Taking Courage

by S. J. Maylee

  A cold emptiness had been seeping into her thoughts all day. How had she gotten so attached so quickly? She should have guarded her feelings better. Maybe she should think about Marcus's warning. Simon might not be the right Dom for her.

  Falling fast was a talent Janna had perfected. Without her father here to point it out, Janna hadn't seen it coming. She needed practice spotting roadblocks.

  She didn't need to run home. The thought of going home and leaving this new oasis left her stomach achy and empty. She needed to calm down and let the week play out. She'd have Simon's full attention tomorrow tonight and each Friday night while he was her trainer. With more time, he might start to care about her and consider keeping her around well past her training.

  A flutter of possibilities churned with the anxiety settling in her gut. It was probably a good thing he was keeping his distance today. As long as he wasn't around, she didn't have to explain her father or her ex.

  Keller's and Marcus's warnings swam through her thoughts. Maybe she needed to consider the opposite of Marcus's warning. Maybe she wasn't the right sub for Simon. An ache swirled around her and pounded in the center of her chest.

  She took a deep calming breath. It had only been a few days. They both would need more time before making a decision like that, but her gut wanted him to be the one. She shifted in her seat, seeking the angle that would let her get comfortable. The damn plug kept her thoughts on Simon.

  She tapped her fists on her desk and then pulled back up her project files. Diving back into work was her only option. She'd keep herself busy, and eventually tomorrow night would come.

  ****

  Simon called an end to his last meeting of the day. He hadn't said more than a few words to Janna all day. Readying his department to start the new project on Monday was demanding his full attention, but each glimpse he got of her drove his need to touch her again. They both needed a bit of space to do their jobs.

  Friday couldn't come soon enough.

  He figured that by now Marcus must have spoken to her about Club Blind. He'd been keeping an eye on the Club Blind roster, and although her name wasn't there yet, it didn't mean she'd decided against it or worse, hadn't already planned her return trip home. He couldn't blame her for considering either. Home could be a safe place, and Marcus was a great spokesman for the new club. He was probably a better match for Janna, too.

  Simon flexed his jaw as a strong pinch took hold, and he pushed back from his desk. He hadn't had enough time with her yet to convince her to stay, but the last thing he wanted was for her to stay out of some sense of obligation.

  A knock on his door broke his concentration. He looked up and found Gina leaning against his doorway.

  “Gina, come in. What can I do for you?”

  “I was actually wondering what I can do for you.” She flipped her long hair over her shoulder. “I've finished my latest project, and I know you just got a new one approved last night.” She sauntered over and rested her hip on the corner of his desk.

  Chapter Eight

  Janna decided since she wanted to talk to Simon today, she'd stop by his office on her way out. She gathered her things and made her way to his office. The door was open. She walked in and found him talking to Gina, who was comfortably perched on his desk.

  She stood frozen, watching and waiting for the whole image in front of her to disappear. The girls had told her Gina had a knack for causing trouble, and here she was.

  “Gina.” From behind her came the rumble of Marcus's reprimand.

  Both Simon and Gina turned. Gina's stunning blue eyes narrowed in on Marcus, but instead of responding, she got up and left. Marcus left in the opposite direction. The air thickened when Simon said nothing.

  Janna took a step to follow Marcus.

  “Don't go.”

  She turned back. Simon hadn't moved, except now he was looking out the window. She made her way across his office to see what had claimed his attention. It also gave her something to do other than saying something she'd regret.

  “This view is fabulous. I should spend time looking at it every day.”

  “You've been working your ass off.” His voice came from farther away than expected. The door lock slipping into place filled the silence in the room.

  “I have been working hard. I didn't realize until just now how worn out I am. I need to relax and clear my head.”

  “I know exactly what you need.”

  Her emotions felt like a six lane roundabout holding her captive. No simple answers, only dangers bombarded her from all sides. Her father held the keys to one kind of known comfort, but she refused to live under his thumb any longer. Besides, nothing he could offer could compete with the passion coursing through her veins or her need for the man approaching her.

  When she found out he worked for Keller on Monday morning she never would have guessed she'd be able to haggle a second chance from him.

  As the sounds of a desk drawer sliding open came to her ears, she turned and watched him pull a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms from his desk. His gaze fell on her, and he slid the drawer closed.

  He joined her at the window, pressed his body deliciously into hers, and he sucked her earlobe into his hot mouth.

  “You've been in my thoughts all day.” He blew on her wet lobe and sent a shiver down her spine. “Do you see the fallen tree?”

  “The one lying across the ravine?”

  “That's the one. The way the tree broke makes it easy to restrain someone.” He pressed his hard cock into the seam of her ass. “There's just enough foliage out there to shelter the view from everywhere but our building.”

  “Have you?” She regretted the question as soon as it slipped out. The thought of Simon dominating anyone but her snagged a spur across her heart. The damn idea left her stomach rolling uncomfortably.

