by Vi Keeland
“I won’t hurt you.” He coaxed her lips apart with his tongue.
She spread her palms across the expanse of his chest and up onto his shoulders. She liked the feel of him under her hands. As she explored his body, his tongue slowly explored her mouth. Sliding her hands lower, she stopped just where his towel began.
“Take it off,” he spoke against her lips.
She tugged at the towel, letting it fall to his feet. She couldn’t stop herself from looking down at his massive erection. He slipped a hand between her thighs and swiped his finger along her slit. “So nice and wet for me.”
She let her head fall against him and closed her eyes, indulging in the way his finger felt as he moved it inside her. With his other hand, he guided her to the bed, sitting on the edge as he continued to feel her from the inside. He pressed his lips against her stomach, licking just below her belly button.
Elyse rocked against his finger, forcing him to move deeper.
“Are you trying to come, kitten?”
She gripped his shoulders and thrust her hips forward as he inserted another finger. The sensation he created had her spiraling out of control. The room spun as the heat boiled inside her. When he pressed his thumb against her clit, she exploded all over his hand. Her knees buckled and she lost her balance, her hands grabbing him for support.
“Whoa.” He steadied her and then pulled her between his legs. “You okay?”
“That was – well – I don’t know what to say.”
“That good, huh?” He laughed. “See, nothing to be afraid of with me. I’ll bring you nothing but pleasure… even if it comes with a little pain.”
She leaned down and kissed him. “I’m still not sold on the pain part.”
“I want you to trust me.” He pressed the foil packet into her hand. “I’m giving you some control right now. Use it wisely.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I want to make you feel good.” She knelt down in front of him, taking his cock in her hand. “Would you like that?”
“You have no idea.” He guided her face closer to his body. “But now I want you to do what you want.”
She darted her tongue out, licking the pre-cum from his tip.
“Fuck!” burst from his lips.
His reaction encouraged her, so she swirled her tongue around his cock before taking more of him into her mouth. He twisted his fingers into her hair and pushed her further onto his shaft. She hummed around him as she took his balls in one of her soft hands. The more he tugged on her hair, the deeper she went.
“What a skilled mouth you have. If you keep that up I’m going to come down your pretty little throat.”
She gripped the base of his cock, wrapping her palm around it as she kept up her quick strokes with her mouth. The moans that came from deep within his chest told her he was close. His leg muscles stiffened against her shoulders and then his hot cum exploded inside her mouth. As the thick liquid slid down her throat he whispered her name. She licked him clean before releasing her hold and looking up at him. She saw the approval in his eyes.
“That was perfect.” He pulled her up into his lap and kissed her.
“We didn’t get to use the condom.”
“We have plenty of time.” He moved his hand up and down her back in long, deliberate strokes.
Pressing her nose into his neck, she took in his musky male scent.
“This has been – the most – incredible day.” She cuddled closer to him. “I don’t want it to end.”
“Today has to end, but we have tomorrow… and the next day…” He hugged her against him. “And as many days as you’ll stay.”
“You really do want me here, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
“I’ve been alone for a long time.” He didn’t offer any more on the subject. “Crawl under the covers. I’ll pour us some wine.”
“You’re demanding.”
“You like it.” He lifted her off his lap and swatted her backside. “Get comfortable.”
“Yes, Sir.” She laughed.
“You’re walking a dangerous line, little one.” He strode over to where he’d left the wine. Elyse couldn’t help but admire the way his ass clenched when he walked. She watched as he uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses.
She propped the pillows against the headboard and settled in under the covers. Logan handed her a drink before scooting in behind her. He pulled her against his chest, inhaling the sweet smell of her hair before placing several soft kisses on her neck.
Reveling in the way he made her feel, she leaned back against him. She liked that he could be rough and dirty, but he had a tender side as well. His attentiveness to her had her just as turned on as his Dominant side.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he moved his fingers down her stomach.
“You say you like things rough and you like to Dominate, but you want to make sure I’m okay with things. You allowed me to take the lead. I guess I don’t understand the game.”
“It’s not a game and if I expect you to do what I want, I have to make sure you’re comfortable.” He moved his fingers lower, skimming them across her pubic bone. “I like that you’re bare. I can’t wait to taste you.”
His words shot straight through her and landed between her thighs. “Where did your – Dominant side – come from?”
“Interesting question.” He finished his wine and then placed the glass on the bedside table. “My mother’s family is very wealthy. They come from old money. My father couldn’t deal with it. He came from a long line of civil workers. Cops and firemen. My parents were mismatched. I think maybe my mother was going through some sort of rebellious stage when she married him.”
“They didn’t last?” She sipped her wine.
“Shortly after I was born they divorced, and my mother got sole custody. I really didn’t see my dad much after that.”
