On His Knees

by Beth Williamson

  Janie!

  Her best friend since childhood and she’d set them up! Not only had Janie told Renny about the sex club, but Nicholas said Janie told him that Renny would be gone for the weekend!

  Goddamn her. Meddling, conniving, pushy woman. She’d always said Renny should have fought for her marriage instead of rolling over and dying and Janie apparently decided to do something about it. Renny slammed the glass down on the counter and marched back toward the bedroom.

  Well, if it was fireworks she wanted, Janie would get quite a show.

  When she stepped back in the room, Renny had a plan. Nicholas jumped a bit when she slammed into the room. His dark eyes widened when he gazed into hers.

  “Renny?”

  “Tell me the truth. Did you start going to sex clubs before or after we separated?” she snapped.

  His face blanched. “How did you find out about that?”

  “That’s not an answer.” She picked up the bat and poked him in the shoulder. “Before or after?”

  She held her breath, dreading his answer would be something she didn’t want to hear at all.

  “After, baby. I never cheated on you.”

  Renny stared into his soul for what seemed like an hour before she accepted his answer. Thank God. The last thing she needed was to be the other woman.

  “Who told you about it?” Nicholas asked quietly.

  She tossed the bat into the corner and picked up the scissors from the top of the dresser. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you went there for something you didn’t get from our marriage bed. That bothers me.”

  He apparently had no answer for that, although his mouth opened and closed, keeping an eye on the scissors closely.

  “I’m not the same person I was when we were married. I’d like to think I learned a lot in the last year about who I am and what I want in my life. Plain, ordinary vanilla is out, hot and spicy are in.”

  “I could tell that the second I saw those panties, Renny ... I ... uh, they were hot.” He shifted on the floor.

  “Hot?”

  He licked his lips and Renny’s stomach jumped. “Yeah, hot.”

  She stood over him and straddled his chest, giving him a clear view of her pussy. “How hot?”

  His hungry gaze centered on her and she immediately grew damp, a small trickle of moisture on her nether lips. She didn’t remember ever being so turned on by her husband in the ten years they were married. And here she was, nearly naked, and him tied up and all she could think about was fucking his brains out. She knew Nicky’s body. It was hard and delicious, and from the look of him, he’d kept up the workouts.

  She squatted down so she hovered right over his hip with her back to him, the heat from their bodies nearly connecting. After setting the scissors on the floor, she reached for the rope and noticed her hands shaking again, dammit.

  Control, Renny, control.

  “What’s it called?” She fumbled with the carabiner. After she released it, he straightened his legs with a groan, lightly brushing his jeans against her inner thighs. A shot of pure adrenaline slammed through her. Thank God she couldn’t see his face.

  “What?”

  She kneeled and put her heat directly on his outer leg, hissing at the contact. He jerked and Renny closed her eyes, trying to get hold of her runaway arousal.

  “The sex club. What was it called?” She picked at the knots, feeling the delicious rasp of his jeans on her heated core.

  “Called?” his voice had grown huskier. “Um, Nirvana. It’s called Nirvana.”

  She got his feet untied and flipped around to face him, shocked to see naked longing instead of his usually controlled expression.

  “Did you find it there?”

  “Find what?” he choked as she leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her breasts in the gaping opening of the robe.

  If her nipples got any harder, they might poke a hole in the damn thing.

  “Nirvana. It’s heaven, right? Or something like that?” She slowly unwound the knot around his hands, enjoying the way he simply lay there, letting her keep control.

  “No, I didn’t find it there.”

  She nodded as if she expected his response, which was far from the truth.

  “Tell me what you did there.” Her heart pounded in her chest as the last of the knots came loose. She untied him because she wanted to, because she knew Nicky didn’t want to hurt her or scare her.

  Because she wanted to see exactly what would happen when he wasn’t tied up at her mercy. Would he still want her to be in charge? The thought made her even wetter.

