WINDY CITY: The complete series

by Stone, Measha

  "Do you think it's wise? I mean, you just broke up with Jonathan a few weeks ago." Jessica's soft voice of reason hung between them as Erin deliberated her answer.

  "Here's what I know: when Jonathan told me about his affair, that he was leaving, I hurt so badly, I wished my chest would hurry up and explode and be done with it. But a few days later, it wasn't him I was missing. Not really. I mean, it still hurt. Betrayal like that…well, you know…but it wasn't him. Does that make sense?"

  The three women studied her for a moment before Jessica broke the silence. "Yeah. It does."

  "Can we please go eat now? Before Kelly eats all the chicken?" She swung her arms toward the dining room door, both to get them moving and to keep the platter out of Kelly's reach.

  "One last question, I promise." Kelly put her hand on Erin's arm to still her. "Is he mean? ’Cause he looks mean," Kelly asked again.

  Erin laughed. "Yes, sometimes, but in really good ways." She gave a wink and headed to the dining room before anyone could respond.

  Chapter 18

  Bradley leaned against the banister watching Erin say her last goodbyes to Jessica and Kelly. The evening had taken its toll on her. The muscles in her neck were tight, and her hands had fisted in her lap. He wondered if she knew how much energy she used avoiding confrontation.

  Once the front door closed, and Erin turned to him, he crooked a finger at her. Her smile, which had been wavering in those last moments, perked up, and she took a step toward him. He shook his head and pointed to the floor.

  "Present." Her step paused, and she took a deep breath. Hesitation wasn't what kept her, it was memory. He hadn't asked her to present since he'd taught her the pose. Memory regained, she sunk to her knees and crawled the short distance to him. Upon reaching him, she sat back on her heels, spread her knees, and placed her hands on her thighs. Her eyes found him immediately, her pupils dilated.

  He ran his fingertips across her forehead, brushing her bangs from her face to let him see her eyes more clearly. Aroused, but focused. "So, I'm mean, am I?" He wrapped her hair around his hand and used it to haul her to her feet.

  She winced, but managed to stand up before he had to pull harder. Once steady, he dragged her to the wall near the stairs and pushed her against it. Still holding her hair in one fist, he placed his other hand over her throat, pinning her to the wall. Her eyes widened, she took in a deep breath, and searched his expression.

  "I…I didn't mean it like that." She knew better than to claw at his hands, but he could see in her expression the inner turmoil to do just that.

  "Yes, you did." He couldn't help but grin. "I heard you. You said I was mean in really good ways, isn't that right?" He shook her head a little when she remained silent.

  "Yes. That's what I said."

  "I think that glass of wine I let you have has messed up your memory, pet. How do you address me?"

  Her breath came more rapidly, and her feet fidgeted as he pressed slightly more on her throat.

  "Sir! That's what I said, Sir." Her hands clenched at her sides, but her eyes remained focused on him. Such a good girl she was for him, but tonight, he would push her limits.

  "I haven't been mean yet, but tonight, that's going to change. Tonight, I'm going to give you pain, and you'll take every bit of it because it will please me for you to do so. And you want that, right?"

  She nodded as best she could, and he responded with a tighter grip on her hair. "Yes, Sir!" Her voice portrayed the difficulty of speaking with his hand so tight around her throat. He could feel her trying to control her breath beneath his grip, as well as every time she swallowed. The power he held was no little thing. Too hard of a squeeze, and he could injure her irreversibly, or cut off all air supply. He could keep her from breathing at all, hold her there until her face started to turn a darker shade. But she made no move to struggle against him. She was giving him her trust and submitting to his desire to control her barest of needs. More than her touching him, more than having her succulent lips around his cock, her submission turned him on.

  He eased his grip.

  "What are your safewords?"

  "Mercy and Red, Sir," she answered without hesitation.

  "Good girl." He smiled at her, moving closer to kiss her, then run his tongue over her lips. "Get down on your fucking knees and follow me up the stairs. When we get up to my room, you are to strip yourself and present your ass for a spanking."

