Reaching up, I unhooked her arms and wrapped my own around her waist to support her. Automatically her arms lowered around my neck as she rested her head against my chest. I wish I’d thought to remove the spreader bar so I could press her against the wall next to me and take her, but I hadn’t so I moved her to the bed. She wasn’t steady enough on her feet to fuck any other way. Laying her on her back, I stood next to the bed and forced her legs straight in the air before lining my cock up to her opening.
In one hard thrust, I was all the way in her with my balls slapping her ass. I was tempted to take her puckered hole again, but I didn’t want to stop to find lube so I pounded into her already wet and tight pussy. Holding onto her thighs, I showed no mercy in slamming into her as hard as I could. The sound of my skin slapping against hers as she moaned and writhed under me only made me more turned on. It sounded like I was giving her a spanking, and that was fucking sexy.
“I want you to come, Precious,” I demanded, digging my fingers into her skin. I loved seeing the little bruises my fingers left on her skin days later.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped, lifting her hips into my thrusts. She’d automatically lifted her hands over her head even though I hadn’t told her to. The fact she knew I liked to restrain her hands and she did it on her own to please me turned me on like mad. Dropping one of my hands between her thighs, I circled her clit. She cried out and bucked hard against me once, twice before I felt a strong surge of liquid come from her. It trickled down my balls and my own release nearly followed, but I pulled from her. Letting her legs fall over the side of the bed, I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to sit up.
“Suck. Now,” I demanded, lost to my own pleasure. All control was gone when she didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat. It only took a few thrusts into her talented mouth before I yanked out with a popping sound. Using my hand, I roughly yanked on my dick before come spurted out the tip to spill over her breasts.
I wrapped a hand around her arm and made her stand before rubbing my release into her skin.
“Mine.” It was more of a growl than actual speech.
“Yours, Sir.” She didn’t have to think about her response, it came automatically.
Chapter 9
Alix
After playing the night before, John had helped me dress before taking me home, leaving me with a soft kiss and asking me to come by his work the next day so he could take me out to lunch. I was glad when I’d gone shopping for my dress for our date I’d bought a few new outfits. I would need to add to my wardrobe if he was going to keep taking me out. I refused to wear the stuffy clothes I wore to work, and those were mostly what I owned.
Since it was a lunch date, though, I put on a skirt with a button-down shirt so I’d fit in with all the other people out for lunch in the middle of their work day. It was my day off, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. I left my hair loose since he liked it that way. It took over an hour to apply my makeup since it wasn’t something I normally did. It took a few attempts before I was happy with the results.
I’d never been to his office so I wasn’t sure what to expect, which had butterflies battering my stomach. Leaving early so I could make sure I made it there on time, I was surprised to find he hadn’t been kidding about his office being practically next door to my work. It was only a few doors down and it stated his name on the door along with a list of degrees he apparently had. I was impressed.
We didn’t talk a lot about the specifics of his job, so I was a bit surprised to see “Individual and Couples Intimate Counselor” under the list of degrees. Standing outside staring at the door, I found I wasn’t really surprised when I started to piece together what he’d mentioned, not to mention how good in bed he was. Finally, I knew I had to enter so I drew a deep breath and pushed open the door.
The lobby was completely empty except for a stunning blonde sitting behind a reception desk. She smiled at me as I approached her. I knew I didn’t even compare to how beautiful she was and the fact John had never mentioned her appearance made me a bit upset. Deep down, I knew it was just my jealousy speaking and I tried to cleared my throat — and head — before taking the final steps to bring me right in front of her.
“I’m here for John O’Roarke,” I told her as normally as I could.
“Aren’t we all?” she laughed, but I didn’t find her funny so I stared at her. “He’s running a few minutes late with his appointment now, but I don’t have him down for another appointment for a while. Are you early?”
“I don’t have an appointment. I don’t think anyway,” I rubbed my arm self consciously.
“What’s your name?” she sighed as if I was bothering her by not being on her carefully written schedule book.
“Alix Hesse,” I said softly.
The woman’s eyes ran over me from head to toe, slowly, assessing me while she pursed her lips.
“Let me see what I can find,” she said before typing something into her computer. After a moment, she looked at me again. “I’m sorry, I can find no appointment on file for you so you must be mistaken.”
“Oh. Uh, okay. Can you let him know I’m here at least?” I wasn’t sure how to handle the hostile glare the woman gave me so I stepped back. There was none of the friendliness I had been initially greeted with.
“No, I can’t let him know you’re here. He is with a client right now and I’m not to interrupt for any reason,” she sneered at me.
I was about to turn and walk out, thinking I had to be in the wrong place, when one of the doors behind the nasty woman opened and a man walked out, followed by John. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up and he held up a finger to me before speaking to the man in hushed tones. The man looked from me to the blonde.
“Are you in line?” he asked. I shook my head and gave him room.
John went back into what I assumed to be his office, only to return a moment later. He stood quietly next to the blonde until the man had exited.
