by Kate Stewart
Molly smiled as she lifted a shirt off a rack and I shook my head at her. Her tiny frame glided quickly through the aisle as I picked up the remains of the end caps I knocked over as I passed through, my ass having a mind of its own. The store was a madhouse and I was thoroughly unnerved at the goings on. My mother seemed fit for the race, and Molly appeared oblivious. My mother lifted a man’s sweater and I shook my head again.
“Mom, I don’t really know if it’s appropriate yet.”
“It’s a sweater, Violet,” she said, giving me a strange look, “and honestly, I don’t know why you mask your feelings for him. The feeling is mutual between the two of you.”
“That’s just it, Mom. I mean, I think so, but I’m not sure.” I shrugged my shoulders as they both eyed me.
“Then take a chance and buy him a noncommittal sweater.” She moved her eyebrows up and down as I yanked it out of her hands. It really was a nice sweater, gray to match his eyes.
“So what’s the hold up, dear daughter?” she continued, plucking clothes off the rack to eye them. “At Thanksgiving you couldn’t live without him.”
“There’s no hold up. He’s just not very vocal with his feelings and I have been nothing but. It’s humiliating but I can’t shut up. I assume he will tell me how he feels when he is ready, and in a way, he already has—”
“In many ways, I’m sure,” Molly added then held her hands up defensively when I took a step toward her, my eyes saying as much as my body language. I sighed as I addressed my mother again. “Anyway, I would just feel better if I knew for sure he was feeling the same.”
My mother looked to Molly then to me, as if she needed back up. “Men are always slow to come around. You have only been dating a few months. He loves you, and I know it. Just give it a little time.”
I put both hands on my face, embarrassed by the conversation. “God, it’s disgusting. I’m being needy. Two weeks divorced and I’m needy.”
“Your mom is right, Violet, but don’t beat yourself up. You are a woman. The minute we meet a decent man and have a good orgasm, we start planning the wedding. Whoops, fuck, I’m sorry, Mrs. Hale.”
“About which part?” she said, grinning at Molly. She knew better than to get through a day with Molly unscathed.
I shook my head at the both of them. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“No,” Molly said, looking pointedly at me, her lips pursing. “You are the only one who has a new hot boyfriend.”
“Amen,” my mother said in agreement as they looked at me expectantly.
“I’m leaving,” I decided quickly. “Why don’t you too speculate on my life while I go live it?” I snatched Rhys’s new sweater and Bryce’s toys out of the cart as they both protested my announcement.
They shared a smile, and I knew the minute I walked out of the store that they would do just that. I had to let go of my need for constant reassurance. I knew where it stemmed from and I wouldn’t let my past win.
A day of shopping, a sweater, and some toys richer, I had a date to get to.
I quickly texted Rhys.
VIOLET: I could use some RED.
RHYS: That could be arranged.
VIOLET: It can wait. I would rather hold that baby.
RHYS: Not tonight. He’s at his aunt’s until tomorrow morning.
VIOLET: Damn it, Rhys.
RHYS: Pussy here, now!
An hour later, I was at his door. We had agreed to meet at his house since Bryce would be delivered bright and early tomorrow. He opened it quickly after I knocked and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hard on the mouth.
“Missed me, huh?” he said, his tone cocky.
“I bought you something,” I said, thrusting the shopping bag in his face. Gift-wrapping—I had decided—would be over doing it, and since technically it wasn’t Christmas, I had nothing to be worried about. I had covered my bases.
He looked at me with puzzlement as I reached in and pulled the sweater out.
“Violet?”
“If you don’t like it, I can get you some cologne or bath salts...shit,” I said, feeling embarrassed and racing to his kitchen to get some wine.
He chuckled as he followed me. “There’s nothing wrong with the sweater. It’s just the manner in which it was presented. You threw it at my head, are you sure you want to part with it?”
