by Raven Dark
The need for him to touch her in any way coiled in her and Ella closed her legs, hoping he wouldn’t notice she was already wet. She focused on opening the files, wishing she could cover her breasts when she felt her nipples peak under his gaze. He made her whole body hum. Nothing but kisses since their last weekend and all he did now was stand there and watch her.
Rock crossed the rest of the space between them and bent beside her running his hand through her hair. She leaned back realizing she’d moved into his touch too late. He dropped his hand.
“After a whole week waiting for you, that’s all I get? Really?”
Rock’s eyes sparkled. “For now. Get petulant with me and it might be all you get for a long while.”
She quirked a brow at him. Petulant? What was she, a child?
“And there she is, Mistress E.” Rock took her chin between his fingers, “You know the rule I set earlier. No clothes, no infernal bun, no rolling your eyes, and no Mistress E.”
Desperation coiled and she forced herself to stay on her knees.
“If you don’t want to see buns, Sir, let me put my skirt back on.”
“Did you just mouth off?” She tried to turn her head away, but he seized her hair, tugging with that exquisite bite of pain. “Answer me.”
And there he is, my bad boy. “Sorry, Sir.”
“I was going to let you work for a few minutes and then take you to bed, but now I think you can sit here by yourself and work for the next hour.”
Ella stared at him. Work? Being unable to touch him, knowing he would ignore her needy body for the next hour while her desire mounted wasn’t how she’d wanted to kick off the weekend.
When she acknowledged his words, he released her. He went into the bedroom for a moment and came out with a box.
“What is that?”
A smile curved his mouth. “You thought you were getting off easy, didn’t you?” He knelt in front of her and set the box on the floor. Nervousness trickled in. What did he have waiting for her in there?
He lifted the lid and Ella looked inside. She gulped. A pair of nipple clamps lay on a velvet cushion, linked by a thin silver chain.
Fuck, he wouldn’t. She shifted, unable to help it as her nipples beaded at the anticipation of a new kind of pain. She’d seen enough subs react to them to know they could hurt like hell. Rock took the clamps out and moved closer to her.
Okay, he would.
He shoved her arms down, away from her breasts where she’d curled them without even realizing.
“Tell me you aren’t going to make me wear those for a whole hour.”
He shook his head. “For your first time, no. I want you to keep them on for fifteen minutes at a time. I’ll take them off and put them back on.”
She exhaled a slow breath. Then she sat back at his command and lifted her breasts for him. Every part of her body hummed with awareness. Rock fingered her nipples, sending spears of pleasure through her until they were sensitive to every touch.
“I’ll only tighten them a little.” He set the clamps gently on each of her nipples. Then he turned the screws to adjust the tightness on one. The clamp pinched and a bolt of pain lanced through her sending an ache between her legs. He reached for the other clamp and she twisted away in reflex.
“Nope, get back here.” He tugged on the chain linking the clamps, just a gentle pull, and the pain intensified making her hiss. She sat back for him.
Slowly, he turned the screws on the other clamp. Just enough to offer an unyielding pinch. Ella ground her teeth unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry out.
When he was done, he leaned into her, putting his face close. Ella looked away, unsure why she fought him. Rock closed his hand around her nape.
“Look at me, Annabella.”
The command acted like a magnet, pulling her gaze to his.
“Better. Pain?”
“Yes.” Okay, that did sound petulant. Damn him. Somehow, the fact this whole thing made her burn for him more made it so much the worse.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.” For God sake.
“Why are you being punished, girl?”
She narrowly avoided rolling her eyes. “Because I behaved like Mistress E.”
“Good girl. Fifteen minutes beginning now. Are you going to kiss me or do you want to sulk?”
Ella almost glared at him, brow cocked and all, but stopped herself. Sulk! Mistress E did not sulk! Oh, but she wasn’t Mistress E now.
She barely lifted her face enough to touch her lips to his. A kiss, but just. His jaw muscles twitched but he didn’t grab her like she expected and ravage her mouth. Instead, he shrugged and walked over to the couch like it mattered not at all to him. Damn it!
“Suit yourself. I’ll be over here. Waaay over here.”
Ella growled and bent over her keyboard about to set to work. The forward movement jostled the clamps on her nipples sending the pain to new heights. She winced.
Behind her, Rock chuckled and leaned back on his couch flicking open his laptop and turning on the TV.
CHAPTER 10: SOFT LIMITS
Ella thought the hour would never end. When Rock took the nipple clamps off the final time, she nearly collapsed in relief. He put them back in the box and she seriously entertained the idea of throwing them out the first chance she had.
The work had yielded nothing, but she wondered how much of that was due to her lack of focus. It wasn’t easy to look for an illegality in a business deal when every move made her feel like her nipples were being sucked by a man with sharp teeth.
“Come here.” Rock tugged her to her feet, sat on the couch and pulled her across his lap.
Ella snuggled against him, her annoyance with him dissipating as he massaged her legs. She looked at him, confused. “Sir…you’re not going to fuck me?” Hadn’t he punished her enough with clamps?
