by Mari Carr
She started to move her hand toward her pussy, her eyes closing automatically. Maybe if she tried to forget he was there…
The mattress shifted and she opened her eyelids to find Caliph leaning over her. He lifted her head to place a pillow beneath it.
“Keep your eyes open and on my face. Don’t look away.”
Her jaw tensed. Damn man stripped all her defenses away. She scowled, but remained silent. He’d taken away her right to speak, but he’d also revealed his ability to read her expressions. She’d use that to her advantage.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you want to test me, Jen?”
The question was laced with just enough sensual threat to send even more juices to her pussy. Maybe he should have left the drop cloth on the bed. If he kept playing with her like this, she’d drown them both in her arousal.
She smoothed out her features, aiming for a repentant look. She wasn’t sure she’d pulled it off, but her contrition must have been enough because Caliph moved away, standing at the edge of the bed once more. His cock was hard as a rock, looking almost painful. He hadn’t bothered to remove the condom. How could he deny himself something he so obviously needed?
“Time to stop stalling. Touch yourself. I want to see how you make yourself come.”
She frowned again, but this time her response wasn’t based on annoyance. She was worried. The truth was she’d never brought herself to climax with just her hands. Jennifer was the proud owner of an array of toys—sex aides she needed to provoke the response he was demanding now.
He crossed his arms, letting his impatience show.
Jennifer forced her gaze to remain on his face as she lightly stroked her clit. The touch was more powerful than she’d expected and she jerked slightly, shocked by the impact.
“Shit,” she muttered, quickly pressing her lips together and hoping he hadn’t heard her slip-up.
Of course, he had.
Caliph reached beneath her, gripping her ass in his large hands. It was still sore from his previous punishment, but he didn’t let that stop him. He squeezed, adding pressure until she winced.
“That’s the last reminder you’re going to get, Jen. No talking. Period. Next time you say something without permission, I’m getting out my belt.”
She blinked rapidly. He wouldn’t dare. Would he?
Yeah. Part of her was fairly certain that was exactly what he’d do. She pursed her lips tightly, not willing to push him further.
He released her ass, then gestured for her to continue. She ran her fingers over her clit again, building up the speed and pressure quickly. While she’d come earlier, that orgasm was a distant memory now. It certainly hadn’t done much to douse the desires still coursing through her veins.
Unfortunately, too many things were working against her. She couldn’t relax with Caliph watching. She couldn’t stop thinking—about every stupid freaking thing. Was this turning him on? Did her stomach look fat in this position? How bad did her hair look? Every insecurity pushed its way to the forefront until she became numb to her actions.
God, how long would he make her try before he realized she simply couldn’t come this way? Her fingers weren’t enough to push her over the edge, especially not with an audience.
After a few moments, Caliph’s hand landed on hers, halting her motions.
Finally.
She started to lower her legs, but he shook his head.
“You ready to take this seriously?”
She frowned. “What do you—” She paused. Did that count as a question he wanted answered?
He lifted one eyebrow and waited for her to respond. “Well?”
“What do you mean?”
“What were you thinking about just now, Jen?”
She blushed, unwilling to tell him for fear he’d realized how close to unhinged she really was.
“Were you thinking about me? About giving me what I’d asked for? Something I wanted?”
She licked her lips. Shit. She hadn’t been thinking about him at all. Not really. She’d been more concerned with her own hang-ups. Her own reasons why she couldn’t do what he’d requested.
She shook her head. “No.”
His fingers tightened. Her hand was still pressed to her clit but his strong grip prevented her from withdrawing it. “Why not?”
Caliph kept forcing her to expose herself. She’d expected tonight to just be about sex, a brief foray into BDSM. She hadn’t anticipated sharing more than her body. That much she’d been ready to give.
The rest?
Not so much.
“Caliph…” Her words dried up. “I’m sorry.”
Her apology seemed to anger him and while she’d witnessed several of his stern looks, she’d never seen him truly angry. “Don’t. Don’t say that to me. I’m not your ex. I don’t look at you and see flaws. Jesus. Stop worrying about stuff that doesn’t matter and start concentrating on what’s right.”
As he spoke, he began to push her fingers against her clit once more. “This is right, Jen. What’s going on between us is good. Hell, it’s better than good, it’s off-the-charts, fucking amazing.”
He took control of her hand, molding it as if it was made of clay and he was sculpting a sex toy for her. He grasped two of her fingers, pressing them inside her pussy. She was overwhelmed by the heat, the moisture, the tight clenching and the sparks.
Oh my God.
It was electric.
Caliph determined the depth, the speed. “Add another finger.”
She reacted without thought. Instead, she let him be her guide. His eyes never left hers and she let herself see—really see—what he felt. Something hard and cold melted inside her. The depression she’d allowed to fester and grow faded away.
He thought she was beautiful.
This is right, he’d said, and for the first time she let herself acknowledge that fact. Accept it.
He slowly released her hand, but she didn’t hesitate, didn’t give up the incredible rhythm he’d introduced. She thrust her fingers deeper as she added her thumb to the dance. Once, twice she drew it along her clit, fighting to keep her eyes open and on his. He wasn’t hiding from her and she wanted to offer him the same. The pressure built, her hand moving on autopilot as she gave free reign to every astounding sensation.
