by Ivy Nelson
“Are you kidding? Bad Boys is the best movie ever!” she said with a grin.
“I can see we have different definitions of the word best.” Darci relaxed further as he flipped through the Netflix catalog looking for an explosive movie. They settled on ‘London Has Fallen.’ She bounced on her heels and clapped her hands as the opening credits began.
Throughout the film, Bradley made a point of touching her often. A stroke of her hair, a squeeze of her shoulder, rubbing his leg against her. Her fears had dissipated, and she felt relaxed at his feet. Once she got past the initial nervousness, it felt right. It had been awhile since that was the case. Halfway through the movie, he paused the film.
“My glass is empty.” He handed it to her, and she scrambled to her feet. “You should come back with fewer clothes on. I’ll leave the details of that up to you.”
“Oh. Um. OK.”
“Pardon me?” One eyebrow shot upward, and he frowned, seeming to expect a different response. Playfulness danced in his eyes and she blushed.
“I mean Yes, Sir,” she corrected. Wetness gathered between her thighs as she spoke the words that used to come so naturally to her. His grin was her reward.
“Good girl.” He waved her off to the kitchen. Before getting the wine, she ducked into the bedroom and slipped off her top and jeans. Less clothing. She considered a sexy nightie, and she had one in her suitcase, but decided she liked how she looked in only her bra and panties. Leaving them in place, she went to the kitchen.
Back in the living room, she held out his glass to him. To her surprise, he took both glasses of wine from her and set them on the side table. “You can sit next to me now.”
“Thank you, I don’t mind being at your feet though. I like it.”
“Good girl, but I want you next to me for a little while.”
Her head bobbed up and down, but she quickly added, “Yes, Sir,” when he quirked his eyebrow at her. Settling next to him on the couch, she accepted the glass he handed her, and he restarted the movie. He draped an arm across her shoulders as they watched Gerard Butler and Aaron Eckhart fight off the bad guys. His fingers casually traced lines up and down her bare shoulder, and she shuddered as heat spiked between her legs.
“Cold?” he asked with a wicked grin as he continued the slow trail up her arm.
Gazing at him, she shook her head. “A little warm actually.” She winked and snuggled closer. His hand drifted from her shoulder to her neck before snaking into her hair. His grip tightened, and he turned her head upward, so he was staring down into her eyes.
“Let’s play a little game and warm you up a bit more.” A mix of excitement and need unfurled inside her when he paused the movie, never breaking eye contact.
“Take off your panties.”
Her hair fell from his grasp as he sat back and waited for her to do as he asked. Raising her bottom off the couch, she hooked her thumbs and forefingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs. Leaning forward, she pushed them slowly down her legs until they pooled in a black silky puddle at her feet. Heat filled his gaze as his eyes swept down her body.
“Now, I want to watch you play with yourself while you watch the movie.” She gasped, her eyes growing wide. “Is there a problem, pet?”
Swallowing hard, she shook her head and whispered, “No, Sir.”
“Good, now spread those amazing legs and play with your gorgeous cunt. One rule though, you’re not allowed to come until they catch the bad guys, and since I’m going to be watching you, you have to tell me how the movie ends and get it right or I’ll have to punish you.” Her mouth dropped open.
“That’s so not fair.”
“Now, pet. I’m not asking.” His voice was even, but his eyes were dark and his expression stern. Butterflies formed in her stomach, but she spread her thighs and slipped a hand between them.
“Good girl,” he said and picked up the leg closest to him. Draping it over his lap, he spread her even wider. “Ready for me to start the movie again?” he asked as she used gentle strokes to touch herself. Her face warmed under his gaze and she shook her head.
He chuckled. “Too bad.” The movie started playing again. “Don’t stop, pet. And don’t come.”
She whimpered, “Yes, Sir,” and continued to caress her pussy. His eyes never left her, and soon pleasure was bubbling inside her. Her eyes drifted closed as she plunged two fingers into the wet opening.
“You have to pay attention to the movie, pet,” he whispered. Her eyes jerked open, and she moaned. Slowing her fingers, she glanced up at him.
“How much longer is this movie?” she asked, her voice strained.
“Don’t worry about it. Focus on the movie and on not coming,” he said, running his hand over the thigh still draped over his lap.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back,” she said, sucking in a sharp breath. He fluttered his hand over her thigh again and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“I have faith in you baby. Keep going.” She pressed two fingers against her clit and rubbed in small circles. She was doing her best to concentrate on the movie and not the searing spikes of pleasure shooting through her body, but it was hopeless. She had no clue what was happening on the screen. As she neared the brink of an orgasm, she slowed her fingers and slipped them inside herself again. It was getting harder to hold back.
A low growl rumbled through Bradley, and he pulled her hand out from between her thighs.
“Enough,” he bit out.
With his other hand, he paused the movie. In one swift motion, he stood and scooped her into his arms. She squealed as he spun on his heels and carried her into the bedroom.
