Breaking the Chain

by Golden Angel

  A considering look flickered across her eyes as she thought about what he said. After all, he'd pretty much proven that he didn't have any trouble getting her off with his tongue. Jared suspected it had a lot to do with Leigh's inherent submissiveness and her desire to service her Dom.

  Deepening his voice, he nodded down at his cock again. "Now come here, little girl, and ride me. I want to watch you bouncing up and down on my cock until you cream yourself all over it."

  The pout disappeared from Leigh's face, replaced by something that looked more like anticipation. She licked her lips as she crawled up the bed towards him, straddling his hips and grasping his thick length in her hand to point his dick straight up so that she could place the already leaking mushroom head against the entrance of her body.

  Relaxing back, as much as he could with a raging hard on, Jared enjoyed watching every second of Leigh's expression as she slowly sank down onto his cock. In this position, she was even tighter than usual, by necessity as her muscles strained against gravity. It felt fucking amazing as her pussy clenched and rippled around him, her wetness sliding over his cock, her hands delicately placed on his chest for balance as she rocked slightly, working him into her body.

  By the time she finally hit home, her pussy lips pressing against his groin, his relaxed pose was a mere facade. Blinking, Leigh peered at him through her lashes, wetting her lips as she panted, her inner muscles twitching while she rested for a moment.

  "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, letting his appreciation show as his gaze traveled from her perky, tight nipples, down to where her pale skin was splayed over his dark hips. "Ride me."

  ******

  The deep growl in Jared's voice rolled through her, making her tighten around him as arousal washed over her.

  This really wasn't one of her favorite positions, but she was way more excited about it now than she'd ever been in the past. As soon as Jared had started ordering her around, she'd realized this was going to be different than her previous experiences. He hadn't given up one iota of control, not one thread of dominance, despite putting her on top.

  And that was the difference. He had put her on top, not asked her to be or suggested she might like to be... it was very clear who was in charge and what he wanted to do.

  She also had to admit, she was getting turned on as all hell by his nonchalant demeanor. The way he was watching her as she started to rise and fall, working herself up and down on his cock, feeling it rub against all her swollen, sensitive tissues as she impaled herself on him. As her breasts bounced, her nipples ached to be touched, and she found herself leaning back so that she could use her hands. Pinching the small buds, she rolled them between her fingers, startled at how good it felt to be touching herself. But maybe she was just responding to the gleam in Jared's eye.

  "That's it, little girl, pinch those pretty pink nipples. Tug on them... don't slow down, keep riding me. I like watching you sliding up and down my dick... I want to watch you writhing on top of me."

  Sparks of pleasurable pain went straight from her nipples to her clit as she followed his directions, whimpering as her arousal kicked up another notch.

  She felt like a slave-girl, like she was servicing him, pleasuring him while providing him with a visual feast. The more he watched her, the more she felt his hips lift beneath her as she slid up and down the slick length of his cock, the more aroused she became. Letting her head fall back, Leigh gave herself over to the sensations - something she'd never done in this position before. Normally being on top meant she was super focused on the man beneath her, attending to his needs... but her pleasure was Jared's and she could feel that in his hot gaze.

  He didn't just want her to ride him to a satisfying orgasm for himself; he wanted to watch her. Command her. Verbally control her.

  When he finally couldn't take it anymore, his hands coming to her hips, physically controlling her movements and forcing her to grind down against him. His hands gripped her sensitive butt, one finger sliding between her cheeks and seeking out her hole. She was so wet that his finger slid in easily, filling her so completely that she orgasmed almost immediately; the ecstasy blossoming inside of her like a flower suddenly come into bloom.

  She writhed on top of him, creaming all over his cock, just like he'd told her to.

  Chapter 16

  "You guys don't think this is a little overboard?" Jared asked, a bit skeptical, as he looked around the bar they were standing in. It was just a few minutes’ walk away from the bar that Leigh had told him she was going to with the girls tonight.

