Slade withdrew with a nip to her bottom lip, and continued to deliver little bites along her skin, until he reached her mound. His hot breath on her engorged clit sent her whimpering in need, and she screamed when he sucked the little nubbin into his mouth.
* * * *
Fuck she was beautiful and she tasted divine. Slade drank in her juices filling his mouth like a man starved of water, blown away by her responsiveness. Hovering on the edge of her release as she was, her pussy clenched around his fingers, and his dick throbbed in answer. She moaned her denial when he withdrew his fingers, and with one last long lick up her slit, lifted his head to look at her. Her skin glowed with the flush of arousal, and she thrashed her head from side to side and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Eyes screwed shut she was a picture in concentration and she froze when he slapped her clit with an openhanded swat.
“No coming, petal.” She yanked on her chains and dug her heels into the bed, her whole body going taut with her need to come and her desperate attempt to follow his order, as her engorged bud quivered and more of her juices stained the covers.
He indulged himself with another lick, careful to stay away from that bundle of nerves, and she clamped her thighs around his head. He bit into the soft flesh surrounding him, and Laura flew.
Slade swore under his breath and latched onto her pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her channel, wishing like fuck it was his cock she was milking with the violent contractions of her internal muscles, but he hadn’t had time to sheath himself, and he would not risk his little brat for anything.
She wasn’t on any kind of birth control, he knew that from her club registration form, and as much as the thought of her being heavy with his child made his chest feel tight, he had no idea how she would feel about the possibility of a baby. Hell, he didn’t know if she even wanted to stay with him for any longer than the night the auction had committed her to, and he cursed himself for a fool, even as he pushed her over the edge again.
“No…no…I can’t. Oh, god…Yes…”
Laura came apart again, and Slade removed the clamps. He watched as the blood rushed back into her nipples, and her body bowed off the bed. Laura screamed as she went over that edge again. Tears streamed down her face, and he released her wrists from the quick release cuffs and pulled her into his arms, loving the way she clung to him.
When her body eventually stopped shuddering, he kissed her, and it was his turn to groan when she fisted his heavy erection.
“It’s not fair, you still haven’t come. Please let me help you, Sir.”
Without waiting for his answer she scooted down and kissed the tip of his dick.
Slade shut his eyes and fisted the bedcovers in an effort to stop himself from grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth in earnest. Instead he watched her, as she licked his cock like an ice cream. Gooseflesh broke out on his skin and his balls drew tight, as she swallowed his dick. His hips flexed and he watched her throat move as she swallowed his pre-cum. Eyes closed, her fingers wrapped round the bottom of his shaft, her tongue and lips worked sweet magic on his cock, until he had to yank her off it.
Her eyes opened and he waited for her gaze to focus on him, even though his balls positively screamed at him for the interruption.
“Please, Slade…Sir.” Her needy whisper was an echo of his own thoughts and he cupped her chin.
“No, I want to come inside your tight cunt, petal. I want to feel you milk my cock and for your greedy pussy to suck me dry, while you come around my dick.”
Her eyes widened further and he knew his breathing was as choppy as hers, as he ground those words out through gritted teeth.
“Condoms on the bed stand. Get them.”
She jumped at the terse command and scrambled to comply. She had to reach across him and her tits dangled in front of his face. Slade indulged himself by biting one of the swollen nipples, and Laura hissed her arousal. The sweet musk of her pussy filled his nostrils and more of her wetness slid down the inside of her leg. He swiped his fingers through the evidence of her arousal and licked them clean, while she struggled to open the condom packet.
“I…shit. I can’t do this.”
Slade took it off her, and using his teeth, had it opened in record time. She moved to roll it on him, but he stopped her. If she touched him now, it would be game fucking over, and he’d waited too long for this moment to finally, truly make her his.
“No, get on all fours in the middle of the bed for me.”
The eagerness with which she followed his order made his chest feel even tighter and a rush of affection swamped him. Condom in place he swatted her ass cheeks and aligned himself with her pussy.
“Are you ready for me, petal?” he asked, even though he knew she was dripping for him.
At her whispered, “Yes,” he thrust into her tight hole and the world tilted.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So good, so fucking good.” He closed his eyes and savored the moment, until his aching balls forced him to move. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
She clenched around him and he started thrusting in earnest, her gasps and moans spurring him on. Hands clamped round her hips he pummeled into her with enough force to shake the bed.
The delicious friction created pushed him to the edge in no time, and he reached across to pinch her clit, as his orgasm built at the base of his spine.
Laura screamed and convulsed around his cock, sending him too over the edge at lightning speed. He thrust deep, as jet after jet of his cum flowed through his dick, until he collapsed on top of her. Her arms and legs gave way and he rolled them both until she was spooning against him, and he withdrew. Slade tied up the condom and threw it into the wastepaper bin by the bed, and then pulled a still shuddering Laura close to him.
She sighed and wriggled her butt into his groin with a giggle, causing his cock to twitch in interest.
She froze when she realized and he chuckled.
“Relax, baby. Give me five and we can do that again.”
