by Janae Keyes
“Tay--Taylor, fuck, that feels good,” I hummed, my hand slinking into her hair.
I had a plan for the night, it didn’t involve this, but I wasn’t going to make her stop. I urged her to continue, grasping her head, pulling her closer. Taylor was skilled at the various ways to give me pleasure, and she utilized her skills well.
Blood was rushing down and my mind going fuzzy, if she didn’t stop, I’d come in her dainty mouth, and that hadn’t been the plan at all. Tonight, was about her, leaving her withering in the purest form of elation possible. It was my real birthday gift to her.
I pulled out of Taylor’s mouth, her eyes peering at me confused.
“That’s not, for now, my darling. Get up and lay on the bed,” I instructed her.
“Yes, my Lord,” she said clearly with a hint of seduction that made me want to take her immediately, but I controlled my instincts, it wasn’t time for that yet.
Taylor stood to her feet. She turned her back to me and moved to the bed. She knew the exact way I liked her, on the bed, her hands above her head, waiting and eager. I saw the anticipation floating through her eyes, the wonder that glassed over.
Bending to my toolbox, I clicked the locks open, one by one. Lifting the lid, I took stock of all the tools at my disposal. I had something special in mind for tonight, a little game of sorts. Taylor was excellent at taking direction, but tonight’s game would test her, it was a challenge I knew she’d be up to and would yield fun for the both of us.
I pulled out a couple of items I knew Taylor enjoyed, a riding crop and a flogger. I spotted Taylor peering as I placed the items on the bed, her chest rising up and down at the sight.
Going back into my box, I found some things she hadn’t experienced. I saw the intrigue flash across her eyes at them. Taylor was in for a special night. It was hard to believe that a feisty, strong, and independent woman would give up her control for someone like me. Someone who didn’t have much control over his life, only in business and here my bedroom with Taylor. I relished in what I could control, but I think Taylor knew the secret. Honestly, she held all the control.
After retrieving my last items from my box, I closed the lid and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. My hand resting on Taylor’s thigh, caressing up her already damp inner thigh toward her opening.
“Taylor, we’re going to play a little game tonight,” I informed her.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to touch and pleasure you, but there is a catch, you, my darling cannot move. If you move, you’ll be punished. Is that clear?” I was stern with her. Taylor always reacted to my dominate voice, she twisted her legs, making friction with my fingers.
Sliding my fingers up her slit, they collected her already running juices. I presented my soaked fingers to Taylor’s lips. Her mouth opened as expected and she licked up every bit.
“Now, open your legs and don’t move.”
Taylor spread her legs for me, I leaned over, opening her up, exposing her swollen clit, burning to be touched. Touching her where she wanted, I watched her face. Her eyes shut, she was trying to focus on not moving as I rubbed her gently at first. A hum escaped her lips. She did well until I upped my speed, her legs jerked in reaction.
“Taylor, didn’t I say to not move?” I asked her harshly. She nodded in response. “What happens now?”
“I have to be punished,” she admitted in a whisper, biting down on her lip.
“Turn over,” I instructed.
Seeing Taylor on her hands and knees was the most erotic thing I could think of. Her breasts hanging, her ass in the hair. I’d fuck her like that right away, but she needed her punishment. I’d start with something she enjoyed.
Taking the leather handle of the flogger into my hand, I watched her back arch, already anticipating what was to come. Raising my arm, I swung it down, hearing the sound of the material coming in contact with her behind and the echo of her hiss. It spread a smile across my face.
“Now, back how you were.”
Once again, I was driving Taylor toward orgasm, this time with my tongue. Her breathing was hard and rapid as she worked not to move. I drove her right to the edge, the moment before she spilled over, yet then, I stopped.
I watched her, chest heaving up and down. Disappointment was splattered over her beautiful face. I grinned down at her as I reached to pick up the blindfold I’d pulled out. I slipped it over Taylor’s head and covered her eyes. I wouldn’t allow her to see anything.
