Out of the Darkness (Untwisted #2)

by Alice Raine

  Considering her statement, I narrowed my eyes as I thought it through. Technically the title of Sir wasn’t what turned me on, it was the submission and control aspect that did it for me. Over the years, the title had just kind of come along with it, but still, could I really compromise with her on this? It was a very alien consideration for me.

  ‘You’d still be in control of me at all other times, I just think that maybe that way I wouldn’t let you down as much.’ She added softly, linking her fingers in her lap as if to prove her point. I’d still be in control, fuck, her words hit on exactly the reason for my hesitation, it was like she somehow knew me far more intimately then she possibly could. Her second little sentence about not letting me down was pretty well worded too; the fact that she seemed keen to please me was very satisfying indeed.

  ‘But you’ll use the title when we are together sexually?’ I confirmed stiffly.

  Stella nodded. ‘Yes … Sir, whenever we are in the bedroom,’ she said, apparently testing out the title. God it sounded good coming from her mouth.

  ‘Fine, we can try that to start with,’ I acquiesced and jotted it down on the pad. Who said I couldn’t be reasonable? ‘I should warn you though that our liaisons may not only occur in the bedroom, Stella, but regardless of where I chose to take you I expect you to call me Sir if we are having sex.’

  ‘OK,’ she agreed, a crimson flush spreading on her cheeks that I suspected came from lust, not embarrassment this time. I knew exactly how she felt, blood was rushing to my groin so fast right now that it was all I could do not to groan and rub my poor ignored hard-on to give it some relief.

  Ever the professional, I had been making notes of our agreed terms as we spoke, but continued to write as I explained more about what my expectations for our relationship would be. ‘Sometimes our meetings will just be regular sex, sometimes bondage or occasional punishments if I see fit. We will eat meals together and do various other things during the periods that you stay here but I want to reiterate the fact that you shouldn’t expect long conversations or romance. It won’t happen. If you want that, you need to seek out a dom with the same intentions.’

  Once again, I paused to give Stella a chance to express the wish to leave, but she simply sat silently and I thanked my lucky stars before continuing. ‘I will expect you to maintain immaculate hygiene levels at all times, hands washed before every meal, no hair under your arms or on your legs. I would prefer your groin hairless, but if you are uncomfortable with that then trimmed short will be fine.’

  Dotting the final full stop, I held up the notepad with our agreed terms and indicated to it with a jerk of my chin. ‘Obviously this isn’t legally binding, it’s more of an understanding that we can refer to at any point. If either of us wishes to end our agreement we can simply say so and tear up the contract, end of,’ I stated firmly. ‘If you are happy with what we have discussed then we can start next Friday, I’ll get it typed up before then so you can sign it and have a copy to keep.’ It was Sunday today so that would give me plenty of time to type up the contract and set up a room for Stella within the apartment.

  ‘OK.’ Pausing, Stella flexed the little finger on her right hand so it brushed against my thigh causing a tingle of anticipation to rush up my leg and settle in my already tortured groin. What the hell was this woman trying to do to me? I sucked in a sharp breath and then tilted my head to look across at her. She was innocently averting her eyes as I’d asked, but I couldn’t help but wonder if she also felt the sizzling electricity between us. Perhaps she’d even brushed my leg on purpose?

  A bubble of excitement settled in my stomach. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d found a submissive that not only had similar bedroom tastes to me, but with whom I had also shared a true physical connection with. In fact, had it ever happened? With my looks, I’d always managed to find attractive submissives, physically speaking. But had any of my previous partners caused my body to react like this? After taking a second to think back through the women who had, for various lengths of time, shared my life, I shook my head, no, I didn’t think so. I frowned, that probably wasn’t a good thing was it? Perhaps I should do the sensible thing and end this before it got out of hand.

  Nah , fuck that. I wanted Stella and I planned on having her, regardless of the consequences. Thanks to David at Club Twist this chance meeting with Stella could lead to a very satisfying relationship for both of us. The prospect of the things we could do together made my heart accelerate tenfold under my skin which was crazy seeing as we knew so little about each other, but already there was a spark firing between us, making it almost impossible to think about anything other than pushing my throbbing dick inside her, and what was even better was that I’d almost place money on the fact that Stella was feeling the chemistry too.

