by Ivy Nelson
Thirty seconds later, he felt her tense as an orgasm rolled through her.
She screamed out her pleasure as he pulled his mouth away from her clit and sank his teeth into her other thigh while he pulled his fingers free of her still convulsing pussy.
"Good girl," he breathed as he rose up on his knees and moved to the edge of the bed to undo her ankle cuffs. “I’m assuming you've learned to keep your legs spread like a good little sub," he asked as he returned to his place between her thighs and rested his cock at her opening.
"Please," she begged again. Her breath was ragged as he inched his hard cock inside her. The feel of her clenching around him nearly sent him over the edge.
When he pulled completely out of her again, she stuck her lip out in a pout and he leaned up to pinch a nipple. "On your hands and knees," he ordered. "I want to fuck you hard, kitten."
When she was in position, with her ass jutted out and brushing his throbbing cock, he pushed into her again, digging his fingers into her hips.
He eased in and out of her slowly a few times, driving them both mad with need.
"I thought you were going to fuck me, not pet me," she hissed after several languid strokes.
"I can do this all night," he lied. "I'm inclined to make you beg now."
He wouldn't, but she was going to remember just who controlled this.
She growled in frustration and he decided to put them both out of their misery. Reaching forward, he grasped her hair and pulled until her head was raised and she stared at his headboard.
He jerked his hips and slammed into her, yanking on her hair as he did.
She cried out as he repeated the motion.
"Is that better, kitten?" he bit out as he picked up speed and began fucking her earnestly.
She gave a frantic nod as he pummeled her slick wet cunt with his thick cock. "Scream for me, baby," he said, twisting the hank of hair he held in his hands.
Memories of encounters just like this flooded his mind as he pounded into her. Their heavy breathing was almost in sync as they both chased pleasure. "Come for me, Kitten. I want to feel you come undone on my cock."
Her fingers gripped and twisted his comforter as she backed into his harsh thrusts meeting him with the same force he used.
Soon they both exploded in orgasm, groans and screams filling the room as they rode the wave of bliss together.
He eased out of her and she collapsed away from him, her face buried in the mattress. He dropped onto his back next to her and rested his hand on the curve of her ass.
"God damn it. That was hot," she said a few minutes later when she raised her head. Her hair was damp and sticking to her face. The little bit of makeup she wore streaked down her cheeks, and his teeth marks and fingerprints marked her.
Hot was the understatement of the fucking year.
An hour later, they were cleaned up and Lance had ordered them dinner when she came to him, chewing on her lip.
"What is it, kitten?"
"I need to tell you something?"
He frowned. "That doesn't sound good. Tell me."
She dragged a hand through her still damp hair. "Last night when I was working so late, it wasn't just on the Solitaire data servers. I stumbled onto something and I should have come and woke you up right away, but I didn't and I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."
"Whoa, Riss. What happened? Tell me, love."
"I found a forum. Or rather I was directed to a forum by an anonymous user."
She sat on the arm of a chair in his living room. "It was basically a chatroom dedicated to hating and hacking you. I'm worried that's where your little pornado came from."
He whistled. "Yeah. That's definitely something you should have told me."
"Are you mad?" she asked, her big eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He leaned against the fireplace mantle and watched her, knowing he needed to handle his response with care.
"Why did you keep it from me?"
"I thought you had enough on your plate, and it seemed mostly harmless. I figured I would tell you when we had finished the work at Solitaire. Please don't hate me," she said again.
He sighed and motioned for her to come to him. His hands rested on her waist. "I could never hate you. I'm irritated though."
"Do you want to punish me?" she asked, still chewing on her lip.
"Stop biting your lip. You'll make it bleed. I'm the only one that's allowed to make you bleed," he teased.
She just stared at him. "Yes. I want to punish you. But I'm not going to. We're not at that stage in rebuilding our relationship."
She nodded and rested her forehead on his bare chest.
"I'm really sorry. I know I should have told you right away."
He kissed the crown of her head. "I'm just glad you told me now." The chime sounded, alerting him that he should buzz up the food delivery driver.
"Let's eat and you can tell me what you're doing with the information you found," he said as he pulled away and walked to the door to grant the driver access to his elevator.
Twenty minutes later, they sat on barstools in his kitchen dining on Thai food and beer.
"I'm really sorry," Marissa said again.
He picked up her hand. "Stop apologizing, Riss. Has the information been useful?"
She gave a little shrug. "It's hard to say. The chatroom was definitely a shrine to Sebastian, so I have no doubt they were somehow rounded up by him. A lot of them are just your typical anti-capitalist anarchist hackers who want to take down all the billionaire tech companies, but a few felt like they could be genuine threats. So I've started looking for their signatures in the hack. Your head of development on that app is a bit of an ass but he's got some top-notch coders and we were able to isolate and deal with most of the problem. Your client's app users shouldn't be getting bombarded with porn anymore, but there's a chance that some of that porn had trackers and malware in it so we're working to hunt that down and quarantine it as quickly as possible."
