by Jewel, Bella
“I believe that is a cat swatting toy thingy.”
“And why did you buy it?”
“Why not?”
“You don’t have any cats.”
“How do you know?”
She paused, biting her bottom lip. “You’ve never come into the surgery with a rescued cat before.”
“Doesn’t mean I haven’t saved a few.”
“Okay…where are the felines who are in desperate need of this toy?” She peered around my empty bedroom. “I’ll graciously give it to them right now.”
Sitting on the mattress, I grinned.
Her questions were delivered with perfect poise but beneath her snotty demands I sensed building excitement.
“The only pussy I currently have in my house is in this room.”
Her cheeks pinked as I added, “Do you think she’d be interested in playing with it?”
When she didn’t reply, I hooked my finger through the baby blue collar with tiny stars resting innocently on my bed. “Do you think this particular incredible cat would be interested in a game or two?”
She sucked in a breath. “Depends what sort of game.”
I twirled the collar on my finger.
Her eyes tracked its every whirl.
“I dunno. Depends if she wants to be the one in control or the one out of it.” I locked gazes with her, fisting the collar. “I’m still trying to suss out her particular tastes in that department.”
Vesper didn’t move. She barely even breathed. But it wasn’t from panic. Her nipples pinpricked her black blouse and her slack-clad thighs squeezed together.
“You see, it could go either way,” I murmured. Reaching once again into the bag, I pulled out a large black collar with no embellishment at all.
Without looking away, I reached behind my head and tore off my t-shirt, not caring it mussed up my hair. Tossing it to the floor, I ever so slowly wrapped the leather around my throat.
With suddenly shaky fingers, I buckled the collar and slid to my knees before her. “Last time we were together, this beautiful cat allowed me to throw her down and mount her. She loved when I thrust into her from behind. She begged for more.”
Vesper licked her lips, her eyes glossing with lust.
“She gave up complete control and I think it’s safe to say she liked it.” Sitting higher on my knees, I reached into the bag beside her and pulled out a matching black leash. Attaching the hook to the D ring by my Adams apple, I held the leash out to her. “However, I also have a sneaking suspicion she likes to rule, too. Evidenced by the military precision she runs her business and the incessant—and if I’m honest—slightly annoying need not to rely on anyone but herself.”
Vesper’s fingers slowly lashed around the black leash, accepting my gift of utter submission.
This ladies and gentlemen is playing.
It was about pushing boundaries, exploring freedom, and not letting right or wrong ruin such a delicious thing.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly took a step toward me, her gaze landing on the collar around my throat and my naked chest. “Is that what you want?”
“I want what you want.”
My cock hardened as indecision switched to interest.
“And what if I want you to be in charge?”
“Then I’d be in charge.”
“And if I find you incredibly sexy on your knees?”
“Then I remain on my knees.”
She shuddered. “Oh my God, Ry…I don’t—what are you doing to me?”
I groaned, loving the cloak of goosebumps she made me wear. “Whenever you call me Ry, I get chills.” Rubbing my arm, I held it up. “See? That’s what you’re doing to me. I’m so fucking hard, Ves. The unknown is driving me mad. Either give me a command or I’ll give you one. But I need to touch you soon.”
The room filled with spine-tingling desire. My balls never felt so heavy. My cock so damn ready to spring from my jeans and take this woman.
As much as I begged to collar her and have her spread-eagled on the bed, I wanted tonight to be hers. I needed her to know that I didn’t take the fact she let me control her lightly. I loved that she trusted me enough to let go.
And I wanted her to continue letting go until she freefell into my arms, my life, my love forever.
That’s twice you’ve used the L word in linked sentences.
It terrified me, but I didn’t focus on it.
Instead, I waited for my mistress to decide if she wanted me over her or beneath her.
Swallowing, her throat worked as she made up her mind. “I think you’ve been a bad boy.”
Ah, fuck.
My entire body twitched with erotic electricity as she tugged lightly on the leash. The collar around my throat tightened then relaxed.
“You’ve been a bad, bad boy buying all these things. Making me believe they were for your rescues when all along you knew what they’d be used for. On me.”
I waited.
I wouldn’t speak unless she asked. She was running this show. Not me. And fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more knowing I had the power to flip her over and take her but I wouldn’t until she either begged me, commanded me, or gave back the power to do whatever I damn well pleased.
Striding away, she tugged on the leash. “I think the first thing we need to work on is your obedience.” She tugged again. “Come on, bad Ry. Show me if I should forgive you.”
Unable to wipe the shit eating grin off my face, I crawled forward on all fours. There was something about her standing over me with a leash connected to my neck that turned me the fuck on.
“Heel,” she snapped.
Immediately, I pressed my body against her leg like any perfect dog.
“Lie down.”
I rolled over onto my back; one hand cupped my throbbing cock while the other locked around her ankle.
She gasped as I rubbed her delicate bone with my thumb.
Kicking me away gently, she slipped off her black flat shoes, and rested her bare foot on my naked chest. Our flesh instantly sparked where we touched.
“Do you think you’re trained enough to touch me?”
