Don't Come

by Jessica Gadziala

"It felt seedy."

  "Yep," he agreed. "That's why you never joined and explored. It felt like the internet equivalent of being a single woman walking into a dive bar full of creepy men."

  "That was exactly what it felt like," I agreed, surprised he understood.

  "It's the difference between walking into Paddles and walking into Limits," he said, referencing another BDSM club in the city that, well, looked like an actual dungeon, which, let's face it, was not a place a single woman walked into alone.

  "That's true. Limits was actually really nice."

  "Helps that a woman owns it, so she knows what other women do - and don't - find comfortable. She invested in my site back in the day. She had a lot of input on the tier system before I bought her back out."

  "You didn't want the advice?"

  "I didn't want anyone else to answer to," he corrected.

  "Right," I agreed, smiling. "You are a fan of control."

  "So, back to this cowboy and alien..." he said, lips quirking up.

  "It's a new book series," I told him. "An erotic book series. I am designing the covers and marketing materials."

  "Erotic, huh? With an alien and a cowboy?"

  "It's a niche genre, the alien romances."

  "You've read some, huh?" he asked, lips twitching.

  "Hey, don't judge me," I said, laughing. "They're surprisingly hot. Not in the tie-me-up tie-me-down kind of way, but in the 'they have extra appendages meant for pleasing a woman' kind of way."

  "Well," he said, trying to hide his smile, something that made his eyes light up all the more. "I don't have any extra appendages, but I seem to take care of the job quite satisfactorily," he told me, moving closer, a wicked promise in his eyes that made my sex clench hard.

  In such a short amount of time, my body had grown to need him, crave him, miss him when he was gone.

  Three days.

  It was nothing.

  I had had dry spells go three months.

  Hell, double, triple that sometimes.

  But it felt like an eternity.

  It felt like I was going to combust if I didn't feel his hands, mouth, tongue on me again.

  "Hmm," I said as he was just a breath away from me. "You know... it's been so long that I am having a hard time remembering..."

  "Well," he said, smirking, "we can't have that, can we?"

  I wondered as his hands reached for my hips what this would be like. Without the toys. Without the collars. Without the ties to bind me down.

  Just us.

  Just two people enjoying one another's bodies.

  Would that be enough for him?

  Did he always need the kink aspect to enjoy our time together?

  I guess I was about to find out.

  "No, we definitely can't," I agreed as he pulled me closer, his hand moving to frame my jaw.

  "Know what else is new for me?" he asked, finger stroking under my lower lip. "Kissing."

  "That would explain why you looked so shocked when I kissed you," I agreed. "And why it freaked you out, and you got all guarded after."

  "Guess there are some things you are going to have to teach me too," he told me, making my belly wobble, knowing how big that was for him to say. He was going to submit to me, trust in me to show him things like I had needed to submit and trust in him to show me things.

  "I think I'm a pretty good teacher," I agreed, leaning in, and sealing my lips over his.

  His hand tightened on my jaw before slipping back and behind my neck, his other going around my lower back to haul me against him as his lips pressed harder, deeper, got more demanding.

  "Bed," he growled against my neck when he broke the contact.

  I sealed my lips over his, and pushed him backward through my apartment, laughing against his mouth when I accidentally pushed him into a wall that he hit with a grunt.

  My body was turned, and his lips ripped from mine as he pushed me, sending me free-falling back onto my bed, landing with a grunt, then laugh as he smiled down at me.

  "Your bed sucks," he told me, reaching up to shrug off his jacket.

  "What? Why?" I asked, looking around at it. I had shopped for months and saved for weeks to get this bed. It was tufted and fancy and soft without being too feminine.

  "No slats," he told me, lips quirked up as he reached to slowly unbutton his shirt, exposing one perfect inch of skin at a time, proving a bit too slow for me, making me shoot up on the bed, reaching up to claw at them myself, something he let me do with a chuckle.

  "We don't always need slats," I objected, leaning forward, pressing my lips into the dips between his muscles, letting my tongue slip in between and slowly move upward until I was on my feet, my tongue working up his neck.

  I turned, pressing him until he took the cue and moved to sit off the side of the bed, head angled up to look at me as I reached to drag my sweatshirt off, then my leggings, leaving me in nothing but my panties, my body heating as his gaze moved hungrily over me.

  Once his gaze was on my face again, I moved in, slowly lowering myself down between his legs, watching as his eyes went more hooded.

  He said nothing, just watched me as I unfastened his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his straining cock.

  There were no instructions.

  No demands.

  He just watched, apt, as I took him into my mouth.

  His hand went to the back of my head, but he didn't guide, didn't demand anything, just took what was offered.

  "Adley," his voice rumbled. "Adley," he tried again, voice firmer, grabbing a hold of my hair and dragging it back until I lost his cock entirely. "Love that mouth, pet, but I want to be inside you tonight," he told me, voice low, as he pulled me up with him. Turning, he pressed me back onto the bed, moving over me, stealing my lips again. Like he couldn't get enough. Like if that were all we did all night, he would be satisfied.

