Push (Bound #1)

by Olivia R. Keane

  Declan rubbed his fingers over her clit, and she moved herself toward him. He pushed her back, kneading the space in between them to position himself properly. Her unzipped skirt had dropped down, and rather than lift it up again, he slipped it down her thighs, holding his hand out so she could step out of the crumpled puddle of fabric. Declan kissed her softly as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Still kissing her, he moved against her. He could feel Charlotte’s need blossom as he kissed her; she became more urgent with each sweep of his tongue against hers. Grabbing her by the arms, he backed up suddenly, pulling her with him.

  Declan stopped when he had reached the desk sitting in the corner of the suite. He sat in the chair, watching Charlotte stand hesitantly before him. “Go retrieve a pillow from the sofa, please.” He knew her need to please him outmatched her nervousness.

  He watched as she padded through the living area and returned quickly.

  “Place the pillow on the floor in front of me and kneel, Charlotte.”

  Without a word, she knelt upon the pillow, awaiting instructions.

  “You may begin, Charlotte,” he whispered. “I do believe you know what I am looking for.”

  Declan dropped his hands to his side as she opened the black belt and slowly unzipped his pants. As her gaze fell on the bulge in his boxer briefs, he could have sworn he heard her purr in contentment. She leaned forward and started gently brushing her face across his hardness, teasing it through the cotton. Finally, she pulled his briefs to his ankles, freeing his iron shaft.

  The next thing Declan knew her mouth was on him, licking up his shaft as she stared into his eyes. Instinctively, he grabbed her long chestnut hair in encouragement. She responded with a moan and proceeded to give him an immensely pleasurable blowjob. She sucked him eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she closed her mouth around the tip and applied incredible suction before taking him as deep as she could. Her tongue never ceased moving over his shaft, caressing it, teasing it. More than once, she pushed her head deeper onto it, guiding Declan’s cock into her throat. Her saliva soon coated it, and she held still, waiting for Declan to fuck her mouth. He groaned and grabbed her hair, encouraging her, guiding her mouth back and forth on his shaft.

  At that moment, she looked up at him, and Declan released her head, allowing her the freedom to prove her skills. Charlotte did not disappoint. She was incredibly talented at teasing him right to the point of eruption before she changed tactics and alternated between her hand and mouth. Declan was impressed her mouth was able to stretch around his girth. Moans of pleasure filled the suite and melded with the music he had turned on when they arrived.

  Charlotte looked again into his eyes, pleading a silent question. Declan reached for her hand and pulled her off his shaft and to her feet. “Charlotte.” He guided her to sit on his desk. As though it was an interview, he found himself assessing her abilities. “Your oral skills are quite proficient, but I am wondering how well you will continue to take orders from me if you find yourself in a precarious position.”

  With a wicked grin he had grown so fond of and that rebellious streak that was so irresistible, Charlotte looked at Declan and began to play with her clit, as she said, “Oh, Mr. Pearse, I will do whatever you command. I will be willing to do anything you ask of me.”

  Looking down at her fingers disappearing into her slick folds, his cock throbbing in front of him, still soaked in her saliva, he knew it was perhaps the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Still, he had to reprimand her, no matter how much he enjoyed watching her pleasure herself.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” he questioned her, the authority in his voice deepening.

  Charlotte looked confused but answered, “Yes, Mr. Pearse, please. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Well then,” Declan said as he maneuvered her hand away from her body, “you need to follow my instructions implicitly.”

  “Yes, Mr. Pearse.”

  “Did I give you instructions to touch yourself?”

  “No … I don’t imagine you did.”

  “Well then, I shall need to punish you for this when I see fit.”

  “Of course, Mr. Pearse.”

  “It’s okay, Charlotte. Let’s continue,” he said. “Do exactly as I say. First, spread your pussy open so I can get a better look at it.”

  With a shiver, she did as Declan asked. Her pussy lips swelled with arousal as her fingers spread them open, and they glistened with her wetness.

