Taming Rex

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes, Sir.” He was proving his point. So far, she’d had her hair pulled and her nipples tormented.

  “And pain isn’t the only way to experience release.”

  He was right. She’d watched other people get what they needed from rope play, sensory deprivation, or even fire. She just hadn’t ever considered experiencing any other method. She’d enjoyed nearly every type of impact play on her backside, but not ventured to other types of submission.

  “I’d like to restrain you and blindfold you and then drive you crazy not knowing what I might do at any given moment. I can do all that without even inflicting pain at all, and I promise you will end up getting the relief you crave. It’s all about the adrenaline rush.” He leaned closer so that his lips were an inch from hers. “Just when you think you can’t take any more, I’ll drive my cock into you so hard that you shatter.”

  She sucked in a breath, her body reacting to his suggestion in the same way it reacted in preparation for a flogging. “I’d like that, Sir.”

  “Good. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

  Chapter 21

  Erica watched as Rex removed the comforter and top sheet from his bed. She didn’t move while he retrieved what she assumed was his toy bag from the closet, a bag she never got to see much of since the first thing he withdrew was a wide blindfold.

  Rex circled behind her and covered her eyes with the dark material. “I’m going to leave your hair loose because I want to see it spread out on my pillow.”

  She swallowed at the visual. He never stopped surprising her. She knew firsthand he could be as nerdy as her in the real world, but this side of him was amazing and intriguing. She’d seen it Saturday night, but being in his apartment at his mercy was more powerful.

  He was all Dom. And she liked it. A lot. Maybe too much.

  She shivered as his hands ran down her arms. His lips came to her ear next. “I’ll guide you to the bed. I want you to lie on your back, spread eagle. I’m going to secure your wrists and ankles.”

  “Okay, Sir.” Her voice wobbled.

  “Safewords?”

  “Algorithm and parallel.”

  “Good.” He held her shoulders as he directed her toward the mattress. “Climb up.”

  She was shaking more than usual as she crawled to the center of the mattress and lowered onto her back. She’d never done a scene like this. She’d rarely done anything completely naked. Never had she permitted someone to so thoroughly dominate her in their private home. Blindfolded? And now she was going to let him restrain her?

  Sure, last night she’d let Dayton dominate her, but that had been an unrestrained spanking followed by a quick orgasm which left her depleted and in bed asleep. She hadn’t had much time to ponder the wisdom of her decision. And it had gone perfectly smoothly. She hadn’t felt uncertain, nor had she regretted the decision at any point. Not even in the light of day this morning.

  This arrangement tonight was different. It’s Rex, she reminded herself. He would never harm you. Still, it was unnerving. There were no dungeon monitors here. No one to stop the scene if it went too far. How useful would her safeword be alone in Rex’s bedroom?

  She was still deep in her head when Rex’s hand landed on her forearm, making her flinch. “Relax. You’re extremely stiff. This is supposed to feel good, not give you a stroke.” His voice was playful, slightly teasing. He smoothed his hand up and down her arm.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She took a deep breath.

  “I want you to be comfortable and sure of your decisions when you submit to me. If this is too much, you need to say so or I won’t be able to trust you next time.”

  He was right. It was an important component of the lifestyle. Trust. “This is just new to me. I’m not used to submitting in someone’s home. My mind was wandering irrationally.”

  “Nothing is irrational about your fears, Erica. Please voice them at any time. My goal here is to give you release. Nothing would please me more than seeing to your needs. If they aren’t being met, I need to know.”

  She inhaled again, a deep, cleansing breath. “I’m okay. Just take it slow, Sir.”

  He squeezed her shoulder. “Absolutely.” His hand slid to her neck and he stroked the skin along her jaw with his thumb. It soothed her, and she tucked her cheek into his palm. “That’s it. Take a few breaths. Remember, this scene is all about reaching pleasure without pain. I’m not going to hurt you in any way. Instead I’m going to make your heart beat faster in other ways.”

  His free hand landed on her belly and inched upward until he was cupping her breast. When he flicked his thumb over her nipple, she arched her chest, tipped her head back, and moaned.

  “There you go,” he murmured softly. “Now, I want you to lift your arms above your head and spread your legs so that your body is an X. I won’t restrain them until you can’t keep them where I’ve instructed.”

  She did as he commanded, feeling vulnerable at the exposure. Her breasts would be high on her chest. Her sex was wet and pulsing already with the need for contact. Goose bumps rose on her skin, sending a shiver down her body.

  “So sexy…” His hands disappeared. “Don’t move.”

  She sensed him sliding off the bed. A moment later she heard a zipper and imagined his toy bag. What would he use on her? The blindfold was already maddening. She couldn’t see his face, nor would she be able to anticipate anything he did.

  Something soft draped over her ankle. A moment later, the same thing happened to the other ankle. And then her wrist. “These are the ropes I’m going to use to tie you to the bed when you decide you need them.” His voice moved around as he circled to the other side and then dropped one more rope on her other wrist.

