"Hey." He touched my shoulder and turned me around. Fear filled his eyes as more tears streamed down my cheeks. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He pulled me close, and I wiped my face on his shirt, smearing mascara all over the clean white cotton.
"Am I selfish and self-centered?"
"Hell yeah."
I slugged his shoulder. "Then why are you with me?"
"Because no one else could handle you."
"I'm going to hit you again."
He laughed and wrapped his big warm hands around my fist. "I love a challenge, babe, and when I'm with you, there's never a dull moment. You're not perfect, but neither am I."
"But I never consider your feelings." Or Will's. Oh my God. I'd treated Will the same way, but he'd always stood by me. Not one, but two men refused to give up on me. "What have I done to deserve your...?" Love? Couldn't be. Will maybe, but not Alex.
He shrugged. "It's not what you do, it's who you are."
"Who am I?"
"My friend."
That's the last thing I expected to hear.
"We've been through a lot together, and when shit gets real, I know I can count on you to wallow around in it with me."
Does Will feel the same? "I definitely know how to wallow in shit."
"So we're perfect for each other... in our own twisted way."
I wanted to tell him I loved him, but the words caught in my throat so I hugged him hard, mashing my heart against his and hoping he'd get the message.
He grunted, gasping for breath. When I let him loose, he smiled and curled his finger under my chin. "I'll always be with you, you know that, right?"
I nodded and wiped tears from my cheeks. "Stop being so nice to me."
"Okay." He grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back, forcing me to stare into his evil blue eyes.
Fear rippled down my spine, chased by an urgent need to surrender to his wicked intentions. "Much better."
"Let's go get dinner, bitch. I'm hungry."
***
The rich, nutty scent of sesame flooded Alex's truck. Cartons of Chow-Mein noodles and fortune cookies bounced on the floor between my feet as we drove home.
He reached for my hand and nibbled my fingers. "Do you still want to play submissive tonight?"
"I'd like to. How do you feel about it?" How do you feel about it? Such a simple question, but in asking, I'd let him know this wasn't all about me.
"I feel... like we need a nasty romp." He winked at me. "Do you still want to use red as a safeword?"
"Yeah, that works." I gathered our food as he pulled into his driveway and turned off the truck.
We walked into the dining room and unloaded our dinner. "How far are we going to take this... experiment? Should I call you Master or something?"
A big cocky grin twisted his lips and his eyes practically glowed. "Yes."
I picked up a set of chopsticks and waved them in his face. "No way in hell."
"Why not?"
"I am slave to no one." I jammed the chopsticks into the rice.
He moved closer and pulled me against his body. "You're not a slave. Is that how you feel?"
"No, but... the whole point of trying this is for you to provide me with boundaries so I can push them. You keep me safe when I want to be wild." I quivered against him. "That's kinda hot. Maybe I should call you Master."
"See? I know what's best for you." He kissed me and pulled a chair out.
I sat down and dug in to the Chow-Mein. "What are you going to call me?"
"You don't like slave. Baby?"
"No, too common."
He dumped the rice on his plate. "Baby girl? Too childish. Girl?"
"Woman?"
Alex shook his head. "Woman is too strong. You're in the submissive position. Pet?"
"Mmm... no. Slut?"
"But I always call you slut."
"And I love it. I can play that role with one hand tied behind my back... or my ankles tied behind my head."
A slow grin spread across his face. "What should we try tonight?"
"I liked the punishment and reward we flirted with this morning. Maybe a variation on that idea."
He chased a clump of rice around his place with the chopsticks. "So I'll make up a rule and you have to obey it or face the consequences. What do you think?"
"Mmm... that's got potential." I laughed, but a bitter memory soured my mood. "I think I need rules... no, I never obey. Maybe if I'd had a punishment to avoid, I wouldn't have lied to you and Jay."
He nodded. "All right, the rule for tonight is this, I can have whatever I want, but you have to ask my permission for everything." Alex laid his chopsticks on the table and picked up his beer.
