by E. M. Gayle
Somehow, some way, I never wanted to forget this part of him. My chest constricted. Saying no to him was going to be impossible. Hell, who was I kidding? No matter how much or how little we knew about each other, somehow he already owned me.
Which meant I needed to tell him the truth about me sooner rather than later before things got out of hand and I lost myself in his control.
Isn’t that exactly what you want though?
But at what expense?
Alex reached for my hands and pulled me onto his lap. His face nuzzled at my neck. “I’ve missed you.”
“I didn’t expect to see you again after the other night.”
“Only because you refused my calls, kitten. I had every intention of pursuing more with you.” He scraped his teeth along my tender skin while he fumbled with something in the pocket of his seat.
“I brought these for you.”
I turned and looked. He held the same leather cuffs he’d used on me at the Glass Kat. My inner muscles clenched. I licked my lips. He wasn’t playing fair at all.
“Don’t want them?”
I shouldn’t. I nodded anyway. I really did.
He smiled and proceeded to wrap them around my wrists until they locked into place. Now what? I wondered.
“Why did you hide from me?” The hard expression on his face demanded an honest answer.
I took another deep breath to steady my racing pulse. “I was afraid. The more time I spend with you the less I want to walk away. But I can’t be the kind of woman you need, Alex. No matter how much I want to.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? We haven’t even had that conversation yet, so how do you know what I need. Besides, why would I want to force you to do something you don’t like?”
“Because I did like it,” I whispered, my throat aching from admitting the truth. The urge to crawl out of his lap and huddle in the corner fought with the desire to burrow closer into his warmth.
“You aren’t making any sense, Harper. How about we start with what you’re afraid of and go from there?”
I stared blankly at him. The words on the tip of my tongue refusing to form.
Alex sighed. “We aren’t going to get very far if you aren’t going to talk to me. Didn’t we already go over this? You have to be honest and tell me what it is you want.”
“It’s the fantasy, Alex. The incredible night of pleasure you and Jeremy treated me to. It was more than I could have dreamed.”
“I agree. Which is why I insisted on seeing you again.”
“But that—what we did that night—it was a one-time thing for me. While I have no regrets, I’m not ready for that kind of relationship. I don’t think I’ll ever be.”
Alex stiffened. The space in the limousine grew painfully quiet except for the telltale signs of the road outside. “You aren’t interested in a sexual relationship with me?” His voice rang with disbelief.
I shook my head frantically. “No, no that’s not what I meant. I mean like that night with you and Jeremy. I don’t think I could handle the two of you.”
“What about just one? Me in particular. Do you want to see me again?”
“Of course I do, but—”
“Stop right there. Enough buts.” His arm wrapped around my waist and pressed me into his hard body. “I am going to enjoy putting you on your knees for your assumptions when it comes to my needs. In fact, you are right now in serious need of some discipline.”
The hard rumble of his dominant voice did not hide the slight tremor I felt coming from him. For the first time, despite some of the things he’d said before, I got a true inkling of how serious he was about pursuing a relationship with me.
“I’m afraid if we let things continue, I’ll want more than just fun and games from you. I’ll get attached.” Again, who was I kidding? He’d have to be a fool not to see how much I cared already.
“When it comes to you, kitten, this is not a game. Don’t ask me to explain why yet though, because I don’t really understand it. We’re going to have to discover what this is between us together. Just you and me.”
Still feeling a little frozen in shock, I forced out another question. “What now then?” I still wasn’t comprehending what he wanted.
“I want you to submit your sexual pleasure to me. Just me. How far we’ll go is the journey I relish.”
“But—what about Jeremy? I thought you two were really close.”
“We are. But Jeremy can find his own woman. He’s not touching mine again.”
His possessive tone should have made me balk, but it didn’t. Instead his use of the word mine sent a shiver racing down my spine.
“Yours?” I asked, the question a little too breathless.
“Fuck yes. Mine. Should I spell out what that means?”
He didn’t have to because I could see it in his eyes. He was in total control.
“It’s not going to be easy. I have a lot to learn. Not to mention I get cranky.”
Alex laughed. “And stubborn too.” He pinched my thigh, grabbing my attention. “But we’ll work through it and I’ll spank you when I think you need it.”
I couldn’t help it, but I grew wetter every time he spoke to me in that deep voice I suspected came from a dark place. It made me all shivery. When his hand moved between my thighs, I groaned.
First he stroked me through the thin panties I wore but he quickly changed tactics and slipped his fingers underneath them. With the first touch of skin against clit my eyes slid closed and a low keening noise rumbled in my throat.
“You sure know how to sweet talk a girl,” I murmured. My doubts and denials crumbled in the face of the building release.
“I like watching you fall apart in my arms, Harper.” He pushed two thick fingers inside me.
I grabbed the handle in front of me, so lost in the myriad of sensations he worked me with. So out of touch with anything other than him playing my body like a musical instrument I nearly slipped to the ground when he shifted.
