TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  She could go on sleeping with him, no problem, but why would he go to all this trouble if he wanted to take things slow, giving her the walking tour that included stopovers at Dominants that didn’t interest at her all? He hadn’t even been her guide for the evening. He left that to Grant and Violet. What was the point of them going into this together if he wanted to give her an opportunity to do all this exploration with someone else?

  “I’m not saying you have to up and collar me or whatever, but for the time being I want you, okay? So don’t take me somewhere and leave me with your friends. And don’t leave me for other men to try and pick me up. I can do that all on my own.”

  He faced forward this time. Nailah watched the lights turn from red to green on the bottom half of his face. His goatee almost glowed. “Yeah,” he eventually said. “I hear you.”

  She turned back around and faced the window. “I just want you.” Her voice was a little quieter this time, but she knew he’d heard her.

  ✶

  Armando finally understood the allure of hate-fucking. He’d taken Nailah to one of the most exclusive bondage clubs in the city. He’d introduced her to one of the most experienced, most skilled Dominant couples in the country in Philip and Evelyn.

  She’d been waited on and entertained by players that he had grown to love and admire, and here she was sulking like he’d taken her to some third rate hipster dive bar that made her check all her designer labels at the door. He wanted to make her see exactly what he was trying to expose her to—the larger picture, the variety of the community. It was more than the walls of his condo. He wanted to take her home and bang her silly until she stopped being so pissed off at him.

  Still, he understood why Nailah was upset. She felt ditched at the party and that had never been his intention. He genuinely thought it would be a good idea for her to get a sense of the scene without him hovering over her shoulder. That wasn’t what she wanted. She’d made that nice and clear, but Christ, she knew how to hit below the belt. She basically told him he was failing as a teacher, that he was failing as Dom.

  He couldn’t stand for that. She may have been mocking him, but he was going to show her a thing or two, way more than she’d bargained for, the second they set foot in his house.

  Nailah was quiet for the rest of the ride to his place, but when he parked his truck she let him open the door for her and she didn’t give him any shit when he reached for her overnight bag. She was silent all the way up the stairs. He pulled out his keys, then he turned to her. It was time to fix this.

  “Once I open this door you have five minutes to say whatever you need to say, and after that all I want to hear out if your mouth is yes sir, no sir, please sir and thank you, sir. That’s all I want to hear until we are through. Are we understood?”

  She wouldn’t look at him. She seemed unusually calm. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  Armando opened the door and let Nailah walk inside.

  “Now do you have anything else you want to say? Anything you want to get out of the way for the rest of the night? Need to make a phone call, send a text?”

  Nailah checked her nails like she could not be more bored, then looked him square in the eyes.

  “I just want you to stop bullshitting. I’m good with the phone calls.”

  “Sounds wonderful.” He held up her overnight bag, some leather Prada whosy-what that probably cost more than his truck. “You have your lady stuff in here? Lotion, toothbrush and crap?”

  “Yes, it’s filled with lady crap, like a toothbrush just for ladies.”

  “Great. Here.” He shoved the bag back in her direction. She took it from him with no argument. “Go do whatever you need to do to freshen up. There are towels and washcloths right in the bathroom. Then come back out here. No clothes, no shoes. Those heels look great, but you almost spiked me in the nuts last time.” He ignored the hint of a smile that tried to peek from her mouth. “Any questions?”

  “No, Sir.” She started walking away.

  “Where are you going?”

  Nailah looked at him over her shoulder. “To change.”

  “Don’t remember dismissing you.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” She retraced the three or four steps then stood facing him. “Was there anything else, Sir?”

  Armando leaned down and whispered in her ear. “When you come back, I want that pussy dripping wet. Am I understood?” When he slid his hand along her neck and up under her hair, Armando felt her shiver. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Am I?”

  Nailah turned her head so their lips just barely touched. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Go ahead.”

  Eight minutes later, when Nailah came back, completely naked, Armando was already busy catching up with email on his laptop. Maria’s birthday was coming up and he had to find her a gift.

  Nailah stood somewhat patiently in front of him.

  “Come kneel right here.” She sank to her knees between his feet. Armando put his laptop aside, then grabbed the collar he’d fished out of the chest in his closet. She followed his cues and let him fasten the thick strap of leather around her neck.

  It’s only temporary, he told himself. This is only for tonight. She’s not yours. She is not yours.

  He closed the buckle then lifted her chin with the edge of his knuckle. “Is it too tight? Too loose?”

  “No, Sir. It feels fine.”

  “Good. Now, what did you learn about submissive poses, about posture?”

  “I know some of the positions have names and there are different poses for different purposes, like service and punishment. But I didn’t memorize them. Sir.”

  “That’s fine. I’m glad you’ve got the gist.” He lightly drew his finger down her cheek. Her eyes slid closed.

  Only for tonight, he told himself again. He kept touching her face, lightly stroking her cheek and drawing his thumbs across her lips. She’d taken off all her make-up and still she looked beautiful.

