by Tara West
I loved how his ears turned red. He was either really embarrassed or really turned on. Either way, he’d given me plenty to work with, and I was going to use it to my advantage.
“Do you, Brad?” I bit my lip, searching his eyes as my fingers walked down his chest toward his abdomen. “Do you know what I like to do in bed?”
He stiffened beneath my touch. “I have an idea.”
I slipped my hand under his shirt, settling on that delicious trail of hair under his navel. “I’m a dominant. I like to be in control, and by in control, I mean have you at my mercy.” I flattened my hand against his abdomen, angling my fingers toward his sex. “Tell me something, Brad. Could you handle giving up all your control to a woman?”
He shifted from one foot to the other. “Are you still acting?”
I looked down at the bulge beneath his pants, my mouth watering in anticipation. “I’m always acting.”
“Um, I’ve never given up control.” His dark, deep voice shook with a slight tremor. “I don’t know what it’s like.”
I swirled my fingers around his navel, then down his hip. I reached behind him with both hands, gently cupping his ass. It was round, yet firm. Dr. Brad probably did squats at the gym. Good. He’d need the muscles to hold me up me while I was slipping up and down his cock.
“Then let me tell you what it’s like. I don’t just suck dick. I master it. Totally and completely. My mouth, my tongue, my hands, are in control, and I will be relentless, sucking and teasing, bringing you close to climax over and over, forcing you to obey my commands while having you at the mercy of my mouth.” I paused, smoothing a hand beneath the seam of his pants and squeezing his ass hard, loving the feel of his skin warming beneath my hands. “Then I will climb up your body, straddle your hard cock, and ride it slowly, deliberately.” I thrust my chest against him, my nipples pebbling on contact. “You will want to grab my tits, but you can’t, because you’ll be tied to the bedpost. If you’re good, I’ll lean over your mouth and let you suck my nipples. You will try to buck against me, straining for that orgasm, and I will pull off you, spanking you hard every time you disobey my orders.” I squeezed his cheeks with bruising force, eliciting a delightful, deep groan. “Then I will climb back on top of you, teasing and fucking until you beg me to let you come. If you’re a good boy, I might just ride your cock harder.” I leaned up against him, my breath a hot whisper in his ear. “So I’m going to ask you again. Can you give up control, or would you rather go back to your place and jerk off to a magazine?”
“Ariana,” he rasped, “are you still acting?”
I pinched his ass, then released him, finding my way to the delightfully large hard-on straining against his zipper. I caressed his cock through the fabric. “You tell me, Brad.” I laughed as his cockhead jerked against me. “Am I?”
He tossed back his head, groaning. “Fuck.”
“That’s not the magic word.” I slowly unzipped his pants.
Thunderclouds swirled in his eyes. “What’s the magic word?”
I reached into his underwear, gently gripping his member. Damn. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around the whole thing. I was going to be so sore tomorrow.
“You know what it is, Brad,” I teased, leaning up and nibbling his bottom lip while stroking his cock.
“Please?” he whimpered, sounding like a child begging for candy. So subservient. Exactly how I liked it.
I squeezed his dick until he gasped. “Say ‘please control me, Ariana’,” I commanded.
“Please control me, Ariana.” The words came out rough, like they had rubbed across sandpaper.
Ahhh. Perfect. I had Brad where I wanted him, and now I was going to fuck his brains out. Exactly what I needed after a stressful day. I sent up a silent prayer that the good doctor behaved himself, because I really needed this.
* * *
Much to my surprise and delight, Brad laid still while I tied his wrists to the bedframe with a soft, silky rope I kept in the top drawer of the nightstand.
After he was secured, I slipped the blindfold over his eyes and then took off my panties.
“Is all this necessary?” he asked.
“Quiet,” I commanded, unbuttoning his shirt and raking my nails down his chest.
“Ouch!”
I delicately kissed the red marks, then swirled my tongue around each nipple. I smiled when he shuddered beneath me.
