“Sounds like I have a lot of power.” She wasn’t sure whether she liked that better or not. But muscles in her arms and shoulders she hadn’t even realized were tight were starting to relax.
“You do have power. But giving it all up, especially your first time, is like trying your first trapeze act without a net. You need that power, Marisa. Trust me. I’ll take plenty. I’m not going to ask you what your limits are, because you probably don’t know yet. Instead, we’re going to take it relatively easy, and I’ll tell you the things I might do, and you can tell me if anything is objectionable. I’m not going to bind you this time, but I might hold your wrists behind your back with my hand. I’ll certainly want to remove some of your clothes.”
“Nothing you haven’t seen already, I suppose,” she said, trying to sound as if she’d done this a hundred times, which was silly because he already knew she hadn’t.
He nodded. “I’ll take that as permission. I will want to touch you. Is there any place you don’t want to be touched?”
Her stomach did a flip. The places she wanted touched most right now were exactly the places it would be hard to ask to have touched. He hadn’t asked her that, though. She was getting impatient. “No. Do we have to spell everything out? Can’t we just see where it takes us?”
He smiled. “That works very well in vanilla situations. Here, I think we want to be clear. Besides,” he added, leaning forward, “I like watching your face as you think about what we’re about to do. Answer the questions ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, sir.’ Is there any place you mind if I taste?”
Not just his fingers but his mouth too. Her eyes went wide. “No, Sir.”
“Any place I shouldn’t put my condom-covered cock?”
Her pussy clenched in anticipation. Oh yeah, I want his cock there. In my mouth? I don’t think a condom would taste very good, but I could try. In my ass? Um. She was about to explain when she remembered his instructions. “Yes, Sir.”
He grinned at her and reached out to ruffle her hair. “Very good. You followed directions. I could see the struggle in your face. Some places are fine, and some places aren’t, I’d guess. I won’t push you too far, Marisa. What do you wish to place off-limits?”
“My ass. I’ve never. I mean, I’m interested maybe sometime, but—”
“Then maybe sometime. Not this time. Anyplace else?”
She took a breath. That wasn’t that hard. “No, Sir.”
“So my cock in your mouth is fine?”
She started sweating. She barely knew him, and he was asking her if she’d give him a blowjob. On the other hand, she supposed she’d already told him yes. He was asking to make her blush, and she was pretty sure it was working. “Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
“Good girl. And my cock in your pussy—do you want to be fucked, Marisa?”
By a near stranger. What does that make me? But she wanted him. She might not know him well, but what she did fit her fantasies far too perfectly. It’s been too long, and I’m starved. There was only one honest answer. “Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like a spanking, Marisa?”
Well, sort of. But she’d heard what he’d said about going easy the first time, and it made sense, even if right now she wanted it all.
“No, Sir.”
“Then I strongly suggest you obey directions quickly and without pouting.”
Oh. She thought saying no would put it off-limits. Her body reacted to the thought of being put over his knee, her pussy tingling even as her mouth opened to protest. But he went on before she could get the words out. “Your safe word is ‘cheesecake.’ Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re to use it without fear of retribution if ever things are too difficult for you to handle. Or even if you just need to negotiate and place something off-limits. Your limits will be honored. Your preferences, not necessarily. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” That’s right. I have my safe word. So the spanking—I can deal with that. I have a way out of it gets too rough. The idea that he had a way to coerce her obedience made her squirm. Him putting her over his knee… She decided it was best not to think about. She was turned on enough as it is. This was more than fantasizing.
“Do you trust me to honor it?”
He wouldn’t have gone to all that bother if he wouldn’t. And as much as she didn’t like going over everything in detail—that never happened in her fantasies—it had built some trust. “Yes, Sir.”
“Say it for me, so I’m sure.”
“Cheesecake.”
“Good.
“We’ll start with your shirt. I don’t know what the hell all that means, but clearly I have to confiscate any munitions you might be carrying, so the shirt has to go. Take it off, please, and hand it to me.”
She wished she’d anticipated more of the evening. She would have tried to find her sexiest underwear to wear, even though she didn’t have much. As it was, she was braless. He’s seen it all already. She lifted the shirt over her head and gave it to him. Not for the first time, she wished her breasts were perky, but they weren’t going to behave differently because she had company. From the look in his eyes, though, he was satisfied with what he saw. And his eyes widened farther when she straightened her shoulders and arched her back, which she knew diminished the effects of gravity somewhat. Oh, Mr. Calm and Cool, I think I can get to you.
He stroked her arms, sending shivers up and down her body. She didn’t think she was ticklish there, but his touch was so light as to be almost unbearable. He nudged her arms behind her, and she clasped them together, arching her back and pushing out her chest. “Good girl. Keep them behind you that way, whatever happens. You understand?”
She nodded.
His hands walked down her sides with a slightly heavier touch, which was good because if he had gotten to her waist still touching lightly, she would either scream or laugh. She wasn’t sure which. Then he slid them up her belly, slowly. “You have wonderful curves, Marisa. You look beautiful naked.” It was strange hearing him say that, because one of the things that resonated for her about Wicca was the idea that the divine accepted her body as it was, but she expected the rest of the world to tell her that her bones were too big or that she had too much padding.