“What’s your temperature?” I asked, keeping in tune with her comfort at all times.
“Hot,” she breathed.
I found the next item I knew would be fun for her. Taylor was in for a new experience. She enjoyed the pain that came with rough sex, when I bit and twisted her perky nipples, now they would have a new experience. In my hand, I held nipple clamps.
“Remember, no moving.”
Her chemise was only held together by a single silk bow in front. I took the end of the bow into my grasp and pulled it loose, the fabric falling to her sides and revealing the body I’d come to worship.
I brought my mouth down over one of her sweet peaks, sucking and licking, causing it to harden to my licking. I repeated my actions with her other one, Taylor murmuring below me, my name on her lips.
Taking one clamp, I opened and positioned it on her nipple before allowing it to close. A burning yelp came from Taylor as she hadn’t been expecting it.
“Your temperature?”
“Hot, hot, hot, oh hot!” She was working not to squirm all over the place, I admired her sense of control, but it all broke when I put on the second clamp. Her back arched as she arched, her body shuddering.
“Taylor, turn over,” I said as I reached down and grabbed a length of rope I’d originally taken out.
Taylor turned on her hands and knees and awaited her punishment. I looped the rope into one of the three metal rings on the headboard of my bed. I got it tight before I looked down at Taylor, patiently waiting.
“Lay flat, give me your hands.” She nodded before doing as told.
I took Taylor's soft hands into mine. I worked to tie the silk rope around her wrists. She was to be bound to the bed for the rest. She’d lost a privilege, having her hands free. At finishing my knot, I stood over the bed. My eyes scanned over her every curve, taking in each inch of delectable chocolate that she was, and all for me.
I took possession of the riding crop. Taylor would be receiving her next punishment while bound. I placed the leather on the base of her neck and ran it down. I loved the way her back arched at the dragging of the crop across her skin before, smack, I’d spanked her.
This time, one wasn’t going to be enough. I spanked her three more times, her thanking me each time. For my last, I dropped the crop to the side, caressing her ass with my hand before taking a swat. The echo of my skin on hers reverberated through the room. That feeling was a favorite of mine, giving her a smack with my bare hand, watching the jiggle of her behind before me.
I flipped her back to her back. She was still very much blindfolded, unable to see a thing. I unclamped the nipple clamps, leaving her nipples hard and sensitive to my actions. I grabbed another object, something that would drive her insane, but first, I took a lick at her dripping core.
Taylor’s nectar was sweet. I knew the exact way she tasted when she was going to fall over the edge, and she’d reached peak sweetness. My final object was a feather duster. Gently, I ran the duster over her highly sensitive nipples.
“Mmm,” Taylor hummed.
“Taylor, I’m going to let you move again,” I told her as I ran the duster over her other nipple and sucked her clit between my lips, sending her tumbling over the sweet edge.
I’d never heard Taylor scream the way she had. She’d erupted into the sweet land of pleasure, and her orgasm had taken her prisoner in its hold, a sight beautiful to behold.
As I finished, lapping up her juices, I brought my body over hers, pressing myself against
her entrance. At once, I snatched her blindfold off and entered her. She gasped as I watched her arms yank at the rope, still restrained for me. I grinned, taking my fingers to her nipples, rubbing out the tingling pain she had in them. She’d come again right there, yelping under me as I drove into her.
My eyes shut, a powerful climax building inside me. I cursed myself for forgetting a condom; it was too late now as I gave a final push into her. A strong grumble left my throat as I spilled into her.
I collapsed onto her, my fingers working to untie her. I hadn’t felt anything that intense with anyone ever and neither had Taylor. Her eyes closed, breathing hard. I watched as her beautiful eyes fluttered open. A mix of elation and wonder filled her eyes before a shock of cold it them. I wrapped my arms around her. I knew what she needed.
“I’m here,” I whispered, caring for her as the shock of her experience hit her.
“I know,” she responded, a smile spread across her face.
“Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.”
