by Stacey Lynn
“Well, yeah, because it was all I knew, but it wasn’t anything like...” What we had. I didn’t finish the thought.
His ego was big enough but it wasn’t just the thought. I was still uncertain, unsure of where all these rabbit holes were leading and I couldn’t make myself more vulnerable to Jensen.
He had enough of me already.
“Why are you asking?”
He arched his hips, pressed against my swollen and hot sex. He gripped me at my hip, holding me against his hard cock rubbing me through his jeans. His slid his other hand through my hair, fisting it and pulling tight.
He jerked me toward him and I gasped from the sting of pain.
He looked down at me, excitement shining in his eyes. “There’s no bondage right now is there? There are no whips, no floggers and no butt plugs,” his lips pulled to a frown, “much to my disappointment. But this isn’t vanilla, either, is it Haley?”
He relaxed his hold just enough for me to respond. “No, sir.”
“Right, because what you had before wasn’t what you needed. Give me this chance. We’ll figure it out as we go, but I can guarantee you, you’ll learn the rules. We’ll be ourselves...but naughtier versions.”
I grinned. “You make a compelling argument.”
He spanked me, hard but playfully.
“We play, I’m still Sir. I’m Sir whenever I’m your Dom. Understand?”
“How will I know when you’re my Dom or just Jensen?”
An eyebrow quirked up and his voice went wicked, full of intent. “I have no doubt that you’ll figure it out, and think about it this way: there will still be punishments for not obeying.”
I had yet to experience a true punishment from him. If they were anything like what he’d done to me earlier...the denial or forced delay of orgasms, the paddling...well, that suddenly didn’t seem too bad.
He leaned forward, dipping his chin so his mouth was at my ear. He nipped harshly before whispering, “Say you’ll try this with me. I want this. And you.”
“Yes, sir.” His hands restrained me without cuffs or belts or gags, but he still left me breathless, unable to speak as his tongue dove into my mouth and Jensen took what he wanted.
He plundered and stole while I relaxed into his hold, unable to squirm or shift against him.
The kiss only ended when he pulled away and stared directly into my eyes.
“Undo my jeans and slide onto my cock.”
“Condom?” I asked, holding his thick, hot shaft in my hand.
“Fuck.” He dropped his forehead to mine. “I left them in the other room. Hold on to me.”
With heavy regret I let go of his cock and he stood, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He carried me down a darkened hallway and into his bedroom.
I tried to look around but I couldn’t see much besides his large bed in the dimmed light. When he turned, he sat down with his back against the headboard of a large, soft bed and held me much the same way he’d done in the dining room.
“Table next to my bed in the top drawer. Grab two and put one on me.”
Jensen
She was more than pretty. She was more than beautiful.
With her dark brown hair falling down her back, her large eyes all glassed over, Haley was a Goddess.
I didn’t know exactly when I decided to be with her for more than sex. But the thought of not having her...not having all of her...twisted a knot in my gut so harshly there was no way I couldn’t take her.
My fingertips dug into her ass as she shifted and reached for the nightstand. Her every gentle, smooth move left me mesmerized.
“Roll it on,” I ordered, hearing my voice go gruff and growly.
My wood headboard pressed into my shoulder blades, causing an ache, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to ride me and learn that even if she was on top, I was still her top.
I would dominate her with only my hands and my words and I would make her mine.
Her fingers trembled, shaking as she opened the condom wrapper and tossed it aside. My thumbs dug into her hipbones as she gently touched the latex to the tip of my swollen head and I forced my eyes to stay open.
“Roll it slowly. I want you feeling every part of me.”
Her eyes flickered to mine before going back to my cock. “This is not a hardship.”
Despite my need, a quick harsh laugh burst from me and was quickly followed by a groan as her hands slowly, torturously slid down my shaft.
I tapped one side of her ass. “Up and on me. You’ll take me slow, and you won’t come until I do.”
Not that I would last long. My dick had been hard since I massaged her back and all throughout dinner.
I let go of her hips with one hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick, squeezing it hard to bite back my need to come. I fed my cock into her, my jaw tightening as the first wave of her heat encased my head.
Fuck. She was so wet and slick, her pussy was tight and clenched around me.
I pulled her down to me, stopping every inch, relishing the way her pussy sucked me inside of her and feeding off the gasps she made. My hand on her hip squeezed tight, prevented her from moving.
Her muscles tensed beneath my hand.
“Watch us,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. “Watch the way my dick slides into you. Holy shit, Haley, it’s fucking perfect.”
“I need to move,” she said, her breath a gasp and a whine. “Please.”
“No.” I took my hand off the base of my dick and forced her down onto me. My dick hit the end of her of tight walls and I tossed my head against my headboard.
“Jens...Sir, please.”
My hand smacked her ass, forcing her forward onto me. I stopped her right as she pressed to grind her clit against me.
“You’ll get off when I say and not a moment before.” My eyes flashed open and I caught her gaze. “Do you need to be bound to listen?”
