RockYourSoul

by Sara Brooks

  Ryan shut the door and moved closer, his hands spreading wide on the top of the soundboard. The succulent aroma of his leather jacket mixed with the obvious smells of a bar did nothing to assuage her sex drive.

  “Beth, relax. It’s all right.”

  His voice reflected the epitome of calm, which only made her angrier. “No it’s not. It’s like I’ve forgotten how the hell to do my job.” She pushed her hands through her hair, catching the elastic. The stretchy item snapped, causing her to grumble in frustration as she dropped the broken item on the desk.

  Ryan’s hand closed around her elbow, but she was too annoyed to give much thought to his calming touch. She jerked out of his reach, punching a few buttons to cue a song set so she wouldn’t miss another song set-up. “Not like it really matters if I miss something at two in the morning. Just a bunch of drunks and stoners listening anyway. As shown by the compliment from Brogans’ clientele.”

  Ryan pulled her away from the soundboard. Even as she started to protest, he yanked her out of the room, spinning her around to face away from the booth. His face filled her vision.

  “Now is not the time, Ryan.” She struggled in his hold, but his strong hands held firm. Had this been any other time she would have rejoiced at the feel of his firm grip.

  “Relax. Just a bit of distance to help you cool off. Couple of minutes out of the booth won’t kill you.”

  She slapped his hands away, growling in frustration. “Stop trying to placate me. I’m working.”

  “So am I.” Ryan’s mouth closed over hers. He pushed closer, backing her against the door. Everything about him overwhelmed her, swelling inside her with such ferocity, she forgot her frustrations. His muscular body pushed against hers and she sank into him as he wrapped one of her legs around his hip.

  His tongue brushed over her parted lips and she opened, groaning as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Her world spun tighter and closer as he swept her away. She forgot about her frustrations, forgot about her surroundings, and allowed him to draw the breath right out of her as he kissed her senseless.

  The solid, warm weight of his firm body pressed her against the glass door as his hands rubbed her thighs. He pushed their bodies together, his hips shifting against her parted legs as if they were both naked already and he was buried balls deep in her pussy.

  They parted, his growl reverberating through her. “You smell good enough to eat.” The quiet slide of her zipper coming undone ratcheted up her need. His tongue drove into her mouth once more, his hand pushing under her panties. She tensed, holding her breath as the pad of his index finger brushed against the straining bud of her clit. When he gently rocked against her, she all but melted into him.

  He broke the kiss, skimming his lips along her jaw as she shuddered against him. When he pressed firmly on her clit, it set off an explosion that nearly blinded her. She fought against the release, writhing against his touch because this was all happening too quickly.

  His laughter sounded in her ear. “There’s the pushback I expected. Go ahead and fight as much as you want—you’re already dripping wet. Makes me wonder how much more you’ll get when I have you bound and begging for me—again.”

  Her head fell back against the wall as she remembered how it had felt to be trapped by his ropes. That helpless—wondrous—sensation. His lips cruised over her neck, his finger sliding through her wetness to layer rich sensations over one another. He used his hand on her hip to tilt her pelvis and her eyes went blind the moment he slid his finger into her wet heat. She wanted the climax, but she reminded herself they were in a very public corridor.

  Her struggle evaporated as he pushed inside her core.

  The tight fit of her jeans forced him to press his palm against her clit as he slid into her completely. Her fingers tightened against his slick leather coat. The rich aroma of their arousal pulled her further into the moment, swamping her like the pounding waves of the ocean. His finger moved slowly at first, much to her frustration. She jerked her hips, wanting him to move faster. Anything to help relieve the burning need scorching her body.

  His mouth hovered just inches from hers as he drove his finger deeper, holding it in place in her pussy. “Forgetting who is in charge, California? Maybe you need a reminder.”

  Her lungs burned as she fought for her next breath. “Yes, I do need you to remind me, Sir.”

