Wild Rush: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophie Brooks

  Pressing his shoulder against my thigh, he plunged his hand between my legs, pushing two fingers deep inside me. I cried out as he pumped his fingers, hard and fast. His thumb found my clit and in less than a minute, I sailed over the edge, exploding around him, my bound wrists waving in the air, my head flailing from side to side.

  Justin’s fingers slowed but didn't stop as I gasped for air, trying to survive the onslaught of sensations. Finally, as one aftershock after another hit, I managed to mouth the word ‘please’ and his hand stilled.

  I was vaguely aware of him getting up. I closed my legs and curled up on my side, still panting, still trying to come down from one of the most amazing orgasms of my life. Drawing in one ragged breath at a time, I barely noticed my boyfriend, my dom tugging at my wrists, stretching them over my head.

  I rested my cheek on the sheet, still winded and still experiencing little spams of sensation at my center. Strong hands lifted and repositioned my hips. Then Justin climbed onto the bed next to me.

  Laying down beside me, he ran his hand lightly across my back. Shivers radiated out from his skillful fingertips. Up and down his hands went, rubbing my heated skin gently. I’d always loved Justin’s normally vigorous back rubs, but this one, so soft and light, felt perfect for my overly sensitized skin.

  It felt so good that I closed my eyes and all but purred. Strong fingers traced up and down my skin in long, smooth strokes. Despite being tied up, I might have fallen into a blissful sleep, but then Justin spoke.

  “How are you doing, babe?”

  “Good,” I whispered. “Really good.” Then my eyes flew open. I’d had two incredible orgasms, and he hadn’t even gotten fully undressed yet. I was being a bad girlfriend. Instinctively, I tried to reach for him, but my hands were tied to the headboard.

  “What is it?” he asked, still using a firm but soft voice.

  “You made me feel so good. I want to make you feel that good, too.”

  His dark eyes twinkled and he smiled. “You do make me feel good. Everyday. And I appreciate your intent, but right now, that’s not your job. It’s my job, my decision what we do next.”

  His words were gentle, but they felt a little like a reprimand to me. “I only wanted to help you.”

  “I know,” he said with a smile. “But that’s part of the beauty of being a sub. You don’t have to take the initiative. The dom acts, the sub reacts.”

  I thought about that for a moment. Justin was almost always the one who initiated sex. Or, well… lots of times, it was just expected. Whenever I stayed the night here, we’d have dinner, maybe watch a movie or something, and then retire to his bedroom and have sex before bed.

  But the times—and there hadn’t been many—when I’d been in the mood and Justin hadn’t seemed to be, I’d been hesitant to start something. Usually, I did little things like brush against him or touch his arm. But the thought of initiating sex seemed too forward.

  Now, in this BDSM mode, it felt kind of nice to know that I wasn’t responsible for how things turned out. I wanted to please him and make him come, but I wasn’t very comfortable taking the lead. It was weird that while that made me feel like a wimp and a bad girlfriend in the vanilla world, it was a virtue here.

  “I see, Sir,” I said, and Justin looked pleased at my form of address. “But I still want you to enjoy yourself tonight.”

  “I am,” he said, and the fingers making circles on my back dipped lower, crossing the small of my back, and then zigzagging their way down. The sudden touch on my ass made me twist in response. Lower and lower his hand went, lightly tracing along my skin, only this time it tickled a little. My cheeks were definitely more sensitive than my back.

  As my hips began to grind in little circles, I realized that there was a pillow under them. He must have done that after he tied my wrists to the headboard.

  Justin’s hand stilled and he squeezed lightly. “Are you ready, babe?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said. That response was rolling off my lips more easily every time. Wait—ready for what, I wondered through my post-orgasmic haze.

  His hand came down, hard. I yelped in surprise. “That’s seventeen,” he whispered and bit gently on my earlobe. The next one came before I could tense up, and again, it hurt. But… it was a different kind of hurt than before my orgasm. The skin on my backside was more sensitive, yes, but it was also a different kind of sensitivity. It was like each smack connected directly to my clit.

