Passion Aggressive

by Grey-Gerou, Philippa; Sanborne, Emery

  Laura sagged in her chains, relief written on her features. She drew a deep shuddering breath and looked at him. "Are you going to let me down now?"

  "Why on earth would I want to do that?" he smirked, turning away from her and moving over to the nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed to rifle through the various accoutrements. Another set of cuffs, assorted dildos, and vibrators, including the purple beast that was such a favorite of hers... He pulled out the fine link of chain connecting the elegant pair of nipple clamps he had given her for their first Valentine's Day. It was somewhere to start.

  He took them in hand and rejoined Laura at the door. "Remember these?" he asked, dangling them before her.

  Her reaction was instantaneous and violent. "Don't you dare, you bastard!" she shouted, her feet flashing out to kick him away.

  "I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled, easily averting her blows. "Easy, my girl, or I'll have to restrain those as well."

  "Try it, you son of a bitch!" This time she drove her kick towards his groin.

  He caught her foot a bare inch from its intended target. Using a firm hold, he lifted her leg further, opening her up to his gaze, forcing her to readjust her balance.

  "Now, now," he reprimanded as he moved in, hooking the leg over his arm. "Someone seems to have forgotten some basic etiquette."

  With her effectively immobilized, Sebastian dipped his head down, running his tongue around the already straining peak of her nipple. He enjoyed the way her breath caught when he latched on, catching at it with his teeth and worrying it further. Then, in one quick motion, he brought his right hand up and replaced mouth with clamp before moving over to lavish similar attention on her other breast.

  She couldn't move in this position, all her weight now balanced between her left foot and her sore wrists. She couldn't prevent the onslaught of Sebastian's mouth, which sent small electric sparks through her as he nursed at her nipple. But it was nothing to the firestorm of sensation that throbbed through her as he closed the clamps over each tight peak, tugging lightly on the chain connecting them when they were in place.

  He tugged the chain lightly again, grinning when she released a sharp hiss. "I really don't think we used these often enough, do you?" He waited for a response. She refused to give him the satisfaction. He lifted his hand to caress the side of her face. Lowering his voice, he said sweetly and enticingly, "Laura, I asked you a question. You could do me the courtesy of answering. Even if it is only to say, 'fuck you.'"

  She wanted to. Wanted to curse at him, wanted to lash out. But the flood of sensation was overwhelming her, leaving her with the ability to do little else but feel. Nevertheless, she jerked her head away when he caressed her cheek again.

  Sebastian leaned forward and nuzzled against her neck. "Can I really have broken you so soon, Laura? Somehow I doubt that. You need to give me something, my girl, or we're going to stay like this all night." He nipped at the delicate skin along her neck while he waited.

  "What do you want?" she snarled. "I already apologized. You've got me where you want me. So what more do you want?" "Just wanted to make certain you were still with me." He captured her mouth, pressing close to feel the heat from her pussy seeping through his slacks. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her. But it was too soon. At least he knew he was on the right track.

  She hated herself for opening her mouth, welcoming his kiss. But she needed it. Turning her head, she offered him more, allowing the slow probe of his tongue, still tangy with her own fluids.

  Sebastian relished her open response. It was temporary, he knew, but it was nice to have the slight reprieve from fighting with her for a moment. Never breaking contact, he lifted her, the handcuff link coming free from the door hanger to let her arms fall heavily around his neck. Scooping her into his arms, he carried Laura to the bed. He was taking a risk, but hopefully she wouldn't give him too much trouble, yet. He tore himself away and moved quickly to the foot of the bed, locating a silk scarf tied beneath. He had the first one firmly affixed to her left ankle and moved around to her right before she responded.

  His sudden absence startled her, but when she felt his hand on her ankle, she sat up, hands still cuffed in front of her, and attempted to ward him off. "Sebastian, just stop," she demanded as she tried to pull her free leg away."You've made your point. Enough."

