by Hart, Eve R.
I may have had a few… reservations… about giving him this much. He could ask for so many things. Most of them I probably wouldn’t bat an eye at doing even if the inner me would want to stay strong and tall. But there were limits I had. They’d never been questioned or come into play before. Not with Iron or anyone before him. Mostly because no one dared to speak up about them. And I realized that all the restrictions had to do with me. It was about my shield and, dare I say, insecurity.
What? You thought that I didn’t have them? Despite what people might think, I was human. Some days it irritated me but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it. The coolness, it wasn’t just a mask I wore. It wasn’t just armor in place to keep people at a distance. It had become who I was. But as much as I hated it, it hadn’t made me immune to things I couldn’t control internally. It had taken me a lifetime to get where I was. None of that had been build on emotions. But as much as I hated that word and its meaning, I did feel occasionally.
The silence stretched out between us as he held onto his answer. Or maybe he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Either way, it was starting to get under my skin. This was one of those times that I couldn’t read him. Another thing I hated.
“I want those sexy fuckin’ lips on me,” he finally said. “And I get to put my hands on you.”
That was two things when I really had meant to only give him one.
He could have asked for so much more, though.
I didn’t have a problem giving him what he wanted, it wasn’t like I hadn’t gone down on him once before. And maybe I hadn’t minded it so much.
My steps were slow as I approached him. One thing I really liked about the man, he looked good naked. Really good. And he never seemed to mind being exposed in front of me.
My nails lightly raked down his torso until I felt the base of his hard cock against my fingertips. I started to lower myself down as my hand circled his cock.
My body jerked to a stop when I felt his warm, big, calloused hand close around my wrist.
“Not what I meant, Petra.”
He brought my hand up to the side of his face and I had to admit that I liked the way his beard felt against my palm. I always had.
I blinked at him as I straightened to my full height once again.
Oh!
I realized what he wanted a split second before his hand moved to the base of my neck and he tugged me forward. The two-inch gap between us closed and his lips were on mine before I could tell him no.
My lips were as stiff as my body but that didn’t stop him. He wasn’t rough. He wasn’t brutal. But there was a strong demand as his lips parted against mine and his tongue licked along my sealed-up tight seam.
The second swipe had me giving up the fight.
I softened for him.
I parted for him.
I let him in.
Like I had once before.
His hand gripped the back of my neck tighter as he ravaged my mouth.
My fingers curled into his beard as I tried to pull him in even closer. I wanted more. I needed more.
We continued to kiss like we were trying to devour each other. His hand slid down the length of my spine. I moaned as his fingers stroked my lower back. Then his hand palmed my ass and he was pulling my body flush with his. His thick, hard cock now trapped between our stomachs.
I wanted to reach down and stroke him but I held back. He wanted my lips right now. He wanted them on his. And something inside me warmed because this had been the thing he asked for.
The kiss slowed and he pulled away.
My eyes blinked open and I was instantly trapped in his gaze.
“Been waiting a long damn time to feel those lips against mine again,” he said and I felt myself smile a little. His eyes darted down to my lips and I instantly wiped the sappy expression away. “One day, Pet. One day you’re gonna stop hidin’ from me.”
He released me, his hands dropping down to his sides as he waited for my direction. I gave him the opening. He took it and he didn’t push for more.
That was the thing about Iron, he didn’t force me to give more than he knew I could handle. He came and he bent and he heeled whenever I needed him to.
I made a decision right then and there. I’d give him more from now on. Not much. Just a little. But I also had to be comfortable with it or this would never work. So I made a new rule in my head and I was going to let him in on it really soon. It wasn’t something I could verbally explain to him. I knew that I had to show him.
I turned on my heels. I didn’t need to give him direction, he’d follow on his own.
I led him down the long hall, one he was already familiar with, and into a room he knew well enough, too.
It wasn’t my bedroom. We hadn’t ended up there… yet. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to give him that much but I suspected that one day I might.
Iron had lasted longer than any other man had. He’d come when I called and he took everything I dished out. He never talked back or told me no. And despite the fact that I would never admit it out loud, I had kept him around because I wasn’t ready for it to be over.
“Where do you want me tonight?” he asked as we stepped inside and I shut the door behind us.
I didn’t need words. My eyes looked from him to the padded bench in the middle of the room.
I spared no expense when it came to most things, and everything in this room was no exception.
The wood was made of sturdy, dark oak. The varnish a near black color. The padding on the top and knee supports were brushed Italian leather. I wanted them to be comfortable while they were restrained. Even if what I was going to do to them wasn’t meant to bring comfort.
With a nod, he slowly climbed on, his chest going down to rest against the padding without hesitation. His arms went up like he was waiting for me to lock him in place.
This wasn’t the first time I’d had him bent over like this, and he wasn’t new to being here.
I secured the lambswool lined leather straps around his wrists and ankles. He turned his head so that he could watch me walk over to the cutout cabinet in the wall. There was no lingering look as I picked up what I was going to use tonight because I knew before he’d even stepped foot off the elevator.
