Deceitfully Yours

by Bethany Bazile

  An hour can’t pass fast enough is the only thing going through my mind our entire lunch date. Erik has talked about his house, his new car, and his next vacation. I have to dig my nails into my thigh to keep from rolling my eyes.

  I’m supposed to be impressed, but all I feel is irritated. He eats a piece of his dessert and moans. “This is fantastic,” he says, pointing his fork at the fluffy cake with chocolate frosting. “Taste.” He sticks his fork in my face, and I shake my head.

  “No, thanks.”

  “Come on, just one bite.”

  “Fine.”

  He feeds me the sweet concoction, and I must admit this may be the highlight to this whole lunch.

  “Good, right?”

  “Umm hmm.” I nod my head and actually accept another forkful.

  Just as I’m about to reach over and confiscate Erik’s dessert I hear, “Kylie.”

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The man disappears for a week then shows up just as another man is putting something sweet in my mouth. This looks bad.

  Jude glares down at me like a father chastising his child. “I see you’ve forgotten our arrangement.”

  I shake my head emphatically as I swallow the cake. “No, it’s not what you think.” I wipe my mouth with the cloth and rise from my seat. “Can we talk about this later?” I whisper into his ear.

  “Be at my place at six,” he says loudly enough for Erik to hear. Now that the initial shock of seeing him has worn off, I’m a little irritated with him for ignoring me all week, then trying to lay claim on me.

  I take my seat and say, “I can’t make it.”

  He’s visibly taken aback by my response. He glances over at Erik and then dismisses him as though he’s no competition. In reality Erik is playing an entirely different game, maybe on another planet. That’s how far from competition he is.

  “Don’t make me come get you,” he threatens.

  Erik finally decides to jump in. “Who are you?”

  Mason smiles dryly and looks into my eyes as he says, “You’re the guy who takes her to dinner and buys her expensive gifts in exchange for a hug goodbye. I’m the guy who ties her up and fucks her.”

  My eyes widen, and I gasp at his bold behavior. I jump out of my seat and glare at him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

  “My place at six,” he says, turning and leaving the restaurant. Once he’s gone, I realize people are staring. I was so consumed by Jude, as always, I forgot we had an audience.

  “Is that really what you’re into?” Erik asks.

  “I have to go,”

  “If that’s what’s been holding you back, I can give it to you rough.”

  My lunch almost comes back up as I watch him grab his crotch and smile at me. Erik isn’t bad looking, but he’s no Jude. Jude doesn’t have to ask me what I like. He shows me what I like without me ever knowing it’s what I wanted.

  “Thanks for lunch, Erik.” I pick up my bag and rush out the door before Erik uses Jude’s little announcement to make me more uncomfortable.

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  As I cross the threshold into Jude’s house, I can feel the tension radiating off him. He’s still wearing his trousers and shirt with the jacket removed and the tie hanging loose. I stop halfway across the foyer and turn to face him. He’s leaning against the shut door, staring at me, expressionless.

  “You didn’t call me for a week.” It’s a weak excuse but all I have.

  “Did I miss your call sometime in that week?” He knows I didn’t call. He’s just trying to make a point.

  “We never talked about being exclusive.” I berate myself for even saying that. With a man like Jude there’s no need to talk exclusivity; he’s too possessive to share.

  “Which part of ‘I would own you’ didn’t you understand? Maybe you need me to demonstrate.”

  “No, I just—”

  “I don’t want to talk anymore. I’ll meet you downstairs.” He doesn’t have to give me instructions. I know which room to wait in. He walks past me, and I see a glimpse of disappointment in his eyes. He purposely leaves me alone in the foyer. I have a choice to walk away, but we both know I won’t.

  I actually bow my head on my way downstairs. More than anything else I’m sorry I disappointed him. I didn’t expect to actually get into this lifestyle, and I definitely didn’t expect to feel horrible for hurting him. I’ve unwittingly become his sub, and all the emotions that come with the role seem to be surfacing. I wish I could’ve avoided this situation, but Mason was pressuring me, and stalling was getting me nowhere.