  Plus… well, being tied up made it all the more intense. It made me feel more at his mercy, which could’ve been a scary feeling but somehow was not. I flashed back to his speech about all the things he could do to me while I was tied up, and I felt myself get aroused again.

  Justin was now massaging my backside, and I knew he could feel my hips trying to grind into the pillow. “I’m beginning to think you like this,” he murmured next to my ear.

  The next two spanks hit me low, more at the top of the backs of my thighs than on my actual cheeks. As I moaned in response, I shifted, pushing my ass up against the hand that was now rubbing again.

  Justin chuckled. “I told you. You can’t hide anything from me when you submit to me. I know how much this is turning you on.” He sat up and slid his hand under my abdomen, lifting me as he eased the pillow out from under me. Without giving me a chance to react, he pushed my knees forward, lifting my stomach even more.

  My knees were under me, my head, shoulders, and arms were down, and my ass was up in the air. Oh god… I’d never felt this exposed before. It was like doggie style only more humiliating since my head was down.

  For the first time all night, I briefly considered using the safeword, but before I could gather my thoughts to recall what it was, Justin growled in my ear. “That last one was twenty. Count the rest.”

  His hand came down, hard.

  “Twenty-one,” I yelped, squirming after the sharp sting. But my cry quickly turned into a moan as one of Justin’s long fingers ran up and down my very slippery slit.

  For a few blissful moments I let that sensation wash over me. Then his hand left and I braced myself. “Twenty-two,” I cried out, but before I could finish saying it, his fingers were on my clit.

  I squirmed again. I was too sensitive there after coming hard twice, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop. Pressing against his hand, I ground myself against him as much as I could.

  To my surprise, another orgasm was building deep inside me. I’d never come three times before, but it was there, still in the distance but moving closer.

  Justin seemed to sense this because he kept flicking his finger back and forth against my clit, longer than I expected him to. When he finally moved his hand, I moaned with the loss of contact. But I knew this was the last spanking, and I was dying to know what would happen next.

  The last spank made an unexpectedly loud smacking sound. “Twenty-three!” I gasped. The strike had been right in the center of my ass, and I could feel my wetness on his fingers as he rubbed at that tender spot.

  Not sure whether I was relieved or disappointed it was over, I moved my hips in little circles, wishing I had some part of him to grind on. Well, not just any part. I knew what part I wanted.

  When he moved his hand away, I unconsciously spread my legs a little farther apart. I turned my head as much as I could, but I couldn’t see him very well since he was kneeling over me. “Please, Justin—” I began, wanting, needing him to take me. But my plea was cut off by his large hand hitting my flesh one last time, this time low on my cheeks, catching a bit of my labia as well.

  I cried out. “Twenty-four,” I managed, confused but still trying to be a good sub.

  He laughed, though his voice was thick with need as well. “Not twenty-four,” he said. “That was one to grow on.”

  Oh. I’d forgotten about that. But it didn’t matter now. “Please, Justin… please, I know you said it’s not submissive, but I need you so bad.”

  “It’s not submissive to tell me what
to do. But you’re allowed to ask,” he said, already kicking off his pants. “And you’re allowed to beg,” he said, moving between my spread legs. He blew cool air over my red hot backside, sending shivers up and down my spine.

  “Please, Justin. I mean, please, Sir. Please take me.”

  “Take you? You want to go somewhere?” His voice was aloof and arrogant, but I knew him too well. I knew he was dying to plunge into me. But this new version of Justin, the dominant version, seemed to have control to spare.

  “Please take me. Please ride me.”

  “Sir,” he said.

  “Yes. That. Please ride me, Sir. Hard. I mean please, Sir.”

  The tip of his cock pressed against my wet folds and I moaned, anticipating how good that first thrust of his rock-hard cock would feel. But all I got was the tip.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to untie you first?”

  “No! Please. Please take me.”

