Sweet Silence

by Melinda Barron

  Sorcha wanted to cry out, to scream and ask him to let her talk, let her come. But more than wanting to come, she wanted to please him, and breaking the silence would go against his wishes. She internalized her screams, could almost hear them in her head as she watched his cock plunge in and out of her anus.

  He stopped after a few minutes, his hands moving down to check her bindings while his cock was still buried deep inside her.

  “Pain? Pressure? Panic?”

  She shook her head. If her bindings had let her, she would have thrust back at him. He remained still for several long minutes.

  The bells had stopped ringing and the room was quiet except for their breathing. Their shared stillness made her feel closer to him than she’d ever felt to Thomas. His fingers tickled the skin that peeked through the bindings and Sorcha knew she was close to orgasm.

  She wanted to scream for it, beg for it. Instead, she kept her mouth firmly shut.

  After a few minutes, he pulled back and thrust back in, slowly and smoothly, waiting almost a full minute before repeating the motion. He did that three more times, and began to thrust inside her harder and harder.

  “Make noise, Sorcha. Show your Master how much you’re enjoying his attention.”

  “Master, oh Master. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Yes. May I come, please? Please, Master.”

  “Not yet. Louder.” He grasped her hips and pumped harder. The ring rubbed her as his cock slid back and forth. One hand left her hip and sought her clit. He pulled on the clamp, the bell muffled by his fingers.

  “Come. Now.”

  Sorcha’s orgasm overtook her. She closed her eyes and could swear someone shot off fireworks in the room.

  “Diego! Oh my lord! Diego!”

  She struggled against her bonds, felt them slide across her sweaty skin. She wanted to touch him, wanted to move her arms as the passion rolled through her. Diego continued to drive into her, harder and harder and she felt a second climax build and spill over.

  Her body tightened, her anal muscles clenching him. His muttered, “fuck, holy fuck,” made her groan with happiness. He was feeling the same thing she was. When his thrusting stopped, he laid his head on her back.

  She felt her sweaty skin slip beneath her bonds and Diego hissed.

  “Lie still. There’s a chance of rope burns now. Give me a minute and I’ll get you out.”

  She heard him leave the room quickly, heard the running water in the bathroom. Seconds later he was back, moving the chair so she was again flat on her stomach. He rubbed her body.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine. Tingly from the orgasms.”

  “Plural? Did you have permission for the second one?”

  “No.” Her words were soft and she gulped. “My liege.”

  “If you can come that easily a second time, I’m going to have to think of a way to control it. I just thought it was a long first one.” He started to undo his knots. “This is an interesting development. You can come that hard, and make it seem like one. You’re going to have to learn to be honest with me. How many times did you come?”

  She felt almost naked with the ropes leaving her leg. “Twice, my liege. Am I in trouble?”

  “Not this time. But next time, yes. You’ll ask for permission for each one.” He finished the first leg and started on the second. When he’d untied both of them, and undone the bindings on her abdomen, she sighed.

  “Did that hurt? And you didn’t tell me?” The concern in his voice made her smile.

  “It didn’t hurt, Master. It was more a sigh of loss.”

  He helped her to sit. Her legs felt like jelly as she tried to stand.

  “Just sit there for a little bit and let me untie your arms.”

  Her shoulders creaked and ached when she was finally able to move her arms.

  “Just take it easy.” He ran his fingers up and down her flesh.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “Discolorations of the skin. I don’t see any. Instead, all I see are the beautiful marks the ropes left. They’ll take a while to fade.”

  He lifted her chin so their faces were even. He kissed the tip of her nose, then traced her lips with his own.

  “How about a nap?”

  “What time is it?”

  “After six.”

  Her eyes widened. “Are you kidding?”

  “Nope. Good bondage takes a while. That’s why safety is so important. Let’s sleep for a while; then we’ll go and get something to eat. You can take your chair punishment in the morning.”

  “Gee, thanks. I mean, my liege.”

  “You’re out of practice line isn’t working anymore. You’ve been my subbie for three days now. One more slipup and it’s the flogger for you.”

