Make Me: An Erotic BDSM Romance

by Cate Bellerose

  He couldn’t even wait for the elevator. His steps come up the stairwell, the clack of his shoes echoing off the cement walls. Shit, what else can I throw in front of the door? I jump out of bed and charge into the living room, scanning for things to pile on the couch.

  Alright, wait. He’s not going to just fucking charge in here, right? He’s not that crazy.

  Right?

  Time’s out. He stops outside the door, his breath heaving. Through the crack where my lock used to be, I see the black of his jacket move while he gathers himself.

  I need to nip this in the bud. “I didn’t answer on purpose, you know. You’re wasting your time. I don’t have time for someone who lets his girlfriend break up with me for him.”

  “What?” There’s a thud. Did he just slam his head against my door? “That’s what she told you? Fuck, I’m gonna... No, you know what? I’m not, because I don’t fucking have time for her. I only have time for you.”

  “Listen, you...” I don’t get any further.

  “No, you listen!”

  Oh God, there’s that steel that makes my spine tingle. How do I stand up against that?

  “First of all, why would you ever listen to my ex over me?” Well, when he puts it like that. “In what world does that fucking make sense? Didn’t occur to you that she might have her own agenda? Viv and me? We’re done. Over. Finished. No more. Right now, I could never speak to her again and still be perfectly happy. Is that fucking clear?”

  The lump in my throat is so big I can hardly swallow past it. It’s beginning to occur to me that I might have fucked up.

  “Second of all, even if everything she said was true, didn’t it ever occur to you to even talk to me first? Haven’t I earned at least that much respect? I know we haven’t known each other long, but when did I ever do anything to make you think I wouldn’t be straight up with you?”

  Shit.

  “Third, when are you gonna let me in? I’d prefer if I didn’t have to share all of this with your neighbors, who are doubtless trying to sleep.”

  Now.

  I grab the couch and tug at it, its scrape across my old linoleum floor loud in the silence of my apartment. As soon as door’s clear, Gabriel opens it and stands at the threshold, his tall, broad frame filling the frame, silhouetted against the hall light.

  “Gabriel.” Shit, here come the stupid tears again. I can’t get my voice above a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You know, one day I’m going to enter your apartment and find you wearing clothes, and it’s going to be a sad, sad day. I’m so glad today isn’t it.”

  His smirk tells me it’s going to work out. His voice tells me I’m naked. God, I was so stressed. I didn’t even think about it. My hands are hardly enough to cover me, but I try.

  My voice cracks just a little. “Not my fault you keep busting in here in the middle of the night.”

  He takes a step closer, looming over me and closing the door behind him. “It is very much your fault, actually. Last time you called me over. This time, I’m here because you couldn’t behave.”

  Even in the dark room, the glint in his eyes is full of promise. He takes a step closer, flicking on a table lamp as he passes by. “It’s a shame to hide something that gorgeous in darkness. Put your hands away.”

  I’m gonna wear out my lower lip with chewing, but I lower my arms, baring all of me. He saw it all at the club, but this time it’s only for him and that feels different somehow. He can have anyone he wants, but he’s here, looking at me. Just me.

  I don’t even know if I can sound seductive, but I do my best. “I’ve been a bad girl, Gabriel. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

  He laughs, that deep rumble in his chest. Another step closer, and his clothed body is against me. What’s he going to do? Already different punishments are racing through my head, each new one making my breath come faster than the previous.

  “On your knees, babe. And call me Sir.”

  Oh God. Blood flows to between my legs. “Yes, Sir.” I sink down to my rug, finding the fly of his jeans right in front of my face.

  “Look up. Eyes on me. Take me out and get your mouth around me, but don’t you dare take your baby blues away.”

  I look up and our eyes lock. His gaze is intense. Hungry. He stares right into me. A shiver starts right at the top of my spine and ratchets its way down through my whole body. My fingers shake while I work open his fly. Why don’t they make these things with quick release snaps?

