by Lolita Lopez
Before he straddled the wide, low chaise, Cy shucked his clothing. He lifted her legs and settled on the bench just below her sex, her legs resting over his bare thighs. Cy plucked the heels from her feet and tossed them aside. Eyes closed, Jas reveled in the sensation of his hands spreading the healing ointment over her blushed cheeks. As he worked the thick ointment into her injured tissues, Jas’ skin erupted in tiny goose bumps. Although the kneading movements of his hands were painful at first, she grew accustomed to the intensity and allowed the endorphins still circulating in her system to mute the discomfort. Soon all the tension left her body as she became putty in his hands.
Cy wiped his hands on the towel then stood and slid his arms under Jas. He gently turned her over on the chaise and then climbed atop her, his knees resting on either side of her thighs on the wide cushion. His lips were on hers again, sliding and sucking. Jas slid her hand along his shaved head, the late-night stubble slightly abrading her palm. She loved the feeling of Cy’s weight atop her, his heat spreading through her skin, their sweat and scents mingling as their tongues slid and twirled.
His rock-hard cock bumped against her tummy, reminding her that he’d yet to find his release. She reached down between their bodies and lightly stroked his length. He shuddered against her lips. Tightening her grip, Jas swirled her hand as it moved up and down his erection. Cy buried his face in her neck, his hot breaths buffeting her skin as she worked his throbbing cock in her hand. But touch wasn’t enough for Jas. She wanted to taste him. “Put your cock in my mouth.”
At her begging tone, a lopsided smile curved Cy’s lips. He slipped one leg off the cushion and stood over her chest. Carefully, he removed the rubber band corralling her hair and let it drop. His fingers trailed through her hair as he guided the ruddy head of his thick penis toward her lips. Like a baby bird pleading to be fed, Jas parted her lips. The tip of her tongue touched the shiny skin first. Her lips slid around his head as Cy slowly slipped his cock into the warm alcove waiting for him. The slightest hint of salt awakened her taste buds. That brisk scent of his expensive soap filled her nose.
Jas fondled his tightened sac in her right hand. Her wet lips slid down his cock until her nose bumped against his pelvis. The tiniest shiver of panic raced through her as his penis filled the back of her throat. She relaxed her jaw and held him there, knowing full well he loved the sensation of sitting fully sheathed in her mouth. When she pulled back, she did so slowly, slithering her tongue along the underside of his cock. She concentrated on the tip of his erection, flicking and licking in between powerful sucks. Groans of approval escaped Cy’s throat.
“Sit on your hands,” he gruffly instructed.
Another thrill of fear-tinged excitement zipped through her belly. Always obedient, Jas complied, wincing slightly as her hands slipped beneath her bruised buttocks. Cy caressed her cheeks with the backs of his knuckles before grasping the back of her head and forcefully stabbing his throbbing cock into her mouth. Jas took the first thrust like a champ and braced for the roughness sure to follow. Never one to disappoint, Cy fucked her mouth with increasing force. The squelching sounds of his pistonlike erection filled the room. His hands tightened in her hair, fisting the strands as he slammed her mouth up and down on his cock. Her ragged breaths and choking gasps seemed to heighten his arousal.
Every time he triggered her gag reflex, Jas experienced electric quivers in the pit of her stomach. Her clit clamored for attention as she became ever so horny from the absolute depravity of their sexual act. A naughty voice in the back of her mind begged for Cy to slap her or berate her with insulting names. He wouldn’t take it that far, of course, but it didn’t stop her from fantasizing. As bizarre as it sounded, Jas just knew she’d come instantly if he did.
Cy roughly pressed his cock as far into her mouth as it would go. Her nose bunched up against his skin and the crisp hairs crowning his sex. For a moment she thought he was about to spill his hot, salty cum down her throat. Instead, he growled and pulled back quickly and studied her messy face. Tears welled in her eyes. Saliva coated her chin and swollen lips curved in a debauched smile.