“Oh, don’t worry, I fully intend to have my fill of you. But I want to talk about something first.”
“What about?”
“I want to discuss one of your soft limits.”
“Uh oh. Which one?”
He put his cheek to hers. The warmth of it soothed some of her anxiety. When he spoke, his voice was soft and low. “Bondage. I want to tie your hands while I fuck you.”
Dark memories flickered in her mind. A Saint Andrew’s Cross amidst a room crowded with people, her hands and legs bound while laughter rang out. She shut the images down. This was Rock. He would never hurt her. Still…
“Sir, not touching you on command I can handle. But not being able to move my hands no matter what...”
He tilted her chin up. “Annabella, you know I would never do anything you didn’t want.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I hate how scared I am.”
Rock gave her ankle a gentle squeeze and looked across the room toward the window. She got the impression he was thinking.
“Wait a minute.”
He turned his attention to her.
“What about… What if you just tie my hands together? Not secure them down, just bind them?”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I can handle that for now.” The light that sparked in his eyes emboldened her to take another tentative step. She drew a shaky breath. “Bind my hands tonight and we’ll work up to something more. I just need you to take it slow.”
A warm smile pulled across his mouth, so tender. How did anyone think he was the brute her family saw? How the hell did he think he wasn’t worthy of her?
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I know, Sir.” She grinned.
He chuckled. His thumb traced her bottom lip and then he flicked one finger over her lightly bruised nipple. The hint of pain reminded her how unyielding his authority could be and her heart swelled. That’s what she needed from him now.
Heat ignited in his eyes and he ran the backs of his fingers over her naked shoulders, across her collarbone.
“Get on your knees
, girl.”
Her pussy clenched. Ella slid off his lap to her knees. She positioned herself between his legs her eyes on his. He gave a slight nod. She reached for his belt.
* * * * *
Rock slid a little further down on the couch and his cock bobbed free when she undid his pants. His muscles tightened when she cradled him in her hand.
“Like this?” She bent and took his cock in her hot little mouth. He drove his hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head.
“Mmm. Nice.”
An answering groan left her as she drove her mouth down his shaft just the way he liked, slow, hot and wet. Then, just as slow, riding back up.
“Mm, yeah. Such a hot fucking mouth. You suck cock like a whore, you know that?”
She smiled around his dick, swirling her tongue around the tip. Letting her eyes meet his. “You want the hour you paid for, don’t you, sir?”
He bit back a laugh of delight. The first time she’d sucked him off they’d role-played a prostitute and John.
“Every last second.”
“Can you afford me? Do they pay you enough at the firm?”
He tangled his fingers in her hair. “Shut up and suck me, girl.”
He almost wished she would cock that brow at him, challenging him. Instead, Annabella dipped her head and devoured him.
Rock put his head back and resisted the urge to ride her mouth, wanting to make it last a little longer. Except Annabella gave an especially hard suck and his hips bucked under the wave of pleasure.
“Slow down, girl. Let me enjoy that filthy mouth.” She slid her mouth down and he stopped her with his cock halfway in. “You rush me and I’ll show you what happens to a slut who doesn’t take her time.”
Eyes gleaming, she stopped. He gave a slight nod hoping she understood he wanted a little fight. She sat back.
“I have things to do, you know. Time is money, Sir. Are you gonna come or not?”
Excitement fueled his blood and he grinned at the ceiling. Suddenly it was six years ago and it was like they’d never been apart. Fuck, he loved this woman.
Rock stood, grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet. “All right, then. You want it all business, come here.” He pulled her to the bedroom switching his hand to her nape.
“I was gonna be nice and treat you like a lady, but after that mouth, you can take it like the little whore you are.”
At the door he paused only long enough to shut it and turn the lock. An image of him taking her in the half-light of some deserted lot, or perhaps in a public bathroom while she pretended to fight clawed at him and need fisted his cock. He pushed the forbidden image down, spun her around to face him and shoved her against the door.
“I didn’t agree to anything rough.” But her eyes sparkled, letting him know she wanted exactly that. “My boyfriend’s gonna kick your ass, you scumbag.”
“Shut up.” He slid his hand under her chin, pushing her head back against the wall and pressing himself into her.
“Does your boyfriend know what you do when you’re not with him?” He slid his other hand between her legs. Wetness slicked her folds and he nearly groaned. “Does he know you like getting fucked like a filthy whore?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see about that.” He ripped a tie from the hook on the back of the door and took her hands.
Tension seeped into her frame, a shadow passed over her face and he paused. “Relax, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you. What’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir.” She relaxed a little. He wound the tie around her wrists, making a point of leaving the tension loose enough that she could pull her hands free, just tight enough to feel imprisoned. He lifted her hands above her head, slipping the tie over a metal hook on the back of the door. She tugged on it and a smile touched her lips when the bind gave enough for her to slide her hand free if she needed.
“Keep your hands there.”
“What are you…oh.”
Rock knelt between her legs, spreading her knees. The scent of her needy musk surrounded him. He blew on her clit.