  She lifted her eyebrows. “Promise? Um, my liege?”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. “Or maybe not. I think you might enjoy it too much.”

  “No, I wouldn’t.”

  “Liar.” He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, setting her down gently before sliding in beside her and gathering her in his arms.

  “Go to sleep, Sorcha.”

  “Geez, I’d hate to tell everyone the great Diego Fuentes needs to rest after a bondage session.”

  “You are pressing your luck. Are you trying to top me? You’re not a switch in disguise, are you?”

  “Not at all, Master.”

  “Go to sleep. Now.”

  She closed her eyes, nestled against him. “Do you always let subbies sleep next to you?”

  “You’re the first subbie I’ve actually slept with in a while. But I think I kinda like it.” He stroked her arms and she sighed, her eyelids feeling heavier.

  “Me too, Master.”

  Chapter Ten

  On Monday, they’d gone to Ward’s office and Sorcha signed the agreement he’d drawn up, guaranteeing her first crack at the story when they arrested Jaymes. She already had the lead written in her mind, and wanted to call the main editor at the Trib, tell him his reporter wouldn’t be able to get the story. But she could. And the information could be verified. She was sure they would offer her a job. Within weeks, she would be back on the A-list, she would have a job with a steady income. She could hardly wait.

  It took them five hours to get to Las Cruces on Tuesday. After Sunday’s intense session, Diego hadn’t bound her again, saying her skin needed time to breathe. It still bore the slight indentations from the chair binding.

  Sorcha found herself looking at them often, running her hands along them and shuddering with the wonderful memory of Diego buried deep inside her anus, her bound body pulsing with pleasure as he thrust in and out of her of her rosette.

  He still hadn’t claimed his prize, and she wondered what he had in mind. When they were inside the hotel room, she rubbed her breasts.

  “Master?”

  “Yes, Sorcha?”

  “Can we? You know?”

  “Fuck? No, mi juguete, not right now. Besides, who’s the Master here? Sometimes, I think you’re lying to me about being a switch. Sit down. I want to talk about tomorrow, about what you’re going to say to your cousin. You have to be careful because conversations are monitored. If someone’s on the take, we’ll be sold out in seconds flat.”

  She sat down on the bed and he sat next to her, taking her hands in his.

  “Don’t mention Jaymes, or the murder.”

  “How am I supposed to get the tape?”

  “Is your cousin smart?”

  “He’s in prison, isn’t he? How smart can he be?”

  “Prisons are full of smart people who make stupid choices. How did you find out about the tape?”

  “He told his mother, and she told me.”

  “Here’s what you do. Mention a gift from his mother. See if he picks up on it. If he doesn’t, you may need to find a more direct route. After he knows what you’re after, ask him about an old girlfriend. See if he knows to mention the woman’s name.”r />
  “I hope he realizes what I’m after.”

  “Me, too. I really want to go with you but Ward’s right, it’s a bad idea. You make sure you don’t stop anywhere on the way there or back. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I mean it, Sorcha. This is very dangerous.”

  “How could Jaymes know we’re here?”

  “He’s everywhere, and he is smart. That’s why men like your cousin are in jail while he’s sitting at home watching his big screen TV, even after threatening the life of a cop.”

  “Which cop?” She looked him in the eyes, holding her gaze steady. The stare went on for a few minutes before he said, “Me.”

  Her heart fell. If Jaymes had killed Diego, she wouldn’t be here right now. She wouldn’t have had the fantastic experiences she’d had in the last few days. She wouldn’t be looking forward to more fantastic times with a man who had filled her heart, as well as her body.

  “He has to be stopped.” The words were almost whispered.

  “He will be. This’ll work.” He kissed her forehead. “Hungry?”

  “A little.”

  “Me, too. I know a nice little bar in a town not far from here called Dos Burros.”

  “Two donkeys? That really recommends it.”

  “I think they really meant two jackasses. It’s an inside joke about the owners, or so I hear. They make a mean cheeseburger there, and I always try to stop by when I’m around.”

