Our Rules

by Jennifer Kacey

  She opened her mouth to say something, but instead she cried out as he entered her with one long thrust.

  He pulled out, grabbed behind her knee and lifted her leg even higher then pushed back inside. “Fuck. So wet, Tabby Cat. I think you need this almost as much as I do.”

  “More,” she forced out through gritted teeth. She didn’t want to beg. Not this early. He’d just drag it out longer because he’d know how much she wanted it.

  He reached around her to roll the tips of his fingers across her clit.

  “Uhhh,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

  “Feel good?”

  His breath on her cheek made her bite her lip again. “Yes.”

  “You just got wetter, you dirty girl.” He thrust until his balls touched the lips of her sex. His cock jerked once, again, then he pulled out.

  A whimper slipped free.

  He chuckled and lowered her leg. “I love the noises you make. Can’t wait to hear them with my handprint on your ass.”

  The straps to her outfit slipped from her shoulders when Wes slid them off, then he shoved the sheer fabric down over her hips.

  “So delicious. Clothing barely on. Beautiful. But nothing is better than you naked.” He tossed the material on the bed and eyed her again. “Kick off the shoes, too. I have plans for you.” Shoving at his pants, he then ditched those as she got rid of her shoes. Quickly they were both naked. “On the bed, Tabby Cat. Sit back on your heels with your back facing me. You and I have a date with a new batch of six-millimeter jute I just finished processing this morning.”

  “That’s going to be scratchy.” She walked over to the bed and climbed on, not at all displeased with the idea of longer-lasting rope marks.

  “Such a lucky girl you are, to help me break it in.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You are so very welcome.” Grabbing his bag, he then set it on the corner of the bed. He unzipped it and pulled out three or four bundles of natural fiber. The tied ends were his normal style. The rope was wound tight just like he always did, but it was obviously not coiled as it normally was. “It’s gonna take me a few minutes to recoil this. I didn’t want to be late so I wound it up and put it in.” He glanced up at her. “Plus, I liked the idea of you watching me wrap it, knowing full well it was just to taunt you.”

  She shivered, knowing how delicious the rope would feel on her skin—abrasive yet still soft somehow as it moved across her flesh.

  “I can smell your pussy juice. So dirty. Get your fingers on your clit. Little circles, soft, teasing. I want you dripping by the time I put your hands behind your back.”

  Tabitha slid her fingers onto her sex before he finished speaking. She already knew he wouldn’t let her come. Not yet. Not until he tied her up. Bound her. Made her beg for it.

  Over her shoulder she watched him.

  Standing beside the bed, cock jutting from his hips, he taunted her just as much as the rope did. That man was potent. Second sexiest man she’d ever been with.

  Her entire body shuddered as he finished the last rope, she spread the wetness sliding from her core.

  “Let me see those fingers, dirty girl.”

  She held them up and jerked again as he sucked one then another into his mouth.

  “Delicious.” He licked the tip of one slick digit, staring at her.

  Heat rose from her chest, working its way higher.

  “You’re the perfect mix of innocent and wicked, Tabby Cat.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  He reached back into his bag and brought out a blindfold.

  Tabitha automatically swiveled back around to face the wall.

  Wes slipping the material over her eyes made her heart race. It pumped hard, and the rest of her senses kicked into a higher gear to make up for the loss of her sight.

  His hand caressing along her spine brought on a full moan. The low guttural sound shocked her and she cut it off, clamping her teeth together.

  “I want to hear you. Don’t stifle your reaction or I’ll be forced to push a few of your buttons.”

  That thought both excited and terrified her.

  After positioning her arms behind her, he wound the rope about her wrists. Once. Twice.

  The rope against her skin already had her sinking into that magical place where bondage took her. Some ethereal location so high she couldn’t see the ground anymore. Where she felt no fear and grew ever closer to the man who possessed every piece of her.

  Michael.

  Wes wrapped the rope around her chest twice and tied it in the back, creating a stem. He secured it under her arms and repeated the process beneath her breasts. Each pass bound her to him, pulling her tighter under his control. His dominance. He was careful of her hair as he tied her, making sure it didn’t get caught in the rope. Such a simple gesture, but she focused on it, anticipating each shift of his body against hers as he finished her chest harness.

  Being tied by Wes was amazing. Him fucking her while she was in his rope? Unbelievable.

  “Open.”

  Something smooth brushed against her lips and she followed his instruction. A latex ball fit between her teeth, barely, and he fastened the gag behind her head.

  “So sexy.”

  He bit her shoulder and her unf around the gag made him bite harder. Or so she thought as she squeaked through the pain.

  “My teeth marks on you. Fuck. Michael’s definitely going to see that one when he gets here.” He brushed her hair to the other side then wrenched a handful of it until she yelped. “Pretty sure you need a matching set.” After tilting her head to the side, he bit her again. Hard.

  Her torso quivered and she wanted to rub her legs together, but she didn’t. Because he hadn’t told her to.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as he yanked her up onto her knees by the hold he had in her hair. Pleasure raced to the top of her head and she squeezed her eyes shut when he pushed two fingers into her greedy sex.

