by Sophie Oak
“Not on your life. We’re going to work some things out, you and I. Feel free to scream your head off. The staff is working outside. Marcus and Randy took off toward the lake. Mike is out running, and Kevin can’t hear anything through those earbuds of his. It’s just you and me, and I’ll like it when you scream.”
“Don’t you do this.” But she wasn’t screaming. She pushed, but a part of her was heating up because he was right. She’d been dreaming about this for weeks.
“Apologize sweetly, and I’ll let you go.”
She could see that he meant it. All she had to do was say she was sorry. She didn’t have to mean it. It was two little perfectly harmless words. I’m sorry. He was giving her a way out of this dangerous little game.
“Fuck you, Goff.”
“Oh, we’re going to get to that, princess.” He sat in the chair and pulled her over his lap.
Tess fought to stay upright, but with her hands bound, she couldn’t balance. She swallowed. Shit. He was going to spank her. It had been so long since she’d felt so deliciously helpless and at a man’s mercy. Roger had made her feel perverse for needing this. Curt merely placed a hand on the small of her back, holding her against his knee. She could feel the hard line of his erection against her belly.
“This make you feel like a man? Do you like hurting women?” She couldn’t quite stop. Even though she knew damn well she wanted this, it didn’t seem right not to fight him. He wanted her to submit, but he was going to have to earn it.
“Yes, I’m a bit of a sadist, but that works well for us, doesn’t it? Because you have a masochist deep in there, don’t you?” His words were velvety seduction as he pushed up her skirt. When it was at her waist, he roughly pulled the little silk panties she was wearing down, exposing her ass. He dragged them off and tossed them away. Tess wriggled against him, but she couldn’t deny this was doing something for her.
“You don’t know that. You could just be abusing me. You wouldn’t care.”
“Princess, I can smell the juice flowing out of your little cunt from here. You’re aroused at the thought of what I’m going to do to you. You like the fact that I tied your hands together. Another time, I’ll take you to a play party, and I’ll put a spreader between your ankles and force those legs wide. Your pussy will be on full display for everyone to see. Everyone’s going to stare at you like your pussy is a work of art. They’ll all talk about how pretty that pussy I own is. And maybe, I’ll lick it so it’s wet and ripe and pouty. Or maybe I’ll slap it so it swells. I’ll make sure your clit pushes past its hood. It’ll be a creamy little jewel for everyone to admire.”
God, she wished he would just spank her already. The anticipation was killing her. His hand smoothed over her skin, tantalizing and making her want to scream. His fingers ran down the crack of her ass, close, so close to something dark and dirty. He slid a finger down to her pussy. There was no way he could miss that. She was creaming and pretty much had been since he’d walked into the room.
“Oh, you nasty girl. You like the idea. You want the big, bad man to hurt you a little, don’t you? You need it.”
She wiggled on his lap, trying desperately to get him to spank her. “Screw this, Goff. Let me up now.”
He chuckled above her. “Now, how disappointed would you be if I did that? Tess, you’re going to have to verbally acknowledge that you want this, or I will let you go. I will let you go, but I won’t untie you. I’ll march straight to that room of yours, and I’ll take every toy I find. You won’t be able to take care of the ache yourself. I won’t allow it.”
“You can’t keep me like this forever.”
“You’d be surprised what I can do. Your choice, Tess. Verbal acknowledgement that, while this might be fucked up, it’s entirely consensual, or I walk away.”
It was fucked up, and it felt so right she couldn’t deny it. She’d needed Mike and Kevin’s sweet affection the night before, but she needed this, too. She needed this deep down in her soul. She’d denied this part of herself for so long that desire poured through her system. “Fine. It’s consensual, asshole.”
His hand came down with a devastating crack. Tess screamed at the fire that licked across her skin.
“That’s what I wanted, princess.”
His hand struck over and over. He smacked her cheeks, her thighs, with brutal strength.