  She licked her lips, pondering his choice of words. When you decide you need them…

  “As long as you leave your arms and legs right where they are, I’ll assume you have things under control. The moment you lower your hands, draw up your knees, or shift your ankles closer together, I’ll take that as a request from you to be restrained. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy. He was good. Very good. He had hardly done anything to her at all yet, and already he had her full submission. It was shocking how restrained she felt already from the loose ropes that were tied to nothing.

  Something touched her nipple, so lightly that she thought she might have imagined it. But then it happened again, and she arched toward the contact. Something soft. A flogger maybe. Yes. Now the leather strands were dangling lower, dancing over her breast. When they moved slowly to the other breast, a low sound escaped her lips. It took her a moment to realize it had even come from her.

  “That’s it. Relax and feel. That’s your only job. When I think you’re ready, I’ll let you come. When I determine you’ve earned it, I’ll thrust my cock into your pussy so hard that you scream. Is that what you want, Erica?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She sounded eager. She didn’t care.

  The strands of the flogger whooshed across her skin, teasing her belly and then lower. Her thigh and all the way to her foot. Back up the other leg until Rex let the swinging leather sway between her thighs, occasionally making contact with her pussy. “Your nipples are gorgeous, by the way. I’ve been wondering what they would look like since I met you.”

  He had? Since her first day of work?

  “Yep. You heard me. You took my breath away that first day. I know I was a bit of an ass, but it was mostly because you caught me off guard with your gorgeous body and your fucking amazing mind. I think you intimidated me.” He chuckled softly and then let the strands of the flogger drag through her folds.

  She nearly shot off the bed. It was hard to concentrate on his words with him tormenting her body at the same time, and she really wanted to hear this interesting insight into how she’d affected him from day one. She’d had no idea. She certainly hadn’t taken one look at him and imagined he would be a Dom, let alone one firm enough to get her to submit to him.

 
She’d been very wrong. Rex was in control of her in the most delightful way. It scared her a bit, and she squeezed her eyes closed when she remembered that another man had also rocked her world twice in the last few days.

  What’s wrong with me?

  “Whatever made you tense, let it go. Stop thinking so hard.”

  She almost whined at the frustration of knowing how well he read her. He couldn’t know exactly what she was thinking, but he sure could read her mood and emotions.

  She chased Dayton from her mind. At least for now. For tonight. This scene belonged to Rex. Not Dayton.

  The flogger disappeared, causing her to moan before she could stop herself. Her pussy was swollen and needy. The contact from the leather strands hadn’t been nearly enough. She craved more.

  Something firmer landed on her shin and trailed up her leg. Just the tip. Maybe a paddle. No, it was narrow at the top.

  “I can practically see your mind working. And the way your chest is rising and falling, I’d say my idea is pleasing you. Your heart is beating faster, isn’t it, Erica?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Every inch of her skin craved his touch. He’d been right. She was growing more antsy by the moment.

  The object continued up her body, dipping into her belly button before sliding between her breasts. It disappeared for just a moment and then landed with a tap to the underside of her breast.

  She flinched, almost moving her arms. It hadn’t hurt at all. It was just unexpected, and fucking amazing.

  “Don’t forget, I’m watching your hands and feet. You’ll let me know when you’ve decided they need to be restrained. That decision is all yours.”

  She swallowed. Damn, he was good. The way he twisted the concept was artful. She had no doubt he fully intended to get her to move so he could do exactly as he’d promised and restrain her. And he would totally blame it on her. In fact, he would say that she’d asked for it.

  The blunt object smoothed up her breast and flicked over her nipple. A ruler maybe, or something that size and shape. She was trying to decide when he swatted her nipple, making her cry out and lift her arms a few inches off the bed before she could stop herself.

  “Erica…” he warned. “This is your only warning.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Again, he hadn’t struck her hard enough to hurt or even sting. Just enough to catch her off guard and make her flinch. And her nipple now craved more. She wanted him to do it again, but harder. She squirmed on the mattress, the desire for pain rising inside her.

  “I can see your mind working again. Your brain is extremely sexy, but it’s also transparent right now. I told you I could give you what you need without pain. Trust me.”

  She decided to take a risk. “Sir, you’ve proven your point. I’m a giant ball of adrenaline already. Feel free to swat my nipples harder.”

  The object disappeared, and the bed dipped on one side. A moment later, Rex hovered over her. His hands had landed on both sides, and his breath hit her lips. “Are you trying to control my scene, Erica?”

  “No, Sir.” Damn. She had been.

  “Are you sure?” He wasn’t touching her anywhere, but his presence was everywhere.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she murmured.

  “Shall I continue?”

  “If it pleases you, Sir.” She was a smart girl. Time to backtrack.

  “Oh, it definitely pleases me. And I like this humble version of you better. You might be one of the smartest women on earth, but when you submit to me, you’ll do so completely. Don’t try a stunt like that again.” Rex leaned back, but he remained on the bed at her side.

  She drew in a breath. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft, barely audible. She wouldn’t try anything like that again under any circumstances.

  The object was dragged up her belly again, and then he tapped her breasts in several places, slowly, meticulously, with only enough pressure to make her crave more. When he flicked her nipple and then tapped it several times, she groaned.

