No Promises Required

by Cari Quinn

  God, she was.

  She flicked open her bra with casual efficiency, then moved on to shed her jeans, panties, and thick woolly socks. Naked, she moved to the bed, gathering up the clothes she’d laid there, calm as could be. If not for the way her hand trembled as she pulled on the blouse and tied it over her midriff, he never would’ve guessed she was the slightest bit nervous.

  “Darlin’,” he rasped, so close to the edge he could barely speak. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to know…”

  He heard the unspoken words.

  To know who he was.

  To know who they were together.

  If only she knew what she was asking for. Very well. Soon, she would.

  She picked up the lacy stockings and rolled them on, following them with the short skirt. She stopped short of adding the shoes and sat on the edge of the bed to withdraw something from under the pillow. He gaped at the shiny red ruler she dragged down the vee of her breasts, nearly exposed by the cleavage-revealing top. “I have a confession,” she whispered. “I did something I shouldn’t.”

  He raked his hands through his hair and turned away to grasp the remaining tatters of his control. “Dammit, Jill.”

  “There’s this boy, and he makes me crazy. He’s gorgeous, but that’s not why I want him so much. He sees me. On the surface, I’m one thing, but underneath, there’s more. And he’s the only one who gets that. It feels right to be naked with him. To let him do things to me. Dirty things. I have desires, too, things he can’t imagine. I don’t know how to tell him.”

  “Like what?” The question came from deep inside him.

  “I want him to spank me. To make it hurt, because I know he’ll take the pain away.”

  Jesus. He nearly shuddered. He laid a hand on his cock in a futile attempt to keep it from rearing against his zipper. “What did you do that you shouldn’t have?”

  “I deliberately tried to get him to make a move. I knew he was unsure of me, that maybe I wouldn’t want what he did. But I do. I see the truth in his eyes, and the darker, the dirtier his thoughts are, the more I want to be part of them. Him. So I didn’t wear panties to school today in hopes he’d know how wet I am. I hoped he’d…”

  “What?”

  “I hoped he’d smell it on me when he stood beside me in class. I kept rubbing my legs together, trying to get him to notice me. It feels like I’ve been doing that with him my whole life.” Her voice turned fierce. “If he thinks I’m going to give up when I’m finally so close, he’s wrong.”

  The truth laced in with the story she was concocting made his throat constrict. But he couldn’t allow anything to sway him from driving home his point. She thought she wanted him the way he was. She didn’t know he longed for more than a few tame slaps and some mild roleplaying. Asking for pain wasn’t the same as feeling it in reality.

  But she would learn.

  He turned and walked toward the bed, taking in her prim pose with her hands linked in her lap. She cast her eyes at her lap, the ideal submissive.

  “Jill. You need a word if this gets to be too much, if you want to stop.”

  Her chin came up, defiance in every line of her face. Blue eyes shining, she shook her head. “I won’t.”

  “Pick a word or this stops now. I want you to use it if we go somewhere you don’t want to. Understand me?”

  “I don’t—”

  “Jillian. Pick one.”

  Her lips curved. “Fine. Bastard.”

  The shock of a curse word on those pretty pink lips punched through him right before amusement followed. She’d convinced him of her role with her demure posture, but he’d do well to remember the woman she was beneath the trappings.

  He sees me.

  Her words haunted him.

  Soon, she would see him.

  He turned on the bedside lamp. He intended to watch every movement she made. “Lean back against the pillows and spread your legs.”

  She complied without hesitation. Viewing her through slit eyes, he absorbed the sight of her in her skimpy blouse and skimpier skirt with those alluring shadows between her creamy thighs. Nearly perfect.

  He walked to her dresser and sorted through the trinkets and jewelry she stored there, finally picking up two hairbands. He returned to the bed and put his good knee on the mattress, leaning close to gather half of her hair in his hands. After using both ponytail holders, he moved back and surveyed his work. Two blond ponytails streamed over her shoulders, adding to her wholesome, rosy-cheeked appearance.

