His Every Touch [The Complete Series]

by Harriet Lovelace

“I know what you're thinking,” Courtney began.

  “Oh, I don't think you do.” Maggie shook her head.

  “I know you.” Courtney didn't have to look at her friend to be able to picture the expression on her face. “And you're freaking out.”

  “All right. Maybe a little. But you can't exactly blame me.”

  “Mags, you have to understand, it's not about pain and punishment.” Courtney struggled to explain something that she was still trying to understand herself. “Or even about control in the sense that most people think about it. It's about trust. Trusting that your partner knows your body, your limits. It's about them trusting you to stop them if they go too far.”

  “And that wasn't too far? You can't tell me that you liked...” Maggie's voice trailed off and Courtney could almost hear the realization dawn on her friend. “Shit, Court. You liked it?”

  Courtney could feel her face burning but she couldn't lie, not to Maggie, not about this. She had to talk it out with someone. “I more than liked it. I'd never come so hard in my life.”

  “Fuck,” Maggie whispered.

  “There's more.” Courtney forced herself to continue. She had to say it all, leave nothing out. Maggie had to know everything. She kept her voice even, almost clinical in tone as she described Vance's near-torture orgasm denial that had followed her strapping. She barely paused as she continued into the night and her own introspection as she and Vance laid in bed together afterwards.

  “Courtney,” Maggie interrupted, concern overpowering the shock in her voice. “Are you in love with him?”

  Courtney let her car glide to a stop behind a long line of vehicles. She turned slightly towards Maggie, knowing her confusion showed on her face, in her dark gray eyes. Her words were a bare whisper. “I don't know.”

  Maggie swallowed hard and nodded. “Keep going.”

  As they waited for the traffic to move on, Courtney continued with her story, vaguely aware of heat growing in her belly as she recounted the events of the past week, the words bringing with them vivid images that made her want to squirm.

  “The morning after, he gave me a set of instructions regarding what I was supposed to wear to work...”

  Every step Courtney took was near agony, but it was worse if she tried to sit. She'd done as Vance had ordered, the entire time telling herself that it was crazy. Even as she'd walked into work, the sensation of fullness had almost been too much. Throughout the day, she tried to concentrate on each step, desperately hoping that no one would be able to tell what she had on—or was it in?—under her skirt. The butt plug was as slim as the dildo Vance had used on her before and each time she shifted, it moved, sending strange and unfamiliar sensations through her body. The dildo in her cunt was thicker than what she was used to and had a specifically shaped base that curled around to rub against her clit with even the slightest movement, torturing her in the most exquisite manner. She'd been on the verge of climax for hours and she was exhausted, muscles trembling from the stress of fighting off orgasm after orgasm. Vance had vowed a caning if she came before he gave her the go ahead. By the time she was ready to meet him in his office at the end of the day, she was near tears. She was also fairly sure that most of her co-workers thought she was in the midst of a nervous breakdown or something like it.

  Vance took one look at her face and smiled. He motioned for her to follow him into his private elevator. The moment they were inside, he pulled her to him, claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss that nearly made her lose control. He pushed her back against the wall of the elevator as the doors dinged closed, his hands yanking her skirt up around her waist. She whimpered even as he pulled back, the cool air caressing her newly bared skin.

  “Have you come today?” Vance murmured against her lips.

  Courtney shook her head, fighting the urge to writhe against him, to beg for that last bit of friction she needed to come. Part of the reason behind this exercise was to prove that she trusted him, that she believed he would eventually grant her release.

  “Good girl.” His lips curved upwards into the wicked grin that made Courtney's knees weak. He thrust his leg between hers. “If you can get off on my leg before we reach the lobby, you'll be allowed to take out the toys and pull your skirt back down before we walk out.”

  “And if I can't?” Courtney's eyes were wide. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know the consequences.

  “You'll be allowed to pull your skirt back down, but you'll continue to wear both toys when we go out for dinner and you won't be allowed to come until tonight.”

  Courtney bent her knees until she came in contact with the soft cotton of his slacks. She kept her eyes on him as she began to grind against him, every rotation of her hips pressing both shafts further into her, rubbing them against her sensitive flesh.

  “I did it.” Courtney couldn't keep her pride out of her voice. Her body had exploded that day and she'd had to bite the side of her hand to keep herself from screaming. Vance had to practically carry her to the car. “Came just before we reached the lobby and was able to make myself look presentable before having to walk to my car. I slept amazingly well that night and had just a normal time at work the next day, which was good because I hadn't gotten much done the day before. Then I went over to his place that evening...”

  Vance had been waiting at the door for her, his arctic blue eyes glowing with anticipation. Less than five minutes later, Courtney found herself bent over a padded bench, hands cuffed in front of her. The cool metal seemed to chill her overheated skin far more than it should have been able to. Vance paced in a circle around her, explaining that they would be exploring her pain limits. He reminded her of the safe word and then stepped out of her line of sight. She tensed in anticipation, wondering what it would feel like...