I didn’t want to have to do it. I wanted to show her what we could do, what we could be without it.
Her green eyes darkened to emeralds and she fidgeted on my lap.
Fuck. She wanted it.
“You want it, don’t you? You fucking love the idea of being bound and restrained and letting me do whatever the hell I want to you.”
Her eyes shimmered with need. “I want you to let me move.”
I grinned at the frantic look on her face. So fucking beautiful.
So confident in what she wanted, so honest and unashamed of asking for it.
I shifted on the bed, and her eyes rolled back at the movement.
“Spin around.” I let go of her hips and helped her move before she could think about what I was asking.
When her ass was facing me, her hair falling down to my thighs, I wrapped it around one hand and tugged.
Her breathy moan made my dick swell.
“Hands behind your back, Haley.” When she followed my command, glancing at me over her shoulder, I wrapped my hand around both of hers.
“Can you move?” I asked, pulling her hands and her hair tight.
Her hips shifted, but she barely moved. “No.”
“Do you like this more?” I asked, my voice a warning tone.
She tried to relax her shoulders and I pulled harder.
“Answer me, Haley.”
“Yes, sir. I like this more.”
Her words were hesitant, as if she was afraid of disappointing me.
Little did she know I was beginning to think that could never be a possibility.
I forced my hips up, slamming into her at the same time I yanked her against me.
“Oh,” she moaned and I moved again, two more hard thrusts inside of her and my balls pulled tight.
“Don’t ever be scared.” I grunted, fucking her like I hadn’t been inside her just a few hours ago. “To tell me what you need.”
My jaw hurt, the muscles in my neck and chest tightened as I continued thrusting up and inside of her.
“I said downstairs we’ll figure this out and my job is still and always will be to give you what you need.”
“I need to come,” she breathed, the words stilted. “Please, please...oh my God.”
I yanked her back until her head hit my shoulder. My hand fell from her hair and slid around to her front.
“Take it,” I growled into her ear. My hips continued pushing up, fucking her while her back pressed to my chest and she couldn’t do anything except take it.
Her whimpers grew louder, her body tensed further, all while my need to shatter inside her grew to an inferno.
I wrapped my hand against the front of her throat firmly, careful not to cut off her breath, and pressed my lips against her ear.
“You’re not bound, Haley...but this isn’t fucking vanilla sex is it?”
Her head shook. “Jensen.”
I dropped my hand from her throat and pinched her nipple, twisting it until she cried out, “Sir!”
“Don’t ever forget,” I whispered. “Don’t ever forget who I am to you in this bed.”
“I won’t. But please...I’m so close.”
“I know you are.” My fingertips ran over her swollen, hard nipples. “I can feel you shivering, feel the sweat at your back. Your pussy is grabbing me like it needs to milk my dick. You love this don’t you?”
“Yes...yes, sir. Please...”
“That’s it. Beg me.” I slid my hand down her abdomen until my fingers grazed her hot and swollen pussy lips.
My orgasm began at my back, rolled down my spine and into my balls.
“Beg me, Haley.”
I powered up, fucking her like I wanted to break her in two and with every thrust up, I yanked her against me, forcing her to moan and scream as she chanted, “Please, please, please, sir.”
“Come,” I growled. I couldn’t wait anymore. I moved my hand against her flesh and flicked my thumb gently over her exposed clit.
“Come all over me, let me feel you,” I said, teasing her clit and fucking her with abandon.
Her body convulsed as her orgasm racked through her. My hand wrapped around hers let go and slid over her chest.
I enfolded her in my arms, dug my forehead into her shoulder, and bit down on her flesh while she fell apart. My orgasm pulled me over the edge.
I exploded into her, and for the first time in my life, hated the idea that I was gloved, that something I wanted so desperately was being kept from me. We’d discuss that later.
Haley continued shivering in my arms and I relished the feeling of her warmth, her sweet scent, and the fact that even if she’d had other men, no one had given her what she needed.
No one but me.
I held her close, her back to my chest, my arms wrapped around her abdomen until the aftershocks of her climax receded and our heartbeats settled.
I kissed her soft flesh just beneath her ear. “Want me to get you a washcloth and clean you up?”
“No,” she murmured, turning her face to mine. “I want to stay like this.”
I chuckled. “Need to get rid of the condom, pretty girl.”
She shivered and I smiled. She was more than pretty, but I liked how she responded to the praise.
“Fine, then.” She pressed her lips to the hinge of my jaw and shifted off me. I didn’t let her go far, and helped her settle on the bed before I pulled covers over her and climbed off.
I walked to the bathroom, took care of the condom and myself before I prepared a cloth with warm water.
Pressing the washcloth to her shoulders, she laughed softly, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath her. “Another massage?”
“Just helping you cool off. That was a lot for you.”
“I like it that way. I like everything you do to me.”
