Stiff Discipline

by Ember Cole

  The lacy black bra barely covers my breasts, and the matching panties are really just for decoration. I want him to be surprised when he sees what’s underneath—another of Bekka’s ideas. The red stilettos are impractical, but I don’t plan on being on my feet for very long.

  His jaw hardens, and he pushes the chair back to stand. His eyes grow darker with hunger, and he grips the edge of the desk like it’s his lifeline. “What are you doing?”

  I love the way his voice goes low, gravelly and deep, when he’s in control mode. With a quick breath for courage, I go for it. This will be the deciding moment.

  Instead of answering, I let my gaze drop to the floor and sink to my knees. Then I clasp my hands behind my back like I saw online and wait. My pulse pounds recklessly in my ears. If he sends me away again, I’ll accept it, but at least I can say I tried.

  The only sound is Daniel’s harsh breathing. It gets more ragged as the seconds pass.

  “Fuck,” he growls, and then I hear him moving. His boots appear right in front of me. “You are waving a red flag in front of a fucking bull, babygirl.”

  My pulse soars when he calls me that. It means I’m getting to him.

  “Look at me.”

  My gaze snaps to his face, and he groans. His eyes grow so dark they look black.

  “Do you have any idea what it does, seeing you on your knees in front of me ready to do whatever the fuck I tell you? It’s a fucking wet dream come true.”

  He cups my chin and strokes his thumb over my jaw. When he brings his thumb to my lips, I open without being asked. He slides between my teeth.

  “Suck.”

  His one-word command sets my blood on fire. I wrap my lips around it and do what I’m told, using my tongue to stroke over the pad. He moves it in and out several times. A growl rumbles in his chest. He removes his thumb and slides the wetness from my mouth over my bottom lip.

  “You think you’re ready for this? For me?”

  I nod, never breaking eye contact. He hasn’t told me to look away yet. His free hand moves to his belt, and I hear the clink as he unfastens it, then pulls it free. I want to look down so badly, to see if this is affecting him as much as it does me, but I don’t.

  He moves around behind me, and I feel him kneel down. Soft leather slides around my wrists, looping back and forth until my arms are bound at the small of my back. Daniel leans forward, his breath hot in my ear.

  “Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. Anything makes you uncomfortable, you say the word. Unless you speak up, I’m not stopping, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. Wetness already coats the inside of my thighs. Holy God, I hadn’t really thought through some of the things I read about, but being here, not knowing what he plans to do, is making me crazy with anticipation.

  I swear my heart is going to beat right out of my chest.

  “You are so fucking perfect,” he says, dragging a finger over my shoulder. “So fucking innocent.”

  I feel him move, then his lips are on the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck. Goose bumps explode over my entire body when he bites down, not to hurt me but enough to show he’s in charge.

  I fight the moan trapped in my tight throat.

  “Didn’t get enough last night?”

  I shake my head.

  “You think you can handle more?”

  I nod.

  He shifts, and his front is pressed up against my back. He slides one hand over my hip, lower until he’s cupping between my legs. I moan when he presses the heel of his hand upward, right against my aching clit.

  “Knowing you’ve never had a man inside that sweet pussy of yours…” He slides his hand up over my stomach, over my breast. I can feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my hands. “It makes me want to lay you down on the floor and claim every fucking inch of your body.”

  He wraps his fingers around the column of my neck, and I gasp.

  “Spread those knees.”

  I do, and Daniel slides his hand into the front of my panties, down to where I’m swollen and aching.

  He smooths his fingers over my folds, and a low rumble vibrates through his chest. “Christ, babygirl, you’re bare. Did you do that for me?”

  I nod.

  “Mmm, I can’t wait to get my mouth on that bare pussy.” He slides one of his thick fingers in and out of me and groans. “So wet for me already. I’m going to make you feel good, but I need you to hold very still.”

