And find it, he did. The kisses they had shared should have prepared her for his talented tongue, but Tally was still caught off guard. It had been a long time since someone had so delighted in tasting her clit, and had so willingly and wantingly plumbed the depths of her pussy with their tongue. Liam didn’t need direction at all; he was expert at this, and all without the assistance of his hands. He circled, nibbled, licked and nipped at her clit, tasting her folds and welcoming the flood of wetness that he caused her to unleash.
“Holy shit, Liam,” Tally breathed, dropping her head into her arms on the headboard. “Oh, good, oh God. Yes.” Her breath was shallow, and she was rocketing toward her climax. He made delicious noises as he feasted on her, driving her. His tongue ran circles around her entrance, traveling back up to pay homage to her clit again. “Yes, Liam. Oh, yesss.”
He sucked her hard into his mouth and with a nip, sent her flying into a climax. She dropped her head onto the headboard with a voiceless cry, undulating over his willing and more-than-able mouth as he continued to feast on her. Tally took a long moment to regain her senses and climb down from the high. Running her hands through his hair, she moved back down Liam’s body, finding a delighted smirk on his face and silk coating his chin.
The wantonness of the image made her lean down and kiss him hard, tasting herself on his lips. “You’re good at that, Liam. Very good.”
“Thank you, mistress. It’s a favorite of mine.”
“Mm. So noted.” She swiped her finger over his chin to remove the remains of herself there. Reaching back on the bed as she sidled down further, over his weeping erection, she held up another toy. “Do you know what this is?”
He didn’t by the confusion that passed over his face. “I don’t.” Tally pulled the clamp chain, causing Liam to moan in unexpected delight, and add, “Mistress.”
“This is a cock ring.” She held the strings up. “But it’s not a traditional one. I like to call it a cock lasso.” His faced darkened, and she paused. “Color?”
“Yellow, Mistress,” he said. “I’m not sure about this.”
“Let me show you, and then you can tell me if it’s a red or a stop.”
He nodded wordlessly, which should have earned a punishment. But Tally had to go gently with him. She slipped the bottom loop over his sac and pulled the fastener tight. She saw him wince, but didn’t tell her a color. She slipped the other half of the loop up over his shaft, and down to the base to tighten it. Glancing up at him, she smiled. “All dressed up, and only one place to go.”
Liam had his eyes closed. Tally took him in hand and gently stroked him. “Color?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“It’s wrong.”
“What part of you is saying that?” Tally took the chain of the clamps and pulled very lightly on it, to remind him of what he’d already let happen.
“My head,” he answered.
She leaned forward. “Open your eyes, Liam, and tell me what your cock thinks of this.”
Liam opened his eyes slowly. “It doesn’t dislike it.”
“Good,” she said. “See if your dick can convince your mind this isn’t bad.” She continued to pump him very slowly, seductively. Tally loved the feel of a hard cock in her hand, and Liam was larger than the average man. She wanted him, but he was in control.
Liam blinked a few times. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you use that?”
“Keeps your erection lasting longer,” Tally explained.
“I don’t think I have a problem with that…”
Tally smirked. “Not this time, but if you want to play with me again another night, we’ll be using it. It’s only snug right now. For sensation.” She offered him a smile. “Imagine how much fun we can have if you could stay up for hours…”
He let out a breath, and his body slowly convulsed, pulling on the ropes. He seemed to relax a bit after that, and his erection twitched again in her hand. “Hours.”
“Hours, Liam,” she repeated.
She watched him flex his hand, and a moment later, he whispered, “Green.”
“Good boy.”
Tally reached for the condom on the bed and had it on him in an instant. She moved up his body, wrapping her hands around him to guide him into her.
“Mistress,” Liam breathed again before she could sink onto him. “Mistress, please. I can’t touch you, but please let me see your breasts. I know they are magnificent. Please.”
Tally released his erection and pulled the chain sharply. “You’re topping from the bottom, Liam. That usually garners a punishment. You don’t know the rules, though…so I’ll give your request a pass this time.” She quickly discarded the piece of lingerie keeping her breasts from his sight. “After all, you did such a magnificent job of making me come already.”
His hands jerked the ropes as he let out a little whimper of appreciation. “You have nipple rings…”
“One in each, that’s right,” she answered. “Do you like them?” Tally snaked her hands over herself and grabbed the tiny, thin silver hoops. She tugged on them gently, teasing both him and herself. The pull was just a little bit of a bite, a sweet little pain.
“Oh, God yes,” he breathed, watching her with rapt attention.
Tally leaned forward with one hand on either side of him, and down to whisper in his ear. The movement pressed his cock into her stomach, making them both painfully aware of it. “Do you want me to fuck you, Liam?”
“Please, mistress, please,” he said.
Tally pulled her hips up, allowing him to slip back. The covered crown of his erection grazed over her clit and nestled into the waiting opening of her wet pussy. She quickly reached back to steady his thick shaft and lowered herself onto him.
