Liberated Heart

by Measha Stone

  “I don’t think I could ever hate you.” He found himself answering before he had a chance to filter his response. As true as it was, the proclamation was too close to deeper feelings than he could allow. His relationships didn’t last long, they couldn’t, and he needed to keep reminding himself that hoping for the impossible only led him down a dark path.

  “Okay, then. I said I wanted to give this my all, so let’s do it. I am yours for the weekend.”

  “Okay, then.” He quickly undid the buckles on the cuffs and peeled off the leather bonds from her wrists. She watched his movements with questions in her eyes, but he left them unanswered. Shoving the cuffs into his bag, he reached in further to grab what he was looking for. “I’m never very bold in public, but for this moment I’ll risk it. I want to be sure you understand that when you leave here, you aren’t leaving here the same way you came in.” He showed her the silver chained bracelet before wrapping it around her right wrist and clasping it closed. “From this moment until Monday morning, you belong to me.” The words were accentuated by the click of the thin chained leash he attached to the bracelet. It wasn’t the thick links like the one he used upstairs. This one had a more dainty quality to it. Pretty. If he were to drop it and let it dangle off the bracelet, it wouldn’t look like a leash at all. He wound the loose end of the chain around his palm, once, twice, three times, until there were only a few scant inches of slack between his hand and her arm.

  “Where did you say your car was?”

  “Just across the street.” He pushed, swinging the heavy door open into the street. The humid night welcomed them as he gave her a little yank. She kept her head down as she followed him, and he figured she was trying to keep from being recognized by the line of people still trying to get into the club. His club thriving satisfied his needs of the moment: financial need and the need to give her a tiny taste of humility.

  The ride back to his house was silent. She seemed preoccupied with the traffic outside her window, and he decided to give her a little space. There would be plenty of time to encroach on her thoughts once inside his house. Once inside, she wouldn’t be allowed secrets.

  “Where do you live?” She turned her head to watch the skyscrapers pass them by.

  “Another fifteen minutes,” he said, turning down Lake Shore Drive. She continued to look out the window, ignoring his presence. If he didn’t know better, he would think she was attempting to avoid making any contact with him. “How was work?” He pushed them into a neutral zone.

  “Work? Oh, good.” She bent down to pull her phone out of her purse. Her finger swiped over the screen, and he could see several messages on her phone.

  “Everything okay?” he asked when she began to mumble to herself.

  “Yeah, just a few text messages.” She clicked the button on the side of her phone, and tossed it back in her bag.

  “Do you need to answer them?”

  “No, it’s fine.” She looked back out the window.

  He turned into his drive and heard her intake of breath as they drove through the overpass of trees and came out into the clearing where she could plainly see his house. The 5400 square feet home he grew up in, surrounded by a small forest, which he owned, that kept most of the noise and sights of the city out.

  “This is your house?” She looked at him, then back to the house.

  “It’s just a house.” He pressed the button on his console to open the main gates.

  She gave a grunt and leaned back in her seat. “I assume the club isn’t your only source of income then?”

  “My parents bought this house. When they passed away, it became mine.” He told her, pulling the car up to the front door. “George usually drives me, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I took the car out myself.” He parked the car, and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Erin, look at me.”

  Her dark brown eyes turned to him, a half smile nestled on her lips. He cupped her chin, running his finger over her bottom lip. Then he kissed her. A soft, no pressure kiss. “Last chance to say no,” he said, picking up the leash still attached to her bracelet.

  “Not on your life,” she whispered. He laughed.

  “Good. Don’t move.” He threw open his door and rounded the car, yanking her door open. “Give me your leash.” He held out his hand. She raised her arm toward him, and he shook his head. “No. Not your arm, your leash. Pick up the chain and hand it to me.”

  She lifted the chain with her left hand and held it out to him. “Like this?”

  “Yes. When we get inside, you’ll take your clothes off at the front door. I won’t always make you remain nude, but I want to see your body tonight. To bask in the marks I left on you.” She nodded, seemingly unable to come up with a response.

