That Night with You

by Alexandrea Weis

  “Not like that.” His hand careened down her inner thigh to her folds. When a low, buzzing noise filled the room, Madison’s eyes widened.

  “This is a small vibrator I like to use. I promise you will like it.” Separating her folds with his fingers, he touched the vibrator to her sensitive nub.

  Madison lurched against the handcuffs. “Oh, God,” she cried out.

  “Now tell me again.”

  Madison fought to gain control of her faculties. “I want you, Hayden,” she stated, raising her voice.

  “I’m not convinced.”

  Groaning, she arched against the bed, pulling on the handcuffs. The vibrator was stimulating her in tantalizing but intense waves. Soon, the intensity got to be too much for her. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and she clenched her hands when she felt a powerful orgasm beginning to overtake her.

  “What do you want me to do to you, Madison?” His voice sounded insistent and slightly dangerous.

  “Make love to me,” she called out, fighting against her restraints.

  Just as she was reaching that dizzying height of climax, he removed the vibrator, and the buzzing noise ceased. Madison crashed against the bed, devastated.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

  He leaned over her face, grinning. “I really dislike the term making love. It glorifies a very instinctual act.”

  She closed her eyes, exasperated. “Then what should we call this?” she gasped between breaths.

  After a few seconds passed and he had made no reply, Madison opened her eyes to see him still sitting beside her, studying her. “Tell me about your fantasies, Madison.”

  “I told you I don’t have any—”

  “You lied to me. Now tell me what you have always wanted a man to do with you.” He spread her legs apart, kneeling between them, and she heard him turn the vibrator back on. “I’ll make you tell me…eventually.”

  When he pushed the vibrator into her, she cried out, tugging hard against the handcuffs. The vibrator had her body spiraling out of control. Once again, she could feel the landslide of her orgasm building, and then he abruptly stopped.

  “Ready to talk? I’ll keep bringing you closer and closer until you tell me.”

  She whimpered and fell back against the bed. “All right, you win. I’ve always had this fantasy about….” She went quiet, gulping back her shame.

  Hayden shoved three fingers hard into her, making her wince. “Keep talking, baby.”

  She gritted her teeth as he pushed farther into her. “I’ve dreamed about dancing naked for a man. Taking off my clothes and dancing before someone.”

  “That’s a pretty common fantasy. Anything else?” His fingers slowly eased out of her.

  “To dance for him and then…have him take me. Push me into some piece of furniture or a table, and while he holds me by the hair…you get the idea.” Sagging into the bed, she felt utterly violated. She had never shared that with anyone, and knowing that Hayden was aware of her innermost thoughts made her apprehensive about what he would do with such knowledge.

  “Hmmm,” he murmured into her hair as his fingers once again reached into her wet folds. “Now that’s what I want to hear…the truth.” He turned the vibrator on and flicked it against her nub, making Madison shudder. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  His fingers roughly moved in and out of her as he held the vibrator to her nub. “Do you want more?”

  She rolled her head to the side, sucking in a gasp. “Yes, more.”

  Desperate to relieve that awful ache inside of her, she yearned for his fingers to go deeper. Just as her orgasm was about to take over, he stopped and bit down on her left shoulder…hard.

  “No,” Madison cried out. “Please, Hayden.”

  “Tell me what to do, Madison.”

  She wrapped her legs about his hips. “I need you inside of me,” she begged.

  “That’s not what I want to hear.”

  “What do you want from me?” Taut with need, she barely recognized her raspy voice.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  She stiffened next to him, unsure of what to do. She wasn’t that kind of girl, or was she? Desire was a funny thing; it made you do the unthinkable. She tilted her head back and gazed into his eyes. “Fuck me, Hayden. Fuck me hard.”

  “That’s what I needed from you…passion.” Hayden pitched the small vibrator to the floor and grabbed the condom package on the bedspread beside her. After slipping it on, he reached underneath her butt and lifted her hips. With one swift movement, he entered her, hard and fast.

