Floor Time

by Crowe, Liz

  New Sara spoke — Fuck the open house. Let’s see what he has planned. You know it will be worth it.

  “OK, but wait, let me lock it up and set the alarm.” She dashed out of the room under his bemused gaze, locked all four doors, and set the alarm. When she returned and sat back down in the chair, she kicked off her shoes, ready for his next move. He held out a hand. She took it and let him tug her onto his lap.

  “Here, have one of these strawberries,” he said, as he handed her one drenched in cream. She took the fruit without breaking eye contact with him. Those eyes, the sapphire blue she wanted to drown in. She ignored her brain as it once again tried to raise a protest.

  She licked the cream slowly dripping down her fingers. His eyes widened and he captured her hand, brought it to his lips. The sensation of him sucking the crème off made her gasp and moisture flood her panties. The lovely press of his erection against her bottom didn’t help. He released her, kept his gaze steady on hers as he dipped another strawberry bringing the sweet concoction to her lips.

  Shit. It was some sort of triple cream. Something she hadn’t allowed herself to eat for years. Incredible. Delicious. The strawberries exploded in her mouth at every bite with bright, sweet flavor. She chewed, swallowed, nodded at him to give her another.

  His grin at her eagerness to get at them, to lick them and gorge herself on their bounty didn’t even bother her. When he pressed his lips to hers, she had the amazing feeling that she had been kissing him, tasting him, forever. She sighed as he put his hands on her waist and lifted her up. She started to turn and straddle him, aching with need for him to fill her again.

  “No.” He made her stand all the way up. “Go sit over there.” She did, obeying in a way that went against her fundamental resistance to being bossed around. When he pulled her foot onto his lap and sunk his knuckles into her instep, she groaned and leaned her head back. The release of tension in her neck and back seemed directly proportional to the spot on her foot he chose to rub.

  “Oh, Jesus,” she muttered, easing herself down further in the chair, allowing more of her leg onto his lap, coming closer to the growing bulge in those amazing jeans.

  He continued to caress her foot, stopping only long enough to hand her freshly dipped strawberries. The combined sensations of the rich, sweet cream, and the tart strawberries along with the relaxation he was creating via her foot were nearly too much. She started to sit up, worried about losing control, yet again, to Jack’s magic. Her brain tried to break through the fog of horniness. It reminded her that, of all men on the planet, this one she really ought not toy with. It could only end in disaster.

  At that moment, the alarm boomed through the house.

  “Fuck!” She lurched up, knocking over her wine glass.

  “It’s cool, I’ll see what it is.” Jack stood seemingly unaware of the impressive bulge he had on display and walked over to the door of the screened porch.

  Sara sat and took long, deep breaths, willing herself calm. Jack was a professional. Had been at this job way longer than she. He could handle whatever it was.

  It took about fifteen minutes for him to come back into the porch.

  “What,” She winced at the squeakiness in her voice. “Did someone want to see the house?”

  “Yeah,” he laughed, “you forgot to pull in your signs when you locked the place up. These poor saps thought they could walk right in and so they did. I showed them around, made an appointment to meet with them tomorrow to discuss other options. Sweet couple,” he smirked.

  “You utter asshole,” Sara jumped to her feet, prepared to call this little rendezvous finished — the man had stolen her buyers. He simply could not turn it off, could he? Her brain cheered her on — run away, get as far away from him as you can and stay there; it’s for your own good.

  He intercepted her on her way to the door.

  “Hold on, hold on, we’ll share them I swear,” he declared.

  “You know what Jack, fuck you. Get out of here. This is nuts.” His eyes narrowed. She crossed her arms and tried to still her pounding heart. His dark gaze pinned her, intent and sexy as hell. She took a breath but as she started to order him out again, he pulled her close, covered her protests with lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Walking her backwards a few steps he propped against the wall, and kissed her with an intensity that made the room spin. She tried her best but couldn’t resist burying her hands in his thick hair and arch her body into his. He broke the kiss and took her arms from around his neck without a word.

