by Zara Chase
“Go into the bedroom and lie in the middle of the bed,” he told her.
“Oh, but I thought—”
“You don’t get to think on my watch.”
Chelsea couldn’t believe she’d allowed him to talk to her that way. Any man who’d tried to boss her about in the past had been given his marching orders. But Jack could tell her to hang upside down from a chandelier and right now she was so steamed up that she’d probably attempt it.
“So bossy,” she said, tutting as she turned away and sashayed her way into the bedroom, aware that he was checking out her butt as she went. Let him. She had nothing to feel ashamed about in that department.
He didn’t follow her immediately, which kinda pissed her off. She wanted kisses, the application of his skilled hands to her over-eager body, the feel of his cock pressing against her belly before he plunged it into her—all of the above. Still, briefly recalling why she wanted to see his private domain, at least this gave her a chance to check out the lay of the land. Not that there was much to see. His bedroom was as monastic as his living room—built-in wardrobes, a nightstand and dresser with a hairbrush on it, and absolutely nothing else apart from a bedside lamp. Okay, so she’d tried. Now let’s play, she begged, somehow sensing she wouldn’t be allowed to set the tempo and rush matters along. If she’d learned one thing about Jack Gower, it was that he took his pleasures very seriously. Oh, and he liked to be in charge in the bedroom. Okay, that was two things, neither of which gave her any reason to be suspicious of him.
But Chelsea was suspicious by nature. It came with the territory.
The bed was sinfully comfortable and she sank into the mattress as she lay on top of the covers like a nervous, virginal bride. She closed her eyes, willing him to join her. Willing him to delay so she could enjoy the anticipation indefinitely.
“Raise your arms above your head.”
Her eyes flew open and there he was, standing directly over her in all his glorious male splendor. He moved as stealthily as a cat and she hadn’t heard him approach.
“What are you going to do?”
“Tie your hands to the headboard.”
She blinked. “Why?”
“Haven’t you ever been tied up before, sugar?”
“No. Well, a guy wanted to once but I wouldn’t let him.”
“Will you let me?”
Would she? “I still don’t understand why you want to—”
“Do you trust me, Chelsea?”
“Yes,” she replied without having to think about it. And it was true. Despite her doubts about his activities outside of the bedroom, inside of it he had her complete trust.
“Then let me show you what you’ve been missing.” He twirled something feather-light across her belly, igniting renewed desire deep within her core. “You won’t be sorry and you know I’ll untie you the moment you ask me to, don’t you?”
His soft, hypnotic tone had her nodding before he finished his sentence. The desire to please him overrode every other consideration.
“There’s my good girl.”
He tied something soft around both wrists—it felt like a silk scarf—and then attached the long end to the headboard.
“Comfortable?”
She nodded.
“Answer me, Chelsea. When I ask you a question, I need you to answer with words, just so I can be sure I’m not pushing you too far.” He chuckled. “Unless I have you gagged, of course—”
“Gagged!” Her eyes bugged.
“Gagged,” he said, tapping her thigh, as though chastising her for interrupting him. “And in that situation, we’ll work out another method of communication.”
Holy moly, he made it sound as if they’d be doing it again.
“Yes, I’m comfortable.”
“Good girl. And good girls get a reward.”
He knelt by the side of the bed and played gently with one of her breasts. But the gentleness didn’t endure. He lowered his head, sucked her rock-hard nipple into his mouth, and bit at it hard enough to make her cry out.
“Shush! Control your breathing. Roll with the pain, darlin’, and see what it does for you.”
Before she could respond, he took the same nipple between his teeth and pulled it away from her body until the skin stopped stretching. She opened her mouth to protest, but he covered it with his lips and she lost herself in the intensity of his kiss. The nipple that he’d released in order to kiss her thrummed and tingled, but oddly in a nice way. Jack clearly got off on rough sex. She’d never tried it but all early indications were that it could be rewarding. Might as well carry on. She already knew he was right about one thing. Being deprived of the use of her hands and therefore unable to do much for him meant all the attention would be on her. It was rare, in her limited experience, to meet such an unselfish man and she wasn’t about to complain and pass up the chance.
“Spread your legs as far as they’ll go, angel, and bring your knees up.”
In a trance, Chelsea didn’t hesitate. She felt his hair flopping against her sensitized skin as he lapped and nipped his way down her torso, stopping to give special attention to her most reactive areas. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it. Unable to move from her prone position and see what was going on, she could only assume that the moment had come.
She was wrong. She smelled his addictive citrusy scent as his hair fell across her pussy as he applied his swirling tongue to her labia. She cried out, almost orgasming when he sucked her sweet spot and two fingers found their way into her slick entrance.
“My, my, we are anxious, aren’t we?” he said tauntingly before returning his lips to where she most wanted them to be and sucking a little harder.
She felt more fingers stretching her pussy wide and then—hell no!—surely that wasn’t his entire fist? It hurt because she instinctively tensed against it but if she told him so he’d stop and she didn’t want that, either. She could do this. If it was what he got off on, then that was fine with Chelsea. She remembered what he’d said about controlled breathing being the key. And so she forced herself to take deep, calming breaths and slowly relaxed her muscles. Now wasn’t the time to tell him no one had ever done this to her before, or that she never would have allowed him to if he’d asked beforehand. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t asked. He sensed her relative inexperience and wanted to open her eyes. Hadn’t he promised to show her what she’d been missing?
