Need

by Becca Jameson

  He’s a boob man? How well did Danielle know Rider? Had they been an item at some point?

  Emily jerked to attention when Danielle slid back into the fitting room and shut the door behind her. She held a pile of packages which she set on the bench. “If you’ll remove the dress, I’ll help you figure out which ones are best for you.”

  Emily held her breath, wishing for a second she could suddenly disappear through the floor. The last thing she wanted to do was take this dress off and stand naked in this small fitting room with Danielle.

  Danielle smiled. “Sweetie, I’ve seen everything. And you can trust me to be totally professional.”

  Emily nodded and pulled the sexy dress over her head.

  Danielle took it from her and hung it back on the hanger, placing it on a hook behind her. She turned back to Emily and stared at her chest for a moment. “Have you worn clamps before?”

  Emily’s skin immediately pebbled with goose bumps. It wasn’t cold in the store, but nerves kept her from controlling her reaction. “No.”

  “I think you’d be best off trying tweezer-style clamps at first. They pinch, making you aware of your nipples, but not so hard as to cause so much pain that you’re distracted from the important stuff.”

  Emily squeezed her legs together while Danielle narrowed her gaze on her very erect nipples. And then the woman turned and grabbed a few different packages to hold out. “If you were anyone else, I would suggest trying several on to see how they feel.”

  Emily lifted her gaze, confused. “What do you mean?”

  Danielle smiled. “Rider requested you not try them out. He wants to be the first to use them on you.”

  A flush crawled up Emily’s skin as she realized the extent of what Danielle knew about her. The woman had already known Emily would ask for clamps. She’d been instructed to let Emily lead the conversation. How embarrassing.

  Danielle lifted one pair out from the others. “I’d go with this personally. They’re lightweight and won’t tug hard on your nipples the first time.”

  “Okay.” What the hell alternate universe had she fallen into?

  “Put your dress back on. I’ll show you what the others are like for future reference. Next time you come in, you’ll know what you’re looking for.” Danielle turned to pick up several more packages from the bench.

  Emily grabbed her dress from the hook by the mirror and quickly slipped it over her head, feeling much better than she had naked. It was difficult to have a serious conversation with Danielle while standing in front of her totally bare. Her head swam as she listened to Danielle’s rundown about the various types of clamps from beginner to hardcore. No way would she ever be able to put something called an alligator clamp on her poor nipples. In fact, she cupped the offended breasts with both hands, just thinking about it.

  Danielle chuckled. “Don’t worry. Very few people can tolerate the intensity of the alligator clamps. I wanted to show them to you so you wouldn’t inadvertently purchase them someday, not realizing how much pain they might cause. They’re really best used by pain slaves, not your average, everyday submissive.” She gathered up all the packages and turned to leave the room. “Grab the dress and follow me.”

  Emily held the tweezer clamps in one hand and the dress in the other as she made her way to the checkout.

  Danielle set the pile of clamps on the counter and took the items from Emily’s hands. She jotted down the price of both and put them in a black bag. When she finished, she grabbed another discreet, black plastic bag from farther down the counter and handed it to Emily also. “These are a few things Rider asked me to gather for you. He said to tell you not to get nosy and open it. That’s why I taped the plastic.” She smiled and shrugged. “You must have really caught his fancy. I’ve never known him to date before.”

  “Oh. I don’t think I would call it dating. We’re… I mean he’s sort of training me.” She shivered at the admission. “I mean I’m dabbling in the lifestyle. He’s agreed to help me out.”

  “Rider?” She looked puzzled. “He doesn’t take newbies.”

  “He mentioned that.” Emily smiled back. She didn’t feel the need to continue explaining. After all, she didn’t have any answers herself.

  “Well, enjoy. Lucky girl.” Danielle sat back on her stool with a wink.

  “I didn’t pay you yet.”

  Danielle waved her away. “It’s been covered by the hunk training you.” She lifted her brows and grinned. “Have fun.”

  Stunned, Emily left the store with her packages, set them in the back seat of her car, and drove away. Thank God she hadn’t encountered anyone inside the shop. She might have been mortified to make eye contact even with a stranger.

  Chapter Nine

  On Friday night Emily was dressed and ready to go to Extreme with ten minutes to spare. She wasn’t sure her plan to let Rider pick her up was a good one, but she’d agreed when he’d texted her earlier in the day.

  She smoothed her hands down the front of her dress for the hundredth time, feeling much less confident about the amount of skin showing than she had when she’d left the fetish shop.

  The strappy heels she slipped on her feet gave her a few inches, but they also added a level of sexy she wasn’t sure she wanted.

  The last time she’d seen Rider, he’d looked at her with eyes that melted her resolve to keep things casual. She needed to protect her heart from this man. He wasn’t interested in more than training her in the ways of dominance and submission. If she let herself fall for him, she’d get hurt. Luring him to stare at her with eyes that bore into her skin and stripped her of far more than her clothing would do nothing but hurt her in the long run.

  She glanced in the mirror by the front door and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She’d put the long curls up into a messy bun to get them out of the way. Trying to tame them all at once was always a lost cause. Several curls hung around her face and neck.

