He raised an eyebrow at her but also grabbed her hips, moving his fingers beneath the lower edge of her corset so he held her. Nothing but skin to skin.
His cock lay hard against his belly.
She rubbed her slick slit against it, humping it to the rhythm Nick set with his hands guiding her.
“You’re beautiful. Every day. But you’re lovely on the inside, too, Jenna.”
His eyebrows were pulled down into a bit of a scowl but his words were so wonderful she didn’t mind.
He abruptly sat up, moving back against the headboard and he taking her with him.
Gathering her close made her feel as if he was pulling her to him to share some kind of secret.
He grabbed the base of his erection, holding it away from his flat stomach, guiding her hips down until she sank onto him.
His sharp inhale made goose bumps appear on her arms.
The thickness of his erection made wetness slide from her pussy to coat him in her slick juices.
She swiveled her hips in a circle, moving on him, coaxing another groan from him.
Giving him pleasure was all she cared about.
She wanted him to come.
She wanted it to be because he couldn’t help himself, because she gave him everything he needed.
It was dangerous, wanting to give him all of that. Especially with the debacle that was the day before. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it ever. As in ever ever.
Nick stroked up her spine, pressing the steel boning along her skin on either side of her vertebrae.
She moved on him, fucked herself onto him and he never pulled his focus from her. Sex with most of her partners had been loud, raucous affairs because most Doms seemed to think volume equated power.
But for her?
Quietude was the true mark of a Dominant man.
There was no need to yell or scream or berate your partner, especially not when a simple look of displeasure was much more effective.
Without looking down he tugged the bust cups below her breasts, flicking her nipples in turn.
He bit one and she eeked, faltering in her rhythm as he continued to lick and suck the tight tips into his mouth.
Once he started it didn’t seem as if he could get enough of her tits.
His lips never stopped moving, suckling, nibbling on her skin. He grabbed them, squeezing hard and then gently. Soft caresses and then he’d pinch her nipples.
“God,” she cursed, as endorphins flooded her veins once again.
How do you know me so well?
That’s what she wanted to ask him. She wanted to dig inside his head and poke around until she understood what he wanted from her, what he expected.
Instead she buried her face in his neck, wrapping her arms around him.
Was she hiding?
A bit.
But she also wanted to inhale his intoxicating scent, have it fill her lungs until she was ready to burst.
He used the shift in her weight to roll her over, trapping her beneath his muscular frame once again.
“Wrap your legs over my thighs.”
Not around his back, because he knew. He knew he was too big around for her to reach, no matter how long her legs were.
“You make me feel little.”
“Good thing, because you are little.”
She reached beneath his arms and around to his back, feeling his back muscles work as he powered into her. He stared inside her and she let him.
Her characteristic smirk and wink double-whammy had been missing for several weeks.
But when he stared at her like that everything she ever was and everything she would ever be was on display for him.
He powered into her, his pace gaining momentum until she reached down to grab his ass.
She couldn’t believe he was allowing her as many liberties as she had taken.
The space around them, between them, inside them, it was charged with some kind of erotic innocence.
Everything was new with him, yet it wasn’t.
Each new step was brand-new, but it wasn’t.
It was almost as if they’d been together for many moons but they’d never met in the right way before.
His nostrils flared and he glanced down at her mouth.
It puckered on its own, she would swear to it. He swooped down, claiming her mouth in a fiery kiss.
The muscles on the inside of her thighs burned from being spread for so long. Her hips felt it too and she’d be feeling them for days afterward.
Lucky girl.
She smiled at the thought and he lifted himself up a tiny bit again.
“What’s so funny?” His pace stayed steady as he focused on her mouth, for a different reason this time.
“Being with you.” She shrugged. “It’s easier and harder than I expected.”
He grabbed her wrists one at a time, trapped them over her head and bent behind her neck. He caught one of her legs behind her knee, lifting it up, exposing her needy pussy to his cock and his gaze.
He pumped inside her, faster and faster moving within her, filling her, claiming her.
It was there in his eyes, the possession of a dominant man. It was in the way his hand gripped hers even tighter as he stared down at her.
Inside her.
The need to be more than temporarily collared by him burned in her veins.
An urgency to run pumped inside her cells, demanding some kind of action before she fell for him.
You’ll regret it, she tried to warn herself.
“Mine,” he growled.
Her jaw went slack as he shoved inside and he swooped in to take her mouth.
She clutched at his hands, wrapping her legs over his calves as he spilled his seed into the condom he wore.
His whole body shook as he came and his single grunt into her mouth nearly sent her over the edge too.
They floated in that perfect space of pleasure, grinding against each other until they both relaxed.
Tension bled away, one shallow thrust as a time.
He let go of her hands, wrapping his arms completely around her.
His nose buried in her neck set off a wave of longing she was normally better at keeping at bay.