In an instant Cy’s dominant demeanor changed. He used the white towel to clean her face, gingerly wiping and dabbing. Dropping the cloth, he tugged her hands out from underneath her and kissed the palms. He set her hands down and moved lower on the chaise, kissing her belly and circling her navel with his tongue. Planting kisses here and there, he slid farther south until the heat of his mouth was upon her clit. Cy wasted no time in sucking the pink bud between his lips. Jas shuddered at the powerful shock. His firm tongue circled and suckled, bringing her to near hysterics as she hovered on the verge of coming.
And then his mouth was on her stomach and breasts as he crawled over her, placing his cock at her sopping entrance. As he sank into her, Jas wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back. Balancing on his elbow, Cy rocked back and forth while his hand cupped her face. Their tongues danced and breaths intertwined as they bucked and arched atop the chaise. With every deep thrust, Cy’s pelvis bumped her clit. Her lips parted each time, and she squeezed her inner muscles in hopes of hastening her release. Always, she kept an eye on Cy’s breathing, on the tendons of his neck. She could always tell when he was close by the hitched pattern of his breath and the tightening there, just there beneath his jaw. Wanting to explode with him, she reached between their bodies. Her fingers slid in the slippery cream coating her skin as she furiously rubbed her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” Cy urged. “Rub that pretty pink pussy for me.”
That was all the encouragement she needed. Just hearing him speak in that husky, needy tone drove her wild. As the first wave of euphoria crashed down, Jas shakily pleaded with him. “Come…come with me, Cy.”
He inhaled noisily as if taken by surprise. His grip tightened on her waist as he pounded into her pulsing cunt. Smashing his lips against hers, Cy kissed her as they both seized and shook with unadulterated ecstasy. His cock spasmed inside her, sending little shockwaves of pleasure throughout her entire body. She clung to him, nails biting into his shoulders, as she rode out the last few peaks of her orgasm.
Breathless, she broke their kiss and panted against his neck. He buried his face in her hair as he too fought to regain some control. After a time they rearranged themselves on the chaise, Cy rolling onto his back and Jas curling up against his chest, her leg thrown over his. Eyes closed, she enjoyed the warmth of their embrace and Cy’s fingertips sweeping up and down her back. These moments of intimacy were usually short-lived between them so she greedily accepted whatever she could get.
When Cy leaned over her again, Jas’ eyes understandably widened in surprise. His fingertips brushed the damp hair from her face and massaged her scalp. He kissed her ever so softly. “My god, you’re just so beautiful.”
Her cheeks warmed under his powerful gaze. “Thank you.”
His lips briefly met hers again before he pulled back and stared deeply into her eyes. She felt suddenly unnerved. He looked positively pensive. “Jasmine… Jasmine, I…”
Her heart clenched. Was this it? Was he finally going to ask her to stay? Or would he finally tell her he loved her as much as she loved him? Terrified and hopeful, she responded, “Yes, Cy?”
His lips moved the barest millimeter before he finally spoke, his voice uncharacteristically tight. “I have an early flight.”
All hope collapsed within her. Of course he had a flight. It was always something with him, some convenient excuse to scoot her out the door and out of his life. It was silly of her to hope otherwise. He’d told her from the beginning this was purely casual. She was the foolish one for thinking it might become something more, but it cut so deeply that she trusted him implicitly yet he couldn’t even bring himself to tell her the truth.
Having learned to mask her disappointment at an early age, Jas found it incredibly easy to flash a nonchalant smile as she sat up and away from him. “No problem. I have
data sets I need to read through before tomorrow.”
Cy’s hand clamped on her arm, forcing her to face him. “You don’t have to leave yet.”
“I should go. We’re both insanely busy people, Cy. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you any more than you would me. It’s not a problem. Really,” she added reassuringly, and strode away.
As Cy watched Jas tug on yoga pants, a t-shirt and sneakers, he doubted her sincerity. Other people found it incredibly difficult to read Jas, but he always noticed those tiny micro-expressions. The almost-imperceptible twitch of her lips or eyelids offered him insight into what was really going on behind those big green eyes. Just now it had been a flash of distrust.
