Tempting Elizabeth

by Becca Jameson

  Once again, Flynn circled to her front. He cupped her breasts and weighed the globes before grazing the pointed tips with his thumbs. Her tits were delectable, and he couldn’t resist dipping his head down to suckle one while pinching and twisting the other.

  She arched closer several times, moaning softly.

  He switched to the other nipple after a while as if it might taste different, and he wasn’t going to take the chance and miss out. Finally, he popped his mouth free and righted himself so that he could watch as he continued to play with her sensitive buds.

  He was pleased at how hard they were, swollen from his sucking and pinching. It was time to see what she was made of, testing her resilience to her own toys. When he reached behind his back and pulled the two clothespins out to hold in front of her, she gasped.

  He chuckled. “Not sure why you’re surprised. I got them from your bag.”

  She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir. I… No one has ever used them on me.”

  “Ah, but you’ve used them on others, right?” He juggled them around in his palm, watching her begin to squirm.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft.

  “Mmm.” He tsked. “I’m surprised at you. Breaking one of the number one rules of BDSM.”

  She nodded. “Someone requested them. I…”

  He cupped her face and tipped her head back. “You used them on another submissive without trying them out?” He was teasing her. They were just clothespins. Not a big deal. But it was fun watching her cheeks pinken.

  But then she shocked him. “I didn’t say I hadn’t tried them out, Sir.” She held his gaze, waiting for him to catch on to her meaning no doubt.

  As realization dawned, his smile spread. “You naughty girl. You use them in private when you masturbate.”

  “Sometimes, Sir.”

  He stroked her cheek and then released her. “Intriguing. I’m going to need you to masturbate for me in the near future. I want to see what you enjoy when you get yourself off.”

  She didn’t respond, but her entire frame shuddered.

  Fuck me.

  He’d made her wait long enough. It was time to cup her breast and pinch her nipple several times, hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to ensure the little bud was as engorged as possible.

  When he was satisfied, he opened the clothespin with his other hand and clasped it onto her nipple.

  She cried out, swaying toward him.

  He set a hand on her shoulder to help her regain her balance.

  Her breast bounced with every movement, making the clothespin swing back and forth. The subtle rocking was enough to make her whimper.

  He switched to the other breast, treating it to the same torment before clamping it to match its twin. He watched her face as she closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Even if she did occasionally clamp her own nipples, he knew everything felt differently when someone else did it.

  Flynn fondled the undersides of her breasts, making them sway, causing the pins to bob around. He loved the way she didn’t just endure the sting, but enjoyed it. She might not realize she was arching toward him, her mouth soft, a purr escaping her lips.

  He let his hands smooth around to cup her butt cheeks, molding and squeezing them before giving her a hard swat.

  She flinched, rocking forward again. So sexy.

  Flynn left her there and turned around to rustle through her toy bag. When he noticed the small crop, he hesitated and then glanced at her before picking it up. It was new. He brought it to his nose and inhaled the scent of leather. She must have ordered it after their class or bought one from someone at the club. Should he use her own new toy on her?

  Hell yes.

  He sauntered back toward her and then tapped her chin with the small, square, flat tip of the crop. As he dragged it down her neck and between her breasts, she whimpered. God, he loved that sound. He doubted many people had been privileged enough to hear it in her life. It meant a lot to him that he’d captured at least that much of her trust.

  Cropping someone hard enough to leave the perfect welts across their thighs or butt cheeks wasn’t something he’d ever attempted. And even after their demo the other day, he would never attempt something like that. But he could tease her with the unexpected for hours with this toy.

  He started by tapping the side of her breast, making it bounce. He repeated the action on the other breast, and then the undersides. Short swats that would give a brief sting but not hurt her.

  He circled around her body, swatting her everywhere, loving the way she flinched with every tap. Anticipating the unknown was the name of the game.

  Flynn spent several minutes covering her butt with small pink squares and then her thighs. When he returned to her front, he flipped the tip of the crop between her legs, hitting her pussy with no warning.

  Elizabeth yelped. “Oh, God.” Her head tipped back and she met his gaze. She stared at him for several seconds before licking her lips. “Do that again.”

  He chuckled and cupped her chin. “There are so many problems with that demand I don’t even know where to begin.”

  Her cheeks turned pink.

  Flynn released her chin to step back. “As punishment, I think I’ll let you make a list for me. If you get three right, I’ll continue and let you come. If not, I’ll keep edging you until you’ve learned your lesson.”

  She lowered her gaze. “Sorry, Sir. You’re right.”

  He tucked the crop under his arm and then reached out and removed both clothespins at the same time.

  Elizabeth cried out at the shock. Her nipples would be throbbing from their sudden release. The pain of removing the pins was worse than affixing them. Instead of rubbing the sting away, Flynn let her suffer, the swollen pink tips begging for attention.

  “When you’re ready to start that list, I’ll be right here waiting.” Not touching you.

  She trembled and then took in a deep breath. “I made a demand, topping from the bottom.”

  “Yep. That’s one.”

  “I didn’t address you as Sir.”

  “Two.”