He smiled at her snort and buried his face into her neck. What he wouldn’t give to have that slender column adorned with his collar, and to know that she was truly his.
Chapter Seven
When her breathing finally returned to normal, and her postorgasmic haze lifted, reality crashed around Laura’s ears. Even cocooned in Slade’s arms she shivered. Her sore nipples hurt like crazy, and her body felt as though it had been run over by a tow truck. Tears filled her eyes and she sniffed.
Instantly Slade propped himself up next to her, and pulled her up and next to him, until her head was resting on his shoulder.
“I’m here, baby. It’s okay.” He kissed the tears off her face and she tried to smile for him, but just couldn’t get her lips to move.
“It’s not okay, though is it?” She rolled her eyes at how pathetic she sounded. When she’d signed up for this auction, it was supposed to have been a bit of kinky fun with a stranger, that’s all. Instead she’d encountered Slade, and learned things about herself she wasn’t sure she liked. How did one come to terms with the fact that you needed pain to truly let go? And what must he think of her? No sane person did what they did, and still craved more. She knew without him saying it, that in Slade she found the one man…Dom who would always push her out of her comfort zone. He’d said that was his job, but what did that mean? Where did they go from here?
She hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud, until Slade sighed. He cupped her chin in a surprisingly gentle hold and kissed her nose.
“Where do you want us to take this, Laura?” The use of her real name stunned her for an instant and he smiled and ran his thumb over her mouth.
“I told you, I don’t require your submission twenty-four seven. Our scene is over, but even if it wasn’t you always have the power to stop it. Your submission to me is a gift that humbles me, little brat. I don’t expect it. In fact, there is a small part of me that wonders if I haven’t dreamt all this.”
He winke
d at her and this time she did smile.
“Is that your way of telling me that you dream about me?”
Instead of laughing as she was expecting him to, he grew serious, and her stomach hollowed out. He ran a hand through his hair and she almost didn’t catch his whispered, “Always.”
Slade glanced at her and the emotion she glimpsed swirling in the depths of his beautiful eyes gave her a warm glow inside, even as the rational side of her brain called her a fool.
Just because she’d always carried a torch for him, didn’t mean that he cared for her in any other way than a friend, or a Dom to his sub, as per the terms of their agreement, or did it?
In her agitation she’d twisted her hands into the bedcovers, and Slade grasped them in his, stopping the frantic movement of her fingers.
“How could I not dream about you, Laura? Leaving you after the funeral was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but I knew if I stayed I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, and Mike was right about one thing. You were too young for me. You still are.”
She snorted at that and tried to pull her hands away, but he wouldn’t let her.
“I mean it, Laura. I’m fifteen years older than you. That might not seem such a huge gap right now, but it was back then, and it sure as fuck will be when I’m an old man getting my pension and you’ll still be in your forties. You deserve someone better than me, someone younger, and dare I say it, someone with less need to hurt you.”
She gasped at those words and he let her go and balled his hands into fists.
“You didn’t hurt me.” She was quick to defend him, but he cocked just one eyebrow and gave her what she had come to recognize as his Dom stare. Heat rose in her cheeks and it took every ounce of backbone she had to keep her eyes trained on his.
“Well, not any more than I wanted you to.” He cocked his other eyebrow, and dropped his gaze to her still swollen nipples, as if to make a silent point. “Okay, maybe more than I wanted you to, but like you said that’s your job, and I’ve never…I mean…oh fuck.”
Slade’s tense demeanor relaxed slightly, and it gave her the courage to carry on. If someone as experienced as he was seemed worried about what they had done together, then she could voice the thoughts swirling in her head.
“I loved it, okay? I’ve never come so hard or so fast, and whilst I ache everywhere today, it’s also a good pain because it means you’ve used me well.” She glanced his way, and put her hands over her burning cheeks, but she had to make him see, and then maybe she would understand herself a bit better too.
“And that makes me all kinds of perverted, just like Mike said.” Slade snorted and she smiled. “Yeah, I know, but it’s just hard to get my head round it all, and there must be something wrong with me, right? At least that’s what my shrink said.”
“Shrink? Why would you need to see a shrink?”
Laura shrugged her shoulders and Slade’s hand settled on her neck, exerting just enough pressure to make her squirm.
“Petal?” That one word sliced through the air and Laura sighed.
“No need to go all Dom on me, Sir. I’ll tell you. I didn’t deal very well with the accident. “Survivor guilt” the shrink called it. All I know is that hurting myself made some of that go away. I guess that’s why I put up with Johan for as long as I did. You were gone and I wanted Mike’s approval so badly. He blamed me, you see. Oh he never said, but it was there every time he looked at me. Johan was his partner, so he pushed us together. Ironically he was the one that introduced me to kinky sex, though with him he just used it as an excuse to hit me.”
Slade reached for her, but she shook him off.
“No, don’t. I need to tell you this, and if you touch me now, I’ll just cry and then we won’t get anywhere.”
