Liberated Heart: Windy City Book Three

by Stone, Measha

  A silent nod, then a quiet, "Yes, Sir."

  His dick reacted the moment she'd stepped into his office naked. Now, seeing her so vulnerable and open to him, made his erection painful. He reached out with one hand, stroking her face, then her shoulders, before moving to her breasts. His fingers were soft at first, gently bringing her nipples to peaks.

  "Here, hold this." He thrust the chain into her mouth, letting the clamps dangle out as he continued his exploration of her breasts. His gentle fingers became rougher, pulling and tweaking her nipples. He watched the slight wince in her face when he pinched harder and listened for the moans when he twisted them. When he thought the sensations were beginning to be too much for her, the pain almost intolerable, he took the clamps from her mouth and attached them to her beautiful nipples. Her gasps and moans were almost his undoing. He stroked his fingertips over the exposed ends of her engorged nipples. Another hiss. Music to his ears. "So beautiful."

  He ran his fingers over her body, memorizing every inch, every curve. It was clear to him she liked to be touched. Which worked well, since he couldn't seem to keep his damn hands off of her. His fingers made their way down to her pussy, to her clit. She groaned again, but she didn't move her hands. Sliding two fingers into her pussy, he let out a low whistle.

  "You are soaked for me." He pressed his forehead against hers, taking in her scent, hearing her harsh breathing as he began to finger-fuck her.

  He noted her flinch when he pushed against her clit and grinned. "Is your clit sensitive?" He didn't need her to answer. She had already had three orgasms. Of course her clit was tender, but he wouldn't stop, and he doubted she wanted him to.

  "Yes, Sir." She took a sharp breath as he ground the heel of his hand into her clit, still working his fingers in and out of her. His free hand grabbed her ass, pinching her cheek hard before raking his nails across the smooth flesh. A high-pitched yelp filled the room, and he grinned against her cheek.

  "That's tender too, huh?" He had inspected her ass after the spanking. No welts or bruises, but her skin would be sensitive for a day or so. "Suppose you should behave yourself a little better, huh?" He knew he sounded the villain, but it was who he was. He wasn't a gentle man, not in or out of the bedroom, and she would need to get used to that.

  "Yes, Sir." She breathed slow, controlled breaths.

  He released her pussy and fondled the chain connecting the clamps. Another wince, but she kept her eyes on him. So good. He watched her reactions as he pulled the chain toward him: trepidation, fear, arousal. Her eyes glossed ever so slightly as he tugged the chain farther. It had to burn, but she made no complaint, no plea for him to stop. She was simply taking what he gave her, and it all showed in her eyes. He had seen the look, the longing, the intent in a sub's eyes many times. He knew it when he saw it; his pleasure drove her arousal higher.

  "Please," she whispered.

  "If I yank these off, it will hurt a lot. Or I can unclasp them. That’ll hurt too." He kissed her lips, then licked the corner of her mouth.

  "Which way do you prefer?"

  She squealed, but didn't answer, only shook her head. "Answer me," he said, digging his nails into her ass again.

  "I don't know!" A quiver ran through her words. "Which would please you more?" She turned her eyes back on him. Tears began to build. He couldn't tell if they were from the discomfort in her breasts or the uncertainty of her answer.

  "Fuck, Erin. Everything about you pleases me." It was the truth. She hadn't done a single thing that hadn’t made his dick want her or his mind wander away from her. "But I want you to answer this one. I want to know which you want." He released her ass and moved around to face her, keeping the chain in his hand. The decision was tearing her a part. If she would only decide, it would be over for her, but her indecision was prolonging the discomfort.

  "Either way hurts. One is quick and intense, the other slow and achy. Decide, Erin. I want your decision." He tugged a little harder. "Or maybe I'll make you do it?"

  "Yank them!" she said in response to his threat.

  "Ah, why? Because you think it's what I want, or because you want it over with?"

  "The intensity. I want the intensity." If he thought he couldn't get more pleased with her, he was wrong. He couldn't help but groan his pleasure.