"When we get to bed?"
"Starting now. You need to obey me without question."
"Why?"
"That's a question."
"I know." I giggled and reached for an open carton, but he moved it away from me.
"If you want more Mandarin Chicken, you need to ask me for it."
"May I have more chicken, Master?"
"Very good, slut." He handed me the carton.
"All right, I agree. What are the consequences for breaking it?"
"Would you like a spanking?"
"Yes, I would. You're just daring me to break that rule."
Alex laughed. "Good point. Hm... if you forget to ask permission, you get a swat on the ass, but if you deliberately defy me, I'll take away something you want."
"Can you be more specific?"
"Not yet. I'll let the circumstances dictate your punishment."
I wanted to argue the unfairness of that, but not knowing what he might do if I disobeyed held a certain amount of appeal. A wild thrill shot from my nipples to my clit at the thought of breaking his rule and facing the consequences. "Should we get the rope?"
He grinned and leaned toward me, stroking my leg under the table. "I can control you without a rope."
My breath caught as his fingers slipped under my skirt. "That's right. Mind-fucking me is your favorite kink."
His eyes glittered like black diamonds, mysterious and tempting. "Exactly."
I leaned close to him, but when he pulled back, I remembered my place. "May I kiss you, Master?"
"Yes, you may."
I tugged on his shirt. Is that too bold a move? I pressed my hand flat on his chest and touched my lips to his.
"Don't hold back."
"I'm sorry. I don't know how to be obedient."
"That's why I like you." He caressed my hair and captured my mouth.
I slipped my tongue between his parted lips. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, returning my kiss as he pushed our dinner aside and hoisted me up on the table. My legs parted and he stepped between them, rubbing his erection against my damp panties as he lowered me to the hard surface. Oh hell, if this is how I'm supposed to behave, I can definitely... misbehave.
Our bodies disconnected as he stood up and grabbed his empty plate. "Let's do the dishes and have dessert."
"Screw the dishes. Let's have dessert now."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Oops."
"Hike up your skirt, slut. Bend over."
I did as I was told and braced my hands on the table.
Alex pulled my lace panties down to my ankles, stroking my legs as he did so. When he got to my bare bottom I clenched, waiting for a stinging slap, but instead, he caressed my ass. The tension melted as my skin warmed, and I didn't realize he'd pulled his hand back until a hot tingle bounced off my butt.
"Oh!"
"Oh, what?" He breathed on my neck as his hand circled and soothed my skin.
"Oh, Master."
"Good slut." His tongue flicked my ear. "We should at least clear the table so I can spread you out on it."
"Or...." I assembled the words in my head before I continued. "Master, will you take me out on the patio?"
His gaze drifted over my shoulder to the sunny stone patio. Two-story homes lined ea
ch side of the large backyard, but a tall privacy fence blocked most of the view, and only the mountains stood behind his house. "Excellent idea, slut. I'm surprised you asked."
"I still get off to the fantasy you used to make me come in the alley."
"The one about your hotel room balcony...? Tell me what you liked about it." He took my hand and led me out into the early evening sun.
"I liked the idea of being naked outdoors. It's so warm here." A light wind stirred his hair. "I want to feel that mountain breeze on my bare skin."
"Then you have my permission to take off your clothes and enjoy the Colorado summer."
Interesting how he both approved and instructed with the same sentence. No rope necessary.
He relaxed in a wrought iron chair while I toyed with the buttons on my blouse. A car door slammed and voices carried on the wind.
What the hell am I thinking? I backed into a shadow and crossed my arms. "I can't do this in daylight."
"But you want to."
I shook my head.
"Stripping in the sunshine, surrounded by open windows... anyone could be watching. Does that frighten you?"
"Yes."
"Is your pussy wet?"
I could've said yes without checking, but I eased my skirt up and snuck my finger between my lower lips, keeping watch on the house next door the whole time. "Dripping."
"Tell me what you need to feel bold."