  He helped her out of the car and led her up the steps to the front entrance. “George will get the bags when he puts the car away. He’s the only one who’s here, and once he puts the car away he’ll leave.”

  “You keep him here to put away your toys?” The tease was in her voice, but the tremor told him more of the truth. She was nervous. Once they were at the door, he turned to face her.

  “George stayed to put the car away because until his babies are tucked in the garage, he can’t sleep.” Without looking away from her, he pushed the door open and gave a nod for her to enter.

  They stepped into the front hall, which once was full of decadence. Without his mother’s good taste, the house rapidly turned into a bachelor’s home. Some of the original lighting and artwork remained, but gone were the knick knacks. As a child he was forever being told not to play in this room or that because of all of the things he could break if he were to bump into a table. As an adult, and in his own home, he did not want to fear breaking some priceless Hummel piece his mother picked up during a vacation in Germany. It was all packed up and moved to a room where it could be showcased properly and not be in danger from him.

  “Your clothes.” Bradley unclipped the leash and placed it on the table in the foyer. When he turned back to her, she had already removed her blouse, and was working on unbuttoning her jeans. With great pleasure he eyed her pushing the jeans over her rounded hips and down her thighs, letting them pool at her feet before she stepped out of them, using one foot to hold the fabric while pulling the other free. He found the action more adorable than sexy, but sexy all the same. “Fold them, and place them next to your leash.” She nodded and went about obeying him. The nerves she’d displayed in the car vanished.

  He could make out several dark, red marks on her breasts from where he scratched her earlier, and the flesh above her pussy still held the deep blush of his flogger. He stepped to her, running his finger down one scratch mark and then the next. “Do these still hurt?”

  “No.”

  “What?” His eyes snapped to hers. “You are naked, in my home, and at my service.” He reminded her. “Do you want to answer again?”

  “Yes, sir.” A blush crept up her neck and covered her face. Had she blushed so beautifully in the dungeon? He would need better lighting in there if that was the case.

  “Do these still hurt?”

  “No, sir.” She shook her head. Her fingers twitched at her sides.

  “Is your pussy sensitive from the beating I gave it? How about your clit, from the two orgasms you had?” Her eyes widened at his questions. Switching gears on her threw her off balance, but also didn’t give her time to worry about what was coming.

  “Yes, sir.” She brought her eyes to meet his without being told to do so, and his dick responded accordingly. He’d been hard since leaving the club. Just having her close to him made him react.

  “Let’s go upstairs to my room. It’s late.” He didn’t attach her leash or give her any further instructions, he simply turned and walked away. After getting to the top of the stairs and turning down the hallway to his room, he noticed her behind him and smiled.

  Erin paused in the doorway of his main bedroom looking around with awe. He’d taken over th
e master suite only a year ago, having felt weird about sleeping in his parent’s room at first. Before he did, he’d stripped them all down and had them redecorated to his liking. The mahogany paneled walls were replaced by deep maroon paint. He changed all the flowery bedding his mother insisted on to black silk, fully aware of the cliché, but he didn’t give a damn. His tastes were simple.

  “Come kneel by the bed.” He gripped her arm and pulled her forward. She slid down to her knees, looking up at him with a mixture of lust and surprise. “Do you remember how I told you that everything I do will benefit us both even if it doesn’t seem like it? Well this is one of those times. This is the time when I want you to suck me off. You’ll take my cock in your mouth and suck my cock until I come. I won’t touch you, you won’t come, especially since you didn’t bother asking for the second orgasm at the club.”

  “I…” His hand covered her mouth, stopping her from speaking.

  “I don’t want your excuses.” A little squeeze of his fingers, and she gifted him with a slight wince. He checked her expression for fear. None. At least not enough for him to lessen his grip. “You didn’t ask, but that’s okay.” He released her cheeks and used the tip of his fingers to lightly slap her face. Her pupils dilated, and he grinned. This was going to be more fun than he’d imagined.

