by Marie Tuhart
“I don’t know.” Her lips turned up. She looked down at herself. “Oh my goodness, I’m covered in flour and gunk. Yuck!” She pulled off her apron. At least it had protected her clothes.
“For what I’m thinking about, you don’t need clothing.” He picked up a bag and dangled it from his fingers.
“What is that?” She hadn’t noticed him carrying anything when he walked in, but then she’d been a little distracted by the smoke alarm.
“Why don’t we find out.” Damon took her hand and led her to her bedroom. “I want to play. Are you ready?” he asked, holding up the bag.
“Yes.” Her tongue darted out and wet her lips.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.” Tessa’s tummy tightened. Was she ready for this? Damn right, she was. If they hadn’t been interrupted in the club last week, and he hadn’t had to work there last night... She blew out a breath.
“As part of our negotiation, are you okay with me using restraints and toys?”
“What do you have in mind, Sir?”
Damon stared at her. The mischief she’d seen in his gaze moments ago was even more pronounced now. “If I told you everything, what fun would that be?” He reached over and took her hand. “I won’t push your limits tonight, only tease them a bit.”
“I can handle that, Sir.”
“Good.” His hand slid up her arm, and his fingers curved around the back of her neck.
Instantly, her bones weakened, and Tessa grabbed onto his shoulders to keep from falling. “Oh Lord,” she whispered.
“So sensitive.” His hold tightened. “I like that.”
“Sir, please.”
His free arm went around her waist, pulling her to him. “Trust me, sweetie. I won’t let you fall.”
Instinctually, she knew that, but what about betrayal? Where the hell was that coming from? Tessa’s heart pounded. It must be residual fear from the reporter Wednesday night. Damon had never given her any reason to think he would betray her.
Damon’s deep voice broke through her thoughts. “Where are you, sweetie?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Are you okay?” He let go of her neck and pulled her tighter into his embrace. “We don’t have to do this.”
“I’m fine, Sir.” She gave him a smile. All her thoughts about the reporter could wait. She tucked them away.
“Are you?” Damon stared down at her, his blue eyes filled with concern.
“Yes, Sir.” Tessa lifted her chin. “I want to do this, Sir.”
He studied her for a moment, then released her. “You have safe words, so use them if needed.”
She nodded.
“All right. I want you to undress and get on the bed.”
Tessa pulled off her t-shirt as Damon opened the bag. “What’s in the bag, Sir?”
“Toys.”
She slipped off the rest of her clothes and lay down on the mattress.
“Where are the restraints I gave you?”
Tessa sat up.
“No, stay on the bed. Tell me where they are, and I’ll get them.”
Heat filled her face.
“Now that’s an interesting shade of red, my Tessa.”
Oh crap. Why had she put the restraints in that drawer? Her toy drawer. Well, not completely toys. Her vibrator was in there, along with books she didn’t share with anyone. And of course, the restraints were there.
“Please, let me get them, Sir.”
“Why are you embarrassed?”
Tessa closed her eyes. “I…” She reached down and pulled the comforter over her body.
Damon crossed the room and sat next to her on the bed. “Tessa?” He cupped her cheek.
“Sir…” she started.
“No more sir; this is Damon and Tessa now.”
She leaned her cheek into his palm. “I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I am.”
“Is it because of the restraints or something else?”
“Something else.” This didn’t make sense. Why did it bother her so much if Damon saw her books? The man had seen her naked, for goodness sake.
“Why did you pull the comforter up?”
Tessa blinked at the question. “I was getting cold.”
He tilted his head. “Are you sure? I would have thought you were hot.”
“Shit.” He was right. She’d been hot, yet she was trying to hide from him. Her fingers curled around the fabric.
“Let it stay.” His hand covered hers. “For now. Tell me more about what’s in the drawer.”
“The restraints and my vibrator,” she whispered.
“I don’t see you being embarrassed about that. What else?”
Tessa ducked her head. She needed to tell him. Honest, open communication. Taking a shaky breath, she raised her head and looked at him. “Books.”
“Books? Why would you be embarrassed about books?”
Tessa didn’t answer, and Damon’s lips curved up into a smile.
“I’m super curious now. May I?”
“I guess.” Fear welled up in her. Would he think her a freak?
Damon stood, walked over to her dresser, and waited.
“Bottom drawer.”
He opened the drawer, pulled the restraints out and set them on top of the dresser, then pulled out her stack of books. After pushing the drawer closed, he sat on the mattress with the books in hand.
“These look like typical erotic romance books.”
“Oh?” In her mind they weren’t. Well, not quite true; they were erotic romances, but they went a little further than most.
He set them on the bed and picked the first one up to read the back cover copy. Tessa waited barely breathing.
“Sweetie, I don’t see why you were embarrassed.”
“May I?” She held her hand out for the book. Damon placed it in her hand. Tessa flipped the pages until she came to the first scene in the book that caused her to squirm every time she read it. “Here, read this.”
Damon took the book and began reading. Tessa nibbled on her lower lip, her tummy churning and her heart pounding. He flipped the page and kept reading. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
More pages, and then he looked over the top of the book. Their gazes clashed. His were alight with desire. He closed the book and lowered it to the mattress.