  Breaking my thoughts Stella shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes briefly flicking to mine before lowering again. ‘It seems a very long time until next Friday, Sir,’ Stella murmured softly, the word ‘Sir’ practically purring from her tongue and sending an instant rush of blood to my painfully hard groin.

  Holy fuck, I’d been right, Stella wanted me just as much as I wanted her, right before my eyes she’d flipped into proper submissive mode and I seriously thought it might be the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The thought did nothing whatsoever to calm my thundering erection, but always the professional I tried my best to be practical about the situation.

  Indicating to the agreement on the coffee table, I pursed my lips. ‘We need to do a bit of training, first, build up our trust, Stella. Plus this isn’t typed up and signed yet,’ I muttered, for once hating myself and my stupidly obsessive ways.

  Hell, if I didn’t relieve the tension in my groin soon I was going to burst through my trousers. There was no doubt about it; I was going to need a seriously cold shower when Stella had gone. Normally if I was this horny I’d get a willing woman to pop over and ease my frustration, but as I was now strictly monogamous in my relationships that wasn’t an option any more. Perhaps I’d have to resort to my own right hand for some relief later tonight.

  Taking me completely by surprise Stella leant forwards, plucked the pen from my hand, and neatly signed her name under the list of agreed points before sitting back with her hands in her lap, fingers twined just as I had told her to do so when she was ready for instructions. Holy shit, I was so light-headed from the blood pounding in my cock that I started to worry that I might have a brain malfunction at any minute.

  Clenching my teeth I briefly fought the dilemma in my head; I never started a sexual relationship with a submissive until everything was officially arranged, never. Although Stella had just signed the hand-written version of the agreement, so technically it was official. Plus she’d passed the STI tests, so really there was no reason not to indulge in a little sample tonight, was there? I could always start with the training next week …

  Glancing at Stella’s quietly expectant pose again, I allowed myself a small smile. This woman was going to keep me on my toes, that much was already abundantly clear. She was sexually submissive, yes, but being an independent businesswoman, she no doubt had enough backbone to challenge even me, a thought that thrilled me immensely. Shaking my head in mild amusement I gave in to the internal debate in my head and shifted myself to face her on the sofa.

  ‘I wasn’t expecting all this to happen tonight Stella, so the room you’ll use isn’t ready,’ I informed her, my voice low and gritty from the strain of holding myself back. ‘However, I think perhaps before I drop you home we could seal our agreement here on the sofa, test for compatibility, so to speak.’

  I heard a soft gasp escape from Stella that was so fucking sexy it very nearly sent me over the edge right there and then, but like an ultimate submissive, she didn’t react with any other outward response, merely sat waiting for my instructions.

  Where to start? There was so much I wanted to do with Stella. A myriad of possibilities was flooding through my mind, making me giddy like a
kid in a sweet shop.

  If there was ever a time when I needed my mantra it was now. I am in control. I repeated it several times in my head gathering my composure and then smoothly rose from the sofa. My raging hard on must be blatantly obvious to Stella, but I didn’t care, she’d be getting up close and personal with it soon enough.

  ‘Stand up.’ I heard the way my tone had instinctively dropped as I switched on my truly dominant mode and wondered if Stella would pick up on it too. Probably, I decided, as I watched her push herself upright in front of me. She stood with a straight, confident back but with her eyes wide and turned down and hands loosely twined in front of her.

  Fucking perfection. ‘Let your hair down,’ I ordered softly. Almost immediately, Stella reached up and began to un-clip the multitude of pins that she must have painstakingly slipped into her hair before her meeting with me. It looked good up, but I couldn’t wait to feel how soft it would be when I wrapped my hands in it.

  Once the clips were removed, I watched as Stella ran her hands through her long, blonde hair to loosen its soft waves before linking her hands in front of herself again.

