by Blue Kincaid
Sebastian’s mouth traveled down the side of her neck to the point where her pulse thundered, pressing a soft kiss there. “Very much. But I don’t need you to simply obey me or let me do whatever I want…I need you to give to me. Give me your trust, your submission, feel it deep down inside you and the rest will come.”
If he kept talking all sexy and sultry against her skin that way, she was gonna come.
She did think she understood a little, though. She did feel something inside, beyond arousal and excitement. This…hunger almost. And it reached for him. As if he could satisfy it, as if only he could. She’d felt glimmers of it when she’d done a little reading into the BDSM life the first time Chad had brought her to the club. She’d always assumed it was a curiosity, but now she thought it was more. It was a craving and instinctively it sought out Bas as the one to fulfill it.
Her eyes closed and she drew in a deep breath, searching it out, that feeling inside. Giving it freedom and exhaling softly as her body arched back against him, head tipping back against his broad chest.
Bas groaned against her bare shoulder. “Good girl, that’s it. Do you feel it?”
She nodded, legs shifting apart slightly, hips tilting back. “Yes.”
He released his hold on her wrists, but she didn’t move them, flattening her palms against the smooth, cold glass. Under other circumstances it might feel frigid against her skin, but she was bordering on overheated as it was, so it actually felt nice as she leaned forward, cheek pressed against it, heart racing in anticipation. She wasn’t sure what he would do with her, but she was dying to find out.
“Bas?” she whispered.
“Yes?” he replied, hands slowly sliding down her arms, fingers brushing the sides of her breasts as his touch glided down her sides.
“People can see me.” She had a clear view of the sidewalk, illuminated by streetlights.
“It’s the middle of the night and twenty-six degrees out. No one will see you.”
“What if someone is walking their dog?”
“Hmm, that’s a possibility.” His amused tone said he was teasing her. So were his hands, which reached her hips and slid down her thighs to stop just where her hem did, then began to slowly, ever so slowly, inch back up, bringing the dress with them. Oh god. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, panting softly now. “No.”
“Then we won’t worry about who might see. Besides…it might be a little exciting, don’t you think?”
She’s never considered that. Would it be exciting? She stared down at the sidewalk and imagined there was a person standing there looking up, watching as Sebastian slowly lifted her skirt…her pussy clenched tightly. “Oh yes.”
Bas chuckled. “Good girl. You’re a wanton underneath all that wide-eyed innocence, aren’t you?”
Drew beamed, feeling quite proud of herself because Bas sounded very, very pleased with the discovery. “I might be, I think. I didn’t know that.”
“Amazing what you can learn about yourself when you step outside your comfort zone. Lesson number four. Take chances. Experience things you don’t know if you’ll like, because maybe you will.”
Drew was very glad she’d taken the chance tonight. It would not have been this way if things had gone according to Chad’s plans. She would not be being thoroughly seduced by the giant, gorgeous Nordic god who owned her for the night. She smiled suddenly. “But I should only try them with the right person…like you said, lesson number one, only a man who treats me like a treasure.”
Bas slid his arms around her for a second, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Yes. Thank you.”
Drew shivered, unsure what she’d done so right that he had to stop and hug her. “For what?”
“For listening. For learning. You’re going to be a joy to train, little one.”
Her heart stopped, breath whooshing from her lungs. “Is that what you’re doing? Training me for what?” She’d be gone in the morning. Did he…oh! Maybe he wanted to see her again. Date maybe. Or…more. She swore she might be glowing, hoping that was what he meant.
Bas didn’t say anything for a second, then slid his hands down again to catch the hem of her dress and resume drawing it up. “It’s early, little one. I shouldn’t presume anything. We can revisit this conversation in the morning.”
Drew nodded breathlessly. But she couldn’t help but think he did want to see her again. It wasn’t like he could train her for anything in one night. Even if she was a super-fast learner, obviously. “Okay…now what?”
