by Nikki Sloane
Did she even know she’d assumed the perfect submissive pose?
“Stay exactly like that.” It came out gruff, not because of her, but at my annoyance of having to leave her for a single second.
My feet pounded the floor into my kitchen, and I moved with precision. The glass was abandoned in the sink. New tumbler pulled down. More ice. Three fingers of bourbon this time.
I hadn’t wanted to leave, but coming back to her waiting like this made it all worth it. Her tiny toes peeked out from beneath her pink stained bottom. The length of her spine called my gaze upward. I could easily undo the bra band and set her magnificent tits free, but I liked teasing both of us.
Ice tinkled in my glass, alerting her to my presence, and her posture straightened.
“You’re going to play with yourself,” I said, “while I watch and finish my drink.”
Ruby put a hand on the floor and tried to stand, but I was ready to stop her with a firm grip on her shoulder. She peered up at me, stunned. “Here?” Her gaze flitted to the bed. “I thought—”
“No.” My tone was strict. “You think you’ve earned the privilege of getting in my bed, after spilling my drink?”
Tonight was as much of a performance as closing arguments in a jury trial could be.
There was a battle going on in her head. The war between the lawyer who wanted to argue the spilled drink was not her fault but mine, and the submissive who wanted to be good and please. Her chest lifted as she sucked in a breath, and she slowly pressed her hand between her legs.
Fuck, yes.
“On your back,” I ordered. “Your head toward me.”
Even the way she moved was sexy. Her hands slipped under her hair and she spread it out like a puddle of silk around her. I stood with my feet parallel to her shoulders, peering down at her as she stared up at me. Her knees were up and together, her feet flat on the carpet.
I put my glass to my lips and drew the cold liquid in, letting it linger on my taste buds before swallowing it down. Then I demanded it in a voice which only seemed to come out with her. Dark, and absolute. “Spread.”
Her back bowed upward as she stepped her feet apart. My gaze didn’t waver from hers, and although I couldn’t see everything she was doing to herself, it didn’t matter. Her expressive face gave it all away. Pleasure turned her eyes a darker shade of blue.
My command was to play with herself, but I didn’t say where specifically, and it pleased me she understood the distinction. One of Ruby’s hands slid down her stomach and between her legs, while the other rubbed over her lace-covered breasts. She teased and plucked at her nipples while the hand below her waist stirred, and I enjoyed from my high vantage point. How sharp the points of her nipples were, and how wet and ready her pussy was for me.
It was crazy how powerful I felt with her lying at my feet, writhing before me. How did I get this lucky?
The plan was to finish my drink, but when her fingers slipped inside her bra to grip her breast, I couldn’t wait any longer. I set my glass down with a loud bang and reached out, offering to help her up. “Fuck, come here.”
She grasped my arm and let me haul her to her feet, and I descended on her. I groped, dove my hands under her bra straps and tore them down over her shoulders as my mouth sealed over hers. Our tongues tangled with each other.
She was greedy for the kiss I’d denied her before, and I matched her urgency. Our lips moved together, fucking each other’s mouth. Our kiss was hot, wet, and dirty. But I needed my mouth on her flesh that I’d kept hidden from myself.
I missed the taste of her skin.
She’d barely unhooked her bra before I hurled her onto the bed, receiving a sound from her like “omphf.” She scrambled backward, making room for me to join her or climb on top of her naked body. Being fully clothed while she was completely bare was a way for her to see my domination. She was exposed and vulnerable, in theory. However, in actual practice, her gorgeous naked body made me weak.
My shoes came off in a hurry, thudding to the floor, followed immediately by my socks.
I placed one hand on the bed beside her, a knee between her parted legs, and leaned down so I could bury my face in her tits. So soft, warm, and delicious. She smelled like sugar and vanilla. I circled my tongue over her hard nipple then flicked it back and forth.
Soft cries echoed in my ears when I squeezed her breast with a firm hand, bit down, and drew away, pulling her nipple with my teeth. Ruby’s fingers were in my hair, raking gently down my neck, tugging at my sweater.
“Kyle,” she whined with so much need, it was like she was aching. Desperate for me.
I reached behind my back, grabbed a fistful of wool, and yanked both the sweater and undershirt off in one swift move, hurling them to the floor. Then I was right back on her, sucking, licking, and nibbling. I nipped a line from one breast to the other while she squirmed and tried to grind her lower body against my stomach, determined to get friction against her pussy.
Wedging my hand between our bodies, I moved my fingers down until I made contact with her clit. A bolt of lightning must have gone through her. She arched up violently, her head flung back, and she nearly knocked my teeth together.
“Oh!”
I grinned to myself and put the hard bud between two fingers. She was slick and trembling, and her moans swelled as I forked my fingers back and forth. Giving her some pleasure, but not all of it.
“I want your fingers inside me.” It was so rushed, it was a blur of words.
“What?” I teased. This time I circled the pads of my fingertips, delivering maximum sensation and unleashing an enormous sigh from her. My tone was evil. “These fingers?”
“Yes,” she hissed. Her nails clawed into my back.
As I speared my middle two deep inside her pussy, I clamped my lips tight around her nipple and sucked hard enough to hollow my cheeks.