  He straightened up to his full height and unzipped his pants. As he pushed aside his boxers, his cock sprung free from the restraint. That alone gave him cause to groan with pleasure. He didn’t usually bother with boxers when he played at the club. Easier to get to his dick without them, and he never fully undressed while in the dungeon, but he hadn’t planned on pulling his dick out with Erin. Not at the dungeon anyway. He wanted to show her the pleasure of pain, the enjoyment of giving over to him, and reward her for that. His reward for having held back until they reached his house was to use her like this. He may not let her come, but if he read her right, her servicing him in this manner would fulfill a need inside of her that she didn’t even know existed.

  “Open your mouth, Erin.” He stroked his cock in front of her face. If he moved even a breath closer, he’d be touching her. Beautifully, she opened her mouth. “Stick out your tongue.” He ordered in a raspy voice. Again, pure obedience. “Good Girl.” He gripped the hair at the back of her head, and pulled her forward, onto his cock. Slowly, he pushed into her mouth, more and more until he touched the back of her throat. She sputtered, and he withdrew, letting her gasp a few breaths. “Keep your mouth open.” He pushed forward again, the heat of her tongue nearly undoing him. She let him lead, so he pulled her head toward him as he crept back into her mouth. He used both hands to grip her hair, moving her along his length, having her take him painfully deep.

  He pulled out, and she sucked in air. She kept her eyes on him, as a tear dripped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. He caught it with his middle finger and brought it to his lips, licking it off his fingertip with a smile. “So beautiful.” He grabbed her and thrust into her mouth again, this time she was ready, and relaxed enough that he moved further down her throat. “Ah, fuck, Erin.”

  It didn’t take much else to bring him to the brink. He’d been teetering there for most of the night. Her eyes continued to stay on his while he watched his dick move in and out of her mouth. She suckled him, licked him, and took him as deeply as he pushed. He could go further, bring her face all the way to his groin, but he decided to keep that lesson for another night.

  “I’m going to come on your face and tits. Don’t move, and keep your mouth open.” He gave her the last instructions as he pulled out of her mouth and began stroking his cock faster until he came. She blinked in surprise as streams of semen sprayed across her chin and her tongue, across her chest. Like the hungry girl she was, she wrapped her lips around his cock when he brought it forward, licking him and suckling him until every drop had been milked.

  He pulled free of her mouth, and leaned against the bed. His breathing was ragged and his mind swirled. He knew she was kneeling beside him, waiting for further instructions. His body didn’t care; his body wasn’t ready to move yet. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a washcloth he kept in the drawer, handing it to her. “It’s time for bed.” He managed to straighten up and pull his pants all the way back up.

  After she wiped herself clean as best as she could, she got to her feet and looked at the door. “Which room should I use?” she asked, her voice soft, innocent.

  “This one.” He turned his gaze on her. Why would he have her sleep anywhere else? He may use her body for his own enjoyment, but he wouldn’t toss her aside like a common whore. Her eyes flickered to the door again and then back to him.

  “And you?” A softer voice.

  “Get in the bed, Erin.” He sighed. He didn’t have the energy to straighten out her wayward thinking. She’d drained him of all patience and power already. He watched her pad over to the bed, noting two red marks on her ass from his nails. “I’m going to change. The washroom is through there if you need it, but do not leave this room otherwise. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” She nodded, pulling the thick comforter over her body. Her naked, lush body. He’d barely touched her. There were so many ways he wanted to feel her, nibble her, bite her. If she kept looking at him with her big brown eyes, he might just want to keep her. And that wasn’t a possibility.

  “I’ll be back.” And with that, he turned and walked to his closet, hiding like the ass he was until she fell asleep.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  As ominous as the bedroom had appeared the night before, it increased over night. Erin sat in the king size bed, with the luxurious sheets and sinfully comfortable mattress, staring at the door. Bradley wasn’t in the room. Had she not felt him climb into bed the night before, and yank her across the massive space to haul her up to his side, she wouldn’t have known he’d been there at all.

