Reveal Me

by Sappharia Mayer

  I move my head up and down his cock as I struggle against my bound wrists. With an effort, I pick up my pace with three fast strokes. His fingers tighten in my hair. He takes control of my movements, working my open mouth up and down his shaft. I gasp for air.

  Above me, his body tenses. He pulls my mouth off of him and I struggle for balance.

  “Atlas.” His strained whisper grazes my ear.

  An arm slides around my waist, drawing me into him before his mouth settles on mine. He tastes of heat and power. I open to his demands, needing more, as our mouths mesh. Each move makes my balance precarious until he steadies me again.

  He pulls back. His body is still under mine, but his chest heaves as he works to find his own control.

  “Own me, please.” The words tumble unbidden as I give in to the moment in total surrender.

  “Not in just this moment, Atlas. I want all of you.” The words are deep and demanding, teetering on a dangerous edge. “No matter the mask you wear, I want to be the one beside you holding up your world.”

  “Yes.” A strained whisper pushes out the words.

  He stands with me in his arms and repositions my body until my ass is high in the air. The pull of my shoulders makes me strain under the position. He grips my ass with a hard squeeze.

  “I want to see you struggle under your duplicity for me,” he continues, his thumb sliding down the cleavage of my ass. “A plug firmly in your ass while you dominate a client on their knees.”

  His finger works across the edge of my pucker, and I push back against it in a groan.

  “Or tight magnetic clamps reminding you of the pinch of my fingers while you discuss a client’s next public relations campaign.”

  He leans over my body. His thumb and forefinger tease the taut bud of my exposed nipples, catching the left one and squeezing it in time with his words.

  “Or bound under your dress at dinner, while I tease you mercilessly under the table.”

  I groan, remembering our first dinner together.

  “No matter what, no matter where, no matter who you are in that moment… you are mine.”

  The dam in me breaks and the last vestige of pride falls in crumbling heaps at his words.

  “Yes. Yours.”

  His fingers press inside my soaked pussy as his thumb circles across my clit. I moan in a combination of desperation and surrender. His words push me to the edge, and I crave each one. Fingers push into me, fucking me right to the edge until I am a squirming, panting mess, while his thumb presses against my ass.

  “And when you need release, it is my hand which provides the pain and the pleasure.” He lands three stinging hard smacks across my ass to punctuate his statement.

  I know in my heart I want him in every way I can have him and will give him whatever he demands.

  My hips drop in response to the pain and pleasure. I gasp when he breaches my ass. He pushes deeper into me and I spin in a spiral of sensations. Behind me, he groans and forces his thumb deeper. My ass burns at the invasion.

  When he withdraws, I feel empty. I hear the faint crinkle of a wrapper.

  “Open for me,” he growls, the need in his voice obvious.

  I relax and he breaches my ass once again while positioning his cock at the entrance of my soaked pussy.

  “Beautiful.”

  “Please.” The word strangles in my throat.

  He shoves his cock into me in short, savage thrusts, mimicking the same movement with his thumb.

  “Is that what you want, pet?”

  I am full in every way.

  “Yes!” I scream into the darkness and struggle against the bonds. “Fuck me! Take me. Possess me!”

  With a hard thrust, Reece holds his position. My body squirms in a demand for him to move. When I settle beneath him, my breaths come in desperate pants. The smell of him is intoxicating.

  At last he moves, and the burning mix of pleasure and pain spirals through me in an explosive sensation. His cock thrusts into my pussy, only to withdraw while his thumb fucks my ass. I’m lost in a sea of sensation and clench down around his hard shaft. Above me, I hear the harsh intake of his breath and tight grunt as he pushes into me again.

  My body clenches. An orgasm threatens to take me over and shatter every part of me. I try to focus and pant, my own primal sounds loud in my ears.

  Suddenly, his hand fists hard in my hair. Reece crushes me down against the couch. The sea breeze whips around us, the salty tang in the air heightening the sensations in the dark. His cock pounds into me, jack hammering toward a desperate climax. I struggle against my own, trying to hold out just a little longer, the delicious friction penetrating every nerve.

  “Please!” I beg with a strangled breath.

  “Don’t you dare come until I command it!” he threatens with a growl but doesn't let up his relentless pace.

  My body writhes underneath him, riding through the overload of sensations. The thrusts in my ass and pussy throw me hurtling to a point I can’t control. His words douse the inferno with gasoline until I am severed from all reality.

  The punishing rhythm doesn’t relent. Erotic oblivion threatens to send me careening over the edge as I fight to follow his command.

  "I can’t… " The words are strained. My voice sounds foreign in my ears.

  “Come for me!” he roars behind me. His body slams deep into me, his cock pulsing as he gushes against the condom.

  The words clip the last threads of control and I follow him over the screaming edge. The orgasm washes all reason from my mind. I thrash and moan as I plummet over the edge. I am vulnerably raw with need in its wake. My body collapses in exhaustion.

  Reece doesn’t move. His body still penetrates mine. His ragged breath tells me I am not the only one affected by what just happened.