  A knock at the door made her flinch. She took a deep breath and reached for the knob.

  Rider stood on the other side of the door looking like two million bucks in his trademark black jeans and black designer shirt. His hair was stylishly spiked—preppy. Her gaze traveled down his clean-shaven face until it landed on his pecs. His damn chest was so huge it pulled his shirt tight around his muscles, leaving each one easily defined and outlined by the cotton.

  She sucked in a breath, letting her gaze follow the rest of the way down his body, trying hard not to linger over his cock.

  Rider had said nothing, and when she lifted her face back up to meet his, she found him staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

  When their eyes met, he grabbed the doorframe, closed his mouth, and licked his lips. “Damn, Emily, that dress is smokin’ hot.” He stepped inside and shut the door without taking his gaze off her. “Spin around. Let me see the back.”

  She did as he told her, careful not to lose her balance in the heels. As she returned to face him, he set his fingers on her shoulder and grazed them down the front of the dress, dragging the tips between her breasts until he reached her belly. “Soft. Gorgeous.”

  Emily’s nipples jumped to attention. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress clearly wasn’t meant to be worn with any undergarments. And she knew instinctively Rider would balk if she attempted a bra.

  “Should we get going?” she asked.

  Rider nodded as though jerked from a trance.

  She reached for her purse on the small table by the door.

  “If you’d rather not keep up with that I could hold your keys for you. You won’t need anything else this evening.”

  She hedged for a second. Leave my purse at home? It would be easier than lugging it around. “What about my ID? Can you put it in your pocket too? Just in case.” That small detail seemed essential, though she wasn’t sure it was necessary. They weren’t going to drink, and she wasn’t driving. The fact that Rider was a cop had changed her comfort level with him by leaps. She k
new who he was and where he worked. It wasn’t as though he could easily ditch her somewhere and leave her stranded. He would be in deep shit. She felt safe trusting him, at least where her belongings were concerned.

  Trusting him with her heart was another matter entirely.

  “Of course.” He stood straighter. “It’s cooled off some this evening. Do you have something to wear over that?” He pointed at her dress.

  She narrowed her gaze at him. “You didn’t think I was going to walk from here to the car nearly naked, did you?” She giggled, the sound coming out uneasy to her ears. She hadn’t taken a submissive stance since he’d arrived, but he also hadn’t mentioned it, so she assumed she could be at ease so far.

  Emily dug her ID and keys out of her purse and handed them to him before she grabbed the long black sweater she’d set by the door. It was loose fitting and would hide everything she wasn’t wearing underneath.

  Rider chuckled as he held the door open and ushered her out. He stuffed her items in his pocket.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You might be disappointed when you find out I didn’t bring a car.”

  “What?” She glanced up at him. “How’d you get here? Do we need to take mine?”

  “Nope.”

  Finally, she saw his mode of transportation. Oh, hell no. “Rider, I can’t ride on that.” She stared at the sleek black motorcycle and took a step back.

  “Of course you can. I even brought you your own helmet.”

  She shook her head. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle and I’m wearing a dress. And—”

  Rider took her hand and led her to the curb. “Then it will be a new experience for you. You’re going to love it.” He stepped in front of her, reached behind her head, and pulled the pin that held her hair in place. The curls fell in a cascade around her. “I like your hair down. It’s gorgeous. Besides, the helmet will fit better this way.” Without pausing, he tugged the helmet over her head and buckled it under her chin.

  Emily stood rooted to her spot while he put his own helmet on. Her gaze shifted to the motorcycle. It wasn’t the one he’d driven the other day when he’d pulled her brother over. That one had been a police motorcycle. “How many of these do you own?”

  “Bikes?” He turned to look at the black and chrome hunk of metal shimmering under the street light. “Just this Indian. When I’m at work I ride one of the station bikes.” Rider lifted one leg and tossed it over the seat. When he was situated, he lifted his gaze. “Come on. Climb on behind me and wrap your arms around my waist.”

  She didn’t move. There’s no way in hell I’m riding on that. She didn’t care for motorcycles. They weren’t safe. She’d never been on one.

  Rider reached toward her with one hand, curling his fingers in a “come hither” motion. She couldn’t see his eyes, but his lips were turned up in amusement. “Live a little, baby.”

  As though drawn forward by an unseen force, Emily set her hand in his and let him pull her closer.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her against his side. “I promise to drive within the speed limit and take it easy on you this first time. Trust me. I’m an excellent driver. You’re in good hands.” He bumped his helmet against hers and then continued. “Put your left foot on the foot peg here.” He tapped the chrome step he spoke of. “And then swing your right leg over behind me.”

  Emily glanced down at her attire. “Rider, I’m not dressed for this. I mean I’m not even wearing…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

  “I know.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I love knowing your bare pussy will vibrate against the seat as we go. It makes me hot thinking about it.”

  Her gaze widened. He’d planned this. “Don’t you own a car?”

  “Of course I do. But I don’t use it unless I need to.”

  “I think tonight would have constituted one of those times.”

