Desire (Venture Capitalist Book 3)

by Ainsley St Claire

  I stretch out on my side, my body close to hers but not touching, and cup her smooth cheek as I hold her gaze with mine.

  "We need to practice trust, baby," I say quietly. "I need to see you speak up when there's anything wrong, and you need to see me taking care of it—of you—while we have that safety in place in case." I’m relieved that her face clear as she nods slowly.

  "Yes, I understand." She bites her lower lip and then rushes, "Do you want me to use any special safe words?"

  I consider her question. I know I'd stop at any sign of distress, regardless of safe words, but I'm happy to practice using those, too. "Sure, let's go with the standard traffic lights—red and yellow. All right?"

  "I—yes, please." Her mouth curves slowly upward, and then her lips part to allow her tongue a quick lick across them, almost making me forget my line of thought. I resist the distraction, just barely.

  "Okay then. Red and yellow. Don't hesitate to use them, either. This is what practice is all about, okay?"

  Her grin widens. "Yes, sir." Her eyes crinkle at the corners, and then she bites her lip and looks me up and down before catching my gaze with hers. "Um, may I use green, too?"

  I tilt my head but nod. "Of course. Green’s good."

  She giggles, then throws her head back and shouts up to the room, "Green! Please, please, I’m so fucking green right now!"

  I burst out laughing even as I roll over to straddle her hips. As I straighten up and loom tall above her bound, spread form, my amusement quickly dissipates, replaced with thick, hard lust. I’m still fully dressed in my jeans and T-shirt, only my feet bare, while she’s utterly naked below me. I’m bigger and stronger and completely in control, and by God, the sense of power is intoxicating. I stay there, keeping my weight on my knees and my eyes locked with Hadlee's, and breathe it in, letting it wash over me, into me, filling me up until I'm steadfast and centered.

  Yes, this is what it's all about.

  I look down at her, then slowly lean over and take her mouth in a slow, hot kiss. She welcomes my lips and my tongue, opening up to me, drawing me in as she arches up to try and rub her naked chest against my torso. I chuckle and pull back, all the way off her and up to my feet next to the bed.

  "Oh no, sweetheart, we've only just started. Now, where's that pretty silk scarf of yours?"

  I turn to her dresser and find her lingerie drawer, figuring she may keep some other delicates there as well. Soon I find the long scrap of slippery lavender-colored silk—and under it, a real treasure. With a delighted chuckle, I grab it and turn around, waving the realistically shaped, flesh-toned silicone cock between us.

  "Well, well, well. What have we here?"

  Hadlee blushes beet red and bites her lip, then meets my eyes boldly.

  "Umm, Cameron, please meet my very close, loyal, and longtime friend, Dan the Dildo. Dan, please meet Cameron, my boyfriend. I hope you two will play nicely together."

  My grin turns feral, exposing my teeth, even while internally I celebrate the title she so easily chose for me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still sassy, even when tied, spread-eagled, and naked? I guess I'll need to do something about that, hmm?"

  She breathes a "Yes, sir," as she takes in the unveiled need in my expression. Her cheekiness melts away then, leaving her vulnerable, aroused, and expectant before me.

  I take my time absorbing the sight of her. I've never seen her so beautiful. The candlelight flickers along her curves, accentuating their supple smoothness. With her hands tied above her head, her breasts are pushed higher on her chest, the shadows around them forming almost perfect circles while light accentuates their fullness, gleaming over her creamy globes. As my eyes roam her body, her light pink nipples harden under my gaze, pushing out and up, begging to be touched.

  Not yet.

  My gaze trails lower, watching her midriff ripple with her excitement. Lower still to her softly rounded belly, the darkened dip of her belly button rising and falling rhythmically, hypnotically. I watch it for a few more heartbeats until a gleam of moisture twinkles at me from between her spread thighs, pulling my attention there.

  Her hairless pussy with its slit glistening, red-pink and swollen, and her tight opening, already coated with her sweet-smelling and wonderfully tasting juices.

  My dick, swollen and ready, tries to push itself out of my jeans, but I ignore it. My need to control Hadlee, to play her body and her mind, to take her places she's never been before is far, far greater than my need to fuck her.