I held her close and tight as we both drifted to sleep together. Our few days alone would be blissful as this night was. Nothing was going to bring us down or tear us apart. Taylor was the love of my life, and I wouldn’t ever let go.
SEVENTEEN
Taylor
HE HELD ONTO my naked body as tightly as he had when we fell asleep. Our night together had been something out of an erotic romance novel. He’d exercised another level of control that gave me the highest high I could experience. My body still hummed with all he’d given me. I wanted more of it.
There were only a couple days where we could be our most pure with one another before returning to the solitude that was real life. I’d daydreamed plenty of times about not living that life, about being his only. We’d attend parties together, not separately. He’d hold me close and lace his fingers with mine while we socialized with his family.
A tear fell from my eye. I wasn’t the one he presented as his, and yet I continued to let him hold me as his. I gave him control over my body that should be reserved for someone who always claimed me as theirs, yet I loved him so hard when he only loved me in secret.
I wiped my tear on his chest before glancing up at his face. His eyes were watching me. I forced a smile onto my face, though the pain in my heart was so strong. I honestly felt like I belonged with him, though the odds were against me, against us.
“Taylor, what’s wrong?” Nate asked.
“I love you,” I whispered, it was the God honest truth.
He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. He kissed me like I belonged to him, strong and dominate kisses that stole my every sense away from me. It showed me not just how much he needed me, but how much I needed him.
Nate’s body pressed mine to the mattress. He hovered over me, kissing and nipping my lips, kissing down my neck to my collarbone. I spread my legs, feeling him hard, pressed at my opening.
My hands on Nate’s shoulders, I pushed him away, his olive eyes piercing mine.
“Nate,” I whispered as I ran my fingers up and into his soft hair, caressing his scalp. My eyes were already pleading before I opened my mouth.“Make love to me.”
I needed not to say anything else, Nate pulled me closer, his lips claiming mine once again. He told me everything he could ever tell me in his kiss. I knew he loved me more than anything in the world. I knew he’d fight for us with everything he had inside. I knew eventually we’d make it out on the other side despite all the obstacles thrown our way.
From the moment he entered me, our connection was immediate and strong. My legs snaked around him, urging his body closer to mine in an onslaught of raw physical desires. When we made love, Nate and I were the pinnacle of the purest love.
“Nate, please,” I begged as a small fire started in my belly.
I held his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, grinding my hips into his. My eyes closed as I allowed my other senses to take over, I wanted to feel, taste, hear, and smell our love.
“Look at me, my darling,” Nate breathed, my eyes shot open at his words. “God, I love everything about you. Your beautiful eyes.” He placed a kiss on my lids.
“Your perfect nose.” A kiss on my nose.
“Those cheeks that dimple when you smile.” I caught myself smiling as he planted a kiss on each cheek.
“Your naughty mouth.” His lips took mine for a moment before he broke away.
“I love you for everything you are Taylor.”
Tears burned in my eyes. His words told me, we would survive. There was a possible battle ahead, but I wouldn’t fight it with anyone else but Nate. He worked a hand down my curves before sliding it between us, his fingers brushing over my clit.
“Come with me,” he murmured. And at that, we both fell completely apart, our names on one another’s lips.
Nate cradled me in his arms, in the soft coziness of passion’s aftermath. I wouldn’t want to be any other place than with the man who held the key to my fragile heart. In only five months, we’d been up and down together so many times it gave me whiplash, but I’d do it all over again if I had to.
I STEPPED FROM the shower. I pulled my towel around my body and handed Nate his. We’d ended up from the bed to the shower where we’d found ourselves wrapped in one another again. I grinned as he pulled me close, his hands on my hips and lips on my neck.
“Nate, I’d really like some food,” I whined at the feeling of my stomach growling. Nausea struck me. Lately, if I hadn’t eaten, I’d become extremely nauseous. I closed my eyes and groaned.
“Are you okay?” Nate asked right away, turning me to face him and sitting me down on the closed lid of the toilet.
