by E. M. Gayle
“I don’t even know your name,” I objected.
A warm chuckle caressed my ear. “I guess we could start with at least a few of the mundane details before I’m buried balls deep inside you. Although I don’t think it’s necessary. Knowing my name isn’t going to change the outcome of tonight now, is it?”
My stomach jolted at the brash words reverberating through my brain as my body began to pulse with need. Little did he know I had a secret weakness for a man who talked dirty. His question on the other hand. Holy shit. I didn’t know what to do with that. If I didn’t know his name would I still proceed? Talk about the million dollar question.
“I obviously already know your name is Harper Allison and where you work,” he continued. “As for me. The only name I want to hear from your lips tonight is ‘Sir’. Is that going to be a problem?”
Chapter Four
Alex
Alex struggled with the heat and scent from Harper’s skin. She smelled like cake and looked like sin. The dress she’d chosen to wear skimmed her body to perfection and made his fingers itch to divest her of all clothing. The first time he’d seen her she’d been dressed in a pink and black uniform consisting of a form fitting skirt and a blouse with a cupcake embroidered above her breast. The skirt had hugged her curvy ass so perfectly he’d spent the last week fantasizing about yanking its long length over her hips, pulling her panties down and spanking her until she shuddered underneath him.
Fortunately for him, his best friend Jeremy had witnessed his reaction to her and helped him cook up this crazy night of pleasure for her. He’d also recognized her from the dessert restaurant she ran and filled him in on a few sparse details about her life. It wasn’t his intention to get involved with her at all. He’d come to the Kat that night with a plan to piss off his family in a very public way.
But the captivated longing that resided on her face during the ménage scene captured his attention and haunted him ever since. He’d been around the club long enough to recognize need when he saw it. So he’d set a plan in motion to be the man who’d offer her everything she desired and then some. Sure, it had been risky, she could have thrown his brash invitation in the garbage and he’d have been going home tonight with the bluest fucking balls. But when in his life had he ever taken the easy road?
He didn’t understand how or why, but she’d gotten under his skin and nothing short of her complete submission to both their desires was going to work for him now.
He stood back to admire her stature. The combination of black leather on her wrists with the sexy red vintage dress, made her look straight out of an old fashioned burlesque show. Very hot. Her midnight black hair fell halfway down her back and he couldn’t wait to twist a hand in those silky strands, pull her head back and watch her neck arch in his direction as he fucked her from behind.
But from this view it was the long, shapely legs that drew his eye. Along with images of where he’d like them wrapped. Around his waist specifically as he plunged into her.
Fuck, he had it bad and now stood grateful as hell she’d accepted his invitation.
He’d actually been surprised she’d come. Her strong spine and desire to be here humbled him. Alex stifled the hope he’d found something special in Harper and the consequences that might create. Variety might be called the spice of life, but he longed for someone to experiment with. Someone who would let him get further than he ever had before.
It was far too soon to go there with this one.
Although he planned to shove her outside any normal comfort zone from the beginning. He had to know if she had it in her. He suspected she did. Call it a hunch. Or a sixth sense. He’d recognized something in her and it reached for that something in him.
He inched closer until their bodies practically touched. He brushed his fingers through the fringe of her skirt and teased the soft skin of her thighs.
A quiet moan slipped from her mouth. If he’d not been paying attention he might have missed it. Later he’d make sure she screamed so there’d be no mistaking her pleasure.
He wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her against his frame. Her normal height plus the heels she wore aligned her bottom perfectly against the hard ridge of his erection.
“I have every intention of giving you pleasure tonight, Harper Allison, but there are a few more things we need to be clear on.” He breathed through her hair, inhaling more of her delicious scent with every breath. He’d also purposely repeated her name. It reinforced the power dynamic that he knew everything about her and she nothing about him.
His stomach clenched with the thrill of that knowledge.
He moved his hand from her curved stomach to her right breast until he found the taut nipple he sought through the thin fabric. It pleased him immensely that she’d forgone a bra. They might look pretty for a minute, but he preferred full access to whatever he wanted.
He pinched the erect bud just to the point of pain, testing her. “I believe pain and pleasure complement each other naturally, so you can expect to feel both tonight.”
Her head lolled back and landed against his chest with a quiet thud. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not a sadist but I do love pushing limits. I will find yours and exceed them.”
Oh he would find them all right.
Alex fought back a satisfied smile when he detected her breathing had grown harsh. “Anytime you are commanded tonight, I expect your full compliance, is that understood?”
“But—”
“Patience, kitten,” he said, cutting her off. “Let me finish. You’ve been given a safeword and I damn well expect you to use it if you need to. It doesn’t mean you’re weak or inferior as a submissive and it certainly doesn’t mean you won’t be wanted anymore. If you use it, then tonight’s scene simply ends and I take you home. What happens after that is still negotiable. Understand?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Good. Tonight, you will be mine to use as I wish. You are here at my pleasure and it will please me to watch you come over and over again.” He allowed a fraction of the possessiveness gripping his balls to slip free with his statement. How he could feel this way about a woman he’d just officially met made very little sense to him. His analytical brain wanted to pick the reasons apart and argue in his defense, but the caveman in him won this round. She would be his.
