by Mari Carr
She’d been without a man for nearly a year, so she wasn’t unaccustomed to the feeling of plastic between her legs. She’d acquired quite a collection of vibrators and dildos to help her while away too many lonely nights, but none felt quite like this.
Elias tugged her skirt back into place—and she realized exactly what he intended.
“I can’t work with this thing inside me.”
He was quiet for a painfully long minute. She’d disappointed him. Again. Fuck.
Even so, she couldn’t go into the bar to serve drinks and sell books while wearing his naughty latex panties.
Could she?
Everyone would take one look at her bright red cheeks and know.
Wouldn’t they?
Finally Elias broke the silence. “You know your safe word.”
She wouldn’t say it. Hell would freeze over first. They’d agreed on five nights and she was determined to fill those with enough kinky memories to last her a lifetime.
“I’m sorry for my outburst. I’m not going to say the word. Not now. Not ever.” She tried to suck in some much-needed air. The room had grown stifling, humid. She was struggling for clarity.
“Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep. The word is there to protect you. I fully intend to push you to your limits. And then some.”
It was a serious threat yet it didn’t scare her. Instead, her pussy got even wetter.
Elias placed his hand between her legs and pushed the dildo deeper. “I’m going to enjoy watching you work with my toy inside you. My own private show. No one will know what a dirty little girl you are. No one except me. Thirty minutes, Jayne. You’ll wear it for half an hour then you’ll grab your purse, say goodbye to your friends and come home with me. I’m going to fuck you tonight. If you don’t want that, say so now and I’ll leave.”
Her fingers tightened on his arms. “Don’t leave.”
He kissed her gently on the cheek. “Only when you ask.”
His oddly phrased comment caught her unaware. They’d set a limit. He knew that. Five nights and then, God, please grant her the strength, she would ask him to leave.
He opened the door, flooding the dark space with light. Jayne blinked rapidly, fighting to adjust to the momentary blinding. Elias placed his hand on her waist and gently propelled her into the hallway.
Her first few steps were awkward as her body assimilated to the intrusion between her legs. The dildo rubbed against the heating gel he’d placed inside her, warming her pussy until Jayne feared an orgasm was inevitable.
She stopped just before entering the bar, seriously in danger of coming from the stimulation.
“You don’t have permission to come,” he whispered, standing close behind her.
“Please.” She hated the whine in her tone, but she wasn’t sure she could hold off the climax hovering right there, within striking distance. She wanted to turn around, walk back to the privacy of the storeroom and unleash the screaming orgasm clamoring for release.
“You won’t come tonight until it’s my cock filling you. If you give in to that orgasm, Jayne, I’ll take you back to your apartment and leave you there. Alone.”
“No.” She turned to face him and saw the truth written in his eyes. He wasn’t bluffing.
“I can’t wait to feel your pussy clench against my cock.” He grasped her hand and discreetly rubbed it against the placket of his pants. His erection was thick and hard. “You aren’t the only one suffering. I promise. Don’t fail me, Jayne. Don’t fail us. I want you too badly.”
She stiffened her spine and nodded. Somehow knowing he shared her agony made things better. She would do this.
For them.
“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, more to soothe herself than to clarify. Then she walked into the bar and endured the longest half hour of her life.
* * * * *
Elias watched Jayne covertly wiggling in the passenger’s seat and fought to hold back his grin. She was aching, dying to come, but his beautiful girl had managed to withhold granting herself that pleasure.
Of course, given her two-year-old-stuck-in-church-style squirming, it was obvious she was trying to find some relief from the dildo still lodged in her cunt, despite his admonitions.
At the end of the half hour, he’d risen from the chair, paid his bill and waited by the door as Jayne made her excuses to her friends. He didn’t believe any of them had been fooled by her assertion she had a headache and he’d offered to walk her home. Especially not when she’d clumsily added she was planning to sleep in and would be late to work tomorrow.
Though he wasn’t certain, he was relatively sure Stephanie had winked at him as he’d led Jayne out.
“Why didn’t you tell your friends you were coming home with me?”
She turned her attention to him. “I wasn’t sure you wanted me to say anything. After all, it’s only five nights. Well, three after tonight.”
He frowned. “And I told you, I fully intend to push for more time. Are you sure that’s the only reason you aren’t telling your friends? I got the impression there was very little the four of you didn’t share with each other.”
“I don’t usually do casual affairs, and if I’d told the girls I was coming home with you tonight, they would have assumed…”
Her words drifted away and he understood her silence.
“That I’m your boyfriend?”
She nodded. “I’ve never talked to them about my,” she paused, uncomfortably, “um, fantasies.”
“I see. You think they would disapprove?”
Jayne shook her head. “No. Not really. I mean Stephanie has told me about some games she and Jarod have played using his handcuffs, and Jordan’s sleeping with two guys at the same time, for God’s sake. It’s just, you know, sort of extreme.”
“Extreme doesn’t equate to wrong.” He wasn’t sure Jayne understood that important fact.
She bit her lip and he got a sense she was trying to remain silent.