  His grip around my throat tightens, and I go dizzy with need. Last night he made me beg before he let me come. Is he going to do it again? The idea of waiting, of being taken to the edge and then left suspended over it, is almost enough to make me come on the spot.

  He already has me on the brink, holding me by the throat as he works my pussy. I’m a trembling, whimpering mess, and I need to come but I want to be his good girl.

  Shivering, I press into the stretch of my thighs to keep from rocking against his hand, but that only spreads me wider to his touch.

  He adds a second finger, and my body starts to shake. “That’s it,” he growls. “Give me all of that pussy.”

  My orgasm is building so fast, I can’t keep up. Panic clutches my chest. What if I can’t hold it in? What if I come before he lets me?

  “You won’t,” he says.

  I didn’t mean to say that aloud, but I’m so far gone I can barely think straight. He tips my head back and draws my earlobe between his teeth.

  The pressure on my throat changes as he slides his hand higher, holding just below my chin, and my moans grow ragged, stifled. Air wheezes in and out of my lungs as the tension between my legs builds to near unbearable levels.

  “Mmm, you like this,” he growls in my ear. “You like my hand around your throat and my fingers buried in your wet little pussy. I couldn’t sleep last night for how badly I wanted you like this, tied up and completely at my mercy. I could fuck you so good…”

  His words make me see stars.

  “You want to come, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  He slows his fingers, but it only makes the strokes over my G-spot more deliberate. My thighs shake. I can’t think. Can’t focus on anything except the need to orgasm.

  “Please,” I choke out.

  “Please what, babygirl?”

  God, he almost sounds amused.

  A sob breaks from my lips. I need him to give me permission, and I don’t know why. I could tumble over the edge at any second, but I fight it because I want to please him. I want him to have complete control over my body.

  I try to swallow past his grip on my neck. “Please let me come.”

  His lips are hot against my ear. He’s going to say no. He did it last night until I was almost crazy with want. Does he not see that I’m already there?

  He drags his fingers over that spot inside me, so slowly that a scream builds in my throat. I’m strung even tighter than before. Every nerve ending is starting to short-circuit. My whole existence revolves around his fingers. His hand. I teeter, my entire focus on the tension between my legs.

  He keeps pushing. This is worse than last night, because he’s not easing back. He pumps into my pussy with brutal force, and his fingertips press deeper into the tender flesh of my neck with each thrust. I can’t hold out much longer.

  “Daniel,” I gasp.

  “Come.”

  One word. A command.

  I try to suck in a ragged breath, but he bites down on my earlobe and tightens his grip on my throat until my air is completely cut off. My body bows and shatters in a silent scream. I buck uncontrollably, and his legs clamp the outside of my thighs, keeping me still. He keeps working my pussy, pushing me beyond what I thought I could take. Every time I think it’s finally finished, he drives me higher, over another edge I didn’t know existed.

  Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure pounds through my head and pulls me under so deep I can’t find my way back up. Tears roll down my cheeks. I can’t see, can’t h
ear, can’t breathe. There’s nothing but the thundering of my own heartbeat in my ears. I spasm around his fingers with every movement. It’s nothing I can control. He owns my body. Owns every aftershock that rolls through me, every silent cry.

  Finally, his fingers loosen, and I gulp air into my lungs.

  I’ve never experienced anything this powerful before. Like he blew me into a million pieces, then pulled me back together again. His hand slides from my neck to my waist and pulls me tight against his chest. His fingers inside me slow, bringing me back to earth seconds at a time. I can feel the wild pounding of his heart, the harsh exhales as he tries to catch his own breath.

  His lips are right above my ear, whispering low words that soothe and make me feel safe in his arms. I don’t know what it is about this man that’s so familiar, so comfortable, even as he pushes me to the edge of insanity. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and never let me leave.

  I’m shaking so hard that I can barely stay upright. If not for Daniel’s hold on me, I’m sure I’d fall to the floor and not even care. He kisses my shoulder and gently helps me to my feet, not an easy thing with my hands still bound behind my back, and then moves in front of me.

