F*ck Toy: A Dominatrix Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sybil Swift

  “Who’s to say I’m not?” He forced each word out, slowly, with obvious considerable effort while his hands did ungodly things beneath her dress. “Why don’t we try out upside down in my room?”

  And with a masculine noise that made her swallow through her tight throat, Noah picked her up off the ground and carted her off to the bedroom without a say in the matter. At least she wouldn’t be the only one getting topsy-turvy tonight.

  “What about dinner?” she squealed through peals of laughter.

  “Microwave.”

  That was the last word he uttered until a few hours later when they were so senseless neither of them could speak properly with or without a speech impediment.

  “You…had…you’re eye…on the ball…that time.” Chloe tried to catch her breath and rolled over to lay her head on his muscular chest as he scooched into the touch and made more room. Their bodies angled toward each other and he threaded his heavy, protective arm around her shoulder.

  “When I’m with you, I’m with you. End of story.”

  Too bad Chloe wanted this to be only their beginning.

  “We should probably go to sleep,” she spoke on a sigh even tangling her fingers in the sheets while the rest of her body moved to pull away. “Time for me to head back downstairs.”

  “Stay.”

  She blinked, looking up into his face that looked serious as a heart attack. Small creases dotted his forehead as if even some small part of him knew they were going somewhere that could break them into pieces. But a quick, lingering smile and a slight squint because he was without his glasses made her slightly resettle into the bed.

  “Are you sure?” The erratic tap dance of his heart against her ear gave him away, while his arm squeezed around her shoulder as if he’d crush her into his very being. “This isn’t what we are…”

  “Pretend.”

  “Why?” There was no more looking back at him as adrenaline forced every muscle in her body to a complete standstill leaving her powerless to get away from the inevitable train wreck of a conversation. “We made things pretty clear…”

  “Because you need it.”

  Four words. Four simple, tiny words that clocked her across the face as if he’d given her a blow to the head and all she could do was cling tighter.

  “Stop knowing things about me. It’s creepy.”

  “I think you know more about me than you think, if you let yourself.”

  With the cryptic saying ringing in her ears, Chloe was fast asleep within two minutes, cocooned by the one man’s warmth she didn’t need until she really, really wanted him. When she woke up only once, he was so tangled around her small frame it would have taken the jaws of life to pry them apart. And that was when she knew, without a doubt, she was done for, all in, and she had to tell him.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Morning light slanted in through the curtains making Chloe squint while she groaned and rolled away from the oven parked against her body beneath the slightly damp sheets. Nothing really made sense yet. But she wanted a shower or a fan or something to cool the hazy heat that wrapped around her body like clinging vines. The crush of last night hit her thoughts. And they hadn’t even had sex—they’d done some of the most intimate things known to man—things she’d never done with another guy, because going through the motions doesn’t always include cuddling. Now he was fast asleep, snoring softly, and rolled over onto his belly with his perfect, perfect ass in the air.

  But all she could think was she was taking advantage of him. That he’d given her what she needed last night and she really needed to cut all ties before her happily ever after thoughts ruined everything. For a small second waking up curled in his arms, it was simple bliss. She’d done what she’d wanted despite all the messy reasons not to fall asleep with him and break their one rule. And stuck with the emotional, vulnerable morning after where nothing had happened, but she’d had a memorable time—she couldn’t regret milking their connection last night. Hours of being locked tight in his arms after all the deliciously nasty things they’d done together, of taking comfort when she’d always been the source of making other’s feel better. The experience was something a little like heaven.

  She trailed a finger down the line of his spine and he stirred, muscles rippling before he grunted and sighed. Beneath her light touch he was like a magnet. It took everything to draw away without meshing her body back onto him, forcing him onto his back, and taking him so she could savor their connection one last time. Because she knew this couldn’t continue to go on—not with the temptation of her needs growing out of control and Noah’s track record. If she forced him to reject her, it would kill him. But not as much as hearing his blatant “no, I don’t want to be with you” would send her into a ice cream eating, spiraling orbit of doom.

