by Lilly Holden
“Our lesson tonight is how a commando such as myself deals with a reluctant client, specifically a female one.” I reached for the cuffs at my side. “You.”
“Before we start, I want you to remember if there’s anything I do that frightens you, if you feel pressured beyond what you think is safe, click your fingers and I’ll stop and check with you. But I warn you, if you use that ploy as a way to simply antagonize me, I’ll spank your ass good and hard.”
“The first element to gaining complete cooperation is containment.” With quick, precise movements, some picked up in the military, others from indulging in my preference for being a Dominant and using bondage, I secured Sophie’s wrists in the cuffs, checking to make sure the skin wasn’t pinched.
“I’d like to contain your giant ego,” she muttered.
“There’s another behavior needing correction.” I grabbed the black leather panel gag with the small two-inch rubber ball attached. Before she could guess what was coming, I slipped the gag over her mouth and pushed the red rubber ball between her lips, tightening the strap and buckling it behind her head.
“Sohohahbich.” She shook her head in fury, but her words were muffled enough that soon I’d have her concentrating on what was being done to her body instead of the insults she could throw at me.
I dodged a flying kick that would have dislocated my jaw.
Fuck, I loved her feistiness.
Grabbing the spreader bar, I leaned my weight gently on her leg, enough to pin it in place, locked one of the leather cuffs around her other ankle, and repeated the process with the other leg. “The leather cuffs around your ankles will ensure you don’t get marks. The two-foot long steel bar attached to the cuffs gives me enough room to have fun with you.” I swept my hand up the inside of her inner thigh, loving the way she went still as I moved my hand higher. “Without allowing you to make a serious run for freedom.”
“Mmmmffph.”
“Now that you’re contained…”—I turned her over so she faced me—“we move on to the next phase.” Running my hands over her body, I skimmed the top of her arms, down to her sides and hips, trailing my fingers over the tops of her thighs, noting the way she started before she forced her legs flat on the bed, and locked her muscles in place.
Her eyes shone with a brightness fed by a mixture of stubbornness and determination.
I couldn’t wait to tame her.
“Domination,” I said in a low, commanding tone.
Her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths. I skimmed my hand over the top of her pussy, just above the hood of her clit and pressed down, letting her feel the firmness of my touch but not where it would give her the greatest pleasure.
“Last time I tasted you, you flew for me, Soph.” I watched her eyes close as I guessed her mind went back to that moment and then to here, where she had far less freedom and power. “This time, I won’t let you come so early.” Gliding my hand over her pussy, I felt a patch of wetness and coated my fingertips with her juices. Moving my hand back up to her breasts, I wet each nipple and used her slickness to ease the tugging sensation but not the pressure as I pinched and rolled the pebbled buds.
Her breathing became louder behind the gag as she lifted her hips off the mattress in a plea—a subconscious one, maybe?—to gain my touch.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” I pushed my hand under her bottom and pinched the soft skin. Her squeal of displeasure was mirrored in her heated glare.
So much passion.
Gently pushing her to lie on her side, I rubbed the tender flesh, stroking, spreading the heat, before landing a hand swat on both cheeks.
“Mmmmphhh.” She looked back over her shoulder at me and scowled hard enough to strip paint off a garage door.
“There she is.” I chuckled as I landed two more swats to each cheek, before pressing my hand to her flesh, feeling the heat and rubbing it into her skin. With great spirit comes a strong craving. Finding the right element to satisfy that craving is the key.
“Now I see if my hunch proves true.”
I lowered her onto her back again.
Grabbing the middle of the spreader bar, I pulled it high, lifting her legs in the air, before lowering the bar back down, forcing her knees to bend and opening her pussy for my easy touch.
Her plump lips and folds were shiny with her desire.
“Sweet, Sophie, not only are you aroused by domination and a small amount of pain, your body craves a slightly harder, more demanding touch.”