  "Should I count?" he teased. "Look down, pet. Keep your eyes on your tits. Watch me pull these off." She took a few calming breaths and tilted her head down, tucking her lower lip into her mouth, her muscles tense in anticipation. "Don't you dare look away."

  He twirled the chain around his middle finger, getting a stronger grasp on it. Her lip completely disappeared into her mouth. He waited another moment, until she began to settle into the reality of what was to happen. Her shoulders lowered. The muscle in the side of her neck softened. With one quick movement, both clamps popped off, and she yelled out with little regard to any audience there might have been. Lucky for her, his neighbors were far enough away that she could scream her heart out and they wouldn't hear her.

  "Intense enough?"

  She nodded at first, taking a gulp of air. "Yes, Sir." She looked up at him with a wide smile. Pride lingered in her gaze. She'd taken the pain, rode the waves of the burn, and now she settled into the afterglow.

  "Fuck, pet." She would be the death of him. If he didn't know better, he would think she had a hell of a lot more experience than she claimed. But she didn't. She was only now realizing the things that made her feel alive. And they appeared to be the same things that rocked his world.

  "What do you want?" He began to unbuckle his belt, slowly pulling it from the loops of his jeans.

  "You. I just want you." She gave a little shake of her head, and he could see the truth in her eyes. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, wrapping his fist around his shaft. A little relief, but nothing like he was about to indulge himself in. He watched her breathing, her breasts rising and falling, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as he pumped his cock. Who the fuck needed pornography with a woman like her on his bed?

  "Lay back. Hands over your head." She rolled back, sliding her feet from under her until she stretched out across the bed. "Spread those legs." He gave her thighs a hard slap to get her moving. The pink handprint left behind drew out his animalistic tendencies. He finished stripping out of his clothes and managed to grab a condom, and get it rolled over his painful erection before settling between her thighs.

  He reached up, plunging two fingers into her mouth. He growled as she sucked them. Her lips wrapped around his fingers; her tongue danced over his skin. His eyes rolled. He wouldn't deny himself anymore. One quick thrust, and he was seated up to the hilt, his balls resting against her ass. She groaned from the impact but didn't release his fingers. Another growl rumbled through his chest as he pulled his fingers free and gripped her legs, pushing them back toward her chest. "I was going to tie you up this time. I don't want to wait. Next time," he promised as he thrust into her.

  She wrapped her hands into fists around the wooden slats of the headboard. She pressed against him, her hot pussy taking him in further, and gave her ass a hard slap. Not to be deterred, she rolled her hips back again.

  He slammed into her again and again, into her hot wetness, moaning as her body responded to the invasion. Small ripples turned more intense around his cock, and he knew she was close. Repositioning his hands on her thighs, tightening his grip, he withdrew and plunged forward, letting her yelp of surprise wash over him. She was helpless this way, her hands over her head, him maneuvering her body any way he wished. It was enough to bring him to the brink of his own release.

  Her cries of pleasure bounced around the room. He could feel the vibrations in his chest from the sheer intensity of her sounds. Each cry drove him further and further to the point of no return. Each shriek of pleasure was a gift.

  "Oh, God! Fuck. Please. Bradley! Please, Sir!" Her head rocked back and forth, her eyes wild with lust. His cock ached for release. She clenched him h
ard, her pussy teasing him.

  "You want something?" He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to face him. A thin layer of sweat covered her face. Some of her eyeliner had become smudged, and her mouth opened, slack from overwhelming desire. She was fucking beautiful. "What do you want? Tell me what you want." He didn't slow his thrusts. He plunged harder, deeper. "Fucking look at me, pet. Don't make me tell you again." His fingers tightened in her hair, and she tried to nod.

  "I want to come. Please let me come."

  "Why? Why do you want to come?" He held her head up, looking at her. She struggled to keep her eyes on him. Her hot pussy clamped down on him harder. She was teetering on the edge, and she'd take him with if she slipped.

  "Please, I have to come. I can't hold it." The begging drew him closer still. "I want to come for you."

