Restraint

by Alyssa Clark

  It couldn’t stay that way, the need was bound to get too much. The rocking increased as did the noise she made. Breath mingled and hitched, but there was no need to change position. There was no need to fight for who would be on top. I’d never had this with another woman, this feeling and I wasn’t about to ruin it. It was a give and take I could handle until it became not enough. The friction felt good, but I needed more.

  My hips picked up, and I held onto her tighter, I didn’t want to adjust our positioning. It felt too good to have her wrapped around me like this. She tilted back, just a little, so the angle didn’t change much. She gasped out rocking down onto me harder, it wasn’t enough.

  I fell back on the bed, and my hands fell to her hips, it went effortlessly. She adapted, and the pleasure just increased tenfold. Angela huddled down close to me, not riding me like she did the last time we were together. That connection I felt to her was still so strong that I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my arms around her again.

  I had to grit my teeth when the pounding in my cock became too much to bear. I couldn’t go exploding before her. I managed to worm a hand between us, finding her clit so I could pinch it and push her over the edge. Her breath hitched, and her face crumbled, a cry rocked through us and I felt that strangling hold choke me.

  I couldn’t ride this out, there was no stopping. Like I knew before, I couldn’t pull out when this felt too good. I erupted in her with a groan that sounded pained even to me.

  When I come back to myself, I realize I’m still in her. “Fuck,” I grit out. “I tried to warn you.”

  “I’ll handle it in the morning,” she assured me, she didn’t make any attempt to move. “Right now, I think I’ll just take advantage of you like this.”

  I wrapped my arms around her and adjusted the both of us easily until I was resting on her pillows. A little more maneuvering and I had her quilt wrapped around the both of us. “You don’t get to leave in the morning,” I warned her.

  “This is my apartment,” she sounded comfortable. “I’m not going anywhere. So, if anyone shouldn’t be leaving here in the morning it’s you.”

  “If you’re giving me the opportunity to stay here and see how things ride out then you’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me,” I kissed her lightly, feeling exhaustion start to tug at me.

  “This,” she spoke between kisses. “Is about trust. You need to consider how much of a leap you’re making me take by trusting you.”

  That made something in my chest tighten, and I held onto her tighter, “I’ll make sure I don’t do anything stupid with that.”

  “Good, be sure that it stays that way, and I’ll make sure to save the best rewards for you,” she murmured. Her fingers danced against the lines of my throat and I tilted my head back to give her access to it. It felt good. “If only you were more submissive. A collar would look so pretty on you,” she sounded remiss, but not at all disappointed by it.

  “If I were it wouldn’t be as fun,” I hummed. “What fun is there without a challenge?”

  “I guess we’ll see what kind of fun we can have together,” it was a response I couldn’t argue with. All I could do was look forward to it.

  Epilogue

  Angela

  Focusing on other people had put me at a disadvantage that I didn’t think about until now. I didn’t realize just how much I was robbing myself by not having someone to confide in. I didn’t immediately open up to him, but as the months went by and we got to know one another I found myself getting comfortable with him.

  Matt didn’t ask for much. Just time. He didn’t ask questions about what I did in the office, he learned enough on his visits. Or so he said.

  Sex wasn’t something that was on demand. I would catch him giving me an appreciative look, something that made me feel sexy and wanted. I couldn’t resist pulling him into the bedroom to amuse myself with him. He didn’t have any qualms about experimenting, and while he didn’t enjoy being tied up, but there were some nights that he wouldn’t object. As long as I wasn’t violent and I left him in a blind, panting mess.

  I enjoyed doing that. There was a certain feeling of power that came from bringing someone to their peak then beyond it. He might not see it as that, as he was still adamant about me keeping even my fingers from between his cheeks.

  I was finding myself grateful for him.

  “Hey,” I was standing in the doorway of the bedroom in his apartment. It was far larger than mine, he had better priorities than I. The likelihood of him appreciating the new sapphire blue Mischka's was slim. He’d probably wouldn’t see them.

  He looked up at me and gave me a smile that made my stomach do a flip. Since Linda had taken up the reigns of being Allen’s Domme she had him spending less time at work and more time with her. It was evident with the workload that Matt had now, and the less time they spent in my office. Like now, with how he sat on his bed surrounded by file folders and documents that I only glanced at fleetingly. I assumed everything was going well for them. I hoped it was.

  “Hey,” he answered my greeting, his eyes sliding over my form. I could feel them as if he had actively touched me. It made me shiver and I walked closer to him with a purpose. “Nice shoes,” his lips twisted up into a smirk. “You were complaining the other day about Franklin cutting back affecting your shopping habits, do these mean that you have gotten the new client you were considering?”

  “The guy with the trampling fetish?” I asked to verify.

  He grimaced and gave me a look that said he didn’t really understand what I said. “Where the fuck?” He waved a hand then shook his head as he tried to banish the question of it. “Nevermind, I don’t know that I want to know the why someone would want that. Why did you agree to do it?”

  “It’s a once a month thing for only an hour,” I shrugged. “He asked that I wear pretty shoes so who am I to complain? It's nice to have an excuse to wear them. Besides, it’s what I do,” I sat on the edge of his bed as I considered my next question while I played at admiring the way the embezzlements caught the light of his lamp. It was something that Linda had brought up after her last visit to my office, and it had been something I had been considering since.

  If I was in a relationship with him now, I should be able to trust his opinion. Right?

  I turned to look at him, “Can I talk to you seriously about something?”

  He set aside the disposition he had been reading and gave me his full, undivided attention. There was a little bit of curiosity on his face, and a little dread. My choice of words were off but it was too late to change them now. “What is it?” There wasn’t fear in his voice, but I could see the preparation for the worse.

  I smiled at him, hoping to ease his nerves. “Linda suggested that I expand my business. She thinks I should create a club that caters to people that enjoy the not so ordinary. I wanted to know what you think, given that you are of the land of everything Vanilla I wanted to know if you could see the advantages to it.”

  “A sexual fetish club?” His brows drew together, “That’s what you want to expand to?”

  I was delighted by the fact that he understood, “It’s an idea.”

  “A sex club,” he nodded and grimaced. “I don’t have anything against the idea, just the idea of you having sex with other people.”

  I turned to crawl up onto his bed, I prowled up towards him being mindful of his work. “Don’t assume,” I kept my voice low. “That I want anyone else. I’m here with you. I want you even when you’re not tied to the bed.” I could see the discomfort melt from the set of his shoulders, “I imagine you would understand if we weren’t two like-minded individuals. Imagine if I were kneeling at your feet ready to give into your every pleasure,” I could see the steady dilation of his eyes as he listened to every word. “Wouldn’t you want to take advantage of it?”

  “If I didn’t have this case spread out on the bed I would be throwing you down on it to do that, now,” he said with a surety like he thou
ght I would cave into his whim.

  “I want to give you what you want,” I purred as I skated a hand over his thigh. “Just like I want to make a place for others to find what they want. If I could manage it, I’m sure with the right help I could make it very successful.”

  “Where does that leave us?”

  I thought he was on the same page or, maybe, it was me that was confused. “I want you,” I said again. “And no one else in what we’re doing here. My rules for my office would still apply if I were to create this club. I wouldn’t be with anyone else.” I leaned close so I could press a light kiss against his lips, “This, I still want this as long as you do.”

  He nodded, and I hoped he understood, I didn’t want to endanger this while it was still so new. “Figure out the details of what you want out of this club. I’ll do what I can… as a Vanilla,” he gave my lips a light nip. “Maybe we can find something we both like out of this together.”

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