“Enough,” he said firmly, guiding her head back to the throbbing erection that stood proudly between them.
She opened her lips and tried to take him slowly, but he forced himself resolutely down her throat. Her hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, and her lips met her fist. His movements became demanding, his hands holding her steady while he thrust in and out of her mouth.
This is what it means when someone fucks your mouth. The surrender of it made her shudder with want. She simply marveled at the force and control he exercised. She moved her hand in sync with his thrusts, jerking him off and blowing him simultaneously. She was becoming aroused by his actions—or hers, she didn’t know which. She didn’t care.
As she moaned, the vibrations enhanced the sensations she was causing and his thrusts became erratic. He was going to come.
“Swallow it all, sub. Take what I give you.” She looked up at him, expecting anger or annoyance since he’d had to tell her what to do. Instead she saw sheer ecstasy.
Somehow she took him just a little bit deeper without gagging. The slight change in pressure had an effect on him, and he began to moan. His sounds bred arousal in her, and she increased the suction and stroked his perineum and the delicate skin of his scrotum. Remembering how she’d reacted to the feel of his touch at her rear entrance, she ran her finger back and pressed against his anus. His groan made her quiver and, much to her surprise, made her even wetter.
She could smell her arousal. Methodical, rational thought became impossible. She reacted to every slight change in his hands, wanting to give him what he wanted, and within moments he came, thrusting hard against the entrance to her throat. Her gag reflex nearly won out, but she resisted it, needing to give him what he demanded.
After his cock stopped twitching in her mouth, she felt him soften slightly while she tongued him. When she finally pulled her mouth from him, his cock was only semierect and his breathing had finally become even.
He pulled her to her feet, and she wobbled. Her legs hadn’t been steady to begin with, and the longing that had grown while she pleasured him had made it worse.
His lips met hers in a possessive kiss. He took from her, the way he’d taken her mouth with his cock. His hand grasped the nape of her neck, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. He must have tasted himself on her tongue, but he clearly didn’t mind.
As much as she’d felt unsettled almost every time she’d been with him, the feeling of disorientation was different this time. Some part of her, not even buried that deep, was proud of what she’d done. She’d pleased him. Giving him pleasure was something that she could understand. The idea of someone giving her pleasure or praise had never sat right with her, but she could certainly wrap her brain around making someone else happy.
He guided her to the bedroom, pulling her onto the bed, and snuggling with her under the warm comforter.
She buried her face in his chest, and he held her, stroking her back and kissing her hair.
Finally she pulled away, wanting a breath of fresh air she couldn’t get with her face pressed firmly against him.
He took her chin in his hand and raised her face to his.
“You are magnificent, Victoria.”
She flushed and looked down, fixing her gaze on his chest. If she looked too far down, she’d have been staring at his cock, which she thought was almost as terrible as looking in his eyes.
“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart.” His fingers under her chin were insistent, forcing her to make eye contact.
The warmth of his gaze stunned her. She’d never been looked at with such adoration before, and it took her breath away. Tears pooled in her eyes, and her chest bloomed with happiness, something she hadn’t really felt in some time.
“I know that was pretty intense for you. How are you feeling?” he asked, lightly caressing her cheek.
“I’m fine,” she answered flatly. She hadn’t been able to process her feelings yet, so she certainly didn’t want to talk about them.
“That’s not how this works. We just had an intense scene together. You were crying about more than a spanking. I know that much. Tell me what you were feeling.”
The quiet, soothing tone was gone. That stern voice, the one she’d come to think of as his “dom voice,” was giving her a command. But she wasn’t a submissive, wasn’t his little sub, as he kept saying. Was she?
She shook her head at the thought, and anger swept through her.
Why does he have to mess this up?
Her face drew down in a frown at the thought. Thinking he had ruined something meant it had been something good, didn’t it? And that meant she’d liked it, that he was right about her after all, which was not a concept she was ready to embrace. She drew her arms tightly across her chest and tried to tamp down the anger she was feeling.
The sound of his throat clearing snapped her out of her reverie.
“You need to understand what’s happening. I might be able to help you with that. More importantly, I need to know what’s going on with you.” He sat up in the bed, his back against the headboard. Then he lifted her as if she were weightless, drawing her onto his lap again. “Why don’t I help you, since I have a feeling forcing you to talk right now is going to send us back in there for another spanking?”
Her mouth opened, about to speak, and he placed his finger over it to quiet her.
“We’re in the bedroom, darling. Mouth off to me here, at this moment, and you will leave me no choice. Nod if you understand me.”
Slowly she nodded, the waves of fury still crashing inside her. But she was a bright woman and recognized when a man was making an idle threat. This was not one of those times.
“Here’s what I think. I think you liked it. Not the pain, but the release that you got from the pain. There is a certain freedom to just letting go, knowing there’s nothing you can do except take what I give you. When I spanked you, I don’t think you were crying just because your ass hurt. We’re going to talk about that, whether you like it or not. Finally there was a moment there, when you were on your knees, that you understood what it meant to be a submissive. To want, more than anything, to please me. I think you liked that too. In fact, I think you liked it a lot. Enough to want to learn more.”
