BreakMeIn

by Sara Brookes

  Elena’s hand swept over his back, curling against his nape. “Relax, Alexander. You’ll be more comfortable if you just let it all go.” Trusting her again, he did as instructed. The item slipped past the resistance, pushing inside him fully before coming to a rest.

  A wave of pleasure swept up his spine, radiating out with a warmth he’d only come to know because of Elena. “My toy is going to ride your ass so hard and deep you won’t know where you end and it begins, Alexander.”

  As if on cue the device moved, withdrawing just as slowly as it entered. He hauled in a breath, blowing it out slowly as it plunged deliberately into him again, sliding over the highly sensitive bundle of nerves she’d manipulated earlier. Awakening them again, but this time with a different sensation.

  Holy shit.

  He’d never felt anything so erotic in his life. Had never wanted anything more in his life. His head dropped as he accepted her gift of dominance.

  The item stopped moving, pausing before pushing inside him again and again and again. His hands tightened around the chains holding him in place, using them for a counterbalance as his body accepted the shaft.

  The club faded into the background as he moved. For him there was only Elena.

  Her touch.

  Her attention.

  As the item continued to move inside him he hadn’t expected to enjoy the machine. Fire burned through him adding to the pleasure coursing through his body, wrapping around the ring cuffing his dick. The ring tightened even more as his erection thickened with an approaching climax.

  Pleasure raced through him, charging his nerves as the pace increased. As he struggled to keep up. It felt as though something feral and harsh was tearing at his skin, demanding release. His cock strained against the ring, pulsing with a consuming energy he didn’t want to cease.

  She dipped under the metal slat, her hair skimming across his forearm. “Someday you will beg me to wear a plug for the whole day just so you can do this.”

  God yes, now, let me beg you for the privilege now.

  He rode the thing shoving into his ass, over and over, enjoying the sounds of his pleasure. Enjoying every moment she gifted him with, knowing he was doing this for her just as much as himself.

  “Do you enjoy being front and center before a crowd, your cock straining away from your body seeking relief as you fuck my machine?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “The way you’re fucking yourself says you do. You’re the one controlling the moment, Alexander. No one else.” She tapped her finger against the tip of his straining erection, sending a wave of euphoria through the lower half of his body. “This right here also says different.”

  Grabbing the chains, he froze, using the bite of the harsh metal to ground him. He met her gaze, holding it even when she sunk lower and leveled a glare at him. “Because of you. Not them.” His words were sharp, bitten off through clenched teeth as he fought to maintain his composure.

  “Flattery won’t get you what you want.”

  “I disagree. I only want to please you.” The machine drove up into him, causing a quiet hiss to spill from his lips. It seemed just as determined as she was to shatter his control.

  She reached between his legs, wrapping her hand around his cock. Almost immediately her pace matched the machine’s. “You can please me by giving them what they came to see tonight.”

  Unable to hold back any longer, the orgasm burst from him, his scream of release lofting to the rafters high overhead. His hips pumped uncontrollably, his thighs burning and straining as he drove up and down on the shaft rapidly working in and out of him. Elena’s fist continued to pull hot spurts of cum from him, spilling all over her hand and leather-encased wrist.

  High on the euphoria, his body sagged in the restraints. Exquisite pleasure rippled through him, his head filled with a fog. Through the smoky haze, he watched her unscrew the dildo from the pole she’d attached it to and slip the small toy into a clear plastic bag.

  Startled by the size of the object he nearly choked. “Christ, I thought it was bigger.”

  “Did you? Or was it your mind telling you it was bigger?”

  “It certainly felt huge every time it shoved up inside me.”

  She smiled as she patted his shoulder. “Large is only a matter of perception. Since you’re still a newbie to anal play this was just fine for tonight.”

  He understood what she meant about begging to wear a plug for her. He wouldn’t hesitate to do so now without a second thought. The powerful release was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

  He already wanted to experience it again. If his body wasn’t already spent to begin with. The emotional and physical release had taken their toll on him, blindsiding him so powerfully he wasn’t sure he would ever recover.

