by Riley Murphy
She looked right up at the guy. God, she was flirting with disaster. Any decent Dom would take exception to this kind of disrespect and judging by Blake’s rapidly stiffening back, he was pissed.
“Just ask your questions. I’m assuming you’ve already read my profile so you should know I don’t need any coddling. My only stipulation going into this was no undressing.”
Ted scowled and Ethan swore. “Shit.”
“You can put your hand up my skirt,” she unwisely carried on, “I wore garters for that very reason.”
If Ted had been in the room he would have told her she needn’t have bothered because the only part of her Blake probably wanted to put his hands on was her neck so he could wring it. Damn, he didn’t like how immeasurably pleased he was by her obstinance. Happy even, that she wasn’t doing what Blake wanted. Jesus, she was a snotty little bitch and he loved it.
“Say something,” Ethan whispered. Probably hoping that Blake would somehow hear or sense the prompt.
“Get up.”
Ted waited to see how she’d react to this command. The defiance he’d expected from her didn’t come. Instead she got up and walked around Blake and without being told to, she went to the wall and assumed a frisk position.
“I’d spank her,” Ethan said.
Ted nodded, thinking he’d do more than just spank her, but then he saw it. The little tremble. A shake, really, of skating nerves when she shivered. Only once, but it was enough. She was all bravado and clearly she was pushing herself here.
“E, I think—”
He stopped talking when Blake went after her. He wouldn’t have blamed the guy if he got out a switch because he couldn’t know Jo was all bluster, but thankfully he had more experience than to let anger drive him. Instead he channeled his frustration into getting a reaction from her.
“It’s about time.”
Ted didn’t even nod at Ethan’s observation. He was too busy staring at the man exploring Jo with a precision that was to be commended, given that he was touching her through her clothes.
When his hands slid around her and moved up Ted could only imagine how hard her nipples would be spiking into her blouse. Jo’s breasts were so responsive, just thinking about those burnished peaks had him licking his lips.
“I want these nipples hard.”
They weren’t hard? Ted’s confusion turned to frustration when he heard Blake say, “You’re a cold little bitch, aren’t you?”
“He’s not sticking to the plan.”
Just then Blake slipped a hand up her skirt and frowned as he drew it back.
“Damn.” Ted knew what he was after and the fact that he didn’t find it made him want to stand up and beat on his chest with primal satisfaction. She’d been hot and oh so wet when Ted had his hands on her.
“Stay still.”
He waited and the second he realized what Blake had in mind he needed to do something. The frustrated Dom was at the filing cabinet sorting through the various props. When he grabbed a belt and snapped it hard, Ted shot up.
“You got this?”
He didn’t even look at Ethan. “Yeah. Leave.”
“Already gone.”
Ted didn’t watch his friend depart, he was too intent on what was being said inside that room. “I think we need to break through this ice so we can find some heat.”
Hearing this made his decision to get involved easier. Ted was through the door just as Jo came out of position and spun around.
“Fuc—”
“Jo.” Ted stepped into her line of vision and spying the instant flush that came to her cheeks pleased the ever-living shit out of him. But not as much as when she stepped back and humbly dropped her gaze to the floor. The rush of euphoria that swept through him with this show of respect nearly knocked him back a pace. Gaining a fortifying breath, he said, “Take off the blouse and the bra if you’re wearing one.”
He knew Blake was watching to see if she’d do it. He didn’t know about that Dom, but Ted heaved a silent sigh of relief when she did as she was told without complaint.
And the second that lacy bra fell forward down her arms and he caught sight of her stunningly decorated breasts, he whispered, “Beautiful,” at the same time Blake did.
“Good girl, princess, now back to the wall as you were.”
The sight of her bare to the waist with arms up and spread while she adjusted her legs in an open stance got blood thundering through him. He had to remind himself she wasn’t his.
“I thought we could try a different way to draw some heat before we resort to using that. She’s never been flogged.”
Blake threw the belt so it landed on top of the filing cabinet and shook his head. “It’s a fucking miracle.”
That made Ted smile because the guy was absolutely right.
“You have everything?” He was referring to the condom-wrapped vibrator and the lube. She’d specifically asked for anal penetration and although she’d written and underlined the phrase “until it hurts”, he’d already explained to Blake that wasn’t going to happen. He’d helped the guy pick out the perfect little toy to scene with her for one reason. When he’d made the choice he truly believed Jo would do what she had with the numerous Doms he’d set her up with so far and wind up turning Blake down. He’d been comforted by that thought and yet here he was going to lend a hand with her? Specifically so she wouldn’t send the guy away? That was fucked-up so bad there was probably some psychological Freudian shit that needed to be explored.
“Yeah.” Blake patted his back pocket. “How do you want to do this?”
“It’s still your rodeo, I’ll just be ringside to make sure you don’t get bucked off. She’s a little high strung.” He walked past her and gave her a smack on the bottom.
“A little?”
“Are you going to talk all day or what?”
This she addressed to Blake because she turned and looked at him over her shoulder.
“Jo.”
