by Audra North
Besides, she needed to feel his body beneath hers.
He seemed to pick up on her urgency, though, because his clothes were off in record time, his big body easing onto the bed. She’d pulled down the comforter already, and he lay on top of the sheet, looking for all the world like he owned that bed.
She couldn’t help but think that, at least in her mind, he did.
This time, she looked him over without hesitation, letting him watch her eyes as they roamed his body. She smiled in approval when she got to his cock, hard and ready for her. It made her feel incredibly powerful, seeing how much she turned him on without even touching him.
She reached out and put one hand on his chest. She’d intended to tease him a bit, right away, but she paused when she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers. It was going so fast. It made her wonder whether he’d gotten this excited from the few minutes they’d spent together, or if he’d thought about her during the week, making their reunion feel as heady to him as it did to her.
Was that just wishful thinking?
She didn’t think so. She knew there was something between them, but it was one thing to take control of physical pleasure—something else entirely to be bold enough to talk about her feelings with Warren.
He already held her heart in his hand. One wrong move and those big, strong fingers might end up crushing it completely.
She lingered over the place where she could feel his heartbeat, rapid but steady, and in the next moment, he reached his hand out to cover hers, giving it a brief squeeze before dropping his hand back to his side.
Oh. Oh goodness.
It nearly killed her, that simple touch. There was so much she wanted to say, but she didn’t have the courage, and it made her clumsy. She fumbled a bit when she reached for the dark scarf she used as a blindfold, and even though she took several deep breaths to calm herself, her fingers were still shaking as she tied it around his head.
He had to have noticed, but he stayed still the whole time. Acquiescent. She wasn’t sure she was doing BDSM correctly, but it certainly didn’t feel wrong. Besides, it felt right—for her and Warren and who they were together.
Still, it unnerved her, how passive he was being.
Maybe he doesn’t really care about being involved with you. Maybe last week was just the result of too much pent-up arousal.
That’s what she told herself, anyway. Because although it was depressing, at least it made it easier to focus. She had a job to do, and even if it meant she would lose her heart to Warren with no hope of having her care returned, she was going to enjoy what she could.
She stepped back. “What’s your safeword?” A quick check, to be sure. This evening wasn’t going to be easy for either of them.
“Latte.”
“Good.” She nodded in approval and climbed onto the bed, kneeling next to him, and dipped her head so the ends of her hair brushed his abdomen, moving up his body. He flinched, trying to get away from the tickling sensation, but she followed the path with her hands, pressing and smoothing. Getting him used to the myriad sensations. Preparing him for the next step.
She worked her way up to his chest, circling his nipples with her fingers until they were hard points, fascinatingly small in comparison to hers. His areolae were brown, much darker than her own pale pink ones, and she rubbed and teased at them for a minute before leaning down and sucking at the skin above his left nipple.
He tasted so good. Salt and warmth and masculinity all wrapped up in a beautiful package. She sucked harder, while below his hips pushed upward, his cock so hard it was sitting an inch above his stomach while his ab muscles flexed.
She stroked one hand down his side, from his ribs to his hip, and pressed into the place next to where the hard shaft met his body, pushing him back down. She threaded her fingers through the tight curls of hair at the base of his shaft, pulling gently.
“Oh fuck. Beatrice.” He gasped out the words, his hands coming up to search for her, but she removed her hand from him.
“Hands back down on the bed, Warren. Don’t make me bind you.”
He groaned, but did as she ordered, and she brought her hand back to the base of his erection, circling her fingers around him and squeezing while her other hand continued to tease at his nipples.
He was breathing fast, his chest jumping with every breath, and she could see his fingers flexing at his sides. She moved her hand down to play with his sac, scratching her nails lightly over the ridged skin, then massaging him, rolling and rubbing her fingers along the tight space beneath.
The sounds he was making now were almost painful. Quiet groans and hard exhales—she could feel his balls tightening, pulling up close to his body. She could bring him even closer within seconds, she was sure, but she backed off, taking both of her hands away without warning, and his hips practically flew off the bed, seeking her touch.
“Fuck, Beatrice. Shit, I can’t take any more.” He was growling through his teeth, his neck so tight she could see the tendons in detail.
Damn, he was so beautiful.
“You know the safeword,” she reminded him, but he didn’t use it. Instead, he let out a sound of frustration and clenched his hands atop the sheet. Waiting for her next move.
She nearly laughed, feeling heady with the power.
Power he had given her.
He kept his hands at his sides even though he easily could have grabbed her and bent her to his will. He’d acquiesced. Given his power and his trust over to her.
What I have, you have given me.
She didn’t say it, but she thought it while looking into his eyes before she reached out, opened the drawer on her nightstand and pulled out the things she’d sterilized earlier that day. The things Mistress Michelle had given her last week after she’d assisted with the scene at Queen Dommes.
Courage. You can do this.
She wanted to do it. He’d given her the power to do it.
