Restraint

by Alyssa Clark

  “That’s usually how I operate,” I confided. “Are you going to give me a reward?” I tried my best not to mock him, I didn’t know how he’d take it.

  But he surprised me. He shifted down to his knees, hooking his thumbs in my skirt and tugging it down around my ankles. I watched as his hazel eyes darkened at the sight of my panties, Mr. Franklin didn’t appreciate boy shorts even the lacy revealing kind. Matt looked as if he was easier to please. It made me clench my thighs together as the dampness between them started to gather.

  I wanted this more than I should.

  He leaned forward, and I felt the rough brush of his five o’clock shadow against my thigh. His eyes connected with mine as he swiped his tongue along the front of my panties, applying just enough pressure make me want more. “Why tease?” I wiggled out of my panties and give him a view of just where I wanted him. I kept myself trim and neat even if I wasn’t seeing anyone. It was a routine I liked to keep.

  “Do you really have to ask?” he huffed against the exposed skin making me shiver with what was to come. I hoped he knew what he was doing down there. He lapped lightly at my outer lips, teasing me until I rolled my hips forward and spread my legs enough for him to get at all the good bits. He spread me with just his tongue and I could tell with the light lapping that this wasn’t something that he was entirely familiar with. I thought back to that conversation in my office and sighed.

  He was content to lap at the length of my slit until I finally just propped up a leg on his shoulder hoping the change of angle would give him the motivation to try something new. Fortunately, he found my clit easily enough and began to flick it teasingly with his tongue. I released a sigh and rocked my hips as the feeling began to take hold of me. He needed some refinement, direction, and then his skills would be something I would want to keep around. He plunged two fingers into me, and it added to the stimulation.

  I closed my eyes and let him work me until he had my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. He was close to it, brushing against that button inside me that had me whimpering for more.

  “Stop,” I pressed my hand to his forehead and pushed him away. “If you’re going to do that,” I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and tried to direct him to just what he was missing by inches. He looked surprised, but he didn’t jerk away from what I was trying to show him, “Do you feel that?” Instead of getting offended he slowly nodded. “Tap that,” I instructed. “If you are trying to get a woman to cum that is the magic button,” I tried not to sound patronizing. Not a lot of men could find the elusive G-spot or even knew of its existence.

  Educated, he continued as I told him, his dark eyes on me as he worked. I was elated to learn that he was a quick study. In a matter of minutes I was moaning, somewhere along the line he decided to start back up with the oral stimulation. Only this time he closed his lips around my clit and began to suckle in it. I was wrong, I realized that as I had waves of pleasure crashing into me. It was going to prove to be too much for me to handle in combination with his tongue and fingers.

  My hips rocked, and I cut my fingers through his hair, wishing there was enough to pull. Whatever led me to this point was forgotten in favor of how good it felt. I didn’t care about my rules. When the orgasm finally hit, and I cried out at its intensity, I felt a knot inside loosen. The stress melted away until I was a trembling mess against the wall. The only thing that kept me from sliding to the floor was the way he was wedged between my legs. He tugged his fingers from me and reached up to cup one of my covered breasts. His fingers were sopping wet.

  But, damn, did I need that.

  “I will remember to let a man finish his buildup,” I panted. “Instead of getting impatient.”

  Matt seemed all too content to lap at my tender bits. He only pulled away when it became obvious I wasn’t going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Do you always have to be in control over everything?” His tongue started to make a path up my torso.

  “The men before you have proven that without direction they get lost,” there was no shame in admitting that I wasn’t expecting much from him. “Especially considering your reaction when I asked you about it the other day.”

  “I said,” he paused to mouth at one covered nipple. “That I would gladly bury my face between your thighs until you begged me to stop. Should I go back down?” He raised an eyebrow at me with a smirk, and while I wouldn’t object to him eating me out again, I figured it would be much better to have him in me. The ache was getting to be bothersome. It probably had something to do with the way he was teasing through the last scrap of clothing I had.

  “You’ve already made a mess of my shirt,” he groaned though it was obvious that he didn’t seem to care much.

  “Unless you were intending on soiling all of your garments it's probably in your best interest to remove them,” I smiled at him. “It’s not as if I haven’t seen all of you before.”

  His features twitched, and he got to his feet. Regrettably, he tugged his tie off and then his button-down followed. There wasn’t anything sexy about how he undressed, merely like it was a chore he had to suffer through. Since he had busied himself with it, I slid down to my knees and began to help him along with his belt. I had his pants open, and I was beginning to pull them down around his knees when he stopped me.

  “Getting impatient again?”

  “I wanted to return the favor,” I explained as if it should be obvious. I found his erection and gave him a few strokes through his slacks to prove my point. “There is generally an etiquette to oral sex, if you want it to occur again you return the favor,” honestly I thought it was something that should have been obvious.

  “While I did enjoy the sight of my dick in your mouth,” he pulled me to my feet. “The last time you had fingers where they didn’t belong. I have half a mind to return that favor.”

