by Rebel Wild
“Yes, sir.” I’m so close to coming, it’s taking everything in me not to keep going.
He pulls at the lace covering my crotch, ripping it away from me. I lie open and exposed to him. I lift my hips to meet his mouth as he runs his tongue between my soaking wet folds and up my clit, sucking on it.
“So delicious,” he teases, before running his tongue over my clit again. “You taste almost as good as you feel.” His tongue laps up the juices seeping out of me, then he wipes his mouth on my thigh. “Do you like the feel of my tongue on this sweet little pussy of yours, Foxy?”
“Yes, sir.”
His cheek’s pressed into my leg and the fresh stubble is scratching me. He turns his head, biting and sucking on my inner thigh. It hurts but I like it, so I keep still.
“And what about when I fuck you? Do you like the feel of my cock filling you up inside?”
He slips one of his fingers inside of me. I grind into it, fucking it. I can’t help it. I can’t control myself anymore.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Foxy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then say it.”
“Please, fuck me.”
“‘Please, fuck me’ who? Who do you want to fuck you, Foxy?”
“My sir,” I say, and he grumbles, displeased. I know what he wants me to say, but I refuse to say it.
He moves up my body and pulls on my wrists until my hands are above my head. Satisfied that I won’t move, he rips the lace covering my tits. I yell when he takes one hard nipple in between his teeth and bites down on it. It hurts, but it turns me on even more. He sucks it so hard I want to push him away, but I know I’ll get it even worse if I do. He releases it with a loud pop, then flips me on my stomach.
“Still so defiant. I need to fuck that out of you. Spread your arms.” He brings out a pair of long black velvet restraints and secures my hands to the posts of the headboard. I can feel him move off the bed and I look back at him undressing. He’s smiling at me gawking at his dick. “You see how fucking hard you make me?” I nod and his grin turns salacious. “You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?” He smacks my ass before pulling it into the air. “I want you on all fours,” he says, getting in position behind me. The restraints are long enough, so I get up on my hands and knees while he hooks the leash to the ring of my collar. “It’s going to be hard and fast, so remember your safewords.”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. His dick rips right into me and I cry out in pain. He stops. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him craning his neck to look at me, seeing if I would safeword. I move, letting him know that I’m okay, but I close my eyes tight, trying to endure the pain when he starts to pump into me, slowly at first, but he picks up the pace. My muscles are tense and I’m off rhythm. I try to stay on my hands and knees, but he’s pounding into me so hard, I almost tip over into the headboard.
He uses the leash to control me, pulling it so hard that it yanks my neck back. The leather is rubbing my skin, burning me. I fight against it, but he pulls it harder like he’s breaking me in. His head is still tilted, watching me fight in smug fascination like it’s some sick fantasy he’s living. He smacks my ass. The pain ripples through to my clit, almost making me come.
“Stop fighting your submission,” he says. “You want to give it to me just as much as I want to have it. Give in to me, Foxy.”
His dick is so deep in me that I feel his balls, but he goes even deeper. He’s hitting feel-good spots I didn’t even know I had and I can’t help but submit to him. My body relaxes and I move with him, fucking him as he fucks me.
“Yes,” he moans. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it. I want it so much.”
“I know. I knew you did.”
He’s fucking me so good for giving in I can barely stand it. My mouth is wide open and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He lets go of my leash and I bow my head, locking my elbows to keep from falling.
“Oh, my God.” I hear myself moaning, so I bite my forearm to shut up.
“That’s it. That’s it,” he says, moving my sweaty, matted hair off my shoulders. “I knew you’d like it. It’s so much better this way, so much better when you give in.”
So much better.
My whole body is alive and focused on how good it feels with him fucking me. He holds my shoulder with one hand and grips my ass like a basketball with the other. My body is his to control and he makes it do exactly what he wants. I think it’s what I want too because my insides are on fire and my orgasm is past the boiling point. I’m ready to explode. Just when I’m about to come, he lets me go. My head snaps up to look at him.
“Fuck me,” he says and I do, moaning at the feel of me doing it to him. My speed isn’t as fast and my rhythm is off but he’s enjoying it too. His arms are spread like he’s sacrificing himself to Jesus, and his head is tossed back. “You are so worth the wait,” he says, taking over and fucking me again. “Are you going to keep making me wait, Foxy?”
“I… I,” is all I can manage to say at this point.
He’s even more relentless now, pounding into me so hard he grunts. My orgasm is heating up again, traveling between my legs, ready to gush out, and I’m just about to give in to it when he stops again.
Again and again, he works me up then stops right before I come. I want to cry in frustration. He has me dangling from a cliff so high I think I’m going to die if he doesn’t let me come soon. He starts only to stop again, but I keep going.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Just like that. Fuck my cock just like that. Earn it. You like fucking me, Foxy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Does it feel good?”
“So good.”
“Who’s making you feel this good?”
“You, sir, you.”