She expected him to have a smug look on his face, but when she finally stopped staring at the wall behind him and turned her attention to him, she saw caring and…something else. Hope?
“Now tell me why you were crying.”
Letting out a deep sigh, she struggled to organize her thoughts.
“I’m not sure. It was like this weight was crushing down on me, and then it lifted. When it was gone, things seemed brighter somehow.” She glared at him before adding, “But don’t make it like you didn’t hurt me, because you did. Being spanked hurt. It made me cry. You made me cry.”
He kissed her. “I did. I’ll do it again if I have to, because you need it. You’re carrying around a lot of guilt you shouldn’t own, and I’m going to help you get rid of it.” He smirked at her then. “I’d fuck it out of you if I thought that would work, but remember I’m the experienced one here. It was what you needed.” Losing the smirk, he added, “Glare at me again like that, and I’ll be able to relieve you of some more.”
Her eyes narrowed, and her chin jutted out slightly. “I’d tell you what I really think about that, but apparently I’m not free to speak my mind in my own bedroom. Assuming I’m free to make some basic decisions, I believe I’ll take a shower now.”
She tried to shimmy off his lap, but he held her firmly in place.
“I can see you’re going to be a bit of a brat at times.” He smiled and shrugged. “That’s okay. I like a challenge, and it’ll be even better when you submit to me knowing how much you have to overcome to get there. I think that part of it, the part that requires you to exercise all that self-control, actually appeals to you. Make no mistake, though. You will submit to me. Just like you did before.” He stroked her breas
t, sending a jolt of arousal straight to her center. He tugged on her nipple, and the zing bounced back and forth, breast to pussy, until she shifted in his lap, trying to ease the want.
His hand moved down toward her lap, and she clasped her thighs together, not wanting him to know how he affected her. He shook his head and tsk-tsked as he pulled her legs open and rubbed her firmly with his hand. Going straight for her clit, he knew exactly how to inflame her. Once again, though, as she got close, he stopped.
He brought his wet finger to her mouth, painting her lips with her own moisture.
“Another lesson for you, sweetheart. This is punishment. You don’t get to come.” Her eyes flew open at his words, her face again showing her fury.
“Why, you—”
Her words were cut off when he forced the finger into her mouth.
“I’m going to save you from yourself. Remember, you don’t get to come without my permission. Just to keep you from slipping up, we’ll shower together. I’ll help you make sure you’re nice and clean for this afternoon.” Almost as if he could read her mind, the moment she decided to bite the finger he’d pushed into her mouth, he pulled it out, chuckling.
“Let’s get moving. We’ve got things to discuss before we leave for the club.” He pushed her toward the edge of the bed and walked her to the shower, her anger flowing from her in waves. But underneath the anger, she was enthralled. Something about what he was doing and saying was making her crazy.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Vicki had convinced herself that sex was simply not something she was meant to enjoy. Realizing there was a way to enjoy it, but that way involved doing things she felt were a contradiction to everything she stood for as a strong professional woman, was almost too much. The way he was keeping her perpetually aroused made it even harder to think. He teased her mercilessly in the shower, bringing her back to the edge time and again with his mouth, his hands, even the spray of the water. Since he was always right there, she couldn’t do anything about it but try to ignore the constant throbbing between her legs.
After they’d dressed, he brought her back to the living room and began to explain what he called the protocols of the club. She would be his guest, and her behavior would be a direct reflection on him. He promised her again that he wouldn’t scene with her unless she specifically asked him to, but he secretly hoped she’d be begging for it.
The rules seemed onerous to her, but he patiently reviewed them one by one. She was to be respectful at all times, not speak to anyone other than him unless he gave her permission, and to “respect everyone else’s kinks.” When she raised her eyebrow at the last one, he explained that it was an offense of the highest order for her to judge anyone else engaged in whatever play they chose, and if she were to interrupt someone’s scene, she would be publicly punished for it. He emphasized the punishment element, letting her know he wouldn’t be able to do a thing to help her if she broke that rule.
“Remember, sweetheart, I’m taking you there to show you what’s on the menu. Doesn’t mean you have to order it, but if someone else does, it’s pretty rude to insult their choice, don’t you think?”
When he put it that way, she had to agree. Her stomach was in knots over what exactly this menu was going to contain, but her curiosity wouldn’t have allowed her to back out, even if Michael would. She wanted to know more.
Once she’d repeated back the rules and protocols successfully, twice, he told her it was time to get ready.
“One other thing, sweetie,” he said offhandedly. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the eye rolling. I’d watch that if I were you. I may be a bedroom dom, but the club means bedroom rules. If you can’t keep those looks under control, you may find it hard to sit down tomorrow.”
She blushed at that statement, made so matter-of-factly. He beckoned her to follow him to her bedroom, but she stopped in the kitchen for a drink of water and a break from his intensity. She was more than intrigued, but he was overpowering in so many ways. The thought of where they were going, what they were about to do, had her mind short-circuiting. By fingering her and toying with her off and on since breakfast, keeping her aroused but not letting her have an orgasm, he’d had her completely off center. Her nerves jangled with the need for release.
