by M. S. Parker
“Lie back.”
I did, grateful for the command. I wasn't sure I could sitting when I came. The pressure was there, right inside me, and I knew it would be soon. His hands slid down to my knees and he hooked my legs over his shoulders, my heels resting against his back.
“Let yourself go,” he said, his breath tickling my pussy. “I've got you.”
His lips latched around my clit and he began to alternate suction and manipulating the little bundle of nerves with his tongue. My orgasm hit me and my back arched. I cried out, fingers curling in the soft cotton sheets. Pleasure washed over and through me, spurring me to greater heights as he continued to use his mouth until it was almost too much.
Then he was gone, leaving my legs splayed open, my pussy exposed and throbbing. My limbs twitched and I felt my breasts moving with every heaving breath I took. Knowing that he was watching me, but that I couldn't see him, left me torn. Part of me wanted to cover myself, but a larger part was tempted to tease him, to touch myself. I knew what would happen if I did something he didn't tell me to do, and I shivered, a little aftershock going through me.
“Fuck, you're beautiful.”
His voice still came from the foot of the bed and I wondered if he was standing or kneeling. Did he already have the flogger? My stomach tightened. Which one had he chosen? Would he let me see it before he used it?
I wasn't even aware that I'd moved my hands until they slid across my stomach. I heard him catch his breath and wondered if his eyes had changed to that deep blue-violet color I loved so much. One hand went up while the other went down. My fingers teased the nipple he'd neglected even as I slipped a finger into my pussy. I hissed at how sensitive my flesh was but added a second finger, stretching myself for what was to come.
In my mind's eye, I could see him standing over me, flushed with arousal, his cock rock-hard, as he watched. The thought of that sculpted body, that gorgeous man, wanting me, made me moan.
Suddenly, the blindfold was gone and I was blinking against the dim light, looking up at Rylan's face. Then his mouth was on mine, tongue thrusting between my lips. I could taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to hold him in place.
He took my mouth, claiming it with a fierceness that took my breath away. When he nipped at my bottom lip, I moaned in pleasure. Without breaking the kiss, he moved us both up the bed until my legs were stretched out. Only when he had me settled where he wanted me did he release my mouth.
He reached down and wrapped his fingers around my wrist, raising the hand that had been between my legs. He slid my two middle fingers into his mouth, sucking on them even as his tongue slipped over and around them. Heat spread in my belly and lower as he let my fingers go. His tongue traced along my palm and then he lowered my hand.
I hadn't realized he'd taken off the rest of his clothes until he placed my hand on his cock. My fingers wrapped around him automatically and I began to stroke him slowly, enjoying the feel of something so soft and so hard against my palm.
“You were touching yourself.” He let go of my wrist so that the only place our bodies came together was where my hand was moving in a steady up and down motion over his erection. “Did I tell you to do that?”
“No.” I licked my lips and felt his cock twitch in response.
“I'd already told you that I was going to use a flogger on you, but I think you need a bit of punishment as well.” He ran his gaze down my body and then back up again. “I'm going to flog your tits.”
My breath caught and I felt my nipples harden even more.
“Then you’ll get on all fours and I’ll flog your back and ass.”
The hand not on his cock curled into a fist.
“When I'm done, I'm going to take you like that, from behind.”
His eyes locked with mine and he waited to make sure he hadn't crossed a line. Despite the small ball of anxiety in the pit of my stomach, I nodded. I wanted this, wanted it more than I feared it.
He pushed himself up on his knees and picked up something I hadn't seen until just then. The flogger had strips of leather, maybe a dozen or so. There weren't any knots and they weren't braided like some of the others on the wall.
“It will sting,” he said quietly as he trailed the ends of the strips across my stomach. “But if you give yourself over to it, like you did when I spanked you, you'll enjoy the sensations.”
If he'd only planned to use it on my ass and back, I probably wouldn't have been so tense, but the idea of anything coming down on my breasts made me a little nervous. I flinched when the soft leather brushed across my breasts and he stilled.
“Yellow.”
He nodded, but didn't say anything. I hated that I couldn't read what he was thinking at the moment. Was he disappointed that I needed him to take it slow? He didn't look it, but I couldn't tell for sure.
Goosebumps broke out across my skin as he circled first one breast, and then the other. As he moved the leather strips across every inch of me, I slowly began to relax. It was a sensual feeling, leather sliding across my skin. I forced my hands flat on the sheets and worked on doing what he'd told me to do, give myself over to it. I trusted him not to hurt me.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded even though I wasn't entirely sure that was accurate. I didn't know how anyone could be ready for what he was about to do.
“Look at me.”
I looked up, locking eyes with him. A moment later, I heard a soft whooshing sound and then the feel of the leather against the underside of my breast. It didn't hurt at all and I knew he was moving slowly as I'd asked him too.
A second light tap against the underside of the other breasts. He alternated back and forth between my breasts, letting each stroke land a little harder than the one before. As they began to sting, I found that I was ready to absorb them, to take the sting and the pinpricks of pain and turn them into heat and pleasure.