“Need to stretch you a bit, darlin’, so you can take my cock deep inside that tight sheath of yours.”
Show off!
He reapplied his lips to her cunt, pushed his fist in a little deeper and, so suddenly she barely had time to prepare, Chelsea’s world imploded. She cried out and bucked her hips against his mouth. He sucked harder and she felt a starburst of pleasure spread from her core, so intense it robbed her of all sense of reason. She gave herself over to the halcyon moment, the deeply disturbing thrill that rocked her body and blew her mind.
Breathless and still trembling, she slowly and reluctantly came back to Earth.
“Wow,” she said. “If you can do that with your lips then I can’t wait to see what comes next. I had no idea it could be that intense.”
He grinned at her as he came to rest over her body, taking his weight on his forearms, looking very pleased with himself. His lips were moist with her juices and he kissed her again, briefly, almost chastely.
“You taste sweeter than candy,” he told her. “See. Bet you never tasted yourself before.”
She hadn’t.
“Now then, what are we gonna do with you next?”
Chelsea knew it was a rhetorical question so didn’t bother to give him an answer. Even if she had, she suspected he wouldn’t have listened. Jack Gower played by his own, somewhat bizarre but dizzyingly exciting rules. He pushed her onto her side and ran the tip of his cock down the crack in her backside. She tensed against it, earning herself another sharp rap on the thigh.
“Don’t fight against me, sugar. I haven’
t given you anything other than pleasure yet, have I?”
“No, but—”
“But you’ve never had anal sex and the idea disgusts you?”
Chapter Four
Jack waited for her to reply, anxious to gauge her response. He wasn’t too sure why it mattered to him, or why he’d even gone there. This was supposed to be straightforward vanilla sex, no strings attached. He still didn’t understand why he’d gone all Dom on her and bullied her into undressing when it had been obvious she was embarrassed by the demand. Perhaps because he sensed a sub-in-the-making in this inexperienced, fiercely independent yet oddly vulnerable female. That could explain why he’d broken all his own rules and brought her up to his rooms. Once he got her there, the desire to explore her limits had been irresistible. So far she had passed every little test he’d set for her with flying colors, but then they’d only just gotten started.
“I’ve never had anal sex, it’s true,” she said. “I’ve never even thought about it. Whether the idea disgusts me is another matter.”
“We’ll have to see what we can do to convince you, but not today,” he said softly. “I like an ass virgin. It’s kinda challenging, and trust me, you will take it for me and love every minute of it.”
He reached up to untie the scarf from the bedhead. “On your hands and knees,” he commanded, leaving her wrists fettered.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second. Unused to anything other than instant obedience from his subs, Jack resisted the temptation to chastise her. She wasn’t his sub—yet. Whoa, where had that possibility sprung from? She was only passing through. There wasn’t time to get into all that and yet, now that the idea had lodged in his brain, he was reluctant to chase it away again.
“Ain’t that the prettiest picture you ever did see?” he asked himself aloud, once Chelsea had wriggled into position. “Your lovely ass all mine to do with as I please and those gorgeous tits dangling below you are just begging to be sucked.”
“You said you wouldn’t do that.”
Her voice was muffled by the curtain of hair that had fallen across her face but he could tell she was anxious. He rubbed a hand in slow, seductive sweeps over the globes of her ass and then bent to kiss each one in turn.
“Relax, baby,” he said. “Ain’t no one gonna do anything you don’t want them to.”
Chelsea was just about Jack’s ideal woman. But paradoxically, there was something about her that also rang warning bells. Hell if he could put his finger on what it was—just an attitude, the way he caught her looking at him sometimes, like she was trying to figure him out. Perhaps she was. He believed her when she said she wasn’t into casual sex and she was probably trying to decide why she’d gotten into him so quickly. Right back at ya, darlin’. Some things, Jack decided, were just supposed to be and trying to explain them could drive a man plum crazy.
She wiggled her butt at him as he continued to play with it. Okay, she’d asked for it. He lifted his hand and brought it down lightly over her buttocks. She cried out but more, he suspected, with surprise rather than in pain. The noise of his hand hitting her flesh, as loud as a gunshot in the otherwise quiet room, probably startled her.
“Told you I enjoyed spanking,” he said, repeating the process. “Just relax into it, babe, and wait for the tingling to transmute to pleasure.”
“What did I do to deserve this?” she demanded, sounding curious rather than unhappy.
“Not a damned thing, but it sure as hell gives me pleasure.” He leaned over to gently bite a buttock, at the same time reaching beneath her and pinching a fat nipple. “You want to give me pleasure, don’t you, darlin’?”
“What I want is for you to fuck me.”
Jack chuckled. “Such profanities springing from your sweet English lips.”
“Doesn’t alter what I want.”
“You don’t get to decide what you want.” He administered another sharp rap to her buttocks. “That’s my job.”
