Need

by Becca Jameson

  “Look how sexy you are.”

  She dipped her head. Her breasts swung heavy with the clamps pulling on them, and she wrapped her hands around the rung of the headboard to steady herself.

  Rider crawled behind her. “Hold on to the headboard tight so the cuffs don’t pull too hard.” He nudged her knees apart and then settled between them, forcing them wider. He stroked her skin with his fingers, up and down her back until she calmed.

  When her breaths evened out, he seemed to know immediately. His hands smoothed around to her belly and played there, pressing her back into his cock. “You’re so tiny, I can cover your entire stomach.” He reached lower almost before he finished speaking. While one hand held her torso against him, the other parted her lower lips and slipped between them to draw out her wetness. He whispered close to her ear. “What’s your safe word?”

  “Red,” she croaked out.

  “Good girl.” And then his hands were gone and he leaned back to grab the other bag she’d gotten from Danielle. The contents were a mystery. “Did you peek?”

  “No, Sir.” The bag had been taped shut as it still was. Even if she’d wanted to look, there’d been no way to keep that to herself.

  The rustling unnerved her, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, but there really had been no need.

  The first thing Rider did was slip a blindfold over her head and secure it around her face. “Concentrate on how you feel. Use all your other senses. It’s amazing what a different experience sex can be when you can’t see.” He kissed her cheek and lowered his hands down her body until he gripped her hips. One hand disappeared just as quickly.

  More rustling and then something soft landed on her butt crack. It tickled. She squirmed, which shook the clamps on her nipples and made her moan. He was right again. Every sense was heightened. What the hell was he dragging up her spine? A feather?

  “Just feel,” he demanded.

  For several minutes he teased her skin everywhere with what had to be a feather, lifting it now and then only to set it down in a random new spot. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Every time the feather landed on her nipples, she flinched. They were so sensitive.

  “Do the clamps feel okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let me know if they begin to hurt. I don’t want you to be in pain. This is all about pleasure. I won’t leave them on much longer this first time.”

  She was glad. They made her nervous.

  More rustling. Something new touched her nose. She inhaled the scent of leather.

  Rider dangled the new item across the swell of her breasts first and then over her shoulders and down her back. “This is a flogger, baby. I’m not going to strike you with it tonight. I just want to tease you.”

  She was teased. There was no doubt about that.

  The supple leather caressed her everywhere. Finally, Rider eased it down her crack and then reached around and grabbed it with his other hand between her legs.

  She gasped when he pulled the two ends and rubbed her pussy with the leather.

  “Shit. Rider. I’m—”

  “No you aren’t. Don’t come, baby. Not until I say so.”

  She gritted her teeth. Don’t come? Was he fucking kidding?

  “Good girl.” He kept the pressure on her pussy, the strands of the flogger pressing into her clit. “Fight it.” Finally, he released her, and she exhaled a long breath. The relief she needed didn’t come, but the ball of need in the pit of her stomach now ruled her body.

  A popping noise brought her back to attention. And then something cold landed at the top of her butt crack.

  Lube.

  She cringed and tightened her cheeks. “Rider… No.” Please tell me he isn’t planning to fuck my ass before my pussy. She’d never done it before and didn’t plan to start now. The idea made her shrink toward the headboard.

  Rider splayed a palm across her belly again. He set his lips on her ear, making her shiver. “I’m not going to take your ass with my cock, baby. Relax. This dick is going into your pussy tonight. But open your mind to the sensations. I like the tight feeling of fucking a woman’s ass. Lots of men do.”

  She didn’t move as he spoke. As long as he didn’t violate her safe word, she was fine. “What if I don’t like it?”

  “You tell me to stop.” He stroked a finger through her crack, glancing over her tight hole.

  With his hand across her belly, she was trapped. She clenched her cheeks again and took deep breaths.

  “One finger. That’s all. I know this is new to you. You’re doing so well, baby. I’m piling on more than a regular newbie could possibly take in one night. But you’re so fucking sexy and turned on. If I thought you couldn’t handle it, I would stop. But your body is on fire. Tell me you aren’t more aroused than you were when I spanked you.”

  “I am, Sir.”

  “See?” His finger was trapped between her clenched cheeks. “Open for me, baby. Let the sensations ride through you. Close your eyes behind the blindfold and feel. I promise the feeling of having both holes filled is beyond your imagination. You will soar.”