  Time to turn that rosiness into a genuine flush.

  “You tried to tempt a boy in your class to do bad things to you. Is that right?”

  She nodded and opened her mouth to speak—

  He cut her off with a single uplifted finger. “You will not speak unless you need to use your word. Otherwise, you do as I say. Are we clear?”

  Another nod.

  “Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy.”

  There came the flush, right on time. But she didn’t delay in obliging him. She rolled up her skirt and parted her legs, showing him the wispy blond hair that guarded her glistening folds.

  “Do you touch yourself when you think of him?”

  She nodded.

  “Show me.”

  Her chest rose and fell with her breaths, but she reached between her legs and slid her finger up and down, shyly.

  “You don’t get yourself off like that. You use your fingers, work them in and out of that tight hole. Show me now.”

  Her gaze flashed up to his, and her chin trembled as she complied, circling two fingers over her clit. Inching downward, she teased her opening, rocking her hips. A moan escaped her as she slipped one finger inside, pushing it in and out in halting strokes.

  “Use both fingers. And use your other hand to stroke your clit. You’re not to come.”

  Confusion entered her expression. “N-not come?”

  “No. Not until I say. I won’t be saying for a while. Do it now.”

  She did as he asked, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. She whimpered and bit her lip, clearly fighting to stay silent.

  “I want to hear you. Every time you deny me one of your moans, I’ll spank you.”

  Her fingers worked faster, and she licked her lips, making them glossy like the lips between her legs. Even in the low light, he could see the slickness building there. Not nearly enough yet. He opened her nightstand drawer and took out her vibrator, earning another whimper.

  “I think you need some help.” He moved closer and tapped her cheek. “Open up.”

  She blinked and parted her lips, accepting the tip of the vibrator on her tongue. “Suck this like you’re going to suck me. Get it nice and wet.”

  She hollowed her cheeks, getting into it so enthusiastically that he had to swallow his groan. His freaking dick felt like a two-by-four wedged into his jeans. “Now lean all the way back and grip your thighs. Hold yourself wide open for me.”

  If he’d seen any reluctance, he would’ve called a halt to things, safe word or not. But there was only eagerness and excitement. She assumed the position he’d ordered and waited for further instruction. Perspiration already trickled down her forehead, and her cheeks burned like she had a fever, the flush creeping down her throat to the tops of her breasts.

  God, she was so perfect. How was he ever going to let her go?

  “Work your pussy,” he grated. “Two fingers. Slow and deep. Let me see how wet you’ve made yourself.”

  She did as he’d asked, pushing them in and out, losing herself in the rhythm she created. Even as fully exposed as she was, she still sought her pleasure without shame.

  He was about to give her more.

  Flicking on the vibrator, he pressed it to the tight pucker between her cheeks. She gasped, her fingers moving faster. He pressed on, only using the narrow tip of the toy to probe her. That was all he needed. He flipped up the vibrations to the highest setting and gritted
his teeth at those damp fingers gliding together so urgently into taut pink flesh. She was on the verge of coming.

  He rotated the toy a few more times, forging deeper, gauging her face. Her moans rose in intensity, echoing even over the whir of the vibrator.

  When he could take no more, he set the toy aside. “Enough,” he commanded.

  “But—”

  He yanked down his zipper. “On your knees.”

  Yet again she didn’t balk. She knelt before him and helped him peel away his jeans and boxers, gasping at his jutting erection. If he’d ever been this hard before, he didn’t remember it. “I want to come on your tits.” He swallowed and went for broke. “On your ass. In it.”

  She nodded eagerly, surprising a chuckle out of him. He smoothed a stray hair away from her cheek and tried to remain unaffected when she chased his fingertips to give them a kiss. Easy, uncomplicated affection could become addictive.

  Except it wasn’t uncomplicated. She would make him love her. He could feel himself being tugged closer, a magnet incapable of resisting her pull.