Lance smiled around his beer. "Now do you see why I want you on my team?"
She blushed and twirled Pad Thai noodles onto her fork. "I'll think about it," she promised. "What's our plan for tomorrow?"
"I have an early morning meeting but then we'll be heading back to Solitaire for the weekend. Do you still think it's safe to have the weekend parties?"
Marissa nodded. "That was the interesting thing about the chatroom. There was no mention of the club. It was all focused on you and your company. You may want to alert the police because some of the threats were physical. There was mention of burning the building down, but it all sounded like hyperbole to me."
He nodded. "I'll increase security."
Marissa swallowed the last of her beer and stood. "I'm really sorry again."
"Riss," he said as he stood and pulled her to him. "Don't apologize again or you'll make me regret already agreeing to not punish you. Now come on. Let's go back to bed. I don't think I'm through marking you yet."
17
Marissa sat snuggled next to Lance in the back of a car as they made their way back to Solitaire on Thursday evening. There was still a crisis at his company, but they'd stopped the bleeding and salvaged the relationship with the client.
"Will Jodie be here this weekend?" she asked as she stared out the window.
Lance squeezed her hand. "As far as I know. Why?"
Marissa shrugged.
His fingers dug into the back of her neck and she sighed. "It was just really hard watching you with her last weekend. I know you said you're not sleeping with her, but I still had to watch you be all dominant with her and I know you spanked her after I went upstairs."
Lance kissed her temple. "I'm sorry. She's my responsibility for now, but as soon as possible, we'll arrange for another house Dom to take over her training."
Marissa turned and pressed her forehead into his shoulder. "I'm sorry I'm such a jealous bitch."
He cleared his throat and tugged her head up by
her hair.
"Call yourself a bitch again and see what happens." When she nodded her understanding, he kissed her nose and let go of her hair.
"Your feelings are not unnatural, nor do I mind you having them. This is a weird situation for all of us. I like Jodie and I'll do right by her in making sure she gets what she signed up for, but I don't care about her the way I care for you. You're my priority so stop beating yourself up."
"OK," she whispered, still feeling self-conscious over her jealous feelings toward Jodie.
He kissed her again and winked. "You might want to start practicing saying, Yes, Sir again. Because starting tomorrow night, I'll have no reservations about punishing you for breaking the rules."
Her grin was instant. "Yes, Sir."
He shook his head. "I think you forget just how good I am at punishing you."
She grimaced. "I remember very well, Sir. After the spanking debacle you became quite inventive with your punishments. It just makes me even that much more irritated that spanking triggers me the way it does."
It was something she'd finally dealt with in therapy, but she didn't think she could ever submit to a spanking, especially not a punishment spanking. Her father was fond of wielding his belt harshly and often. Parents from his generation called it discipline. She preferred to call it abuse.
"Hey, where'd your head go, love?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Nowhere good," she admitted. "The good news is I can actually talk about spanking now thanks to my therapist."
"I'm glad you're seeing someone. How often do you go?"
"Usually once a week, but we'll skip a week every so often just because we can."
He nodded. "Just let me know if you need to set up a teleconference with your therapist or go back to Chicago. I don't want to stunt your progress, and I'm sure I've been the subject of some of your sessions so if I'm causing problems, I need you to speak up."
Her heart constricted. He was so sweet. But she didn't want to cry or get too mushy, so she turned to sarcasm, her usual weapon of choice. "A bit arrogant of you to assume you were a subject of my sessions," she said, though there was a grin on her face. Truth be told, he was the subject of all of them for the first six months.
He didn't need to know that though.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Solitaire and Lance opened her door for her.
Lance tossed her his keys to the front door. "Go on in. I'll be right there. I just need to check in with security."
Marissa climbed the porch stairs and unlocked the door. The alarm didn't chirp when she pushed the door open which meant it was disarmed.
A startled scream escaped her lips when she saw someone laying on the couch along one wall.
"Oh shit, sorry," Jodie said, sitting up. "I wasn't expecting anyone but Lance."
"He's um. Still getting our bags out of the car," she said with a shaky breath.
The door opened again, and Lance stepped in.
"Jodie? What are you doing here?"
She stood and went to him. "Master Hunter let me in when he got here. I know you always come in a day early for the parties so I thought I would surprise you."
Marissa did her best not to scowl.
"You shouldn't have done that Jodie. Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" Lance said, touching a hand to Marissa's shoulder.
Not wanting to witness what was likely to become a confrontation where Lance reminded the girl he was technically her Dom, she jingled his keys and pointed to the conference room.
"I'll just be in there."
He gave her shoulder a grateful squeeze and nodded, handing her the backpack that contained her tech.
Inside the conference room, she tossed her backpack on the table and threw herself into one of the chairs. She hated the animosity she felt toward Jodie for simply existing. It wasn't the woman's fault that Marissa just happened to wander back into the picture when she did.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Dr. Hoffman.
"Hello, Marissa?"
"Hi Dr. Hoffman. Sorry to call you like this. I'm just having a moment."
