by M. S. Parker
I answered before I could second guess myself, knowing that was the only way I could get it out. “Yes.” I nodded. “Yes, I'll move in with you.”
Chapter 27
Dessert went back in the fridge and we went upstairs. There was a new sort of anticipation between us. I'd known when I'd come here that we'd be having sex tonight, but now that knowledge had a new weight to it. This wasn’t sex for a single night. I wouldn’t be staying over and then going back to my own place, wondering when we'd spend the night together again. This would be the first of many nights here. We hadn't yet decided on a specific time that I'd be moving in, but knowing it was there in the immediate future was enough.
He went into the bedroom first, carrying my bag with him. He set it down next to the bed and gestured towards the dresser. “I cleared out the right side as well as half the closet. You can put what you brought in there. If you want,” he added the last bit almost as an afterthought.
I shook my head and his face fell, but only until I spoke, “I don't want to unpack. I want to play.”
Heat flooded his eyes and they flicked towards the bed.
“Not here,” I continued. “The playroom.” I hesitated and then added, “Our playroom?” I hadn't meant for it to come out as a question, but now that it had, there was no taking it back.
“Yes.” His voice was rough, as if that single word had hit him. “Our house. Our bedroom. Our everything.”
I held out my hand and he took it. “Then I want to go to our playroom.” A combined thrill of anxiety and excitement raced up my spine. “There are two things I want you to do to me.”
His fingers flexed against mine. “What?”
I'd been considering both of these things for a while and tonight was the perfect time to do them. A way to make this even more special.
“I want you to blindfold me.” My stomach flipped at the thought and then did it again at what I was going to say next. “And I want you to use a flogger on me.”
“Jenna.” My name came out in half-moan. “Love, you don't have to do this.”
“I know,” I said, stepping closer to him. “I want to.” I put our joined hands over his heart and tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering about inside me. “Just not at the same time. I don't think I could handle that. Not yet.”
He nodded, his expression serious as he studied my face. “You'll stop me if it's too much?”
“Yes.” I kissed his jaw, the light scruff there rough against my lips.
I felt his desire coming off of him in waves and, for a moment, I thought he would take me right there. His self-control was remarkable though and he didn't even kiss me. Instead, he led me down the hall to his playroom. Our playroom.
Once inside, the tension between us shifted.
“Take off your sweater and jeans.”
I didn't have to look at Rylan to know he was in Dom mode. I stripped off my clothes and wished I'd been wearing something special rather than just a pair of plain cotton panties and a matching bra. At least I'd worn something with color. The soft, dove gray was almost the same shade as my eyes.
Rylan pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his hair attractively tousled as he tossed the shirt on the floor. I greedily ran my eyes over his body. I could never get enough of him. Never tire of looking at him. I watched as he walked over to one of the chests of drawers that sat against the right wall. He opened the top drawer, looked inside for a moment and then closed it. Without a word, he opened the second drawer and rummaged through that one. This time, he pulled something out. It was a strip of what looked like silk. Black and long enough to be used as some sort of restraint. It was also wide so that, as he folded it, it became too thick to see through.
“I'm going to blindfold you,” he said. “Strip you. Touch you.” His voice lowered into a near-whisper. “Make you come.”
I shivered even though the room was warm.
“Then I'm going to take off the blindfold so you can see what's coming next.” He gestured towards the wall where myriad whips, floggers and canes hung. “I'm going to use one of those on you, teach you how to find pleasure in the sting of leather on your skin.”
Fuck. I took a shuddering breath.
“And then I'm going to fuck you.” He was right in front of me now, close enough to feel his body heat. “Hard.”
I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.
“Let's begin.”
He circled around behind me and my heart began to pound, half anticipation, half nerves. I wanted to turn with him so I could see him, but I didn't. My hands curled into fists as the blindfold slipped over my eyes. My chest tightened as he tied the strip of cloth.
“Yellow,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to take it off?” He instantly shifted back to normal.
“No.” I shook my head. “I just need a minute before you touch me. Talk to me.”
“I won't do anything until you say it's okay.” His voice had a soothing tone. “It's just me here. Only me.” He was close behind me, but not touching me, just like he'd promised. “It'll be my hands, remember. My mouth. Focus on that. On my voice. I'll take care of you, but you can stop it any time you want.”
I felt the heat of him against my arm, like he had his hand hovering just over my skin but was keeping his word.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmured. “Let me give you what you need.”
The tension in my body suddenly left and I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” There was an authoritative edge to the words, not quite his Dom voice, but almost. He was waiting for me to say it.
“Touch me.”
I let out a breath as his hand slid down my arm, caressing from shoulder to wrist. It was different than before, when I'd had my eyes closed. Now, it didn't matter if I opened my eyes or not. It was still dark. The only way I could see again was to stop it or wait until he removed the blindfold.
“I'm going to take you over to the bed now.” He started walking us forward, slowly guiding me in the right direction.
After several steps, we stopped and he turned me around.
“Take a step back.”
I did and felt the bed against the back of my legs.