  Someone appeared from the crowd, helping Elena position the chocks under the front of the frame again. The restraints were released and he stumbled forward before two pairs of strong hands closed around his shoulders. Looking up, he saw Liam and Chaplin had caught him before he pitched forward.

  He felt like a limp noodle. Loose and warm.

  Elena’s hand swept over his jaw, her mouth brushing a soft kiss against his trembling lips. “Gorgeous.” She kissed him again. “Simply gorgeous, Alex. Can you please help him to the sitting area while I clean up?”

  Elena finished cleaning the stage and pushing aside her equipment and found Alex sitting on the couch, a bemused expression lighting his eyes. Her body was buzzing from the euphoria of the scene and more than likely, her own expression matched his.

  “Feeling okay?”

  “More than. Come sit with me, Elena.”

  It appeared as though he would topple over at any second. She sat beside him, tapping on his shoulder. She helped him stretch out on the couch, pulling a thin blanket over his still-trembling form as she guided his head to rest on her lap.

  Looking down at him, his eyes were closed and his lips were curled up at the edges. Damn if he didn’t look well and truly satisfied. “As content as a cat with a warm bowl of milk.”

  He groaned quietly as her fingers trailed through his sweat-dampened hair. “You know, when I starting learning I had an interest in all this, submitting wouldn’t have been at the top of my list. Probably the last thing I would have thought about. But fucking-A that was amazing. I feel amazing. You’re amazing.”

  She felt heat creep across her cheeks at the last statement. Though she knew it was the endorphins flooding his system she liked hearing him talk so lovingly to her. “It surprises a lot of people. I think because normal societal attitudes are toward men being the stronger sex. Men aren’t supposed to want things like what I just did.”

  “Strong has nothing to do with this as I’ve come to discover.”

  She was glad he had. “Sometimes you don’t always know the path when you start out. I’ve known a few people who switch. A girl I knew in college who was a Domme is now a 24/7 slave. She and her Master are quite happy from what I last heard.”

  “A year ago what you just said would have freaked me out. Hell, what you just did to me would have sent me running away as fast as possible. I think when I condemned Patrick it was Vivian’s opinion coloring my outlook and I was too lazy to take the time to form my own opinion.”

  “Possible.” Chaplin walked by with Heather in tow still on her hands and knees. He paused for a moment, tipping an imaginary hat toward her. A gesture of accord. She would be allowed back in the club, her slate wiped clean because Alex had done this for her.

  “Elena?”

  “Sorry. I was saying she was your wife. You could have naturally taken her thoughts and ideals as your own without thinking about it.”

  “I think I was so used to my father running my life I just naturally fell into the same pattern with Vivian. So I don’t understand…this.” He waved a hand toward the stage they’d just been on.

  “You feel as if submitting is giving up control. Yet, you have it.”
r />   “Exactly. It makes no sense. I feel like it should, but it doesn’t.”

  “A lot of things in life don’t make sense. Some things we aren’t meant to understand. Do you feel the same sense, the same confusion, when I have you tied up and coming?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t question.” She passed her hand down his sweaty torso, enjoying the feeling of those healthy muscles under her palm. “Just enjoy.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Beth rubbed her hands over her now-flat belly, sighing deeply as she propped her feet on a low stool. “Oh this feels like heaven.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “You would think with all the damn time I spend feeding and changing this kid he would sleep more. But noooo. Let’s pretend Mom and Dad’s bed is a bounce house at three in the morning.” She thanked Allison as she handed her a frosty glass of lemonade. “You guys are spoiling me.”

  “As any good friends would do.” Genevieve set a cinnamon scone in Beth’s hand before placing the platter on the table. “So what hot-stuff muscle mass are we watching tonight?”