  “Take your clothes off. All of them.” His voice was rough, low and brooked no argument.

  She started to cross her arms but he yanked them over her head, pinning her against the wall as he had done that night in her office. The cloud of lust that surrounded her parted, leaving room only for bright clear fury. His lips were centimeters from hers. His strong body pressed into hers, compelling in her ways she didn’t know existed. I can’t let him do this. She licked her lips, encouraging him to come closer.

  “Ow! Son of a…” he stepped away holding a hand over his mouth. Sara’s body shook and she had to sink to her heels. She could taste blood and knew she’d bitten hard, and meant it. But her brain had shut down on her now, leaving her alone with regret and a sharp kernel of unmet need. She knew at that moment she’d do whatever he wanted. She had to, somehow, although part of her tried to fight it. He pulled her to her feet, gentle, his eyes concerned.

  “Trust me. Take them off Sara.” He leaned in before she could move away and licked her lower lip, letting her know she was forgiven, before stepping back.

  Her hands shook as she slid the zipper down the front of her blouse, slipped her trousers off her hips. If he thought she’d be intimidated by this, he had another thing coming. The breeze kicked through the screen, bringing a welcomed chill to her overheated flesh. She raised her chin and flipped the clasp on her bra, hooked a finger through her panties. Hesitating just a minute, long enough for him to give a nearly imperceptible nod, she slid them down her legs and stood up, trying not to cross her arms over her nudity.

  “Dear God you are exquisite.” He breathed, not moving from his spot nearly two feet away. She sensed something, something she would come to associate with a darkness deep in him that she wanted more than anything to lighten, as long as he shared it with her, and only her.

  Mine. The voice started out small, but got steadily louder in her brain. Mine? Oh hell, she was really screwed.

  Jack swallowed, took a breath, and came to terms with what he wanted to do to the woman standing there, glorious, naked and…his. He shook his head. No, she was just there. In no way whatsoever was she “his.” His chest tightened as he closed the gap between them and ran a hand down her cheek, neck, across her collarbones, and cupped one breast as his thumb brushed the hard nipple. She shuddered but didn’t move.

  He cupped her neck with his other hand and pulled her close, slanted his lips over hers and dove into her mouth, lazy, slow, easy but stopped when she started to hold him close.

  “No. Hands down. I’m touching. You are just letting me.” She frowned but he smiled, and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay Sara. Let it go. Let me do this. You won’t be sorry I promise you.”

  Jack felt the dark control steal over him, let it take him, as he ran his hands over his woman’s body while she stood, trembling; eyes trained on his. His soul longed for more, to take, own and possess in ways he had never experienced. His balls ached, his cock was so hard, and he knew if she touched him now he’d likely come all over himself like a teenager.

  He teased the hard nubs of her nipples with both thumbs, licked her lips then owned her mouth once more. The small sounds she made drove him insane but he kept control, held back. “I’m going to make you come Sara, but you can’t until I tell you. Do you understand? If you do, I’m leaving and you can’t do any of the touching I know you want to do.” He cradled her face in his hands. Her eyes were wide and her breathing fa
st. He could smell her need, her lust, and it made him grit his teeth against the urgency to toss her on the floor and fuck her. No. He had to do this. Had to see if he still could. But more importantly, if she would.

  She shook, and he folded her into his arms. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be fine.” He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. “You have to let me be in control.” She nodded. He stepped back and slipped his belt loose from the loops never taking his eyes from hers. The lust spiraled through his brain, nearly blinding him, but he held on. “On your knees,” he kept his voice soft remembering the last time he’d tried this what a disaster that had turned out to be. “Now.” He slapped his palm with the leather.

  She did as she was told. He brought a chair around to face her. “Put your elbows here on the seat, and give me your wrists.”

  “Jack,” her voice was breathy. “I don’t know…” He knelt beside her and threaded his fingers in her hair.

