Wild Rush: A Bad Boy Romance

by Sophie Brooks

  “Ready?”

  “Ready, Sir.”

  Justin kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, balancing on his hands and knees. I was a little disappointed that he hadn’t taken off his clothes. It’d been over a week since I’d seen his hot, hard body, but there was some appeal to this, too. Him being clothed and moving freely, me being naked and bound, it truly emphasized the power difference between us. It was exhilarating.

  He swung his leg over me, straddling me. Leaning in, he zeroed in on the side of my neck, nuzzling me with his nose, breathing warm air over my exposed skin. That always felt good, but it was amplified by being tied up.

  Warm hands descended on my nipples, tweaking, teasing, and tugging. His touch wasn’t super hard, but it definitely wasn’t gentle, either. I was glad. After our problems as of late, I was afraid he’d be inclined to treat me with kid gloves, which was not how I wanted to be treated.

  As if reading my mind, he lowered his head, and his warm, wet mouth descended on my left nipple. This time, he used his teeth lightly on my sensitive nub, making sure it reached its full extension.

  He moved to my right nipple, and I moaned against him, arching my back and pushing my breast into his mouth. Squirming, I used what little room I had to maneuver to try to push his head farther down my body.

  “Be good. Good girls get rewarded,” he said. As if to preview the advantages of being obedient, he plunged his hands into my hair, rubbing my scalp, my temples, my neck. It felt heavenly.

  Several long minutes later, as I was about to melt into a warm, contented pile of bliss, he finished the massage, smoothing my hair back into place. He climbed off me and went over to his dresser, returning with a tray covered by a black cloth.

  “These are for you.”

  “What are they?” I said, twisting my head, but all I could see was the cloth over several small, lumpy objects.

  “They’re tricks… and treats. One’s something you’ll like. One’s something you might not. And the other is something that could go either way, depending on how it’s used. They’re labeled one, two, and three. Pick which number you want.”

  Oooh! That was a wicked game to play. I stared hard at the tray, but I couldn’t guess what any of the objects were. And even if I could, I wouldn’t know which numbers were assigned to them. I suddenly flashed back on his conversation that first time I’d tied myself up for him about mindfucks. This seemed like something similar.

  Nothing to do but to choose. “Two,” I said.

  Justin’s face spread into a slow grin, and I panicked. “No, three! Wait—one!”

  “Give me your final answer. Right now.”

  “Two,” I said, hoping it was the thing he thought I’d like.

  “Two it is. Just remember, this was your choice.” He smirked at me, making me feel all the more at his mercy. It was a delicious, intoxicating feeling.

  He set the tray on the bed and grasped the edge of the cloth covering it. “Let’s see what fate has in store for you.” The line should have been cheesy, but somehow, with his deep commanding voice and the hungry look in his eye, it wasn’t. Shivers of excitement and a little fear shot through me, and I squirmed on the bed again. How ironic that being tied down made it so hard to keep still.

  Before he could sweep the cloth off, his phone chimed. He let go of the cloth, making me groan. I really wanted to see what he had under there. And I wanted to know what it was he’d be doing to me.

  But instead, he pushed the tray aside and sat down on the bed next to me, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek. “That’s the first check-in. How are you feeling, babe?”

  “Excited.” I didn’t have to think long about that answer.

  “Me too. But what else?”

  “Umm… dying to know what’s under the cloth.”

  He chuckled. “Fair enough. I promise we’ll get to that in a minute. But this is important. Is anything painful or uncomfortable? Are the ties too tight?”

  If he was taking this seriously, I should too. I flexed my muscles, pulling gently at my bonds. “Nothing hurts. The restraints feel okay. Maybe the one around my left ankle is a little tighter than the others.”

  Moving over to loosen it, Justin said, “Thank you for telling me that. You know you can tell me that kind of thing at any time, right?”

  “Yes, I know. I just didn’t think of it until we stopped.”

  “Anything else?”

  I thought about it. “Like what?”

  “Like any thoughts or feelings about what we’re doing. Is there anything you wish I was doing differently?”

