But she’s struggling to get there. My own is approaching, and I want her to cum again. I need that. I have to have her sated and finding her release with mine.
I pull my hand away from her pussy and her eyes pop open, looking back at me as I smack the back of my hand down hard across her clit. That does it. Her pussy spasms around nothing, and I thrust into her tight asshole over and over as the waves of my release finally crash through my body.
Yes!
My balls draw up, and I hold my breath as pleasure wracks through my body.
Fuck, she feels too fucking good.
I pump short, shallow thrusts into her ass as her body trembles beneath me and she screams out my name. Thick streams of hot cum leave me in waves as I bury myself as deep in her as I can and groan in utter pleasure.
I tighten my grip on her thigh as she trembles under me and I fill her with my cum.
When I finally pull away, breathless and sated, I do so gently, pulling out slowly and watching her body as she lies limp and still helplessly bound by the spreader and cuffs. Her head is laying to the side with her eyes closed, and goosebumps linger along her sensitized skin.
A part of me wants to take more from her, but she’s exhausted and we need to cover more of my expectations. Soon I’ll be able to torture the pleasure from her until it’s nearly unbearable for her.
I climb off the bed and head to the en-suite for a warm cloth, leaving her just as she is while she calms her breathing.
When I get back with the warm, wet cloth, I’m gentle as I clean up every inch of her. Her body tenses and trembles. Her clit is still primed for more, and her ass is bright red from where the paddle hit her.
The bed groans under my weight as I unlock the spreader from the cuffs and ease her legs down onto the bed and unlock the shackles around her ankles. I massage a bit of life into her sore muscles before unlocking her wrists and doing the same with her arms.
Her breathing is steady as she curls slightly inward, still consumed in the intensity of her orgasm.
I pick her body up gently and place her on all fours at the end of the bed. Her bright red ass is high in the air.
Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches as she looks over her slender shoulder at me.
A rough chuckle vibrates up my chest as I walk over to get the cream mixed with a little aloe for her burning skin. I use a light touch as I apply it.
“You safe worded me,” I say softly. “Good girl.”
Her lips part and I know she has a question for me, but she’s holding back.
“Speak. You need to be able to communicate with me, Dahlia.”
“I’m happy you weren’t angry with me.” I pause in my motions and consider her.
“You think it would make me angry for you to tell me you were reaching your limits?” I shake my head with my lips turned down. “No, I’m happy I have a good understanding of your needs.”
I put the cap back on the lotion, satisfied with her aftercare and add, “We suit each other well. I’m very pleased.”
She hums softly at my praise. She’s perfect and so obedient. I’m going to have to push her to disobey though since I know we both enjoyed the paddle.
“Just like this, treasure,” I say, planting a kiss on the small of her back and running my hands down her thighs.
“Every day when I get home, you’ll be waiting for me just like this.”
“Not kneeling?” she asks weakly and then adds, “sir?”
I huff a small laugh and then stroke my dick, feeling it hardening for her again already.
I lower her hips and tease her cunt with the head of my dick. “No, I want you like this instead,” I say and barely get the words out before I shove myself deep inside her again.
Chapter 12
Dahlia
I wince as I take a seat on the back of the city bus on my way to my internship. My breath hisses between my teeth as the decadent pain heats my ass. I welcome it though. It’s a reminder of last night. I stare out of the window, the images flashing before my eyes as the bus noisily roars to life and takes me away from campus. It’s been a week of enduring Lucian as my Dom and every day I love it more and more.
I’m running late because of finals, but I’m happy they’re over with. One less thing to worry about.
My only problem now is that my ass is fucking sore as hell. Every time I do anything involving any kind of movement, I’m filled with slight discomfort. It’s the good type of pain though - a reminder of how Lucian utterly and thoroughly dominated my body.
Call me a glutton for punishment, but I want more. Right fucking now.
I’ve spent all morning thinking about our filthy encounter, with aching desire. I’m already primed to go off and if my day was planned down to the minute, I’d probably need relief. I can’t believe how many times Lucian got me off last night and how many times he came. I’m sure he was shooting blanks by the fourth time, but I was too wrapped up in ecstasy to notice.
Every time he took me harder, faster, taking from me with a ruthless need, I came violently. He was everything I wanted. It was perfect. But everything I’ve been running from smacked me hard in the face early this morning. I swallow thickly, the lust disappearing and the shame creeping in. He rolled over and pulled my back into his chest. He fucked me from behind, but he was tender. He was gentle. He kissed my neck, and I had to close my eyes and pretend. The pleasure stopped. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t get off. I feel shitty, having been so aroused moments before, and enjoyed being used for his pleasure. But then numb to him.
The truth is, I want more of his roughness. I’ve always needed that. My heart clenches and I pull away from the window, pulling my hobo bag into my lap and holding it against my chest. I feel hollow inside. How disturbed am I that he couldn’t make me cum? I had to fake it when he told me to cum with him. For fuck's sake, I’m living a fantasy. But even this morning when he threw me on the bed and fucked me like I wanted, the only thing my body craved, I couldn’t get the fact that I’m broken out of my head. Fuck, it hurts.