I pulled out a bottle and quickly served myself a glass as he studied me. He looked gorgeous in his dark jeans and black, fitted long sleeve t-shirt. His hair was perfectly styled. He was still holding the sweater as he perused me. His eyes held his question, not wavering as they blurred briefly through the lift of my glass. I swallowed more before I braved an answer.
“Sorry, I spent the day with my mother,” I said, turning to his kitchen drawer behind me, rummaging through it to find a stopper for the wine.
“Uh huh,” he said, inching closer.
“Well, she’s crazy. She makes me a little crazy,” I offered, waving my hands around like a crazy person.
“Don’t need much help there,” he said, stepping in front of me, stopping my fidgeting.
“Do you want to get laid tonight?” I said testily.
He paused, studying me, his eyes growing dark. “As if you have a choice,” he said an inch away from me. His eyes were amused but his jaw was set. I felt a shiver run through me.
“How about a tour? I never really got one of upstairs. Show me Bryce’s room.” He looked back at me with confusion as I started toward the stairs, rattling on and on about my day.
My insecurity in the lead, I pounded up the steps and down the hall, searching for Bryce’s room. I didn’t want to spout off about feelings and the nature of our relationship. I wished I had never vocalized my concerns to my mother and Molly, leaving the thoughts in the forefront of my mind. I heard Rhys approach behind me as I turned the knob to a room, finding it filled with a queen bed fit for a guest. With the next turn of the knob, I found myself standing in the baby’s room, surrounded by all things Bryce. I walked to his rocker and picked up his teddy bear, holding it in my hands as I studied the pictures on a shelf above his changing table. They were all of the two of them from day one. I envied Rhys being a parent.
I felt his hands on my shoulders.
“He was a pretty newborn. Most newborns aren’t that pretty, did you know that?” I said, turning to Rhys who was watching me. He eyed the picture I was referring to and nodded.
“How old was he here?” I asked, taking a step out of his arms to scrutinize the next photo.
“Well, the frame says six months, Violet.” He chuckled behind me.
“Oh, yeah,” I said placing his teddy in his crib. “It’s a beautiful room.”
“Why don’t you want me to touch you?” he said, turning me to face him.
“I just need you to take it tonight, Rhys. Can you do that?” He pulled me roughly to him, making me cry out.
“With pleasure,” he said, his need growing evident against me. “Then again, what the hell is your problem?”
“Nothing, just do it, okay? I need you to not be the nice guy right now...Is that so fucking hard? Do you think you can handle that?” His eyes glazed as his jaw hardened. He looked down at me, the confusion leaving his eyes and his determination setting in. The air shifted and I was suddenly slightly on edge.
He turned me around and lifted my skirt, tearing off my panties in one swift movement, his breath on my neck sending a shiver down my spine. “You seemed to have forgotten who you are talking to. Go to my room, undress.”
Naked in his bed, I waited. I heard nothing, which worried me. I should apologize. I didn’t want to ruin our night with my nervous shit. Things were going so well between us; I didn’t understand why I just couldn’t embrace it.
I’d been bold with him before, rude even, and each time my reception was met with the same distaste and amazing payback.
You lost your cool, worried about his reaction to a sweater, jackass.
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“Turn over on your stomach and put your face in the mattress.” I jumped at his voice and looked up at him. He had taken off his shirt but kept his jeans on. He looked ridiculously sexy, but the air of him had changed into something I was familiar with, something I hadn’t seen in a while. Leaning against the door, he held his black bag.
“Rhys, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my day out on you.”
A slow, sardonic smile spread across his face. “No, you really shouldn’t have.”
I rolled over on my stomach as I was told, my pulse kicking out of control. This could go really bad for me...or the opposite. I buried my head in the mattress with a groan. The silence in the room was suddenly filled with music as Rhys cradled his iPod in the station on his nightstand and busied himself around me. I lay waiting and naked, not saying a word. Anticipation fluttered around in my stomach, every nerve in my body coming to attention.