  A surge of excitement danced across Nicholas’ skin. Renny was different ... stronger, firmer, more in control. Something he hadn’t even known he needed until he visited Nirvana. Now he knew he was a sub by nature. A sub in need of a Dom and he hoped like hell Renny was open to the idea. He wouldn’t give her too much detail up front, just enough to have a taste of what could be between them.

  She picked up the scissors and to his utter surprise, started cutting his clothes off. Now that was something he’d never expected. The cold steel of the scissors slowly slid up his overheated skin and he shuddered with longing. Who knew his mousy ex-wife would end up being the woman he wanted so badly his teeth ached? His heart had known all along, had refused to give up on her. Perhaps it wasn’t too late.

  “What are you doing?”

  Renny glanced at him. “Making you naked.”

  “Why don’t you just take my clothes off instead of cutting them off?” His breath caught on the last word when the scissors flicked one nipple.

  She stopped immediately. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” He was in danger of blowing a load in his pants though.

  She pulled the remnants of his shirt off, then leaned down and bit his hardened nipples. “Mmm, much better.”

  Nicholas let out a shaky breath, hoping like hell this wasn’t just punishment. He wanted so much more, one of the reasons he came to her house that night. He needed more.

  Shifting down his body, Renny let her breasts press into his thigh. He couldn’t stop the moan from escaping. He swore he heard her chuckle.

  The scissors started again on his pants and he didn’t stop her. Didn’t say a damn word or even move. Instead he lay there, getting harder by the minute.

  Snip, snip, snip.

  Working her way up his pant legs, Renny nibbled and scraped her teeth on the exposed skin. It was the weirdest, yet most sensual experience of his life. By the time she’d shredded his pants, he shook with need. Her eyebrows shot up when she discovered he’d gone commando.

  “No panties, Nicky?” she mocked him.

  A slow flush crept up his cheeks. “It’s more comfortable.”

  She stared at his erection and licked her lips. “I like it.” As she settled her heat against his cock, he hissed along with her. After a moment of the skin against skin sizzle, she placed her hands against his chest, and stared into his eyes. “Tell me what you did. Don’t make me tie you up again.”

  One eyebrow rose. “Maybe later.”

  A flash of surprise preceded a vixenish grin. “Is that something you learned at Nirvana?”

  “Yes.”

  She leaned closer and her newly cropped hair brushed his jaw. “What else did you learn?”

  “May I touch you?”

  She blinked then nodded. “You may.”

  He reached up to cup her ample breasts, the nipples diamond hard against his hands. His mouth longed to pleasure them, but one step at a time. One small step at a time, even if it killed him.

  “That feels good,” she breathed. “Pinch them.”

  His heart skipped at beat at the command. God, to hear the love of his life speaking in that tone of voice was a dream come true. Nicholas parted the folds of the bathrobe and placed his hands on her heated skin. He couldn’t stop the shiver that traveled straight down his arms to his balls. Rolling the nipples between his fingers, he gently thrust his hips
upward against her mons.

  She caught his rhythm and pushed down against him. When Nicky flicked one nipple with his nails, she slapped his hand.

  “No. Naughty boy!” She waggled her finger at him.

  He was surprised yet pleased she reacted as she did. Renny definitely showed signs of being a natural dominant.

  “May I lick them?”

  “No, you may not.”

  A test. Definitely a test. He continued pinching and teasing her, never stopping or changing his position. Renny was definitely catching on. Thank God.

  “I’m not sure I quite understand what’s happening, but it damn sure feels good.” She said huskily.

  Nicholas smiled. “You’re taking control. Do you like it?”

  She pushed her breasts against his hands and looked down into his eyes. “The question is, do you?”

  A million questions flew through his mind, followed by a one answer.

  “Yes.”

  Renny felt like she was in a different dimension, one where she and Nicholas had never separated, never gone to bed without kissing each other good night, and never ended their relationship with a whimper.

