by Dakota Gray
Her smile is wide. “I don't know. I think you had a fair chance with the window, either way.”
I chuckle. “I played sports. Couldn't take the chance.”
“Did you, though?”
“Did I what?”
“Find people who didn't make you feel like a pariah?”
I thought about my past lovers, and Duke, Tarek. I hold her gaze. “Sometimes.”
She props her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her palm. I take in the details for the first time since I walked into the coffee shop. The shadows aren't in her gaze today. Maybe talking to the redhead helps. A dress has replaced a pants suit. This one is white and looks virginal. I'm going to have to buy her a new one. The one she's wearing is getting ripped off, thin straps first.
My mind works out a quick plan to put the power back in my hands. She's going to let this revenge shit go. I'm exactly the kind of man she set out to hurt. I won't change, even if she manages to ding my pride and ego. She should fuck me anyway because she wants to.
“Any more curious questions?” I ask her.
A flush rushes up from her neck. “No, Nate.”
I nod and think about what she told me the last time we were together. “Who made it hard for you to trust?”
She pulls back and her lids lower. “My first.”
Of course. “What did he do?”
“He was a bad Dom.”
I can assume the truncated story. “How bad?”
“He didn't listen when I said my safeword. Humiliation was his kink and not mine.”
I keep my voice level but my hands ball into fists. I want to hurt the asshole who hurt her. “Pain?”
“I can take it. A lot.”
But what about pleasure? “We're going to my house. I'm going to tie you to my bed. You'll hate me for loving it, but you'll ask for more. We should decide on a safeword for you.”
Her lips tug into a smile. “Sugar.”
That word punches me in the stomach. My fingernails bite into my palms. That's the only outward sign I show at how much that single word stings. “I won't use humiliation. I will respect your safeword. Do you understand?”
“I want to know if I like to have my nipples spanked. I understand.”
I lean back in the hard chair to keep from dragging her across the table and fucking her right there. “Do you have any other questions?” I ask again.
“Did you bring your car?”
~CHAPTER NINE~
She's quiet as she watches me snap the last leather cuff to my headboard. I've already kept the promise of tearing off her dress. No panties lay underneath the soft material, but she'd worn a strapless bra.
In my bedroom there's no banter, no complaints—all business. I shouldn't want to bend her until she utters her safeword. That's not what I do. I like titillation over domination, but with her, submission is necessary. I want her to never look at me pissed off because I made her come. I want her to spit the words out, whatever she needs to get off her chest.
And...maybe I'm a little pissed at her choice of safeword. She's topping from the bottom before we even play. She always does. I'm going to make her eat the word sugar.
I straddle her waist and loom over her like the asshole I am. I hold her gaze. She should be able to see how angry she's made me with her cool veneer, her secrets, her revenge. She should get a chill down her spine at the thought of the pain I'll give until she fucking shatters.
“Once again, any questions?”
Tongue. Lip. I'm strutting my alpha, and I'm making her wet. “No,” she whispers.
“Then let's begin.”
I cup her right tit near the tip, and raise my other hand. I glance at her. This is her last chance to bow out. I won't cross a line, but the road might get ugly before we get there. If she does bow out, I'll find another way to expend my anger and frustration with her.
She bites her lip in the way that makes me want to come or let her make me come. I bring my hand down, striking right on the money. Her nipple tightens, hard. The marks I've left before decorate her skin and now bright red is the background.
She doesn't make a sound. I strike her again and again and by the fourth blow she's moaning.
“Like it,” she pants.
Fuck me. I take her nipple into my mouth to soothe the sting, to taste her. She's mindfucking me, and I like it. I open my mouth wide and try to take all of her in before I scrape my teeth along the full globe. I get to the tip and hold her nipple gently between my lips. My tongue gives its own spanking. She tugs at the bondage then tilts her head back, breathing in short gasps instead of just moaning.
I straighten. “The pain means nothing without pleasure.” I caress her, lovingly being kind to both nipples. Her fingernails dig into the leather straps. I don't have to check to see how wet I've made her. Cleanup is going to make me come today.
I grip her left breast, and the room is filled with her moans and flesh slapping against flesh. Soothe. Spank. Soothe. Spank. She's trembling between my legs. She's broken enough to moan my name.
I'm not going to make it to clean up, not with my sanity intact. I climb up her torso to rest my knees beneath her arms. My fingers fumble over my jeans' zipper. She's already lifting her head, her mouth open and ready. I groan when my cock is free. Robyn tries to move closer.
I spank her mouth with the head of my cock. She purses her lips for me to do it right. That right there is why I'd never let her suck me without bondage. She would own me, and I would love it.
“Open,” I order. She does. I slip past her lips. “Suck.”
She latches on and doesn't let go. It can't be an easy position for her, but she takes me in halfway, bobbing her head back and forth. I lean forward to help and to fist her hair. She doesn't need direction, but...
“Tongue,” I rasp.
She gives me the barest hint of teeth before she does what I say. Her mouth is stretched by my cock and her eyes are closed. She is perfection.
My world is her and all I can do is bark orders, my voice gruff.
“Suck harder.”