“Says who?”
Jack brought his hand down a little harder. “I say.”
“Ouch!”
“Now that didn’t hurt one little bit. Suck it up, darlin’, and let your body tell you what it really needs.”
“I know what it needs.”
“You don’t know shit, but we’ll work on that.”
“Please, Jack!”
His rumbling laugh caused her to jerk her head sideways and peep at him from beneath her hair. She probably wondered what she’d done to make him laugh.
“I could stay here all night, listening to you beg me to fuck you,” he explained.
“That’s just mean.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” He sighed. “Okay, just this once we’ll do things your way.”
Jack leaned across to his nightstand and grabbed a condom from a half-full packet. He rolled it down his length, then settled himself behind his babe, one hand playing with a tit, the other parting her slick folds, just to satisfy himself that no lube was necessary. It wasn’t. She had honey trickling down the insides of her thighs and Jack couldn’t resist bending down and lapping it up. Then he placed his knees on either side of her, slid the head of his cock into her welcoming warmth, and grabbed her hips in a firm grasp. She probably expected it slow and easy but that wasn’t Jack’s way of doing things. With one harsh thrust of his hips he slammed himself into her until he was buried ball-deep in her tight sheath. He closed his eyes as he settled there, allowing her a moment to adjust to the feel of him, thinking life couldn’t get much better than this.
“Jack, I—”
“Shush!” He removed one hand from her hips and tugged on her hair. “You didn’t think you could take it all, did you, sugar? But you’ve absorbed every damned inch of me.” He shook his head. “Greedily little witch! You’re so fucking tight it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Me too. You’re splitting me in two and I love it.”
“Yeah, I got that part.”
He started to move inside of her, setting up a steady yet punishing rhythm. She moved right along with him, her moans becoming increasingly frantic because it was obvious she had no idea how to control her orgasms. If they had more time he would teach her how to…No, don’t go there, he told himself. Let tomorrow take care of itself.
“Oh God, Jack, is this the time to tell you I’ve never had more than one orgasm at a time before?” A thin film of perspiration bathing her body. He’d wash it off later, one glorious inch at a time, glad now of this physical evidence of her total commitment to what they were doing. “I thought all the talk about multiple orgasms was just that. Talk. But I can feel…I’m going to—”
“Yeah, I know you are. We’re gonna have to teach you some self-control. Just so you know, in the future you don’t get to come unless I say you can.”
He worked himself harder and faster into her, deliberately pushing her closer to the orgasm he was forbidding her to have.
“You have got to be joking!”
“I already told you, I never joke about sex. Orgasms are ten times more pleasurable if you hold them back.” He reached forward to tug at a nipple. “Besides, in case you haven’t caught on yet, I call the shots here.”
“I don’t give a fuck who’s in charge,” she said, her voice fracturing along with her body. “But just so you know, I don’t take orders well.”
“Yeah, but you will.” Jack gyrated his hips, striving to sink himself a little deeper, conscious of his cock thickening in direct proportion to her desperation. “Can’t have two bosses in any relationship, darlin’. It never works out.”
Jack was teetering on the edge himself and it was all he could do to hold himself back in the face of her provocative challenge. But she’d just given him a point to prove. She was counting the orgasm he’d sucked out of her as her first. Hell, she shouldn’t do that. It was just a foretaste to warm her up for the main event. Now he’d just have to give her two before he came himself. His pride was at stake.
“That’s
it, Chelsea,” he said encouragingly, releasing her hips with one hand so he could tug her hair again. “There’s my good girl. You just absorb all the cock you need. Feel good, right?”
“It feels indescribable.”
“I’ll take that to mean good,” he said, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, sweat peppering his brow as he pushed her towards the abyss. “Now you just hold back until I say otherwise and we’ll get along just fine.”
“I can’t! You ask too much.” She threw her head back and Jack took a tighter hold on her hair, winding it around his fist. If she felt any pain, she gave no indication. Jack wasn’t surprised. She was in a state of pre-orgasmic anticipation, blood pounding through her brain, pleasure spangling on the edges of her awareness, tantalizingly just out of reach. “Fuck me, Jack!” she yelled, closing the muscles of her vagina around his cock and pushing her hips back to meet him with uncoordinated desperation. “What I’m feeling…I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s like I’m gonna explode.”
And explode she did. The tremors that rocked her body were so severe they ought to have registered on the Richter scale. Her arms trembled as her orgasmic vortex reached its zenith and Jack struggled like he couldn’t remember when not to get caught up in her excitement and lose control himself.
“That’s it, darlin’, take what you need from me.” He rammed himself into her, as hard and deep as he could get. “It’s all yours. Milk my cock, babe, and have yourself a good time.”
“Oh, God!”
She was still trembling but Jack could sense the wave had crested. Time to reignite it. Without giving her any recovery time, he really set to work, talking dirty because he sensed it would turn her right back on again.
“You are a fucking sensation. I could get my rocks off a dozen times a day with you warming my bed. Come on, sweet thing, stay with me. Feel my cock invading your cunt.” He pinched a beaded nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Feel what that does to you. We need to clamp these babies next time.”