Taming Dex

by Zoey Derrick

  With my legs wrapped around him, I have leverage so I slide my pussy along his shaft and he growls. “Fine, but I want to look at that gorgeous ass.”

  “Deal,” I say and release him, flipping over and wiggling my ass against his cock. He smacks my ass with it and I still.

  “Give me one hard limit. Something you refuse to do, no matter what?”

  “Being shared or sharing someone,” I say quickly. “I do not, cannot and will not tolerate cheating,” I say softly. No need to bring that up, not now.

  “I need another one, a physical hard limit. Something I cannot do to you.”

  “Ugh, no piss and shit.” I make a gagging sound.

  “Pain limits?”

  “I don’t know, I’ve never-” Just then a hand smacks into my ass, hard. The sound is louder and harder than the bite of pain that accompanies it. I writhe and moan, thrusting forward and back again, just as he finds the entrance of my sex and he slides in hard and fast, but not very deep. “Ahh fuck.”

  “Again?” he asks, his voice is husky and full of lust.

  “Yes,” I cry out.

  He doesn’t disappoint. Another loud smack and stab of pain, only this time on my left cheek. I feel my pussy clamp down hard on his cock and he stills, groaning. “Fuck that’s hot,” he says. Then I feel him shift. His hands slide down my back, my body arches, sucking him deeper inside of me as his hand slides into my hair.

  “Ahh fuck,” I cry out as his hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back, the weight of his body and the hand in my hair has me immobile.

  “Safe word?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Kit kat,” I moan, having no clue where that actually came from.

  He chuckles. “Mine is sunshine. Because that is what you are, you’re sunshine on a cloudy, rainy day.” I gasp and he thrusts hard into me. “I will give you your every heart’s desire. I will take you to places you’ve never imagined, on one condition,” he growls as he continues thrusting into me.

  I cry out as his hand tightens in my hair. “Anything.”

  “You promise me the same.”

  “A switch?” I breathe.

  “Only for you,” he growls, releasing my hair. Pain and pleasure collide when his hands go to my hips, fingers digging in, biting at my flesh as he continues to thrust in and out of me. His confession is heady, the agreement – daunting. The desire sends me over the edge before I even realize the orgasm was there.

  The gasp that comes from Dex makes my nipples harden as he continues thrusting into me after my orgasm. “Where’d that come from?” he teases.

  “You,” I whisper and I hear him chuckle.

  His hands let up on my hips, his grip loosening and I help by rocking back into him with each thrust in. Pushing him in to the point of pain, a point that turns that pain into pleasure. His hands begin to gently glide along my ass and up my back as he continues sliding in and out of my dripping pussy. One hand disappears briefly but when it returns, I feel something pressed against the tight ring of my ass. I tense up briefly. “Hard limit?” he asks.

  “No, never tried.”

  “Gah!” he groans and I feel him shiver as he slides to a halt inside me. He’s fully sheathed though his girth and length make it impossible for me to take him all the way in. “Never?” he asks softly and I lift myself onto my elbows.

  “Never,” I confirm.

  “Because you don’t…”

  “No, no one’s ever tried.”

  “So you mean I can claim this for myself?”

  I tense.

  He chuckles. “Not right now. But…”

  I nod my head. “I’d like to try.” Then he starts to circle his finger around my entrance. At first it feels weird, foreign, but gradually it starts to feel better. He hasn’t moved from inside me. His hand comes away and I’m saddened at the loss of that additional point of contact. Then I feel something wet and warm. “What is that?”

  “Just some spit. I want to play.” His voice is full of wonder and mischief. I nod.

  He goes back to circling me, pressing harder, seeking entrance with his finger.

  “Play with yourself, princess,” he commands. I obey by reaching down and rubbing my finger along my clit. I feel my pussy clamp down on him as the sensation registers. Ass, pussy and now my clit. I shiver, letting a whimper escape my lips as he pushes into me gently.

  “Gah!” I cry out.