At the sound of Ted’s disapproval she turned back and dropped her head.
“She takes direction from you.” It wasn’t an accusation, just an observation. An insight Ted didn’t want to address with him but with her…
“Is that true, princess?”
Jesus fuck, she nodded. His cock thickened and swelled so before he did something really stupid he said, “I want you to do whatever Blake asks you to do, understand? Oh no,” he said when she nodded, “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Yes, I understand, Sir.”
“Yes, I understand, Sir.”
“Good.” He was on one side of her and Blake was on the other. “She’s got enough vinegar. What she needs is honey.”
Blake was being careful with her as he caressed her. Not too soft, but soft enough, so when Ted saw her lips move he cocked an ear. “Did you say something?”
“I want to forget,” she muttered. “I need to forget. This is—”
“Bullshit,” Blake swore and held up his hand that had been between her legs. “She’s drier than dust down here.”
She wasn’t focused, that’s what the problem was. He whispered in her ear, “Do you need help, princess? I want these nipples hard. Spiky. That’s better.” He pulled and rolled one before he reached over and did the same to the other. “Rock-hard. Are they tingling?”
“Yes.”
“Damn, did you feel that?”
Ted knew what Blake was asking. He’d felt the tension leave Jo’s body the second he put his hand on her. And hearing the sucking sounds of moisture as Blake slid a finger in and out of her assured him she was no longer dry.
He continued to play with her nipples while Blake worked the lower half of her.
“Get that bottom up. Move it out.”
Her positioning wasn’t good enough for Ted, he would have spanked her and made her do it better but she wasn’t his sub. He had to remind himself, especially when the vibrator came into play. When her skirt was li
fted and her panties came down the desire to grab the vibrator out of Blake’s hand and work her with it himself was so strong he left off teasing her breasts. Standing aside with one hand braced and splayed next to hers on the wall he watched. Waited. And when she subtly shifted from Blake toward him he brushed the hair from her face and ordered her not to.
“Don’t shy away from him. He’s going to give you what you want. What you came here for.”
“Don’t tense up.”
She hissed in a deep breath.
“It’s okay.” Ted kept petting the side of her hair. “Feel it going in all the way. The burn, that’s what makes it better.”
“It doesn’t. It’s—”
“Relax,” Blake ordered and Ted wanted to push him away. The guy’s only interest was getting that vibrator into her. Didn’t he know he was missing the lion’s share of the lesson here? This wasn’t just about getting her off this way. She had issues with this type of fucking and a Dom had to be sensitive to those issues and help his sub get over them.
“I’m trying.” Her voice was small as if she were ashamed of her involuntary reactions and when her pinky finger inched sideways and curled over his thumb on the cool concrete, something woke up inside him. A need not only to protect her but to help her exorcise that bastard’s unwanted touch from her mind. Clearly what Blake was doing wasn’t working.
“You’re doing great, princess. Really good.”
He moved behind her and held his hand down until Blake got the message and let go so Ted was free to control the vibrator. It was only halfway in and he didn’t waste any time. He squirted more lube on the un-inserted balance and slathered. When it was shiny and slick, he parted her ass cheeks wide and thrust forward. Using his own aching hardness buried in his kakis, he propelled the vibrator into her.
She grunted, but that didn’t deter him. He knew what she needed. He pushed her forward until she was flush up against the wall with her jaw to stone.
He flexed into her, once, twice, ten more times, before he brought his hand between them and felt for the switch. When the low thrum sounded she whimpered, and seeing her totally surrendered and so in-tune with feeling, he couldn’t stop the Dom in him from leveraging this advantage.
“That bastard doesn’t own this part of you.” He flexed forward and reveled when she moaned. “Say, that bastard doesn’t own this part of me. Say it.”
“H-He d-doesn’t own this…this part of me.”
He pivoted against her and she started to slide. That’s when he slipped his hands around her, between her pelvis and the wall and played with her clit until she was pushing back all restless and needy.
“Breathe deep.”
“Yes, yes. Yes!”
“He doesn’t own this part of you, princess.” He flexed. She moaned long and low and when she was quiet, he whispered, “He doesn’t own it, because I do.”
She screamed when she came hard and fast all over his fingers in hot, fluid honey. The spill of which filled the air around him in the sweetest scent imaginable as he held her tight. He waited for her shakes to ease before he ordered, “Thank me.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“T-thank you, Sir.”
Once she corrected herself he retrieved the vibrator. Tossing the condom into the waste can, he returned the dildo to the bottom drawer for cleaning as was protocol.
When he stood up he saw Blake. The guy was steaming and why wouldn’t he be? Ted had specifically requested him to do this scene with her and even though Ted had warned him that he’d be there and would step in if need be he’d jumped in too fast. He should have waited a little longer. He knew Blake wouldn’t be wielding a heavy hand with her. Damn. He could justify it any which way he wanted. It didn’t change the fact that this was bad, bad form. Invited or no, welcomed or not he shouldn’t have taken over.
