Tightrope [Black Ops Brotherhood 6] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Bella Juarez

  Now she had to balance making a statement and providing stability with giving him pleasure. To settle him into a submissive mindset, she would start in familiar territory, delivering the pain he craved.

  “Eyes forward,” she said, slapping his inner thigh with the crop.

  Varying her strikes, she gave his thighs hot kisses with her crop and then ran her hand over the welts. His flaccid cock came alive and was hard after just a few strikes. He hissed and groaned as she varied her strikes and followed with a soothing touch. She carefully watched his expression and his cock, and when she saw the familiar smoldering look, she stopped.

  * * * *

  The short detour into light subspace had been a pleasant surprise. He relaxed and lifted his head in time to see Rio unbutton her shirt and take off her jeans. His jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing underneath her clothes. She’d never been into sexy lingerie before, and he really didn’t care because it all came off anyway. It had been her uniforms and the symbol of her authority that turned him on. Now, she looked every inch a Domme in a black lacy bra, boy shorts, her black thigh-highs lace-top stockings, and platform pumps. He didn’t think she’d ever give him a hard-on after consenting to give up his ass, but he’d never been so wrong in all of his life.

  “Holy shit, you look hot!”

  Approaching him like a tigress stalking her prey, she stood between his legs and ran her finger over his dick. He leaned back and almost came. The strikes with the crop, and the stimulation of seeing her dressed like that had put him into overload. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked.

  “The rules haven’t changed. Who comes first?”

  How did she always know when he was close? The sensory stimulation made him breathless, and he dug deep to control his urge to come.

  “You do, Mistress.”

  “That’s right,” she said, kissing the tip of cock.

  “Oh fuck, you’re driving me crazy!” he gasped.

  She stopped, and he was grateful for the interruption because his self-control was about to fail him. He didn’t realize she’d gone until she came back, but he was glad for the small intermission. His aching cock had started to soften somewhat. When she came back, she stuffed a pillow underneath him lifting his ass higher. His anxiety returned, and he involuntarily tensed when her lubed finger traced his ass. He soon lost any reservations about what she was doing when her mouth slid over his cock, making him go liquid. She gently massaged around his tight hole. He gasped and tensed when she slowly pushed one finger inside him. Once inside, she moved her finger in a slow, gentle circle, and his eyes flew open when she stroked something deep inside him. He tried to speak, but all he could manage was an incoherent groan as she rubbed his sweet spot. His dick lurched, and he thrust his hips forward at the sudden jolt to his senses. She slapped his thigh with her hand because she’d been sucking his cock, and he’d just rammed it down her throat.

  “Sorry about that, babe,” he said, wanting to relax.

  Rio released his cock and worked another finger inside him. She brushed against his prostate again, and he almost passed out. He didn’t think it could be possible to get his dick to a state where he felt he could drill concrete with it, but she’d managed to do it all while he protested her touching his sacred ass. As he concentrated on controlling the orgasm that threatened to shatter him in a million pieces, she worked a third finger inside him. Nothing…absofuckinlutely nothing had ever felt like this. He was sure he’d died and gone straight to heaven. He closed his eyes when she withdrew her fingers. It was a blessing and a curse—a blessing because he wasn’t sure he could’ve controlled his impending orgasm, a curse because she’d denied his release.

  “Fuck! Fuck me, baby!”

  His eyes flew open when he sensed something else at the entrance to his ass. Whoa! He looked down and saw the strap-on she wore. Where the hell did she get that? He knew that wasn’t in the inventory because he’d have thrown it away. His unconsciously spoken plea to be fucked hit him, and he knew she was about to give him what he’d just asked for. As she pushed the dildo against him, he tensed, and she slapped his tender thighs.

  “Relax, or this will hurt,” she said harshly.

  Squeezing his eyes shut, he had no idea how in the hell she expected him to do that until her hand wrapped around his dick, and she began to stroke him. A wave of intense arousal washed over him, and she slowly eased the well-lubed cock inside him. He moaned when she stopped just inside his ass and balled his fists when she began shallow, short thrusts. The mushroom-shaped head of the dildo rubbed against his sweet spot, and he let out another low, guttural groan. She deepened her thrusts and picked up the pace. She continued her gentle jacking of his cock as she moved in and out of his ass. He never imagined he could get off to being fucked like this, but the combination of her hitting his male G-spot, and her soft hand massaging his cock was about to take him to another planet. He lifted his head, their eyes locked, and he understood she withheld her own pleasure to give him what he so desperately needed—release. He pleaded with her silently to allow him to come.

