by Lynn Burke
I needed him. Needed to escape the drudgery of my life again.
I threw my empty cup in the trash and glanced at the clock. Five more hours until I could go home. “I’ll figure something out. I always do.”
“If you’re going to Chantelle’s this weekend, I’m coming along.”
“Oh, no.” I strode across the waiting room. “Theo would kill me, and the last thing I need right now is him pissed off.”
“I’m joining the club, regardless.”
I laughed and scanned my ID card, opening the ‘employee’s only’ door. “Why? So you can write a story for the paper about sex clubs?”
“No.” She scoffed. “I want to see what the hoopla is all about.”
“Hoopla?”
“The excitement over mixing pain with pleasure.”
Snorted laughter hurt my nose. “Well, good luck with that, but I’ve got other ideas. And, they don’t include Chantelle’s—or whips and chains thank you very much.”
****
I didn’t escape for another eight hours, and as I pulled onto our street, midnight drew near. Theo’s Cherokee sat in his driveway, all the house lights off. Heaving a sigh, I trudged up to my front door and glanced over at his side of the duplex again.
Theo said he slept like the dead. And, I knew where he hid the key to his front door.
A grin dissolved my body’s weariness, and I hurried upstairs to shower and shave.
Twenty minutes later, I let myself into his house, quiet as a mouse, and tossed my wool coat atop his own on the back of a chair. In nothing but my skin, I slipped up the stairs.
Theo’s bedroom door stood wide open, his snoring form bathed in the street light’s beams slipping past the edges of his closed blinds. Although chilly, I took my time examining his beautiful body. Arm overhead, his bulging forearm muscle covered his eyes. A sculpted chest gave way to abs I couldn’t wait to lick my way down. Damn blankets stopped my perusal.
Enough looking anyway. I smiled. Time to touch and taste.
I’d considered going straight for his lips and waking him like a male Sleeping Beauty, but decided to get him hot and bothered before going in for the kill. I pulled back the blankets and thanked God he slept naked.
A brief inhale of masculine musk, and I wrapped my lips around his flaccid cock. He moaned and shifted his hips as blood rushed to thicken his length. Within seconds, my mouth was full of his hard cock, my hand fondling his balls.
“Charlene,” he mumbled while wrapping his hands in my hair.
If he was awake or dreaming, I didn’t have a clue, not that it mattered. I gave him all I had—all I knew to do with my hands, lips, and tongue. Hell, I even used my teeth the slightest bit, drawing a harsh “Fuck” from his lips. Once Theo’s breath came in pants, I crawled up his body to straddle his thighs.
He blinked in the dim light, lips parted and eyes taking a moment to focus on my face.
“Wakey wakey.” I smiled and rubbed my wet folds along his hard length.
He groaned and grasped my hips, stilling me. “Holy fuck, I’ve never enjoyed being woken up so much in my life.”
I all but purred my satisfaction and leaned down to kiss him.
He turned his head and swallowed. “Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“We can’t do this.”
“We already are.”
Dark eyes dominated by black pupils latched onto mine, but they didn’t spark with anger. “I can’t make you mine right now and ruin all you’ve worked for.”
“Seriously, Theo.” I tried not to sound like I was scolding him and ended up half-snorting the words. “What makes you think starting something is going to ruin my becoming a pediatrician?”
“I plan on sleeping beside you every night.” He cupped my cheek in his palm. “Waking up beside you every morning and making sweet love to you until you cry out my name.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Sounds like heaven to me.”
“And you’ll be late to work because I can’t keep my hands off your body.” Theo shook his head. “I can’t do that to you. I won’t be the cause of your ruined record.”
“You said I’m a stubborn woman.” Although I didn’t voice it as a question, Theo nodded. “So what makes you think I’d allow you to make me late?”
“I’ll tie you up and make you surrender.”
“No way in hell will there be any tying up on mornings I have to go to work.”
“What if I can’t help myself?”
I pushed his arms overhead and grasped his forearms without resistance. “Then I’ll tie you up and take things at my pace, giving me plenty of time to get to work.”
He chuckled. “You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”
I grinned down at him. “I do.”
Theo stared up at me, his inner war evident in the play of emotions on his face and within his eyes. “I don’t trust myself,” he finally said. “We need to wait.”
“No.” I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his and shifted my hips, reminding him of the willing pussy within reach.
“Stop chasing me, little lamb,” he whispered, his body unmoving.