  "No, Laura, it's not." He grabbed her foot and jerked it down, tying it as effectively as he had the first. That done, he backed up until he encountered the dresser. He leaned casually against it, crossing his arms and watching her. Hands cuffed and resting, useless, between her outspread and bound legs, she presented a picture Sebastian had to admire. She seemed to be waiting for him to make his next move, so he said simply,"You told me to stop."

  "Very funny." She held out her hands. "If you're being so cooperative, take these off."

  "I'm a fool, Laura, but I rarely make the same mistake twice. Those aren't coming off until I want them to, and that's definitely not right now." It wasn't the wisest thing at the moment, but he felt very, very smug. This was priceless. And he refused to fuck it up like he had the last time they were together. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to lie back and place those hands above your head, we can move along."

  "You're joking, right?" The anger she welcomed. The arousal she ignored. Or tried to. "You don't really think I'm going to cooperate with this little fetish game you've got going, do you?"

  He pushed off from the dresser and went to sit on the edge of the bed, just beyond her reach. "Of course I do, because I doubt you fancy remaining like this for... well, I don't have any plans for the near future, do you?" he said lightly.

  "Sebastian," she growled, squirming against her bonds. "You can't keep me here forever. People are going to come looking for me."

  "You have no idea what I'm capable of, my dear. If I wanted to keep you forever, just like this, I could. As a matter of fact, it's not such a bad idea," he said, running his fingertips lightly up her leg before veering away. "I don't see a downside to it for myself at the moment."

  He could do it. Of that she had no doubt. How hard would it be to keep her trapped in this room for as long as he wanted? "You don't want to do that," she cajoled gently, searching frantically for an argument that might sway him. "Besides," suddenly inspired, she held up her manacled wrists, "you always said how much you loved the feel of my hands on you. I can't really do that like this, can I?"

  When he stopped to trace her wrists, she thought she had him. For an instant, a fantasy flashed in her mind of him opening his pants to slap the heavy weight of his cock into her chained hands. She'd stroke it and caress it until he lost his senses in pleasure. And then she would rip it off. He wrenched her out of the lovely image when he suddenly rose, his fist wrapping around the chain of the cuffs to force her back down to the mattress, yanking her arms over her head. She twisted and fought him every inch of the way, but she had little leverage with her legs splayed and bound, and he had the benefit of superior strength. She could do nothing to stop him but curse at his smug complacency.

  "I think I might actually like this a bit more," he said, smirking while he secured her hands.

  He resisted the temptation to undress, now that he had her effectively bound. He liked the edge the clothing gave him, with her naked and completely vulnerable for perhaps the first time. It was too good to give up just yet.

  He reclined next to her on the bed, careful not to touch her as he linked his hands behind his head. He sighed contentedly as if this was the most normal thing in the world and he wouldn't rather be fucking her into the mattress at the moment. "You know, Laura, I think this is the perfect time for us to have a nice, long chat, don't you?"

  She lashed against her bonds, making her body shift in fascinating ways that he couldn't help but admire. "Fuck you!" "Eventually." He smirked. Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his elbow to better see her furious face. "Tell me, Laura, how is it that I've managed to outlast all of the
others?"

  "Because you wouldn't take the hint and leave!" she snarled, glaring up at him.

  "That may very well be," he agreed. His eyes trailed over the fine curves of her body. God, but she was a gorgeous woman. And not just in a physical sense. There was a beauty to the way her mind worked, sharp and always looking for the best angle to play to gain more power. His musings were interrupted as he caught movement in the periphery of his vision and focused downward to see her attempting to free her foot. "Can't have that now, can we?" he chastised, sitting up to test the security of the knot, tightening it a bit. "There now, better?" She glared at him. "Excellent," he said, lying back down. He continued with his interrogation. "Since I've managed to stick around for three years, there has to be something you like about me other than my ass as it's walking out your door."