  "For me? Really?" He paused in his thrusts. As much as her hot pussy begged him to move, he remained still. "Not for yourself, but for me?" She was in the bargaining stage. She would say almost anything at this point to find her release, even tell him what he wanted to hear instead of what she meant. It was bullshit, and he wouldn't tolerate it. "Truth, pet. Always the truth." He began to fiddle with her clit, earning another shriek from her and loving the sound of it.

  "For me. I want to come for me," she finally admitted. "Please let me come."

  He began to move again, his fingers closing around her clit and rolling it between the pads. Her swollen clit was tender, and she was writhing beneath him in no time. "Never lie. Never pretend to be something you aren't." He thrust into her, unsure if she’d even processed the words.

  "Please, can I come, Sir?" She found his eyes. There was nothing untrue in her gaze then, just her willingness to wait for his permission. He wondered how long he could make her wait, but his own desire rode the same wave as hers.

  "Yes. Now or not at all." He flicked her clit once more. The strangled scream she released into the air may have filled the room, but the only thing his mind focused on was the hard clenching of her pussy around his dick, pulling his own release from him. He gave into the desire and hammered into her as she yanked on the headboard, her body dragging her into a second orgasm. Her muscles pulled at him, milking everything from him as he dove into his own orgasmic haze.

  He fell forward, resting his head on her chest. The scent of sex and sweat brought him back to reality. Her chest began to slow as she found her breath, and her fingers lightly stroked his shoulders. She was coaxing him back to reality. He managed to build enough strength to look up at her. A gentle smile greeted him.

  "You okay?" Slipping from her, he adjusted his position so he leaned over her without crushing her.

  "Better than okay." The glossy look in her eyes told him she wasn't quite down yet; she was still fluttering up in space. He kissed her and rolled off of her, hauling her to his chest. He would hold her until she came all the way down to earth. Then he would explain his decision, and hopefully she wouldn't say no, because there was no fucking way he could let her go.

  Chapter 12

  Erin stared at Bradley as he ate his breakfast. She'd gotten up early and made pancakes. From scratch. He didn't seem to notice her staring while he shoveled in another bite of the fluffy cakes and read his paper. She shouldn't have stared. It was rude. But she couldn't keep her eyes off him.

  She sensed him before he even arrived next to her. It was weird. She had slipped out of bed early, before his alarm went off, so she could get the batter going. It was eerily quiet in the large house, and she wondered why he didn't move into a smaller place. He didn't employ staff, and he had no real need for the space. It didn't make much sense to her.

  The morning would be hectic for her. She had at least two projects that had been sorely neglected over the past few weeks, and she needed to set up a time to speak with a realtor to check out her options with the house.

  First things first, a nice breakfast with him before she headed out. The idea of leaving him made her stomach ache, so she hadn't touched her breakfast at all. She tried to mention her plans for the morning to him the previous night, but whenever she brought it up, he’d distracted her. A kiss, a fondle, all great distractions, but she never got the conversation started. It was probably better this way. Eat, dress, leave.

  "Aren't you going to eat?" He looked up from his paper and pointed to her full plate.

  "Oh...uh…" She blinked a few times. Had he caught her gaping at him? "I'm not that hungry. I ate while I cooked." She had tried one of the pancakes earlier. That counted, didn't it?

  If she was going to get through this without breaking down and crying, or begging him to keep her, she needed to get her ass in gear.

  "Actually, I should get going." She picked up the plate and brought it to the sink, dumping the contents into the trash.

  His fork clanked on the plate when he dropped it. "It's only seven." He looked at his watch, then back to her. "You said you don't get to the office usually until nine."

  "Right. Yeah." She put her plate in the dishwasher. "But still."

  "Wait." The chair grated as he got up from the table, reaching her in only a few strides. "I should have done this last night." He took a deep breath and shoved his hands into his jeans. His muscles flexed with the movement. "I know we said this was just a weekend thing. Just a little fling to get you over your ex."

  "I think I was already over him when I met you." She avoided his eyes.

  "Yeah. I think so too." He cupped her chin in his hand. "What I was going to say is I know we said weekend fling, rebound fun, but I'd like to keep seeing you." His shoulders squared, but he didn't let go of her. "In fact, I wouldn't mind seeing you tonight after work. Here. Stay with me."