  “I want you to present yourself to me. Right here on the floor. Show me if you can and then we’ll make adjustments.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said clearly.

  She started to move and he already saw that even though she had the right idea, he wanted her a different way.

  “Uh-huh. Forward, like that. Legs spread, ass up. I want to see your pussy. You have to show me how wet it is. Good. Good girl. Rest your head on your hands. Yes, just like that. Thank you. Now stay.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, nearly whimpering just loud enough for him to hear.

  Then he grabbed his laptop and went back to his online shopping. He listened closely to Nailah’s breathing. There were a few stutters and gasps, but soon she took a deep breath and made herself relax. She dropped her lower back, keeping her ass in the air the way he’d instructed her to. It took the strain off her abs and shoulders.

  He only made her wait a few minutes, ten or so, while he picked out an iPad and some accessories for his sister. Nailah was good, held as still as possible, but he could tell this was her first time doing something like this with her body. She was starting to get uncomfortable.

  Armando closed his laptop, setting it aside, and then toed off his dress shoes, leaving him in a fancy pair of socks Maria had picked out for him. “You doing okay down there?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m fine.”

  “Good. I like the view from here. I’m tempted to keep you there all night. What do you think about that?”

  “I—” Nailah was brought up short by Armando’s silk-clad foot rubbing along her cunt. Not that he couldn’t tell from a few feet away, but the touch confirmed it. She was soaking wet.

  “I can’t hear you, sweetheart. You’ll have to speak a little louder.” Armando suppressed his laughter as Nailah pushed back against his foot. She whimpered before she answered.

  “I don’t think you would want that, Sir.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes, Sir. I think you’d want to fuck me or spank me, event
ually.”

  “You don’t think I could do all that and then some with you just like that? Your ass is in the air, just primed for a paddling, and there are all sorts of ways for me to fuck you just the way you are.” His foot was moving the whole time and, shamelessly, Nailah kept rocking against him. He could have told her to hold still, but the rocking of her hips was giving him serious wood.

  “I’m going to fuck you in the ass one day. Would you like that?”

  “I’ve never done it before, Sir.”

  “That’s not what I asked.”

  “Yes, Sir. I would like it. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

  “Don’t move,” Armando said as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She barely got the words out.

  Armando went to his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes. The top of his left sock was completely soaked. When he came back out to the living room, he set the condoms he’d grabbed down on the coffee table and then he leaned down right into Nailah’s field of vision.

  He ran his hand down her back as he showed her the flogger he’d also grabbed. “Can we continue?”

  She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. I’m going to flog your ass with this. Nowhere else, just your ass, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” Armando stood, rolling his shoulders. He paced a few feet away from Nailah’s prone body. He took several deep but quiet breaths, and then he walked back to his girl.

  Armando didn’t stop with the flogger until her ass was bright red. He could have gone on a little longer. Nailah seemed to like the flogger more than his rough palms, but she’d been in that spread position long enough and there was something more that he wanted. Two more rough strokes, one on each cheek, and each strike met with the same moan and jerk she’d displayed since he’d finished warming her up.

  He tossed the flogger onto the couch, and then sank to his knees between her feet. It took nothing for him to flip her over onto her back. She stared up at him, her face bright red, a few tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. He leaned over her and wiped her cheeks.

  “Okay?”

  “Mhmm.” Her voice came almost in a pant. “Yes, Sir.”

  Armando kissed her long and hard to remind of her what he was feeling for her. To remind her that they were in this together. When he pulled away, he looked down at her gorgeous body. “Hold your ankles.”

  She did as she as was told and then he started in on her pussy. Light, quick slaps at first, then harder and harder, smacking the delicate folds that covered her clit. She shook and cried out, biting the inside of her cheek to try and contain her pleas.

  He smacked until she came, her back arching off the floor. A long stream of swearing mixed with “Oh, god! Oh god! Oh god!” echoed off the high ceilings of his condo. He stopped with the smacks and started rubbing her pussy, doing it harder as she came again. She held her ankles the whole time. He’d see in the morning if she’d bruised her own skin.

  Before she could come back to herself completely, Armando yanked her off the floor and brought her over to the couch. He nearly fell onto the cushions, impressed that she managed to get her footing and stand still until he instructed her what to do next. But he didn’t have any instructions this time. He tore the condom wrapper open and slipped the sheath on. Then he pulled her onto his lap.

  Nailah sank onto his cock, her slick, swollen cunt welcoming him home. It was his turn to moan. He’d been wanting this all week, wanting to be inside her again, wanting her luscious tits with their tight brown tips bouncing inches away from his face. Armando pulled her arms behind her back, gathering both her small wrists in one of his larger hands. She tossed her head back, almost in offering, and it would have been plain rude for him not to accept.

  There was no need to slow her bouncing. He could suck her nipples and pound away all at the same time. So he did. First one then the other, pulling each breast deep into his mouth until he knew the suction edged close to pain.