  My legs are wobbly, and I’m still trying to catch my breath when he nudges my chin up. I meet his stare and lose what little control I have of my heart. His eyes practically glow with hunger and fear. His gaze moves over my face, my neck. “Are you okay?”

  I nod. I thought he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body, but that look reignites the need for more. His face is inches from mine, and he cups my cheek, cradles my jaw in his hand, and tugs me closer. His lips are soft at first, teasing, coaxing me to open to him.

  When he slides his hand back and tangles his fingers in my hair, a zing of electricity surges and settles between my legs. I groan when his tongue slides into my mouth, silky smooth and oh so hot as it traces mine. He’s the only man who has ever kissed me like this, so all-consuming that I lose myself in seconds.

  Daniel alternates between stroking my tongue and teasing my bottom lip with his teeth. I try to move with him, but he’s making me feel like an amateur. With one strong hand, he tightens his grip on my hair and holds my head still. His other arm slides around my waist, and then I’m pressed against his body, the hardness in his jeans digging into my stomach.

  “I hope you’re ready for round two, babygirl. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He rumbles the words against my lips, and my legs turn to Jell-O. I’m not sure just how much pleasure I can take before I lose my mind, but have a feeling that tonight I might find out.

  “It might kill me, but I can’t think of a better way to go,” I say breathlessly.

  He smiles and kisses me again, deep and hard, and when he pulls back I’m panting. Before I can clear my vision, he sweeps me up and off my feet. Without my hands, I’m off-balance and for a second, I feel like I’m going to fall.

  “I’ve got you.” Daniel presses a kiss to my temple, and I relax against his chest, secure in his arms, as he moves toward the back of the office, to the door I saw last night.

  He carries me into what appears to be a small studio apartment. I catch a glimpse of a basic bed tucked against the far wall, some sort of kitchenette, and one very comfy-looking armchair. There’s only one small lamp in here somewhere, because everything is bathed in soft light and shadows.

  Daniel sets me on my feet, and behind me, I hear the door shut and the lock click. He unbuckles the belt from my wrists, and I swing my arms in front of me, shaking them a little to get the blood flowing. I have no idea what he has planned next, and the not knowing only heightens the arousal building inside me.

  “Undress,” he says quietly.

  I immediately push down my panties and step out of them. When I start to slip the heels off, he stops me.

  “Leave the shoes.”

  My heart slams against my chest, and a new wave of slickness coats my thighs. My hands shake when I reach back and unclasp my bra. As it falls to the floor I realize this is the first time I’ve been completely naked in front of him.

  His dark gaze eats me up, moves over my body in hot, lazy strokes I can almost feel. I drop my stare to the floor, feeling self-conscious and vulnerable while he’s still dressed. But even in this state, something inside me flares to life. My clit throbs the longer I stand there, and my nipples are so hard they ache.

  “Hands.”

  The low command makes my blood boil. I raise them in front of me and hear his groan of approval. The belt is back. He wraps it around my wrists, securing me once again but this time in the front. With each loop of the leather, my breathing grows shallower.

  It echoes the ragged breaths coming from Daniel.

  “You respond so perfectly. Have you done this before?” His tone carries a note of warning, and I’m quick to shake my head.

  “Only now. Only with you.”

  “Right answer, babygirl.” He stops long enough to crush his lips against mine, taking my mouth with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.

  When the belt is buckled, he takes my wrists and leads me to the corner of the room. I love how he moves. Everything is so controlled, like every movement has a purpose. Will he be controlled and purposeful when he fucks me? Or will it be as dark and wild as his eyes when I submit to his commands?

  He stands me against the cold plaster and secures me to some kind of water pipe running floor to ceiling. The position forces my back to arch and thrusts my breasts out.

  Then his lips are on my nipple, teeth nipping before his tongue strokes against the bite of pain. The sudden burst of pleasure makes me cry out and sway toward him. He reaches out, plays with the other side, twisting and rolling the hard peak between his fingers as he does the same with his teeth.