I couldn’t breathe from the supernova lust inside me. I struggled to nod. I thought I could keep up this act, but Christ it was harder than I thought. Harder to fight the instincts of my sex and not yank her onto the floor beside me.
Removing her foot, she commanded. “Sit up.”
I did.
“Come closer.”
I shifted to my knees and inched toward her. My mouth came in direct contact with her lower belly. I couldn’t help myself. I pressed a swift kiss there, wishing so fucking much I could kiss her lower.
She moaned but didn’t slip from character.
“Seeing as you’re behaving, let’s try something harder.”
I waited.
And waited.
When I didn’t think I could wait anymore, she commanded, “Remove my trousers.”
Thank, sweet baby Jesus.
My fingers trembled as I looked up, locked eyes, and slowly undid the button and zipper. Once the slacks flared around her hips, I sat taller and grabbed the sides.
Inch by inch, I slid them down creamy, long legs until they pooled on the floor and she stepped elegantly out of them. Shedding the grey cardigan, her nipples had taken over the plain black shirt with excellent decoration.
Standing there in ivory knickers and black top, she’d never looked more bloody beautiful.
My mouth watered.
I swallowed my groan.
And waited.
Vesper never looked away. Her hand landed on my head, tucking unruly hair behind my ear and making my entire body go slack with bliss.
I grunted as she tugged the same strands she’d just petted. “Are you having dirty thoughts about me? Are you perhaps wishing you weren’t so obedient?”
Fuck, yes.
“So quiet all of a sudden. I wonder…” She dropped to her knees, matching me and bri
nging her eyes once again below mine.
Everything shot into passion. I fought every muscle that wanted to grab and maul her.
“Let’s see if this will make you speak.” Her hand left my head, trailed down my throat, over the collar and down, down my belly. Reaching the waistband of my jeans, she undid them like I’d done hers and inserted her hand into my boxer-briefs.
I groaned loudly as she wrapped tiny, tight fingers around my cock. “I think this is misbehaving, don’t you?”
I didn’t know what she wanted. So I did nothing. I just relished in the squeeze and fondle of her hand, knowing I was seconds away from embarrassing myself if she continued to touch me.
Reaching further, she cupped my balls. It felt so goddamn good it was painful. “You’re being a very good boy now, Ry. I think you deserve a reward.”
Before I could stop her, she bent over and inserted my cock into her mouth.
I seized. “Je-sus.”
Her teeth weren’t sheathed as she took my length, her nose hitting my jeans zipper. This time, I couldn’t override instinct and my hands landed on her hair. I didn’t push her harder into my crotch but I did loop the long blonde strands through my fingers and went with her, up and down, swirl and around.
My thighs bellowed to recline. To pull her away and flip her over to find yet another part of her that was wet and warm. But she was still in charge. She hadn’t given me the right to take over. Not yet. So I gritted my teeth and rode through the best goddamn blow job I’d ever received.
When gritting my teeth threatened to crack said teeth and pre-quake ripples from balls to shaft warned I was moments from coming, I tugged gently on her hair. “If you want me to remain a good boy, I…suggest…you move…your—”
I couldn’t finish.
How the hell was I supposed to talk when this woman I’d fallen for had her lips around my dick?
And yes, I admitted it.
I’d fallen for her. I’d fallen so fast and so fucking hard, I was a broken bone heap at the bottom of whatever love cliff I’d been pushed off. Maybe that was why every touch, every lick, every swipe of her incredible tongue felt so much better than any before her.
Maybe it was the connection binding us together. Or perhaps it was the deeper knowledge that somehow, some way, I suspected she felt the same way I did.
Her teeth teased me as she sucked harder.
My head flopped backward. “Shit, Ves. I’m gonna—I’m gonna…”
Yes, I’m—
But then, she stopped.
The little wrench pulled her mouth away and left me hanging. For a second, it could’ve gone either way. I could’ve come just from the cool air replacing her hot mouth and the residual memory of pleasure.
But then her voice interrupted my orgasm haze.
“If you’re naughty and come, you won’t be allowed inside me tonight.”
My eyes ripped open as I did my best to clamp down the goods and force away the epic explosion so damn close to detonating. My body jerked as one lone little spurt ruined me, seeping like milky sin from my crown.
Fuck.
She tutted even as her eyes glowed. “Well, that was naughty.” She waited for me to continue coming but I used every trick I had in my arsenal and stopped it. It couldn’t be healthy to be in the throes of release and then have to claw it back. One little clench was worse than none at all because my body was ready to jettison whatever load she’d conjured. And now it was blocked up, throbbing and so damn incessant I could barely breathe.
“Fuck, woman,” I grunted. “I’ll get you back for that.”
Her lips twitched. “You’ll try. You were able to stop mid-orgasm. I’m impressed. In that case, another reward is in order.” Her finger swiped out and scooped up the tiny droplet of cum she’d wrenched from me. Not breaking eye contact, she placed her finger into her mouth.
And fuck me if I didn’t almost blow right there and then.
“Goddammit, Vesper.”
She tugged on the leash. “No talking.” Standing, she pulled again. “Heel, there’s a good boy.” Although moving while in this state was excruciating and every motion begged me to finish what she’d started, I obeyed.