“You’re lucky baby. I have to have you now so no pop quiz for you.” Her grin widened as he dumped her on the bed and stripped out of his clothes.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as he crawled onto the bed. He was hovering over her, his legs on either side of her and his forearms resting on the mattress supporting his weight. His erection was hot against her thigh.
He stared into her eyes a moment longer before raising up, spreading her legs and positioning himself at her entrance. Bracing himself on the bed again he slammed into her in one quick stroke. She cried out as the motion thrust her immediately to the brink of an orgasm.
“You can come,” he grunted as he began to move. He thrust his hips, slamming himself all the way to the hilt and pulling out to the tip repeatedly. On the fourth thrust, the orgasm slammed through her, and she yelled his name as she rode the wave.
He continued his punishing strokes, fucking her hard. One orgasm turned into another. It didn’t take him long to join her in orgasm. He grunted out his own cries of pleasure, and her pussy tightened around him as his cock swelled. She felt hot jets of semen releasing inside her, and she moaned.
After they had cleaned up, he wrapped her in his arms and together they drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Darci woke relaxed. The man sleeping next to her made her smile. True to his word he was easing them into a less than vanilla dynamic, and she liked it. It was slow enough to not overwhelm her but not so slow that it seemed like they were crawling. She was sure he could be very demanding when he wanted to be, and she was looking forward to seeing more of that from him. Easing out of bed, she tiptoed to the kitchen. His alarm would go off soon and she wanted to have his coffee waiting for him.
Ten minutes later she poured the hot brew into a mug and set it on his nightstand before making her way into the shower.
As she was wetting her hair, she heard him slip in behind her. Wrapping her in a hug from behind he buried his face in her neck. She moaned, enjoying his touch. “Thank you for the coffee, pet.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” Tilting her head back she smiled up at him.
He kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” Moving her out of the stream of hot water, he wet his own hair and worked shampoo into the dark tendrils. Darci grabbed her own soap and did the same.
As she finished rinsing the last of the suds out of her long red hair, his fingers tangled in her curls. Grasping tightly, he lowered her to her knees. A slow grin spread wide when she came face to face with his impressive erection. Tasting his cock was something she hadn’t done yet, and she couldn’t wait.
When she took him into her mouth, a low growl escaped him. The sound encouraged her, and she took him in further until she felt him at the back of her throat. He was bigger than anyone else she’d ever given a blow job, and the fullness was almost painful for her jaw, but she loved the sounds of pleasure he made in response to her tongue, and it fueled her to push past whatever discomfort there was.
While she worked him in and out of her mouth, she wrapped one arm around his muscular thighs and used the other to squeeze the base of his thick shaft. Before long he tensed, and the taste of pre-come was in her mouth. She sucked harder but kept her rhythm the same.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold back, baby. If you don’t want me coming in your mouth stop now.” In response, she plunged him deeper into her throat and that was all it took for him to lose it. With a gulp, she swallowed everything he gave. His grip tightened on the back of her head as he emptied himself into her.
Dropping his hands away from her head he shuddered and took a deep breath. “Christ, you’re incredible,” he said between breaths. As he recovered, she stood and reached for his body wash. For the next few minutes, she gently washed him. When she finished, he reached for the bottle of soap, and she realized he was going to reciprocate. His hands moved over her curves.
A contented sigh left her lips as he roamed her body, trailing suds everywhere they touched. He pressed her to him, one hand cupping her breast, the other still exploring her skin. Finally, his hand came to rest between her thighs, and she squirmed against him.
“Hold still,” he growled close to her ear. She stilled against him, closing her eyes as he explored, probing at the folds of her most sensitive area.
His thumb settled against the throbbing bud that was the source of her need, and she groaned as she lost her battle to keep still. “Still, baby girl, or I stop.” A strangled growl came from her throat as she leaned against him and fought the urge to squirm against his probing fingers.
“That’s better,” he said, and nipped her neck with his teeth. She could feel the pressure building inside her as he moved his thumb in a circular motion. One long finger slid into her tight entrance and she nearly lost control. The pace of his assault on her clit slowed just enough to bring her back from the edge.
“Bradley please,” she whimpered. The vibration of his voice and flutter of his breath as he chuckled close to her ear sent shivers all the way through her.
“I’m Bradley, am I?” She growled in frustration as he slowed his fingers almost to a stop. “Oh, growling at me won’t help you any at all, pet,” he teased, but once again his fingers were moving, and she was soon on the brink again.
“Please, Sir,” she moaned.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and she flew over the edge, calling his name as she fell. He tightened his grip on her to keep her from slipping as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through her. When she settled down, he turned her in his arms.
“Well, that was a delightful way to start the day. I think I’m going to keep you.” Feeling shy again, she buried her face in his chest and let the last aftershocks from her orgasm subside. When he reached behind her and shut the water off, they both stepped out of the shower.
Bradley insisted on drying her off before they headed back into the bedroom. They dressed together in silence before she went back to the bathroom to fix her hair. A few minutes later she was pulling her hair back into a ponytail when he came into the bathroom and set a mug of coffee on the counter for her. “Thank you.” She smiled at him in the mirror.
