Ink Me

by Anna J. Evans

  Aidan watched her lazy movements for a few seconds before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and swallowing hard before opening his eyes again. Summer watched as sweat broke out across his upper lip and forehead and the pulse in his neck began to beat triple time. He was hurting, big time, but she was getting ready to help take the hurt away…at least some of it.

  She smiled as she turned around and dropped leisurely onto all fours, presenting him with her ass.

  “Stop or start fucking me,” she finally answered, tossing the words over her shoulder as she spread her thighs a little wider and arched her ass into the air, the age old invitation of a female ready to be mounted.

  “Thank god.” He let out a relieved sigh and reached for her but she stopped him with a word.

  “Wait. Only with your cock, nothing else. You can touch me with your cock, fuck me with your cock, but if you use your hands you fail the test. If you don’t stop when I order you to, you will fail the test. And believe me, you don’t want to fail, Aidan.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because the reward for good behavior is very, very good.”

  “I won’t fail, Oni Yuri,” he said, his eyes dark as he positioned his cock at her entry. He used his hands to guide his swollen shaft inside her, to help push through the hint of resistance as the lips of her pussy pressed against him, but he didn’t touch her with anything except his pulsing erection. Still, it took only a few seconds for him to shove his full length deep inside her channel.

  Summer moaned and wiggled her ass as he buried himself inside her. Her vaginal walls pulsed around his thickness, gripping his length of their own accord. Her breath came faster and her clit throbbed between her legs. God, how she wanted him to touch her, to pinch her clit between his fingers as he rammed all that hot, male need in and out of her pussy. She knew she would come again, fast, and probably hard enough to make her forget her own name, let alone how to tie an elaborate series of bondage knots.

  Why had she wanted to play this game again? For the life of her, at the moment, she couldn’t remember.

  “But I do want to know one thing,” Aidan said as he thrust slowly in and out of where she ached for him.

  At the end of each thrust he rolled his hips and clenched those muscles low in his body that made the head of his cock lap against the sweet spot deep inside her. She moaned and rocked back against him. She hadn’t believed the g-spot existed until she and Aidan became lovers. Thank god she’d met him right after her twenty-second birthday. It would have been a shame to waste many more years without knowing an orgasm could be such a savagely abandoned thing, that she could allow herself to be so completely, wildly, almost frighteningly out of control.

  The first time she’d come like that she’d been half afraid she was going to lose control of something a lot less sexy than her pussy. But Aidan said he wouldn’t give a shit if she did, that nothing would turn him off except knowing that she was holding back, afraid to lose herself completely to the passion between them.

  “What do you want to know?” she asked, closing her eyes and rocking back a little harder until the flesh of her ass smacked against the front of Aidan’s body, sending little tremors down to where her clit pulsed hungrily.

  “What happens if you don’t tell me to stop?” He followed the words with a series of sharp thrusts that made Summer cry out. She’d been sure he was giving her all of him before, but evidently he’d been holding back. His cock suddenly seemed to reach places deep inside her where even he had never been before. Was it possible for a man’s cock to grow longer simply from pure frustration?

  She had no idea, but she was suddenly reminded of why she wanted to tie him up in a few knots.

  “Oh, I’ll tell you to stop,” she panted, still bucking back against him with as much enthusiasm as before. Two could play that game.

  “What if I come before you give the order? What if I come and fill up this pussy with my—”

  “You won’t come before I do, you never do. You’re too obsessed with making me orgasm,” Summer said with a satisfied smile that she was glad he couldn’t see. No need to rub salt in the wound. He knew she was right.

  Aidan found it physically impossible to get off unless he knew she had gotten off at least once first. It was a mental glitch of his, one Summer was appropriately grateful for. Sure the man might also need to arrange his jeans in order from dark to light as they hung in their closet, but she could put up with that anal retentiveness as long as he was so delightfully compulsive when it came to her pleasure.

