Lockout

by Maya Cross

  Mustering a mammoth amount of self-control, I withdrew the toy, my pussy clenching in protest.

  "Better." He got to his feet and slid onto the bed and pinned my arms behind my head, capturing me beneath him. Leaning down, he planted several soft kisses along my neck. "Thank you for the show," he murmured into my ear. "It was wonderful, but now I think I want to take over."

  "I think I'd like that," I replied.

  Leaving one hand gripping my wrists, he brought the other down and wrapped it around his cock once more, guiding it between my legs until it was just an inch from entering me. "Is this what you want?"

  "Yes." It took all my restraint not to take matters into my own hands and push myself onto him.

  "You'll have to do better than that," he replied, easing his length closer still until the crown was resting softly against my lips. "Ask for it," he continued.

  "Please, I want your cock. I want you to fuck me." The words came without the slightest hesitation. He had rendered me utterly shameless with desire.

  He began to rub himself up and down, dipping towards my opening, before climbing again to tease my swollen trigger. The sensation was exquisite, almost to the point of pain; perfectly measured to tease, but never summon my release. I let out a strangled cry, a kind of desperate plea that came from deep down inside me where there were no words.

  "I'll give you what you want, Sophia. I'll fuck you until you don't remember your own name." He brought his hand up to brush my cheek, staring down into my eyes. "But not just yet."

  Before I realised what was happening, his hands slipped under the pillow, and something cold and metallic clicked into place around my wrists. I let out a surprised squeak. I'd known handcuffs were probably going to be part of the deal at some point, but nonetheless the sensation was a little frightening. These weren't your stereotypical fluffy, pink, 'I'm a kinky housewife' restraints. These were the real deal. There was no give, no softness or sensuality, just the implacable strength of steel.

  Rather than simply pinning my arms in place, this time my bonds were linked to the bed frame. Not only was I restricted from using my hands, I couldn't escape, even if left alone. He had me at his mercy for as long as he desired.

  To my credit, I managed to keep my mouth shut. I'd come to realise that surprises were just part of the experience with Sebastian. I simply had to trust that he'd never take me too far too fast.

  "Perfect," he said, leaning backwards to admire his handiwork. "Now you're completely mine." His hands began to unfasten my buttons, chased by his mouth, licking and teasing the freshly exposed skin. Shock had temporarily sent my arousal scurrying to the back of my head, but the moment his lips touched me, it began pushing its way to the front again.

  "This is mine," he said, planting a soft kiss across the centre of my belly. "And this," he continued, brushing his lips along the curve of my hips.

  My shirt fell open, and he paused, savouring the sight of my lingerie. Thanks to my newfound obsession with sexy underwear, the bra I was wearing was rather low cut, and while the handcuffs prevented him from unfastening it completely, it didn't take more than a soft tug to pull the cups down slightly, exposing my hardened nipples. "And these are definitely mine," he said, taking one into his mouth and teasing the peak with his tongue.

  I desperately wanted to reach out and push his head between my legs, but of course I couldn't. He could take as much time as he wanted. And he took ample advantage.

  With agonising slowness he continued to work his way around my body, seemingly intent on leaving no stone untouched. He was a master of his craft, steadily stoking the fire inside me, but never letting it flare too much. I writhed against him, pleading for the climax that lay just out of reach, but he simply smiled. "This is what it is to submit, Sophia," he said. "To put your pleasure in the hands of another and trust that they'll take care of you." I had no answer for that. As maddening as it was, I knew he was right.

  The exquisite foreplay continued. I lost all track of time. Soon, every inch of my skin was flushed and tingling. He was clearly enjoying watching me come undone. I started to think maybe he was never going to let me come, that he'd leave me chained there all night, a squirming, flustered wreck. But finally his kisses began to hone in on the soft flesh of my inner thighs.

  "Please," I cried again, sensing that this was the time.

  "Please what?" he asked.

  "Please eat my pussy. Please make me come."

  "Do you think you've earned it?"