“Mariah, I’m going to lunch. I’ll have my phone if you absolutely need me, but I’ll be back by my next appointment,” John told the blonde. His eyes were on me though.
“Yes, sir,” she answered him, making my eyes jump to her. Did she know about his lifestyle outside of work? Or was it simply manners that had her using that term?
John stepped close to me before placing a kiss on my lips.
“Let’s go, Precious,” he whispered before threading his fingers with mine.
I fought the temptation to look back at the blonde, but John was quick to move me out the door. Before the door could even shut, he had me in his arms again, his tongue pressing into my mouth.
“God, I missed you,” he breathed when he pulled back a moment later.
“Mmm, maybe I need to visit you at work more often if I get greeted like that,” I laughed, trying not to think of the way his secretary had treated me.
“I think I could handle that,” he said, running his fingers over my cheek. Finally he stepped back and reached for my hand again. “Let’s get some food. I’m starved.”
After a few minutes of walking in silence, I couldn’t hold it back anymore and tried to casually ask the question that I’d wanted to ask from the moment I saw him.
“So, who is your secretary?”
“Mariah. Why?” He looked down at me for a moment.
“She, uh, didn’t seem to know I was coming and wasn’t exactly the most friendly about letting me know I wasn’t expected.” I tried to shrug as if it was nothing big even though it really was.
“Really? Well, I’ll be sure to let her know that is not the way to treat my girlfriend,” he said.
The word “girlfriend” made me stop without meaning to.
“What? You don’t want to be called my girlfriend?” He knew immediately what it was that had bothered me.
“No, I mean, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t realize that’s what we were.” What I thought we were, I didn�
��t know either, but girlfriend and boyfriend seemed so childish compared to what we had.
“Would you prefer I say you are my sub?” he tried again.
“No. I mean… I guess girlfriend is okay. I hadn’t thought about it.” While I didn’t mind being his submissive, I didn’t think it’d be appropriate for him to go around introducing me that way.
His eyes burned into mine and I had the distinct feeling he wanted to say more on the topic, but he turned and continued down the sidewalk until we came to a little café I’d eaten at many times before.
Unable to put my jealous side to rest, I brought up the beautiful blonde again.
“So, how long has Mariah worked for you?” I asked after we’d ordered.
“About a week, I guess.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“She seems awfully comfortable for only working there for a week,” I mused quietly. I didn’t like being jealous, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to lose John to some bimbo who worked for him.
“She has a lot of experience as a secretary,” he said before running a hand over his face. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Plus, she’s my ex so she knows what type of business I do.”
I clenched my hands in my lap at his words. I tried to think how best to respond to such a revelation. It explained her hostile attitude, at least.
“Precious, don’t look like that. She is an ex. Over and done with. She knows there is no chance of us getting back together. I just needed someone in a crunch and she was the only qualified applicant.” John moved his chair around the table so he sat next to me. He pried my fingers apart so he could hold my hand. “She has nothing on you. You are who I want. Not her.”
I nodded, but I was still trying to comprehend that he’d had his ex-lover working for him for a week and hadn’t said anything to me about it. I couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to hide it from me.
“Don’t,” he whispered, squeezing my hand. “Don’t let her come between us. She’s no one.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally managed to ask.
“I didn’t think it was important. I mean it when I say she is nothing to me. She’s an employee, nothing more. Trust me, I’m not that man. I wouldn’t hire her if I thought there was anything there.”
There he went asking me to trust him again. Normally I did, but I had a harder time when it came to a beautiful woman whom he’d already been with. All I could do was put my faith in him. He hadn’t hurt me yet — not in any way I hadn’t liked — and I’d have to hope this wouldn’t be the time he did.
“I trust you, John. It’s just a surprise, that’s all,” I managed to say around the lump in my throat.
“Good. What I had with her doesn’t even come close to what we have together.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles.
“How long were you together?” I couldn’t look at him when I asked the question.
He sighed and shifted in his seat. “A while.”
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“Two years.”
I fought to hold back the gasp that wanted to escape. He’d been with her for longer than I’d ever been with any man. You don’t stay with someone that long if you don’t have a deep connection, something you think can possibly be your forever.
Our food arrived breaking the awkward moment. We both ate in silence and it wasn’t one of our normal comfortable ones, but awkward, like we both had more to say but refused to bring up something that could turn into an unpleasant conversation. I had many more questions, but didn’t want to keep asking since every time he answered one, it only felt like an arrow to my heart.
When we’d both given up on eating the food we’d ordered, I walked with him back to his office. He gave me a kiss on the cheek before going back to his ex and I returned home.
I’m sorry for ruining lunch. I meant to tell you about Mariah, it just never came up. Please let me come over tonight and make it up to you.
John texted me as soon as I walked through the door. I stared at the message for a long time before replying I’d be home all night. I knew I’d most likely run into his past at some point, but I didn’t think it’d be a gorgeous blonde sitting in his office when I did.