  “You’re awfully sure of yourself for a woman whose pussy is about to squeeze my dick in half. You’re close, so fucking close. Come for me, baby, put your fingers on your clit and come for me, Summer.”

  “Stop,” she said, the satisfaction of hearing him groan in frustration almost making up for the wail of protest her own body sent up when he did indeed stop thrusting in and out of her heat.

  It was the use her real name that did it. If he had lost touch with the game that much, it was past time to rein him back in. She might not ever get the chance to be Oni Yuri again, but she had tonight and she was going to make sure she made the most of every single second.

  “Pull out.” The words were cool and her voice amazingly under control considering how her racing pulse still pounded in her ears. Aidan was right, she’d been seconds away from losing it and now she was suffering the consequences. Her skin felt too tight, her lips were well on their way to being numb, and her clit was starting to feel bruised.

  “Please Omi— Oni— Lady Tigerlily, please let me fuck you. Let me fuck your pussy. I wish you could see how wet you are, what it looks like when my cock disappears inside you and comes out with—”

  “Pull out now, and you’ll pass the test and be on your way to pleasure. Continue to argue and you will have to be punished again,” Summer said, closing her eyes and licking her lips as she imagined the sight he had just described.

  He knew she was as visually oriented as most men. She and Aidan had four mirrors in their bedroom and they made the most of them. She loved to watch him fucking her, see his cock working in and out of her body. He knew that and was doing his best to use it against her. He was a naughty boy, very naughty, but Lady Tigerlily had a sense of humor. After all, what was the fun in subduing a man with no fight in him?

  Still, he’d better get his cock out of her in the next ten seconds or he would receive the threatened punishment. Even if it the punishment would torture her as much as it would him.

  But then, that was also part of the fun.

  “Damn it,” Aidan cursed under his breath as he eased slowly from her body. He hissed as his cock sprang back to full attention, his length practically glued to his stomach and straining all the way up to his navel.

  “That looks…uncomfortable.” Summer forced herself to conceal her own discomfort as she turned and surveyed his cock. Thick veins now stood out up and down his length and his engorged head leaked a single tear of fluid.

  “It feels like my fucking cock has a fever,” Aidan said, hands on his hips and abdominal muscles bunching delightfully as he stared down at his member with distaste.

  “Then I’ll have to cool it down,” Summer said, knowing she had to put his mind back on pleasure, and quickly. It wouldn’t do for him to lose his sense of humor and put an end to the fun before they’d even really started. “After we tie the first knots.”

  “Tie the first knots,” Aidan repeated, shooting her a wary look. “We’re talking about tying me, right?”

  “No, I’m talking about tying you. You won’t be talking any more. You will show your obedience to your Lady with silence.”

  “Okay, well—”

  “Silence. Right now.”

  His blue eyes met hers and she felt the challenge in them. Was she serious? How far did she really mean to take this game? Could she handle the responsibility of being in the sexual driver’s seat?

  He wasn’t sure, she could read
it in his face, and that made Summer all the more determined. She willed her eyes to be as blank and expressionless as Oni Yuri’s would be. She was a woman so confident that she didn’t feel the need to put on a show of that confidence to anyone else. She was calm, still, and unreadable and would reveal to her uke who was the master in their relationship with her actions and her skill.

  Aidan held her eyes for seconds that seemed to stretch on forever as the music pulsed around them. His breath grew faster, while hers slowed. He began to shift uncomfortably on his knees, while she stood as still as the center of a storm. Finally he broke eye contact, his gaze darting to the rope in her hands with a sigh that signaled his submission, at least for the moment.

  “You may kneel on the bed now.” Summer followed close behind him, crawling onto the satin sheets and positioning herself at his back.

  “Hands behind you, grasping your opposite elbows,” she whispered against the salty skin of his neck, letting her tongue dart out to caress his flesh. She sighed at the taste. It reminded her of a time early in their relationship when they’d frequented the gym together, seeing how long they could pump iron before they ran home to pump something else.

