by Mia Downing
“I can smell how aroused you are. I love your scent, you know. Sometimes I swear I can smell you on me even at work, with all of those men around me. A gentle flower in the midst of hell.” His finger eased along the side of her panties, and she would have done anything at that point to have him inside her.
“Just fuck me, please.”
“Well that didn’t take long.” His hands went to the sides of her panties, pulling the strings from her hips. “But you’re not supposed to talk, so you’ll have to wait even longer now.”
He yanked, ripping the material of her panties, the sting of the elastic against her skin biting, yet welcomed. He couldn’t get to her pussy if it was still there. And she wanted him to have access.
“Your legs are sexy, too, you know. So long and lean, hard from all that running they make you do. I almost miss Emma’s softer thighs at times. She was beautiful, too, in different ways than Kate.”
He then licked a path up her inner thigh, pausing when he reached the juncture, his breath hot on her clit. His tongue tapped the hard nub, and she bucked her hips and almost came, the shock so intense. More moisture gathered, sliding down the crack of her ass.
“So light on the trigger,” he whispered. “Don’t you dare come without my permission.”
“Chase, I’m sorry. Please, just fuck me. Don’t you want to fuck me?” She bucked her hips again, knowing his mouth, his cock, his fingers were out there somewhere. She needed one of them, any of them, to take her over the edge.
He slapped her ass again, harder, and she bit her lip on a moan of frenzy. “Bad, bad spy.” Both hands eased between her legs, his fingers parting her pussy lips further.
Before she could cry out with joy, he clamped something right behind her clit. The joy burned and smoldered deep in her pussy, the muscles clenching on the note of pain. She tried to pull her knees together but met with the resistance of the straps at her ankles.
Just when she didn’t think she could stand the pleasure one more second, he did something with something jingly, at each clamp. “This is what happens to bad spies.” A chain jingled, and the clamps pulled on each nipple and her clit.
The tug ignited into a ball of flame that exploded from both nipples down to her pussy, then back to her nipples. She screamed in frustration, rattling the restraints at her wrists, stamping her feet. A tear ran down her cheek, and his tongue lapped it up.
“You’re beginning to understand what sweet torture I can give you.”
“I hate you.”
“I warned you that you would.” He lowered his head and sucked her clit, taking the clamp in his teeth, pulling. Then the chain jingled, and she tensed a second before he pulled again, yanking her to the edge of bliss. “How much can you take, before I break you?”
Why couldn’t she come? That last tug should have shot her over the edge, but he knew right how to keep her there, under his thumb. She clenched her pussy muscles rhythmically, trying to milk them to achieve orgasm but nothing seemed to move. Damn him.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please,” she said on a sob.
The rip of foil and the squeaking of latex gave her a shiver. He would fuck her now. Finally. He moved on the bed, and then she felt his cock nudge her pussy lips. She drew in a breath and he entered her in one swift stroke, the slight burn of stretching welcome torture.
She thought she’d find pleasure, but fear grew as she realized she was so wrong. He was careful not to come in contact with any part of her except his cock deep inside her. She wanted to bear his weight, to wrap her legs around him, feel his arms on her, him kissing her. But she was so, so close to orgasm, the pressure building, hovering. Now she understood the meaning of sweet torture.
“Tell me what you need to come.” He thrust again, softer, slower, and she strained against her restraints. “You need to tell me what you need, if you want to have it.”
She wasn’t going to beg for him to hold her. “I’m so afraid.”
“Tell me.”
“I need you to tell me to come. I need you to command it.”
“But you haven’t screamed for me.” He pulled the chain again, and the shock of pleasure from her nipples to her clit was more intense, a deeper pain, a deeper need.
“Egotistical bastard!” she screamed in Chinese, wanting to hit him, hold him, wanting to come more than anything. He tugged again, and the wave of pleasure was stronger than a tidal wave, but it never crashed around her, hovering, just like her orgasm.
“Egotistical bastard,” she screamed in Italian.
“That’s two.” He laughed, low and sexy. “Then come. Come for me, love.” He leaned into her, kissing her neck, his entire hard form pressing hers, the weight of his hips perfect. He thrust harder. His pubic bone bumped the clit clamp, and it sent her over the edge.
She came, her toes curling, the ribbons of joy extending outward, along every nerve ending. She bit his neck, sucking hard, her fingers clenching the chains of the restraints as she sobbed on the last contraction of pleasure, her pussy pulsing around his hard cock. He pulled out and removed the clamp on her clit, kissing the area with his hot lips. Then he removed the nipple clamps and kissed those in turn.
“Good girl.”
She panted. Though it was one hell of an orgasm, she didn’t feel sated. But she didn’t know if she could take much more. “Is that it?”
“Do you want that to be it?”
“I don’t know.” She trembled still, her entire being zinging from the pleasure. But a part of her was afraid what it would take for him to allow himself release. She knew he’d push his own limits harder than he was stretching hers. What else could he do to her?
“But I haven’t finished telling you what part of you excites me.” He leaned between her legs, and his tongue found her sensitive clit. He sucked gently and slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, pushing up on her G-spot. If he hadn’t restrained her, she would have leaped from the bed, the shock of lust abrupt, slamming into her, making her pant with renewed need.