  “Ask me.”

  “Please, Mistress, please let me come.”

  Nodding her head, she smiled and pounded into him with long deep strokes. She released his cock and traced the point where his shaft and the head of his cock connected. He gasped and shuddered under her as his orgasm hit him like a brick wall. Being restrained intensified his cosmic trip as his body convulsed, locking and releasing over and over again. She continued to thrust into him until the last of the shuddering spasms washed over him. He groaned in pleasure.

  His epiphany occurred in sharp focus. Who the fuck had he been kidding? He hadn’t been pulling anyone’s strings. Maybe he’d pushed a few buttons, but she’d seen right through him. If for one minute he thought she’d been messing around with another man, he’d have killed the son-of-a-bitch without a single word, but Rio maintained her self-control in the face of his bullshit games. With steady patience, she came to understand him so much better than he understood himself. She’d figured out what he’d been trying to tell her and gave him what he needed. He remembered how she’d waited for him, fought for him, and was willing to give up her life for him. She’d allowed him to draw out the Domme in her all because she loved him so much. She’d been willing to accept him and become what he needed. All she’d ever asked him for was his unconditional love. Instead, he’d played a string of endless games with her. He needed to surrender completely to seal his commitment to her. There was only one thing left he could give her that would signal his faith and trust in her. He hoped she’d find it in her heart to forgive him and stay with him.

  He closed his eyes and spoke.

  “Mistress, I think we need to get a kitten for our puppies.” Uttering his safe words to anyone but her would indicate a temporary halt in play, but she’d know what it truly meant. Rio stilled. “I love you, babe, and I’m sorry. Please forgive me, and don’t leave me.”

  As she slowly pulled out of him, she released his wrists. He stretched his cramping limbs and lay there, unable to move while his body hummed. He wanted to hold her and not move for a long time. A warm, wet towel gliding over his body sent small tremors through him as she cleaned him up. He was exhausted and didn’t move as she removed the cuffs that circled his limbs. He must’ve drifted because he didn’t remember crawling under the covers. When she slid in beside him and wrapped her arms around him, he finally got the chance to hold her close. He kissed her neck and looked at her. Gone was the sexy lingerie; she was naked, and as he stroked her warm soft skin, he let the soothing scent of candy apple surround and comfort him. This seemed like a slow dream as he cupped her face and they kissed. There was no hesitation anymore. She’d taken command, and as she cradled him, he smiled, content because they were complete and whole again.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Never better, babe.”

  “Are you still opposed to me touching your ass?” sh
e asked with a smile.

  “I didn’t think it would be like that.”

  “Why didn’t you trust me?”

  “I do…I tru—” he stopped. The look in her eyes said it all. He hadn’t fooled her for one second. She’d known all along that he’d been fucking with her.

  “Admit it, you liked it, didn’t you?” she asked with a giggle.

  “Ah, babe, you didn’t play fair. You never said anything about giving me a blowie while you were doing that. You should’ve made that hurt more or made it miserable, so I wouldn’t have liked it so much.”

  “I wanted you to enjoy it. I keep telling you I don’t want to hurt you. Trust me. I know you better than I know anyone. I love you, and I know how to make you happy, so let me,” she said, kissing him.

  He released a contented sigh and snuggled into her. “Yes, Mistress.”

  * * * *

  Looking out the window at the overcast day, Rio contemplated whether she wanted to run or simply take the dogs for a walk. Danny was still sleeping soundly. There would be one final thing they needed to settle. The matter of him running off to meet Sylvia whenever he got a message had to end today. It occurred to her that the small headaches that she’d been having when she woke first thing in the morning hadn’t bothered her today. In fact, she felt ready to take on whatever came her way. She’d needed the intense play session as much as Danny.

  The house was still quiet when she returned from her run, and she was taking breakfast off the stove when he appeared in the kitchen. Seeing him first thing in the morning made her smile. He was cute when he first woke up. He yawned and stretched as he squinted against the dim morning light that filled the kitchen. He kissed her and poured himself a cup of coffee.

  “Morning, babe. Did you already go for your run?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and burying his scruffy face into her neck.

  The familiar tremor ran through her when he kissed and nipped her throat.

  “I’m sweaty. I need to go take a shower,” she said, giggling and pulling away.

  “No, you don’t. You’re a hot mess in a good way,” he said, holding on to her.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Never better. That’s the best I’ve slept in months. I could’ve probably slept another hour,” he said, releasing her. Picking up his cup, he looked out the window and stretched again. “That smells good, and I’m starving. Are we doing anything today?”