  I nodded vigorously. "I have."

  He paused, and for a few dreadful seconds I thought I'd been mistaken. "I think so too," he said at last, and with a soft growl, he planted a long, slow kiss on my sex. I gasped. His tongue parted my aching folds, caressing me with strokes that managed to be strong and demanding, yet soft as a cloud. I rocked against him, the metal rim of the cuffs biting into my skin, yet the pain went all but unnoticed.

  "Yes, yes," I moaned. "Keep going."

  Most of the work had already been done. My body felt ready to burst. My hips began bucking, gyrating wildly as the pleasure cascading through me reached its crescendo. "Sebastian, I'm coming!"

  With expert dexterity he guided me over the edge, milking every ounce of pleasure from my body, until I sunk, panting, into the bed.

  He gazed at me for several seconds, radiating satisfaction. "That's the first of many tonight. I'm not done with you yet."

  "I suspected that might be the case," I said weakly.

  His cock flexed invitingly. As I stared at it, I knew what I wanted to do next. I needed to taste him like he'd tasted me. "But first, there's something I'd like to do to you," I continued, giving my lips a slow lick.

  He let out a short laugh. "Oh? And what might that be?"

  "Take off your clothes and I'll show you."

  Smiling in amusement at the role reversal, he did as he was told, stripping away his suit until he stood naked before me. The sight of that lithe form caused my body to stir once more.

  "Much better. Now come here and uncuff me. I want to suck your cock." Two months ago, I'd have laughed if anyone told me I'd be saying something so bold to a partner, but with Sebastian, the old Sophia was nowhere in sight.

  In moments he was just inches from my face, but he didn't reach for my restraints. "I'll let you give the orders this once," he said, "but we're still playing by my rules. The cuffs stay."

  Well, that would be a new experience. But I'd never been one to shy away from a challenge. Shifting my position, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his swollen crown.

  He exhaled slowly. "Oh Christ, that feels wonderful."

  He tasted fantastic; warm, musky, and slightly salty. The width of him filled my mouth. I worked my lips slowly up and down, paying special attention to the soft track of skin just below the head, while my tongue swirled an intricate pattern across the underside of his shaft. It was an incredibly submissive position to be in, splayed below him, gazing up at his body while I pleasured him. He'd spent so long focused on me, I loved that I could give him the same in return.

  "Lick it," he said, sliding free, and I did as ordered, lavishing him with slow strokes all the way to the root, then darting up to engulf him once more. Being bound changed the experience dramatically. I longed to reach out and seize the base in my fist, to pump it while I sucked him, but that wasn't an option. Instead, I focused on swallowing as much of him as I could.

  "Yes, that's it, take it deeper," he said, seizing my head in his hands and guiding his length further down my throat. I drew a sharp breath through my nose, certain I was about to gag, but again he proved he was perfectly in tune with my body, never taking me over my limits. Gradually, he took over. I'd enjoyed being in control of his pleasure, but there was something erotic about having him fuck my mouth too. It was base, it was possessive, and it was hot as hell watching his self-control unravel before my eyes.

  His fingers clenched tight around my hair as his strokes grew wilder. Our mutual mastur
bation had clearly taken a toll. He was close. I could feel each individual vein shift and pulse against my tongue. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come so hard," he groaned, and with several more mighty drives his body stiffened, and warmth exploded down my throat. His semen was sweet and salty and oh so good, and I swallowed every drop.

  As he pulled free, I stared up at him, licking my lips once more for effect.

  He shook his head and smiled. "God you're sexy." Leaning down, he locked his mouth over mine. "And extremely talented, if you don't mind me saying."

  I grinned. "Not at all."

  "I'm going to uncuff you now," he said, seizing my restraints. "I want you on all fours for what comes next."

  "Next?" I asked.

  He looked at me like I'd forgotten something incredibly obvious. "I still want to fuck you, Sophia."

  "Don't you want a break or something?"

