Hot for Him

by Amy Armstrong

  After removing her dress and sitting down again, Elena squeezed her eyes shut and tried to even out her breathing. The anticipation was killing her. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was and they hadn’t even begun yet. She felt exposed sitting there naked except for her high-heeled Manolos, but she was excited too.

  Her stomach tightened as she waited for Charles to return. What was keeping him with the wine? Elena had felt tipsy after drinking the glasses of champagne in the restaurant, but the walk back to the apartment had been sobering.

  As she thought about what she’d done on the terrace, her arousal returned with a vengeance. She was aching to reach down and touch herself, but Charles had told her not to. Her rebellious streak made her want to disobey, just to see what he would do, how he would react. Would he punish her in some way? The idea made her shiver, partly from fear, but mostly from desire—a deep-rooted yearning that she’d never acted upon and likely never would have with any other man.

  When she opened her eyes, the first thing Elena saw was Charles standing in the doorway, watching her. He was leaning against the frame, sipping from his glass, his dark eyes studying her closely. A thick erection pushed out the front of his trousers, but he did nothing to hide it. Instead, his hips jutted forward in her direction as though he were proudly displaying the effect she had on him.

  “What were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice a sexy rasp.

  “You,” she replied without hesitation. “And what you’d do to me if I disobeyed your order.”

  A low rumble tore from Charles’ throat and he pushed away from the wall, crossing the room in long, even strides. “Eager to find out? It can be arranged. Open your legs for me, Elena.”

  Slowly, Elena did as instructed, baring herself to Charles. He murmured his approval then placed his wine glass on a side table. He held out the other to Elena.

  “Drink,” he instructed.

  Elena didn’t need to be told twice. She took a long gulp of the amber liquid, needing the added courage then placed the glass beside Charles’. Bent over with his hands on her knees, he ran his eyes over her body then looked down at her pussy.

  “Absolutely beautiful,” he said.

  He knelt down in front of her and just…looked. Elena could feel heat rise in her cheeks, but she couldn’t look away from Charles’ handsome face. It would be pointless trying to hide—he knew the effect he had on her and if there had been any doubt, the soaking wet pussy he was looking into was proof positive. Charles glided his hands up her thighs and pushed her legs open wider, exposing more of her pussy to him. He used his left hand to part her entrance and with the right, he trailed his fingers down her slit, before sliding one deep inside. Elena gasped, her head rolling back on her shoulders.

  Charles didn’t stop there. He added another finger and drove them in and out, fucking her deep. He used his thumb to massage her clit. The firm, sure strokes left Elena panting and desperate to be filled more completely. She wanted his cock—craved it. Soon she was pushing her hips forward, grinding into his hand as she tried to get his fingers deeper, tried to get his thumb to rub harder and bring her to release.

  “That’s it, Elena,” he purred. “Fuck my fingers.”

  Elena wondered what had happened to the talk they were supposed to have about boundaries and safewords, but Charles’ fingers sliding in and out of her body and the way he moved his thumb insistently against her clit felt too damn good. She was unable to concentrate on anything but what he was doing to her body and the response his ministrations were causing. When Charles curled his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing harder on every pass, Elena’s breathing changed, becoming shallower as the first tingling sensation of her impending orgasm began to rise within. Chasing the release, Elena moved her hips faster, harder, demanding more contact—more of everything he had to offer her.

  Charles must have realised how close Elena was to coming because he quickly withdrew his fingers and her release was halted. A cry of desperation and disappointment tore from her mouth and she reached a hand down to finish what Charles had begun. She couldn’t wait any longer—she needed this. Charles grabbed her hand and snatched it away.

  “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself? You do want to be punished, don’t you?” he drawled. There was a wicked glint in his eye as he spoke as though he was happy at the thought of having to discipline her.

  “I…”

  Charles didn’t let her finish. “Come with me,” he ordered, rising stiffly and reaching for Elena, bringing her with him.

  “What?” Elena’s heart sped up as she trailed along. “Where are we going?”

  “Each time you disobey a direct order you will be spanked. And if that fails to control you, I will think of a more suitable punishment.”

  The thought of Charles’ hands slapping her naked arse, heating it, while Elena walked that fine line between pleasure and pain sent a jolt of excitement straight to her pussy. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted that, how much it turned her on. She let Charles lead her through his apartment into his bedroom at the back. When he turned on a dimmer switch, Elena stopped just inside the door, surprised to find the bedroom much like any other. There was no dungeon or play room here, which had been her greatest fear. No benches or slings or devices that looked like they belonged in a torture chamber. Charles tugged her farther into the room and loomed over her. His face was suddenly serious, his eyes a shade darker and narrowed but still smouldering.

  “Lie on the bed, face down,” he directed, before walking to a large closet in the corner of the room and pulling open the doors. He didn’t wait to see if Elena would comply.

