by Penny Wylder
“Okay.”
He pushes his fingers in deep, putting pressure on my clit from inside, and I gasp. “I want to take you upstairs to the Victorian room,” he says softly. “Then I’ll strip you naked. There’s a giant bed in that room—I know you’ve seen it. I want to tie you down so you can’t move and fuck you till you scream. I’ll be able to take you as many times as I want and you won’t be able to stop me.” My pussy clamps down on his fingers so hard I’m surprised they don’t break, and he laughs. “I thought you might like that idea.”
“Who says I like it?”
“Your pussy,” he whispers as he thrusts into me harder to make his point, and white fire explodes behind my eyes.
I bite my lips to keep my moan from escaping. “How did you know? How can you know that’s what I like? We barely know each other.”
“I know a little bit about you,” he says. “I know you live alone and are single, and that you’re trying to make your way on your own.”
Turning to face him more fully, I raise an eyebrow. “You looked me up?”
“I may have,” he says.
“I’ll remind myself to Google you when I get home.”
Cole adds a third finger and I groan, feeling suddenly full and stretched. “My point was simply this: You liked playing a slave to a king. Your body responds when I talk about tying you down. Many people, women especially, have fantasies like that. Not because they want to be a slave or tied up, but because it means you’ll be able to let go. You won’t have to make the decisions for a little while and someone else will take care of you.”
His words strike home like they’re resounding in my gut and in my skull. It’s true. When we were playing, I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to worry, and it was perfect. How strange. And as if he’s reading my thoughts, Cole presses a kiss just below my ear. “It’s not weird.”
“It is. A little.”
“Even if it is,” he says, flexing his fingers against my G-spot, “I promise that once I show you how good it can be that you won’t care.”
“So you’re into that? Tying people up?”
He grins, stopping his teasing and starting to thrust into me in earnest. All the thoughts I was trying to process fly right out of my head with the way he’s rocking into me, hitting exactly where I need him. “I’m into many things. Variety is the spice of life, you know.”
“I think I did know that,” I say, my fingers digging into his shoulder and the couch as he continues fucking me with his hand. “What’s your favorite color?”
“What?”
A groan escapes me, and I know that he’s going to make me come right here on this couch, but I need to know something about him. Anything. It takes me a second to realize that I said it out loud. “Blue,” he says, “but not any blue. Blue so dark it’s almost black, like the color of the night sky in summer.”
He curls his fingers into my G-spot, and I break open. It’s a quiet, shaking orgasm that ripples through me, and I have to hold onto him. I’m holding my breath, and he keeps pushing me, drawing out those quaking waves of pleasure as I shake on his lap. Then it’s gone, and I heave in a breath, sagging against him. Cole kisses me, and I can feel his erection growing beneath my ass. “I love watching you come.”
He kisses me again, scooping his arm under my legs and standing. His lips cover my squeak in surprise, but I push at him. “Put me down.”
He doesn’t. “We’re going to the Victorian room. What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk there by yourself?” Then, softer, “The same rules apply. Safe sex and safe word any time you want.”
“Okay.”
“Let me take care of you tonight.”
I’m worried that he’s going to stumble and fall, drop me, but even as we climb the stairs he’s perfectly steady. I lean my head on his shoulder. “What does that mean?”
He chuckles, and the deep vibrations in his chest are soothing. “Like I said before, we don’t play any games here. I mean what I say. I want to take care of you. That means you don’t have to make any more decisions tonight. All you have to do is say yes and feel. And come,” he adds. “A lot.”
I feel the tension drain out of my body, and I relax into his hold. “Okay.”
Eight
My heart is pounding so fast and so loudly that I'm surprised that Cole can’t hear it. Everything is mixing together—anticipation and anxiety and lust.
It’s exactly like he said it would be. He carried me all the way to the Victorian room, putting me down only once we’d crossed the threshold. And then he undressed me. Slowly, he kissed every swath of skin he uncovered, and when he was on his knees in front of me, having removed the last of my clothing, he used his lips then, too.
I think I’m a little bit in love with his lips. And his wicked, sinful tongue. But he won’t let me come again. Instead he brings me to the edge, letting me hang there. My cursing in frustration only makes him laugh, and reminds me that the decisions are his, and that he promised it would be worth it. It damn well better be.
He lays me down on the bed, hands stroking across my body and making me moan, making sure that my skin is on fire with lust for him. And he keeps his word again—tying me down. Cole pulls soft, fleece lined leather cuffs from below the bed. On at a time, he wraps them around my wrists and ankles, adjusting the length of rope until I barley have room to flex. Bound and stretched, completely at his mercy.
I don't think I’ve ever been more turned on. The tighter the ropes became the wetter I get, until I can feel it dripping from me, onto the bed. And right now, Cole can see it too. He’s standing at the end of the bed, admiring his handiwork. He has a satisfied smirk on his face, and he might as well be saying ‘I told you so, I knew this would turn you on.’ But he doesn’t say anything. He leans forward, dragging his fingers across my clit and pussy.
Then he comes to me. “Open.”