  She was so aroused. So close to the edge. All from sensual play. No impact. Who knew?

  He trailed what she’d decided was a ruler down to her thighs, tapping them all over, along the outside and then up and down the inside. She wanted to open them wider. She wanted him to strike her pussy. God, she wanted him to hit it hard enough to sting. She’d never felt anything like that before, and she craved it like a drug.

  Yeah. Rex knew exactly what he was doing. There had never been any reason to doubt him.

  He continued, inching slowly up the inside of her thighs and then retreating and returning to her breasts. She almost screamed from the frustration.

  “Your skin is so pink. Amazing what one can do with a simple household item, huh?”

  She didn’t think his question required an answer.

  “I bet you’ve been working overtime trying to figure out what I’m touching you with.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Again, he teased between her legs.

  She moaned and rolled her knees out a bit.

  “You want this on your pussy so badly it’s driving you mad, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  Suddenly, he tapped her clit. Even though she’d craved exactly that for several long minutes, it was unexpected, and she jerked her knees up.

  Rex tapped one knee and then the other, a physical reminder that she’d moved. He tsked her softly before sliding off the bed. “I’ll take that as a cry out that you’d like to be restrained.”

  She lowered her legs back to their required position, but knew this game was about to change. She was no longer worried. She was hovering on the edge of the most powerful orgasm of her life. And Rex was about to up the ante.

  He didn’t say a word as he expertly secured one ankle and then the other to the corner of the bed. He obviously had enough experience with ropes to know precisely how to restrain someone without injuring them.

  When he wrapped his hand around her wrist next, he lifted it and kissed the sensitive skin. “Don’t pull on my ropes. I won’t be able to get anything done at work tomorrow if I see pink rings on your wrists every time I look at you.”

  She nodded, considering for a moment how much she’d love to torment him tomorrow with rope marks. She wouldn’t do it though. There was no telling how he might punish her if she teased him like that.

  Rex finished securing her other wrist next, but didn’t immediately return to dominating. The next sound she heard was a zipper. For a moment she thought he was getting something else out of his bag, but then she reminded herself it was already open. The zipper would be his jeans. The rustling sound that followed would be him removing them.

  Thank God. If this scene didn’t end with him thrusting into her, she would lose her mind.

  He climbed back onto the bed and surprised her by leaning over her body and flicking his tongue over her nipple. “May I continue now?”

  She squirmed, pulling slightly on the ropes only to find he’d left very little wiggle room. “Yes, Sir.” Every inch of her skin was sensitized. Any touch from him would make her writhe.

  She was beyond relieved when the edge of the ruler trailed up her leg again. He lifted it and tapped her inner thigh. Then her nipple. Then her hip. He moved all around, giving her no warning about where he might touch her next.

  Frequently he tapped her nipples though. Over and over. They were so swollen and stiff now that she had to bite her lip to keep from begging him to suck them.

  Finally, he returned to her pussy, the tip of the ruler landing on her clit and then her outer lips. Maddeningly without enough pressure. Teasing. Driving her higher. Then retreating.

  She arched her entire body when he switched to her nipples again and then all around her breasts. Her pussy pulsed with the need to come. Again, he stopped touching her most erogenous zones, trailing along her belly and then thighs until she thought she would scream.

  “Should I let you come before I thrust into you? Or should I make you c
ome with my cock? Hmmm.”

  Oh God. His words. He held so much power with his words.

  The sound of a condom wrapper was music to her ears.

  She moaned, her head rolling back and forth. Her knees were shaking now. So much pent-up need. More than she’d ever felt from a spanking or flogging. Even a cane hadn’t brought her to this same type of precipice.

  Rex removed the ruler. His hands landed on one of her ankles. He freed it in seconds, doing the same to the other ankle next. Before she could catch her breath, he was between her legs, holding her knees high and wide. He released one knee and leaned over her.

  A moment later, the blindfold was pushed off her eyes. His intense gaze met hers in the dimly lit room. “What do you want, Erica?”

  “I want your cock inside me. Please, Sir.” She turned her head to the side, her emotions so overwhelming to her that she couldn’t meet his gaze. She blinked at the object he’d been tormenting her with. It took another moment to register. Not a ruler. A smoothly sanded and varnished paint stirrer. Ingenious.

  Rex cupped her chin and brought her face back to center. His expression was tight. Seconds later, he grabbed her knee again, held her open, and thrust into her without hesitation.

  She screamed, shocking herself. Her vision swam as his cock filled her so perfectly. The base was pressed against her clit, and she was so close to orgasm she could taste it.

  “Look at me, Erica. Watch me while I fuck you.”

  She shuddered at the tone of his voice and the harshness of his words. Perfect for the moment. Because she so badly wanted him to fuck her brains out.

  And he didn’t disappoint her. He released her knees, drew almost out, and thrust back in deeper, his hands coming to her sides.

  Her arms were trapped, which only drove her higher. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust.

  Again. He held himself inside her between each thrust, and as she began to focus on his face, she could tell he was straining to hold back. She affected him as much as he did her.