I exhaled across his lips and breathed in his sweet breath. “I’ll stop chasing when you stop running.”
He clenched his eyes shut. “I hadn’t expected to fall so hard so fast, but you mean too much to me—”
“You don’t trust yourself, but do you trust me?”
The liquid depth of his dark eyes latched on to me. “Yes.”
I ran the tip of my tongue along his lower lip.
“Goddamnit, Charlene,” he growled.
Within a breath, I lay on my back, pinned by his hard body, my arms held overhead in one of his hands. “I’ve been dying to contort your body with rope and string you from that ring in my ceiling. Tonight, little lamb” —he cupped my cheek with his free hand and traced my lower lip with his thumb— “you’ll give yourself to me. Every inch of your skin. Every corner of your mind.”
“Yes, Sir,” I all but moaned as a wave of need blasted through me, prior topic of conversation melting away as images of being tied up in his ropes burned my mind.
Theo climbed off the bed and stared down at me, his hard length glistening from my pussy juices I’d rubbed against him. “On your feet, sub.”
I slid off the side to stand in front of him. His dark eyes peered into mine, an array of emotions flitting—reservation, lust, and need beyond the sexual gratification that lit my insides like the sun.
“See the ring in the ceiling?” he asked without taking his gaze off my face.
I glanced up, scanning the smooth plaster until I found what he meant. My tongue darted out to moisten my parched lips. “Yes.”
“Turn up the lights then stand beneath it. Eyes forward.”
Theo
Goddamn Charlene and her begging blue eyes. Fuck it. If she wanted to be dominated, fucked, and loved, then so be it.
Although guilt pricked, I grabbed my hemp ropes and a blindfold from the closet. Her body trembled as I drew close to her backside.
“I’ve never found someone I wanted to bind in my bedroom before. You’re the first—and last.” I brushed her hair off her neck with the coiled rope and pressed my lips against her soft, peach-scented skin.
Her moan twitched my already throbbing cock, but I focused on the long task ahead of making sure Charlene finally let go.
“Tonight, little lamb, you’re not allowed to speak. Only feel and listen.” I tied the silk blindfold tight around her eyes. “These ropes” —I ran them down her backside, creating a shiver in their wake— “are an extension of my hands. They’ll embrace you, keep you safe, and set you free just like you want.”
Goose bumps covered her lush skin. “And after, Sir?”
I leaned down and whispered against her ear, “I’m going to make love to you with nothing between us.”
“Oh, yes.” A sigh escaped her lips, and I smiled in satisfaction as some
of the tension left her shoulders. She’d already offered more submission than she had the last time I’d tied her with my ropes.
“Arms behind your back.” She obeyed, and I bent her elbows to fold her forearms together.
I went to work, wrapping and knotting her chest, arms, and neck. The hard edges of the rope pressed into the softness of her skin as I bound her breasts, squeezing them to pronounce their shape.
I knelt, intending to create a harness around her midsection, but the musky scent of her glistening pussy drew me in like a bee to pollen. Breathing deep, I leaned inward and licked up through her folds.
Charlene groaned and widened her stance, allowing better access for my tongue. I suckled and licked every trace of her arousal from her lower lips, keeping away from her clit and bringing sexual release before I intended.
She whimpered when I backed away.
“Soon, little lamb.” I placed one last kiss against her bare mound and began the enjoyable task of wrapping her thighs, ass, and waist, creating a harness at her midsection. Her sweet pussy, I left accessible.
Once finished, I stepped away to enjoy the art my hands had created. Charlene’s head hung down, chin against her chest and her shoulders slumped. Pride swelled inside me. She was so fuckin’ close I could taste her complete submission. The contrast of the hemp rope and her skin filled me with more than satisfaction—like a deep craving sated and put to rest. But, I wasn’t done.
With the help of a stepladder in my closet, I looped the end of the rope holding her tight through the overhead ring. I pressed against her bound body, the scratch of hemp and softness of her exposed skin reigniting my need for her. “Fly for me.”
My whispered words against her ear sent a shudder down through her body, and I pulled on the rope. A rush of air left her lungs as she lifted into the air, suspended, her back bowed and lips parted.
Charlene, my little lamb, hung encased in my ropes, her steady, yet slow breathing and pliant body letting me know she finally flew free.