  "It was just too much effort to drive you off," she insisted, looking for a new way out. "If you remember correctly, I did kick you out. Several times."

  "But you let me come back time and time again," he countered. He brought his right hand up, his index finger dropping to trace a fine line from the center of her chest toward her navel, then veering back up to outline the swell of her left breast, then her right. The clamps were still firmly in place, her nipples swollen and red from the continuous pressure. From experience he knew they were sensitive as hell at this point. Deftly unclamping the left one, his mouth sought the flush bud.

  His tongue was warm and gentle against her tender nipple, forcing her to fight the urge to rise up into it. She closed her eyes to savor it, but a moment later his mouth was gone, the clamp closing again over her aching peak.

  "I couldn't have kept you out, could I?" she struggled to speak normally.

  He shook his head as he began to kiss a fine trail from one breast to the other before removing the second clamp and lavishing the same attention there. The woman had a will of steel. He could feel her muscles tighten, still trying to fight her body's natural response to his attentions.

  Reattaching the second clamp, he sat up and looked at her, his fingers moving to her forehead to brush away the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her face. "No, I don't think you could," he said, his tone softer than he'd intended.

  The tenor of his voice went through her more strongly than his physical caress, making her insides tighten in satisfying discomfort. She looked up into his molten eyes and asked the only thing she could think of."Why?"

  "Maybe because I don't know what's good for me," he admitted. "Or maybe because I do." "Don't." She shook her head under his touch. "Don't pretend this is more than it is."

  "I'm not pretending, Laura. Though I think my life would be a hell of a lot simpler if I was," he said honestly, withdrawing his hand. "But if I were pretending, why is that so much more reprehensible to you than the other falsehoods or pretenses you put forth in your own life?" he pressed.

  "Because you're trying to control me with it." She sorrowed for the loss of his touch, but she had to make him understand she wasn't weak. "You can't manipulate me through my emotions, Sebastian. You can't tell me you love me and make me swoon."

  "If I were trying to control you, I sure as hell would have found a better way to go about it than that," he countered, his voice soft and disarming. "Things were going pretty well for us, there was no reason for me to try and manipulate you. And you're giving me far too much credit if you believe that I was capable of any higher level thinking at the time.

  "I've never tried to control you. Occasionally, I might get lucky and have you at my mercy for a few short hours." He grinned. "This current situation being a prime example. However, control isn't something I have ever sought with you. Especially emotionally. Too messy for my taste. As for love..." To her surprise, he rose from the bed, pacing the perimeter before stopping at her side. "Honestly, Laura, you have no idea how I really love. Nor do the select few who have also been on that end of things. You see, I always seem to fall for those who either lack the ability or the inclination to love me back."

  "So now it's my fault? If I showed you more, what, affection? Attachment?" She gave up fighting against the bonds. She would not escape until he released her. "Love is always a weapon, Sebastian. Men and women have used it against each other since the beginning of time. It hasn't changed in all that time and it never will."

  "So what you're telling me is that I'll never be able to convince you otherwise then?"

  "Finally." She relaxed back against the pillows. "Now, will you please untie me?"

  "No, I don't think I will," As suddenly as he'd risen, he walked out of the room.

  It took a minute to register that he was leaving her chained and naked on the bed. "Sebastian?" she called, but he did not answer. When he didn't return, she started shouting in earnest. "God damn you, Sebastian Porter! You get your ass back her and untie me, you bastard!" Sebastian was just starting to pour himself a generous glass of

  scotch when Laura's muffled shouts reached him. "In time, my dear, in time," he assured her, taking the scotch down in two swallows. The steady burn all the way down his throat settled warm in the pit of his stomach. He poured another glass and downed that, too, before setting it aside.

  If the woman didn't bloody talk, he would have held it together. Talking always got him into trouble, and Laura knew that. He should have gagged her from the get go. But if he'd done that, he couldn't hear her beg him to let her go. It was a double-edged sword, really.