Bas laughed, lips skimming her nape. “Now we find something much more interesting to do than talk.”
Drew might have protested that she liked talking to him, liked talking in general, but just then his fingers brushed the edge of her panties along her hips and she couldn’t have spoken if her life depended on it. She was too busy holding her breath waiting for those fingers of his to venture into more…dangerous territory.
When he didn’t move them, she wiggled impatiently, glancing back over her shoulder. “You’re not touching me.” Okay, so it might have come out as a bit of a whine. Maybe more than a bit. But if he would just –
Before she could even finish her thought, Sebastian’s big hand cracked across her panty-covered ass, sending a shockwave through her.
“I don’t like whining,” he murmured, mouth still nibbling against her nape. “If you want something, Drusilla, ask for it.”
She wrinkled her nose at his use of her given name. She hated that name so much. It wasn’t even spelled right. Not only did her ditzy mother – whom she loved dearly – name her after a wicked stepsister, she’d gotten the spelling totally wrong.
But despite hating him using her name, she definitely did like the sizzle of reaction that swept through her from the smack. Maybe he’d do it again if she whined some more. But he had said if she wanted something to say so, which implied he might give it to her. That was worth a try first.
“Would…would you do that again? The, um…smacking thing?” Her cheeks might just incinerate from how hard she was blushing. She probably looked like she had a deadly fever or something.
Bas palmed her ass cheek then, his big hand covering it, squeezing, sort of…kneading it. She shivered. “Did you like that?” he asked.
Drew nodded. Her heart raced as Bas pushed her dress higher and gathered the material in his fist at the small of her back. His other hand caught her panties and whisked them down around her thighs and suddenly, somehow, she was standing there looking down on all of Arlington, Virginia with her girly bits on display. And she loved the way it felt.
Sexy and naughty and dirty and powerful. Brave and shivery and scary. Most of all she wanted to know what came next. Sebastian held the answer to that question.
He answered it by sliding his free hand boldly between her thighs, cupping her most intimate parts from behind. Ohhh…he must feel how wet she was. He’d hardly touched her but her body didn’t seem to care and had gone and lubed her up like she was preparing for a gangbang for god’s sake. His middle finger, big and thick and slightly rough at the fingertip, eased between her slick folds and she nearly buckled, leaning heavily on the glass as that rough fingertip grazed her clit.
“Oh god,” she whispered, knees shaking.
His mouth moved from her nape to just behind her ear, breath hot against her sensitized skin, making it hard to even stand as he lazily stroked across her clit. “To answer your question, little one, yes I will do that ‘smacking thing’ again. All you have to do is ask very, very sweetly. Lesson number five – the word ‘please’ is a submissive’s best friend.”
Her eyes closed, hips tilting further back to allow him better access to her body, all the parts that craved his touch the most. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, will you?” Was she really asking a total stranger to spank her? Life seemed very topsy turvy right then, and she wondered if somewhere along the line she’d eaten a strange cookie and followed the wrong rabbit down somebod
y else’s hole.
Bas gave her nape a gentle bite, his blunt fingertip tapping against her slit in a maddening rhythm that made her blood pound to the same, slow, sensual beat. “Will I what, little one?”
Ohhh, he was going to make her say it. Her eyes closed, cheek still pressed to the cool glass. “Will…oh god…will you please, um…” It was like the words were stuck in her throat, strangling her. She whimpered. “I don’t think I can say it,” she whispered, glancing back at him. What if he stopped, what if he decided she couldn’t really be anyone’s submissive and sent her away?
Instead of that, though, Sebastian smiled at her and circled his fingertip against her clit a bit faster, more firmly, sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through her. “Yes, you can. You got up on that stage tonight and let a room full of strangers bid to purchase you…you can do this. Just ask, that’s all.”
He sounded so sure she could do it, she didn’t want to let him down. The urgent feeling inside, the craving she’d identified earlier, certainly didn’t want to let him down. She took a deep breath, trembling.