  "Nope," said Adam. He picked up his tumbler of scotch and took a sip, glancing at the watch on his wrist for the third time in the past half hour. As usual, he was dressed in business casual attire, making him stand out from the other bar patrons.

  Jared, Patrick, Rick, Jake, and Michael were all dressed much more casually. Well, Rick was wearing a button-down, like Adam, but he was also wearing jeans. Both Rick and Jared had chosen sweaters, Michael had on a long sleeved crew neck shirt, and Jake was wearing his Capital's jersey. They were also all drinking beer, making Adam stand out even more. Not like that ever bothered him.

  Apparently it was a time honored tradition for the men to get together on girls' nights, preferably as close to where the women were going to be without any of them finding out that the guys were nearby as possible. Not at all stalkerish, Jared thought, rolling his eyes.

  On the other hand, it was definitely preferable to sitting around by himself at home or standing at the door to the club, while none of his friends were around. Justin, Chris, and Jessica were out on a date tonight, while Liam and Hilary were at her parents for some wedding planning, and Andrew had been planning to go with them but had been called away for some emergency with his sister - which could really range anywhere from talking her out of moving overseas to bailing her out of jail. Ivy was a handful and her father had no real control over her.

  "Normally it's just nice to get together," Patrick said. "Tonight though... well, let's just say I always feel better when Olivia is with them, but since no one could cover her for Dungeon Monitor duty tonight, I like being nearby."

  "Plus, there's been trouble on girls' nights before," Rick pointed out, although his tone was amiable and he didn't seem the least bit worried. His blue eyes turned a little icy at the memory. "Jessica's asshole ex."

  "That was at least partly my sister's fault," said Jake, amused. He'd obviously heard all about it from Patrick, whom he shot a sly glance.

  The big man groaned. "Don't remind me. Sometimes I think that Lexie thinks she's my size."

  Jake snorted. "She's always thought she's bigger and badder than she actually is."

  "Well it helps when you have a big brother who will kick the ass of anyone who looks at you sideways," Patrick retorted. "So really, it's all your fault." He nudged Jake in the ribs with his elbow. The former soldier immediately nudged him back, with enough force to rock Patrick slightly.

  "Now, now children, play nicely," Adam said condescendingly. Patrick and Jake had been best friends for so long that they were more like brothers, which meant a lot of wrestling and physical struggles for dominance. While Jake wasn't a Dom, he was definitely an alpha male, so the two of them were pretty much constantly going at it when they were together.

  Which they hadn't been for a while; Jake had been busy getting a new job and moving out of his parents' house, where all his stuff had been waiting for him. At least those were his excuses. He'd been pretty distant lately, but maybe he'd just been getting used to civilian life again. Tonight he seemed like his old self, laughing and joking, and giving Patrick a hard time about being in a relationship with his little sister. Not that Jake was upset that the two had gotten together, he just teased Patrick because his friend was obviously a bit worried about it.

  "Why do you keep looking at your watch?" Michael asked Adam, as the blond lifted his wrist yet again. "Are you expecting her to call at a certain time or something? Beca
use you know she's not going to on Ladies' Night."

  "I know," Adam said, giving Michael a bit of a look. Michael and Angel had been friends for a long time, which meant that Michael knew her extremely well, and, on top of that, Angel tended to have very tactile friendships and mostly male friendships. It gave Adam's possessive side a constant workout. Jared might have a little more sympathy if he hadn't noticed how tactile Adam and Leigh had become. There was as little chance of them getting together as there was of Angel and Michael, but he still didn't think Adam had any room to talk. Angel and Leigh just liked to cuddle, hold hands, and generally touch everyone they were friends with. Jared prided himself on being easier about it than Adam was. "It's just about time for them to be heading from Murphy's to the bar and they have to pass right by here. I just want to keep a lookout to make sure they don't come in here instead."

  "Oh. That makes sense." Michael looked thoughtful, his dark hazel eyes immediately going to the windows at the front of the bar. They were standing well back away from them, so someone casually glancing in wouldn't see them.

