by M Never
“So . . .” The easy conversation continues. “If you could pursue your dream career instead of just settling, what would you do?” CJ asks as our dinners are placed in front of us.
“Be an international pop superstar.”
“Really?” CJ considers this. “I could see it. You have the hair for it.”
“At least I have that going for me.” I cut a piece of my salmon and take a taste. Holy crap, it’s delicious.
“You have more going for you than just your hair, and we both know it.”
“Maybe.” I shrug, trying to eat as ladylike as possible when all I really want to do is devour this fish like it’s my last meal.
“Can I hear you sing sometime?”
I pause with the fork by my mouth.
“You want to hear me sing?”
“Sure, why not? Maybe the song you have tattooed on your thigh?”
“I don’t think I would do it justice, but I’ll sing for you sometime.” I fiddle with the flower in my hair. I’ve sung in front of an audience plenty of times, but singing for CJ gives me riotous butterflies. “And I don’t really want to be an international pop superstar, but performing on Broadway might be fun.”
“Then why don’t you go for it?”
“A multitude of factors that play into the answer to that. You said having a family is a major commitment. So is being a Broadway performer. Rehearsal and shows would cut into my schooling. It’s not feasible for me right now.”
“What about when you finish school?” he asks simply.
“Possibly, but if I get a job right away, which I’m trying to do, Broadway will always be just a dream.”
CJ drops his fork, looks down at his plate, and frowns.
“Tara, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but I don’t think you should cut yourself short on your dreams.”
“I’m not. I’m just trying to be mature and levelheaded.”
“I get that. But sometimes being mature and levelheaded leaves you with regrets in the future. I’m just saying, think about it. I would hate for you to look back at your life and wonder what if.”
“I don’t know if I am in a position to do that. But I will think about it.”
“It’s all I can ask. You know what I always say.”
“What’s that?”
“Life’s too short not to have sex or eat chocolate cake.” He winks.
I laugh.
I’m beginning to believe he’s right.
I PLAY “STARS” ON MY phone for CJ in the car on the way back to the hotel. He agrees about the soulfulness and understands why the music speaks to me. He gets me. He always has. Since our first conversation, we just clicked.
“Mr. Carmichael!” The concierge behind the front desk raises his voice to get our attention. “This was left for you.” He waves a white envelope. “The gentleman asked that I personally deliver it to you.”
“Thank you.” CJ takes it from him, almost warily. He glances around the lobby before taking my hand again and heading to the elevator.
“Something important?” I inquire.
CJ turns over the envelope inspecting it several times before opening it.
“Let’s hope not.”
It looks like an ordinary invitation to me.
I examine his face as he pulls it out and reads the white card inside. He scoffs but not in a bad way. In an amused way.
“What is it?” Now, I’m dying to know.
“An invitation to an event here in New York.”
“When?”
“Tuesday night.”
“Oh. You’ll be back in Hawaii by then.” I mask the disappointment in my tone.
“Yes, I will.” He places the card back in the envelope, and then in his pocket before he pulls me flush against him. “But I’m here now, and I plan to make the most of it.” He kisses me firmly and affectionately, waking the arousal that was dormant during dinner. Our tongues tangle until the elevator doors open and we stumble out into the hallway. We can barely keep our hands off each other. As soon as the door to CJ’s hotel room slams closed, he has me pinned against the wall, dragging his tongue up and down my neck, biting my skin until it hurts.
“What’s your fantasy, Tara?” he asks between fevered kisses. I nibble my lip as CJ sucks on my neck, awaiting my answer. Should I tell him my deepest, darkest fantasy? I have never shared it with anyone. The mere thought of it accelerates my arousal to hyper speed.
But it really is just that. A wicked fantasy that will never become a reality. It’s too wrong. Too preposterous unless I went looking for that kind of trouble.
“Well?” he urges. “You going to share, or do I have to torture it out of you?” He tickles my ribcage, knowing I’m the most sensitive there. I squirm, but he’s so much stronger and bigger; there are only two ways to stop him, tell him what he wants to know or kick him in the nuts.
“Okay!” I surrender, screaming with laughter. “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!”
He stops, letting me catch my breath.
“You’re so wrong.”
“I never claimed to be right. Now, tell me. I need to know.”
“Need?”
“Yes, need.” He tucks a strand of renegade hair behind my ear.
I hesitate, wondering if I should tell him the truth or lie to save face. But I figure fuck it; this whole weekend is about fantasy, right? Being autonomous and sexually liberated. I chew on my lip again as CJ waits impatiently for my answer.
“Tara.” He presses up against me again, his fingers resting on my ribs, threateningly.
“Okay! I want to be dominated.” I rush the words out. CJ’s eyes brighten. “I thought you weren’t into collars?”
“Not dominated like that.” My voice is barely a whisper. Oh god, am I actually admitting this out loud?
“I want to be taken by force.” CJ’s jaw drops. Not the answer he was expecting. Trust me, I can’t believe it’s my fantasy either, but the idea of being completely controlled is thrilling. I’m fucking soaked just thinking about it.