“Oh...” She arched, pushing those fabulous breasts out, arms tensing. Her dusky nipples stood out, long and hard.
“You like that?”
Her shoulders thumped against the door, back arching more. He spread her labia with his fingers, lapping at her core, swirling his tongue around her clit.
“Oh, wow.” She bent her knees and bucked against his face.
He didn’t care she’d forgotten to stay in character. Rock put her knees over his shoulders. He slid the tip of his tongue inside, wriggling it a little until she writhed.
“Sir.”
“Stop moving.” He swatted her thigh and she stilled, allowing him to savor her. He flicked his tongue everywhere.
The throaty groan that left her had to have been the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. Fuck, he could eat this woman’s pussy all day. He loved the slickness of her skin, the rich, womanly scent of her arousal, the way she whimpered and tried not to fuck his mouth.
Devouring her made him feel normal. A good, safe man who did normal kinky things to his normal kinky girlfriend. Not the fucked up trailer trash who’d somehow clawed his way into the upper crust. How she cared for him he didn’t know, but he’d spend his days making sure she never regretted it.
Annabella panted and her hips rocked, grinding her pussy against his mouth. She was getting close.
Rock lifted his head and her eyes widened.
“You’re stopping.”
He stood up. “Turn around.”
Need darkened those green eyes. “Go fuck yourself.” The role was back in place. “Finish with me and let me go, prick."
His cock twitched violently at her defiance. He took her wrists off the hook, spun her away from him and shoved her chest against the door. He braced an arm across her shoulders, pinning them in place.
“Of course you want it from behind. Pervert.”
A smile threatened, knowing she loved when he took her this way. “Shut your fucking mouth.” He kicked her legs apart and she let out a shaky breath.
Rock grabbed a fist-full of her hair and pushed his pants down. “I am a scumbag. You like me like that, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.” She moved her arms, perhaps trying to gain more control and he thrust them higher above her head.
“Keep your hands there.” She obeyed, relaxing against the door like she realized she wasn’t getting away. Rock kissed his way along the side of her neck to her ear. “Good girl. Just let it happen.”
He angled his cock at her core and when she drew a sharp breath, he paused. She squirmed into him. He entered her in one swift thrust.
Annabella whimpered, back muscles bunching. She turned her head and he claimed her mouth while he slid in and out of her, grunting his pleasure.
“Sir…” She jerked one wrist, loosening the tie. It came free, and she reached around, clawing at his ass, fucking him back.
“Hands. Don’t make me tell you again.”
A frustrated cry left her, but she put her arms up against the door.
He slid out and then snapped his hips forward. “Such a greedy little whore, aren’t you.”
“Yes.” Her movements grew more intense. Getting close again.
He brought his palm down hard on her ass and she let out something that sounded like a sob. “No. You come when I tell you.”
“Please…”
The desperation in her voice ripped his control to shreds. He shoved her cheek to the wall with a growl, fucking her so hard the door rattled.
“Shhhhit, yes…”
His balls drew up tight and pleasure clawed him apart sending white lights across his vision as her pussy milked his cock. “Come…”
Annabella crashed over the edge the way he liked, letting out a string of curses, hips bucking frantically until her whole body went tight and she screamed.
She slumped against the door, breathing ragged and he pulled out,
scooping her into his arms. He lay her across his bed. Cheeks flushed, she stretched out, looking well and truly fucked.
“That was incredible.”
“Come here, girl.” He turned her over on her stomach, ran his hands down her back, working out the kinks. She moaned.
“So, how did you feel with your hands tied? Were you scared?”
“I loved it. Maybe for a second I was nervous but you quickly made me forget that.”
He kissed her shoulder. “Good girl. You handled it well.” Privately he hoped she’d be ready for more restrictive bondage soon, but he needed to take his time. He continued to massage her muscles until they turned to putty. Then he ordered the usual box of chocolate covered cherries.
Rock turned her over and they snuggled for a moment, but then she lifted her head, thin brows drawn together.
“Rock?”
“Yeah.”
She licked her lips. “You…you don’t really think you’re a scumbag, do you?”
Old memories toyed at the edges of his mind and he tamped them down. I am not what they always said I was. “Of course not, why would you think that?”
“Because, I was playing a role, but I know this town has always treated you like trash. I know what your family was like. I can’t help thinking you said you were a scumbag because part of you believes what they always said.”
He huffed a breath and looked at her. “No, I know what they said about me isn’t true. But, Annabella, sometimes the kink I like can get…intense.”
Her eyes danced. “I can handle it. I like your dark side.”
He searched her face. Whatever her words, nervousness flickered behind her adoration, and he almost told her. Almost told her about the secret fantasy he’d been having about her for weeks. The fantasy he knew would push limits she wasn’t ready to breech.
Instead, he kissed her deep on the lips, trying to show her all he felt for her in that single act. She kissed him back, eager and passionate. When she settled against him, he wrapped her in his warmth.
Rock’s thoughts spun long into the night.