by Eden Bradley
“Yes. Okay.”
God, just her tremulous voice had him hard and nearly panting.
Do your job, man.
Yes, his job. “Devin, we need to go over your safe words. Do you know what that is?”
“Safe words?”
“If things get too intense for you, you need to tell me. If you need me to slow down, go easier on you, if you’re experiencing any sort of discomfort, even if it’s just that the cuffs are too tight, say ‘yellow.’ If you want the scene to stop completely, say ‘red.’ And I will stop, I promise you. Do you understand?”
She shrugged, trying for a nonchalance that was entirely transparent to him. She was still trying to hang on to some control, but it was gone already, had been since the moment she’d agreed to come into the Ring with him. “It sounds easy enough.”
Easy enough for her. He was the one who had to hold it together.
He laid his hands on her shoulders, ran them down over her arms. The skin there was just as soft as her waist had been. He took one wrist in his hand, raised it over her head and buckled her into the soft leather of the cuff. Her small gasp of surprise pleased him. He did the same with her other hand. By the time he had her completely bound she was breathing hard, every breath making her breasts swell against the confines of that sexy black bra.
“Calm down, Devin. It’s okay.” He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face. Her eyes were huge, her lush, red lips parted. It would be so easy to kiss her now, just slide his tongue into the wet heat of her mouth…
Jesus. Get it together.
That was not something they did, here in The Ring, which was, after all, nearly child’s play in the larger scheme of things. Dungeon junior. But they were all pros here, not people looking for relationships. Kissing was out.
He sucked in a breath. “We’ll start out easy. Okay?”
She nodded.
He moved around behind her and smoothed his hands over her back. He could barely restrain himself from slipping his hands around the front of her to cup the soft mounds of her breasts. Unbearable hard-on at the thought. But her ass could be his. He moved his hands down, slid her skirt up until he uncovered the black lace thong that matched the bra. Her ass was every bit as perfect as he’d known it would be. But he’d get to that later.
He let the hem of her skirt fall around the tops of her thighs and picked up the small flogger he used on the new girls. It was light enough to get some good sensation, but not enough to hurt unless he really wanted it to. He wanted to hurt her—of course he did. But he wanted her to like it, and he knew for that he had to bring her into it slowly.
He started with a gentle stroking of the leather thongs over the smooth flesh of her bare back. After a minute he saw her let out a breath, saw her shoulders loosen. He kept up the easy rhythm, watching the tension in her body shift. She was breathing harder, but it wasn’t fear or pain. He could feel her arousal coming off her in waves as though it were a palpable thing. His body answered in kind, but he ordered himself to calm, to focus on nothing but her.
Another few minutes of that slow, easy stroke, then he gave her one good smack. She yelped.
He moved around to the front of her, lifted her face in his hand so he could see her eyes. They were lit up, like green sea glass. And there was a small smile on her face.
That smile went through him like the pure heat of the sun and landed in a warm knot in the pit of his stomach. He tried to shake the sensation away. But looking into her eyes, with the scent of her perfume surrounding him, infusing him, he couldn’t do it. The heat traveled through his body, making his cock even harder. He couldn’t help himself, suddenly, even knowing the others would give him shit for it. Didn’t matter. He had to do it. He bent his head and kissed her.
She was half out of her head and she knew it. But when his lips met hers the entire world faded away. God, his mouth was soft and hot. She leaned in, wanting more, felt one of his hands slide around the back of her neck, his fingers burying in her hair. She opened her lips, inviting him inside, but he pulled back, leaving her needy and panting.
He slipped his hand up over her cheek, looked into her eyes. His were shadowed, unreadable. But she could sense the heavy rhythm of his breath.
She had never been in such an exquisite state of arousal in her life.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked her.
“Yes.”
If only he would kiss her again. Kiss her and kiss her and never stop. But he moved back around behind her once more. She steadied her racing pulse, ready and wanting the soft kiss of his little leather flogger almost as much she wanted his lips on hers.
She didn’t know why it felt so good, but it did. She’d been scared only the first minute or two before her body had relaxed into it as though familiar with the cadence of his strokes. And there was no real pain. For some reason she didn’t understand, she knew she wouldn’t mind if there was.
He started again right away with the flogger, the leather hitting her skin, releasing its earthy scent. Her body moved right into it, loving the sensation, loving even more that it was him doing this to her.
Over and over, while her mind went into a sort of trance of buzzing desire. Then one hard, sharp smack. She gasped, melted, smiled. A cry rose from the crowd. She realized she’d forgotten all about them, about the hundreds of people watching. And this sudden realization sent a surge of excitement through her.
His face was next to her ear suddenly. “How are you doing? Do you want more?”
“Yes. Please.”
Was this really her there with him, doing these things, asking for more? But she couldn’t find it within herself to care. All she knew was sensation, being under his hands. It was too good to stop.
This time he hit her harder. Her body seemed to absorb the sensation, to turn it into pure pleasure. And after a while she found if she opened her eyes and focused on the crowd, their energy fed her. Fed her pleasure, her desire. The scrap of lace between her thighs was soaking wet.