  It had been far too long since she’d seen Aidan hot and sweaty, fresh from a workout, and Summer made a silent vow to renew her membership to the gym. After all, hadn’t she been thinking it was past time for her to be getting back in shape?

  “Let me attend to your wrists and then I’ll be sure to spend some time attending to something else,” Summer said, reaching around Aidan’s body to run a light, teasing hand up and down his length, just once, before she began her work.

  He groaned, but didn’t say a word, holding completely still as she looped the rope around one wrist and secured it to his opposite elbow before beginning on the other. He was behaving himself perfectly. Now it was up to her to make sure he was appropriately rewarded. Summer smiled as she worked and thanked god she’d installed a fountain drink station in the break room. Otherwise she would have had a hell of a time finding ice on minute’s notice and then how would she have managed to attend to her Luke’s fevered cock?

  Chapter Four

  It’s just a game, man, it’s just a game.

  Aidan swallowed hard and tried to will away the anxiety that threatened to rise within him. This was just a game, a little sexual role-playing, and Summer would let him go any time he asked. Hell, he could probably bust free of the ropes if he really wanted to. They didn’t feel that tight.

  “You’re being wonderfully obedient. I think you deserve a reward,” Summer whispered into his ear before capturing his lobe in her teeth and biting down hard enough to make his breath catch.

  Then she was gone, disappearing behind him. Aidan fought the urge to turn and look for her, to wriggle free of the ropes and go lift her into his arms. Would Oni Yuri like it if the game changed, if her submissive decided to turn the tables and take her up against the wall?

  His cock throbbed hungrily at the thought.

  Don’t do it. She’s put a hell of a lot of time into this. Just relax and try to enjoy it.

  Too bad that was easier said than done. There was a reason he’d never asked Summer to turn the tables when it came to their bondage play. He wasn’t one-fifth the control freak she was, but ropes, handcuffs, any kind of restraint, brought back memories from his time on the Vice squad that he would rather forget. He’d been undercover working a case at an illegal prostitution ring early in his career when someone had ratted him out. He’d been tied and beaten and left for dead in an abandoned warehouse. It had taken two days for his superiors to find him. Two days sweating to death, unable to wipe away the salty fluid dripping into his eyes or the flies who found him in the first few hours of his captivity. It had nearly been enough to break his mind and had certainly broken his body. He’d been so dehydrated, he’d nearly died.

  Just thinking about those days made sweat break out on his upper lip and trickle down toward his mouth. Aidan swallowed hard and took a deep breath, willing his thoughts back to more enjoyable memories. He closed his eyes and thought about his cock moving in and out of Summer as she knelt in front of him. She had been so wet that his erection had gleamed, reflecting the candlelight as he pumped in and out, getting completely coated in her juices.

  A small groan burst from his chest against his will. Fuck, those thoughts weren’t safe either. His cock already ached, burned with the need to come, to ram away inside Summer’s softness until he exploded. If he let his thoughts dwell too much on that need, he was going to go crazy.

  He needed to think safe thoughts, quiet thoughts, cooling thoughts. Like…contemplating the fact that Summer’s mother was still visiting and would probably be waiting up for them no matter how late they arrived home. He loved Machiko, but she’d done her share to put a damper on their sex life. She hardly ever slept and insisted on taking the room right next to theirs because it had better Feng Shui. He’d been pretty sure that was a Chinese thing, not Japanese, but what the hell did he know? Machiko had been a little off since Summer’s dad fell off the wagon last year and he did his best not to ask too many questions.

  A loud rattling sound pulled Aidan’s attention back to the present, surprising him enough to draw his attention over his shoulders to where Summer now stalked back toward him holding a paper cup.