  Courtney's eyes took on a faraway look as she remembered. “It's almost impossible to explain what it's like. Starting gentle with a rhythmic use of a flogger, the way the leather almost caresses the skin. Then harder, with a bit of bite. Nothing even so much as a snap of a rubber band. My skin heated up, a warmth that spread through my entire body. Then came the cane. The first one, I almost heard the crack before I felt it, a sharp sting. It was there and gone so quickly that it didn't really hurt until the second one.”

  “Did you stop him?” Maggie whispered the question, as if she didn't want to know the answer.

  Courtney nodded, the memory of the first time she'd asked for 'mercy' still clear in her mind. “Yes. After all, that was the point. To see where my limit was. It wasn't to try to push me past the limit. As soon as I said the word, he stopped.” The cars in front of her began to move and Courtney eased forward. “I couldn't sit down the whole next day. Not that I needed to...”

  She obediently knelt in front of him, hands clasped behind her back. She fancied she could still feel the heat radiating off of her reddened skin though almost twenty-four hours had passed. He was still clothed as he sat in the chair, though his shirt was untucked and the top button undone. When he flicked open the button on his pants, she knew what was coming next.

  “Come here.”

  Courtney shuffled towards him, the plush carpet burning her knees. She had a feeling that, before the end of the night, her knees would be as red as her ass. As she positioned herself between his legs, he pushed his pants lower on his hips, just enough to reveal his black boxer-briefs and the impressive bulge they concealed. She swallowed hard, the memory of him coating her tongue, thick and heavy between her lips, made her stomach clench.

  He didn't need to speak his command. A mere nod of the head was all he needed to indicate that she was to begin. She reached for the waistband of his underwear and lowered them, freeing every inch of swollen flesh. She worked her hand and tongue over him, savoring his taste, the feel of velvet skin and firm muscle. When she bent to take him into her mouth, his hand fisted in her hair and she knew what he was going to do. A stab of panic went through her and she forced it back. They'd done this before. She knew she
could trust him, and if it was too much, she now knew that he would stop if she asked. She willed her body to relax and opened her mouth to accept him as his hips rose to meet her.

  “Giving over control like that.” Courtney kept her eyes on the road in front of her. “It's beyond anything else I've ever done.”

  “Courtney,” Maggie began.

  “There's one more night,” Courtney cut in. She needed to share this last one, to finish what she'd started. She needed Maggie to be completely informed. “Last night.”

  “All right.” Maggie didn't sound like she wanted to hear about it, but she didn't ask Courtney to stop.

  “He'd had me on the edge for hours, teasing me with his fingers and mouth. The things that man can do with his tongue.” Courtney shook her head. She needed to get through this and the thought of Vance's tongue thrusting inside her, reaching places deeper than any tongue had the right to, was making it difficult. She forced herself to focus. “I was lying face-down on the bed when his mouth moved from my pussy to somewhere else...”

  Courtney gasped as the flat of Vance's tongue ran over her puckered hole. At the beginning of the week, he'd instructed her to clean herself thoroughly and every morning, she'd done as he'd ordered. Toys and fingers, she'd expected. Not this. When he worked the tip of his tongue past the ring of muscle, she swore, fisting the soft cotton sheets beneath her. A light slap on her ass reminded her of his earlier instructions.

  “Your tongue in my ass.” She felt the familiar rush of embarrassment at the words and knew that this was the reason he made her talk. “It feels weird but in a good way. Like nothing I've ever felt before. I can feel it moving inside me.”

  “He likes me to talk about what we're doing.” Courtney flushed at the admission. “Partly because it turns him on, but I think also because he knows it embarrasses me. It's a more gentle way to push my limits. Anyway, after a good ten minutes, he started working his fingers into my ass, stretching me. I knew what was coming. After all, I'd practically begged for it in my email...”

  She tensed the moment she felt his cock nudge against her asshole. She wanted it, she knew she did, but uncertainty still gripped her. Like most everything they'd done, this was new territory for her. Vance's hand splayed across the small of her back and she slowly relaxed. She trusted this man. He would never give her more than she could handle.

  “Ask me.” His voice was rough with desire.

  She didn't need to look at him to know that his cock would be heavy and swollen, his pupils blown so far to black and only the thinnest sliver of blue would remain. And she knew that he wanted the same thing she did.

  “Please, sir.” Her own voice was strained. He hadn't let her come yet and her entire body felt ready to combust. “Fuck me.”

  “Where do you want me to fuck you?” He rubbed the tip of his dick over her hole.

  “My ass, sir.” The words brought a blush, but she didn't care. She craved him, craved this. “Fuck my ass.”