  “Good thing I don’t mind giving you one.” Even as he spoke, he thrust firmly, making it clear he was the one in charge. She was only along for the ride. He played her like a perfectly tuned instrument, knowing exactly what to do and where to touch in order to drive her higher. “Still can’t quite get used to your silence as I never pegged you for a quiet one.” His finger trust into her again.

  “Please. I want to come for you…please—oh God. Fuck me.”

  The swear echoed through the hallway, mingling with his dark laughter. The two sounds speared through her, firing off every nerve ending as the pace of his finger sped up. “Is that want you want? For me to bend you over your soundboard and drive my dick into this hot cunt of yours until you scream?”

  His questions pulled something from her she didn’t know she was capable of. Something that made her body nothing but pure sensation. She craved everything he had to give her no matter what he decided. She would do anything at all for him if he continued. It didn’t matter what he wanted, she just needed him.

  “Yes. I’m so fucking close. Make me come for you.” She unabashedly rode his hand now as he thrust harder, the first sweet tingles of orgasm blooming inside her. Her voice sounded broken and needy. For the first time in her life, she didn’t care.

  All she wanted to do was come.

  His hot breath skittered over her cheek. “It’s an interesting scenario, but my hand driving you isn’t what you need. You want more of me, don’t you?” She nodded, swallowing the dryness in her throat. “Do you want to know what I have planned for you? What I have in store for you once I get you completely under my control? This is just a glimmer of what I can do, you know.”

  She pressed her head against the wall, meeting his gaze as she nodded. He continued to move his hand, not changing his pace. Her body was too wired, too on edge, to grab onto the steady timing and she relaxed into him as he fucked her with his finger. She jerked, a quiet whimper escaping her throat as he continued to drive into her with unhurried motions.

  Her heart raced, perspiration erupting along her neck and spine. Her pussy throbbed as she waited for him to explain what he intended to do next. The sharp pulses racked through her as her body reached for something he kept denying her.

  His focused stare held her in place as neither one of them could gather enough air to breathe. He continued with the slow, hard strokes of his hand. A deliberate, sly grin finally spread wide on his lips. “I suggest you get used to disappointment.”

  He pulled away suddenly, shocking her with the sudden loss of the intimate contact. Cool air swirled around her soaking folds, an alarming shock to her system after such powerful arousal.

  The harsh ring of the telephone snapped her out of her haze. She lowered her leg, Ryan’s hands settling on her hips to hold her as she continued to tremble from such abrupt denial.

  She fought to find her bearings again. He’d knocked her completely off kilter and now stood there smiling as if he’d simply walked in and said hello. He leaned forward, surprising her when he lightly kissed the tip of her nose. “Just think, that was only with one finger. Imagine what I can do—”

  Another ring cut him off, causing her to grimace. She suddenly remembered where they were, the silence giving rise to panic. Nothing was coming from the speakers. She yanked open the door, rushed over to the soundboard and flipped the switch as she blew out what she hoped was a calming breath.

  “Sorry about that, folks, little bit of a technical difficulty. How about we drop a kick-ass chick-fronted band? Here’s Halestorm and their newest single Freak Like Me.”

  She queued up the
song, flipping off her microphone as she dropped into her overstuffed chair. The zipper of her pants still gaped open.

  Ryan came into the sound booth, hovering over her as he lifted a hand to run through her disheveled hair. His touch calmed her, soothing over the nerves he’d worked into a frenzy seconds ago.

  He leaned closer, scraping a kiss over her lips. His tongue sank into her mouth, brushing against hers with slow strokes for a deep, carnal kiss. “Come by my house when you’re finished here. Elena has Sanctuary booked tonight, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play.” The tips of his fingers brushed against her chin. “I haven’t masturbated in a very long time. But you, Beth, may just cause me to break my fast.”

  He left before she could say anything and, as she watched out the window, his muscular form grew smaller as he walked down Main lit only by antique street lamps. No doubt he was also wearing some kind of smug smile.

  He was dangerous for her. And not in the way Ethan had been.

