by Lexi Blake
“Never,” she admitted.
“Then I think we can begin.” He stepped back, his left hand going to his right wrist and twisting off the cufflink. “From now until we finish, you will listen to my commands. You will obey my commands. If you’re frightened, you’ll ask me to stop and we’ll talk about what I’m doing and why I’m doing it, but this scene isn’t about discipline so I don’t expect to frighten you. This scene is about control and giving your body into mine. There’s a hook above your head.”
She glanced up and sure enough there was a hook she hadn’t noticed before.
“It’s adjustable so you’ll be able to place both of your feet flat on the ground, but your hands will be tied overhead. You will face forward and watch the scene and we’ll discuss what’s going on.”
She could do that. She wasn’t sure what having her hands over her head would do besides hold her in place, but she was willing to try. “All right.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Oh, now she got it. He was going to make her vulnerable. She wouldn’t be able to move and her body would be open to whatever he wanted to do to her.
Trust. Control. That was the point of this lesson. “I’ll need help with the corset.”
He stepped behind her and with a few swift moves of his hands had her out and taking her first deep breath in an hour.
“Take off the skirt and thong as well. We’ll talk later about fet wear that makes you comfortable, that enhances your experience. For now, naked works. Keep your eyes forward. I’ll tell you when I’m ready for you.”
She pushed the skirt off and down her thighs and then dispensed with the thong as she stared at the scene playing out in front of her.
Charlotte’s breasts were fully surrounded by her husband’s rope, and he cupped them from behind as though offering the sight of them up to whoever was behind the mirror. Or as if saying, these are beautiful and they belong to me.
Charlotte stared at the mirror, a secretive smile on her face. Like the cat that had licked up all the cream and knew there would be more later. She merely had to wait.
Charlotte was older, had three children, and yet she was so very certain of herself. Was this one of the reasons why? “Do you think she finds confidence in submitting?”
She immediately wanted to call the question back. He hadn’t told her he would do a Q & A. He’d told her to wait for him.
“I think she finds confidence inside herself and that began with accepting herself,” he replied. “She accepts that sexual submission and having a dominant partner in the bedroom is something that works for her. She makes no apologies for it or how she lives her life. I believe that’s the heart of Charlotte’s confidence. The truth of the matter is I can tell you you’re beautiful every day of your life but if you’re not open to the message, the words will mean nothing.”
She could hear him doing something but didn’t look back. Only forward, where Taggart had a crop in his hand. He flicked it over his wife’s breasts and her eyes widened, her mouth opening in a way that could only be a long, slow moan at the sensation.
Hayley took a deep breath because that had done something for her, too. She hadn’t heard the sound of the crop hitting skin, only seen how it affected Charlotte. She liked it.
Would Hayley like it? If she opened herself to the experience, would she find a whole world inside herself she’d never known existed?
“You are beautiful, you know.” He whispered the words behind her.
She didn’t feel that way most of the time. She felt out of her league, but maybe that was her problem. She constantly compared herself to other women instead of finding her own unique beauty. Why would Nick lie to her about something like this?
He could have any woman he wanted, but he was here with her. He was picking her now and it was time to stop blaming herself for the past.
“I think you’re beautiful, too.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” His hands skimmed her sides, the rope he held brushing over her skin. He was behind her, but his long arms easily worked the rope. He twisted it around her wrists, leaving a bit of space between them. She could feel his body against her backside, the buckle of his belt cool against her flesh.
But she was watching Charlotte and Taggart. Her every sense was stimulated. Her skin felt lit every time Nick touched her. Her mind flared as she watched Taggart use the crop on his wife.
Charlotte held herself still, her knees splayed wide as her husband wielded the crop. Everywhere he flicked, the skin turned hot and pink and Charlotte seemed to breathe easier. Her body would tense and the crop would come down and she would relax, as though the pain brought her to a higher place. Or the pain wasn’t as bad as it seemed.
All that mattered was it worked. All that mattered was finding what worked with her and Nick. So she could be as happy and confident as Charlotte.
“Raise your arms for me.” He whispered the command in her ear.
She brought her hands up, letting him lead her to the hook above her head. She took a long breath as he moved her into position, and she truly felt the vulnerable nature of where she was.
She was naked, every inch of her on display. With her hands over her head, her breasts were thrust out, her lower spine arched so her backside tilted.
She was primed for sex. Primed for sex with Nick.
“Tell me how you feel.” Nick stepped in front of her, his shirtsleeves rolled up and his hair slightly messy. Like he’d run a frustrated hand through it. Like he couldn’t help himself.
“Vulnerable.” She closed her eyes and let her body talk. Her skin and nipples and pussy. What was she feeling? Her eyes had seen something lovely. Her ears had heard his words. How did the rest of her react? “Sexy. I feel like I’m sexy, Nicky.”
She heard him sigh as he moved behind her, felt his hands on her hips. “That’s because you’re sexy as fuck, Hayley. Ty samaya krasivaya v mire.”
She had no idea what he’d said, but she loved the way he said it.
