Taming Dex

by Zoey Derrick

  He hisses through his teeth. “I told you I had other ideas about how to handle what happened today. On the night stand you will find a few things that may or may not interest you. Everything there is something I am comfortable with at this stage. My safe word is kit kat. Your safe word is sunshine. Tonight, I am at your service, Sir.”

  He brings his hand to my cheek, gently stroking it and I lean into it. “Look at me, sweet girl.” I do as he’s asked and I raise my eyes to him. “Do you have any idea what you’re offering me here?” I nod. “Say it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to accept your offer?”

  Learning from his last request, I say, “No, Sir.”

  He smiles then he kneels down in front of me. “You, sweet, gorgeous girl, are more than I could ever ask for. But I do not trust myself enough to not hurt you. Not yet. While I don’t mind the idea of what may be on that table, and while I don’t mind the idea of using something from that table on you tonight, I want for us both to have good solid discussions about what we want, what we like, what we don’t want, or don’t like before we travel down this path together.”

  “It is a path I know I want to take with you,” I say softly.

  “And I with you, but there is so much more to this than me taking advantage of your willingness to submit to me. And right now, I feel that is what I would be doing if we did this tonight.” I nod. Sadness creeps in. “But I do want you to do something for me tonight.”

  “Anything,” I say without thinking. Dex smiles at me.

  “Do to me what you will.”

  I gasp. “Why is it okay for me to…”

  “Because, I don’t trust myself to not hurt you but I know that at least for tonight, that I don’t need pain to cure what happened. That I just need you.” He rears up, grabs my cheeks in his hands. “I need to be buried in you. That will be enough for my penance for now.” His lips slam hard and fast in to mine and I take his hands in mine as he holds my head in his. Holding him to me, I kiss him back.

  What I’d planned to be the perfect gift for him, ends up being a better gift for me. I pull back. “I have one request,” I say to him.

  “What’s that?”

  I get to my feet and as I do, he reluctantly lets me go. I walk over to the table and I grab the one thing I bought today that I was truly hoping he’d use on me tonight and return to him with it behind my back. “Close your eyes,” I say, a little command in my voice and he smiles, closing his eyes. I bring it around to the front and hold it so that he can see it when he opens his eyes. “Open,” I say as the fur lined leather cuffs hang off my finger.

  His eyes go wide with fear and he swallows hard. I vow to examine that reaction later, but for now, I let it go.

  “They’re not for you,” I tell him and he immediately relaxes. “Please?” I beg him.

  He stands up. His demeanor has changed slightly, but not in a bad way. His eyes go dark again. “On the bed. Now,” he orders and I give him a wicked smile as I climb up onto the bed. At the same time, he pulls his shirt up over his head.

  Once I’m on the bed, I lie down and look at him as he loses his jeans, but keeps his boxer briefs in place. I lick my lips. “Enjoying the scenery?”

  “Best scenery in DC,” I tease him.

  He gives me a wicked smirk and climbs onto the bed near my head. I cannot resist the urge and I reach up and run my hand along his rock hard, well-defined erection lying across his pelvis, touching his hipbone. My mouth waters and he shivers. He grabs my wrist, pulling it up over my head.

  The headboard is made of iron bars and before I know it, one wrist is wrapped up in a cuff that he’s tightening, but it’s not too tight that it will hurt me. I roll toward him, taking my other hand and tugging on the waistband of his underwear and watch as his cock falls out, protruding from his body at full mast. He’s so long that I don’t have to move very far to lick the bead of cum off of the tip. He twitches. “Ah fuck,” he groans and I pull down on his boxer briefs so that he’s fully free and I grab his cock with my free hand. Stroking upward, I lick again and suck him into my mouth. “Jesus, fuck,” he growls and I keep licking and sucking, pumping my fist up and down, hoping to push him beyond his control so that he has no choice but to let me finish him off with my mouth.

  I look up into his eyes. They’re dark, hooded and the most exquisite pleasure is radiating off of him. I moan around his cock. He makes no move to stop me, but he also makes no advance on me either. He’s holding my cuffed wrist at the headboard so I can’t get both hands into the action. I tug and he smirks.

  I pout.

  He laughs and goes for my free wrist with his free hand. I still have his cock in my face so I lick it again and manage to suck it into my mouth before he’s pulling my arm back to the point of forcing me to roll onto my back once again. He makes quick work of the cuff and I am effectively immobilized.

  “Now that is one beautiful sight to see,” he groans as he climbs back off of the bed, shedding his shorts at the same time. I moan as I watch his cock move and bounce as he walks from the bed over to the counter.

  I watch as he leans down into the mini-bar fridge and his ass is on full display for me to see. I groan. I can see his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he does a few somethings in the fridge before standing. I watch him grab a glass off of the counter and I hear the clinking of ice as it falls into the tumbler.

  As he turns, I watch his cock as it moves and twitches then when he’s totally facing me, my eyes travel up his abs, up his naked chest and finally to meet his bright, excited eyes.

