RockYourSoul

by Sara Brooks

  Shame. He’d really enjoyed playing with the silky hardness of her clit.

  He deliberately stood, pushing away the chair with the heel of his boot. While slowly walking around her, he kept his hand working in a slow pattern brushing against her skin. As he reached her head, the silken strands of her hair felt soft against his calloused hands.

  He smiled at the sight of her bent over, her flesh awash with desire.

  It had been awhile since he’d allowed himself to indulge in a sub this way. Maybe because she’d had such a rough go with her last Dom and was looking for something completely different from him. Or maybe because he knew once she’d learned how to submit completely to someone who genuinely had her best interests in mind, he could release her.

  He wasn’t ready to give her up so soon.

  Her breathing relaxed and became even. Funny how she said she had no experience with subspace, yet touched on the edges of it with just a few strokes of his hand.

  Interesting.

  He’d seen her reaction to ropespace, which was a good indicator if a person could relax enough for the hypnotic state of subspace. He broke contact with her as a test. As soon as he did, her breathing pattern altered, becoming shallow and faster, almost as if she was panicking.

  Very interesting.

  Playing a hunch, he brushed his hand over her head, gathering the strands into a low ponytail at her nape. He closed his fingers into a fist, tugging gently to gauge her reaction. She gasped, and her eyes unfocused for a split second. She cleared her throat when he tugged again and relaxed.

  The split-second lapse had been enough to tell him her control issues ran deep. Far deeper than he’d first anticipated. Undoubtedly because of the bastard she’d been with before. But the moment also told him she liked pain play. He’d address the variation another time as he already had in mind how things would go tonight.

  Pain wasn’t part of his plan.

  She wasn’t sure about losing control with him. That much was obvious judging by the way she refused to remove those cuffs. Not just decoration, as he’d first thought. He could spend his time trying to rid her of her hesitations right now. But he wanted to remain selective about the barriers he brought crashing down tonight.

  He kept one hand tucked against the base of her skull as he began to unfasten the row of buttons on his jeans. Even at this angle, he saw her eyes flare with heat when she saw he wore nothing under the denim. Seemed as if he had an admirer for his habit of going commando. Ryan reached down, parting the button fly wider in order to lift his already hardened length free.

  He closed his hand around the shaft of his cock, fisting himself under her steady gaze. The feel of his hand wasn’t all that pleasant right at this moment, but that wasn’t the point. His thumb brushed against the barbell running horizontally through the head of his penis, the two small balls just forward of the widest part of the crown glittering in the room’s bright lighting. Heat flashed in her eyes as her gaze landed on his piercing, her tongue darting between her flushed lips.

  He chuckled as he reached out to brush her hair away from her face. “You look like a lioness who just discovered a herd of bison to devour. Ever give a blowjob to a man with a piercing like this?”

  “No Sir. No piercings at all.”

  “There’s a certain…trick to it.” He reached out, tapping his finger against her mouth until she parted her lips. “Teeth to be mindful of. Don’t need you chipping any of your teeth if you get carried away. Would you like to taste me?”

  “Yes please, Sir.”

  “Go on, California. I think I’d like to see how you look with my cock in your mouth.”

  When the heat of her mouth closed over the crown, he thought his eyes would roll back in his head. It had been a damn long time since someone had touched him this way. Longer still since he’d wanted someone to. Her tongue swirled as she took more, teasing the sensitive underside. Heat and arousal gathered at the base and he had to take a few deep breaths to get a handle on his bearings. He kept a tight grip at the base of her neck but allowed her to control how much she could take.

  She moved, taking her time to swirl her tongue through the pre-cum gathering at the tip. After licking her lips, she traced the veins mapping his shaft, scraping her teeth against the ridges. Her lips parted, sliding him hard and fast into her mouth.

  Suck. Slide. Suck. Slide.

  Her teeth grazed his skin as she pulled back and he couldn’t control the hiss that whistled past his teeth. She hesitated for a second, her tongue flicking out between swollen lips to collect another drop of fluid leaking from his dick. She must have been encouraged by the sound because she swallowed him again—this time taking more.

  “Go on and ask.” He saw the question on the tip of her gifted tongue as she pulled off. “I prefer to be in constant communication with you during a scene. It’s a rare occasion where I’ll ask my sub to keep her mouth shut. Just remember, no silent submission unless I specifically tell you.”

  She nodded, evidently pleased. “May I use my hands, Sir?”

  “By all means.”

  He reached over, slipping loose the intricate and careful knots he’d tied in the fabric hanging from the ceiling. He’d intentionally used a different kind of knot around her wrists, because if she hadn’t asked, he would have loosened her arms eventually.

  He liked the feel of her hands on his skin.

  Before he’d even finished releasing her arms, her hands closed around his cock. One at the base and one around the shaft. She sucked on the crown a few times before sliding her hand down. Her mouth followed. She started an easy pace, using her hands to surround him when she moved back to take a breath.

  He tightened his hand in her hair, pushing a bit in encouragement. She increased her pace. All he wanted was to tighten his hold more. He wanted to fuck her mouth, plunging between those succulent lips as she sucked him so he found relief to the storm brewing in his gut.

