by Nikki Sloane
“You look like a stick!” I said, grinning.
Joseph didn’t seem to think it was all that cute. “Yeah, I was always a skinny kid. You want the tour?”
“Sure.” I turned back to face the room and took my first sip from my glass.
“Is the wine sweet enough? I know how you college girls like your sugary wine-coolers,” he teased.
I gave him a plain look. “My family has a villa in Tuscany. I’ve been drinking table wine since I was sixteen.”
“Right.” His gaze moved away from me. Why did he shut down whenever I mentioned family, mine or his? “Anyway,” he said, “this is the living room and kitchen area. Follow me.”
We went down the tall hallway and he gestured to the open door on the left. “Guest bathroom.” He motioned to the dark doorway on the right. “Spare bedroom.”
Business had to be good. He lived in a two-bedroom in downtown Chicago, by himself. He continued straight ahead, and when we entered the room, he turned on a light switch.
“Master bedroom,” he said. It felt like he’d put intentional weight on this, as if implying that he was my master simply because he occupied this room. A huge beveled mirror hung over the sleigh-style bed with wrought iron railings. The silvery-blue silk comforter was refined and elegant. This room . . . it was seductive.
I smiled, but it froze when Joseph gave me that look he was becoming famous for, the one that was untamed lust. He took the wine from me and set both of our drinks on the dresser.
“Are you ready to play, little girl?” My throat closed up, but I must have given him some sort of confirmation. “Good. Take off your dress.”
I set my palms flat on my thighs and began to drag upward, my heartbeat rising with every inch of my skirt. My sensible side was quiet, but perhaps I’d obliterated her when I’d accepted Joseph’s offer.
When the skirt cleared my hips and revealed my black lace boyshort panties, our arrangement started to feel real. I’d followed his naughty commands at the restaurant, but this was different. We hadn’t consummated the agreement, and standing naked before Joseph would be like signing a dotted line. My dress continued its journey up over my head and I tossed it aside.
His gaze swept over me slowly, invisible fingers caressing every curve of my body.
“You look like a fucking wet dream. Did you wear that for me?”
I let out a pleased sigh and nodded. I’d bought it for him, hoping I’d get to show it off after the “job interview.”
“I want to see it all, though,” he said. He set his hands on his hips, and for a split second I had the weird thought he’d done this to prevent his hands from reaching for me. “Show me what’s mine.”
Oh, holy hell.
My hands twisted behind my back and undid the clasp on the demi-cup bra I’d worn. My breasts spilled free as the bra straps slipped down my arms and dropped to the carpet.
“Fucking perfect.”
Goosebumps pebbled on my skin and I shivered, but I wasn’t the least bit cold. My nipples hardened to points, aching to be in his hands and under his command. But he wanted to see everything, and I could tell he wouldn’t touch me until I’d done as instructed. My thumbs slid under the waistband and pulled my panties down until I could step out of them.
I’d done it. I was naked, and shedding my clothes was shedding the last trace of sensible Noemi. I felt like I was vibrating with life.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
I wasn’t just vibrating on the inside. My core was trembling. Joseph’s face softened and he closed the space between us, both of his hands cradling my face.
“Don’t be. It’s going to be amazing.”
“You’ll set me free,” I said, talking more to myself than him. Yet, he sort of had already. I was wild and reckless, but I felt like I was my own person, making my own decisions without consulting anyone else.
His lips pressed down on mine, soft at first and then shifting to a more dominating kiss. His tongue shot past my lips, possessing my mouth without permission. He didn’t need permission. I’d given him control. An arm wrapped around my back and a hand gripped my breast roughly.
I moaned against his mouth. This felt wrong, but not because of what we were doing. It felt wrong because we weren’t doing enough. His urgent kiss matched his aggressive hands, until he was pawing at my body, as if desperate to touch me where he hadn’t before.
My hands caressed down his shoulders, over his chest, until they landed on his belt. I hadn’t touched him the last time we’d been together, and I was shy the first time in his Porsche. Now I was eager.