  “But I do, Sara. I won’t hurt you. I swear it. I am however, going to rock your world in ways you have only imagined until now,” He tilted her head back, holding tight and kissed her, hard, then broke away. “Give me your wrists.” Taking a deep breath, she propped her elbows on the chair seat, shivering when he fastened the soft leather around them, binding her without really fastening anything to gauge her response. “Tell me a word. Any word. As long as I know it. You say that word and I stop whatever I’m doing.”

  She whimpered and shifted her knees. He hesitated, but then crouched behind her, ran his hands down her bare shoulders, back and to her narrow waist. His hand grazed her ass, the smooth creamy skin tempting him, begging for his handprint.

  The loud smack of flesh on flesh made him tingle and her cry out. He clutched her hair again leaning in close. “A word, baby. Any word. Tell me now.”

  “Emerson.” She whispered and moaned as he pressed against her, his cock ready to explode in his jeans. He lowered his lips to her shoulder, ran his tongue up her delicious neck.

  “Emerson it is.” He bit down, just hard enough to make her flinch then groan as he sucked on her skin. His hand connected with her ass once more, hard, but he knew not too hard. Just enough. Then again, finding a virgin expanse of flesh to tantalize. Then once more, making her squirm against him. He held her close with his other arm, still tasting her neck and shoulders, loving the salty essence of her sweat and the smell of her arousal that grew with every contact.

  He pressed her over the chair, forcing her bound arms forward, exposing her bare ass, and groaned at the sight of her angry red skin, ran both hands down her hips and ground his still covered cock into the delectable cleft of her ass. She tilted her hips up, welcomed him and sighed. He reached around and pinched one nipple, then the other, not gentle, waiting to see how she reacted before moving further. “Oh hell yes, I knew you’d like this. How did I know, hmmm?” He leaned over her, using his fingers like clamps, pinching and relishing her moans.

  “Oh God, Jack, please,” her voice muffled against her arm. He let go of her then, ran both hands down her waist once more then reached around and touched her sex.

  “Please what baby? Please what?” He licked his way down her spine, sucking in deep breaths of her, using his finger to press against her engorged and needy clit. “Remember Sara, you can’t come. Not until I tell you.” He put his entire hand over her mound, felt the heat and wet there then heard a moan but bit down on his tongue when he realized it came from him.

  She was so perfect — and so his. She wiggled under his hand. His breath came in short gasps, his balls tightened, readying his body for release. He pressed in with one finger, slipped inside her and felt her pulse all around him.

  “Please…” her voice pleased him. “I need,” She sucked in a deep breath.

  He withdrew the finger, brought it to her lips so she could taste herself. She sucked hard, making his hips jerk as his body reacted before his brain could reestablish control. “You ready to come baby?” He’d forgotten how difficult this was. How challenging to please before being pleased, to hold someone’s ultimate trust in your hands. He drew back, brought his lips to her upturned ass and lapped at the beautiful pink of her pussy. She squealed and spread her legs further. As he slid two fingers into her dripping body, she sighed. “Come Sara, come now!” He reared up and unzipped his jeans grabbed his aching rod and gave it a few jerks. Didn’t take much.

  “Jack! Yes! Please oh God…Jack.” Her voice, her lips forming the sounds of his name as her body bucked and pulsed around his fingers, made the room narrow to a black space where he stood, poised on the edge of a cliff, one well-shod foot ready to make a leap, about to jump again, as his cock gushed and covered his hand and Sara’s ass . At that moment he saw her, Jenna, the woman he’d experimented with in law school. The one who’d taught him what it meant to master another person, right before she fucked both his roommates and laughed in his face when he’d tried to propose.

  Jack pulled his body away, sat back on heels staring at Sara’s amazing still pink skin, her ass and the slick fluid coating her thighs. She did love this. He’d known it somehow. His head suddenly ached with long suppressed memory. Sara squirmed under his gaze. “Jack?” He took a breath. He couldn’t do this. Not to her. It was not a road he would travel, not again.

  “Baby, I’m sorry.” He helped her up, unwrapped her wrists and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. She wrapped herself around him, fisted her hands in his hair, returning the kiss so hard and fast he got dizzy from it combined with the quick way his body had climaxed. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair, as he held her close, his brain on fire and his body not far behind.

