by M. S. Parker
I’d...
“Your drink, Lady.”
I jumped a little as the server spoke from my side. I’d totally forgotten about her and the cocktail. Nodding, I took it and tossed back half of it before she’d even served Ash.
“Thirsty?” he asked, his tone amused.
I gave him a partial smile. “A bit.”
“Bring her another,” he said before the server left. “And a pitcher of water.”
“Of course.”
It was a bad idea, I thought, having another drink considering I was running on a short nap and the food Doug had given me a couple hours ago. But with all the adrenaline I had coursing through my body mingling with the need now clamoring inside, I thought the alcohol would be a good way to help calm my nerves.
Of course, if I didn’t look away from the platform, all the alcohol in the world wouldn't be enough to calm me down.
The first man was behind her now, his hands on her hips as he pumped against her in a primal rhythm that had my core pulsing. He moved with rapid thrusts, and each time, I had to clench my knees together.
Finally, I tore my gaze away because if I didn’t, I would...well, I didn’t know what I would do. I couldn’t come just watching, but if I didn’t come soon, I thought I’d explode.
I closed my hand around my second glass of vodka cranberry. I sipped at it while trying to figure out how to deal with what I was feeling. Before I could though, Ash said my name and I looked over at him, unsure if I was grateful for the interruption.
“Are you ready to go?”
I wasn’t, not while the show was still going on, but if we didn't leave now, I knew I’d probably end up doing something stupid.
Chapter 7
Ash
Her eyes were dark, but I couldn't read the expression in them. Her face was equally blank, making it impossible for me to truly know how she felt about what she'd seen.
Except...her nipples were tight and hard, and they’d been that way almost from the moment we’d stepped inside the club. And I knew that because it'd been nearly impossible for me to stop staring at her the entire time we were at Olympus.
It was almost as difficult now to keep my eyes to myself. She kept shifting around on the smooth leather of the seat next to me as if she couldn't get comfortable. After the first couple miles, I couldn’t help but think it was a good thing I’d decided to drive or I might've lost control and put my hands on her.
I wanted to do it anyway.
“Was it a mistake taking you there?” I finally asked, keeping my voice soft.
“What?” She seemed startled that I'd said anything. “Oh, no. Not a mistake. It was...intense.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw her pressing her knees together, and I had to squeeze the steering wheel to keep from reaching over and sliding my hand between them. She needed a man’s cock inside her and I wanted it to be mine.
“I can’t say I’ve ever been someone who's been curious about that sort of thing,” Toni continued. “I mean, you’ve probably figured out there's no way in hell I could ever be anybody’s sub.”
I had, and it bothered me more than it should have.
She kept going. “I also don’t much see myself wanting to be...well. You know.”
“Yes.” My stomach clenched.
There was a few seconds of silence and then she spoke again, “But it...”
The light ahead turned yellow and instead of speeding through as I usually did, I brought the Porsche to a stop and looked over at her. “It what?”
For too long, she didn’t answer, but when she did, her voice was husky, sending a bolt of desire right through me. “I'm the kind of person who's always known what I want. In life, in general. I’m strong-willed, stubborn and opinionated. I don’t need a man to do anything for me. But...”
Her voice trailed off and I could almost feel what she was thinking.
“Needing a man to do something, and wanting it, are two very different things, Toni.” I couldn't stop myself this time. I reached over and put my hand on her knee.
She froze.
Slowly, I dragged my hand up, the material of her pants thin enough I could feel the heat of her skin. Her breath was ragged and I knew she was just as affected as I was. “You were sitting in there, watching them, so aroused it almost hurt. Am I right?”
“Yes.” The word came out in a low whisper.
I slid my hand higher so that my fingers brushed the inside of her thigh. “I wanted to put my hands on you then. Just like I’m doing now. More.” I could hear the rough edge to my voice. “I know what you need, Toni. I can give it to you. If that’s what you want.” The light turned green, but I didn't hit the gas just yet. Instead, I looked at her. “Or I can take you home. What do you want?”
She was still for a moment, and then, without saying a word, she covered my hand with hers and rocked against them both. I could feel the crotch of her pants were damp.
It wasn't enough. I was going to make her wet.
Twenty minutes later, we were standing in my bedroom.
Part of me wished I’d done this back at the club. If we’d taken one of the private rooms, there were so many things I could have done. So many things I could have showed her.
And patience wasn't exactly the utmost of my virtues.
But maybe this was better. I had my playroom if I wanted more toys, but I didn't. I wanted to show her all of the ways I could bring her pleasure, but I knew this was going to be different from anything else I'd experienced. She wasn't a Sub by nature or through training. I couldn't just jump right into this with her.
I had to do it right.
“So...” Toni was looking at the bed. “How do we...?”
I tipped her chin up, using one finger to guide her face upwards until she was looking at me.
“The most important thing you need to know is that this needs trust.” I smoothed a hand down her hair. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
“After everything that's happened, you're really asking me to trust you?” She raised an eyebrow. “Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.”