“Like a captive fantasy?”
I nod apprehensively.
“Damn, woman.” CJ grabs my hand and yanks me into the bedroom. He sits down on the bed and situates me between his legs. He grips my hips as I look down at him. “You are a fucking wildcat.”
“I like to call it sexually adventurous.”
“Adventurous? I’d use the word intrepid with fantasies like that.”
“Do I intimidate you?” I mess with him.
“It takes way more than a beautiful blonde with killer sexual desires to intimidate me. You turn me the fuck on like I’m a nuclear fucking reactor.” His fingertips bite into my sides. “And I may not be some fucking stranger who corners you in a dark alley, but I can still dominate the shit out of you. Now take your fucking clothes off. Slowly. You promised me a strip show, and I’m through waiting.”
“I don’t remember promising.” I pick up my foot and press it against him, digging the heel lightly into his chest. “Pull.”
CJ takes hold of the boot, and I gently slip my foot out of it, making sure the hem of my dress hikes up high enough to give him an opportunistic view. He licks his lips like a hungry predator, dropping the boot on the ground.
“I can’t wait to bury my face in that fucking pussy,” he says as I lift my other foot. I can’t wait, either, but he wants a strip show so that is what he is going to get.
Once my other boot is off, I inch the hem of my sweater dress up my thighs. Slowly, deliberately, only revealing as much as I want CJ to see.
“If that goddamn dress doesn’t come off in the next five seconds, I’m ripping it off your body.”
“I thought you wanted a show?” I ask innocently.
“I want you naked more.” He roughly pushes the cashmere material up. I drag the dress off the rest of the way then drop it next to the boots. I’m left standing in only my bra, no underwear.
“Off,” CJ commands as he attacks my bare navel
. He wasn’t kidding about burying his face in my pussy because, by the time I slip my bra off, he has my clit trapped between his teeth. I tremble. If he’s not careful, this will be over faster than a New York minute. A second later, he lays off the death grip and licks me emphatically until I’m moaning and excessively wet. I grab his head and grind my hips until everything inside me is gravitating to the center of my legs, until my body is begging for it.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to make it that easy?”
He sucks hard on my clit one last time before he pulls away.
“I was hoping.” I pant, unfulfilled.
“I told you I have plans for you tonight, shortcake. And they start with you undressing me.” He yanks me down to my knees. “Get busy.” He motions to the buttons on his dress shirt. With a little smirk, I begin undoing each one, making sure to scrape my nails against his skin every chance I get. I push his shirt off his shoulders then move down to his pants. The bulge under his zipper is so protrusive; it’s nearly ripping the metal teeth in two.
Once his pants are gone, CJ takes advantage of my kneeling position, forcing my head down until I’m sucking his cock. I do it with pleasure, making sure to torture him the same way he tortured me. I swallow him until he’s panting and pre-cum is sliding down my throat. As I blow him, I feel CJ remove the flower clip from my hair then untwist the elastic holding my bun in place. My hair spills out all over his lap, and he moans openly, running his fingers through the long strands.
“I couldn’t imagine fucking you without this hair.” He tugs at the roots as I take him in deeper, so deep he shudders then rips my head away.
“I’m not going to make it that easy for me either.” He tilts my face up. At least he plays fair. “I said I have plans for you and I meant it. Get on the bed,” he orders, releasing the tight grip he has on my hair. I crawl onto the mattress as CJ stands and grabs the gold metallic bag from the sex museum off the nightstand and a sleeve of condoms from the drawer, dropping both items on the comforter next to me. I look back and forth between him and the gold bag inquisitively, my imagination running wild as to what could be in there.
He climbs on the bed like a provisioned hunter, his arm and stomach muscles rippling as he crawls toward me. I watch enamored as he splits open the bag and pulls out the first content. A small bottle of lubricant. The glint in his eye tells me he’s up to no good as he pops open the top. There’s a split second of hesitation before he douses me with the liquid.
“CJ!” I try to jump away, but he snatches my wrist and pulls me close, smearing the lube all over my body, breasts to torso then down to my pussy. The sticky substance is warmer than I expect, and his hands are purposeful. He knows exactly where and how to touch me.
“You don’t play fair,” I complain wantonly.
“Life’s not fair.” He massages me all over until my upper body is glistening.
Ain’t that the truth?
He reaches into the bag again, this time pulling out a ‘cum rag.’ He wipes the lube off his hands then reaches into the bag a third time, pulling out a chain with a metal clamp on each end. He said he had plans, and he wasn’t kidding. Holy shit.
CJ positions himself so he is leaning up against the wooden headboard then urges me into his lap. Once I’m straddling him, he teases me with one of the clamps, running it lightly up and down the center of my slick body and over each nipple repeatedly. The light sensation, the thin film of lubrication, and the excitement of the unknown does wild things to me. Tack on the fact he is holding equal amounts of pleasure and pain in just one hand, nearly has me walking on pins and needles.