No need to check, no need to dip my finger in. I knew. "I need to be understood."
A perceptive smile twisted his lips and he stared straight into my soul, seeing things I preferred to keep hidden. "You cheated on Will because your craving for freedom drove you to take the risk. We had boundaries, but that illusion shattered when we kept secrets from each other. Now you have a chance to experience real freedom under my protection. All you have to do is open that button."
The faux pearl slipped from my shaking fingers. "I need help... from you."
"Yes, you do, so I'll indulge you." He stood and pulled me into the light with him. "Do you want me to strip you?"
"Yes, Master."
"In the sunlight, facing all those windows?"
"Please, Master."
He grabbed my thin silk blouse and shredded it, sending buttons skittering across stone, then yanked my skirt down, popping the zipper as it stretched over my hips. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, plundering my mouth while he unhooked my bra and dropped it.
As I squeezed my damp thighs together, trembling naked in the open air, Alex sat down. I pulled my arms tight to my sides, fighting the urge to cover my breasts, and closed my eyes as if that would keep anyone else from seeing my nudity.
"Enjoy this, slut."
A quiet gust of wind blew my hair across my bare shoulders and my nipples perked as the sun touched them. I stretched my arms out and tipped my head back, exposing my naked body to nature in the safety of his attentive gaze. I spread my feet apart and let the breeze tickle my vulnerable clit.
"Beautiful." He shifted, adjusting his tightening pants. "Get on your knees and suck my dick, slut."
"Yes, Master."
I knelt at his feet and unzipped his pants. "May I take off your shirt?"
"Not yet."
I'm naked, he's not. I'm exposed to the whole fucking world and he's... completely in control. A hot shiver rattled my spine as I bent over his upright cock and sucked it in. He groaned as I licked him, and his muscles went slack as his body submitted to me. That's right. Who's in charge now?
He grabbed my hair and thrust his cock deeper. Yes, Master. You are. My urge to resist fled as he fucked my mouth. I stroked his balls and he moaned. His hold on my hair loosened, and I licked the length of his shaft.
"You're such a good slut." He rubbed my head and grabbed the ponytail, sending a helpless thrill to my pussy as he yanked me back.
"Oh God! I love that." I love you, Alex. Do I need his permission to tell him?
He pulled me to my feet and set me on the glass and iron table, using my bound hair to drag me down beneath him. "This is better than a rope."
I pulled at his buttons. "Take your clothes off."
"What?"
"Damn it."
"Roll over."
My ass rose up to his waiting hand as I turned. He stroked me like before, preparing my skin for his punishment, and the slap came unexpectedly, stinging my butt as my nipples pebbled against the glass. Oh God, I like this too much. What will he do if I disobey?
"May I turn over?"
"Yes." He patted my burning bottom.
I rolled onto my back. "Will you take your clothes off?"
He tossed his shirt aside, but left his pants hanging loose from his hips. He bent over me, kissing my naked body as I spread out on the table.
"Will you lick my pussy?"
"Mmm... patience, slut." He pulled the chair closer and sat down, nibbling on my thighs. He teased me on the sun-warmed glass, kissing my legs, nipping my butt, licking my needy flesh, but avoiding my smoldering clit. Embers flared but fizzled out short of igniting. A sudden breeze tickled my nipples, adding to my torment.
I slid my fingers between my legs and stroked myself.
Alex moved my hand. "Don't touch."
"I need your tongue right here, damn it!" I grabbed his head and shoved his face between my legs. He'll punish me for this.
Iron scraped stone as he wrestled free and slapped my thighs together. "You'll get it when I think you're ready, slut." He sat back and attempted to fix his messed-up hair while he caught his breath.
He's stalling, making me wait for the consequences.
But he smiled and pulled the chair close and nudged my knees apart.
I closed my eyes and waited as he thrust his tongue into my hot pussy, circling my clit and then sucking it. The embers roared to life as flames licked my body, melting my core from the inside out. "Oh God, Yes!"