  With trembling limbs, she climbed onto the bed and stretched out across its length, her feet dangling off the end. She turned her head to see what Charles was doing and sucked in a sharp breath at what she saw. Inside the closet was apparently where Charles kept his ‘toys’. Whips, floggers, paddles and clamps all hung from hooks on the closet doors. Floor-to-ceiling shelves covered the space inside, filled with various paraphernalia. Elena couldn’t see or identify all the items from her vantage point, but there appeared to be articles of leather clothing, gags and lengths of rope. Her pulse raced and her breathing quickened as she took everything in.

  “Face the other way,” Charles said without looking at her.

  Elena did as he’d asked even though it was torture to turn her gaze away. Listening to the sounds of items being removed and not being able to see what they were was pure agony. Her body was taut, every nerve ending strung out. She heard Charles cross the room and was aware of him placing things on the bed beside her. Then he pulled open a drawer and rooted around inside.

  “Are you on the pill?” Charles asked throatily. “Because when I’m done with your punishment, I’m going to fuck you bare and I will be coming inside you.”

  Elena groaned and had to squeeze her legs together tightly when her pussy clenched. Then Charles’ words began to sink in. Elena couldn’t believe that the safety aspect hadn’t occurred to her. She would have willingly let him fuck her so many times tonight already. In Henry’s villa, in the limo, the restaurant terrace, and not five minutes ago on the couch. She’d been so desperate to have him inside her that asking him to wear a condom would have been the furthest thing from her mind. How incredibly stupid.

  “I’m on the pill,” she replied. “But…”

  “Here.” Charles circled the bed and bent down beside her. He thrust a piece of paper in front of her face. “Read it.”

  With a frown, Elena scanned the contents of the document. It was a doctor’s report.

  “I’m clean,” Charles said. “I test regularly and I tested again on Friday when Henry told me you’d be staying the week.”

  Elena’s mouth fell open. “You planned all this since then?”

  “Of course,” Charles replied as though she’d asked the most inane question. “You are well aware how long I’ve wanted you. Nothing was going to stand in the way of my
claiming you this week.”

  Elena tried to digest Charles’ words while he threw the paper on the bedside table and undid the buttons on his shirt before unbuckling the belt on his trousers. His possessive tone should have alarmed her but instead it further fuelled her lust.

  “I’m clean too,” Elena blurted before she could stop herself.

  Charles chuckled. “I would expect nothing less of you.”

  After taking off his trousers, Charles discarded them carelessly on the floor. His shirt was next, then his white cotton briefs. They fit perfectly around his hips and Elena was almost sorry to see them go until that beautiful cock she already had intimate knowledge of sprang out proudly, inches from her face. The tip was wet and glistening in the soft light of the room.

  Charles slid his fingers into Elena’s hair and gripped it tightly, bringing her head closer to his groin. “Suck me,” he ordered. “Take me deep.”

  Without pause, Elena closed her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked at the tip, capturing the pre-cum that was leaking and savouring it. The incredible sweet, salty taste burst over her tongue and she groaned as she moved down his thick length, taking him to the back of her throat. With a tortured-sounding cry, Charles shoved in deeper, his grip on her hair tightening almost to the point of pain.

  “That’s good, Elena,” he praised, thrusting hard and fast into her mouth. “Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.”

  Charles built up a rhythm, going deep then pulling nearly all of the way out before pushing back in again. Elena was so lost in the moment she failed to notice that Charles had let go of her hair until he’d pulled his cock out and a firm slap landed on the sensitive juncture between the top of her thigh and the bottom of her arse. It stung. Flames of heat spread from the area until her entire body felt as though it were encased in warmth. She clenched her pussy, gasping for breath, but she barely had time to inhale before Charles drove his cock into her mouth again, pressing it to the back of her throat. Elena swallowed around it, delighting in Charles’s gasp and the way his grip tightened in her hair. She loved being responsible for his pleasure and could easily see it becoming an obsession. Even though she was submitting, the fact that she was also in a position of power wasn’t lost on her. The revelation excited Elena. Charles might be in the driving seat, but his enjoyment, his contentment depended on her every bit as much as hers depended on him. She doubled her efforts, feasting on him, sucking him with renewed vigour and enthusiasm.

  Charles allowed her to suck him for another few minutes before pulling out again. She anticipated another slap, but it didn’t come. Instead, he pushed her onto her front, climbed onto the bed behind her and straddled the back of her thighs. He parted her legs then rubbed his wet cock up and down the crease, pressed gently against the walls of her pussy. Elena gripped hold of the sheets beneath her and prayed for him to push inside, to fuck her like she needed, but in place of his cock filling her, another slap landed on her arse. It was harder than the first time and caused Elena to cry out from the shock of it. Her brain was scrambled. She registered the sting and it excited her more than she’d expected.

  “Now would be a good time to tell me your safeword,” Charles said as he resumed rubbing his cock up and down her crease, pushing at her entrance but not inside, never inside.

  How the hell was she supposed to think of anything other than how desperately she wanted him inside her—how desperately she needed him? Charles pressed his cock against her clit and dragged the head of it back and forth, faster and harder. She was sure she’d lose her mind if he didn’t take her. Elena was about to come undone, her orgasm building yet again. She lifted her hips and pushed back, trying to get Charles to breach her, but he wouldn’t yield.

  “Please,” she groaned, her voice tinged with desperation.