  Ryan didn’t have to carry around a bad-ass whip or wear leathers to signal he was the best damn Dom around. He simply was the best damn Dom around.

  He represented a slippery slope much like the snowboard pipe at the nearby ski resort. The very same one she knew she’d visit once winter arrived. Though she cherished the idea of him slipping the thick length of his cock into her, she knew falling for him was one of the worst ideas she’d ever had. Possibly even more than her decision to stay with Ethan when he’d treated her so badly.

  Falling for Ryan would be an epic fail.

  * * * * *

  The clock next to Ryan’s bed glowed bright blue, signaling the ungodly hour of four. The sound of car ties crunching over rocks made him sit up and stretch his arms.

  He’d taken his time driving home after the scorching hot encounter with Beth at the radio station. What would be the point of rushing? He wouldn’t be able to sleep until she showed up. His arousal level was too damn high and, despite what he’d said at the station, he wasn’t interested in jerking off in order to relieve the pressure.

  Not when he planned to finally bury himself inside her very tempting pussy.

  He hadn’t intended to torment her as he had, but her annoyance had gotten the better of him. All he’d wanted to do was overshadow her frustration with his own brand of distraction. If she was going to be at her wit’s end about something, he wanted to be the one responsible. Which was exactly why he hadn’t given her the release and left her so unfulfilled.

  Another level of his control.

  He was prepared to explain a little more to her, but as he stepped out onto the porch, his words died in this throat. The frustration he’d seen earlier in her eyes was gone. Instead, the heat he’d seen—the heat he’d put there—shined in her gaze.

  “I wasn’t sure if I was even going to come out here.” She’d left her hair down so it hung down her back in loose waves. Even with the distance between them he saw her nipples pebbling against the chilly autumn air.

  His cock jumped to attention in his jeans.

  He put a leash on the sudden surge of arousal, knowing this wasn’t supposed to be about him, and casually leaned against a support post for his porch. He wanted to make certain she came to him.

  The sound of her car door shutting echoed off the surrounding trees. She walked toward him, clearly determined to get the relief he’d denied her. She was about to find out she was going to be sorely disappointed. Oh she’d get some respite from the ache undoubtedly threading through her, but she’d leave wanting even more.

  He stepped off the porch, gesturing for her to come closer. “Walk to the treeline, you’ll find a well-worn path there. Follow it. You’ll know when to stop.” She nodded and started to move away but stopped when he touched her arm. “Naked by the time I arrive, understood?”

  Her eyes glinted in delight. “Yes Sir.”

  Satisfied with her response, he gestured for her to go ahead of him to the walkway between the house and his workshop. When she disappeared into the spread of trees, he entered the house again, scooping up a few things he anticipated needing, and dropped them into a duffel bag he slung over his shoulder.

  The autumn breeze blew chilly through his hair as he stepped off the porch and swung around behind the house. When he shivered, he realized he’d forgotten to put on a shirt when he’d gotten out of bed. A flash of something moving in the breeze caught his eye and as he stepped closer, he dismissed his shirtless state. He smiled when he recognized the band of colorful, spandex-clad superheroes on the shirt Beth had been wearing when she’d arrived.

  Arousal speared hot as lightning through him as he lifted the shirt off the branch and put it to his face. Her flowery scent warmed his entire body through and through. He tucked the shirt into his back pocket and set down the path again, wondering what treasure he’d find next.

  A few minutes later, he had his answer. Her well-worn jeans hung over the branch of a tree along the path. He scooped those up as well, slinging them over his shoulder. He knew he was close to the area he’d directed her to and turned to see her thin bra hanging from a branch at eye level. That meant….ah yes, her underwear hung from a protrusion on a gnarled tree to his right. Tucking the thin scrap of material into his pocket along with the shirt, he leaned against a tall oak.

  Like his room at the warehouse, he kept an array of implements in a space he’d cleared out in the middle of the forest. He hadn’t used these pieces in quite some time but always made certain he’d taken care of their upkeep. Most of them still looked brand new. Beth stood in the center of these, naked but for the hiking boots she’d kept on to protect her feet and those secretive cuffs encircling her wrists.

