Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1)

by Kia Carrington-Russell

  Oh god, why did I ever think I would be able to sit down and have a conversation with Narelle? I was already aroused from the cracking of that whip of hers.

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  It was the hardest five minutes of my life, melting that hot chocolate in her small kitchenette as she stared at me like a wild cat from across the room. I plated the strawberries, melted chocolate, and whipped cream on the small rounded table.

  “I tell you what; you want to get to know me? Let’s play a game. For every question I answer, you have to do something for me,” she said as she swung her whip. I gulped hard. I could only imagine the pleasure and pain I would experience in that deadly game.

  “Fair enough. How is work?” I asked opening the conversation.

  “Work is work,” she answered. She stood and walked over to me. She sat comfortably on my lap. “My turn.” She wrapped my hands around my back and pulled a pair of handcuffs from her coat. I looked at her, knowing too well where this was leading.

  “That’s not a very good answer,” I said, trying to defy her desire. Naturally, my cock had its own agenda. What guy wasn’t turned on by a beautiful cougar locking them down on a chair while she sat on their lap?

  “I’m not a very good girl,” she said, grabbing a strawberry and sucking on it before she bit into it viciously. My cock was hardening beneath her and she gave me a knowing smile. She had both legs on either side of me, her pussy hovered over my cock. “Ask your next question, sweetheart.” She flicked away her black hair and began caressing my dick. I sucked in a breath.

  “That’s not fair,” I said, aroused by her touch.

  “Ask your next question, handsome,” she repeated. She continued to stroke me and took another bite of the strawberry, letting some juice flow over her lips. Can a strawberry even be that juicy?

  “Umm… Ah. Do you have children?” I asked. Is that really something I wanted to know? Well, of course it was. It was if the mind of my cock and I were arguing with one another as I tried to resist the urge.

  “Two,” she said forwardly. She ripped my shirt open in one clean break, the buttons busting apart everywhere. She parted her lips and sprayed whipped cream into her mouth. Moaning, she swallowed some of the cream. When only half of it was gone she took my tongue again. Forcefully, she passed the whipped cream into my mouth. Her tongue was dominating mine as she pushed me back against the chair. She swallowed hard, the motion a turn on in itself as I knew what else she could be swallowing.

  “Next one.” She smiled wickedly, knowing how hard this was for me.

  “Umm, any hobbies?” I asked, swallowing hard.

  “Nothing, really. Maybe reading and bondage, but that’s it,” she said. She leant over to the table and grabbed the bowl of melted chocolate. She dipped her finger in it. “It’s a bit hot dear, but I’ll make it better.”

  “Wait, I—,” Before I could finish my sentence and urge her to stop, she drizzled the hot chocolate all over my chest. The chocolate poured down my abs towards my v-line. Her cold tongue covered the trail of the hot chocolate which burnt like a bitch. Her tongue licked at my v line, and my cock was in overdrive. I was too hard to think of anything else right now. When she looked at my face she saw the fiery passion in my eyes and smiled before she slammed her tongue into mine and lifted herself so she could undo my pants. She had won. I’d only lasted three questions.

  “Nothing too crazy this time. I didn’t like the assless chaps we used last time,” I said, almost shivering at the memory. She cracked the whip again. “And for god’s sake, please don’t use that on me.”

  She held my cheeks firmly before diving her wicked tongue down my throat. Fuck, she was crazy. I truly wanted to offer her desert and this was the outcome. No sex. But there was only so much that I could take and it would be an insult to deny her when she obviously wanted me so bad. I wanted to lift her onto my cock and let her wet lips hover over the tip of my shaft in a teasing manner. I wanted to slam her over my cock, but the restraints of the handcuffs kept me at bay.

  “If I let you loose, will you do everything I say?” she teased. She bit at my ear and pulled, maybe a little rougher than I would have enjoyed.

  “Yes,” I breathed. With a few manoeuvres behind my back, I was free. I grabbed her fine ass and lifted her. I walked her over to the bed as she cracked the whip beside me again. I threw her roughly on the bed. She bounced and her leather jacket slightly opened, revealing her very naked self.