  His careful prep work had done its job and he pushed forward, slow but steady. Sounds fell from Courtney's lips, noises that she'd never imagined she make. Her body was stretching in ways she'd never dreamed possible and her ass burned as he finally came to rest inside her. Her muscles shook, the conflicting sensations almost too much for her. Her pussy was still throbbing from his prior ministrations, every cell screaming for relief.

  “I'm going to fuck you now.” His voice was low in her ear. “I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit or walk without feeling me in your ass.”

  She whimpered. His fingers dug into her hips and he began to move. She writhed beneath him, gasping for air as he drove into her, long, sure strokes and seemed to pierce into her very soul. It was pain and it was pleasure and like nothing she'd ever felt before. She wasn't even aware that she was going to come, that she even could come from this, until she exploded and her world went white.

  She finished telling her story, ending with the origin of the stripes on her ass. Silence filled the car as they turned down Courtney's road. The story had taken nearly the entire trip to share and Courtney was glad that she hadn't had to look at Maggie during the telling. For the first time in her life, she wasn't sure what her friend was going to say.

  “Let's put your stuff inside.” Courtney was surprised at how normal her voice sounded to her own ears. She only hoped that Maggie heard it the same way.

  To Maggie's credit, she waited until Courtney poured them both a glass of wine and they settled on the couch before she began to speak.

  “I've known you for a long time, Courtney Bell, but I must admit that this is the first time you've ever surprised me.” Maggie took a sip of her wine and Courtney waited patiently for the redhead to continue. “I never figured you for the type of person to be into this type of thing. I didn't think you'd be into the whole bdsm scene.”

  “I never thought it either.”

  “Is it this guy? Are you doing it because he wants you to?”

  “That's the thing.” She took a drink from her own glass. “I don't know. That's why I needed you. It's this whole other world, full of things that I'd never dreamed of and I don't know why I'm doing it other than the fact that it's about more than sex.”

  “What made you want to do it in the first place? Maybe if you understood why you started, you'd be able to figure it out.”

  Courtney thought back to the moment she'd first seen Vance. There'd been the initial attraction. Not surprising. He was gorgeous. But why, once she'd realized that he was flirting with her, had she stayed? Was it just his good looks? She liked to think she wasn't that shallow. When had it turned into the beginning of whatever this was?

  “When you were in his office and he told you to stand up, and you asked why...” Maggie must have been going through the story in her head as well. “That was the first time he showed this side of his personality. Why did you start doing what he said then? Standing up, taking off your jacket?”

  Courtney considered the question. She needed to be honest with herself. With Maggie. “You know how my family is. How I've been making decisions on my own since I was a kid. I guess I liked the idea of not having to do it, of giving control over to someone else. No responsibility for my actions. Only held accountable to him. I did as he instructed and that was all I had to think about.”

  “Is that the only reason?” Maggie pressed.

  Courtney shook her head. “There's something about him. Something that seems almost sad. There are times when we're together that I feel like he's trying to say something to me that I just can't quite understand, that if I could just figure it out, everything would make sense. Why he likes to be in control.”

  Maggie started to speak then hesitated. After a moment, she asked her question. “Is it what you're doing that you like or who you're doing it with? Would you want someone else doing those things to you?”

  Courtney stared, wide-eyed. She'd never thought of it that way before. Was it having someone in control of her or the fact that it was Vance in control that she liked? The way his voice would drop until she swore it was liquid sex, hot molten lava that flowed over her skin until she burned with desire. How his eyes would shine when she obeyed, glowing with pride and lust. The way he could play her body like a fine instrument in the hands of a master musician. He knew every inch of her in the most intimate ways and knew exactly what to do to elicit his desired reaction.

  And then there were the small things. How, whenever they went into public, he'd place his hand on the small of her back in a slightly possessive gesture that meant she was his. His hands caressing her skin with a gentleness that seemed at odds with some of the things he did. The way she'd sometimes catch him watching her with this strange look in his eyes, as if whatever he felt for her was far deeper than he could show.

  She couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Not in this way. Not in anyway. She shook her head. “No. I don't want this with anyone else. Only with him. I only want him.”

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p; “Then.” Maggie drained her glass. “I guess that means you're in love with him.”

  “Fuck,” Courtney breathed. “I'm in love with Vance Forster.”

  “What?” Maggie bolted upright, the expression on her face one of shock. “Did you just say Vance Forster?”

  “I know.” Courtney hurried to cover her mistake. She hadn't meant to tell Maggie his name, though she supposed it would've come out sooner or later. “He's the CEO...”

  “Fuck that.” Maggie cut in. “It's Vance Forster.”

  “Yeah?” Now Courtney was confused. Maggie was saying the name like it meant something more.

  Maggie furrowed her eyebrows. “You don't remember him.”

  “What are you talking about?” Courtney set down her glass and leaned forward. “He's the head of the Asgard Corporation so I've heard his name at work forever, but I hadn't met him until that day in the elevator.”

  “Oh shit.” Maggie stood up from the table. “You've got to be fucking kidding me!”