by Liz Crowe
Curiosity got the better of me.
“So, where did you learn about the BDSM stuff?” My head rested on his chest and I was running my fingers up and down his forearm. “I mean, do you go to secret clubs and stuff?” I chuckled nervously.
“Are you sure you want to know? Think you can handle it?” His voice was deep and soft. I popped my head up to look at him, a little alarmed by his words, and he pressed my head back down. “Relax, Cassidy. If you really want to know I’ll tell you.”
I hesitated briefly contemplating if I really did want to know. “I want to know.”
“It was after Jason’s death. I went back to school after winter break and I had so much anger in me that I was getting out of control. I was picking fights in bars and finally got myself arrested. I hired an attorney and she’s who introduced me to it all.” He must have felt me stiffen, “Don’t worry. She just introduced me and showed me the ropes.”
Looking up at him, a million bizarre scenarios started running through my mind. “Showed you the ropes? Were you her boy toy?” I scrunched up my face but my voice was playful as he shook his head with a grin.
“It was strictly a platonic friendship, she was my Mentor. She’s married now with kids. I see her occasionally, mostly work related.” He continued stroking my back and running his fingers through my hair and it felt heavenly. After a few minutes he broke the silence, “Have I scared you away?”
“No,” shaking my head against his chest.
“Then what are you thinking?”
“Mmm, I was thinking about all of it, if I’m doing it for you or whatever. If there’s something more I could do for you. I assume you’re a Dom and I guess that makes me a sub?”
“Yes, I am, a Dom that is.” His tone was gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with being submissive, it doesn’t make you weak. I sensed it the first time I saw you. It actually requires great strength.”
“I just, well, some of the shit I read about is really scary and some of it really turns me on, at least when I read about it, that is. I don’t know how I’d react in real life.” I hesitated and he stroked my cheek as if to encourage me. “I don’t know how to ask this.”
“What is it Cassidy? You can ask me anything.”
His tone was reassuring so I asked, “Well, how far would you take it with me? I don’t want you to hold back, but I don’t know how dark and twisted you are, either. You’re a little intimidating and I don’t know if I could ever tell you no.” Had I just said that out loud? It was true; I trusted him and I wanted to give him everything he wanted and needed.
“Are you asking me if I want to hurt you? If I’m a sadist?”
“I guess so.”
“I am dark and twisted, Cassidy, but you already know that. You’re the first person, outside the secret clubs, who knows this about me and hasn’t persecuted me for it. Maybe I should ask you what things turn you on in your books and what things scare you.”
Sitting up, I pushed myself off his chest and straddled his thighs. He looked up at me, his eyes transfixed on mine and I let out a deep breath, feeling my cheeks flush.
“I love when you blush. Go on, you can’t scare me.” Winking and crossing his hands across his chest he waited for me to speak.
“So, there really are secret clubs?” I was barely able to control the excitement in my voice.
“Yes, there are. So, what things have you read about that scare you?”
“Well, I don’t think I could handle blood play, for many reasons.” Staring at my own hands that were playing with a loose string on the hem of his shirt, I looked up and he nodded agreement. “Um, do people really play with electricity?” His look gave me my answer. “That’s too scary, no thank you.” He smiled. “I’m not really sure, it’s not like I’ve been to any secret clubs or parties. Just the things I’ve read and the things we’ve done are what I know.”
“Would you want to go to a party with me? We could just observe, no pressure or expectations.” As if sensing my question before I asked it, he took my hands in his and pressed them to his chest. “It’s strictly confidential. I know in your line of work it could make things uncomfortable. Some people wear masks, but everyone signs confidentiality contracts.”
Leaning down on his chest so I could be closer to his face I said, “I would go with you; no pressure or expectations.” That smile I loved broke the contours of his face and he pulled me down and kissed me.
“Just so you know, full disclosure and all. I’m an odd Dom. I don’t have any one specific kink. My kink is your kink.” My eyes scrunched together in question. “If you want to be hurt, I’ll hurt you, purely consensual. I like finding out what turns my sub on while pushing her limits. But I never want her afraid or untrusting. I told you, I’m an odd Dom.”
“I think we could all be considered odd in one form or another. I’m happy to be your sub, even if I’m still not really sure what that means.”
“I’ll see when the next party is. There’s usually one around Thanksgiving.” He tucked my head into the crook of his neck.
“My dad and Lisa are getting married on Black Friday. I’m the maid of honor, so as long as it doesn’t interfere.”
“Black Friday?”
Giggling, “The day after Thanksgiving, biggest shopping day of the year; people call it Black Friday.”
“Oh, okay. So you’re the maid of honor?”
“Yup, and Cal is the best man. Lisa doesn’t have any kids and it was really important to them both that Cal and I partake. I’m also putting the reception together.”
“Where are they getting married?”
“Oh, it’s just a small family thing at the house. We’re having it catered, that sort of thing.”
“Oh, okay.” His tone was a little off and I realized my blunder.
Sitting up to look at him, I asked, “Do you want to come?”
