Working Girl: Volume Two

by Scarlett Metal

  Tonight I was going to do everything I planned for the weekend that never happened. This time she was here because she wanted to be and not because I was paying her.

  Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright, and I wasn’t sure if the cause was fear or anticipation. I had a feeling it was a little bit of both. I finally opened the door and turned on the light. I walked in and she followed behind me. I didn’t say anything, letting her take it all in on her own.

  It seemed like a normal bedroom at first glance, but if you looked closely, you could see it was built for kink. A large, wooden four-poster-bed was along the far wall. Various hooks lined the headboard and the foot of the bed. At the middle of the bed, a large hook hung from the ceiling. Next to the bed was a big cabinet that contained various sex toys. There was a big chair with a rug at the bottom, and even a spanking horse and St. Andrew’s cross.

  I’d had this room done when we moved in, but hadn’t used it yet. I was going to break it in with Violet when she spent the weekend with me, but since she turned me down, I had lost interest. I knew Leslie had plenty of other girls who would be wet and willing. Hell, I could go to the corner bar and find a woman to bring home, but none of them were her. She was the one I wanted to possess and consume.

  “This is quite the set up you have here,” she said softly.

  “It’s never been used,” I murmured. I didn’t want her to think I had a different woman up here every night to fuck. I walked closer to her, breathing in her scent. She smelled of vanilla and a hint of flowers, just like I remembered from our first night together.

  She looked up at me. “I find it hard to believe I’m the first woman in here,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

  “It’s true,” I shrugged and reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “I was going to bring you in here that weekend I wanted you here, but then you turned me down. The door has stayed locked since.” I glanced over to the bed and then back at her. “You are the only one I could picture tied to the bed, crying out my name in pleasure.”

  Her lips parted and a soft gasp escaped them. I reached out and took her face in my hands, bending down to kiss her. I tried to go slow and be gentle, but the need that had been building for months since I last had her overwhelmed me. Coupled with the emotions I was feeling since Charles was hurt, my lust had reached animalistic levels.

  I held her head in place as my mouth ravaged hers. My tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting inside and teasing hers. Her arms snaked around my neck and she pressed her body into me. I made love to her mouth, giving her a preview of what my cock was going to do when I finally fucked her.

  I finally tore my mouth away from hers, both of us panting and breathless. I leaned my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “I’m going into the bathroom. Get undressed while I’m in there, and sit in the middle of the bed. Wait for me.”

  She nodded against my head and I stood up. I pressed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “In here, you call me Master. Understood?”

  Something flashed across her green eyes, and I wasn’t sure if it was defiance or desire—maybe a bit of both. I knew she thought being submissive to me went against the independent life she built, but she couldn’t be more wrong. If she gave me a chance, I would show her that.

  “Yes, Master,” she said, her voice almost a whisper, and my cock twitched.

  “Good girl,” I smiled at her. “Now get undressed and I’ll be back in a second.” I patted her ass with my hand and went to the bathroom off the far corner of the room. I didn’t look to see if she was watching me or if she was doing as I asked. I shut the door with a smile and went over to the sink.

  I ran some cold water and glanced around. The bathroom was nothing fancy, but it did have a shower for two and a big whirlpool tub. The things I wanted to do to Violet would require a nice, long soak in the tub.

  I splashed some cold water on my face to calm myself down. My cock was so hard for her I thought about rubbing one out so I could take my time with her, but no, I would wait. I hadn’t been with another woman since our night together. I needed to come so bad it hurt, but waiting would make coming inside of her that much better. I couldn’t decide if I was going to come in her mouth or that sweet pussy of hers. Probably both before the night was over.

  I checked my phone, making sure I didn’t have any messages. I felt a little guilty taking this time for myself, but I needed her. I was going to get lost in her body and forget about all of my other problems for a few hours. It beat my original plan of getting drunk and passing out, anyway. Tomorrow was a new day, and I would go back to trying to find who hurt Charles.

  I stood there for a few minutes, picturing her luscious naked body sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting for me. She was probably ready, but I wanted her anticipation to grow. I loved making a woman excited for what was next, even though they had no idea what that next thing was.

  I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened the door and turned off the bathroom light, smiling at the sight that greeted me. She had done as I asked, taking off her clothes and even setting them neatly folded on the floor nearby. She was naked and kneeling in the middle of the bed, her hair over her shoulders and cascading over her breasts. Her nipples were hard and I couldn’t wait to take them into my mouth. They were going to look so sexy with my clamps on them.

  “You’re gorgeous, Violet,” I said as I started unbuttoning my shirt. I walked over to the bed and took it off, tossing it onto the floor. “I want to tie you to the bed. Is that okay?”

  She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  I winked at her and reached over to the drawer on the nightstand next to the bed. She watched, but I opened it only far enough to grab the black leather cuffs. There would be plenty of time to show her the other toys that were in there.

  “Give me your hands, please,” I said, and she held them out, offering them to me without a word. I gently put the cuffs on each wrist while she watched in silence. I tugged on them, making sure they were tight enough that she couldn’t get free. “They’re not too tight, are they?” I asked, watching her face for any sign she wasn’t okay. “I don’t want to cut off your circulation.”

