Deceitfully Yours

by Bethany Bazile

  Two nights away from him and I was overly anxious to see him again. As soon as I got here, Jude turned into the Dom I love to watch. He gave me instructions then disappeared toward the back of the house. As per his instructions, I’m wearing black, lacy underwear, a garter, and spiked red heels. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hair, so I let it hang loose.

  I find my spot in the center of the room, kneel, and wait with bated breath for Jude to arrive. Every second feels like an eternity. My muscles tense, and my skin gets warm from how erotic it is to be on my knees anticipating the arrival of a man who makes every cell in my body sing. I’m honored to be the one to bring him pleasure and hope it’s as amazing for him as it is for me.

  I hear the click of the door shutting and hold my breath. My head is lowered, and my back is to the door. I can’t see him, but his presence surrounds me. He tangles his hand in my hair and pulls sharply until I’m standing and his body is pressed against my back. He tilts my head, then runs his nose up my neck, stopping at my ear.

  “You like to pretend to be so tough. Let’s find out how tough you really are.”

  He walks me over to an apparatus with three circular holes in it. He leans me over it and fits my head and each hand into the circular divots. Before I can react to what’s about to happen, a bar with matching circular divots closes over the tops and I’m effectively trapped, bent over with my practically bare ass in the air. He applies a padlock, walks around, and squats down in front of me.

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  I nod, and he says, “Let’s hear it.”

  “Red.”

  “Good. Now I’m going to put this blindfold over your eyes. When I take away one of your senses, the others will be heightened.” The moment I nod my understanding, he reaches out and darkness falls over me as he blindfolds me. Several silent minutes pass, and my nerves rise as I wonder what’s coming next.

  I hear it before I feel it. The whoosh of leather through the air, then the lashes land on my ass and I yelp. The pain is spread across my butt as many tiny strands hit my skin. I can handle the pain. In fact, surprisingly, arousal pulses through me causing me to grow wetter.

  “Keep your legs spread and your ass up,” he says.

  He pushes my legs open wider. Then he grazes the crotch of my panties with his fingers. He circles my clit gently through the material just as he lashes out again. Fire spreads across my ass.

  I groan. “Fuck.”

  He tears my panties, and cool air blows against my warm flesh as he discards the barrier. He slips his finger into my wetness and glides against my already swollen clit. My moans increase as he strokes me. Another lash lands on my back, but I’m beyond the pain now. I’ll take his pain as long as he doesn’t stop giving me the pleasure.

  He withdraws his fingers, and I groan in frustration. The flogger lands repeatedly on my butt and legs, and I’m on the verge of crying out, but I hold back.

  I flinch as something cool is applied to my ass. Then the familiar pressure begins again. There’s a slight sting as he inserts the plug. This one is larger than the last one. I grit my teeth and promise myself I’m going to take whatever he does without screaming for mercy.

  He sweeps his warm tongue over my pussy from behind, and I almost lose control. He massages my clit with his thumb, and my legs begin to tremble.

  Don’t come, don’t come, I chant to myself.

  He’s trying to break you, the voice in my head continues, but it can’t talk me down off this ledge. I’m ready to jump into an orgasmic pool, and I can’t even talk myself out of letting go.

  “Please, may I come, Sir?” What the fuck? Did I just beg him for my orgasm? Little tingly sensations begin to spark off in my core, and I realize I did beg him for my orgasm. Only it isn’t my orgasm; it’s his. He built it, molded it, and in order for me to reap the reward, I have to ask. Beg.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “No,” he answers, and my heart drops. I feel tears pooling in my eyes as he backs off and leaves me aching. I gasp as he slowly pulls out the plug and leaves me empty. His body surrounds me, and I can feel his full arousal slip across my moist entrance. He cups my breast in his hands and tugs my pebbled tips. He continues to slide his cock against me, teasing me.

  “Please…”

  “Please what?” he asks.

  “Please, fuck me, Sir.”

