by Kate Stewart
His breath hissed between his teeth as he held onto his chair arms, his knuckles white.
“I just want a taste,” I said, taking him down to his base. I opened my throat, taking him deeper, and felt him stiffen. He was close. “Don’t you dare come,” I hissed as I worked even harder to pull out his release. A few strokes later, he was covered in sweat, having lost all control. I gave him a knowing smile. I released him from my mouth and heard him moan again as I stood.
“Fuck me,” I ordered.
He stood quickly and grabbed my throat, squeezing roughly as his mouth came crashing down to mine. Our tongues thrust together as we fought a war for control and both lost. I gasped as he pulled my ass apart, separating and kneading me roughly, pulling my body to his erection. He let go as I strained to keep our kiss and put me back on his desk, laying me down and burying his head between my thighs, licking my ass repeatedly and devouring my pussy. I screamed out as he thrust his fingers in me, eating me like I was his last meal. He plunged his fingers in and out and fucked me ruthlessly with them as he licked and sucked my clit, drawing my orgasm quickly. I erupted, my legs shaking and my entire body exploding in sensation as he continued his assault well after I finished.
“Fuck, yes, Rhys, fuck,” I screamed as I came again minutes later, feeling the warmth slide down as his tongue quickly lapped it up. When the wave subsided, he plunged his tongue in deep, pulling my ass off the desk as he swirled it inside of me. My ass fell back to the desk and I looked up to see him stand over me, his black eyes crazy with desire. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his glistening chest. Once naked, he used both hands, worked them over my body, touching every inch as I moaned and writhed beneath him.
“You’re perfect, and you’re mine, Violet.” He pumped his dick with his fist and put it at my entrance, leaning over me to taste my lips. Once satisfied with my lips, he buried his huge cock inside of me, filling me so full my whole body seized. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he took me roughly. His thrusts were of a man possessed as he branded my body with his hands, touching me everywhere.
Near his release, he pulled me onto his lap, never losing our connection. I placed my hands behind me on his thighs as my legs spread wide over his armrests. He cradled my ass as he pumped his thick cock inside and we got lost in each other. He leaned in, kissing my lips as he stroked my pussy with his length. I pushed off of his thighs, angling my hips so he touched me deeper and felt the tip of him stroke my g-spot.
“I’m going to come again, Rhys. Come with me,” I pleaded as my body started to shake. One more stroke and I was convulsing, singing his praises as he licked my lips and spilled into me, pumping faster as we rode it out together.
I brought my legs down on either side of him, tucking them under my thighs as I buried my head in his chest. Minutes passed as we held each other, covered in the evidence of our need. I looked up to him, his lips smeared with red, his breathing still heavy as he smiled down at me.
“I hope you enjoyed your present because that shit is NEVER happening again.”
“Aww, come on. You liked it,” I said, running my fingers through his damp black hair.
“Never again. This is my body to touch, my pussy to lick, and these are my fucking lips to take.” He leaned in again, drawing my bruised lips into his mouth and sucking.
“Fine.” I pulled away as he dipped back in. “But, I know you liked it.” He nodded his head yes then shook it to toy with me as I hugged him tightly. I looked at the security screen over his shoulder and froze.
Sensing the tension in my body, Rhys asked, “What is it?” He pulled back to look at my face. I locked my arms to keep him from doing so.
“Violet, what’s wrong?” he asked again, concern in his voice.
On the screen, I saw Alex walking in with a couple, a smile on his face. He was taking off the woman’s coat, and I narrowed my eyes to get a look at her.
Sandra.
Rhys stood still, locked in my grip around him as my legs hit the floor. He pulled out of my grasp easily and demanded an answer.
“Violet, what the hell?” he asked, jolting me out of my stupor.
“It’s Alex. He’s here.”
Rhys stiffened at my confession and turned to look at the monitor. His eyes went cold as he studied the screen. I looked up to see his jaw twitch. His expression was murderous.
