by Sara Brookes
The taste of his lips mingled with the remnants of his release in her mouth. His fingers cradled her head again, but this time, he unlatched the lock on the back of the collar. The leather fell to the floor with a heavy thud, leaving her bare. She mourned the loss.
Her mind blanked when Patrick’s lips slid down the side of her neck, kissing spots where the leather had pressed against her skin. Moving with exact precision, he pressed his mouth to every surface he could reach as they knelt together. Seemingly satisfied for now, he grazed his mouth over the gentle slope of one of her breasts before nipping the sensitive skin.
His warm, moist tongue lapped at her still sensitive nipples. Heat curled in her belly to flow out to her extremities, making her feel as if she’d been set on fire. She whimpered when he abruptly severed the connection.
“Stand up,” he ordered, the tenderness of the moment vanishing.
Her eyes fluttered open as she watched him stand and put at least a foot between them. He offered no assistance. This time, she wouldn’t need it. In one fluid motion, she pushed up, proudly standing before him. If he was surprised by her mastery of the movement, he hid it well.
It was a marked difference from the first time he’d put her on her knees. Her confidence soared as she met his gaze squarely. Even without words, she knew he approved. Though there was a hint of a smile on his lips, he spun on his heel to leave her alone.
Stunned, she watched him walk to the small kitchenette on the opposite side of the room. He didn’t turn on the lights as he moved around so she could only trace his movements by sound. A brief flicker of light appeared as he opened the refrigerator door. She wondered if this was similar to the time he’d fastened her to the cross. Would he leave her here while he sat in the chair and stared at her while she struggled?
His shadowed form appeared. As he came closer, she saw he held a glass in his hand, a shiny black tube sitting inside. He gave no indication of his intention as he walked past her, stopping when he reached the box he kept on one of the small tables next to the bed.
Anticipation flared to life inside her as he extracted a condom then moved in front of the wide window at the back of the room. The soft light of the security lamp outside backlit his body as he placed the items on the broad sill.
He turned, and even with the distance, she felt the tension radiating from his body. “Come to me.”
Her body moved even before she thought to follow the order. She kept her head up as she approached, despite the fact she had no idea what he planned. The metal of the D-rings clicked as he released her arms. However, his hand continued to clutch tightly around her wrists so she couldn’t move. He maneuvered her to the wide board that formed a seat at waist height in front of the window. After he lifted her onto it, he pressed each of her wrists to a loop of metal welded to the upper part of the lower window. The D-rings slipped easily around the hook created for the sole purpose to keep her in place.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned forward, kissing her lightly. “I love you this way. Bound up and held in place just for me.” His tongue slipped into her mouth again. She returned his kiss with equal fervor, savoring their mingled taste. With her legs unrestrained, she wrapped her calves around his waist to pull him against her. He broke the kiss, putting distance between them as his eyes narrowed.
“Do you know some Doms are proficient enough that they can train their subs to orgasm on command? Some take another approach and deny orgasm completely for days on end. Sometimes even weeks.” The thought someone would knowingly deny their lover the pleasure orgasm brought or even tell them when to come intrigued her. In a way, they’d done something similar when he’d called her on the phone. She hadn’t been allowed to get herself off because he wanted that just for him. “I can tell the suggestion of both excites you,”
“Yes,” she stammered once she had a handle on the hot flare of arousal flooding low in her abdomen. The thought of either option thrilled her more than she’d expected. Yet another door he’d opened for her.
He stepped forward, lifting a hand to her face. His thumb skimmed over the surface of her lips. “We’d both need to work on the coming on command. I’m not an expert on that end of things. Denying you pleasure is an interesting prospect, especially since I have some experience with short spans of denial.” He reached for the glass he’d placed nearby. When he held up the tube he’d taken from the refrigerator, she recognized the item as a dildo.
A glass one, judging by the smooth reflective surface that gleamed despite the low lighting. He slid his tongue along the device to lick away the tiny ice crystals that had formed on the dark surface. When he went to his knees, she immediately understood what he intended to do.
The cold touched her labia, pulling a loud gasp of surprise from her. He took advantage of her reaction by spreading her to tease her clit with the cold tip of the toy. The contrast of something solid and icy against blazing hot skin felt so intense she nearly came right then. She managed to pull back from the edge, remembering the purpose was to learn to delay her release.
He circled the hard nub, teasing her relentlessly as he moved between her clit and her opening. Without warning, he slipped the toy into her pussy. The shock to her system vaulted her higher, throwing her careful control into a tailspin. Cold and heat warred with one another as her body demanded release.
She shivered as he withdrew the length, giving her some relief. Then she watched as he closed his mouth around it completely, sucking it into his mouth a few times with careful, patient thrusts.
“Sweet. Almost as tasty as you are.” His tongue, cold from the icy surface, slid against her clit. She hissed as he slipped the icy dildo inside her again, holding it in place until she began to squirm. He continued the pattern, alternating between sliding it into her cunt and sucking it into his mouth.
