by Raven Dark
“What do you say when Mistress gives you something nice, Holden?”
He swallowed. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for hurting me like a son of a bitch.”
The defiance nearly made her laugh. Ella locked her eyes with his and tightened her hand on the string at the end of the zipper below his chin. “You haven’t felt pain, yet. Are you ready to feel the real pain, Holden?”
His eyes closed, his face paling, but he nodded.
“Speak.”
“I’m ready, Mistress.”
She tugged a little and he jolted hard, like he’d expected the worst to come. She allowed a smirk.
Then she gave one hard, quick tug, ripping the pins from his skin. Holden thrashed so hard the bed bounced. His scream, one part agony, one part pleasure, filled Ella’s ears. That centered part of her, a last piece of who she was, clicked into place.
Ah, to be herself again.
She rubbed her hands soothingly over Holden’s arm, squeezing it. “So nice. You handled that so beautifully.”
Teeth clenched, he breathed raggedly through his nose, eyes glazed. She looked at Rock, who gripped the chair arms just a little too hard. He met her eyes with a savagely possessive look, his mouth a threatening curve. Her pussy throbbed.
She was in control for now.
Everything in her screamed for Rock to satisfy the throb any way he wanted, but with the look on his face, she couldn’t resist pushing him a little further. Holden was still panting, breaths sawing in and out when she put the pins away and climbed on the bed beside his head.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?”
“No, Mistress.”
“I’m going to make you get me off with your mouth. Do you like licking pussy, Holden?”
His eyes rolled and his fists gave a spasm. Before he could answer, she unclipped the crotch of her teddy then swung her leg over Holden’s head sitting reverse cowgirl. A low groan left him and the cuffs clanked.
Ella lowered her hips a little leaving her core inches from his waiting mouth. The ache there mounted, but not for Holden. Instead, she imagined it was Rock lying there, eager to eat her to release.
Holden’s lips parted, tongue flicking out. Ella forced herself to make him wait, raising her hips just far enough that he couldn’t reach. She met Rock’s gaze. His mouth tightened, eyes sparkled. He gripped the chair arms so hard she thought he’d rip the velvet off.
Do it, his look said. Do it and see what I do to you.
Every part of her scorched with heat. Slowly, she lowered herself to Holden’s face.
Holden lapped enthusiastically at her core and Ella swirled her hips, enjoying the ripples of pleasure.
Images of what Rock might do to her after this rushed through her mind, heightening the arousal to a feverish pitch. Would he rip her teddy off and bend her over a table, fucking her until she screamed? Slap her ass and call her his whore for daring to give another man what was his?
A gasp left her at the thought and Holden moaned like he thought it was for him. She stroked his chest, riding his mouth slowly, letting him enjoy her. Rock drank in every move, eyes raking over her.
Oh man, she was gonna get it.
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God damn. Rock had never seen anything so hot in his fucking life. His Annabella, straddling his friend’s face, lifting the bottom of her teddy up so he could see the way her wet pussy worked against Holden’s eager mouth. Hips working back and forth in a controlled rhythm. She looked so needy, so hungry, it wasn’t hard to imagine himself pleasuring her.
Only, had that been him, he wouldn’t have eaten her with his damn hands cuffed and her sitting on his face. No, she’d be on her back, hands tied to the headboard, legs over his shoulders while he licked her to a long, painfully slow release.
Shit. He kept his hands on the arms of the chair lest he take down his pants and finish himself off right there. His cock ached to the point of pain but he’d save it for her. She’d get it all, exactly how he liked.
Annabella let out one of those hungry, sexy moans he loved and rode Holden’s mouth a little faster. Rock lifted his gaze to hers. She bit her bottom lip around a smile, her eyes dancing with pure satisfaction.
Eyes never leaving Rock’s, she bent over Holden and jacked his cock, long, slow, hard strokes. Holden’s hips worked up and down. She jacked a little faster and he growled into her pussy.
Annabella whimpered and reared up, flung her arms out, gripping the bedposts to either side and behind her as she rode his friend’s face fast and hard.
“Shit…shit, shit, shit…” She looked right at Rock, eyes glazed with passion, and he knew she was imagining him doing what he wanted to her. He grabbed his cock through his slacks, too aroused to care about taking it out and worked himself hard.
No. He seized the chair arms again. That was for her. She was going to take it.
His woman tossed her head back and cried out, hips rocking wildly.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
She came apart spectacularly, looking like a goddess of hedonistic pleasure. Soon enough, he would reclaim what was his.
When she was done, she gave Rock a cheeky smile and climbed off Holden’s face, off the bed. She took Holden’s cock, jacking him fast in a tight, skilled grip. His back bowed, hips bucked.
“Come, Holden.”
White juices shot across Holden’s chest as he cried out.
Ella locked her gaze with Rock’s; hand still around his friend’s now flaccid cock, smirking.
Baiting him. Fucking baiting him.
Oh, she’s in fucking trouble.
CHAPTER 8: DIRTY GIRL
“That was fabulous.” Ella lay back in the huge Jacuzzi dominating Rock’s bathroom, settling into his arms, head on his chest.