I crawled beside her, trembling with lust.
My cock remained standing to attention while my jeans lay open around my waist. But I didn’t move to pull them off. After all, she hadn’t told me to or given permission.
She obviously wanted me this way.
And shit if that didn’t make me even hotter.
Christ, I need to come.
Reaching the bed, Vesper unbuckled the leash from my collar and tossed the fabric over the back of my neck. Holding the two ends like reins, she slowly sat onto the mattress, spreading her legs shamelessly before me.
“Now, we’re going to see just how good you can be.”
Oh, sweet baby mother of God.
My eyes locked onto her ivory panty covered pussy. I basically panted like the dog I pretended to be, looking at her like a prized kill.
“Remove my knickers.” Her voice turned breathy and low.
My hands had given up trembling for full on shaking as I hooked my fingers around the sides and tugged. She balanced herself using the leash around my neck, arching her hips off the bed.
The moment I saw her naked, a feral groan echoed in my chest. “Goddammit, you’re gorgeous. The most gorgeous, wet, so fucking—”
Her hands jerked the leash. “No talking. Your mouth has much more important work to do.”
Fuuuuck.
This was the best idea I’d ever had in my goddamn life. If she wanted to control every sexy time we had from now on, I would not complain. I looked up hoping to hell she was getting off on this as much as I was.
I didn’t have to worry.
Her cheeks were flush, her eyes wild, and the damp spot she’d already left on my bed proved that she liked bossing me around as much as she liked me shoving her to the ground and taking what I wanted.
My body demanded I dive into her, to spear my tongue inside her.
But I waited.
Because I was a good boy.
And she was my hot as sin mistress.
Stroking under my chin, she whispered, “Do you want to lick me?”
I swallowed hard.
I nodded.
“Do you want to give me pleasure like a good boy?”
I pursed my lips together to stop the profanity filled begging.
I nodded again.
“In that case, obedient Ry, get to work.” Her legs spread even more; a welcome invitation for me to slide forward on my knees and wedge myself against the bed. My cock touched the soft sheets, and I pressed hard against it as I grabbed her hips, and yanked her pussy to my mouth.
I wasn’t gentle.
She hadn’t told me to be gentle.
The instant her taste exploded on my tongue, I lost it.
Lost it, lost it, lost it.
I fucked her with my tongue.
I bit her clit.
I sucked her flesh.
I stole every wetness she gave me.
I turned wild.
And through it all, she held on with the reins around my neck, jerking me forward if I pulled away, manhandling me to eat her harder, faster, deeper.
“God, yes. Yes!” She writhed on the bed, her legs trembling around my head. “More.”
I growled around her clit. “More what?”
“More tongue!” Her yelp as I fucked her as deep as I could with the part of me she demanded made me struggle through another orgasm wave.
As her heels jammed on the mattress, arching her body into my mouth, I added fingers to my tongue and stretched her wide. The way her pussy clenched around my digits made me black out from delirium.
“Ryder, hell yes.”
There was nothing calm and collected about this. It was noisy, wet, sexy as fuck, and almost demented at how frenzied we became.
I gave her everything I was. And when her inne
r muscles clenched around my tongue and her whimpers turned to breathless screams, she let go of the leash, yelling, “I’m yours. You’re in charge. Do whatever you want.”
Her reward was ten times better than I imagined.
Ripping my mouth from her pussy, I stood up, grabbed the baby blue collar from the sheets and fisted her wrists. With trembling hands, I pinioned them together. Every dirty thing I’d wanted to say to her spilled out as I trembled and shook and prepared to take this woman so bloody deep and hard we’d both be bruised tomorrow.
“Goddammit, you’re a tease, Ves.” I secured her wrists tight. “See what you’ve done to me. You’ve ruined me. Goddamn ruined me for anyone else.”
Her eyes fell to my cock.
I didn’t have the patience to rip off her blouse or remove my jeans. Clothing was forgotten as I pushed down my boxer-briefs to mid-thigh and once again grabbed her hips. “You’re going to be ridden now, you naughty, filthy girl. Ridden so damn deep, you’ll taste me inside you for days.”
“Yes!”
Her body draped over the edge of the bed while I stood up. I could throw her higher up the mattress; I could flip her to take her doggy, but tonight I felt like something new.
Hoisting her hips into my arms, I angled her pussy until it touched the top of my cock. I held her there, my knees wedged against the side of the bed, my hips poised to thrust.
Her body was all sleek angles and shadows as her hands remained above her head.
“Are you ready to be fucked by this very obedient but entirely out of patience man?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Are you ready to come for me, scream for me, promise you’ll forever be mine?”
She threw her head back. “Yes! I promise.”
“In that case—” I thrust forward. My cock entered her in one swift erotic impale. One second cold air around me, the next hot, hot Vesper. Her inner muscles seized, fighting me and welcoming me at the same time. “—you can have me.”
Chapter Thirty
Vesper
WORDS.
Who cared about words?
I certainly didn’t when Ryder pounded into me.
And I used the word pounded because that was exactly what he did.