  Surges of pure Grade-A arousal raced through her, making every hair on her body stand at attention. Her heart thumped hard and fast, like a jackrabbit. This wasn’t the languid arousal that affected her when she used her new sex toys. It was more like turning music on really loud and shocking your body and brain into action at once.

  Hard and heavy, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It had to do with the way Nicholas was giving her control, letting her tell him what to do. She felt powerful, sexy, and incredibly feminine. At the same time, she felt out of control because she didn’t know what to do. She followed her instincts and his gentle prodding.

  As it was, she was on the verge of an orgasm from simply having him touch her breasts.

  “What’s next ... Mistress?”

  The name skipped across her skin like a caress. Mistress.

  “Why did you call me that?” She sat back, almost painfully removing her breasts from his amazing hands.

  He stared hard at her ripe nipples before meeting her gaze. “I wanted to. Do you think you can be a Mistress?”

  “What does it mean to be a Mistress?” She definitely liked the sound of it, the sound of power turned her on like she couldn’t believe. Curiosity, arousal, and downright naughtiness swirled around inside her.

  His hands twitched on her legs, as if he couldn’t sit still, as if he wanted to put them back on her breasts but didn’t want to without permission.

  “It means you tell me what to do, what to feel, how to pleasure you. And I obey.”

  Obey.

  “You do what I tell you to do?”

  “Yes.”

  “You do nothing without me telling you to do it?”

  “Yes.”

  “I am Mistress.”

  “I am yours.”

  A shiver worked its way down her body to land squarely in her pussy, which throbbed and clenched with excitement. She’d never known the very thought of having a man be at her command would engender the most intense feelings of longing she’d ever had.

  “Good. Then you may touch my breasts again and this time, use your mouth.”

  The eagerness in his eyes almost undid her. He pulled the robe off her shoulders, a soft caress of silk on her overheated body. Fingertips lightly traced a path down her arms to circle her nipples. She held her breath until she grew lightheaded. When his fingers finally reached the sensitive tips, she moaned.

  “Does that feel good, Mistress?”

  “Mmmmm, yes.” She leaned forward, eager for the next step.

  He didn’t disappoint her. The first touch of his hot tongue felt like fire on her skin. Wicked laving, followed by sucking that echoed through her body. Sweet, wet pleasure. She wanted more though. Much more.

  “Bite them.”

  His teeth closed over one nipple, nibbling and bringing her to hardened peaks that she’d never achieved before.

  “God yes, harder.”

  A sharp snap of pain joined the pleasure and she slid her wetness back and forth slightly on his erection. Renny hadn’t known his tongue was so double jointed or that he could give such amazing sensual ecstasy. Before she even realized she was close to coming, an orgasm ripped through her, leaving behind a shuddering wake of tingles that even made her toes shake.

  He continued to pleasure her nipples, back and forth until Renny thought she’d lose her mind.

  “Stop.”

  He released her immediately and she was able to take a deep breath. The throbbing in her pussy reminded her that although she’d had an orgasm, she was nowhere near finished. The pulsing cock between her legs told her he was as horny as she was.

  His harsh breathing echoed through the room, nearly as loud as Renny’s heart beat. Her mind contemplated the possibilities of the twists their relationship had taken. She wasn’t quite sure yet what it all meant, but it didn’t really matter. Her instincts were speaking loudly and she listened carefully.

  Nicholas had trouble catching his breath. When Renny climbed off and crawled over toward the bed, he watched with avid curiosity. His body hummed with the most powerful arousal he’d experienced. Even the wild experiences he’d had at Nirvana hadn’t brought him to this point. Only Renny could do that.

  Only Renny taking over could do that.

  She sipped some of the water from the cup on the nightstand. It was the same cup she’d used on him for his headache, the headache that seemed long gone and forgotten. Both of them needed a break, a chance to regroup and think before continuing. Up until that point, it had been all play, testing each other, finding limits and trying new things. There hadn’t been intercourse, no actual fucking, so there was still time to go back. He could leave. Well, after he found something to wear besides his birthday suit.