"You're quite alright. You haven't had to call me in over three years. Tell me what's going on."
She blew out a breath. "Lance is back in the picture in an unexpected way."
"Oh," Dr. Hoffman said, surprise in her voice. "And where are you emotionally?"
"I'm actually doing good. But there's another woman. Not someone he's sleeping with. But it's complicated, and I'm feeling extremely jealous in a way I don't like."
The therapist was quiet for a minute. "I will never tell you what you should or shouldn't do regarding your personal relationships. I'll just remind you the personal hell you went through in therapy the last time this relationship went south. I also want to commend you for calling me. Jealousy is not an inherently destructive emotion. It's important to remember that. Where jealousy gets tricky is how you react to it. I think making this phone call was a really positive step."
Ten minutes later, the therapist had her calmed down enough to talk rationally about club Solitaire and the house submissive program.
"If he's promised to move her to another mentor, you have the right to hold him to that. Don't make demands or be catty toward her. Because you're correct that she didn't ask for this situation either."
"Should I try to talk to her?"
"That's trickier. Does she seem receptive? Have you had conversations with her before now?"
Marissa thought about it. They'd talked for maybe five minutes in total.
"Not really."
"Then I would put an olive branch out but not push it. You said this place has a bar. You could offer to buy her a drink, but don't go out of your way to make it happen. Just make it clear that you're not trying to be her enemy."
Marissa nodded. That was something she could do without compromising her emotions.
"I have a session coming up in ten minutes. Are you in a safe place?"
"I am. Thank you. Again, sorry for bothering you."
"You're not bothering me. You're taking care of yourself and I'm pleased with your progress in that area. Let's plan to have a face-to-face session soon. If Lance is going to become a permanent fixture in your life, you might consider bringing him with you sometime."
Marissa stared at the phone. Lance, go to therapy with her?
The subject of her thoughts opened the door.
"Hey. Sorry about that. She's gone."
Marissa gave him a smile. "No need to be sorry. She ambushed us both. I called my therapist. I'm good."
He sat next to her and picked up her hand. "OK. I'm talking to Matthew tonight. He hasn't trained a house sub in a little while and some of their kinks match so it would make sense to pair them together."
Marissa nodded as if she knew exactly what he was saying.
"What now?" she asked.
"Now we either sit down here and triple check our work on the website or we go upstairs and go to bed. And by go to bed I mean I fuck you until I don't see the stress in your eyes anymore."
Marissa whistled. "I know you've got a lot of strength and stamina but that's a tall order. We better start with checking our work and finishing up the server encryption."
Lance just shook his head. "OK. Let's get to work then."
He settled into the chair next to her and set up his own tech.
“Where is Jodie now?” she asked after a few minutes of trying to focus on the task at hand.
“Don’t worry about her. I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m not worried. I just want to know where she is. I can’t focus on this.”
Lance glanced at her as he continued typing. “I paid for an extra night on her reservation at the Glenview. She lives in California so I couldn’t exactly send her home when she’s here for the weekend.”
Marissa nodded. It made sense.
“Is she upset?”
Lance shrugged. “It was honestly hard to tell. We’ve only been matched for three
weeks. I haven’t gotten to know her very well, and I have no problem passing her to another Dom.”
She blew out a breath. “OK.”
Feeling better, now that she was armed with a little knowledge, she settled into their task. Three hours later, her eyes were drifting shut. Lance gently nudged her.
“Come on, Riss. Let’s go upstairs.”
She shook her head and reached for the coffee she’d poured an hour ago, but he beat her to it and moved it out of her reach.
“Come on,” she complained. “I just want to stay up a little bit longer.”
Lance glanced at his watch. “It’s after midnight which means it’s the weekend. I’m saying no. Get your ass upstairs. I have plans for you tomorrow night and I need you to not be exhausted.”
Marissa sucked in a breath. They were going to have their first actual scene as Dom and sub.
But relinquishing control was not something Marissa did easily, so she kept typing.
“Riss. Does our first session tomorrow night need to be punishment?”
She gave him a shrug. “Hope not. I just need to finish this.”
He gave a low chuckle. The kind that might have sent a shiver down her spine if she were in a more submissive head space. “Good to know you’re still strong willed. Means I get to have fun breaking you. Not sure how fun it will be for you though.” He bent and kissed her cheek.
When he stood, he said, “Alright, Riss. I’ll make you a deal. I’m going upstairs. If you’re in bed with me by one, I’ll forget this. If you decide you would rather have a rough night tomorrow night, just go ahead and try me and come to bed whenever you want. Just remember, you said it yourself, I’m very inventive when it comes to punishing you and I look forward to living up to that again.”
His tone was calm and even, but Marissa could hear the threat in his words. She glanced at the clock in the corner of her screen. It was a quarter after midnight. She had forty-five minutes to decide how she wanted to play this.
She cleared her throat and nodded. “I’ll be up soon.”
He hummed. “I just hope it’s soon enough.”
At five ‘til one, she shut her computer down and made her way upstairs.
