I lay there in anticipation, unable to see anything but hearing him open some sort of packaging. “Please tell me these toys are new things and not part of the room.” Could I help the fact that hygiene came to mind when left alone for a few moments? My mind was an overthinking machine.
“They’re new, and you can take them home after,” came his terse response.
Was he really that pissed off? My body tensed when soft earphones came over my ears, and I could hear music. “I’m not sure I—” I moaned when his mouth fixated on my breast. He knew gagging me was against one of my rules, but I couldn’t touch, see, or hear him now. While his tongue circled around one nipple, there was a pinch on the other one of pain. “Ah—” then his mouth was circling and soothing it. I could only guess these were nipple clamps. Pleasured torture indeed as he repeated the action with the other nipple. I couldn’t hear my breathing, but I imagined I was loud as crap right now, panting in anticipation, all random thoughts replaced with raw sensation.
A vibration at my clit had me nearly rearing off the table. I dug my fingernails into the sheet and tried to take deep breaths. My hips arched, but just as I got close, he’d take the vibration away. He did this four times. Christ, I didn’t think I could take anymore. The tears involuntarily leaked out of my eyes, and I only hoped the sob was quieter in my head than it had been out loud.
Ripping off my earphones and then the blindfold, I saw his intense brown eyes staring into mine. He looked like he wanted to ask me something but decided against words, and instead he buried his face in my cleft with his lips enclosing my clit and sucking. He glanced up and twisted one of my nipples with his fingers, causing a twinge to shoot through me with the clamp in place. “Come now, Sasha.”
My climax was so consuming and so unbelievably powerful that I wouldn’t have been able to recall my own name by the time my eyes regained their focus. But he wouldn’t stop, insisting that he bring me to orgasm again, unrelenting in his ministrations. As I came down from my second scream-filled orgasm, he moved between my legs, aligned with my slick entrance, and pushed slowly back inside of me. He stayed rooted deep without moving and then leaned over me, capturing my lips in the most erotic kiss I’d ever received from him.
Reaching up, he freed my hands, and then his eyes locked on my face. “Say you’re mine.”
He pulled out, thrusting deeply, and I arched, running my hands down his powerful arms and gripping his hips.
“Yes, yours,” I whispered, watching a look of pure possession float over his features.
He stopped on the precipice of my third orgasm and removed the dildo from my back entrance. He then hovered back over me, locking on my eyes. “I want you there.”
His tone left no mistake that he wasn’t asking. Yet knowing the man that he was, I knew if I said no, he wouldn’t proceed.
I nodded and was met with another searing kiss.
“Get on your knees.”
Complying, I felt a vibration then something large was inserted into my wet entrance. Oh, my, he was going to fill me both ways.
“Relax and let me in.” His tip was probing and the distinct sound of lubrication came from behind me.
I steadied my breathing as much as I could but the anticipation was killing me.
He held my hips and the first inch of him stretched me. A delicious burn reminded me where he was, and his erratic breathing told me just how turned on he was at the prospect.
He moved slowly, letting me adjust when he was finally past muscle. I could hear his ragged breaths, and when his fingers reached around to my clit, I was in pleasure overload. I rocked back into him and heard his hiss.
“Fuck. Go easy, I don’t want to hurt you.”
I pushed back again, enjoying the rare moment where I got to take him off guard. I rose up on my knees slowly until my back was flush with his chest. His hands gripped my hips and with a final drive he was all the way in.
His hands shifted to my breasts while he moved with shallow thrusts. “Do you like it with me here in your ass?”
His dirty talk would be the death of me. “Yes,” I whispered, shamelessly moving back into him on a deeper thrust.
He muttered a string of curse words, driving me to do it again. His fingers strummed my clit and suddenly I was out of my mind with lust. I about blacked out from the building pressure and, in spectacular fashion, my core muscles tightened and I exploded. I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted, but I vaguely registered his groan and then the wetness on the small of my back.
I collapsed down onto my stomach, feeling him next to me.
Removing the vibrator, he wiped my back with a towel, and got off the table. He released my ankles from the ties first. Then reaching over, he expeditiously turned me over gently, removing the little clamps from my nipples and throwing them into a bag along with what I guessed were the other items used. He crossed the room, opening a door in the back. A few minutes later, his footsteps came in my direction again. My heavy eyes watched him pull on his clothes.
“There’s a bathroom in the back where you can wash up or take a shower. I called up front. Catherine is finished and waiting for you in the bar.”
I pushed up and noticed he was barely making eye contact. I couldn’t read his mood. “Okay.”
“Text me when you get home. I want to know you arrived safe.” He managed one last glance and then disappeared out the door through which we’d entered.
***
After taking a few minutes to pull myself together, I cleaned up and dressed quickly before making my way to the bar to fetch Catherine. We didn’t speak until we were in the car, both of us seemed to be whirling with what had transpired over the last hour.
Finally unable to stand it any longer, I stole a look at my friend. “So …” I prompted.
She turned crimson. “It was good, but I think I’m still processing. We talked the whole time.”