  “There’s something I do need you to do.”

  “What’s up, babe?”

  Pausing, she took a drink out of her cup. She wanted to avoid this conversation becoming emotional. She’d already made up her mind that she’d forgiven him, but he needed to end this and know for certain that she’d leave him if he ever did it again. She took a deep breath.

  “I need you to call Sylvia and tell her it’s over, and that you’re not seeing her anymore. Right now, before you do anything else.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked with a frown.

  “Danny, this isn’t funny. Call her, and tell her it’s over.”

  “Do you see me laughing? How the hell can I be fooling around with Sylvia when she’s not here?”

  Now he was pissing her off again, but she had to maintain her cool and take control of his environment again. Just like when she worked with a dog that wouldn’t respond, she calmed her anger and curbed her frustration.

  “Then you’re fooling around with somebody by the name of Sylvia because I’ve seen the text messages. Quit denying it; call that woman and tell her it’s over.”

  “You’ve been going through my phone?” he asked angrily, putting down his cup.

  “I didn’t need to; you leave it lying everywhere. I walked by it last week and saw the message on the screen. Every time you get a text from her, you leave and don’t come back for hours.”

  “Do you seriously think I would do that to you?” he asked. Exhaling, she turned around and busied herself with getting breakfast served. He pulled the serving spoon out of her hand and threw it on the counter, and put his phone in her hand.

  “You want it to end it? You call that number and end it.”

  “I’m not the one fucking around. You will call that woman and end that relationship, and so help me God, if I ever find out you’ve done that shit again, I’ll divorce you. Now, call that woman.” She handed him the phone.

  “Do you love me?” he asked.

  “Danny…”

  He grabbed her and pulled her close until he was nose to nose with her. “Do you fucking love me?”

  “You know I do. It’s the only reason I haven’t walked…yet.”

  Releasing her, he walked away. “Then fight the bitch for me.”

  “Say fucking what?”

  He turned and strode to the other side of the kitchen, daring her with a glare. She looked down at the screen and went to his text messages. At the top of the list right above her last message she read the name Sylvia Martinez with her yearbook picture as an icon. Rio briefly wondered why he needed to lie to her when the name and number were right there where she could see them. Nothing had changed. Maybe her marriage really was over. She didn’t want to read the damn texts, so she touched the name and brought up the contact information. She touched the phone icon and put it on speaker. Holding her breath, she remembered she was the one in control. Returning Danny’s glare, she considered how soon she could move out of this house once the conversation with this woman ended.

  “What’s up, man? Are you coming over again today? My man is beginning to wonder about us.”

  The voice that answered surprised her.

  “S–Shaq?”

  “Rio? Is everything okay?”

  “Uh…y–yeah, everything’s fine. I’m sorry. I dialed the wrong number.”

  “No problem. Talk to you later.”

  When she ended the call she looked at Danny. They stared at each other for a moment, then a slow, sly smile crossed his lips. She sucked in a breath and her jaw dropped.

  “You pranked me!”

  He crossed the room in the blink of an eye and roughly took her into his arms pulling her close.

  “I’d use every dirty trick I could think of to get you back.”

  Shoving on his chest, she struggled to push him away, but he held her fast. “Damn it, Danny! That wasn’t funny! I almost left you over that shit!”

  Grabbing the nape of her neck, he kissed her. “Leaving me isn’t an option you have, and you won’t get far if you try.”

  “Ohh! I’m so punishing you for that!”

  Chuckling seductively, he rubbed his nose against hers. “You promise?”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Bella Juarez has a passion for writing and tells her stories with a high level of military suspense and erotic romance. A few years ago, Bella was an IT technician with a craving for military and espionage history and would devour anything, fact or fiction, about the subject. Today, she lives on a south Texas ranch with her family and dogs.

  With stories of intrigue running through her imagination, she always dreamed of writing a novel. Finally, in 2012, she wrote and released Rapid Dominance, book 1 of the Black Ops Brotherhood Series. Since then, she has released five more novels in this series. Branching out, she’s written three erotic romance novellas all with military elements.

  Her stories blend today’s headlines into thought provoking, intricate plots interwoven with razor-sharp suspense, intrigue, and scorching, white-hot romance.

  Bella’s idea of a perfect day starts out with a run, followed by a pot of strong French roast coffee, to keep her going while she sits at her keyboard tapping away on another story.

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