His lips brushed against my jaw, then moved down my neck. I moaned at the light touch, my skin tingling. His fingers danced up my arms and then around my back. The clasps of my bra presented little challenge and then it was gone. His hands were hot as they cupped my breasts, lightly squeezing, thumbs teasing my nipples. I moaned as the sensitive skin hardened under his expert touch.
“So responsive.”
I cried out as he took my nipple into his mouth. It was so hot, so wet. And when he began to suck on it, each pull went straight south, making me instantly wet. It was insane how much more sensitive things felt when I couldn't see him. I knew what he'd look like, his dark hair against my fair skin. The shape of his mouth as it formed around my nipple. Knowing and not seeing it somehow made it more erotic.
“Sit down.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and felt his hands at my waist. I raised my hips as he pulled my panties down and set them aside. His hands moved to my knees, gently parting them until I felt a cool breeze against my moist flesh.
“I love how wet you get for me.”
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of my thigh and I whimpered, needing him higher. He chuckled and then his mouth was on me. I leaned back, taking my weight on my hands as he cupped my ass, holding me in place as he licked across my sensitive folds. The tip of his tongue circled my entrance, dipping inside to tease me. I moaned, the sound growing louder as he moved higher to flick across my clit.
“Lie back.”
I did, grateful for the command. I wasn't sure I could sitting when I came. The pressure was there, right inside me, and I knew it would be soon. His hands slid down to my knees and he hooked my legs over his shoulders, my heels resting against his back.
“Let yourself go,” he said, his breath tick
ling my pussy. “I've got you.”
His lips latched around my clit and he began to alternate suction and manipulating the little bundle of nerves with his tongue. My orgasm hit me and my back arched. I cried out, fingers curling in the soft cotton sheets. Pleasure washed over and through me, spurring me to greater heights as he continued to use his mouth until it was almost too much.
Then he was gone, leaving my legs splayed open, my pussy exposed and throbbing. My limbs twitched and I felt my breasts moving with every heaving breath I took. Knowing that he was watching me, but that I couldn't see him, left me torn. Part of me wanted to cover myself, but a larger part was tempted to tease him, to touch myself. I knew what would happen if I did something he didn't tell me to do, and I shivered, a little aftershock going through me.
“Fuck, you're beautiful.”
His voice still came from the foot of the bed and I wondered if he was standing or kneeling. Did he already have the flogger? My stomach tightened. Which one had he chosen? Would he let me see it before he used it?
I wasn't even aware that I'd moved my hands until they slid across my stomach. I heard him catch his breath and wondered if his eyes had changed to that deep blue-violet color I loved so much. One hand went up while the other went down. My fingers teased the nipple he'd neglected even as I slipped a finger into my pussy. I hissed at how sensitive my flesh was but added a second finger, stretching myself for what was to come.
In my mind's eye, I could see him standing over me, flushed with arousal, his cock rock-hard, as he watched. The thought of that sculpted body, that gorgeous man, wanting me, made me moan.
Suddenly, the blindfold was gone and I was blinking against the dim light, looking up at Rylan's face. Then his mouth was on mine, tongue thrusting between my lips. I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to hold him in place.
He took my mouth, claiming it with a fierceness that took my breath away. When he nipped at my bottom lip, I moaned in pleasure. Without breaking the kiss, he moved us both up the bed until my legs were stretched out. Only when he had me settled where he wanted me did he release my mouth.
He reached down and wrapped his fingers around my wrist, raising the hand that had been between my legs. He slid my two middle fingers into his mouth, sucking on them even as his tongue slipped over and around them. Heat spread in my belly and lower as he let my fingers go. His tongue traced along my palm and then he lowered my hand.
I hadn't realized he'd taken off the rest of his clothes until he placed my hand on his cock. My fingers wrapped around him automatically and I began to stroke him slowly, enjoying the feel of something so soft and so hard against my palm.
“You were touching yourself.” He let go of my wrist so that the only place our bodies came together was where my hand was moving in a steady up and down motion over his erection. “Did I tell you to do that?”
“No.” I licked my lips and felt his cock twitch in response.
“I'd already told you that I was going to use a flogger on you, but I think you need a bit of punishment as well.” He ran his gaze down my body and then back up again. “I'm going to flog your tits.”
My breath caught and I felt my nipples harden even more.
“Then you’ll get on all fours and I’ll flog your back and ass.”
The hand not on his cock curled into a fist.
“When I'm done, I'm going to take you like that, from behind.”
His eyes locked with mine and he waited to make sure he hadn't crossed a line. Despite the small ball of anxiety in the pit of my stomach, I nodded. I wanted this, wanted it more than I feared it.
He pushed himself up on his knees and picked up something I hadn't seen until just then. The flogger had strips of leather, maybe a dozen or so. There weren't any knots and they weren't braided like some of the others on the wall.
“It will sting,” he said quietly as he trailed the ends of the strips across my stomach. “But if you give yourself over to it, like you did when I spanked you, you'll enjoy the sensations.”
