by Opal Carew
I wailed my displeasure when he knelt up and slowly undid his tie and then his shirt and then his belt. But then I stopped because he unzipped his fly and I got my first sight of his wet cock tangled in the elastic of his boxers, and I forgave him everything.
He eased on a condom and then rose over me, one hand guiding his shaft deep inside me and, oh fuck, I screamed then, because he was everything I’d thought he’d be and more. He was so damn fit that he pistoned in and out of me with superb ease until I was just a come machine, my cunt taking every driving thrust and loving it. I held on to his shoulders my nails digging into his skin until he started to lose his smooth rhythm and just fucked me so hard the whole couch shook.
He climaxed and his whole body shuddered with the force of it. I was vaguely aware of him collapsing over me, and then I just lay still, my brain trying to catch up and process what had just happened.
With a sigh, he rolled over onto his back and lay next to me. After a few minutes, when he still hadn’t said anything, I levered myself on one elbow and stared down at his calm face. A sense of unease fisted in my chest.
“I assume that didn’t work for you, Alex?”
He stared back at me. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you look so…fricking bored.”
He put one hand behind his head and considered me. “How would you like me to look?”
“Like I’d screwed your brains out!” I pushed at his chest and disengaged myself from his warmth. “Did you say they were sending our dinner up? I’ll take mine to go, if that’s okay.”
I scrambled off the chair and started looking for my bra and panties.
“It was good sex.” His quiet voice came from behind me, but I’d found my panties and I was busy putting them on. “The question is, was it good enough for you? Is it what you want?”
I stopped with my panties halfway up my legs. “Why would you think I’d want anything else?”
“You told me you liked to be dominated.”
“Well you certainly didn’t do that.”
“Why are you getting so defensive?”
“Because I hate underperforming.”
“Such a perfectionist.” His quiet chuckle enraged me even further. “I bet you came first in everything you ever attempted.”
“Not everything, but I came pretty damn close.” I looked back at the chair where he was now sitting, hands planted on either side of him. “It’s okay if I’m not your type. I get it.”
“But I suspect you are my type, but you have to tell me exactly what you want.”
“You already said you wouldn’t tie me up or anything, so I guess we’re at an impasse.” I found my bra and wiggled into it. “As for what just happened. I just wanted sex.”
“Vanilla sex.”
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?”
“Because from what you said. I don’t think it excites you any more than it does me.”
“I was pretty damn excited. Or didn’t you notice?”
“That’s the interesting part. You were so ready to come, I wonder what you were really hoping for. Why you were so primed to get off.”
I put my hands on my hips. “What is this? Sex 101? Are we on T.V. or something?”
“I love a woman who comes fast and often.”
“Then I suppose I did one thing right.” I scanned the room. “Now where’s my dress?”
He got off the chair and advanced slowly toward me.
“I don’t think you should go yet.” I couldn’t move. I just stood there and let him come real close. He reached out a hand and squeezed my nipple hard. “We’ve only just begun.”
Something in his tone made me want to either run away as fast as I could, or get down on my knees and kiss his feet. Neither option appealed to me. He pinched my nipple again, harder this time jerking me toward him.
“Take your bra off.”
I did.
He guided me back onto the couch and knelt between my legs.
“Put your hands on the arms of the chair and keep them there.”
He cupped my breasts and played with them, his teeth nipping and his tongue stroking until my nipples were hard and so sensitive I almost wanted to ask him to stop.
But I couldn’t.
He licked and sucked and played until I was lifting my hips out of the chair, trying to latch onto some part of his body so that I could rub myself to a climax. I just couldn’t get close enough, and he damn well knew it. It didn’t occur to me to disobey him and move my hands and grab him by the hair and force him to do what I wanted.
He finally kissed his way up to my mouth and started exploring me there, his tongue plunging and wet, and his teeth sharp until my lips were as sensitive as my tits.
“Fuck me,” I murmured against his mouth.
“No.”
He nuzzled my jaw and then dropped his head down to my breasts again. I stiffened as he tongued one of my nipples and then sucked it into his mouth making me nearly leap out of the seat. It felt like a hot wire led straight down from my nipple to my cunt. I was wet, my panties sticking to me, my clit swollen and needy from where he’d had me before.
I almost cried with relief when he peeled off my panties and dropped his head between my thighs. His tongue circled my clit sucking and licking until the sensations became too much. I tried to pull away, but he caught the delicate skin in his teeth and I went still. His thumb slid over my wet slit slicking the moisture down toward my ass and he penetrated me there, the thickness of his thumb a blunt reminder of his restraint.
“Please,” I whispered.
“What do you want?” He murmured the words against my thigh.
“Make me come.”
“No.”
Keeping his thumb inside my ass, he tilted my hips and his tongue stroked over my opening and then he retreated to play with my plump lips with his teeth.
