Satisfaction (Taking Chances #2)

by Jeanne McDonald

  “You’re not allowed to come until I’ve climaxed at least twice. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, mistress,” I murmured against her lips.

  “Good. Though, if I recall, that won’t be a problem for you.”

  “It won’t.”

  Cedar moved her mouth down my neck, over my chest, before kissing my hipbone. She glanced up at me, her eyes glistening with her control as her tongue flicked over the tip of my cock. But instead of wrapping those sweet lips around me, as I expected, she continued her descent down my body. “I’ve already had your cock in my mouth. Now it’s time for you to fuck me.”

  She retrieved the condom she had placed at my knees, ripped it open with her teeth, and gently slid it over my cock. “Rules are rules.”

  I gulped and pressed my head against the pillow, simply feeling her all around me. “I’m going to release your legs,” she advised. “This will allow us a bit more traction.”

  Her hands explored my body. She touched me behind the knees and the curve of my bottom. She bit my nipples, sucking them and rolling her tongue around them. Her teeth grazed my collarbone. There was even a point when she traced along the bottoms of my feet with the tip of her fingernail. It tickled but it also made me want to come unglued. No inch was left unexplored by her. I felt like a bomb that had been triggered and was ready to explode. She was slow with her movements, occasionally testing the waters with a pat here or a flick there, but never so much as to bring me harm. She only seemed to want to know what I could and would handle.

  I wanted to beg her to take me, but I knew deep inside that my silence pleased her. Though I couldn’t control the way my body jerked once she released the shackles around my ankles.

  As if she could read my mind, she straddled my hips and lowered her mouth to mine. I hissed between our pressed lips as she reached between us and guided my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

  Her movements were slow, deliberate. I clinched my fists, wanting to hold her hips to make her move faster. I needed the friction. I needed to come. But more than that, I needed her to come.

  Cedar adjusted her position, circling her hips against mine. Slippery, her clit pressed into me as she moved so my cock hit every inch inside of her. Silence was no longer my friend. I cried out and ripped against the cuffs.

  She sat up, raking her nails down my chest. “I should spank you for that outburst,” she growled, “but instead I think I’ll give you what we both want.”

  Faster her thrusts came, and in no time I felt her clamp down around me. She let out a low, guttural growl as her first orgasm rolled through her. It was all I could do not to come as she did. Her body, glistening in the dank lighting of the cubicle was magnificent.

  I flattened my feet against the bed, and began pumping into her as hard as I could. I might not be able to touch her, but that wasn’t going to stop me from making her feel good. She held no reaction to my sudden shift, instead she sat up and dug her nails into my chest, riding me hard and fast.

  “Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck my pussy. Show your mistress what this limber body of yours can do.”

  Oh, yes! I was given permission to do what I could. I widened my knees and used my hips to thrust into her. I bounced her on my cock, using all my force and weight to carry her. Breathless, I shoved and thrust, determined to be the one to send her over the edge. I was rewarded with the most glorious of climaxes from her. At first I thought something was wrong. I’d never had a woman come on me before. Yet as I impaled her with my cock, her fluids began to trickle down my hips. Her nails buried into my skin as she screamed with her release. I’d made her literally erupt. I’d seen it in porn, but always thought it was a myth.

  “Holy shit!” she gasped. “That was...that’s…”

  Her body dropped against mine, as she forced air in and out of her lungs. “You deserve a reward for making me squirt. No man has ever done that before. Hell no woman either, come to think of it.”

  She pushed herself back into a sitting position and began rocking her hips. “You may come now,” she instructed. Her body moved faster against mine. I’d long forgotten my silence and grunted with her ministrations. She reached behind her and took my balls in her hand, rolling them between her fingers, lifting her hips so I could see my cock disappear inside her. I could feel my climax growing. My stomach tightened and my balls felt like rocks between my legs.