“He abandoned you?”
“He tried to be there in the beginning, but my mother wasn’t easy to deal with, and I think it was easier for my dad to just stay away.”
“Do you see him now?”
“He passed away a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry.” She looked into his eyes searching for signs of pain or sorrow.
“Don’t be.” His lips found hers again. “We weren’t close. He wasn’t there for me most of my life.”
“That must have been hard.”
“Sometimes.” He kissed her. “My mother had a lot of boyfriends through the years and the one thing I noticed was she always had the control. Most men stayed with her because of her money. She was happy to supply the cash as long as she had all the say. When I was seventeen, she married Alan. He’s ten years younger than her. Now I can’t say what they do in the bedroom, but he is totally submissive in every other aspect.”
“They’re still together?”
“Yes and they seem happy, too. But after watching men bow to my mom all those years, I guess it shaped who I am. I didn’t want to be like them. I wanted to be strong and in control. It carried over into the bedroom.”
“You told me you’re not hardcore. What does that mean?” She wanted to understand him, and his needs.
“I’ve dabbled. I’ve attended play parties and used services to hook me up with subs for a night or a weekend.”
“Did you like being with that type of woman?”
“When I was with them.” He grinned. “To answer your question, as much as I like to play, it’s not an arrangement I find appealing twenty-four hours a day.”
“What do you want to do with me? I have no experience in that lifestyle.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her to his lips. “I may have vocalized my desires last night when I had too much to drink, but it doesn’t have to be on my terms. I want to be with you. Us.”
He slipped his fingers between her legs and ran them along her entrance. Every one of his touches demanded her lust for
him – making her instantly crave more.
“I don’t know how much I can handle, but I like your Dominant side. I want you to show me.”
As he fingered her, he attacked her mouth, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip.
She turned and got up on her knees so she could face him. “Show me now.”
Chapter Six
Logan took the glass from her hand and set it on the nightstand. He’d meant what he said when he told her he wanted her with or without the games. After spending the day together, it was her he wanted, not just her submissive side. For the first time in his life, he wanted more than sex with a woman.
“Let’s take it slow.” He reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out a silk scarf. “Trust me?”
“I want to but I’ve never been tied down before.”
“Is that off the table? A hard limit, perhaps?” Logan realized he should have prepared her for this encounter. She had never done anything like this and she had no idea what to expect.
“Hard limit?”
“Something you won’t even consider. A soft limit is one you’ll let me push. That’s where the trust comes in.”
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.” He stroked her cheek. “So there is no misunderstanding.”
“I can trust you enough to try.”
“Good girl.” He wrapped the scarf around her eyes, tying it behind her head. His cock ached to get inside her. He kept replaying that amazing blowjob she given him over and over again in his mind. “If I do something you don’t like, all you have to do is pick a word to tell me to stop – something you wouldn’t say to me normally.”
“Why?”
“It’s called a safeword. I want to use one you’ll easily remember. You’ve expressed concerned about being tied down. You need a safety net and if you say that word, I’ll know you don’t want to continue.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Will you do something I don’t like?” Hearing the apprehension in her voice, he understood the amount of courage it took for her to trust him.
“I’ll try not to. I realize you’re not used to any of this, so you’ll probably want things at certain times during the scene. You are allowed to ask permission if I allow you to talk, but I have the right to deny any requests. That’s what your safeword is for. You never have to do anything you truly don’t want to do.”
“Spinach.”
“What?” he asked.
“Spinach. That’s my word.”
He wrinkled his nose and then kissed her again before easing her onto her back. “Tonight will be about exploration. I want to learn your body.” He spread her legs apart, taking in the beautiful sight of her glistening folds. “I wonder if I can make you come with my tongue.”
“Please.”
“Begging? I like that.” He positioned himself between her thighs, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. “But there will be no begging tonight. I’ll give you everything you need, cupcake.”
He kissed the inside of her thigh. “You may not touch me.” He ran the tip of his tongue along her slit. “I want you to focus on the way I make you feel.”
She lifted her hips off the bed urging him to take more of her.
“I’m in control, remember?” He wasn’t cruel. He’d have to allow her to make mistakes. His world was new to her and they hadn’t even begun to discuss all of the rules and expectations.
He responded by spreading her open with his fingers and licking her with long slow swipes. Her legs tensed against his shoulders.
“Logan.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
“No touching.” He slapped her backside.
“Hey!”
“Uh, oh.” He laughed. “You may require some discipline. I thought maybe we could skip to the good stuff on our first night, but…” He trailed off, trying to decide how he wanted to proceed.
“No,” she said. “I’ll behave.”