  With one hand on my ass and the other on his cock he guides himself to my entrance; only it’s the wrong one. My body tenses up, and I beg, “No, please no.”

  “Why not?” he asks.

  “I don’t think I’m ready, Sir.”

  His hand circles around my waist and strokes my clit. “Take a deep breath and relax. Do you think I'd hurt you or do anything you're not ready for?”

  “No, Sir.”

  I do as he says and try to relax, letting the sensations he’s causing with his fingers flow through me. I don’t know when he moved in so close, but he whispers in my ear, “You have three seconds to safeword or I’m taking this ass.”

  Fuck! He knows I won’t do it. I can’t do it.

  “Are you going to trust me to take care of you or are you going to safeword?”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s yours, Sir. My body is yours to—” The rest of the sentence gets frozen in my throat, never to be uttered, as the tip of his cock slowly slips into my ass with a burning sting.

  A gasp comes from deep in my throat as he slowly stretches me with his thick shaft. Just as I think he can’t go any farther, he shifts his hips and bottoms out inside me.

  “Oh my God!” The burn is insistent, but the edge of pleasure is rearing its head as Jude begins to slowly pull out of my tight hole. I find myself arching and pushing back into him as he thrusts back in. Happily accepting him in a way I’ve never been taken. Once I finally get comfortable with this turn of events, things change again. All of a sudden he inserts a dildo into my pussy, and it’s game over for me. The blindfold heightens every sensation, and this is extreme. His palm lands on my ass, and the pain excites my already overactive senses.

  He’s done it again. He stuck his hand into his bag of tricks and pulled out another surprise. His tactics are filthy and despicable, but feel like ecstasy to the tenth power. His strokes are stronger now. He hits every pleasure point inside me, and my legs begin to tremble. Flashes of light shine before my blindfolded eyes, and I groan like an animal.

  “Please, may I come, Sir?” One stroke, two strokes…I won’t be able to hold back.

  “Come,” he orders as the orgasm is already beginning to burst inside me. My body convulses into a string of spasms, and I cry out at the top of my lungs. My legs give out, but his hands firmly grip my waist and keep me up as he continues to take from me. He grunts, and it sends chills up my spine. I yelp as he pulls out and empties himself onto my ass, his warm cum marking me after taking a part of me I’ve never shared with anyone.

  I take quick, shallow breaths. I can’t believe that in the middle of the country, in this man’s dungeon, I’ve become a sex fiend. He’s shown my body pleasures only he is capable of, and I’m practically his slave for it.

  I don’t just want him; I breathe him. I don’t just desire him; I hunger for him. This has surpassed a simple exchange of power. I’m in the red zone, in danger of letting him take too much, but everything from here on out is unpredictable.

  Jude

  I pause outside the door to the room I gave her. After amazing sex comes the awkwardness. And it’s not that I don’t feel comfortable around her; I’ve never been in this kind of situation. I’m confused about Kylie. She’s nothing like any other women I’ve been with. She brings things out in me, things I didn’t realize I was holding back. She urges me on and encourages me in a way many women have frowned upon. As I held her and caressed her silky skin after her orgasm, something changed. She clung to me as if her world revolved around me when I carried her into her room. After s
pending ten minutes cleaning her up and assuring her she'd be okay, I didn’t want to leave her alone.

  Now I’m hovering behind the door, trying to figure out how to ask her if she wants to sleep in my room. Any woman who has slept there before was an empty attempt of being in a normal relationship. With Kylie I can feel something real blossoming, something that doesn’t involve me hiding who I am.

  Bringing her into my bed will be different because I can feel myself looking forward to waking next to her. We started this as a sexual arrangement, and I’m not even sure if she wants more, but I know I do. It’s something I didn’t expect, but not unwelcomed.