“I’m going to look at you, to touch you in a way I’ve always wanted to touch you. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you like this? Since that night when you knocked on my door and offered yourself to me. This was what I wanted to do to you that night, too.” He started at her wrists, fingertips skimming over her arms down to her shoulders. “I wanted to truss you up and truly explore my prize. With my eyes and my hands.”
She could feel his fingers moving over her back, soothing down her muscles, playing around the edges of her shoulder blades as though mapping the territory. Every touch made her skin tighten, begging for more, but she couldn’t see him. She was forced to open her eyes and look forward.
Ian Taggart had shrugged out of his vest. Despite the fact that Nick was the only man she wanted, she couldn’t help but admire how stunning he was, how gorgeous they were as a couple. He stood over his wife, staring down and saying something that sent a shudder through Charlotte’s body.
All the while, Nick continued his long, slow survey of Hayley’s body. He ran a single fingertip down her spine. All the way down, right to the curve of her ass.
She couldn’t help but follow her instinct. She bowed toward him, her ass bumping against the fabric of his slacks.
He suddenly cupped her cheeks, his mouth against her ear. “Yes, we’ll get to this eventually. We’ll get to the part where I touch you in places you never imagined. There won’t be any part of your body that you don’t cede to me. You’ll allow me everywhere. You’ll crave my touch. The touch of my hand, my mouth and tongue, my cock. When I’m done, all I’ll have to do is look at you the right way and your body will prime itself for me.”
She felt primed right that moment. “Nick, I think I’m good. I get the object lesson. I like watching ridiculously gorgeous people having sex. I’m a pervert, too. We all are. So you should understand that I’m good to go.”
“Are you? I don’t know about that,” he whispered in her ear. “And I haven’t finished insp
ecting my new toy. Oh, look, apparently Charlotte’s Master has decided to play with his toy. Do you think she can take that whole massive cock in her mouth?”
She gasped. Sure enough, Taggart had tossed off his leathers and boots and was standing in front of his submissive. They’d shifted, ensuring their audience wouldn’t miss the sight. Charlotte was still on her knees, her breasts tight in the rope top he’d made for her.
Nick was right. That was one incredibly large penis. Cock. Penis was too technical a word. Like sex was technical. They weren’t having sex. They were fucking.
She wanted to fuck, too.
Nick’s hands moved around to cup her breasts. “See the way she licks it. Like it’s her favorite treat. I loved how you sucked my cock, Hayley. I can feel your mouth on me. I can feel the heat of your tongue and the way your lips felt over my flesh. I’m watching them, but I feel you.”
He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, sending waves of pure lust through her. It hadn’t been like this the first time. She’d loved it and he’d brought her pleasure, but she’d been so conscious of him. She’d focused on him and pleasing him. He was forcing her to focus on her body, on every inch of skin he was bringing to vibrant life. She could feel the lust pounding through her, making her nipples ache, tugging at someplace deep in her pelvis.
While she watched Charlotte work her husband’s cock, watched Taggart’s hands in her hair, the way his body moved in time with his partner’s, she realized there was no place for insecurity between them. There was only pleasure and love and affection. That was what sex should be. Two people who cared about each other exploring. It didn’t have to be some grand love. It did have to be honest.
“I’m still crazy about you, Nicky.”
His arms went around her, drawing her back against him. “I’m crazy about you, too. I’ve always been crazy about you, dushka. And now you’re mine for however long we have. You should know that I plan to take excellent care of you.”
“You could start now.” She was dying.
“Such an impatient girl. Didn’t I explain to you that I’m in control? You need to learn to obey me. I promised no discipline this time, but you should know I’m already thinking of how to punish you next time. Perhaps I’ll place clamps on these pretty nipples. Do you know what that will do to you? They’ll bite into you, but not so much you’ll hate them.” He found her nipples with his fingers again, rolling them and pinching in a way that made her squirm against him. “Yes, you can feel it, no?”
She would have told him she would hate the sensation, but as he tweaked her a shot of pure fire licked through her body.
“What are you doing to me?” It should hurt, but it didn’t. It caused an ache, a restless need inside her.
“I’m getting you ready for me.”
“I told you I’m ready, Nicky. I’m more ready than I’ve ever been in my life. Please.” She was willing to beg him, anything to get off this hook, to get him inside her. She needed him in a way she hadn’t thought possible.
“Are you? I can test that.” He slid his hand down, moving slowly, maddeningly toward her core.
In front of her, Charlotte had worked her husband’s cock deep. She swallowed him up, her head moving in a wicked rhythm.
“Let’s see how ready you are.” His hand slipped over her pussy.
She bit back a moan as he ran a finger over her clitoris. The simple touch of his hand had her sparked and ready. How long could he keep her waiting? He’d promised no real discipline, but now she realized he had different ways to torture her.
She also realized that if he’d asked how she would handle a spanking at that moment, she would have laid herself on his lap and let him. Anything so that he would give her what she needed.
He was in complete control and there wasn’t anything wrong with that because he wouldn’t use it to hurt her.