  A paper cup? What the fuck? Was she taking a time out for a drink? Was she going to give him a drink as his “reward”? He didn’t want a fucking drink, he wanted her pussy, his cock in her pussy specifically and—

  “What a horrible expression you have on your face. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were angry with your Lady.” Summer stopped a few feet away from where he knelt on the bed and smiled as she dipped her hand into the cup and pulled out a piece of ice. Slowly she began to tease the ice across her lips, down the length of her neck and then further down to trace the outline of her nipples. They were already erect, but tightened further as she moved the swiftly melting ice across her skin. She moaned and closed her eyes as she caressed herself and things low in his body clenched violently in response.

  He’d never imagined he could be so insanely envious of a piece of ice, but he was. He wanted that to be his mouth, his tongue licking at her dark, rosy tips, preferably as his cock penetrated her cunt.

  One track mind. You have a one track fucking mind.

  He opened his mouth to speak, to beg her to please end this torture, but she stopped him with a hard look.

  “Don’t talk. If you talk, you won’t get your reward.” She slipped the piece of ice into her mouth when she finished speaking and moved closer to the bed.

  Aidan held his breath as he watched her kneel before him, her eyes dark with the promise of his pleasure. With a toss of her head, she flipped her hair over one shoulder and angled her mouth so that he could watch as she moved closer to his engorged cock.

  Oh god, yes.

  He cried out, a sound born half of pleasure and half of pain as she parted her lips and slid just the plump head of his erection into her cool, wet mouth. She teased him with her tongue and the sliver of ice, rolling around the ridge of his cock, stimulating the most sensitive part of him until he thought he’d go mad. Then, and only then, did she start to suckle him, slowly taking more and more of his length inside her swiftly warming mouth.

  Aidan struggled to resist the urge to thrust, not wanting to do anything that might make her stop the magic she was working on his aching shaft. But, god, it was so hard to control himself. He couldn’t ever remember being this ready, this past ready, to come. He needed release, needed her to suckle him just a little harder, just a little deeper and he would finally be able to shoot himself between her lips and reclaim his vanishing sanity.

  Summer moaned against his cock, pulling back far enough for him to see that her lipstick had stained his shaft before she drew his length back into her mouth again. It was the lipstick that did it, that took him over the edge.

  “Fuck this,
” he said, pulling at the bonds that held him. He was going to free himself and then he was going to fuck her, spread open her legs and fuck her with all the mad lust that she’d built inside him.

  “Oh no, you talked,” she said, pulling away from his cock with a sad little look. In seconds she was standing again, her nude body only a few feet away from him, taunting him as he struggled uselessly against her knots.

  “God, please. I couldn’t help it. Untie me and let me fuck you. I’m going to lose my mind,” he begged, shocked to find that his voice sounded near tears.

  Aidan could count the times he’d cried as a grown man on one hand and those had been extraordinary situations. He hadn’t cried when he’d been tied up in that warehouse or either of the times he’d taken a bullet and he wasn’t about to fall apart because of a frustrated hard-on. Using pure force of will, he pulled himself together and got his mind, and his voice, under control.

  “I’m sorry. Forgive me, Oni Yuri. I’ll take whatever punishment you think I should suffer for breaking my silence,” he said, forcing the words out through his tightened jaw.

  “You’ve already had your punishment, you didn’t get to come in my mouth,” she said, leaning over to press the softest of kisses against his temple. The touch of her lips almost undid him again, but he only sucked in a breath and held it, trying to think of cold winter snow, war torn countries, dead puppies, whatever it took to keep his mind off of his rampaging lust.

  “Now we will finish the Takate Kote.”

  The what?

  It wasn’t the first time she’d used the phrase, but for the first time it made him nervous. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound natural or pleasant. Summer had always been proud of her culture and he usually supported her interests wholeheartedly. He was proud when she took college classes in calligraphy and endured being left by his lonesome last spring while she attended a three-week Japanese tattoo intensive in Okinawa. He was even a good sport when she dragged him to eat sushi every other weekend.