  In the moments just before I found my release, Cedar released my hands from the cuffs. Instinct took over. Free from my bonds, I jerked us so that I hovered over her and I pounded hard and fast into her.

  An animal had taken over me. I leaned down and took her nipple between my teeth and sucked and bit her perfect peak. She didn’t try to stop me. As a matter of fact, it seemed as though she took pride in releasing the wild beast within me.

  Still I didn’t stop thrusting my hips deep against hers. I wanted her to be consumed by me. When my climax came, I threw my head back and howled with pleasure. The heady mixture of sex and her sudden relinquish of control had brought something out of me that I never knew existed.

  Spent, I fell on top of her, panting for air. She rubbed my back and purred in my ear. “Very good, sugar. Let it out. I can still feel you twitching inside me. Drain that cock of yours. You deserve it.”

  I could barely lift my head, but I understood immediately what had just happened. She hadn’t given up control at all. Only the illusion of it. I took only what she was willing to give.

  “Thank you, mistress,” I managed to breathe, pushing myself off of her.

  “You’re quite welcome. Once you’ve collected yourself, what would you like to try next?”

  I flopped over onto the bed, my breathing still sporadic. “I’m open to suggestions.”

  Cedar rolled over onto her side, and began tracing the curves of my pecs. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  I stared at the double doors, my heart pounding in my chest. Once we entered this room, there was no going back.

  When Cedar asked me what I wanted to do next, I figured it was a metaphorical question. I expected Cedar to leave me. She’d accomplished her goal in showing me what the submissive world had to offer. There seemed to be no other reason for her to stick around. I was shocked when she requested to see my favorite room at Indulgence.

  Of course, me being me, I tried to talk her out of it. For one thing, I hadn’t planned on visiting that particular indulgence tonight. There were memories that coincided with that room that were better forgotten. More so, I figured Cedar would find my fantasy boring, thus proving to her she was wasting her time on someone like me.

  I rubbed the back of my neck, apprehensive. What waited behind those doors was pure and simple romance. Most men, at least men I knew, hated romance, but I’d always found it was the one thing I was good at.

  “What’s wrong?”

  My eyes screwed closed, I took in a deep breath, pushing down my unease. “Nothing.”

  “You sure?”

  I opened my eyes and glanced over to her. Odd. She was staring at the doors. Not me. Her body was tense. A look of terror marred her face, which confirmed my initial gut reaction about bringing her to this room. I’d been with this woman several times now, and every act of intimacy we’d shared, while intense and hot, was also guarded. She used kink to mask herself. I realized that after she ended our bondage scene. There was an instant where she fell silent, but her wordlessness was louder than anything she’d ever said to me before. In that moment she was real. I was real. But it ended and the mask under her mask reappeared.

  “You know we don’t have to do this. We could go downstairs to the kitchen. I hear the chef is great,” I suggested.

  Cedar’s shoulders dropped in relief. Part of me was sad that she was about to accept my offer of food, but it was probably for the best. She proved all those months back that her interests were singular─purely sexual. While this room was all about sex, it also offered the fantasy of connection, of knowing, of intimacy beyond
sex.

  I slipped my hand into Cedar’s tugging her away from the door. She dug in her heels and stopped me from walking away. “Where do you think you’re going, sugar?” she rebuked.

  “I thought…”

  “You thought wrong. Tonight is about exploring our fantasies. To giving into the unknown. To taking chances.”

  I ran my fingers through my hair, which stung when the lace to my mask pulled at my roots. “It is, but that doesn’t mean you have to try something that makes you feel uncomfortable, either.”

  “You did,” she stated with an air of bluntness and absolute.

  “Not really,” I admitted. “I was curious.”

  “But it made you uncomfortable. That took balls, Flex. And it was hot as fuck.”

  She adjusted her mask, granting me a quick glimpse of her face. It was only a flash but it stirred a hunger inside me that was powerful. The urge to make love to her─not simply have sex for the sake of sex, but to really worship her─taunted me. I clenched my fists at my sides and tried to focus on my breathing. I soon discovered it was easier to instruct my students on how to breathe than to do it myself.