  Growling softly, Declan said, “Because this is a new arrangement between us, it will come with specific requirements. Do you understand, my dear Charlotte?”

  He looked into her eyes and watched as she swallowed before answering, “Yes, Mr. Pearse. I will do anything you require of me. I will be yours, completely.”

  Fuck, she already knows my weakness. Declan’s cock throbbed, and he closed his eyes, savoring her promises. After a moment, he looked at Charlotte again and said, “Good girl. Do you want me to fuck you now?”

  Her submissiveness came so naturally; her answer almost surprised him. “No, Mr. Pearse. Fuck isn’t an adequate enough verb. Devour. I want you to consume me, devour me. I want you to make me yours, your submissive, your slave, your pet, anything you want me to be. I want to be yours in every way, and I desire to please you in every way you require.”

  It was too much for Declan to handle. With a savage growl, he grabbed Charlotte’s legs and spread them even farther apart. Stepping between them, he guided his shaft to her pussy and shoved it in as deep as she could take him, making her scream in ecstasy, her body filled to bursting. Declan’s hand rose to her neck and gripped it, pushing her back until she was flat on the desk, and he was fucking her ferociously. He could feel her becoming wetter as he pounded into her.

  Fighting to keep himself from shouting, Declan leaned down and growled into Charlotte’s ear, “You will not come without permission … Do you understand?” Each word bounced like a staccato note between his powerful thrusts. Charlotte nodded. He reached down and pushed the pad of his thumb over her clit and immediately she went stiff, her head tilting back, her back arching. But Charlotte didn’t come. She obeyed, barely. It did not prevent her from begging to come though.

  “Oh, Mr. Pearse, please!” she moaned loudly. “Please let me come. Don’t you want to feel me come around your cock? Please, I need to so badly!”

  The sound of her voice, that sweet, sexy voice, calling out his name for him washed over him, and he looked down to see Charlotte in all her pleasure. As he recognized the lust, and the total obedience in her eyes, Declan’s own climax erupted, and he groaned, “Now,” as he pumped stream after stream of come into her. Charlotte screamed and kept screaming as she came. He felt a flow of hot, sticky come, hers mixing with his, gush past his cock and against his balls and thighs. She was coming and coming like she’d never stop, writhing around on the desk, her hands clutching it for dear life.

  Chapter Six

  Morning light bled through the sliver between the bedroom curtains. It was golden and cheery. Charlie stretched and wasn’t surprised to find the space in the bed next to her empty. She danced between getting up or lazing awhile longer, but she was itching to see what the weather was doing. She slipped out of bed, naked, and padded across the room, one arm wrapped around her boobs. Indeed, it was glorious out, all crisp golden sun on magical, sparkling overnight snow.

  “Beautiful,” Declan spoke as he came back into the bedroom, carrying two cups on saucers. Tea, how does he think of everything?

  “It is beautiful outside. It snowed,” Charlie commented, shifting to find a way to hide, suddenly feeling naked.

  “Come back to bed, Charlotte. I made us some tea.”

  Charlie climbed back onto the bed and settled into the sheets, pulling the navy down comforter about her torso, and tucking it under her arms.

  Declan sat on the side of the bed, looking at her adoringly, and handed her a cup. It smelled like Earl Grey, and there was an amazingly thin lemon slice waltzin
g in the center.

  “I didn’t think to ask before, but are you involved with someone?” His question seemed so absurd to Charlie she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

  “No, of course not.”

  “That’s welcome news, Charlotte. I am not really in the mood to deal with a jealous suitor.”

  “Are you ever in the mood for that?”

  Declan grinned. “Not even on my best day.”

  “How about you? Am I about to get my eyes clawed out by some politician’s daughter?”

  Declan’s eyes grew wide, and then he smiled. “No. Spoiled brats are not my style. Too demanding. So, let me ask you something, Charlotte. You seemed to understand my demands quite well last night. Have you been a submissive before?”

  Charlie nodded and cast her gaze down to her lap.

  “Is it too personal for you to talk about?”