  I enter the room I’ve labeled the torture chamber. With all my clothes stripped off my body, I kneel in the middle of the room. I’m fully prepared for my punishment. In fact, I’ve convinced myself it’s the only way I can atone for my date with Erik and all the other things I’m keeping from Jude.

  As he enters the room, I drop my head and stare at the ground. The last time we were in this room, apprehension and excitement filled me. This time I’m ashamed because I disrespected him so deeply he wants to punish me.

  His commanding presence encircles me. Possessiveness isn’t a small trait in Jude; it’s who he is. He dominates the room and is always ready to bend me to his will. I can’t imagine how a man like him could have kept this bottled up for so long. In here he’s the man he should be, and only I get to see the power that exudes from him when we’re alone in his dungeon.

  “I’m not sure you understand what all this means yet,” he says, his voice cool and controlled. “Do you know what it means when I say I’m your master?”

  He hovers over me, but all I can see are his bare feet on the cool floor. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What does it mean, Kylie?” He touches my hair gently.

  “It means I’m yours, Sir.” My voice is small and shaky, and I don’t recognize it at all.

  He grips my hair from the back and pulls it until I’m forced to look up into his face. The anger I expect to see isn’t there. I feel no fear of him or what’s to come as I realize I trust him.

  “Is it okay to give another man what’s mine?”

  “I wasn’t giving Erik—” I gasp as his hand tightens in my hair and he leans down to my level.

  “And what if he took it?” he snaps, finally showing a small bit of his annoyance with me. He glides his fingers between the moist folds of my pussy, and I can’t believe how turned-on I am by this. He’s trying to dictate what I do in my life, and all I can think of is how much I want him to make me. Make me obey him. Make me submit to his every command, and most of all make me give my body to him. He puts a finger inside me. I grit my teeth to keep from moaning, but a low murmur escapes anyway.

  “Stand up.” He removes his finger, and I scurry to my feet. “Arms up.” I move as if he’s programmed me to obey him. Before I can think my body is already following his orders. Soft leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling encircle my wrist. He adjusts them so they aren’t too tight. He stands behind me, close enough I can feel his warmth, but doesn’t touch me. I squeeze my eyes shut and listen to his footsteps as they move across the room.

  Something brushes against my face, and I open my eyes. “This is a flogger. Do you remember it?”

  He used it the last time we were in here. “Yes, Sir.”

  He brushes the thin strings against my nipple, and they immediately pucker into tight little buds. “Did you like it?”

  He moves it lower until it sweeps against my swollen pussy. I nod my head and shut my eyes as it teases against my clit. I spread my legs wider, needing a stronger caress, but just as I do, the flogger slaps against my breast. The pain shocks me, and I begin to gasp, but the sound freezes in my throat as I realize Jude is watching me.

  He’s observing my reaction, gazing at me as though he knows my thoughts and feelings. I grit my teeth and stare back at him. My defiance incites him. The flogger lands on my ass this time, and I barely flinch.

  He walks around my naked frame and presses his bare chest against my back. “Yo
u’re just so damn stubborn,” he murmurs into my ear. He shifts, and his hard cock presses into my lower back. He reaches around and cups my breast.

  I don’t know whether to push back against the rigid bulge or push forward into his hands. I opt to stay sill, but as he pinches my aching nipple between his fingers, I arch into it. He runs another hand across my ribs, over my navel, and oh so slowly into the dripping wet folds of my pussy.

  The restraints dig into my arm as I strain against them. His breath is labored against my ear, his fingers firm and strong as they pierce into me.

  “Oh…please…”

  “How far do I need to go for you to realize I own this?” Another finger slips into me, his thumb brushes against my clit. He doesn’t have to go too far, because a couple more strokes and he’ll know.

  As if he’s read my thoughts, he pulls his fingers out, and I unconsciously groan in frustration. His warmth disappears, and I listen as he moves around behind me.

  “Tell me again who owns you. Tell me you’re ready to do as I say.” When did he get so close? His words tickle my neck, and he gently creeps his fingers back into my hair.