  Relieved to feel him inside of her, Madison angled her hips upward, allowing him the deepest penetration. When he had pushed all the way into her, he stilled and sighed into her neck.

  “Say you’re mine, Madison.”

  “I’m yours, Hayden,” she avowed. “I’ve always been yours.”

  Aroused by her statement, he began ramming into her, grunting into her skin, and holding her close.

  Madison’s arms and shoulders burned as they were stretched further with his every thrust, but she didn’t mind the pain. Slapping her hips into his as he pounded into her, she hungered for him, desperate to have him go as deep as he could. When her muscles tensed and her back arched, a slow, deep moan escaped her lips. As the climax catapulted through her, her lips parted and she cried out his name.

  Spurred on by her cry, Hayden hurriedly thrust into her, once and then twice more, before his whole body became rigid and he groaned. Collapsing on top of her, the weight of his body crushed her into the bed, creating more pain in her arms.

  “Hayden, I can’t feel my fingers,” she pleaded into his chest.

  Sitting up on his elbow, he reached up for the handcuffs and fumbled with the release button. After several long seconds, the silver bracelets fell away. Reclining beside her, he took her hands and tenderly massaged them, occasionally kissing her fingers.

  As Madison watched him care for her, a deep fondness for him began to pervade her heart. She hesitated in thinking it could be love, but what they had just shared made her feel closer to him. Somehow more connected, as if she were truly his.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Do what? Handcuff you?” he inquired, placing her hand against her chest. “You brought the handcuffs, Madison.”

  “Not the handcuffs. Ask me to say those things? Why did you need to hear me say that?” She rolled over to her side. “It was almost as if you weren’t going to be satisfied until you got what you wanted out of me.”

  “I wasn’t. I didn’t need to hear you say you wanted me like that, Madison. You needed to say it.” He rested back against the bed. “You’ve been almost like a spectator when we have sex. There, but not quite there, emotionally anyway. Tonight, you were there, and you wanted me.”

  “So handcuffing me to the bed and torturing me with a vibrator was your way of getting me to actively participate?” She let out a long sigh. “You have a hell of a way with women.”

  His arms came around her. “Did you like it?”

  “What does that make me if I say I did like it?”

  “A woman who knows what she likes.” He kissed her cheek. “And you don’t need any more invitations to come over.”

  “Is that what this was about?” Madison sat up in the bed. “You wanted to show me that I’m welcome here?”

  “I wanted you to feel comfortable with me and to open up to me. You’re mine now, remember that.”

  Madison had heard girls talk about that moment when a man wanted to commit to them; to turn dating into a relationship and a possible future. Everyone had made it sound exciting, filled with emotion and words of love. As she searched his face, Madison saw none of that. She preferred this declaration to any other. It was honest, and instead of hiding his true nature behind romance novel-like words, he had given her his raw desire; she, in turn, had given him her devotion.

  She settled in next him. “I g
uess I’ll just knock on your door, naked and waving a pair of handcuffs in the future.”

  “I have a very clear mental image of that.”

  “So will your neighbors.”

  He began stroking her hair. “75336.”

  “What’s that?”

  “The code. You can punch it into the keypads I have set up beside the front door or the rear door to the garage. Enter the code and the security will turn off. Then the door will pop open. When you leave, shut the door and type in the code again. That way the security will turn back on.” His hand glided up and down her back. “See how simple it is?”

  She sat up on her elbow, eyeing his face. “Am I supposed to give you a spare key to my place?”

  He pulled her back to him. “I don’t think we’ll be sleeping at your place. Mrs. Leder might show up with whips and chains if I stay there.”

  “You never know with Mrs. Leder.”