Oh. It had been too long since she had a man who could make her feel so wonderfully full. Tally settled herself on him as his breath caught when he nudged against her end, deep inside. Liam’s face told the whole story. He was lit with excitement as Tally started to move on him, slowly at first. She savored the sensation of his cock stretching her, pulling her. She watched his hands pull the ropes tight as he tried to reach for her.
In the next heartbeat, when Liam realized he wouldn’t be able to touch her, he wrapped his hands around the ropes to hold on. A natural. Tally moved over him, rewarding him for picking up that solution so quickly.
“Do you like watching me up here, Liam?” Another tug and this time she let go of the chain.
“Yes, mistress,” he managed to breathe out.
His chest heaved in rhythm with her movements. She watched his lips tremble with an unspoken request, and curiosity got the best of her. Not slowing her motions, Tally leaned down with her hands on his chest. “What is it? I see the question there.”
He didn’t hesitate to answer. “I want to touch you.” Liam’s eyes fell immediately to her breasts, which hung tantalizingly close to his abs. “I want to taste your breasts.”
“My, but you’re bold.” Tally teased him.
“I was given permission to speak, mistress.” He smiled, then rolled his eyes back as she came down on him hard, taking him deep. “I didn’t want to squander the opportunity.”
Tally sat up and reached behind her in a fluid movement, unfastening his feet with a quick, easy motion. He pulled them apart and she fell onto his rigid cock hard, rendering them both senseless for just a moment. As soon as she regained herself, Tally leaned forward again and this time, because his feet were free, Liam was able to maneuver just enough to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth.
He instantly snagged the ring with his tongue and pressed against his teeth, imprisoning her nipple between his lips. He took full advantage of it and suckled, sending shocks of electricity through her. The sensation shot down to her sex where she drew his erection in and out of herself in rough movements.
Liam’s mouth slipped over to her other breast, and h
e took her between his lips, sucking as if he were starving. Tally loved each movement of his talented tongue against her—nearly as much as she enjoyed his now thrusting cock. He kept rhythm with her, doubling the pleasure they were both feeling.
And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t care to give one of her directives to the man she was with. She always made them wait for her pleasure first—without question. She always gave them theirs, but there was something different with Liam. He was so willing, so completely able to keep up with her without direction. He somehow instinctively understood that she would make him come, hard, and they would share the ecstasy in that.
He had not once invoked her anger. Not once. Everything she told him, he obeyed immediately. There was no condescending smirk that accompanied his ‘yes, mistress.’ Each reply had been sincere, seeking the erotic release she had promised. So long since she had been believed and respected the first time.
Tally’s climax was just on the horizon, not far away from her. This was her favorite part, the sensations that tripped through her body as she waited for her orgasm. The part where at one time, she would have been panting and begging her sir, “Make me come, please!” Now, she chased it, seeking the cramping, tightening sensation that meant complete release. She hunted it, her weapon the cock that she rode. She took pleasure from and gave back full measure by learning their body and making them obey her, making them come just as hard as she did.
His teeth on her beaded peak snapped her back to the moment, gasping at the build that her entire body was rushing toward. Liam was peering up at her as he bit down gently. It was sweet, bitter pain, and he could see that she liked the feeling.
Gathering herself, she smiled at him. She knew what she needed.
“Harder,” she whispered.
Liam thrust his hips up, filling her pussy completely as his teeth clamped down harder on her nipple.
Lightning exploded behind her eyes, her climax ripping through her, from nipple to clit and flying through her blood. Pulling and tugging and making her deaf and blind at once, Tally reveled in the pleasure that ripped through her body and mind.
Still in the throes of climax, she reached up and released the ropes holding Liam’s arms. His hands instantly gripped her hips as he slammed his dick all the way into the warm, welcoming channel. Tally let him do what he wanted—he had done so well, with no training, no direction.
“Oh, shit.” He gasped a heartbeat after he had grabbed her hips.
“Come for me, Liam,” Tally commanded.
He obeyed, groaning out her name. He pulsed as he thrust to fill her. Tally watched him come, his face tight with desire, ecstasy, and lids shut as his eyes twitched and shook behind them.
One of her favorite images—a man in the throes of orgasm. She only enjoyed it more when that man was beneath her and inside her—like this handsome, muscled specimen. Tally was sure she could get used to seeing that face, four, five times a day.
“Oh, God.” Liam finally gasped, regaining his control, slowly. Tally agreed as she stilled on him. He surged from the bed and caught her mouth with his, twirling his tongue with hers, enjoying her mouth. Tally found she had no interest in resisting him. His arms brought her down and close to him and…
Tally liked it.
It had been too many years since she enjoyed having a man hold her. She liked their touch, she was always pleased with how they could help her with her hunt for her climax. But there had been no one who had made her feel comfortable with them after she had finished.
And yet, here, she did.
“You weren’t kidding about amazing, Mistress.”
“The scene is over, Liam. You don’t have to call me that now.” Liam clearly understood what that meant and toyed with the little silver hoop in her nipple, no teasing intended. Just simple curiosity.
“You really like those.” Tally smiled and found his sleepy gaze on her to be natural, normal. Familiar.