  “More time in the truck? Can’t we just order pizza?”

  “Only about forty-five minutes. It’s down near the Mexico border.”

  “You’re the boss.”

  “Really? Sometimes, I think you forget that.” He stroked her thigh. “Put a dress on for me. And no panties.”

  * * * * *

  The bar was dark, and Sorcha thought that, although Diego recommended it, she wasn’t sure she wanted to eat anything prepared there. It didn’t seem very clean, and was mostly devoid of customers. A few men played pool near the back, with several women sitting near them. There were two bartenders, both Hispanic males with long black hair, one with a full beard.

  “Do you really want to eat here?”

  “Why, you don’t like it? It’s a great dive.”

  He nodded to the bearded bartender who came up and jerked his head in acknowledgement. His appearance did nothing to alleviate Sorcha’s misgivings about Dos Burros.

  “What can I get ya?”

  “Two beers,” Diego said.

  “Draft or bottle?”

  “Longnecks.” Diego turned to Sorcha, leaning in to kiss her neck. “Relax. I’ll protect you if anything happens. You’re safer here than you are taking on Dustin Jaymes, I can guarantee that.”

  “Whatever you say, my liege.” The bartender appeared and put bottles in front of them.

  “Six bucks.”

  Diego handed him his money, then clinked his bottle with Sorcha’s. “To a successful hunt tomorrow.”

  She watched the bartender walk off, stopping not far from them.

  “Sounds good,” she said, taking a swig and setting her bottle down. She’d barely swallowed the beer when Diego’s words made her cough.

  “Seeing that longneck in your mouth reminds me you haven’t given me a blowjob yet. And Thomas used to tout your deep throating abilities.”

  She put her hand to her check and she swallowed deeply.

  “Was he lying?”

  “No.” She darted her gaze to Diego.

  “I think it’s time I claimed my prize.” He thumped his finger against her nose and turned to the man who’d waited on them. “You got someplace private my lady can give me a blowjob?”

  “Diego!” Sorcha whispered, her body turning to jelly. Surely he was kidding? He expected her to perform here, in a dive near the border? She was tempted to turn around and walk out, but how would she get back to Las Cruces?

  “Holy fuck. You’re not kidding?” When Diego shook his head, the younger man laughed. “Fuck, yeah, the office is open. Can I watch?” He straightened his shoulders, an excited look on his face.

  Sorcha balked again, shaking her head furiously.

  “Of course you can,” Diego said, turning to Sorcha. The look he gave her made her toes curl. “Are you going to behave? Remember I won the bet, fair and square.”

  She nodded, part of her scared to death and part of her fascinated. She trusted Diego, but this was over the top.

  Diego turned back to the younger man. “I don’t share with people I don’t know, so don’t ask.”

  Sorcha sighed in relief.

  A dejected look came over his face; then he shrugged. “Fine, as long as I can watch. It’s back this way.”

  He jerked his head toward the edge of the counter and turned to his coworker. “Hey, Rico. Watch the bar for me.”

  “Sure, Joey.”

  Diego took Sorcha’s hand as they followed the man down a hall.

  “Please, Master. Something else?” She hissed the words at him, but he didn’t stop or acknowledge them. When they got to the office doorway he stopped.

  “You can do this. I won’t let him touch you. You don’t even have to get naked. And if you’re nice and sweet, I’ll fuck you tonight, however you want. Soft and sweet. Hard and long. Hell, we might even do it twice.”

  “Once in my, um…?” She lifted her gaze to his, her nerves settling somewhat when he smiled at her.

  “Once where? Tell me.”

  She looked away and shook her head. “You like it that way. You’re going to have to learn to ask for it. Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Master Diego. You’re my liege. But I don’t know if I can do this. Please, can’t you pick something else?”

  “No, I can’t. Do you want to obey your Master?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Relax.” He ran his fingers over her cheek and she nodded. “Now come and suck me deep into your throat.”

  Her hands shook as they entered the office and the man shut the door.