  “Fast guys and even faster cars.” Allison held up an artfully arranged fan of DVD cases. “It’s a Fast and Furious marathon, ladies. Get ready to get your Vin and Paul on.”

  “I think I just orgasmed.” The group snorted at Genevieve’s comment. They’d watched these movies so many times they had more than just the script memorized. They knew every engine rev and every moment those bulging biceps would be visible on the screen.

  Elena sipped her lemonade as Allison popped the first disc into the player. The acidic taste of the lemons was a perfect complement to the summer night air shifting through the trees.

  It felt good to kick back and relax with her girlfriends. She’d spent so much time working on her latest piece and focusing on Alex’s training she’d forgotten the simple joy of female conversation and eye-candy movies.

  Allison plopped onto the swing beside her. “Hey, no heavy thinking tonight. You’ll survive one night without Alex.”

  “Excuse me?” Genevieve looked offended. “You two are dating?”

  Beth smirked. “Well now a few things make perfect sense. You’ve been holding out on me, old friend.”

  “Oh stop it, I have not.” She pointed an accusatory finger toward Genevieve. “And you. You’re just too busy with your handsome new husband to pay attention to anything else.”

  Genevieve sighed as she curled up near Beth’s feet. “Still haven’t gotten used to marriage. To him. And by god I hope I never do. Everything is so new and shiny.”

  “First time I’ve ever heard of heavy, sweaty newlywed sex referred to as new and shiny. And Alex and I aren’t dating.”

  “You’re just fucking,” Beth chimed in.

  “I can see motherhood has done nothing to clean up your mouth.”

  Beth grinned as she tugged on the hem of her Shermer High School shirt. “Have to get it out now while I can. Once this kid can start talking, it’s all angel, all the time for me. Besides, I still haven’t been cleared for sex yet. Consider yourself my role model. I have to live variously through your lurid stories.”

  “Sure you want to spend the night staring at your movie husband then?”

  Beth gestured to the screen where the previews had started. “Best action I’ll get for the next few months because the doctor doesn’t want me to overstress myself. Having Mal took a toll on my body and she wants to make sure I recover and can pump out a few more.”

  “Yet you’re here.”

  “It’s always the little things with you, isn’t it? I’m sitting. My feet are up. I’m relaxing. There. Doctor’s orders fulfilled. Done.” Beth waved a finger at Elena, signaling she clearly wasn’t going to let her get away with this so easily. “You. Alex. Fucking. Go.”

  “Such an eloquent mouth. I’m just helping Alex find something he is sure he’s looking for. Once he either has that or doesn’t—poof. Done.”

  “And you know as well as I do you’re talking semantics.” Genevieve added her own finger-wagging. “Plenty of ways to fuck without intercourse. Fingers. Tongues. Toys.”

  “Here I thought you weren’t listening during sex education.”

  “You know I’m right.”

  Elena folded her legs underneath her. Clearly her friends weren’t going to let her get away with a simple, dismissive explanation. And why should they? She’d given them enough crap whenever they’d gotten together other times like this. But she wasn’t going to concede easily. No reason they couldn’t work for it. “We tried. Once. Back before he left for treatment. Talk about miserable failure. Not really interested in a repeat performance.”

  “Oh bullfrakingshit.”

  Leave it to Allison to get creative with her swears. “Did you three plan your verbal assaults? Look, Alex and I are friends. I have a unique skill set to help him out. I am. Nothing more.”

  “And you like him. Stare daggers all you want, Elena. I listened to you talk about him enough. I’ve seen how you look at him since the divorce. Since you agreed to take him on as your submissive. That is not the actions of someone who doesn’t have an emotional investment in the situation.”

  “With all the teenage angst flowing from you guys I feel as though I’ve taken the starring role in a John Hughes movie. So he’s easy on the eyes. Not as though Patrick, Ryan and Tony aren’t anything to shake a stick at either.”

  “Bullshit.” Beth this time.