  I breathe deep and slow, letting that buzz flow through me, bring every cell in my body alive.

  Hadlee whimpers softly and arches her back, her face flushed. I shake my head slightly, admonishing her.

  "Shh. Lie still."

  She pouts a little but does as she's told. I smile approvingly and finally move closer to kneel on the bed. I place the dildo on her torso, nestled in the valley between her breasts, and then hold her silk scarf in front of me.

  "Raise your head, sweetheart."

  She does, and I tie the scarf over her eyes, knotting it loosely under her, not wanting any uncomfortable lump to annoy her.

  "There, how's that feel?" I ask when I finish arranging the silk folds over her eyes to make sure she’s completely blindfolded.

  "Oh… feels good. Thank you," she says softly, not a trace of sass in her tone.

  God, she submits so beautifully. I smile in awed satisfaction, knowing she can't see me. Out loud, I reply, "Mmm, good. Now, you mentioned that you hoped I'd include Dan in our play, didn't you?"

  "Oh, yes. Pretty please." She nods enthusiastically, and I chuckle as I pick up the heavy, flesh-toned toy and start trailing it around her breasts. Hadlee responds by arching up, and I withdraw, denying her contact.

  "No. Lie still, remember?"

  "Yes." Immediately she relaxes onto the bed. "Sorry."

  "Hmm. That was your warning, sweetheart. Next time you do that, there’ll be consequences."

  She gasps and then smiles. "Yes."

  We've played this game before. She'd made me spank her ass over and over again by deliberately and repeatedly breaking my “no moving” rule. This time, however, it's not her ass I'm going to spank. We'll see if she likes that.

  I bring the dildo to her smiling mouth, trailing it along her lips. She smiles wider and sticks her tongue out to lick along the silicone shaft, making it glide more easily with each passing. I watch, entranced, as her tongue slides lovingly along the fake cock.

  Fuck. So sexy.

  Changing angles, I rest the fat head on her stretched-out tongue and nudge forward. Hadlee takes the hint and opens wide, taking a couple of inches into her mouth before hollowing her cheeks and starting to suck for real.

  I swear I can feel her mouth on my dick. I breathe hard, grit my teeth, and fuck her mouth deeper with the toy. I stop abruptly and pull out—mostly because I know I’ll explode in my pants if I continue—and then glide the toy down her neck to her breasts before gently rolling its wet tip around one nipple, then the other, painting them with her saliva.

  Hadlee strains against the ropes holding her arms as she struggles not to move, and I smile down at her. Though she can't see me, I know she can hear the approval in my voice. "Good girl. Stay still."

  I tease her nipples a few more times, then bring the dildo back to her lips for more lubrication. "Suck."

  Fucking her mouth slowly again with the toy, I look down at her body. I want to touch her so bad; I know she wants me to touch her, too. Between her thighs, a tiny trickle of moisture seeps down between her ass cheeks.

  Not yet.

  When I pull the fake dick out of her wet lips and circle her nipple with it this time, she arches up high. "Oh please, please!"

  I pull it away from her body only to return sharply a moment later, spanking the underside of her breast with her own dildo.

  "Ahh, yessss…."

  Hadlee sinks back as if absorbing the impact for a moment, then pushes her breasts up, back off the bed, c
learly asking for more.

  I chuckle and oblige, spanking her other breast a little harder, watching it jiggle up and down from the impact, then bloom with a light pink stripe to match the one already decorating its twin. I rub my palm across both, then firmly squeeze each in turn. Hadlee sighs, and when I remove my hand, she arches her back high again.

  "I take it you're green, sweetheart?"

  "Oh yes, I'm green. Please, I'm absolutely green!"

  I start raining sweet lashes all over her plentiful mounds. The dildo makes a perfect implement to spank her breasts with—thick and heavy, long enough for me to get a good grip but short enough to keep perfect aim, with just a little give and that soft silicone cover to make sure I don't accidentally bruise her. Time seems to melt away as I focus on delivering her body the treatment it so obviously craves. Hadlee moans and squirms at times, but whenever I take a break, she pushes her chest high again, silently asking for more.