The thick whip creaked as I wrapped my hand around it and moved it back and forth. I hadn’t used this one much. In fact, I’d only tested it out after it had arrived. I’d never used a whip on Iron before. I wasn’t sure if he’d enjoy it but I knew he’d take it because it was what I demanded right now.
I stood back so I could see his eyes. I needed to gauge his pain. I wouldn’t doubt with the mood that I was in that I’d break the skin. It wasn’t always my intention to cause that much pain. And I wouldn’t have said that I got carried away, but sometimes I needed a little extra. I needed to push until I got some kind of reaction.
The crack rang out in the room, the sound bouncing off the nearly bare walls making it seem even louder.
His body stiffened but he didn’t close his eyes. I think that was one of the things I liked the most when he was like this for me. His eyes were always on me. Always looking into mine.
I could have read so much in that but because I was me, I chose not to. I simply enjoyed it and then forgot about it after it was over.
Crack.
The tip barely grazed the top crease between his tight, hot cheeks.
I gave him a few breaths before I flicked the whip again. I knew the most sensitive parts of the body, the spots that would hurt the most, but I stayed away from those this time.
With the corner of my lips turned up and my eyes locked onto his, I cracked the whip again. This time I hit him square between his shoulder blades and since I’d extended my arm all the way, he got more of the leather across his skin.
“Fuck!” he ground out between his clenched teeth.
I waited, brow raised, but he didn’t say it. He didn’t even open his mouth to speak the word that would make me stop.
Two more crac
ks. Two more thick welts across his back. The last lick of the tip causing the skin to split open.
His eyes held something that I couldn’t decipher but he wasn’t begging me to stop.
He wanted it, so I gave it to him.
Over and over again, the crack rang out and his flesh turned red. I didn’t break the flesh any more because once had satisfied me enough this time.
With one last flick, I let the tip barely kiss the side of his clenched ass cheek. For some reason, I smiled. It wasn’t an evil, knowing smirk. It was almost… a teasing one.
His eyes twinkled the moment he saw it.
Letting the whip dangle from my hand. With the end dragging along the ground, I walked over to him. My nail lightly ran down his spine and I heard him suck in a harsh breath when I grazed over the biggest welt.
My dress inched up my legs and gathered around my waist as I straddled him. I wrapped my free hand around the whip and before he realized what I was doing, I brought it up forcing it into his mouth as I pulled his head back.
He growled. It was deep and manly and sexy. Not something that most people in his current position would do. And I think I liked that a lot, too.
Iron was… different. He wasn’t a sub. I’d never call him one. But he did take everything I did and he bent to my will. However, it was moments like this and the fact that he held eye contact without an ounce of care, whether I liked it or not, that almost made me smile. I couldn’t imagine that a man like him had an easy time getting on his knees for a woman like me. Or for anyone, I guess. But he did for me and I was pretty sure he enjoyed it too. He had to have because he kept coming back. I might have said that it was because there was always sex in the end, but something inside of me told me that wasn’t it. Not that he didn’t enjoy that part, too.
And that was another thing. Sex with Iron was pretty good. More than pretty good. It was honestly the best I’d ever had. His body was perfect. His hair was great for dragging him around and showing him what I wanted. Of course, there was his beard, too.
Thinking about how it felt between my legs had me squirming on his back. I was wet, but that was a given.
There was a deep moan as I continued to rub my soaked, panty covered cunt against him. The whip slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor as I leaned over and covered his back. My lips grazed the back of his neck as my fingers quickly worked to free his wrists from the restraints. He didn’t move once he was free. My lips kissed a line down his spine. Then I licked and sucked the spot right above his crease that was barely welted and red.
His moan caused me to smile.
I nipped his left cheek before undoing his ankle restraints.
“Over,” I commanded as I stood tall, my dress still gathered around my waist.
He maneuvered on the bench until he was on his back. I was surprised at how stealthily his big frame managed to do it considering the bench was barely as wide as his shoulders and his back had to have been on fire. But then again, I shouldn’t have been.
I retrieved a condom from the table next to the door.
His cock was standing tall and proud, ready for me to climb on top of it. And I was ready to feel him stretch me and fill me up.
With slow fingers, I rolled the condom down his length and wasted no time mounting him. I was wet and ready for him but I didn’t rush it.
With my hands braced on his chest, I sunk down all the way. We both let out a satisfied noise once I was fully seated.
His hands reached behind his head and gripped the edge of the bench. This was our silent rule— or mine, I guess. He didn’t touch me. I never let him. We were at the point that I didn’t need to restrain him or tell him to keep his arms where they were.
But I had decided that was going to change tonight.
He restrained himself for me, and I knew it. Because I didn’t like to have people touching me. Especially at times like this.
My hips rocked and writhed while I rode him. I set the pace and he watched me.
I liked his eyes on me. It made me think that maybe I’d like other things on me as well.
His eyes went wide as I lean down. My lips brushed against his but he stayed completely still.