“I…I want you to…I want you to spank me,” she breathed in a rush, eyes squeezing shut and forehead pressed to the window. “Please?”
Bas immediately rearranged her, pulling her hips back, making her have to bend more at the waist, hands braced on the glass. He let go of her dress, but she was bent over far enough that it didn’t slide down, remaining hiked up around her waist, panties still halfway down her thighs. Drew could just imagine the visual she made. Did Bas like what he saw?
Before the question – and the self-doubts it brought whisking to the surface – could overwhelm her and ruin the moment, Sebastian’s big hand cracked sharply across her exposed ass, making her jolt. Her eyes flew open and she yelped, the blow harder than the playful slap earlier. It had a similar effect though, sending ripples of pain out from the point of contact and then, half a second later, pleasure followed, spreading like a wave of heat over her.
He alternated, first one cheek, then the other, each strike jolting her against the window, drawing a sharp cry from her. As the sting grew, the flesh going hot and tender, Drew expected the pleasure to fade in direct proportion to how much it began to hurt. Instead, it happened the opposite – the pleasure began to eclipse the pain at some point and her body shook like a leaf as the arousal buffeted her. She couldn’t even explain where the pleasure came from. The heat, maybe, spreading across her skin, sinking deep within her. But that wasn’t quite it. She couldn’t explain it, maybe Bas could if she asked him later. He seemed to know everything about this kind of thing.
So she didn’t worry where it was coming from, just surrendered to it, her body reacting as if every slap was a lover’s caress. By the time he stopped, she was wetter than before, even, which was saying something. She thought if he’d kept going just a little while longer – she might have come without any further stimulation.
It took her breath away and she melted into him when Bas wrapped himself around her from behind. Instead of clothes, though, she felt skin against her lower back, skin and the tickle of body hair, and realized he must have shed his shirt. Part of her was dying to turn around and get a good look at him minus some clothes, but it felt so good the way he was sort of cocooned around her – big and gentle and reassuring. What might have been scary wasn’t because he was so careful with her. Plus, he’d put her in the position she was in, she didn’t want to move until he gave some indication he was done.
“Tell me what you feel,” he murmured against her hair.
She shuddered, trying to pin down her rampaging emotions in order to answer him. “Um…stingy?” That wasn’t really an emotion, but Bas laughed softly and the sound made her warm and sort of bubbly inside. “Sorry, uh…turned on. Really, really turned on. Do…do you know why?”
He shook his head. “No, why?”
Drew blinked. Oh. “Oh, no, I…I was really asking. Why does it turn me on, do you know?” She never, ever would have guessed she’d like being spanked so much. She’s seen a video online once and it’d been hot, but she still hadn’t anticipated her own reaction would be so overwhelming.
Bas nudged her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. “I don’t think the answer is the same for everyone. Lesson number six, though, little one. If it feels good and everybody consents, it’s okay. Don’t let anyone make you feel ashamed for liking something.”
Timely advice, because she’d been getting a little squirmy thinking about what people might think of her if they knew. Which no one did know, of course, but even if they did, so what? Bas’s assurance definitely helped cut the embarrassment off at the root. “Okay.”
Bas turned her then, straightening her up and pinning her back against the glass. She shivered, arching toward him, breath hitching when his big hand caught her jaw and gently tipped her face up to him. “Tell me what you do if someone tries to shame you for what you enjoy.”
Drew smiled hesitantly, teeth catching her lower lip. “Tell them to fuck off.” Then giggled because she didn’t usually curse and it felt just as naughty as the spanking she’d just received.
But Bas was grinning at her, expression proud, and she knew it’d been the right answer. “Good girl.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and the next thing she knew he had her lifted off the floor and her back pressed against the cold glass. It was an erotic mix, him so warm and big against her front, the glass so cold against her back and her sandwiched in between feeling like she was melting into lava. Her panties were still tangled around her thighs and somehow it felt dirtier than if they’d been gone altogether. She was beginning to really like dirty.
