Fiend (An Erotic BDSM Romance Novel) (Cravings Book 2)

by Rachael Orman

  It was only after I roughly fucked her that I found I relaxed. Being inside her body, reinstating my ownership was the only way I could finally start to let the afternoon go. Cradling her to my chest, I rearranged us in a more comfortable position against the pillows and I ran my hand over her hair for a few minutes while I tried to center myself and regain the control I’d been barely able to hold onto since lunch.

  Once I felt her relax against me and I figured she’d dozed off, I carefully escaped her grip on me to go to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to her. Taking my time, I cleaned between her thighs and crack thoroughly while making sure I didn’t hurt her. She simply moaned quietly at my touch, but did nothing to stop or question me.

  I left the washcloth on the counter before washing my flaccid dick in the sink, then went back to the bed. Pulling her close, I soothed one hand down her back and held her hips close with the other. It didn’t matter that the arm I’d snaked under her was losing circulation; I needed her in my arms and to be touching her as much as I could, even if she was sleeping.

  Time passed while I watched her sleep — it could’ve been minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell or care. At some point, she opened her eyes and looked up at me with a lazy smile.

  “Why aren’t you sleeping? You have to be exhausted after working all day and dealing with my hysterics, then fucking me senseless,” she murmured sleepily. Her palm ran up my chest, then down my arm before making its way back to where I’d had it trapped against me.

  “I don’t want to miss a moment with you,” I breathed.

  “You are crazy. Sleep now so you aren’t tired tomorrow.” She pulled back and I released her. Rolling to her side, she put her back to me before scooting into me again. “Sorry, I normally sleep on this side.”

  “It’s okay. I can still hold you like this,” I said, folding one arm under my pillow as the other slid around her waist. I shoved a leg between hers and breathed in her scent.

  “Please sleep. I’ll feel terrible tomorrow knowing that it was my fault you didn’t rest,” she pleaded.

  “I’ll be fine. Go back to sleep,” I whispered.

  She did as I instructed and before long I felt my eyes getting heavy, finally giving in. As much as I didn’t want to miss a moment, sometimes the body took over.

  In the morning, I woke to a soft caress running along my abdomen and peeked open one eye. Alix was smiling at me as she sat on the bed, already showered and dressed.

  “Wake up, Master. You need to go to work, sir,” she said softly, but hearing her use such words outside of the club and any sexual activity woke me up faster than anything else.

  “Keep talking to me like that and I’ll be late to work.” I rolled onto my back and stretched.

  “Nope. Not today. You were late because of me once already and I refuse to be the cause of it again.” She patted my stomach and stood up from the bed. “Plus, I have stuff to do so you have to leave.”

  “Am I being kicked out of your house?” I gaped at her. I’d never had someone do such a thing.

  “Mmm, as tempting as it would be….” She rubbed her chin as if she was considering it. “I can also give you a key so you can lock up after you leave.”

  “A key?” My heart stuttered a beat before racing. A key to her place? Was she really ready to take that step with me?

  “That you can use for now,” she clarified, and my heart slowed.

  “I suppose I’ll hurry and get ready so you don’t have to worry about leaving me with a key.” I tried to not let my disappointment show. I knew things were moving rapidly between us, but it was like so much had already been established and shared between us that other couples didn’t get to until they’d been dating for months or even years.

  “Oh, stop it. If you want a key, just say so. I have no problem giving you one. I figured you’d freak out if I gave you one on my own,” she said with a shrug before looking away.

  “Would you like a key to my place? I’ll get one made for you today,” I said hoping to show her I was more than ready.

  “I don’t even know where you live, so it really wouldn’t do me any good,” she sighed, and I realized what an ass I’d been. I’d never taken her to my place, so of course she was a bit hesitant to give me a key to hers.

  “Well, I guess that’ll have to be remedied then, won’t it?” I climbed from the bed and took her into my arms. “I feel the connection too. It’s quick, but who cares. As long as we’re both on the same page and feeling the same things, then fuck everyone else and what they expect or say.”

  She nodded her head, but refused to meet my eyes. Hooking a finger under her chin, I forced her to lift her head.

  “Don’t do that. Talk to me. Tell me what is going on in that head of yours.”

  “I’ve never been good at relationships, I don’t know how to do them or how to keep you happy once the newness wears off.” She lifted a shoulder as a sad half-smile tilted her lips.

  “Just you being you makes me happy. Forget about everything else, because it’ll come naturally.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then another on her forehead. “I do need to go, though. Will I see you tonight?”

  “I don’t know when I’ll get off work and I have a lot going on right now, so probably not. Tomorrow?”

  I could see the plea in her eyes so I smiled.

  “Yes, tomorrow then. I’ll text you later,” I said before pulling on my clothes and leaving. It was getting harder and harder to leave her when I had to go to work, but I had no other choice. At least my day was filled with out-of-the-office appointments, which would be good to keep me distracted.

  Returning to my apartment to shower and change, I realized I needed to either start taking a change of clothes with me, leave clothes at Alix’s or bring her to my place so I wouldn’t have to always make an extra stop before going to work.

