by CR Robertson
He stopped and soft silk caressed me, making me moan. The contrast brought my flesh to life, my body wanted to bow toward the soft material, only I was strapped into the frame. The silk was more delicate than his touch, the fabric tickling and teasing me.
Next was a rough fabric that made me bite the inside of my mouth. The movement on the soft skin of my thighs made me sigh. I wanted him to rub it between my legs since the heat was still there, even though the abrasion diverted my attention.
“Zee,” I groaned, trying to arch my hips with no success.
He was pressed into me in an instant. “What do you want, baby?”
I didn’t know anymore. He kept taking me on journeys of discovery into my body that I never believed possible. “I…” I swallowed, my mouth dry. “I’m not sure.”
His husky laugh echoed on the over sensitive skin at my shoulder. “Then let me show you.”
Xavier glided something soft over me, tiny fibres caressing my flesh and surrounding my breasts as he brushed it over them.
A feather.
So soft that it made me whimper, he tormented my delicate flesh. Up and down, side to side, he stimulated me until I was bucking against my restraints. The feather trailed down my back and swished against my ass in a pretend spanking. After the previous stimuli that were rough on me, this was a balm that made me squirm. Pleasure and pain combined together to form a new emotion.
Everything was too much and not enough. My muscles were trembling from the ebb and flow of the tension and relaxation, my nerves burning from the way he coaxed a response from them. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Zing and zang, my body consisted of both as Xavier took me to the edge over and over again until I wasn’t sure what to feel anymore.
“Please…” It was either a plea or a denial, who knew anymore?
The feather moved with delicate precision over the heated flesh at the apex of my thighs, tormenting and stimulating me. It made my muscles tense but wasn’t enough to bring me to orgasm.
“When I train a sub, they learn how to come at my command,” Xavier whispered in to ear. “They know that only through me will they be allowed pleasure.”
His fingers caressed my breasts, kneading my nipples until they were hard and begging for his mouth.
“Is that what you want?” he continued. “To not be allowed to touch me unless I command it? To be on your knees every time I step into our bedroom? To give yourself to me and never decide what you need?”
My mouth fell open. I wanted all those things, but I also needed the times when we lay together and laughed. I wanted to be able to wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his back when he was wearing only his low-riding jeans at home.
“Carly would never dare to have even touched me because I never allowed it. Those women you worried about were tied to a frame like this and under my control because that’s what I needed in my life at that time.”
Xavier removed the eye covering, his deep blue eyes boring into mine. “I chose you to be my wife because I finally wanted an equal in life, not a submissive.” He cupped my cheek in his hand. “I enjoy the pleasures of this lifestyle, but I want a wife, not a slave in my bedroom.”
No words came to my mind, I just stared at him, my mouth hanging open. I’d been jealous of all the other women, and finally I saw that what he offered me was so much more because his heart was included.
His mouth touched mine in a barely-there kiss, his lips teasing mine with the gentle movement of butterfly wings beating. My body was on fire from everything he’d shown me, my pussy was ready to throw herself in a cool bath to ease the burning of that evil gel. If it got inside you, it would create the inferno descending into hell.
“You need to be naked,” I muttered against his lips.
“What do you need me naked for?” His lips twitched into a smirk even as he kept tempting me by nibbling my mouth.
I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down gently. “I need you naked so you can fuck my brains out.”
His eyebrows arched and he held his hands over my stomach. “No cursing in front of Bubble.”
“There’ll be cursing if you don’t wipe this gel off my lady bits before they combust into a river of lava.”
“Sounds interesting,” he commented dryly. “Maybe I should take a seat and watch?”
“Or you could do what you promised when you put a ring on my finger and satisfy me. Right now, I’m so horny I could die of autoerotic deprivation.”
He laughed, stepping back. “Is that a thing?”
“It will be tonight if you don’t man up.”
Xavier chuckled, shaking his head as he took his suit jacket off and threw it over the chair. “In The Twilight Rooms, if you spoke to me like that, you’d have had a clip on your tongue until you learned how to be meek.”
The desperate need in my core was an aching throb that was driving me insane because I couldn’t touch myself or even cross my legs and clamp them together.
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tanned, sculpted body button by button. My tongue touched the seam of my mouth because I wanted to lick that smooth skin and trace the ridges.
“Like what you see?” He smirked and gave me that sexy look that would make my panties combust.
Too bad those panties were long gone, and an aching heartbeat throbbed between my legs. “I’d like it better if it was moving on top of me.”
His trousers followed to leave him in only his black boxer briefs. My eyes zeroed in on the bulge barely contained there. “Getting feisty, aren’t you?” he retaliated.
“I’m pregnant and ruled by hormones. My body is producing lots of lovely oestrogen that makes me horny. Since you created this hormonal monster, it’s your job to satiate her.”
He nodded seriously. “I’ll do my best.” His hands skimmed down my sides, making me shiver. “If you want to continue the full experience, I will, but you’re pregnant and I would rather be safe.”