“Lick.”
“I'm...”
She holds me between her lips, moans. The sound buzzes in my spine, my balls. I'm coming into her mouth. She swallows every drop of me. Several seconds pass before my head clears. Another two, then I finally pull out of her.
A smile curves her naughty mouth. A stillness washes over me. No amount of spanking will ever turn her inside out. I'm going to have to use guerrilla tactics. I smile back.
“Nate?”
I close my hand on her throat and bring my mouth down on hers, hard. I'm rough enough to bruise, but I know how much she craves my bite. I use teeth more than tongue. Doesn't seem to matter as each moan I drag out of her is more frustrated than the last.
She doesn't utter her word. Robyn will. I'll make her. I break the punishing kiss to work my way down to her pussy. I don't bother to kiss, I nip and suck until I settle in between her legs, making a home. She jerks against the bondage, likely knowing what's about to come. Probably realizing she shouldn't have smiled at me and poked my temper.
Too late now.
The restraints have her legs wide enough she's on full display for me. The black leather appears harsh against her delicate ankles. All she has to do is utter two syllables to be free, to avoid my next punishment.
“Lick me, Nate.”
Steeling myself against her voice, I focus. I use my thumb to expose the clit beneath the hooded skin. She's swollen, wet, ready. I rest my tongue between my lips and move my head in a circular motion, slow. So slow. She's slippery, and my mouth and tongue have no friction—both just glide. I don't have to apply pressure. I don't have to go any faster.
Her first orgasm takes five minutes. Her clit is bigger, the pink has darkened, and I have to change the method so she doesn't go numb. I stiffen my tongue and jerk my head back and forth fast. Yeah. That move. Likely the only one you'll see on a porno that works. I get her past orgasm two
and three that way. Make four easy by using my fingers and telling her to come here. Yes. Right there.
Relentless, I continue to push her to the sharp edge of pleasure and pain. She does her fair share of screaming my name, twisting her hips to break the contact of my mouth, and sometimes cursing at me when I hit a don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop spot.
I'm working on—fuck, I don't know. I've lost count of how many times she's come, but I'm paying a lot of attention on the tender skin between her pussy and her ass. I'm on edge my damn self. My dick is hard again. I'm doing my best not to fuck a hole in the mattress as I grind against it to relieve some of the ache.
Whenever my mouth isn't full, I'm telling her how beautiful her pussy is. How her taste drives me fucking nuts. I can't get enough. I want to taste her come in my mouth always. I spill out every filthy thought I have as I slurp her. She's gone quiet. If not for the insistent tremor in her legs, I'd swear she's dead.
Finally she murmurs, “Sugar,” in a rush.
I lift my head. There are teeth imprints along her bottom lip, and she's not looking at me. I've broken her, and she's said the word. The coldness that sinks into me doesn't resemble victory.
Methodically, I start at her feet to release her. She shudders at that simple touch. I draw my hand back for a second, then try again. This time I do my best to not have any skin to skin to contact as I undo the rest.
The second she's free I stand next to the bed and let everything about her filter in. She's curled to her side, her face buried in my pillow. A sheen of sweat clings to every inch of her skin. Her hand is between her legs and she's holding her pussy protectively.
I squat near the head of the bed and as gently as I can, I ask, “Can I touch you, Robyn?”
She nods, but doesn't pull her face from the pillow. I settle in behind her and drag her close. Her gasp is sharp and deep when her back collides to my chest. I press my hand to her torso and turn my face into her hair. The warmth of my body should ground her as she comes down, and I wait.
She shifts her head, and the profile of her face is blank. For what I have just done, her face shouldn't be that stone cold. If she is floating on cloud nine, she should be exhausted or giddy.
This expression is something else. “She had cervical cancer before she met you. Did you know that?”
The question is a knife between my ribs. I bury my face in her hair. This question, any answer I give is pointless. The past cannot be undone. I know that, but she feels the need to tell me. She needs this for some reason I can't begin to fathom.
I ask, for her sake, “Is that why she was a NICU nurse?”
Her stomach muscles tense beneath my hand like I've hit her. “Yes,” she breathes. “They had to take everything.”
And that could explain why Broken Virgin's hair didn't have luster and why she was too pale. And why a man who worshiped her pussy would be the kind of man she'd fall for.
“Fuck,” I whisper into her hair.
Robyn is never going to let it go. I should have talked to Tarek. He would have given me advice on how to break things off easy with her. He'd probably move into my house if I asked him to restrain me if I even thought about going after her again.
She rolls over into me, and her mouth is on mine before I could protest. I'm drowning in the taste of her mouth and her pussy—in Robyn. I close my hands around her back and hold her. Just holding on as she pours everything she's feeling into me. It's too much. Nothing I want or would have asked for.
“Condom?” The word brushes along my mouth.
“Jeans pocket.”
I let her go long enough for her to tear open my jeans, release my cock then finally put the condom on.
“Rob—”
She impales herself on my dick. My next breath we're mouths again, kissing each other like we need it. She's on top, but my hold on her is too tight for her to move. I refuse to let the kiss go as I stroke inside her. I'm so wet from her. I'm a grunting beast again. I'm using every muscle to slam her off and on my cock. She takes the abuse with her hands cupped along my cheeks, never letting her tongue leave my mouth.