“I bet it was.” Rock smiled against her ear, closing his arms around her tight.
As soon as she’d finished with Holden, Rock ran the bath and carried her into the tub. Steam and some kind of spicy scent wafted off the water while the soothing jets turned the water frothy. Rock’s body heat soaked into her back.
“You liked getting off on my friend’s mouth in front of me, didn’t you?” He nipped her ear.
Ella bit back a gasp and squirmed against him. “Jealous, Sir?”
“Hell, yes. But wasn't that the point?”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah, right.” He chuckled. “You like making me crazy.”
Damn. Already he made her want him with a heat that bordered on frantic. Except he was still holding back. It had been two hours since she’d finished the scene with Holden. Six years ago, if she’d baited him like this, he’d already have his fist in her hair, growling that she was his whore and she’d get it good for making him so nuts. She swallowed down the urge to tell him to let go of his reservations and take what he wanted.
“Seriously, Rock. Thank you. For Holden, I mean. He was delicious.”
“You’re welcome. He’d get a kick out of that.”
“What?”
“Being objectified, talked about like a gift. He asked if you had a sister.”
“Not one he wants.”
“That’s what I told him.” Rock traced the flange of her waist with the backs of his fingers. Pleasant shivers raced through her.
“The lotion was a nice touch. Where did you get the idea to rub lotion on a sub’s skin during aftercare?”
“Mac does that with Claire sometimes. I don’t cuddle, but I like doing something after a scene to make them feel cared for.”
“Ah. But you didn’t let him touch you.”
Tension tightened her stomach and the ache in her pussy fizzled. “No.”
“Is that just a way of maintaining control, or something else?”
She sighed, moving to sit up. Rock slid his arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her back against him.
“Don’t do that, girl. Talk to me.”
“Why do we have to talk about this now?”
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bsp; “Because I said so.” He ran one hand over her hair from behind, palm moving from her forehead to the crown, slow, soothing.
A mixture of annoyance and warmth for him spread through her. Much as she didn’t want to talk about what had happened, she needed to. She loved that he pushed her, and hated that she allowed him to.
“I have this…thing. With being touched in a scene. It started after Cord.”
“What sort of thing? What does it make you feel?”
“Rock, the therapist.” She smiled. “Shouldn’t I be on the couch for this, Sir?”
“Don’t hedge, Annabella.”
“Sorry, Sir. I…I don’t know how to explain it. The few times I let a sub touch me after that incident, I kept thinking he would turn it around on me. Take the power from me.”
“How so?”
She licked her lips. “Once, after I flogged a guy, I was going to gag him. I had him get the gag for me. He came back and he was behind me. I swore he was going to shove it in my mouth. I got so scared. I wouldn’t let him touch me, except when I wanted him to and only with his mouth or his cock. It just sort of…became a thing.”
Rock’s chest expanded heavily against her back. “I’m sorry, girl. Cord must have really scared the hell out of you. You used to love when I gagged you or tied you up.”
“I know.” She sat up, looking at him. “That’s what’s so frustrating sometimes. I used to get a huge high when we scened in the club where people could watch, too. Now I can’t have anyone watching me.”
“But I watched you with Holden. And you don’t have an issue with my touching you.”
“I know, but it’s you.”
His brows knitted together. “It didn’t bother you having me watch you?”
“No, that was fucking hot.” She grinned and ran one palm over his hard cheek, loving the light stubble there. “Especially when I knew the nastier I got, the more you’d make me pay for it.”
“Why is it different with me?”
“I dunno. I guess it’s cause I trust you. I…I feel different with you. Like I know you’ll never hurt me or betray my trust. There’s not even a second where I’m afraid with you.”
“I feel different with you too. When we were apart, when I was with a sub, it was never the same. Even when I got off, it felt wrong. Like she was getting something that was yours, you know?”
“You mean that?”
“Yeah.”
“I miss the way you used to gag me before you got rough, or tied me up so you could do whatever you wanted with me and I couldn’t stop you.”
“I miss it too.” Something flashed across his face again, then it was gone.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I know you get a kick out of others watching what you do to me.”
“Don’t be sorry, girl. Never be sorry. Look, Annabella, I have a suggestion.”
She settled her arms on his shoulders.
“It sounds like bondage, gagging, voyeurism…they’re hard limits for you, but we can work on them if you want. Make them soft limits?”
Her muscles clenched but her heart sped up with hope, too. “Rock, I dunno. Anything public…if Scalder found out…” She shuddered.
“We’ll go slowly. I won’t do anything that’ll cost you your job. One day, we’ll get us back to where we were.”
She drew a deep breath. Then she nodded. “All right, Sir. But slowly, okay?”
“Promise.” His mouth caressed hers. When he pulled back, his face hardened. “Turn around, girl.”
“Sir, wait a minute.” He rose a brow. “Permission to make a request?”
“Make it fast.”
“When you take me this time. Please don’t hold back. I miss what you used to do to me.”
“You mean the name calling?”
“And other stuff.” Heat blazed in her cheeks at the memory.
“Like?”
“When you used to fuck me like I was your bitch. I know you’re a sweet guy, but I don’t want sweet. I want the darkness in you, I want it mean.”
