by JA Huss
“Do you like it rough, Grace?”
She shakes her head.
“No?”
She pulls her face from my cock and the cool air rushes in to replace the heat. “No, Master,” she says in a demure voice I’ve never heard before.
She’s playing along. She’s fucking playing along and this excites me so much, I let out a long breath and grab her harder. She moans and then her fingers go between her legs and start rubbing her clit in small circles. It occurs to me then that we need a safe word. We don’t have one and she’s saying one thing and meaning another. This might get out of hand.
I’ll be careful. I’m not ready to spoil the mood we’ve got going with serious talk, so I ignore that flashing red light and force my cock back into her mouth. She gags and then I yank on her hair, hard, and force her to stand.
“Miss Kinsella,” I say as I push her against the wall and thrust my knee between her legs to make her open up. “You will like it rough by the time I’m done with you, won’t you?” I pull her hair, forcing her chin up and her eyes on me again.
“Yes, Master,” she says.
I turn her around and push her face against the wall. “Listen, little blue bird, you’re mine now. I own you, baby. I will pay for you and you will accept my money without question from now on. Do you understand?” Her naked body stiffens as I press against her back. “Grace,” I growl into her ear. “Say yes or I’ll walk out and leave you breathless and wanting.”
She turns her head so she can get a glimpse of me. I’m pushing her limits. A few seconds ago this was a game and she was somewhat in control, but I’m well on my way to dominating her, and she knows it. She’s not sure it’s right to give in, but she wants to. I know she wants to.
“Yes,” she says, her ass pushing back against my cock.
“Tell me I can fuck you any way I want.”
“Fuck me, Asher. Fuck me any way you want.”
I don’t even bother correcting her use of my last name. In fact, it turns me on. I fist her hair again and pull, making her take a few steps towards the living room until we reach the couch. It faces the window, but it’s dividing up the room with the back facing the apartment entrance. I walk her forward until her thighs come in contact with the cream-colored fabric of the couch, and then I push down on her head until she bends over with a whimper.
I slap her ass so hard she jumps, but I place my hand on the small of her back to keep her in place.
“Do you like the slaps, Grace? Tell me truthfully. On the ass?”
“Yes,” she says as I slap her again.
“On the face?”
She says nothing to this so I lean down and kiss the small of her back. “It’s a heat-of-the-moment slap, Grace. Usually when my cock is in your mouth. Do you like those?”
She shakes her head no and a shiver runs up her body. Like she’s frightened.
I stroke her softly. “OK, I won’t do it. But”—I pull her hair again so she has to look at me—“I like it. And just so you know, I’d never do it hard enough to mark your cheek or make you feel like it was violence. None of this is violence, do you understand that?”
I slip my hand over her round ass, stopping to probe her bud. I expect a squeal of protest, but only get a groan that makes me suck in a breath of air through my teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you, it should all feel good in the end. Unpleasant at times.” I kick her legs open. “Slightly demeaning.” I slap her pussy from behind and make her jump. “But always, always”—I reach around and grab her nipple as I press my chest against her back—“erotic.” I twist it a little and she writhes underneath me, so I let go.
I know this is a lot for one night. It’s almost crossing a line. But unless she tells me to stop, I’m going to keep going.
“You’ve heard stories about me?” I ask her as I push her face into the couch. Her head turns to the side automatically so she can breathe and she nods. “I hate that you’re not using words, the words are half the turn-on for me. But I don’t want to scare you, so I’m going to let it go.”
“I’ve heard stories,” she says, fighting my control with a lift of her chin and giving me what I want at the same time. Grace might be a true submissive, but she will not submit easily because she hates that part of her.
That can be very fun for me. If she wants spankings and nipple clamps, I can certainly abide. “You like ass-play. You like spankings. You like restraints. You like toys.” I smile at that last part. “You know I like toys. Did you enjoy getting off in front of people at the restaurant?”