Shit, this was the part where I was a sucky friend because I didn’t know whether to leave her alone or push. I decided for a compromise. “Would you go back?”
“Maybe,” she sighed. “Probably. We, uh, mostly spoke about what the lessons could or would entail. Part of me feels like a complete loser that I would need to stoop to this.” Her eyes looked teary.
I squeezed her hand. “Catherine, you’re not a loser. Get that out of your head right now. What you are is a woman who is brave, smart, beautiful, and kind. Your husband turned out to be a real jerk, and this may be your opportunity to get back out there and put him out of your mind once and for all. What you need to think about is how you felt in there, not what someone else thinks about it. I’m one hundred percent supportive as long as you’re happy and comfortable. Okay?”
She smiled. “You’re a good friend, Sasha. Thank you. So, uh, how did things go with you?”
It was my turn to blush three shades. “He’s ticked off, and I learned they rent rooms to couples. Beyond that, I couldn’t tell you much more.”
“I’m sorry that I put you guys in that kind of position.” Her eyes widened, and then she shook her head. “No pun intended. Sorry.”
I couldn’t help it; I burst out in giggles, and suddenly she did the same. By the time we made it to my place, we were both wiping tears from our eyes.
“If you can’t laugh at moments like these with your girlfriends, then you truly haven’t known friendship,” Catherine finally said.
I couldn’t have put it any better. “I’m lucky to call you friend. And for the record, Brian was plenty pissed off before we even went this evening.” The car came to a stop in front of my place. I hugged her, and she pulled back, motioning out the car window with her hand.
“Oh, I’d argue that he can’t be that pissed off because isn’t that him?”
Looking at the entrance of my building, I saw that, sure enough, there he was in the lobby waiting on me.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
With the way Brian had left me, I was astonished to see him here at my building.
But damn if my pulse didn’t race at the sight of him. We rode the elevator in silence to my floor. I unlocked my front door, and he quietly followed me in.
Slipping off my shoes, I faced him. “I didn’t expect you to be here tonight.”
He shed his coat. “I owe you an apology—”
I hadn’t expected that. “Okay, I’m listening.”
He pulled me into his arms, and led me gently onto his lap on the sofa. “I’m sorry for getting mad.” He kissed my neck.
I took a deep breath and realized those words held a lot of power. Especially being someone who didn’t say them often enough myself. “I’m sorry we didn’t discuss it ahead of time, but it was sprung on me last minute. I hope you understand why I had to go.”
“I didn’t at first, but then I realized I’d do anything for my friends and you were doing the same for yours. Plus you were up front with me with where you were. If anything, at the end I was angrier with myself than with you. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I think it could be argued that kind of tortured pleasure wasn’t so bad.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “You liked it?”
I felt my face heat, but was honest. “I did, but maybe next time we could do it without invoking rule number one.”
He smiled and held me a few minutes. “Definitely. We’re both tired, and I’d like nothing more than to take a nice hot shower and slip into bed with you. Can we do that?”
I nodded and was led into my bathroom. He warmed up the water and we both stepped in under the spray. We took turns silently washing one another, and I finally couldn’t stand it any longer. “I need to ask you something …”
He tensed and then sighed. “I knew about that place because I’d been there with someone a couple of years ago. The woman I was with was into some pretty hard-core things, and she wanted me to learn how to be more dominant, incorporating the pain aspect. She had me watch another couple with her. I hated it. Call me crazy, but whipping or caning a woman isn’t something I can stomach. She wanted it. I didn’t. End of story and our arrangement. And maybe my history had something to do with my initial reaction to you being there.”
I stood there a full minute processing, unable to respond.
“You wanted to know,” he muttered defensively, waiting for my reaction.
“Uh, no. I didn’t. I wanted to ask you if you enjoyed it tonight. I don’t have a frame of reference for that type of sex.”
Now it was his turn to look stunned; then his arms went around me. He let out a shaky breath. “Remind me to never answer a question that you haven’t actually asked.”
I smiled, thinking I would’ve gotten around to it eventually. “I’m still glad you told me.”
“As for the other: I have no words for how amazing it was, and I love that I was your first like that. Especially since it was my first time, too.”
Holding my breath, I let it out slowly as his words soaked in. “What?”
He gave me a goofy smile and kissed me softly. “I’ve used, uh, other things, but I’ve never wanted to until you.”
I met his eyes and pleasure overwhelmed me. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He looked a little embarrassed. “Because you trusted me to take care of you, and I worried if I told you it was my first time, then you might not be into it. Male pride, I guess.”
Hugging him close, I felt sleepy under the warm water.
“Let’s get washed up and get some sleep,” he murmured in my hair.
***
I’d always heard the throes of passion could get you to say things you might either regret or, in my case, overthink later, but I’d never pictured actually doing it. I thought about what Brian had meant about being his earlier tonight. I was a grown woman, financially secure, professionally successful, and the natural inclination was to balk completely at being owned by anyone. But it had been carnal and so alpha in that moment that I’d also been extremely turned on by it.