  I lean over to take her lips in a soft kiss, to show her it's okay. When I'm about to pull back, Hadlee sighs and opens her mouth, her tongue inviting me in. Unable to ignore her request, I deepen the kiss.

  After a few long moments, I finally withdraw, looking down at her poor reddened breasts. "Let's make you feel all green again, shall we?"

  She smiles tentatively and nods. Reaching over to her dresser, I fish around until I find her lotion. "Hmm, this should do. Let's see."

  I remove the silk tie from her eyes. Taking a generous glob, I rub my hands a bit to spread it evenly between them, then bring my palms to Hadlee's breasts gently. The touch of cool cream against her inflamed skin must feel good, because Hadlee first inhales sharply and then exhales slowly before relaxing into my touch, closing her eyes in blissful surrender.

  I glide my slippery hands all around her flushed, swollen breasts, aiming to soothe rather than ignite her passion, but after a few gentle strokes, Hadlee moans. "God, that feels good…."

  Smiling, I bend down to blow cool air over her cream-covered skin, chilling it further. Hadlee shudders as her nipples crinkle and tighten right in front of my eyes. Before I make any conscious decision, my fingers close around them, rolling each pink, hard peak between thumbs and forefingers, tweaking and pulling on them lightly.

  "Oh my gosh!" Hadlee squeals and arches her back high.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk. How quickly she forgets," I mumble, though I know she can hear me, her eyes widening before my fingers squeeze her nipples hard.

  "Arrggghhh!"

  Hadlee grunts at the brief pain, but then her face softens when my fingers relax their grip, going back to their light, teasing play, pleasuring her. Her arm muscles flex as she pulls hard at her ropes, fighting her need to move.

  "Good girl." I smile and reward her by blowing more cool air onto her skin, then licking and sucking on each nipple in turn. I can feel a fine tremor in her body as she struggles with herself, willing her body to keep still under my touch.

  God, I love this. Having her like that, completely at my mercy, submitting to my will.

  I suck harder, taking more of her breast into my mouth. Hadlee whimpers, and I know the pleasures now tinged with residual pain as her abused tissues are pulled into play, but I keep going regardless, trusting that she'd use the safe word if need be this time around. I release her breast and catch her disappointed sigh before taking the other into my mouth, making her squeal again.

  I want to make her come like that, riding the line of pain and pleasure.

  The thought makes me hot. Too hot. I all but tear my T-shirt off my body before throwing it carelessly behind my back. When I find Hadlee's eyes again, they’re devouring my body with as much greed as mine are hers.

  I smile wickedly. That's tough, sweetheart. I'm the one who calls the shots here.

  My hand starts the journey down her body while my mouth covers her breast again. I stroke down her soft, quivering belly before moving to squeeze her inner thigh, teasing us both by avoiding her pussy for a few seconds longer. I can feel its damp heat calling me, begging me to claim it. I let Hadlee's breast pop out of my lips momentarily as I prop myself up on one arm, needing to watch my own actions as finally, slowly, I move my hand to her center.

  I rub along her smooth lower lips, all the way down to her tight asshole and then back up to her clit before thrusting deeper this time, my middle finger sinking into her slick, open slit, sucked right into her tight tunnel.

  We both gasp as I push all the way in, almost losing my head when her inner muscles squeeze around my thick digit. Unwilling to give her any power over me—not right now—I pull out to tease around her opening, then focus a few moments on the soft spot above it that I’ve learned can drive her crazy. Only when I feel her melt under my touch do I move my finger another half inch and start rubbing tight, hard circles over her clit.

  Hadlee throws her head back and cries out in pleasure. Bringing my forearm under her stretched shoulder, I fist my fingers in the hair at her nape to keep her arched like that while my mouth goes back to feast on her breasts, half-pleasing, half-tormenting her. At the same time, my fingers continue working her clit, edging her ever closer to her climax.

  There's nothing for Hadlee to do now but take every sensation I'm giving her and absorb it in her tied, spread-eagled, immobile body. She struggles a little, though not trying to release herself, more like verifying her bonds are still there, holding her in place. Her hands are fisted around the knots holding her rings in place, and she pulls the ropes down toward her head from time to time, which only serves to stretch her whole body up.