  “Fuck you.”.

  He laughs as he tightens his grip in my hair. It’s not a humorous laugh; it’s more of a satisfied laugh. He knew I would defy him at some point; he just had to push me to do it.

  “It’s so much more fun when I have to make you.” He pulls on my hair until it stings. He bites down on my neck, and my clit throbs. God, I want him to make me. I want him to spank me, torture me, and make me beg him like my life depends on it.

  He steps back, and he spreads my ass with his hands. The familiar cool, wet plug teases the tight ring of muscles there. I squeeze my eyes and brace for it. It slips in quickly with minimal pain. His finger skims over my pussy, and he spreads it much like he did my ass.

  “I hope you remember your manners today, because the only way you’re going to come is if you beg for it.”

  Something brushes against my opening, and he says, “Look down at my pussy.”

  The way he said the words caused liquid to begin running down my legs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aroused. I look down and watch as he inserts a thick dildo into me. I shiver as the little magic handle on the rabbit brushes against my clitoris. He straps it around my waist and steps away.

  I can’t refrain from watching him as he walks across the room and leans against the wall. He’s still wearing slacks but the shirt is gone and the tie hangs around his shoulders. He crosses his arms, and I stare at the way his muscles bunch with his movements. A pulsing sensation runs through my core then over my clitoris.

  My body tightens, and I begin to moan as I realize he’s turned on the rabbit with a remote. The phallus twirls and vibrates within until my eyes cross from the pleasure. The climb is intense, and the orgasm that’s about to flow through me is going to be fantastic. Just as I can feel the earth begin to shake, everything stops.

  He’s turned it off and refused me my orgasm. I look down to the ground, building my strength. I know I can handle this, but he does it over and over again. For what seems like an eternity, he keeps me within millimeters of ecstasy. My body is so overheated, I’m covered in sweat. My wrists ache from pulling against the cuffs, and my pussy is throbbing with need. He turns on the monster inside me, and I give up the battle.

  “Please, Sir…please…anything you want…”

  He walks over and lifts my chin until I’m looking into his eyes. He doesn’t ask for anything, but I give him what he’s quietly waiting for.

  “Every single cell in this body is yours. I relinquish control to you. You. Own. Me.”

  He wipes the sweat covered hair off my face, and he smiles like he’s proud of me.

  “Please, stop punishing me, Sir,” I beg in a small voice.

  “This is a lesson, sweetheart. Once you realize you’re mine, everything you want will be yours.” He releases the straps and pulls the rabbit out. I flinch as it glides against my sensitive tissues. “What do you want?” he asks.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I answer immediately. He reaches for his belt, and my heart pounds with anticipation. He pulls his pants and underwear down in one motion. His thick cock bounces out and points up at me.

  He lifts me by the waist, and I automatically wrap my legs around him. We’re both looking down and watching our bodies merge as he slowly lowers me onto his hard shaft. My pussy stretches to accommodate him. With one sharp thrust, he buries himself deep inside of me. Our eyes meet right before he takes on a punishing rhythm.

  He cups my ass, and twists the plug. He slams his cock into me, and my body seizes, twitching uncontrollably as unparalleled pleasure surges through me. He pulls the plug completely out, and my breath catches in my throat. My head hangs back, and I lose all ability to function as my climax explodes in me.

  I hear him grunt in the distance. One final hard thrust pounds against my G-spot. My voice comes alive, and I wail as another orgasm races to the surface, taking me higher than before. My overstimulated senses drown me, and I shatter, not only physically but mentally. Tears begin to pour from my eyes, and sobs wrack my body.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jude

  Shit, I went too far.

  I quickly unbuckle her wrists and wrap my arms around her. My cock is still throbbing in her tight channel as her wet face rests on my shoulder. She clings to me with her arms and legs, tremors running through her body. Her tortured gasps echo in my chest.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. Why didn’t you safeword? You know I would never hurt you.”

  She picks up her head and looks at me with vulnerable, glassy eyes. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  “Then what’s going on? Talk to me.”