She turned to one cheek and her lips lifted at the edges, curving into a satisfied smile. If she hadn’t just milked my dick harder than I’d thought possible, that one look would have made me hard again.
“Then go get ready for bed and we’ll get some sleep.” I pressed my lips to her temple, smoothed the hair off her face. “Because tomorrow, I plan on plugging you full while I take you at the same time, and then, if you’re a really good girl, I plan on fucking your ass.”
Chapter Fifteen
Haley
“Sounds good, Gabby. I’ll see you soon,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip even as Gabby chirped, “Great! Can’t wait to see you!”
I disconnected the phone and then rested my forehead into my palms, elbows propped at our Reservations desk.
It was Thursday after the weekend I’d spent with Jensen. It had been a weekend, and then a week, where Jensen had apparently decided he wasn’t going to move slowly on us having more than just a sexual relationship. And he was doing it well.
Sunday, I’d rolled out of bed and couldn’t hide my flinch from the lingering pain on my backside and my body while I gingerly walked to the bathroom. Jensen had noticed and declared Sunday was a no-sex day.
Needless to say, I’d tried to get him to change his mind, but my efforts had been in vain. Instead, he’d cooked me breakfast, cleaned up and we spent the rest of the day and evening lounging on his couch watching movies and talking, snacking and eating takeout he’d had delivered until it was time for me to head home.
When I’d left, his hand had slid around my neck, he pulled me to him and kissed me. When I was listless in his arms from the kiss alone, he pulled back and smirked before whispering, “I’ll make good on that promise I gave you last night. When the time is right.”
I’d been waiting all week long. We’d seen each other every night so far and every night had ended with dinners quickly eaten and shoved to the side or forgotten altogether, limbs tangled around each other, hearts beating wildly fast.
But what hadn’t happened was any serious play. The sex had been mind-blowing like always, but it’d been slower. Passionate and while not-quite-vanilla with an intensity that stole my breath every time, he had yet to fulfill his promise.
I ached for it in places I never expected to ache at the idea of being filled.
Last night, when I’d cautiously brought it up to him, and asked him why we were waiting, his eyes gleamed with mischief. Sexily so. “But you’re enjoying the thrill of the waiting, aren’t you?”
A shiver had rolled throughout my body. “No.”
He laughed, his voice that sexy rumble I enjoyed so much more than humanly sane. “Liar. You can’t wait to have my cock deep inside your ass.”
Another shiver. I’d moaned. Loudly.
He had laughed harder, smacked my ass and pulled me tight against him. “The anticipation is part of the fun, Haley. Trust me to give it to you when the time is right.”
Trusting someone wasn’t something I thought I’d be able to do. Besides doubting my lack of judgment when it came to men, Timothy had definitely left a deep cut in my ability to open up to others. But that wasn’t exactly what Jensen was asking for.
He was asking me to give him parts of myself and trust he’d handle them with care, in ways I couldn’t imagine. He was asking me to hand over the reins I held clutched in my thin fingers and believe he’d do what was best for me.
The idea was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
So I’d leaned in, brushed my lips against his chest smattered with dark hair in the perfect amounts that thinned into the perfect treasure trail, and told him, “I trust you.”
The way his breath had hitched and his pecs tightened beneath me told me he understood what that
meant for me to give it.
He had wrapped me up in his world, made me think about him when he wasn’t around, made me want sex with him even more. It had only been a week since he said he wanted more.
It had only been three weeks since I attempted to discover a new side of me.
I was in deep. Not knee-deep. Not even waist-deep. I was in so deep that if something went wrong, if Jensen decided to pull the rug out from underneath me, I was going to need a life preserver to pull myself out.
Those were the thoughts I’d been thinking of all morning until when my phone rang. When Gabby’s name flashed on my screen, I jumped at the opportunity to talk to her.
I needed a woman’s perspective.
I needed to talk to someone who knew Jensen, who knew his past, who knew what he was capable of to give me that final push to truly trust him outside the limitations of the bedroom...or the living room, kitchen, entryway, his office...because he was pushing boundaries I wasn’t quite ready to let go of completely.
“Haley?”
My head snapped up at the mention of my name to see Claire standing right in front of me. She was looking at me in a way, with her brows furrowed and her lips pressed together, that told me it hadn’t been the first time she’d called my name.
“Sorry,” I muttered and pushed off the desk. “What can I do for you?”
“Are you okay? You’ve been distracted this week.”
I’d known Claire since she was ten and I was fifteen. I had been her babysitter. No way was I talking to her about this even if she was an adult now.
“I’m fine. Just a busy week.” I sighed and ran my hands down my cheeks. “You okay here? I’ve got a lunch appointment and a meeting in Grand Rapids later.”
She grinned and shrugged. When Claire had come home from college two summers ago and told my parents she’d quit, didn’t think college was for her but desperately needed a job so she didn’t have to move back home, they’d hired her to be the front desk manager during the week. They’d known her longer than I had and she was not only responsible, but smart.
Smart enough to know my excuse was just that.