“I’m not inviting myself to your father’s wedding, Cassidy. You said it was a small family thing.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Pressing my lips together, I tried to contain my laughter. “You’re acting like a girl. Of course I want you there with me, if you want.” I turned my eyes away from him and he started tickling my hips.
“I’m not acting like a girl. I wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to see you in a dress. Count me in.” I was laughing hysterically before he finally stopped. “You could wear that purple corset Anthony got you?”
Catching my breath I responded, “I can’t wear that to the wedding, I have to wear my dress.”
“To the secret party, silly.”
Straddling his waist, he reached up to stroke my hair and his hand continued down my neck as he caressed the exposed skin above my breasts. His touch sent goose bumps across my body.
“Oh. What else would I wear?”
As he shifted his hips below me I was aware of his rigid cock against my crotch. I casually pressed down against him, still sensitive from our session on the dining table earlier. It sent a ripple of pleasure through my belly and James appeared calm, cool, and collected.
“Oh.” I maneuvered against him again, unable to resist the sweet sensations. His eyes closed for a brief second, but he made no move to stop or encourage me.
Contemplating my next move, he shifted up again and I inhaled sharply as his eyes drilled into me expectantly. Losing confidence, I started to climb off his lap and his hands quickly seized my hips and put me back where I was. “Whoa! Not so fast. Why’d you stop?”
“I, well, I thought maybe you weren’t in the mood.”
He released a boisterous laugh, “You really don’t like making the first move, do you?” When I confirmed he said, “I want you, Cassidy. Do with me what you want.” I looked into his eyes and leaned down to kiss his face. “I don’t always have to be in control. I’m not that dark and twisted, but don’t tell anyone.” He smirked at me and I continued planting kisses on his jaw.
Working my way to his ear, I bit it gently and heard him hiss
in response. I licked behind his ear and down his neck to bite the meaty flesh of his muscled neck, nibbling my way down to his shoulder while pulling the neck of his shirt aside. His hands moved under the back of my shirt and seared the skin of my lower back. Pulling my hips down against him, we both groaned. Between my sweatpants and his silky running shorts I could feel almost every ridge of his body.
I pushed his shirt up to expose his abdomen and chest and that amazing V of his. He was covered in a smattering of hair that I just loved and ran my fingers through it leisurely. He made no attempt to stop me so I bent down to taste his flesh, his pecs flexed under my lips as my hands gripped him just above his hips. I licked along his collar bone and back down to his sternum as he remained still, but his breathing was increasing.
When I looked up to him his eyes were closed. I caressed the stubble on his cheeks with the tops of my hands and traced the faint outline of his scar, realizing the original injury must have been severe. I kissed his closed eyes and when I lifted my head he opened his eyes slightly. They were heavy and a crisp shade of green; I could stare into them forever. The intensity of his glare sent another shudder through me before I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb down the center of his mouth. He quickly sucked my thumb into his mouth and pulled on it until I moaned. Reaching between us, I palmed his erection and his eyes closed once more. Releasing my thumb from his mouth, he pushed his cock harder against my hand.
“I want this off,” I said as I pulled on his shirt and he rose up to accommodate me.
I threw his shirt to the floor and began to kiss and bite his well-formed shoulders. I needed to taste and feel as much of him as I could while he allowed me to. I knew that at any moment he would take the control back, and while I was eager for him to do so; I wanted just a little more time to revel in his grandeur.
Scooting down to straddle his knees while nipping at his taut belly, I sat up and ran my hands up and under his shorts while admiring the outline of his erection against the silky navy blue shorts. My hands reached his boxer briefs and I fingered the hem before digging my fingers into his thighs. He moaned, but his expression appeared calm, so I continued my pursuit under his shorts until I reached his waist. He stared at me intently as I tugged his shorts and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop. His cock bobbed against his body and I knew he wanted me. I was hungry for him and fisted his base while licking up to his crown.
“Jesus, lady.” His hips thrust against me as I took him in my mouth.
~ JAMES ~
I felt her smile around my cock and glide her tongue down my pulsing length like the vixen she was. Her other hand was massaging my thigh when she tucked it under my ass and squeezed. She was devouring my erection as I fisted the couch cushions at my sides. Sheathing her teeth with her succulent lips, she dragged them up and down while sucking away.
Gathering my hand in her red locks, I thrust into her deeper. She tensed momentarily before relaxing around my girth, then pulled back and circled her tongue around my engorged head and I shoved myself back in. Her determined pursuit had me reeling and I wanted nothing more than for her to continue. Fuck, she was good.
“I want to see your eyes,” I growled my request as she peered up at me. She removed her mouth and hovered above my cock. A wickedly delicious smile spread across her lips before she licked me again from base to tip while keeping her eyes on mine. “Suck it.”
She obeyed, increasing the pressure from before while she bobbed up and down. Her free hand began circling my balls and I was already so close. I thought that mouth of hers was magic as she fisted me vigorously.
“I want to please you.” She panted the words before I pushed her mouth back to my cock.
“Harder, Cassidy.” She tightened her grip and moaned as I pulled her hair. “Are you ready?”