  Sara’s skin burned, starting at the sting of her ass and ending with the blaze in her brain. How in God’s name had he done that to her — made her give in, and so turned on at the same time? She let him hold her as her body started to shiver. Held her until she calmed, whispering “I’m sorry’s” the whole time. She finally looked up at him. His face was a mask of agony and frustration. Frowning she pushed back from the comforting strength of his chest.

  “What’s with the sorry? That was, um, incredible.” Her ears got hot. She had never, ever been handled like that. Never felt the fucking earth move under her feet. She couldn’t understand why he seemed so upset.

  Perhaps she shouldn’t have let him. He was obviously unhappy with the whole thing. Maybe she should be too, but the thought that they could do this and more together made her bite her lip to keep from begging him to take her home, to play with her more, to possess her like he seemed to want.

  Already mentally typing “BDSM” into a Google search, she stared at him, amazed at her body’s reaction to this jerk who had stolen perfectly good clients right out from under her nose then ordered her around like, like..

  Oh hell, and you’d let him hadn’t you? Yes you did. Jesus.

  She wiped herself off with a napkin, found her clothes and tugged them back on in silence, determined to rebuff him, reject his little power play. But found herself wanting more, needing his voice, something to reassure her. She held back tears, unwilling to let on how much he’d affected her. As she stared, his eyes darkened to a deeper sapphire.

  Struck by their intensity, she realized she hadn’t really seen them in the hot office hallway last week. They were one of his most incredibly sexy assets and he used them well.

  She stood, arms crossed, her pussy still twitching with residual pleasure. He sighed, ran a hand over his eyes. “Sit.” He pointed to a chair. She raised an eyebrow.

  “Sorry, no. Playtime is over.” She started to pick up the discarded strawberry tops and put them on the tray. He gripped her arm, the look on his face causing her to sink into the chair, protests dying on her lips. He sat across from her, gripping her hands.

  “I didn’t mean to,” he stopped and looked down at the floor. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.” She stared at him. “It won’t happen again.” Before she could protest, he stood, grabbed the tray and star
ted back toward the house. She closed her eyes against the rush of emotion coursing through her.

  “You are amazing.” The rough sound of his voice made her uneasy. He had stopped in the doorway and turned, balancing the tray on one hand. His eyes traveled the length of her, making her skin pebble.

  “You have turned me into something I didn’t know I was, Jack. Someone who would play food sex with you in a house where I’m supposed to working. Who’d take all that…that…” She brushed her hair back, sat up more fully and tried to collect her thoughts.

  “Six ninety-five,” he said, firmly.

  “What?” She stared at him.

  “That will sell this thing, babe. Six ninety five.”

  My God. He’d been rocking her world and thinking about what would sell the house?

  “Sure, okay, but tell that to my sellers,” she declared, snapping back to reality. If he didn’t want to acknowledge the earth shattering way he controlled her out in the open in someone else’s house, the incredible connection they’d shared, so be it. She could play that game.

  “Sorry Sara, I have clients at six thirty tonight. Gotta dash,” he threw over his shoulder.

  She followed him back into the house, feeling like a complete idiot, furious at him for ruining the moment and nearly blind with humiliation for letting it happen again.

  “Sure. So, I guess I’ll see you around Jack,” she threw at his retreating back. “I mean, next time you need to get off on a Sunday, that is.”

  He had reached the kitchen by then, put the tray on the counter, and quickly thrown everything back in the grocery bag. She stared at him as he worked. Her body cooled but her brain came to a slow boil.

  He turned around to face her as she leaned against the counter trying to control the quaking in her knees. In one short stride, he reached her and took her face in his hands lowering his lips to hers. The gentle nature of his kiss took her by surprise, calmed the rising heat of her anger. His tongue explored, his lips caressed. Finally, he drew back to look deep into her eyes. He grasped her upper arms, and stared into her eyes as if trying to come up with the right words.