We lay there in my bed, both unwilling to start the day and break the intimacy.
I leaned back, my fingertips brushing the planes of his face.
“I need to ask you something,” Brian whispered.
“Okay, go ahead.” I braced myself, as he seemed serious.
“Could you promise me that you won’t go back there? Hell Catherine shouldn’t need to go there either.”
“I can’t promise that. I think it could be a good thing for her confidence. Not everyone has been Brianed and can say they’ve experienced great sex.”
“Did you turn my name into a verb?” His face looked a mix between amused and horrified.
I grinned. “Every woman needs to have sexual confidence in the bedroom.”
“Agreed, and I’m not judging Catherine for that. I just don’t like the thought of you two ladies in that place without some sort of protection. Like I said earlier, I completely respect that you didn’t want her to go by herself. You’re a loyal friend. I guess if you need to go back with her, I could go with you. It’ll be safer and everyone will know you have a boyfriend. We could even go back into a room, if you wanted.”
The thought of going back to the club with him made my skin tingle. Then I realized what he’d said. I propped up on my elbow and looked at him. “Wait, did you call yourself my boyfriend?”
I expected him to retract or get embarrassed like he hadn’t meant to, but instead he loomed over me, pushing me back into the bed. He pinned my hands down in a show of dominance that made me instantly hot for him.
He grinned. “Damn right I did. I sang you ‘Ring of Fire’ by Johnny Cash.” His fingers stroked, finding me wet for him. “And you said you were mine. Did you not mean that last night?”
His voice was that husky, gravel tone that did things to a girl. I arched my hips, not believing that he could make me ache for his touch so quickly.
He removed his fingers and hovered at my entrance, taking my lips in a deep kiss. “Are you my girlfriend, muffin?” He pressed ahead one delicious inch.
I smiled, wanting more. “Only if you promise never to call me that again.”
***
With the art of sexual distraction, Brian made it very easy to get outside of my head when it came to the possibility of overthinking the boyfriend thing or the fact that I’d once again confirmed that I was his. Our sex-charged morning turned into eating Chinese food in bed and then enjoying an intimate bath together.
“Where’s your stuff?” I asked, realizing that, aside from the bag he took from the room last night full of our new toys, he was sans extra clothing. And he hadn’t in fact answered the question about why he was in town.
“Josh’s guest apartment. I’ll spend the night over there this evening, give you some space before tomorrow’s meeting.” His dirty clothes were in his hand. “You doing a load of laundry?”
I nodded, watching him, while only wearing a towel, shove his clothes into my washing machine located in the closet next to the bedroom. He then climbed back in my bed and flicked on the television.
“You never told me why you stayed in town over the weekend.” I threw in a few of my things to make a load out of it and started the machine. Something about washing our clothing together and having him casually turn on the TV started to freak me out.
“If you stop overthinking the laundry and come over here, I’ll tell you.”
I was annoyed at the fact that he could pick up on my facial expressions. “I’m not overanalyzing the damn laundry,” I mumbled, crossing over to the bed, only to be snagged by the wrist and pulled down into him. “Like we haven’t had enough time in this bed today?” My breath caught at feeling him hard already pressed against me.
He nuzzled my neck, choosing to ignore my protest completely. “I warned you it would never be enough.” He kissed down my throat and over my collarbone, and pulled back, grinning, when I sighed in pleasure. “I stayed because I was pissed off Friday and didn’t want to leave it that w
ay for Monday. I kind of hoped you’d call me Saturday, and we could get together. Then I got your text, and the rest is history.”
“I spent Saturday studying up on Vanessa and trying to find ways to start over. Then I called Catherine, and we met out so I could get some advice.”
He looked surprised. “Huh.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean by huh?”
He shrugged and brushed his fingers down my back, settling on my backside. “Are you sore from last night?”
Talk about a change of subject. My face heated, and I tried to pull away, only to have him keep me caged. “I’m fi—good. And stop trying to change the subject.”
He chuckled. “Nice save with the word. The huh was me being impressed that you’re trying with Vanessa.”
“You mean shocked, don’t you?”
He shook his head. “No. Impressed that you haven’t let your pride get in the way of what needs to be done. I know that isn’t easy for you, but I do appreciate the effort.”
“You had a point on Friday. I didn’t like it, but per usual your lectures aren’t off-base.”
His face looked stunned.
“Close your mouth, Brian, and stop looking so astonished. Although I don’t say it often enough, you’re a good boss, and you’re great at what you do.”
His expression was priceless with my compliment, which instantly made me feel like the biggest bitch in the world.
“I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with …” I took a deep breath.
He cupped my chin and kissed me deeply. “Sasha, you do your work, and you do it well—”
I shook him off. “Stop trying to make me feel better and let me finish.” It was just like him to try to soothe me and only made me feel worse about the number of times I’d never bothered to give him positive feedback.
His mouth twitched in amusement. “Okay, please continue.”
“What I wanted to say is that I’m sorry for Friday. My pride got in the way, and although I could say it won’t happen again, I think we both know the best I can do is to say that I’ll try.”
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