  “Does it hurt?” he asks as he slowly moves his finger in and out, turning the burning sensation to a warm pleasurable one and my hand goes back to circling my clit.

  “No, it’s…it’s good, just, it’s…”

  “Different?”

  “Mmhmm,” I moan.

  “Good different?”

  “Mmhmm.” Coherent thoughts slip away along with the juices of my last orgasm. “Move, I need you to move, Dex,” I mumble out and he starts to move in and out in time with his finger. I can tell that with each thrust in, he’s going a little deeper and with each pull out the pain subsides and pleasure overtakes me. I start rocking back into him. “I can’t…” I pull my hand away. Allowing him to control my sensations, my orgasm. Allowing him to take it from me and giving me the leverage I need to really push back on him.

  It doesn’t take long before my orgasm simmers, radiating out from my core, liquid fire in my veins. “Jesus,” he breathes. “I need it, give it to me, princess.”

  His hand withdraws from me and one hand goes into my hair, pulling, gripping and pinning me down, forcing me still while the other hand goes to my hip, holding me in place. He pumps once, twice and I explode all over his bare cock. Skin to skin, soul to soul and I’m lost to him the moment I feel his scorching hot cum searing my insides. My orgasm quickly rolls into another one as he grinds into me, growling and milking our orgasms.

  After a couple heartbeats, his hand comes out of my hair. His hand loosens up on my hip and my breathing slowly falls to a more normal rhythm.

  “Ahh, fuck.” I hear something, like a cracking sound. Dex falls out of me fast. “Shit.”

  “Dex, what’s wrong?” I turn to see him vigorously shaking his hand. “Talk to me.”

  “I...fuck, it hurts. My hand. It’s, fuck.” He keeps shaking it. Ignoring the fact that our orgasms are now sliding from my body, I stand up and go to him.

  “Cramp?” I ask and he nods. “Give me your hand.” I don’t give him an option and he quickly complies. “Sit.” I nod toward the couch I was sitting on earlier and he sits down. I sit on his lap and start to gently massage his hand.

  “Fuck, that hurts.”

  “I know, but give me a minute. Do you trust me?” His steel grey eyes meet mine. Serious and unafraid.

  “Yes, I do.”

  I give him a small smile and go back to his hand. “Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt,” I tell him as I find the knot, where his fingers have locked up. I hear him take a deep breath. “Promise not to hate me when I’m done.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible,” he says softly. Then I use all the strength I have in my thumbs and I push, hard. “Argh! Fuck!” he cries out. I feel the muscles pop under my fingers and finally his hand relaxes and just like that, so does he.

  I start to massage that spot and the rest of his hand, working out the kinks gently and he just looks at me. “Hate me?”

  He smirks. “Never.”

  “Good.”

  After about ten minutes of massaging his hand, I slowly come to a stop. “How’s that?”

  “Much, much better.”

  “Does that happen often?” I ask him.

  He shakes his head. “No, but I’ve noticed more tension in my hand since we started the tour. It’s the product of playing drums for fifteen years.” My own hands are tight from massaging his and I flex my fingers. “My turn it seems.” He smiles.

  I smile back at him then look over at the clock. It’s four thirty in the morning. “Actually, I have a better idea.”

  “Which is?”

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bsp; “Take a quick shower with me?”

  He chuckles. “I don’t think a shower with you can be quick.”

  “This one will be. I want to show you something.”

  He cocks his head at me. “What?”

  “Can’t I surprise you?” I give him puppy dog eyes and I push out my bottom lip in a pout. He leans up and nips my lip with his teeth.

  “I told you, puppy dog eyes don’t work on me, sweet girl.” I smile at the other nickname he’s apparently chosen for me. I’m sure I probably blush a little because he says, “You like that nickname, don’t you?”

  I smile and nod. “It reminds me more of something a Dominant would call his submissive, so yes, I like it.” His eyes light up.

  “Have you ever?” he asks me.