He cupped her breasts and lifted them, squeezing gently. His calloused thumbs brushed over her nipples, making them tighten into hard, aching buds. “Breathe,” he told her softly. She hadn’t realized she wasn’t, but a few deep breaths later, she relaxed into his touch. This time, when his rough fingers rubbed against her peaks, it sent streams of pleasure to her core. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to quench or satisfy the need there, but it didn’t do either. To her embarrassment, he noticed, glancing down and smiling.
“You’re very aroused, aren’t you? And we haven’t even done anything yet.”
Her lips felt dry. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t want to admit it. That’s not nothing. She looked away.
“No. Face me.” His voice was suddenly stern, and she obeyed before thinking as if by instinct. His gaze locked with hers. She half expected him to hold her by the chin again, but he didn’t. It didn’t matter, because she didn’t feel as if she could turn away anyway. There was some punishment lurking she wanted to avoid. Oh, the spanking. Maybe it would be worth it not to have to face him. But she stayed, because with or without the threat she found herself wanting to obey.
“I asked a question. Are you very aroused by this, Marisa?”
She bit her lip. Damn him. “Yes, Sir.”
“If we play again, I want you to remember that I always want to know if you’re aroused, if you’re wet. I want you to tell me. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know, Sir. Just blurt it out the moment it happens?”
“Yes. A simple, ‘I’m wet, Sir,’ would do.”
“And what if I’m wet before we even start?” The way I was this time. She wasn’t going to admit it out loud.
“Then I guess thos
e will be your first words to me, hmm?”
Oh my God. The worse thing was that her body was reacting. She must have soaked through her panties by now. They felt sticky against her. “Yes, Sir.” Was she required to tell him when she got wetter? She decided she wasn’t. Why do I wish that I was? I’d never do it without being forced, yet I want him to force me.
He moved his hand from her left breast and slid his hand between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly in response, hoping for his touch, and she wasn’t denied. He undid the button on her shorts and slipped his hand inside. “Yes, I’d say you are wet. I’m glad you answered honestly.” He rubbed her clit until it ached for more. She wanted him inside her.
“Do you wish you were naked right now?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Sir.” If he kept that up, she wasn’t sure she’d remember her name, much less to say Sir.
He pulled the zipper down. “You can use your hands to help yourself. Stand up.”
She stood. He gathered the waistband of her panties and shorts in his hands and tugged them briskly down over her hips before letting them fall to the floor. She was naked. For a split second she felt lost, not sure if she was supposed to kneel again or stand there or what. Then he pulled her sideways onto his lap, and she shrieked in surprise at the suddenness of it.
“You okay, darlin’?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” she said.
“Good, because I prefer kisses to cheesecake.” His lips met hers and took her breath away. She opened her mouth and felt his tongue push between her lips. She matched it with her own, dancing wetly with his. He nudged her legs apart, and she spread them for him as well. Lips, legs, she felt so open to him. More exposed than just naked. He cupped her pussy, all his fingers sliding along her folds until he was rubbing her clit. Suddenly everything down there clenched at once, and her body shook from pleasure. She hardly ever brought herself off without something inside her, but he’d been able to do it with a few touches. Her moan was muffled by their deep kiss. She pressed her chest against him, wanting to feel his hard muscles against her hard nipples.
In some of those books she’d read, the submissive wasn’t supposed to come without permission. Fear hit her. It was only a small orgasm, but still. She searched his eyes as he pulled away from their kiss and saw nothing but kindness there. He was smiling.
Her leg was resting on something hard. His cock. He’s as turned on as I was. As I still am. She wanted him inside for the next one. She twisted so she could get at his zipper and yanked it down.
“Eager little slut, aren’t you?” She should have rebelled against the word, but the way he said “slut,” it sounded like a compliment. The head of his cock poked out above the waistband of his underwear, and she ran her thumb over its sensitive tip while she felt the ridge his shaft made in the cloth under her palm.
He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back until he could hold them both with one hand. She resisted, but it didn’t seem to matter. He was much stronger. “I understand that you want me, and that’s very satisfying. But I don’t think either of us wants you to have that much control, darlin’. Maybe sometime I’ll let you have some freedom, and order you to do all the work. But not this time. Now where were we?”
He pressed on her back with the hand holding her wrists, pushing her toward his lips again. He grabbed a hunk of her dark brown hair and pulled it back, tilting her head so it was at the perfect angle for him, and kissed her deeply.
She met his tongue with hers, reveling in his control. She’d never thought having her hair pulled could be so erotic. Her pulse quickened. His lips left hers, and he moved down, kissing her exposed neck. His hand loosened slightly on her wrists, but she clamped them together instead of trying to escape. Didn’t policeman carry handcuffs? He’d have another hand free to do what he wanted with her, if he used them. Would she be out of line if she asked?
