by Lacy Dae
"If you must." With that unfriendly invitation, I crept into the room. I slowly crossed to the bed, my knees shaking and stomach churning. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I made out the hard length of his body, stretched across the bed, and the cold gleam of his dark eyes. He watched me without expression, his arms crossed under his head.
Suddenly shy, I walked to the far side of the bed and timidly slid under the covers. Lying on my side, facing out into the darkness, I was as close to the edge of the mattress as possible. A few minutes ticked past, and nothing happened. I breathed a quiet sigh, both sad and relieved to be ignored. Too soon.
His arm wrapped around my waist, and I yelped as I was yanked across the bed, flat on my back. Heavy hands fell on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed as Miles slid his knee between my legs. That intimate, relentless pressure spreading my thighs instantly thrust me back into the depths of my nightmare. I thrashed, panicking, but his unyielding grip held me captive.
Suddenly terrified, I cried out. "Stop!" A frozen silence followed, and then the hard body on top of me lifted away. I gasped in a relieved breath, curling onto my side and drawing up my knees. The awful trapped sensation faded, and reality returned with a thud. Cold despair swept through me as I realized that I had just freaked out on Miles, rejected him. It was the very last thing I had wanted to do. I choked out a garbled apology, shamed by my panic attack.
A gentle touch brushed against my face, and I raised a shaking hand to press his warm fingers to my cheek. The bed shifted as Miles sat up behind me, keeping a careful distance between us. His free hand brushed back my hair, tousled from my sudden trip across the wide bed. "Sophia..."
I winced as he called me by pseudonym I'd used when we met. The blatant reminder of the artificial nature of our relationship jarred and I released his hand. Miles pretended not to notice, and coolly corrected himself.
"Rachel. Why didn't you go home?" He didn't mention my panic, and I felt absurdly grateful for a moment, before his question sank in.
I'd asked myself that same thing a thousand times, alone in the guest room, but the answer had eluded me. Speaking to this near-stranger somehow made it easier to be honest with myself. I rolled onto my back, releasing my tight protective curl with a sigh.
I spoke without looking at him, glad for the concealing shadows. "I-I don't want it to be over. This...whatever this is." I struggled for words in the face of his silence. "I mean, I barely know you, I realize that. But I want to. I want this to be real." My voice sunk to a whisper, and I looked down as heat rose to my cheeks.
The hand caressing my hair dropped down. His thumb brushed my lower lip as he cupped my chin, gently turning my face towards him. I could just make out the pale oval of his face as he spoke. I held my breath, my heart pounding with hope and fear, a knife-edge of tempestuous emotion.
"I don't know if that's possible, Rachel." My breath rushed out in a sigh, and I blinked back sudden hot tears. His hand tightened around my neck as I tried to pull back. "But I'm willing to try if you are, darling." I stared at him, and his teeth gleamed in a quick smile as he released me.
"Really?" I squeaked, an impossible joy swelling within me. "I mean, I am. Willing to try, that is. I am!" I forced myself to stop babbling as he grinned down at me, pleased to have flustered me. The aching tension that had throbbed through me since our fight faded away, and I relaxed into the soft bed. Sleep beckoned as my exhaustion suddenly hit me, but the chiding finger waggling in front of my eyes halted my yawns.
"Ah, ah, darling! We have a few more things to settle yet." I blinked up at him, and he frowned, lightly tugging my hair. He spoke quietly, but forcefully. "I have specific... desires, darling. Needs, actually. Are you willing to meet them?"
I flushed as the memory of his wicked commands swept through me. My pussy throbbed and my nipples hardened in helpless reflex. Wordless in the raw surge of lust, I pulled his hand down to my breast. He caught the budding peak between his fingers, pinching the tender flesh mercilessly through my t-shirt until I moaned.
"I'll take that for a yes, then." His voice had lowered, husky with desire. Heat flashed through me as he slid forward on the bed, closing the distance between us. He ground his hard cock against my hip, his fingers plucking and teasing my nipples until I squirmed and whimpered. After another moment of the delicious torture, he cleared his throat, sliding his warm hand down to my belly. "Ah, before I get carried away, I would like you to pick a safe word."