But he stepped back so abruptly I almost fell over. “Soon,” he said. “But not just yet.”
I swayed, woozy from his effect. Joseph pulled open the top drawer to his nightstand and something metal clinked together. My heart leapt into my throat.
“Handcuffs?” Not the furry play kind, but cold-looking steel.
“Trust me.” He said it like it was just that easy. “Lie down.”
I glanced at the open doorway, and that action was not lost on Joseph. He drew in a deep breath.
“You can leave at any time.” His words were cold and professional. “But if you do, the arrangement ends. An easier solution would be to communicate that you’re scared, and I can back off.”
I understood his frustration, but didn’t he know I was fighting years of training to keep my mouth shut? “I’m not scared,” I said.
His hand shot out and fingers twisted my nipple. I gasped and jolted backward, falling to sit on the bed. The pain was sharp but gone a second later.
“It’s perfectly fine to feel scared, but you can’t lie while we’re doing this. If a sub doesn’t communicate, the Dom can push too hard, and that’s when people get hurt.”
I stared up at Joseph, one finger hooked around the cuffs dangling from his hold. Even with a serious expression, he was still undeniably hot.
“You need handcuffs to set me free?” I whispered.
He smiled softly. “I do.”
“If you tell me why you need them,” I tried to regain my composure, “maybe I’d feel more comfortable.”
My attempt to communicate seemed to please him. His hand slipped behind my head into the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back to look at him better. “I have a theory this will get you to orgasm faster. Do you want to try it?”
Oh. The idea of bondage had always interested me, but I couldn’t admit it to anyone. I thought there was something wrong with me. Why would a woman want to be restrained? It was in direct conflict with my desire to be strong and independent. Yet, I craved it. I was desperate to know what it would feel like, and if it would be as good as it was in my fantasies.
“Yes,” I said. The hand in my hair tightened and I realized my mistake. “Yes, Sir.” How was it addressing him like that turned me on? I lay down on the bed, the satiny comforter cool against my skin.
“Reach up and grab the railings.”
I wrapped my fingers around the square-shaped spindles of the headboard. They were thin, but seemed strong. Joseph took a knee on the bed and snapped the first cuff around my wrist, tightening it closed with a ratcheting noise. My grip on the spindle clenched in response. He threaded the handcuff chain behind the rail, and clasped the other cuff shut with a click.
“Tell me if they’re too tight, or if your arms start to go to sleep. Okay?”
“Okay.” My voice was breathy.
His fingertips trailed from my wrists, tracing a line down my arm. I shuddered, clamping my legs together. It was disorienting how quickly I was overwhelmed with desire. The path of his fingertips continued, sliding over my breast, circling my nipple once, before journeying further south. The handcuffs rattled against the iron railings when I shifted on the bed, trying to hurry his fingers along.
“You want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes, Sir.” The fingers drew a lazy, wide circle around my bellybutton, making the muscles of my stomach cont
ract.
“Say please.” His low voice was hypnotic.
“Please.”
Joseph’s index finger traced down until he hit the landing strip I’d groomed on myself. “I want you to go bare here for me.”
I’d never done that, but nodded. “If you want me to, sure, I can try it.”
Again, it looked like I’d pleased him, and I enjoyed the sensation. His finger crept lower, until finally he brushed over the spot where my need was acute. The handcuffs clanged as steel hit iron.
He stroked me once. “So wet for me.” And then he was gone, off the bed and staring down with his dark, animalistic eyes. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you naked and bound to my bed, begging for my cock.” His hand went to his crotch, pushing down his erection. “You’re gonna beg, baby girl, and I’m going to love listening to it.”
I swallowed hard, feeling that same mixture of nervousness and excitement he always caused. His hand disappeared into the open top drawer, and drew out a white . . . was it a microphone? No, wait, I’d seen one of these before in a porn clip. A large wand vibrator.
“Have you used one of these before?”
“No, Sir.”