“I do,” he said. “Do we get to sleep here? With you? I’m feeling a little beat down.”
Tally chuckled. “We haven’t gotten to that yet.” His eyes slid to hers, wide and shocked. “Don’t worry. When we get there, you’ll be begging for it.”
“Damn.” He blew out a breath.
“But, yes, we can stay here. We are licensed as a hotel, so may as well use that.”
Liam grabbed the blankets and laughed as he pulled them up, over them. “Should I bother taking the ropes off my arms?”
“Mm, take them off.”
He pulled his arms up and slipped the ropes off. In the sweet, dim light of the room, Tally took one of his wrists and looked at the rope marks on his skin. She liked the pattern and what they meant to her. She kissed the inside of his wrist as they settled back in. “Such a natural sub, Liam. Wonderful, natural submission.”
She drifted off to sleep, peacefully.
Seven
Tuesday morning
The black patent leather pumps he’d been waiting for all Monday finally appeared not too long before lunch on Tuesday. He twisted the last cap on the wire he was adding in the junction and dusted his hands off. Liam stood and found Tally’s furious, burning eyes boring into him.
“I would see you my office in twenty minutes.”
He looked at his watch. “Twenty minutes is lunch.”
“Office. Twenty minutes.”
“A command, mistress?” He snapped off the words.
“A command, Mister Dunfrees, that you’d better heed if you remember who signs your paychecks here at The Club.”
He cocked his head. “Twenty minutes then.”
She turned smartly and walked away down the hall, disappearing a moment later. Liam looked down at the work he had just started to wrap up. It was the first of what was planned to be six to eight weeks of upgrades in the electrical system before he could start installing the new system. He wondered if he was going to be around to see it through.
Leaning back down, he finished the work on the junction box, bolting it into the beam after making sure all wires inside were secure and connected properly. He would make sure the work he’d done was up to snuff, leaving clear directions what he had done when Tally fired him in twenty minutes.
Maybe it had been cowardly of him, or maybe it had been the best thing for his own ego, but he had walked out of the club the Thursday night before once Tally had drifted off. He gathered his clothes and left, without a word or a note. He had carefully avoided her the next day, flat out ignored her texts and calls all weekend by spending it in a drunken stupor in Houston and crawling back Monday to carefully avoid her again.
Liam was really shocked it took her this long to hunt him down.
But what did she expect of him? She’d called him submissive. She may as well have grabbed his balls and yanked them off too.
There was no denying that he enjoyed everything she had done. It was one of the kinkiest and most amazing nights he’d ever had. Watching her work, and work him over, was every man’s freaking wet dream come to life. And he was good with all of it.
Except being called submissive.
He wasn’t submissive. He wasn’t a guy who wanted to be led around on a leash and used as an ottoman and have his nuts crammed into a forced chastity cage. He was a man. He was male. He wasn’t going to crawl around on his hands and knees to please any woman.
Flowers, chocolates, massages, dinners, extravagant vacations. All things he could and would do. All things he could imagine doing, with no prompting or hints. But her submissive shit? No way, count him out.
Liam grunted as he put the wallboard back in place to cover the hole he’d had to make. He taped it over and made a note to come back and actually spackle it over. He would never dream of leaving the job half finished.
Exactly twenty-one minutes later, he knocked on the door to Tally’s office. He heard her call permission to enter, and he pushed into the room.
Looking just as sexy as ever, Tally was waiting behind the desk. He
r hair was pulled up into a no-nonsense bun and her suit was impeccably tailored and pressed. She was sorting through some papers that clearly had her exasperated.
“Please, sit down, Liam.” She didn’t look up.
He dropped into the chair and watched her. He remembered the look on her face that night as she came around him and his damn dick betrayed him, twitching with a desire to prick up. He did his best to ignore it and wait until Tally was ready.
It wasn’t a moment before she gathered the papers together and put them to the side with a vehement swear. She grabbed the coffee mug and took a sip, and it was obvious that was buying time before she addressed the situation of him sitting there.
On par for her, she hit the heart of the matter. “Where the hell were you?”
“Away.” Liam didn’t mince words either. “From you.”
“I thought you enjoyed what we did.”
“I did.” He nodded a confirmation. His dick bobbed its agreement.
“Then where did you go?”
“I told you. Away,” he repeated.
“That’s not a place, Liam. That’s an excuse.”
He heaved a breath. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Tally shook her head. “No, you don’t. But I could have the courtesy of one.” She leaned forward, resting her arms on the desk. “I enjoyed Thursday night, Liam. What went wrong? I didn’t hear you say stop or call any other color except yellow and green.”
He worked his jaw for a moment. “I did enjoy it. Everything. Right up to the part where you called me a submissive.”
Tally rolled her eyes and shook her head in disgust. “And you took that as an insult?”
“What the hell else am I going to take it as?” Liam’s voice was sharp.
“You did everything right, Liam,” she said. “Everything was perfect. I didn’t have to give you direction, over and over. You never smirked or laughed at what I was doing. You were into everything I did. The clamps, the cock ring, the ropes. You have a natural disposition for submission.”
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