Bound to be Dirty

by Savanna Fox

  “Take off your sweater and scarf.”

  She unlooped the scarf and pulled the sweater over her head, folded both, and walked over to place them on the dresser. When she turned back, her nipples were tightening against the thin fabric of her bra.

  His cock swelled in response. “Now your bra.”

  She undid the back clasp then slid the straps down her shoulders and pulled the bra off, freeing her firm, rose-tipped breasts.

  He rose, tugged the hawk tee over his head, tossed it on the dresser, and stood in front of her. “Take off my jeans and underwear.”

  Her warm fingers brushed his skin as she undid the button of his jeans and slid down the fly. By the time she tugged on the waistband, he was fully erect.

  “Kneel.”

  She dropped to her knees on the carpet and peeled his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. He rested his hands on her shoulders, lifted one leg, waited until she tugged his clothing free, and then lifted the other leg. After she set the clothes aside, she glanced up.

  Standing with his feet apart, he said, “Suck my cock.”

  Lily smiled and bent her head, swirling her tongue around the crown of his penis then drawing him into her mouth. Wet heat enveloped him, soft suction gripped and released.

  He pumped slightly, not forcing himself too far into her mouth, only enough to increase the friction and remind her who was in control. What a turn-on: the sight of his swollen shaft sliding between her pink lips; the sounds she made; the stimulation of her tongue, lips, and teeth against his sensitive flesh.

  He hadn’t told her she could touch him with her hands, but neither had he prohibited it. Now she slid one arm around him to stroke and knead his ass, his hip. Her other hand caressed his inner thighs, brushed his sac, then cupped his balls.

  Involuntarily, he jerked and tightened. This was too good. If she kept it up, he’d come, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Not yet. “Stop.”

  She released him and lifted her head. So beautiful, with her flushed cheeks, her damp, shiny lips.

  His cock rose straight up his belly, hard as a baton, craving release.

  “Touch your breasts. Cup them, lift them, squeeze them together. Then take my cock between them.”

  She did it, and he thrust back and forth in her cleavage. Again, the sight and sensation of her soft curves hugging his slick, swollen flesh was almost enough to set him off. He forced himself to pull free.

  Lily gazed up, waiting for his next order.

  “Lie on the bed with your knees bent and your legs spread.”

  Her eyes gleamed. “Yes, Falcon.”

  She figured he planned to fuck her, but he had something else in mind first.

  When she was in place, he admired her pussy, exposed to his view. Swollen and moist, she was clearly aroused. “Wet your fingers, Lily. Then touch your pussy. Stroke it, caress it.”

  Her eyes widened in shock and she didn’t move. This was something they’d never done.

  “I want to see you turn yourself on.”

  “I . . . It’s too embarrassing.” The feverish patches on her cheeks told him it was also arousing.

  “You have a safe word,” he reminded her. “You either say it or you obey me.” Then he added, more softly, “Trust me, Lily. It’ll be sexy for both of us.”

  After a long moment, she raised her hand to her lips. Her damp fingers went between her legs and she stroked herself tentatively.

  “You can do better than that. Touch yourself the way you like to be touched. Tease your clit. But don’t come. You’re not allowed to come.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and her fingers stroked more firmly, capturing her juices and spreading them across her labia. She flicked lightly across her clit, came back for a firmer press. Her breathing quickened and her back arched slightly.

  Dax sat beside her, tempted to suck those tight, thrusting nipples. But he wanted her to do this all on her own. His cock ached, urging him to grab it and pump himself to climax right along with her. He had something better in mind, though, so he forced himself to take slow, deep breaths.

  Helicopter technical specs . . .

  Bell 206B Jet Ranger. Empty weight: 1,780 pounds.

  Lily’s head twisted on the pillow. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and it caught on a gasp. She pulled her hand away from her pussy and her body trembled.

  “Keep going. His voice was hoarse from his own arousal. “But don’t come.” Did she have a technique to hold back climax? He guessed women didn’t usually have to do that, not the way men did.

  Useful load: 1,300 pounds. Maximum external load: 1,500.