I felt the bed sink with his weight, his breath hot on my neck. “You are going to watch me fuck you tonight, Violet, so you remember—” He leaned down closer to my ear “—that I’m the man who makes you come.” The words rolled off his tongue like a threat made of silk. “And I’m the one who can take it away.” I felt the bed dip again as my flesh became covered in goose bumps. If he’d wanted me on edge, I was there.
“Get on the table.” I looked up from the mattress to see he had set up a black massage table at the foot of the bed, except this one was much larger and had straps at the top and bottom of it.
Restraints. Oh my!
“Face down,” he said as I rose slowly from the bed. I immediately did as I was told as I took in Rhys’s naked form. I admired him for mere seconds when his hand came down hard in a punishing slap on my backside, fire in his eyes. I shifted my eyes from his and got on the table fast. When I put my face into the headrest, I noticed a screen the size of a small TV beneath me and on it my bare ass on the table. I raised my head quickly to see Rhys behind me holding a small camera and setting up another.
Oh my God.
I planted my face back in the rest, watching Rhys as he dug a small tasseled whip out of his black bag.
He strapped in my wrists as I stared at the screen, watching his beautiful body as he hovered over me.
“You make a sound and you don’t come,” he said, firmly trailing the soft leather down my ass to my toes. He did this repeatedly for several minutes as I watched, trying to stifle my moans.
A shift on the screen let me know he grabbed the camera again as he ordered me to spread my legs. Once I did, I saw my whole sex on screen as his tongue met it. I was on fire immediately, unable to make a sound as I watched my lover eat me, lick me, slide his fingers inside of me. Watching his lips pull at my clit, his tongue cover me, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. My chest heaved as he teased my pussy, darting his tongue in and out until I was clawing the top of the table in an attempt not to make a sound. He pulled his mouth away as I again saw the tassels of a tiny whip trail down the back of my ass. Before I could register the sound, the sting hit me and I screamed out.
“One minute, Violet,” he chided as the whip came down. “It took one minute for you to take your own pleasure away.”
Another switch on screen had me seeing the both of us, Rhys behind me, pumping his cock with his hand. “You wanted me to just take it.” My mouth watered as he pumped his fist around himself, taunting me.
“Is this what you want?” he hissed and I moaned in response. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous.”
Unhooking my straps and pulling me to the end of the table, he put the small screen in my hands. I watched as he stroked himself while smoothing my skin with his other hand.
“Taking it means it’s all for me, Violet.” With that, he slammed his length into me as I gripped the monitor. He pulled out to the head as I protested. “This cock does not take orders, Violet.” He pushed in again all the way as I watched him bury himself in my folds then stopped again suddenly. Swiping my wetness with his fingers, he held it up to the camera. I moaned as he reached around, shoving his fingers in my mouth. I bit down on them as he thrust back inside, ramming me so hard my eyes watered. My swollen pussy protested as he again took his dick away, making me beg.
“Don’t beg tonight, won’t work.” He parted my legs further and I saw my swollen backside as he took special care to angle the camera on me. He brought the whip down again and I screamed out in pleasure as one of the tassels hit my sex. My adrenaline running high, the sensation completely foreign to me, I pushed my ass out to urge him to do it again.
“Can I fucking handle you, Violet?” he brought it down again, gentler this time, landing it right on my sex as my head slumped and perspiration dropped onto the screen.
OH MY GOD.
He leaned in then and licked and sucked and teased my clit, never giving me enough to let go as I pumped my hips up and down in a vain attempt to help myself. As I was close, the whip teased me again with a sting.
“Greedy little pussy,” he growled as he traded his whip for his hand that now came down hard on my ass. I moaned at the arrival of more heat, helping to ease my frustration. For the first time ever, I wanted more of his hand. I pushed my hips out as I watched his hand come down again, leaving a bright pink mark on my already sensitive skin.
In my mind all I could do was think ‘please do it again,’ although I couldn’t utter a single word.