When the device had nearly reach room temperature, he dropped it into the glass. His gaze never left hers as he grabbed the foil square he’d tossed to the side. Her mouth watered as he sheathed himself with the latex, his closed fist traveling slowly up and down the stiff shaft. Despite the cold, she squirmed against the wood.
He stood there, unmoving. Taunting her with the sight of his thick cock just inches away from her. “Please. Oh God, please, Patrick. I’m so cold.”
“Is that so?” The dark timbre of his voice caused an explosion of desire deep inside her.
“Yes.” She desperately wanted to reach down to get herself off and she didn’t care if he watched. In fact, she wanted him to see exactly how he made her feel. She was that frantic for orgasm, that desperate to have the heat overtake her. Tugging at the cuffs, she whimpered. “Take them off, please. I need—”
“What? What do you need, Allison? Tell me.”
Muscles confused by the hot and cold sensation cried out for relief. The leather bit into her wrists as she fought against the binding. The dull pain sharpened her need. “You. I need you.”
“I don’t think so.” He continued to patiently stroke his cock.
The sight added to her frustration. He shouldn’t have to do that when she was right here begging him to fuck her. “You don’t understand.”
“Oh I understand perfectly.” He inched forward, tapping the head of his dick against her opening. The touch sent a shockwave through her thighs. “You want this, don’t you? You want me inside your cunt, warming the cold away so you can come. So you can remind me how stunning you look and sound when you blow.”
This odd mix of cold and hot made her want more, and dammit, he knew it. “Yes.”
He tapped her clit this time, harder than before, which sent a tremor of pleasure traveling through her entire body. She arched toward him, her body begging for him to continue. “Then it’s not me you truly want. Isn’t that right?”
“No.” She locked her gaze with his. “I want you and everything you stand for. I want your dominance over me. I want to submit to you so I can please you however you wish. Your cock is just a bonus. A great
big one.”
He smirked. “Flattery. That’s new. I think I’m quite fond of that coming from you.” He moved forward, closing his mouth over hers. A kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind her eyes. His hand continued to move, brushing against her thigh each time he stroked himself.
“Let me do that for you, please.”
“Oh you will. Eventually. Since you’re so adept with your hands, I suspect this will be an area where you shine. I plan to take full advantage of that and watch myself come in your fist. Maybe even come all over these beautiful tits.” His hands shifted, closing around her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. “But right now, my needs are similar to your own. I want to be inside you.”
He thrust into her, impaling her on his cock in one even stroke.
She thought his being inside her would provide fuel for her release, but she’d been wrong. The lingering chill smothered whatever heat had built. It was a frustrating mix that was both powerfully addictive and highly frustrating. The cold deadened sensation enough to prevent anything from happening right away. Though it felt as if a lifetime had passed, the battle only lasted a few minutes. She overcame the cold, her body flooding with a rush of heat that caught her off guard.
“That’s it. I feel it inside you, Allison. It’s mine. You’re only allowed to come for me. I’m the one who controls it, not you.” His voice was gritty and rough as he slipped into the moment with her. Her body listened to the orders without any further encouragement.
The spark of warmth was just as intense as the cold, quickly overwhelming her. She was swept to another world where she couldn’t control anything. Every move Patrick made, every thrust inside her pussy—even the casual slide of his hand against her hip—sent her spiraling further out of control.
His hand closed around the back of her knees, lifting and spreading her legs to open her. The shift in position further added to her lack of control. Sprawled out and bound, she could do nothing but take what he gave. His pace increased, his rapid strokes driving her higher and higher.
“Mine. All mine.” He slammed to the hilt, burying his cock inside the core of her volcanic heat. “Give me what I own.” The sudden punch of orgasm exploded through her, hard and fast, her muscles quivering as he continued to pound into her. A second climax began almost immediately, layering with the previous one. She could do nothing but give herself over to the pure sensation.
The descent was agonizingly slow, and just when she thought it was over, she was surprised when her body rocketed upward again. She listened as her voice echoed off the surrounding walls, allowing it to push her higher. Reality returned in slow increments through the euphoria. With each exhale, she became more aware of everything. Patrick had released the panic snaps, cradling her limp body close to his. His full weight against her had never felt so satisfying.
“Fuck me,” she swore quietly as the last vestige of something she couldn’t find words to explain melted away. Her entire body felt as if it was alive, yet she didn’t possess the energy to move.
His lips pressed against her neck as he held her tighter. “Forgive me for not attending to that request right away. I’ll need a few moments to recover.” He stood, pulling her into his arms to cradle her close. Turning, he placed her on the bed, collapsing on the mattress next to her. “I’m good. But not quite that good.”
She blew out a shaky breath as she stared at the exposed beams overhead until they went out of focus. “That was…”
“Yes?” He reached over to undo the cuffs still circling her wrists. The leather hit the wood floor with a loud thud as he tossed them to the side. “Wonderful? Exciting? Frustrating beyond words?” He punctuated each of his questions with a quick kiss to her face.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Coherent thought seemed just out of reach. “I can’t even…what was that?”
