COCKY_Hard Limits Panty-Melting Romance_SOS Security

by Eva Greer

  He smiles at me then. “I signed an NDA on the clinic, babe, but if I go with it, I’ll carve out a clause that allows me to fill you in on all the details.”

  “Fair enough,” I smile, imagining Caden in a white physician’s coat, and how handsome and sexy he would be.

  “Want to play doctor later?” he asks with a sly grin.

  “Okay, so that freaks me out,” I admit.

  His head cocks slightly and he studies me again. “Why?”

  “Because you just read my mind, again. I was thinking about how sexy you’d be in a white physician’s jacket—well you’re always sexy, but you know what I mean—and then you ask me if I want to play doctor. Seriously, Caden, how do you do that?”

  “I get you, babe. I don’t know what to tell you beyond that. I literally get you. I can read you.”

  I nod, it’s a foregone conclusion that he can, but it doesn’t alter the fact that it’s freaky sometimes.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” and the intensity of his eyes made me squeamish.

  “Not really,” I admit.

  “Got something against doctors?” he asks, and I can tell he’s a little concerned.

  “Of course not,” I breathe.

  “But…?”

  “Caden—I—I don’t know. I don’t like being in a position where I feel vulnerable.”

  He nods, encouraging me.

  “I have good friends who are docs, and family members for that matter. I’m fine with it on that level—“ I pause, searching for the answer.

  He sits back in his chair and starts to analyze me, but I can tell he’s not as worried. “We can work through it,” he tells me.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” I admit.

  I’m rewarded with one of his brilliant smiles.

  Chapter 17

  We flew into the San Francisco airport. I had gotten a room for us at the Four Seasons. We had plans to attend the Hard Limits BDSM club I was a member of tonight. They had a few locations in select cities throughout the country, and San Fran was one of them.

  Avery had seemed a bit off all day today. It was disappointing—it was our last day together for a while and at this point, I wasn’t sure how long that would be—but it mostly worried me.

  She’d put her hand on her stomach more than once, and I couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or something else. She’d avoided direct answers to my questions about it, and now that we were at the hotel, I was going to get to the bottom of it.

  We walked into the Presidential Suite at the Four Seasons, and for the first time that day I saw her eyes light up.

  “Wow, Caden, this is beautiful!” She moved into the living room and immediately stood before the windows affording a sweeping view of the Yerba Buena Gardens and South Market neighborhood.

  I joined her at the windows and put my arm around her waist. “One of my favorite hotels for that very reason.”

  “Have you been here often?” she asked, her brow creased.

  “Just a few times on business, but San Francisco is one of my favorite cities in the US.”

  “I like it here, too,” and she smiled the first genuine smile I’d seen all day.

  I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I also wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with her today, and at this point, I was considering canceling our reservation at the club. I didn’t want her closed off emotionally the first time we visited a BDSM club, and at this point, that’s exactly what she was.

  “Come sit with me,” I put my hand on her lower back and guided her to the couch, pressing her down, and taking her hands in mine. “What’s going on with you? And don’t tell me it’s nothing,” I demanded.

  She swallowed and brushed her palms together.

  “Face me.” It came out more like a growl, but I wanted her to know I meant business.

  “Are we officially ‘on’? She asked, her lips turned up ever so slightly.

  “If that’s what it takes, yes.”

  Her eyes flew to mine. “Okay,” she agreed. “I’m just going to regurgitate, so don’t interrupt me.”

  I nodded.

  “I think it’s a combination of things. I left Cocky behind with your friend, which I agreed to do and in light of the schedule I’ll have once back from vacation, it’s absolutely the right thing to do.” A smile softened her face. “It’s so sweet to see Cocky with your friend’s kids, and gosh, who would have guessed he’d be so good with them. I even love that they’re calling him ‘Cocker’ instead of Cocky. I think he actually loves the name.” She licks her lips and takes a deep breath.

  “Next, I have a big IP case that I’m starting tomorrow,” she glances at me.

  I nod, encouraging her to continue—regurgitating. Interesting choice of words, but I remain silent. “And I’ve let my mind go there today even though I shouldn’t,” she admits. “I’m trying to push it out of my head, and leave it for tomorrow, but it appears the TM holder that we’re suing went a bit off the deep end in her social media over the weekend. Truthfully, I can’t believe her attorneys are not reining her in. There’s more than one moving part, likely more than one lawsuit involved, and it’s going to be complicated beyond the legal components. Typically an IP case is fairly black and white but this one will be anything but.” She looks at me to confirm I’m following her, and I nod. “Truthfully, the legal opinion appears to support that the TM should never have been granted, which one would think would make my job easier, but in reality, the burden of proof is still on me to prove it.”

  Avery seeks my eyes again and I make sure she knows she has them. They haven’t left her face.

  “I don’t tend to get emotionally involved in my cases—ever—but this one has been different and I’m not sure what to do about it. At first glance, I partially respected the fact that the TM holder was able to get a TM for what she did. Honestly, IP law does not support the decision she’s been granted, in my opinion.”

  I bite my lip to keep the smile off my face. She’s so adorable when she’s in lawyer mode.