  Since I only had to stop in briefly, then head out to meet clients, thankfully I wasn’t late to meet them. I’d only talked briefly with Mariah to get my schedule for the day before leaving again. She’d frowned at my brisk demeanor, but I didn’t have time to spare.

  My first couple was a pair I hadn’t met before outside of the office, Tara and Chase. They hadn’t been together long, but were already feeling the strain of hidden desires. I knew Tara from when she’d been in another relationship. She had a hard time simply expressing what she wanted without me there because of her past. I was working to get her to open up and not fear every man would be like the one who’d made her so afraid to share herself.

  We were meeting at Tara’s because it was where she was most comfortable. When I arrived, they were both waiting on the couch for me in jeans. My suits often made me feel overdressed, but also in control. I wasn’t the one getting intimate, they were, so they were the ones who needed to be comfortable.

  “Welcome, John.” Tara smiled and shook my hand.

  “Tara. Chase.” I nodded at each of them as she closed the door behind me. “Since I’ve already met with Tara about today, I’d like to have her go prepare while Chase and I chat for a few minutes.”

  “Okay,” Tara said eagerly before sauntering down the hall. If I didn’t know what she’d been through I’d think she was simply enjoying the voyeurism of having someone watching them, but there was a lot more under the surface when it came to her.

  “How are you feeling, Chase?” I asked sitting next to him.

  “Anxious. I’ve never done anything like this and I’m afraid I won’t be able to, uh, perform.” He looked down at his hands as he picked at his nails.

  “You’ll forget I’m even there after a bit, I promise. Now I know we’ve talked about a lot of topics in my office, but today I want to specifically address spanking and restraining, as that is what Tara requested we start with.” I crossed one ankle over the opposite knee and leaned back against the cushion.

  “I’ve never done either. I suppose you could say I’m all vanilla,” he laughed softly, but I sim
ply nodded. I knew he was, but that was easily changed when done in small amounts and as long as he was comfortable and open minded.

  “I’ll be there to guide and teach you. Don’t be afraid to speak up if you are uncertain or uncomfortable with anything. Now, how about we go see what Tara has prepared for you?” I stood and he followed after, swallowing hard. He led me toward the bedroom even though I knew where it was, but he didn’t know I’d been in her house before with her ex and I wasn’t about to tell him.

  He stopped in front of the door that was left slightly cracked and wiped his hands on his thighs before pushing it open farther. A breath hissed out from between his teeth at the sight that awaited us.

  Tara was leaning over the foot of the bed, naked, her ass pushed into the air. There were scarves piled to one side of her and a riding crop on the other. Her body was already flushed and her folds glistened with her arousal.

  “If I wasn’t here, where would you start?” I whispered to Chase. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

  “I’d bang her just like that,” Chase said, shyly.

  “No, that’s not how it’s going to happen. Strip to your boxers,” I instructed and stepped back from him to give him a bit of privacy to do so. He hesitated for a moment before finally pulling off his shirt and shucking his jeans. “Go stand on the side of the bed and I’ll show you how to restrain her like this.”

  He nodded and moved to stand next to her.

  “No, next to the bed, not her.” I stepped behind her. “If you are going to touch her, it’s to show her who is in control, not to arouse her.”

  Running my hand up the center of her back firmly, I snagged a handful of her hair and pulled her head up off the bed. A gasp left her, but she wiggled her hips against me.

  “Do not move or I will be forced to punish you,” I growled at Tara, who whimpered but nodded. I turned to look at Chase. “Like that.”

  “Uh, okay,” he stuttered.

  “Now, take one of the scarves and wrap it around her wrist then pull it back to wrap it around. Knot it around her ankle. It’ll spread her wide and make it hard for her to wiggle around much, which is what we want,” I instructed and watched as he attempted to do as I asked. Surprisingly, he did it quite well. “Repeat it on the other side now.”

  The position made her spread her legs wide to the sides of her full mattress while holding her torso flat against the bed so her wrists could almost touch her ankles. If the scarves had been shorter, we’d have to find a different way, but I’d known they’d be long enough.

  “Behind her. Touch her as you move so she knows where you are, unless you want to surprise her. That’s a benefit of this position. You can do as you please and she is at your mercy. Remember, though, this is about trust. She is trusting you not to take it further than she wants, and you are trusting her to let you know when she’s had enough.” I moved beside him and lifted his hand to her ass. “Caress, squeeze, her flesh. It’ll start the increased blood flow she desires. Make her want you, want more of what you can give her, what she can’t get from anyone but you.”

  After a few moments, I could tell he was getting the hang of it. He used both his hands on her bottom and she thrashed on the bed, moaning out her desire for more.

  “Now.” I nodded once at him and he knew instantly what I meant as he lifted one hand and brought it down against her ass. She groaned and yelled for more. He repeated the move, but harder, on the other side.

  “Yes!” she screamed out. “Harder!”

  I stepped back as Chase took over and took turns slapping one side then the other. When her skin was bright pink, I returned to his side.