“You smell good.” He ran his nose up her throat and she sighed, burrowing her fingers in his hair.
“You too, Sir.” She kissed his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to stay there for the rest of their month together so she didn’t need to worry about anything else.
An image of Ian with his tongue buried in her pussy flashed across her mind.
Nick lifted his torso off her, staring down at her again.
He stared at her eyes and her mouth, then kissed her softly.
His mine from earlier bounced inside her skull, giving her some kind of mental whiplash.
She loved the possession that bled from him but somehow knew it would never be enough.
“Don’t take off. I’ll be right back.”
He ran his nose against the tip of hers one more time, giving her mouth one more peck before pulling out of her and heading toward the bathroom.
On his way he asked her, “Why was the tie so hard for you tonight?”
She curled onto her side to watch his tight ass walk away. “What do you mean? The single futo?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s not like it was that easy.”
He raised an eyebrow at her as he stepped around the wall into the bathroom. “You’ve been self-rigging for how long?”
“Umm… A long time.”
“My point exactly. So what happened today that made the tie as hard as it was on you?” He turned on water and she pictured him naked and washing off his cock.
“Maybe it was because it was the first time in front of an audience.”
“Not buying it.”
“Ooooor,” she dragged out the word, feeling more than a bit psychoanalyzed. “Maybe it was the fact that I’d tied earlier in the day.” He walked back
in, crawling over her body to climb in bed behind her.
“Self-suspended earlier?”
“Yes.”
He tugged her body back against his, spooning all around her. She closed her eyes, trying not to get attached to the feel of Nick behind her.
Anyone behind her.
That’s what she’d meant.
She wiggled, trying to get away from him but all she accomplished was reminding her backside she was surrounded by virile naked man.
“So, what did you tie?”
“Huh?”
He chuckled and it rumbled up her spine. “What did you tie earlier?”
“Double futos. Chest harness. Almost exactly like what I was in with you. Taking it again forces me to process it differently. The pain. And knowing I disappointed you made it that much harder to set the pain aside. But I wanted to make you proud, even though I know I’d earned the punishment.”
She’d wanted to earn his praise by taking it but that part she kept to herself. “It’s a little scary. Our tying is very similar.”
“Well, I learned from the best.”
“There is only one ‘best’ and I learned from him overseas in Japan.”
Nick rolled her over. “You’re shitting me.”
“Not. The best rigger in the world is overseas.”
“Not about that. Nawa Goshujin. That’s who you learned from?”
She stared at him, a little thrown for a loop. “I did. I met him almost six years ago. Truly studied under him a few years after that. Stayed for a while.”
“How long’s a while?”
“Several months.” She stared over at him, wanting to run her fingers through his hair. She tucked them below her chin instead.
“That guy’s a fucking rope rock star.”
Jenna smiled fondly, thinking of him. “He’s amazing. He’s my family.”
Nick kissed her and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “Sounds like you really loved it there.”
“Japan was amazing. What he taught me in just a few shorts months changed my life. He helped me find me again, after…”
“After?” He tipped her chin up, not allowing her to hide.
“After…Ian.”
His eyes narrowed but only for a second as he schooled his features. “What happened with him?”
She shrugged, fighting the urge to hide or run. “We met at a rope conference in Chicago. We were both with other people but the chemistry was there. We kept in touch, then both of our relationships fell apart and we got together.” She paused, not wanting to get into anything else. “It didn’t work out. Life sucks sometimes. You move on.”
“There’s a whole lot more between you two, with what I saw on video.”
“Of course there’s more than that. We were together for almost three years. He was…important. Getting your heart stomped on sucks, no matter who you are.”
“So tell me what happened?”
“That’s the stupidest question any guy could ask. You don’t really want to know what happened between us anymore than I want to talk about it.”
“Have you ever talked about it?”
“To Skye. Some.” She rolled over, wanting nothing more than to walk away. Blabbing about Ian to Nick had “explosive” written all over it. Probably had little skulls painted all over it too. She wanted to get up but stayed perched on the side. She stared over her shoulder at him. “May I get up, Sir?”
Casanova’s yummy grin tipped up his lips.
He got up, walked around to her and stepped between her open legs. He clutched a handful of her hair, guiding her to his already more than halfway-hard cock. “You sure can. As soon as you give me a good morning blowjob.”
Despite her unease, she smiled, automatically putting her arms behind her back to keep from touching him without permission.
“But we never went to sleep, Sir.”
He ignored her statement, completely focused on what he wanted. “Use your hands. Make it good.”
Her eyebrow rose before she could think better of it.
A rumble of amusement shook his chest. “Think you’re pretty good at giving head, do you?”
“I don’t think anything, Nick. I know I’m good at giving head.” She licked the head and his cock pulsed beneath her tongue.
“And how do you know this?”
“Because I like it.” She sucked the head of his dick in, rolling her tongue beneath it. She glanced up and stared into Nick’s eyes, sinking onto his cock.