I slid two fingers up through her pussy, cleaving her lips and spreading her wetness. Then I plunged my two fingers deep into her cunt, twisting and curling them as her breathing and then her moans became louder, quicker. When I saw her eyes close and her chest lock as if on the verge of coming, I removed my fingers. Her pitiful cries were music to my ears. I was no sadist, but I wanted to find the edge of her breaking point, where desperation took over from building desire. “And that’s where I could leave you, Soph… if I wanted.”
She shook her head, her eyes filled with disbelief. “That’s the thing with domination. When you’re in the moment, vulnerable, you are at the complete mercy of the Dominant.” I bent close, my lips grazing her ear, “The SEAL in charge.”
Plunging two fingers back inside her cunt, I used short, light strokes, enough to keep her suspended on the edge.
“Time for the next step.” Curling my fingers right over her g-spot, I said, “Reward.” Harder now, faster, I stroked and twisted my fingers, feeling her muscles contract. “That’s it, baby, let go; fly for me.”
Her muffled screams were a joyous sound.
The D-rings connecting her ankle cuffs to the spreader bar clanked as metal hit metal under the force of the spasms rocking her body. I let go of the spreader bar and used that hand to unclick her ankle cuffs from the bar, then dropped the bar to the carpeted floor. Waiting until her shudders has lessened to tiny quivers from aftershocks, I slowly pulled my fingers out from her vagina, making sure I dragged my fingertips over her g-spot.
Her hard shudder was another gift on top of the riches of rewards she’d already bestowed on me with her body and mind’s embracing of our lesson.
Carefully, I laid her back on her side, released her wrists from the cuffs, and rubbed the slight redness away.
“On purpose, I’ve made you wait before removing your gag.” Watching the way her face turned a pretty shade of pink proved my instinct was on target. She was embarrassed by her loss of power. “Sophie, at any time you could have signaled your distress by clicking your fingers and I would have stopped. Without your trust, my command over you would be an empty moment. You and only you have the right to make me stop when I’m teaching you. With every inch of domination I bring over you, you also free yourself to experience the thrill of being submissive. The dynamic is a two-way street.” I slid my hands behind her head and unbuckled the strap, easing the gag from her mouth. “Never forget that, baby.”
I grabbed a washcloth from the edge of the bed and wiped her mouth and face.
“There, baby.”
“Thank you.”
Such pretty manners.
I bent down and kissed her full on the mouth, pressing hard and forcing my tongue inside to taste her, tease her, claim her as mine in all the ways that mattered here and now.
Releasing her mouth, I stripped out of my clothes. My cock stood fully erect, and sweet Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life.
I reached for a condom I’d placed on the bed.
“I’m on the pill.” Sophie gave me a soft smile. “With our luck, I wouldn’t trust the damn thing anyway. I’m clean. I take it you are too?”
“Yes.” Lance required a full medical every three months.
Her quiet nod told me her decision.
I placed my hands under her knees and lifted them up and wide and kneeled on the bed between them. “We have a lot of time to make up for, Soph, but unlike last time, more than one night to discover new things about
each other.”
I left the idea hanging there for her to take up if she wished. Whatever we had between us right now was new and yet we’d been soulmates for most of our lives. Talk about a fucked up history.
Sophie said, “If you’re open to the thought, we have a lifetime.”
My pulse jackknifed.
There was nothing more precious to me than my Soph and my son.
I claimed her mouth the same moment I joined my body with hers, seating myself near full inside her. The feel of her tightness around me was like a long, wet kiss, one that gripped me as the muscles in her sweet cunt held onto me with every outward thrust, wringing sensation and pushing me to the limits of my control.
I couldn’t come this early. But it seemed Sophie had other ideas. Wrapping her legs around me, she lifted her lips, allowing me to sink in her warmth. “You’ve always been my hero, Deke. No shiny medals can make that any more of a fact for me.”
I had no words.
Jesus. This woman.
With every driving thrust, I held her gaze, her body…the love in her heart.