  My throat was constricted with lust now, feeling like it was thick with cotton wool, but I forced myself on. ‘Undress. Start with your top.’ Once again, Stella followed my instructions without hesitation, a very good start. She gripped the hem of her camisole and ran her fingers around it, tempting me by displaying several little glimpses of her flat stomach before finally pulling it over her head gracefully. After tossing it aside she flattened out her hair and linked her fingers as she stilled, awaiting my next command.

  This was fucking torture, every fibre in my body was screaming at me to throw her on the floor and take her like the animal that I was, but I persevered, delaying my gratification would only make the prize at the end even more delectable. ‘My shirt next,’ I instructed huskily. I normally liked to undress myself, but the temptation Stella was offering tonight was just too great. Lifting her fingers Stella began to deftly undo my shirt buttons and I noticed in admiration that even with the adrenaline of our first encounter her fingers weren’t shaking.

  Stella might be a successful businesswoman, but she was proving that she was also a seemingly perfect, shy submissive. Just by being here in my apartment tonight, she had proved that underneath her well-presented façade she clearly had an exciting experimental streak that I couldn’t wait to help her explore.

  ‘Slowly,’ I reminded her, as Stella suddenly started to tug a little impatiently on the fourth button of my shirt. A smile curled my lips – maybe she wasn’t quite as cool and collected as she was making out.

  Once my shirt was unbuttoned Stella tugged it out from my trousers and pushed it open, one of her hands accidentally brushed across my chest as she did so, causing both of us to gasp as electricity zinged between us from the first occurrence of skin on skin contact. Jesus, that had been incredible. Automatically Stella looked up at me in surprise. Caught off guard, I met her gaze and saw that her eyes were wide and expectant and dilated with desire, as mine must surely be too. Apparently remembering herself Stella blinked as she dropped her gaze to my chest where she pressed one hand flat on my stomach and trailed her fingers experimentally through the soft hair there.

  Fucking hell, her touch felt so amazing. I wasn’t going to last a minute if that hand dropped any lower.

  Inhaling sharply I absorbed the delicious feeling of her touch for a few more seconds before reaching down and removing Stella’s hand. Thanks to my thriving business it had been six months since I’d been with a woman and I damn well wasn’t going to lose control like a like a randy teenager.

  ‘It would appear we have rather good chemistry, Stella. Perhaps our agreement will be even more enjoyable than we first thought,’ I murmured before giving her the next prompt. ‘Take off your skirt.’

  Obliging me immediately Stella peeled herself out of her ridiculously tight skirt and then stood in front of me wearing nothing but some very skimpy black lace underwear. It was marginally see through and such a turn on I had to clench my fists to stop myself reaching out for her. ‘Step back, I want to see you,’ I encouraged, before I allowed my eyes to roam across all the curves and planes of Stella’s smoking hot body.

  God she had a seriously great figure: long legs, curvy waist, pert full breasts, and creamy skin that I immediately wanted to taste. Not just taste … I wanted to nip and lick and mark her as mine. How the hell I’d got so lucky I still had no idea. Beauty, intellect, chemistry, and now a body to die for. I really, really needed to phone David Halton in the morning and thank him. Hell, maybe I’d send a casket of decent whisky over too.

  Wasting no more time I removed my trousers and stepped towards her wearing just my black boxer shorts, which by now were seriously straining to contain my jutting erection. Breathing more shallowly than I could ever remember I slipped my hands into the hair by her temples then raised my arms and allowed it to flow through my fingers like silk. Jesus, that felt so good I just had to do it again, before the urge to kiss her overwhelmed me and I suddenly tangled my right hand through a section of hair and dragged her head forwards until her mouth collided with mine.

  I kissed Stella with all the pent-up exasperation I had been feeling ever since I’d met her yesterday and so my kiss was far from soft, but hell if it wasn’t exactly what I needed at that particular moment. My grip on her hair was no doubt painful, but I had never been a gentle lover so Stella may as well get used to it from the outset. A soft moan of approval escaped between her lips and any concerns I may have had about her disliking my rough treatment faded away. She was just perfect. Stella stumbled forwards closer into my embrace and melded her body against mine, gasping in obvious pleasure as our bodies collided from my sudden onslaught.

