by Angela Blake
Anya watched as Lisa pursed her lips, “But you want to?”
Anya sighed as she thought about it, “Well, I’ve always found the idea of being handcuffed to the bed quite…erotic, but I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to try it.”
Lisa grinned devilishly, “Maybe tonight you’ll get lucky.”
Anya groaned, “The party again? Seriously? Lis, even if I end up having a good time, I’m definitely not going to try handcuffing with a guy I just met. That requires a lot of trust and patience.”
Undeterred, Lisa continued, “We’ll just have to wait and see then.”
***
Anya gave herself a once over in the mirror thinking that Lisa had definitely gone overboard with the makeup, but before she could reach up and wipe it off, she heard Lisa’s voice from inside the bathroom, as if she somehow had eyes and ears everywhere, “Don’t you dare wipe that off. You look gorgeous! So stop.”
Anya sighed as she gazed at the black dress Lisa had brought her just for the occasion. It was a birthday gift that Anya felt was completely unnecessary, but it fit her perfectly.
She thought it made her ass look too big, but she was comfortable enough in her own skin to realize that she was never going to look the way society expected her to look, and that was okay too.
“I’m going to wait for you downstairs, Lis.” She called out as she grabbed her purse and gingerly made her way downstairs, hating the way the heels made her feel awkward and ungraceful.
She headed for the kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge for some juice. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and slowly sipped at it as she heard Lisa’s dad call out for her.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she smoothed down the front of her dress and called out, “She’s upstairs Mr. Grant.”
“Is that you, Anya?” He emerged a while later, and Anya’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of Lisa’s dad dressed in black jeans, a button-down blouse with his hair artfully slicked to one side. He looked much younger than he did in his business suit, and that woody smell she associated with him wafted towards her, and she had to clench the counter behind her back to keep from saying something stupid or, even worse, flirty.
“Hey, Mr.G,” she said weakly. Russel gave her a small smile and paused as he took in her dress. He gulped audibly, “Don’t you look nice today, Anya. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, Mr. G.” Her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears, so she cleared her throat and pushed herself off the counter as she tried for an air of nonchalance to dispel the suddenly tense atmosphere, “So how’s the world of graphic designing?”
“Oh, you know how it is. Keeping us on our toes always.”
“I bet.”
Russel Grant frowned as he noticed the book sitting on the counter, “is my daughter reading 50 shades of Grey?”
“Oh, no. That’s me actually.”
Russel looked at her in surprise, “I didn’t think that was your kind of book.”
“It isn’t,” she flushed as she began fidgeting with her hair, “It’s for a literature course I’m taking. It’s requisite because of my literature minor. Contemporary literature.”
“They actually teach these things?”
“Well, actually,” she searched for her cup and took a huge gulp as she paused to gather her thoughts, “I picked the book because I wanted to debate something that was controversial and at times offensive, but people still made it a bestseller.”
Russel cocked his head to the side as he leaned back against the wall and crossed one leg over the other. “How is 50 Shades of Grey offensive?”
“Well, okay, I’m not going to discuss the BDSM aspect, that’s a personal preference in the bedroom.” She paused when she said this and glanced a peek at Russel who aside from a muscle ticking in his jaw gave nothing away, “I’m talking about Christian Grey’s attitude generally. I mean, I know he was abused as a kid, but that doesn’t give him the right to stalk Ana and generally try to control her life. He’s rich, successful and handsome, that’s why women think it’s okay. But if Christian Grey lived in a trailer park, he’d be labeled an obsessive psychopath.”
“You feel that’s what he tries to do? Control her I mean,” Russel clarified when he saw the look of confusion that crossed Anya’s face.
“Well, yeah, and even in the bedroom. I mean demanding that she become submissive to his every whim and call him Sir, that’s very archaic and sexist. That sets the whole feminist movement back.”
Russel gave her a wry smile. “Not that I’m not pro-feminism, but consider this. You just said that BDSM is a preference, so isn’t choosing to be a submissive a personal choice?”
Anya pursed her lips, “I guess so, but why would a woman make that kind of choice? Her body should be hers to do with as she pleases, not be laid down at the feet of a man who treats her as an inferior.”
Russel uncrossed his arms and moved towards her casually. “So you feel a man can’t dominate a woman without making her feel inferior?”
“Well, admittedly, I don’t have experience in that area, but I find it hard to believe, yes.”
Russel studied her quietly as he went to the cupboard to get a glass. His arm brushed hers, and their eyes met for a moment, an electric current passing between them that had them both inching in closer.
Russel cleared his throat as he took a sip of his water, “I think you’d feel differently if you actually experienced it.”
“Is that so?” Anya murmured as they stood next to each other, not close enough to touch, but close enough to feel the body heat radiating off of the other person.
“Definitely,” he affirmed as he stood there, “Do you understand why some women enjoy BDSM? The concept behind it I mean.”
Anya thought about it for a second before she shook her head, “I’d like to say I do, but I honestly don’t. I guess it’s some sort of kinky fetish?”
