I didn’t want to like this strange man with his rough voice and his controlling demeanor, but my body had been wound so tightly all day that the slightest touch from him had me squirming in my seat. I could see nothing from behind the square of cloth covering my eyes, but the rest of my senses were on high alert.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I said, more bravely than I felt. Desperate to maintain some sense of control, even as his hands urged my legs apart slightly, so he could lean in even closer to me. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t to be lifted straight off the ottoman and plopped down onto his lap. He’d lifted me up like I weighed nothing, and then occupied the space I had been seconds before, sitting me down on his lap like I was always meant to be there.
He wrapped his arms around my middle, and resting his chin on my shoulder, he said, “So tell me what you did today.”
He had stubble, I could for sure tell because it scraped delicately across the skin of my shoulder and collarbone. I shivered at the sensation, my nipples tightening and poking out from between the slits in the ridiculous bra I was wearing completely against my will. I fidgeted in my seat, which happened to be a large man’s lap. Much larger than Joshua or Nicholas. No, this man had legs like tree trunks, and he had no problem balancing me there while I squirmed in place. His large heavy hand was splayed out across my stomach, and I felt completely open and exposed as he nuzzled into the side of my neck. “Hmm? What did you do today?”
“Joshua made pasta mama and it was glorious. I feel asleep on the table during Nicholas’s massage. It was nice.”
I heard Nicholas snort at the “nice” comment, but nothing I had said was false. We had a lovely lunch. I definitely fell asleep on the massage table. Other amazing things had happened too, but I was under no obligation to explain them to this man. I was fighting a battle of wills inside of myself. Curious about this man with the whiskey warm voice and his intentions, but reluctant to let go of the last shreds of my control. My stomach somersaulted as I was flipped over on my stomach, across his knees, and I heard more than felt his hand as he brought it down on my bottom once. It stung, but more than that it shocked me, and as I reared back in anger he was already rubbing circles over the hurt, soothing it with his large calloused hand. He dipped his fingers under the lace of that poor excuse for panties and massaged deeply, much like Nicholas had done earlier.
“Did you just spank me?” I shrieked. I was furious. I hated him. I hated myself for the dampness that was spreading between my legs at the feel of his hand on my ass. My temper may have said one thing, but my body couldn’t lie. Damn it.
“You need to learn who is in control here, woman, and it isn’t you. Now that didn’t hurt, and you know it, but if you want to test my patience again I can give you another taste. Unless you like it when I smack your ass,” he chuckled and I felt it reverberate through my body. “And if that’s the case all you have to do is ask nicely and I’ll crack your bottom again.” He threatened, but his hand was still making lazy circles over my rear, his middle finger dipping briefly in between the cheeks with each pass. Not probing, just grazing. Taunting me. He was right. It hadn’t hurt. But that didn’t mean I wanted him to do it again.
Lie.
“Tell me the truth, did the boys put on a show for you?” He asked the question idly, but his hand was moving lower, down past my ass cheeks, coming dangerously close to finding that wet and aching part of me that still wanted to be filled. It was embarrassing, lying face down over this man’s lap. But all I could focus on was the feel of his hand as it –
Crack.
The sting was harder this time, and just like before he immediately started rubbing the hurt away, this time his other hand reached under me to palm my breast. My nipples pebbled under his touch and he rolled one between his finger and thumb, having easy access through the slit in the bra I was wearing. I gasped, breathless with pleasure and surprise pain.
“What do you want from me?” I hated that I sounded like I was begging.
“I want you to let go.” He commanded roughly. He sounded angry, like he was fighting a war. Neither of the boys was saying anything, and that made me nervous. Where they just watching me be humiliated? They had said they wouldn’t let him do anything that I didn’t want him to – they couldn’t think that I wanted this treatment, could they?
“You said,” I had to stop, tears clogged my throat and I had to start over. “You said you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.” My voice cut out and the last part ended in a whisper. Two tiny tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes, and instead of being absorbed by the silk they snuck through the sides of the blindfold and dripped down my cheek. I didn’t want to cry. I was strong, in charge, and this was my fantasy. So why was I feeling so lost?
Someone must have moved then because I heard him bark out a pained ‘no’ and I wondered briefly why he sounded like he was hurting, when large hands gently lifted me back up. I was still on his lap though, and those thick arms wrapped around my middle again his hands rubbing lazy circles on my bare stomach. His scruffy chin nuzzled into my neck as he whispered to me.
“Oh Lizzie, it’s not about what you want right now, it’s about what you need.”
His hands stilled and I gasped. I hadn’t heard a word past the beginning of his sentence. Lizzie. Only one man had ever called me that and gotten away with it. Only one, and there could be no mistaking it this time. I wasn’t hearing things. This wasn’t my over heightened senses tricking me into hearing what I wanted to hear. Believing what I wanted to believe. This was him. He was Blake. I opened my mouth to call him out, reaching up to the blindfold covering my eyes intending to rip it off and confront him but he tightened his arms around my middle and spoke the next words directly into my skin.
