Offside

by Bianca Sommerland

  Her pulse quickened. She licked her lips. “Yes.”

  “Nothing’s ruined, sweetheart.” His free hand curved under her ass. His fingers dipped into her panties, sliding through her wetness, the slight pressure of his fingertips against her entrance almost enough to set her off. “You’re so wet for me. You don’t panic when I touch you.” He filled her with one finger, easing it in and out, bringing his lips back to hers to drink in her little gasps. “It’s natural for a woman to resent unwelcome advances. There’s nothing wrong with your reactions.”

  “But . . .” She moaned as his fingers slipped over her clit, not sure her brain was functioning enough for a conversation. She tipped her head back, grinding down on his hand, so close to the edge she couldn’t take much more. “I need to know I can . . . handle . . . how I react.”

  “You do need to learn a little more control.” He withdrew his fingers, chuckling when she cursed under her breath. “I don’t like those nasty words coming out of that pretty mouth. Stand up.”

  “I’m sorry! Please, just let me . . .” She put her hands on his stomach, shifting her hips back so she could reach the zipper of his jeans. Her brow furrowed when he put his hand over her bound wrists and shook his head. “I want to give you what you gave me. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  “Don’t make me repeat myself, pet. Up.”

  Nibbling at her bottom lip, she hid her frown behind her hair as she stood. She didn’t even consider arguing with him, but she couldn’t ignore her disappointment. She’d been hoping—

  The sound of his zipper coming down made her jump. She stared at him as he pulled out his hard cock. Long and thick, the same rich, dark shade as the rest of his body, with springy, trimmed black hair around the base. Her fingers twitched as she resisted the urge to close the distance between them to touch him.

  “Go ahead, pet.” He put his hands on the armrests, utterly relaxed. “I won’t be pleased if you push yourself too far though. Do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

  She knelt between his thighs, peeking at him again before she stroked her hands up his leg. This was very different from anything she’d ever done. She’d never had a chance to explore a man before and . . . fuck, even this part of him was beautiful. Using her fingertips, she traced the veins running down the length of his cock, circled the rim of the large head. The slit of the tip held a shiny bead of precum and she bent forward to taste it, flicking her tongue over the salty slickness, scooting back when he made a rough sound in his throat.

  “Don’t stop,” he murmured, cupping his hand around the back of her head as she lowered her lips once again, kissing the feverishly hot skin at the arrow-shaped indent below the head. He hissed when she touched the same spot with the tip of her tongue. “Fuck. I’m going to hell. Anything that feels this good . . .”

  Her cheeks heated, but she loved how he vocalized his pleasure. Loved knowing that she was giving him even half of what he’d given her. “I think I’m going with you, Sir.”

  She took him into her mouth, as deep as she could, gasping in air and swallowing when her gag reflex kicked up. Lifting her head, she frowned, wondering how all the heroines in her books managed to “swallow the man’s dick whole.”

  Laughter rumbled through Dominik’s chest. “I can only guess that thought. So serious, little one. I enjoy the feel of your lips around me.” His knuckles stroked her cheek. “Use your hands and your mouth. With time, you may be able to go deeper, but there’s no rush.”

  Nodding quickly, she wrapped her hands around him, dipping down and swirling her tongue around the heated flesh that filled her mouth. The slight pressure on the back of her head had her clenching her thighs as heat spilled, soaking her panties. Just a little taste of his control made what she was doing just as pleasurable for her as she hoped it was for him. She moved faster, whimpering at the throb in her core.

  He tugged lightly on her hair. “I won’t last much longer, pet.”

  If he came, she couldn’t take that last step. And she needed to so very badly. But part of her wanted to finish this for him. Take him over the edge. She rose up on her knees, gazing up at him. “I don’t know what to do. I want to give you everything.”

  “You will.” He framed her jaw with his hand. “Are you ready?”

  More than ready. Restlessness had her shaking. Everything they’d done so far had been to prepare her for this. “Yes.”

  Nodding, he drew her up to her feet by her restraints. He undid the knots, shaking his head when she protested. “Shh. I need to see you before I take you.”