  Her fingers brushed between her legs. A few light strokes, a firm press, two fingers against her clit. Her middle finger hooked inside her channel, slid out, went in again. Her breathing rasped and her chest and cheeks were ruddy. Her whole body trembled with tension and her eyes were still firmly shut.

  Service ceiling: 13,500 feet. Hover ceiling, IGE: 12,800. Hover ceiling, OGE: 8,800.

  She was hovering on the edge, and so was he, damn it. “Look at me,” he ordered.

  “Oh God.” Her lashes fluttered, then slowly her eyes opened and she turned her head toward him.

  He took his cock in his hand. “See what you do to me?”

  Her blue eyes were glassy. “Y-yes.”

  “Touch your clit. Bring yourself to the edge, Lily.”

  “I . . I already am. I can’t go any further without coming.”

  “I didn’t give you permission.”

  She moaned and lifted her hand away from her body. “I know.” She was so taut, he was almost afraid she’d break.

  He was rigid himself, his balls tight and hard; he could barely control himself. He grabbed his cock and squeezed firmly below the head, reducing the pressure. Maximum speed, 122 knots. Maximum fuel range: 369 nautical miles. Endurance with no reserves: 3.5 hours. Hell, he wished he had that kind of endurance. After fifteen or twenty seconds, the tension eased off a little.

  “Lily?”

  She stared at him. “Yes, Falcon.”

  “Come now.”

  She moaned again, slid her fingers across her slippery folds, pressed her clit, and exploded with a sharp cry, her whole body shuddering, her eyes unfocused and wild.

  Fuel capacity: 76 gallons. Fuel capacity with auxiliary: 96 gallons.

  When the tension started to ease from her body, he said, “Off the bed.”

  “What?”

  “Get off the bed.”

  Looking dazed, she slowly clambered off.

  “Stand three feet away, facing the bed. Spread your legs wide and lean forward, forearms and head on the bed.”

  Smiling now, she obeyed.

  He stepped behind her, admiring the slender line of her back, the womanly curve of her ass, her slim, shapely legs. The folds of her sex exposed between her legs. “Up on your toes.”

  When she raised herself, he looped an arm around her waist, giving her added support. His chest curved around her back and his cock nudged the crease between her ass cheeks. His other arm went around her to reach between her legs and caress her. He adjusted his position so his erection slipped between her legs. Gently, his fingers parted her slick, heated folds and the blunt head of his cock nudged inside her.

  He groaned as she enveloped him, hot and wet and clingy. “Shit you feel good, Lily.” He pumped, the sweet friction demanding that he move faster, drive harder. Holding off climax was a bear and he damned well wasn’t doing it any longer. He was the master here.

  He fingered Lily’s clit, gently because she’d be sensitive after orgasm.

  She gasped and moaned, “Oh Dax.” She’d stopped calling him Falcon, which was just fine by him.

  “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come. Need you to come with me.”

  “Yes, oh yes.” Her ass pushed back against him. “Now, Dax, come now.”

  Pressing her clit, he let himself go, thrusting long and hard and deep. She trembled and pulsed around him. And then, as his cli
max ripped through him and he let out a wrenching groan, she cried out again too.

  He held both of them on their feet as shudders wracked their bodies, then faded to ripples and finally eased. Still keeping an arm around her, he slid out of her body. “Can you stand?”

  “Nope,” she muttered, her face half buried in the duvet. Without straightening, she crawled up on the bed. “Oh, my God.”

  “You can say that again.” He pulled down the covers and flopped onto the bed. “Come on, Lily. Climb in.”

  “You say that like I have control over my muscles,” she grumbled, but with a smile she found her way under the covers to lie beside him. She curled on her side and studied him. “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

  “It was that or nipple clamps.”

  “Okay, that’s my excuse.”

  “It was good, though. Right?”

  “Very good.”

  “See what happens when you trust me?”

  “Yes, Falcon,” she said demurely. Then she yawned. “Even with all that caffeine, I’m beat.”

  “Sleep, sweetheart.” He touched his lips to hers.

  “Did I tell you how glad I am that you’re here?”