  “Oh no, sweetheart, you lie down,” she demanded, tapping next to her. I looked at her with uncertainty before lying down on my back. She smiled at my obedience and lifted her leg over me and sat just in front of my cock. She grabbed the handcuffs again and held my hands up to strap me to the bed head. She strapped a blindfold over me so everything was black and I could only see slightly beneath the bottom of the blindfold.

  “I will go easy on you, little kitten. But just so you know, there are many other men who go all out with me,” she purred. She clasped her hand hard around my cock and gave me a jolt of both pain and pleasure. I breathed heavily as she left me for a moment. From what I could see, her long legs walked over to the dining table. She walked back over, erecting herself over my cock again. She began to drizzle the hot chocolate over my body. The heat still burnt me. Wherever it drizzled, her tongue trailed.

  “Are you hungry, my sweet?” she purred, her claw-like nails trailing down my chest causing me to gasp in pain. She popped a strawberry into my mouth. She scratched down my chest again and bit my chest. Actually bit it. The strawberry acted more as a gag than anything and I almost choked swallowing it whole. She purred next to my ear. “Do you think you could eat the strawberry from somewhere else while I enjoy some whipped cream?”

  Before I could answer, she pressed her finger to my lips, silencing me. From the bottom of the blindfold I could see her turning around. Her leather jacket gave a low thud as it fell to the floor. I tried my hardest to raise my head, but there wasn’t any way I could bust through these handcuffs.

  The cold tinge of whipped cream swirled around my cock as she began gulping it down and licking at it.

  “Hungry?” she purred. I could only see from the bottom of the blindfold that she raised a strawberry and placed it into her, moaning as she positioned the strawberry in her pussy. She leant back towards my face so the smell of strawberry was near my nose and the leaves tickled me.

  She sprayed the whip cream once again around my cock, going down on me and licking at the cream. Taking her lead, I bit at the strawberry, using my tongue to lick it out and curl it into my mouth. I couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. The rate she was going she would eat the whole can of whipped cream.

  “Let me just fuck you,” I growled savagely. She laughed slightly and finished the whipped cream. The sensual sound of her licking her fingers made me want her more. I’ll give it to her rough if that’s what she wanted. She moved again, lifting my blindfold.

  “Do you think you can make me cum, Hayden?” she challenged.

  “Baby, I’m going to make you cum so hard that you will never think of any other man in your bed, even when you are fucking them, you will still be screaming out my name,” I growled. She liked that challenge and found the keys to unlock my handcuffs. As soon as she did, I tore my arms from the bed frame and turned her onto all fours. I slammed my cock instantly into her. She wasn’t yet wet enough and it was a pained moan that escaped her lips, but she asked for this and this was what she wanted. I pounded hard into her until her lips moistened for me; my cock throbbed and wanted her tightness to stay.

  I grabbed the back of her elegant studded collar and tugged her back on it as I fucked her from behind. She purred in pleasure with every jolt I gave her. She loved this choking. I pulled out of her and grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back. I entered her straight away before she could even register that she had been turned, and pumped into her hard and fast as she moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her heels around my back. Her nails dug into my back a
nd forced me to grunt as she dug in and dragged down my back.

  I lifted her onto my cock and bounced beneath her. She tightened her legs around my waist as I pumped into her. Her nails dove deeper into my back, making me growl at the pain, but it only made her smile as she began biting, actually biting into my neck. It hurt like a bitch but fuck, it felt good.

  She forcefully threw her weight onto me, making me collapse against the bed frame. She began riding me hard and fast, her tits bouncing as she jolted. She moaned and groaned loudly, enjoying the pleasure of my hard cock pounding beneath her. Her nails dragged against my chest and forced a growl from me. Small bleeding trails dragged down my skin.