  “But now, in light of new evidence, clearly provided by the TM holder, I think this is going to be a long and emotional battle. In some cases, holders will back off when they, and their attorneys, clearly see that the TM was granted in error and is likely to be revoked. In this case, however, there’s a bigger issue, and it’s wrapped up in ego, and it’s not going to be pretty. It already isn’t pretty and people are being harmed by the TM and external factors.”

  “Next, I’m sad,” she admits, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m really sad our weekend is coming to an end.”

  Tears slowly make their way down her cheeks. I take her hands in mine but just listen.

  “I don’t want it to end,” she admits, holding back a sob.

  If I were honest with myself, I’d have to say I’m surprised at the level of vulnerability she’s admitting. It worries me and makes my heart soar all at the same time.

  “I’m worried about how we’ll make this work,” she whispers after a brief pause, “and I really want it to,” she assures me, her tear-filled eyes back on mine.

  “Me too, babe,” I assure her, breaking my silence.

  “Last but not least,” she admits, “I’m a tiny bit nervous about tonight but mostly really excited.”

  The light comes back into her eyes and she squeezes my hands. I realize the one thing I thought we needed to scrap in our night might be the one thing she really needs.

  “You can speak now,” she tells me and I reward her with a smile, and then pull her into my side, holding her tight.

  When I do, I can feel that she’s shivering slightly, and it worries me. She’s kept this from me, and she has to learn that she can’t. Not anymore. I debate while holding her, uncertain if I should do a test run with her right now to distract her and help her let off some steam, or just comfort her.

  “Do we have time for some play?” she asks, her voice hesitant.

  That’s my girl.

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p; Chapter 18

  I was on my knees in the center of the bedroom of our suite, naked. My hands are clasped behind my back, my breasts thrust forward. My head pointing down. It’s the first time he’s asked me to take this position and I’m shocked at how turned on I am. It’s naughty and humiliating, but somehow very satisfying.

  He’s walked around me three times now, and every time I feel my pussy grow wetter, my nipples harder.

  He moves over to the dresser and pulls out a small box he’d placed there earlier. I can’t wait to find out what’s inside. I suspect it’s going to be my first experience with toys. I’m curious what he’s chosen.

  “Stand and come to me.”

  I push my hands on the floor, push up, and join him by the dresser.

  “Did I tell you to move your hands?” he asks.

  “No, sir,” I look at him, unsure.

  “Hands behind your back and keep them there.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper.

  He swiftly wraps one of his hands behind my back, holding my hands in place. His face is dangerously close to my sensitive nipples. My body is on high alert.

  “Your breasts are so beautiful,” he said, moving me so my back was against the dresser. “Keep your hands just above your ass,” he instructed, cupping my breasts and squeezing them before letting them go to snag my nipples between his fingers.

  I should have anticipated it, but I didn’t. He’d been rough with my nipples in the past, but this—his fingers clamped and tightened, tightened, and tightened some more. My nipples felt hot like someone had pierced them. I yelped and tried to move back, but I was already as far back against the dresser as I could go.

  “Shh,” he whispered, his eyes moving from my extended nipples to my face. The blush on my cheeks deepened. His fingers loosened, but then clamped on my nipples again, this time with a twist, and then, if possible, tighter than before.

  “Breathe,” he instructed.

  I whimpered, and he tugged them, not loosening the vice grip at all. Next, he released one and I let out a long slow breath. He reached behind me and grabbed a chain with clamps on the end. Nipple clamps. I bit my lower lip.

  He released the other breast, and it tingled as blood rushed back to it. Next, he held my left breast in his hand, then pulled the nipple hard with his right. His left hand grabbed the nipple clamp and placed it at the base of my extended nipple. “Fuck!” I moaned.

  He repeated the same steps with my other breast and then tugged at the chain. It was all I could do not to scream yellow! When he licked the tips of my nipples, my legs buckled.

  “Not yet,” he commanded, his voice sharp. “Spread your legs.”

  I did.

  “Wider.”

  I spread them wider, and his finger dipped into my folds as I moved. My breath hitched, and he reminded me to breathe. His finger sliding easily into my pussy, and he pumped once, then twice.

  I was panting now, the pain in my nipples making every sensation more intense than ever before. I started to wonder if I was cut out for this when he twisted his finger and tapped against the top of my pussy.

  I immediately went up on my tippy toes, legs spread, but there was no escaping his fingers.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  “Please what, babe?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “Only good girls get my cock, Avery, and you’ve been bad tonight, haven’t you?”

  “How were you bad, Avery?” he asked, continuing to tap just inside my pussy.

  “I can’t think when you do that,” I protested.

  “How were you bad, Avery?” He asked, with a yank on the chain, tapping my G spot harder.

  I yelped, straining higher on my toes now. “I should have told you what I was upset about, ahhh, when you asked me the first time and then the second time, sir!”

  I pushed the words out fast, barely able to breathe as he swung the chain holding the nipple clamps.

  “Will you do it again, Avery?” He asked, moving his fingers out of my pussy.

  “No sir, I won’t,” I promised.

  “You’ll be a good girl, won’t you, Avery?” he asked, taking one of the clamps off my nipple.