  I tug his pants down, unable to tear my gaze away from his even if I wanted to. Feeling my way back up along his muscular thighs, I slide my hands along his burning hot skin until I reach his snug boxer briefs, distended by his erection. My fingers brush against him, and he draws a sharp breath. God, he’s ready.

  Hooking my fingers in the elastic, I free him. Letting the underwear drop to pool around his ankles, I wrap both of my hands around his length, making two fists around his pulsing flesh. He’s so large.

  “Your hands feel nice, Pet, but I’m not a patient man.”

  He’s lucky I can’t wait either. I touch my tongue to the tip, getting a taste before I lean in and take him between my lips. He’s so thick, so ready for me. I cup him with my right hand, stroking him softly while I begin to bob.

  His strong fingers thread into my hair and make tight fists, making sure I’m not going anywhere. Guiding me, he shows me the motion he wants, the depth. Looking up is awkward, another thing to remember, but his burning gaze holds me, unwilling to let me go.

  He takes my mouth like he would my pussy, thrusting while pulling me against him. Too deep, and he pulls back to let me cough, then does it again. He loves it, making me love it. God, his moans turn me on. The insides of my thighs are getting slick.

  I want him in me, and tonight I’m not taking no for an answer.

  He tenses. Already? He groans, an animalistic sound deep in his throat, as hot, slippery cum fills my mouth, coats my tongue, slides thickly down my throat. I love it because it’s his. Anything he wants to make me do, so long as we’re not done.

  “Fuck. The scene earlier, and now this. Couldn’t hold back. But you enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

  I lick my lips and grin. “Yes, Sir.”

  He steps out of his shoes and pants, and I notice happily that he’s barely softened. There’s going to be a round two, and it better involve him deep inside me. Crossing his arms and grabbing the hem, he tugs his black t-shirt off. It peels off him, and I know I’ll never tire of seeing those hard abs and that powerful chest being exposed. He throws the shirt onto the couch, then faces me, naked and already firming back up.

  “So, you’ve been a naughty girl. I’m giving you five seconds to get onto your bed with your ass in the air and your face on the sheets. You’re going to regret running off on me like that. I’m tempted to never let you out of my sight again.”

  I melt inside at those words. How did he get under my skin so quickly? Maybe it’s just meant to be.

  “Four.”

  Oh shit. I dart into my bedroom, holding my boobs, hearing him laugh behind me.

  “Three.”

  Throwing myself on the bed, I get on my knees right in the middle and mash my face to my comforter. I feel so exposed. When he comes in, my wet pussy is the first thing he’ll see.

  “Two.”

  There’s a rustling sound, then I hear his steps coming closer. He stops in the doorway, finds the light switch and bathes my bedroom in light. That was my last layer of modesty, stripped away at a flick.

  “One. Beautiful.” He throws something onto the bed next to me with a dense thump. His belt. Thick, wide, dark brown leather with a big metal buckle. “I need some scarves. Or belts. Where do you keep them?”

  I point to my old wooden dresser. It’s huge, and ancient, with big deep drawers. The top drawer holds the small stuff, like underwear, socks, scarves. Oh, and my toys. He’s going to see all of them! After all we’ve done, I’ve no idea why t
hat makes me blush so hard, but I feel it warming my face.

  “Nice collection, Pet.” He whistles in appreciation, but only takes out a couple scarves. “Just a little insurance, so you don’t run away. I’ve seen what a brat you can be.” His grin’s lopsided while his eyes sparkle. “Arms back to your ankles.”

  My breath catches. I’ll be open to anything he wants. That terrifies me and makes my stomach drop, even as I’m only getting wetter. The belt rests heavily on the bed next to me, full of painful promise. I put my arms back.

  With quick, practiced movements, he fastens my wrists to my ankles. I’m defenseless. Trapped. His.

  His touch on the back of my thigh startles me, palm flat on my shivering skin. Adrenaline rushes through me and goosebumps rise on my arms, making me tingle. The skin is still sensitive from our play at the club, making me dread a second round. No way he’s getting the same fight out of me this time, but I’ll sure as hell try.

  Tracing my curves, he slides his hand up over my ass, gripping the cheek in a sudden grasp, claiming it. I gasp at the stinging jolt across my tender flesh.