  The barrier around her is hard to get past, and I have this sinking feeling there’s more to Kylie than meets the eye. When she lets down her guard she’s kind, sweet, and very fascinating. I need to figure out a way to get past her walls, because I haven’t ever met a woman who’s had me nervously lurking in the halls of my own home.

  I knock on the door and enter without her answering. As I step into her room, the decision of where she’ll sleep is taken out of my hands. Her slim form is nestled under the sheets and her soft breaths indicate she’s sleeping.

  I lean over her and sweep her hair off her face. This moment of unguarded innocence is rare, and I take a few minutes to soak it in. I lean in and kiss her forehead. I’m immediately surrounded by her scent, nothing expensive or fruity. She smells sweet and warm, maybe a light almond aroma. It tempts me to slide in next to her and taste her savory skin, but I leave her there to rest.

  I slip into my bed moments later and spend a restless night trying to figure out how I’m going to turn a no-strings-attached relationship into the love affair of my life.

  Chapter Ten

  Kylie

  I wake with a start, glancing frantically around the room. After a moment of confusion I realize I’m still at Jude’s house. I drop my head back onto the pillow and curse myself for being so weak.

  Things are happening to me in this house that I have never experienced. And I’m not just talking about the mind-blowing sex. Jude is burrowing himself under my skin. I can feel and smell him when he isn’t even in the room. I can’t put my finger on what he smells like. A tantalizing aroma radiates from his skin in the same way power exudes from him. And when he smiles, the corner of his lips lifts slightly, and little crinkles form by his right eye.

  I’m already in too deep. My body aches in places I didn’t know it could. Who knew Jude taking my ass could be so incredibly pleasurable? He’s left his mark on my body and mind, and I’m beginning to think that’s part of his plan.

  I step out of bed, walk through the bathroom, and pick out a short silk robe from the dressing room. After brushing my teeth and taming my hair into a neat ponytail, I head upstairs to find Jude.

  Coming from the basement into the main part of the house is blinding. In the daytime, sunlight pours in through its floor-to ceiling-windows. The smell of fresh coffee floats through the air. Jude’s shirtless form is on the back deck, looking out over the lake. My fingers ache to have my camera to capture this perfect image. His pajama bottoms ride low enough to reveal the little divots over his tight butt, tempting beyond belief.

  I stop at the coffee machine and pour myself a cup before slipping out the sliding door that connects the kitchen to the deck. He doesn’t turn as I approach, but I can tell he knows I’m coming. The muscles in his back tense, and his trance breaks as he moves his head away from the spot he was staring at.

  “Morning,” I say, stopping next him and leaning against the railing.

  “Did you sleep well?” he asks without looking at me.

  “Better than most nights.” I realize I’ve revealed more than planned with my comment.

  He finally looks at me. “You have trouble sleeping?”

  “Not really.” I quickly change the subject and hope he’s satisfied with my answer. “This is an amazing view.”

  He watches me silently, making me slightly uncomfortable. As though he can read my thoughts and see my deep secrets. If that were the case, he would kick me out of his life and save himself from the trouble that comes along with me.

  “I have to go into the city in another hour. Will you come back tonight?”

  I meet his questioning gaze and shrug my shoulders. “Do you want me to come back?”

  He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair and looks back out onto the water. “That’s the problem, Kylie. I’m starting to think I want to keep you here.”

  Oh…It’s good to know I’m not the only person feeling this way. “Okay.” I know there was never any question I’d come back.

  He glances back at me with a dark look of passion before he reaches out and tangles a hand into my hair. He pulls my face against his bare chest and says, “Be here by seven. Don’t make me come get you.” He leans down, and I think he sniffs my hair. “’Cause I’d definitely drag you back here if I had to.”

  He releases me and walks back into the kitchen. Jude Baxter is officially my new weakness, and I’m selfishly pursuing something I know won’t end well for either of us. Even if I do what Mason wants, I’ll never be able to forgive myself for betraying Jude. And if I betray Mason…

  I won’t even allow myself to think of how catastrophic the outcome would be. I take a deep breath and breathe in the fresh country air. No matter what happens, I have to promise myself to live in the moment. This may be the only happiness I’ll ever have. When this is over and I’m alone in my bed, I want to remember this place and the man that consumed me in every way.