He scooted closer, his lips cruising over her sweaty face. “That out-of-control feeling where you’re not sure if you can take anymore, but find—quite delightfully—that you can? You wanted me to stop but couldn’t bear the thought of doing so, right?”
“Exactly.” She found the strength to curl onto her side, resting her head against the strong curve of his shoulder. For a few minutes, there was only the sound of his even breathing.
She thought he’d fallen asleep when he suddenly turned his head and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Remember I once said something about pure, unrestrained pleasure? That would be it.” His breath fluttered against her skin as he spoke. “I call it sanctuary.”
Chapter Twelve
Friday night meant one thing to Allison and her gaming buddies—an all-night video game bender. Tonight’s game of choice would be the newest release of the Halo series, a game Allison hadn’t taken much time to acclimate herself with because she’d been busy with Patrick. And of course, it was her night to play host.
Her friends were currently camped out on the living room floor while she was in the kitchen organizing soda and snacks. Pizza was on the way, which reminded her she needed to grab a stack of paper plates. As she stripped away the plastic overwrap, a loud cheer erupted from the other room. Maybe they’d just seen the trailer for the latest Star Trek movie? She’d seen it a few days ago and already noted the date on her calendar. Maybe she could even convince Patrick to come along. A night at the movies with her friends could be fun.
When another boisterous cheer burst through the air, a frightening thought collided solidly into her gut. That was not the sound of geeks ecstatic over the latest Trekkie entry into the series. That was…a wolf whistle screeched over the laughter, causing blood to rush to her cheeks.
Holy frak.
Last time she’d played Dragon Age: Origins, a highly customizable single-player third-person role playing fantasy game, she’d redesigned her avatar’s outfit. Her eyes screwed shut as she quietly cursed herself for not taking the time to switch the items she’d added back to normal. Her kinky life had bled into her geeky life. They wouldn’t let her live this down. Never in a million years.
As the noise grew to a deafening level, she knew she had to face the music. Better to shut them up before things got too out of hand. Still berating herself for her absentmindedness, she stepped into the room with the paper plates and napkins clutched tightly between her hands.
There, in bold high-definition color, was her gaming character in all her 64-bit glory. Over the top was expected for this game, so it wasn’t unusual to see Allison’s avatar wear a skirt with slits up the front that exposed her thighs. Neither was it odd to find her breasts tightly confined in a skimpy leather vest that appeared as if it would burst at any moment.
The black and silver cuffs around her avatar’s wrists were completely out of the norm. To make matters worse, the cuffs matched the collar that circled the character’s throat. It had been on the character’s neck for two weeks. A period that coincided with the first time Patrick presented her with his collar.
The noise immediately quieted as they noticed she’d entered the room. Four gazes met hers as she set everything on the pizza boxes that had been delivered while she was in the kitchen. Reaching forward, she tapped the eject button on the game console. The critical mission she’d been working on would have to wait. She’d rather face the work it would take to get back to the same point another time than let the men stare at it lecherously.
Ignoring them completely, she slipped the Halo game disk into the console, then tapped the button on her wireless controller to activate it. She looked expectantly at each man as she settled on the center of the couch as they waited for the hold screen to load.
Cooper grunted. He snorted again as he apparently tried to contain whatever comments were dancing around on the tip of his tongue. She rolled her eyes, blowing out a resigned breath. This was going to be a damn long night if they didn’t get this out in the open.
Fucking sophomoric men.
“Go ahead, Cooper. Purge your system.”
He tugged on his Green Lant
ern shirt, pulling at the collar as he smirked. After adjusting his glasses, he dropped his controller and held out his hands to her in offering. “Mistress Allison, will you punish me for my insolence?”
Everyone burst out laughing. She shot them all a wry look as she shook her head. “You should all be punished for being complete asses.”
A knock sounded at the front door.
“Is that what you do to Patrick? Spank him on his ass for punishment when he misbehaves?”
A roar of laughter filled the air, causing her to roll her eyes. “You guys really need to get laid. And get better jokes.” Her middle finger shot out as she opened the door to find Patrick standing in the hallway wearing a surprised look.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“High school jerkwad class apparently. Just a typical night where we all give each other hell. Consider yourself warned.” He leaned forward to lightly kiss her on the cheek. “Glad you could make it.”
“I’d never pass up an opportunity to spend time with you.”
The statement warmed her all over. Screw the fact her friends were here. She rose on tiptoe to kiss him full on the lips. Why should she censor herself just because they were being their usual jerky selves? It wasn’t as if they would strip off their clothes and have sex right here in front of everyone.
Exhibitionism for her male friends wasn’t her kink.
She tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow as he pulled her against his body. She liked the way he always kept her close to him whenever they were together. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the gang. Hey, guys, this is Patrick.”
“Shouldn’t you be introducing him as Master?”
She fought the urge to stride across the room to deliver a sharp slap to the back of Tony’s head. Especially because he was usually the calmest of the bunch. Instead, she pointed to each of them in turn as they were introduced. “Patrick, this is Cooper, Mark, Scott and you already know Dick.”