Upon entering the bedroom, she saw a beautiful robin’s egg blue baby doll nightie and matching panties laid out on the bed. Panties might have been a generous description, since they were closer to a thong than anything she’d ever worn. But the baby doll had a lace bodice with a rounded neck that didn’t appear to plunge too deeply, which made her feel better. Below the bodice it was flowing and sheer, with ruffled edges. All in all, it wasn’t nearly as risqué as some of the things she’d seen him examining.
“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice hesitant.
“It’s lovely. Thank you.” She held it up and noted the top reached midthigh. If it weren’t so sheer, it would have been almost demure. Except for the tiny scrap of fabric masquerading as panties.
He stepped behind her and wrapped an arm across her waist, pinning her hands to her sides. Fisting her hair with his other hand, he tilted her neck and bit the tender flesh below her ear.
“Would you do me a favor?” His lips and tongue created a slippery trail along her neck before going back to her ear to nibble on the lobe and breathe heavily, causing her to shiver. “Not a command, Vicki. I’m asking, because I know you’re nervous about some of this.”
She panted and tried to focus on his question. His lips brushing against the shell of her ear combined with the feeling of helplessness he caused by trapping her arms made it difficult to concentrate.
“What favor?” she asked breathlessly.
“Would you let me shave you bare?”
Her breath hitched.
“Think of how you’ll feel in those little panties with nothing between them and that hot, wet pussy of yours but skin. I promise you, I’ll make you glad you did it.” His hand had begun stroking her again, the fire inside her spiking at his words as much as the contact.
She considered his request and how much he’d thought about her modesty and her feelings in choosing the outfit, his trust in her that he’d bring her to this private club where he was a member, when she knew so little… Before she could really understand where the answer was coming from, she nodded.
“How do I feel about nodding, Victoria?”
She sighed as he slid his hand inside her yoga pants, presumably to tease her more wickedly than he had been doing by simply pushing the seam into her clit.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. Then, knowing it would please him, she said something that surprised even her. “Please shave my pussy, Sir.”
He groaned and cupped her mound, the warmth of his hand drawing a moan from her.
Just as quickly, he removed it and pulled her to the bathroom.
* * *
He added her lingerie to his backpack of sinful delights and held her hand until he’d seated her safely in the car. He even buckled her seat belt, planting a deep, slow kiss on her mouth before pulling back to close the door. Her pulse was racing, and she was seriously concerned that she’d die of a heart attack before they reached Club Marquis.
As they drove, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, pressing her thighs together in an effort to calm the aching need there. The act of him shaving her had to have been one of the most erotically frustrating things she’d ever experienced. He’d been so focused, digging through her vanity. He’d finally closed the linen closet door holding the last of what he said he needed, and she saw the supplies laid out on the counter next to the sink: the scissors she’d used to trim Kelly’s bangs, several disposable razors, shaving cream, a bottle of aloe vera gel she’d bought in Aruba after her first SPF selection error, and a stack of hand towels.
He had settled her on the counter and begun, a look of intense concentration on his face as he trimmed the hair as closely as possible. After cleaning up from that step of the process
, he’d run the water until it warmed and soaked a washcloth, laying it over her mound while he’d filled the sink.
After massaging the shaving cream everywhere, including places she was fairly certain were hairless, he’d begun the task in earnest. Periodically he’d teased her clit with his fingers, spiking her arousal before spreading her wide again to continue his work. Watching him, she’d felt a pang of jealousy when she decided this wasn’t the first time he’d done it. Finally he stood, looking smugly satisfied. The only thing that gave away his arousal was the bulge visible in his pants. She, on the other hand, had been almost delirious with want.
He’d drained the sink and then turned her so her ass was right at the edge, rinsing the area with clear, warm water. He’d pulled her distended lips apart and poured a steady stream right over her clit. She’d almost lost her mind. He’d chuckled while patting her dry with the towel and then massaged aloe into the freshly exposed skin. He’d left alone the places she’d most wanted touched. Once he’d finished, he had her stand and lean on the counter, rubbing aloe into the tender cheeks of her ass. She wasn’t really red anymore, but he’d wanted to make sure there was no residual irritation, since he hoped to pay close attention to her ass later in the evening.
She’d left the bathroom on shaky legs, the strange feeling of exposure between her thighs adding to her frustration. God, she’d wanted to come so badly it hurt.
The feel of his hand squeezing her thigh brought her back to reality. She looked out the window and saw the beginnings of dense suburbia.
“How much farther?”
“Are you that anxious?” He squeezed again, and she groaned, trying to pull away from him. “Not far. Maybe ten minutes.”
The rest of the drive was spent in silence, although he maintained his contact on her thigh most of the time, idly stroking but staying close to her knee. Even Michael had limits on how much torture he would mete out, and it was obvious to him that she was exactly where he needed her to be. Teasing her further would have just been cruel.
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