I was writhing in the chair now, desperate for something more and yet all too aware that he’d already given me something that I didn’t want to accept—something that made me sit there and just take what he was doling out. I shoved at his chest.
“Stop!”
He immediately retreated and watched as I fumbled my way out of the chair. My legs were shaking and I was so wired I wanted to…
He smiled that calm smile. “Who needs to use restraints? You did exactly what I ordered you to do without me having to tie you up or beat you.” He shrugged. “I told you I would be too much for you.”
“You bastard!”
I went for him with my claws, my teeth ready to bite and nip and make him feel one hundredth of what he’d done to me.
He allowed me one slap and then held my wrists keeping me at arm’s length. I kicked and screeched and called him every foul name I could think of until there was nothing left in me, and I just stood there locked in his gaze, trembling like a trapped bird.
“Sit down.”
I stared at him in total incomprehension and then my legs folded of their own accord and I was suddenly looking up at those cold blue eyes which were so calm, so knowing, so… He dropped down to his knees again and cupped my breasts before lowering his head and starting on my nipple.
“Now let’s try this again.”
Pleasure receded and something else took its place, something hot and dark that drew me out of myself, made me want to float away and experience how close to the edge I’d come. Could I let go? Would I? What if I had no choice?
I lost touch with what was, and only experienced what he wanted me to feel, which was a red hot haze of something, as he touched and licked and bit me everywhere, but where I wanted him. But then I forgot even that because other things became so important. The brush of his stubble on my thigh, the flick of his tongue against my clit and the tug of his teeth over my most intimate flesh.
I’m not sure how long it was after he stopped touching me before I could summon the energy to look at him and saw him watching me, waiting for me to pay attention.
“What do you want, Julia? A nice fuck?”
I managed to shake my head.
“Then tell me what you really want.”
And suddenly, it was simple.
“You. I want you.”
He considered me, his head angled to one side as he catalogued the effects of his mouth on me.
“Do you remember I told you that if I ever hurt a woman, I’d do it carefully?”
I nodded.
“Then where would you like me to start?”
I struggled to form words. “I haven’t asked you to do anything to me.”
“You haven’t exactly objected so far, either.”
“No.”
“So would you say that implied your consent? That you actually liked what I did?” His blue gaze flicked over my tight sensitive nipples. “That you wanted it?”
A hot wave of shame crashed over me. I tried to turn my face away. He grabbed hold of my chin and made me look at him.
“Tell me what you want.”
I stared defiantly into his eyes. “I spend most of my life making life and death decisions for people, decisions that can affect everything. I have to be the one in charge, I have to be fearless and perfect and…” I swallowed hard. “Sometimes I don’t want to be that person. Sometimes I just want to be told what to do.”
My face was hot with embarrassment and tears crowded my throat.
Alex continued to look at me.
“It’s wrong I know, a woman isn’t supposed to want that, especially a successful woman like me, but sometimes I just want—“ I looked beseechingly at him and he nodded.
“What, Julia?”
“This. You. To be owned.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed me very gently on the mouth and then bit me hard on the lower lip. At some point, he’d covered his cock in a condom and he impaled me with one strong thrust. I screamed and started to come as he fucked me with rigid precision like a machine. When he pulled out, I tried to keep hold of him, but he held me away.
“Go and lie on my bed. I’ll be there in a second.”
He pointed down the hallway, and I did what he’d told me to do without question. At some level I knew I wasn’t functioning correctly, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was him back inside me, his big hands holding my hips as he fucked me, his mouth locked over mine… I wanted to see what he would do next.
His bedroom was in darkness, but I left the door open and could see well enough to make out the big bed covered in blue sheets and a plain navy quilt. I climbed up and sat on the edge, my feet dangling, my arms wrapped around myself as if seeking comfort, or the press of his body.
He appeared in the doorway and paused to study me.
“Open your thighs so I can see your cunt and put your hands on the bed.”
When he stood in front of me, his cock was level with my sex. He cupped his balls and angled the tip of his dick against my clit and circled it, reigniting the fires I thought he’d already put out making me tremble with whatever it was my mind wanted, but my over sensitive body resisted.
I winced and he cupped my chin making me look into his serene blue eyes.
“Don’t think about it.”
“I’m sore.” I managed to whisper.
“So?” He pressed harder and I tried to scoot away from him. He slid his hand behind my back and held me still, his fingers splayed over my flesh, his cock jammed against my clit. “Let it go.”
“I can’t.”
“Then we’ll stop.”
He turned away from me and walked across the room.
I stared horror-struck at his back. “Wait! I—“
He pulled on a black silk robe and knotted the belt over the still prominent thrust of his cock. “Our dinner should be there by now. Are you ready to eat?”
Of course I stormed after him. I couldn’t stop myself. Borrowing a robe I found on the back on the bathroom door, I went to find him. He was sitting at the table where someone had laid out our dinner. He’d even poured the wine and lit a candle, the bastard.
“Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m—” I considered the fragrant smells wafting across from his uncovered plate and grumpily took the seat opposite him. He started to eat, his knife in his right hand, his fork in his left and carried on like that, manipulating the food around his plate and onto his fork with the aid of the knife. I cut a piece of steak and then transferred my fork into my other hand, speared the meat and brought it to my mouth.
“You can put the knife down, you know.” I said.
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Transferring your fork from one hand to the other is an extremely inefficient way of eating.”
“Which works just fine.”
“In America.”
“Which is where we are, so you’re the one who looks like a fool.” I continued to carve off pieces of my steak and chewed thoroughly. “I notice you haven’t kept your British teeth, though.”
“I spent my early teens in New York so getting braces was de rigueur.”
“Luckily for you.”
He finished his meal and covered the plate. “Have I offended you in some way?”
“You know damn well why I’m offended.” I pointed my fork at him. “You fricking walked away from me.”
“You weren’t cooperating.” He shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
“You can’t just expect me to keep having sex even if I’m sore!”
“Why not?”
“Because—” I gaped at him. “I thought you said you don’t play games.”
“I don’t.”
“So it’s either your way, or the highway.”
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hand over his exposed chest. “If that means that I expect you to do exactly as I say, then yes.”
“And that’s not a game?”
“It takes two to play any game. In this scenario, there is only what I want.”
“No questions asked?”
He smiled. “You were the one who said she wanted to be told what to do.”
I put down my fork as my appetite deserted me.
“If you were able to ask for anything, Julia, anything that you wanted to be done to you sexually, would you have the courage to do it? Most of us wouldn’t. There’s no shame in being unable to articulate your desires and your fantasies, especially if you are a woman who’s told she shouldn’t have such thoughts in the first place.”
He sat forward, his hands clasped together on the table.
“What I’m offering you is a chance to explore those forbidden thoughts and desires that society tells you nice girls shouldn’t have. It’s quite simple. You tell me what you crave, and I’ll tell you to do it. Because we’ve already agreed that I hold all the power in the relationship, you’ll do what you are told without questioning me, or demanding limits, or punishments, or safe words, or whatever else you are used to doing.”
“Then what do you get out of it?”
“Power, Julia. That’s what turns me on. Finding a woman who trusts me enough to let me own her is incredibly erotic.”
“But what if you asked me to do something dangerous?”
“They’ll be your fantasies, not mine.” He shrugged. “I’ll just make them happen. We’re not talking about a happy ever after, two kids and a cottage by the sea here are we? We’re talking about a summer of sex where we’ll both get our needs met.”
I took a sip of my water, not because I needed it, but because I needed a moment to let my thoughts catch up with his words.
“I’ve never told a man what I really want.”
“Because you’ve been told that your desires are unnatural and that you should be ashamed of them. Society seems to have forgotten that there are all types of sexual personalities and that one size definitely doesn’t fit all.”
“But you could take advantage of me.”
“Yes I could. “ He met my gaze. “I can assure you that won’t happen, but only you can choose to believe me.”<
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“So I tell you my deepest darkest smuttiest fantasies and you make them happen?”
He inclined his head. “Yes.”
“And you don’t change them?”
“As little as I can.” He shrugged. “It’s hard, for example to recreate a medieval castle in California if you’ve a fetish for knights in shining armor.”
“I don’t have anything like that.” I hesitated. “We couldn’t do most of these things in Silversmith. I have a professional reputation to maintain.”
“I understand that.” He sipped at his wine and simply waited, his pale gaze never leaving mine. “We can go to one of the larger cities.”
“I’ll have to think about this.” I took a gulp of my wine. “It’s…weird.”
“Take all the time you like. After you’ve finished your dinner, I’ll take you home.”
“You don’t need to take me anywhere. I drove here.”
“As you wish, but at least allow me to see you safely to your car.”
I finished my wine and got to my feet. “I’m going to get dressed now.”
He inclined his head a slow inch. “You can use the shower if you wish.”
He didn’t stop me finding my way back into the living area and picking up my discarded clothes. After I’d showered, my nipples were so sensitive that even the old lace on my bra felt like roughened wool. As for my clit. I’d be coming every time my thighs rubbed together.
By the time I’d gathered all my stuff, Alex had also showered and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tight gray t-shirt that hugged his biceps.
We didn’t speak on the way down to the lobby, I was still thinking and he seemed content to let me obsess. I led the way outside, where it was still warm and sticky, and threaded my way through the banks of parked cars to my ancient SUV. I’d parked under a light, which now shed a strange yellowish glow over Alex’s features.
I don’t think I’d ever met a man who was so still and centered. Assassin was the first word that came to mind, or sniper, someone who had endless patience and all the time in the world to achieve their goal. Which on this occasion appeared to be me.