  “Been a sub?” He nods. “No, and I’ve never been a Dominant either. The lifestyle intrigues me. I’m ridiculously turned on by the idea of being commanded, controlled and just letting everything go. But I also have a Dominant side that likes to take control, be in control and have pleasure bestowed upon me, for my benefit. Let’s just say, whips and cuffs excite me.” I watch as his eyes widen in shock. “Have you ever?”

  I watch as he scrubs his face. “That is a long conversation. Can we just leave it at no and yes. I have some friends, I’ve seen some scenes, I’ve participated in some scenes, but I’ve never found someone with whom I’d like to experience and experiment with. Never found anyone I’ve trusted enough to turn myself over to and I’ve never given a woman an ounce of a chance to want to pursue that kind of relationship. But I get the impression that you’re going to change that about me.”

  My heart flutters and my breathing hitches in my throat. “I’d like that,” I manage to say past the lump in my throat.

  “Give it some time. I’ll fuck this up somehow,” he says, his tone sad and very matter of fact.

  “I don’t think you can truly fuck anything up once you put your mind to it.” I lean over to kiss him on the cheek and he catches me, turning his head so our lips meet. He leans me into his chest as his hand goes into my hair. His lips are soft, and there is a calming peace that washes over me when he licks at my lips. But he doesn’t press.

  He pulls back. “I believe you wanted to surprise me.”

  I smile. “It can wait.”

  His arms snake under my legs and behind my back. “Nope. I want my surprise.” He smirks as he stands up, carrying me with very little effort into the bathroom. He sets me on my feet and reaches into the shower to turn on the water.

  “I’m going to run to my room, change into some clean clothes,” he says with a sad smile on his face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to leave.”

  I chuckle a little. “You’re only going down the hall, throwing on some clean clothes and by the time you’re done, I’ll be waiting outside your door.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him chastely and he wraps his arms around me, picking me up and pressing his lips hard to mine. I pull back. “Seriously, we’re going to miss it,” I tell him. “Just go. I’ll be right behind you.”

  “All right. Hurry up.”

  “I’ll be there before you’re dressed.” I give him a smirk. He’s only thrown on his jeans, sans boxers which are crumpled up on the floor next to his shoes, and no shirt. Dex topless is a sight to behold, a sight made even better knowing what I know about his ink. I notice now, from the distance, that there are no tiny pieces, only a whole. Though slightly unbalanced and missing a little here and there. Looking at it, I ask him, “What will you do, when you stop having cravings, when you stop giving in?”

  He pauses by the door. “Then I will finish it all in black.” He turns around and smiles at me. “One day, I hope to be able to do that, but every day is a struggle.”

  I smile at him and I nod. Secretly hoping that I can give him something else to think about. “See you in a minute,” I tell him as I slide into my tennis shoes. He smiles at me and leaves the room. I step into the bathroom to pull my hair up. It’s still wet from our shower. It’s impossible for me to stand here, looking in the mirror and not see the after effects of his taking me in there. My hand print is still outlined in steam. I shiver at the reminder of his touch, and my hand grazes over the upper swell of my breast. It’s tender. He came so hard, he bit me. No blood, but I can see his teeth marks. I smile at the memory of the pain he induced that tipped me over the edge.

  I never imagined that I would be able to find an outlet for some of the weirder things that I enjoy, like pain with sex. Now before you go getting all ‘is it because?’ the answer is no. I’ve always had a high threshold for pain and as I got older, I found pleasure in the pain I would feel. It makes me feel alive. Reminds me that I am alive, that I am living in reality. So many things in my life have been like a dream or a nightmare, depending on the situation, and sometimes I need to feel the pain in order to remind myself that I am real and alive.

  “The walk of shame this time of the morning doesn’t suit you.” I give Beck a ‘fuck you’ look. “Hey, just sayin’.”

  I slide my keycard into the door.

  “What the hell is wrong with you, bro?”

  I shrug. “A ton of shit, but that’s not what you’re getting at, is it?” I ask as I hold the door open for him to come in behind me.