“Speak your mind, Jayne. I don’t want you to hide anything from me.”
“This isn’t going to be easy for me, Elias. I feel like what I want is in direct opposition to who I am.”
“Explain.”
“While I want to submit to you sexually, I could never let you call the shots when it comes to other real-life sort of stuff.”
He tried to hide his grin. “Sex isn’t real?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. I grew up in a house where the man’s word was law. My father rules the roost and my mother is expected to follow along, regardless of her feelings. She’s not allowed to express an opinion, make any decisions about money or vacations. He even tells her what to make for dinner. I vowed a very long time ago I would never live that sort of life.”
Suddenly Jayne’s reluctance made sense, and he was right. She didn’t understand what he wanted from her. Not at all.
“It’s possible to separate the two. While I demand obedience in the bedroom, I don’t expect—or even want—that type of relationship outside of it.”
He spied a flicker of hope in her face but it soon gave way to doubt. Somehow, he was going to have to convince her that it was possible to submit without giving up her identity, her freedom.
Before he could expound further, she wiggled again.
“God, Elias. I can’t do this anymore.”
Her hands flew to the dashboard and she began bouncing in her seat.
“Stop moving, Jayne.”
She froze, her face flushed, her breathing labored. She wanted to come. Badly.
“Take several long, deep breaths. We’re almost to my house. When we’re inside, I want you to take off your clothes. All of them. Including the panties. You’ll always be naked in my house.”
She nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”
“The orgasm rule still applies. You aren’t allowed to come until my cock is inside you.”
“Elias—” she started.
He turned to look at he
r, his eyes narrowed. The look stopped her in her tracks.
She swallowed heavily and fought for control. “Okay,” she finally said, the word laced with pain. And need.
“And Jayne,” he said as he pulled into his driveway.
“Yes?”
“I don’t plan to fuck you for hours.”
He grinned as she groaned, then turned off his car and got out. Opening her door, he held her hand as they walked to the porch.
Jayne walked slowly and studied her surroundings. He could tell she was struggling to subdue her arousal. He meandered with her along the walkway to his front porch, giving her the time she needed to get herself under control.
“It’s so peaceful out here. I can’t believe it, considering how close we are to the city.”
He loved his home and hoped she would too. “As I said, I like my privacy.”
They entered the house and Elias placed his car keys in a bowl on the foyer table. Then he led her to the living room, where he sat on the couch. Jayne stood in the doorway, looking around. He saw her acknowledge the open curtains.
“Jayne. You’re already facing one punishment for that silly apology. I don’t think you want to add to that tally tonight.”
His dark threat had the desired effect. She started freeing the buttons on her blouse, dropping the silky material to the floor. Soon her bra and skirt followed suit. He enjoyed watching the pained bliss on her face as she worked the dildo out of her pussy and shimmied the latex off.
When she was completely naked, he waited, allowing himself to soak up the attractiveness of her curves, the delicate way her hips and breasts worked together to form a mouthwatering hourglass shape. Jayne fidgeted for only a moment, struggling to decide where to place her arms.
She was anxious to cover herself, but his brave lady kept her hands by her sides. She was a true submissive, regardless of her desire to fight that fact.
He longed to be the man to prove to her there was beauty in submission—freedom and power combined together. He wanted to show her the joy she could find in that truth, but he’d have to work hard to overcome her anxieties and the deeply ingrained fear she would end up in a relationship like her parents’. He’d take this night, expose her to her beautiful nature then find a way to strengthen the bond between them. Find a way to earn her trust.
Once he’d looked his fill, he rose and beckoned for her to come closer. Taking her hand, he hesitated a split second then—decision made—led her away from his basement dungeon, taking her instead to his bedroom. He wanted Jayne in his bed.
Her eyes widened when she spotted his king-sized four-poster. “Oh my God. I love this room!”
He’d known she would. No doubt it spoke to her romantic side. He’d refurnished the room last year, disposing of the old beat-up furniture he’d owned for years. Though he tried to lie to himself, he couldn’t deny Jayne had influenced the décor.
He’d been sitting in the bar one Thursday night as the Romantic Hearts book club discussed their latest bodice ripper about some sexy sheik and the room he’d designed for his favorite love slave. Somehow the women had drifted onto the subject of romantic bedrooms. He’d listened as Jayne described her ideal room—this room. Her vision stuck and before he knew it, he’d built it for her.
He should have known right then this moment was inevitable. But his stubbornness had kept him away.
“Elias,” she said breathlessly as she walked farther inside, letting her hand drift over the soft down comforter to touch a silk pillowcase. Her eyes roamed over the room, taking in everything from the dark cherrywood to the plush deep-green carpeting and the cushy loveseat that sat in front of the fireplace. It was an old home with some unique touches. He’d known the second he’d seen the fireplace in the bedroom he would buy the house, despite the fact it was a fixer-upper. For the first few years, he’d spent many weekends repairing the place, making it his own.