“I don’t think so.” He moved away from her, reaching into the nightstand to grab two more silk scarves. He straddled her hips. “Still want to play?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Fuck you. Hard. Eventually.” He smirked. “But I see I’m going to have to restrain you.” He watched her face for any signs of distress, but he saw none. He took her hands and tied them together, placing them above her head. With the second scarf he secured her to the bedpost.
Logan had played with some experienced subs before, and while he’d found satisfaction in it, the rigors and responsibilities that came with being a lifestyle Dom weren’t for him. That was why he hadn’t pursued a real relationship in the lifestyle. He couldn’t be selfish and not give back everything a submissive needed. He liked to be in charge. And at the end of the night, he wanted the satisfaction that he had pleased his woman, but that was all. He hadn’t ever wanted a long term relationship. At least that was what he’d told himself. It wasn’t until today that he realized he could hope for more.
“Now you will obey me.”
She sighed in frustration as she tested her restraints.
“Where was I?”
He crawled in between her legs, spreading her thighs and lowering his head. “I like the way you taste.” He took his time, kissing and licking her slit before adding his fingers to massage inside her.
“Oh…” Breaths escaped her lips in tiny gasps.
He smiled against her mound before diving into her pussy with his tongue. She thrust her hips forward, rocking against his face. It didn’t take her long to let go and release. She screamed out his name as her legs contracted against his shoulders and then she sank limply into the mattress.
Logan reached into the drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a condom. He quickly sheathed himself before crawling on top of her and pulling the blindfold from her eyes.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“I want you to look into my eyes while I do this.” He sat up on his knees, wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed inside her.
Her eyes widened when he started to move.
“Feel me, kitten? All of me.” Logan didn’t give her time to respond. He increased his pace pounding into her with an unrestrained force. She raised her hips off the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust. He needed her closer to him, so he bent down and untied her, pulling her up into his lap.
“May I touch you now?” she asked.
“I’d like nothing more.”
She put her palms against his stomach and ran them up over his chest and across his shoulders. “You’re so strong.” She leaned forward, trailing kisses along his jaw and lips.
Her tenderness took his breath away. He slowed his movements, taking in their connection. He’d always taken his partners fast and hard. Never allowing for any kind of intimacy other than what was necessary to assure the sub’s soundness after the heat of the moment. This encounter seemed different. When he felt his stomach muscles tightening, he mentally cursed himself for wanting to give in so soon. He slowed his pace easing her onto her back.
Her bottom lip trembled as she gripped his shoulders.
“Harder,” he whispered through heated breath. “I want you to take all of me. Wrap your legs around me.”
She lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist. He slid balls deep into her heat.
He dug his fingers into her hips, raised her off the bed and pounded into her. “Oh God, you’re so tight.” A sleek sheen of sweat formed over his skin as he allowed himself to be caught up in her frenzy. The more he gave her the more he wanted. The feel of her warmth around his cock along with those sexy, little noises that escaped her lips were too much. Not to mention the fact that she’d obeyed him and never took her eyes away from his. Perfect!
“Elyse.” He swept her hair up into a makeshift ponytail and tugged her head back, nipping and sucking on her neck. “You are mine now.”
He closed his eyes, exploding into the condom as he swiveled his hips against her a few more times. She claspe
d his biceps and cried out before dropping her head to rest on his shoulder.
He stroked her back as he kissed her hair. He waited until her breathing returned to normal before rolling off her.
“I’ll be right back, beautiful.”
She crawled under the blankets and snuggled into the pillows.
Get comfortable, cupcake. You’re not going anywhere tonight.
Logan went into the bathroom to discard the condom and get a warm washcloth for Elyse. On his way back, he picked up the plate of cheese and fruit that he’d left by the fireplace and placed it on the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Elyse for a few moments. She looked like she had fallen asleep. So peaceful and relaxed. He leaned down and kissed her cheek before standing back up.
“Hey.” She reached for his hand. “Where are you going?”
“I thought you’d fallen asleep.”
“No, I was just so relaxed laying here in your bed.”
“Are you okay?”
She nodded.
“I want words.”
“I’m more than okay.”
“The restraints weren’t too much?” He rubbed her wrists. “You didn’t mind being tied down?”
“I…” She looked down.
“Tell me.” He knelt down and tilted her chin so she had to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“The blindfold and the scarves were exciting. I’ve never been so aroused.”
“I’ll have to remember to keep you restrained a little longer next time.”
“I like the thought of a next time.”
“Me too.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Can I get you anything?”
“Where were you going when you thought I was asleep?”
“I was going to fix myself a drink.”
“Do you have to get a drink?” She glanced at their abandoned glasses from earlier. “We still have the wine.”
“I usually have a drink or two before I call it a night. But I don’t have to.” Drinking himself into a stupor had just become part of his routine for the past six months – but only because he didn’t have anything better to do. “I’m not an alcoholic.”