  Not naked as he’d instructed.

  He’d expected the cuffs to stay in place. He still needed to push on the reason for their existence. But the boots? He applauded her ingenuity but would punish her later because they went against his orders.

  She flashed him a bright smile. The sight of her so bared to him kicked his libido into overdrive so fast, he nearly missed what she said all together. “Another interesting collection you have.”

  “Nice to know it meets my sub’s approval.”

  He watched as she turned away, giving him an unobstructed view of her perfect ass. As much as he wanted to cross the space to take her up in her arms, based on her reaction to the equipment at the warehouse, he wanted to watch her closely. Gauge her reactions and anticipate her needs a bit better. She was definitely more at ease than before, judging by the way she kept her hands folded neatly behind her back.

  That was, until she came to stand in front of one of the pieces.

  She paused, her fingers brushing over the metal arm of the item. Her delicate touch was in contradiction to the harsh and unforgiving surface of the steel. Even with the distance between them, he noticed the flash of interest he immediately wanted to exploit.

  He stood beside her in a matter of seconds, pressing his body against hers as he dropped the duffel at his feet. She gasped, spinning around to face him. Though there was no mistaking her interest in the item, there was also an emotion that worried him.

  “What is it, Beth?” He combed his fingers through her hair. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she swallowed.

  “Ethan had a piece of equipment similar to this.” Ryan’s stomach turned over as his hold on her firmed. He pushed against her arm to spin them both out of sight of the piece, but she resisted. Her gaze stayed trained on the item as she continued. “He would tie me onto it in the middle of the club. As if he was presenting me as some kind of sacrificial offering with my ass as the prize. He would just stand there beside me while whoever felt like it was allowed to take their turn.

  “Most of them were pretty forgettable and I could shut them completely away. But there was this one guy. This one jerkoff who called himself Murdock. If I tried to distance myself from what was happening, he would slap me so hard my vision would blur. He said it was because he wanted to make damn sure
I was right in the moment. That I knew exactly who he was and that he was the one in charge.”

  The way her voice trembled caused his gut to clench. “Beth, stop.”

  She set a hand on his forearm, squeezing tightly. “It’s all right. You need to know this kind of thing. I got past all of this awhile ago. I knew coming to you would dredge all these emotions and feelings to the surface again.”

  She was right, as much as it pained him to admit and watch her go through it. He needed to know more of what she faced at the hands of the bastard so he could tailor their scenes to be the most effective to the hurdles she faced.

  “Go on,” he urged even though it tore his gut apart to listen to the tremble in her voice.

  “One night, more than likely in anticipation of Ethan’s generosity, he brought along something he prized to share with me. Just with me, he’d said, because I was special. I’d earned it for not behaving as I was supposed to. After Ethan tied me down, Murdock placed a gag in my mouth. He said I hadn’t earned the right to scream. I wasn’t supposed to make a sound while he beat me. I didn’t either.” She shivered, but Ryan knew it wasn’t from the chill in the air.

  “I was screaming in my head for him to stop, but I barely even breathed for fear of upsetting Ethan’s best friend. I knew they would both come after me tenfold if I disappointed either of them. I kept telling myself that if I could just get through the night, I would be okay. Needless to say, after the first session with Murdock’s cane, I couldn’t sit for a week. Thankfully the station had recently elevated the soundboards, so I could stand while I worked.”

  Though he’d already thought about marking her pretty tan skin, he hadn’t intended to do anything remotely close to the horror she’d described. “He intended to. He didn’t want you to forget and always be reminded of what was done.”

  “Oh I remember all right. Murdock repeated the session every week for two months straight. Just as the bruises started to fade, he’d come along and lay down a new pattern. I’m surprised I have any feeling at all in my ass and thighs because of that damn cane. Ethan just laughed it off like it was some big game to him. I think they both got off on it big time.”