  Jared wasn't entirely sure what had prompted Michael to join them, although he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with a certain dark haired beauty who had joined the ladies for the first time. Not that Michael avoided hanging out with all of them, and he'd been around more than Jake, but only when Angel was also there. This was the first time he'd come to spend time with just the guys.

  "So you want to collar Leigh, huh?" Rick asked Jared, in an abrupt change of topic that had him jerking in surprise.

  "What? Yeah... I mean, only at the club - where did you hear that?" Jared stammered, his thoughts tumbling out all at once. He hadn't mentioned it to any of the guys yet and he'd spent all day with Leigh until she'd left for Murphy's... Which meant Freddy. Not that Freddy would have called any of the men here, but apparently Stronghold gossip moved even faster than Jared had realized.

  "Ooo, getting serious?" Jake said, perking up and grinning at Jared. Since Jared knew that Lexie had originally hoped her brother and Leigh might get together, he was glad to see that Jake definitely didn't harbor any jealous feelings over that. Leigh had said they were just friendly, but it was nice to get the confirmation.

  "I just want to make things clear at the club," he said a bit grumpily. "We're exclusive, she's taken... but I'm not changing my ways. I don't need her in a collar all the time."

  "Just where you're worried about poaching," Patrick teased. "What you don't realize is that there are probably men hitting on your girl right now."

  "Yours too," Jared shot back. "Vanillas aren't going to know what Lexie's choker means."

  "There they are," Adam said suddenly, cutting through the conversation that he'd been completely ignoring. All of the men turned as one, their heads swinging up - not unlike prairie dogs when a hawk flew over, Jared thought with amusement. No one spoke as they watched the women pass by through the tinted windows of the bar.

  Leigh looked gorgeous, her black leggings disappearing underneath her blue wool coat, hands stuck in her pockets. She had her elbows linked with Angel's and Lexie's, and behind them Ellie, Sharon, Kate, and Maria were all linked in the exact same way. All of the women were pink-cheeked and laughing, clearly visible in the lamplight. None of them even tried to glance into the bar, not that they'd have been able to see much through the dark windows, but the men could see them just fine. It was a nice show, and they weren't the only ones who noticed.

  Turning away once the ladies disappeared from sight, Jared was surprised to see that Jake had been just as interested in the passing women as the rest of them.

  "Who's the short one?" Jake asked, obviously trying to sound interested without sounding too interested. Probably worried that they'd all jump on any sign of interest from him, considering the way most of them had tried to push Leigh at him when he'd first gotten home. His loss, Jared's gain.

  "Sharon," said Patrick. "Kate's friend."

  Jake just nodded noncommittally. It was entirely possible he was just curious about the only woman in the group that he hadn't recognized on sight. Especially since his eyes almost immediately wandered to a group of girls over at the bar, who kept giggling and looking over at them. Jared had noticed them a while ago, but had immediately dismissed them from his notice. Only Jake and Michael would be interested, and he did not feel like chatting with some drunk chick just so that either of them could make a move.

  Not that he thought Leigh would mind him playing wingman, it was just that he didn't want to be distracted. After all, this was guys' night out. Standing around and contemplating about what the women might be talking about or doing was much more interesting to him than small chat with a stranger so that Jake could get laid.

  ******

  "I needed this!" Sharon threw her hands up in the air, waving them around like she just didn't care (because she sure as hell didn't). She spun in place on the dance floor, which so far consisted of just them and one other group that was all couples and they were practically humping their partners on the dance floor. Feeling Angel's hands on her hips, Leigh giggled... heh, like she had room to talk!

  The best way to deter guys from trying to join into a group of women dancing was to dance with each other. Closely. The really skeevy guys on the dance floor were like predators, watching from the sidelines and circling the prey, until they swooped in and inserted themselves between the women, attempting to cut one from the herd. The best way to avoid having to deal with those guys at all was to never make eye contact, dance exuberantly, and occasionally press yourself up to one of your girlfriends if someone looked like he was going to make a move anyway.