“Mmm,” he says, grabbing my hips and pounding his dick into me. He stops again, but I keep going. I get close to making myself come but it’s not as good as when he’s doing it. “Say it.”
“Please, fuck me,” I cry. I can’t take it anymore.
He pounds into me once and stops.
“Say it, Foxy.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
“Fuck, yes.” He groans. “That’s my good girl.” He’s pounding into me so hard that it thrusts me into another universe. I don’t know where I am, but I know I never want to leave. Over and over I come with my orgasm spilling out of me and running down my leg. My arms and legs are so weak I fall on the bed and he’s right behind me, collapsing next to me with a loud “Fuck!”
I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I’m seeing stars. My mouth is open, trying to breathe and my body is weightless like I’m floating on air. The stars are getting closer and if I just lift my arm a little, I’m sure I’d be able to touch one.
I gasp at his touch. It sends me crashing back down and I can feel how sore and spent my body is.
“Look at me,” he says and I turn to look in his eyes. He stares at me, trying to catch his breath. For a moment I think I see something, but he blinks before I can figure out what it is.
“You are a very addictive woman. Do you know that?”
“Me? No.”
“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he says to me with a laugh. “You must have some idea of how you affect me by now.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he releases my restraints. I’m all tangled up in them and the leash. He checks my wrists, but looks up at me when he feels my eyes on him. “What?”
“Was that a punishment, sir, because it sure felt good.”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t know what the hell that was.”
Chapter Fifteen
I’m on my stomach, naked, my arms are folded under my head, as I use them as a pillow while Mr. Garrett gently rubs
my freshly cleaned butt with arnica cream.
“We leave first thing in the morning,” he says.
“May I take a walk outside, sir?”
“Of course. You’re perfectly safe here, but make sure you use the bug spray. Nothing’s allowed to bite you, but me.” He nips at my shoulder and I bury my face to hide my laugh. I’m starting to like the post-sex Mr. Garrett the best. He’s playful. “I’ll be in the study for most of the night if you need anything. It’s the door right off the kitchen.”
After I give him the usual yes sir, I go get dressed. I slip on a pair of black jeans and a cream-colored shirt with the comfortable sneakers that were packed for me. I spray on enough bug repellent to get me high before I take my walk. I stay mostly by the shore, looking out at the dark water and the white waves as they roll in. I can’t help but remember being out in it earlier with Mr. Garrett. As terrified as I was, he made me feel safe.
I realize he didn’t punish me for kissing him the way that I did. Maybe it wasn’t a punishable offense. Maybe he expects that of me. He liked it when I was fucking him. Maybe I’m supposed to take the lead sometimes, but that definitely goes against being a submissive. I thought I was just supposed to lie there, shut up, and take it. That’s what they did in all those porn movies I watched. I know I’m supposed to rebel, but I’m not doing that if the result is a punishment I don’t like. So far, they’ve been nowhere near as scary as I thought they’d be when I first saw his torture room, but I’m not going to rock the boat.
He was gentle with me our first time, and I liked it. He was a lot rougher tonight, and I liked that too. I even liked that stupid leash once I got over the fact that I was wearing a damn leash. I think I’m just as weird as he is. What kind of woman likes being fucked like a dog on a leash?
My brain is on overload. I try to tell myself to shut it all off and not think about it, but the more I try not to think about it the more troubled I become until I can’t help but seek him out for some type of explanation. Hopefully, he can help me make sense of what I’m experiencing.
I pause at his office door wondering if it’s okay to disturb him. He gave me permission earlier, so I go ahead and knock.
“Come in,” he says. I step inside and wait for him to acknowledge me. “Miss Warren,” he says, looking up from his computer. He stops me in my tracks. Why is he calling me that now? I really wish he would just pick a name and stick to it. “You look beautiful. The just fucked look is perfect on you.”
“Thank you, sir,” I tell him, not sure what that looks like, but I’ll take it as a compliment anyway. “Are you mad at me or something?”
“Why would you think that?”
“You called me Miss Warren.”
“Are you back trying to control what I call you? I thought I just fucked that out of you.”
“No, sir. Well, yes, sir, you kind of did, but I was just thinking—”
“Stop thinking.”
“Why? It’s good to think.”
“Thinking fucks up a good orgasm,” he says. His relaxed mood is turning into annoyance and I can see what he means.
“Sorry.”
“Is something wrong? I know you didn’t come in here to discuss the way I address you.”
He closes his laptop to give me his undivided attention, and it makes me uneasy.
“I was just… no, sir.”
“I’ve made you nervous?” He states the obvious, completely satisfied with himself. “Take a deep breath and try again.”
“Well, it has to do with thinking.”
“Go on,” he says with a sigh.
“I was just needing clarification. I find my feelings confusing.”
“In what way?” He gets up to stand in front of me in all his DA glory. It’s hard to swallow the pool of saliva in my mouth.