  “Since you have her blood flowing well to that area, you may want to caress her skin between blows since it can get a lot more intense as the skin becomes a deeper hue of pink and red. Listen to her and she’ll tell you what she needs.” I walked around to his other side and picked up the riding crop. It was short and black with a leather flap at the end. “When your hand grows tired or too sore, you can use the crop to continue, but it’ll sting a lot more than your hand will, so keep that in mind. Or you can use it to tease her.”

  “How would you tease with that?” Chase asked, halting his movements to watch me.

  “May I?” I asked, showing him I wanted to stand where he was. He nodded and stepped aside. I trailed the tip of the leather down her spine from her nape to the top of her ass. “You can use the tip to stimulate, like this.

  “Or you can use it to sensitize other areas, like this.” I gently slapped the outside of her thighs a few times before moving to the insides. “And when you feel comfortable, you can even use it to bring an orgasm if she’s turned on enough.”

  I slapped the crop against her wet lips and she arched her back as much as she could as she gasped.

  “Would you like more, Tara?” I asked, wanting him to see exactly how turned on she was.

  “Yes, please,” she begged beautifully.

  Again, I brought the crop to her sensitive skin. Her body was shuddering and I wanted to bring her to climax, but it wasn’t my job. He’d have to take that pleasure. It was simply knowing how easily she handed over the control and blossomed beautifully under the crop. It reminded me of Alix when I’d used a crop on her.

  “Of course, if you don’t want to let her get off easily, you can simply drag the tip through her lips and tease her. Then you can use the handle to fill her anally or vaginally. The possibilities are as endless or as limited as your mind makes them. Try new things, with her consent of course. And always make sure you wash your toys afterwards.” I handed Chase the crop and stepped back to the corner to let him have a hand at teasing and tormenting her. He seemed most fascinated with slapping against her pussy, since that got the most vocal responses from her, and she was coming all over the toy after only a few hits.

  “Now you can either take her like this, keep playing with her until you are happy with the number of times she’s come, or you can release her and take things in another direction. It’s all up to how you want things to go or where you thinks he wants them to go,” I said loudly from across the room. I leaned against the wall and stuffed my hands in my pockets to watch as they moved on to fucking and coming. I helped him untie her when he was done, then after a swift good bye to the cuddling couple, I left.

  Another happy couple. Time to move on to another pair who was in need of assistance.

  The rest of the day was spent with similar clients, most of whom had fairly normal requests when it came to my assistance. It was always about the fear of rejection, the fear of not being accepted for their desire of something “different” or “weird”. All it usually took was a conversation with both parties and they’d normally agree to give it a try. If an idea was flat-out denied, we would try something else more tame and work our way back to the idea at another time.

  When I finally returned to the office, I found Mariah waiting with her patented smile and a stack of notes for me. I was still getting used to the idea that calls weren’t being forwarded directly to my cell for me to handle, but to her. It was a nice break not to be constantly interrupted; however, I had always put my phone on silent while with clients so as to not break the scene or moment for them.

  Sitting behind my desk, I started going through the slips she’d given me. After a few minutes, she knocked and entered my office. I looked up expectantly.

  “I’m going to head out, but wanted to make sure you had everything you needed.” She leaned against the wall.

  “No, I think I’ll be fine,” I said before returning to the notes. When I didn’t hear the door shut, I lifted my head again to find her still watching me. “Anything else?”

  She strutted closer to me, resting a hip on the corner near my hand.

  “Can you read my handwriting on those? I know it’s so sloppy sometimes.” She bent closer like she was peering at the papers. What she was really doing was giving me a glance down her shirt whether she intended to or not
. I’d seen it before and wasn’t the least bit interested.

  “They’re fine,” I said, briskly.

  “Okay, good,” she breathed before pushing off my desk. She walked back to the door before swinging her head around, making her long hair go flying. “You know, I was thinking of going to get a drink at the bar next door. You want to go with?”

  “No, I don’t drink. You know that.” I shook my head while keeping my eyes down.

  “Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be there for a while,” she said, finally leaving my office.

  I waved my hand in front of my face a few times. Her perfume was over-powering when she got too close to me. I’d never noticed it before but the last few days it’d been annoying me. If it kept up I’d have to ask her to tone it down. It couldn’t be only me who was bothered by it.

  Throughout the day I’d texted Alix a few short messages between clients, but I missed her more than ever. I’d been spoiled seeing her so much the past few days. Thankfully most of the notes were things I could put off until the next day when I’d be in the office, so I gathered my belongings and locked up. Walking to the hotel, I straightened my tie and ran a hand through my hair before walking into the hotel lobby.

  I spotted Alix and smiled as she chatted with Jennifer behind the counter. Locking my eyes on her face, I headed toward her. Unfortunately, I was stopped when I heard my name being called. I turned to find Mariah walking out of the bar area toward me. Frowning, I stepped closer to her.

  “Yes?” I asked through gritted teeth. I didn’t like when anyone came between me and Alix and that’s exactly what she was doing by making me wait even longer until I could have my woman wrapped in my arms.

  “I just… um…” She trailed off, looking over my shoulder for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “I thought you had changed your mind about a drink.”

  “No, you were mistaken.” I started to move away again, but her hand on my forearm stopped me.