  With an effort, he untangles his hand from my hair. His thumb pulls out of my ass and I shudder. Reece pushes up and slides his semi-hard cock from my aching pussy. My heartbeat pounds in my ears and my shoulders scream in pain. I hear Reece move around me. The touch of a cool, damp towel makes me jump.

  “Be still, pet. It’s okay,” Reece coos as he cleans between my legs.

  The bonds on my wrist loosen and I groan at the sudden return of sensation as pins and needles race pain down my arms. Strong fingers press into the tight muscles in my back and shoulders. The slow massage pulls the pain from my exhausted limbs. When he is done, he picks me up and cradles my body against his firm chest. Here I feel safe.

  I rock against him as we move through the house. The surrounding sounds change and, the sea grows faint. With care, he lays me on a soft mattress. It cradles my body and I give in to the exhaustion.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Light sears my eyes. A beam cuts through the deep sleep. A moan escapes. I roll over to avoid the assault and slam straight into a hard body. Everything freezes. My mind works to remember. Soft lips brush against mine. Hands wrap around my wrists and pin them above me.

  My eyes fly open and stare straight into a pair of dark mischievous ones.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” His deep baritone voice resonates through his chest.

  Without waiting for a reply, his lips work down my throat and the front of my chest until they wrap around the edge of the tight bud already forming. His tongue licks playfully right around the edges. My body pushes into his mouth and he devours the sensitive skin.

  I cry out at the onslaught, but he doesn’t let up. A taut, muscular leg wraps around mine, pushing his firm cock against my thigh. His mouth continues to work on its target. The heat of his body covers me as it radiates off him. The discord melts from my mind and I give in to the moment and the pleasure of his mouth on my breast.

  “Please,” I gasp.

  The word makes Reece pause, and his head raises.

  “Please what?”

  “Don’t stop,” I unabashedly beg.

  Reece chuckles.

  I glare in response.

  “You are beau
tiful when you give yourself to me.” His other hand traces the down the curves of my body. The light touch tickles, and I jerk away. He lays his hand across my stomach. I am pinned by him with no effort on his part.

  “Today we're getting out of the house,” he says, his tone flat.

  “You said this was the safest place.”

  “It is, but I’ve worked to ensure your safety elsewhere. You’ve been in hiding too long. It’s time you stop running and fight.”

  “You don’t understand…” Fear laces my voice.

  “I do. You can’t run forever. You are surrounded with people who will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

  “That’s what scares me the most.” The words are a whisper.

  “It will be okay.” His confident smile makes me want to believe him.

  I nod, but there’s no commitment behind it.

  “Now, let’s get your beautiful ass up and in the shower. I have a surprise planned for you today.”

  His hands release their grip on my wrists, and he rolls off the bed.

  I openly watch his body. He moves across the room into the door to the right of the bed. Thoughts stutter. The bathroom in my room is to the left.

  With a critical eye, I take in the room. The rising sun moves straight through the window. From the window, a grove of trees sways in the breeze. Every area of the room is decorated in local wood furniture and handmade objects. It stands in strict contrast to the clean modern arrangement of the guest suite.

  Everything in this room is personal. Each object placed with pride. I stand and take it all in.

  Reece peeks out of the bathroom door.

  “Ogle my stuff later. Get your ass in here now.” He grins.

  Reece disappears through the doorway. I hear the shower turn on and follow. Waking up in his bed has me disoriented. Add it to the fact we are leaving the house and each step is one into the unknown. A place where all my control is lost.

  I step through the partially open door and pause. My gaze is riveted on the large glass enclosure. His shower is large enough for three or four people. The warm water is steaming up the glass but not enough to shroud the shower completely. In fact, the steam adds to the mysterious look of the surroundings. Across the top is a large bar bolted into the wall and several other anchor points across the back. I smile at the last time we showered. The memories bring warmth back, chasing away the fear our conversation conjured.

  “Atlas…” His voice was low, barely audible. My name brings me back to the present. There is a passion laced with concern in the tone.

  “Yes, Reece?”

  “Come here, pet.” His hand pushes through the fog and I place mine in it.

  The warmth of the shower engulfs my body when I step into it. Reece looks down at me, those dark eyes barely concealing his thoughts. Water rolls over the hard and soft features of his face. The dichotomy makes me pause and I want to reach out to touch him. I extend my hand to caress his cheek, but he catches my wrist.

  Stunned, I try to pull my hand away, but his grip tightens.

  “Careful, pet. You’re in my domain, not yours. It may seem like a soft place, but there are hard edges which can cut and bite. A darkness you said you wanted to explore.”

  I yank my hand from his grip.

  “If you are all that… bring it,” I challenge.

  His arm shoots out and wraps around my waist before I can move a muscle. In a flash I am pinned up against a wall with Reece staring down at me. This man is pure power. Nothing in him is restrained. His eyes flash between darkness and light. The promise of pain and pleasure. A place of hard and soft.

  I know I should be frightened, but he is so commanding and sexy. In his arms I am safe and more turned on than I can ever remember.

  My foot bumps against something heavy and soaked, but his gaze won’t let me look away. His hand slides down my body, and something in me breaks.

