Resist Me

by Chelle Bliss

  I giggled, covering my mouth and quickly turning my face back to stone.

  He sighed and continued. “I am demanding. I need control in the bedroom. It’s hard to explain it.”

  “Are you a swinger?” I blurted.

  “Fuck no. What kinda shit do you have in that head?”

  I shrugged and waited for him to go on.

  “I don’t want to control your life. I want a partner, but inside the bedroom or anywhere I’m taking you…I’m the boss.”

  “Okay. I don’t have any complaints when it comes to you and sex.”

  “Good,” he said, and smiled, lightly touching my cheek. “Are you into kink?”

  I smiled. Kink should be my middle name, but I’d play dumb for his sake. “Like what?”

  “Why did you call me master when we had sex?” he asked with one eyebrow cocked.

  “Felt right, and I was being a total smartass. I’ve been to a kink club in Tampa with my girlfriends once or twice to check shit out.”

  “What?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.

  “You know. We were curious. There was so much talk on the news about submission. We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” I shrugged, feeling my cheeks turning pink as heat crept up my neck.

  “Did you do anything when you were there?”

  “James, I may have been easy for you, but I don’t just fuck around with every cock that comes my way.”

  He sucked in a breath. I thought I’d given him a little too much information.

  “Let’s just say it was eye opening.”

  “Did you like what you saw?”

  “Let’s say it piqued my interest.”

  “Did it make you wet?” he asked, running his knuckles down my cheek before resting his hand on my neck.

  “Some things.” I smiled, heat spreading throughout my body.

  “Which things?”

  “Have you been to one of those clubs?” I asked, throwing the question in his court.

  “I have.”

  “Really?” I whispered as images of James dominating women flooded my mind. “Tell me more. Do you like to hit women?”

  “Fuck, I’m not a sadist, but I like to dominate women sexually.”

  “Women or me? I don’t think I could handle you doing shit to other women.”

  He laughed, rubbing his nose against my cheek. “I want to dominate you, Izzy.” He nipped my ear. “No one else.”

  “Not in a club either,” I said, turning to face him.

  “Never. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”

  “I’m willing to try everything once.”

  “You’re a natural submissive, Izzy,” he said, smiling at me.

  I reached up, laying my hand against his forehead, and laughed. “Are you feeling okay? One thing I’m not is a submissive, James.”

  “You didn’t say no when I told you to strip and handcuffed you to the bed.”

  “I liked stripping for you. It was sexy.”

  “And the handcuffs?” he asked, touching my wrists where the cuffs had been.

  I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of him overpowering me and being unable to stop him. It sent a tingle through my body and made my pussy convulse. I opened my eyes and shrugged.

  “It was all right,” I said, pursing my lips.

  “Sweetheart, I remember how hard you came when I tied you up. Don’t lie to me,” he said, running his finger across my bottom lip.

  “Arrogant,” I whispered, licking his finger with the tip of my tongue.

  “I’m right. There’s a difference.”

  “I can already see how it’s going to be,” I said, pouting, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “I ask only three things, Izzy.”

  “What?” I asked, removing the fake pout from my lips and replacing it with a smile.

  “You’re only mine, no other men. Secondly, don’t run away. The last thing I ask is that we get tested, you get on the pill, and no more barriers between us. I need to feel all of you.”

  “Sounds like a hell of a lot more than three,” I teased. I gnawed on my lips, looking around the room as if I were debating the two things he’d asked. I sighed before I replied, “I can do that.”

  “Try not to bust my balls too much, ’kay?”

  “Only when you’re being a total asshole. I’ll save it for those special occasions.” I smiled, a giggle escaping my lips. “So when people ask you who you are—and they will, trust me—do I say I’m your submissive?” I asked, and pulled at my lip, waiting for him to answer.

  “You’re my girlfriend, Isabella.”

  “So I’m not your submissive?” I asked, still fidgeting.

  He lay back, covering his face with his hands. “You’re so difficult.”

  “You have no idea. I’m just getting started, Jimmy.”

  He jumped up, jostling the bed, and started to tickle me. I laughed uncontrollably with tears streaming down my face. Grabbing for his hands, I yelled, “I can’t breathe!” as he pawed at my ribs.

  He stopped, his face quickly sobering. “Are you okay?

  “Psych!” I screeched, jumping on top of him and straddling him.

  “I can see this shit won’t be easy,” he mumbled, pushing his hardness against me and laughing.

  “Nothing in life that’s worth having ever is,” I whispered, leaning over and kissing him.

  Chapter 18 - Wild Wild Love

  “I’m on my way, doll. You ready for me?” I asked, climbing on my bike and placing the key in the ignition.

  “I’m already naked,” she said, her laughter tickling my ear.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, scrubbing my face with my hand. “I already have blue balls.”

  “Hurry or I’ll start without you.” She laughed and hung up.

  I stared at the screen, shaking my head. She was the biggest pricktease I’d ever met. I shoved the phone in my pocket, started the bike, and took off.