I made quick work of his pants and underwear, pulling them down thick, muscular legs. Dear God, the man was built like a stud horse, and hung like one, too. Good thing he was tied up, because I knew he would’ve been too much man for me to handle if he’d tried to climb on top. I let out a shaky breath as I stared at his protruding member, which reached up to his belly button.
Ay Dios Mio!
How was I going to fit my mouth around that thing?
I ran my hands up his thighs and cupped his heavy ball sack, loving how it tightened in my hand. He moaned when I gently squeezed, his cock jerking in anticipation. I stroked from the base of his glorious shaft to the top, rubbing the liquid that dripped out of his slit between the tips of my fingers. I rubbed the moisture into that sensitive spot beneath the head, and he groaned louder.
I bent over him and kissed the smooth skin of his cock top to bottom. My kisses were soft at first, just enough to make him shift around and rattle the headboard. Then my kisses got wetter, stronger, and I incorporated my tongue, sucking and kissing his electrified flesh, stopping to pay homage to his most sensitive area.
His hips rolled, and he gasped and grunted, so I decided to anchor him to the bed by taking him in my mouth. I opened wide, forcing myself to relax my jaw muscles as I bent over him. I took just the tip of him at first, saliva dripping down his engorged head.
He swore and then stilled, his flesh practically humming against my tongue as I slurped down his shaft.
“Holy fuck, Ariana!”
I dug my fingers into his hips, forcing my throat muscles to relax as I continued my descent. I was only halfway down his cock by the time he hit my tonsils.
I pulled off his shaft, smiling as he whimpered. “Patience,” I commanded before spitting into my palms.
I swallowed him again, slurping up and down the smooth skin while stroking the bottom of his dick with my wet hands. When I felt his already engorged flesh swell beneath my tongue, I pulled back, panting as I wiped spit off my face.
He bucked against the bed. “Please,” he begged.
I rolled him onto his side, smacking his ass so hard, my hand stung. “I said to be patient!”
He sucked in a hiss, then growled. “Fuck, that hurt!”
I rolled him back over, licking his shaft from base to tip. “Is that better?” I asked.
“You’re a goddamn tease.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “But the end result will be so worth it.”
“Promise?” he begged.
“Oh, baby, you’re going to come so hard, you’ll see fireworks under that blindfold.”
“I’m going to hold you to it.”
I sucked him again, slurping up and down as far as he’d fit while jerking off his base. When his balls tightened, I pulled back, laughing as he swore. I teased him like this for several minutes, until my pussy was swollen and dripping juices down my thigh. I thought about climbing onto my bronco and taking him for a ride but cursed when I realized I didn’t have any extra large condoms.
“Wallet in my pocket,” he said as if he was reading my mind. “Condoms.”
I scrambled off the bed, then stopped for breath as I bent and searched through his pockets. When had a blowjob ever left me breathless, and how many fucking pockets did his pants have anyway?
I found the wallet, pleased to discover two extra-large ribbed condoms. I ripped open a foil packet. “You’re a very naughty boy coming over to my house with condoms. Were you expecting some pussy?”
He flashed a wide smile as his dick twitched against a hard, flat stomach. “I was hoping.�
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I clucked my tongue and climbed back on the bed. “Bad, bad doctor. What am I going to do with you?”
“I’ve got an idea,” he rumbled.
I crawled up the length of his body. “So do I.” I licked his nipple, swirling my tongue around it, then trailed kisses down his abdomen. I nibbled on his hip, biting harder when I reached his thigh. “Stay still,” I commanded. “Let me do the riding, big guy.”
I slid the condom on his dick, still amazed by his girth, and then I straddled his waist. Releasing a deep breath, I slowly slid down him, wincing as he stretched and filled me.
Fuck, he was huge.
I’d only gotten about a quarter way down before I pulled up.
“Come on, baby,” he begged.
I grabbed his shoulders, tenderly kissing his lips before whispering against his mouth. “Be good, or you get another spanking.”
I slid down again, and this time it wasn’t as uncomfortable as I forced myself to relax and welcome him. I continued to slide up and down halfway, until my body opened like a blossoming flower. Soon I was taking all of him and moaning my delight as he filled me completely, battering every sensitive nerve-ending as I rammed him.