She had no idea how long she’d been there when he stopped and wrapped an arm around her waist, his palm flattening on her bare stomach. Fire flooded her and she wished he’d move his hand lower. Right there, in front of all these people. She didn’t care. She only knew what she needed.
“Jesus, what you do to me, Devin.” His voice was rough. He was breathing as hard as she was. He sounded like a man who’d just had sex.
God.
She moaned, let the weight of her body hang against the leather cuffs holding her up.
“I think you’re done,” he told her.
“No!”
He laughed. “Oh yes, you are. You’re too far gone to know it, but that’s my job, to take care of you.”
Yes, take care of me…
She knew she wasn’t thinking straight. She didn’t care.
He unbuckled her and her legs went weak. She fell into his arms. Nothing had ever felt better to her.
“Ah, I’ve got you, my girl.
My girl. Sweet.
He held her for a moment, buried his face in her hair. Her body was alive, electric, lit up with need. He half-carried her to the padded bench against the back wall. The girl in the red corset approached and she knew he was going to leave her there with her.
“Shaye…please.”
He knelt on the floor in front of her, rubbed her arms. “What is it? What do you need? Are you cold? Thirsty?”
She shook her head. “Don’t go away.”
He stared at her, his hazel eyes serious, full of smoke. He bit down on his lip, his strong white teeth coming down on the soft flesh, sinking into it.
She wanted him to kiss her again.
Finally he said, “You are fucking amazing, Devin. But I have to go to work. Melissa will take care of you.”
She shook her head. Why did she feel like crying? And then, to her horror, one big, fat tear slid down her cheek.
“Jesus,” he muttered, then pulled her into his arms. “Shh, y
ou’re okay, you’re just crashing. It usually only happens with heavy play. You’ll be okay in a while.”
She felt okay with his strong arms around her, crushed against his chest, his bare skin right up against hers. Better than okay. As long as he didn’t get up and leave.
Again he said, “I have to get back to work.”
She shook her head mutely, tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. She heard a moan from him before he opened his lips and his sweet tongue slid into her mouth. She pulled it in, pulled in his breath. Her arms went around his neck. His kiss was hard and wet. She was wet, too, had never been so wet in her life.
He stopped, pulled back. “Damn it, Devin. I’m not supposed to do this with the club girls.”
She managed between panting breaths, “I’m not another club girl.”
He looked into her eyes. He bit his lip again, making her want to put her tongue there, to lick that tender spot. She shivered.
He let out a long breath, ran a hand back through his hair. “Fuck it. I’m taking you out of here.”
He helped her to her feet, and with one arm looped around her waist, said to the red-corseted girl, “Melissa, get her shirt for me, will you? I’m taking the rest of the night off. Tell the others.”
The girl did as he asked, and he helped Devin back into her top. Then he led her from the Ring, down the stairs, almost carrying her through the press of bodies and the thundering music. He stopped to get her coat, draped it around her shoulders, and led her from the club, into the cold night.
Outside she pulled the frosty air into her lungs, trying to get her brain working while he talked to the doorman, who sent another guy off at a run to retrieve Shaye’s car. They stood in silence, his arm still firmly around her. She was surprised when the kid from the club pulled up in a silver BMW. This was Shaye’s car? Somehow she’d assumed he was one of those classic club guys who drove some junker and lived with six roommates in a flat off Haight Street. Not that it mattered.
He helped her into the passenger seat, went around and got in.
“I’ll take you home. And it’ll be whatever you want it to be. Or not to be. I promise you that. Tell me where you live.”
She gave him the address and he shifted the small, sleek car into first gear and took off. The night seemed heavy with silence after the pounding music of the club. She felt enveloped by it, as though they were isolated from the rest of the world, just the two of them driving through the darkness.
Every now and then he glanced over at her as he drove, but they didn’t speak. She was glad. She was afraid too much talking would break this sensual spell. She wasn’t ready to give it up.
They reached her building and he found a spot in front. All gentleman again, he came around to her side of the car, opened her door, helped her out. She was a bit wobbly on her feet and he steadied her, his strong arm looping around her waist, so that she was right up against him. She caught a whiff of that masculine, woodsy scent and it went straight to her sex, soaking her.
“Here, give me your keys, Devin.”
She pulled them from her pocket and handed them over. It felt good to let him take over, take care of everything.
“…that’s my job, to take care of you.”
Yes. So nice.
She gave him her apartment number and he bundled her into the ancient elevator that held the papery, moldy scent of old books.
“I went to Paris once,” she told him. She could hear the dreamy tone in her own voice.
“Did you?”
“I visited the catacombs beneath the city, those ancient caves lined with the skulls and bones of thousands. I’ve always thought this elevator smelled exactly like the dim entranceway there.”
He laughed, a low, soft chuckle. “Does it? I’ve never been in those catacombs. Did it frighten you?”
“Not at all. It was fascinating and even beautiful in its own way. Does that make me morbid?”
“Maybe it makes you someone who is attracted to the unusual.”
“Maybe. I hadn’t thought about it that way before.”