  She fought to release her clenched cheeks. This is wrong… This feels so fucking good…

  She took a deep breath and let him in, relaxing her ass muscles as he stroked through the lube again, coating her entire crack and reaching lower each time until she wanted to beg him to touch her pussy.

  “Concentrate on your tight hole, baby.” He was still right against her, his hand steady on her stomach, his lips against her ear. “Feel my finger at the entrance.” He pressed against the forbidden hole, not enough to breach it yet, but enough to make her aware.

  She squeezed her cheeks together again on instinct.

  He didn’t say anything, letting her work it out and relax again.

  She swelled with emotion at how gentle he was.

  He didn’t pressure her and seemed to know exactly what she needed and when she needed it. “So good, baby. You feel so good.”

  She wasn’t sure if he meant she felt good herself, or if he liked the feel of her. Didn’t matter.

  “I’m going to press into you now,” he whispered. “One finger. Not far. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Words, baby.”

  “Yes, Sir.” By now she actually wanted him to do it. She was so aware of her tight hole, she needed more.

  He must have sensed that. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  Oh God. Ohgodohgod. How had he managed to reduce her to this? She swallowed hard and opened her mouth. “Please press your finger into my ass, Sir.”

  He immediately complied, splaying his hand against her spread cheeks as one finger gradually breached the entrance and reached inside her.

  She took shallow breaths, fighting in her mind over the fucking fantastic sensation at war with the totally taboo notion of allowing someone to cross her forbidden barrier.

  “You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” It was as though he were already inside her the way he invaded her space, held her so close to him, tickled her ear with his mouth.

  He twisted his finger in a partial circle and then back the other way.

  She moaned.

  “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes…” Her word came out on a breath.

  His hand crawled up from her waist to her chest. He cupped a breast as he spoke again. “I’m going to release clamps now. They’ve been on long enough. It will sting for a moment. And baby?”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “Don’t come. Fight the need.”

  She gritted her teeth, afraid she couldn’t comply with his wish. Even without any contact with her pussy, she was a ball on the edge of a cliff.

  The first clamp disappeared so fast she didn’t have time to think. The second one followed two seconds later.

  She moaned so loud she couldn’t hear his words.

  And he held her steady, his arm stretching across her torso, his
hand cupping her breast.

  His other hand remained against her ass, still impaling her with one finger. “God, you’re sexy. Shit, Emily. I’m going to come before I get inside you.”

  She could hear his frustration and felt the same thing. “Do it. Now.” She panted. “Please, Rider. I need you inside me.” She thought she might cry from the need consuming her. “Now.”

  “Okay, baby.” He released her body and removed his hand slowly from her ass. She could hear him opening and closing something. A container? Wipes? And then ripping. That would be a condom.

  And then he was back. He pried her fingers from around the rung of the bed she gripped and pressed her upper back to lower her face toward the pillows.

  The second her nipples hit the sheet, she gasped. So sensitive.

  Rider’s breathing increased. She could hear him panting as he arranged her with her face on the pillow and her ass in the air, legs spread. He situated himself between her legs and grabbed her hips.

  “You ready for me, baby?”

  “God, yes.” He didn’t need to draw out her moisture. She was soaked. It ran down her thighs.

  He didn’t hesitate any longer. His grip on her hips was firm as he pressed into her from behind. His cock teased her entrance for only a second, and then he thrust home.

  All Emily knew were stars. If she hadn’t been wearing the blindfold, she doubted she would have been able to see any more than she did with it on. Her vision clouded like it did when she rode an intense ride at an amusement park, the kind where she circled around so fast her eyes stop seeing.

  She exploded around his cock the second he thrust all the way in.

  “Oh, fuck, Emily. That feels so good.” He stroked her back haphazardly as though his hand wasn’t really under the control of his brain. His nails dug into her skin as her orgasm rocked her world.

  Rider held steady inside her while she came down from the highest high of her life. Not all the way down, but enough to want him to move.

  She pressed back against his torso when she craved more friction. How the hell she was capable of wanting more right then was beyond her. But she did. She wasn’t done. This night was full of sensation, and she intended to enjoy every second of it.

  Rider moved all right. He grasped her hips again and fucked her hard and fast. She didn’t want it any other way. Nothing had ever felt so right.