Nothing mattered but this place, this moment. This man.
He wanted to see her come and it was a gift she was dying to give him.
She thrust one last time and flew away. Her back arched as she cried out loudly. She sensed Caliph moving, felt the bed dip. She was in the midst of her climax when his strong arms spread her legs farther apart. She screamed as he pushed his cock inside her, the powerful force, the beauty of being filled by him drove her to come again. Or was this still the original orgasm?
All she knew was she never wanted it to end.
Caliph didn’t take her gently. His hard thrusts offered no reprieve, no time for rest or recovery.
She reached up, grasping his upper arms, needing to touch him. When that contact proved too little, she tried to pull him closer.
He dropped down to his elbows, his forearms lying next to her sides, his firm hands gripping her shoulders to hold her still.
Her ability to think deserted her as Jennifer gave herself over to the tactile, the emotions. She wanted to kiss him, so she did.
Caliph missed a beat when she clasped his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers. Then he took over, his tongue mimicking the motions of his cock. He was claiming every part of her and she was glad to put the reins in his hands. The past year had been exhausting.
Now, tonight, Caliph was bearing the heavy load. It was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever done for her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her hips higher, encouraging him to go deeper. He took the invitation.
Sweat slid along her brow as the temperature in the room increased.
Caliph released her lips, his breathing hot and heavy
against her cheek. “Come with me, Jen.”
She didn’t have the strength to tell him she was already there. Her body stiffened as her orgasm crashed through her once more.
Caliph lowered his head to her shoulder, groaning. His motions slowed as he thrust inside her as deeply as he could go before holding there, his body jerking with his own climax.
Neither of them moved for several minutes. Caliph simply held himself above her as they slowly drifted back to earth.
Then, he pushed himself to her side, removing the condom and tossing it into a trashcan before tugging until her back was pressed against his chest, spoon-fashion.
His arm loosely wrapped around her, his hand covering one of her breasts in a way that was nothing less than familiar, possessive. Lovely.
She was the first to break the silence, not based on nerves—though she wasn’t foolish enough to think they wouldn’t return—but because she was riding a high. Giddy.
“You okay back there?”
He chuckled softly. “I think so. That was one hell of a ride, Jen.”
She grinned, pleased by the gruff sound of his voice. It betrayed how exhausted he was. She liked the idea of wearing him out. That had certainly never happened before with any other man.
“It was incredible. I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced anything like that. I mean I’ve read lots of books about BDSM, but damn, there’s a huge difference between imagining and doing. I didn’t realize how intense it was going to be. I guess you’re used to this sort of thing, but I have to admit…I didn’t have a clue sex could be so, so…” She sighed. “I don’t think anyone’s invented a word to describe what I just felt.”
Caliph placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Maybe we should think of one. Or we could just forget the vocabulary and do it all over again.”
She laughed, twisting until she faced him. Despite his height and sheer muscle mass, their bodies fit. Perfectly. “Again? Really?” She ran her hand along his flaccid cock, surprised when it stirred and began to thicken. Caliph’s stamina was off the charts. Her nipples budded in response.
Caliph noticed. He bent his head, sucking one of the tight buds into his mouth roughly. She groaned, silently hoping he’d repeat the action on the other nipple.
“Again,” Caliph said. “Again and again.”
Jennifer grinned, then she gasped.
Then she learned the true meaning of again.
All night long.
Chapter Six
Caliph felt the heat of the sun on his bare skin, but didn’t bother to open his eyes to acknowledge it was morning. He tightened his hold on Jennifer instead, enjoying the feeling of her hair tickling his chin, her hot breath caressing his chest. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have sleepovers with lovers. Morning sex was one of his favorite things.
His lips tipped upward, the grin emerging as he recalled the previous night. Jennifer had been more than a pleasant surprise. She’d actually blown his misconceptions about her conservative nature out of the water. It seemed amazing to him that he’d considered—even for one second—that she was too innocent to accept his desires.
One night in and he began to wonder if he’d be able to keep up with her. He had thrown her into the deep end right out of the gate and while she’d struggled a bit to adapt, in the end, she’d taken to his demands, his darker desires, as if she’d been part of the lifestyle forever.
He’d invited her to stay for the weekend and he hoped she’d take him up on that offer.
Unfortunately, the morning-after glow he was experiencing clearly wasn’t present for Jennifer.
“I think maybe I should head home,” she said softly.
Caliph shook his head. “Nope.”
He didn’t bother to open his eyes. Even so, he could feel her smile against his chest. “Caliph—”
She intended to argue, but he wasn’t in the mood to listen. He tilted her face up to his with his fingers. “I want the whole weekend, Jen. I’m not ready to let this go yet. There’s still so much for us to explore. Besides, your car is parked at Midnight Ink, so you don’t have any way to leave.”
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead when she scowled at him.
“So basically I’m your prisoner?” Her tone told him exactly how much she didn’t mind that.