Just to torment her. In the sweetest way.
“Oh, you do seem wet, dushka. Is all this lovely cream for me?”
“Yes. You know it is.” She gasped as he began to rub gently with one hand while the other played with her breast.
“Let’s play a game. I want to see if I can make you come before Taggart does. He looks like he’s getting close, doesn’t he?”
He did. Charlotte was working him over and every muscle in his body was tight and taut with desire. His hands were tangled in his wife’s hair as he clearly took control of the situation. He fucked into her mouth with raw intent.
“Yes.” It was a beautiful picture they made. Despite the fact that they were engaged in some filthy sex, their connection was easy to see. Even as he fucked into her mouth, his hands smoothed her hair and he was speaking to her, watching her as her eyes turned up to keep them connected.
“If you can hold off, you’ll get a treat,” Nick whispered against the nape of her neck. “If you come before he does, I win and I get a treat.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what he would get. It might include more delays. Taggart looked so close. She could win this game of his. “I’ll win.”
“Oh, no you won’t. I’ll make sure of it because, my dushka, you are ready. You are so hot and wet and ready for me. Enjoy this because I’m going to love winning this bet.”
She was pulled up against him, the feel of his suit rough against her skin. That wasn’t the only thing she could feel. Something hard pressed against the small of her back, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t his gun.
She could hold out. It wouldn’t be long. The Taggarts were almost there. It was clear in the way the big guy moved, hard and fast, losing a bit of his rhythm.
She could win this bet. All she had to do was not give in to the desperate desire to fall over that crazy edge shimmering right in front of her.
Nick pressed down on her clitoris as his fingers delved deep, fucking up inside her. “Come for me, dushka. Come for me.”
His thumb circled her clitoris and nothing mattered except the wild orgasm that flooded her system. It started low in her core and fanned out like a wildfire. She cried out as he kept up the pressure, sending her even higher.
Her head fell back and she heard him chuckle.
“I win.”
Maybe he had, but damn, losing felt pretty good.
* * * *
Nick gently lifted her hands over the hook before drawing her up and into his arms. She felt so perfect, so right as she cuddled close to him.
She’d responded beautifully. So fucking beautifully. The session was going better than he’d imagined. Once she’d relaxed and made the decision to give this a try, she’d submitted with sweet perfection.
Every instinct he possessed told him to take her now. Fast and hard and not to stop until he came deep inside her.
He was going to ignore that instinct because he had more to gain than mere pleasure. He was going to show her how good it was to give up control to him.
“How is he doing that?” Her arms floated up around his neck. “I thought for sure he was about to finish.”
He laughed, loving the fact that his little innocent was actively watching another couple have some fairly filthy sex and she felt comfortable enough to complain about the fact that the man had an enormous amount of stamina. It was time to confess. “He’s famous for being able to go forever. When those two get going it can be hours before they come up for air.”
“You set me up,” she accused. “You con man. You think I don’t know this set up? ‘Come on. Let’s play some poker. I’m horrible at it but we can go low stakes.’ You look like you’re going to lose, but then you pull out the winning card. Yeah, my father perfected that con.”
“The stakes here weren’t low at all. This was a high-stakes game and I made sure I would win.” To his left Taggart had switched up positions, putting his lovely wife on her knees and fucking her from behind.
Yes, that seemed like a good idea.
But he had something to do before he got there. He had a point to make.
; Taggart wasn’t going to be the only one with excellent stamina this evening.
Pleasure was the key. Pleasing her in bed, proving to her that he could take care of her would bind them together, would make it more certain that she would turn to him when the bullets started to fly.
God, he didn’t even want to think about that now. This wasn’t the place for it. This was the place to forge those bonds they would need later on.
Tonight was about her and he was going to prove it.
He lowered her down to the bed and stepped back, looking over her body. Curvy and strong and so feminine it made his dick ache. It didn’t matter if she believed him, the words had to be said. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You make me feel that way,” she said, her eyes soft.
Yes, that was the look that haunted his dreams at night. That was the trusting look he’d worried he would never see again on her face, not aimed at him. “Tell me if you enjoyed watching the Taggarts.”
“You know I did.”
“Do you know why I wanted you to watch them?” His hands moved to the buttons of his vest without him thinking about it. As though his body knew what it needed and that was to be naked with her, to have nothing between them. Skin to skin for the first time in forever.
She brought one knee up, her body in a sexy repose he wouldn’t have thought her capable of before. She stretched, thrusting her breasts out and bringing her still bound hands over her head. She looked like she was posing for a pinup calendar, one he could stare at for hours. “You wanted to put me in a position where I had to admit I’m a sexual being. Far more sexual than I would have thought. You wanted me to understand that pain can bring pleasure when I’m aroused enough.”
Partly. “I wanted you to understand that there shouldn’t be any boundaries between lovers, not when they trust each other. There’s nothing wrong or dirty or shameful about what we do when we’re intimate as long as we both want it. Do you think there’s anything wrong with the Taggarts enjoying being watched?”