Perhaps it wasn’t so odd after all, what she’d done tonight. That this supremely kinky man was there with her. That she was about to…what? She shivered all over just imagining what might take place.
He didn’t let go of her as the elevator creaked up to her floor, his body deliciously solid against hers. The doors slid open and he moved with her down the hallway, found her door and inserted the key. The door swung open and he pulled her inside.
It was warm in her apartment—she must have left the heat on. In the dark it seemed womblike. Safe, yet incredibly sexy at the same time.
Shaye was still holding on to her. She didn’t ever want him to let go.
“Devin.” His voice was a deep whisper.
“Yes?”
“Tell me if you want me to leave and I will.”
“I want you to stay.”
He pulled her closer, until she swore she could feel the hammering beat of his heart through the clothing which separated them. She peered through the dark, could see the silhouette of his face only inches from hers.
Please kiss me.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I want you to be sure. Because it isn’t really fair of me to ask this right now, after you’ve been played for the first time.”
“I know what I want. I want you.”
Please touch me.
“Jesus, Devin.”
He crushed her body to his and kissed her, hard. She opened to him immediately and his hot, slippery tongue found hers. Her sex clenched, her whole body trembled with need while they stood just inside her door, making out like a couple of lust-crazed teenagers.
He drove his tongue into her mouth and his hands were everywhere, sliding her coat from her shoulders, moving his mouth away only long enough to tear his shirt over his head, then hers. Then he was on her again, his lips seeking out her neck and fastening on the tender flesh there. She shivered with desire as he licked and sucked. Holding onto him, her fingers dug into his shoulders. She wanted her clothes off, wanted to be naked with him.
“Devin,” he crooned against her neck, his voice igniting a new fire within her.
Pushing her back up against the door, he kissed his way down the front of her body. He drew his hands over her breasts and her nipples went hard against his palms even through the heavy lace of her bra. Her sex was drenched, wanting him to touch her there. His kisses were hot, sending heat lancing through her body, straight to her core. It was even better when he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue over her skin.
“Shaye…please…”
He seemed to know just what she meant. With quick, clever fingers he undid the clasp on her bra and it fell away, leaving her naked and needy. He worked his way back up her body, pushed her breasts together with his hands and bent to tease her nipples with his hot, wet tongue. God, it felt good. So damn good she almost needed to come just from this. When he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked so hard it hurt, the pain was pleasure at the same time, and she only wanted more.
He moved to tease the other nipple in the same way, sucking, biting, pulling it hard into his mouth, making her moan. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders. He was so big, so well-muscled. She could hardly wait to see what the rest of him looked like, felt like.
Yes.
He lifted her skirt, pushed the edge of her soaking panties aside and sank down to brush his lips across her aching pussy. She arched her hips.
“So damn sweet, Devin. Like warm honey,” he murmured. “I have to know, have to taste you. Spread a little more for me. Yes, that’s it.”
And then he dove in, fingers and tongue and lips, probing, stroking, then finally sucking on her clit until she thought she’d explode.
When he pushed his fingers inside her she did. She came, hard, in a flash of brilliant, blinding pleasure. She was burning hot all over, shaking as her pussy clenched and she fought not to cry out.
He stood
slowly, snaking his way up her body. Every place his bare skin touched hers was like a tiny climax in itself. Finally, he reached her face and caressed her flushed cheeks with his hands, his mouth, a soft fluttering of small kisses.
“Jesus, you are too perfect, Devin. So damn responsive. And I’m so fucking hard for you.” He pressed his hips into hers, and she felt the solid ridge of his erection beneath his jeans. She knew instantly she had to have him inside her. Now.
“I need you, Shaye.” She was breathless, barely able to speak. “Please.”
“Ah, you ask so nicely. So prettily. But I can’t do this, Devin. As much as I want you. It’s irresponsible of me to have you now, like this.”
Panic went off like a thunderbolt in her chest. “Why?”
“I told you earlier, it would be taking advantage of you, after playing you tonight.” He kissed her then, a soft brush of his lips against hers, and she could taste her own salt, her desire, on his lips. “Don’t think I don’t want you. I want you so damn much it hurts. But I will suffer so that you can think about it after you’ve had time to calm down, to come back to earth.”
She started to shake her head, but he silenced her with another kiss. His lips were sweet, soft against hers. She was so confused!
He pressed his erection against her again, the hard ridge sinking into the flesh of her belly.
His voice was a rough whisper. “You see how much I want you? How I need to fuck you? But I won’t. It’s my job to remain in control. But I can still give you pleasure tonight. Is that what you want, Devin?”
She wanted him, all of him. But she understood what he was doing and why.
“Yes. I want you to stay with me. Please.”
His hands were on her breasts again, teasing her taut nipples. “Then I’ll stay. And I’ll make you come, little Devin. Over and over. Until you beg for me. And only then will I know that’s what you really want.”
He pinched her nipples and she yelped. But the pain quickly turned to burning desire.
“Yes, that’s it,” he murmured, his gleaming gaze on her breasts. “You can take it. You’ll take a lot more tonight. Are you ready?”