“No,” she says, surprising me. “I thought it was rude to do that in front of your parents. You were trying to humiliate me.”
“Yes, and?”
Her mouth drops open and she stares at me like I’m an asshole. She tries to stand up, in fact, but my hand is still holding her down at the small of her back. I lean in and kiss her mouth. “I like that,” I whisper. “I like that and I’m not going to apologize for it. Because this is our relationship, Grace. Us. It has nothing to do with them. And if you really hate it, then I won’t do it again. But answer me honestly. Did it turn you on?”
She swallows hard and nods her head. “It did. It was exciting.”
Yes. I knew it. “OK then,” I say, continuing my soft whisper in her ear. “If it excites you, I should be allowed to do it.”
“I don’t want to be caught. I don’t want to be humiliated. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”
“Of course you don’t, dirty bird. That’s the fucking point, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught having a mind-blowing orgasm in front of strangers is what makes it so fun. And really, how bad would it be if people knew I pleasured you? Is that something you’re embarrassed about?”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out with a shrug of her shoulders.
I don’t accept that as an answer, so I remove my hand from her back and pull her up by her hair. She has not said one thing about the hair-pulling, so that’s not going to stop. I yank it to make her move her feet, and then I tug her over to the door and open it.
“What—”
I cover her mouth with my hand and bring her out into the building hallway with me. “Take out my cock,” I instruct her.
She messes with my pants for a second, looking around wildly, and then my cock appears. She licks her lips as she stares at it and it jumps a little in anticipation of what we’re going to do.
I slip my hands around her waist and pull her close. “Grace,” I say softly in her ear as I let go of her hair and begin to stroke it. “Listen to me. None of what I do sexually is about humiliation or control. It’s about excitement. It’s about breathtaking sexual experimentation. It’s about trust.” I cup her face for this part, because she needs to hear it. “I’m speaking softly now because public sex is about not getting caught, even though we might get caught. Do you understand?”
I reach between her legs and drag a finger across her sopping wet crease, then slip inside her. She moans through my hand still covering her mouth, and I almost lose my shit right there. Her hot breath against my hand as I press it against her face. Her panting, her heaving chest, the small sounds that leak out.
“Quiet,” I chastise her in a low voice, even though I love it. I love everything about what we’re doing right now. “I’m going to make you come here in the hallway and you’re going to be quiet. If you’re not quiet”—I point to her neighbor’s door—“someone will come look. And they will see us. And I will not stop what I’m doing. I will finish fucking you right in front of them if it comes to that. So if you don’t want to get caught, remain silent. Because if you make noise, I’m going to assume you want people to watch.”
I check her pussy again and it’s even wetter than before. I smile at her and she smiles back.
“Do you want to be watched, Grace?” I remove my hand so she can speak.
She swallows hard. “Not now, but maybe. Someday.”
I kiss her mouth tenderly. “I’d fucking l
ove to try that with you. I will arrange it. But right now, I’m going to fuck you in the hallway. Do you want me to fuck you in the hallway?”
She bites her lip and looks over my shoulder, her eyes darting about wildly as she tries to make a decision. And then her attention returns to me and she nods. “Yes,” she says, breathlessly.
“Face the wall and place your hands flat against it, above your head,” I command. “Do not move.” She obeys and I’m already pushing my throbbing cock between her legs. “In the ass?”
She gasps and tries to turn around to look at me.
“Kidding,” I say as I ease my dick into her wet folds. I don’t enter her, just rub it against her, bumping up against her clit with each thrust, making her bow her head and stifle her moans of pleasure.
She’s ready to come right now and so am I, so the next thrust forward, my cock slips right inside her. I thrust upwards and she moans loudly.
I cover her mouth and lean into her neck. “That’s the only time I’ll do that, Grace. The next time I’ll assume you want to be seen.”