“You want some therapy, Tess. I’ll give you some therapy. I’ll let you in, but we do this my way. Always my way.”
Tess cried as she held on to his calves.
“You think my life was so great? My dad might have been a Hall of Famer, but he was also a drunk and a bully. I was his only kid. He barely said a word to me for the first six years of my life, but then he retired. Once his glory days were over, he turned his attention to me.”
Tess felt the next smack all the way in her womb. He was slowing down, placing the slaps carefully and punctuating them with a caress. He seemed calmer now, even his voice had an edge of peace to it, as though the act he’d performed satisfied something deep in his soul. Tess felt it, too. The pain was there, but along with it came a sweet heat invading her veins like a drug.
“I had to win. I was Kent Goff’s son. I had to be the best. Do you know how my father ensured I would try my best each and every time?”
Tess had an awful idea, but she didn’t say it. She wasn’t required to answer. He simply needed to talk. His cock was huge against her belly, but he made no moves to alleviate his condition. He seemed content to stroke her now that the punishment was done. His finger trailed down, pushing between the cheeks of her ass.
“There was nothing at all routine about my father’s punishments. He would just beat the shit out of me with whatever was handy. It would come at odd times. He would be all smiles and ‘aw, shucks’ at the track meets or the football games. He’d shrug and tell me next time we’d get ‘em. Then when we got home, I would wait for it. I tried hiding once, but that just made it worse. He pulled me out of bed, and I had to spend the night in the hospital. He claimed I fell out of a tree. The fucking doctor was too busy getting Dad’s autograph to check out his facts. Mom had left years before, so I was on my own.”
Curt’s touch disappeared, and Tess craned her neck to look up. He sucked it into his mouth, wetting it before he pushed it between her cheeks. She felt the pressure on her anus.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right, princess. I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole. Are you going to whimper for me?”
“If that’s what you need,” she managed to say. She held on to him, allowed her hands to run up the lightly haired skin of his legs.
He pressed in, driving his finger past the first guarding muscles into the heat of her anus. Tess whimpered, the pressure almost too much to bear. She wriggled, feeling pinned by him.
He gently began to fuck his finger in and out of her ass. “That’s it. That’s exactly what I need. You’re awfully tight, Tess. These muscles are going to feel like a vise around my dick. I can’t believe no one’s ever taken this sweet ass.”
“I’m not a virgin.”
He slapped her ass with his free hand. “You’re not a tourist, either. I can pick a little sub out of a crowd. What do you call me when my finger’s halfway up your rectum, princess?”
The authority in his voice made her shiver. “Sir. I’m not a virgin there, Sir.”
He added a finger and opened her up. She groaned at the burning sensation and the dark shivers she got when he pulled out.
“I should torture you some more, but I don’t think I can wait.”
The world shifted as he turned her over. He stood and sat her on the chair. “Stay, Tess. I swear if you’ve moved an inch when I get back, you’re going to be in trouble. The spanking I gave you was just a little play. But if you disobey me now, I’ll have to carry you around. How will you explain that to the others? Do you understand? The only answer I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t resist him, especi
ally now that he’d opened himself up and laid out pieces of his own twisted history. So much of him made sense. She sat still in her chair, feeling exquisitely vulnerable with her bare ass on the leather as he strode to the small bathroom inside Mr. Boyle’s elegant office. She heard the water running as he undoubtedly washed up, and then he was shuffling through drawers, looking for something.
She felt a deep connection to him. Though her childhood hadn’t been the nightmare his was, she had been lonely. He must have felt alone amidst the chaos. This was his way of handling it. He felt the need to control as earnestly as she felt the need to please.
He walked out of the bathroom completely naked. Tess felt her mouth drop open. He was six feet five inches of perfectly ripped sin. Lean muscle covered his body. His cock jutted out, standing nearly flat against his stomach. Long and so thick, his dick was the cherry on the most delicious man cake she’d ever seen. She stared at the perfect notches where his hips began to flow into his legs. She wanted to run her tongue there.