  But my body, yeah, it had other ideas as he pressed down on me, my breasts crushed into his chest, my hips lined up with his, his cock stabbing into my belly.

  "Nathaniel, please," I sighed against him, grinding my hips up into him shamelessly.

  "Please what?" he asked, head ducking so his lips could trace down my throat. "Please lick your soaking wet pussy?" he suggested, making a path downward with his tongue.

  "Yes," I whimpered as his tongue slid down the center of my belly.

  "Well, I can do that," he told me a second before his lips closed around my throbbing clit and sucked hard.

  The pressure built quickly, my body stiffening, my breath shallowing out.

  His fingers slid beneath him, two fingers thrusting lazily inside me.

  "Nathaniel," I whimpered, hand pulling at the back of his neck, trying to drag him up, trying to get what I really needed - him inside me. "I need..."

  "You need to come for me pet," he told me, tilting his head up to watch me as his tongue started working my clit in quick circles, unrelenting, not giving my body a second to ebb. "Come," he commanded softly as my walls tightened hard.

  And then I did.

  The orgasm washing over me, slow and deep, pulling me under, making me gasp for air as he kept devouring me, dragging it out.

  He made a low, growling approval sound as he moved back over me, pressing his lips into mine, bringing me back down, then somehow pushing me back up again, my legs wrapping around his hips, grinding up into his still straining cock.

  "Nathaniel, please," I whimpered, hands running down his back to sink into his ass. "I need you inside me," I added, feeling his cock stroke between my lips.

  "Love when you beg for my cock," he rumbled in my ear before pressing back, then going off the side of the bed to fetch his pants, finding his wallet, and fishing out a condom, then slipping it on.

  But he didn't come back over me.

  I didn't get the body weight pressing me into the mattress that I was craving.

  Instead, he reached down, snagging my legs, and pushing them out of the way so he could slip into m
y bed and sit up by the headboard before reaching an arm out for me.

  "Come on," he said, voice coaxing. "You're in control tonight," he told me as I moved up on my knees to crawl up the bed and straddle him, my belly going liquid at the words.

  Not because I craved being dominant.

  Not by any stretch of the definition.

  But because he was letting me, because he was submitting to me for a while.

  It said a lot, I felt, that he was giving over something that had always been an integral part of sex for him.

  My hips sank down, feeling him stroke his cock up and down my slick cleft, stopping to rub it at my clit for a long second before moving downward again, stopping and pressing at the opening to my body, but not invading.

  "Take me in, Adley," he said, voice rough with need as he watched my face.

  And, well, I took him in.

  Slowly.

  Inch by inch.

  Letting the pressure be as intense as the moment felt for us.

  "Fuck, pet," he groaned when I took him to the hilt, letting out a slow, shuddering breath. His hands slid down my back, sinking hard into my ass, and dragging my hips forward slightly, making a new kind of pressure build, making my head fall back on a whimper. "There you go," he said softly, patting my butt, then moving his hands back upward, whispering up my belly to cup my breasts, softly working my nipples into harder peaks.

  I watched him for a long moment, taking in the sight of him being soft, touching and watching my body like it was something sacred, before the pressure became too much, and I started rocking against him.

  His gaze shot up to my face, eyes molten as I rode him, as I drove us both up.

  The closer I got, the more erratic my moves, the more my moans became whimpers of desperation.

  "Almost there, pet," he told me, starting to gently rock up into me, giving my body the steady rhythm it needed to grab hold of the orgasm and ride it out.

  I fell forward into him, crying out my release into his neck, my body racked with shakes for a long moment as the waves kept crashing through me.

  "Fuck," he growled, body stiffening, arms wrapping me up tight, as he came with me.

  I don't know how long we stayed like that after, him holding me tight, me a boneless mass of post-orgasm contentedness.

  One of his arms loosened, moving up to stroke through my hair for a long moment. "You have to let me up," he told me a while later, chuckling a little when I grumbled at the idea. "Think we've established that this is serious now," he said, making me press back to look at him, curious where this was going. "Lot of things I've never done with a woman before because it was always casual. But if you're on something, I want to feel you with nothing between us."

  Taking off the condom was a big step.

  It was such a big step that he wasn't the only one who hadn't gone there yet, regardless of being 'on something' since I was sixteen.

  To me, that had meaning.

  And no one I had been with had mattered enough.

  Nathaniel, though?

  This man who I had entrusted with every part of me, things I had never even thought about handing over to another man? Yeah, I think you could say he mattered enough.

  "I think it would be nice to take that step together for the first time," I admitted, watching as recognition crossed his face, making him grab me by the back of the neck and drag me forward to claim my lips, bruise into them, ensuring I would still feel him there long after.

  Then and only then did he swat my ass, making my hips jump up, and he slipped out of me.

  "I'll be right back. Then I think we have some Chinese to order. And medical shows to catch up on. I saw a new one on the other night. Have you seen it yet?"

  Was this real life?

  Was DOM Nathaniel calling to me through my apartment talking about takeaway food, and bringing up a show he likely only paid attention to because he knew I would like it as though this was the most normal thing in the world?

  Had I really been able to get it? The whole package? The fantasy and the reality?