  Her legs flex repeatedly but are kept spread wide, her toes curling and uncurling in time to my fingers rubbing her clit. She keeps trying to move her head from side to side, but it only increases my pull on her hair. Hadlee keeps doing it anyway, moaning deeply every time she does. Her eyes are tightly shut, her mouth’s open, and her cheeks are flushed red—as is her whole body.

  I've never wanted a woman more in my life.

  Releasing her breast, I take the other one in my mouth and suck it deep, knowing her abused flesh would protest, but also knowing that, at this point, her pleasure would outweigh the pain—would only deepen it, in fact.

  Her breath hitches in her throat as a gush of heat soaks my fingers before she bucks and cries out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She strains into my fingers as if suspended in time for a few long moments while I keep stroking hard and quick. She's so wet that thick drops of her juices splash out from my furious rubbing, dampening her thighs and soaking into the towel below. Yesss! I hiss in triumph.

  Hadlee shudders and slumps back with another whiny “Oh, fuck….” I slow down, reducing the pressure on her still-throbbing clit, but keep going as long as her body continues to spasm until she finally settles back, her chest still heaving.

  I still my fingers and release her hair. She rolls her neck lightly from side to side, a slow smile stretching across her sweaty face. Leaving her pussy, I trail my wet fingers up her body to her face, then rub them gently across her lips. She smiles wider and opens her eyes, holding my gaze as she sucks and licks them clean, enjoying her own taste on my skin if her moans are anything to go by. I let her have her fun for a few moments, then move them more purposefully into her mouth, fucking it with two fingers.

  Hadlee's eyes widen slightly and then darken, and she sucks deeper still, bobbing her head back and forth.

  "What's your color, sweetheart?" I ask, although I know the answer. I pull my fingers out of her mouth, gliding them along her drenched pussy.

  "Oh fuck, I'm so green right now."

  I smile. "Good." I climb off the bed to stand up, looking down at her. She stares back expectantly. Walking around to the foot of the bed, I carefully release Hadlee's legs from the ropes holding them in place. She seems a little disappointed but doesn't protest, and I nod to her with a little smile.

  "Raise your hips, sweetheart."

  Hadlee groans deeply when she plants her feet against the bed and pushes her hips u
p. I pull the cushion out from under her and then cup her cheek, looking into her eyes.

  "Sore?"

  She bites her lip and answers truthfully. "Just a little. My muscles aren't used to this, I guess."

  “Hmm. Let's switch you into a different position, then. Can you turn onto your belly?"

  She does, albeit awkwardly, crossing her still-bound wrists above her head in the process.

  "Good. Now can you get up on your knees and elbows?"

  "Mmhmm" comes her muffled reply before she pushes up to take the position, moaning again as her muscles pull and flex, adjusting to it.

  "Good girl." I move up and, seeing her wrists are still crossed, pull her higher on the bed so the ropes relax, allowing her to part her arms and lean them straight from elbow to palm on the bed. The ring knots lie atop the backs of her hands. She could slip her hands out easily at any time, but she hasn’t—and even now, she makes no move to do so.

  Because she wants this. She wants you to dominate her. She wants to submit to you.

  On fire for her now, my movements grow sharp. I grab the cushion and shove it over her arms so she can rest her forehead or cheeks against it. I know I'm going to be rough—there’s no way I could go gently now—and I don't want to worry about rope burns to her face.

  Stepping back, I finally remove my pants and boxers. My dick springs free and my hand goes to it, giving it a long-overdue pull. God, I need to fuck her so bad. Moving onto the bed, I settle on my knees behind Hadlee, my cock resting heavily along the crease of her ass, and she wiggles back against me. My hands come down hard, spanking her sharply on both cheeks at once, and then I grab her hips to keep them from moving.

  Hadlee shrieks, then giggles and buries her head in the pillow that covers her arms.

  “What part of 'stay still' didn't you understand, sweetheart?" I growl, and she giggles again.

  “I’m sorry! I'm trying, but it's so hard not to move."

  Her tone—not even a tiny bit contrite—tells me all I need to know. She wants it rough. She wants me to spank her while I fuck her doggy style, her arms still tied with my rope.