The pleasure filling me faded somewhat as I frowned up at him, confused. "A safe word?" My eyes drifted shut as his teasing fingers lifted my shirt, baring my flat stomach. I shuddered as his narrow fingertip dipped into my bellybutton, shooting an odd, almost electrical surge down to my clit. He said something, but I couldn't make out his words through the haze of lust fogging my mind. "What?"
My eyes opened as he reluctantly shifted back, pulling his hands away. "A safe word. It's... well, it's a signal for me to stop, if you don't like what I'm doing." With a strangled groan, he abruptly swung his leg across my body, straddling my hips and thrusting his rigid cock against my belly. "Just pick a damn word, it's not that hard!"
I froze as the weight of his body pressing me into the bed shot icy fear through me. Torn between unreasoning terror and hot lust, I blurted out the first word that came to mind. "Fire." He chuckled and settled his body more firmly against mine, his hard chest flattening me to the bed as his lips closed on my throat. I gasped, my muscles tightening painfully as the dreadfully familiar sense of helplessness plunged me into blind panic once more. "Fire!"
Miles sat up, frowning forbiddingly. "You don't have to test it, I heard you the first time!" His irritated tone intensified my terror, and I shoved at him, thrashing wildly, desperate to escape. Miles lifted himself off of me, his stern expression shifting to worry. "Rachel? Darling, are you alright?" I jerked away from him, scrabbling across the bed. He reached for me and I slapped at his hand, cringing. "Rachel?"
I backed into the headboard, pressing myself against it hard enough to bruise, my feet sliding on the smooth sheets. The cool touch of the wood, so heavy and solid, and the genuine concern in Miles' voice finally dragged me back to reality. The over-whelming terror faded into sickly despair as I realized that I'd lost control. Again. I burst into choked sobs, shaking violently and slumping onto the bed.
Miles leaned over me, probably trying to comfort me, but I flinched away from his looming body. Instantly shifting gears, he settled back against the pillows and gently tugged me up and over until I rested on his chest. I stiffened against him, but he persisted, his warm hands massaging my back until I relaxed, panting for air and fighting down the tears. After a few moments, I found my voice.
"Oh God, Miles, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He rubbed my back more firmly, reassuringly, as I went on. "I can't... when you held me down, I remembered... I'm so sorry." My voice faded and cracked and my shoulders hunched inwards. I felt ashamed at this weakness, for not being able to cope with the violent encounter I'd had earlier that day. I'd volunteered for those two thugs to fuck me, hadn't I? It hadn't been a near-rape, not really, no matter what it had felt like.
Miles shifted us until I was lying fully on top of him, my head tucked under his chin. The solid heat of his body was comforting, and eventually my trembling nerves loosened. I sighed mournfully. His chest vibrated under my cheek as he spoke. "I understand your reaction, darling. I'm not angry with you, and you have nothing to be sorry for." There was a pregnant pause and I pushed myself up to look into his face. "But this is definitely something you're going to have to get over."
Shocked, I sat up, straddling his flat stomach and searching his face. It was full of compassionate, but unyielding, resolve. "W-what? How? I can't just... how can you expect...?" My inarticulate questions died as he raised a finger across my lips. Without thought, my tongue slid out to brush his hushing fingertip, and his dark eyes lit as his breath caught. Simmering heat began to replace the ice that had filled me.
"I think you need to get back on the horse, darling." He shifted under me, and I felt his hard cock nudge against my butt. I flushed, both aroused and infuriated by his presumption. Didn't he see that I couldn't...? His hands on my hips gently stilled my attempt to climb off of him. I glared, slapping my hand against his chest. He rolled his eyes and sighed, the long-suffering sound making me grind my teeth in irritation.
Before I could smack him again, he captured my hand against his firm chest, curling his fingers around mine. "Darling, if you want to be on top, that's fine. But you're not off the hook all together." At my blank look, he clarified. "I believe you agree to meet my needs. And I am clearly..." His cock throbbed against my ass again, sending a surge of wicked heat through me. "...in desperate need here."
Aggravated beyond words, I twisted my hips, trying to loosen his grip. He groaned, firmly shoving me down as his cock thrust at my ass. My rebellious pussy throbbed as his hard length rubbed between my spread cheeks. The twin heats of anger and lust had driven away the fear, and I paused, trying to think through the pleasure as he rocked against me. Perhaps he was right. Maybe, if I was in control, I could push through the trauma I'd suffered.