With an easy twist of his hands he turned Harper around and nestled her close. Lush red lips stood stark against the cream of her face and the black blindfold still covering her eyes. In a different time or place he’d relish wining and dining her. Seducing her into his bed so he could bury his mouth between her lush legs and then finish them both off with a hard fucking the likes of which she’d never experienced.
He didn’t doubt she’d be delicious in any setting, but from the moment he’d seen her hands grip the back of a chair until they’d turned white while she watched a flogging, he’d craved something more from her.
The taste of her submission would serve as the ultimate aphrodisiac for them both. Maybe later there would be time for them to sit down and get to know each other. Maybe not. For now though, the club was the perfect backdrop for tonight’s test.
“An encounter like this requires a great deal of trust, wouldn’t you say?”
She nodded.
“I’m asking for yours before I’ve completely earned it. In return I will show some in you.” He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and wrapped it around her ear. Shock at the simple touch coursed through him. She truly was all soft skin and beautiful curves. Not to mention the pretty compliance shining in her eyes. “Tonight I intend to trust that you’ll be honest with me. Whenever I ask you a question, I will be counting on you to tell me the truth. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her words coming out breathless.
Alex edged closer until their heads were mere inches apart. He focused on the shape
and color of her lips. Imagined the divine feel
of them all over his body. Tension coiled deep in his gut at the many images flashing through his mind. The first tremor from Harper’s body dragged him out of his head and back to her. He liked hearing “Sir” come out of her mouth. He’d bet she had no idea when she spoke the word it came out on a whisper of harsh need.
A need mirrored in his own thoughts.
He was back to focusing on her lips again. The plump bottom lip that formed the slightest pout all on its own. The light pink tip of her tongue that periodically poked out to touch her lip…
“Tell me why you decided to come here, kitten.”
She hesitated in answering. So long he could practically hear the gears turning in her mind as she tried to find the right words to voice her desires without giving too much away to someone she didn’t know from Adam. It was an age-old dance and one he wished they didn’t have to go through.
“Fantasy,” she blurted. “I—uh—I mean this club, it’s the kind of place that fantasies are made of.”
“Hmm…” He didn’t necessarily disagree. The Glass Kat was known well for their fantasy fulfillment…
He trailed his fingers along the curve of her neck and across her collarbone. The skinny straps holding up her dress were no match for a man of his tastes. He banked the urge to rip them away and instead continued a path across her skin to the dip that led to the cleavage the dress had been designed to enhance.
The silk provided little barrier against his probing touch. Harper’s lips parted on a sigh when he circled her hardened nipples. They reminded him of small pebbles the more he stroked them. Through the flimsy fabric he pinched the tips, elongating them between his fingers. She gasped, her back arched, pushing her breasts fully into his hands.
Alex smiled. How could he not when she’d made this so easy for him?
He released her and she moaned in protest, clearly hoping for more. Immediately, he reached for her again, this time applying twice as much pressure as before. Her mouth gaped in surprise. This time he pulled and twisted until she writhed against him. Her harsh breaths mingled with his, an obvious sign of the pleasure she derived from the mixture of pain and pleasure he applied. Every hope he’d harbored about her willingness and likely response was coming to fruition. Time to step up the game.
“I love how easily you respond.”
She jerked a few inches away and color flooded her cheeks. Her arms flew up in a half attempt to push him away.
He gripped her nipples tighter. “No, don’t be ashamed. That was meant as a compliment not an insult. You are almost more than I’d dared hope for.” He squeezed a fraction harder. “Tonight is going to be a delightful experience, my little kitten. So feel free to scratch, but be careful where you bite. I do bite back.”
She whimpered a second before he released her. The flushed rose of her skin and the light sheen of sweat at the edge of her hair pleased him to no end. She’d gotten more aroused the further he pushed. He ached to lift her skirt and dip his fingers in her cunt. Although he didn’t need a test to know he’d find her dripping wet for him. He did however, desire a taste.
His cock jumped in his pants at the thought. Already his imagination fired on overload with images of his face buried between her legs or thrusting between her thighs while she milked him of his release. Any of the above would do.
When the muscles of her shoulder relaxed, he pulled her into his arms once again. Without giving her a chance to say a word he covered her mouth with his, taking the kiss he desperately needed. He drank in the taste and texture of her mouth on an inward groan.
Everything about her was so damned sweet. Her tongue tentatively met his when he thrust beyond her lips to the warm recess of her mouth. Alex put everything he felt into the kiss. The instant rush of lust he’d experienced the first time he’d seen her to the moment he’d seen her enter the club tonight on the security screens. Needing to be inside her so bad he nearly ached with it, he wrapped his arms around her and cupped the globes of her curvy ass.