  Simple, she needed to think simple. What did she want? For this to be their last memory, if they had to be a memory at all. She wanted to hold onto last night, cherish it, but wash it away with a morning of fulfilling sex that would push out all other thoughts so she could gather her strength to get into a cab, go home, and figure out the rest of her life’s path. Even without Noah in it she had a pretty good idea of what she needed. Even if what she needed wasn’t going to be what she loved—not today.

  “Noah,” she curled up to him cherishing his manly morning musk and kissed his shoulder blade. “Noah, I need something from you.”

  His hand curved around hers that was idly draped over his hip bone mere inches from his hard cock. Each one of her shallow breaths tilted through her lungs like razorblades. It couldn’t go any further, only one last time. Noah temptingly eased her fingers forward until he put the, both on his erection and he squeezed her palm against his hardness.

  “What do you want?” His throaty question, voice still rough from sleep and naturally low made her fingers tremble around his cock until he laughed. “Am I making you nervous? Are you going to shy away from me now that you’ve gotten everything your heart desires?”

  Her whole body tensed knowing he’d hit the mark. But his long, contented sigh made her release it as fast as it had flown through her body, because he didn’t seem to have a single idea what was going through her head.

  “Are you going to hold me or are you going to work me? Your choice.” His head inclined downward and she squeezed hard enough for him to hiss through his teeth. The noise was a delightful reminder of who was in charge. “Okay, okay, it’s a bit early for a second round, don’t you think?”

  “Whatever I think, is what you think, got it?” She nibbled the lobe of his ear while he melted beneath her fingers, all but grinding his hips forward to meet her slow, sensual strokes.

  Her other hand glided across his inner thigh running her nails along the taut skin. When she glanced down the line of his body his toes were curled and he arched back into the sheets. She pumped him once, twice, and squeezed again loving the growl that purred through his chest into and up her arm. Her lips meandered around his slightly dewy skin, brushing every bit of him within reaching distance. He didn’t say a word except for a small noise or a thrust. Otherwise he was completely without control beneath her roaming fingers, lips, and tongue.

  When she lowered down the line of his body removing her hand from his cock, he frowned, but his eyes went wide as her hot breath dragged along his abdomen until she could lick his thick head. His lips pressed tight, eyes half-lidded when her tongue circled in three quick movements. She flicked across his salty slit and his whole lower body bucked off the bed. Before he could get any more leverage, Chloe snaked her hands up until she pinned both his wrists to his sides.

  “Stay.” There was no brooking an argument from her tone. But he didn’t even pretend to wriggle, breathing heavy while she licked the salty, delicious taste of him off her lips and shot him a look from between his spread legs.

  The vulnerable look in his eyes tempered with the hidden strength beneath his body made her tremble. It was weird how two people that were so emot
ionally screwed up could trust within the span of a few heartbeats. His sleep tousled curls and the hard set of his mouth were a contrast that made her heart skip a beat. As pliant as he was beneath her control, it was a crackable facade that he could erase in a heartbeat—but he wouldn’t. The thin line pricked all the hairs on the nape of her neck as she took the head of his cock in her mouth with a small, savoring noise.

  She silently willed him not to move while she grazed her teeth along the smooth underside of his head. A delicate maneuver that took all of her patience. He breathed out in a ragged exhale with a whimper. There was no holding back her laughter and the sound ricocheted making Noah shudder beneath her mouth. She sucked hard while her teeth lightly held his hot, throbbing cock.

  “Jesus,” he cried out, ragged, his abs contracting with pleasure. Noah’s head thrashed on the pillow while she watched as he did everything in his power to remain still beneath her in his precarious position. “Good thing I trust you.”