He nipped gently at her collarbone, and a shiver ran down her body that nearly derailed her train of thought but only made her desire more urgent. “Handcuffs, please, Sir?”
He grinned. “You have a fantasy, pet?” His hand tightened around her wrists again.
I’m no pet. But she bit it back. He’d do what he wanted with her, call her what he wanted to. She knew she wouldn’t be so yielding if she thought he meant to devalue her. His tone made it clear that he meant it with affection. Maybe I could even get used to that.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
What question? Oh. She blushed. Why did he have to ask such things? But she couldn’t bring herself to lie. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Hmm.” He sucked at her left nipple and then flicked it with his tongue before answering. It sent electricity surging to her core. “They’re in the car, and I don’t want to leave you that long. And I can’t take you with me, ’cause you’re not dressed. Besides, I promised you I wouldn’t.” He switched over to the right side and didn’t stop sucking and licking until he had her peak there as hard and needy as the other one.
“As you wish.” She wanted him inside her, pumping, quenching the fire he’d built inside her. It had been way too long since she’d had sex.
“Where’s your bedroom, darling?”
“Down the hall, on the left.”
He let go her wrists and hair and put a hand under her butt, lifting her as he rose from the chair. Goddess, he’s strong. He cradled her neck with his other arm, and once he was all the way standing it seemed as if she was light as a feather to him. He followed her directions, carrying her to her bedroom. I didn’t make the bed.
A red sheet and the pink blanket were crumpled at the foot and right side of the bed. A scattering of books, last week’s reading, covered the left. There was a programming book, a book on ritual, and a couple of romances. A small table with two candles on it, set up as an altar, was the only neatly kept thing in the room. He’ll think I’m a mess. But she never thought anyone would be in there to see her bedroom. She wished her walls were stronger than the soft pinkish white she found relaxing. That she’d put her books away; that the shelf at the head of the bed didn’t have her childhood favorites on it, but something more adult. That her underwear drawer was all the way closed. Too much of her was laid bare as his gaze raked the room. Then she remembered he’d searched the room a few days before. He knew already.
Just when she wanted to escape, he smiled at her. “A lovely room. Lived in.” He kissed her lips and bent her down over the bed. He dropped her from a height of a few inches, surprising her when she’d expected to be laid on it gently.
She felt lost, but the small jolt of landing on the bed had distracted her from her desire to flee.
“Watch,” he told her.
An order to follow was exactly what she needed. She watched, wondering what he would do. He unbuttoned his shirt, neither hurrying nor drawing it out, his fingers sure on the buttons. After the third button she had no trouble watching. Well-defined pecs. Six-pack abs. When he took off his shirt, she could see arm muscles like corded steel.
He bent down, untied his shoes, and pulled them off while she was still ogling his chest. He reached in his pocket and palmed something from it, but she kept looking at his bronze skin. But when he pushed his jeans off, her gaze lowered. His cock, big and hard, sprang free, jutting out toward her. For me? It excited her to think that she’d aroused him, and the desire that had been suppressed for a few moments at the sight of her room was in full flame again. She leaned back, spread her legs in invitation, and then gulped.
Safety first. “You have a condom?” She had some in a drawer somewhere, but she wasn’t sure how long they lasted before they expired. They had been there a long time.
He opened his fist to reveal a small foil packet. “Of course.” He turned his hand over and set the condom on the bed next to her hip. Looking every inch the predator, he moved around the bed. He swept her books up with one arm and set them on the floor, then knelt on the bed where they’d been. His rough hand slid be
tween her legs, brushing through her mound, gliding over her swollen clit.
She wanted to soak in the feelings, but it seemed wrong not to reciprocate. She reached out for his cock. “May I?”
“Not yet,” he told her. “Just feel.” He curled his fingers inside her, finding her G-spot. He bent down to kiss a nipple and sucked it in with force, making her cry out. She reached for him. He grabbed her wrist and pushed her hand to her other breast. She squeezed and pulled at her aching peak. The multiple sensations were almost too confusing, but then his fingers pumped in her pussy and brought them all together, stoking the flame in her core to higher and higher peaks.
She bucked against his hand and screamed as the pleasure surged over her body. Her pussy contracted around his fingers, pulsing again and again. She gasped for breath. He was talking, but it took her a moment to comprehend his words through her orgasmic haze. “Lovely, lovely,” he was saying, as if she’d done something besides what he’d forced from her.
“Wow,” she murmured.
He grinned at her, took his fingers out of her pussy, and ripped open the condom wrapper. He slid the latex sheath over his cock. He positioned himself between her legs. “This time,” he told her, “you don’t come until I tell you to.”
She wasn’t sure she could have held that last one back even if he’d said no. She nodded anyway. Spanking had been a threat before, but now she felt that if failure consisted of an orgasm and that kind of punishment, she would risk it.
He entered her in one hard thrust that stretched her and made her breath catch. When she’d made love before, it had been all cautious fumbling, but there was nothing hesitant about Nolan. He filled her completely, pausing for a moment while she got used to his presence. She met his intense gaze. He wanted her. And she wasn’t letting him go. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him forward.
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