  “Joey, right?”

  “That right’s, Joey Cruz.” He held out his hand and Diego shook it.

  “Diego Fuentes, and this is my lady, Sorcha.”

  “Sorcha, huh? Well, she’s definitely magic. I can’t wait to see her suck you.”

  “Yes, she is magic.” Diego kissed her forehead, tracing his tongue down her nose before kissing her mouth. “What’s the best for you, baby? On your knees? Or you want to lie on the desk? It looks empty. You want me to stand, or sit?”

  Diego stroked her hair and Sorcha shivered. “Diego. Please.”

  He shook his head and mouthed, “Behave.” She responded with a shallow nod of her head. I can do this. I can do this. Just pretend he’s not there.

  “You stand, and I’ll kneel in front of you.” She knew her voice sounded wobbly and she hated it.

  “On your knees, baby.”

  Sorcha started to kneel, and stopped when Joey called out. He walked to the couch and picked up a big, fluffy pillow, putting it down in front of Sorcha.

  “Here.”

  “Thanks.” She frowned at him. It seemed a little out of character for the scruffy looking man to offer her comfort for her knees. She guessed his age at about twenty-eight, maybe younger. She looked at Diego, who was grinning at Joey and shaking his head.

  “Down, baby,” Diego said, turning back to her. Joey moved back a few steps and Sorcha knelt down. When Diego started to unbutton his jeans, she put her hands on his thick thighs.

  When he released his cock, it sprang to life in front of her face, already hard and ready for action. She stroked him gently as she tried to calm her nerves. He’d fucked her in the park, hadn’t he? Put her on her hands and knees and mounted her, while that other couple had watched. She’d been excited about that, even though she hadn’t known they were watching.

  She could do this. Diego was right, she wasn’t the one who was naked, he was. She kissed the head, then slid it into her mouth, careful not to ca
tch the ring on her teeth. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, sucking him in and out to create as much saliva as possible. She worked her hand up and down his hard shaft, his length pounding in her hand. Thomas had taught her how to deep throat him, and she’d only done it to him. But he hadn’t been nearly as large as Diego.

  She mentally told herself what to do. Get her mouth nice and wet, tip her head back slightly, and push her tongue down into her mouth. Once he was over the spot where she might gag, she could suck him deep inside, taking her down all the way to his balls.

  His hands toyed with her hair as she sucked him. She could hear his soft moans of encouragement and Joey’s murmured, “Fuck, yeah, suck him. Oh, man, how cool is that?”

  Both men’s words spurred her on. They excited her, and she worried for a moment that she was a little too turned on by the idea. She knew her pussy was wet; her thighs were sticky with her juices. But it wasn’t from Joey watching, it was from sucking Diego, sucking her Master.

  When she knew he was wet enough, she moved her hand down to his balls and sucked his shaft into her mouth. She stopped when he was almost all in. She relaxed her throat muscles and sucked him in a little more before coughing and pushing him out. She opened wider and sucked him in, the ring sliding against the back of her throat as her mouth hit his balls.

  She sucked with her throat as he grasped her hair. Her fingers tickled his balls as she slid off then took him back inside her, deeper than the first time. She flicked her tongue over his balls and he shuddered in response.

  “Ah, Dios mio. Eso se siente tan bueno, bebé. Tan bueno.” He shivered as she continued to suck him, her throat contracting around him as her tongue and fingers tickled his balls. “So fucking good. Oh, baby.”

  She took him in and out several times, each entrance easier than the last. When he was out she would suck the head of his cock, toying with the ring she loved so much. He would thrust his hips at her and she thrilled at his movements. Joey’s moans let her know he liked it, too.

  When she knew Diego was ready to come, she sucked him deep into her throat, stroking the underside of his cock with her tongue. She flickered her fingers over his balls, then trailed them back and caressed the spot between his balls and anus. She felt his cock expand in her throat and wanted to push him out. She couldn’t breathe as he shot his cum down her throat, his guttural moans filling the air, his fingers buried deep in her hair.