  “They’re good,” she smiled shyly up at me. Fuck me, but seeing this softer side of her made me want to slam her down onto the bed and bury myself deep inside until she was marked as mine.

  This was what I wanted. I wanted a woman who was strong and could be my partner, but when we were alone behind closed doors, I wanted her to be my slut. From the moment I saw Violet walk into that hotel bar, I had a feeling she might be that woman if she only gave it a chance.

  “Now lie back,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. I watched her slide back on the bed and lay down. She spread out her arms for me and I hooked one cuff to the bed. I took her other hand and before I secured it, I planted a soft kiss on her palm.

  When she was tied to my bed, I slid down to the foot of the bed to survey my work. Her body was flush with her desire and her nipples were tight with need. Her lips were still swollen from my earlier assault and her eyes were bright with anticipation.

  “Now, what should I do with you?” I teased. I tapped her foot with my finger. “Spread those legs for me. I want to see how wet and ready you are for me.”

  Her knees fell apart, revealing her smooth, swollen pussy. She glistened with her juices and she was more than ready for me. My cock was so hard it hurt now, and I physically ached to be inside of her.

  I stood up on the bed next to her, sliding my hand along her thigh. She sucked in her breath when my hand moved just past her pussy. “Do you need me to touch you, Violet?”

  “Yes please, Master,” she said breathlessly, her hips stirring on the bed as she pulled on her restraints.

  “I’m not sure if I’m ready yet,” I said with a sigh. “You made me wait this long to have you again, maybe I should make you wait.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the frown on her face a
nd the way her eyebrows furrowed.

  I started stroking her thigh again. “I understand why you said no. I can’t blame you. I know how important your independence is to you.” I cupped her pussy with my hand. “I don’t want to take that from you. I think if we were together, you would only be stronger.” I started to stroke her swollen bud with my finger. “But we can discuss that later. Right now, I want you to tell me what you want.”

  Chapter Eight

  Violet

  Fuck me.

  That’s what I was screaming in my head when he asked what I wanted. Somehow, I knew asking for that right now would only prolong it and make him tease me longer.

  Being tied up and teased was a new thing for me. The men I was usually with wanted me to take charge. They had stressful jobs and wanted someone else to take control for the night. I was no Dominatrix by any stretch of the imagination, but I was used to taking the lead in the bedroom.

  When we first walked into the room, I almost turned around and walked out. Then I remembered the look on his face when he talked about Charles¸ and I set my reservations aside. I had my safe word, and as much as Deacon had infuriated me, I trusted him not do anything I didn’t want to.

  The look of pure, animal lust in his eyes when he came out of the bathroom to see me—naked, kneeling, in the middle of the bed—made it all worth it. It made my nipples tight and ache for his touch, and my pussy was throbbing for him to fill me.

  The men in my life have always been assholes; they didn’t care about me at all. When Deacon kissed my hand before he finished cuffing me to the bed, I almost melted. He was so gentle and caring; I was starting to understand the appeal of letting the man take charge in the bedroom. Tied up and helpless, all I could do was feel.

  As he lightly fingered my clit, bringing me close to the edge of release without letting me tumble over, I could see his erection bulging in his pants. I licked my lips, wishing my arms were free so I could undo his pants and take him into my mouth.

  He plunged two fingers into me, causing me to arch up off of the bed. “Do you wish my cock was inside you?”

  “Yes,” I mumbled, circling my hips and riding his hand.

  He pulled his fingers out and I cried out in frustration. “Yes, what?” he growled.

  “Yes, Master!” I answered without hesitation, hoping he would put his fingers inside me again.

  He brought his fingers up and I could see them glistening with my juices. He sucked them into his mouth. “Mmmm.” He pulled them out. “You taste as good as I remember.” I shivered and he put his hand between my legs again. His fingers reentered me, moving slowly, circling my clit with his thumb. He put his face next to mine as he finger fucked me. “I’m going to make you come all over my hand and then let you lick it clean.” I whimpered and he smiled. “Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Master,” I replied. I didn’t hesitate that time. I wasn’t going to risk him stopping again.

  “Good girl,” he said, before bending his head and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I cried out and my back bowed off the bed, my body consumed with the need to have him take more of me…to take all of me.

  My nipple popped out of his mouth and he looked up at me, his eyes hooded with lust. “Don’t forget to ask me for permission to come.” He leaned over me and moved to take my other nipple into his mouth, not even waiting for my answer.

  He started to move his fingers faster inside me, pressing on my clit harder. My release was building deep in my womb and I was afraid I would explode. Being helpless beneath him allowed me to just feel, and I was teetering on the edge of a climax I was afraid was going to rip me in two.

  He took my nipple between his teeth and lightly pulled, and I screamed. “Please, Master, may I come?”

  “Come for me, Violet,” he growled around my breast before sucking it hard and pressing on the inner wall of my pussy with his fingers.