I felt her nod as the pulsing began. My balls crawled up inside before I started pouring into her. She took me deep as I flowed down her throat; continuing to lick, tug and squeeze as the aftershocks subsided. Eventually she peeled her mouth off of me and smiled at me seductively. She made to sit at the other end of the couch, but I snatched her wrist and pulled her down to me.
“Who taught you to do that?” She giggled as I pulled her mouth to mine and I bit and sucked on her lips as she purred. “I can’t usually come from blow jobs alone and that’s the second time you’ve done it for me.”
“Happy to oblige,” she mewled before taking my lip between her teeth. “Maybe the other girls weren’t doing it right.”
I laughed boisterously at that, “You may be right.” I stroked her hair as she rested her head on my chest. “You’re quite good.”
She spoke, barely a whisper, “Thank you.”
“You have me at a disadvantage. You’re not naked and I am. That’s new for me.” Tickling her side gently, I ran my hands over her hips.
“I like you naked.” She tongued a nipple before looking up at me.
“Up you go. I owe you an orgasm.” She helped me to my feet and I pulled my boxer briefs and shorts back up from their resting place around my calves. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout at my semi clothed figure before I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs, pulling her up behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tranquil
~ CASSIDY ~
I woke on my stomach with his body pressed to mine and I was hugging my pillow under my head. His slow, deep breathing was whispering its warmth over my hair and indicated he was still asleep. His chest was blanketing my back, with his arm around my torso, holding me like I was his possession and our legs were tangled together. He had me almost completely immobile, almost like he was using me as a body pillow. The heavy weight of his body on top of mine was a welcome prison I never wanted to escape. I could sleep like that forever, safe in the cocoon of his body.
Attempting to pull away from him I heard him groan as his hold on me tightened. Several more minutes passed before he released his hold on me and rolled to his other side. I crept out of bed, grabbing my sweats and a t-shirt as I headed downstairs. I had the day off and had a sudden craving for breakfast—a real breakfast—pancakes, eggs, the works.
The coffee was brewing and I was mixing pancake batter when I heard him moving around upstairs. Soon the shower was running and I was tempted to join him, but my growling stomach deterred me. I was placing various plates of food on the table when I heard him bounding down the stairs.
“She cooks!”
Turning to him with a smile, I found him leaning on the doorjamb watching me intently, his hair damp and circling his face. He wore a pin stripe suit, white shirt and blue tie and he was gorgeous. I smirked at him and his remark before I went back to the kitchen.
“It smells delicious.” Coming over to help me load the table with food, I shooed him away.
“No, my treat, sit down and enjoy.”
Humoring me, he obliged. His chin was resting in his hands that were propped up by his elbows, while watching me bustle through the kitchen.
“Coffee?”
I brought him a mug full of coffee and placed the few different flavored creamers I had on the table along with sugar. I noted that he didn’t use any creamer but added at least two packets of sugar. I sat across from him, motioned for his plate and he held it out while I loaded it with pancakes, eggs and sausage. I topped my plate with the same as he poured us some orange juice. He buttered his pancakes, topped them with syrup before digging in and I took a sip of my orange juice, watching him eat. He was busy chewing when he squinted at me. He noticed.
“Is that cinnamon in the pancakes?”
I smiled proudly, “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s great. I don’t think I’ve ever had cinnamon pancakes.” He continued eating, “You’re hired.”
Chuckling I retorted, “Don’t get used to it!” Then I winked at him.
“So, what do you have planned today? Cecily gave you the day off, right?” I nodded. “The spa has openings today if you want to redeem
those gift certificates from my parents.”
I perked up at that, “Really, on such short notice?”
“Absolutely. Just say the word.”
For half a second I contemplated it. “Yes! That would be amazing!”
Pulling out his cell and pushing a few buttons he made the call. “Hi, Ginger, it’s James. I need to make some appointments for today. Yes. No. For Cassidy Charles, she has gift certificates for massage, facial, mani/pedi and a cut and color, though her color is perfect. Alright. Let me check.” He pulled the phone away from his face, “Can you be there by ten?” I nodded enthusiastically. “That’ll work. Thanks, Ginger.” He ended the call and put his cell back in his breast pocket.
We finished our breakfast in almost complete silence, casting knowing smiles at each other. I was debating whether or not to bring up last night and decided that he should know I thoroughly enjoyed myself. After he’d untied me, we talked for a couple hours before he took me again. His libido was insane, not that I was complaining.
During our pillow talk we discussed things that your average new couple would discuss; a previous relationship, childhood memories, likes and dislikes and so on. There weren’t any crazy revelations, though I suspected there was a lot he hadn’t told me. We were getting to know more about one another other than our sexual appetites. It was refreshing.
“I really enjoyed myself last night.”
He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with those green eyes and that smirk that made me squirm in my seat.
“I have to go to work. Do you know where the spa is?”
“Oh, umm.”
“It’s in my office building across from the hotel, on the third floor. I’ll let security know to expect you.”
I stood to clear the dishes and he held his hand out to me. I accepted it and he pulled me to his lap, grasping my chin and pulling my lips to his. Quickly, the kiss moved from slow and sensual to heated and frenzied.
Breaking away between kisses I whispered, “If you’re not careful, I’ll take you again on the table.”