  “No. Just a little painful. I was in college. I was being trained, but I ended it.”

  Declan nodded. A look of concern crept across his face. Charlie instantly felt remorseful about talking about it and tried to remedy the situation. “It feels like ages ago now. It just wasn’t the best situation.”

  “It seems like it changed you. You seem to be unsure of yourself in your work, but you are really very good at what you do.”

  Charlie nodded. She couldn’t figure out if his perceptive side was bothersome because what he’d said was true, or because it was more than she wanted to dredge up.

  “Forgive me, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Declan reached for her hand and pulled her clenched fist into his warm palm. “I’m not judging you. I just want to know you more, but I won’t push you or make you feel uncomfortable.”

  Declan ran his thumb over her knuckles, and Charlie relaxed and loosened her fist. He was smiling at her as his thumb wriggled its way into her half-closed palm.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to pity me.”

  “Pity? Is that what you think I am showing you?”

  “Well, you’re just being so gentle and kind. I wanted you to know you don’t have to be for my sake. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

  “Kind? Really?” Declan’s voice grew deeper as though he were talking to himself. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but I think you’re the first person to call me that.” Declan sighed, frowning at Charlie, all the while holding her hand. “, we aren’t doing this because I pity you. Nor am I bedding you out of the kindness of my heart.”

  “Why then? Why me? I’m not exactly your type.”

  “Because I want to. I never do anything I don’t want to do.” He took Charlie’s tea from her and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. “You’re not my type? So what exactly is my type? Tell me, because I am dying to know.”

  “I … I don’t know. Some drop-dead gorgeous girl with a killer body, I’m sure.”

  “And you don’t think you are any of those things?”

  She shrugged and looked around the room. She wanted to escape his questioning.

  Declan leaned closer. “Where is this coming from?”

  “What?” Charlie’s voice was approaching that defensive octave her voice went to when she felt cornered.

  “This gross misconception you have of yourself. Did your previous boyfriend do this to you?”

  “No. How could he? He’s long gone.” Even as Charlie spoke, she felt sickened by the words that left her mouth. They were lies. Declan was so close to drawing out the most personal thing she could imagine about herself. She held on to it like some sort of twisted security blanket. If she said it aloud, Declan would see her for what she truly was. The spell would be broken. He’d see things the way she did, and she couldn’t stand the thought of that. She wanted desperately to hold on to this fantasy for a while longer.

  Declan sighed and spoke gently. “I think people can have a long-lasting impact on us if we give them that power. It’s especially true if we love them and they hurt us in some way. Is that what happened?”

  Holy Mother of God! He is so right it is starting to scare me. Charlie trembled, nodding her agreement, but it felt more as if she was waving a white flag.

  “Well, you were the one to end it. I am sure part of him still cares for you. I’m certain he’d rather be sitting here with you if he could.”

  Of course I ended it. He wounded me terribly. I didn’t get out of bed for weeks. Charlie knew she needed to set Declan straight. The last thing she needed was Declan thinking she was certifiably nuts.

  Realization crept slowly across Declan’s face. Immediately followed by its sad friend, pity. Charlie wanted to crawl into a little ball, or better still, disappear. She tugged her hand free from his grasp, and then looked into his eyes. Pity exited through the door unceremoniously as anger crashed the party. “Charlotte, don’t you dare.” His tone was laced with warning. She knew instantly what he meant.

  He knows I want to run as if I am training for a marathon.

  “I just can’t take you looking at me as though I am some wounded bird, okay. So, just stop.”

  “Charlotte, I’m not. I know that’s not you.”

  Charlie scoffed and turned away. Declan grabbed a hold of her hand again. “Charlotte, stop that this instant. You will look at me when I am speaking with you.” He spoke in a controlled voice. “Listen to me, Charlotte. I can’t help it if that horse’s ass made the wrong choices. I am not him, Charlotte. Do you understand me? I would never treat you with such disrespect.” Declan drew a deep breath and continued. “This shouldn’t be difficult. Your past is just that. In the past. I am quite fond of you, and I want us to forge a good relationship. I find you to be a brilliant, sensitive, beautiful woman, even if you are a bit stubborn and feisty.”