“Ariana!” he yelled.
It was too late to stop his climax, but my own orgasm was unraveling, plowing through me like a runaway locomotive. I gasped when his cock ballooned against my weeping flesh as he grunted and stiffened. His throbbing cock set off my orgasm like a match sets fire to gasoline. I cried out as the pleasure held me hostage, wracking my body from the inside out, electric pulses shooting through me. After the last strong current had washed over me, I fell on top of him, spent and sated.
His heart hammered loudly against my ear as I struggled to catch my breath.
Hot damn, that had felt good. Just what the doctor ordered.
I laid on top of him for several moments before he let out a long, deep sigh.
“Ariana, are you going to untie me?”
I sat up, wincing as I slid off of him. “Hold your horses.”
“My wrists are going numb.”
Awww, crud. Had I tied the ropes too tight? I rolled off the bed and pulled down my nightie, pleased I hadn’t needed to get undressed to fuck him. The more clothes I wore, the better. Something about being totally naked made me feel too vulnerable.
Funny how I hadn’t felt one ounce of fear while riding my bucking bronco. Usually, my insecurity tried to rear its ugly head, fucking with my mind and making it difficult for me to come, but not with Brad. Why did I feel so secure around him?
I took a steadying breath before removing his blindfold and untying him. I felt kind of bad when he sat up, rubbing his wrists.
“Thank you, Ariana.”
I instinctively arched back when he leaned toward me.
He frowned. “Can’t I kiss you?”
I hesitated. “Y-yes.”
When he cupped the back of my neck, I swatted him away. “No touching. Just kissing.”
I leaned into him, our lips meeting for half a heartbeat before I jerked back.
“Ariana,” he groaned, “that was hardly a kiss.”
Okay, so here came the awkward part. It’s not like I wasn’t expecting this. It happened with just about every guy I brought to my bed. They thought the whole dominant thing was my version of kink. What they didn’t understand was I absolutely couldn’t have sex with a man unless he was tied up. If he was bound and gagged, he couldn’t get too rough or force me to do something that made me uncomfortable. As long as I was in control, I was safe.
My head was fucked. I knew it. I’d been that way ever since my best friend’s dad raped me graduation night. I knew I needed therapy or maybe happy pills, but that would mean I’d have to tell some shrink all the sordid details, and I’d rather try to forget it ever happened. I’d never told anyone about that night. Who was I going to tell? My best friend? Knowing Savannah, she’d take the blame on herself. Her dad had always blamed everything on her, anyway. I couldn’t tell my mom. She’d probably have a heart attack right after she dug up Bud Boudreau’s grave and spit on his corpse. And my stepdad was already sorry about the few times he hadn’t been there to protect Savannah from her dad’s fists. He’d never forgive himself if he knew what happened to me.
So I kept it all inside and dealt with it the best way I could, by not dealing with it. So far, it had sort of been working, until my boyfriends tired of me being on top and insisted we changed positions. That was my cue to dump the guy and find someone new. I was kind of hoping Brad was different. That he didn’t mind me taking the reins every single time. As long as he knew to be a good boy, I was planning on this doctor making house calls every night.
Brad leaned against the iron bedrail, his mouth hitched up in a grin. “Do you want me to stay over?”
I cringed at that. A sleepover would lead to him holding me, circling me with those powerful arms. I’d be at his mercy. All he had to do was roll me over to fuck me. No, I couldn't take that chance. "Brad,” I lied. “I’m a rough sleeper.”
He arched a brow. “A rough sleeper?”
“Yeah, you’ll end up with two black eyes if you sleep with me.” I flashed a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
He shrugged, disappointment in eyes that had turned grey and muted. Funny, but they’d been dazzling a few moments ago. “That’s okay. I should probably get going,” he said. “I have an early shift.”
Well, shit. And here I’d been hoping for another round. My heart sank as Brad put on his clothes. He’d never want to see with me again after this. I’d ended things too awkwardly.
Why did you have to fuck him, Ariana?