She bent forward and pressed her tongue against one of his nipples, then pulled back and blew a stream of air over it. It peaked immediately, nice and tight, standing tall, practically like a beacon.
“I’m going to put something here—” she gently pressed it between two fingers, and he sucked in a breath, “—that’s going to pinch. But only at first.” She watched his face. He was frowning, but he remained silent.
Trusting.
She took a deep breath and picked up one of the clamps, opening it and placing it over his nipple before releasing the sides. He blew out a breath when it caught, and she waited for a moment to see if he would safeword.
It wasn’t very tight. She’d adjusted them earlier and tested them on herself. But it was enough that he would certainly feel something when she took them off later.
Hopefully it would be a good experience for him.
She placed the other one, and still he didn’t say a word. She grabbed the bottle of lube from her nightstand and set it between his legs, then ran her hands down his body, squeezing his cock, which was so hard now the head was a dark purple and the veins along the edge were thick and standing out.
It wouldn’t take long.
Do you know how much I care about you? she wanted to ask. Do you know how nervous I am? Do you know I’m doing this for you, and not for the money?
But that wouldn’t be fair. Not now. Not ever.
She popped open the cap of the lube, and his head jerked, almost imperceptibly, at the sound. She pushed his legs up, stroking the backs of his thighs as she parted them. He caught on immediately, because he helped her, pulling his knees back and giving her access to all of him.
What a difference between the scene she’d helped with last week and what she was doing with Warren now. That had required trust too, to be certain, but this was something different. This was someone she lo—
No. Don’t think it. Don’t
even think about any kind of love, or you’ll be in so much trouble.
Instead, she tipped the bottle of lube and let some drip out of the bottle onto her fingers, all over her palm. She slicked up his cock, squeezing fast and hard, once, and he lifted his hips, giving her the perfect opportunity to slide her fingers over his sac, down his taint, to circle the tight, puckered hole below.
He groaned and her finger involuntarily stilled, waiting, but he didn’t make another sound, and she began again, gently massaging him. She played there for a while, letting him adjust to the feel of her, before adding more lube and then slowly, gently, pushing the tip of her index finger inside of his body.
Please don’t stop me. I know this isn’t in our agreement, but it’s what you need. I think.
He huffed out a breath, but said nothing, and she finally allowed herself to relax and realize that—oh wow. She was inside of Warren’s body. Inside of him. He felt so good and tight. Was this what she would feel like if he pushed his cock inside of her? Would her body squeeze around his like this, draw out his pleasure?
Warren, inside of her, slick and hot like her finger was right now.
Oh goodness. She had to press her legs together to ease the ache that was starting to thrum between her legs. She was desperately aroused, breathing almost as fast as he was, and the thought of him sliding his shaft all the way into her body made her slide her finger in a little deeper.
She’d watched Michelle do this last week and had spent a few hours reading more too. She was taking it as slowly as she could, feeling his muscles give way without too much protest, almost as though he’d done this before. Or at least imagined it.
The throbbing between her legs intensified.
Honestly, she’d expected him to safeword by now. Or at least not enjoy it as much as he seemed to be. But he looked more relaxed than he had since she’d known him. He felt relaxed inside too, the pressure around her finger lessening a little as she reached up and rubbed his perineum. His cock was standing almost straight up at this point, liquid leaking from the slit at the top.
He was ready.
The anal plug from Mistress Michelle was fairly small. It was beautiful and simple—a smooth, stainless steel teardrop with a thick ring on top. She retrieved it from the table too, and warmed it in her free hand while slowly pulling her finger from his body. He made a soft guttural sound when she slipped out, immediately pressing the plug to his entrance in place of her finger, but she was surprised when that made him tense. She could feel it in the air, the tightening of his muscles at the feel of that hard metal object at his opening.
“I promise not to hurt you,” she whispered, breaking the long silence between them. She reached out and stroked his calf, feeling him relaxing by degrees. “I promise. I-I couldn’t bear to hurt you.”
She almost gasped the words, feeling like she was being split open and spilling her heart onto the floor, even though he couldn’t possibly know from that one statement how she felt. Could he?
But he seemed to read something from it, because he groaned, opening to her, and the plug slipped inside his body, seating deep before she even realized how far it had gone. Goodness. Had that been a coincidence? Or did it really matter to him that she cared so much for him?
“It is okay?” She put everything she had into that simple question, and for a second, he hesitated, his head moving as though he were trying to seek out her eyes even from behind the blindfold, but then he nodded and dropped his head back, pushing his hips up ever so slightly.
Hinting.
She quickly cleaned her fingers using one of the wipes she had set out at the foot of the bed before Warren had arrived, then rubbed and cupped the rough, hairy skin of his balls in one hand while she wrapped her fingers around his cock with the other.
Oh, good Lord, he was so hard. He felt like an iron bar in her palm. He must be in pleasurable agony, having had to wait for so long.
He’d been so trusting. He deserved a reward.
When she stroked, he actually whimpered. She kept an eye on his nipples, not wanting to keep the clamps on for much longer, but she didn’t think she’d have to worry about that.