Our breathing turned faster, grew louder.
I felt her hands on my back, then higher, at my shoulders.
Ten trails of fire scratched from my shoulders down my back to my ass. Once. Twice. I lost count.
The biting sensation detonated a riot of need that swirled from my balls, rising to my cock, and threatening to spill at any moment.
Sophie’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. There was no hint of gloating, but let’s face it, I’m the kind of guy that won’t let himself lose without a fight.
“Now you’ve done it. I’m gonna make you scream.”
I pounded into her, both of us gripping each other, kissing, snarling, cursing as our dual need to come fought with our desire to make the other fall first.
Not this time, Soph.
I forced my hand between our bodies and rubbed my thumb over her clit.
So very wet.
Making the most of her slickness, I thrummbed her clit with quick short flicks at an alternate tempo to my thrusts.
Guaranteed continual sensation.
I never said I wasn’t a bastard.
I waited, gritting my teeth, hanging onto the tissue paper thin remainder of my control as my balls drew tight. I had seconds left.
“I—” She gasped. “You—” Throwing her head back into the pillow, she let loose with a throaty scream. “You bastard.”
Her body shook in my arms. Fingernails scraped my back. More cries filled the air.
“That’s my girl,” I bit out through clenched teeth seconds before I lifted my head and roared out my own release. Pulsating waves of pleasure shot through my cock as her pussy squeezed my length, continuing the brilliant torture until my attention narrowed to nothing but blinding pleasure. I convulsed against her, letting her have my weight for a moment before I rolled to my side, taking her with me in my arms.
Minutes passed as our shaky breathing came under control. The sweat on our bodies cooled, leaving a chill. I reluctantly let her go long enough to reach over and grab the blanket from the chair where I’d piled the bedding I’d discarded earlier.
Covering us both, I enfolded her back in my arms and kissed the top of her head.
The woman I’d fallen for when I was ten.
“A lifetime of discovery together.” I rested my cheek on her damp hair. “After twenty-one years of putzing around, I think we should make our pairing official.”
Sophie pulled back in my arms and studied my face. “You’re serious?”
“Babe, you tried to get your brother to rescue you this afternoon. I’m not taking any chances you’ll lose your nerve and try that a second time.”
“Not a chance.” Her eyes shined with unshed tears.
“Why’s that?” I asked, my voice deepening as I tightened my arms around her.
“Because I’ve loved you since I was eight. You’re stuck with me.”
She rose up on an elbow and pressed her lips to mine. I lay back, putting a hand behind her head and pulling her down on top of my chest. I let her kiss me, tasting, biting, maybe still getting used to my beard. Only when my cell rang did we break away.
I got up and grabbed my jeans from the floor near the foot of the bed.
Glancing at the caller ID, I accepted the call.
“Shana, what’s up?”
“This isn’t Shana, but her assistant, Becca,” a young female voice chirped.
“Well, Becca, what can I do for you?” At close to five o’clock on a Friday afternoon.
“Good news! We’ve had a potential buyer for your property contact us today. He’s seen some of the photos Shana took yesterday on our Facebook page. Prepared to offer top of the price range Shana quoted you. He’s super keen but has a bunch of questions about the repairs and such. Shana’s stuck in Cincinnati today, but she wondered if you’d mind coming to our offices to answer his questions.” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “He’s here now.”
I closed my eyes for a second. Leaving Sophie unprotected wasn’t an option, but having a potential buyer for the house that was prepared to offer the money Shana and I had put as a wish list price was worth checking out. “No worries, Becca. Give me twenty minutes.”
“Will do.” Becca ended the call.
“That was the office of my real estate agent.” I tossed my phone on the bed and headed to the doorway “They have a prospective buyer, willing to pay top dollar, interested in the house. He’s got questions about the repairs and Shana’s out of town today. They need me to talk with him. I’ve got to take the world’s quickest shower and then head out.”