“What time are you getting up?” he asked as he secured that glorious dick beneath his zipper.
What a shame he had to go when he had one more condom left.
“Six. I have to be on set early.” Tomorrow was a big day. I got to identify my abusive pimp in a lineup. Oh, joy.
He tucked his shirt into his pants. “I’ll stop by and check on you on my way out.”
I gasped and jerked back when he bent over to kiss me, regretting my action almost instantly.
His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing.” I waved him away with a nervous laugh. “See you tomorrow.”
Why did I always have to get awkward after sex? Why couldn’t I accept a kiss like a normal person?
I did my best to hold back my tears as he walked out the bedroom door. Would he really come see me tomorrow morning, or had he figured out his new neighbor was loca?
As soon as I heard the front door slam, I covered my face with my pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs.
Why? Why? Why couldn’t I have normal sex? But I knew why. Even though I desired men, they terrified me. And though I’d tried to tell myself Brad wasn’t my type, I was wrong. His vanilla complimented my spice perfectly. He was thoughtful, smart, sexy, and hot damn, his dick was huge. How could he not be my type? We’d had a good thing going, and I’d ruined it, just like I’d fucked up every other relationship.
Damn you, Bud Boudreau, for making me this way. I hope you’re rotting in hell.
six
I left work feeling like a train wreck. Turns out my pimp had not only beat me, he’d raped me, and I had to point him out to Detective Isabella Garza, the bitch who’d gotten my role. The funny thing was, she didn’t even look Hispanic. If she was a Latina, then I was Freddy Krueger.
I gritted my teeth when I saw Sebastian Hendrix leaning against the hood of my BMW convertible. What the fuck did he want, and why did he think it was okay to leave his greasy butt marks on my metallic cherry paint? Savannah had spent almost $100K on my birthday present. I could barely afford to keep it insured, much less pay to keep it clean.
“Nice car.” He flashed a sleazy smile as he pushed off the hood with a rhinestone boot. “Where’d you get it?”
I scowled at him before pulling a tissue out of my purse and rubbing off his butt marks. “I
stole it,” I said with a straight face. I laughed when his eyes bulged. “I’m joking. It’s my car.” I wadded up the tissue, narrowing my eyes. “Surprised?”
He rubbed his oily goatee, his silver wedding ring gleaming in the sunlight. Had this guy no shame? “It’s a whole lot of car for a struggling actress.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew exactly what the little prick was thinking. “Let me guess. You’re wondering whose dick I sucked to get it.”
His beady eyes honed in on me, like a snake preparing to strike. “That must have been one hell of a blowjob.”
Okay, time to change the subject. “My best friend got a large inheritance. She practically forced the car on me.”
His thin brows rose, then dipped low over cold, calculating eyes. “You’ve got a nice friend, or is she your lover?” He shifted from one foot to the other, blatantly adjusting himself.
Gross.
I tightened my grip on my purse strap, preparing to use the heavy bag as a weapon. “She’s not my lover.”
His tongue darted out to lick his top lip. Damn, this guy had to have been a serpent in his past life. “Ever slept with any girls?”
The buzzers on my creep-o-meter were blaring. “Why are you asking?”
He leaned over my car, tracing a figure eight on the hood with his finger. “Just wondering if you know how to use your tongue.”
I gaped at him. Was he for real?
He slid across my hood until we were a mere few inches apart. His breath hit me like a steamroller, first the strong smell of mint and then the equally stale stench of gingivitis. “Did you hear we’re making some changes to the script?” I could almost see the devil horns sprouting from his head. “You know, I might have a bigger part for you.”
I backed up, clenching my hands. “I’m not sucking your dick.”
He shrugged, feigning disinterest before grabbing his crotch again. “I didn’t ask you to.”
Oh, but you expect me to, scumbag.
“I’ve got to get home.” I walked a wide circle around him and unlocked the car. “My boyfriend is expecting me,” I lied. I didn’t have a boyfriend, and Brad hardly counted. He hadn’t even kept his word and checked on me this morning. Asshole.