  With trembling fingers, she undid the buttons of her sleeveless white blouse. Her skirt joined it on the floor by her feet. By the time she reached the clasp of her bra, her fumbling fingers were useless.

  “Akira—”

  “Sir, I’m okay.” She turned, sliding her bra straps off her shoulders to show him she meant it. “Please help me?”

  He undid her bra strap. His fingers hooked the elastic at the waist of her panties, peeling them down. Then his hands slid over her stomach as he pulled her back against him. He kissed the base of her spine, his lips gliding down slowly until she whimpered and squirmed. The feel of his mouth on her skin set her on fire. His teeth sank into her ass cheek and she moaned.

  “You’re such a tiny little thing.” He bit her again, cupping her pussy with his hand and massaging her clit until her knees almost gave out. “There are condoms in my suitcase. Get one.”

  She tripped across the room, dropping hard to her knees in front of his suitcase. She found the box and took out a condom, fisting her hand around it when she noticed how badly she was shaking. If he saw, he might think she was scared again. But she wasn’t. She just couldn’t control herself any longer.

  “Come to me, pet. No. Don’t stand.” His tone was rough, and she melted a little more under the heat of his gaze. “You told me the scene in that movie aroused you—when the sub crawled to her Master. Crawl to me. Let me see all that grace and beauty, every movement for my pleasure.”

  Uncertainty vanished and she held the edge of the condom wrapper between her teeth, focused on making her body move in a slow, sensual way. She crawled to his feet, the whirlwind of thoughts from before becoming a tranquil pool, his calm flowing through her veins, steadying her pulse, her breath.

  “Perfect.” His eyes glowed with approval. “It became easier when you surrendered, didn’t it? In that moment, when you let everything else go, when you simply obeyed, all the voices in your head went silent.”

  She sat back on her heels and took the condom from between her teeth. “How did you know?”

  “I have some experience, pet.” He smiled at her. “Cover me, then stand. I’ll bind your wrists again—behind your back this time. Giving up a little more control will make this easier for you.”

  She wanted to give up all of her control, but this would be enough. She tore the condom wrapper, rolled the condom over his dick, then stood, putting her back to him and giving him her wrists. He restrained her with the scarf, more securely this time, tight, but not too tight. His hands on her hips, he turned her to face him.

  “Come here,” he whispered, helping her straddle him as she had before. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, his fingers gliding into her, stretching her as he eased one, then two past the rippling muscles within. His thumb pressed down on her clit, lightly at first, using her own juices to moisten the tiny nub. She cried out as he added more pressure, moving his mouth from hers to pull at an erect nipple with a hard suck of his lips.

  “Sir!” Her hips jerked as a jolt of electric sensations sizzled from her nipple to her clit. She was so close, but she held back, needing him inside her before she gave in completely. “Please, please, please!”

  He lifted her up, nuzzling his face between her breasts as he positioned himself between her thighs. The tip of his dick spread her pussy lips, but he went no farther. His hands curved under her thighs as he held her in place. “As slow, or
as fast, as you need to take me, Akira.”

  She let her weight down slowly, but the stretching—he filled her so much she wasn’t sure she could take more. She rested her head on his shoulder, panting. He kissed her shoulder, using one hand to stroke her back, to lift her sweat-dampened hair over one shoulder.

  “I’m too small. You would figure after . . .” Her stomach turned. It had been years, and all her body remembered was how much it had hurt. Dominik wasn’t hurting her, but maybe her body didn’t understand. Maybe it would never understand the pleasure that could come from having a man inside her. What if they’d spoiled this for her? Forever?

  They didn’t! I won’t let them!

  “You’re tense and your mind is somewhere else.” Dominik pressed his hand against her cheek, drying the tears she hadn’t felt spill with his thumb. “Be with me. Feel me. Because all I’m feeling right now is you. You’re all I see.”

  Her lashes clung together as she tipped her head toward him, all that had happened to her so long ago locked away where it belonged, what had happened to him all too recently stealing the tension from her body. “All I see, all I feel, is you.”