“Stop that, princess.” He chuckled. The arrogant smile on his face belied his words. “You’ll make a man blush looking at him like you could eat him up.”
He had a tube in his hand and a small square. Lubricant and a condom. God, he really was going to fuck her ass. Anticipation made her tremble.
The smile faded on his gorgeous face, replaced with a look of rampant desire. His cock twitched as he came closer. With one hand, he hauled her up. Her skirt was awkwardly bunched around her waist, but he made no move to fix it. He wrapped a hand in her hair, pulling the ponytail out, sending it tumbling around her shoulders. Fisting her hair in his hands, he pulled her up until she was on her tiptoes. He took her mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue invaded, his lips owned. Tess’s heart started to pound ferociously as he ravaged her mouth. His free hand came up to cup her breasts. He slid his hand under her shirt and past the bra she was wearing to pinch at her nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger then suddenly applied pressure.
Tess groaned into his mouth and writhed against him. She didn’t want or need any more foreplay. She needed him.
“Stop it, or I’ll clamp these little treats.” He twisted her nipple just to the point of pain. “I don’t have any proper clamps, but I’ll make do. You’ll find I am infinitely creative when it comes to this. I don’t need expensive toys to torture my pretty sub.”
She forced herself to be still, though that little biting pain had her panting and nearly begging. He turned her around, forcing her to face the large mahogany desk that dominated the room. His strong hand pressed down until her breasts brushed the wood of the desk.
“Arms out and spread those legs, Tess.”
She forced her bound hands in front of her body. After moving her legs apart, she felt Curt’s hands on her ass, cupping her, opening her. She felt the lube hit her skin, and he started to rim her asshole with his finger, massaging the oil into the flesh he was about to take. She heard him tear open the condom.
“God, this is a gorgeous little asshole. Do you understand why I’m fucking your ass before I get to your pussy, princess?”
His cock was there, pressing against her anus. She had to swallow before she answered. “You’re showing me who’s boss. You want me vulnerable.”
“I want you helpless.” He pressed forward with ruthless intent.
Tess cried out as she flattened her back. It had been so long since she’d taken a cock up her ass, and never one the size of Curt’s. She felt tears sliding down her face. It burned. She ached. He reminded her she was fucking alive.
“Oh, yeah, that’s exactly what I want. Press back against me. Take me in.” His hands pulled at her hips as his dick drove forward. “Take me all the way in. I want to be balls deep in this hot ass.”
Tess bit her lip against the burning sensation. It felt like he was going to split her open, but she knew there was no way out. He would have her. All she could do was push back against him until his thighs were finally flush against hers and his heavy balls swung up to slap at her pussy. Tess groaned. She was so full. He leaned forward to cover her back with his chest. He was everywhere. She was utterly surrounded by his scent, his skin, his breath against her ear.
“You feel perfect. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you?”
The words calmed her. They were sweet, and his hands softened as they moved along her curves. He allowed her time to adjust as he talked to her.
“You’re so beautiful, Tess. Your obedience pleases me greatly.” He kissed the back of her neck as he held himself deep inside her ass. “Are you ready to please your Master?”
The burning had eased, and now a different fire lit her as Curt dragged one hand down her body and placed it firmly over her clit. She vibrated with need. “Yes. Yes, Sir. I want to please you.”
“And I want to please you.” He dragged his cock back.
Every nerve in her rectum sang a hallelujah chorus. Tess cried out as the crazy pain-pleasure sang through her body. It lit every inch of her skin and made her bite her lip to keep from screaming.
“Oh, yes,” Curt moaned from behind her. He slammed into her ass, ramming himself in and dragging back, over and over. Every time he fucked into her ass, his fingers stroked her clit. He thrust in and pulled back. Tess couldn’t help it. She pushed back against him.
He smacked her ass, not once letting up on his pounding rhythm. “Yes, princess, fight for it. I want to give it to you.”