  “I tipped my head back to meet your gaze without permission.”

  “Exactly.” He lifted the crop and tapped one of her swollen nipples. “I think you like this crop.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I find I’m enjoying it too.” He set a hand on her shoulder and tapped her pussy again.

  She yelped.

  He knew he wasn’t hitting her hard enough to even cause a sting. That wasn’t the point. She craved the contact with her clit. Any contact. She needed him to touch her so badly that she didn’t care what he used to do it. He was definitely going to enjoy this new toy.

  He had an idea. “Do you think you can walk over to the bed for me, E?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  He slid a hand down her arm and helped her get to her feet, shocked by her ability to keep her hands locked behind her back. There were submissives who practiced for hours to become graceful at many tasks without the use of their hands, but it had been so long since Elizabeth had let herself enjoy this role that Flynn was surprised by her fluidity.

  He followed her toward the bed, noticing that she didn’t release her hands until she needed to climb up onto the mattress.

  “On your back. Knees bent high and wide. Hold your legs open for me.”

  She was trembling as she did as she was told, her gaze coming to the crop he still held in one hand.

  “Yes. I’m going to use this on your pussy. And you’re going to trust me not to hit you too hard. Safeword?”

  “Red, Sir.” Her voice was soft, and her lips parted as he stepped closer. She was in the perfect location, sideways on the bed and close enough to the edge for him to easily reach her.

  He had no intention of striking her more than with gentle taps from here on out, but she couldn’t know that for sure. What he wanted was for her pussy to get so swollen and pink and needy that she screamed out when he finally let her come.<
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  With one hand on her ankle, Flynn started tapping her inner thighs, raining down gentle blows that wouldn’t sting. But each swat would vibrate through her pussy.

  She gripped her knees, holding them for him with white knuckles. “Jesus,” she breathed as her head tipped back.

  Flynn’s cock was so hard it was uncomfortable. He wouldn’t take it out yet though. He wanted to watch her come undone first. And to that aim, he shifted his cropping from her thigh to alongside her vulva. She was so wet. He could see her glistening arousal everywhere. She hadn’t even worn a thong tonight. No scrap of fabric had absorbed her wetness.

  When he finally tapped directly over her pussy lips, her body jerked and then stiffened. She held her breath. He did it again. She moaned. “Flynn… Sir…” Her voice was weak, and her head lolled back and forth.

  He tapped her pussy lips two more times and then swatted her clit. That was it. She screamed.

  Flynn dropped the crop between her legs, braced her with one hand on her upper thigh, and plunged three fingers into her. He could feel the pulsing of her orgasm, and he pressed his thumb against her clit in hopes of drawing it out longer.

  She moaned through the entire release, a noise that burrowed into his chest. He knew he would never forget that tone as long as he lived, and he prayed he would get to hear it a million times again in the future.

  As her body loosened up and her panting slowed, he eased his fingers out of her, meeting and holding her gaze while he sucked them clean. Her eyes were glazed over, but she licked her lips as though she found his action captivating. “Please…” she whispered, gripping her knees and pulling them farther apart in invitation.

  It was time. Flynn pulled his shirt over his head while he kicked off his shoes. And then he quickly removed his jeans. “Condom?” He prayed she had one. He had some in his SUV, but leaving her to go get them was out of the question.

  “Bedside table,” she murmured.

  He tugged it open and grabbed the unopened box. As he tore into it, he glanced at her. “When did you buy these, E?”

  “Monday,” she stated without looking away.

  “Good.” He finally got his hands on one, ripped it open, and rolled it down his erection. “Let go of your legs, E. I want you to ride me this time. You set whatever pace you want.”

  She smiled at him as he climbed onto the mattress next to her and relaxed on his back. His cock bobbed around furiously, and he had to wrap his hand around it to still the motions.

  Elizabeth flipped onto all fours and hovered over him. “You’re going to let me be on top?” She seemed stunned, distrustful.

  He reached for her. “I didn’t say to top me. I simply said you could be on top. I’m giving you permission to take control for a few minutes. You gonna waste it staring at me?” he teased. “If you don’t like the idea, I can flip you back over and fuck you so hard you bang your head on the headboard.”

  She scrambled closer, set a palm on his chest, and lifted one leg over his thighs, straddling him. She spent a few moments molding her sweet palms to his pecs, taking him in with her eyes roaming his chest.

  His cock was so fucking hard, but he didn’t want to rush her. He wanted her to know he could loosen the reins from time to time. Maybe not during foreplay, but when it came to fucking, he didn’t mind letting her set the pace every now and then.

  As long as she did it soon. He was close to carrying through with his threat and flipping her over. He needed to be inside her more than he needed oxygen.

  Finally, she turned her attention to his cock, taking it in her small hands and stroking it up and down.

  He was close to snapping. “E…”

  She lifted her gaze to his, released his erection, and climbed up his body until she was hovering over his leaking head. And then she slammed down, taking him all the way to the hilt in one thrust.

  Flynn was usually pretty quiet when he fucked. In control. More aware of his partner than himself. But when she did that, he lost his mind. He was sure the loud grunt that filled the room came from him.