  She moaned around his shaft. The vibration shot up his spine, radiating through his back to make every nerve ending in his body come alive. His cock swelled, a sign he needed to ease off a little lest his control falter.

  He released his hold, feeling her body sag in disappointment. He combed his fingers through her hair, admiring her lips stretched around his thick shaft. “You make quite a picture there, California. Bent over, tied up with my ropes and sucking my dick with such enthusiasm. I could get used to this.”

  His hands fisted in her hair, tugging gently as he pushed his hips forward. When he pulled back, she sighed a whispered oath he barely detected in the silence of the room. He relaxed his grip. “Think you can take all of me?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Just be mindful of the piercing, all right?”

  Her mouth traveled along his shaft, slowing as she worked past her gag reflex until he was seated in her throat. Her hands caressed his thigh and too many sensations wrapped around him at once. He pulled back, allowing her to take a breath before sliding back down her throat.

  Damn, she’s good. A challenge to his normally flawless control.

  His control was tested even more when she reached up to cup his balls. The decadent brushes of her fingers were accompanied with little shocks of pain when she tugged on his sac.

  He continued thrusting slow and steady to give her the air she needed to breathe. Her quiet noises of pleasure hardened his cock even more, though he would have never thought it was possible. A spear of pleasure flashed through his entire body, nearly blinding him from the intensity. He was going to unload down her throat if she kept up this fabulous blowjob.

  That wasn’t his intention tonight.

  “As exquisite as this blowjob is and as proficient as you are, you’re enjoying sucking me off too much.” Sliding beyond her reach, he tucked himself back into his pants.

  “But you’re still—”

  His stern glare caused her to snap her mouth shut.

  Her eyes darkened, but he couldn’t quite distinguish if it was from fr
ustration or arousal. The difference was something he would absorb through time as they learned about one another. One more reason for him to change the game a little bit. He wanted to keep her on her toes by doing what she didn’t expect.

  Kneeling, he undid the set of ropes he’d used to keep her bent over and discarded them to the side, done with them for the moment. A gentle push against her shoulder as he stood had her standing upright again. Positioning her arms at shoulder height, he took his time retying her arms with the material anchored in the ceiling. Still wearing his ropes, now her arms were held out to the side in a cross formation.

  Her quivering body was open for him to do as he pleased.

  Her breasts, swollen from the tightness of the ropes wound around them, stood high and proud, the buds a succulent dark-blush shade that had him licking his lips. He toyed with the peaks, rubbing his thumb against them.

  “Your nipples are nearly the same color as your mouth.” He bent, pressing his lips against the swell of one breast. She inhaled sharply when he nipped at a sensitive peak. He increased the pressure, laving away some of the pain with his tongue when she whimpered. His attention moved to the other breast, lavishing the same amount of care.

  When he finally moved away, a few rosy marks stood out on her skin where his teeth had scraped. Her nipples had tightened into hard buds that strained away from her body. Full and pointed, they were now dark red in color.

  “Now they’re the same color. Very pretty.”

  Though she nodded, he doubted she could even fully comprehend what he’d said. Flushed skin. Dazed expression. Her breaths coming faster. Her moans getting louder. The scent of her arousal saturating the air between their bodies.

  Good.

  But he wanted her down deeper.

  Her legs spread wide, he slid his finger down her torso, skimming over the intricate knotwork of ropes. He took his time, finding every bit of exposed skin he could locate in order to torment her further.

  When he slid his hand between her legs, he dipped two fingers inside her pussy and watched her eyes go wild. There’s what I’ve been looking for. Inside you all the time, wasn’t it? He finally had the total control he needed to do what she’d asked of him.

  Pleased with her progress, he set his palm against the ropes he’d positioned over her clit and pushed. She gasped as his fingers slid deeper into her slickness. Encouraged by her response, he stepped closer, fitting his clothed body against her nude one.

  “You make quite a picture tied in my ropes. So gorgeous and utterly at my mercy. You came alive when I bound you. There’s no denying you were meant to be under the hands of a skilled Dom.”

  Her pussy clenched around his fingers. Such a hot, responsive woman.

  His cock screamed to be shoved inside her wet heat, buried so deep he lost coherent thought. Too soon. This wouldn’t be a flash-in-the-pan tie-up session. He was in for the long haul.

  His free hand wrapped around the back of her neck, tugging her mouth closer to his as he continued to thrust his fingers into her cunt. He purposefully kept their mouths close, just touching as a quiet chant began spilling from her lips. He swallowed those words, using them as fuel to drive them both higher.

  Her body went rigid, her hands balling into tight fists. He contemplated the repercussions of severing contact with her completely to stand back and simply watch her orgasm. But he wanted to be there, holding her as she experienced the very first release he allowed. He wanted to experience the power of the moment with her as he drove her over the precipice.

  “Show me why I should keep you as my submissive, California. Prove yourself worthy.”

  She inhaled sharply moments before her body tightened around his fingers. He drove up into her with such force, she shifted forward onto her toes, her head falling forward onto his shoulder. Her keening wail percussed against his body, the sound of it awakening his instincts. He ignored the arousal unfurling inside him, knowing this moment was about her getting off.