  “No, I haven't, but I'd like to.” His hands reached across her stomach and took possession of her breasts. “I know people who have, and they recommend it. I recommend we don't wait for tomorrow night. I can't wait another minute before having you.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir.” She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. A slight adjustment of her feet made his cock press against the plug. All worries fluttered away as desire and heat stole the show. Would he take her, right here in his office, in front of the window? She had yet to know how his cock would fill her. Dampness slipped down her inner thigh.

  He stepped back, and she turned to follow.

  “Turn back around and take off your clothes.” He sat on the edge of his desk and crossed his arms. “Making me wait encourages me to punish you, and it only delays the inevitable. Now, let me see your body.”

  Her focus returned to the ravine, and she slipped the buttons through the holes on her blouse. Once free, the garment fell from her shoulders and floated to the floor. Her hands trembled when she reached for her bra clasp.

  “You're doing a beautiful job. Relax, I'll take it from here.” He stepped next to her and took the clasp from her hands.

  He removed the bra and dropped it on top of her blouse. One article at a time, he'd strip her of all worries. There were no decisions to make or consequences to consider. The time had come to give Simon the reins and let go. Old habits told her to review her decision, but desire held tight.

  After he released her skirt's zipper, he pulled it down over her hips, and it pooled at her feet. She stepped from the garment and her heels, then placed her hands on the window sill, now in just her thigh-high stockings. Anticipation thundered through her body, shaking her nerves awake.

  “Your body is mine.” His fingers found the plug. “Your plug is a nice dark purple. It pleases me to know you followed my instructions and increased the size of the plug. Did you enjoy training your body for me this week?”

  “I did, Sir.”

  His right hand snaked around her hip and dove into her folds, his possession obvious as his fingers dipped into her pussy and dragged back across her clit. A shi
ver danced up her spine. She searched the area behind the building. Not a soul could be seen, not even a wild animal. The thought of being discovered took hold anyway and heightened her desire.

  His fingers stilled at the entrance to her sex. The room was silent, no movement and no sound. He waited, for what she wasn't sure. She sucked in a deep breath, discovery no longer her concern.

  His left hand brushed her hair over her shoulder exposing her neck. His warm lips nipped their way up her shoulder towards her ear, and his fingers entered her pussy. A whimper slipped past her lips until she dragged her teeth across her bottom lip. His fingers pushed in further, and his lips sucked on her earlobe.

  Eyes front, she didn't move. She wouldn't move, not until he told her to. Her body simmered with desire everywhere he touched and everywhere he didn't.

  When he stepped away she wanted to run to him, but pushed her feet into the ground.

  A tinkling sound, possibly from chains, jingled behind her.

  “Come here.”

  She turned to him. He was relaxed in his chair, legs spread wide. The heel of his hand stroked the ridge of his cock. She licked her lips. He grabbed her attention with the object in his other hand.

  Clamps.

  It had been some time since she'd played with clamps on her own, and she was most certain he'd tighten them further than she ever dared. Anticipation ran rampant through her.

  “Come here.”

  She stepped in between his legs. His hands grabbed hold of her hips, and he sucked on her nipple. A zing sprang to her clit and back. The more he sucked the more intense the feeling became. The bite of the clamp surrounded her nipple and didn't let go.

  She looked down. Her smashed nipple stole her attention until he sucked on the other nipple. Moisture dribbled down her inner thigh. As the pain rose, so did her pleasure. The second clamp bit down, and she hissed. It was tighter than the first, and that had been tighter than she'd ever tried. He tugged on the chain increasing the pain and snapping her focus back to him.

  “What should you be thinking about?” His finger swiped through her folds and played around the entrance to her pussy.

  Her lids slid closed, and pleasure raced around her body.

  “Don't make me repeat myself again.” He tugged on the chain.

  “Just what I'm ordered to, Sir.” Freedom raced through her. This man knew what she needed. A new reason to submit entered her arena. The need to be open and honest pushed her past her fears.

  “That's better.” A pleased looking smile lifted the corners of his lips.

  Once on his feet, he led her by the chain back to the window. Each tug sent a new bolt of desire through her system. She was naked, her nipples were clamped, her ass was plugged, and she was waiting for orders she prayed would lead her to a hard fucking.

  She wanted to know what it felt like to be taken by this man. The one who didn't ignore her needs. The one who believed her when she said she wanted this.

  He released the chain, and she resumed her spot at the window. Her legs spread wide, open for whatever he wanted.

  His hand returned to her core, now wetter than before. A tug on the chain and a push of his fingers inside her channel pulsed desire with a renewed force.

  In that moment, she would do anything, whatever he commanded. His fingers pushed and pulled through her pussy lips and raked over her clit. Simultaneous tugs on her nipples and clit pushed an orgasm within reach.

  A zipper clicking and paper ripping filled the air, and seconds later his thick cock head dipped past her entrance.

  “I'm leaving the plug right where it is. I want you filled completely.” His fingers found the plug and pushed gently. “I want you to feel my command of your body everywhere.” His hands rubbed over her back side. “I'm doing this wrong.”

  “You're definitely doing it right, Sir.”

  “Thank you, pet, but I want to see your eyes when I take you.” He pushed his desk chair out of the way and threw down the plush blanket he'd cloaked her with the other day. He took her hand and helped her down onto her back. She spread her knees wide. “What a beautiful sight.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She stretched her hands above her head.