My breathing is heavy and my need abundant by the time CJ reveals exactly what he has planned for the little clamps and me.
“I know you said you weren’t into collars.” He slips one end of the chain around my neck and uses the clamp to secure it. “But you belong to me tonight. So what I say goes. If I can’t use a real collar, I’ll improvise.”
Without any warning, he clasps the other end of the chain onto my clit, right over my piercing. I gasp out loud from the instant stab of pleasure and simultaneous bite of pain.
“Easy.” He calms me with his voice like a spooked horse. “Easy, baby.” He rubs my arms, soothing me. “You look so fucking hot.” His pupils are dilated, and his cock is rock hard between my legs as he fingers the chain, suddenly commanding my desire. This is going to be intense. I’ve barely moved a muscle and the clamp is already doing inexplicable things.
CJ tears a condom from the sleeve and hands it to me.
“You do it.”
With trembling fingers, I rip open the purple foil package and remove the condom. Carefully, I sheath him, all while trying to ignore the commotion beginning to storm inside me.
With our eyes glued to each other, CJ lifts my hips and slowly impales me onto his cock. I’m so sensitive by now, I feel every microscopic inch slide into me, stretch me, nearly destroy me. The chain pulls so tight; the tiniest movement feels catastrophic.
“Fucking ride me, Tara.” CJ grabs onto my ass grinding me against him. I let out a cry so foreign; I can’t even believe it came from my mouth. I’ve become an absolute mess within a few seconds. My movements are small and fragile, fearing I might break at any moment.
My fears become a sobering reality as CJ thrusts up into me. I swear I see stars as every fiber in my body expands and contracts.
“Oh, fuck.” I start to buckle, the overwhelming sensations grabbing hold.
“Not yet, Tara.” CJ tries to subdue my waist, but my body has completely taken over, chasing after the orgasm I’m convinced is going to annihilate me.
“Control it.” CJ wraps one arm around my waist and fuses our hips together, his cock buried completely inside my throbbing pussy.
“I can’t! It’s too much!” I nearly sob as we halt all movement. “It’s too much.”
“Try.”
But it’s too late, there’s no stopping the impending avalanche. I grab onto his hair and heave into his mouth as I come, no, not come, internally combust. I scream so loud I’m positive every single person in the hotel hears me being ripped open from the inside out. We barely performed a sexual act, and I just completely broke down.
“We need to work on your control.” CJ traps my limp body against him, my heart beating like a terrified rabbit. “This is just the beginning.” He breathes roughly.
“Beginning?” I repeat drained.
“Mmm hmm . . .” He tucks some hair behind my ear and shifts beneath me. My oversensitive core constricts. “After we’re done here, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He thrusts upwards, and I inhale. “I told you I was going to have you all over this hotel room.” CJ kisses me feverishly, and my body instinctively responds. The kindling aftereffects of my orgasm recharging.
Within several electromagnetic seconds, I’m riding CJ hard, the clamp aggravating the ache that has taken complete control of my entire lower body. My sighs pitch and my blood rushes through my veins as another gargantuan orgasm builds.
“Don’t stop.” CJ clutches onto my gyrating hips. “Fuck! Fuck!” He looks straight into my eyes and clenches his jaw as I impale myself on him over and over.
The way he’s looking at me is almost unrecognizable, like a new depraved layer of himself has been husked away.
I scream when he tugs on the chain, my clit and my orgasm catching fire at the same time, morphing me into nothing but a ball of extreme responsiveness. CJ stiffens beneath me, a pained growl tearing from his throat. I don’t know how long our climaxes last, but when I crack open my eyes, I am draped over his limp body and I can barely breathe. There is a sheen of sweat slick on our skin and the smell of sex is as potent as a bouquet of fresh flowers in the room.
“You’re out to destroy me,” I whimper, spent.
“Yup,” CJ responds with his eyes still closed and a sexy smirk on his face. He doesn’t even bother to deny it. “Twenty-four hours and counting.” He pops h
is eyes open to look at me; his gaze so iniquitous it makes his brown irises look black. It actually makes me shiver. Half with need and half with angst. No one has ever made me feel so sexually powerful and enslaved all at the same time. CJ exhales deeply as he runs his fingers lightly along the chain wrapped around my neck. I want to know what he’s thinking, but I don’t ask. Some secrets are better left unknown. If this were a different situation, if we were two different people, I would crack the quiet wide open. Instead, I shift off him so he can remove the condom.
I lie on my back on top of the plush white comforter itching to remove the pinching little clamp. I take a deep breath, and just before I detach it, CJ snatches my wrist.
“I never said you could touch that.”
I flick my eyes up at him, almost desperately. It’s so uncomfortable and physically taxing. Every time I move, it reminds me it’s there, literally tormenting me.
“I said I was going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He manhandles me, forcing me onto my stomach then draws my hips up. The chain pulls taut in this position, and I yelp as the clamp tugs on my clit. I’m puffing already, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.