  “Mine.” Just single word, softly spoken, but it echoes in my ears like a shout.

  Sliding downward, his fingers reach my pussy, sliding easily between my slick folds. A thick finger, his thumb, slips in and I clench, trying to grasp him, pull him closer. A couple of strokes in and out, and his hand moves on, cupping my mound.

  “Also mine. Say it.”

  I want to scream yes, but I know it’s not what he wants to hear. I have to earn the right to beg for it. “No.” I force it out between clenched teeth. It’s so difficult to say. There’s nothing I want more than him in me, right now, so hard and loud that every single one of my neighbors know. “You’re not the boss of me.”

  He laughs. “We’ll see about that.” His hand leaves me and reaches for the belt. I clench my eyes, knowing this is going to hurt. Hell, I already hurt from the first time tonight. God, I can’t wait.

  “You may think you’re all that, but you’ll be begging me to fuck you by the time we’re done. Sure you don’t want to just give in now? It’ll hurt a lot less.” The edge of excitement in his voice and the way he’s already doing test swings with the belt tells me that’s not what he wants.

  “No.” I twist my head, so I can stare him right in the eyes. “And you can’t fucking make me.”

  “Tell me your safewords.” He pulls the belt through his hand, caressing the leather.

  “Yellow to slow, red to stop. Like you could make me use them.” I’m panting with lust, each breath pressing my boobs into the sheets, making them brush against my nipples. Every little bit of me is tense, waiting for his touch or the touch of his belt.

  “As I like to say, this is gonna hurt you...”

  I cut him off. “...more than it hurts me. Blah fucking blah. You need new lines, babe.”

  A whistle as the belt cuts through the air is the only response, followed by a loud smack and bright stripe of pain across my ass. My breath goes out of me with a whoosh, making my cry come out as a dry wheeze.

  I draw a deep breath. “That all you got, big guy?”

  Another stripe follows, and this time I voice my cry. Fuck, that stings, right across the back of my right thigh. Then another, and another, quick smacks against my ass cheeks.

  “All you have to say is that you’re mine, and the hurt will stop.”

  “You can kiss my shiny red ass, Gabe.”

  “You bet it’s shiny and red. You’ll be sitting pretty in the morning.” His voice is tight, controlled, but only barely. There’s an animal under there, just aching to get out. My animal. “You’re lucky you already got a solid round tonight, or I’d go a lot harder on you.”

  The leather kisses my skin again, hard. Forcefully, painting my skin red, one swelling track after another. If that’s going easy, I fear what hard means. It burns, deep beneath the skin, tingles racing up and down my spine, my legs, out to my fingertips. My nerve endings flare up every time the leather strap impacts.

  He stops, and it’s almost worse. Without each new strike to focus on, I’m forced to feel everything he’s already done. It’s like I can almost pick out every individual stripe on my skin. My gut’s clenching, and I’m catching my breath from all the screaming. Love hurts.

  Love?

  Jesus, it’s only been a few days, but that can’t be it, can it? Infatuation? Puppy love? Appreciation of a good time? They don’t sound sufficient.

  When did I pinch my eyes shut? I open and watch him. He’s not looking at my face, but eyeing his handiwork. His expression is captivated, like he’s examining a masterpiece. The corners of his mouth are turned up, a private smile as he takes me in.

  He reaches out, and even though I watch him do it, I still jump when his rough fingers make contact with the sensitive skin of my ass. He bends forward, and touches his lips right next to his fingers.

  “Told ya.” I can only whisper, still catching my breath.

  He ignores me and kneels, touching his lips right onto my folds. Oh God. The sweet touch of his kiss contrasts starkly with my aches and burns. He kisses again, letting his tongue flick out to touch my clit. It’s like a spark flashes and arcs across my skin.

  “Imagine, Pet. It could be so good, so sweet. You could be moaning in ecstasy, not crying in pain. Just tell me who you belong to.” He stands and readies, already knowing what my answer will be.

  I wiggle my upturned ass at him. “I belong to me. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

  He strikes with a loud thwack, the sound echoing in my bedroom. “This.”