  “I need to get inside you, right now.” He nestled in over her and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Her soaking channel eased his way, and with each push he moved further inside, slowly filling her.

  Warmth spread through her body as she adjusted to his size. He was everywhere. Her lids drifted closed, and she luxuriated in his touch.

  “Eyes open.” He entered her again. “You will not hide from me. Not here.”

  The power of the moment washed over her. She wanted to give this man a lot more than just her body. From the moment she saw his leather covered legs and his green eyes, she’d wanted him, but now that she knew more about him, she wanted him that much more. With each push he exposed more of her heart and took it with him.

  “Oh, pet, that feels good. You're so fucking tight.” He stretched her and pushed at her resistance.

  His next push had double the force, and he slammed into her, almost fully seating himself inside her. Her body was his. He controlled every sensation. She melted as her orgasm pushed at the door.

  “Don't you dare come. You better hold it.”

  He pulled from her completely. She shook from the emptiness as ripples of passion twisted her in knots.

  “I'm trying, Sir.” A deep breath did nothing to calm her breathing, nor did waiting for him to fill her. He owned her. “I need your permission, Sir.”

  His fingers dug into her hips. He tilted her hips slightly and surged back in to the hilt. Back and forth he pumped into her. Each time, he jarred the plug, and the chain shifted on her chest, moving the clamps. It took enormous determination to stave off her peak.

  He took her with unrelenting force. Smacks of bodies repeatedly coming together and lungs working overtime filled the room.

  “Please, Sir.”

  “You can't hold much longer, can you?” His hot breath washed over her.

  “No, Sir, please.”

  “Your begging is sweet, and your pussy is hot comfort. Not sure I'll ever have enough of you.” He slowed his pace, and his evil fingers stroked her extended nub. “Come for me, now.”

  He squeezed her clit, and then his hard cock filled her, hitting her cervix and releasing a quiet bomb of sensations. It started bit by bit and swiftly picked up the pace to slam into her. His rhythm changed, but he continued to fuck her hard. A tug on the chain set off another set of bliss filled sparks inside her, and then his roar filled the room.

  After several more hard hits, he stopped moving. With his cock fully seated within her, he lowered his mouth to her ear and kissed her. It was intimate and splendid. Their breathing slowed, and the moment of shared bliss ended when he pulled from her. After disposing of the condom, he pulled her to him as he melted to the floor. Their cuddle wasn't graceful, but it filled her need in every way.

  Musky smells of sweat and sex reminded her of what they'd done. She squeezed her eyes shut and cuddled into his hold. She'd give anything to freeze this moment, but it had only been a few days. A warning sign in her head told her to be careful. No matter how much she trusted him in a scene, she needed to protect her heart.

  His arm wrapped around her and pushed back the cold seeping into her limbs. She pulled in a huge breath and let it out, relaxing into his embrace.

  “Let's get those clamps off.” He stroked her back. “Tell me something about you.” His thumb pushed at the latch on one of her clamps.

  “Like what? Oh!” A bright flash of pain pulsed repeatedly in her breast.

  “Anything. I hardly know anything about you.” He rubbed her nipple, and the pain drifted away. “Do you miss your family in Detroit?”

  “Not really.” She shifted her leg over his and cuddled closer, effectively hiding the other clamp.

  How could she miss her family when her father was still interfering
in her life? Anger revved in her veins. Every time he stepped in to direct her life, she swore she wouldn't let it happen again. This time she moved to Chicago, as if distance could deter him. She feared what he might try next if she didn't accept the job with Harry.

  All her insecurities and worries had no place to stay when she was in Simon's arms. He didn't let her hide or shelter her from life; he simply let her live. Confidence surged through her veins. Her decisions led her to him, and each time she'd been with him, she chose to be with him. She chose.

  “Janna, is your family a problem?” He reached in between them and released the last clamp. His kneading fingers soothed the pain.

  “Thank you.” She pressed his hand into her breast. “Can you keep doing that?”

  “Sure, but answer my question. Is your family a problem?

  “I'm doing my part to make sure they're not anymore.” She raised her head and scanned over his taut expression. “My father means well, but he's tried to have way too much say in my life.”

  “Did you run away from home?” He ran his hand over her hair and down her back.

  “It sounds funny, but I did actually, not to be defiant, but to live my own life.” She rose up on her elbow and dragged the pads of her fingers over his collarbone. “It took a lot for me to move away from my family.”

  He grabbed her chin to look her in the eye. “Loyalty is a beautiful thing when it's deserved.”

  She gasped on her next breath. Loyalty to family had always been her top priority. Her move here didn't mean she loved them any less, but it proved she was making her own priorities now. A shiver ran over her naked skin.

  Who deserves my loyalty now?

  “It seems you made the right choice for you.”

  “I did.” She looked back to his eyes. “I don't want you to judge my dad, though. He's still my father. Please know I didn't make this decision on a whim.” She rested her head back on his shoulder. “Family isn't easy to leave, no matter the dysfunction.”