  My body tensed and my mouth opened in a silent scream before the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clamping down on the fingers he was fucking me with. I trembled and moaned, but he kept his fingers inside me and his mouth on my breast, riding out my pleasure until he had rung every last bit of it from me.

  Eventually he pulled his hand from my sex, and I was almost embarrassed with how covered it was with my cum. He brought it up to my lips and I opened my mouth. He put his fingers in and I closed my lips around him, licking them clean with my tongue and sucking all of my juices from him.

  “Damn, you are sexy,” he said as I opened my mouth so he could remove his fingers. He climbed up off the bed and I felt a rush of cool air now that his warm body wasn’t right next to me. He stood next to me and undid his pants, pushing them past his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock sprung free, the pre-cum visible on the tip.

  He gathered it up on his finger and came back to my mouth. He traced my lips with it, covering them like he was applying lip gloss. Then he kissed me hard as he moved on top of me, pressing his erection against my belly. He pinned my already tied up arms down on the bed as he teased my tongue with his. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist, trying to move so he would slip inside me.

  He reached down and put his hands on my hips, pressing his fingers firmly into my flesh. “Stop, Violet. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” I took a deep breath and nodded. He removed his hands and cupped my breasts in his hands. He teased the nipples, running the pads of his thumbs over them until I was whimpering beneath him.

  “Please,” I pleaded beneath him, the words escaping before I even thought about it.

  He ran his tongue over one nipple slowly with a long stroke. “Please, what?” he asked before doing the same to the other nipple.

  “Please fuck me, Master,” I whispered, my arms shaking as they were spread out on the bed.

  “Well, since you said please,” he grinned and reached for some condoms in the night stand. He got on his knees between my legs and unwrapped a condom. I watched him roll it down his cock, my pussy aching in anticipation of him filling me.

  When he was done, he took his cock in his hand and positioned it at my entrance. “Is this what you want?” he asked and thrust hard into me before I could even answer. I cried out as he filled the ache that had been building in me since I’d arrived at his apartment.

  He reached up and wrapped a hand around my throat. “You would look so hot with my collar around your neck while I fucked you.” He squeezed gently while he moved slowly in and out of me, and I moaned. If he had said that an hour earlier, I probably would have slapped him, but being tied to his bed had definitely changed my perspective.

  “Would you like that, Violet? Would you like to be Mine?” he asked through gritted teeth as he picked up the pace. He tilted his hips so his pubic bone was rubbing against my clit. He stopped when I didn’t answer him.

  “Be a good girl and answer me,” he said, pulling his cock out of me so just the head was inside.

  “Yes,” I cried out. “Yes, I would like to be Yours.” I probably would have offered away my first born for him to start fucking me again.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” he murmured and rammed his cock back into me, this time harder than before. His hands were on my thighs, pushing my legs back. This position let him get deep and hard, hitting the spot inside my pussy walls that was going to send me down a spiral of pleasure unlike I’d ever felt before.

  “I want you to come with me,” he said as he fucked me. “Just tell me when you’re close so I can come with you.” Sweat was dripping down his forehead and chest and I wanted to lick it from him as it trailed down his well-chiseled muscles.

  “I’m so close already,” I moaned, looking down to watch him slide in and out of my wet sex. I closed my eyes and laid my head back. He drove harder and deeper into me, and I was barely able to cry out “Now!” before my eyes rolled back in my head and my body exploded around his cock. I twitched and trembled beneath him. He dug his fingers into my thighs and th
rust a few more times before letting out a harsh breath with his own climax.

  He braced himself with his arms on either side of my head while his breathing returned to normal. He got off the bed to get rid of the condom before un-cuffing one arm, rubbing the wrist and kissing it gently, then walking around and doing the same to the other arm. He got back on the bed and put an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, turning his head to kiss my forehead.

  I wrapped an arm around his waist and hooked my leg with his. “Very okay.” My body was humming from the two most intense orgasms I’d ever had. I was a fairly orgasmic woman, but the things Deacon did to my body were unlike anything I’d felt before. So yeah, I was very okay.

  “We’re just getting started, you know,” he said, reaching down to put a hand on my ass. “There are so many things I want to do to you. I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced.”

  I shivered and hugged his waist, speechless. I believed him when he said just getting started, and it didn’t pay to argue anyway.

  “Did you like being restrained?” he asked, rubbing my shoulders.

  “Yes,” I replied softly, pressing my hips against him as I thought about how it felt to be helpless beneath him. Who knew giving up control could be so damn sexy?

  We didn’t talk any more for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I didn’t know what was going to happen between us, but I could tell things had changed. I no longer wanted to fight him and was ready to be open to anything he had in mind.

  I must have dozed off when I heard a phone ringing. I opened my eyes and Deacon reached for his phone, keeping one arm around me.

  “Deacon Harris,” he answered tersely.

  As he listened to the person talking on the other end of the phone, his eyes widened. “I’ll be right there,” he said and hung up. He sat up and grabbed my hand. “Charles is awake. I have to get to the hospital.” He jumped out of bed and picked up his shirt. I watched, not saying a word. I understood his hurry, but that was it.