“Please explain to me why you’re embarrassed by the book?”
Tessa stared at him. “You read part of it.” She shifted.
“It’s a very sexy, sensual scene.”
It was, but… “Damon, he takes total control of her, and she likes it. From the moment they meet, he’s all dominant male: downright overbearing and an asshole. He forces her to do his bidding in and out of bed.”
“Is that how you see it?”
Tessa hesitated. Damon wasn’t upset, he was asking her questions and not jumping to conclusions. “I see it, but what does it say about me that it makes me excited.”
“It says you’re a woman who is deeply passionate.”
“What about the sex scene?’ She really couldn’t call it a love scene.
“Is that something you want to do?”
“What?” Her thoughts spun around his question.
“Would you like me to tie you up and have my wicked way with you with no input from you? Although I would say the heroine was very vocal.” Damon ran his finger over her cheek.
“Yes… No… Oh hell.” How did she answer that? Yes, part of her wanted that. For control to be taken from her. Wasn’t that part of the D/s relationship?
“Tessa, I know you said you had a mentor, but were you never taught the sub has all the power?”
“Yes, but—” He placed his fingers against her lips.
“No buts. You stop everything with a single word. If this is something you’d like to try, I’m game.”
“You don’t think I’m a freak?” Maybe she should show him the other scenes that made her hot.
“Sweetie, I don’t know who told you that, but
you are not a freak. You are a very sensual woman.” He slipped his hand to the back of her neck.
Her body heated, and her bones melted. Her upper body went lax.
“This is a sign of complete trust in me. I would never betray that trust.” He tightened his hand and released her. “I mean that, Tessa. You say red and everything stops, no matter what.”
Tessa swallowed. Damon understood her. “You are planning to restrain me tonight?”
His eyes lit up. “Yes, restraint and toys. I’m not going to tell you what toys.”
“And if I beg you to stop.”
“You can beg me all you want. Only red will make me stop.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“But first.” He picked up another one of the books. “This one is different.”
Oh yeah. That was really half erotic romance and half porn. Damon flipped through it. “Ah, I see now. Does my Tessa have kidnap fantasies?”
Her body flushed, and she looked down at her clenched hands.
“Yes, she does.” Damon cupped her chin and raised her face to his. “After we’ve been together for a while, we’ll talk and act out your fantasies. I’m willing to make it work for you.”
“Damon.” His name came out in a plea. No man could be this good or comfortable with kink. At least not in her experience.
“Sweetie, I mean what I say. Nothing I’ve read so far in these books or about your limits tells me we’re not compatible.”
Tessa blinked. “You can’t be real.”
Damon’s chuckle became a husky laugh. “Honey, I design adult toys, and I’m a partner in a BDSM club, so of course I’m real. You haven’t been around the right men.” His eyes darkened with intensity. “Now you are.” He gathered up the books and put them away before picking up the restraints. “Lose the cover, sweetie. Time to play.”
Tessa blew out a breath and kicked the comforter to the end of the bed and waited.
“That’s my girl.” He strode to the bed. “Wrists or legs?”
“What?”
He glared at her.
“What do you mean, Sir?”
“Better. Next time you forget, I will give your ass a swat. Do you want your wrists or legs restrained tonight?”
Tessa bit her lip. Having her arms free would mean she could touch him, but she wasn’t sure about having her legs restrained. “Wrists, please, Sir.”
He nodded. “Arms over your head.”
She did as he asked. The sound of him unbuckling the first restraint set her nerves quivering. When he slipped the cuff on her wrist, her pussy clenched. By the time he got to her other wrist, she could barely stay still.
“Are you aroused, my sweet?”
“Very much so, Sir.”
“Good. If your arms start to ache or go numb, tell me.” He picked up the bag and pulled out his toys, placing them on the bed next to her hip.
Tessa tried to see what the toys were. She noticed one looked like a vibrator, but it was hard to see the other items.
“Now, my sweet. I’m going to play with your breasts and your pussy.”
Tessa shifted in her bonds.
“I’ll start with something easy.” He shifted on the mattress and leaned over her. His lips covered her left breast.
“Ah.” Tessa arched into his mouth. His right hand pinched her right nipple, and her clit pulsed. She tugged at her bonds, wanting to curl her fingers into his hair.
He raised his head and let her nipple go with a pop. “There we go, both are hard and needy now.” Damon reached down and lifted out a pair of nipple rings.
Her pussy spasmed.
“These are for beginners since you indicated you’d never had nipple rings on before.”
“That’s correct, Sir.” Her breathing was already choppy; how was she going to survive this?
He held up the nipple ring. It wasn’t closed on one end, and it had stars on it. “I made these. I only saw your nipples that one night, so let me see if I got the sizing right.” He cupped her breast in his palm and slipped the first one on. “How does that feel?”
“Strange, Sir.”
“Explain.”
“The weight is different. My nipple is throbbing.”
“Is it too tight?”
“I don’t think so. I feel pressure, but it’s not unbearable.”
Damon gently touched the ring, and she jumped. “It moves slightly, so it’s good for now.” He picked up the second ring and applied it. He reached over to her nightstand, and she saw him with his phone.