  “Whip me,” her eyes burst open with excitement as she said it. “Fucking whip me.” She jumped off my cock and grabbed the whip and handed it to me. She grabbed the handcuffs. “Tie me up there,” she said. Above her bed was a hook. I gave her an uncertain look before obeying her needs. I stood with her, my hard cock brushing against her stomach. I locked the handcuffs so she couldn’t move and her hands were overstretched her head. I looked at the whip as she breathed heavily in excitement.

  “Are you sure?” I said and walked off the end of the bed. She screamed over her shoulder and looked at me with a spark of pure passion.

  “Fucking whip me!” she growled savagely. With that snap I cracked the whip on her. Her legs gave in as she screamed wildly. It sounded painful and yet she began giggling. “Whip me three more times, harder, and then drive your cock deeper into me than you ever have before.”

  My cock throbbed with pain and wanted to release its load. I whipped again. Her legs buckled and her laugh was enticing. After the third time my cock couldn’t handle it anymore. I jumped onto the bed and left her suspended as she was.

  I ran my fingers over her pussy, realising she must have already came once during the whipping. I rubbed at her clit and pumped into her from behind. I grabbed the back of her collar and pulled back forcefully. Her wild moan swarmed my ears. My quads burned as I pushed up over and over again into her strong body, to the point where her heels no longer touched the bed. I drove deeper and harder and my grip became firmer on her hips and collar.

  I bit her shoulder, like she did me. She screamed wildly, the bite taking her by surprise and making her cum. Her wild scream was the last moment for my cock as it blew inside of her and I pulled out and came all over her back. She panted heavily and rested her heels back on the bed. Her legs quivered as I finished my load on her. I kissed the spot where I had bit her, breathing heavily. I unclipped her and she almost fell into me. She held her hand to my chest as she panted heavily with a smile.

  “You’ve learnt a few things since last time,” she breathed with a smile. “I’m going to clean myself up.” With wobbly legs, she walked off the bed towards her bathroom. I looked up at the suspending handcuffs and then down at my chest which bled. What made it worst was my back throbbed more than anything from her claws. Fuck the damage, that sex was weird and hot all at the same time.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I kept wincing as I walked around the office Friday. When I got home last night it turned out that those lovely scratch and bite marks were a lot more prominent than I thought they were. Even the shifting of my shirt over my skin brought a little pain. My god, that sex was hot but damn me, Narelle was into some kinky, dirty shit. I wonder how she pulled up today after I whipped her? I felt terrible for whipping her, yet I had never heard someone scream out in such excitement before because of it.

  “Hey,” Amber said, walking past me in the hallway and tapping my shoulder. I winced and wished I hadn’t as soon as she pulled her hand away from me. “What the fuck is wrong with you, allergic to me now?”

  “No, it’s just,” I paused and looked into her brown eyes. I grimaced at the judgemental look already showing on her face.

  “It’s just?” she continued. She shifted her diary into the other hand. “Show me. What’d you do: footy incident, fall off your treadmill?” I looked behind her, making sure Gregory wasn’t in sight. This was one story I didn’t want him going home and telling Cassandra about. I knew Amber wouldn’t drop it as her foot tapped on the ground impatiently.

  Slowly I unbuttoned my blue business shirt. “You just want to see me half naked,” I growled.

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” she scoffed. Her eyebrows lifted and her mouth opened in shock at the claw marks down the front of my chest. “Did you get mauled by a bear?” She pulled back the shirt, trying to look at my back.

  “I visited Narelle last night,” I said with a sheepish smile.

  “The bondage chick? And what, she tried to eat you?” She tugged me into the kitchen. “Sit and take your shirt off.” She pursed her lips, unimpressed.

  “I tried, I really did just go over to have dinner,” I defended myself.

  “But what, your cock got served up on the plate instead? You are utterly hopeless,” she said. She grabbed the first aid kit from the wall. “These are deep Hayden, they could infect. What kind of weird ass sex were you guys having?”

  I arched an eyebrow at her with a cunning smile.

  “Actually don’t answer that,” she said, dabbing a cotton bud on the tip of some bottle. It touched my chest and I winced; it stung like a bitch.