  "Do I look like I need a break?" he asked, nodding to his cock. It was still rock hard and glistening with my saliva.

  "Well, that's enough to offend a girl."

  He laughed. "Don't be. It's a compliment. You drive me crazy. I seem to be hard all the time, since I met you."

  His words stoked my arousal. "Well, it would be a shame not to take advantage of that."

  "My thoughts exactly."

  With barely concealed urgency, he flipped me onto my knees and slammed into me. I let out a long moan and rocked against him, revelling in the sensation of finally having him inside me.

  "Fuck, I love how ready you are for me," he said.

  I couldn't muster a reply. His body was thrumming, his strokes slow and purposeful, and they echoed through me in great waves. Wrapping his hands around my hips he yanked my body against his, burying himself in me as deeply as he could. The air was soon thick with our grunts and cries.

  I'd been expecting my pleasure to build slowly, but it wasn't long before I could feel myself cresting again, helpless against that exquisite rhythm.

  "Have you been wearing your butt plug like I asked?" Sebastian said, his fingers firmly squeezing my ass.

  "Yes," I whispered, although the implication was lost on me. All I could focus on was the swelling inside me. A few more moments and I would be past the point of no return.

  He slipped one hand underneath me, stroking my moistened lips with his thumb, coating it with my juices. "Then you might want to hold on."

  That got my attention. But before I could voice a question, I felt a firm pressure against my rosette as he pushed his way in, and then all capacity for speech instantly fled.

  I'd had no idea a finger there could feel so good. It magnified everything else he was doing to me a hundred times over. Something broke inside me, and my knuckles curled white around the bed sheets. I'd never come like that before. Not even with him. It felt like every individual cell in my body was rupturing all at once.

  It was the kind of orgasm that should have left me in a crumpled heap, but Sebastian didn't stop, he didn't even slow, he just kept thrusting as my body clenched and buckled beneath him.

  "More, Sophia. I need more. I'd make you come all night if I could."

  And somehow, my body responded. With him, I felt like perhaps I could go all night. The raw physical connection between us drowned out everything else.

  Seizing my hips he flipped me around onto my back and lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder, squeezing my pussy even tighter around his hardness. With great drives he began fucking me once more, the new angle striking some long forgotten spot deep inside me. I could feel every inch of him, hot and rigid, as he urged my body towards another climax.

  This one was different, less intense, but longer, and I yelled wordlessly as he brought me over the cusp.

  "One more," he said, letting my legs drop back to the bed. The fire in his eyes made him look like a man possessed.

  I winced. "Sebastian I can't. I can't."

  "One more," he repeated.

  With my legs free he altered positions again, leaning down and wrapping one arm behind my neck, locking us in a lover's embrace. His mouth found mine, grazing softly across my lips, before moving down my neck to flit gently across my nipples. His thrusts became soft, almost delicate, as he gradually coaxed my spent body back to life.

  The intimacy of it all threatened to unravel me. We'd gone from kinky domination to tender lovemaking in just a few short minutes. I didn't understand. It was the kind of sex I expected to have with a lover of several years, not a self-professed anti-romantic playboy like Sebastian.

  Christ Sophia, don't read too much into it. Can't you just enjoy a good thing for what it is?

  But as we climaxed one final time together, clawing desperately at each other's bodies and choking out each other's names, I felt a wave of contentment unlike anything I'd experienced before.

  Yeah, you might be in trouble here, girl.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The whole next day, my conversation with Thomas played through my mind. In light of the things I'd felt last night, it was getting harder and harder to convince myself it was just sex with Sebastian. Our previous times together had been eye-opening, but this had been something more, something intimate. It filled a space inside me that I hadn't even known existed.

  But there was no future there. Thomas had said it, as had Sebastian himself. Whatever I felt from him had to be my imagination. Letting myself think otherwise was a recipe for more heartbreak. And so I knuckled down and tried to concentrate on work.

  A few mornings later, I received what appeared to be good news. In amongst the usual drudgery of my inbox was a request from Ernest to do some work on the Wrights case.