The wand had a long power cord and Joseph dropped out of view for a moment as he plugged it in. He turned it on, and it hummed quietly.
“I picked this up for you today. Let’s see how you like it.”
He set the vibrating head against my nipple and I jumped. It felt kind of good, but it also tickled. The bed shifted when Joseph climbed up on his knees, moving toward my legs.
“Open up for me.”
He’d been right. Following his commands kept me free from shame or regret. I parted my knees and he crawled to kneel between them. God, I was totally exposed to him.
“Shit,” I cried when he pressed the vibrator directly on my sensitive, damp skin.
“Can you have multiple orgasms?” His tone was light and casual, and the disconnect between it and his words left me scattered, not to mention the heat the vibration was sending through me. “Can you get more than one in when you’re alone?”
It was hard to think. “Yeah. Um, yes.” The sensation was gone as he pulled the wand away, and immediately I felt cold. “Yes, Sir.”
I groaned and squeezed tighter on the rails as the vibrations resumed on my skin.
“Good. We’ll try for two tonight.”
Two? Talk about unrealistic expectations. Getting one was a major achievement. I’d have thrown him a ticker-tape parade for what he’d done yesterday if that wouldn’t have been buckets of crazy.
“You think I’m being greedy?” he teased. The wand rotated on my clit, his gaze watching me intently. I bit down on my lip. If he kept at it with the wand, which felt amazing, he’d certainly get to one. “Trust me, Noemi.”
Pressure increased on the wand against my flesh and I moaned. Joseph was kneeling between my parted legs, using a vibrator on me while he was fully clothed and I was naked, handcuffed to his bed. Oh, God. It was insane and incredible.
His hand not holding the vibrator skimmed along my waist and up, fondling my breasts. It took the sensation to another level and I began to pant. His warm skin on mine felt so good, and the vibration was sending waves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Tell me what you thought about last night,” he said.
“I thought about . . . your filthy mouth.”
“Filthy because of the things I say?” He leaned over me and put his mouth on my erect nipple, skimming it with his teeth. “Or filthy because of the things I use it to do?”
“Both.”
Joseph chuckled. His tongue licked, and it drew a soft sigh from me.
Was I supposed to tell him? “I’m . . . getting close.”
His head raised up and his gaze connected with mine. “Good girl.”
The vibrator shook loose my tongue. “What did you think about?”
“Besides this? I thought about fucking you from behind and spanking you until your skin was a perfect shade of red, and then you’d ask for my cock in your ass.”
“Oh my God.” I don’t know which was more shocking, his words or how my body responded to them.
“How would you feel if I spanked you? Do you want the sharp crack of my hand against you when you need discipline?”
I’d watched quite a bit of porn, and I was convinced it was much more than the average woman my age. An unhealthy fascination, bordering on obsession. Along with being tied up, this was something else I wanted, but lord knew Ross would never try it. I thought of Joseph taking me over his knee sometime, yanking the back of my panties down, and slapping me, leaving my ass stinging and hot. Bad girls got spankings, and that’s what I wanted to be, right?
“Yes,” I whispered.
The wicked smile that spread across Joseph’s face brought me right to the edge. My moans grew loud and my feet dug into the mattress so I could shift to a better angle on the head of the vibrator.
“And if I wanted to take your virgin ass at some point, would you let me, or would that be a limit?”
I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side, burying it in my arm. I couldn’t think with my orgasm so close and him watching me in this state of chaos. The concept was so dirty and wrong, not to mention, “It’ll hurt.”
“No, not if it’s done right,” he said.
I didn’t know how to answer, so I gave him no response. I couldn’t bring myself to say no and rule it out entirely, but it was too impossible to just agree to. Besides, the need inside me shoved every thought from my mind. My knees trembled as I closed in on ecstasy.
“So, that’s a soft limit.” He sat back on his heels, working the wand against me. Up and down. Left, then right. It’d pass over the exact spot I needed it, giving me a hit of pleasure and then moved off, just to the side. Toying with me.
“No,” I whined, when he pulled the vibrator away.