  He let out a sound between a laugh and a sob, his arms around his waist, his lips on hers. They moved together until his thick length fit snugly inside her. She buried her face in his neck, trying so hard not to cry. He’d opened her up and freed a spot in her heart for him to slip inside. It wasn’t love, but it was something special.

  Something she’d never regret.

  * * * *

  This was all about Akira. Should be all about her. But Dominik hadn’t expected his own emotions to get involved. The last woman he’d made love to had been Oriana. She’d climbed into his bed naked, tears in her eyes, though she wouldn’t say why.

  “I need you, Dominik. Just hold me and tell me how much you love me.”

  He’d felt the welts on her ass and thighs, but touching them only made her moan and press harder against him. Sometimes she scened with Sloan without sex. It satisfied something deep inside her, but not everything. Even in the darkness, from the moisture slicking some of the welts, he could tell she was bleeding. But she wasn’t hurt. And by the way she pressed against his body, he wasn’t even sure she needed the emotional connection she was asking for.

  Just a different kind of release.

  What was happening between him and Akira was more than a release. It was moving on. It was two people drowning, catching the same piece of driftwood that would bring them to solid ground. Finding the shore might be a struggle, but getting there would come that much sooner with them fighting the current together.

  Akira’s thighs clenched as she lifted up. She held her breath as she took him inside her yet again, and he groaned at how tight she was around him. His whole length was gripped by her snug pussy. His shirt was soaked with his sweat as he carefully guided her up, then down, controlling the pace, reining in the urge to thrust into her hard and fast. She needed him to be oh so gentle. For this experience to be very different from what had happened to her before.

  He wished he could say this would be the end for her. That getting here would erase the hell she’d gone through. But it wouldn’t. She’d let him in, but they both knew there was only so much he could give her. A safe place to heal, to find herself. Eventually, he’d need to help her find someone who would could help her learn to love. For the first time.

  Because she wouldn’t get that from him. He wasn’t sure he could ever love again. Not the way she deserved to be loved.

  She nipped his chin, letting him know he’d done what he’d asked her not to. He’d gone somewhere else when he should be with her. He gritted his teeth as he let the pleasure take over, all too aware that his body couldn’t care less where his mind had gone. This beautiful, sweet woman needed to feel his control. And he needed to find it.

  He bent her back over his arm, kissing between her breasts, holding her down on him as he ground deep into her body. Then he drew her up, shifting his angle a little, lifting up and holding her there, pleasuring himself with a few shallow upward thrusts as her eyes glazed. Her little whimpers were the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. “Come for me, Akira. We haven’t rolled the dice again, so we’ll use the number you rolled yesterday.”

  “Th-three?” She stared at him, then pressed her eyes shut as he brought her down hard. “Ah!”

  Her juices spilled over his dick, over his balls, as she clenched and screamed. Pressure built up in the base of his spine, but he forced his own release back with a few deep breaths, holding Akira still so she wouldn’t move and set him off. Once she settled down, he pulled her up, gritting his teeth as his dick slid from her body. He stood her up, made sure she was steady, then pulled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans.

  Her little scream as he swept her up into his arms made him chuckle. He brought her to the bed, quickly untying her. After he had her on her back, he bound her wrists to the headboard.

  “Dominik?” Her back bowed as he kissed down her body, between her small breasts, over the shallow dip of her stomach.

  He moved even lower, bringing her knees up over his shoulders. “Shall we work on number two?”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Scott licked the salt off the wrist of the girl with the chestnut hair before taking his shot of tequila and snatching the slice of lemon from her lips with his teeth. He grinned at Ford, then unbuttoned his blue silk shirt as the four Ice Girls hollered. They were playing cutthroat cricket and Chestnut—Scott was pretty sure her name was April—had closed the seventeen with three darts in one round. Which meant Scott owed her a piece of clothing and had to take a shot. Oh, and a kiss. Things wouldn’t get dirty until someone was naked.

  Thankfully, the cameras weren’t allowed in here. So none of them had to behave all respectable. A goddamn relief.