“Yep. You’re all mine for the rest of the day and tonight. Maybe tomorrow too. I’ll have to see how my cock is holding up by then.”
She laughed. “So does this kidnapping come complete with bondage? Because I fully intend to be a very naughty captive.”
Jesus. He’d thought he’d woken up with a hard-on, but her sexy taunt proved him wrong. His cock thickened even more. He rolled forward, climbing over Jennifer until she was caged beneath him. Grasping her wrists, he pulled her hands above her head, keeping a firm grip on them, letting her feel what it would mean to be helpless, at his mercy. “You sure you want me to tie you up?”
He’d paused several times last night, giving her a chance to adjust to his demands and to use her safe word if necessary. She’d never uttered it. Never given any indication she wanted to. Those kid gloves came off today.
Jennifer’s breathing accelerated, her generous breasts rising and falling, almost distracting him from his question.
He pressed her hands against the pillow harder. “Answer me.”
She nodded instantly. He’d noticed her responses came quicker the more demanding he became.
“Say it out loud.”
“Yes.” Her reply was a whisper, betraying exactly how much she wanted what he was offering. He didn’t hesitate. Instead, he reached above her, searching for the straps already secured to the headboard. She gave him that same amused smile she’d offered last night when she discovered he had straps attached to his foot posts.
“Were you ever a Boy Scout?”
He got her joke instantly. “Nope, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to prepare for the really important events.”
Her grin faded when he tied the first hand, tightening it until she couldn’t move her arm at all. Last night, he’d left the bonds on her ankles relatively loose, introducing her to the sensation.
He didn’t feel the need to do that again. Caliph wanted to push her further. Holding on to her free hand, he attached it as well until both wrists were bound directly above her head.
Caliph rose from the bed, walking to the foot of the mattress. Reaching forward, he grasped her ankles, tugging her entire body lower on the bed until her arms were stretched to the max. Then he hooked her ankles to the corner posts, leaving her legs open to him.
He admired his work as Jennifer flushed slightly. How many times would she blush before she became comfortable with his scrutiny?
She had definitely learned many of last night’s lessons well. Rather than try to look away or hide from him, her gaze remained steadily on his while he studied her body. He’d decorated her skin with a different sort of art last night. Her lips were puffy and red from his kisses and there were several love bites around her neck and on her breasts. There were some small bruises on her thighs, left there when he’d held her open, fucking her roughly. He knelt between her outstretched legs and ran his fingers over them.
Jen lifted her head, watching. “They don’t hurt.”
He captured her gaze as he moved his hand higher. Using the tip of one finger, he ran it along her slit, studying her face for a reaction. She was wet, ready for him. He was quickly becoming spoiled by her continual arousal. Nothing he did seemed to faze her, scare her. It was as if he’d molded his dream lover from clay and some magic had brought Jennifer to life and to his bed.
“Sore?”
As always, he was treated to her complete honesty. “A little. But I don’t care.”
He gave her a crooked grin. “I do.”
She frowned. “You aren’t going to stop, are you?”
He shook his head. “I probably should, but I can’t. I’m too greedy when it comes to you.”
She
smiled. “Good. Now…will you please hurry up? I think I might be dying of horniness.”
Caliph had never let any of his previous lovers—the submissive ones—speak to him so cheekily, but he loved her humor, her shy demands. This felt a lot less like a scene and more like a relationship.
As soon as the word crossed his mind, he realized the truth of it. He’d entered this bedroom with Jen, intent on exposing her wild side and introducing her to BDSM. And, of course, in return, he’d get to spend a sex-filled night with a hot woman.
Somewhere along the line, the desire to simply get laid had morphed into something more. Something better. Unexpected.
And not entirely wanted.
While he wasn’t opposed to long-term relationships, he’d always preferred an unencumbered life. One where he didn’t have to answer to anyone.
“Caliph?”
Shit. He’d gone quiet too long. Time to snap out of it. Get this weekend back on course. He lifted his hand and slapped the inside of Jennifer’s thigh.
She gasped.
“I need to explain the concept of topping from the bottom to you.”
Jennifer bit her lip guiltily. “No, you don’t. I’ve read about that in my dirty books. I know what it is.”
Caliph slapped the other thigh, adding more bite, knowing exactly how to make it sting. “And yet you keep doing it.”
“I can’t help it.” Her eyes darkened with lust. He’d noticed last night that her body responded as much to pain as to pleasure. Then she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. “Make me remember.”
He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm as the Dom inside him emerged fully. God, she was a flirty little thing, every word she spoke provocative. Challenging.
“I’m going to gag you.”
Jennifer exhaled sharply and started to speak.
“No. No talking, Jen. Hold up two fingers on your left hand.”
She obeyed instantly.
“That’s your safe word while the gag is in. If you want me to stop, hold up those two fingers. Understand?”
She nodded.
He walked to the corner of his bedroom, grabbing a bag. After Jennifer left Midnight Ink on Tuesday, he’d gone to the sex shop over his lunch break and picked up a few items. As the week passed, he’d returned to the store two more times as he fantasized even more ways he wanted to take her. He’d acquired quite a kinky collection and he was looking forward to using every single toy on her.