  “Me too.” He kissed her again, felt her suppress a yawn, and chuckled. “Go to sleep.”

  “Mmm.” She rolled onto her side. “Good night, my love.”

  He spooned his body around the familiar curve of hers and put his arm around her.

  She caught his hand between hers, and it was mere seconds before her hands relaxed and her breathing slowed in sleep.

  Oh yes, he was glad he was here. This felt so right.

  Yet he had to wonder what Lily would do if he decided he truly never wanted to have children.

  Thirty-three

  Vancouver dumped rain as Lily and Dax drove to her parents’ house Sunday evening. Lily was tired, but satisfied about how the weekend had gone so far. They’d talked, walked, shared meals, had sex, and talked some more. They’d brainstormed what the future might look like. Although they still hadn’t found that “amazing solution” and Dax hadn’t had a breakthrough on the subject of wanting kids, she was hopeful. In her mind was the fear he’d issue a “kids versus husband” ultimatum, but she tried her best to shove that thought to the far back.

  He pulled the car into the cobblestone parking area. “Two family dinners in the space of two weeks,” he said dryly. “This must really prove I love you.”

  She squeezed his arm. “Look at it this way. We did Christmas, this is the New Year’s get-together, and then we’re in the clear until Easter. No, wait, there’s Regina’s birthday at the end of February.” That was how her parents did it: meals at their house or at fancy restaurants for the big events, interspersed with weekly phone calls. Neither Lily nor her brother ever initiated get-togethers with their parents.

  Aldonza greeted them at the door and they wished each other a happy new year. When she took their coats, she said, “You look pretty, Miss Lily.”

  “Thanks. Everyone’s in the sitting room?”

  “Yes.”

  Dax turned to Lily. “You do look pretty, sweetheart.”

  Rather than wear the usual tailored dress or pant suit, she’d chosen black silk evening pants and the butterfly top worn over the blue tank. “You look great, too,” she told Dax. He wore black dress pants and a shirt the color of coffee with cream.

  He took her hand and they walked down the hall. Quiet voices came through the open door of the sitting room. A happy squeal that could only be Sophia quickened Lily’s footsteps.

  When they entered the room, formally decorated in shades of cream and charcoal, Lily’s parents were in their usual chairs, with Anthony and Regina on a couch, an empty bassinet beside them. Regina held Sophia while Anthony tickled his daughter under the chin, eliciting another squeal.

  “Happy new year,” Lily said. As everyone echoed the greeting, she crossed over to Regina. “There’s my gorgeous niece. Can Aunt Lily hold you?”

  Regina said, “She’d like that,” and Lily scooped the baby into her arms, warm and sweet-smelling in her footed sleeper dotted with butterflies. Delighted, Lily crooned, “Look at our clothes, precious. We’re both butterfly girls.”

  Regina rose to tuck a burp cloth between Sophia’s face and Lily’s shoulder. “Let’s protect that incredible top. Who’s the designer? I’d love to get one, if you wouldn’t mind.”

  “A friend. She doesn’t do them commercially.” She made a mental note to see if Kim might be prevailed on to make a top for Regina’s birthday. “She does design umbrellas, though, and she’s launching a new business. I’ll give you her card.”

  “Your friend is an umbrella designer?” Lily’s mother sounded disapproving.

  Lily turned to her, the baby in her arms. “And very talented.”

  “Hmm. Well, come give me a kiss.”

  An imp made Lily pass Sophia, along with her burp cloth, to Dax. “Here, you look after your niece for a minute.”

  His big arms cradled the child a little awkwardly, but very securely. Sophia looked so tiny compared to him, yet she gazed up at him with a bright smile and a happy gurgle.

  Lily went over to air-kiss her mother’s carefully made-up cheek then touch her dad’s shoulder. He wasn’t much for kisses.

  He got to his feet. “A martini, Lily? Dax, Scotch neat?”

  They both agreed to her father’s suggestions. Dax had told her the best things about her parents’ house were Aldonza’s cooking and her father’s Glenfiddich single-malt Scotch.

  “I was surprised,” her father said, “when Lily told us you’d be coming today, Dax. I thought you’d gone back up north.”