  “But, you can’t possibly know that from one evening together.”

  “Why? Because I don’t know every detail of your life? Charlotte, I know I want you. I know you want me, and I know that I bring out your submissive nature, even though you try to run from who you really are. You could keep trying to run and push me away, or you could just allow me to take control and spend more time with me. Do you think that’s possible? Because if you do, please for the love of all things good, stop pushing me away and making me feel like I need to slap the restraints on you to keep you here.”

  Charlie’s eyes widened at the thought. And then she laughed.

  Declan laughed with her. “Or maybe I should.”

  ***

  They slept tangled in sheets as the night overshadowed the day. After their talk, Charlie and Declan had spent all of Saturday in the hotel suite. Up briefly for room service, they quickly fell back into the bed after Declan had smeared the blackberry jam across Charlie’s collarbone and down her breasts and devoured her. They napped, read the paper, laughed, made love again, showered, ate a light dinner, and then fell back into bed. Their Master and Submissive side to their fledging relationship seemed to have a healthy balance with their regular selves. They instinctively flowed in and out of both sets of personas naturally as they grew more familiar with each other. Charlie’s body was sore, but she wasn’t done with Declan’s yet. Charlie smiled, looking at him. She sighed. The sliver of moonlight bathed his face, making him look softer, more boyish. Charlie rose, pulled the curtains shut, and crawled carefully back into bed.

  Declan was curled up with the duvet pulled close to his face, the smooth line of his strong back exposed. She wriggled under the covers to be directly behind him, her breasts smashed into his back, and the line of her body following his, except for her feet. Her feet were about a foot higher up on the bed than Declan’s.

  She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of him. God, he smells amazing. Something about sleep smells incredible; sweet, sexy, and strong. Moving slowly, careful not to stir her sleeping giant, Charlie let her hand creep over his waist and slide up his chest. She played with his chest hair a bit, and then ran her hand back down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. The reaction to he
r stealth movements was almost immediate: a soft, not quite conscious moan, at the same time pushing his hips forward.

  Charlie summoned her courage and gently tugged on his hip. Declan rolled over to face her, still asleep. Afraid she would wake him, she watched his eyelids for a moment, still shut, so she reached for him. She gasped quietly, finding him already rock hard. Charlie wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a squeeze and delighting in the jump she received in response.

  She smirked. God, half asleep or not, he’s still horny. No slow and steady this time. Charlie rubbed him through his shorts with her whole hand, slow firm strokes that went from the tip to just before his balls. She could tell he had his eyes half-open. His mouth found hers, in a fumbling, ravenous way.

  “Hey, sleepy,” she whispered against his lips, at the same time she was dipping her hand into his boxer briefs to cradle his balls, playing with them gently. The feedback he offered was a low, guttural moan. Charlie broke the kiss and pulled away from Declan. Slowly, he focused on her, seeing that she was smiling. He looked crumpled and sleepy but incredibly lustful.

  Charlie quickly disappeared down the bed. She eagerly pulled the boxer briefs out of the way enough to get to Declan’s cock. For a few seconds, she stopped and stared. His cock sprung up from its confines. It was proud, hard, and so damned ready. Long and thick, it was more than enough to fill her up, but not sort of the monster cock that scares girls. It’s quite perfect. She pulled the soft skin back, giving it a good long lick, from the base to salty tip with the flat of her tongue. She licked all over the head, swirling her tongue around it. Emboldened, Charlie let her lips enfold it. Her lips slid over it to just under the ridge and back again, sucking ever so slightly. She popped it out of her mouth and let it rest on her lips, glistening. Her hand held the wide base of his cock and squeezed. She smiled as it twitched slightly on her lips. She ran her hand up the length of his shaft in a long, firm stroke. She lapped up the pre-cum beading on the tip and took the broad head back in her mouth. Bit by teasing bit, her lips slipped further and further down Declan’s erection.