  “Fuck,” I yelled. “That hurts!”

  He pressed his palm over the breast and rubbed it gently. I could feel my clit pulsing. Damn, it was a pain pleasure response. It was a real thing.

  He pressed two fingers to my lips and found my clit, stroking it lightly and took the second nipple clamp off at the same time.

  This time I knew what to expect and hissed. He gave this breast the same treatment, his fingers continuing to circle my clit.

  “This is mine,” he told me and I nodded.

  “Tell me with your words, Avery.”

  “Yes, sir. It’s yours.”

  Suddenly Caden was down on his knees between my legs, and his mouth was eating me, licking me, feasting.

  The pulsing of my clit grew stronger and my walls started to tighten.

  Then just as suddenly, he withdrew his mouth.

  “No, please,” I begged.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, sir, please may I come?”

  He licked his way from my pussy to my stomach, up to each nipple, swirling and nipping, and then tipped my chin up forcing me to look in his eyes. “Maybe tonight when we get back,” and then he walked away from me and into the bathroom.

  Chapter 19

  We showered together, and then I pulled out the dress Caden had bought me for tonight. It was a gorgeous emerald shade, and suddenly I realized it complimented my eyes. It was simple, yet had a plunging V in the center, thin straps, and a tight cut. The hem was short, mid-thigh. It was classy, but still sexy.

  There were two small boxes resting on the shelf next to the dress. One contained Louboutin skyscraper heels. They were fuck-me shoes, and I approved.

  The next box contained La Perla. I ran my fingers over the soft lace, in awe. There was an emerald, almost-sheer thong and a matching bra. I sighed.

  He came up behind me. “Here, let me help you with those.”

  My sex clenched at the suggestion.

  I let my towel fall away.

  “Turn,” he commanded.

  I turned to face him.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes worshipping my breasts before he lowered his head to them and kissed each nipple.

  I hissed.

  “The lace on the bra will heighten their sensitivity,” he informed me. “You’ll be aware of them all night.”

  He pulled the bra from the box, sliding it up over my arms, lifting my breasts into the cups lovingly, then clipping it at the back.

  “Magnificent.” His thumbs ran over each puckered nipple, sheer torment through the lace.

  I bit my lip, hard.

  “Now the thong.” He bent low, and I stepped into it while he pulled it up over my legs, seating it perfectly, tugging the thong ever so slightly in the back.

  “I hate thongs,” I admitted.

  “You’re already soaking through it,” he confirmed, pressing his palm against my mound, his fingers teasing me.

  “Arms up,” he instructed next as he took the dress off the hanger then slipped it over my head, arms, and settled it on my body.

  “You’re perfect.”

  “You’re looking rather handsome yourself, Doctor Stone.”

  He wore a stunning black suit, white shirt, open at the throat. The suit fit him perfectly and had to have been custom fit to accommodate his thick thighs and broad chest.

  “Good enough to eat,” I confirmed.

  “One more thing,” he reached out to stop me as I turned.

  My hand went to my mouth when I saw the necklace in his hands. The Collar.

  “For me?” I asked in a quiet, awe-filled voice.

  “If you’ll wear it. I want people to know that you’re mine, Avery. I don’t want there to be any question, but you have to be comfortable with it, too.”

  “
Oh my God, Caden, it’s stunning. Yes, yes! I would be honored, sir.” He placed the Cartier Amulette yellow gold necklace around my neck. The white mother-of-pearl with tiny diamonds circling it rested below my collarbone and above the V of my breasts. It had to have cost a fortune, yet it was understated. It was something I could wear every day, even at the firm.

  Chapter 20

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted, as the limo driver opened my door.

  “Don’t be,” he assured me, “you’re gorgeous and you’re with me. Tonight is just about observing, watching, and exploring limits. You don’t have to be in control, Avery; just give it over to me and let me handle it.”

  I nodded.

  “We’ve gone over protocols. You’ve got this, and I’ve got you.”

  I smiled up at him, and at that moment he won my heart even more.

  We walked through the door and the doorman greeted me with a nod. “No tickets, huh?” I asked with a nervous giggle.

  “Just for jackets, if people have them,” he confirmed.

  We passed through a narrow hall, then entered a larger room.

  The music was the first thing I noticed, well that, and the fact that this was definitely not what I’d expected. Truthfully, I’m not sure exactly what I expected, but maybe some leather, nakedness, whips in evidence. It is a fetish club after all.

  This place suited Caden. It was high-end without being pretentious. He’d already told me there were many professionals here: doctors, lawyers, judges, and potentially even senators. It was membership-only, and guests had to be approved via a stringent process unless they were the guest of a member, which I was.

  The music was quiet, yet throbbing in the background. It set the mood, and excitement swirled in my belly.

  The décor was dark and intimate, distinguished, comfortable. There were red accents here and there, and as we walked further, I noticed the ceilings were high. There was a beautiful bar, the wood dark, and classic, with a wall of liquor and wine on display.

  The bartenders and servers were all dressed in black. The women had short skirts, and the men were in black with open necks. Some wore collars, some didn’t.