The look in his eyes made me feel silly and deflated. “I just wanted to be sexy and for you to want me.”
I tried to gaze away, but his hand gripping my chin forced me to look into those eyes that hypnotised me. “Let me spell this out one last time, Cas. I may have wanted women in the past, but I’ve never needed them the way that I crave you. None of them tempted me to make a date with them in the dark before I saw them. None of them made me lose my mind and decide not to use condoms. And none of them ever made me want to claim them so that no other man would ever touch them. You’re mine, Cas, and that means forever. Yeah, I get off on spanking you when you’ve been naughty. I may even want to tie you up or suspend you and fuck your brains out, but I will still want to sleep beside you afterwards. That’s the difference.”
A tear rolled down my face that he brushed away with his thumb.
So slowly that my breath caught, his head descended to mine, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that sent ripples through my entire body. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to wrap myself around him until there was nothing between us. Instead, I was tethered to this device and unable to do any of those things.
I wiggled, trying to get his attention.
He lifted his head, his fingers under my chin, and gaze filled with amusement. “You’d be a terrible sub,” he commented dryly. “They go into the life because they want to submit. That’s why I’ve never pushed you.”
I pouted. “I like getting spanked as much as the next person.”
“Yeah, occasionally, but I doubt you’d want it every time you get mouthy.”
My lips pursed together, and I glared at him.
“You do realise that you’re the one tied up, not me?” he countered, one eyebrow arching.
I deliberately bit the side of my mouth and looked up at him while fluttering my eyelashes. “Please untie me, Zee, so I can wrap myself around you while you pound me into the soft, comfortable mattress.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Maybe I should send you
to sub training.”
“You’d let another man train me?” I queried, wiggling my bum against the frame. “I seriously need to get this fucking gel from the depths of hell off me before my lips are incinerated.”
He dropped to his knees, his mouth latching onto my poor pussy that had heatstroke, his tongue finally removing the gel that was driving me insane with a wanton need that burned through me.
My teeth bit into my lip until I was sure I’d break the skin.
His hand pressed down on my pubic bone and I disintegrated into a heap of fire and ashes, my body spasming with the force of the orgasm. I felt his hands removing the restraints from my ankles and legs, but I was too far gone to even bother trying to stand up. He left the strap around my waist until last, lifting me against him as he released it.
“I think you broke me,” I muttered against his throat.
“Then I best put you back together.”
I thought he would take me to the bed. He carried me through into the bathroom and let me sit on the side of the jacuzzi while he set it up. Xavier took my stockings and shoes off, before he slipped in and tugged me in to sit between his legs.
“What about the wild, passionate sex?” I asked.
“Maybe later, when you’re not so pale.” He kissed my shoulder.
I relaxed into him and rested my head back on his hard chest. “Was that my attitude adjustment?”
His chuckle vibrated down my spine. “Not even close, but I have my reputation as a Dom to uphold and you were acting like a brat.”
I’d been the proverbial child who didn’t get the sweetie they wanted, only mine was an adult version and an orgasm. “Maybe I’m not the obedient type.”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed!”
I nudged him with my elbow and received a laugh. “I was trying, and even bought a new dress.”
His hands covered my stomach and sent tingles pulsing through me. At times like this I almost felt his emotions washing over me.
“Do you see the sharp look Jay gives Megan when she displeases him?” I nodded. “Then her head and eyes drop down and she stops whatever she’s doing? That’s submission training. She will never go against his command. You, my unruly wife, would probably continue on and then be indignant afterward.”
I turned my head to peer up at him. “Does that disappoint you?”
“Hell no. A sub would never have lifted that gun and shot the man strangling me. She would have stood there waiting for a command since her Dom was present in the room.”
His erection poked at my ass cheeks since he hadn’t found his release. I wiggled my ass against his hard length.
“That doesn’t help,” he pointed out.
I let my body float in the water and turned to face him, my chin coming to rest in the middle of his chest. My hand wrapped around the head of his cock. “Does it help if I rub him?”
His lips twitched. “Not really. It just makes the ache worse.”
“You want me to kiss him better?”
He shrugged. “His ego’s pretty injured.”
“Would a massage help?”
“I’ll leave him in your capable hands.” I was starting to see the difference in the way he defined me compared to the beautiful women who were scattered all over his past.
I gripped his shoulders and lifted myself over him. His hands grasped my hips to steady me. My forehead pressed to his even as I slowly sank down to rest on his lap.
“Love you,” I whispered.
“Love you, too, baby. Now fucking ride me because I feel ready to burst.”
Yeah, I’d gone for romance and my husband just had to go and get me all hot and bothered again. There was something about the way he said it in that husky voice that had my pussy waking up in search of cream again.
I stood on the lower shelf to push myself up and Xavier positioned himself under me. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him and impaled myself on his long, hard length. That delicious stretch made my eyes roll back in my head. My thighs gripped him, and my arms snaked around his neck.
“Hmmm…” There was nothing else to say while I leisurely rotated my hips.