  She took a step back. Isn't that what she wanted? To have him longer? So why were her insides twisting into more knots than before?

  "Bradley, I can't move in with you." She shook her head. Logical Erin was back in full force.

  "You can stay the week, can't you? I mean, it's closer to work here for you. A week, then we'll decide what to do."

  "Would I have my own room?" If it was like a roommate situation, maybe it would feel less rushed.

  "No." The word dropped between them, heavy and loud. She couldn't help but smile over the irritation in his eyes, the possessiveness lurking there. "If you stay, you stay where I put you, and I put you in my bed." The gruffness of his voice sent tingles over her skin.

  "A week?"

  "We'll re-evaluate then. But before you say yes, I need you to understand a few things." He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Her face warmed under the light touch of his fingertips as he traced her jawline. "I'm going to teach you my likes and dislikes. We won't venture out of your limits ever, but I will push you."

  "Like, train me?" She lost herself in his eyes. They were so dark, so warm, so intriguing.

  "Yes. How I want you to kneel, sit, speak, suck cock…"

  Her face flushed. "I-I didn't do it right?" Damn him for making her feel like a stupid high school girl. She wasn't the most skilled, but he seemed to have enjoyed himself pretty thoroughly.

  He let out a burly laugh. "Oh, you did it just right, damn near perfect. But I like things…well, a little rough. I'm going to teach you to take me all the way in, down your throat, until tears fall down your face, your makeup smears, and you're left breathless."

  She should have been terrified. That sounded mean and horrible, but her body responded. "You like my discomfort." She licked her dry lips. He already had her panting at the way he was looking at her, holding her.

  "Your pain is my pleasure." He nodded and laughed, a low guttural sound that warmed her. "Sorry, a little cliché I guess. Yes, Erin, I like your pain. I like the sounds you make when the flogger strikes. The way your eyes open wide when I pinch those nipples of yours. And when you beg me, my dick damn near explodes."

  "Oh." His thumb ran over her lower lip, and she reached out with her tongue and licked him. He grinned. "
And outside of the bedroom?"

  "Outside of the bedroom, our dynamic doesn't change." A sadness flashed in his eyes, as though he'd confessed a dark sin.

  "Will I still get to make you breakfast in the mornings?" She tried to smile. She wanted to. She wanted to make his coffee, bring him his meals, make his bed. She wanted to do all the things that made his life a little easier.

  "Absolutely." Relief washed over his face. "And dinner if you want."

  "It won't bother you to have me underfoot?"

  "You won't be. You'll be exactly where I want you." His hands framed her face. Lightly, his lips brushed hers, then with more force, until he claimed her in a possessive kiss. His tongue dove deep inside her mouth as he pressed his body against her, trapping her against the counter behind her. His hand slid behind her, entwining in her hair as he deepened the kiss. She rested her hands on his chest, not pushing, not clawing, just taking in the strength of him as she kissed him back. She needed him in that moment, needed his strength.

  His mouth curled into a lewd grin. "There will be other things. Things I ask you to do you may not like, but I'll expect you to do them anyway."

  "Okay." There was little doubt in her mind she would say no to him about anything.

  "So accommodating." He chuckled. “We'll see. For now, I'll have George drive you to work. What time do you think you'll be finished?" He kept his hand fisted in her hair. The pain of it being pulled only centered her attention on him more.

  "I have meetings this morning. I was planning on working until dinnertime."

  "Good. I'll meet you here for dinner." His fingers slowly released her hair but didn't move from behind her head.

  "I have to go back to my house. I need clothes. I need to get my mail."

  "Fair enough. George can drive you." She shook her head. "Already defying me?" He grinned down at her.

  "The train would be faster that time of day."

  He raised an eyebrow. The man could look downright terrifying when he wanted to. "Okay. I'm supposed to take the nightshift tonight anyway. Alex apparently has fucked up with Alyssa and is side-tracked. I'll be home by ten at the latest—once everything's in full swing at the club." He drew her against him, tucking her under his chin. She couldn't help the sigh that escaped her. "George will pick you up at your house at eight o'clock, not a second later." He kissed her forehead and let her go.