Baffled and beyond shocked, I quickly started rambling.
“I don’t know how the hell he found this place, but this shit is not okay,” I said, scooping up my jacket and fastening it quickly. “I’ll take care of this, Rhys. Seriously, don’t be upset. I can’t even begin to imagine how he even knew of a place like this.”
Rhys buckled his belt and smoothed down his tie, his expression unreadable, but his eyes holding more contempt than I’d ever seen. He moved to the door quickly as I straightened my hair. I barely caught the words as he walked out.
“It’s not him. It’s her.” I looked at the security screen filled with Sandra and the realization almost brought me to my knees...Click.
The Barracks. Four years ago...
Perfect, another damn sub gone due to my inability to emotionally commit. My reluctance to be more intimate had ruined yet another year of training. I’d had her just where I wanted her. She was completely responsive and obedient. Just as my time and patience were paying off, she insisted she wanted more.
FUCK.
“You won’t even try with me, Rhys!” she cried as she buttoned her blouse.
“Jill, I told you everything up front, made absolutely sure you heard and understood me, did I not?” I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice. This scenario, along with the rest of the past year, had become routine, mundane, and unfulfilling.
I would have to handle this situation the same way I had with all the women before her. When they looked at me, they saw a challenge, like a pawn that could easily be taken in a chess game with the right move, behavior, or sexual act. I was an emotional conquest to them.
She wasn’t the first to dismiss my firm stance that the relationship would only remain sexual in nature. It wasn’t about my lack of affection. I would compliment them on their beauty, kiss them tenderly, comfort them when they were upset, dine them, and then fuck them senseless. It was always about those three fucking words. The power they felt it gave them. The power I refused to give.
Though a few of them had sometimes charmed their way into getting more than I usually would allow, I always caught myself quickly. It was a conscious choice I made with each partner. I had been fair to Jill. I had been a committed lover to her and her alone. I had given her everything I promised I would.
She swept her long auburn hair into her hand and fastened it on top of her head as she walked toward me. “All I wanted was a chance,” she whispered with pleading eyes, her tears falling down one by one. “I’m in love with you, Rhys.” Her eyes told me she believed what she was saying.
“I’m not the man you need,” I said quietly. “I can’t give you what you want.”
She had mistaken my kindness and attentiveness for weakness, as a sign I harbored the same feelings. She had decided to make me her project. She’d made a big mistake.
“You have no heart?” she asked, cornering me as she tucked her blouse in her pants. “You can’t try or you won’t? Why don’t you need more?” She was beautiful, smart, a good sub, but I felt nothing real for her.
“It’s just not who I am, Jill. Not right now.” Her shoulders slumped as her body shook with emotion. Though I wanted to comfort her, I knew it would be a mistake. She would misinterpret it, and I didn’t want to drag this out. “I won’t ask you to stay, but I want you to,” I lied as I pulled on my jacket.
She opened the door to walk out of the room then turned to me, regret clear in her posture.
“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it,” she pleaded.
“Jill, I’m not the man you need. This doesn’t have to end. We can continue—”
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p; “I can’t, Rhys. Goodbye.”
Watching her walk out left me with a small sting. It was more out of resentment for the amount of time I spent with her. We’d never had a connection other than physical. Anything she was feeling was just due to the amount of time we’d spent together sexually. Of all my subs, she was the one I felt least strongly about. I was certain she was hoping I would go after her.
I wouldn’t.
Once I’d situated my tie, I headed toward the door, but was stopped short by a beautiful woman filling the frame.
“It’s a pity when they fall in love,” she said on a sigh. “You know, fighting after fucking is a sign that you care for the person.”
“I wasn’t fighting,” I admitted.