The bedroom had been the latest room to undergo a major overhaul and Jayne had unwittingly provided the blueprint. There were moments during the remodeling when he’d felt foolish for building such a romantic room. He’d tried to tell himself no self-respecting bachelor would sleep in such a whimsical place.
Then he’d finished it, felt Jayne’s presence, and knew instantly that it was perfect.
“It’s incredible.”
He was pleased by her praise, her approval. The sight of her soft smile and naked body proved too much. He walked to the closet and pulled out a large sheet that he spread on top of the bedspread. “Lay down.”
She crawled to the middle of the mattress and reclined on her back, watching him expectantly.
It would be so easy to shed his clothing and join her. Climb over her and lose himself inside her body for hours, days.
He couldn’t give in to that urge.
Elias desperately wanted to make a few of her naughtier fantasies a reality while proving he could also be the hero of her dreams. If only she’d give him a chance to show her both sides.
Jayne had hidden from her desires for too long. He refused to let her remain in the shadows any longer.
“Jayne.”
“It’s just sex, Elias.”
What had she seen in his face? How had she been able to read him so clearly? The idea that she knew him so well was unnerving. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a blindfold.
Since he couldn’t school his features, he’d limit her access. Bending forward, he tied the black material over her eyes, making sure it was snug but not too tight.
Jayne’s nipples pebbled and he grinned. She was amazingly accepting.
He walked back to the closet and pulled out a box. Jayne remained quiet though he suspected her curiosity was killing her. She was incredibly inquisitive and they’d spent countless hours seeking answers to her endless questions about every subject under the sun. From space to architecture, Bond movies to Shakespeare, she constantly sought more knowledge and she dragged him along for the ride.
Reaching toward the headboard, he secured two straps he’d retrieved from the box on the opposite posts. “Lift your arms.”
He grasped her wrists, loving the way her breathing hitched as he tied first one then the other hand above her head.
He repeated the motions on her ankles until she was secured, spread-eagle to his bed. She tried to covertly test the bonds, sighing softly when she found them impenetrable.
“Safe word?” he prompted.
“Never.”
Chapter Four
Jayne couldn’t hide her arousal or her anxiety. Tonight was a night for lots of firsts. She’d never been bound in bed or blindfolded. She’d never spent an excruciating half hour working with a dildo inside her while she fought like the devil not to come.
Elias was exposing her to a delicious new world and she couldn’t wait to see—or not see—what was next. She giggled at the thought.
“What’s so funny?”
She didn’t bother to hide her glee. “I love this. Everything about it.”
Elias chuckled. “So do I. Now hush. Or I’ll gag you. Time to stop thinking. All I want you to do for the rest of the evening is feel.”
Without her vision, other senses took over. She listened as Elias moved around the room and she tried to figure out what he was doing. The only sound she could definitely place was when he struck a match.
Lighting candles?
She was dying to ask what was going to happen, but she understood the blindfold was there to heighten the anticipation while keeping her in the dark—literally.
Elias was a master of foreplay and sexual mind games. She was in such an intense state of need her body actually ached.
“Take a deep breath and hold it.” His voice startled her, shattering the silence that had stretched out for several long minutes.
She did as he commanded—then gasped when she felt the first drop of hot wax splash on her left breast. “Oh my God!”
He paused, but didn’t say anything. N
o doubt he was waiting to see if she’d say her safe word.
She actually considered it. The wax burned, the intense heat shocking to her sensitive skin. However, as with the spanking, the pain quickly gave way to something indefinable. Powerful. Potent.
When she remained quiet, he allowed another drop to strike her other breast. She was helpless to restrain the groan that escaped, but Elias had obviously done his waiting and decided she was all-in as he continued without hesitation.
More wax hit her breasts and stomach, her upper legs, some splashes coming quickly. At other times, he’d let several minutes pass before placing another drop so she never knew when it was coming.
“Once you’re clean-shaven, we’ll play again and I’ll let you feel the wax on your pussy and that pretty little clit.”
She wondered if she’d ever get used to his dirty talk. Then she tried to imagine what the hot wax would feel like there. She was sorry they couldn’t explore that avenue tonight.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed as Elias covered her in wax. She lost track of everything, becoming aware of only two things—the throbbing need in her pussy and the almost painfully loud beating of her heart.
Elias had told her she couldn’t come until he was inside her and she prayed she would be able to wait. It was getting harder with each passing moment as he reduced her to a quivering mass, tattered nerve endings constantly sparking like loose electrical wires.
“Please,” she whispered when she realized she was in serious danger of losing control.
Elias pulled the blindfold from her eyes. She squinted, though the room was dimly lit. He’d turned off the lights, allowing only the flames from the candles to illuminate the place.
“Look how beautiful you are.”
Jayne glanced down, amazed by the work of art Elias had created on her body. She was a kaleidoscope of colors, a living rainbow. In the thick layer of wax on her stomach, he’d placed a votive. She sucked in a breath, the slight movement causing hot wax to spill over the top. She watched as it ran over her waist.
Elias moved nearer, pressing his lips against her ear. “Hold still.”
The excitement of his close proximity made her squirm and more wax dripped onto her body from the votive.