  As he walked back in, stark freaking gloriously naked, and leaned down to snag his suit jacket, reaching inside, then coming back out with something very familiar dangling from his hands, I realized it was.

  I had it.

  Everything.

  "This time you understand," he said, unclicking the lock as he kneeled at the edge of the bed. "And this time, I've thought it through," he added, head ducked to the side, eyes more vulnerable than I had ever seen them.

  Because this was important to him.

  This mattered.

  He was right, we both knew what it meant.

  A commitment.

  And, this time, we were both ready for it.

  My belly went thick and liquid, moving around in a way that made me realize how significant this was for me, how much I wanted it.

  I never thought I would see a day when a collar would mean more than a ring, but then again, I had never imagined a day where I could have a man like Nathaniel in my life.

  I sat up, scooting forward toward him, then slowly lifting my hair up so he could slip it on.

  When he did, it landed heavy, this symbol of not only ownership, but his intentions to take care of me in any way I needed.

  His eyes were deep for a long moment before a smile pulled at his lips and lightened them.

  "If we're going to be hanging here sometimes, I think I need to go grab another of those blankets for you..."

  I was pretty sure my heart never felt as light as it did right then.

  I got to have Nathaniel.

  And another giant, fluffy blanket.

  What more could a girl ask for?

  EPILOGUE

  The Dom Nathaniel - 3 weeks

  The blindfold freaked her out.

  Not enough to demand to take it off, but enough that her body that had been soft and pliant a moment before was suddenly taut as a bow, her spine made of steel, her nerves making her jump at every small noise.

  Lack of control.

  The full of it, that was what she struggled with.

  Not the pain.

  Not the uncertainty of her next command.

  The one-hundred-percent trust in me.

  She was getting better though.

  Since that first panic attack about the binds.

  I hadn't tried again for that exact position. But she had allowed me to bind her bent over a chair, her round ass just begging me to spank it, her soaked pussy just waiting for me to fuck it. I had gotten her arms cuffed behind her back, and her feet cuffed together on the floor, mouth open for my cock to fuck it.

  And tonight, tonight she wasn't aware of it, but she was getting tied down again too.

  She couldn't see me as I moved around her, as I gathered everything I would need.

  "Arms up, pet," I demanded, moving close to her with the leather cuffs. Her body jolted at the sound of my voice, but her arms went obediently up above her head where I could bind her wrists, then use the hoop in the center to pull her with me across the room where I had methodically set it up while I made her wait for me, blindfolded and on her knees.

  Since she wasn't even aware I had bought it, she had no idea to anticipate it as I hooked her wrists to the bar on top, high enough that it made sure she had to stay on her tiptoes, but not enough for her to dangle.

  "Breathe," I demanded, watching as her chest inflated slowly, but shook with the effort.

  Nervous.

  That was okay.

  When she was nervous and surrendered, it was all the better.

  Tonight was designed to push her.

  It had been a while.

  She had relaxed into doing what she was told, the flogging, spanking, choking, throat-fucking. And, on the flip side, we had also been having the kind of sex I never thought I would enjoy. Vanilla. Normal. But, as it turned out, that shit was amazing when done with the right person as well.

  And Adley, well, she was the ri
ght person.

  I only became more sure of it as the days went on.

  I never thought I would like having someone waiting on me, wondering where I am, when I would be home, expecting things from me outside of the bedroom.

  But I found myself leaving work earlier, giving more executive tasks to Fagan and telling him to consider hiring another assistant to take care of the bullshit stuff like my schedule and answering phones and refilling coffee.

  I was delegating work just so I had more time to spend with her. I never thought I would see that day.

  But here it was.

  And I was fucking enjoying it.

  Enjoying her.

  And not just the sex, though we were still new and the sex was pretty constant.

  I was simply enjoying time with her. On weekends when I was off, but she was trying to put a little overtime in, I would watch her mutter at her screen as she tried to get something just right, or cursing when a client would make her make the thousandth tweak on a relatively simple project.

  Some nights, we ordered in. Others, she would show up at my place with bags full of groceries and make me food.

  Once in nothing but a fucking thong and the heels I had gotten her for the BDSMPA party, driving me to complete distraction so that I eventually just hung up on Fagan because I couldn't concentrate watching her move around chopping and mixing and pretending she was oblivious to what she was doing to me.

  We watched her medical shows which, I found out, were actually really interesting and engaging. Never having time since my twenties to even catch the tail-end of a show, it was a novel experience to get to binge with her curled up into me.

  "Relax," I demanded when I snagged her under the knee, and her entire body jolted hard, her arms yanking uselessly against their imprisonment.

  Pulling the knee up, I secured another leather strap around it, making half of her body suspend, then reaching down for her other knee until she was completely at my mercy.

  I moved away from her, pulling the tray closer, loaded down with toys we hadn't tried before, ones she probably didn't even know existed yet. Ones I was about to introduce to her.

  Which was why she was blindfolded.

  If she didn't see the toys, didn't make up her mind about them before they even touched her skin, then there was a better chance of her relaxing into them, learning to enjoy them.