  Damn, she felt fucking amazing wrapped so tight and warm around his dick. When she slowly lifted off only to slam back down again, his eyes rolled back. He grabbed her hips and drew his knees up behind her ass. “My, God…” he murmured.

  “You like that, Sir?”

  He squeezed her hips, blinking his eyes in an attempt to focus. “You have to ask?”

  “Nope. I just like hearing praise.”

  “Well, baby, I’ve never felt as good in my entire life as I do when I’m buried inside you.” He tugged on her hips, urging her to lift.

  She let him, rising up and then lowering back into place without the same urgency. She set up a sweet pace, gentle and deep now, grinding her pussy down at the base of his cock and then lifting almost off.

  He was coming undone, trying hard not to come too fast and losing. He gritted his teeth, focusing on the sway of her tits, as if that would help him keep the orgasm at bay. When he couldn’t stop it any longer, he shifted one hand between them and found Elizabeth’s clit, rubbing it as she tipped her head back and moaned.

  Fuck me. He lost all ability to think. Seconds later, he was buried deep, pulsing against her cervix while her tight channel milked his cock.

  Elizabeth collapsed on top of him, her sweet body draped over his chest. He ran his hands up and down her back, her butt, her thighs. She panted against him, perhaps unable to move.

  They lay like that for several long minutes, and Flynn would have been content if she never moved, but finally she rose up on shaky arms and lifted off his dick. She surprised him when she reached for a few tissues on her bedside table and went to work removing the condom and disposing of it. He couldn’t remember any woman ever taking care of his condom before. It felt intimate. Familiar.

  Elizabeth slid off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, she was wrapped in a thick robe. She came to his side and propped against the headboard, yawning.

  He rolled onto his side next to her and peered into her eyes. “I should go.” It was the last thing he wanted to do, but she hadn’t invited him to stay, and she was bundled up as if she needed some distance.

  She nodded. “If not, we’ll end up having sex again, and then it will be morning, and we won’t have slept.”

  He wasn’t sure what the problem was with that possibility, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her cheek before climbing off the bed. He found his clothes and dressed in silence.

  There was something in the air he didn’t like. He wanted to climb back over her, spread her robe open, and demand that she admit they had something between them that was far more than sex or even D/s. Yes, the dominance and submission were fucking amazing. Yes, the sex was too. But there were also feelings bubbling up inside him. Did she not feel the same thing?

  He suspected she was hiding from her emotions. And he couldn’t blame her. Two nights of submission and sex wouldn’t be enough for her to jump all in. She had too much personal baggage for something like that, and he needed to respect that and let her set the pace.

  After putting his shoes on, he leaned over her and kissed her lips. “Sleep well, E. Don’t come into the restaurant in the morning. It’s not necessary. Get some rest. Whatever you’re working on can wait. If there’s anything pressing, you can handle it from home.”

  She nodded.

  Suddenly, he felt like his gesture meant to be kind was misleading. He certainly wasn’t trying to push her away. “Text me when you leave this room so I’ll know you’re safe, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He lifted a brow. “I mean it, E. I don’t like thinking someone is following you.” The reminder made his chest ache.

  She grabbed his shoulders. “I’m sure we’re overreacting.”

  “Maybe, but don’t take chances. Call me later, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She gave him one of her genuine smiles, and he gave her one of his panty-m
elting kisses, the kind he used on her when he wanted her to relax. It worked.

  She sighed as she slid down the bed and pulled her pillow under her head.

  “Night, E,” he whispered, dropping one last kiss on her temple before letting himself out of her room.

  Chapter 21

  Elizabeth lay awake for a long time after he left, not moving but unable to get her mind to wind down. She knew she’d hurt Flynn’s feelings by essentially kicking him out, but she’d needed to think. And she couldn’t think with him in the room.

  She was a jumble of emotions. She’d had sex with him on Saturday partially because she’d been desperate to have a real live man inside her, as opposed to a battery-operated version. Flynn was the first man she’d come upon in over a decade who made her glance twice and take notice. Granted, he also made her nipples hard, her pussy wet, and her clit throb. Those things were hard to ignore.

  It didn’t hurt that he was a Dom, and a firm enough one that he could dominate even her. Regardless of the fact that he may be right—maybe she was a switch—that didn’t mean just anyone who came along could dominate her. She was incredibly particular and didn’t trust easily. Trusting someone was huge.

  Tonight had been a whirlwind of emotions too. First, she’d been angry with him. Then she’d been turned on by him. Then jealous. Then horny. Then frustrated. Then…all she’d been able to think about was getting him inside her again.

  Perhaps it had been a mistake because even before he’d entered her, she’d felt this unusual sensation deep in her belly. Longing. Desire. Something that went beyond fucking or submitting. People could submit and have sex without getting emotionally involved. They did it every day.

  Something shifted though. About the time he clipped that clothespin on her nipple. The sharp pain had gotten her attention and made her realize how much nicer it was for someone else to inflict the stinging burn. The unknown was so much sweeter than when she played with herself alone.