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  When I get home, Stacia is sitting at the kitchen counter worrying her lip. She darts up and meets me in the living room. “Where have been?” she exclaims.

  “I told you I was meeting up with Jude.” I walk through the apartment and down the hall to my bedroom.

  Stacia follows close behind me. “Yes, for dinner, not for breakfast in bed.”

  I spin around at the doorway to my room, and she collides with me. “What’s really bothering you, Stacia?”

  She takes a step back and sighs. “Mason was here again last night.”

  I should’ve figured her jittery behavior was due to Mason. “What did he want?” He doesn’t usually stop by so often anymore. He has faith our fear of him will keep us in line.

  “He didn’t say, but I think he was checking in on you.”

  “I’m not doing anything I’m not supposed to. He’s the one who sent me on this job.” I begin to pull off my clothes and change into my T-shirt and sweats. Stacia stares at me in disbelief.

  “Kylie, what you’re doing is not part of the job. I knew from the minute he sent you in after Jude that this would end badly. I never dreamed you would fall for him. I mean, you’ve been so frigid toward men since—”

  “Stacia! You’re rambling. Calm down.” She’s not inherently chatty, but when she’s nervous it’s hard to stop her rant.

  “I can’t. I’m worried about you. Can’t you just get the information from the safe and forget you ever met Jude?”

  “Even if I do get the information—though I’m not sure I want to anymore—it’ll take time.”

  “You’ve gotten into safes before. Mason taught you how.”

  “Yes, but I haven’t even seen Jude’s safe yet. I can’t get into all of them. His may be a challenge.”

  “You’re stalling. I know it.” She crosses her arms and taps her foot on the floor.

  “I know why you’re worried. Shit, I’m worried too. Just give me a little time, and I’ll figure out what I’m going to do.”

  She shakes her head and gazes at me with worried eyes. “You’re all I’ve got. Mason won’t let you betray him again.”

  “And you’re all I have.” I wrap my arm around her and hug her hard, even though she doesn’t return it. “I’ll figure something out.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Jude

  She steps from her car as my car pulls up behind. She’s wearing jean
s and a T-shirt with her long, blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, but she still manages to look fantastic.

  “Sorry I’m late, but at least I brought dinner.” Shit, did I just say that? Feels like I turned into a married man in a matter of hours. I need to stop thinking about how great it feels to look forward to coming home to someone.

  She hurries into the living room and grabs the control as I fix our plates. She barely notices the food when I put it down in front of her, and that’s the moment I realize what’s got her so captivated.

  “You watch The Walking Dead too?”

  She looks at me wide-eyed and asks, “You watch this?”

  “It’s probably the only show I watch.”

  We eat, talk, and watch the show as if we’ve done it a hundred times before. An hour later, the show is over, and we both lay our heads against the back of the sofa, gazing at each other quietly. I reach out and run my fingers through her silky hair.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, moving in closer. My lips are inches from her, and I can feel her elevated breaths against my face. Her eyes lower, lips part slightly. I’m sure the passion in her eyes is reflected in mine, but as I lean in to kiss her, she backs away.

  She jumps to her feet. “So are you going to let me see the last two rooms you’re hiding downstairs?”

  Odd how she’s willing to let me have her any way I want downstairs but pulls back when I try to kiss her. I guess I deserved that. The first night in the hotel she was open to kissing, but I shut her out.

  “I’ll let you see one of the rooms. I’ve never used it before.”

  “Really?” She turns her head to look at me as I rise from the coach.

  “Uh-huh, you’re my first” I reach out and push her hair behind her ear.

  “I’m flattered,” she says, voice raspy. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” She turns and walks to the kitchen.