  His name whispered past those still-swollen lips, a quiet pledge that caressed his skin and offered a sliver of promise of what was to come. She screamed as the orgasm fractured her. He didn’t stop moving, his fingers still thrusting frantically inside her as he clutched her tightly against him.

  Her release sent tremors through her entire body, the shockwaves pouring into him and signaling there was something different about this woman. He would examine it later as right now all he wanted to do was revel in her glory.

  He held her for a few minutes, her breathing fast and furious as her heart continued to race. After a few minutes, her body sagged against the ropes. He worked to untie them as quickly and as safely as possible.

  When he finished, he pulled her into his lap as he sat in his overstuffed chair. She curled around him, her breathing regulating as she came down off her high.

  Dear God, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of training this one.

  Chapter Six

  “You made it.” Ryan pushed open the screen door, gesturing for Beth to enter his modest cabin. He set his hand on the small of her back, the soft fabric of her tee-shirt tickling the pads of his fingers as he guided her to the small kitchen in the far corner of the house.

  “So what uber-eighties tee do you have on today? Allison told me she’d noticed you wear a lot of retro shirts. Or at least she’s noticed them every time you come into the coffeehouse. Apparently she’s made it a bit of a game trying to guess what you’ll wear next.” He ignored her puzzled look as he looked closer at the gold foil bird and group of three triangles on her shirt. “I’m not familiar with the one you’re wearing.”

  “It’s the Tri-Force from the Legend of Zelda. Nintendo game about a little dude who needs to rescue a princess.”

  He moved around her when she stopped because he needed to check on the food he’d left on the burner for most of the day. “I think I’m going to have to write that one down.” He sampled the beef stew, pleased with his choice of herbs and spices to complement the meat.

  “What is all of this?”

  “Dinner. I did invite you out here to eat.” Ryan stirred the contents of the pot, grinning as he reached for two bowls he’d stacked next to the sink to move them closer. When he turned, he found her staring at him, her mouth slightly open. Chuckling, he nudged her with his elbow as a signal for her to follow him. “What’s the matter?”

  She blew out a breath, shoving her hands into the pockets of her well-worn jeans. “Not really used to men actually cooking something. At least not ones like you.”

  “Ones like me, huh?” He nearly laughed at her confession. “Oh I get it. You had this idea built up in your mind that because I’m a Dom, I can’t cook for shit. Maybe because I tied you up and got you off last week at the warehouse, toe-curling orgasms are all I want from you. Or since I live out in the middle of nowhere and build some of the most sought-after boats in the world, that I have more money than God. Given that, I should be able to have someone else cook for me. Maybe even my sub.”

  She winced at his sharp tone, shuffling her feet and tugging on her shirt. “Maybe I should leave.”

  He gestured to the compact table, pulling out a chair. “Sit.” He handed her a glass of red wine, pouring one for himself before joining her at the table. “I spent a hell of a lot of time building up my career so people automatically made some of those very same assumptions. They leave me alone that way. I don’t have more money than God by the way—well, scratch that, I do. God doesn’t have any money.”

  “Thought about it a lot, have you?” A smile turned up her lips as she sipped from the glass he’d handed her. “This is excellent wine.”

  “Thank you. Used to get real lonely on my long road trips when I first started out. So there was a lot to think about.”

  “Couldn’t use your money to have someone else drive you around so you could jack off to satellite porn?”

  His glass stopped midway to his mouth. “Thought about it a lot, have you?”

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sp; She smirked. “I’ve never had occasion where someone else drove me around.”

  “No, I meant—” He fisted his hand, gesturing in the air in front of his hips to simulate a hand job.

  Her eyes went wide in shock before she burst out laughing. “No.”

  “Really? Maybe if you did…”

  “You’re a real pervert, you know that?” She laughed again.

  The melody of the sound made his insides tie in a knot. He understood why she spent her time on the radio. He knew perhaps better than anyone you could affect someone with something as simple as your voice. And she sure as hell had affected him.

  “Hey, you’re the one who brought up hand jobs, not me.” And now that she had, he was finding it impossible not to think about how her hands and mouth had felt wrapped around his cock.

  To give himself a distraction, he rose from the table and moved to sniff the hearty aroma of the stew again. “I think dinner is just about ready.”

  “I’m not sure I should stay.”

  She started to rise as he set a bowl on the table in front of her. His hand closed over her shoulder, gently pushing her back into the seat. She was skittish. It was his job to soothe those ruffled nerves even if she didn’t completely understand what the problem was. He changed his tone of voice because he knew she would respond to that.

  “California, if you don’t sit down and eat something I’m going to tie you to the chair and feed you myself. Now eat.”

  Her gaze automatically fell to the floor, nodding as she slipped her legs under the table. Satisfied she’d stay put, he refreshed her wine before sliding into the seat across the table. He watched her blow the steam drifting from the spoonful of stew. Pleasure filtered into her expression as she chewed. When he was satisfied she would continue to eat, he dug into his own bowl.

  They both ate quietly for a few minutes before Beth broke the silence. “Can I ask a question?”