  “Or I could rub some ointment on these delicious red cheeks,” he said, squeezing them as he spoke.

  I moaned, feeling desperate. “Please, please ride me. Please fill me up. Please shove your cock deep inside my—ooh!” My plea turned into a mindless shriek as he grabbed my hips and plunged inside me, all the way. My voice failed but my mouth remained open in a perfect circle as he held me against him, his hard length seated deep inside me. It stretched me, it filled me up far more than I would have thought given how wet I was.

  After an endless moment, he pulled back and began pounding into me in earnest. My breath returned and escaped my lips in little gasps timed to his thrusts. I’d said I’d wanted it hard, and he delivered, pushing into me again and again so vigorously that I actually was being driven a little closer to the headboard.

  It felt incredible to be ridden that forcefully. It was hard, it was fast, it was dirty. It felt obscene to be on my knees and elbows, a very willing receptacle for his cock.

  My gasps became little cries as he rode me even harder. I pulled at the rope attaching my bound wrist to the headboard, not to try to escape, but because I couldn’t help it. Every muscle in my body was braced, trying to hold firm as he thrust again and again. The orgasm that’d been building before switched into high gear, and I gasped, over and over, pleading for him not to stop.

  And he didn’t, not until he felt my body stiffen and shudder, my tight inner muscles squeezing him. One, two, three more strokes and he froze deep inside me, coming with me. As far inside me as he’d ever been, he came with a loud groan even as I shattered into a million pieces underneath him. I collapsed back onto the bed, still squeezing his spasming cock. This orgasm blew the other two out of the water. I never wanted it to end.

  Chapter Ten

  UNTIED, LYING IN Justin’s arms on the bed, I got to learn about aftercare. “But isn’t it just cuddling?” I’d asked him when he told me what it was called.

  “It’s more than that,” he said, wrapping his arms more tightly around me. “It’s about making sure the sub is feeling okay about what happened. And about reflecting on what both parties did or didn’t like about the scene. Done right, it’s a way to assess and reconnect in a safe space.”

  “This feels pretty safe,” I said, reveling in laying my head against his broad, bare chest. I’d always felt so loved, wanted, and protected in this position long before I’d ever heard of BDSM.

  Justin kissed the side of my forehead. “So tell me what you thought, sweetheart.”

  I snuggled against him, feeling his sparse chest hairs tickle my nose. Hesitantly, I told him what I’d thought, what parts I’d liked. What parts had been a bit of a surprise. “But couldn’t you tell that I liked it? I came hard, three times.”

  “That means I know how your body reacted. I don’t actually know what you thought, though I tried hard to read the signs you were giving me.”

  “What signs?”

  “Like when you were into it, your face and chest would flush. Your breathing would speed up. And you’d squirm more,” he said, briefly tickling lightly across my skin with one hand. I laughed, but didn’t speak, intent on what he was saying.

  “All of those things helped me know I was on the right track. But I still didn’t know what was in your mind. That’s why I have to rely on you, on the sub, to answer my questions about how you were feeling honestly. And to use the safeword if needed.”

  I nodded. I did see why it was important that he say that, but I really couldn’t think of a situation in which I’d need to use a safeword. I couldn’t imagine Justin ever taking things too far.

  Then I remembered that he’d said this was a time for both of us to reflect on what’d just happened. A little hesitantly, I asked him if he’d enjoyed it.

  “Of course I did. You did a great job, Lily. The way you addressed me respectfully, the way you followed my orders—anyone watching would never have guessed this was your first time.”

  For some reason, that struck me as funny. “I’m certainly glad no one was watching,” I said, with a giggle.

  Justin laughed too. “You know what I mean. You did a good job. I’m proud of you, babe.”

  My laughter dried up as a new thought crossed my mind. I wondered how I compared to other subs he’d had in the past. To Madison, especially. It probably wasn’t a very fair comparison since she’d been an experienced submissive before she’d first gotten together with Justin. I didn’t think I’d measure up well against someone like her, but it wasn’t like I could ask him that anyway.