“One more on each,” he said.
I cried out as the end of one of the strips landed on my nipple, then gasped as he repeated it on the other one. My nipples throbbed and I was hyperaware of every nerve ending burning.
He leaned down and covered one nipple with his mouth, soothing the sensitive flesh. I moaned, eyes closing as he switched to the other one. They opened again as he put his hand on my stomach, his fingers brushing over my scar.
“Over and up,” he said.
I rolled over, pushing myself up on my hands and knees. When I was in position, I looked over my shoulder. “I'm okay,” I said. “You don't need to go slow now.”
He looked at me for a moment and then nodded. I felt the soft leather running over my ass and then up my spine, similar to the path it had taken before. He didn't take it quite as slow, however, repeating the move only twice before rotating his wrist so that the flogger came down on my ass. I watched as he did it again, the motion smooth and fluid, definitely a practiced hand. As he set a rhythm and the strikes began to sting and burn, I let my head fall forward and my eyes close, giving myself over to the leather coming down on my back and ass.
When my skin was hot and every cell in my body tingled, he stopped. I hissed as his hands slid over my ass, then moaned as he moved it lower, his finger sliding down to my pussy. I didn't need him to tell me I was wet. I felt the insides of my thighs slick with arousal. I was close to the edge again and knew that it wouldn't take much for me to fall off.
“Damn, Jenna.” He nudged my knees further apart. “You're soaked.”
I felt the tip of him and then his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he surged forward.
“Fuck!” I swore as he filled me fast and hard. My arms began to shake and the muscles in my legs quivered. It took only two more strokes and I was coming.
I dropped to my elbows, keening as my movement changed his angle of penetration, driving him deeper. True to his word, he pounded into me, each thrust pushing the air from my lungs, making my cries come in soundless burst
s of air. Everything around me lost meaning, my world coming down to the singular point of where our bodies were joined.
One orgasm rolled into the next until I couldn't tell where one ended and another began. And then his body was curling over mine, his cock buried inside me as deep as could be. He wrapped his arms around me, one hand cupping a breast, the other finding my clit. His mouth found me as well, teeth sinking into the place where my shoulder and neck met. I screamed his name as I hit a new high, all of the strength running out of my body. Only Rylan's arms kept me from falling, face-first, on the bed. I was still shaking when he rolled us onto our sides and pulled the sheets around us. With his body wrapped around mine, his voice whispering in my ear, I let go completely and gave myself over to sleep. I was safe.
Chapter 28
We didn't make an announcement at work or do anything like major PDA in the lobby, but we also didn't take separate rides the next day. We rode the elevator together, stood next to each other, talked. I felt eyes on us, but I didn't bother to look at anyone. I didn't care about anyone else but him.
I was surprised I could focus on work at all, but I did, finishing up a project just before the end of the day. I always liked being able to complete a project before the weekend. It gave me a feeling of accomplishment to walk out the door, knowing I wasn't leaving anything unfinished.
“Are you coming home with me?”
Rylan's voice came from the doorway.
I smiled at him. Home. That sounded good.
“I would love to,” I said as I stood and walked over to him. “But I think it'd be better if I went back to my apartment for the weekend.”
His expression stiffened and I reached up to put a hand on his cheek.
“To start sorting through things,” I clarified. “Decide what I want to bring with me.”
His eyes lit up and one of those genuine smiles curved his lips. “I suppose that’s okay.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine without even looking out to see if anyone was looking our way. “I can suffer through a weekend without you since I know that we get to spend every weekend, every weekday, together soon.”
My heart skipped a beat at the confidence in his voice, the certainty that we would be together for a long time. He wasn't seeing an end in sight for us.
“Call me when you get home,” he said. He was still smiling, but I knew he was serious.
“I will,” I promised. I winked at him. “And no detours to the gym.”
I went straight home and called him, putting the phone on speaker so I could talk while I made something to eat.
“So.” I tried to keep my tone as casual as possible. “Did you have a timetable for this move?”
“As soon as possible?” He made it a question and I knew he'd done it so he wouldn't sound pushy.
“My lease won't be up for a few weeks,” I said.
“Too long.”
I smiled as I filled a glass with fruit juice. “Well, I could probably convince my super that he can use the time to find someone to take the place early. And since I won't be paying rent on my new place...”
“Oh, you won't?” Now he was definitely teasing. “A guy has a couple million dollars and everyone thinks he'll pay for everything.”
“Well.” I frowned at some leftover Chinese food and tossed it into the trash. “I could ask my boss for a raise, but he might want something in exchange.”
“Oh, really?” His voice dropped. “What do you think he might want?”
My stomach tightened. I knew where this was going and, for once, this was something I hadn't done before. Some of the men I'd been with had wanted me to talk dirty to them, but I'd never actually had phone sex before.
“Well, he might want me to get down on my knees,” I began. I leaned back against the counter, dinner forgotten for the moment. “Unzip his pants nice and slow.”
I heard a muffled groan and the sound of a zipper.
Fuck.
I unbuttoned my own pants and slid my hand inside.
“What would you do then?” he asked.