“I’m taking you home so I can properly give us both what we need tonight. Do you want to argue some more about that too?”
“No.” I gulped for a breath. I had complete faith that with him I’d be safe. He’d gone to great lengths to give me all the necessary safeguards from the very beginning. Alone in his home didn’t change anything. After I’d finally learned his name, I’d checked into him. Out of curiosity of course.
He lived a high-profile life in his wealthy circle. He’d also recently been hailed as a real estate genius and had the bank portfolio to prove it. The money mattered little to me other than the niggling in the back of my mind that I didn’t have the first clue how to be a girlfriend to a man of his stature. Or if I could even afford to.
There was a big difference between the affluence of my past and the gross wealth of Alex and his family.
And I needed to stay out of the spotlight…
“You’re thinking too hard again. Stop worrying. Not only does it make you screw up your face in the most unattractive way, it tells me that I need to work harder.” To that end he pushed on my shoulders until I dropped to my knees.
With my face at crotch level it was impossible to miss the hard-on he sported. My belly fluttered. He had an answer so far for every excuse I’d provided. In fact I believed that he’d keep calling me on them too. I liked that about him—a lot.
I had learned the hard way through lots of experience that I had to keep pushing myself no matter what life threw at me. Having a man at my side who wanted to push me out of my comfort zones for all the right reasons did not sound bad at all.
I reached for his belt with the intention of sucking his dick. My mouth watered from simply imagining his taste in my mouth again. He caught my hand, bringing it to his thigh and holding it there until the car came to a stop.
“Where are we?” We hadn’t gone very far.
“My building. Enough questions for now.” He brushed the hair from my eyes before he cupped my chin a
nd forced my gaze to his.
He picked up the flower box holding the crop and pushed it in my hands. “I’m not even going to ask why you brought this with you tonight. I have a feeling the answer would piss me off.”
I bit my lip. What a fool I’d been.
“But I am glad to have it for tonight. We’ve yet to properly break it in.” I caught a hint of a smile before he turned serious again. “First, this.” He held up a black silk blindfold that looked eerily similar to the one I’d worn on Valentine’s Day.
I shook my head. I wanted to see him this time. Know for certain it was him.
“Don’t trust me not to push you too far again?”
“Again? But you didn’t—”
He closed his hand over my mouth. “I did say we are done talking. The only word you aren’t forbidden from is your safeword. Do you understand?”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. I kept forgetting that if he asked me to do something I couldn’t handle we had a safeguard in place. It was seriously going to take me a while to adjust.
I remained still as he tied the fabric at the back of my head, effectively cutting off my ability to see anything around me. I then allowed him to help me from the car. God, wouldn’t there be someone on the street or in the lobby who would wonder why he led a blindfolded woman into his building or had he done it so many times no one thought twice about it?
He steered me to a sharp right. “We’ve got to go up the elevator.”
Of course we did. Probably straight to some opulent over the top penthouse. The doors slid shut and my stomach lurched when the elevator car shot skyward.
“When the doors open you will take twelve steps forward and stop. You will then proceed to remove all of your clothing. Do not remove the blindfold.”
Crap. Was I supposed to say something or did that whole forbidden to talk still apply? Then it dawned on me the only two words I could likely get away with in this situation.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice both breathless and shaky.
He kissed my cheek. “I love the way the word Sir rolls off your tongue. I’ll look forward to trying out Master when you’re ready.”
I shivered. Master sounded scary. And a little over the top.
Before I could get too wrapped up in my thoughts, the elevator dinged and the doors opened on a hushed glide. It was go time. Now or never, right? I took two cautious steps forward, making sure I didn’t trip on my way out. Keeping his directions centered in my thoughts, I counted out ten more steps and halted. I strained to hear a sign that Alex still stood next to me and heard nothing.
He could be gone or he could have delivered me to someone else for all I knew.
I gave my head a slight shake. No. He wanted me and he’d understood my concerns. I had no reason to believe he would be anything other than gracious with my safety and well being.
I also knew full well he watched from somewhere close by waiting to see if I would follow his explicit directions.
I would.
Because I wanted nothing more.
I set the box down on the floor next to my feet and removed all of clothing in record time. Only taking enough care to stack them neatly next to where I stood. A subtle sweep of my arms found no furniture nearby. I sure hoped his apartment was how I’d visualized and that the elevator opened directly into his apartment and not an open lobby. I’d had enough with exhibitionism for quite a while.
I needed just one man now.
The man.
I’d barely straightened to a solid standing position when he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, clicking metal fasteners of the cuffs decisively together.
“On your knees, kitten.”
I loved the nickname he had given me the night we met. It was the kind of name that made me feel soft and pliable. Not to mention cared for. I knew it was meant as one more cog in his wheel of control, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t like it.
I had no idea what to expect when he pushed me forward, but I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I was bent at the waist with my torso pressed into my knees, my forehead touching the thick carpeting.