  Besides Ford, there were two other guys in the game room. Pischlar and Carter. Scott was fucking shocked that the kid had come along. Even more so to learn that Ramos had told him it was okay. Of course, there was a catch. Carter could play. He could drink and strip. But no touching.

  Some kind of fucked-up test? Scott doubted it. More likely, Ramos wanted the boy all worked up for when he got home. Didn’t matter either way. Just left more for Scott, Ford, and Pischlar.

  Chestnut smoothed her hands over Scott’s chest, tipping her head back, her glossy red lips parted. He dipped her over his arm, kissing her hard and fast, laughing into her mouth as the men cheered behind him. She gave him a dreamy-eyed look as he straightened her.

  “You. Are. Amazing!” She let out a drunken giggle, stumbling back to her friends.

  Ford picked up a dart.

  “I’m surprised Akira isn’t here!” One of the girls—Rachel?—shouted. The music wasn’t loud, but the girls had stopped using their “inside voices” after the first few shots. “She’s missing all the fun!”

  A girl with curly black hair snorted. “Oh, I doubt that. Our potential captain went straight back to their captain’s room after the rehearsal. And with Mason . . .” She sighed. “You just know she’s not missing out on anything.”

  The dart Ford threw hit the center of the chalkboard and stuck in the black slate. None of the girls noticed.

  “That lucky little bitch!”

  “I know! I would so let Mason spank me!”

  “Would you?” April cocked her head, sliding over to draw her fingers up and down Pischlar’s arm. “I don’t know if I could get into the kinky stuff.”

  Pischlar let out a sharp laugh. “You might want to go snuggle up to Demyan and the Delgado prince then, honey.”

  April stared at Pischlar like horns had just ripped through the skin on his forehead. She inched away from him, grabbing the bottle of tequila from her friend.

  “Don’t you know anything, April?” Rachel tossed her head, giving April a superior look. “You want to get with a Cobra, you better like kink. The things that happen at that club—”

  “Don’t re
mind me.” April shuddered, then turned to Ford. “You gonna play?”

  “Yeah.” Ford threw the next two darts perfectly, closing the next inning. “I think I will.”

  Running his tongue over his teeth, Scott studied Ford as the game continued. He was focused, which was good for their team, but something in his eyes had gone hard and cold.

  Could mean trouble.

  By the time the game was finished, one girl was naked and the other two topless. Carter had fallen asleep on the sofa, and Pischlar had Rachel up against the wall, holding her wrists behind her back and speaking softly in her ear. One of the girls had rushed off to the bathroom, looking a little green.

  Ford lit a cigarette, standing by the small bar, and crooked his finger at April. “You owe me.”

  Cheeks a nice, dark pink, April slinked across the room, dropping to her knees when she reached Ford. She undid the button of his black jeans, then pulled the zipper down with her teeth. Scott noticed that Ford’s expression hadn’t changed much. Like any man, he liked getting his dick sucked, but it didn’t seem to matter much whose mouth was around his cock. Must be nice to be that indifferent. Scott couldn’t work up any interest in any of the girls. Or the men. Ford was a good-looking guy, but they had an easygoing friendship that Scott didn’t want to mess with.

  The last girl—whose name was somewhere in Scott’s fuzzy brain—went behind the bar to toss the empty bottle of tequila. She brought out a bottle of rum, gesturing to Scott with it before pouring herself a good helping.

  “No thanks.” Scott bit the inside of his cheek as something tightened low in his gut. He never drank rum. Just the smell of it made him sick. “You okay getting back to your room . . . ?”

  “Shanelle.” She gave him a provocative smile, eyelashes fluttering. “You sure you don’t want to stay?”

  “I’m sure.” He smiled stiffly back at her, ignoring her little pout. Over by the sofa, he shook Carter awake. “Come on, kid. Let’s get you to bed.”

  “Ain’t going to bed wit’ you, Dem—Demmy.” Carter slurred, using Scott’s rarely-heard nickname since he couldn’t seem to say his full last name. “You ain’t Seb.” He sat up unsteadily and frowned. “Miss Seb. Tell him to come get me.”