  The words grated, warm in her chest as it tightened with the compliment. A few drops of pre-cum were sticky, slick on her tongue. She compressed the back of her tongue against him, releasing the careful weight of her teeth too glide down his shaft with enough suction that he let out a beautiful scream that rang out across the bedroom. She would be content to hear nothing but that scream for the rest of her life. Silently she endeavored to make him cry out again.

  She slid back up and released him with a shallow “pop” of sound. He immediately shot a glare down the line of his body, nostrils flared while the sharp planes of his face were cut by the play of early morning light and shadow. He swallowed—but said nothing. His total silence whisked a pleased grin onto her face and she blew a cold line of air across his bobbing cock. An unintelligible noise and he spasmed, calves locking around her shoulders for half a beat before he let go again.

  “I hope you trust me,” she murmured, echoing his former words.

  He flung his head back when her mouth closed over his silken ball sac tracing the smooth line separating him with her tongue. When his legs wiggled she went with her gut and released his arms to draw back from him completely.

  His wild eyes flew around the room before settling on her with a noticeable panic.

  “No, I’m not stopping. Calm down,” she reassured him with a soft smile. But the expression dropped when she took the bed sheets curving them into thick ropes of clothe so she could tie them around his ankles. Once the binding was in place she looked back up at his morning stubble face. “Test it out, would you?”

  Noah thrashed and though there was a bit of leeway, the sheets were still tucked into the bottom of the bed right enough to bounce a quarter. Thank god for the man’s neatness, he wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Good, then we can resume.” There was no way to hide the wicked pleasure she was experiencing at the thought, so Chloe didn’t even try to mask her triumph. “Lie still again, baby.”

  The pet name didn’t seem to faze him, but when she clamped her hands back on his wrists she noticed his pulse shot up against her fingers where she gripped him. His cock twitched when she put her mouth back on his balls. But that was nothing when she set her teeth against one of the silken sacks, not moving but leaving a light pressure. Noah went dead. With only the sound of his harsh breaths sawing in and out of his lungs as their accompaniment. She held the delicate balance of her teeth, swirling circles with her tongue while her thumb soothed the inside of one of his wrists. While her task required absolute concentration, she couldn’t ignore the rivulet of arousal slipping down her inner thigh.

  On a ten count, she released him. His breath came out in a whoosh but he still strained his hips upward.

  “More?” she almost whispered. “You may speak, I give permission.”

  “Please,” he rasped.

  She lowered her head and cupped his right ball with her teeth again. He groaned, cock twitching. But he didn’t make a move beneath her makeshift bonds. She slowly increased the pressure. When she savored his taste on her tongue and when she looked up at him his eyes were practically rolled into the back of his head. A flirtation between pain and pleasure.

  Chloe counted on Noah to speak up when she’d gone too far, to tap out. Despite the fact that nausea should have been swimming in his belly, he merely jerked his hips and let out a muffled moan. There was no way to deny he was enjoying himself. Her fingers tightened to the point of bruising and she dug her nails into his inner wrists removing her teeth over his balls to tease back the skin of his sack.

  “Oh my God,” he huffed out while she eased the tender skin in between her teeth. “Shit, shit, shit.”

  How much more could he take? Her breasts rasped against the sheets and her already hard nipples throbbed with the tease. She opened her mouth his skin slipping back and he licked his lips with a throaty laugh. The noise sent unexpected jolts through her system until she ground down on the bed rubbing her clit. She tongued the magic spot between his balls and his anus until he writhed, groaning, moaning, and losing all control.

  Until she couldn’t take it anymore.

  Without any warning she kept her hands pinning down his arms and she slid upward to straddle him as his hard cock rubbed against her labia and she shuddered from the intimate contact.

  “Are you hard for me? Are you ready?” she panted grinding down so her slick juices coated his shaft. When she groaned he started trembling beneath her while she rocked, teasing them both. “You’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” he grated out before thrusting up with his hips. “All yours.”

  “Bullshit,” she breathed out and before he could say another word she rose up, grabbed his hard cock, and lined them up. “You’re mine until I leave here.”