No. I couldn't lose her. Not when I was so close.
She blew out a breath, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I pressed my thumb to the fuller lower one, tracing the damp path.
“You’ll need to trust me at least a little or this won’t work.” It was asking a lot. Maybe too much. But I wanted it. Wanted her.
For a frightening moment, I thought she was going to call the whole thing off. Then she lifted her hands and placed them on my chest, making my heart thud painfully against my ribcage.
“I didn’t come here to back away now.”
A flare of hope went through me.
“I can trust you enough,” she said. “For now.”
I supposed that would have to do.
I opened the top drawer of my dresser and drew out a silk scarf. “Silk is a tricky thing. It makes one hell of a restraint, smooth, strong...sensual. But when you tug against the bonds, the knots tighten. It can be dangerous.”
Toni’s eyes dropped to the black scarf. “Are you warning me?”
“Just letting you know. I’ll use something other than silk to restrain you. If that’s a problem, you better let me know now.” I raised the scarf with both hands.
“Wait.” She held up a hand. “I said I trust you a little. I don't trust you enough for that.”
I stilled. “For which one?”
She tugged on the silk and I let it go. Her eyes stayed on me as she reached around me and put the scarf on the dresser. Her expression was serious, but not upset.
“I don't trust you enough to blindfold me.” Her voice was matter-of-fact. She reached up and ran her finger along my jaw. “And I need to know I can get out of however you restrain me. But I want this.”
I nodded. It was strange, having a Sub telling me what I could do to her, but I'd known from the moment I'd first seen Toni that nothing about her would be usual.
“Good.” I reached behind her head and pulled out the pins that had held her hair in place. “Now that we have that settled, are you going to trust me to take things from here?”
She nodded and my stomach clenched as I moved around to stand behind her. It was time.
“I'm in charge now.” I spoke softly in her ear. “And I'm going to give you everything you want.” My fingers ghosted over her neck. “I might do some things you don’t like, or you’re not sure if you like. Before I go any further, we need a safe word. Do you know what that means?”
“Vaguely.” She glanced over her shoulder at me, a puzzled expression on her face. “Why can’t I just say stop?”
I smiled, letting everything I was thinking show on my face and in my eyes. “Because I’m going to do things to you that will make you say all sorts of things. I’m going to lick your pussy and make you come harder than you ever have and then I’ll do it again. I’ll fill you and drive you to your limit. In my world, stop sometimes means...more. So we need something that only means stop. Something that can’t be confused with anything else, and it needs to be something you won’t forget.”
Her breath came out of her on a rough sigh. Her brow furrowed and I could see her trying to think of something. “I...hell. Ash, my mind is blank.” Then she pursed her lips and I could tell she'd thought of something else. “For the record, are you one of those guys who wants his...ah, whatever calling him Master?”
I curled my hand around the side of her neck and drew her back against me. Her pulse beat wildly against my fingers. “You’re not the kind of woman who’ll ever let any man be her master. I'll settle for control.” Dragging my hand from her neck downward, I cupped her breast and she arched against my hand. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Pink.” It came out immediately.
It surprised me a little. She was feminine, but not in the same way my sister was, and Isadora was the sort of woman with whom I associated pink and pastels. Toni, I would've thought crimson or something like that.
Not that it mattered. We just both had to remember it.
“That’s your safe word, then. You’ll remember it?”
“Yes.”
I rubbed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. One more thing to cover. “Is there anything else you don’t want me to do?”
“Nobody else.”
I didn’t have to guess at what she meant. “Don’t worry, Toni. I don’t plan on letting another person near you.” Just the thought of someone else touching her made my hands want to curl into fists. “Then let's begin.”
Her breathing hitched as I settled my hands down on her shoulders, slid them down to free each of the small, round buttons that held her blouse closed.
“There’s a mirror across the room. Do you see it?”
“Yes.” Her body shuddered.
“Look at it. Look at yourself.”
Smoothing her shirt off her shoulders, I studied her for a moment in the mirror. Her eyes met mine and I was again reminded of how this wasn't going to be like any other Dom-Sub experience I'd ever had.
I pressed my lips against the side of her neck, watching as her lips parted. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing increased. Her bra was plain black cotton, nothing special, but she made it better than the most expensive lingerie.
“Do your panties match?” I asked quietly. It was a rhetorical question. I didn't want an answer. I wanted to find out for myself.
My hands went to the button of her pants and a few seconds later, I had my answer.
Yes. They did match.
Once she was wearing nothing more than her panties and bra, I led her to the bed. Her movements were stiff and I could feel a rush of anxiety going through her. Her nervousness was almost as erotic as the sight of her nearly naked body.