  Who was he kidding? He couldn’t leave unless she literally threw him out the door. His heart had always belonged to Renny, there just had been something missing in their physical relationship. He hadn’t even known what it was until they’d parted, until he went with a friend to Nirvana and discovered what he truly was.

  Sharing it with Renny was a dream come true. Now he just had to have the courage to explain to her why he really came to her house. Would she understand? Would she still want him to stay? Obviously cutting his clothes to shreds was an indication that she didn’t want him to leave. She could have called the cops or simply dragged him outside and left him to rot.

  To his delight, she hadn’t done either. Instead, she’d decided to explore her own fantasies. God help him, he hoped she had more because he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot. His gaze ran up and down her peach-tinted skin, glistening with the aftermath of their play. Gorgeous curves, enough to fill his hands and give him the knowledge that he had a woman. A real woman.

  His woman if he had any say in it. He’d missed Renny a lot, more than a lot. Trying to fill the gap with other women had just left him feeling emptier. He had to come up with just the right words to convince her that he still loved her, that he hadn’t meant to hurt her, and that he’d do anything for a second chance.

  She drained the glass and let out a breath. Her gaze returned to his and she winked. “You thirsty?”

  “Uh, sure. I could use a drink.”

  She stood and walked over to him. Looking up at her made him dizzy with longing. He wanted to grab her, throw her on the bed and fuck her until one of them passed out, but he didn’t. Instead, he clenched his hands and controlled his urges. After all, a sub always controlled himself.

  “A drink or a real drink?” She held out her hand.

  He took hold of her soft fingers and smiled. “Surprise me.”

  One blonde eyebrow rose. “Okay, you stay right here.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “You know I want to lay on top you and kiss you breathless, but I’m afraid I won’t make it to the kitchen if I do that.�
�� She winked and strolled from the bedroom naked.

  Yet another thing that was different about Renny. She never walked around naked when they were married. Hell, she didn’t even walk about in panties and a bra. Her body was always covered. He could tell she’d been dieting a bit and it looked like she’d been exercising too. None of it meant anything to him ‑‑ her body had always turned him on because she was natural in her skin. Unlike a lot of the plastic dolls that called themselves women.

  Renny was back within a few minutes, surprise on her face when she noticed he still lay on the floor in the exact same spot.

  “I didn’t mean you couldn’t move, Nicky. Geez, you must be cold on the floor.” She headed for the bed.

  He sat up and watched her. “Well, I’m pretty warm; actually I’m hot.”

  Her laugh tinkled. “Yep, I’d agree with you there.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Join me here.”

  “As you wish.”

  “Oh, that’s dirty pool. You know Princess Bride is one of my favorite movies.” She had two glasses in her hands, a clear liquid with ice. One held a spoon.

  He walked toward her, every nerve ending singing with the knowledge that she covered him from head to toe with her gaze ‑‑ a visual caress that set his small hairs rising and his cock twitching.

  “God, Nicky, you look good enough to eat.” She took a sip of the drink without the spoon.

  Nicholas wondered if she knew how much her words thrilled him. Perhaps she did, judging by the way she said it. He sat next to her and took a deep breath of her scent, a mixture of woman, arousal, and something flowery, a heady combination.

  She handed him the glass she’d drunk from and waited. Nicholas had always had a problem with sharing food and drink ‑‑ a phobia really, that he’d developed as a child. His mother was always obsessive about germs and bacteria so his upbringing had given him a phobia. Kissing had taken some time to get over that phobia. Renny knew she was testing him by forcing him to drink from the same glass.

  Nicholas had worked hard to allow himself to give someone else control over him, to the point where he’d control the situation, just not the actions. Without hesitation, he took the glass and brought it to his lips. The smell of vodka preceded the ice cold liquid sliding down his tongue and into his throat. He swallowed and took another gulp, eager to quench his thirst and please his Mistress.