  Lost in a haze of desire, I let myself feel his hard, callused hands on my body. An inferno rages inside me and grows hotter with every nip, every suck. I shift my thighs, trying to find the friction I need that will send me over the edge.

  I already know what kind of pleasure he can wring from my body. Now I want to know what he’ll feel like inside me. I’m not going to let him walk away again. I came down here for a reason, and I’m not letting him distract me. I want him and he wants me, and I will not leave a virgin.

  I want to be with him in every sense of the word.

  “Daniel,” I whimper when his tongue glides down the middle of my stomach.

  “Eyes on me, do not look away.” He goes to his knees in front of me, and I know what he’s going to do a second before he lifts one of my legs and rests my thigh on his shoulder.

  I brace for being devoured like last night.

  What I don’t expect is the soft press of his lips against the sensitive flesh right next to my knee. He meets my stare as he kisses up my leg. The out-of-control lust in his eyes has been replaced with a slower-burning hunger. There is no hurry in his movements now. I’m here and tied up and not going anywhere, and he knows it.

  The way he strokes up the back of my calf is sensual and slow, feeding the fire in my veins with soft exhales instead of gasoline.

  I whimper when he makes contact with my center. His eyes drift shut as he drags his open mouth back and forth across my bare folds, his chest shuddering on a breath. And then he steals my mind completely when he drags his tongue across my still-tender skin.

  “Oh God, Daniel…”

  His eyes snap open, blazing with possessiveness I can feel in my bones, and all the air trapped in my lungs rushes out at once. I’m once again snared in his gaze.

  I both see and feel when his tongue moves over my clit, lazy circles that take my breath away. Hard and intense Daniel makes me lose my mind in pleasure, but this softer version of the man who kneels at my feet with his face buried between my legs—he may be even more dangerous.

  “You taste so fucking sweet,” he says against my skin. “Like peaches and cream. And I’m the only man who knows it.”

  That crazy fluttering happens
again in my stomach. I like that he’s the only man who knows. I shouldn’t—it’s too soon and I know it—but I can’t help it.

  “Because I’m yours,” I whisper.

  “Yes you are, babygirl.”

  His tongue delves deep between my folds. I strain against my bonds, rock my hips to get more friction.

  He grabs my leg and lifts it off his shoulder, holding me open so that he can wrap his lips around my clit. He sucks, uses his teeth to give me tiny bites of pain that melt into pleasure. I don’t know how he knows my body better than I do, but everything he does drives me closer to the edge.

  I didn’t think I had it in me, but it’s right there.

  “Daniel,” I pant. “Can I come?”

  “No.”

  He straightens his arm, lifting my leg and the pleasure spikes ever higher. The muscles in my stomach contract painfully as I try to fight the orgasm. The leg I’m balancing on shakes so hard I’m afraid I’m going to fall. My vision is growing black, and tiny stars dance around behind my eyelids. I can’t breathe through how bad I need to come but he’s relentless.

  “Daniel, please,” I sob.

  Instead of answering, he pushes me further, to the very brink of my control.

  “Look at me,” he growls, and when I do, he pulls back and brings his hand between my legs. I brace for the intrusion, dying for him to thrust his fingers inside me so I’ll go flying.

  I’m not prepared for the quick bite of pain when his hand comes down sharply, right against my center.

  Instantly, heat rushes in, and it becomes the most intense pleasure I’ve ever known. His hand comes down again, the quick slap on my clit, and my body bows.

  All that white-hot need becomes unbearable when he leans forward and drags his tongue, soft and wet, over my stinging flesh. It’s a hundred times more potent now, and I teeter.

  His name becomes a chant, falling from my lips in a desperate plea for release. He sucks my clit, and I’m thrown into a place with no sounds, no sight, just hovering outside myself in a world filled with nothing but Daniel.