“Tell me where you want it.” Joseph swiped his fingers down through my valley and I jolted at his touch. My heartbeat was pulsing between my legs, hardest right inside my clit. “You want it here, little girl? Right on this pretty, wet cunt?”
I considered it the most obscene word in the English language. I hated it, and couldn’t stop my face from twisting into a scowl. “Don’t.”
“Oh, baby girl, this is what I do. I’m going to push. Now say it.”
“Please . . .” Already I could feel the orgasm slipping away.
“Please, what? You want this on your cunt, or you don’t want me to make you say it?”
“Yes,” I said.
Oh, no. The hum on the vibrator cut off and it thumped onto the mattress beside me. He moved so quickly, I gasped. In a blink he was kneeling beside my hip and shoved me over onto my stomach. Above me, the handcuff chain twisted around the rail.
I heard the smack of skin against skin before it registered in my brain. The biting pain shot from my backside up my spine, and dissipated, but it had been intense and stole my breath.
“Why did I do that?” he demanded.
I swallowed. “Because I didn’t say Sir.”
His hand rubbed my hot skin tenderly. “How was that? If I hit you harder next time, could you handle more?”
I tried to evaluate the pain, but his touch now felt like pleasure and left me confused. I’d . . . holy shit. “Yes. I liked it.”
Shame flooded through me and I pressed my face against the pillow.
“No.” His voice was commanding. “You’re not allowed to feel guilty about that. As long as you’re mine, you never feel shame about what we do.” His hands slipped under my body and he turned me in his arms so I was face-up again. He brushed hair out of my eyes, and I’d never craved anything like his touch. Soft or hard, rough or gentle, it didn’t matter.
“Kiss me, please,” I said, my voice breaking on the final word. “Oh, God, please fucking kiss me, Sir.”
He gave me a stunned smile. “That wasn’t the begging I was looking for, but it definite
ly works.” He lowered his mouth to mine and I felt the electricity snapping around us, seeping in through our skin. My hands tried to reach for him, and were met with the restraint of hard metal. His kiss made me crazy and weak, and I tried to chase him when he pulled away.
“You’re going to say it, Noemi.” He picked the vibrator back up, and moved to kneel between my legs again, ignoring my frustrated sigh. “Submit.”
Holy hell, why not just douse me in hot oil? I felt every inch of my body burst into flames at his command.
It was just a word that I’d given too much emphasis to anyway. I raised my head and peered at him over my bare breasts to spy him positioned between my bent knees. “I want it on my cunt.”
Unexpected power surged and swept me away. Demanding what I wanted, using such language . . . I felt strong and alive.
This smile wasn’t like his others. Whatever power I’d felt, it was only a fraction of what he seemed to. Joseph’s dark gaze emptied my mind. Pleasing him was shockingly sexy. The hum that resumed was mere noise.
“Oh . . .” Now I was aware the frequency of the buzzing was a higher pitch. The change in speed brought new ripples of bliss with it, building me right back up to the precipice.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes.”
The wand pushed down hard, grinding against me when Joseph pushed my knees together, trapping it tight between my thighs. What—
“Oh, shit. Shit!” I cried.
His arms hugged my thighs, holding them closed, while I went on sensory overload from the vibrating mass between my legs. I wanted to escape, but his hold was too strong. It felt so good. Too good. And orgasming like this, with him holding me and trapped under his demanding eyes was like be thrown into the sun.
“Yes,” he urged. “Show me what it’s like when you come.”
My hands ached from their hold on the rails and the sharp corners were unforgiving in my grip. I gasped for air and my whole body trembled as the pleasure became too much. I gave in. Submitted to it.
“God. Oh my God!” My eyelids slammed shut and sound faded from my ears. The orgasm was piercing and I fell apart in his arms, feeling broken yet free. I cried out so loud, maybe it was a scream. Heat and bliss poured from everywhere, flooding me until there was nowhere to turn to or escape. I convulsed and moaned. Fuck. Fuck, it felt so much better when he did it.