“I’m fine, a little icky feeling, but nothing a little food won’t help,” I told him. He nodded and we both ventured into the bedroom to get dressed.
Downstairs we found a full breakfast waiting and Anne. I gave the old woman a hug and took my seat. I couldn’t wait to dig in. Sara could make a good breakfast, but Anne had the magic touch.
“Everything looks delicious,” I noted as I began to fill my plate with goodness.
“Don’t overstuff yourself, dear,” Anne commented as I took a third sausage onto my plate.
“Good thing I’ve been extra hungry lately,” I said before I dug in. My eyes met Nate’s across the table. I never knew that love could feel that good. I never knew that the love I held for a person could take over every bone in my body, every sense I carried, and command everything about me.
Nate’s cell phone sat on the table. He’d been waiting on news from the Branagan Shipping reps at the Port of Valencia in Spain. Apparently, there had been some issues with the shipment of a major client, Nate had gotten a call right before our shower. I’d calmed him from his near blow up after the phone call.
We ate in peace, chatting with Anne when Nate’s phone began to buzz. A pit fell into my stomach. Nate was already slightly on edge, and this phone call could change everything. He didn’t do well when people were incompetent at their jobs, and today they were at the height of incompetence.
“Nathaniel Branagan,” he answered the call and stood from his spot at the table. “Who the fuck is in charge?” He was growling into the phone before he left Anne and I alone in the dining room.
I looked to Anne, who frowned and shook her head. She knew Nate better than I did and knew how his mood could shift when things were not going how he’d planned. I shrugged, knowing there was a chance I’d have work on my hands to help bring him back into his better mood and the Nate I knew and loved.
“How is the new job?” Anne asked me. A smile spread across my face. I honestly was very happy with job at the Tate. I got to teach small children about the joys of art and work in one of the most prestigious modern art museums in the world. Plus, I still found time to paint and express myself in the one way I could.
“I love every moment of it. It is everything I could have dreamed and more, all thanks to Nate. My life h
as changed so much from the moment he entered it. I’m not just happy in my career, but honestly happy with him. There are still issues, but I don’t want to dwell on them. I honestly know the love Nate and I share can conquer anything,” I joyfully explained to the woman who’d become like a mother to me when I’d spent the summer at the manor.
Anne gave me a large grin before coming to me and throwing her arms around me. I knew she was happy. She’d raised Nate. Nate was one of her children, though she hadn’t birthed him.
“I know he has the best chance in your hands. I’ve prayed for him to find a woman that would accept him. His parents never made anything easy, and when they forced that engagement, I just knew it was his chance to break the chains they’d forced on him, but he’d cowered to them. It broke my heart seeing him break yours.”
“It hurt so bad and it honestly still does, but I know he is the only man who can ever hold my heart,” I confessed.
“When the day comes, when he finally stands up to those parents and lets them know he will be with you. I will be cheering. I cannot wait for the two of you to marry, and have beautiful children.”
“I want that. I want it so bad,” I said. I’d daydreamed of Nate and I together. I saw us sipping champagne together on the back terrace while our children ran around the expansive property. I saw us in the long term, even when the short-term would say it wasn’t possible.
Nate entered the dining room. I could literally see the steam coming from his ears. I knew I’d have to bring him down from his angry high.
Standing, right away I rushed to Nate.
“Baby,” I murmured. Under my touch and my term of endearment, I already felt some of the tensenesses in his muscles relax. It was something for the moment. “I take it that everything isn’t okay.”
“Those fucking idiots,” he growled.
“Nate, Baby.” I ran my hand along his back to keep him from blowing up. I stood on the tips of my bare toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“I’m sorry, my darling. We have to fly back to London. From there I need to head straight to Spain. I’m so sorry.” Nate’s eyes were full of sadness. I knew he didn’t want to end our days alone, but his business was important to know, and I also knew how important it was that he control every aspect possible. “I’d send someone else, but this is one of our top clients. I need to handle this myself.”