  “Cedar.” I paused, turning to face her. Her dark eyes lifted to meet mine. Once again I saw that vulnerability in her that she’d exposed to me back in the bondage room. I thought of Autumn’s earlier suggestion about not being all chivalrous. She’d meant sexually but that wasn’t enough. Cedar had opened a door inside of me, and I couldn’t close it. I didn’t want to. “You know, you’re right. I did give myself over to you. Willingly. Now, I expect the same in return.”

  Wow! That felt good.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, dropping her eyes from mine. Her whole demeanor changed before me. She was no longer the strong woman I’d come to admire and desire. She was a submissive ready to serve. It was beautiful but not what I wanted from her. We were equals in my world and she would treat me as such.

  I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I’m not master or sir to you. I’m...I’m…” I sighed. She had no clue who I was and it was against the rules to reveal my real name once an alias was provided. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m Flex and you’re Cedar. And what we’re about to do in here is exactly as you said we would do in the bondage room.”

  “And what’s that?” her raspy voice came.

  “Explore our ultimate pleasure.”

  I placed my hand on the door knobs and pushed them open. Instantly the soft moans of those in the throes of passion funneled from the room. It was dimly lit. Unlike in the bondage room, very few people stood around, so it was easy to maneuver through. This wasn’t the most popular of rooms, but it was most definitely beautiful. A sea of candles waved us along, motioning us toward a roaring fire under the mantle.

  I’d expected to feel resentment in this room, but with Cedar’s hand settled into mine, I felt nothing but desire. We’d explored a side of me that I didn’t realize existed. Now, I wished to do the same for Cedar.

  I pulled her along, glancing through the billowy white linens that draped over every alcove. We passed the one I’d nearly shared with Addison. A small smile tugged at my lips, but nothing more. It was occupied and somehow that made me content. Two people were using that bed for its intended purpose.

  Upon finding an empty space, I pulled Cedar into the compartment. Without so much as a warning, I cupped my hands around her face and kissed her.

  My expectations for this kiss was nothing more than to help Cedar relax, but the power that developed between us was explosive. Cedar pressed her body into mine and ran her fingers up my back toward my shoulders. We became fused together. Two figures made one.

  Our lips moved in unison; urgent to give and take. Though we knew each other in the most intimate of manners, our hands began to explore each other’s bodies as if we’d never touched one another before. Soft, slow, passion crackled between us. It was all consuming and mesmerizing.

  We gradually drifted to the bed. Her faint whimpers filled our private space, a song meant only for me.

  I lifted her from her feet, exciting a cute, little squeal from her, before gently placing her on the mattress. I positioned myself over her, hovering above the beauty that had entangled my mind so many months back. Resting my elbows on the bed near her breasts, I placed my hands on her face, my fingers tickled by the feathers on her mask, as I continued my exploration of her mouth. Time lost all meaning here. It was simply the two of us.

  “You’re exquisite,” I whispered against her lips.

  Her eyes widened and she pushed her head back from me, forcing me to stop. “Don’t say that.”

  I tilted my head, registering her expression of near panic. “Why? It’s true.”

  “It’s not.”

  In that instant, I hated the mask. I wanted to see her face, to make her realize how truly beautiful I thought she was. How she had consumed me and finding her, here, was my greatest fantasy.

  “But it is,” I reiterated, crushing my mouth to hers again, unwilling to allow her another word.

  She shivered beneath me, her small hands pressed into my back. Her mouth engulfed by mine, her tongue slid hungrily between my teeth. It was the most erotic thing I’d felt all night. And that was saying something.