My hips stayed locked against his, keeping him fully seated inside of me. As I circled my hard clit into him, a tiny moan rushed out of my mouth.
I was hesitating and I couldn’t even lie to myself about it.
With one last breath of courage, I lowered my lips onto his.
He kissed me back, his lips quickly taking control. It was the thing I wanted right now. Maybe I even needed him to be the one to have control.
His legs spread wide, I felt the movement and I didn’t hesitate to hook my heeled feet over his knees. I began to move again, my hips slamming down on him faster and faster.
“Touch me,” I whimpered out as I broke away from his lips for a fraction of a second.
He stiffened. I didn’t miss it. But I quickly used my mouth to bring him back into the moment.
My body jerked as his massive hands went to my ass, slapping down hard on my bared cheeks. The sting shot through my body and I rocked my hips even harder against him trying to get some friction against my throbbing clit.
His abs tightened as his body folded forward. My fingers dug into his shoulders so hard that I was sure I’d leave marks. That was usually my plan after all, but this felt different. I held on to him and he held onto me.
The level of intensity seemed to rocket like it had never had before.
His name softly clawed its way out of my throat.
“Yeah, Pet,” he said as a response to my unsaid questions and demands.
I moaned as his hands went to my hips. He didn’t control the movements but with him dragging me back down, I felt him even deeper.
“Love my cock, don’t you?”
My bottom lip got trapped between my teeth and I bit down until I tasted blood. The smirk on his face was almost enough to have me standing up and walking away. With anyone else, I probably would have. I’d have left without a care that neither one of us had gotten off.
But I couldn’t stop, no matter what my head was screaming at me.
“Shit,” he said through clenched teeth. Even though I was looking at his face, I didn’t need to see his expression to know that he was close. And I didn’t need to tell him to hold back because I knew he would.
I felt his fingers in my hair, gripping the pulled up strands tightly at the crown on my head. Then his lips were on mine again as his hips flexed and he pumped up into me even harder.
My moans were muffled and strangled. My core tightened and a moment later, I came so hard I was dizzy.
He held me as my body clamped around his cock and he continued to fuck me. He didn’t stop and I almost thought I didn’t have the strength to keep this up. I’d come, I was done. It was his turn and then tonight would be over. Right? That’s usually how it went. So far it had been good enough for me. I never really stopped to think about if it was for him. Perhaps that was somewhat shitty of me, but as long as he got off, I figured it could be considered a good night.
“Give me one more, Pet. I’ve got your lips on mine. I’ve got my hands on you. I want to make this fuckin’ night count.” His words shocked and stunned me.
There were those pesky emotions floating around beneath the frozen surface.
I couldn’t let the ice crack. I couldn’t let it melt. Because if it did, I didn’t know who I would be anymore.
My fingers went into his hair and I pulled his head back until he was forced to look up at me.
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I told him sternly.
He said nothing in response but that stupid smirk on his face spoke volumes.
The air was knocked out of my lungs as he scooted back and flipped me back onto the bench in a blink of an eye. My legs opened and clung to his sides. Despite the awkward footing and the fact that he was half kneeling, half posed in a sprint-like stance, he fucked into me with a perfe
ct rhythm. I let him. I clung to his shoulders and held on for the ride.
The fire rose up inside of me. My legs shook and he took a hold of my ankles, dragging my legs up and over his shoulders. My hips rose off the bench and my back arched. His fingers pinched my clit and the light, quick burst of pain had me crying out his name as I came again.
My eyes stayed locked onto him. I wanted to let my heavy lids fall closed but I couldn’t. For some reason, my body forced them to stay open.
Sweat glistened on his strong chest and dotted his brow.
With one last, deep thrust, his head fell back and a deep, primal growl ripped from his throat as he came.
My head dropped and since there wasn’t enough room, it hung off the edge of the bench.
My legs slid off his shoulders as he stood to his full height.
While he walked across the room to dispose of the condom, I sat up and ran my hand over my messy hair.
He walked back over, his eyes looking down into mine.
“I’m leaving?”
I knew this was his way of asking.
He’d never stayed before and I wasn’t ready for him to yet.
Still, there was something about the way he had asked that question the last few times he had been here that made me pause before I gave him a quick nod of my head.
The fact that I couldn’t simply tell him to go should have told me something.
Tonight was no different. The nod came, but only after I hesitated a beat longer than I normally did.
Unlike every other time he left, he bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips.
And maybe I didn’t hate it.
CHAPTER FIVE
Iron
I couldn’t lie, the smile wouldn’t leave my face even though I was layin’ alone in my bed.
She let me touch her.
It was a step closer to… something.
Maybe our trust was growing. Or maybe something else was. I knew better than to try and figure it out. All I could tell you was that I was damn happy at this moment, even if my back felt like it was on fire.
She hadn’t done her worst, I knew this because I knew her. She hadn’t ever given me more than I could handle, but she had toed the line. And she hadn’t ever been brutal in her play. It showed me that she knew what she was doing. And maybe that she cared, to a certain degree.