  “You realize you’re going to have to earn my cock tonight, right? Especially after I made an extra trip to see you earlier this week.”

  “Uh-huh,” was all she could manage around the gag.

  He flipped her over across his lap and slapped her hard on one cheek, then the other. Back and forth, again and again. She lost count almost immediately.

  His fingers slid through the juicy wetness between her thighs and he filled her pussy again. “So fucking soaked.”

  He found a rhythm set to erase any composure she had left, but too soon he pulled his fingers away. He squeezed one of her cheeks then swatted her again.

  “My handprint. Here. Here. I can already see how pink your ass is going to be when I’m done with you.” He traced the outline of a mark he’d put on her.

  The soft touch was almost too much to take.

  So devilish. The sensation of hard and soft pushed her buttons so aggressively and he knew it.

  She couldn’t process the needs running through her before he’d already switched to the other kind of touch. Both equally destroyed any barriers she tried to put up between them.

  “There she is,” Wes whispered.

  Tucking her head against the side of the bed, she tried in vain to hide from him. But he knew her body so well that not being able to see her face changed nothing.

  Her panting breaths expanded inside the room as he filled her pussy again.

  “I feel you clamping down on my fingers, getting ready to orgasm.” He pulled his hand away and she whined at the loss of sensation. “I know how close you are.” Moving her again, he put her chest down on the bed but her lower half was still up on her knees so her ass was in the air. His five o’clock shadow brushed her thighs a moment before he lashed his tongue along the sensitive lips of her sex. “I wanted a taste before I fuck you.”

  The mattress dipped and she heard the foil of a condom package ripping right before he climbed on behind her. Then he was there, surging forward, pushing in deep. One. Long. Thrust.

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bsp; His balls touched her clit and she was instantly ready to come. Her muscles clamped down on him and he clenched his jaw shut for a second. “Your pussy is like a Dyson, baby. You suck me in. The pleasure your body gives me…” His hand came crashing down on her upturned ass again.

  She fisted her hands behind her back, over and over against the opposite arms she held on to because of the harness binding her upper limbs together.

  As if he’d heard her thoughts, he grabbed onto the stem at her back.

  “The perfect handle,” he told her as he used it to fuck her even harder. Deeper.

  She tightened her fists as he fucked her.

  “Hurt?” he asked her as he pushed in farther.

  Nodding with a grunt was all she could do with her jaw locked around the gag.

  “Good.”

  He pushed her down on the bed, kneeing her thighs wide so he could take her. With one hand in her hair, he pushed the other between her and the mattress. “Wet pussy, Tabby Cat. I think somebody likes it rough.”

  Responding wasn’t an option.

  All she could do was ride his fingers as he rubbed her clit.

  A keening cry erupted from inside her when she came.

  “Fuck, yes. Just like that. Come for me,” he commanded in her ear. He bit her earlobe. “Give it to me. Such a dirty little hot wife, coming on my cock and fingers.”

  Her entire body thrashed beneath his and he put more weight on her, trapping her arms between them.

  And his fingers never stopped moving. Never.

  She came again with a wail, trying to shake her head, but she couldn’t fight the hold he had on her hair.

  “Your pussy gets so tight when you come. You’re gonna suck the cum from my balls.” He pulled out of her and off to the side of the bed. “Fuck. I’m gonna come all over your face. The gag. The blindfold.” He reached back between her legs as she panted, trying to catch her breath. “Your wet pussy on my palm. So dirty.”

  He gathered her slick juices on his hand, and the scent of her pussy reached her nose as he came closer.

  The rhythmic beat as he jacked his cock was all she could hear. Then his hand landed on her ass.

  She jerked, twisting on the bed to get away from the pain—or find more.

  “Fuuuccckkkk.”

  His cum landed across her lips and the gag. The second stripe of his possession hit her on the cheek. Her abdomen contracted as he came and he grabbed her ass, squeezing the marks he’d made.

  “So. Dirty,” he praised, and another pulse of cum hit her chest.

  Her body relaxed, the pain and pleasure mixing together until she floated free of everything into a magic location called subspace. Nothing could touch her there. No worry or fear. Only happiness and pleasure.

  The high from Wes spanking her, making her come, coming on her, was only eclipsed by one thing.

  Getting to tell Michael about it while he was deep inside her ass.

  She sighed and took a deep breath, wondering if he’d come in during the scene.

  Time ceased to run normally during a scene with Wes. Afterward was always a slideshow of certain moments she remembered, but things got lost in the middle.

  She remembered groaning when he took the gag out and his chuckle that followed. Then the cool air from the room’s A/C as he wiped off her face with a warm cloth.

  The soreness of her arms settled in as he climbed back onto the bed and removed her harness.

  Then he pulled off the blindfold. The lights were so bright as she struggled to see.

  It took her a little bit to focus when she opened her eyes.

  Glancing around…

  No Michael.

  Dread grew inside her but she pushed it back. Maybe he’d gotten stuck in traffic.

  “Let’s get you under the covers so you don’t get cold.”

  Wes maneuvered her body beneath the sheet and comforter and climbed in beside her.

  Pleasure still raced through her veins and she tucked her arms up between them as he rubbed her back. “You’re exquisite, Tabby Cat.”