Russel turned his head to look at her and gave her an impish grin, “Well, that’s an interesting way of putting it. I suppose in a way, you could say that, but actually there’s a science to it.”
“Science?” Anya questioned disbelievingly. She turned, so she was facing him, and they were both separated by a mere breath of air as they continued their discussion.
“Science,” he assured her as he gestured with his hands, “consider this, the nerves that send signals to your brain to let you know you are experiencing pleasure are not that different from the nerves that send signals to indicate pain.”
“Yes, they are,” she interrupted hotly, “How can you even compare the two? That’s like undermining pain which you have to admit is a very powerful feeling.”
He snapped his fingers, “Exactly! You just said it yourself, pain is a very powerful feeling, and so is pleasure. So imagine if you have two very powerful currents overlapping, wouldn’t they create a bigger, more electric charge?”
Anya cocked her head to the side, “Well, I guess if you think about it that way, but that’s assuming you can even out the energy discharge of both factors, and how would you be able to manage that?”
Russel gave her a wry smile, “That is where BDSM comes in. That’s why there are safe words, and limits, and that’s why you discuss everything ahead of time to make sure each person is comfortable. That’s also why it’s important for the dominant to know what they’re doing, when to apply just a little bit more and when to hold back.”
Anya studied Russel carefully wondering just how he knew all of this. She gulped as the realization came to her, “You’re a dominant, aren’t you?”
Russel looked at her quietly, his face smooth and impassive, “That’s really my business, Anya. In any case, it’s not something I’d discuss with a twenty-one-year-old, particularly not my daughter’s best friend.”
Anya’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Why do you do that? I’m not a child. I’m a legal adult.”
Russel raised an eyebrow. “You think numbers make you an adult? They don’t. E
xperience makes you an adult.”
“I’ve got experience,” she responded tartly.
“Well, do you now?” Russel pushed himself away from the counter and strode towards the kitchen door and checked outside. He took Anya’s hand and pulled her into the office and locked the door behind her.
Chapter 3
Anya stood there pressed against the wall, her chest heaving as she struggled to take in air, her body was painfully aware of Russel’s body pressed up against hers.
“Why am I in here?” Anya queried, her voice sounding husky to her own ears. Russel’s eyes snapped open to meet hers, and she could see the conflict written in them.
“I don’t know, Anya, I don’t know.” He drew a ragged breath and placed his arms on either side of her, caging her in, “I just, being around you, it messes with my head, and I know it’s wrong because you’re so much younger than I am, and you’re my daughter’s best friend. I shouldn’t want you this way.”
Anya licked her lips and stared at him, “I shouldn’t want you that way either, but you’re the one who pulled me in here.”
Russel chuckled quietly, the movement causing vibrations to ripple throughout his body, “You’re right, I am. I just wanted one minute alone with you without worrying my daughter would barge in, and I’d have to go back to being Mr. G.”
He stared at her, his blue eyes piercing as they begged her to understand. Anya nodded as she pressed herself against him making him sigh deeply as he brought a hand up and brushed her hair out of her eyes.
“Anya, do you have any idea how desirable you are?” He began to trace her face slowly and gently as if he was afraid she would disappear if he went any faster, “From the second you walked in through that door, I knew that I was attracted to you, but I could handle it. It wasn’t until we started talking that I realized I was in trouble. That sexy mouth of yours has bewitched me.”
“You’ve done the same to me,” she said quietly as she brought her hands up and allowed herself to tangle them in his hair like she’d imagined doing so many times.
“Have I? I don’t know if that’s a good thing. It makes this harder in any case.”
Anya let her hand trail down his shoulders, over his hard back, and she cupped his ass in her hand causing Russel’s eyes to widen in surprise.
“I know you want me, and you know I want you, so why is this hard?” she whispered throatily as she hooked one leg around his.
“Because,” He swallowed heavily, “You know the reasons, Anya. My daughter would probably never forgive me.”
Anya leaned forward and pressed a light kiss at the base of his throat. She felt a slight tremor go through him, and she smiled as she noticed that his resolve was crumbling.
“We’re two consenting adults. There’s nothing wrong with that.” The sound of his heavy breathing was muddling her senses, making her abandon all logic and reason.
“I love Lisa, she’s my best friend, and I don’t want to hurt her, but being around you, God, I burn for you, Russel, all the time.”
Russel’s hands began to travel along the expanse of her back until he cupped her ass and lifted her up, so she had to wrap her legs around his waist, “Why do you have to make this so hard? Why does the sound of your breathing make me feel like I want nothing more than to take you right here and now, in all the ways possible, on every spare surface?”
Anya’s breath hitched in her throat as she snuck her hands underneath his shirt. He tensed for a minute before he relaxed underneath her touch, “I want nothing more than to ride you right now,” she whispered in his ear. She took an earlobe between her two teeth and gently nibbled on it before releasing it.