  With his free hand, he grabs his cock and begins to stroke it. My nipples harden and my clit throbs. I do my best to scissor my legs together, seeking the relief I so desperately need and it isn’t there and it isn’t coming for me.

  He keeps stroking his cock as he watches me being tortured on the bed. “What a gorgeous princess you are,” he says and I shiver. He slowly starts to walk toward the bed, bringing with him his glass of ice.

  “What’s that for?”

  He gives me a wicked grin. “You,” he says as he pops an ice cube into his mouth. He walks around the bed, setting the glass gently on the table and he kneels up onto the bed. The ice is still in his mouth, and he works it around with his tongue. When he’s satisfied, he adds the ice back to the glass and he leans over and sucks my left nipple into his mouth. I cry out. The searing flash of hot and cold make my body come alive and my back arch. “More?” he asks as my breast falls from his mouth.

  “Yes!” I cry out.

  Dex quickly captures my mouth with his. Still cold from the ice he had there a moment ago. I moan again and fight to find some relief from the overwhelming sensations in my clit. It’s almost painful.

  He pulls back and reaches for his glass. “Please,” I beg.

  “What do you want, princess?” he asks huskily and I groan.

  “I don’t want. I need.”

  He smiles wide. “And just what is it that you think you need?”

  “You. I need you.” My eyes dart to the clinking glass and I shiver knowing that he’s absolutely not done torturing me. I watch as he pulls out a fresh cube. “No. No, no.” I whine and he laughs.

  “Yes,” he grins.

  I watch as he sets the glass back down, but he doesn’t put the cube in his mouth. “Oh god,” I groan. He situates himself, straddling my legs, forcing me to sit still and I try in vain to buck him off which only makes his cock bounce against my mound.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asks, concerned.

  “No. You’re torturing me.”

  “Good.”

  “You’re a little too excited about this you know,” I tease him and he wiggles his eyebrows as he holds the cube over my stomach and it starts to drip down. I flinch with each cold drop that lands and starts to pool in the hollow of my stomach. My nipples are hard as diamonds and could easily cut glass, but he sees the effect the dripping water is hav
ing on me so he moves his hand around, up over my breasts and the moment the first drop hits my nipple, I arch, crying out and his mouth quickly seals around it. Cold and hot mix in a delicious concoction of pleasure and pain.

  He hasn’t moved his hand so the ice continues to drip. He sits back up and puts the cube in his mouth. I groan and he smiles. Holding the cube between his lips, he leans down and circles a nipple then trails the ice across my chest to the other nipple. Then he moves higher, bringing it to my neck and up to my jaw and finally over my mouth. The air in the room moves across the icy trail he’s just left on my body and I shiver again as he brushes the ice across my lips. I open my mouth slightly and take the cube from him and quickly chew it up.

  “Uh,” he says with a laugh. He’s shocked and I want to laugh but I’m afraid I’ll choke. “You stole my ice cube.” He’s so cute when he’s happily playing with me. He reaches over for the glass again and I squirm.

  “I don’t know how much…”

  He brings a finger to my lips, shushing me. “You know your safe word.”

  I pucker my lips and kiss the calloused pad. “Never,” I smirk. I’ve just issued a challenge and I see the recognition in his eyes, but I know he’d never push me to that.

  In order for him to reach the glass he has to climb off of me. One flick of his tongue against my clit or a thrust into my dripping pussy will send me over the edge. I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now. My clit feels like it has swollen to massive proportions.

  I watch as he quickly pops a cube into his mouth and he slides down the bed. He lifts my leg and I moan as he takes up residence right where I need him the most. I feel his cool finger running up and down the seam of my sex and I squirm. He presses in a little further, teasing my entrance and ignoring my clit. “Please,” I beg.

  That’s when it happens. His mouth lands on my clit. I’d forgotten about the ice in his mouth and the extreme cold against my warmth is nearly painful, but I explode around him. Coming hard and fast. My eyes slam closed, my hands tug at my bindings, my back arches and he quickly slides a finger inside me, milking my orgasm for everything it’s worth. I can’t breathe. My orgasm is so intense that it’s stolen all ability to function. His tongue doesn’t stop, causing my legs to twitch and he presses with great force and almost immediately pushing me toward another orgasm. Then he presses the ice to my clit. The little that is left in his mouth quickly dissolves. Ice-cold water runs down to his hand and the entrance of my pussy.

  The sensation is so overwhelming and I try in vain to pull away from him, but his other hand holds me steady. I try to grind my sex against his mouth silently begging him to suck and lick faster. “Please,” I cry out.

  “What do you need, princess?”

  “You, please, I need you inside me, fucking me.”

  He hisses through his teeth and pulls his hands away from me as he rears up. He positions himself and lifts my legs higher, allowing him easier access to my dripping pussy. He’s watching me, looking at my pussy. I can feel the remains of my orgasm in my muscles as they spasm. “So fucking gorgeous,” he says reverently and I feel the head of his cock at the very entrance of my sex, but he has my legs pushed up toward my chest and I have no leverage to move.

  “God, Dex, Please. Take. Me. Fuck me.”