  “Thanks,” she sort of mumbled, and licked her lips. They were still a bit dry from the gag. “Mmm. The gag.”

  “Thought you’d like that. Fuck, you looked good in it.”

  “Mmm. Rope,” she added on a sigh.

  “You’re rope drunk.”

  “And cock drunk.” She laughed and relaxed against him.

  For several minutes, they lay there and he ran his hands through her hair and across her back. And kissed her cheek.

  It was nice.

  But it wasn’t what she needed.

  And he wasn’t who she wanted it from.

  “Need some water?” he asked, startling her awake. “Sorry.” He kissed her cheek. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “Didn’t mean to fall asleep. Sorry. Haven’t been sleeping all that well lately.”

  “Rope, blindfolds and orgasms. If more doctors knew what to prescribe, I bet people would go to them more often.”

  Tabitha stretched and rolled onto her back, deliciously sore. “Water would be great.”

  He got out of bed, heading into the bathroom.

  She rubbed her eyes and glanced around again. Michael was most definitely still not there. “How long was I out?”

  With a glass of water in hand, he headed back toward her. “Ten minutes or so, I think. Not long.” He handed her the glass and pulled on clothes while she drained its contents. “More?” He nodded to the glass as he took it from her.

  “Love some more. Thirsty, I guess.”

  He winked at her. “Have to replenish all the fluid you lost.”

  His easy demeanor after they had sex was one of the things she liked most about him. She didn’t have to stroke his ego or act as if they had any kind of relationship other than what was on the surface, no matter how powerful he was in reality. It was just easy.

  But she honestly wanted him gone. Not because he’d done anything wrong but because her emotions were too close to the surface.

  Coming out of subspace was one thing. Being yanked out and thrust into a cesspool of disappointment was going to wreck her. She stared at the empty glass and tried hard not to panic.

  “Where’s Michael?” Wes asked. “I thought he was supposed to be here by now.” He said it from the bathroom, nonchalantly, and she was glad he couldn’t see her face.

  She stared at her phone as if it was a bomb ready to go off.

  “Running late?” It came out a question instead of an answer.

  Why hasn’t he texted?

  Or called?

  Something?

  She and Wes had been involved, but she’d have heard it.

  She held her phone in her lap as Wes came back in with more water.

  Taking the glass from him, she then pushed a button on her phone and swiped the screen to get it to come up. It came up on Michael’s text screen and her stomach dropped.

  “Want me to stick around till he gets here?”

  Tunnel vision sucked all of Tabitha’s attention to her phone. Her subspace high shattered as she read the messages waiting for her.

  The museum wants me to do two more buildings for them.

  So amazing!

  We’re talking specifics now.

  Running a little bit late.

  Not too much longer… I hope.

  Fuck, baby. They’re still here. I feel horrible. And my phone’s about to die.

  A few things to finish up.

  So sorry.

  Wes touched her shoulder and she jumped, spilling some of water from the glass she still held.

  Closer to tears than she’d been with anyone other than Michael, she shooed Wes out of the room. “It’s fine. He’ll be here in a minute or two, I’m sure.” Faking it wasn’t going to last much longer. The shakes set in and she didn’t want him to touch her again or he’d know something was wrong.

  Really wrong.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? The last thing I want to do is ba
il if you still need me here.”

  “I’m fine.” Totally not fine. And it wasn’t that she didn’t need someone. She just didn’t need him.

  “If you’re sure, then I’ll go. I’ll call you tomorrow to check on you. Okay?” He added the last word a few seconds later when she didn’t respond.

  “Mm-hmm. Tomorrow.”

  His eyebrows turned low into a vee, but he shouldered his bag and walked around to her side of the mattress. He kissed her head and she had to hold her breath to lock her muscles up tight and keep the tears in place.

  “Bye, Tabby Cat.”

  She attempted a smile and added a bit of a wave.

  He paused at the door for a second then he was gone.

  Silence set off her panic.

  Alone.

  She was completely alone.

  A submissive without her Dom.

  A wife without her husband.

  A friend without her other half.

  What a terrifyingly empty place.

  A dark place where fear and hurt and hopelessness snuck in to yank her down and drown her.

  She hadn’t heard the texts because she must have turned off the volume when she’d almost dropped it when Wes got there.

  How do I answer him?

  What do I say?

  Before she lost her nerve, she called his cell. Straight to voicemail. More than likely dead with no charger at work. Pushing the end call button, she cut off his voice in the middle of a sentence.

  That was how she felt.

  Cut off in the middle of something amazing because he wasn’t there.

  She needed him and her protector wasn’t there.

  Tabitha sat there under the covers, leaning against the headboard, trying to figure out what to text. Nothing. She had nothing.

  She had no clue how long she sat there staring at the screen. Long enough for it to go black.

  She set her phone down and reached for her water.

  Work. She could call him at work. But what would she say?

  A knock on the hotel room door startled her.

  Joy lifted her spirits and she bolted to the door. Then she had a moment of self-preservation and grabbed a blanket off the bed to wrap around herself.

  Excitement raced through her.

  Michael made it!