I do, and he lowers those same fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
A simple, brutal command. I obey, tasting myself on his fingers, overwhelming arousal washing over me. “I almost regret our rules. The condom. I would fuck you till you came and have you clean your juices off my cock. I’d do it over and over again until you’d come so much you couldn’t remember your own name. And then I’d fuck you again, and I’d come so deeply inside you that you’d never forget it.”
Never in my life have I made a sound that I would consider a whimper, but that’s what I do. With his fingers in my mouth and my own taste on my tongue, the image he paints is so vivid that I want it.
“Rules are made to be broken,” I say as he pulls his fingers away, my voice hoarse with the lust building up inside me.
“Not when you’re the one who makes the rules.” He’s undressing now, every move quick and efficient, just like the last time.
“Especially when you’re the one making the rules,” I try to argue. “That’s really the only time you get to ignore them.”
Cole shakes his head. “No. Those two rules are not ones to break. We’ll just have to keep that idea for another time.” He’s grinning now, “But I will admit that seeing your lips wrapped around my cock is not something I want to wait for.”
I don’t have to ask him what he means. In a moment, he’s on the bed and straddling my waist. The weight of him pulls on my restraints, and I remember what position I’m in. Cole is massaging my breasts, pulling them together and squeezing them around his cock. “You’ve got gorgeous tits,” he says, pinching my nipples until they harden under his attention. Pushing them along his cock again he makes a sound of consideration. “This could be fun, too.”
His words sink in and it clicks. I don’t have a choice. There’s a difference between knowing you won't have a choice and feeling it with your body. I don’t have a choice. Unless I use the safe word, we’ll do what Cole wants.
Against all logic, my body relaxes. It accepts it. He was right. It feels so fucking good to let go. To not have to worry about whether I can pa
y my bills or whether to take Brownie out of rehab early or if I should apply for a second job. I don’t have to worry about anything right now. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be worry-free. Nagging worries are second nature to most of us now.
I open my eyes to find Cole watching me. He smiles. It’s a gentle smile—one of understanding. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” I mumble. “Really good.”
He runs his hands upward, smoothing them across my chest and up the sides of my face. He makes sure I’m looking at him, and I think he’s judging something, but I don’t ask. “That’s good,” he says. “Open.”
My mouth opens immediately before my mind even registers the command, and he places his cock at the corner of my mouth. It slips slowly in, and I close my lips over him. It’s strange not to be able to touch him—to have to trust him entirely. He slides further and further in, until my mouth is stretched around him. “Fuck, Andrea,” Cole groans. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”
There’s no way to answer him, and the reason I can’t makes my pussy tighten with need. He grabs the headboard for balance as he pulls out of my mouth to the tip and slides back in. “Suck it,” he says, voice low and forceful. “Suck my cock.”
I do. Cole pushes deeper, each stroke a little faster than the last, until he’s fucking my mouth. But it doesn’t feel that way. I’m so aroused that it feels like he’s actually fucking me. He groans, pulling his cock out from between my lips and leaning back.
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I don’t want to come yet, and your mouth…” he chuckles. “I wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”
I smirk at him, feeling more than a little smug that I can get him so close while I’m tied to the bed. But he doesn’t let me gloat for long, retrieving a condom and settling between my legs again. He pushes into me in one smooth movement, and I cry out. My body is so worked up, has been begging for this exact thing, and now it wants to come again. I reach out to pull him closer, only I’m not able to. I tug at the restraints but there’s no give.
Cole’s mouth closes over my nipple, and I arch against him as he slides out and in again. “I like this,” he says. “I like that you’re bound for me. Helpless. I like that I can fuck you whichever way I choose and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” God. Heat rolls through my body and my pussy squeezes down on him. Every time he reminds me of my vulnerability, my body lights up like a damn firework. Teeth graze my other nipple and I moan, try to focus on my words.
“You’re just saying that to turn me on.”
“Yes I am, clever girl.” He moves his lips to mine. “Is it working?”
Cole rolls his hips, grinding down onto my clit, and my moan is lost in his mouth where he’s using his tongue, fucking me in an entirely different way. He lifts himself up and starts to pound into me, and I’m lost. The orgasm shatters over me and the intensity of it makes me gasp. I can’t move, I can’t breathe. The restraints keep me in place, and I don’t have any choice other than to let this pleasure have its way with me just like Cole is doing. Fuck, yes. Every muscle in my lower body locks down, my pussy rippling with the waves of it.
It’s only when I blink and suddenly see the room, and Cole, that I realize just how lost I was to it.
“Second orgasm of the night,” Cole says. “But you know what they say…third time’s the charm.”
“You and your damn phrases,” I mutter, still shaking from the aftershocks.
He draws his tongue along my collarbone, leaving a line of cold and fire. “Well, there’s something you know about me. I like my quotes.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
“Right now, I’m going to do my best to make sure you forget.” And he starts to fuck me again.
Oh god. Fuck. I can’t. I’ve barely recovered from the last orgasm, and with him plunging into me, I’m right there again. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard. Is it possible? The building of pleasure tells me that yes, it is very possible. It’s a certainty. The bed is shaking with our fucking, and the headboard slams against the wall. Fuck, I’m so close again. “Close. Please.” It’s all I can say.