“No. Don’t do it. Don’t say it. Don’t break the spell, Lizzie. If you do it will be over, and I’ll have to go. We need to do this. You need to do this.”
Uncertainty bloomed in my stomach but my heart beat double time and my breath was coming faster and faster. Instead of the sides of the ottoman, my fingers gripped his thick thighs, digging in, trying to steady myself, trying to get my mind right. This was Blake. This was him. It was one thing to think it in the recesses of my imagination, it was another thing to know. I could say what I wanted about needing to not be in charge, needing to be taken care of for just one day but this—this was my real fantasy. I’d never said his name in any of the questionnaires, but somehow Wesley had known? It didn’t make sense, I didn’t understand, but Blake was here, in my home. I was sitting on his lap in almost nothing at all, which he clearly enjoyed from the erection pressing against my lower back.
Blake.
Wanted me.
I’d thought him out of my reach but here he was, and suddenly the thought of giving up control didn’t seem like something I should be fighting. If it was him, I could do it. If it was him, I wanted nothing more than to give myself up to whatever he wanted from me.
One of is large rough hands left my stomach and traveled down my thigh, resting on my knee. I couldn’t control the moan that left my throat, nor the way my legs fell open, silently urging him to touch somewhere else. He squeezed the flesh of my leg, the softness of my inner thigh but moved no further to ease the furious ache that had become almost too painful to bear the moment I realized who held me in his arms.
“Please,” I whispered, my head falling back against his shoulder, my body completely open to him. To take—whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed me to give. “Please.” I had no control. I laid it firmly at his feet.
“I think it’s okay now,” I heard Nicholas speak from somewhere off to the side, close to the door. “I think she’ll be fine with him. Joshua, let’s give them some privacy.” Privacy. Yes. Just Blake and me.
Letting him do whatever dirty things he wanted to do to me. I’d enjoyed my day, pushing sexual boundaries and breaking past self-imposed barriers. But Blake – he was di
fferent. I’d imagined him in my bed so many times, never thinking it would actually happen. I didn’t want anyone else to see that, it was special, just for me.
Those arms held me still as first Joshua and then Nicholas kissed me on the forehead and said their goodbyes. A strangely jealous and intimate thing to do, considering they were leaving me with him. I wanted to be sad to see them go, I really did but all I could think was that I wanted the door shut and Blake to have his nasty way with me.
“I left you dinner in the fridge,” Joshua whispered as he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand.
“I left our cards for you,” Nicholas said, “you know, just in case you ever need our particular services again.” The last part ended with a laugh as a throaty rumble shook against my back. Blake didn’t like to think of me with these two. That was why the no penetration rule, and that was why he was growling noises of displeasure now. He was possessive. My fingers dug into his denim thighs. He still had me sitting on his lap, facing the room – but then the door clicked shut for the last time, and we were alone.
Eleven
Blake
I knew as soon as the door closed and those two cocky young upstarts left the apartment that I was in deep shit. I hadn’t planned on her finding out it was me until much later in the evening. After dark actually, so I could throw her sunup to sundown rule right into a burning trash fire. Forget that not lifting a finger shit – this was my fantasy now and I needed her to use all of her fingers, preferably wrapping them around my dick.
But first we were dealing with a little trust issue, and I’ll admit that was my fault considering I hadn’t meant to fuck up and say her name like that. Lizzie. That was my name for her, and I’m the only man that says it – the only person actually. There was no damn way she could mistake my identity after that, and by the way all of the fight immediately left her body, I could only assume she was okay with it.
Well, I don’t want to settle for her being just okay with me. That was the whole point of this exercise, of this entire fucking day—to get her to want something so bad that she actually put forth some effort to get it. I was tired of tiptoeing around our mutual attraction. If she wouldn’t acknowledge that she had feelings for me then I would make her, even if I had to make her uncomfortable in the process.
Still on my lap and facing the room I wrapped my arms around her waist again and kissed the skin over her left shoulder. “Lizzie. There’s nobody here but you and me. What do you want to do?”
Step one. Throw her off guard.
Actually step one was to use those two young guys who clearly could not follow directions to gently coax her into bending a little bit. Get her open to the idea, get her motor running. I didn’t expect them to flush her engine, and the thought of either one of them with their hands or mouths on her made me want to tie their necks together and kick them down a stairway. They were supposed to turn her on, not get her off—that was why we had the no penetration rule. The only one penetrating would be me, Goddammit. I tightened my arms just to make sure she was still there, and I realized she still hadn’t answered my question yet. She was just sitting still as a statue in my lap, trembling a little bit.
Trembling with desire would be okay, but I didn’t want her shaking in fear. I didn’t want to scare her—I wanted to motivate her. I waited long enough for her to come to understand what her body needed—me—but she was too determined to work her perfect round ass into early retirement to pay enough attention to what she really needed. Also me. But I wouldn’t have her afraid. Fuck that.