  Had she crossed some line? She’d been casual, aloof. She hadn’t made any demands on him, and she had done a pretty good job of following his lead. Especially since she hadn’t a clue as to what she was doing. Of course she had been disappointed when he chose to use only her mouth for his release. Her body ached to be touched and filled by him. Instead of trying to manipulate him into having sex with her, she’d done as she was told. Took her lumps for having had that second orgasm. Which she completely blamed him for, but had no plans to dispute him about it.

  When she’d found out about the club, about what Alex appeared to be into, she had been aroused. At least enough to go forward with dabbling. Now that she had a little taste, she wanted the whole pot. She wanted to explore everything. The pain. The service. The obedience. All of it. Maybe she was just finding a way to get over Jonathan. Maybe this was all just her psyche’s way of putting off dealing with her heartache. But the image of Jonathan standing in front of her with a flogger made her giggle, not fill her with the thrill it had when Bradley had done it.

  His fierce expression hadn’t terrified her; it excited her. The firmness of his voice, the harshness of his eyes. All of it heightened her arousal, and thinking back on it made her wet again for him.

  He hadn’t given her permission to leave the room yet, but she just needed a little relief, just a bit. Trying to find some remedy for her condition she closed her legs tightly, which only put more pressure on her wanting clit. She cursed into the empty room and threw the blankets back, heading for the bathroom.

  The cold water ran down her back as she lathered her legs. She would smell like his soap all day. Not that she minded, she loved the smell of him, but she wasn’t sure if he’d mind. Her hand brushed against her sex innocently enough. At first. Her fingers were soaked, and it had nothing to do with the water from the shower head. She slid a finger into her entrance, just toying with the rim before pushing hard into herself. She let her thumb press against her clit while she slid in a second finger, lifting her leg to rest on the small ledge of the shower. Her free hand found her breasts, pulling and twisting at
her nipple while she continued to rock against her palm. She wouldn’t come, she wouldn’t disobey that rule, she just needed to take the edge off.

  “I don’t think you understand the rules.” His deep voice penetrated through the sound of running water and her own moans.

  Shit! Now he shows up! “I wasn’t going to finish,” she blurted out before she even managed to slip her hand out from between her thighs. He watched her from behind the glass door, droplets of water running down in front of his face. Even with the distortion of the steam, she could make out his face just fine. Irritated. Well, damn!

  “You weren’t going to finish.” She should have known that the dropped tone, and the slight shake to his head weren’t signs of forgiveness or understanding. She should have remembered his promise about being strict and unrelenting. He opened the shower door. Ignoring the spray of the showerhead, he reached behind her and turned the water off. A few drops landed on his dark gray T-shirt, but his jeans remained dry. “You were going to do what, bring yourself right to the edge and then deny yourself the pleasure?” His eyes narrowed on her.

  Finally remembering to move, she pulled her hand away and stood straight up, one arm draped over her breasts, and the other protectively covering her vagina. He’d seen and touched everything she was hiding only hours before, yet her cheeks burned beneath his intense stare. She had no embarrassment when begging to come under his hand, yet him catching her pleasuring herself made her want to shrink down from his sight.

  “I asked you a question.” His dark tone drew her full attention. His ability to keep her rooted to the floor with just his stare both aroused and infuriated her. Her body didn’t seem to listen to her with him so near.

  “I don’t know.” Better to go with honesty. Her intentions had been to do just that, just relieve some of the pressure, but she wouldn’t deny that her confidence at being able to stop before breaking his rule began to diminish.

  “Step out.” He moved away from the door to give her room. The water dripping from her hair would have to be ignored. “First of all, you don’t hide from me, put your hands down.” She dropped them to her sides, clenching and unclenching them. “Second of all, you never would have stopped. If I had stopped to check on your phone that keeps buzzing, I would have been too late. You would have come all over that hand of yours. You would have stolen another orgasm.”