“You’re welcome, baby.” He watched her for a moment before turning to leave. Stopping in the doorway, he turned to face her and said, “I like it when you wear your hair down.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bradley grinned as he left the bathroom. He could see from his dresser mirror that she had released her hair from its ponytail and was trying to tame the curls that were everywhere. He was going to enjoy leading them on this path, but for now, he had to focus on the day ahead. It would be busy, and he needed to talk to Michael and the security detail about who might have been following them last night. Then he had to address his own dilemma over his association with Peggy.
His connection to the BDSM community wouldn’t stay out of the press for much longer; Atleigh was going to lose his shit when he found out. The idea of working for his father made him ill, but he wasn’t sure what he would do for work when Atleigh fired him. There was always the private sector, where he could get work as a consultant. The money would be better than what the senator was paying him, but there was so much slime in the industry he wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted either. It was a lot to think about.
Darci and Bradley shared a car to work and the driver dropped Darci and her bodyguards off first.
“Have a good day baby girl.” He kissed her tenderly before she climbed out of the car and headed into her building. Once in his own office, he prepared for a morning briefing with the senator.
Adara was more cheerful than usual. He considered asking how her date had gone but decided he didn’t need the details.
A half hour later, his day fell apart. His boss had come into his office and was sitting across from him while they went over the daily briefing. Halfway through the agenda, the senator changed subjects.
“Bradley, we need to do something about the press and these murders.” This surprised Bradley. Peggy’s murder was weeks ago. Fearing that his more personal connection with her had gotten to the media, he asked if something else had happened.
“Nothing has happened, but the police have done nothing either. Which is why we need to be talking to the media,” the senator said.
“No, Senator, pardon me for saying this, but what we need to do is stop talking to them about this and focus on the campaign.”
“That hardly seems wise. It's happening right here in our nation’s capitol, and the police have no suspects. Why should we keep quiet?”
Bradley sighed. The senator still hadn’t connected him to the club, but it was only a matter of time before someone in the media got a hold of it. His only saving grace at this point was that Michael Silas was running the investigation, but he knew that would probably change if the detective’s own involvement in the BDSM community came out.
“What do you want to do then Sir? If I can't keep you from talking about this with the press, at least let Sandra and Charlie help shape your message.”
“I want to propose a bill that would prohibit the practice of S/M in public clubs like Midnight Diamond.”
Bradley felt his face heat and he loosened his tie as he spoke.
“Oh, come on Senator, that will infuriate the voters. Now they'll accuse you of getting involved in their sex lives. ‘Stay out of our bedrooms,’ they'll shout. It’s not a mess you want to get involved in.”
“Exactly, the bedroom. If people want to practice that garbage in the comfort of their own homes, that's fine, but that sort of filth shouldn't be allowed in public clubs.”
Bradley preferred his own home for his kinky adventures, but clubs offered a lot of valuable things to the community, and he would never advocate shutting them down. Exposure was an exception for Bradley. He liked it there and was glad the senator hadn’t mentioned it by name.
“The ACSL will be on our asses faster than you can blink. They have a lot more influence on voters than you might imagine. You don't want to be on the wrong side of this issue, Sir.” He was tiring of the senator's condescension toward people. “If you do this, voters will start questioning your stance on marriage equality and rights for transgendered people.”
Atleigh’s attitude wasn’t all that open m
inded, but Bradley had always been able to work with it. Making a sexual lifestyle illegal was another story entirely.
“It's not the same thing. Neither of those categories promotes violence,” the senator said.
“The public won't see it that way. Sure, you'll garner some support from the evangelicals, but not enough to combat what the ACSL and women’s rights organizations are going to cost you. There’s no chance the bill even makes it to committee. It would just be grandstanding. If you want to be president, you’ll drop this.”
“I don't want to argue about this Bradley, I want the legislative team researching how to make the bill possible.”
Bradley sighed but agreed. He had just wrapped up legislative research for the senator’s brilliant anti-porn law, and that was hard enough. This had to be the stupidest thing the senator had ever come up with.
Darci was going to lose her shit when she found out. Knowing that made him want to call her and give her a heads up. Doing so could get him in serious trouble, but he couldn’t bear to think what not telling her might do to their fragile relationship. Wasn’t he about to get fired anyway? Might as well tell her instead of risking the progress they had made as a couple.
The thought of her kneeling at his feet last night and the way she gave in to him in the shower this morning brought a smile to his face. His cock twitched at the memories. Christ. This was going to be a long day.
Picking up his phone, he fired off a quick text to Darci asking if she could meet him for lunch. They exchanged a few messages and agreed on twelve-thirty at a place across the street from his office.
His morning was spent avoiding his legislative director so he would have an excuse for not starting the process of drafting the ludicrous bill. Until it was time for lunch with Darci, he did his own research, hoping to find something that would convince the senator to drop this.
At twelve-fifteen, he passed through the front office to tell Adara he was stepping out for lunch. Darci arrived at the restaurant ten minutes late, and he decided to make things interesting. When their eyes met as she stood in the doorway scanning the lunch crowd, he scowled and crooked his finger at her.