  She swallowed hard, and her eyebrows furrowed, but she made no remark. "You aren't being punished. This is for my enjoyment. Everything tonight is for my enjoyment. And you'll do everything I ask. Why is that?" He put more pressure on her throat and pressed his ear to her lips. "Why?"

  She took a deep breath when he released the pressure, the sound alerting his cock to how much she was willing to take for him.

  "Because I want to please you, Sir." Her tongue ran over her dry lips, but she never looked away.

  "Good." He pushed away from her, giving her a little shove to get her back on her knees. She slipped down gracefully and waited for him to begin his ascent before she began to crawl up the stairs. He didn't need to look back to know she was there. He could sense her, feel her eyes on him as they moved closer to his bedroom.

  Once they were in his room, he left her to do as he instructed and went off into his closet to gather the toys he'd set aside for their evening. He knew dealing with her friends would be hard for her, and she had shown him exactly what he already knew. She was strong enough to deal with anything head on, even if she needed a little push to get going.

  Overhearing her talking with the girls in the kitchen had been accidental. He went to ask if she needed help carrying the large platter of chicken into the dining room but had heard Kelly's question before he opened the door. Her response thrilled him to his toes. Instead of continuing with his intentions, he'd all but floated back to the dining room to wait with the other men.

  He stripped off his shirt and shoes but left on his jeans. If he walked back in there with no barrier between him and Erin, the fun would be short lived, and he had plans for her. Gathering up his toys, he headed back to the bedroom and found her exactly where she’d been directed to be—completely nude and draped over the edge of his bed, hands stretched out in front of her and her cheek pressed against the mattress.

  "That's a good pet." He didn't go to her yet. Instead, he went about laying out what he needed for their evening. He draped the flogger over her back. "Hold that a moment."

  Then he took a moment to soak in her appearance. The milky white coloring of her healthy round globes made his mouth water. He wanted to sink his teeth into her ass, but held himself back. There would be plenty of time for that.

  Leaning over the bed, he slid his fingers into her hair, beneath the band holding her hair, and clenched his fist. She hissed at the sudden pain in her scalp. He tugged her head back until she was looking at the ceiling. He could smell the perfume she'd dabbed behind her ear when he pressed his face against hers.

  "You did a wonderful job tonight, baby. I'm very proud of the way you handled yourself. And I'm sure you'll keep making me proud tonight. Isn't that right?"

  "Yes, Sir." She turned her head as much as she could to meet his gaze. "You were happy with me?" The question, asked in a near whisper, played with his heart. She truly did seek his pleasure.

  "If I weren't, we'd be doing something entirely different right now," he assured her, then grabbed the handle of the flogger and slid it from her back. Tossing it over his shoulder and out of his way, he ran his fingers over her displayed globes. Using both hands, he pried her ass cheeks apart, ignoring her grunt of embarrassment as he took his fill of looking at her. "Your pussy is already wet, and I haven't even touched you yet," he said without looking back at her. He didn't need to. He knew her face was buried in the covers and her cheeks were burning hot from his exploration of her body.

  Sliding his middle finger through her folds, he found her entrance and made no preamble
of thrusting it inside. Her back arched, and her embarrassed moan quickly turned into an aroused gasp. He grinned down at his greedy little girl when she pushed back against his hand. "Tell me what you want." She hated verbalizing her physical desires, which only made him love making her do it all the more. He never claimed be anything but the asshole he was.

  He removed his finger and delivered three hard swats to the curve of her ass, delighting in the gentle wiggle of her cheeks as they were dusted with color. One hard slap to her exposed pussy had her trying to close her legs tightly.

  "Open them now." He peppered her thighs with harsh slaps until she complied, yelping with each new smack. "I didn't tell you to move, did I?" He waited for a response that didn't come. "Did I tell you to move?" he asked after delivering another hard smack to her curved ass.

  "No, Sir." She took a deep breath but didn't look back at him. He loosened the grip on her hair and readjusted his stance.