  “Nah.” He lifted his gaze to the sky. “The weather is perfect and no chance of rain. That’s what I call the best opportunity.”

  “I need panties.”

  “You never need panties with me. I’m accumulating quite a collection. In fact, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have checked to make sure you’d followed my instructions before we left the house.” He closed the nonexistent distance between them by hugging her tighter.

  She could smell his aftershave and the soap he’d showered with. She wanted to run her tongue over his neck and rub her cheek against his. How did a man who looked as clean cut as Rider get a nickname like that and use a bike for transportation?

  “Come on, baby. Do it for me.”

  Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she wiggled free of him and mounted the motorcycle.

  She moaned when she landed, her exposed pussy completely molding to the soft leather between her legs. With almost two hundred pounds of virile young male in front of her, his scent filling the air enough to make her fight to concentrate, it was a wonder she didn’t come the instant her shaved pussy hit the seat.

  “That’s it, baby.” He twisted his neck to see her from the side. “Flatten yourself against me and then lean with me through the turns.” He reached back with his hand on one side and took her fingers in his to pull her arm around his middle.

  Emily imitated him on the other side. Without squeezing him around the waist, she would feel far more anxiety. At least if she held on, she would avoid falling off the back and dying on the road.

  Rider took her arms and crossed them farther, tightening her grip around him. “Ready?”

  “No.”

  He chuckled and started the engine. A moment later, they were off.

  For several seconds, Emily held her breath, taking in the way the wind whipped at the curls sticking out of the helmet. She stiffened behind him, squeezing tighter. The air was cool, but her skin was so hot it felt good on her bare legs.

  Rider was confident. He drove so smoothly it felt more like a video game than an actual motorcycle ride. He took every turn with such precision she never felt jarred.

  Her pussy however, paid very close attention to every single nuance. The bike vibrated beneath her, making her wetter by the second. She fought to keep from moaning into Rider’s back, and instead closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling between her legs. If she was going to ride a motorcycle to the club tonight, she at least might as well reap the full benefit and enjoy the sensations.

  Her nipples pebbled as her arousal rose. She flattened them purposefully against Rider’s back and rubbed the tips against the inside of the dress. They ached to be held.

  When Rider pulled into the parking lot of Extreme and killed the engine, Emily almost screamed in frustration. She’d been so close to coming.

  Rider eased her arms from around him and dismounted first. He turned toward her where she floundered, trying to grasp something to keep from falling forward.

  His arms were around her in a heartbeat, and he lifted her over the seat and set her on wobbly legs. The fact that she didn’t collapse on the spot and fall to the ground was a miracle. Her legs were hardly able to support her body after gripping Rider’s thighs so stiffly on the way. And her pussy nearly pulsed with need.

  Rider removed his helmet and then tugged hers off. He set them both on the bike and took her face in his hands. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? What’d you think?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded, swaying toward him, wishing he would finish her off more than anything in the world.

  Rider trailed a hand down her cheek, across her shoulders, and down her back. When he reached the hem of her dress, he gathered the material in his fist and lifted it enough to ease his fingers between her legs. “Step out, baby.” His command was hoarse. Had she affected him as much as he had her?

  She obeyed, shuffling one foot farther away from its mate. She didn’t care how wanton she was at that moment. All she knew was her intense need for release.

  Immediately Rider reached between her legs
from behind and stroked his fingers through her lower lips. “Oh, baby. So wet for me.” He kissed her forehead and then trailed his lips down her nose until he reached her mouth.

  At first she couldn’t control her reaction. Her lips parted to allow him entrance, and he slipped his tongue inside as he consumed her mouth with his own. He stroked her tongue with his, matching the caress with his fingers through her folds.

  Her knees buckled when she lost herself in his touch.

  Rider had her. He grasped her waist and held her firmly against him. With his free arm, he continued to stroke her sex in tandem with his tongue inside her mouth. He never broke the connection.

  Just when she thought she would explode, willed it, his fingers disappeared and he grasped one ass cheek with his entire palm. He broke the kiss and set his forehead against hers.

  She opened her mouth to protest, but Rider spoke first. “Rein it in, baby. You don’t come without my permission, and I haven’t granted it.”

  She gasped. Surely he didn’t intend to leave her hanging like this. Hell, she’d gladly get down on her knees and suck his cock in reciprocation if he’d let her come. And her desire to do so was saying something since she’d never given a blowjob in her life. Until this second, the idea hadn’t appealed to her.

  “Can you stand?” he asked, easing his grip.

  She didn’t move a muscle. Her pussy tightened, wetness leaking between her legs. She needed more. Now.

  “Rider…”

  “I know, baby. I did it on purpose. I wanted you needy. But you don’t have permission to come. Keep your legs spread apart when we walk. Don’t rub yourself.”

  Emily tried to catch her breath. I can’t do this. She’d never been so close to coming in her life without going over. Nor had she ever been this needy. Her entire body shivered. She wrapped her arms around her waist to pull her sweater closed.

  “Ready?” Rider picked up the helmets in one hand and held them by the straps.

  She stared at him, unable to take a step.