He was locked on her face, on her eyes and her mouth, watching her suck his cock. Telling her to use her hands was going to guarantee he came hard and quick, no matter how many times he’d already come with her.
The tips of her fingers slid up the front of his thighs. One gripped his shaft close to the base and the other cupped his balls. He let her have her way and moved his other hand to her hair. Gripping two handfuls of her short hair made her moan. He could take over at any time and fuck her face exactly how he wanted to.
She moved back and forth, bobbing on his shaft. The thick flesh couldn’t have gotten any harder if she wanted it to.
Her jaw ached from so much use and she liked it.
The day after a hard scene was always more amazing when she had little reminders she could touch or feel. They grounded her, keeping her tethered to the here and now instead of lost in her own expectations.
“Your mouth, Jenna. Fuck.”
She licked his shaft. “Thank you, Sir.” She sucked him down again, rolling his sensitive balls in her hand.
“In. Your. Case—” He stopped as she swallowed against the head of his dick. “Enthusiasm definitely equates to talent.”
She ran the head of his cock along her lips, popping it against them as she stared up at him. The slow blink she gave him had him grinding his teeth.
“I want your cum, Sir.” She sucked him down again, sliding on his wet cock.
“Why do you want it? Tell me why.”
“Because it’s yours, Sir. Because I want it inside me. I want to be good enough to earn it from you.”
“Right answer, pretty girl.”
He squeezed the handfuls of hair he clutched in his fists. “Grip my cock. Hard.”
She tightened her grip around his shaft, trying not to be too rough on his balls. They sucked up tight to his body and she knew how close he was to coming.
Her eyes flicked up to him again.
She wanted to see him. Even more than she needed to hide from him.
His pleasure.
His needs.
His cum.
It was her only focus. Her only desire.
“Dammit. Your mouth.”
Tingles shimmied over her scalp and she would have been rubbing her thighs together if he hadn’t been standing between her legs to get closer.
“Every. Drop,” Nick ground out.
The first splash of his cum hit the back of her tongue just as he cursed.
She moaned at the taste of him and swallowed him.
Spurt after spurt of liquid satisfaction coated her throat and his head finally fell back. She closed her eyes, wallowing in her need to please him.
He was dangerous to her, she knew it but she couldn’t stay away from him. Keeping herself separate was only going to hurt them both.
Hurt might have been inevitable anyway. So she decided to enjoy the trip to heartache, if that’s where she was going to end up.
His cock jerked one last time and she licked the end, not wanting it to be over, all ready for the next round.
He pulled out and then tipped her chin up with the backs of his knuckles. He wiped a tiny drop of semen from her lip and offered it to her. She licked it off his thumb with a purr she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to.
“Damn your mouth’s sexy. Along with every other part of you.” He tugged her to her feet and into his arms. “You doing anything with the girls today?”
Jenna had to push the reset button on her brain to get it
to function. She almost called it the easy button but it was anything but easy to focus with his glorious taste still ripe on her taste buds.
“I have a meeting late this afternoon, but alone. Afterward the girls and I are gonna look at a couple places and then we were talking about having a sleepover.”
“Places for what?”
“We’re talking about opening a few businesses. Still in the starting stages, which is partly what the meeting is about. We’re running into a bit of issues with the city but we’re hoping to work it out today.”
“I’ve got some other stuff to deal with here this afternoon but before that, around noon, I’ll be at the gym. Meet me there after you get your stuff handled this morning. I’ll kick your butt and make you like it.”
Jenna totally dug the challenge and licked the corner of her lips to make sure she hadn’t missed anything else. If it just happened to remind him of what she’d just done, so be it. “You’re on. Loser buys smoothies and has to wash the winner’s car every weekend for our month.”
At the mention of their timeline, Nick’s eyes clouded over. “Deal.” He grabbed a robe for her from the bathroom and helped her into it.
A flutter of nerves invaded her system as he walked her to the door.
She’d needed to leave but all of a sudden wasn’t sure if she really wanted to.
Instead of reaching for the handle, he crowded her into the corner.
He clasped her wrists behind her back, digging one of his warm hands into the cups of her corset, clamping her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.
“The month is mine, Jenna. Don’t forget who owns you.”
Just that quick, she was ready for him again. She tilted her head away, allowing him unfettered access to her neck and shoulder. He bit it and she moaned.
”Don’t forget,” he ordered, pinching her nipple again until she cried out.
She shook her head and blurted out, “Yes, Sir. Yours. I won’t forget.” She wanted him. Only him.
Only. Him.
He licked the sting away from the flesh he bit and released her, albeit reluctantly.
His lips brushed hers and he kissed her until she was truly breathless.
He finally opened the door and let her leave, handing her bag over. It surprised her since she hadn’t seen or paid any attention to it earlier.
Damn, it was heavier than she remembered it.
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