  “You’re acting all weird and shit. Hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were acting like Talon.”

  “Whatever.” I’m not sure I’m capable of arguing with him.

  I watch as he shrugs. “It’s all good, man. Seriously.” I look at him, serious. “I mean it. If she wets your whistle, go for it.”

  “Ahh, speaking of whistle. Sunday night?”

  “What about it?”

  I shrug. “Forget it. I can’t be pissed at you like I want to be, or should be. You didn’t know.”

  “Are you talking about her triggers? She told you?” I nod. “It wasn’t intentional.”

  “I know, that’s why I can’t be pissed at you, but do me a favor?”

  “Anything,” he says without hesitation.

  “Keep your distance from her. Please.”

  “That’s kind of hard, but if you’re referring to that… then no worries. I had my fun,” he says smug.

  My hands clench into fists and I close my eyes. “You might want to leave before I knock you into the wall,” I say through gritted teeth.

  He puts his hands up in surrender. “Man, what’s crawled up your butt…”

  “Her,” I say simply.

  He smirks, nods and then leaves the room. I change into some jeans, tennis shoes and pull on a t-shirt just as a light knock raps on my door. I smile. It’s got to be her.

  I rush to the door and swing it open. Seeing her is like seeing her for the first time in days, weeks or even months. She beams up at me. “You might want to grab a jacket,” she says and I hold the door open for her. She doesn’t come all the way in but stands at the door, holding it open.

  “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

  She laughs. “Nope.”

  I grab my jacket and we leave the room. As soon as we’re in the hallway, I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her to me. Rusty is standing near the elevator. He gives both of us a quizzical look. “She’s taking me somewhere and won’t tell me where,” I tell Rusty who rolls his eyes. “You already know?”

  Rusty laughs. “The elevator is here.” He hits the button and the doors slide open and I escort Raine inside.

  We turn around. “You’re not coming?” I ask Rusty. He just shakes his head. Odd.

  We take the elevator to the second floor and she secrets me through the doors and into the adjacent parking garage where we have a black SUV. A tired looking Casey and Troy are there waiting for us.

  “Did you really have to wake them?” I ask her, skeptical.

  “Rusty wouldn’t let us go alone.” She shrugs and Troy holds open the door for her, she climbs in and I follow behind her.

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sp; “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “Have you ever been to DC before?”

  I shake my head, “Was never a place I wanted to come.”

  She smiles. “You’re missing out. There’s something special about being here, it’s sometimes overwhelming,” she says as Casey puts the SUV in drive and we exit the garage.

  We’re only in the car for a few minutes when we pull up to the backside of what I’m guessing is a memorial of some type. It’s lit up in the darkness. It’s a rectangular building. “Lincoln?” I ask.

  She smiles and nods. Why on earth would she bring me here? Casey drives past the monument and finds a place to park. It’s still dark, so the only people who are really out and about are runners.

  I climb out of the car quickly and I open her door for her. She smiles up at me. “Wow,” she breathes, shocked.

  I want to roll my eyes. “I am capable of being a gentleman, once in a while.” I offer her my elbow and she takes it with a small giggle. It’s chilly, though not as cold as New York was and I’m glad she had me bring a jacket.

  “So sweet girl, what are we doing here?”

  “I’d really like to show you some things.”

  “I gathered that, but what?” I ask her.

  “That’s the surprise.” She smirks at me as we walk toward the Lincoln Memorial. From this side of the building, that’s really all you can see.

  I can feel Troy and Casey behind us, trailing some distance away. They’re doing everything they can to make it less obvious that they’re following us, maybe Rusty and Tori should have come instead, at least they could possibly see the romantic aspect of what I have a feeling she’s about to bring to this.

  “Okay, close your eyes and stop. Stop here,” she says and we stop. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just face that way,” she says, pointing me toward my right. “Okay, back up like three steps.” I laugh but obey her command. Then she moves from my peripheral vision and the next thing I know, she’s climbing onto my back.

  I laugh. “What are you doing?”