I feel sick about it. I just don’t understand it. It makes me fear that I’ll never be normal and that this experience will only serve to show how depraved and fucked up I am in the head. I bite the inside of my cheek and pull out my phone. I should call Dr. Andrews. I cringe at the thought. I know there’s doctor-patient confidentiality, but what’s she going to think about this arrangement? Whore. I lean my head back against the seat as the bus goes over a bump and jostles me slightly. She’s going to think I’m whoring myself out. I run my hand down my face and try to ignore those thoughts that keep me weighed down with guilt and shame. All I need to do is concentrate on the way I felt alive under him.
I’m pulled out of my musing as the bus comes to a stop in front of the Explicit Designs building. Wincing, I get up from my seat and head inside, swallowing the lump that’s growing in my throat. In the lobby, I try to pick up speed, but I’m forced to take it slow. I don’t want to draw attention to my awkward gait.
Damn you, Lucian.
A small smile accompanies me as I walk slowly, reveling in the slight sting that’s directly connected to my throbbing clit. It takes me a while, but I make it up to my office without incident. Once inside the not-nearly-as-private-as-I-need-it-to-be office, I take off my coat, and set it down on my glass-top desk, letting out a shiver. It’s brutal outside.
Which reminds me; it’s winter break, and my tuition is due. At first the reminder sends a jolt of worry through me, but then I remember the money. I have enough coming to me at the end of the month to eliminate my debt and pay off my final semester’s tuition. The thought should feel me with shame and trigger the whore comments I’ve been hearing in my head, but it doesn’t. I know what I’m doing some people might consider degrading, but I don’t really care. I would want this regardless of the money. That has to count for something.
I set my purse down on the desk and bring my cup of coffee to my lips. I blow on it out of
habit, but it’s cold by now. I don’t mind though; I just need the caffeine to get me through the day. I check my email and then get started working on Debra’s scheduling for her upcoming fashion show. I spend most of the day doing clerical work, getting up several times to go to the bathroom to apply aloe vera to my sore ass cheeks. Lucian told me to, and each time there’s less and less of a sting that accompanies it.
Around closing time, I get a surprise when Carla, who I haven’t seen all day, pops her head in the doorway, causing me to jump in my seat. I put my hand to my chest and breathe out a slight sigh of relief.
“Hey chica, how’s your day going?” She’s gorgeous today in tight red jeans that hug her curves and a white button-up shirt, complete with glossy red heels. I absolutely love the outfit. It makes her look like she’s ready for a red-hot, sexy Christmas. All she’s missing is a red Santa cap.
Carla grins at the slight pain on my face from moving in my seat. She knows exactly where it’s coming from, too. The bitch. “Just fabulous,” I reply, with a blush heating my cheeks. I want to tell her everything, but I’m nervous about the NDA. I should ask Lucian. Or maybe I shouldn’t. …shit. I don’t know what to do.
“If not for the sore ass?” Carla jokes. It’s honestly not that bad. It’s certainly acted as a reminder of who I belong to though.
I scowl at her, but I can only hold it for a second before I laugh. “Shut up! Please.” I have to resist rolling my eyes. “You wouldn’t be talking if you were in my shoes.”
Carla chuckles, shaking her head and then walks in, her heels clicking with each step, and sits down across from me. “Bet you I would. You forget honey, I’m a pro at being a Sub and have had many rough sessions.” She smirks deviously. “Let’s just say my ass can take a heavy pounding.”
I huff out a short chuckle. It’s weird hearing Carla talk like this, even after all this time. I would’ve never guessed she was such a sexual fiend before she revealed her secret to me. I suspect it’s going to take some time before I ever get used to it. If I ever get used to it.
She’s so different here at work in front of others. It’s like two split personalities. But then again, people would probably say the same about me if they knew I was a member of Club X.
“Well?” Carla asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I frown with confusion. “Well what?”
She smacks her hand on the desk. “Details! You said you'd give me details.” She leans forward and places her chin in her palm, greedy for the juicy gossip.
I hesitate. I’m not sure I want to tell her everything, especially the part about me not being able to get off. Part of me is screaming to confide in her. She’s obviously a woman who would understand, right? But no one has ever understood. No one. Not my ex, not my mother. They knew, but they didn’t understand. It’s a problem. It’s the only thing on the tip of my tongue. I want advice. I want help. I take in a short breath, but I can’t say the words.
I try to school my expression and not show the pain that’s squeezing my chest. Everything was perfect yesterday. I should be happy. I should be thrilled to tell her about Lucian. Instead all I can think about is the one moment this morning that was anything but alright.
“Dah?” Carla sounds concerned and my eyes snap to her, shutting down the negative thoughts. “Did he hurt you?” she barely breathes the words, fear evident in her eyes.
“No!” I’m quick to get that thought out of her head. I shake my head as I say, “No, no, it was… unbelievable.” She looks at me for a moment, taking in my expression and posture.
Taking a deep breath, I tell her everything about this past week, except that one moment early this morning.