“Lizzie. Talk to me.” I licked my fingers and slid the wet pad of my thumb down her collarbone and into the lace of that worthless outfit I made her wear. Her nipples were so hard they burst through the material of the scandalous outfit I had prepared for her to wear. I didn’t need to make her wear it—but I wanted her to give up a little bit more of that precious control she kept locked down. I wanted her to do something because I willed it. And now, looking at all of the soft luminous flesh laid bare to me—I was so fucking glad that I did. She arched into my hand, further proof that we were headed in the right direction and her fingers dug even harder into my thighs. I wonder if she even knew that she’d been creeping ever closer to my dick every time she grabbed a fistful of my jeans?
“I don’t know what you want me to say…I just…I really want to look at you.”
“Do you think you can handle that?” The original plan was to keep my identity a secret until she was so worked up she couldn’t see straight anyway but that plan went to hell already so she might as well take it off.
“Am I still not allowed to say your name?” The words were whispered so softly, that if I hadn’t been paying absolute attention to her, I might have missed them. I ran a fingertip down the front of her soaked and useless panties and she grabbed my hand, holding it down, squeezing her legs tight over my fingers to keep them there a little longer.
My greedy little Lizzie. This was what I was looking for. I wanted her to need. I wanted her to want. I wanted her to lust. To know that she is not just a piece of the machine, working for someone else and running herself ragged. She was allowed to want and feel things.
I slid two fingers from my right hand under the small scrap of black satin and into her warmth. She opened her legs to ease my entrance and lifted her hips to invite me further as my left hand crept up to her breast and squeezed hard. Her entire body jerked and my dick leaped in response.
“You can say my name when you are coming all over my dick and not one minute before, Lizzie.” I murmured into her ear as she squirmed, still pinned on my lap. “Can you handle that?”
“I just want to see you. Let me look at you.” She was whimpering now, and the gentleman in me had to help ease her pain. The hand on her breast now moved to the blindfold, but the right hand kept busy sliding over her swollen clit, stopping to tap for a bit, pinching that little nub as she made breathless little sounds of pleasure. Even as I removed the blindfold from her eyes I kept my fingers in her pussy, listening as her breaths came faster and faster. I would make her come before she saw my face for sure.
My dick swelled to painful proportions underneath the curve of her ass as she dug her heels into the floor and pushed back against me, coming apart on my hand. I didn’t know how long I would be able to continue the farce of having iron control. I needed to get inside her. I needed to fuck her. I’d been patient for so long—waiting for her to get over whatever personal hang-ups she had about dating a coworker. I knew she was interested. I could tell by the way she watched me and the way a blush stained her cheeks every time I said something with double meaning. Which I did—often and on purpose. I didn’t realize how tightly wound she was at first. I kept thinking she would come around in time. But she didn’t. And I’d spent long enough jerking off in my fist, waiting for her to get with the program.
It was me who’d first approached Wesley about giving the LBBC card to Elizabeth. It was me who arranged the entire thing with the Little Black Book Club. And as soon as she went to the website and answered all of the questions I knew – she was mine.
And now I was about to have her.
I let her catch her breath, but as soon as I noticed she was coming down from the high of her quick orgasm I took advantage and twisted her around in my lap. Turning her to face me, with her knees straddling my lap I looked into her soft grey eyes, pupils wide and unfocused.
“Hello.” I smiled at her then, my normal, charming, everyday smile. Then I kissed her. Slowly, sweeping my tongue across the inside of her mouth, feeling her open up to me little by little until I felt her tongue reach out and tangle with mine. She was still a little too hesitant for my liking.
“You wouldn’t happen to be a virgin, would you, Lizzie?” That earned me a disgruntled look and a frown.
“No. I just don’t know what I am supposed to be doing right now.” Looking down at my chest, probably so she wouldn’t have to be looking into my eyes anymore, she picked nerv
ously at the buttons of my shirt. “I know the LBBC is all about fantasy, and I did sign up for the program, but I never dreamed they would be able to tell. That they would know…”
This was interesting. Now we were getting somewhere. “What did they know?” I asked, tilting her face back up so she was looking at me again. “Tell me.” I leaned in to kiss her again before moving both hands to the straps of the open cup bra she was wearing, sliding them down her shoulders and peeling the entire thing off until she was completely exposed to me. Her tits were pale but her nipples were a deep rosy pink and thrusting forward fiercely. I cupped the fullness of her breasts in both hands, rubbing my thumbs across her tight buds until she shuddered and leaned into my touch.
“I always wondered what it would feel like if you touched me.” She admitted shyly. Shy. That was uncharacteristic for my Liz. She was normally in command of every situation.
“Do you want to find out what I feel like inside you?” Her pupils dilated while I watched. She most certainly fucking did.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me. This is your chance. Say the words. Don’t just nod or do what you think I want you to do. Tell me what you want.” Please don’t leave me hanging, I thought to myself as I bounced her a little in my lap so I could adjust my dick. She was taking a long time with her reply. Every second of silence a painful, excruciating wait.
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