Goodness, he kissed like the devil – or how she imagined the devil might kiss. Overwhelming her senses, washing away any doubts she might have had. His tongue was wicked and encouraged her to be wicked, too. So she was, clinging to him, kicking out of her panties so she could wrap her legs around his hips and settle her aching, wet pussy directly against the hard ridge of his cock through his pants. Oh, so bad. His pants were going to be wet from her body and she couldn’t find it in herself to be even a little bit embarrassed by it.
Then the kiss broke and he eased her back down to her feet. Drew clung to him, panting. Why was he stopping? Bas turned her to face the window again, and her heart raced, hips thrusting back in unashamed offering. If he didn’t fuck her soon…
“Stay.”
It took a few seconds to register the command and by then he was halfway across the room. “But…”
He turned and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t move.”
She went completely still, but didn’t even try to hide the sulking disappointment. Why was he stopping, where was he going and did he really need to order her to ‘stay’ like a puppy? She ought to be offended, but deep down she had to admit…she kind of liked him giving orders. Even if they weren’t exactly what she wanted right that moment. In the end, she was pretty sure Bas was going to give her everything she wanted…and a lot that she hadn’t even known she wanted.
He was back at her side less than half a minute later, carrying a segment of silky-looking blue rope. Blue like blueberries, not blue like the sky, it was so pretty and yet it scared her more than a little. Bas must have seen it because he wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her gently, nuzzling her mouth as if he could feed off it.
“Lesson number seven. Nothing happens you don’t want. Tell me to put the rope away, Drew. It’s okay.”
She shook inside, pondering that. Then met his eyes – beautiful icy blue eyes – and shook her head. “No. Don’t put it away.” Lord, she was really going to have to assess her ability to make decisions in the moment because she was pretty sure allowing a man she’d known for less than an hour tie her up wasn’t the brightest idea she’d ever had.
But wasn’t she planning to allow Chad to do the same thing? What more did she know about him, really? Half the time he kind of annoyed her, if she was honest. Bas, though…oh, he was differ
ent. Everything about him made her want to obey, to give him what he asked for and everything he didn’t, too.
“I want. I do.”
He smiled. “Do you want to ask what I’m going to do?”
She bit her lip. “Um…is it okay if I don’t? I mean, I know I can, the whole consensual thing, right? I know. I just…it’s all gonna freak me out some, I think and maybe I’d rather just experience this. I don’t know, it feels stupid to say go ahead and do whatever because, duh, barely know you, but…I think maybe I’m safer with you than I would be anybody I hooked up with on a night out. I’m sober, a hundred people know I’m with you, my best friend who is super protective knows where I am and I swear to god will hunt you down like a miniature Korean Liam Neeson if you hurt me, so…can I just say yes now and that be it?”
Bas smiled down at her. “Yeah, we can do that. With the caveat that if your decision changes, you tell me immediately. Clear?”
Drew’s breath hitched as the wicked gleam in his eyes seemed to take over. Oh, she was either going to really, really regret this decision or it just might go down in her personal history as the number one choice she ever made.
Chapter Four
She expected him to take her to his bedroom and tie her to the bed, but he didn’t. Instead, he kept them right where they were, brought her wrists together in front of her and bound them with the soft rope. Not too tight, but the way he did it was…fancy in a way she hadn’t known rope could be. Looping back and forth like an infinity symbol around each wrist several times, then wrapped snugly around the center of the rope between her wrists, then tied off and the ends tucked. The result was more art than bondage and Drew brought her bound wrists up to look at them, examining the beauty of it.
“Wow…you’re really good at tying girls up.”
Bas chuckled, taking her bound wrists by the rope and stretching them high above her head, pinned to the window. He pressed his whole body against hers, one knee nudging between her thighs. “It’s a…passion of mine.”