  Using Stella’s gasp I gained entry to her hot tempting mouth, my tongue moving against hers for the first time as they twisted and tangled furiously. Aware of the fact that I might well bruise her lips if I didn’t calm down I forced myself to soften the kiss, but maintained the tight grip on her hair to ensure she couldn’t pull away, not that she seemed to want to; quite the opposite, in fact, if her heated response was anything to go by.

  Finally ripping my mouth from hers I found Stella gazing up at me. Panting, she raised a hand and ran a trembling finger across her swollen lips making me lick my own in response, but her eyes lingered on mine for far longer than I was comfortable with so I quickly tugged on her hair tipping her head backwards and forcing her gaze away from me.

  ‘Sorry, Sir.’ She mumbled, apparently realising her mistake with the eye contact. A very pleasing response, so I forgave her immediately. Her breath was just as ragged as mine, and with her head tilted back this way I could actually see Stella’s pulse fluttering in the thin skin on her neck like a hummingbird’s frantic wings. Christ, she was just as turned on as me. This whole situation really was fucking unbelievable.

  Her neck was just too tempting so lowering my head I grazed my teeth along her pulse point before kissing her soft skin, sucking on her neck, gently biting on her earlobe, and finally running my tongue across her pulse tasting her skin as I’d wanted to. She tasted lightly floral with just a touch of salt and I couldn’t help but drag her even closer to my mouth so I could get some more. A shudder ran through her entire body and Stella let out a soft whimper as her body seemed to respond instinctively to my contact near her ear.

  ‘Do you like that, Stella? To be kissed just here?’ I asked heatedly, keen to learn her body and repeating my treatment of her earlobe and finishing by running my tongue across the sensitive skin of her neck again.

  ‘Ahh, yes.’ Stella’s response was breathy against my hair, but I immediately noticed the absence of ‘Sir’. Seeing as she had made me agree to her only using the title during sex there was no way I was going to let her slip go unnoticed so I gave her hair another firm tug which had Stella yelping before quickly correcting herself. ‘Yes, Sir.’ Good, she was a quick learner, I observe
d with pleasure.

  Without giving Stella any warning, I stepped back completely, removing all contact between us and then clenched my fists. ‘Take off your underwear before I rip it off,’ I instructed in nothing short of a growl, and my words weren’t far from the truth – I wanted to fuck her so badly now that it was taking every ounce of my self-control not to throw her on the floor and simply take her.

  My tongue was practically hanging out of my mouth like a thirsty dog as I watched Stella slowly tuck her thumbs into the elastic of her lacy knickers and ease them down her thighs before letting them drop to the floor. Forgetting to watch the delicate way she managed to step out of them I instead found myself completely fixated on the apex of her thighs. I couldn’t believe it, she was practically hairless, just a thin strip of hair marked her entrance, exactly how I liked it. Could she be any more perfect for me, I wondered as I unashamedly gazed at her near nakedness?

  Mind you, I’d better wait and see how Stella reacted to my more extreme bedroom behaviour before I judged how perfect a match we were; she might run screaming once I’d chained her up a few times, I realised, clenching my teeth at the delicious image of Stella bound and restrained below me.

  Reaching behind herself Stella undid her bra next, the movement caused her breasts to jut forward and I dug my nails painfully into my palms with the effort not to drag the damn thing from her body. Finally, she slid the straps down her arms and the bra fell to the floor leaving Stella stood naked in front of me, panting breathlessly.

  She wasn’t the only one panting. She was so damn sexy that I was struggling to blink. I was struggling to breathe … fuck, I was struggling to function, full stop. I needed to chill out or I’d blow my load right here and now. Drawing in a breath, I counted down from five to zero in my head. I usually only used my countdowns when I was pissed off and close to punching something, or someone, but tonight it was for an altogether different reason – my sanity, and Stella’s safety, God knows how rough I’d be if I leapt on her now and took her without calming down first.