The chair slammed to the ground as he jumped up and rammed his cock into me while I was still coming. Thick, flowing waves of molten heat spilled over me, one after another as he pounded again and again. His loose belt buckle spanked my ass with every vicious thrust.
He fell on top of me, crushing my breasts under his sweaty chest. "When you come, you'll scream 'Oh Master, yes'."
"Will I?" I love defying him!
He stood and righted the chair, then sat down and pulled me onto his lap, facing the line of houses next door as he impaled me with his relentless cock.
I fell back against his chest as he grabbed my neck and forced my thighs apart with his knees, holding me breathless and exposed. My body stiffened as I stared at the fence, searching for any movement, any sign someone might see us.
"Close your eyes." His fingers curled around my throat. "I'll keep watch."
Under my protection. Alex took responsibility for our safety, my shelter, so I could experience the freedom I longed for. That's why I need him.
I closed my eyes and let go of my fear. My body melted over him like the mountain snow under the summer sun.
He took my hand and guided it between our spread legs. "Follow my touch." He caressed my clit, and then I joined him, both of us stroking me while I rode him. Liquid heat trickled over my skin. His breath rasped harsh and ragged in my ear. A door slammed close by, but his cock slammed inside me, shutting out everything but us and our twisted love.
Can I keep Will in, too?
My eyes squeezed tight as our fingers fought for contact with my clit. I surrendered, unable to fight off the surging force of pleasure. "Oh mmm!" I grabbed the armrests and held tight. "Oh... Oh, Master! Yes, yes, yes!"
Alex's body wrapped around mine, shielding us as we came together, came hard. "Holy fuck." He leaned on my back and gasped. "You're amazing."
"Thank you, Master."
I felt him smile on my skin. "My pleasure, slut."
"Aren't you going to punish me?"
He sighed and helped me to stand. "Yeah, I need to take care of that."
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nbsp; I bent at the waist and wiggled my bare ass.
"No. Get dressed. I'm taking you back to your hotel."
***
I didn't say a single word to him all the way back to my room. Not one. Single. Fucking. Word.
Alex unlocked my door and stood back like an idiot gentleman, gesturing for me to enter first. "Please?"
Yeah, you'd better not turn your back to me. I walked in and chucked my purse into the chair he headed toward.
"All right." He stood beside the bed and tugged at his collar. "I'm sorry."
I huffed my hair out of my eyes and examined my fingernails.
"I told you if you deliberately disobeyed, I'd take away something you wanted. I couldn't think in the moment, so I came up with this afterward."
Damn, I need a manicure.
"You agreed to this." He wrapped his fingers around my curled fist and pushed it down, but I still didn't look at him. "Will you talk to me, please?"
When I lifted my gaze to meet his, he actually took a step back. "Oh, we'll talk. What the hell do you think you're doing, Master?" Sarcasm practically dripped from my tongue. "Deny me something I want. I get that. You could've made me wait to come, or not let me come at all, but instead you throw me out of your bed as soon as you finish with me—"
"Off the back patio, actually."
"I'm talking here!"
"Got it."
Wait... where was I going with this? "Or give me a real spanking!"
He half-smiled as if holding back an inappropriate laugh. "You're not supposed to enjoy being punished. Punishment is supposed to teach you something." He emphasized his words as if explaining the concept to a particularly dim-witted client.
"And just what the hell am I supposed to learn?"
He paced beside the bed in his thoughtful prosecutor pose, one hand on his hip and the other alternately scratching his chin and rubbing the back of his neck. If he'd been wearing his jacket, it would've hung open, flowing as he paced, keeping twelve rapt jurors hanging on his every word. "The purpose of our experiment tonight was to test your boundaries." He stopped and prompted me, the one witness who could swing the verdict in his favor. "You told me you needed consequences to help you obey rules."
Guilty. "Yes, help. Not a boot out the door."
"My hand to your ass didn't make much of an impression. I thought denying you my presence would be more effective."
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