  “Doing differently? But if I want you to do something differently, isn’t that not being a good sub? Not topping from below was my very first lesson.”

  Justin laughed again. “Are you writing a book on BDSM? Because you seem to have graduated out of the beginner class. But no, you don’t get to tell me what to do—except for telling me to stop or slow down if you need to. But if there’s something you wish I was doing, I’ll take that under advisement.”

  Frowning with concentration, I thought it over. No, not really. Except— “Well… I kind of wish you were naked, too.” I blushed when I said it, but I was glad I did, firstly because he immediately started to unbutton his shirt, and secondly, because the look of smug male arrogance on his face was hot as hell.

  “See? Ask and you shall receive. Sometimes,” he added, with a wicked wink. Seeming to note that I was practically drooling, Justin stood up and continued unbuttoning, revealing his hard pecs and flat abs inch by inch. Mmm… that was so much better. Especially when he tossed his shirt aside and started undoing his fly.

  “You know,” he said, his tone amused, “if I were in a truly evil mood, I’d take off my clothes and then blindfold you.”

  Damn, it turned me on when he showed his wicked side. I wondered what I could do to get him to act that way more often. Then I reconsidered. Probably I’d better get a little more experience with BDSM before I experimented with being a bratty, disobedient sub. Seemed like that might be opening a can of worms.

  I feasted my gaze on Justin as he bent over and stepped out of his pants. Then his boxers and… wow. He stood by the bed, every inch of him bare, every inch of him fully erect. He was so hot. How did I get so lucky? And I hoped that very soon I would get even luckier.

  “Ready to pick up where we left off?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, getting back into submissive mode.

  “Then give me a color, and we can go.”

  What? Oh yeah… the new safeword color system. “Green.”

  “Good girl.” He picked up the tray and whipped the cloth off it, but he was holding it too high for me to see what was on it. “Item number one is a feather duster.” He waved it through the air, and I writhed in my bonds, thinking about how that would’ve felt gliding across my exposed skin.

  “Item number three is a candle,” he said, holding up a small white votive. Oh my god, did that mean… did that mean he would’ve dripped hot wax on me? The thought made me shudder and moan at the same time. And neither reaction escaped his attention.

  “But you chose door number two, which is… champagne.” He held up an empty pink plastic cup. I watched as he took it over to the dresser where the bottle from before was stashed—I hadn’t noticed it before in the dim candlelight.

  Justin returned and climbed onto the bed, carefully balancing the pink plastic cup in his hand. He took a small sip. “This is delicious,” he murmured, in his most seductive voice. “And you’re delicious. So I figured the combination of the two would be even better.”

  With that, he tilted the cup and let a little of the cool, tingly liquid cascade between my breasts. He chased the bubbly river with his tongue, lapping at the sides of my breasts then licking his way down where the champagne trailed across my stomach. His tongue felt so good, the warmth a direct contrast to the cold liquid.

  Once he’d gotten it all, he made a u-turn and zeroed in on one of my nipple
s, drawing it into his mouth. I arched my back, pressing my breast into his mouth, and he laughed softly around my stiff point, his breath tickling my tender flesh. His hand massaged my other nipple, sometimes in time with the swirling of his tongue and other times opposed to it. It felt so damn good.

  “Time for a little more champagne,” he said, tilting the plastic cup again. This time he chased the cool liquid lower, across my stomach, around my navel and—ooh! Even inside my belly button, making me shriek.

  Grinning up at me, Justin licked lower, and lower… and then stopped. “Sorry, babe,” he said, sounding amused at my squeal of disappointment. “Can’t let the champagne go any lower or it could irritate your skin. Can’t get anything with sugar near such a delicate area.”

  Groaning with frustration, I strained against my bonds again. This was pretty arrogant for a man who’d had me lick whipped cream off his cock. “Please, Justin,” I begged.