My motions become faster and harder and with each forward movement, she lets out a little squeak. My hand wraps around her stomach and then drops to find her clit. Her hands stay put on the wall, like she was ordered, but her whole body is writhing, desperately trying to make contact with me in every way possible.
I feel her body tense and I thrust deeper, burying my balls up against her pussy. She bucks her back… and opens her mouth… and screams.
Chapter Eight
#BeMineGoesBothWays
IT takes me a few seconds to realize the primal noise ringing in my ears belongs to me.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
That’s all I can think about as Asher pounds into me. His thick, thrusting cock fills me up over and over again, pressing me against the wall. A whoosh of a door down the stairwell stops my moaning and writhing, and I stiffen. “Someone’s coming.”
But Vaughn’s motions never slow. In fact, he speeds up, his movements becoming punishing, entering me with brutal force and then pulling back so abruptly all I can think about is the emptiness he leaves behind.
Voices now, laughter. And I recognize them. The guy who lives across the hall from me. In fact, now that my needs have been satisfied, I realize I am pressed up against their door.
“Vaughn, they live here! Stop!”
He slows, moving inside me more gently. “Why would I stop? Why would I care if your neighbors see me fucking you? You wanted this, remember? Tell me why I should take you inside.”
“I don’t want them to see me,” I say simply. “Please, I don’t want them to see me.”
He turns me around, lifts my ass up, cupping my cheeks into his hands, and then he holds me close to his chest. “Grab my pants, please.” He says it with a chuckle but I do not see one thing funny about what’s happening. I can hear my neighbors’ feet shuffling up the stairs, and we’re on the third floor, it won’t take them long to get here.
As soon as I have hold of his belt, essentially holding up his pants as his cock stays firmly inside me, he starts walking down the very short hallway and rounds the corner. There’s a laundry unit a little farther down, and for a moment I sigh out a little relief, thinking we will go in there. But he stops, turns me around, and places me against the wall again.
I have a straight-on view of the stairs. “What the fuck are you doing? Go down the hall a little so they can’t see me.”
“Get on your knees.”
“Vaughn!” I plead. They are almost to the top of the stairs. We are so busted. “Please!”
“Suck my cock and I’ll make sure they never see your face.”
I just stare at him.
“Now. And if you bolt inside, our fun ends permanently.” He pushes on my head until my knees bend and I’m at his feet looking up at his beautiful movie-star face. “I want you to suck my cock and I want them to know it’s you because you disobeyed and made noise. But you are still mine, so I do not want them to see you. Now do it.” His voice is low, barely a whisper, but his intent is clear. Begging is not an option. And I can see their heads as they climb the last few steps.
I grab Vaughn’s hard thickness and open my mouth. As soon as my lips cover his head, he moans. The laughing neighbors stop, clearly noticing the sexual act going on at the end of the hallway.
“Uh,” the guy says. “Wow, blow jobs in the hallway? Really?”
I look up at Vaughn’s face and his fingers brush against my lips as he says, “Shhh.” And then his hand leaves my face and he flips the guy off behind him.
“Prick,” the guy’s girlfriend says. “You sick fuck, we should call the police.”
Vaughn responds by crouching down, pulling his slick cock out of my mouth as he descends, and then kisses me on the lips.
The door slams down the hall and he smiles as his tongue thrusts inside me. “Now, continue.” He stands up and guides my face to him once more. I open and he thrusts, filling me up again. This time I take a deep breath through my nose and tip my head back. His hand finds my throat and he feels for the movement of the muscles in my neck as I swallow the pooling saliva and then he’s inside me. Completely. His entire cock is inside my mouth, his large balls tight up against my chin. A few seconds later the warm rush of salty semen gushes down my throat as he tips his head back and growls out, “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes.”
I swallow him. Every bit of him. I’m breathless and elated, and humiliated, and turned the fuck on so bad, I start rubbing my clit and then the release finds me again and I moan out my whole body trembles from the shock of it all.