  I kissed the corner of her mouth and drifted kisses down her jaw to her neck. She trembled with unbridled passion. The magnitude of having this woman beneath me, to feel her flesh against mine, was overwhelming yet liberating. Insatiable desire flooded my soul. The sensation of her hard nipples pressed against my chest made me crave her. All of her. In ways I’d only begun to imagine.

  Slow and steady I ghosted my lips down her neck, along her collarbone, and over those pert peaks that demanded my attention. Cedar squirmed beneath me, her hands locking into my hair. I rolled my tongue around her nipples, one by one. To my pleasure, her already hard nipples grew harder with each pass, and the most delicious shiver rippled along her body as I blew across her damp, heated skin.

  My mouth moved down her stomach, stopping short of her pelvis. From the corner of my eyes I caught sight of her clutching the sheets, her knuckles turning white. My head shot up, sensing her discomfort. “Cedar? Are you okay?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  Her head shook feverishly. “No,” she rasped. “It’s just been a long time since someone’s gone down on me.”

  My jaw dropped. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. Every time we’d been together she’d performed oral sex on me, yet always seemed to steal my attention from performing the same act on her. “Why?” I finally asked.

  “My last master…”

  She seemed to be struggling with telling me. “You don’t have to tell me.” I began moving upward, but she pressed her hands on my shoulders stopping me.

  “No. Please. I want this.”

  I opened my mouth to argue. Never, ever would I take advantage of a woman, and most definitely not when she was in distress. “Please,” she urged before I could argue. All I could think was, if he hurt her, I’d hunt him down and kill him. “Brix, please,” came her soft voice once again.

  My mind froze. She called me by name. My real name. I couldn’t believe it. All this time I’d thought this was my secret, now it was hers too. “What’d you say?” I croaked.

  “I…uh…” She tried to maneuver up on her elbows but I planted my hand on her stomach, forcing her to stay put.

  “How long?” I demanded, my nose twitched in a snarl.

  “The instant I saw you.”

  My hand flattened harder against her stomach. I wasn’t sure if I was more turned on or simply furious by the situation. But how could I be mad? Had I not done the exact same thing to her?

  “How long have you known it was me?” she dared to question.

  “I wish I could say almost instantly.”

  The almost hopeful expression on her face fell. “I deserve that, but it’s nice to know I made a lasti
ng impression on you.” Her eyes drifted to my tattoo.

  My mouth pulled into a lopsided grin. “You definitely did that.”

  Even in the dim light, I could see the sorrow as it appeared under her mask. “Honestly, I was stunned when you accepted my hand, but figured you had no clue who I was, and I was okay with that. Especially since I figured you hated me after last time.”

  “Oh, I knew exactly who you were.”

  “And you still joined me?” Her body stiffened beneath me.

  “Obviously.”

  “But why?”

  “Because I’d searched for you for so long─”

  “You searched for me?”

  “Yes, and even though I was mad at you, I still needed to see where this night would lead us.”

  She nodded in understanding. “And now that you know…”

  “Yes.”

  She pushed against my weight once more, attempting to leave. “You want to end this. It’s only logical and I deserve it. I only wanted to enjoy our night together.”

  “We’re not stopping.”

  “What?”

  I pressed her back down onto the mattress, applying as much force as I could. She wasn’t getting away this time. “I said we’re not stopping.”

  My eyes remained locked with hers, if only to ensure a trust between us, but I needed her to know she wasn’t running away this time. “Oh God,” breathed past her lips.

  I released my hand from her stomach and made my descent back down her body. Her legs widened, accepting me between them. Determined to take it slow, I sucked and kissed along her abdomen, licking my way between her thighs.

  A hiss of a breath inflated her chest, but her eyes remained focused on me as I nipped and sucked along the creamy, smooth flesh of her thighs. The intensity mounted between us. With our secret revealed, we could finally allow ourselves full freedom.

  Her knees pulled upward and her feet planted to the mattress. In her need for more, I was exposed to the most gorgeous gift a woman could offer, and I wasn’t one to squander a gift.