  "Then don't fucking move." He dragged his nails up her ass cheek, leaving a red trail of lines, until she wiggled beneath his hand and squealed delicately. "Stand up." He led her to the far wall of his room where one single mounting ring was bolted to the wall. He pressed her against the wall until her sore ass was pressed against it. "Stay here." He kissed her quickly, then headed back over to the bed to gather up his rope.

  "Hands." He made quick work of binding her wrists and stringing her up to the ring above her. With her hands stretched over her head and her breasts pulled higher, her stomach went tauter. She looked good enough to eat. "How are your hands? Too tight?" He felt around her fingers, checking them for a temperature change or discoloration.

  "No, it's okay."

  He raised an eyebrow at her and waited for her correction.

  "It's not too tight, Sir."

  "Mmmhmm." Having her at his disposal in such a way wouldn't allow him to walk away yet. He needed to touch her, feel her heat beneath his fingers. Running his hands over her body, he cupped her breasts, then tweaked her nipples before cupping her face and crushing her lips beneath his. "Fuck, you taste good," he muttered against her lips. "Ten lashes. Count them, and don't fuck it up or we start over again, understand?"

  "Yes, Sir." She nodded as he stepped to the side. He yanked the flogger off his shoulder and threw the falls into the air a few times to get a feel for the implement. It had been a while since he’d used that particular one. The leather falls could be soft against her skin or they could give quite a bite, but it was the heaviness of them he wanted.

  Pulling back, he brought the flogger forward, letting the falls crash over both of her thighs. She grunted and jumped from the impact, then whispered, "One, Sir."

  The second lash landed over her pelvis, and she bounced back against the wall from the weight of the strike. "Two, Sir." He waited for her to correct her position before he brought the flogger down a third and fourth time, both landing on her stomach.

  She twisted in her bonds before calling out the numbers. Her chest heaved, making her tits rise even higher. The fifth lash crossed her right breast, and she sucked in her breath and twisted to one side, but not before he witnessed the beautiful bounce of her body as she absorbed the weighted sting.

  "Stand straight. Legs straight. Look forward. Now, pet. Or do we start again?" She managed to right herself, and he stepped closer to her, running his hand over her now pink breast. "A little tender here?" he asked, dragging his nails downward.

  He caught her gaze for a moment. Glazed arousal lingered there. She shook her head and repositioned herself for him. He couldn't help but smile at her. She was doing so good. Stepping to stand directly in front of her, he laid down two more lashes over her breasts, watching them bounce so prettily for him. He heard her moans and yelps, but it was the coloring of her skin that had his attention. By the time he finished the last strike, her torso was blushing for him.

  Her skin warmed his palm as he rubbed her down. Listening to her breathing, he inspected the rest of her, making sure nothing needed immediate attention.

  "Such a good girl for me tonight." He kissed her cheek, then the tender spot behind her ear. "And when you do good things for me, you get rewards." Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieved the vibrator he'd tucked there. Her eyes widened when she noticed what he had in his hand. Her pupils dilated even more as he flipped the little switch to turn it on.

  As soon as the vibrating head touched her clit, she threw her head back and moaned with the immense pleasure. Angling her hips, she tried to press against the vibrator, but he pulled it away just enough to keep the right amount of pressure on her clit.

  "You do not have permission to come, do you understand?" She looked at him as though he'd just denied her the very oxygen she needed to survive. "If you come without permission, it will be the last time you do for a long time."

  "Please." She gasped, her eyes wide and wild. "Please." He could see the trembling of her stomach, feel the tension in her body when he cupped her chin with one hand and covered her mouth with his.

  "No." His tongue dove into her mouth as he turned the vibrator off and removed it from her aching pussy. He captured her moan of frustration as he kissed her, not letting her go and not letting any part of him touch any part of her other than his lips.

  She immediately responded, her tongue dancing with his and body searching out his touch.

  He was going to have a lot of fun with her.

  Chapter 19

  Her heart couldn't catch up to the rest of her body. She had been so close to orgasm when he pulled away, leaving her dangling over the precipice of paradise.