  Sharp pain drives through me, making my whole body thrum. He lays into me, blow after blow, until I can hardly tell one hit from another. The pain roars in my ears, blocking out everything else.

  The tears finally come, sliding down my cheeks while I sob, my breath catching in my throat. There’s a purity to it, a cleansing, an obliteration of the self in the pain. A release, and suddenly it all wells out. It’s that perfect moment, when it’s been exactly enough, exactly right, delivered by exactly the right man.

  “I’m yours.” I barely get it out between gasps. “I’m yours, Gabriel.”

  The belt clatters to the floor. I hadn’t even noticed him bring them in, but he grabs a little wrapper off my dresser and tears it open, then slides on the condom quickly, eagerly. Yes. Finally.

  Getting behind me on his knees, he nudges the tip right up against me. “You haven’t forgotten your safewords, right?”

  “No safewords. I’m yours. Prove it.”

  He slides in with a sigh, a satisfied groan, sinking deep in one long thrust. God, he feels good. He fills me completely, and maybe just a little more. Just enough to stretch. Just enough to ache.

  Wrapping his large hands around my waist, he fucks me like he beats me, hard and mercilessly. His hips pound into my bruised ass, shaking me, driving little nails of pain through me that meld with the delicious sensations radiating from my pussy.

  I want to push back, but I can’t. The scarves are too tightly tied, and I groan in frustration. “Please.”

  He laughs and fucks harder, driving me into the sheets with each thrust. The old bed creaks and groans under us; the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. If my neighbors weren’t aware before, they are now.

  “Please. Let me hold you.”

  It’s like he can’t untie me fast enough, tugging both scarves at once, and suddenly my hands are free. I moan with the loss when he withdraws, but he picks me up and throws me down on my back before climbing in between my legs. His cock waves proudly in front until he gets on his elbows over me and slides back in, making me moan.

  I need him close. Wrapping my arms around his strong neck, I pull him to me. His stubble’s rough against my skin, but I part my lips for him as he puts all his strength and passion into a kiss that makes my toes curl and my breath stop. I clutch him tightly, loving the rub of his hard chest against my tight nipples.

 
Coming up for air, he nuzzles his way down until he’s nibbling on my neck. His whisper’s hoarse in my ear. “I knew you’d give in.” He punctuates with a hard thrust that drives my ass into the bed.

  “Shut up and fuck me.” I pause for effect. “Sir.”

  He does, claiming me in the only way that counts, until I tense up and come around him, my muscles clenching and my back arching under him. I run my hands through his sweat-slick hair, pulling hard as I cry out.

  Not far behind, he tenses, swells and pushes deep, his groan a rumble in his chest as he fills me. His whole body shivers against mine, like a stallion after a hard gallop. I smile. My stallion. Running my hands down his broad back, I grab his hard ass, loving how it flexes.

  He collapses over me, his heavy breathing loud in my ear and his softening cock still buried deep. I don’t want him to ever pull out, but man, he’s getting heavy. I try to roll him over, but it’s like trying to move a mountain, even if it’s a gorgeous mountain with beautiful hazel eyes.

  “C’mon, I can’t breathe, you big oaf.”

  “Already building credit for your next punishment? We don’t tolerate disrespect around these here parts.” He rolls to his side, though, leaning on an elbow to look down at me.

  “Listen...” I pause, not sure where to go with this. “Thanks for coming after me. I feel like an idiot.”

  “Hey, I’d be an idiot not to. Viv can be pretty convincing when she wants to be. I’m just sorry she got to you.” He runs a tender finger along my jawbone.

  “I still don’t get why. She’s so beautiful, sexy. Hell, if I was a guy, I’d be wanting to bone her too.”

  He laughs. “Yeah? Maybe we can work something out.” His teasing voice makes it obvious he’s not serious.

  I smack him on the arm. “Dork.”

  “What?”

  “Sorry. Dork. Sir.” I stick my tongue out.

  “Alright, serious time. I’ve never had anyone grab me like you do. Not only are you beautiful...”