I looked at him, eyes narrowed and biting my lip, and his hands tightened on my hips. Reaching down, I delicately pulled on his fingers, until he obediently lifted his hands. "You'll really let me be in charge?" I held my breath as his brows narrowed, a trickle of fear shivering down my spine. Holding my gaze, he finally nodded, an abrupt jerk of his chin. It was obviously going against the grain, but he seemed sincere.
I had to test this new power. I lifted his hands upwards, over his head, pressing his wrists into the pillows as I leaned into him. The fabric of my t-shirt fell forward, over his face, and he grumbled a sour complaint. Giggling, I released him and sat up. His hands stayed where I'd placed them and I nodded in approval at his obedience. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. His hot gaze dropped to my bared breasts, and I felt my nipples harden in response.
I lifted my hands to my tits, squeezing the soft mounds and pinching my pebbled nipples. His lips parted, and he groaned as I slid my knees up to straddle his belly. I leaned forward, and brushed my breast against his mouth, gasping as he caught its flushed peak between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth rippled pleasure through me. I rocked my hips in time with his flicking tongue, rubbing my dampening panties against his flat belly.
He groaned, the muffled sound vibrating against my skin, and I ground my pussy against him again. In retaliation for that erotic taunt, he caught my nipple between his teeth, and it was my turn to moan as he lightly nipped at me, the tantalizing flashes of pain merging with the lush pleasure. The mingled sensations became over-whelming, and I leaned to the side, brushing my neglected tit against his cheek until he caught and tormented the other nipple. I shuddered against him, holding myself up on my hands and knees as the surging pleasure coiled deep in my belly.
"Enough!" Panting, I pulled away, shifting back onto my knees. He protested wordlessly, his teeth catching and stretching my nipple until I yelped. At the pained sound, he reluctantly freed me, and I glared down at him. "Knock that off! I'm in charge here!" I held his gaze until he looked away, charmingly pouty.
To punish this misbehavior, I slid down his body, brushing my pussy against his rigid cock. He groaned, but remained absolutely still, as I swung my hips teasingly back and forth, lightly caressing the hard length of his dick with the wet heat of my twat. After a few moments of this torture, he broke and raised his hips, pressing his cock harder against me. I smirked in satisfaction and he groaned as I raised myself onto my knees, out of his reach. As I settled back onto my heels, his hard cock jerked in front of me, twitching with frustration.
A milky drop had collected in the narrow slot at its tip, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste it. I leaned forward cautiously, keeping my eyes on his face, and flicked my tongue across the swollen head of his dick. He gasped at the hot touch, but his hands didn't move from the pillows and I murmured in satisfaction. Reassured, I explored his cock with my tongue, delighting in the soft warmth of his skin.
I was bent over too tightly, so after a moment, I moved further down his body, onto his legs. My throbbing pussy ached to be touched, and I forced my knee between his legs, parting them until I could sink down onto his hard thigh. I leaned forward, gasping as I pressed my swollen clit against him. His muscles tightened under me, and I rocked faster, each grinding motion spiking pulses of pleasure through me.
His hard cock bobbed in front of my face, eager for more attention. I leaned forward, and brushed my lips down its velvet length. He moaned and jerked when I discovered a special spot on the under-side, just where the head met the shaft. Encouraged, I pressed my tongue against it, sucking gently as he shuddered. I opened my mouth wider, and pressed the head of his cock between my lips. He murmured encouragement. "Oh God, yes, just like that."
I bobbed my head, sinking down on his hard shaft until the swollen head brushed the back of my throat. The foreign sensation vividly brought to mind the attack I'd suffered, and I choked, gasping. I pulled off his cock, suddenly shaking with the remembered terror. Holding my breath, I struggled for control, reminding myself that this was nothing like that horrid experience, nothing at all. I forced myself to look up at Miles, the powerful man submitting to my control, helpless to resist me. It was a heady sensation, and I shivered as my pussy throbbed in response, the heat driving out the fear.