  He needed to break through that iron-tight control she had. It had been cracked, he knew that, and then he'd stopped acting and started talking. He needed to find a way to silence her sharp words. Shut her up long enough to listen, really listen to him.

  He reached for the bottle again, but stopped. No, his head needed to remain clear.

  Laura only ever let her wall down when she hovered on the brink of orgasm. He'd threatened earlier to drive her to it again and again... Maybe he should do just that.

  Resolved, he made his way up the stairs, taking his time and undoing his buttons as he went.

  "It's about time you got back," she started as he pushed the door open, but she hesitated as he finished unbuttoning the wrists of his shirt and took it off. "Sebastian?"

  Still he didn't look at her. Instead, he unfastened his belt, sliding it out of the loops and laying it neatly over the back of a chair before taking off his pants. He hung them with equal neatness on top of the belt. "Sebastian," she insisted. "What are you doing?" He didn't say a word. That had led to trouble too often to count. This time he planned to play it smart and keep his mouth shut. Figuratively, at least.

  He moved to the foot of the bed, an angle that provided him with an unobstructed view straight up to her succulent, glistening pussy begging for attention. He got on the bed, crawling up between her legs and managing not to touch her anywhere on the ascent. Finally eye-to-eye with her, he stopped and hovered over her. Gravity dragged his cock down to nudge lightly against her stomach, the only point of contact between them. He stayed there, waiting for her to speak. She didn't disappoint. "Sebastian, stop it. Unlock me. Right now." He dipped his head down so that his lips rested against her ear and whispered, "No." Then he began to pepper a trail of fine kisses down her neck, ignoring her renewed protest. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had called him a son of a bitch so much in one evening.

  When he came to her breasts, he was tempted to remove the clamps but decided to wait. They could still be useful. Satisfying himself with a quick tug on the adjoining chain to recapture her attention, making her gasp, he moved on, kissing down her stomach and pausing to worship the softness there. If he had to choose a part of Laura's body as his favorite, he would pick the soft roundness below her navel, crisscrossed with fine, silvery stretch marks from childbirth. It was the one part of her she couldn't change, it belied her womanhood, her vulnerability. His tongue darted out to trace the thin lines, reacquainting himself with familiar terrain.

  She squirmed as his tongue outlined the
sensitive scars, too sensitive, too discomforting to receive this attention. Which was why he did it. To throw her off, to make her feel vulnerable. It worked. She hated it when he did this. It was another reason he loved this spot on her. But there was no reason to linger too long and he continued down, nosing through her coarse curls towards soft lips that protected even softer flesh. So delicate and resilient at the same time. He ran the tip of his tongue down the slit, pushing inward, then nearly to her center, he changed course, moving upward slowly with the full flat of his tongue.

  She couldn't help the soft moan as he traced her labia with the tip of his tongue, and when the broad flat of his tongue pressed into her, she didn't stop her body from arching up to demand more.

  He was winning, getting his way with her despite her resolve. She tried to bring her thighs together, but only managed to embrace his head as he settled more fully at her center. "Sebastian, please," she begged frantically. "Stop it. Let me go." And that was exactly why he didn't gag her. It would be a sin to miss out on the normally controlled woman's begging. Instead of commenting, however, Sebastian redoubled his efforts, finally moving in to focus on her clit before slipping down to tease at the entrance to her channel and back again.

  "God." Her head fell back against the pillow, her thighs relaxing as his hungry mouth attacked her, sapping her will to resist. "Damn you, Sebastian Porter," she managed to groan aloud. He chuckled as she gave herself over. About time. He continued his ministrations until he felt her body hitch with impending orgasm, pushing her just a little closer before backing off and denying her release. He rested a hand upon her quivering stomach as he waited for her body to calm, stroking soothingly as he waited.

  Her eyes fluttered open and stared at him in surprise and frustration. "What?"