A few seconds later he pulls me up by my hair. I’m still trying to catch my breath when his lips cover mine like he wants nothing more than to have his mouth on mine, drawing heaving breaths together, celebrating our pleasure with the seal of a kiss.
“Grace,” he says breathlessly, “That was so fucking perfect. You are so fucking perfect. Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me to get us through that.” He grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss that has my head spinning. “Come, on baby. We’re not done yet.”
He tucks his dick back into his pants, and then takes my hand, giving me a small, reassuring smile as we walk back to my apartment. The door is still open, I realize, so any hope of that neighbor not knowing who I am is totally out the window.
“He never saw your face, Grace.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head as he closes the door behind us. And then I look up at him, his expression still so clearly hungry for more. For more playful fun. For me. And then his hand is between my legs, his fingers pushing inside me, so slick with my wetness they slide around.
“You liked it?” he asks, his words so low and soft that I feel another gush between my legs as he plays with me.
I let out a long exhilarating rush of air and nod. And then I laugh. “Jesus. That was…” I look up to him, for guidance maybe. Or reassurance. He nods and in that moment he gives me both. He gives me just what I need.
“Fun? Sexy? Dirty? Hot? Fucking incredible? The way you sucked my cock, Grace… Christ, I want to pull my dick out and come on your face just thinking about it.”
I bite my lip and drop to my knees, my legs open a little, just enough to give him a peek at my swollen and sopping wet clit. I swallow hard and look up at him. “Do it, Mr. Asher. Come on my face.” And then I open my mouth and wait to see what he’ll do.
He only hesitates for a moment, and then he’s unbuckling his pants and pulling out his half-hard cock. He sticks it back inside my mouth and this time I put my hands behind my back and take a deep breath as he begins to face-fuck me. It starts slow and gentle, but he speeds up, almost losing control, his hips thrusting harder and harder.
“Oh, yes. Grace, you have no idea how good you feel. You have no idea.”
He grabs my hair again, but instead of the tight fist, he weaves his fingertips through it and strokes my scalp softly, all the wh
ile whispering comforting things, showering me with pretty words that make me feel special. “Your pussy is so tight, it grips my cock like a fist. Your lips wrap around my cock so perfectly, I never want to take it out. That’s it,” he says, guiding my head to pleasure himself. “Just like that,” he moans as I let him in farther, gagging and choking. And then he throws his head back and withdraws from my mouth. I stay open, looking up at his face. But his eyes are closed and when he comes a second time, he misses my tongue and it squirts on my cheek, then he aims down and the rest of his pleasure spills out across my chest.
He fists my hair one more time, asking me to stand, and I do, still watching his face. I want to see the moment he opens his eyes. But he spins me around and wraps me up in his arms, hugging me tightly, burying his face in a mess of hair, breathing hard on my neck. So hard that it tickles my ear and causes a shiver to race up my body.
An embrace that is something other than sex. Something more than sex. Something I can’t quite recognize, let alone define.
“Come, shower with me,” he says after a few seconds of ragged breathing from both of us. “And then I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
“The box,” he says as he nods to the wrapped package still sitting on my coffee table. “You have to open that box and then I’m taking you somewhere.”
“You are?” I ask, as he leads me down the hallway, searching out the bathroom. I point to the closed door across from my bedroom and he opens it and feels around on the wall for the switch. The fluorescent light takes a moment to flicker and decide if it wants to work, and then flashes on with an intensity that makes me blink.
“Oh, Grace,” Vaughn says. “This is not a bathroom. It’s too small to allow us to fuck. And there’s no tub.” He turns back to look at me and drops my hand so he can loosen his tie and drag it over his head. He reaches over my shoulder, the warmth of his arm pressing against my bare skin, and checks the back of the door, finds a hook, and then hangs it up and goes to work unbuttoning his dress shirt. My eyes are transfixed by his fingers as they nimbly undo each button, starting from the bottom and working his way up.