  Sighing into him, Madison closed her eyes as an unfamiliar calm came over her. Never before had she felt so comfortable with a man. She wasn’t second-guessing herself, wondering what he was thinking, or having that emotional turmoil clouding her thoughts. There was just peace. She wasn’t sure if it was the exertion of the day, or the secure feeling of his arms about her, but within seconds, Madison fell blissfully asleep.

  Chapter 13

  The sound of a man’s raised voice woke Madison from a dream of unicorns and green forests. Brushing aside the sleep from her eyes, she strained to get a clearer impression of the voice that she had heard. Sitting up in the king-sized bed, she listened for anything coming through the open bedroom door.

  “Dammit, Ellen, I don’t need this shit from you right now. So what if I have someone here?” Hayden’s voice was brimming with anger. “You sent that little kiss ass to my office to keep an eye on me, didn’t you? I told you before if he pulled anything I would—”

  Madison sat up in the bed. Spying Hayden’s shirt on the floor, she reached for it.

  “Don’t give me that crap,” his voice was back. “You and I both know that you only want him to—”

  Shrugging into his shirt, Madison snuck across the bedroom floor to the open door.

  “Bullshit!” Hayden yelled.

  She could hear his voice coming from a room across the narrow white hallway, where a thick oak door was partially ajar.

  “I’ll call Marc Collins and tell him what you’ve been up to. See if that helps your case any,” Hayden shouted. “You can have the damned house, I told you. I just want—”

  Madison crept out into the hallway, closer to the half-open door. Hoping not to be seen, she was just about to peek around the edge of the thick door when his voice rang out.

  “Go to hell, Ellen, and don’t call me again. Anything you want to say, send it to Marc.” Then there was silence.

  Madison did not know if she should forge ahead into the room to offer comfort, or sneak back to bed and pretend that she hadn’t heard a thing. She was about to opt for a hasty retreat when his feet came bounding toward her.

  The door flew open, and Madison almost fell backwards; his tall figure was looming over her. Wearing only his briefs, his bare muscular chest and ripped abdomen appeared even more imposing than the previous night.

  “What are you doing?” Hayden snapped, and grabbed her arm.

  Terrified of what he was thinking, she tugged at his hand, wanting to get away. “I heard you shouting. It woke me up.” Again, she pulled at his grip. “I thought something was wrong.”

  His lips slammed together, and when he let her go, Madison quickly took a few steps back from him. He held up his hands, trying to allay her fear.

  “It’s all right.” He glanced back into the room and ran his hand over his face. “I was yelling at my ex-wife. It seems one of my neighbors called her and told her I had a woman over. That set her off.”

  Relief pulsed through her. For a moment, she thought he would be angry with her for spying on him. Madison rubbed her hand over her right wrist and winced slightly when she found it tender.

  He gently inspected her wrist. “You’re bruised.” He noted the thin bracelet line of bruising around her right wrist, and then checked her left one. The same light pattern of bruising covered that wrist, too.

  “This is why I hate handcuffs.” He turned her toward the hallway.

  “You’ve used them before?” she asked, being ushered into the bedroom.

  He went to the adjoining bathroom. “Yes,” he called over his shoulder. “Many times.”

  She followed him into the bathroom. “With who?” came out faster than she could stifle it.

  He was standing next to his double vanity, staring into a medicine cabinet behind the large mirror. “Are you asking about the women I’ve slept with?” He never took his eyes away from the cabinet. “Would you like to hear about them?”

  Madison was not sure what to say. Hearing about his other women would only make her feel more inexperienced, but her curiosity was winning out against her reservations. Folding her arms across her chest, she boldly leaned against the countertop.

  “Okay. Tell me about them.”

  He smiled like a proud teacher with an apt pupil. “My last lover was named Danielle. She worked as an investment banker. We met at a party and came back here. She was too aggressive in bed for me. She liked to bite and scratch a lot. It only lasted a few nights.”

  Madison shifted on her feet, a little uncomfortable with the topic, but determined to go on. “Before her?”