  Hope this is more like what you were looking for. Enjoy!

  I grinned. He'd come through after all! It was an important task too; hunting through client testimony and trying to distil it down to its core points. It was this sort of stuff that our case was built on. High five, Sophia!

  Working as fast as I could, I ploughed through my other tasks. I figured I'd have them all done by midday, then I could spend the afternoon on the meaningful stuff. I should have realised that it was too good to be true.

  At eleven thirty, I received an email from Jennifer.

  Hey Soph.

  Hope you're feeling better. Those prawns can be nasty things.

  Need you to take care of something. This came down from Mr Bell himself and Alan asked that I get our best people on it, so naturally I thought of you. It needs to be taken care of ASAP. Have fun.

  Attached was a series of case files for some tiny corporate litigation we were handling, with a note telling me to sift through and check for errors. It was lengthy, painstaking work, the kind most lawyers dread. To make matters worse, it took me all of a few seconds to see that the case wouldn't even make it to trial. There was barely enough evidence to make an accusation, let alone get a favourable judgement. She couldn't have crafted a more colossal waste of my time if she'd tried.

  Although Ernest technically outranked her, Jennifer had invoked both Mr Bell's and Alan's names, which should have pushed it to the top of my pile. I doubted either of them had really laid eyes on it, but proving that would be annoying, time consuming, and probably fruitless.

  I closed my eyes and attempted to contain my rage. It was impossible that it was mere coincidence. I finally received some real work, and out of the blue Jennifer miraculously conjured some mindless task for me. Not to mention her sickening faux chummy tone. She might as well have written "hahahaha" at the end of the email.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I'd left my office and was storming across the floor to hers. Telling off a superior wasn't the smartest career move, but at that moment I didn't really care.

  "Really?" I said, striding into her office unannounced.

  "Sophia," she replied, smiling up at me like that was the most normal greeting in the world. "What a pleasure. Is everything okay?"

  "What do you think? I've just been assigned work for the most pointless case on our books."
r />   Somehow she managed to look perfectly innocent. "Oh?"

  I glared at her. "The Phaidan File?"

  "Oh that. Come on, you're being a bit dramatic don't you think? If anything it's a compliment. We needed someone with a good eye for detail, so I assigned you."

  I felt my hands contract involuntarily into fists. I was a hair's breadth away from leaping over the desk and rearranging the details of her face. "It's bullshit, is what it is. That case is never going to see the inside of a court room and you know it."

  "Oh I don't know about that. In any case, I'm just doing what I'm told."

  "Oh yeah?" I said. "Well I'm not. I'm not wasting my afternoon on that crap when there's real work to be done."

  She stared at me for several seconds, a calculating glint in her eyes. Eventually she shrugged. "Well, suit yourself. Obviously I can't force you." Her voice turned sweet. "I just hope nobody upstairs hears that you're rejecting assigned work. You know how this place is; it's a slippery slope to the bottom."

  At that point I knew I'd played right into her hands. This was exactly the sort of reaction she'd been hoping for. It probably wasn't enough to land me in serious trouble, but causing me any kind of grief seemed to be a win in her books. She loved watching me squirm.

  "Why, Jennifer?" I asked, hating myself for sounding so defeated.

  For a moment a look of unrestrained glee spread over her face, but it was gone again in an instant. She was too smart to give up the game so easily. "Why what, Sophia?" she replied, her tone perfectly neutral.

  Unable to stand another second in her presence, I spun and fled back to my office. Slamming the door behind me, I sat down and let out a long breath. Calm blue ocean, Sophia.

  As much as Jennifer's antics angered me, I didn't know what I could do about them. The hierarchy was everything in our office, and despite how little she deserved it, she outranked me. That made her basically untouchable. Sure, I could try going to the higher ups, but it was career suicide to go behind a superior's back unless the problem was really serious. Once you had a reputation as a backstabber, nobody wanted to work with you. All I could really do was hunker down and try to roll with the punches.