  Fuck, the noises she made. The screams and the cries, his name over and over, all jumbled together as she tried to hold on to him. But he had her.

  He pulled her closer, his hand buried deep in her hair. Her wrists were still trapped behind her back.

  “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted all night?”

  “Yes,” she sobbed.

  Her failed response only made him fuck her harder. “What was that?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “That’s what I thought. You wanted this all night, huh? And you were pissed at me because I didn’t give it to you right away.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “No?”

  “No, Sir,” she sobbed again. “I just wanted you with me.”

  “I’m with you now. And I’m not letting you go.” Just words, he told himself. Just for tonight. She’s not yours. “Are you my girl?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you my girl? Tell me.”

  “Yes, Sir. Oh my god. Fuck. Yes. I’m your girl. I’m your girl.”

  It wasn’t time yet, he had miles to go, but those simple words shot down his spine right to his balls and he filled that condom, filled Nailah’s swollen pussy with everything he had. Armando knew for a fact he’d never come that hard before in his life.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Nailah could feel Armando’s eyes on her as she moved around the bedroom. She had to get home. At the very least, her mother would expect her for Sunday dinner. She also had some work she wanted to knock out. Or so she told herself. Really, she knew she was in danger of developing some serious feelings for the naked man lying a few feet away from her. Being around him was too much, too intoxicating. She had to put some distance between them before she became addicted.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, his voice still thick from sleep.

  “Good, but sore.”

  “Sore or in pain?”

  “Definitely just sore.” Nailah turned around and smiled at him. “I’m fine.”

  “Come here.”

  She really had to go and she didn’t think it was a good idea to spread her thighs again. That was the sorest part, but she could handle another quickie.

  Nailah crawled across the sheets and kissed Armando on the mouth.

  “I don’t think your family needs to see you in this,” he said, as he reached around her neck. She moved her hair so he could unfasten the collar.

  “Shit. I completely forgot I had that on. Did it leave a mark?”

  Armando looked closer, touching her skin. Goosebumps broke out all over her body. “Nah. It’s a little pink, but that’s probably just because the skin’s so warm.”

  Nailah swallowed, as if that would clear away the effect Armando had on her. Then she went back to getting dressed.

  “So you live at home with your parents?”

  “Sort of. I live in the pool house. I like to say it’s ’cause my parents don’t charge me rent, but really my dad is a bit overprotective and old school, and I’m not ready to have the whole ‘I’m moving away’ argument with him yet.”

  “Hey, the free rent part sounds pretty good to me. I sold a kidney for the down payment on this place.”

  “It’s nice, but it could use a little personality.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah.” Nailah pulled on her bra, then paused to look around. “It’s very Spartan in here. Great bed and all. I like the built-in you added in the bathroom, but overall it lacks warmth. You’re a warm guy. Your place should reflect that.”

  “You think I’m warm?”

  Nailah shrugged as she scrunched up her nose. “I guess you’re okay.”

  “Thanks. I’ll take that.”

  “I can fix it up for you. At a cost, of course.”

  “I’m all for the fair exchange for goods and services.”

  “I’ll work something up.”

  “Great. When can I see you again? Outside of the gym.”

  Na
ilah was wondering the same thing. They were sticking with their workouts and, per Armando’s request, when they were in the gym it was about the weights and cardio and nothing else. But Nailah thought about him all the time. She liked being around him, even when he pissed her off.

  “A bunch of us are going to Vegas next weekend,” Nailah said before she could stop herself. “You can be my plus one.”

  “Driving or flying?”

  “Psssht, flying. What kind of peasant do you take me for?” It wasn’t a bad drive, but why waste the hours in the car when you could spend them partying poolside?

  “I have a few clients on Saturday, but I could meet you up there.”

  “That works. I’ll call you when I know the rest of the details.”

  “Great.” Armando hopped out of bed, still naked as the night before. Nailah turned away to keep from staring at his ass or his semi-erect cock. He dressed in a fraction of the time it took her to get ready then walked her out to the car. He kissed her goodbye again and told her to call him if the soreness turned into anything else. She promised she would.

  She got home right as her parents arrived from church. Just a quick shower, she told her mom, and then she’d join them for some lunch. Her mother only had a few questions about her night. Nailah passed the quiz with flying colors, but when her mom told her to hurry and gave her an affectionate pat on the butt, Nailah fucked up and flinched.

  Her mother noticed.

  ✶

  Armando was wasting time between sessions, staring at his computer screen. He’d finally uploaded the pictures he took of Nailah two weeks before. She’d decided to stick with kinklife.com, with her fake profile. Their friendship had been confirmed, but so far no relationship statuses added. He was trying to decide whether or not to tag her in the picture, or add a caption. What could he say about her?

  Grant came into their cramped office, singing to himself. Armando wished he could be that carefree with his lovesickness.

  “You still pouting?” Grant asked. “I thought you guys made up the night of the party.”