She pressed her bound hands down, her nails finding the wood of the desk. She shoved her ass against his, unwilling to give up an inch of him. He filled her, his cock becoming her whole world in that moment. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together and Curt’s harsh breathing as he worked.
The relentless fucking built inside Tess until she came. She cried out, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure that was flooding her. Curt shouted hoarsely behind her as he pumped and pumped to give her everything he had.
It had been so long since she’d felt like this, overwhelmed and connected all at once. It was the kind of thing only a Dom could give and a sub could truly appreciate. Curt was dominant beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of. Could he be tender, too? She wanted tenderness from him now.
He finally slumped forward, covering her with his big body. His hands stroked her gently, and he kissed her shoulder. “God, that was amazing. I’m so crazy about you.”
She felt the same way about him. He was a complex man, but for the right woman, he would be worth the trouble.
“Thank you, Tess. Thank you for your trust. I promise you won’t regret it. I’m going to take such good care of you. You’re mine now, princess, and there’s no going back.”
A sudden vision of Kevin and Mike had her heart thudding again, this time in panic. It hadn’t been twenty-four hours since she’d lain in their arms and talked and made love over and over again. Yet, this time with Curt had reopened a piece of her soul she’d been missing for so long. What had she done? Had she really been dumb enough to fall for three men?
Curt kissed her one last time on the nape of her neck then slipped out of her body. He turned her and untied her hands. His eyes were languid and moved over her as though he examined his new prized possession.
“This time I want your arms around me.”
She couldn’t breathe. Panic threatened to overwhelm her. He was so beautiful. He was so far out of her league it was ridiculous. They all were. Yet her heart was tangled with three gorgeous men who would walk away at some point and leave her in a whimpering, heartbroken ball. What the hell was she doing?
“I can’t. I just…I can’t.” She pushed her skirt down and ran for the door. She turned back briefly and was shocked at the hurt she saw on his face. He was always so closed, but now his vulnerability was right there, naked and raw. He shut it down in an instant, and the Dom was back.
“Tess, don’t you walk out that door.”
But she did. She ran, and she didn’t stop
until the main house was far behind her.
Chapter Six
Tess stood by the team owner’s private lake. She dragged air into her lungs as she looked back. He hadn’t followed her. With shaking hands, Tess fixed her blouse. Her wrists were still slightly red from where he’d bound her. She stared at them and swore she heard Curt whispering in her ear. She could still feel him holding her down, demanding her submission. Why did that have to be the thing that flipped her switch? She’d gone to her first BDSM club when she was in college. It had been a revelation, but when she fell for Roger, she’d given it up. He’d been very vanilla, so she’d hidden away that part of herself. Until she’d taken on this damn job, it had been fairly easy. She’d been obsessed with restarting her career and proving to her family that she wasn’t a fuckup.
Tears threatened to choke her. Well, she’d proven something. She’d proven she could sleep with a whole bunch of guys in a very short period of time and develop ridiculously unrequited feelings for them all. In a twenty-four-hour period, she’d managed to double the number of lovers she’d taken in her life.
She knew she should go back, but she just couldn’t make her feet move that direction. Instead she started to walk, images running through her mind like a movie. The night before, she’d enjoyed Mike’s tenderness and Kevin’s wildness. She’d felt like a princess between them. Princess. God, she’d never forget the way Curt growled at her and overwhelmed her. Such different experiences, and yet, she’d been touched by both. Maybe it would be easier to handle if it had just been sex, but neither encounter had felt that way to her. With Mike and Kevin, it had started casual, but sometime during that long, languid night, they had bonded. Mike had talked about his family, while Kevin had cuddled her and seemed reluctant to let her go. She’d felt so right in their arms.
And Curt. Despite his growling demeanor, she’d felt an instant connection to him. Something had been between them, like a live wire she should never have touched. How the hell did she walk back into that house?