“Wrap my hand around his cock. It's nice and thick. Feels so good in my hand.”
“Are you touching yourself?” he asked. “Feeling that hot, slick cunt around your fingers?”
I shivered as I slid my finger into my pussy. It was still sensitive from last night. The heel of my hand pressed against my clit and I moaned.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I wish it was my fingers sliding in and out of you, getting you ready to take me.” His voice was rough with desire. “I'm so hard. I want to be inside you so badly.”
“I want to taste you.” I closed my eyes, imagining it was his fingers pumping in to me. “Feel you come in my mouth as you finger me to climax.”
“Yes, love.” he groaned. “And then I'd take my turn. Make love to you with my mouth until I have you writhing, screaming my name. Lick up every last drop of your pleasure.”
How the hell was he managing to talk like that? I could barely string together a coherent sentence.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Are you close?”
I heard the hitch in his voice. I could picture him, hand wrapped around that thick shaft, working over it. The pleasure on his face, his eyes dark with desire.
“Yes. I'm close.”
“Come with me, love. Come with me.”
I heard him groan my name and knew he was coming. The picture of it in my head, the thought of how his cock would pulse, cum spilling down over his fist...
“Rylan!” I called out his name as I came, a wave of pleasure washing over me.
A few minutes passed where we only heard the other's breathing as we came down.
“You know,” he said, breaking the silence. “I definitely prefer the real thing, but I think this can get me through a bit longer.”
I smiled. “How long are we talking?”
“We never did get to that part of the conversation.” He chuckled.
“You distracted me,” I said.
“You did a fair bit of distracting yourself,” he countered.
“True,” I admitted. I had to admit, I was pleased that I'd been able to distract him so well.
“What do you think about next weekend?” he asked. “Will a week be enough time to pack your things and make arrangements with your landlord?”
A week. Seven days and then I'd be with him. For however long it lasted.
I wouldn't dare to let myself think forever. I was too hopeful as it was.
“You're sure about this?” I made myself ask the question. “I won't be upset if you changed your mind.”
“Jenna, love.” His voice was gentle. “If you hadn't said you needed time, I'd be over there right now with a van, ready to pack everything up and let you sort things out here.”
I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words. “This weekend.”
“Saturday,” he said. “We'll start moving your things on Saturday.”
“You know anyone who needs second-hand furniture?” I quipped, or at least I tried to. Something had just occurred to me.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
It frightened me sometimes how well he could read me, even over the phone.
“I...it's silly. Nothing.”
“Jenna. Tell me.”
My stomach tightened. It was that voice.
“The bedroom suite,” I admitted. “It's the first thing I bought. The rest of the furniture, it's all a mismatched junk...”
“But the bedroom suite means something to you.” His voice was soft as he finished my sentence.
“It's okay,” I said. “It doesn't matter.”
“Bullshit.”
I blinked. That wasn’t what I'd expected him to say.
“If it means something to you, it means something to me,” he said firmly. “We'll use it in our room.”
“What about your things?”
“My interior decorator picked the
m out,” he said. “She knows what I like, but she's not who I love.”
Tears burned in my eyes and I wiped at them, thankful that he couldn't see me getting emotional over a bed and dresser.
“You bring whatever you want to bring,” he said. “We'll find a place for everything.”
Now the tears were running down my face. He had no idea what this meant to me. It was beyond just taking the bedroom suite because it was the first thing I'd bought. It was about having a home, a place that was mine. Things that were mine. Kids in the foster system never had things of their own. A few, if they were lucky, had things from their childhood, things they associated with pleasant memories.
I'd taken nothing with me beyond what I'd been wearing when I'd been rescued, which meant nothing. I'd had hand-me-downs and charity clothes. Nothing personal. I'd been moved around so much that there had never really been time for anyone to get to know me, to buy me a Christmas gift or something for my birthday. What I had here was everything that made me a home.
“Love, you okay?”
“I'm great,” I said, forcing cheerfulness. “Just looking for something to eat.”
“I won't keep you any longer,” he said. “Wouldn't want you to starve.” He paused for a moment, and then added, “One thing though.”
“Yeah?” I opened a cabinet and stared at the contents without really seeing them.
“Friday evening, there's something we need to do. Before you move in.”
“Oh really?” I turned back towards my phone. “And what would that be?”
“I want you to meet my family.”
Chapter 29
A part of dating that I'd never regretted missing was the whole “meet the parents” thing. When you're only in it for a single physical encounter, you never have to worry about whether or not the family will like you. I was self-aware enough to know that this was one of the reasons why I'd never wanted a relationship. One of many, but still on the list.
As I stood in front of my mirror, I wondered, not for the first time, what I'd gotten myself into. I loved Rylan, I knew that much, but I really didn't want to do this. I wanted to be a part of his life and I didn't want us to hide that we were together, but the idea of meeting his parents terrified me. To make matters worse, I knew that Suzette would be there and she already didn't like me. Rylan kept telling me that his little sister was just protective of him and didn't want to see him hurt. He was certain that she'd come around. I wasn't.