  She was what he’d been waiting for his whole life without ever realizing it. And she was on her knees, opening her mouth wide to receive his dick, loosening her blouse to reveal the gorgeous breasts she would allow him to defile in any number of ways. Because it wasn’t defiling when it came to him and her. Between them, everything felt like an act of communion. His fingers pulling her mouth open, her lips sliding over the head of his cock. Every touch brought them closer to a point where words were superfluous and games turned into shorthand honesty.

  She clasped her hands behind her back, reining in her impatience to continue and resuming her role. “May I suck your cock?”

  A nod was the only thing he could manage.

  As her hot, wet mouth enveloped him, he released a long groan.

  “God, darlin’.”

  Her ponytails were right there, perfect to grab on to and pull her harder onto his length. He cupped the back of her head in one hand and one ponytail in the other, helpless against the urge to thrust toward her throat. She gazed up at him, eyes wide, lips red and stretched over his girth. She sucked for all she was worth, provoking him into flexing his hips and pulling on her hair. When she moaned, he knew she wanted it harder.

  Christ, she wanted harder.

  He gave her what she asked for, forcing her mouth wider, yanking on her hair until bright tears appeared in her bluebell eyes. They never spilled over, hovering there like an unfulfilled wish. After he lessened his hold, she reached down and cupped his balls, prodding him into tugging again, testing her limits and his, shoving them past both.

  At the last second, he dragged her off him and lifted her onto the bed. “Roll over. I want to see your tight little ass. Raise it up for me.”

  Nearly squirming with enthusiasm, she turned over and presented herself, staying absolutely still as he sculpted her with his hands. “Like this?”

  “You know better than wanting what you shouldn’t have,” he said.

  “No.” The first hint of reluctance.

  “Yes. You’re asking for trouble.”

  She looked at him over her shoulder. “Bring it,” she whispered, not-so-subtly opening her legs so he could see her swollen folds.

  He reached under her to undo the belt from her skirt, expecting her to say her word at any moment. She didn’t make a sound. He trailed the thick buckle between her thighs, rubbing the circular center piece over her straining clit. He slid it over each cheek, warming the cold metal with her heated flesh. Then he dragged it between her legs again, letting the heavy pressure taunt her pussy while he rubbed her ass, getting it ready for his hands.

  The ruler near the pillows caught his eye, and he picked it up. “Last chance.”

  “I want it. Now.”

  His hand came down harder than he’d meant it to, the sound echoing throughout the room. He didn’t give himself time for regret. He did it again and again, peppering her soft skin with slaps that varied from gentle to almost painful. He teased the belt over her slit, rubbing it up and down in between strikes. She writhed beneath his hands, her body a tripped wire. Clutching her pillows, she lifted her butt for more, widening her thighs while he switched to the ruler for a couple of rapid, glancing taps.

  Finally he could take no more. From the way she was quaking and moaning, neither could she.

  “Come for me, darlin’,” he murmured, burying his face between her legs.

  As soon as his mouth touched her, she went off, crying out brokenly, her hips bucking under his grip. He held her still and ate his fill, driving her up again with his tongue and his fingers and the buckle that notched so gorgeously against her clit.

  “Bryan. I need you. Please.”

  Her whimpers nearly drove him mad. He licked his way higher, stopping right before the pink pucker between her cheeks. Hovering there, he let his warm breath wash over her. “You said you’d let me do anything.”

  He didn’t expect her to say yes. She was an enthusiastic student, but this was pushing it. Regular sex was still brand new to her. Asking her to give all of her body to him was almost too much.

  Which was exactly why he was doing it. What better way to prove that he wanted things that were beyond her? Too much, too fast, too far. Those were his mottos for life, and she was about to crash into her hard limit.

  “Yes.” Her thighs quivered. “Anything.”

  He traced the reddened stripes on her ass. “Be sure you know what you’re agreeing to before you say yes.”