  Elena rolled her eyes. “If this is how the night is going to go I’ll go grab a pack of cards and we could actually play Bullshit. Maybe I could actually make some money off you guys. I don’t understand why I’m being attacked. Aren’t we here to watch movies? Not examine the finer points of Elena Mitchell’s lack of a sex life?”

  “You know you’re attracted to him.”

  “Yes, of course I am. There’s no denial there. I may have had a small crush on him back in high school and college but I’m way past there. We’re too good of friends. He married Vivian. When it didn’t work out he turned to me because their sex life wasn’t exactly what you would call active. He needs what I can offer as a Domme. Things end between us.”

  “Wow.” Allison shifted, facing Genevieve and Beth, her eyes wide. “She actually believes her own line of crap. A first I think.”

  “Oh come on. There is nothing going on between us aside from what happens at Sanctuary.”

  “And the club.”

  Damn Genevieve.

  Elena straightened her shoulders and pressed Play on the remote. Almost immediately Allison jerked it away. “What happened at the club?” When Elena remained silent Allison turned to Genevieve. “What happened?”

  “She’s bossy.”

  Elena smirked. “Exactly what Patrick needs from time to time.”

  Genevieve pulled her hair down from the bun she habitually kept it in, shaking her long brown locks so they fell well past her shoulders. “All I know is hearsay. I wasn’t there to witness the event as I was catering then. But our friend in denial here gave a stunning presentation with a manually operated fucking machine mounted to a custom frame. And a certain gentleman.”

  “It wasn’t a presentation.” She swallowed hard, remembering. But it certainly was a gorgeous sight. She filled them in on the events leading up to Alex’s atonement, knowing she had their full attention. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I actually enjoyed it. I fed off his reaction. The club atmosphere isn’t for him, we both agree, but he…came alive on the stage. I’ve never seen anything so…fucking spectacular.”

  “You can try to remain cool and aloof about this whole arrangement with Alex, but we can hear it in your voice. You need to tell him you have feelings for him.”

  “I can’t.” She squeezed Beth’s hand even though she was right. “I wish I could, but he’s still healing from his divorce. I have no right to butt in and force him to deal with my silly notions. He didn’t ask for love.”

  “Th
ey aren’t silly. And it’s been two years. If he wasn’t ready I don’t think he would have asked you to help him.”

  “He never asked for me to toss my feelings at him. I’ve had a very long time to come to terms with how I feel. I can’t do that to him.” When Allison opened her mouth Elena shot her a stern glare. “I won’t. I love him so much that I can’t tell him how I feel. Okay? End of story.”

  It had been so long since she’d trusted a man enough to give him a piece of her. Too long. With their closeness it wasn’t surprising she felt this way. Every time he was near she wanted more. More of him. More of how she felt when she was around him.

  Seemed as though Elena Mitchell had developed an addiction of her own.

  * * * * *

  Elena stared at the intersecting lines on her screen until they blurred. A potential customer had contacted her for a special project. As a result of his inquiry he’d given her a tight deadline. She wasn’t opposed to working under pressure, but for some reason the ideas in her head weren’t translating onto paper as well as she wanted them to.

  She’d been blocked this way before so she knew the best action was to simply call it a day and walk away from the trouble. She could wander over to Dade’s workshop and shoot the breeze with him for a while. But he’d just tell her to go back to the drawing board because he was confident in her abilities even if she wasn’t.

  At least someone has faith in me.

  Frustrated because she couldn’t seem to get past the immoveable wall, she saved the file. Rubbing her burning eyes, she pushed away from the electronic drawing tablet. She rotated her wrist to loosen tight muscles cramped from holding the three-dimensional mouse. If someone could invent a way to take the image in her mind and simply make it appear in the drawing program she would bow and kiss their feet.

  Well, not as though she did such a thing. The majority of the time someone was on their knees kissing her feet. The thought caused her to smile and gave her the ability to push away the annoyance churning through her brain.