This time I swear when I come, we're done. I don't care if she's only wrapped in a bow. I don't care if she dips herself in chocolate and garnishes her pussy with cherries. I'm not doing this push and pull.
I pound inside her to get to that end goal as fast as I can. She beats me there, tugging my cock with every thrust. She breaks the kiss to scream my name. That's all I need. I swallow her name. I'm never going to say it. I'm done. There won't be another chance for her to shatter me.
But she collapses on top of me. I fist her hair and bring her mouth to mine. It's mine. I won't let us forget it. When I can tear my mouth away, we'll be done. I'm not doing this anymore.
*****
I wake up moaning. That's the first and immediate thing I notice. The second? Her mouth is riding up and down my cock. Her hands are massaging my balls. I've died, and this is hell. We fell asleep before I could kick her out, and this is payment for my stupidity.
Sunlight streams through my bedroom windows, which means I've slept past my alarm. She let me sleep. Apparently this time I'm the one who needed the rest.
Her hair is damp from a shower. She's made her white virginal dress strapless and somehow it's holding up as she bobs her head up and down.
I'm halfway to the finish line, and if I stand on my principles and stop her, I'm going to ninja kick the first person who greets me. I'm too deep in her throat to stop her anyway. She glances at me with her doe-shaped eyes and there's a satisfied gleam in them.
I don't fight the messy slurps, the softness of her tongue as she flicks the tip or the way her moans vibrate up my spine. I let her drag me back to hell with her.
~CHAPTER TEN~
“I can deliver the computer today,” I tell my first official client.
This is a good moment. If only Robyn wasn't sitting on my desk in my home office with her legs crossed at the knee. I slap at it playfully to get a better view, and she glares down at me.
“Are you sure?” the man sounds wary.
What he doesn't know is that all I have to do is change the RAM on one of the computers sitting in the corner. He's paying for labor I've already done, but this is business. The most he'll get, that'll take real work, is boxing the thing up.
“You're local. I'll drop it off for you. You can run through it while I'm there. If you're satisfied, you pay me. If not, I go away.”
“Sounds like a deal.”
We make arrangements to meet later in the day and end our call. Robyn's brows are up and I can see that she's impressed.
“I didn't know you could hold a normal conversation.”
She's such a smartass. “It's exhausting, but I manage.”
She braces herself with hands on the desk but keeps her legs crossed. “I don't believe you.”
Prickly smartass. “What was your favorite picture? In my living room?”
“What's yours?”
“The fishing one.”
Her eyes drift to side as she tries to remember. It's a picture of me and my Dad. We're both wearing those rubber overalls that go up to your forehead. It's a cliché thing. We're holding big fish and grinning for the camera.
“My mother took the picture. She caught the biggest fish but she was proud of her Georgia boys.” I smile, remembering. “I miss home when I look at it.”
“Why'd you leave?”
I run a hand down my mouth because that's a hard one. Everyone expected me to step into the shoes my father had left behind. “Too much tradition. Too many expectations.”
“You couldn't be a fuckboy, so you left?”
I laugh at her laser focus. She refuses to relent at my own fuckeduppedness. That's a real word. You can use it in Scrabble. “I could have been the governor of fuckboys. Georgia was muggy hot. My mother would have wanted me to take her to luncheons and shit. I got a taste of California and loved it. My real friends were here. It was a no-brainer
to come back.”
“Come back?”
Right. I met Broken Virgin soon after my father's death. I didn't talk about him or my mother much. “I spent some time in Georgia after my father passed. My mother needed a hand around the house before she found her sea legs without him.”
She gasps then swallows. “I'm sorry to hear about your dad.”
I focus on her knee. “Thanks.”
She runs her finger over my mouth. I nip at the tip.
She asks, “Are you slowly dying after having to be normal for like five minutes?”
I like her. A lot. “I need to change out the RAM and get going.” I consider my options, and there's only one for me. “I'll order you another dress from Amazon. And panties. They can use the drone to get both items here in twenty minutes. I can't concentrate if you're not wearing any.”
She's quiet, then she murmurs, “You want me to go with you?”
I'm not going to let the softness in her tone get to me. “Yes. Unless you have to work.”
Her gaze shifts away from mine. “My boss is...very understanding.”
That's cryptic. “Huh.”
“Where else do you need to go?”
She was dropping it. So was I. “I also need to hit the gym. I'm sure Tarek has called my phone fifty times by now.” I steal a glance. Her expression is open again.
“Why didn't you go to the gym?”
“I slept in.” Then she sucked my brain out through my cock. Those words didn't need to be said.
She smiles anyway like I did. “Stop buying me stuff. I'm starting to feel like an escort.”
I shrug. “Go home and be back within an hour.”
She slides off the desk then bends down to leave a kiss on my cheek. It's sweet. I hate her a little for it and the way my heart speeds up. Then she's sliding past me out of the office door. I do my best to not tackle her to the floor because my cock is in love with that virginal white dress.