  “Oh, do you want some champagne, too? Sorry, how rude of me.” He took a big sip and them moved up to kiss me. At first he only pressed his closed mouth against mine, teasing me, but then his tongue pushed between my lips and a flood of cool, delicious bubbles filled my mouth. I swallowed, and kissed him back. It felt good—and it tasted good—but it wasn’t enough.

  “Please, Justin… please touch me.”

  “No,” he said, straightening up as I groaned in frustration. “Not unless you earn it.”

  Ah, perhaps there was a light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak. “What do I have to do, Sir?”

  “Just hold still. Should be really easy, since you’re tied to the bed.”

  I breathed out a sigh of relief. He was going to touch me. He was going to make me come. I needed him to so badly. But then I looked at my boyfriend’s face. He was wearing that evil grin again. Uh-oh.

  He stood and swirled the champagne around in the little cup, looking at it speculatively. “About half empty. Or I guess we could also say it’s half full.” He set it down on my stomach, just above my navel. It wobbled gently but didn’t fall. “If this cup stays in place for the next few minutes, you’ll get a reward. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, using as little breath as possible. Even those two words made the cup shift. This was going to be impossible. But I had to try.

  Justin held the feather duster in front of my eyes and plucked a single feather from it. I moaned, in anticipation and in apprehension. No way I could withstand tickling from a feather. He moved to the head of the bed and lightly brushed the feather across my bound wrist and down my forearm, trailing it lightly across my skin. Oh god. This was going to be hard.

  It tickled, but it wasn’t like full-on tickling when he dug his fingers into my sides. Instead, the soft strokes of the feather were an exquisite annoyance, one I longed to slap or scratch away. But I couldn’t. All I could do was wait while he dragged the feather down my skin, inch by inch. And now it was approaching my underarm. I braced myself, took a deep breath, and tried to freeze every cell in my body against reacting. Miraculously, I managed not to move too much.

  “You’re doing very good, Lily. Just once around your body and then you’ll get a reward. Close your eyes.”

  I did so, bracing in case the feather took a sharp turn once it reached my pelvic area, but it continued to trail down my hip to my leg. With my eyes closed, the agonizingly slow pace of the feather was even more amplified. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, especially as Justin moved the feather to my ankle and then across the bottom of my foot. I let out a gasp, I couldn’t help it, but somehow, the cup stayed upright. At least I assumed it did. I still had my eyes closed, but I hadn’t felt a splash.

  “Close one,” Justin said, now trailing the feather up the inside of my leg. “Almost halfway there.”

  Oh god. The feather was teasing its way up my inner thigh now, toward my center. I moaned, deep in my throat, trying to will my body to stay still, but it was getting closer and closer… When it brushed past my core, I flinched, but again, the cup remained in place.

  “You must have nine lives, babe,” Justin said with a chuckle. But that theory was disproved as he eased the feather down my leg and across the sole of my other foot. It hit just the right—or wrong—spot and I jerked my foot away, spilling cool liquid all over my stomach.

  Opening my eyes, I saw Justin grab the cloth from the tray and mop up most of the liquid before it could seep into the bed. Catching my eye, he shook his head solemnly, but I saw the hint of amusement in his eyes. “Guess it’s time for a punishment.”

  He grabbed his discarded pants and pulled something out of his pocket, tossing it on my stomach. Startled, I looked down. It was dental floss. What on earth?

  Justin laughed at my surprise. “Normally, I’d say that any kind of dental implement goes beyond the realm of good, dirty fun and into the torture department, but I actually think you might like this. Though it might pinch.”

  Climbing onto the bed next to me, he looked so damn good. In spite of my apprehension about what was coming next, I couldn’t help staring at his smooth chest, his sculpted abs, the trail of light brown hair leading down to—

  “Eyes up here, babe.” Justin sounded amused again. He yanked a foot of floss off the spool and dangled it briefly over my chest, making me squirm from the sensation. “Good thing I didn’t require you to stay still for that part.”

  He tied the floss in a loose knot, creating a circle about an inch wide. Carefully, he laid the loop around my nipple, managing to lasso it even though my chest was rising and falling with my increasingly rapid breath.