  I spent every possible moment I had free with Izzy. Working with Thomas to take down the Sun Devils and living an hour away didn’t leave us much time together. I knew things would change eventually, but for now the distance worked. With her phobia of relationships and my overly bossy attitude—her words, not mine—the time we spent apart helped calm her fears. It had been a month since Izzy finally agreed to mine.

  We talked on the phone, texted nonstop, and Facetimed. I was able to convince her to masturbate while I watched, and it was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. By the time I was able to see her, my cock ached, my balls were blue, and I couldn’t control myself. We didn’t spend too much time with clothes on when I visited.

  I thought about how she tasted, the smell of her skin, the feel of her hands as I drove to her house. By the time I parked my bike, my hard-on had become as hard as granite.

  “Shit,” I mumbled, climbing off my bike and adjusting myself. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the promised land.

  I didn’t bother knocking. She may be a tease, but I knew her ass was naked and waiting, just like she said before she hung up on my sorry ass.

  “Izzy,” I shouted, throwing my bag down next to the couch.

  “Back here,” she yelled.

  I headed toward her bedroom, unzipping my pants as I walked. As I turned the corner, entering her room, I stopped dead.

  “What the fuck?” I said, my eyes growing wide. I blinked and shook my head, wondering if I was seeing things.

  “Ya like?” she asked, smiling as she twirled.

  “What—” I was stunned. She had on a corset that hugged her every curve as her breasts spilled out the top. Black thigh-highs, a matching garter belt, and a G-string, with black stilettos.

  “I wanted to do something different.” She giggled, walking toward me.

  “I can’t—“ I said, feeling my cock about to break off in my pants.

  “You don’t like it?” she whispered against my lips, palming my dick through my pants.

  “Jesus,” I hissed.
“I fuckin’ love it.”

  She pushed against my chest. “Wait, I got something else.” She walked next to the bed, opening her nightstand and pulling something from inside.

  “What?” I asked, a little worried about what she was adding to the outfit. Anything more and I’d explode in my pants.

  “These,” she whispered, holding up two sets of handcuffs and a crop. Her smile was wide, almost touching her eyes. “I thought we could get a little adventurous.”

  “Doll, I’m going to show you adventurous.” I beckoned her with my finger.

  “No way, James Caldo. This is my show.”

  “I’m not following,” I said, wondering when she thought she had the reins.

  “You want my sweet pussy?” she asked, sliding the crop up her legs and stopping at her G-string.

  “More than I want air,” I replied, pushing my pants down. “Get your ass over here.”

  “I’m in charge tonight, Jimmy,” she drawled, hitting her leg with the crop.

  “What?” I asked, shaking my head.

  “I get to boss your sexy ass around. That’s the deal. I get to play too.”

  “Fuck,” I said, my balls aching for release. “Whatever you want, doll. I just need to be inside you.” I walked toward her, kicking off my pants.

  “Not so fast, mister,” she growled, holding the crop out and hitting me in the chest. “I didn’t tell you to strip yet.”

  I bit my lip, keeping the laugh I felt coming from escaping. “Izzy,” I said.

  “Strip, and make it good or I’ll have to give you ten lashes.” She grinned, sitting on the bed and leaning back.

  I couldn’t bring myself to correct her on the type of impact a crop inflicted. “Yes, Izzy,” I growled, slowly lowering my pants to my ankles.

  “Mistress,” she croaked, the corner of her mouth turning up.

  “Mistress?” I asked, stopping my movement and staring at her.

  “I like the sound of it.” She shrugged, causing her tits to pop out of the corset a little more.

  I continued with my striptease, dancing around the room and teasing her the best I could. It didn’t take long for me to undress, since I only had on jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Such a letdown,” she whispered, shaking her head and pursing her lips.

  “Hey,” I said.

  A loud slap echoed in the room as I felt a pinch on my hip. Looking down, I saw the crop retreating from my body. “You did it too quick.” She laughed.

  “I did not,” I said.

  She swatted me again and giggled.

  “You hit me one more time for no reason and I’m going to take you over my knee and spank your ass,” I growled, stalking toward her.

  “James,” she murmured. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”

  “Izzy, I’m about two seconds from coming just looking at you. Get your ass naked and suck my dick.”

  “Tsk, tsk,” she said, placing the heel of her shoe against my abdomen. “Get on your knees and eat my pussy,” she commanded, pointing to the floor between her legs with the crop.

  That was an order I’d gladly follow. I dropped to my knees, pulling her body forward, and ripped the G-string from her body. Placing her legs over my shoulder, I leaned in and licked her. She flinched and whimpered, “James.”

  I held her waist, keeping her in place as I latched on to her wetness. Groaning, I devoured her as she writhed under my hands.

  “Harder,” she chanted, pushing her pussy against my face.

  I obeyed, driving her closer to the edge. I listened to her breathing, waiting until the right moment to pull away.