  “I…heard you. You said you wanted to come on my tits and in my ass.” She tossed him a glittering look over her shoulder. “I want to know what that’s like, too.”

  Fuck, she couldn’t be serious. “You were a virgin up until recently. There’s no possible way you could want to try—”

  “I want it,” she said in her best imitation of a growl. “And don’t you dare hold back on me now that you’ve put the idea in my head, Townsend.”

  Yet again she surprised a laugh out of him. “I’d be happy to oblige you, but it may take a couple of times for me to accomplish both of those things. Recovery periods are a bitch.”

  Dammit, what was he saying? They didn’t have a couple of times left.

  But God, he hadn’t expected her to say yes. Or to be this wonderful, amazing, giving woman who craved pleasure with both eyes open. She didn’t shy away from anything. The newer, the wilder, the better.

  She huffed out a breath. “So get started already,” she said.

  “I need lube.” Surely that would be the deal-breaker.

  Instead she batted her eyelashes at him. “Water or silicone-based? Both are in the bottom drawer.”

  Words. Gone.

  He got a condom out of the nightstand and then took out a bottle of lube from the bottom drawer. If he’d still been capable of verbalization, he would’ve praised her to any deity that would listen. Since he could barely breathe, never mind speak, he worked the condom on his painful hard-on before kneeling behind her. She’d already risen to her knees and waited silently.

  He cupped her rosy ass, squeezing it, earning her moans while he thumbed the cap off the lube. “Last chance.”

  “Fuck me already,” she said breathlessly.

  “Oh, I will.” He let out a trickle of lube, painting her tiny hole until it was slick. Then he took his time with his fingers, flexing them and traveling deeper with every pass.

  If he’d sensed trepidation or discomfort, he would’ve called a halt to their play. But she wouldn’t stay still, writhing and whimpering, and from the wetness of her pussy, she wouldn’t need lube down there anytime soon. One stroke would probably send her soaring.

  “You like this,” he breathed.

  “Yes. Yes. More.”

  The only more was him. All of him.

  “This is going to hurt.”

  “Mmm. And then you’ll make it feel better. So let’s get to that part.”

  Smothering a smile, he c
oated his impossibly thick erection in lube and offered up a quick prayer to help with his endurance. After the first clamp of her ass around the head of his dick, he’d be damn close to climax. But for her, he’d make it last.

  Tossing the lube aside, he sucked in a breath and pressed the tip of his cock against her rosette. A light nudge. She made a purring noise in her throat, the one that made his balls throb, and he pushed past the taut ring of muscle, needing to feel more.

  This wasn’t about claiming some part of her she hadn’t given someone else. This was total ownership. But he didn’t own her. She owned him.

  His body. His mind. His heart.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please.”

  His breath shuddered out as he drew back and forged deeper. He stroked her reddened cheeks, soothing without words, and she jutted her ass at him, begging for more. Her pale hands gripped the sheets, her spine rippling like water with every forward drive. Then she cried out and stiffened, and he stilled, knowing he’d taken her a bit too far.

  “Almost there, baby,” he murmured, easing out. “Play with your pussy for me. Think about my tongue on your clit, teasing it until it’s pulsing. Then imagine me sliding lower and slipping it inside so you can drip on my lips.”

  The noise she made caused him to grip the base of his hard-on and take a few more steadying breaths. It didn’t help when she moved to obey him. If he angled his head just right, he could see her fingers plying that slick flesh. Parting it, darting inside. Smoothing over the fat pearl of her clit in uneven strokes.

  She bowed her head and let out a tortured moan. “Please.”

  Taking her signal, he surged forward again. This time he didn’t stop at the first hint of resistance. He pushed past it, filling her up until he couldn’t go any farther. “Okay?” he gritted out.

  “Yes. Keep going.”

  Seeing her stuffed with his cock while she moaned and caressed her soaked pussy nearly shot him over the edge. He repeated the move over and over, continuing even after his vision blurred and his muscles burned. This was all he wanted to do, forever. He never wanted to stop.