He lifted his head. “You can have many orgasms, love. I’m going to give you another. But I think you need something first.” He rose, and she heard the stupid drawer again—she now hated it—and a bottle of something being opened, and squeezed. She could only imagine what toys he’d use.
He returned and something cold and wet nudged her pussy. “A little something, just for you.” He slid it inside—cool, smooth, slick, thicker than his cock, yet not as long. He returned his mouth to her pussy, his lips sucking her clit, then his tongue lapped a path, rimming the vibrator. He turned it on and it hummed inside her, the nerve endings deep inside protesting.
“I think it’s time you sucked my cock some. I’ve done all the work.” He removed the condom, the latex squeaking again. The bed creaked, and he straddled her, his thighs along the sides of her chest. She heard the thump of his hands on the wall and pictured his palms above the headboard, supporting himself. The tip of his cock touched her lips, and she opened her mouth. She took him in, tasting her muskiness mingled with his tangy, salty male essence.
“Open wider.”
She did, and he slid in almost to his full length, pumping her mouth gently.
“I love how you suck at just the right time, just as I start to withdraw from your sweet mouth, those pink lips wrapped around the base. Your mouth is definitely a part of you that turns me on, but it’s not my favorite part of you. My cock disagrees, but he’s outvoted.”
She moaned around him, her teeth gently scraping the silky skin of his shaft, the veins soft speed bumps to her tongue. She wanted him deeper in her mouth, harder, but he withdrew.
“That’s enough,” he said, and she whimpered as he left. “I’m going to come in your ass tonight. I didn’t get to fuck it our birthday weekend, if you recall. I told you I wouldn’t take you to the dark side.”
His hand skimmed her hip, her belly, her thigh. “Last night, we opened the door to the dark side, and you stepped in for a
small taste. Well, here we are, smack in the middle of it. Welcome to the dark side, love. And we’ve played enough that you’re ready for me.”
He rose and must have loosened the restraints that held her feet because he lifted each leg, bending them slightly. Another foil packet ripped, latex rolled, lube squirted. His heat loomed hot between her legs again, and he used a hand to tilt her hips to the right angle. Excitement built in her stomach, twirling faster with the threat of the darkness he offered.
She would be his, totally. He would own her fully, and it seemed right, seeing tomorrow she’d become nothing.
His cock tapped her clit, then slid around, the head exploring the edge of the vibrator. Then he eased down and the head bumped her tight rosette, the condom slick with lube though she had given him enough moisture to suffice. She bit her lip, straining against her restraints, wanting this, yet wishing he’d stop.
“I wish you could see how incredible you look. Your legs spread wide for me, your pussy so wet, full with that vibrator, welcoming, your ass waiting for me. More virgin territory. I was a lucky man when I met you.”
He eased in, just the head inside her tight hole, the burn exquisite. “You have to relax, love. Let me in.”
She did, clenching the chains harder in her hands as she forced the rest of her to relax. He sank deeper, filling her slowly, inch by inch. She trembled, not knowing how much she could take, the fullness between her pussy and ass breathtaking. Her ass burned slightly, but it was joined with a note of pleasure that fed off the burn, the stretch. She was finally completely his, and she sobbed at the thought of it.
“What do you need to come, love?” He gave a small thrust and her nerve endings sang, rejoiced.
“Will you kiss my breasts, please?”
“Of course.” He leaned into her, thrusting deeper, his lips capturing her nipple. They were still sensitive from the clamps and his mouth was gentle, coaxing.
“Oh, Chase,” she breathed, the pain lessening in her ass, the vibrator humming in her pussy. She still wanted to wrap her legs around him, but she found that if she could figure out ways to get him to lean into her, to give her the body contact she craved, the pleasure was more intense.
“No talking unless it’s a question. Last warning.” He kissed her neck, then ran his tongue to her ear. He nibbled the lobe, circling along the outside. “Are you close?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip and tried to move her hips in time with his thrusts. She needed more, though. Did she dare ask? He’d punish her for it. “I want to watch your face as you come.”
“I don’t know if I can allow that.” He thrust harder, the tempo matching the rate the pressure in her core built.
“I’ll do anything. Please. Just let me see you. Let me come. I’m begging.” She arched up, tugging against her restraints. Why it was so important, she didn’t know. She just had to see him. Now. “Please?” she sobbed.
He stilled, and she wondered what was stopping him. “You’ll need to pay for that.”
“I’ll give you anything you ask.”
He slid off her blindfold, and she met his eyes in the soft candlelight, as sinful as dark chocolate, lusty. So in control.
But it lasted only a split second, and then it was as if he lost it all, every ounce of control except for a tiny thread that kept him linked to sanity. His breathing raged, as if the lust he’d held behind his self-imposed constraints burst forth through his lungs. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, fraught with wrinkled concentration.
She did that to him, and she hated it. Hated that he had to feel this way, that for whatever reasons, he couldn’t just let go and love her. She was no good for him. She knew that now.
She closed her eyes and he grabbed her chin. “Oh, no. You look at me.”