He buried his face inside me then, his nose nudging my puckered back entrance as his tongue lapped me up. I shook with anticipation but he refused to take me there. I screamed out in frustration as I rolled my hips.
“I think I can fucking handle you.” Another slap had my insides coiling. I almost came then and was shocked at the sudden realization that another slap may be the very thing to set me off. His huge shaft bobbed at my entrance again as I clenched in anticipation, knowing that the first thrust of his cock would ignite me. He took his time sliding into me as I watched us connect, completely consumed by his dick filling my pussy. Once buried, he reached around and pinched my nipples. I came so hard that tears sprang to my eyes and my voice went hoarse with my scream. Rhys dropped the camera and pulled my hair hard, using it to center himself and ram into me.
“Again!” His hand came down in a series of hard slaps as I bucked beneath him, succumbing to his will, pulsating and squeezing his cock. I was dizzy with lust, completely drunk on the sensations as he took me higher and higher, slamming his hips against the table, his girth into me.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed as he gripped the top of my shoulders, pulling me to him hard, his fucking vicious and unforgiving. I felt his dick twitch as he spilled himself onto my back and branded my ass with one last hard slap.
“Rhys, please, please, please!” I begged as he put the piece of ice inside me, letting it melt and numbing me further. I was on my back now, completely strapped down as Rhys hovered above me. I couldn’t stop shaking, the numbing sensation keeping me from letting go. As soon as he licked me enough to warm me back up, he was rubbing another piece onto my clit to keep me numb. I was spread wide before him as he teased me with his mouth. I could only twist and writhe underneath him. As the numbness wore off, I begged again.
“Rhys, I can’t take it,” I said, meeting his unforgiving eyes.
“You know the word, Violet,” he murmured, taking another drink from my insides as the cool juice from the ice leaked out. He held the cup in his hand, shaking the ice that remained, his beautiful naked chest hovering over me as he alternated using the ice between his teeth to numb my nipples and then drifting down to my clit. He thumped my numb center painfully and I screamed out in fury, knowing I would never say the word. I knew relief was coming as he knelt before me, sucking my lips and warming my center with his tongue. He spread me wider as he tasted me and I pulsed with pleasure. When he pulled away, my arousal on his face, he licked his lips clean. “Delicious.”
I would never ever say the word.
Hours later, in
his arms and in bed fully sated, I looked up to see him smiling.
“What the hell are you smiling about?” I said, smiling with him though I didn’t know the reason.
“That was more than I have ever put any woman through in one night, and you,” he said, lifting me onto his chest, “Violet, you should never have been able to endure all that.” He chuckled again. “I was determined to make you say stop.” He laughed again as I punched his chest.
“I am sure that isn’t true, I mean, come on,” I said rolling my eyes.
“No, really, you are a true freak,” he said, burying his face in my hair.
“You are such a bastard,” I said, my face turning red as I thought of the hell I had to endure with the ice. Then it occurred to me to ask.
“How many pieces, Rhys, have the others stopped at?” He looked at me, fearful now as his chuckle slowed. “How many!”
“Two was the most, until you.”
“And how many did you use on me, Rhys?” I asked, my voice a high-pitched squeak.
“Five,” he said, bursting out laughing. I punched him hard in the chest as I tried to escape the bed. He pulled me back down, cradling my face as I cursed him for everything he was worth.
“Wow, you have got one hell of a mouth on you, sailor.”
“I can’t believe you did that to me!” I grumbled as he kissed my neck and nose and chin, chuckling.
He pulled back, incredulous. “I can’t believe you let me!”
“Well, you are the one in control!” I said defensively.
“And I have never been so convinced,” he said, hysterical as I pushed at his chest to break free.
“Not funny!”
“The word is submit, Violet,” he murmured, laying me beneath him and positioning himself between my legs. “You don’t get points for high tolerance.” He rubbed his stubble over my already sore nipples as I sucked in air through my teeth, the pain subsiding when his tongue covered me.