“Get a move on then.” She smiled, grabbing a pillow and looking set to take a nap. “When you’re done there, can you bring back some pizza and we’ll camp out in front of the TV?”
“That sounds like fun, except the part where you’re naked and in bed while I’m out.” I pressed Ryder’s number as I headed into the bathroom.
“Deke, what’s up?”
“I need you on check for Sophie. I’ve got to go see a prospective buyer at the real estate agency. Answer some questions about the repairs.” I turned on the shower.
“I’m about twenty minutes away.”
“No problem.” I decided to have fun at my buddy’s expense. “I’ll tell Sophie you’ll give her the password Hollywood so she knows she can trust you before letting you in the house.”
“And I’ll throw you on your ass when you get back, and she’ll know I’m the better man.” Ryder sighed
I chuckled. “I’ll make it up to you and bring pizza with me. You can get to know Sophie and we’ll hang for a few hours.”
“We’ve got a plan. See you then.” Ryder ended the call.
I made quick work of my shower and four minutes later was back in my bedroom. Or should I say the bedroom I’d been staying in until tonight?
Sophie was still luxuriating in lazy post sex snoozing.
After scrubbing my wet hair with the towel, I grabbed jeans, boxers and a gray t-shirt from the middle drawer of the dresser. “Babe, you need to get dressed. I’m not leaving you here alone, and I’ve already called Ryder at his motel. He’ll be here in less than twenty minutes. Good thing is, I’m bringing home pizza for the three of us.”
“Ryder?”
“SEAL buddy. One of the guys I work with at Marshall Security.”
“Oh. My. God.” She jumped up from the bed and clutched the blanket to her chest. “I can’t meet one of those guys yet. I have to”—she glanced around frantically—“have prep time.”
I tried not to seem obtuse, but decided I couldn’t fake it. “Prep time?”
“These are the guys you are closest to,” she explained, her tone earnest. “I need to get my hair done. Have a mani/pedi. You know, prep time?” If her volume control was any indication of her nervousness, we were in dangerous waters.
“Soph, you’re a catch. You don’t need prep time.”
At her continued imitation of a statue, I decided shock tactics were my best option. “Babe, he’s going to be here in less than twenty minutes, whether you indulge in prep time or not. Move it.”
Cursing and giving me a glare like I’d purposely orchestrated this scenario, she stomped from the room and likely into her bedroom.
Prep time.
I’d have to remember that for future reference.
Grabbing my wallet, phone and keys, I stopped by her bedroom and found her twisting her hair up in some kind of messy bun. “By the way, Ryder will give you the password ‘Hollywood’ so you know it’s him. Don’t answer the door until he tells you.” this was one of those times I wished I’d thought ahead and rigged up a camera for whenever Ryder knocked on Sophie’s front door. The guys back in Denver would be pissed I didn’t catch this on film.
“Hollywood?” The curl of her lip conveyed she thought the name sucked.
And it did, making the fact it was Ryder’s nickname all the more special.
“Remember one thing. Ryder’s a flirt and a joker, but he’s one of the best there is at his job.”
She paused soaking a washcloth under the faucet. “Got it. Now go.”
Leaning around her, I dropped a kiss on her cheek and headed on my way.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sophie
I’d just finished swiping on some lip gloss when there was a furious knocking on the door. I glanced at my watch. Ryder made it in fifteen minutes. Grabbing my phone, I headed downstairs. I was at the top of the stairs when another round of impatient knocking hit the front door.
Wow, this Ryder guy really wanted me to know he’d arrived. Okay then. Two could play that game.
“Give me the password or your life.” I shouted in my best fake Russian accent.
“Sophie?”
I reached the front door and stared. “Andy?”
“Yes, open up.”
I did so and Andy barged in. He stood in front of me, concern in his gaze as it swept over over me. He gripped me by the shoulders, as if bracing me.
“Honey, I’m so sorry, there’s been an accident. Deke’s been hurt.”