  Another hard slap. “That isn’t a safeword, Elena.”

  She fisted the sheets and grunted, saying the first thing that came into her mind. “Henry.”

  Charles removed his cock from her clit then laughed breathlessly. “Well, that’s certainly a passion-killer.”

  “Isn’t that the point?”

  “No, it isn’t.” Even though she couldn’t see his face, Elena was sure that Charles was frowning. He moved off her thighs and knelt beside her. “A safeword does what it says on the tin. It’s to keep you safe. To stop us from crossing an emotional or physical boundary that you’re not comfortable with. It’s so that you come to no physical or psychological harm.”

  Elena turned and met Charles’ gaze, alarmed at the prospect of being hurt at such a level. Doubt began to creep back into her mind, but Charles quickly shook his head.

  “I wouldn’t let it come to that. I’m very adept at reading body signals, but the safeword is essential none the less.”

  Elena took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, I understand.”

  Amusement flickered in Charles’ eyes and his mouth curved up into the sexiest grin Elena had ever seen. “So, Henry it is,” he said wryly. “But if you forget, you may also say ‘safeword’ and I will stop at once.”

  Raking his eyes over her naked body, Charles trailed his fingers down Elena’s spine before resting his palm on the cheeks of her arse, which felt even hotter with his hand on it.

  “You pink up very nicely,” he remarked.

  The atmosphere in the room changed instantly as though Charles had flipped a switch. It became charged, alive.

  “Now lift your arms above your head and grab hold of the bedpost,” he instructed.

  Elena did as she’d been told, waiting impatiently to see what he would do next. She was aware of Charles grabbing something off the bed beside her and as she held onto the posts, she chewed her lip in anticipation. Charles secured black leather cuffs around her wrists before chaining them to the posts. Elena shuddered. Entrusting herself and her safety to this man was terrifying, but strangely erotic and freeing. Charles could do anything to her now and she would be powerless to stop him. Her feet were next. Two more cuffs were secured around her ankles, the attached chains rattling as they were somehow fastened to the corner posts on the bottom of the bed. Elena’s legs were stretched wide and she’d never felt more exposed or more helpless. It was heady, intoxicating.

  When she found her voice, she asked, “What are you going to do now?”

  A quick swat landed on her bare backside, and it smarted, reheating the area instantly. Elena moaned. Charles hadn’t used his hand that time, he had used some sort of strap. Leather maybe? A crop?

  “No questions!” he boomed.

  “But…” Another swat landed on her arse and Elena gasped when the delayed sting registered.

  “I said, no questions, understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s yes, sir. When we are playing you are always to address me as sir, understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Charles swatted her again and Elena gasped out the, “Yes, sir,” that was required of her.

  “Good. That’s very good, Elena.”

  Her name sounded like a benediction and Elena wanted to hear him say it again and again. In fact, Charles’ tone often held a kind of reverence when he addressed her and the cadence to his voice had always made her want to melt. She didn’t know if she preferred the soft, gentle lilt or the stern, more dominant tone. Both were equally hot. Elena waited for another swat, but instead, Charles smoothed the palm of his hand over the heated globes of her arse.

  “Perfection,” he murmured, so quietly, Elena wondered if he had spoken at all.

  When Charles smoothed his fingers between her legs, skimming over her folds and barely touching her swollen clit, Elena whimpered and gripped the bed posts tighter, praying for an end to the exhilarating torture.

  “Oh, God, please,” she moaned.

  Charles chuckled. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, are you, Elena?”

  “No,” she agreed quietly.

  The next thwap that landed on her buttocks was made with s
omething harder and wider. A paddle?

  “No, what?” Charles asked.

  “No, sir!” she all but shouted.

  “That’s better.”

  Elena’s entire body was beginning to shake from the sweet, stinging heat and numbness which radiated from her backside. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on all the sensations. Her nipples were so hard and hypersensitive that the soft cotton sheets rubbing against them felt almost rough and made them harden more. Her pussy was incredibly wet and felt so empty. Charles was silent behind her which made the anticipation worse. What was he going to do next? Her internal question was answered at once. The flick to her clitoris by what could only have been the riding crop was sudden and unexpected. Elena let out a high-pitched yelp as the sensations ricocheted from her clit to the rest of her body. She loosened her grip on the bedposts as her hands began to shake. Every inch of her body was suffused with heat and she could feel the sweat trickling down her shoulder blades.

  “You like that, Elena?”

  “Yes, sir.” Elena hated the way her voice shook, but she was powerless to prevent it.

  “You want more?” Charles asked.

  She was about to reply when another strike came, stealing her breath. This time it was followed by something wet and soft.

  “Oh God, yes!” Elena shouted as Charles flicked his tongue over her clit then licked his way to her entrance. She tried to lift her hips to get closer, but it was a difficult thing to accomplish with her arms and feet shackled.

  “Damn, you taste good,” Charles said before plunging his tongue inside her. He thrust it in and out torturously slowly before returning it the place that she craved it most. Elena’s jaw tensed when the familiar tingling sensation began and she prayed that this time, finally, Charles would let her come.