“Spread your knees a little.” He nudged my legs apart with his foot.
I heard rustling beside me and recognized the sounds of him opening the box and pulling the tissue paper from around the crop.
“You’ve been a handful these last few days…” I flinched at the touch of the leather rose on my ass.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered around the lump forming in my throat. Already the flesh between my thighs grew wet. Although considering how things had ended up I didn’t exactly regret my behavior. I smiled unseen. In fact, so far they’d far exceeded expectations.
“Uh huh. Why do I think you don’t feel an ounce of remorse over your actions?” He sighed and flicked the rose back and forth across my backside. “You had no problem denying me of your attention, not returning my phone calls or second guessing pretty much everything I’ve said since we met.”
“I was scared,” I exclaimed.
“Not to mention the mouth on you. There’s only one thing left to do.”
A stab of fear sliced through me before quickly dissipating. There I went making assumptions again when the answer lie in the very position I found myself in. “I should be punished, Sir.” The idea did not make me cringe. Maybe it was the implied orgasms that I knew would come after. Either way, I wanted this.”
“Yes, you should.” He whapped the flogger across my ass, sending fire sizzling across my flesh. I moaned, unable to hold it in. The anticipation of our future broke quickly through the pain giving me more pleasure than ever before.
“You love this, don’t you, girl?”
“Yes,” I moaned, just in time for the next strike across my warming skin.
“Although it will be a hell of a lot better when you’re screaming.” That was the only hint I got at the force he used when he brought down the leather on my rear again.
My surprised screech echoed in the space of his apartment.
“You won’t get away with hiding from me ever again,” he growled as a series of blows covered every inch of my flaming ass and lower back. “You’ll look at these marks in the mirror in the morning and thank me all over again.”
I believed him too. My pussy dripped with the proof of how turned on I’d become and the pressure building in my core threatened to override all common sense. More streaking pain washed over me as he continued a steady stream of alternating touches. Some sweetly soft and some fucking hard.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed. My legs and arms trembled from the force of need running through me. I desperately wanted to wait for his instruction but much more of this and I’d lose all control. My clit throbbed for attention. Pleasure buzzed through me.
Time stopped and my brain went fuzzy as Alex continued to use the innocent looking leather rose to inflict my punishment far beyond anything I’d experienced before. Tears formed in my eyes when his hand replaced the crop and instead of striking me he soothed my sore bottom with gentle rubs. That subtle sign of his reverence tore at the last of my heart’s defenses.
There would be no way to keep him out.
It was too late.
“The worst part of the last few days was not seeing you, Harper. I won’t let you deny me like that again. It bears repeating over and over until you truly understand.”
“Why me?” I managed through a barrage of tears and sniffles.
“If I only knew. But it doesn’t matter. Call it lust, call it chemistry, whatever. I crave you, baby.”
I floated on the river of his incredible words. My ass burned. It hurt but the underlying pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. I literally had no words to describe the extreme arousal holding me in a near death like grip.
Alex unclipped the latches holding my wrist cuffs together and eased my arms to my side, taking care to rub the sore muscles before I used them. I relished every delicious ache he touched, especially the one between
my legs. But I needed him to do something about it.
“Turn and kneel facing me,” he commanded.
I winced at the ache the first time I put my weight on my arms. I didn’t want to think about how I’d feel when I had to sit on my sore ass. Good thing I had a job that kept me on my feet.
I moved into the position he wanted, taking care to rest my head close to where he stood. I needed to please him. Something I was sure of clear to my bones. The fuzz in my head thickened with every pulsing throb of my clit. I also desperately needed to be fucked by him.
“I can’t begin to tell you how much you’ve pleased me tonight. You were scared but you eventually listened. You needed to be punished and you knelt without a squeak.” He squatted next to me until his lips brushed my neck and ear. “Right now though, I really
need to fuck what’s mine.” He dipped a finger into my soaked pussy.
I released a low thin wail at the streak of pleasure the friction caused. “Yes, Alex. Please, Sir. I need it so bad.”
“You need what? You should never be embarrassed or uncomfortable about telling me what it is you need. There’s no guarantee that I’ll give it to you exactly in the manner you think, but I’d never chastise you for your honesty. Ever.”
He fucked me with his finger, nice and slow. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to whatever he wanted. I’d give him whatever he needed. It wasn’t easy, but I was beginning to realize that whatever I gave him he gave back tenfold.
He blanketed my body with his and aligned his covered cock to my opening. He lifted his wet fingers to my mouth and hooked them inside. I tasted myself and greedily licked his fingers for more. The broad crown of his cock stretched me to the brink as he pushed inside, filling me.
“Yes!” I cried. “Please, oh God. Yes, please, Alex,” I shrieked around his thick fingers. The tears I’d tried to staunch now flowed freely down my cheeks. With his dick plowing me and his hand grabbing me by the mouth I felt totally and utterly controlled by him. Somehow after everything I’d been through I found myself in the exact position I’d always dreamed of.