Jas knew he was lying. He did have a flight to London the next day but it had a scheduled afternoon departure. She always knew. And yet he kept doing it. Time and again he made up some lame excuse to send her away after their torrid trysts.
Sooner or later he’d push her away completely. These kinds of casual arrangements never really remained casual. They always drifted into dangerous waters, confusing lust and love. Normally Cy cut ties with his playthings after a month or two. He’d rarely gone more than six weeks with his previous paramours. The scenes tended to go stale around that point—but not with Jasmine.
Every time they played their games, they pushed the boundaries even further and discovered new heights to their decadently deranged diversions. With Jas and only Jas had he been able to reach Domspace, that almost mythical nirvana so few Doms ever truly reached. When engaged in a scene with her, Cy felt the entire world fade away. In those moments of complete focus, he lived only to give her pain and pleasure and to receive the same from her through her reactions to his punishments and delights.
Sometimes Cy mused on the possibility of fate. How was it possible for two people from such vastly different backgrounds to find such incredible synergy? Jas complemented him so completely it was almost disconcerting at times. Cy even dared to consider the possibility of cultivating something more than these Wednesday nights with her. Could they click without bondage and pain? Could they share something more, something bordering on the edge of normal?
Cy’s doubts about his ability to give her what she needed served as the fence dividing them. He knew too much about her childhood of neglect to think he could ever give her the sort of security and commitment she deserved. Loving her wasn’t the problem. Cy already loved her, loved her so much he ached, but he knew love often wasn’t enough. The thought of disappointing her, of failing her, pained him in ways he could scarcely comprehend. And he always failed his relationships. No, he couldn’t do that to her.
And so he pushed her away again and again and again.
Jas tossed her black curls over her shoulder and slipped her purse higher up her arm. “I’m off.”
Cy crossed the room, his nakedness in stark contrast to her clothed form. He reached out and cupped her face, ran his thumb across the crest of her cheek. Her tan skin felt so silky beneath his touch. Her eyelids drooped just a bit before widening again at the sensation of his thumb against her lower lip. He held her gaze as he leaned in for one final kiss. When their lips broke apart, he stroked her chin. “I’ll see you again next week?”
“Yes.” But there it was—a twitch in the left corner of her mouth. His stomach clenched as he realized this was it, this was the moment he’d been dreading for weeks. “Goodbye, Cy.”
He couldn’t even muster a reply as she spun on her heel and left his office for the last time.
Only later, after he’d watched her climb into the chauffeured car and drive down the long, paved path leading from his home, could he finally say anything.
“Fuck.”
Chapter Two
What the bloody hell was I thinking?
Cy stood back and admired his shibari handiwork. While the hemp ropes crisscrossing Dani’s waifish body in a karada were artistic in their eroticism, they didn’t delight or titillate as he’d expected. Each knot perfectly placed, each length of rope binding some part of her in a painful yet beautiful way. Her tiny breasts purpled from the pressure of the bra-like constriction. Those plump pussy lips blushed where the hemp ropes slid between them, holding them open and framing her swelling clit. Already shiny slickness coated her skin there. She was wet for him and ever-so ready, panting and moaning as she wiggled against the St. Andrews Cross.
But he wasn’t even vaguely turned-on at the moment. His cock hung flaccid—aggravatingly, annoyingly, embarrassingly limp. Everything about his old lover was wrong. Dani was too thin, too pale, too freckled and too blonde. When he’d spanked her earlier, she’d even sounded wrong, her high-pitched squeals grating on his nerves. Even the red flush to her abused ass had failed to excite him.
After all those sessions with Jas, he’d become accustomed to a certain response. Where Jasmine reveled in their debauched games, Dani seemed only to tolerate them.
Having Dani back under his hand, Cy was reminded why he’d tired of her so easily. She was one hell of a good lay but she lacked that spark when it came to spankings and ropes. Before they’d stopped seeing one another, Dani had finally admitted she dabbled in bondage and pain only when it pleased her partners. Cy knew she’d only come to him tonight because she’d been either bored or in between men. He couldn’t fault her though. They were both using each other tonight.