“No, you certainly weren’t,” she quickly replied with a smirk. We stood and stared at one another, both of us sizing each other up. It had been a long time since the sight of a woman made me hard. I appreciated that about her immediately. Her dark brown hair, closer to black, a sleek porcelain face and startling blue eyes made me want to fuck her right then. I imagined a few scenarios in my head as I perused her. She was far more beautiful than any sub I had ever had. Her body was made for sin and she was aware of it; her posture said as much with the way she leaned in the doorway confidently. This was a woman aware of her effect on men and comfortable with her sexuality. I liked her instantly.
“She looked like she was a lot of fun,” she said, tilting her head quickly in the direction Jill left.
“Not today,” I said, closing the distance between us. There was no denying the attraction we both felt in that moment. The air was filled with potential. She turned from me and opened the door at the opposite end of the hall. She looked back, catching my gaze then giving me a knowing smile, which I returned. “Sandra,” she answered my unspoken question before the door snapped shut.
It would not be our last encounter, of that I was sure.
Looking at my watch with a curse, I realized I had thirty minutes to get to dinner with my sister. I raced to the Olde Pink House, her favorite place to dine in Savannah. It was her birthday and she had just been released by her boyfriend, so I agreed to take his place. My dear sister Heidi was always throwing her heart out to the wrong suitor. I felt like a hypocrite stepping in when I had just hurt Jill. I had a heart, but Jill would never be the woman to possess it. Letting Jill walk away was for the best.
The Olde Pink House was located in Reynolds Square. True to its name, it was an old, pale flamingo, Victorian mansion that had been converted into a restaurant. Authentic to its historic bones, the décor was reminiscent of the 1800’s and the rooms were quaint, each unique in setting.
Arriving on time, I spent ten minutes circling the square looking for parking. When I finally made it up to the steps to the entrance, I received a text.
HEIDI: Running late. Can you see if they can squeeze us in at the next available time?
Standing behind a couple waiting on the hostess, I was suddenly annoyed with my sister and her inability to be on time. I didn’t want to be stuck in a romantic restaurant with my sister. I hoped they would nix the antique candlesticks on the table this time. I despised the bastard who had left her dateless and heartbroken on her birthday, and for the responsibility of salvaging her night. A night I was sure she had planned herself due to the type of man she usually adhered herself too.
I was definitely a hypocrite and this punishment was fitting. This punishment also reinforced the reasons why I didn’t want to go further than sex when it came to a relationship. Clean lines were appealing; blurred lines were messy. End of story.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” The voice came from the woman who stood in front of me addressing her date and her sound instantly caught my attention. It was silky and raspy and her sentiment hung in the air. I watched their hands clasp and his thumb gently slide across the top of her skin. She looked up at him filled with longing and I had to take a step back. I felt like I was invading on a private moment, and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. I took her in from head to toe. She was dressed in a long flowing red gown and her hair was styled loosely and fell sporadically around her shoulders. Her neck was statuesque and I suddenly felt myself wanting to touch it as I studied her profile. Her skin was perfection. Her mouth, from what I could see, was beautiful, and when she spoke I had to fight not to take another step forward.
What the fuck, Rhys?
It wasn’t just her voice or beauty that captivated me. It was the way she looked at him. For just one moment in time, for one clarifying second of my life, I wished I was another man; the man who stood in front of me with the adoration of the woman next to him.
“I can see that,” she said to him with a smile as I caught a small piece of their conversation. I felt the corners of my chest fold in painfully.
“Right this way,” the hostess said to the smiling couple. A feeling of loss came over me in that moment, although I couldn’t understand why. It was a pain that shook me fiercely and I had to put my hand on the wall next to me to steady myself. The hostess greeted me and I found my composure, though the ache in my chest lingered.
“Name, sir?”
“Volz,” I forced out. “The other half of my party is running late. Would you be able to get us in at seven?” I asked, my gaze still focused in the direction of the woman who left me breathless that was no longer there.
“Sure,” she said, eyeing me appreciatively before scribbling in her guestbook.