  Of course, when Olivia was with them, all they needed to do was catch her eye, but tonight they were on their own for now.

  Leigh gyrated against Angel, throwing her head back as sweat beaded her forehead, closing her eyes for a moment in the pure bliss of a pounding bass and the sheer physical joy of dancing. She'd needed this too and she hadn't even realized it. As much as she loved spending time with Jared, and hanging out alone with Angel and Adam or just Angel, there was something different about being able to go out and just let loose with the girls. Plural. Especially when dancing was involved.

  They danced in a circle, laughing and cheering when their favorite songs came on. Leigh was having so much fun tonight. Hanging out with and getting to know Ellie better had been a lot of fun; she was kind of sad that Michael's presence had kept the other away for so long. She was awesome. Guarded, but sweet and funny... a hell of a lot quieter than the others, which made Leigh feel an instant kinship to her. While Lexie, Sharon, Angel, and Kate had been cracking jokes and providing most of the conversation, Maria had presided like a kind of motherly figure, and Leigh and Ellie had done a lot of listening and laughing. That was what Leigh liked, and Ellie seemed to also - although she would occasionally mutter wickedly sarcastic and funny things low enough that only Leigh could hear them. Usually commentary on what the others were saying, and when Leigh would crack up, they'd all clamor for her to repeat it, but Ellie would just smile mysteriously and shake her head, turning the conversation back to the whatever topic was currently being discussed.

  She was obviously not someone who liked a lot of attention on her.

  "I need another drink!" Kate shouted over the music, holding up her glass which had been reduced to nothing but a few ice cubes that were slowly melting.

  "Me too!" Lexie said.

  Leigh held up one finger. "Hold on, just lemme get rid of this bullshit water." They all laughed as she chugged the last gulp of water she had left in her glass. No one was drinking heavily, but Leigh was doing the least. She'd confined herself to one glass of wine with dinner and had told them she was allowed to get one delicious, fruity, sugar-laden drink while they were out dancing. Their job was to make sure she kept her resolve to only have those two drinks tonight. Maria had solemnly promised her that she would steal any drinks Leigh tried to order after those two, all in the nam
e of friendship of course.

  They made their way to the bar as a group; even though Ellie was still sipping on her beer, she didn't want to be left behind on the dance floor. The music was blessedly quieter away from the dance floor, so that they could hear each other without shouting. Leigh's throat was already feeling a little sore, just from all the yelling they'd had to do to be heard.

  Tropical Hurricane in hand, Leigh made a face at the song that was currently playing. "Ick... this is not danceable."

  "That's okay, I could use a breather anyway," Ellie said, moving next to her and away from the bar so that those who hadn't gotten their drinks could crowd closer. "I haven't been dancing in so long, I'd forgotten how exhausting it could get."

  "You should come hang out with us more," Leigh said. "Not that we go dancing all the time, but we try to do it at least once a month - although it usually ends up being more like once every other month."

  Ellie's dark eyes flicked to Kate and then back to Leigh, a small smile tinging her lips. "I might do that. I will admit, I worried it would be awkward."

  "Kate's not like that," Leigh said. She shook her head. "Granted, I'm not sure why she's not like that, but she's not."

  "Want to know a secret?" Ellie asked, leaning in. She'd been drinking beers all night and the citrusy, hoppy scent of her breath made it clear that she was at least pretty tipsy, if not a little drunk. "Andrew and I haven't had sex since she came to the club the first time."

  Leigh gaped. "Why is that a secret?"

  "Because he told me not to tell anyone," Ellie said, shrugging. "Who knows why. Men."

  "Men are totally incomprehensible," Angel said, popping up next to them with Lexie by her side as she held a straw to her lips and took a quick sip of her drink. She'd obviously only caught the last thing that Ellie had said, otherwise Leigh knew that she'd be jumping around like an excited jumping bean. Hell, Leigh was reeling. Did that mean that Andrew had been totally celibate since Kate had started coming to Stronghold? And what did that mean?! "Which one are we talking about?"