He made a noise in the back of his throat before he captured her lips with his. Anya sighed as she pressed herself harder against him, allowing her to deepen the kiss and taste every inch of him. The smell of his cologne filled her senses, and she began to claw at his back impatiently yanking on his shirt. He smiled against her lips as he pulled back and tossed his shirt on the ground all the while yanking her dress up to reveal her thighs.
He gave her a heart stopping smile before he pressed lips against hers once. He gently bit down on her bottom lip, and she parted her mouth allowing him access. She whimpered in the back of her throat as their tongues began an erotic dance for dominance that her blood sung in her ears.
He pulled back a while later and stared at her wordlessly, “I told you that pain can heighten your senses, and if it’s applied at the right time, it can maximize the pleasure factor.”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, trying to concentrate through the fog that had clouded her senses.
“I’d like to show you a small demonstration.”
Anya stared at him in shock, wondering if she would really let him do something like that. Heart hammering in her chest, she slowly moved her head up and down.
Russel reached behind his back and put his hand in his back pocket. He pulled out a blindfold and began to tie her hands. He made it just tight enough that she couldn’t undo it, but not so tight that it would chafe her skin.
“Is that too tight?”
“It’s a little painful,” Anya admitted.
“That’s the point, I could loosen it a bit, but then you’d be missing the whole point.” Russel pointed out as he waited for her to make her decision.
“No, it’s fine. I can handle it.”
Russel gave her a small smile, “Just say gum if you feel it’s too much.”
“Gum?” Anya’s voice was laced with amusement.
“If you want another safe word, by all means,” Russel commented sardonically as he gave her an amused look.
Anya shook her head adamantly as she gazed at him in anticipation. Russel stood there for a minute as he shifted, so they were moving towards the couch. He set her down gently and kicked her legs apart before lowering himself in between them.
He lowered his head and began to kiss her neck softly at first before biting down hard. Anya bit down on her bottom lip as she felt a surge of pain make its way through her body, but before she could utter the safe word, Russel’s hands had traveled down, and one of them was lying on her crotch while the other was on her breast. He began massaging her breasts slowly with one hand. He kneaded them and licked his fingers before touching them again.
Anya’s hips began to move, as if of their own accord, impatient for some friction. Russel’s hands moved from on top of her crotch and made their way down her legs and over her thighs. He ran a finger lightly over her thighs before they found their destination and settled just on top of her panties.
Anya began to pant quietly feeling like her whole body was on fire just from that simple touch. She tried to move her hands to pull him closer, but the blindfold restricted her movement. As if sensing her struggle, Russel reached out with one hand to firmly but gently steadied her hands.
“God, I love the sight of you, pinned underneath me writhing like that, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, and I can smell you. God, that smell is going to make me explode.”
He buried his face in her neck and began to kiss it again softly at first, before he lowered the strap of her dress and murmured appreciatively that she had a nice bra.
He lowered her bra strap and took her breast in his mouth, sucking softly like a newborn before he began to twirl his tongue around the nipple causing Anya to bite her lip to keep the moan inside.
The hand on her panties began to inch its way underneath until it was directly on her naked flesh. Goosebumps broke out across her skin as Russel bit down on her nipple and placed one finger inside of her and stroked.
Anya’s hips buckled as a flash of searing pleasure tore through her. Russel smirked at her knowingly, “Do you feel that? That’s pain and pleasure.” His voice sounded ragged, and when her hips rose to meet his fingers, she felt the bugle in his pants twitch, and she smirked as she stared at it.
“Well, I’m not the only one affected. Looks like you want to come ou
t and play.”
He took her bottom lip between his and bit down until it started to feel sore. While he was doing that, his finger swiped left and right and moved in and out causing a vortex of emotions to go swirling through her all at once.
She felt herself getting closer, and as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, her hips began to move faster and faster until a voice shattered the haze of lust that was enveloping both of them.
“An! Anya, where are you?” Lisa’s voice drifted in from behind the closed office door.
Chapter 4
They both stared at each other guiltily as Russel hastily removed his fingers and undid the blindfold. Anya hastily drew her dress down and smoothed it as she looked for Russel’s shirt. She handed it to him without meeting his gaze, and they both stood there not knowing what to do.
“Dad? Where are you?”
Anya was standing close enough that she felt Russel’s body heat, and she couldn’t get over the shame she felt, but she was also so turned on, it was painful.
As if reading her thoughts, Russel’s gaze met hers, and he pushed her up against the wall and covered her mouth with his. She swallowed back her moan as her back hit the door, and his fingers slid back under her dress and found their earlier position.
They both froze as the door behind them rattled. His finger stilled while still inside of her as she throbbed painfully.
“Dad? Are you in there? Why is your door locked?”
“Honey?” He sounded hoarse, so he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I came in here to do some work, I must’ve fallen asleep on the desk.”
“That’s okay, Dad. Have you seen Anya?”
Anya began to move her hips eager for the friction she so desperately craved. “She’s um,” he struggled to finish his sentence, “I think she said she was going to meet you there or something. She got an important,” his eyes rolled in the back of his head as Anya reached down and cupped him between her hands. “She got an important phone call,” he managed to bark out.