  “Are you complaining?” I wanted nothing more than to move this forward. I was looking forward to being filled. One orgasm wouldn’t be enough. If I were to walk away from this now, it would only leave me wanting him more.

  “Nope,” he caught my lips in a hungry kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, it wasn’t off-putting like you would assume. There was a tangy sweetness to it, I wasn’t going to pull away in favor for just what his kiss was doing to me. It brought up the build-up once again, it was slow but burned just as good as when he was between my legs.

  As nice as kissing him was, his eagerness and tongue usage was impressive, I wanted more. To make it clear to him, I put my foot on the bundle of cloth that got bunched up around his knees and forced it down the rest of the way. My hands went to his boxers, and I started to stroke him again, I wouldn’t push for what I wanted, but I wasn’t above teasing him until he gave it to me.

  A groan vibrated through me, and he pulled away again. He kicked off his shoes and slacks, standing now in just his boxers. I didn’t hesitate to enjoy the view he provided me, I wanted to touch him, but I refrained. I didn’t want to derail him now. I watched as he walked to where I had left the box of condoms, pulling one out. His boxers followed, and with a deft amount of footwork, he was stripped of his socks.

  It was impressive, instead of finding the humor in it I waited for him to come back to me. He didn’t want me to be the boss. That left me directionless as he seethed his cock in a condom. What did I do from here? Wait for him? That wasn’t me in the least. Irritated, I traded the wall for the bed, sitting down on the corner. I tried to maintain the sex appeal that I came in here with.

  Matt looked back to me, hunger evident in more than just his eyes. When he started to prowl towards me, I knew that whatever idea that I had about being in control was a lie. He put a hand between my breasts for a beat and shoved me back against the bed. All of this was out of my hands, I watched as he picked up my hips and rubbed the head of his cock against my opening. My breath caught, and I clenched the comforter under me into my fists, second thoughts began to assault me as he found my entrance.

&nb
sp; This was a horrible idea. What would happen after this?

  He started to press into me, and I couldn’t help the moan at the feeling of being stretched. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to the invasion. The consideration was something I could appreciate, I wrapped my legs around his hips and rolled forward to encourage him. I didn’t need the gentle lovemaking. I didn’t want him to be slow and considerate.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded, though it came out more like a plea.

  My tone must have spoken something to him because he slammed in the rest of the way, it rocked me further up the bed. There was no more being considerate, he stayed at the edge of the bed and held onto my hips as he began to pound into me. I had to let go of him and just cling to what I could hold onto. His pace was hard and fierce just like I needed it to be. A hand came up and tugged down the cups of my bustier. Now that my breasts were free they bounced with the force he moved, it seemed to harken to the fact that I was steadily losing control of everything. I folded my arms over them so the bounce wouldn’t be so much.

  “No you don’t,” he barked out. He reached forward and grabbed hold of my arms, he forced them over my head. It changed the angle and made him change his pace. “I have been waiting to see these tits,” he growled at me. “I’m gonna enjoy the view.”

  It was like we had had many interactions when in reality it had only been a few, like he knew me. I didn’t realize his want was that much. Was there ever a chance I had against this man?

  I rocked my hips upward and worked to change the angle so that he was rocking into me deeper. When he didn’t object I suspected he enjoyed it, too. The angle had him brushing against all the right things, and I didn’t bother to restrain voicing my appreciation of it. It was to the point that I didn’t even care that he was holding me down.

  I didn’t object until he pulled out then picked me up only to toss me onto my stomach. My hair went everywhere, and I threw a snarl over my shoulder, “What the fuck?” I had been close. I felt it building up in my lower gut, and he picked the wrong time to pull out.

  He knotted his hand in my hair and shoved me back against the bed, “You’re not the boss.” It was a reminder I didn’t need. I tried to push back, but he distracted me by thrusting right back into me. He was still standing at the end of the bed, so he had managed my ass up high enough for him to slide in.

  Any further protest I had was interrupted by the moan that drew out of me. He was back to that hard pace that felt like all I could do was hold on and take it. But it was what I needed, even with him forcing my head down against the bed. He was rocking against me to the point I was crying out each time he hit home.

  When the orgasm came it wasn’t out of nowhere, but it still managed to blind me. It shattered me, even while he kept moving. His angle changed and I felt his chest against my back. A hand brushed the hair from my face, and I didn’t care. I still trembled with each little aftershock that occurred when he connected.

  “Gorgeous,” was groaned in my ear. “And you weren’t gonna let me have this,” he slowed down his thrusts so that the pant he had taken up wasn’t obscuring what he was saying. “You were just gonna walk away,” his hand slapped my hip hard, the sharp pain drawing me out of the bliss that I had been drowning in.

  I gave him a glare and pressed back against him, feeling the throb of his cock. How had he managed to keep hard after all of that? “There’s a reason for my rules,” I didn’t have to explain myself to him.

  “Fuck your rules,” he bit back. He caught my chin and tugged me back so that he could kiss me. His tongue danced against my lips before he spoke again. “You can’t say you didn’t want this, too,” the way he said it was damn near a purr.