There was only way to fix this. He walked over to Jo and snapped her skirt into place with a quick matter-of-fact tug. “There.” He peeled her off the wall and turned her to face Blake. “Now, I want you to kneel at your Dom’s feet and wait for him to deal with you.”
Easing his hands off her shoulders, he stepped back and nearly stumbled when she spun around and dropped to her knees in front of him. Without a word she wrapped her arms around his right leg and pressed her bowed forehead into his thigh.
“Fuck.”
Blake crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “What did you expect?”
Expect? How the hell had this—he looked down and was shocked to see his hand in her hair. Stunned when he noticed how his fingers massaged her scalp. “Damn.”
“I’ll leave you to it.”
Blake left and all Ted could do was study his own reflection in the mirror. He could only imagine what Ethan would have said about this if he’d stayed. But then Ethan wasn’t his primary concern at the moment. Jo was.
“Come on, up you get.” He helped her up and walked with her to the chair. Once he was seated he pulled her down onto his lap to cradle her. Despite how fucked up the situation was because of him, she’d done really well with things, but right now she was a little too quiet for his liking. “Are you okay?”
She shook her head.
“Why not? Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
She was trying so hard not to cry it was almost painful for him to watch. He hugged her up and whispered, “So what’s the matter?”
“You hate me.”
And before he could ask her where she got such a stupid idea from she burst out crying and tried to slap him.
He feinted to the right and she missed. “Whoa, what was that for?”
“Y-You didn’t even k-kiss me. I-I d-don’t want you to hate me.”
He grabbed the hand she’d tried to smack him with. Turning it over, he placed a kiss in her palm and waited until her sniffles eased up. “I don’t hate you.”
“Then why won’t you—”
He wasn’t going to have this discussion with her right now. He’d thought she’d need some aftercare, but apparently she didn’t. “Just because I won’t Top you doesn’t mean I hate you. Far from it.”
He may not have wanted to talk about this but she did.
“You’re not going to walk away from me again.” Jo hastily skipped to catch up behind him while simultaneously tucking in her blouse. She nearly slipped on the marble floor twice in her haste keeping up. He wasn’t going to get away with messing up her plan. Again. It was as if he didn’t want her, but he didn’t want anyone else to have her either. It made no sense and she wasn’t in a position at the moment to deal with any more confusion. “Don’t walk—”
“I’m not walking away from you. I’m heading to my office. You’re free to follow. Obviously, because you are.”
She skidded to a halt in front of his desk. Slapping the hair away from her forehead, she glared at him. With him seated in his big office chair he looked like a king on a throne. And why not? He was ruling her world at the moment and she wanted some of that power back. “I want you to fix me.”
He leaned back. “Fix you? The only person that can fix you is you. If someone told you differently they lied.”
She kicked off her high-heels as her feet were numb beyond the point of pain. “I’m broken. You broke me.” He stared up at her and even now that broken part of her thrilled at the sight of him. She had to fight every urge she had to drop her gaze and behave for him.
“We’re all broken. We all have cracks. It’s not about making it through life in one piece, it’s about narrowing the gap between the fissures so we don’t shatter.”
She stabbed a finger in his direction. “You see? It’s precisely this kind of talk that wears me down. You’re too…”
The firm look in his eyes when he latched onto her finger distracted her and she lost her train of thought.
“Hasn’t anyone told you before that it’s rude to point? Lower that finger.”
“All right!” He quirked an
annoying brow and she knew why. “All right,” she said more reasonably. Scooping up her shoes, she hugged them to her chest. “I just want to be the way I was before. I need to be that way. I have to be strong. With no crying. I don’t want to cry. I never cry.”
His lip twitched. “I noticed.”
“That’s not the least bit funny, you know.” She wasn’t going to let him off the hook until he made things better. She couldn’t face Anjay like this and now that Anjay was back and getting awards for being an upstanding guy she was going to have to. “I want you to change me back.”
He huffed out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. “You think you’re not the same person and I had something to do with that?”
“I know I’m not the same person and you have everything to do with it.”
His arrogant gaze swept her from top to bottom. “You look the same to me.”
She almost dropped her shoes. “I look the…I look the same? That’s all you have to say to me?” His casual shrug made her gasp. “Jo Nehr of two months ago wouldn’t have shed a tear. Not one, you spell-casting motherfucker.”
Tsk, tsk. “Guttersnipe language, princess.”
“Ugh.” She grasped a shoe in each hand and plunked them down on his desk, leaning over them. “I can’t be this blubbering mass of hormonal crappiness right now.”
“I thought the session went well today.”
“Session? This isn’t therapy.”
“For you it is.”
Her eyes narrowed and it was the first time in her whole life she abused a pair of Manolos when she strangled the patent leather. “If you or the other dickwad did what I requested you to do, it might have been good. I wanted to be hurt, not-not-not swept off my fucking feet with pleasure, asshole.”
One minute she was holding her own, killing her shoes and speaking so succinctly that spittle was spraying his desk and the next her whole body was wiping it up as he dragged her across the surface. She shot over the width like a hockey puck on newly polished ice.