“You’re sure?” The concern in his eyes, the need to protect her filled her with joy.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Better.” He made a circular motion with his finger, a smile curving his lips.
Ella turned and leaned her back against his chest.
“Spread your legs.”
Instant need flooded her. Ella eagerly slid her legs to either side of his, spreading herself for him.
“Does this mean you’re going to fuck me now, Sir?”
“Someone’s eager.” His tongue flicked over her ear while his hands ran down to grip the inside of her thighs. “And no, I’m not. Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Are you topping me, Annabella? Cause if you are, you can wait longer.”
She forced herself to relax against him and bit her lip to keep from swearing. His cock bounced against the small of her back. So hard, so ready.
His hands slid up to her breasts, massaging the voluptuous swells with just the right pressure. His fingers tweaked her nipples sending jolts of pleasure through her. Ella arched her back, squirming against him.
“I need you, Sir.”
He squeezed her hip hard enough that she stilled. “You’re not getting it now, so just behave.”
“Then why spread my legs?”
“You want to ride some other man’s face like a whore, you can keep your legs open like one.”
“Oh, fuck…”
Rock’s fingers barely touched, teasing the hardening bud of her clit. His other hand massaged one breast, then the other, ignoring her nipples, which hardened to the point of pain.
“Rock…Sir…please don’t do that. It’s not fair to work me up like this.”
“Are you telling me what to do, girl?” He circled one finger at her entrance and then drew back, then circled again, never letting her need build beyond a maddening ache. “I asked you a question.”
Ella panted, shaking her head. What his fingers did to her made forming a coherent sentence nearly impossible.
“You don’t know how wild you made me, watching you come on Holden’s tongue. Riding him like a wild sex fiend, screaming as you came apart. Mm, so fucking hot.” His tongue licked a long path over her shoulder.
“I’m gonna spend hours using this sweet little body all up. Fucking you like an animal.”
“Oh, Christ…”
Then just like that, his hands slid away, settling on her hips.
“All right, out.”
Seriously? He was leaving her with that? A maddening desperation coiled in her and she sat up glaring over her shoulder at him. For an instant she almost regretted agreeing to sub for him.
“Ooh, and there she is, the dreaded Mistress E. You’re making this worse on yourself. Get. Up.”
She couldn’t resist quirking a brow at him in challenge. “What are you going to do to me, Sir?”
He rose to his feet slowly. “You want to end up over my knee?”
“Not particularly.”
“Bedroom. Now.”
Every part of her hummed. Finally.
Ella stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel making a point to take her time drying off on the way down the hall. At the bedroom door, she looked back.
After pausing only a moment to dry off, Rock followed her at a slow, predatory pace. Every inch of his naked sculpted body rippled. So hot.
Rock slipped into the room behind her and closed the door, locked it and then circled her to the bed. “Come here.”
She took a step toward him, letting a smirk play with her lips. The harder he worked for it, the harsher he’d be with her.
“I said come here.” He seized her wrist. Then he spun and tossed her across the bed on her stomach. She hit the mattress with a grunt so hard she bounced and the bed squeaked.
“Oh, shit. Right down to business then.” A laugh of delight bubbled from her and a hot ache traveled
from her belly through her core.
The mattress dipped with his weight and he moved quickly between her legs.
“Damn right. You’re gonna get a nice hard fucking. Lift your hips up.”
Blood rushed to her head, heart hammering wildly. She obeyed. “I love you like this, Sir. So much fun when you take me from behind.”
Rock ran one hand over the curve of her ass before he shoved her legs apart. Her pussy clenched. He worked the head of his cock against her dripping core.
“Keep your hands on the headboard.”
She gripped the middle of the headboard and lifted her shoulders up, spreading her legs wider for him.
Rock pressed her cheek into the mattress and she groaned. “No, you can lie there and take it like the little slut you are.”
“Jesus.”
He angled his cock at her core again, teasing. Then his hips slammed forward, a swift, punishing thrust.
Pure pleasure stormed through her pushing a grunt out of her. “Uh, yes.”
Rock gave a low hiss between his teeth and one of his hands tangled in her hair as he thrust hard and deep. Wave after wave of rapture crashed over her and Ella whimpered helplessly.
“Harder!” The demand slipped out.
His palm stung her ass and she cried out in pleasure.
“Such a dirty girl. Nasty little whore likes getting fucked.”
“Yes…”
“Yeah.”
Guttural, mean grunts left him on every thrust. She loved the way he fucked so hard, the bed made a rhythmic thumping noise, the way his hips made that steady slapping sound against her ass.
“Who owns you, girl?”
“Fuck…”
He bit her ear until she gasped and his hips snapped forward. “Who. Owns. You.”
“You do,” she whimpered. “You, always you.”
“And don’t you forget it.” He jerked her face to the side and his mouth savaged hers, tongue spearing inside, hot, hard, possessive. Ella opened for him, kissing, licking eagerly.
Rock’s pace turned wild and he grunted. “Come…”
Ella screamed and shattered apart around him as Rock hammered in on a roar. She slumped against the bed on a long groan and he dropped over her.