Silky hair brushed his neck and he groaned in response. It would be so easy to change his plans and allow himself to get lost in her tonight—alone. Alex wrenched his mouth free and stared down at her upturned face. The blindfold hid her eyes but he didn’t need them to see what he needed to see. Her breath came in pants, her hands had gripped his biceps with the grip of death the moment their mouths had met. She wanted this. The fantasy she’d called it. And he would give it to her, hook, line and sinker.
Alone it would be too tempting to unleash his control with her. She already tempted him even more than he’d expected. No, he’d definitely made the right call.
“Are you ready for the rest of your fantasy then?”
He watched her lips part, the slight nod of her head. “Yes, Sir.” Her breathy answer pulled at his resolve.
Alex straightened his spine and tamped the soft side of the man who wanted her all to himself down. The Dominant needed to come out to play and it was now or never with her. “You sure about that?”
He slid his hand underneath her dress and cupped her bare mound. A wave of hot moisture seared his hand, threatening his sanity. It annoyed him that she’d gotten so effectively under his skin. She was going to be even more trouble to his life than he’d thought.
“So if I do this you’re not going to try and run away?”
He pushed his fingers through her slick folds and toyed with her clit.
Her shocked gasp sounded close to his ear but her fingers tightened on his arms a moment before she pushed out a no.
Her wet skin and mewling responses beckoned him to her opening where he teased her mercilessly by rimming it a few times before thrusting inside. With the heel of his hand he massaged her clit, while the two fingers embedded inside sought the bundle of nerves guaranteed to send her over the edge.
Dear God this woman had a hold on him. With his left hand he grasped her ass and pulled her tight. His hard-as-a-fucking-rock dick dug into her hips, seeking relief. It took every ounce of self-control not to lift her legs and impale her right then and there. Everything about her called to him on such a primal level that if he did unleash his control there’d be no stopping for a very long time. Not even her safeword could save her then. That’s the mindfuck he had going and it unsettled him.
As if on cue, Harper’s channel clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for release. He dipped forward and nipped the edge of her neck with his teeth. When her rough breaths against his neck signaled an orgasm, Alex pulled himself free and took two steps away, giving them some desperately needed space.
“Sir,” she gasped.
“As much as I enjoy the breathy sound of respect falling from your lips, there will be no coming until I say so.”
A slight frown formed on her face and a red blush crept up her neck. He’d bet money that she was debating whether to tell him off or plead with him for more. He smiled at her petulance before brushing a quick kiss across her lips. He raised his hands and touched her nipples through her dress once more. He imagined them bared and clamped and then later, raw and tender from his attention.
He wanted to see her like that. So aroused she cried for more of his attention. Maybe even some tears dripping down her cheeks as she begged. Then and only then would she be ready for the explosive orgasms he had planned for her.
Yes, he was that kind of bastard. But above that, he believed in pleasure and every broken gasp and shed tear made it that much more intense.
And if it was that good, and it would be, she’d beg for even more.
She tried to move closer and Alex squeezed her nipples so tight she fought for breath let alone movement. “No.”
“Sir…”
He closed his eyes at the soft word spoken from her lips, savoring the sound. Moments later her spine straightened and he looped her arm in his and led them toward the playroom.
“You have much to learn, little one, but first…” He opened the door for her and ushered her inside. “I have a surprise for you.”
Harper
My insides trembled with the force of effort it took for me to stay calm under the onslaught of such dire need. Never in my life had I been brought to the brink so quickly and then denied. The result had been almost painful. My body still ached in complaint.
Him leaving me like this frustrated the hell out of me and I’d come close more than once to ripping off the blindfold so I could see him. Not being able to watch his face or read his body language left me more vulnerable than I’d ever imagined. I had no idea what to expect and my fight or flight response had revved into high gear.
Alex stopped me. “Harper, are you all right?”
“I’m scared.” I hated to admit it but damn it, this was so far outside my comfort zone I didn’t know which way was up.
“Good. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. Just remember what I said before. You have a safeword if you need it.” He rested an assuring hand along the curve of my spine.
I nodded, keeping any other thoughts to myself for now.
“Good. Let’s get started.” The heat of his touch on my back disappeared only to appear elsewhere.
Warm hands caressed my hips and thighs, traveling slowly down my legs to the strappy heels I’d chosen to wear.
“Sexy shoes.”
My body jerked.
What the hell?
That was not the same man’s voice.
“Sir?” My heart raced during the seconds that ticked by as I waited for someone to answer me.
“I’m here, kitten,” he whispered in my ear, his hands landing on my shoulders. While the other set of hands worked the fastenings of my shoes.
“What—what’s going on?” As the fear inside me rose exponentially, I pulled at the bindings holding my hands behind my back to no avail. “Untie my hands,” I demanded.
“What happens tonight is not up to you, Harper. We talked about this. If you can’t go through with it then you know what to do. Otherwise your only job is to obey.