“I didn’t think I’d understand this whole Dom/sub thing when we started. I did it because it was the deal, and at first, I found it disturbing, but now…”
“You like it,” he says it for me.
“I don’t know. I like some things that we’ve done.”
“Some things?”
“Most things.”
“So, you’re confused because you like most of the things I’ve exposed you to, but you don’t think you should?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It happens that way. Sex is confusing for guys too when we’re young.”
“Really? Guys at school always made it seem like nothing.”
“They were full of shit. When a guy likes a girl, it gets complicated for him too, and that doesn’t go away with age. Just don’t confuse sex with love and remember that BDSM has its own separate category. Imagine how I felt when I found out I liked being sexually dominant.”
“Why do you?”
“If you put a hundred Doms in a room, you’d get a hundred different answers as to why we like doing what we do. The same goes for the submissives, by the way.”
“Have you tried not being one?”
“Why all the personal questions?”
“I was just wondering?”
“One doesn’t just simply start being a Dominant, not a good one anyway. It took some time for me to figure out what I like and don’t like and you won’t like everything either. That’s where the hard and soft limits come in.”
“I don’t like being restrained,” I confess and he raises an eyebrow at me before he laughs.
It’s an actual laugh. He is actually laughing. Gosh, he’s beautiful. No, no, he’s not beautiful. He’s the one person standing between you and your daddy, Sydney. Your real daddy, not this sexy one. Remember him?
“I’ve spanked you enough to turn that sweet little ass of yours black and blue and that’s not a problem, but the restraining is?”
“Um… well,” I say, thinking about it. “Out of everything else, I really don’t like the restraints.”
“And the leash?”
“It was okay.” I shrug. “Just not when you pull on it so hard.”
“Jesus,” he says, shaking his head at me. “You are a paragon of contradictions.” I cannot believe Mr. Mood Swings himself is calling me contrary! “Having you unrestrained is a hard limit for me. I have a control issue, meaning I like to keep it.”
“I promise I won’t move unless you tell me to.”
“It’s just that simple for you, isn’t it?” he asks, tucking my hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek. “To trust people so easily?”
He smiles at me. It’s a smile that dulls his eyes, and I don’t like it.
“Most of the time it is. I trust people until they give me a reason not to. You told me trust is important and I’ve come to trust you.”
He smiles in what I’m sure is of pleasure. I like that smile much better.
“Is that your way of asking me to trust you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve never not restrained anyone.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, hanging my head.
It clearly means he doesn’t trust me when I’m trusting him with something way more important than just keeping still when having sex.
“Don’t overthink how you’re feeling, Sydney,” he says, lifting my chin. “It’s quite simple. You like to fuck. Specifically, you like kink.”
“Sir?”
“You are so innocent,” he says, running his knuckles along my jawline. “I despise it, but I’m drawn to it. I want to protect it and drive it out of you all at the same damn time. The fact that you’re so willing is very dangerous for me.” He leans into me and sniffs my hair, resting his forehead on the side of mine. “Why don’t you resist me?”
“I don’t know, sir,” I whisper, turning my head a little to get my lips closer to his.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes, sir, but when you touch me like this, I ca
n’t.”
He growls in my ear, making my legs weak.
“Go now, before I take you on the damn desk.” I’m not objecting to it, you know? He shakes his head, and I wonder how the hell he answers my unspoken thoughts. “You’re sore. I heard you cry out when I entered you earlier.”
“Yes, sir.” He steps back, giving me room to leave, and I take a step toward the door. “Sir,” I say, remembering something. “Do you want me to break rules? I read that Doms like that sort of thing.”
“Normally, I would tell you to forget everything you’ve read when dealing with me, but they’re right about that. I like when subs break minor rules and my subs do it because they like to be punished. I don’t expect that of you because I know you don’t.” He looks at me like the hungry predator again. “You better go now,” he tells me as he eye-fucks me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Sydney,” he calls and I turn around again. “I call you different names to throw you off. I like watching you try to figure out my mood when I do it. I like the attention. I also like watching you squirm.”
“Oh,” I say, not having a clue as to how to respond to that.
“Sweet dreams.”
Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you? Get a goddamn grip on yourself, Garrett. She’s a sub. She is a fucking sub. We don’t spill our guts to our subs. We don’t spill our guts to anyone.
I go to my desk and open my laptop to the picture of her I was looking at when she came in and caught me off guard.
She’s cast some goddamn spell on me.
“You’ve cursed me,” I say to the photo her dad put on the page he bought in her yearbook.
That’s the only thing that makes sense to me right now. I slam the lid of my laptop closed. Many nights I used this picture to entice me before I went fucking my subs in the playroom. I suppose it’s worked a little too well.
Jesus Christ, why did she have to come in here looking like that just now? So fucking sexy and so goddamn upset, all I wanted to do was comfort her. Right after I fucked her, of course. Sexy. The woman looks sexy in goddamn jeans. I hate jeans on a woman.