Miles waited patiently, and then groaned appreciatively when I wrapped my lips around his cock once more. His hips twitched, and I matched the rhythm he set, rocking on his thigh in time with my mouth sliding along his cock. The flickering pressure against my swollen clit sent surges of pleasure through me, and I moaned around his cock as the tension in my belly tightened. Fiery pleasure blanked out my mind and my toes curled in the sheets, as I ground my pussy against him more roughly, desperate for release.
As I shoved my hot pussy against his leg, he shuddered under me, thrusting his hips upwards faster and faster. Impossibly, his cock grew larger and harder, and I wrapped my hand around its base, sliding my fist up and down just below my wet mouth. He cried out hoarsely and then fell silent, holding his breath as his muscles tightened between my legs.
An odd, salty taste grew in my mouth, and I swallowed hard, as I slid even faster up and down his throbbing dick. The straining thigh between my legs quivered, and then went rigid as Miles' back arched, lifting him from the pillows. He bellowed hoarsely as his cock twitched in my mouth, his whole body jerking in time with its convulsions. The thick stream of his cum shot into my throat and I swallowed hard again and again as he shook with the force of his orgasm.
Then it was over, and he slumped down into the pillows, panting. I lifted my head, reluctantly releasing his still-hard cock. It had been deeply arousing to have such power over him, and my panties were drenched with frustrated desire. Suggestively, I ground myself against his leg, and he chuckled weakly, still breathless with the afterglow.
"Well done, darling." He looked upwards pointedly, and I saw that his hands were still in the position I'd dictated. "With your permission...?" He quirked a sardonic eyebrow. Teasingly, I stayed silent, and his eyes narrowed ominously. His leg lifted between mine, and I gasped at the surge of pleasure as his thigh brushed my throbbing pussy. "Or would you rather not have my assistance?"
I laughed giddily, still tingling with the rush of dominating him, of forcing pleasure onto my commanding lover. "Alright, you can move your hands now." Cautiously, he lowered his arms, shrugging his broad shoulders to loosen the tight muscles.
"Why don't you lie down, darling? I need to fetch a few items." Dreamily, I obeyed, settling against the mound of pillows and closing my eyes. My fingers drifted down, sliding under the edge of my panties until I caught my clit between two fingertips. The hard nub felt hot and slick, and my muscles tensed as my clever fingers went to work. The winding tension in my belly had faded away, bu
t quickly rebuilt as I pinched and teased my sensitive, swollen clit.
A sharp smack against my wrist made my eyes pop open. "Have a little self-control, darling!" Pouting, I linked my hands across my belly. Miles arched a suggestive eyebrow, and flicked his gaze upwards. My pout deepened even as I raised my hands over my head, sinking my wrists into the pillows. Turn-about was fair play, it seemed. He nodded, satisfied at my apparent submission. As he turned away, I pressed my thighs tightly together, slightly twisting my hips. Maybe I didn't need my hands... My eyes drifted shut once more.
The sudden stinging slap against my belly made me yelp. Miles frowned down at me. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Rachel." He leaned over me, his arms coming down on either side and trapping me. I held my breath, waiting for the terror I'd felt earlier to return, the despairing helplessness. But to my utter relief, only warm trust filled me. I grinned up at the scowling man. He wasn't impressed, and his frown deepened even as I fought down giggles.
"I'm quite serious. Don't you dare cum until I tell you too, Rachel. The consequences will be severe." Obediently, I tried to look scared. He wasn't fooled. He shook his head at me in mock disgust, and then turned away. My curiosity stirred as I watched him move around the room.
Dawn had broken during our encounter, and a hazy light filled the formerly darkened space. It matched my mood beautifully, and I nearly laughed out loud, bubbling with happiness. Miles was opening drawers in the heavy wardrobe, apparently inspecting and discarding unrecognizable items. My jaw dropped as he pulled disturbing lashes and ropes out, clearly bondage toys. Was that a gag? With a satisfied grunt, he finally pulled free a few long, silky scarves and something long and shiny, which he quickly wrapped up in the fabric.
The warm tingle had faded into somewhat more sane worry as he walked back towards me, but I couldn't help admiring his naked form. His hard cock bobbed with each step, still eager for my body, and lean muscles rippled in his arms and legs. He was utterly unashamed of his nudity, confident and assured, and my pussy throbbed in renewed need.