  “Change of plans,” he said.

  Lily retrieved Sophia from his arms. “We’re tired of being apart.” She went to sit on a two-seater sofa.

  “What work are you doing now then?” her father asked, handing a glass of Scotch to Dax and starting on Lily’s martini.

  “Don’t know yet,” he said laconically.

  Lily suppressed a sigh. No, it wasn’t in Dax’s nature to make nice with her parents.

  “You gave up a job without having another lined up?” her mother said. “That’s hardly responsible.”

  All right, that was going too far. Lily jumped to his defense. “Dax is always responsible. And he has a number of options.” And, really, why should they lay them out for her parents? None would win approval, because Dax would never be the medical specialist they wanted for a son-in-law. If her parents had been different people, she could have told them about the people he rescued, the lives he saved, and they’d have been proud and happy that she married such a fine man. She smiled at Dax as he collected her martini from her father and came to sit beside her.

  Then she took a breath. Might as well get all the criticism over with at once. “Speaking of options, I’m making some changes at the Well Family Clinic.”

  “What changes?” Her father resumed his chair. “And why?”

  “I want to work fewer hours and spend most of those hours with patients. I want to give the other doctors and the staff more options as well, and more voice. I’m hiring a manager and once that person’s in place we’ll do some brainstorming and analyze various models. I’ll get Dax’s input too. He has some great ideas.”

  As she spoke, Dax caught the slipping burp cloth on her shoulder and straightened it.

  Sophia’s tiny hand reached for his finger. When he let her capture it, she popped it into her mouth and sucked on it. Not the most sanitary practice, but of the various things a baby might stick in her mouth, Dax’s finger had to be one of the least harmful.

  “It’s your clinic,” Lily’s father said disapprovingly. “You don’t want other people telling you how to run it.”

  “It is her clinic,” Dax said evenly. “She’s the one to decide how she wants to run it.” It was almost exactly what her dad had said, but phrased this way it pointed out that he was butting in.

  “If y
ou work fewer hours,” her mother said, “you’d have time for research or a clinical trial.”

  The warm weight of Sophia in her arms helped Lily stay calm. “I’m not interested in doing that, though I’ll probably continue to do volunteer work at the clinic in the Downtown Eastside. But mostly, I want a more balanced life and lots more time with my husband.”

  Glancing at Dax, she saw that Sophia’s rosebud mouth had released his finger. The baby’s head had tilted, curving into his big palm, and she appeared to be asleep. Holding his hand at that angle couldn’t be comfortable, but Dax didn’t move it. Did he see how wonderful this was? How could he not?

  “With your brain and discipline, you could do so much more,” her mother complained. “Family practice . . . Well, anyone can do that.”

  Lily sighed. She did believe her parents loved her, but their brand of love was tough to take.

  “Can just anyone do it with Lily’s degree of skill and commitment?” Dax said. “Besides, it’s what she enjoys and she should be happy in her work.” He leaned close to Lily and, with mischief sparking his gray eyes, murmured so only she could hear, “Probably not a wise move to mention your gran, right?”

  She stifled a snort of laughter.

  “It makes sense to me,” Anthony said, surprising her with his support. “Lily was the kid who stuck bandages all over her dolls. She’s a healer and a good one.”

  Regina nodded. “We trust her with Sophia’s care. We wouldn’t give our daughter’s medical care to just anyone.” Her crisp lawyer voice put a slight emphasis on the last word.

  “You’re thirty-two, Lily,” her mother said. “This is the time to build a career, not cut back on it.”

  She’d disappointed her parents again and they’d disappointed her too. Same old, same old. “Mom, Dad, I’m a grown woman. Trust me to decide what’s best for me. Practicing family medicine makes me happy, and so does spending time with Dax.” The imp poked her again, and she added, “I know you love me, so I hope you’ll be happy for me.”

  Dax’s eyes twinkled as he gave her an approving smile. “And that would appear to close the subject,” he said. “Those are our New Year’s resolutions. Make some changes in our work, spend more time together, and be happier. How about the rest of you?”