“Sir?” He wasn’t going to take a picture would he?
“Setting a timer.” He put his phone back down. “Since you’re not unuse to them, I don’t want them on more than five minutes.”
Tessa blew out a breath.
“So let me continue my exploration.” He lowered his head and kissed his way between her breasts and down, laving her belly button with his tongue, then kissing the top of her mound. Her legs shifted. “Ah, sweetie, try to keep still.”
Damon rose up and crawled between her legs, widening them with his hands and body as he went. “Such a pretty pussy.” He dropped his head and licked her slit.
Her breathing grew choppier. His tongue sent delicious sensations of pleasure from her clit to her nipples. Oh Lord, her nipples were swelling within the rings, and the pressure was causing even more shafts of pleasure to flow through her veins.
“You’re wet.” Her body flushed. “That pleases me.”
Tessa smiled, then groaned as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers. “I think you’re ready for toy number two.” Their gazes locked.
Something round and hard pressed against her entrance. “Shall I tell you about this little toy I invented for you?”
“Please, Sir.” Damn, was that her breathless voice? He did that to her.
“This is a very special vibrator.”
Tessa moaned as he withdrew and pushed the vibrator into her pussy.
“It does vibrate, but does so much more.” More of the toy filled her. “You see, sweetie. This will vibrate, but it will also twist inside your sweet pussy.”
Another moan left her lips as the vibrator was seated, but there was something else. Something against her clit. “Sir, what is against my clit?”
“Oh that.” He gave a husky laugh that sent tendrils of desire flowing over her skin. “I’m going to let that be a surprise.”
The alarm on his phone went off, and Tessa jumped. “Easy, sweetie.” He rocked back on his knees. “Let’s get those rings off.” Damon rose up over her. “I’ll be gentle, but be prepared for the blood rushing back into your nipples.”
“Okay, Sir.” Tessa closed her eyes.
His fingers removed the first one, then his mouth covered her nipple. What little breath Tessa had in her lungs whooshed out. There wasn’t much pain, but her pussy was clenching at the vibrator, and her clit throbbed.
“Good girl. Now the other one.”
The second one was as intense as the first one. This time, her abs tightened, and her toes curled. What the heck? Before she could even process what was happening, she climaxed.
Damon sat up between her legs and had a big grin on his face when she opened her eyes. “Sorry, Sir.”
“What are you sorry for?” He tossed the nipple rings onto the bedside table.
“I climaxed, Sir.”
He tilted his head as he looked at her. “Sweetie, there’s nothing wrong letting go with a climax, unless I tell you otherwise.”
“I noticed some Doms don’t like it when their sub doesn’t ask for permission.” Her orgasm had come on so quickly.
“I’m not one of them.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss over her lips. “Now, let’s see if you can do it again.”
The vibrator came to life. Her muscles clenched around the toy. “It feels stronger than a normal vibrator, Sir.”
“It should. It’s one of my special toys.” He turned it up.
“Fuck,” Tessa said. The little
nub against her clit started moving from side to side. Her clit reacted. She wasn’t going to last long with all these sensations. But she wanted Damon inside her, not a toy. She jerked at her bonds. “Please, Sir. I want you to be in me when I come again.”
Damon grin widened. “There’s no other place I’d rather be.” The toy was turned off and removed from her core. The ripping of a wrapper met her ears, and she watched as he sheathed himself before placing his cock at her opening.
“Yes, Sir.” She tugged at the restraints, wanting to touch him, to feel his hot skin beneath her fingers.
“Easy, sweetie, you’ll hurt yourself.” He thrust home.
“Ah.” Her neck arched, and her hips flexed up against his.
“You feel so good around me. Tight, wet, and mine.”
Tessa couldn’t find her voice. His shaft filled her and brought every nerve ending alive. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to thrust in and out.
Her lashes slid down as she closed her eyes. Bliss. This was what she needed. A man she trusted, a man she could fall in love with. For a second, everything inside her froze, but then Damon shifted, and she sighed. This was what she was missing in her life.
“You’re so beautiful.” Damon rained kisses over her face and neck.
“Right back at you.” She’d finally found her voice. Her muscles tightened, and tingles began from her arms to her toes. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Come for me, sweetie.” He twisted his hips.
Tessa cried out as another climax flowed over her. Hot waves of pleasure filled her body. And Damon kept thrusting. How much more could she take?
“One more time, sweetie,” he said, his words staccato, as if he was having trouble finding the words. Then he thrust one more time as his mouth covered hers.
She screamed as she came again, but this time, Damon stiffened above her, and she felt him pulsing within her.
Her legs fell from their hold around his waist, her body totally spent. Damon rested against her, his tongue tasting the skin of her neck.
“Sir?” She hated to disturb him, but she didn’t have a choice.
“Yes, sweetie.”
“Ummm, I think my arms have fallen asleep.”
“Shit.” He sat up and pulled himself from her clinging body. “Let me get rid of the condom.”
Tessa flexed her fingers to get the blood flowing. Damon was back in less than a minute, undoing the restraints. He rubbed her right arm and then her left.