  She slid down his smooth length with her head thrown back on a low sigh. “Now it’s time to take me on a ride, baby. Make it good for me or I’ll beat your ass until you can’t see straight.”

  Chloe started a quick, hard rhythm that made her inner thighs ache whenever she dropped back down onto his shaft before rising up and circling her hips again. Each thrust downward jerked against her clit. But he merely shot upward with his hips and dragged his electric touch along her pussy. They were in complete sync.

  Noah jerked up and she lowered her head easing her lips across the smooth planes of his chest. He wriggled beneath her grip, cock plunging forward while she jerked down with his every sharp inhale. While his heartbeat pulsed through her fingertips as she anchored herself on his chest, his fingers scrambled at the sheets. His face was a mask of longing, so pure and completely focused, Chloe almost wanted to cry.

  The door slammed somewhere in the house and they both came to a standstill. Neither of them moved. Until she wasn’t even sure she was breathing. His eyes locked with hers, shocked but still dark with lust. Even as he licked his lips and mouthed “get off, now”. The spell was broken, and in two seconds flat she let go of his wrists and rolled toward the edge of the bed taking the whole sheet and wrapping it around her body.

  “Hey!” he hissed scrambling for a pair of jeans.

  “Hello? Noah, where are you? We need to talk,” A woman’s voice echoed out through the house.

  Noah muttered a couple swearwords she didn’t know were in the English language before he leapt out of bed and tried to throw on the closest T-shirt he could find—which so happened to be hers. She snagged it at the last second following him to stand away from the bed.

  She barely had time to struggle with the rest of her clothes before a tall, lithe women with brunette dreads held back in a headband and a yoga outfit stormed through the bedroom door. The expression on her face was anything but peaceful or zen. Noah leapt in front of Chloe—though she wasn’t entirely sure why—until the stranger shoved her finger in his face and started ranting.

  “Noah, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but whatever it is, it stops now! You’re summer stays here are over. I can’t believe you’d be so stupid to use this place as your little l
ove-pad on the off season and then dare to charge one of my clients for the privilege. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know they could sue me? That could bring everything I’ve worked toward for the past five years crashing down around my ears and then where would we be, huh? God, you’re so recklessly, unbelievably selfish! You’re paying this woman back every cent that she’s owed, do you understand? I don’t give a crap how you get it!”

  Clearly the ranting was done because the woman, Chloe assumed this was Noah’s sister, deflated altogether. Her shoulders slumped and she frowned wiping her face with the palms of her hands. She let out a long sigh and Chloe tried to duck under his arm. That went only so far because Noah glared and cleared his throat. The white knight routine was sweet, but the second she heard her mother’s worried tone from the other room, she wanted out.

  “I have to go, this isn’t my business. Let me go, Noah.” She pushed against him but he wouldn’t give an inch. “Let me go.” She enunciated through clenched teeth and was tempted to push him on his ass purely so she could jump out the bedroom window.

  Sex endorphins were still coursing through her veins but it wasn’t enough to keep away the nausea when her mother popped her head into Noah’s room before she grimaced.

  “Chloe, we’re going home.”

  That was all she said before she gave Noah an assessing look, lifted up her nose, and trotted back out into the living room. Normally, in the past, that was all that would have needed to be said before Chloe would have followed at her mother’s heels. Not this morning—and not tonight either. All of that before nonsense was done in the face of what she’d learned about herself over the past few days and she wouldn’t live to be her mother’s perfect little daughter.

  “This isn’t…well, yes, it is what it looks like,” Noah crossed his arms over his chest and dug in his heels. He seemed to have every intention of fighting it out regardless of the fact that the side of the line they were standing on was currently very, very wrong. “What else was I supposed to do here, sis? It was a little harmless fun. Nothing was broken, nothing was damaged and we got almost all of my chores done like a good little brother. You can’t beat me with the righteous whip for expanding on the rules a bit. Just let us stay the rest of the time and we’ll take off all the charges.”