  “You pass out at the sight of blood. How did you not pass out at this?” Amber asked. It was true; I was well known for my fragility when it came to blood.

  “I think because all the blood went to my cock instead of my head. I mean, it was fun at the time. I just didn’t realise how bad the damage was until I got home,” I said honestly. The hot shower had burnt so much.

  “What are these dabs of red, are those burn marks?” Amber asked and pulled away the cotton to better inspect it.

  “Umm, she didn’t wait for the melted chocolate to cool,” I said sheepishly. Yea, I had a few minor burns as well.

  “What the fuck, Hayden? Does that, like, at any point cross your mind?” Amber said, forcefully dabbing the cotton on purpose. I winced again and shuffled in my seat, uncomfortable. “You know I don’t even want to know the answer.”

  “Thank you, Amber,” I said. I grabbed her hand and held it firmly to my chest. “For all of this.”

  “If you think you can seduce me with those big brown eyes, think again,” she pushed the cotton harder with satisfaction as I squirmed. “I just can’t believe that I am still surprised by anything you do these days.”

  “Am I interrupting something?” Gregory walked in, his eyes bulging at my back. He readjusted his glasses to make sure they were on correctly.

  “Don’t ask,” I said, readjusting my shirt and deciding I didn’t want to play doctors with Amber anymore.

  “Umm, Mr. Alton is here to see you, Hayden,” Gregory said, pointing at the hallway.

  “Thank you Gregory, tell him I will be there in a minute, let him into my office,” I replied. Gregory walked straight back down the hall.

  “You need to have those claw marks checked,” Amber lectured, her Italian tone coming through.

  “Please darling, if there is anything I know I am good at, it is that my recovery time is outstanding,” I said with a cunning smile. Amber drove her finger into my shoulder where one of the scratches evidently was.

  “Don’t ever call me ‘darling,’ do you understand?” she said with a firm smile. I nodded my head. “Good,” she smiled and began to pack up the medical kit. “Tell Mr. Alton I will be in there in a moment to offer him refreshment.”

  “At once, my lady,” I teased, walking so quickly out the door before she could throw something at my head. I knew both Amber and Gregory would never let me hear the end of this.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “I told you already: I didn’t think you would eat the cookies. I thought you would have smelled the weed in them,” Brandy whined as we sat amongst the crowed watching the footy, our usual Saturday morning routine. I looked around the crowed and wished she wouldn’t say ‘weed’ in public, es
pecially in consideration of my reputation.

  “I was sick, I couldn’t smell a damn thing,” I growled as I watched the footy. I had two scouts work for me, but in my own hometown I preferred to keep an eye on the players’ progress personally.

  “Poor baby had man flu,” Brandy teased, laughing to herself. “Well, it was a good day. I went to work straight after and had the time of my life. Mind you, I only had a few pills. Not six cookies,” she teased.

  “Can you not say that so loud,” I said, hushing her. If anyone overheard this conversation it would be the end of my career.

  From the corner of my eye I saw Jenniva waving goodbye to a few friends before walking up the stands. “I’ll be back,” I told Brandy.

  Jenniva was the last candidate on my list. She was only twenty-two and in her final year of psychology, but there was just something about her. Both mature and beautiful, she also had that girl next door complexion. Even though her family were so wealthy she was still so grounded. I cut her off before she walked up the next two steps. She raised her hand over her face to block out the sun.

  “Well, I’ll be! Hayden?” she called. Her blonde friend’s eyes trailed over me approvingly. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”

  “It has been a while, hasn’t it? How is everything?” I asked, dropping down the two steps that came between us.

  “Everything is really good. Stressful, end of term exams, but I’m getting there. And you?” she asked, searching through the crowd to see where I had come from and who I was with.

  “Just keeping busy with work,” I smiled. “Hey, I was wondering did you want to catch up over dinner some time? I’ve been meaning to call, but seeing you in person is even better,” I tried to charm her.

  She gave a shy smile. Ithaca was a large city, depending in which suburb you lived in. Jenniva and I were lucky enough to be connected by the college. And it was by luck that we ran into one another today.