He nodded, his face grim and the flash of pure, raw anger she glimpsed in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. He took his hand off her neck and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Anyway, I met my friend Jennifer and she made me see that Johan was all kinds of wrong for me. I broke it off and Mike hasn’t said two nice words to me since. Jennifer is a party girl, and she dragged me along to all sorts of play parties. So I experimented a little, but it was never enough and then Jennifer mentioned the club, and well, you know the rest.”
“I see.”
* * * *
Slade did see, all too clearly, and he wanted to tear both Mike and this Johan limb from fucking limb. It was one thing to hurt Laura in a scene, to push her just enough for her to fly, another thing entirely for some abusive asshole to lay hands on her under the guise of BDSM. Slade crunched his teeth in disgust and forced himself to relax. He was scaring her with his silence, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. That she trusted him enough to let go, to commit to the auction in what had to have been an effort to exercise her demons, told him more about her character, her innate need for submission than anything else she had said.
Still he had to get her to say it out loud.
“So you signed up for the auction because…?”
Heat rose in her cheeks, and he marveled once again at her ability to still blush. It made him want to wrap her up in cotton wool and never let her go. Okay, so maybe make that spiked cotton wool. He smiled at the thought and she gave him a tentative grin.
“So the auction?” he asked. “Why my club and why now?”
“Your club because it’s supposed to be the best. Now, well you know why.” Her bottom lip trembled and she hugged herself.
“Your parents?” he asked and she nodded. “To take your mind off the anniversary.” Again that tiny nod.
“I didn’t know it was your club, of course. But, I’m so very glad it was you who bought me.”
He smiled and opened his arms and she scooted into his embrace, snuggling into him, as though her life depended on it. His cock rose with predictable efficiency at having her naked body so deliciously draped over him and he shifted her slightly so she wouldn’t notice. Too late if the glint of her eyes and the way she deliberately wriggled her hips, making him groan, was anything to go by. He squeezed the still tender marks on her ass, and she stilled with a pout.
“Behave. You don’t want a spanking right now.”
“Yes, Sir.” Laura gave him a mock salute and stuck her tongue out at him, and he didn’t even try to hide his amusement. This was so much like the old Laura he knew that his heart felt lighter.
“I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realized it was you. All my dreams came to life right there. I’d been debating getting in touch with you, since I got back in the country, but I thought you married.”
She startled at that and it was his turn to shrug his shoulders.
“I should have known better than to trust Mike, but I had no reason not to. He said you’d gotten married and were happy and to leave you alone. His little sister was not to be perverted by my insane tastes.” He mimed quotation marks and Laura swore.
“I swear I’ll nick one of Mistress Scarlett’s whips and give that brother of mine what for, when I see him again.”
“Bloodthirsty, I like it, petal, but I would suggest just letting Scarlett loose on him. She likes a challenge and I’ve seen the way she looks at him. I’d never have pegged Mike for a submissive, but she definitely had him in her thrall. I reckon setting him up with my co-owner would be the best way to deal with him.”
Slade had to laugh at the wicked images playing themselves out in his mind and Laura too giggled.
“Maybe, yes. Would serve him right, wouldn’t it.” She grew serious and looked up at him. “So if you co-own the club, does that mean you’re not a lawyer anymore?”
“No, I’m very much a lawyer. Johnson and Sons sent me here to open up their first UK branch. They’re expanding you see, so that’s another reason I didn’t look you up. I’ve been so busy getting this house sorted and finding the right premises, getting staff, etc. The auction night was the first night I was able to let my hair down.” He grinned t
o himself and pulled her a bit closer. Close enough for his ever-eager cock to settle in the crack of her ass. Moisture greeted him and he groaned into her neck when she pushed down on him.
“You’re playing with fire, little brat.”
He felt rather than saw her smile, as she kissed his throat.
“I told you yesterday, maybe I like playing with fire…”
“That can be arranged, you know.” She went so still at his whispered statement he wondered if she was even breathing. Sure enough she took a shuddering breath and sat up straight to be able to look at him.
“You mean, literally?” Her eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement and he grew hard as nails.
“Yes, I mean literally. I happen to be an expert at fire and wax play to mention but a few of my favorites, and it would be my honor to introduce you to this kind of play.” He framed her face in his hands and massaged the rapidly beating pulse points in her neck with his fingers.
“There are so many things I’d like to show you, if you’ll let me, petal.”
Slade swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. She didn’t say anything, just sat there, looking at him, her usually so expressive face a complete blank. Had he read her all wrong? Was he projecting his own feelings into this situation?
“Of course, I understand if you want to find a younger Dom. We have several unattached Doms in the club who would only be too glad to take you on.”
His gut churned at the mere thought of seeing his petal in a scene with anyone else. His, she was his and always would be, dammit, but this had to be her choice. She still didn’t say anything, just sat there, studying him, as though he was an interesting species of microbe under the microscope, and beads of perspiration slid down between his shoulder blades.
“Why would I want to find a younger Dom?” she finally asked. She trailed one finger over his nipples and tweaked his chest hair with a small smile that made his heart beat faster. “You seem awfully hung up about this age thing. Has it ever occurred to you that I might like older men?”
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