  “Don’t stop,” she demanded, looking at me with an evil glare.

  I smirked, going back to feasting on her as I inserted two fingers into her depths. Curling my fingers, I stroked her from the inside and licked at her clit like a man possessed. All I wanted to do was jam my dick inside her. I’d give her this moment to feel in control before I took over.

  “Yes, yes!” she shouted, her entire body growing rigid. “Fuck,” she hissed, trying to pull away.

  I didn’t relent, sucking harder while flicking her with my tongue. “Another,” I murmured against her pussy, sending her spiraling into a second orgasm.

  I backed away, wiping her juices from my face. “Your playtime is over, doll,” I growled, pulling her off the bed like a rag doll and impaling her with my dick.

  “James,” she screeched as I filled her, throwing her head back and gasping.

  “So fuckin’ good,” I groaned, pausing to gain my bearings. “Don’t move,” I said, holding her back in my hands.

  “You don’t have a condom on,” she whispered, looking at me with large doe eyes.

  “We’re clean, babe. I needed to feel all of you. It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside you,” I said, grabbing her by the waist and easing her off my shaft.

  She blinked, a small smile spreading across her face. “Okay,” she whispered.

  Still kneeling, I slammed her back down on top of me, repeating the motion until felt my balls about to explode. I stilled, not ready to come, and grabbed her face.

  “I’ve missed you,” I murmured, bringing my lips to hers.

  “I missed you too,” she whispered, staring in my eyes.

  I kissed her, holding her body tight, still planted deep inside. Breaking the kiss, I licked a trail down her neck to her breasts, still spilling over in her corset. Looping my tongue inside, I pulled her nipple from its restraint and sucked. Her pussy convulsed, milking me and matching the rhythm of my mouth.

  Unable to restrain myself any longer, I pulled her off me, letting my cock free from her vise. I thrust my hips as I yanked her body down, slamming into her.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, my body on the verge of orgasm. I kept battering her pussy, driving myself toward the release my body needed. Finally feeling her core gripping my cock, I hammered into her at a quicker pace. Sweat trickled down my back, and my body and balls overheated as she clawed at my skin.

  My vision blurred and shivers raked my body as I came. “Izzy,” I gasped, unable to catch my breath.

  As my world came back into focus, I saw Izzy pouting. “What’s wrong, doll?” I asked, nuzzling her neck.

  “I wanted to be the boss,” she whined, crossing her arms in front of her chest as her bottom lip trembled.

  “Jesus,” I mumbled, rubbing my nose against her soft skin. “We have all weekend,” I said, moving back to look at her.

  “Promise?” she asked. “I really want to beat your ass with this thing.” She snickered, smacking the floor with the crop.

  I shook my head, laughing as she smiled innocently. “You’re too much.”

  She bounced, stroking my semi-erect dick with her inside. “Yes,” she shouted, slamming down on top of me.

  “Keep doing that shit and I’ll show you how to really use that.”

  “Oh?” she asked, her eyebrows moving toward her hairlines.

  “I have so much to teach you.”

  “I can be a really good student,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me.

  “I’m sure you were anything but, Izzy.” I laughed, holding her under the ass and climbing to my feet with her legs wrapped around me.

  “James,” she whispered.

  “Yeah?” I asked, setting her on the bed and collapsing next to her.

  “I really did miss you.” She buried her face in my side, hiding her eyes.

  I grunted, unsticking her from my body. “When this shit with your brother is all over, I want you to live with me,” I said, staring down at her.

  “With you?” she asked, pursing her lips.

  “Ah, yeah. You didn’t heard me wrong, doll.”

  “Babe,” she said, reaching up and touching my cheek, “I’m not leaving this house.”

  “Fine, I’ll move in here,” I said.

  “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

  “You want someone else?” I asked.

  “No
.”

  “Miss me when we’re apart?”

  “Yes.”

  “Love how I fuck you?”

  “Uh, yeah. Dumb question.”

  “Lo—”

  She placed her hand over my mouth. “You can move in here.”

  I laughed, falling on to my back. She was easy. Say any word that started with “lo” and she freaked the fuck out. I knew it was the best way to get her to agree.

  “Wise girl,” I mumbled, feeling her pulse under my lips as I kissed her neck.

  “Just remember I’m the boss,” she moaned as I bit down.

  “You’re the queen of the castle, but I’m master of the bedroom.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Or any other room I want to fuck you in.”

  “Okay.”

  “Why are you so agreeable tonight?” I asked.

  “I think you literally fucked me stupid.” She giggled.

  “I’m leaving my shit here this weekend.”

  “Okay.”

  “Izzy, you’re fucking killin’ me here. You never just say okay to everything.” I brushed a few stray hairs that had fallen across her face. “What gives?”

  “I’m scared,” she confessed, covering her eyes.

  “Of me?” I asked as I peeled her hands away from her face.

  She nodded, biting on her bottom lip. “Yes,” she whispered.