  His eyes meet mine. There is an unspoken question in his eyes with a hint of concern.

  “Please, take me,” I whisper and he slides in hard and fast. I cry out and my eyes close. “Fuck,” I scream.

  He pulls back slowly and I open my eyes, trying to convey to him that I’m okay and he needs to continue. “Don’t. Stop,” I say between ragged breaths.

  He smiles and slides in again. Then out and back in. He leans forward, placing my legs on his shoulders as he starts to really slide in and out of me. I fight my bindings because the need to touch him is too much, but he ignores the noise as he leans down further, pushing my knees to my chest and lifting my pussy to the perfect angle, allowing him to slide deeper inside of me and I can feel him rubbing along my g-spot. My walls tighten around him.

  “So fucking tight. So. Fucking. Good,” he says between thrusts. His breathing is ragged like mine. He reaches up and moves my legs off of his shoulders, but his thighs keep me held higher. His cock drives harder and deeper inside me. He reaches up over my head and I can feel him messing with the cuffs. His motions slow. “I need you to touch me,” he breathes and as soon as my hands are free, I wrap my legs around him and he moves down so that I can wrap my arms around his neck. Holding him to me. I run a hand into his hair, making a fist and his eyes roll up. “Harder,” he growls.

  I pull on his hair harder and he pulls his head back, roaring. With my other hand, I run it along his chest, over his nipples and his breathing becomes shorter, raspier, and I realize I’ve found a sweet spot with him. I release his hair and lift myself up. I run a wet fat tongue over his nipple and he trembles. I repeat the process, making his nipple pebble as I suck and nibble. When there is a flash of pain, his cock twitches inside me. “More,” he demands and I move to the other nipple. Repeating the process but this time I bite harder. “God, Jesus. Fuck!” he continues with a string of expletives and I can no longer hold my head up. Falling back to the mattress, he pounds into me harder and I can feel it. My orgasm building, threatening to ruin the moment, but I know he has to be close.

  He sits up straighter. His back arches as he pounds into me. The muscles of my sex clamp down hard, my legs start to shake and he knows I’m close. “Fuck,” I cry out. My back arches and the angle changes so that his cock rubs me just right. Just right to cause me pain and just right that my orgasm explodes, literally. I shatter. Lost in bliss.

  I’ve been beating away on the new heads of my drums for the last little while. Trying to wrap my head around what happened with Raine this afternoon.

  I can’t quite seem to understand. She was so open, willing and…Jesus, I’m turning into a fucking sap.

  The show tonight has a little bit different line up, which isn’t uncommon for Sunday shows, but tonight is definitely different than a Friday night. We have two opening acts, the girl group that joined us after the Dallas incident with Addison, Tender Souls, and another band of dicks. I don’t bother to learn their names. The show is still starting at eight, the one hit wonder group will get twenty minutes and Tender Souls gets their usual thirty-five minutes, so we won’t take the stage until almost nine.

  While walking back, after running a final check on the set I bought in New York, I walk past the dressing room that has the one night band in it. I freeze. Damn it. No, no fuck no! Keep moving, you idiot, keep fucking walking.

  That all too familiar ache returns, the drive, the desire, the…fuck!

  “Dex.” I don’t look up to see who’s calling my name. I can’t fucking look away.

  That’s when something stronger fights through the fog, something familiar, something like home. It touches my arm, it radiates into my heart and throughout my body. I look into ice blue eyes. There’s fear in hers, concern. Without even really knowing what I’m doing, I cup her face in my hands and slant my lips over hers. Savoring her sweet cherry taste, the chocolate scent of her skin, and the softness of her flesh as her lips move to kiss me back. With the warm wetness of her tongue against mine, the burn of addiction dies within me. Washed away by this gorgeous woman.

  This woman who’s unraveling everything I know about myself, the woman who I want desperately to have in my arms, to hold her, to caress her, to adore her. To worship the ground she walks on. The princess that she is. I no longer feel the desperate need to find a spot for new ink, to find…”Fuck,” I growl as I pull back from her lips. “Take my face,” I tell her. She obeys, cupping my cheeks in her soft warm palms. “Hold me tight and back the fuck up,” I growl. She starts to look into the room. “No. Don’t. Please, just back up. Pull me with you. Look into my eyes, Raine.” I plead and her eyes lock hard on mine. She takes one step back, followed by another, and
then finally I manage to get my feet walking, to get my feet going forward.

  “You’re all right, bubba. Come on. You got this. I got you,” she says, but I’m too distracted by her eyes, the way they aren’t judging me. They aren’t angry or scared, she’s simply seeing me, seeing into me and seeing a part of me that I’d hoped she’d never see in person, but I’m also seeing the one thing in life that means more to me than drugs.

  Her.

  She’s claimed me. I’m addicted to her.

  I crave her.

  She redeems me.

  She’s taming me.

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  Zoey Derrick is a Best Selling Author of Contemporary, Erotic, Erotic Romance and Paranormal Romance from Glendale Arizona. She was once a mortgage underwriter and she now writes full time.

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