Charlene
Theo’s soft touch and murmured praise the entire time he bound me in his ropes soothed me better than any masseuse. My muscles relaxed, my thoughts quieted. The second he told me to fly and lifted me off my feet, I gave over to the euphoria of complete nothingness.
Minutes—hours—passed without my notice. Darkness shrouded my mind while I hung suspended in Theo’s embrace. Although his hands didn’t touch me, I felt his warmth, his caress in the rough edges of the rope and the tight bindings around various parts of my body.
Silence reigned, and I gloried in the release.
A hand grasped my ankle. Slid up along the inside of my thigh. Draped my knees over his shoulders. Hot breath once more caressed my core.
With languid licks and nudges of his nose, Theo heightened my simmering arousal, bringing me to the edge of release without causing my body to tense. His teeth grazed my clit, and my orgasm slid over me in cascading waves.
I floated outside time, without thought.
He lowered me to the floor, and I lay unmoving, tears dampening the blindfold, as he released me of my freeing bonds. Strong, warm arms cradled me against a rock-hard chest and laid me on the softest sheets. Seconds later, Theo’s scent and warm body caressed every inch of my side as he stretched out beside me.
The blindfold lifted, and I blinked in the light.
Dark eyes peered into mine, the level of emotion pouring from them filled my heart. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I whispered as reality settled once more upon my mind.
Propped up on an elbow, he smoothed back my hair, his fingertip tracing the contours of my face—eyebrow, nose, and lips.
“Thank you.” His eyes latched onto mine at my words. “You set me free.”
With a groan, he grasped the back of my head and kissed me. His tongue swept into my mouth, reigniting need like I’d never known—deep seated need for him, far beyond finding sexual release.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and draped one leg over his waist, bringing his hard length against my throbbing pussy. Like two starving, needy souls, we feasted on each other. Lips, teeth, and tongue drawing life from the other.
He rolled me onto my back, gliding his cock through my wetness and ratcheting my desire to the cresting point. “You sure you still want me?” he asked the second we parted for breath.
“Fuck want. I need you.” I gasped as he nudged my opening. “I need every unorganized, messy Pig-Pen part of you, Theo Risso.”
Rather than laugh like I expected, he pressed his cock into my aching core, slowly, a sensual heat in his eyes. “Then I surrender,” he whispered as he filled me, nudging my womb.
I’d never once cried while having sex, but Theo made slow love to my mouth and my body, his hands worshiping my skin, drawing up emotions I never expected. Nothing existed but us and the gentle rocking of our bodies. No thoughts of work, no worries about tomorrows claimed my mind.
We came together—as one. One heartbeat, one voice crying the other’s name.
Still connected and bodies intertwined, we lay in silence. My ears rang long after my breathing returned to normal, but my heart thrummed with the desire to burst.
Theo nuzzled my neck, his breath and flicking tongue sending delightful shivers down to my center. He captured my lips again, fingers tangling into my hair as his cock thickened inside of me.
A rocking of his hips, and my breath caught on an unexpected half-sob.
He stilled and pushed up onto his elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“I … I never knew it could be this way.”
His cocky smirk fluttered my heart. “This way?” He sat back, lifted my hips, and thrust into me.
My eyes closed as a shudder ripped down through me. “Holy shit.”
“Mmm.” Theo’s fingers dug into my thighs as he thrust again.
“So good.” I gasped, fighting to keep my gaze on him. “So fucking good.”
He peered down at me, sexy-as-hell smile still in place as he lifted one of my legs to his shoulders. “Little lamb” —he leaned down, bringing our chests together and my calf beside my ear— “you have no idea how good I can be.”
I thread my fingers through his hair and tugged his lips a breath away from mine. “Then you’d best get busy showing me.”
****
The next morning, I arrived at Boston Children’s two minutes early, a third cup of coffee in hand, and a contented sigh fluttering from my mouth. While the day would doubtless be too long and suck like most others, I had something to look forward to—someone to share my life with. Someone to ask me about my day, kiss my lips, and hold me close.
The thought of another six months of hell before being able to take steps toward opening my own practice no longer dragged my feet. I knew Theo would be there to help me escape whenever the hell I needed.
“Thank God you’re here, Charlene!” one of the E.R. nurses said, hurrying toward me with a stack of files.
I tossed my Styrofoam cup in the trash and met the day head-on with a smile. Time to conquer the tasks at hand and finish up so Theo and I could get back to enjoying the beginnings of something beautiful.
The End
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