His hands skimmed up my sides and under the sensitive skin of my breasts. My flesh tingled in the perfumed water from his session earlier.
I took my time, unhurriedly rising and falling with my hands braced on his shoulders. My hips angled to feel the full extent of that piercing rubbing that spot that made me moan.
“Enjoying yourself?” Xavier was leaning back, his elbows resting on the edge. An amused expression played on his beautiful features.
I deliberately slowed down and ground our pelvises together until Xavier groaned. Then I squeezed my internal muscles, gripping him hard. “How’s he doing?” I asked. “Feeling better?”
That sexy smirk that made smart women make stupid decisions appeared on his full lips. “He’s getting there. Maybe you should give him a harder work out.”
I contracted around him again and rose until he was barely inside me, then slammed myself down on him. His teeth bit into the side of his lip, and his thumb rubbed circles around my nipples.
Leaning forward I continued my undulations as I kissed him. His hands roamed my body to stimulate me in all the places that made me squirm while we moved together with that slow languid beat. My leg muscles began to quiver because it felt like hours had passed as we kissed and continued to make love. I was so full of Xavier that I no longer knew where he stopped and I started. My pelvis was on fire and the water pulsing around me added to the sensation as it pushed against me when I rose up.
“Zee,” I gasped, ripping my lips from his to drag in air.
He knew without me telling him, his hand lifting me under my ass to settle me on the edge of the walk-in jacuzzi. His lips found mine again as his pelvis took over, pushing me ever closer to the edge with long strokes that made my toes curl.
I tightened around him to get more friction, but that resulted in him slamming into me harder until my entire back arched. His hands landed on the side of the jacuzzi, his biceps and shoulder muscles straining as he pounded deep into my core. My ass would have bruises tomorrow from the movement on the textured surface, especially after my spanking earlier.
There was that moment when you hung at the precipice between pleasure and pain. Your body was rebelling because it couldn’t take any more, but you desperately wanted that orgasm that was building deep in your stomach. I hovered at that moment, my core on fire from the friction, my insides battered relentlessly by his huge cock, but knowing that when it came, I would soar high from the pleasure.
“I need to come,” I whimpered.
His rough hands grabbed my ass and began to haul me to him with every thrust. My breath caught in my chest because I was too full, the pressure too much, and the intensity enough to make me clench around him.
Xavier’s forehead pressed to mine, his eyes staring deep into my soul as he consumed every part of me. His grunts mixed with my moans until we created our own symphony. My pelvis tilted and I was lost. I spiralled out of control, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure starbursted from my core to my extremities. He thickened in me with every thrust until he held himself deep and exploded.
My nails dug into his back, my teeth biting into his shoulder.
His lips found mine and Xavier claimed his ownership over me all over again.
I’d tried sex without emotion, and it left me feeling empty. With Xavier, he left me feeling fulfilled.
“This is why you can never be my sub,” he muttered into my neck. “The feel of your teeth and nails makes me want to fuck you all over again. No sub would ever dare mark me.”
My fingers trailed through his hair and I tilted his head back. “I mark you because you’re mine.”
“Always will be, baby.” My stomach rumbled and Xavier laughed, drawing back. “Looks like someone needs a snack.”
My cheeks heated and I pouted. “Your penis drained all my energy.”
“He
really is the villain in our story.” When he pulled out, he left me feeling empty.
“Sometimes he’s the hero,” I said against his lips.
“Really?” His eyebrow quirked. “And when’s that?”
“Every time he feeds me orgasms.”
“Since you’re such a greedy little thing, I better make sure he keeps you well fed.”
“At least three a day,” I agreed.
His grin echoed on my face as he carried me to the bedroom, throwing me on the bed. I rolled onto my tummy to watch him.
“I had Charles stock the fridge in this room earlier with your favourite snacks.”
A real relationship was when your partner knew you better than you knew yourself. Smiling, I sat cross-legged on the bed while he grabbed snacks and brought them to me in a bedroom picnic.
“Do Doms let their subs eat in bed?” I asked, opening a bag of Doritos.
“Absolutely not.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be a sub.”
His lips twitched. “Maybe not.”
“Do you still want to be a Dom?”
“Maybe only on birthdays and holidays.”
He grinned when I scrunched my nose up at him and shoved a chip into his mouth.
“Dick,” I muttered.
“Considering my dick makes you scream, I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He grabbed me and the bag of cheesy flavoured snacks went everywhere.
I screamed as he tickled me and wrestled me into fake submission. Maybe I could be a sub when the motivation was right, and Xavier definitely knew how to persuade me.
***
Chapter Twelve
Xavier
My fingers drummed on the steering wheel as I drove Cassandra and me home. Jordan and Ash would be following, but I wanted to ensure my wife was safely hidden before I had to meet her uncle. My life was spiralling from crazy to ridiculous.
“Is there anything you can tell me about your uncle?” I asked.
“It was twenty years ago. All I remember is him spoiling me and bringing me dollies.”