  "You look upset." He smiled at her when he broke their kiss. A kiss that only fanned the flames of desire he'd set with that damn flogger. Any fear she harbored for the implement, evaporated the moment the heavy falls struck her body. Electrifying tingles cascaded through her with each blow—the heavier the hit, the deeper she fell.

  "I wanted to come." She looked down at his hand holding the little vibrator, surprised such a small toy could pack such a strong punch.

  He laughed. "Of course you did, but I didn't want you to, and that's what matters right now, isn't it?" The vibrator showed up in front of her eyes, then disappeared as he lowered it a fraction to press against her lips. "Do you smell yourself? You made my toy all wet with your pussy juice. Clean it." Before she could accept or argue, the bullet shaped vibe was rammed into her mouth. "There's a good girl."

  She watched his face as he continued to shove the phallus into her mouth, then pull it out and repeat the action. His eyes were glued to her mouth, while his own lips were softly curved. He loved torturing her, and damn if she didn't love letting him. The vibe went too far, and she gagged, trying to pull away.

  "Again." He held the vibe in place. "Go on, take the whole fucking thing into your mouth. Practice on this for when you take my cock, because it's going all the way in the next time I let your wrap those pouty little lips around me."

  She took a deep breath and leaned forward as he pushed the vibrator into her mouth. When the silicone head touched the back of her throat, she gagged again and tried to pull away, but he slapped her breasts.

  "No. Erin, try harder," he ordered. She started pushing forward again and managed to keep the gag at bay. "There you go. Good girl." He yanked it out of her mouth and took a step back.

  Erin gulped in the air of the room. She could feel moisture beading on her forehead. Had he turned on the heat?

  "Don't I get a reward, Sir?" she teased, surprised by her own bravery.

  "No, it's going to take a bit more than sucking a vibrator to get your orgasm." He tapped the side of her cheek with the vibrator before tossing it onto the bed. She watched it fly away from her with a heavy heart. He laughed and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, pet, you'll get your orgasm."

  His hands made quick work of untying the bonds from the ring over her head. Her shoulders screamed when he brought her hands back in front of her, still bound together. She rolled them back and forth w
hile he finished working with the ropes at her wrists.

  "Hands?" He gripped her fingers.

  "Okay, Sir," she told him. His continual concern for safety even when he was being intolerably evil gave her the strength to move on to the next thing he wanted to do or pull from her. It seemed he wanted to walk the edge with her.

  She remained where she was while he walked back over to the bed to get something. The air cooled around her, brushing against her nipples. The sweat on her brow dried, but threatened to start again when he turned around and she noticed the clover clamps in his hands. Metal clamps that gripped the nipples harder than the clothespins connected by a small, linked chain. Erin reminded herself to take controlled breaths. She was with Bradley. He wouldn't allow anything to hurt her not in any way she didn't love.

  "Your nipples are all hard for me, look at that." He flicked one with his fingers when he returned to her side. "Must be the excitement."

  She wasn't kept waiting for long. He drew one nipple toward him and positioned the first clamp. She mewled as it pinched down, sending a burning sting through her entire breast. Erin took a deep breath and shook her head, willing herself to get through the next clamp.

  "Deep breath, baby." He encouraged her as he gripped her other nipple. "Ready?" The clamp hovered over her nipple, open and ready to snap down, but he would wait for her. "Erin, are you ready?" he asked again with more heat.

  "Yes, Sir. Ow!" She stomped a single foot as the clamp bit into her flesh. She pumped her hands open and closed a few times, regulating her breathing until the fire simmered to a tolerable burn. His hands never left her. He stroked her hair and shoulders, letting her know he was giving her time to work it through her mind.

  "Onward," he said with such a menacing tone, she looked up at him. He gently hooked one finger around the chain and pulled her toward him. She took a step to put some slack back into the chain, but he took another step back. They did this dance all the way back over to the bed. Once he bumped into the frame, he stopped and let go of the chain.