“Fuck, fuck!” Her hands flew over her head and she gripped fistfuls of the comforter while her hips lifted off the bed. “Oh, God, yes.”
It rang out like a sob of relief and shot straight to my dick. Lust for her clouded my thoughts, and pent-up tension tightened my muscles until they were cords pulled taut. I pumped once, then twice, curious how high up off the bed she’d go to try to keep my fingers inside her. Her face twisted like she was in agony, but it clearly wasn’t.
I had no choice but to leave her dangling on the cusp of orgasm. I wasn’t trying to be cruel, but I wanted us to find that moment of pleasure together. It was a partnership, after all. When I withdrew my fingers, she collapsed on the comforter and glared daggers at me.
The bed rocked gently as I backed off and put my hands on my belt.
Ruby’s anger shifted to delight as I unlatched the buckle, and her delight froze as I pulled the belt free from the loops with a sliding noise. In a heartbeat, she had her knees closed and was propped up on her elbows, anxiety painting her face.
I raised an eyebrow. “You marked this on your list.”
She swallowed a breath and seemed to falter. “I did.”
Her apprehension was obvious as I folded the belt in half, but I steeled my voice. “On your stomach.”
Could she see in my eyes what I was trying to communicate? Trust me, Ruby. I’m not going to hurt you. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly rolled over. Her arms stretched out before her as she pressed her face against the comforter, bracing for a lashing.
I undid the button of my jeans, unzipped, and tugged everything down, stepping out of my pants while holding the belt. My dick bounced painfully free, so hard I didn’t even want to stroke it. I stared at her lying across my bed, her body parallel to my headboard, and I let the end of the belt drop free from my grip.
My goal tonight wasn’t to check this box off her list, but to keep her guessing. “Your ass is starting to lose the color I put on it. Can’t have that.”
She took in a shuddering breath, but didn’t protest. Her willingness was crazy, and I was dizzy from the level of
trust and power she handed to me. It almost made me break.
For the second time, I ordered myself to focus.
I slapped my hand on her ass, and even though this one was less intense than any of the others I’d given her, she jolted more than ever, expecting the bite of leather. She pulled her elbows toward her shoulders and pushed up on her bent arms, turning over her shoulder to look at me with surprise.
I glided my palm down from where I’d spanked her, over her thigh, and cupped the back of her knee. Then I pushed up. She misunderstood, and tried to get up on all fours, but I spanked her again. She fell back down on her stomach as I forced her to bend her knee and separate her legs, all the way until her knee was by her elbow.
Now it was time for the belt.
I pushed the end under her bent knee and elbow, threaded it through the buckle, and pulled the loop closed, binding her leg to her arm with a jerk.
“Oh my God.” She seemed to approve.
I rolled my fist on the belt, keeping it tight, and climbed onto the bed. As I straddled her straight leg, she excitedly gulped for air, and gazed at me with big eyes. I shifted on my knees, bringing the tip of my cock right against her slit, and I teased both of us with two long passes between her folds.
Jesus. Her soft skin on mine was heaven.
“Do you feel how wet I am?” she said. “Shit, Kyle. You turn me on so, fucking, much.”
And I was done for.
I thrust my hips forward, sliding straight and true until I was all the way inside her.
Chapter
TWENTY-TWO
RUBY
Sweet relief took over as Kyle filled me. There was no way it had been just this afternoon when he’d had me coming all over his desk. It felt like I’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment.
Fuuuuuck.
His thick cock pressed in, and it pushed away my ability to think. I couldn’t do anything but lie there, take it, and love every second. The skin on my ass seared like a hundred sunburns when his warm hips flattened against it, but I groaned in enjoyment.
His expression was raw, but his movements were deliberate. His pace crawled as he watched his dick’s slippery slide in and out of me.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. I had to breathe in and out through my clenched teeth. It felt so good—
No, don’t come yet! It was way too soon.
He tugged on the belt in his hold, tightening the strap around my thigh and arm. “No coming yet.”
Good lord, could he read my mind? I panted as he worked his thick cock deep inside me. No, I realized. He couldn’t read my thoughts; he could read my signals. He knew exactly what I sounded like when I got close. We’d had so much practice together, but it hadn’t been anything like tonight.
Those had been mock trials. Tonight was the real fucking deal.
He exhaled loudly as he moved faster, and I curled my hands into fists. The bed beneath us didn’t make a sound, but I made up for it. I cried out with bliss as he established the perfect tempo to undo me. I couldn’t keep my shit together.
“Oh, yeah,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, I love your dick.”
There was a deep chuckle from him, and his hand cracked against my ass as a reward. He didn’t drop his rhythm, either. Just kept plowing into me.
“Yeah,” I babbled. “Give it to me.”
Before him, I’d been silent during sex. I’d let the naughty words run in my head, but never dared to speak them. The first night we’d been together, I had been shy, but Kyle had come into my bed like a freight train. Unstoppable, loud, and dirty.
I’d probably cringe if a transcriptionist read back to me all the things I said during sex with him. I was aware I sounded like a porn star, but it wasn’t rehearsed. I meant whatever I said. And strangely, the dirty talk went mute after him, too. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it until it came roaring back on New Year’s Eve.