  I cast around for something else to say. “Were you surprised? That I did okay?”

  “Of course not,” Justin said, but then he frowned in thought. “I mean, I wasn’t surprised you tried your best to do what I asked. But yeah, I guess I was a little surprised you seemed to like it as much as you did. It seemed like what turned you on the most was when I first tied your hands and told you all the things I could do to you when you were at my mercy. I wasn’t expecting that to get you going that much. But it was a huge turn on to me that it did.” He paused for a minute. “And I was a little surprised you suggested I tie you up.”

  “I… umm… may have fantasized about that a time or two,” I confessed.

  “I’m glad,” he said. “Though I still want to see your eReader sometime to see what you’ve been reading about BDSM.”

  Blushing, I gave a reluctant smile. “Just some stories. I never read much about aftercare, though. I like it,” I said, content to stay wrapped in his powerful arms forever.

  “You’re supposed to,” he said. “And there’s still one more part to it.”

  “Really? What’s that?”

  “Presents.”

  “Really? The dom gives the sub presents after?”

  “He does when it’s her birthday,” Justin teased.

  Oh yeah. I’d almost forgotten. Okay, well, maybe that—and the possibility of more of that fantastic chocolate cake—might make it worthwhile to eventually leave Justin’s warm embrace. Maybe.

  Chapter Eleven

  THINGS PROGRESSED QUICKLY after that night. Justin and I talked on the phone or texted quite a bit in the next week. Emboldened by our successful first encounter, I asked him more and more about BDSM practices and about being submissive. Now that I had one experience under my belt, he seemed much more willing to discuss what aspects of that lifestyle he’d enjoyed incorporating into his relationships.

  He also seemed to stop worrying that he’d scare me off. I was glad about that. As far as I was concerned, it was up to us how we wanted to behave when we were being intimate. Fortunately, our first encounter seemed to have convinced him that I really wanted this and wasn’t just doing it for his sake.

  The next weekend, Justin asked me if I wanted to be tied up again. When I readily agreed, he slowly undressed me, kissing and rubbing every inch of my body. Then he secured me face up on his bed, my hands bound to the corners of the headboard and my legs spread and fastened to the footboard. It was a position I’d read about many times, but it was an
entirely different thing to experience it for real.

  But it turned out to be really fun. Justin had been shopping. He had some padded cuffs to bind me with and some fun toys to tease me with once I was at his mercy. He tickled me all over with a light flogger that danced across my skin. It made me more sensitive to his touch but didn’t hurt. He’d seemed thrilled when I asked him to blindfold me, and it felt really erotic to have him take me that way, not know what he’d do or touch next.

  A few days after that, he took me out to dinner on a weeknight, something we normally didn’t do. We went to La Campagna, the place where he’d gotten the entrees for my birthday dinner. He asked me to wear the same dress I’d worn that night. Or, well, not asked. Perhaps ordered was a better word.

  That was happening more often, too. Not most of the time, not by a long shot, but sometimes we’d be talking, or doing something normal and his voice would change. It could be soft or loud, but it would get firm, and knowing, and… dominant. He’d issue a command, and I’d do my best to follow it.

  So, when he told me to wear the soft, slinky pink dress, of course I complied. I took extra time on my makeup and hair, too. It was obvious he wanted it to be a special night.

  At the restaurant, we had wine and salad, and then before our meals arrived, Justin put his lips to my ear told me to go to the restroom, remove my panties, and bring them back to him. Again, this was something I’d read about, but I quickly discovered reading about something that wicked and doing it were two very different things.

  At first I panicked, but Justin calmed me down. “You can do this, babe. No one will know. Just slip them off and bring them back to me.”

  I must’ve still looked doubtful, because Justin leaned even closer and practically purred, “Do you know how much it’ll turn me on to know that you’re not wearing any panties? That you did that for me? That’s so fucking hot, babe. To know that you’d do that to please me.”