Cole growls, putting on a desperate burst of speed, and I crack open again. Pleasure rushes into all the spaces, filling me up and pouring over and there’s so much I don’t know what to do with it. I’m screaming and laughing and cursing and oh my god oh my god oh my god.
I hear Cole grunting as he thrusts to the finish, pushing himself in a final time. And then again. He curses loudly, and I feel his cock twitching as he comes. My body is spasming, little flickers of pleasure are fluttering over me, the remnants not sure where to go. My breath is still coming in gasps, and I still can’t move. “I don’t have any words.”
He lifts his head from where he’s let it fall against my chest. “That’s all right.”
I jump as he pulls out of me, my body now so sensitive a gentle breeze would probably make me jump. Cole takes care of the condom, and then carefully unties me. Each time he releases a strap, he massages the joint, working blood back into it and making sure it’s fine. There are two sides of him—the commanding sex god who can order me to suck his cock and the gentle lover who takes care of me. When he’s finished, he crawls onto the bed with me, pulling me close and wrapping me in his arms.
It feels so good just to rest there, head on his chest. I’m not bound anymore, but I still feel like I don’t have any worries. I feel…safe.
“I’m thirty-two years old.”
“Hmm?”
He draws a calming hand down my side. “You wanted to know more about me, so I’m telling you. I’m thirty-two. I’m an only child. My favorite kind of food is Italian. I’m a dog person. How’s that?”
“I want to know more.”
“How much more?”
“All of it,” I grin.
He tilts his head to look at me. “That’s going to take some time.”
“I know.”
He leans down to kiss me. “All right then.”
Nine
And that’s how it happens. Suddenly, I’m swept up into Cole’s world, and we fall into a comfortable rhythm of talking and sex. Over weeks, I explore almost all the rooms and play with him. He makes me come on his tongue in the Ocean Room so many times I get dizzy. In the Office Room, I play the naughty secretary and let him bend me over the desk while he spanks me. He ties me up again, this time in the Dungeon. There’s even a time when he stops the VIP elevator between the floors and lifts me up, fucking me against the wall.
And in-between there’s talking and texts. We learn about each other. I tell him about Brownie and her surgery, and he tells me about how he grew up in Montana. I learn that he hates wearing jeans and he’d almost always rather be wearing a suit. I learn that he was a junior rodeo champion. Little by little I learn who he is, besides the man who makes my body feel like it’s burning up with pleasure. And little by little, I let him see me. It seems like a long time since I’ve had that with anyone. My last relationship was in college, and it didn’t end well. Ever since then…it hasn’t seemed worth it.
It’s a Friday when I get the text:
So I’ve been thinking…we’ve never seen each other outside of Club Deep.
I think it’s time we went on a real date.
My heart thumps in my chest. I’ve been wondering when this would happen, and I’m not sure I’m ready. Fucking the boss when no one knows about it is one thing, but making it clear that you’re dating the boss is entirely another. I’m starting to gel with the other waitresses. Rosie seems to like me, and I’m making friends. I don’t want any of them to hate me because they think I’m trying to sleep my way up the ladder or something.
I type and delete my response several times before landing on one that I think won’t hurt his feelings.
Going public will change things. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Can I think about it?
His response is immediate, and I relax.<
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Of course. Whenever you’re ready, you let me know. I’ll see you tonight.
By now I should know that Cole would be the last person to pressure me into something I’m not ready for. All this time he’s been helping me explore, and if I say no to something, he doesn’t push, doesn’t press. If it’s a hard no, then that’s the end of it.
See you tonight.
When will I be ready? I need some kind of signal because I’m not used to any of this.
“I want to try something different tonight,” Cole says, appearing next to me as I punch out.
I jump. “Geeze. How do you do that?”
“Do what?” He’s smiling innocently, but he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Sneaking up on me like that. It’s like you’re a ghost or ninja.”
“I prefer ninja,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the VIP elevator. “Ghosts can’t touch anything.”
“Oh?” The elevator doors close behind us. “There’s something you plan on touching?”
“You could say that. We’re going to the Yellow Room.”
We’re passing through the circular hallway, stopping when we come to the portion filled with yellow light. “What’s in here?” He scans the door open, and I see for myself. Just like the blue room, most of this room is made of glass. Though this one opens up to the dance floor on the main level below, allowing the pounding music to flow in. Unlike the blue room, there’s a cage in this room. It’s just like the dancers’ cages down on the main floor.
Cole steps behind me, wraps his arms around me. His mouth is at my ear. “Will you dance for me?”
I look at the cage, perched in the open space, overlooking the club below. We’re high enough up that I don’t think anyone would be able to see me from below. Anyone in the other VIP rooms though, they’d have a perfect view. Which is exactly what he wants. Cole knows that people will be able to see me and know that I’m dancing for someone else. He wants them to be jealous. A shudder of heat goes through me at the idea of being so…wanted. “Yes,” I say in answer. He knows that I don’t want an audience, but I told him that the chance of people watching didn’t bother me. And now, I know that it turns me on.