“Tell me when you’re close,” she commanded, and he nodded tightly, pushing up through the tight circle of her hand.
His whole body was starting to shake, and she sped up her movements, pumping him faster and faster, until he gritted out, “So close. Fuck.” Only then did she let go of his balls, reaching up to release the nipple clamps, and he let out a shout of surprised pain immediately before his orgasm hit, his cock jerking in her hand as his come shot out of his body, so strong that he bowed with the intensity.
He groaned, long and loud, still pumping out fluid for a while longer, until he fell back, limp, with a harsh exhale.
Oh my God. That was spectacular.
Beatrice was still kneeling next to him, staring at his gorgeous face, when he reached for her, pulling her down to him. She didn’t protest, didn’t hesitate, just sank against him, pushing the blindfold from his eyes before she kissed him with everything she had.
If he died right now, it would have been worth it.
Warren reveled in the feel of Beatrice’s mouth on his. Fuck, he loved kissing this woman. This woman, who had brought him more satisfaction than he’d ever felt. He wanted to tell her how much he cherished her. How much he cared. How much he—
Shit. Did he love her?
No. It couldn’t be. It felt too soon. It had to be too soon.
Despite that, he couldn’t help but feel like she understood him. She gave him everything he wanted. Took away some of the burdens of his life. He couldn’t deny that she at least made him feel better than he did with anyone else.
Maybe that wasn’t love, but it was…something.
She pulled her mouth away, and he realized his had gone slack, too absorbed in wondering what he felt about her to stay in the moment. He wanted to apologize, to ask her to come back, but what would he say? Sorry, I got distracted while trying to figure out if I love you?
She gave him a wry smile and pulled away, the skin of their bellies making a soft sucking sound. She’d been lying on the come that had landed on his body.
Hell. That should be gross, but instead it was more sexy on top of all the sexy that had already happened tonight.
“I’ll get a towel for this and—” She gestured to the general area of his legs, and he presumed she was referring to the plug she’d inserted with so much expertise that he’d felt only pleasure, but was apparently now too shy to talk about.
Yep. He loved her.
Fuck.
She blushed. “Wait here.” And then she disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp towel that she used to clean him off before setting it on the sheet between his legs. “Take a deep breath.”
He did as she asked, then on the exhale, she pulled the plug out, leaving him pulsing around a strange emptiness. That part wasn’t painful. None of it had been, not really, apart from a slight discomfort going in and coming out again. But when he’d been coming…Christ. He’d never come that hard in his life. That plug had been pushing right up against something in his body that had felt so good.
It wasn’t something he would have ever considered doing in the past, but with Beatrice, he seemed to stop thinking, stop caring. He let her take over and he was glad of it, even though now his arms ached to hold her, to turn things around and dominate her for a while, to take her hard, slow, beneath him, above him…every conceivable way.
But that wasn’t part of their agreement.
Of course, this hadn’t been, either. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to protest, though. Weeks ago, he’d thought it wouldn’t be a problem to resist her, despite everything that had happened between them already. But she’d merely touched him and his brain had shut down, his heart beating fast and hard to the rhythm of her
name.
Beatrice.
She brought everything to the bathroom again and washed up. When she returned, she surprised him by lying down next to him, pulling the blankets over them like they were a real couple. His hand played over the skin of her belly, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and placing a kiss on her temple…her neck…
He put his lips on hers and then shifted so that he was half on top of her, loving the way she made soft sounds of arousal as he kissed her.
“I want to make you come too.” He spoke the words against her lips, moving so that one of his legs was between hers, but she froze, putting one hand to his chest and looking at him strangely.
She frowned up at him. “I don’t understand.”
She didn’t sound confused, though. Instead, she said it forcefully, like she was angry he’d suggested such a thing.
He felt himself frowning back. “You don’t understand what it means when I say—?”
She sighed. “No, I get what you meant. I…I thought this was just business for you. I mean, I know we’ve kissed, but—”
He pulled away and sat up. Had he been thinking she knew him so well? The reminder that this was “just business” practically stabbed him in the gut. All along she’d simply been doing a job. He shouldn’t have let her touch him. Not like that.
He felt like a fool.
He swung his legs off the bed. “I should get going.”
She sat up too, her hand reaching for him. “Wait. No. That… Warren, I—”
“I’m sorry about the…kissing. It won’t happen again.” He felt wrong. He felt disappointed and angry, even though he had no right to be. He should have expected this.
“Stop right there.” Her voice made him freeze in the middle of pulling on his jeans. It was the voice of command. The one she used when she was playing with him.
He was powerless to resist it.
“You told me you didn’t want anything more from me. You told me you wanted a business arrangement and I’m trying to respect that. I’m sorry about the kissing. About touching you so intimately. It has obviously messed things up. But I’m already…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You want to give me pleasure? How can I let you do something like that? How can I let you in any more knowing that this will end? I can’t afford that kind of risk.”