  She shifts her body, and my cock stirs inside her. She shivers, her lips part and her eyes droop. Fuck, she’s sexy. That open expression of lust on her face makes me want to fuck her all over again.

  “The problem is I don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t expect this, but I feel horrible for hurting you. I swear that man wasn’t—”

  “Shh…that’s over and forgiven.”

  “I really hated that you were mad at me. You didn’t call, and I…” She presses her breasts against my chest and kisses my neck. “I just want to be with you.”

  I moan softly as she moves her tongue under my chin. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I lift her off my cock, and she whines as I disconnect us. If I let her sit there for a minute longer, I would’ve fucked her against the wall before we even made it up the stairs.

  I scoop her up into my arms and carry her down the hall, past the room she usually stays in. She looks up at me puzzled. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m taking you to my room.”

  She buries her face back into my neck, but not before a smile blossom on her face.

  I lay her down on my bed while I fill the tub. By the time I get back, she’s snuggled into the white sheets like she belongs there. She opens her eyes as I lift her. She gazes at me with an unguarded look I’ve never seen from her before.

  I place her in the warm water, and she smiles at me as I begin to rub bodywash onto her skin. “I can do this,” she says shyly as I circle her breast.

  “Let me take care of you.”

  “Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you, Sir?”

  “There’s nothing like taking care of your sub after she’s pleased you. Being a Dom isn’t all about giving orders. Sometimes I need to show you how much I appreciate you.” She has absolutely no idea that a sub holds all the power in this kind of relationship. Before she walked into my life, I didn’t realize how much of myself I was compromising to be in a vanilla relationship. This woman may be everything I’ve been looking for, and that makes her really powerful.

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  A soft breast fills my left hand, nipple budding against my palm. My right hand rests on her navel, right above the thin thatch of hair that covers her pussy. I bury my nose into her long
disheveled hair and inhale her, and she pushes her soft butt back into my hardening cock I could definitely get used to waking this way.

  I rub her tight, pink nipple with my thumb, and she arches into my touch. Her movement causes her ass to push against my already-swollen cock. I roll her onto her back and hover over her naked body. She slowly opens her eyes. They’re brighter than usual or maybe it’s just the morning sun making them glow. Her blonde hair lies in ribbons against my pillow. If this is what it’s like to have an angel in my bed, I’m going to hell for all the dirty things I’m going to do to her.

  “Good morning,” I whisper in her ear. I can feel goose bumps form under my finger as I run my hand down her side. I trail kisses over her neck and navel until I’ve reached the soft flesh between her thighs.

  Her pussy is soft pink and fully ripened to be fucked without my touch, but I can’t resist. I spread her outer lips open and glide my tongue along her moistened labia. Tasting her is like tasting something heavenly. I can become dependent on her richly sweet flavor.

  Her moans sound like soft whispers as she writhes on the sheets. If I had my ropes up here, I’d tie her to the bed and make her come till the bed is soaked and she has no voice left to scream.

  I slide my finger up and down her wet opening. Then I lick her, making circles while carefully avoiding her clit. I plunge my finger into her drenched channel just as my tongue strokes her clit. Her back arches off the bed, and her moans turn into high-pitched cries. She clenches the sheets; her pussy clenches my finger. If she comes without asking I’m going to enjoy spanking her ass before I fuck her.

  I pull my mouth off to scold her when the doorbell rings. Her legs tense, and she looks down at me aghast. “Ask me for it,” I say. The doorbell continues to chime in an annoying succession.

  “But…the door?”

  “You have thirty seconds before your window of opportunity shuts.”

  She quickly says, “Can I come please, Sir?”

  I suck her clit into my mouth and ram my finger against her G-spot. Her body trembles, and she’s climbing quickly. I release my suction hold on her clit and roll my tongue softly over it. She lifts her hips, making circles against my mouth. She’s chasing her orgasm, and she’s about to catch it. Her clit is swollen and throbbing. When I lift the little hood over it and caress the sensitive nub, she explodes. She clasps my hair with her fingers, and she howls her release.