  “Lydia. She was a night clerk at a grocery store. One night when I was shopping, she came on to me…then she took me into the stock room and gave me a blow job. The next night I went back, brought her in the stock room, and fucked her from behind. She was pretty, but very dull. I don’t shop at that store anymore.”

  Madison blushed as a picture of Hayden and Lydia in a stock room came to mind. “The next one?”

  He inched up to her, placing his arm about her waist. “Before Lydia there was Eve. She was into a lot of kinky things and very fun. She liked to be tied up and spanked. Eve got off on practically being raped. Real rough sex.” He dropped his head into her neck, smelling her skin. “It turned me on at first, but after a while I discovered there was no challenge in that.”

  “Challenge?” Madison’s butt hit the cold countertop.

  His arms pinned her to the vanity. “No control.”

  Cocking her head to the side, she considered his words. “Why do you like being in control?”

  “It’s the way I’ve always liked it. When I first started having sex I was sixteen. I always felt something was lacking. In college, I met Garrett. He belonged to this fraternity…a fraternity of men who liked being in control. There I learned a great deal about sexual preferences and women.”

  “What exactly did you do in this fraternity?”

  He rubbed his hips against hers. “I can tell you, or I can show you.”

  She stared assertively into his eyes, letting her lips hover in front of his. “Show me.”

  He easily lifted her onto the vanity, and ran his hands along her inner thighs, spreading her legs apart. “I want you to allow me to take control of your pleasure.” His fingers tempted her delicate folds. “Only your pleasure.”

  She sucked in a delighted breath. “I think you’ve already done that.” She opened her legs wider for him.

  “Not quite, but I’m getting there.” His hands gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the countertop. He kneeled on the floor and began kissing her inner right thigh, his lips ascending slowly to the junction between her legs.

  She flushed when his mouth settled over her sensitive spot, almost crying out loud when he began sucking mercilessly on her. As she was writhing on the countertop, he positioned her legs over his shoulders, tilting her backwards. Her hands combed through his dark brown hair, pulling hard as he bit her flesh.

  “Yes,” she cried.

  The swirling of his tongue sent her crashing into the van
ity mirror, knocking her head against the glass, but she didn’t feel anything. Her mind was too overcome by the roaring of her blood, the burning in between her legs, and the slow, deliberate ache rising from her gut. She wanted him to hurry, to make her scream with release, but just as she was about to tip over that cliff of unrelenting abandon, he pulled away.

  The disappointment in her body was cataclysmic and she almost crashed to the floor when he stood up, removing his support from her legs.

  “What is it?” she gasped, gaping into his face.

  The smirk on his lips immediately told her of his intentions. He had meant to leave her aching for him, wanting her to beg for more. She sat up, feeling utterly dejected.

  “What do you want, Hayden?”

  He leaned over the counter, trapping her between his strong arms. His face hovered in front of her. “I need you to submit to me.”

  Shaking her head, Madison sighed. “I thought I was already doing that.”

  “Submission means giving yourself to me without question. In order to do that, you must trust me.” He stood back from the vanity, keeping his sizzling eyes on her. “Get on the floor.”

  At this point Madison wasn’t sure what to expect, but she also wasn’t afraid, which intrigued her. Last night she had been apprehensive about his games, today she was just getting frustrated. Climbing from the vanity, she stood before him. “Just get on the floor?”

  He eased his shirt from around her body and tossed it to the vanity. “This is going to be a lesson in trust. Get down on all fours.”

  The Madison Barnett she had been before meeting him would have probably bolted straight for the front door, but she knew herself a little better now, and figured no matter what he did, eventually she would enjoy it. With one last impertinent side-glance, she assumed her position on the cool, white tiled floor.

  He stood over her. “I like that you didn’t debate with me.”

  “I didn’t see the point.”

  He kneeled behind her. “You’re beginning to understand.” His fingers rubbed up and down her wet folds, causing her to arch her back. “To take control of your pleasure, you must submit to my desire.”