If he'd only planned to use it on my ass and back, I probably wouldn't have been so tense, but the idea of anything coming down on my breasts made me a little nervous. I flinched when the soft leather brushed across my breasts and he stilled.
“Yellow.”
He nodded, but didn't say anything. I hated that I couldn't read what he was thinking at the moment. Was he disappointed that I needed him to take it slow? He didn't look it, but I couldn't tell for sure.
Goosebumps broke out across my skin as he circled first one breast, and then the other. As he moved the leather strips across every inch of me, I slowly began to relax. It was a sensual feeling, leather sliding across my skin. I forced my hands flat on the sheets and worked on doing what he'd told me to do, give myself over to it. I trusted him not to hurt me.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded even though I wasn't entirely sure that was accurate. I didn't know how anyone could be ready for what he was about to do.
“Look at me.”
I looked up, locking eyes with him. A moment later, I heard a soft whooshing sound and then the feel of the leather against the underside of my breast. It didn't hurt at all and I knew he was moving slowly as I'd asked him too.
A second light tap against the underside of the other breasts. He alternated back and forth between my breasts, letting each stroke land a little harder than the one before. As they began to sting, I found that I was ready to absorb them, to take the sting and the pinpricks of pain and turn them into heat and pleasure.
“One more on each,” he said.
I cried out as the end of one of the strips landed on my nipple, then gasped as he repeated it on the other one. My nipples throbbed and I was hyperaware of every nerve ending burning.
He leaned down and covered one nipple with his mouth, soothing the sensitive flesh. I moaned, eyes closing as he switched to the other one. They opened again as he put his hand on my stomach, his fingers brushing over my scar.
“Over and up,” he said.
I rolled over, pushing myself up on my hands and knees. When I was in position, I looked over my shoulder. “I'm okay,” I said. “You don't need to go slow now.”
He looked at me for a moment and then nodded. I felt the soft leather running over my ass and then up my spine, similar to the path it had taken before. He didn't take it quite as slow, however, repeating the move only twice before rotating his wrist so that the flogger came down on my ass. I watched as he did it again, the motion smooth and fluid, definitely a practiced hand. As he set a rhythm and the strikes began to sting and burn, I let my head fall forward and my eyes close, giving myself over to the leather coming down on my back and ass.
When my skin was hot and every cell in my body tingled, he stopped. I hissed as his hands slid over my ass, then moaned as he moved it lower, his finger sliding down to my pussy. I didn't need him to tell me I was wet. I felt the insides of my thighs slick with arousal. I was close to the edge again and knew that it wouldn't take much for me to fall off.
“Damn, Jenna.” He nudged my knees further apart. “You're soaked.”
I felt the tip of him and then his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he surged forward.
“Fuck!” I swore as he filled me fast and hard. My arms began to shake and the muscles in my legs quivered. It took only two more strokes and I was coming.
I dropped to my elbows, keening as my movement changed his angle of penetration, driving him deeper. True to his word, he pounded into me, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs, making my cries come in soundless bursts of air. Everything around me lost meaning, my world coming down to the singular point of where our bodies were joined.
One orgasm rolled into the next until I couldn't tell where one ended and another began. And then his body was curling over mine, his cock buried inside me as deep as could be. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand cupping a breast, t
he other finding my clit. His mouth found me as well, teeth sinking into the place where my shoulder and neck met. I screamed his name as I hit a new high, all of the strength running out of my body. Only Rylan's arms kept me from falling, face-first, on the bed. I was still shaking when he rolled us onto our sides and pulled the sheets around us. With his body wrapped around mine, his voice whispering in my ear, I let go completely and gave myself over to sleep. I was safe.
Chapter 28
We didn't make an announcement at work or do anything like major PDA in the lobby, but we also didn't take separate rides the next day. We rode the elevator together, stood next to each other, talked. I felt eyes on us, but I didn't bother to look at anyone. I didn't care about anyone else but him.
I was surprised I could focus on work at all, but I did, finishing up a project just before the end of the day. I always liked being able to complete a project before the weekend. It gave me a feeling of accomplishment to walk out the door, knowing I wasn't leaving anything unfinished.
“Are you coming home with me?”
Rylan's voice came from the doorway.
I smiled at him. Home. That sounded good.
“I would love to,” I said as I stood and walked over to him. “But I think it'd be better if I went back to my apartment for the weekend.”
His expression stiffened and I reached up to put a hand on his cheek.
“To start sorting through things,” I clarified. “Decide what I want to bring with me.”
His eyes lit up and one of those genuine smiles curved his lips. “I suppose that’s okay.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine without even looking out to see if anyone was looking our way. “I can suffer through a weekend without you since I know that we get to spend every weekend, every weekday, together soon.”
My heart skipped a beat at the confidence in his voice, the certainty that we would be together for a long time. He wasn't seeing an end in sight for us.
“Call me when you get home,” he said. He was still smiling, but I knew he was serious.
“I will,” I promised. I winked at him. “And no detours to the gym.”