Kyle’s hand gripped the nape of my neck and eased me down so my cheekbone was flat against the bed. His dominance was . . . amazing. Spectacular. I’d always thought I’d be into it, but this was so beyond what I’d expected.
And it was only the first night.
What would he do to me with a week? A month? Even a year—
Don’t get stupid, my heart warned. This would be over in a few sessions. I could avoid getting attached if we had a limited run, but long term would be impossible. He’d spelled it out in concise language how this wasn’t a relationship, and he wasn’t going to offer more. Goddamn him. I wasn’t interested in that either, not until he took the option away from me.
His hand on the back of my neck drifted over my shoulder and along my arm that wasn’t tethered under his belt. Soft skin, damp with sweat, pressed against my back as Kyle leaned over me. His fingers continued their path along my forearm and curled around my wrist.
Shackling me.
God, I loved it. The shift in position allowed him to put his lips to my ear and fill it with the sound of his rasping breath. The stubble of his short beard tickled across my sensitive skin.
I shivered.
Goosebumps rose on my legs, even though I was hot.
His thrusts weren’t as quick now, but it allowed him to move much deeper. Heat spiraled up my legs and built like an inferno in my core. There was more contact, more pleasure. If I had use of either hand, I would have pushed one between the bed and my body, and touched myself until I came. I was so greedy for release.
“Yeah, you like that?” he said in a low voice, and I could feel his lips moving against the shell of my ear. “When my cock’s so hard and deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, my eyes slamming shut.
“Me, too.” He left a damp trail as he licked the side of my face, and then sucked on my neck. It focused my need into a sharp, white-hot point between my legs, right where he was pumping into me.
Time suspended.
His hand clasping my wrist began to move. It worked upward and he laced his fingers through mine. Still holding me down, but more as a partnership. He couldn’t get his hand back now unless I released him, too.
I turned my head into his kiss, and everything tilted on its side. Lust morphed into passion, so thick we were doomed. Even when I had to break the kiss to gasp for breath, he was there, dropping kisses on my cheeks or the corner of my mouth.
“God, Ruby,” he whispered.
My body clenched and shuddered at the sound of my name in his sexy voice. It was hopeless, I couldn’t hold off any longer. “Can I come?”
“Mm hmm,” he mumbled, still kissing me.
My orgasms were like running down a steep hill. They started off slow, but as they picked up speed, control fell away and I had no choice but to surrender to what was happening. I was just along for the ride, a passenger in my own body, and it was exhilarating.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God . . .”
Pleasure burst through me, making everything tingle like pins and needles, but in a good way. I convulsed, flinching and contracting with each powerful wave. The ecstasy wiped from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes at the speed of light, and then it lingered.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming.” His voice was hurried and excited.
I let out an inaudible scream. He’d built the orgasm up in me so much, it went next-level. My legs were trembling. My lungs wouldn’t work. I struggled against my bonds, one leather and one made of flesh, trying to find something to cling to. I squeezed our fingers together so tightly, it had to hurt.
Kyle’s thrusts were erratic.
His chest, pressed to my back, hardened right along with his grip on my hand. Even the muscles in his forearm flexed and strained. My orgasm’s hold began to release me right as he seemed to find his.
He let out a deep, loud groan. Then came the slew of swear words as he climaxed. Most of the time he chanted fuck, but tonight he added in a Goddamnit. His movements jerked to a stop, and he pulsed. Each throb inside me filled me with heat and a pleasurable sensation I wanted
to go on and on.
It didn’t, though.
His eruption faded and, as he softened into me, his grip on the belt relaxed. He let me free there, but his hand remained clasping mine. I was still trapped under him, but nowhere was I more captive than I was by his mouth. His languid kiss was a prison I’d willingly stepped into and pulled the door closed behind me. I was eager to be his.
Just sexually, my mind pointed out. You won’t be his again.
His persuasive mouth, not his crushing weight, got me to stay beneath him. Even though our lust had been sated, I wanted to keep kissing him. He showed no desire to leave me, either. His lips pressed against mine. Slow and gentle.
It sent my head spinning.
Remaining like this was dangerous. When the kiss ended, I squirmed, showing him I needed up. He slid out of me and rolled onto his side, taking his heat away, and instantly I regretted the decision. My dumb heart wanted him close.
Fuck, all the more reason to get out of his bed and go home.
“Everything okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah.” I freed myself completely from the belt, climbed off the bed, and shuffled through the dark doorway I assumed was the bathroom.
It was.
When I was done, I leaned against the doorframe and gazed at him. Kyle was sitting back against the headboard, the covers over his lap.
“Let’s try this again. Everything okay?” His tone was light, but his eyes couldn’t hide he was concerned. I’d been in the restroom a while, spending a little time examining the interesting marks he’d left on me, and a lot of time mentally preparing myself. I needed to put distance between us, like, yesterday.
“It’s fine,” I said.
He treated me to his blank expression, disguising the thoughts going on in his head. “Mind bringing me my drink when you come to bed?”
I crossed my arms under my breasts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”