  “Reece.” I moan out his name.

  He wraps his hands under my ass and lifts me onto his hard cock. With one hard thrust, he pushes into me. My hands wrap around his neck as he kisses me hard.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  He lifts his head and stares wildly down at me. Pinned under his gaze and by his body, I press into the wall. Then he dips his head and devours my mouth.

  His tongue demands my response with a new level of urgency, nearly taking my breath away. Like a piston, his cock pounds into my body hard and fast. Each stroke in and out is driven by an unseen need. Our bodies slam against the dark marble tile, each movement smashing us against the surface. The pain of each smashing blow melds with the intense pleasure. The final walls of my resistance crash around me, and I meet his drive move for move. I cling to his wet body as much as he clings to mine.

  Never have I felt so close to another soul in my life. The sex is hard, fast, and primal as we race toward release. All the frustration I’ve endured in the past few weeks explodes out of me. Here, he shares my anguish, fear, and loss of control. I reach for him like I’ve never reached for anyone before.

  The primal level of our sex thrills and frightens me, but I only want more. I want him to fill me. The harder he pounds into me, the more I open to him. He groans into my mouth, driven by his own need to possess me.

  A frenzy of pent-up release fills the air. His head lifts and he grinds out his release, forcing me over the edge. My body skids down the wet tiles as he slowly releases me from his grip. He holds my head to his heart as I sob out his name, panting softly against him.

  Reece lowers me to the floor without a word. He watches my face. It contorts with all the emotions pouring out of me. He leans forward and presses his forehead to mine.

  “You hold too much in,” he whispers. “It takes far too much to empty it all out. Let the weight of the world go, pet. Let’s bind you so we can lift together.”

  “I like the way you make me feel, Reece,” I whisper.

  His fingers graze across my lips.

  “I’m with you.” The words are simple, but their meaning makes me pause.

  If he left me now, I fear I would truly be lost. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy his touch. His strong arms surround me as the water pounds across our skin. With an effort, I sit still, willing time to stop.

  “I could sit here with you forever.” His voice is barely audible.

  I simply nod.

  No matter the storm, once he understands me, he brings me back to center. Every time he speaks, I want to forget all the terrors in my world and only be with him.

  The sodden end of rope snaking across the back of my neck brings me back to the present. Reece smiles down at me as he works it down across my shoulder and ties a knot right between my breasts.

  He lifts me from the floor. In every way I am naked before him now. My soul is bare. I am at his mercy. His hand guides the rope with an elegance born of long hours of practice.

  “Arms above your head. Grab on to the bar. Do not let go,” he commands.

  Without thought, my hands reach up and wrap around the heavy metal bar. The move pulls my body taut and ready for him.

  The rope flies through his fingers as it dances to his will. Each pull of the rope kisses and licks against my skin. Some moves are gentle caresses and others are stinging bites. He turns me, in complete control of my body, to wrap me in the tentacles of our connection.

  He gazes down at me and I am awash with his power and focus. A shudder runs up my spine as the rope grazes across my sensitive nipples.

  “Turn around.”

  I do as he bids, moving my hands only enough to reposition my back toward him. A fiery flash of pain explodes through me, then fades into the tightness of an embrace. His hands continue to tighten the lengths around my chest. Each wrap cinches my chest tighter until my breath comes in pants.

  He pulls the rope until I am forced onto the balls of my feet. His power is palpable, and I breathe it in when his strong body presses against mine. Even in this precarious position, the assuredn
ess he provides is unmistakable. Reece’s hot breath nuzzles against my temple, and I push my head back to rest against his shoulder.

  “Beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin.

  Water slides down his face and melds with the rivers flowing down mine. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. He slowly lowers me back to my feet, and the rope once again flies through his fingers.

  Each knot runs down the length of rope to the next, pulled together then separated apart, forming an intricate diamond pattern across my body while wrapping my breasts until they disappear from view.

  A fast move pulls my focus as a knot lands against my clit and the rope slides along my aching pussy. The rope pulls and releases, and I moan against the racing sensations. He pushes away from me, and I stand free of his support.

  “Let me see your eyes, pet.” His hands push against my waist until I reposition and face him once again.

  Under his heavy gaze, I shift and move in the binding ropes. It gently digs grooves into my skin. The knot across my clit applies a slow, even pressure. Each move makes me more aware of him. His touch is everywhere. My body sways in his rope’s embrace.

  “Let go of the bar.” The command is gentle and firm.

  His gaze shifts from my face. Hands grab me by the rope and he easily moves me. In one push, I am off-balance. With an easy assuredness, he pulls me back to center, proving his dominance and control. I surrender deeper to his protective power.

  “Together, like this rope binds us, we can take on the world.”

  I am transparent to him. Under his gaze, my self-consciousness rises. His finger runs across the knot pressing against my clit. His fingers continue until he once again deftly takes up the rope. It wraps tightly around my hips and between my legs until he is satisfied.

  Reece leans me again the wall and turns into the shower’s rushing waters. With his intense burning gaze away from me, I work to regain an even breath. My chest presses out against the ropes with an effort.