Carla grins, her chest heaving, her breathing ragged. She doesn’t appear to notice my anxiety and seems to have gotten worked up over my tale. “I’m so glad you liked it. Sounds like Lucian really knows his stuff.” She shakes her head with wonder. “And you safe worded him and everything.”
“Is that bad?” I ask her in a hushed voice. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be perfect for him, but it was just too much. He said it was good though. I really believed him when he told me he wanted me to tell him if I was at my limit.
Carla shakes her head, her eyes shining with a hint of awe and says, “No, it’s good to know each other’s boundaries.”
Her words summon the image of Lucian spanking me, leaving red marks on my ass and my breathing quickens. That. That power. That control. It’s that which I crave above all else.
“My only problem is…” I snap my mouth shut, shocked at how close I came to thinking out loud. Holy fuck. How did I almost tell her? Is that even a boundary? I pick at my nails and look past her and out the window of my little office.
Carla eyes me curiously. “Your only problem is what?”
Her eyes on me force me to look back at her, my mind racing with excuses, unsure what to say. I shouldn’t tell her. But it’s right on the tip of my tongue. Maybe I should give her a chance and just tell her. She might understand.
But if she doesn’t? What then?
That thought alone scares me above all else, and it hardens my position. I’m not telling Carla shit.
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head and flashing her a nervous smile. “It’s nothing really.”
Carla isn’t buying it. “C’mon,” she gestures with a manicured finger at me. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that. You have to tell me.”
“No,” I say firmly. “Really, it’s nothing.” Her ensuing scowl causes me to sigh and I say, “Fine. I was just going to say I wish it didn’t have to end in a month.” I’m surprised by how easily that lie came out.
Carla chuckles, and I’m filled with relief. She bought my lie. “Girl, with a man as good looking as Lucian, I don’t blame you.” She snaps her fingers. “Oh, which reminds me!” She watches her finger as she taps on the glass desktop. “Do you think Lucian will be bringing you to the club?” I don’t know how to respond. “I just think it would be good for you if you had time in the club, with other Subs and such.”
I freeze, caught off guard.
“Bruce did it for me,” she adds. She seems really nervous and I honestly feel the same way. He owns me. I don’t know what the rules are outside of the playroom.
“I don’t know,” I say slowly.
“Just ask him,” she says finally. “It’s just that, sometimes it’s easy to get sucked into a fantasy,” she says as her eyes flash with a sadness I’ve never seen. “And I don’t want you getting hurt.”
I stare back at her with a knot growing in the pit of my stomach and reply, “Trust me, I don’t want to get hurt either.”
Chapter 13
Lucian
I need to rein in my anger before I get home, but all I’m thinking about is taking this tension out on my sweet Dahlia. I know she must be sore from the past two weeks, but I’m not going to be able to hold back.
I need her.
Just the thought of sinking deep inside her makes me relax.
I’ve been dealing with one problem after another all day. I clench my teeth as I relive every tiresome phone call from public relations and my lawyer. My ex-wife. She had the nerve to laugh at me during our call. I know she just wanted to get under my skin. I tried to hide my irritation, but she knows she got to me. I let her in, and all she did was find my weaknesses. She wants to exploit them now. I imagine she’s run out of the small fortune she was awarded right around this time last year. It took over two years for our divorce to be finalized. She wouldn’t settle on a perfectly reasonable sum; she wouldn’t settle for anything other than everything.
And I bent over backward and gave it to her.
That was my mistake. Not the first, though. Marrying her was my first mistake. But giving her what she wanted only proved to her that she could get more.
But I won’t allow it.
The phone rings in my pocket, and I grit my teeth at the sound. My temples pound with each of the incessant rings.
I don’t want to answer it; I want to get home. To my treasure.
I breathe out deep and think, soon. Soon I’ll be lost inside of her. Where I belong.
I hit the small center button on my dashboard and lean back in my leather seat, twisting my hands around the steering wheel.
“Stone,” I answer smoothly. Never show emotion. I’ve learned better than to let them see they can affect me. Tricia is the perfect example of why I can never let them know how I feel. They call me ruthless, heartless. Well, they made me that way.
“Mr. Stone, it’s Jackson.” Jackson Harris, my lawyer. “We have a situation.” I cringe at the ease in his voice. He doesn’t have a situation. He gets paid regardless. If my ex could afford him, he’d be on her team right now. He’s not loyal to me. Neither is my PR team, but I’ll pay them whatever they need to get this shit dealt with.
“And that is?” I ask as though I don’t already know. Tricia’s been harassing the office, calling me nonstop. I’ve gotten her message, but apparently she hasn’t received mine.
“Tricia’s refuting the legitimacy of the NDA.”
I let his words sink in. During our divorce, she agreed to sign the NDA and legally cannot discuss any matters pertaining to our relationship during any period of time, married or otherwise. “I fail to see how that’s an issue. She’s contractually-”
He cuts me off, “She can refute it, although she has no footing.”
“Then how is this a problem?”
“I’ve received several calls from Andrea, and it is apparent that Tricia has reached out to several editorials and is taking bids for her story.” My blood runs cold as I drive down the highway. My heart pumps harder in my chest and I try to focus and not be consumed with the anger that’s barely contained.
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