“I’ll be at the bar,” I said, ignoring her exaggerated stare. I walked downstairs to the basement bar I frequented often. It had an eerie, but at the same time, inviting feel. Savannah was infamous for modern décor in historic space, but this bar seemed completely authentic to the era of the house. The walls were lined with exposed brick and wood. The faint and familiar stroke of keys being played on the piano could be heard over the hushed conversations. The stone fireplace was lit, welcoming me as I sat at the small, formidable table next to it. I sipped two fingers of whiskey as I watched the red embers glow, thinking about the voice of the woman who had just unglued me in mere seconds. I had just fucked Jill for hours, and met a promising new prospect in Sandra. What I couldn’t get my head around was the new crack in my once solid foundation. I was completely consumed by the way she regarded him. Did I want that? Why was I so envious?
Was Jill’s outburst guilting me into wanting something more?
This had to be guilt, pure and simple.
I shook my head in dismissal, drained my tumbler then nodded a thank you to the waitress as she replaced my empty glass.
I texted Heidi to let her know that I was at the bar but got a verbal reply.
“I see you, bonehead.” She laughed as she joined me. Fresh martini in hand, she scrutinized me as she took her first sip.
“You look guilty. Whose heart did you break today?” she asked as she set her glass on the table. I studied my sister, whose eyes matched mine. One could easily tell we were family. She smiled at me, but I didn’t let her question go unanswered.
“Another failed attempt at casual dating,” I said dryly. “And I’m not sharing.” Noticing the slight redness around her eyes, I realized the reason for her late arrival. “Heidi, why do you insist on entertaining every man that gives you a minute of attention? I told you this one was a total waste of time. I believe my words were, ‘If in the first few months you have to fight for his attention in any way, he is not interested.’ Not in the way you want him to be. “
“I know, I just...” She sipped her martini again, averting her eyes before meeting mine as she found her words. “Don’t you ever get tired of being alone, Rhys?” I opened my mouth to give my usual answer, the one I was forced to give at every family gathering for the last ten years, but the words wouldn’t come. Twenty minutes ago, my answer would have been a definite no. Twenty minutes ago, I had no issue stating that I would never settle down. When I didn’t give her an answer, she smirked. “There is hope for you yet, brot
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“I’m rarely alone. I have girlfriends,” I reminded her.
“You have dogs that bark and beg disguised as women. Really, Rhys, who the hell are you to give relationship advice?” She popped an olive into her mouth, her resentful stare showcasing her contempt for the harsh truth I just delivered. She didn’t know about my lifestyle, but she had met a few of my subs and had realized quickly my relationship dynamics were different from others. Though I always treated my dates with nothing but the utmost care, it was easy to tell the relationship was purely sexual. Heidi was the only one I trusted to be social with that part of my life. I sipped my whiskey.
“I’m not in any position to give you advice, but since you decided to run to me with your issues instead of a more qualified girlfriend, I’ll give you this. I’m honest. I tell them exactly what I want up front. Instead of planning your life around a kiss or a rare soft look they may gift you, why don’t you try listening to them first? I’m pretty sure he was passive about dating. If he was more aggressive, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Rhys, just...let it go. I came for dinner, not a lecture from my brother who hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since grade school.” She swallowed the contents of her glass, looking as if she would rather be anywhere but at a table with me.
“Heidi, I’m sorry you’re upset,” I said, knowing I was being a dick. “Listen to me, you are worth it,” I said, catching her eyes, hoping she would hear me. “You are. A man’s needs are simple and yours will always be complex. Wait for your aggressor.”
Her eyes were now full of tears as she looked at me, a picture of fresh pain with a ghost of a smile haunting her face. “How can you not want to experience this, Rhys? Doesn’t it look like fun?” She laughed and I laughed with her as I ordered her a fresh drink for each hand.
After dinner, I watched my sister drive away, furious she hadn’t let me call a cab or drive her home myself.
I was sure she was on her way to try and convince the object of her affection to reconsider.