  I did. I just didn’t want the consequences that would come from this. I didn’t give him room for more conversation. Instead, I reached between my thighs and cupped his testicles. He stiffened for a beat but kept moving. It wasn’t long before his rhythm began to stutter then he went rigid.

  “You,” he groaned lowly as he began to relax. “You don’t get to walk away.”

  8

  Matt

  I woke up like I was drunk, not hungover. Just sluggish, like I wasn’t quite ready to wake up. But something had caught my attention. It had tugged me out of a dead sleep. I just couldn’t place what it was. I stretched and found that I was in an unfamiliar bed alone.

  That didn’t seem right.

  The night came back to me fresh and I felt my cock, already hard, began to throb. Finally, under some sort of grace of God, Angela had called me. There it was. I was in the bed alone. I pushed myself up, I had been asleep on my stomach. I didn’t see her anywhere.

  Did she fucking ditch me?

  I sat up on the bed and tried my best to not let anger get to me. I’d never done this to a woman, and I hadn’t expected it to happen. It was like taking a punch to the gut. It also didn’t help the fact that I had a hard-on just from the dreamed memory of what had happened. I got up and went to shower. I didn’t consider the time. I just knew I had to clean up, we hadn’t bothered after the night just crawled under the covers and got comfortable.

  When did she leave me? Why? I thought she had a good time, I made the effort to make sure she did. It seemed cold, and it irritated me to no end. I didn’t even bother with my erection. By the time I got out of the shower I spotted the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was nearly ten. I was late for work.

  The day was already fucked, so I took the time to check out and go home. I made an effort to distract myself from how angry I was. I wasn’t going to pick up my phone to call her. I wasn’t going to get hung up on her just because of a night of good sex.

  I should have called in, given myself time to handle the blatant rejection. It would have been smart. Instead, I went to work like it was nothing. I ignored the curious looks I got and worked as if nothing was wrong.

  Damn near the end of the day before someone came to say something. Allen walked into my office like he owned it, on some level he did, but I didn’t feel like he had a right to come in without warning. “You missed a meeting on the Owens malpractice case,” he said by way of greeting. “They have decided to settle.”

  “Good,” I didn’t look up from the file I was pretending to look at. “I’m hoping she’s decided to take the settlement,” if this went to court it's likely she wouldn’t get a dime.

  “I would have had you there for that meeting,” he came to sit in front of me. “But you weren’t here. Didn’t even answer your phone.”

  I had turned it off when I saw her at the bar. To keep temptation at bay, I had left it off. I didn’t want to message her. I didn’t want to think about her. Last night would be just that. I had no reason to see her again.

  I was struggling to keep that thought in my mind.

  “I had overslept and misplaced my phone,” one lie didn’t hurt. “I got here as soon as I could,” I looked up at him and shrugged helplessly. “At least, if Miss Owens accepts the settlement, you turned the apparent loss into a win.”

  “I thought perhaps you could contact her and arrange the meeting,” he raised his brows at me. “That way the win could be yours.” I sat up a little, taken back by this. “I’d also like to take advantage of you by giving you some of the not so serious cases. Depending on how you handle them would show us your capabilities. What do you think?”

  “Does this have anything to do with the dealings we had with Winters?” I had to ask. I didn’t know what she did with him, but I was sure she wasn’t having sex with him.

  “Essentially no,” I watched his expression. If I were a prosecutor, I would call him on his lie. Now I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Right now my only thoughts concerning Angela were to forget her. “But I am indebted to you,” he kept speaking. “Had you not taken that check and spoke to her it's likely I would still be forbidden to see her.”

  Was he obsessed? I didn’t know how to respond, so I just sat there and looked at him. Was this where I would be if I
saw her again?

  “I did note that she charged me twelve fifty for your visit,” he straightened his tie, looking like he wasn’t fishing for information. “What exactly did that visit include?”

  “I believe it's not your business,” I went back to what I had left on my desk when I first got the text from her yesterday. This was another uncomfortable moment where I was faced with the fact that both of us wanted the same woman. The only difference was I was twenty years his junior.

  He made a noise and stood, “It was something I paid for.”

  “If you really would like to find out the details,” I looked up at him, everything I’d felt since the first time Angela spanked me boiled over. “I’d be happy to share them with you. Of course, you might object to me filing sexual harassment charges against you, but I’m sure the other partners would understand after I exposed the fact that you knowingly sent me to a dominatrix then used me again to get back in her good graces.” I propped my elbows up on my desk as I spoke, feeling the irritation from waking up alone take me away. “Perhaps we could include Mrs. Franklin in on it, too. I know you didn’t seem to care the last time I mentioned it, but maybe we should test her and see how she really feels about it. I know Angela probably would be excited to be a part of that, too.” He stared at me in disbelief, like he hadn’t expected this. The only thing keeping me from launching at him and taking my frustrations out on him was the desk that was between us. “Maybe you should ask her?”