I tried to watch some of the shows I’d recorded while I waited for him, but nothing held my attention. I’d already done all my household chores the day before so I found myself Googling various terms that had to do with the BDSM community to help prepare myself for anything else John might pull out of his bag of tricks.
The ice cubes and wax play the night before had been more than exciting. In fact, I looked forward to the next time he did either.
By the time he showed up on my doorstep, I had managed to get myself hot and bothered. I knew we had to talk more about his ex, but I hoped to put off the conversation as long as I could.
I opened the door wearing only a pair of panties and a bra.
“Welcome, Master.” I pulled the door open far enough for him to come in while dropping my chin to my chest out of respect. Before I’d done it though, I’d seen the flash in his eyes as he shifted from John to Dom.
“Mmm, I think my little one is feeling needy,” John said in his firm Dom voice as he entered. “Shut the door and come here, Precious.”
I did as he instructed and followed him to where he sat on the couch. He grabbed my hips and forced me to lie over his lap.
“You are going to get a spanking for doubting me this afternoon, and then I’m going to fuck you raw to remind you once again who owns you and who you belong to. While you obviously don’t realize it, as much as I own you, you own me. I am yours, more than you will ever be mine.” He finished his speech by landing his open palm against my ass. The slaps rained down on opposite sides and even onto the tops of my thighs until I lost count. When he stopped the burn through my backside was fierce and tears rolled down from my eyes, but I was wet for him. I wanted to beg him to take me, but what I wanted most of all was for him to have his way with me, show me how much he wanted me and to be mine.
Pushing me off his lap, I heard the tinkling sound of his belt before his weight pushed my body into the couch and he was entering me from behind while shoving my face into the cushion. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head to the side.
“I need to see your face while I fuck you. I need your beauty to own my soul while I give you all my broken pieces and pray you can put them back together,” he grunted as he thrust repeatedly into me.
I could only gasp in response as his cock rubbed against my g-spot, throwing me rapidly toward release. My skin burned from the friction of his pants rubbing against my ass, telling me he’d simply taken out his cock, not stripped completely. I couldn’t care less. Having him on me, over me, in me, dominating me was exactly what I needed to pull my scattered thoughts to where they should’ve been all along.
He’d never hinted he wanted anything but what we had, as crazy and messed up as it could be. Why I had questioned it over a little bitchiness from his ex, I couldn’t remember as he pounded into me.
Suddenly, he pulled from me and picked me up in his arms. He carried me to my room before putting me on the bed, face up. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my nightstand, he slicked himself up before drizzling a few drops down my slit. When his fingers started massaging my rear, I understood what he had planned.
After slipping one finger in my tightly clenched hole, he withdrew and lined up his cock. Without the normal care and patience he showed, he plunged into me.
I cried out as pain and pleasure mixed together and he cradled my bottom in his palms.
“I have to claim you again. I need the reminder that you belong to me and aren’t going anywhere,” he grunted. His hands clutched the sheets on either side of me instead of my hips like he normally did. I didn’t like it, so I grabbed his wrists and gently pulled until he released his grip. Moving them to my hips, I smiled up at him briefly before he started rocking against me.
Something in him relaxed when I moved his hand
s and he slowed his frenzied movements to a more leisurely pace. I arched against him and felt my release building from the easier strokes.
When I cried out with my orgasm pinging through every nerve in my body, he collapsed on me and stopped moving. He hadn’t gotten off, that much I was sure of even in my relaxed haze.
Pushing on one of his shoulders, I got him to roll onto his back where I straddled him and took him into my body again. My palms spread over his chest as I rode him slowly. His eyes latched onto mine and refused to release me.
“Yeah, Precious, ride me. Use me to give yourself pleasure,” he murmured after a few minutes of no sound but that of our bodies sliding against each other.
I continued moving at the same pace I had been. It was quick enough to gradually be leading me toward another release, but not fast enough to be rushing it. I liked having a tiny bit of power over him, even if it was for a brief period of time. I wanted to show him I wasn’t looking for fast and easy, but long and good. It’s what I wanted not just in bed, but in our whole relationship.
It touched me that he was as upset by everything; however, it’d take more than a bitchy ex to get me to let him go. I needed him too much. I’d come to rely upon him too much to give up so easily.
When I arched my back and cried out with my release, he gripped my hips, holding me down on him as he bucked against me, letting out a guttural groan as I felt his cock throbbing deep in me as he, too, found his release.
Chapter 10
John
I hated that Mariah had ruined our date and she didn’t even realize it — she was all smiles and professionalism when I returned to the office after lunch. I only half-listened to my patients for the rest of the day as I couldn’t get Alix out of my head, even more so than normal. I had to find a way to make up for it. I didn’t want her thinking she was anything less than what I wanted. I only wanted her, no one else. When I finally was done working for the day, all I could think about was getting to her to make sure she understood she was mine.
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