I eased her down on her knees and then slipped off her bra. I took a moment to admire her small, firm breasts, and then straightened to stand over her. As I started to unbutton my shirt, I was glad she'd stopped me from blindfolding her. Nothing could be as hot as seeing her desire-filled eyes running over me as I slowly exposed my chest, and then shrugged the shirt off. I tossed it aside and then smiled down at her.
“I’m going to tie you. For now, your hands will be in front of you.”
Chapter 8
Toni
Trepidation had my heart hammering hard and fast against my ribs as Ash bound my hands together in front of me. I didn’t know if I was ready for this, but one thing was damn certain, there was no way I would back out now, and I definitely wasn’t going to cry pink, either.
It was both a challenge and an enticement, kneeling on the floor as he finished binding my hands together. He paused after he finished and I knew he was giving me the chance to test them and make sure I felt secure. I twisted my hands and felt a bit of give. I wasn't sure how easy it would be to get free, but I didn't feel trapped, so I nodded.
Even though I was still wearing my underwear, I'd never felt so exposed. As if he could sense my discomfort, he cupped my face and ran a thumb over my lower lip. Electricity and heat rushed through me. I was excruciatingly aware of everything. The way the air felt dancing over my skin. The sound of a clock ticking somewhere nearby. The scent of Ash, unmistakably male.
“Your mouth has driven me crazy almost from day one, you know that?” His tone was conversational as he stroked my lips.
Was I supposed to answer? It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to ask permission to talk. “I get that a lot.”
He chuckled. “I’m not just talking about that smart tongue of yours. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about seeing those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Damn. I clenched my thighs together. Lava had replaced all the blood in my body, and I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust if I didn’t get relief soon. My mouth was practically watering at the thought of tasting him. When he unzipped his pants, my stomach flipped. As he removed his pants, I saw that my memory hadn't done him justice. He was thick and hard, jutting out from dark curls, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock.
He reached out, his fingers in my hair, hand cupping the back of my neck. “You’re going to do what I tell you now, Toni. Say you understand.” His voice had taken on that authoritative note that usually made me bristle.
Right now, it turned me on.
“I understand.” Saying something smart didn’t even come to mind just then. His hand on the back of my neck, the firm pressure, knowing that he was going to control things...it had me all but shaking with want.
“You’re going to kiss my cock.”
I opened my mouth as he pressed the broad head to my lips, eager to feel him slide across my tongue.
He tugged me back as soon as I tried to take him inside, his fingers twisting in my hair.
“I said kiss it.”
Groaning, I held still. Not because I wanted to, but because he didn’t release his grip on me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ash,” I said automatically.
“Good girl.”
This time, I pressed my lips to his cock, but my mind was already set on one thing. When he decided he was going to quit the game, I was going to give him the blowjob of his life. He’d be the one groaning by the time I was done with him.
“Now you can open your mouth and take me inside. Use...”
His breath tripped. I hadn’t wasted any time, taking the tip of him into my mouth and pressed my tongue to the pulsing vein on the underside as I slid down on him. I only went down an inch or so and when I came back up, I let him feel the edge of my teeth. He swore and it was all I could do not to grin. I repeated it again, taking him deeper on each successive stroke.
By the fourth one, he had both of his hands gripping my head, reminding me who was in charge, but letting me take control.
“You’re good at this,” Ash muttered, his voice raw.
He had no idea. One thing about being wicked smart and wicke
d curious, when you decided you want to learn about something, anything, you did just that.
After the first guy I’d ever slept with told me I was just as bad at giving head as I was being a girlfriend, I’d decided to become an expert. Books and movies of a certain kind could teach a girl all sorts of things. And having access to several of my brothers' girlfriends over a period of a few months hadn't hurt either. After a little over a month, I’d shown up at my ex's dorm room and I’d teased him into letting me in, teased him into playing a game that had resulted in me going down on him until he was right on the edge.
And then I'd left him, laughing as he cursed me for not finishing him off.
It had been one of the most thrilling and satisfying experiences of my life.
But it paled in comparison to this.
Ash’s body was tensed and hard. I could feel the tension coming from him, felt his cock swell in my mouth. He was so close...
And then he stopped, pulling his cock out of my mouth with an almost obscene pop.
I made a sound of protest, watching as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke. In a rapid rhythm, he dragged his hand down and back up again. The head was swallowed by his fist only to bob back out. Again and again...
Then he came and I gasped as semen jetted up and out across my breasts.
Fuck.
Need was a living, breathing ache inside me. “That was just mean.”
“I'm in charge, remember?”
I gasped as he reached down and trailed his fingers across my breasts, his seed slick against my skin.
This was torture. Pure and simple torture. I moaned as he circled my nipple, the sensitive flesh hardening under his touch.
“Are you ready to be good?”
There was a challenge in his voice.
Never one to back down from a dare, I let my head fall back until I was meeting his eyes. With a taunting smile, I said, “Not on your life.”
He pinched my nipple, bringing a startled cry to my lips.
Then, in a move so quick, it left me disoriented, I found myself swept up into his arms. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