  “Hold still,” he ordered, then bent his head down and grasped the tip of my nipple between his teeth, stretching it gently away from my body. I held my breath as I felt his hands on either side of my breast. He pulled on the end of the dental floss, tightening it, capturing my nipple in the knot. When he released my nipple, it remained erect and fully extended, held in place by the tight string.

  We both looked down. It’d instantly turned a deep shade of rose.

  “Doing okay, babe?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said shakily. It didn’t hurt exactly. It pinched a bit, yeah, but the real problem was that somehow it seemed like there was an invisible string between my nipple and my clit, making the latter throb and long for some attention. And when Justin tied off my other nipple in a similar fashion, the throbbing between my legs intensified.

  “Told you you’d like it,” Justin said smugly. “And now… ” he said, trailing his fingertip lightly over one nipple, then the other, then down my body toward my aching center. “Now, it’s time we had a talk.”

  His hand stilled just inches from where I needed it to be, and I groaned in frustration, making my breasts wobble, my bound nipples bobbing in midair.

  “Please Justin,” I moaned.

  “Please what, babe? I thought women liked it when their boyfriends wanted to talk? Aren’t they always complaining how guys never listen? Well, now I’m prepared to listen for a really long time.” He reached out and flicked a finger at my nipple, making me squirm again. God, he was good at drawing this out, at pushing me toward new levels of arousal. And desperation.

  “What do you want to talk about, Sir?” I hoped whatever it was would be quick.

  “About your fantasies.”

  I groaned. I was wet and hot and bothered. Did he really expect me to be coherent? “My fantasy is you sticking your cock—or fingers—or tongue—inside of me.”

  Justin laughed, and pinched my tied-up nipple this time. “Nice try. But I really want to know. You’ve been reading all those stories with BDSM in them. What’re some things that you might want to try in the future?” His expression turned a little more serious. “It doesn’t mean we have to try them, but still… I want to know what aspects of this turn you on. So start talking unless you want to find out what a less pleasant punishment feels like.”

  I gulped at that. The look in Justin’s eyes left me with no doubt he knew of some very
unpleasant punishments. But I was also sure that he’d stop if I said yellow or red. So, I thought about it and figured that at this point, lying naked on the bed before him, my nipples tied up in bows like presents, I had little pride left to lose. So I may as well tell him about my naughty desires.

  “Umm… maybe sometime it would be fun to try some role play.”

  One eyebrow flew up. It seemed he had not been expecting that, but he looked intrigued. “What kind of role play?”

  “You know… the usual stuff. Maybe, a pirate and a wench… or a doctor and a patient…or an experienced dom and a newbie sub.” I grinned when I added that last one.

  “Very nice,” Justin said, with a wink. “Lots of potential for some good perverted fun. What else would you like to try?”

  I thought about it a moment. It was hard to concentrate when I wanted him to take me so badly. Maybe if I answered honestly enough he would. “Well… you used that flogger before, but just to trail it over me, like the feather. I guess I’d kind of like to know what it feels like if you used it for real, like to spank my backside… or my breasts.”

  “Mmm, I like that idea,” Justin said, and he rewarded me by moving his hand between my legs, sliding a fingertip up and down my moist folds. It felt so good, especially when he pushed a finger tip into my slit, moving upward. But then he stopped just before he touched my clit. Dammit.

  “Tell me two more things, and then we’ll continue.” His finger was agonizingly close.

  It was so hard to think like this, but I tried. “Spanking again. Like when I was over your knee.” I wasn’t brave enough to look Justin in the eye while admitting that, so I couldn’t see his face. But I could see another body part of his that was clearly reacting favorably to this conversation.

  “One more,” he said firmly.

  “Umm… ” My eyes traveled to the soft candles placed around the edges of the room, and then I remembered a candle had been one of the things on the tray he’d prepared. “Maybe candles,” I whispered.

  “Really?” Justin said slowly and speculatively, and now I did sneak a peek at his face. He looked pleased. He looked turned on. I hoped he was turned on enough to pounce on me soon.