Kate’s eyes flew open on his hoarse command. She’d never seen him so intense, his face lined with tension, the cords of his neck straining. “Tell me you love me,” he commanded.
It took a moment for his words to sink in, for her to see his torture. His battle. Oh, God, this is what he needed. Her love. Not control like he thought. He craved love. But she couldn’t answer. His first command not to love him overrode the second.
A sob tore from her throat, and suddenly her body couldn’t take anymore. His need threw her over the edge, and she came, harder than she’d ever come before, shaking, every muscle pulsing, her pussy twitching around the vibrator, the spasms white-hot, blinding.
And just when she thought she was done, he touched another vibrator to her clit, pumping her ass harder, and she came again on a wail, her toes cramping, tears hot on her cheeks, running down to spill in her ears.
He shuddered, stiffened and then thrust once, twice, and heat flooded the condom. He slumped against her, wrapping his strong arms around her, the hair on his chest tickling her sensitive nipples.
“Emma,” he whispered in her ear, kissing the lobe, her neck. He was still for a long moment, breathing ragged, his skin damp against hers, hot.
Then he slowly rose and undid her restraints, kissing the skin where they’d held her captive, his mouth hot, gentle. He turned off the vibrator and removed it as well, and then finally went into the bathroom.
Once free, she curled into a ball, hugging her knees, unable to stop the tears. She loved him. She hated him. And she wanted nothing more than to do as he commanded.
“Did I hurt you?” He returned and washed her gently with a warm cloth, then crawled on the bed behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, his cock still semi-hard against her ass. “You were very brave.”
She wasn’t brave. She was desperate. She shook her head and hugged her knees tighter. “The weekend of our birthday, you commanded me not to love you.”
“Yes.”
“You can’t have it both ways.”
He sighed against her back. “I’m sorry.”
“So which is it?”
“I’m sorry, Katelyn. I won’t let you love me.”
It was the first time he’d ever called her by her new given name. She’d only been Kate to him. She sniffed. He’d called her Emma, though, when he came.
His answer didn’t surprise her. Always the boss, and work would be the death of them both. She sniffed again, the tears stopping, and she rolled to face him. “Are you still hard?”
“Sorta. Why?”
“I need you to just…lie on top of me, be inside if you can. I need that. No condom. Just us.”
“Anything.”
She sniffed again. He’d do anything but let her love him. She rolled to her back and he eased between her legs. Then he sank into her, his cock barely hard but firm enough to stretch her pussy for access. He wrapped his arms around her, and she sighed under his weight. She was too tired to wrap her legs around his waist and keep them there, so she wrapped them around his thighs and locked her ankles.
The candles sputtered and died, and the room became dark, with just the glow of the moon to outline his face as he drew back to stare down at her. His fingers traced her eyebrows, down her nose, around her lips, to her jaw. As if he was memorizing her, learning her forever. She didn’t need to do that. He was already so deeply branded she’d never forget.
He rested his head again, and she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your real name? I doubt your parents named you Chase.” She already knew, from her snooping. But she had to hear it from his lips, as if his given name would connect him closer to her.
“Charles. Charles Alexander Sanders, Jr. Bishop was my mother’s maiden name.”
She nodded. “You never told me what part of me turned you on the most.”
“Oh.” He kissed her throat and then her lips, gently. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
He hesitated, as if weighing what he’d pay to tell her. “Your mind turns me on. I find how you think—so super scary smart—so incredibly hot. I almost came in the office today when you told me that bomb was your technology, not your father’s.
She blinked, unable to believe what she just heard. He loved that about her. Surely, it was just an expression. “You’re joking, right? You are attracted to my mind. I knew that information would piss you off. That’s why I told you.”
“Chase the boss, yes, he was pissed. But Chase the lover…that made him want you even more than when you taunted him with Jake. I love it when you whisper those chemical names to me. And that one time, when you recited gun facts…I thought I would die a happy man, without even being touched.”
He hugged her closer. “And sometimes, watching you learn the ropes, watching you stumble over things that are so easy for me, I forget how brilliant you are. And then you throw me a curveball that I couldn’t catch if I wanted to, like today, and you remind me how damned lucky I am.”
She closed her eyes on his admission, fighting back the tears. He really had found her attractive, as Emma. Intelligence was the only thing they shared, except for their love of Chase. Maybe, though, he loved that part of her more than her beauty.
“I know you bust my ass because I’m good-looking, but I think you forget sometimes that I’m a smart guy. It’s easy to find a woman equal to me in looks. It’s almost impossible to find one that by far exceeds me in intelligence. Until I met you.” He shifted his hips. “Am I too heavy?”
“No, it’s part of the pleasure. Knowing I’m strong enough, woman enough to bear your weight.”
Chase smiled against her cheek, and she knew it was a smug, egotistical one. “I told you that you were a submissive.”
She hesitated on his words. Yes, she was submissive. But she was his submissive. No one else’s. She wasn’t allowed to love him. But God help her, she could belong to him. She could be only his, even if it was only in her soul. He said if bad things happened, she could go there with him and he would keep her safe. In that place, she could love him. And maybe, he could love her back.