Still, he’d been a fool to think Dani might be a worthy substitute for his Jasmine. Luscious, golden-skinned Jasmine…
Fickle, selfish Jasmine, more like.
His jaw tightened in aggravation as he thought of how she’d not even had the decency to return his calls over the last week. Like a surgeon, she’d excised him quite neatly from her life. Cy supposed Jas had learned that particular trick from bouncing around foster homes as a child. Clean emotional breaks probably made life a bit simpler for a girl constantly shuffled from home to home and family to family. But still…
That she could so easily cast him aside after everything they’d shared irritated him to no end.
Everything they’d shared? Sex, a lot of kink and little else—at least on his side. Looking into Jas’ eyes after their intense rendezvous, he’d seen exactly what she was willing to share with him—everything. And he’d just blithely thrown her aside, time after time.
No, Cy knew exactly where the blame lay in this fiasco but accepting his fair share left a sour taste in his mouth. Not to mention he feared what they could have had.
Yet he desperately craved a release with her after an agonizing week of nosediving stock prices, delays in FDA approvals and marketing snafus—and Jas had left him hanging. He’d been in business long enough to know the ups and downs were cyclical but that knowledge didn’t diminish the stress knotting his neck. He’d needed Jasmine tonight—and she’d let him down.
Inwardly Cy cringed at his childish thoughts. Let him down? No, he’d let her down. As always, he’d behave selfishly and with absolute disdain for the feelings of others. It was easy to blame his parents for the shortcomings of his character but he was an adult now. That sort of psychobabble excuse was useless.
Yes, after his last rendezvous with Jas, he’d understood it was over. He’d seen the subtle signs of disappointment twisting her beautiful face. But accepting the reality of their relationship being over—really over—wasn’t so easy. That he’d been so cavalier with her gnawed at him. Foolishly, Cy had hoped tonight he might have been able to show Jasmine how good things could be between them. Unfortunately, second chances didn’t appear to be high on her list of endorsements.
Dani’s whimpering moan caught his attention. With the blindfold, she was completely in the dark and likely wondering what the hell he was waiting for. Cy wondered the same thing. He considered taking up his flogger but it just didn’t feel right. Even though there’d never been any promises between him and Jasmine, Cy couldn’t shake the feeling he was cheating on her by having Dani here with him. The sensation of betrayal didn’t sit well with him.
Cy approached Dani and whisked away the blindfold. She blinked a few times and gave him a questioning look. “I’m sorry, Dani, but I’m just not feeling it tonight.”
Dani seemed a bit surprised to be so abruptly removed from their scene. “Oh.”
He picked up the pocketknife from the nearby stand covered in toys and floggers. His eyes skipped to Dani’s face as he quickly cut her free from the cross and slit the ropes binding her body. She seemed upset.
“Did I do something wrong?” Apprehension colored her features.
Cy’s stomach clenched. What could he say? That he couldn’t get hard because she wasn’t Jasmine? That he was disgusted with himself for thinking he could exchange one lover for the next? No, of course not. In business matters he had no issue with playing a cruel bastard, but he hated treating women badly. The ones he’d come across all seemed to be emotionally fragile creatures who took the most innocent, offhand comment to heart. He’d already hurt one woman he cared about with his aloof nature. He wouldn’t hurt another. “I think it must be jet lag.”
Dani’s expression softened. “Of course,” she said, sounding relieved.
Glad to have placated her with his excuse, Cy helped her dress and ushered her out of his home with dignity. Deciding he’d straighten up the playroom later, he trudged down the hall to his office and flopped down on the chaise. His fingers drifted over the damask, conjuring memories of Jasmine writhing beneath him. Eyes closed, he remembered the hot, velvety sensation of her tongue flicking and suckling the head of his cock. He could almost taste the salty sweetness of her cunt. His formerly limp dick stood at attention as he fantasized about the one woman who’d succeeded in bewitching him.
Realizing he was well and truly fucked without Jasmine, Cy shoved up from the chaise and walked to his desk. He snatched up his cell phone and hit the speed dial key assigned to her. And waited.