  Her nipples abraded against the sheet, pebbling to new peaks. She held the rung of the headboard so tight her fingers would be sore for days.

  And she craved more of him.

  Her arousal rose again, astounding her.

  “I’m not going to last, baby,” Rider muttered.

  “Rub my clit.” Whoever the woman was asking for that, she’d never met her.

  In an instant, his hand was around her waist and his fingers were on her, pressing hard against her swollen nub, not releasing it, but agitating it in tandem with the thrusts of his cock.

  She was right there. So close. His cock felt so fucking good, stretching her dormant pussy to the fullest.

  And then he uttered the one word she needed to hear. “Come.”

  He held steady inside her, rigid against her ass. She felt him pulsing in her tight channel a second before she tipped over the edge with him, gripping him in a dance choreographed by the gods.

  They stayed like that for a long time. Her arms ached from the odd position stretched above her head. She didn’t care. She could hardly exert the energy needed to breathe.

  When he finally eased out of her, she whimpered, not ready for him to move.

  He chuckled. “I have to release your hands, baby. You’re going to need some circulation.” He leaned over her and popped the cuffs quickly.

  She had to work to let go of the headboard. And then she collapsed onto the mattress face first, stretching her legs out behind her.

  Rider grabbed her wrists and rubbed them where the cuffs had chafed slightly. “You’re a little pink here. Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head.

  Rider snuggled into her back on one side, planting a rainstorm of kisses along her shoulder blade. He nestled one knee between her legs and wrapped his arm around her middle to cup her breast, tugging her tightly against him.

  In a second she felt the soft covers fall across her body. How he managed without releasing her she didn’t know. She was in a weird place, struggling with so many emotions, she couldn’t breathe. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, even though he pushed the blindfold off her head as he settled next to her tighter.

  So comfortable…

  He held her together, her physical body and her emotions.

  But she couldn’t keep them inside. They were bubbling to the surface. She could feel the rush coming on.

  “It’s okay, baby. Breathe. You’re okay. Let it go.” He stroked her face, brushing her hair out of the way, leaning into her space.

  She knew he was watching her closely. Why was he not as exhausted?

  “Let it go,” he repeated. “You’re going to hyperventilate.”

  The damn burst. Tears ran down her face, and she heaved for oxygen.

  What’s the matter with me?

  Deep sobs wracked her body over and over, never ending.

  And Rider held her tighter. His hands caressed her everywhere. Which only made the situation worse.

  She cried forever, first in huge sobs, and then smaller gasps and hiccups. It seemed like an hour before she was spent and relaxed her body into the bed.

  Rider wiped her face a dozen times, gently using the corner of the sheet against her cheek. He never stopped kissing her skin everywhere he could reach.

  Whatever the hell was happening, she’d never felt so cherished.

  If this was a casual D/s fling, she was in serious trouble.

  Finally, he whispered his first word. “Better?”

  She nodded into the pillow.

  His flat palm rubbed her skin everywhere while he spoke. He massaged her wrists again where the cuffs had been. “It’s natural. Don’t feel weird. You were in a deep subspace. When you went over the edge you crashed. It happens. Sometimes more with some people than others. And it’s not unusual for the first trip to such a deep place. Next time could be easier. It could be the same. Hard to say. People are different.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah. I maybe should have warned you. But I didn’t realize how deep you were until it was too late.” He paused. “Baby, I’m humbled by your trust. I don’t take that for granted. No woman has ever given herself so fully to me like that.” He set his cheek on her back. He was so close to her, he was nearly inside her.

  “That was weird.” She trembled. As if she needed another freaky bodily response to this sexcapade.

  “You need to drink. And a snack. Your blood sugar is low.” He eased off her, kissing her shoulders again. “Don’t move. I’ll find something in your kitchen.”

  When he left, she inhaled deeply, pulling her knees to her chest and tugging the blanket tighter around her. She could sleep a month. After she ate something.

  Rider returned a few minutes later carrying a plate and a tall glass. “I found a soda in your fridge. I assume you must like this kind. It’s your fridge.” He chuckled. “Unless your husband left it when he moved out.”

  “Ha ha.” She smiled and pulled her wary body to sitting.

  Rider handed her the drink and she gulped it down. It tasted like heaven. Normally she wouldn’t drink a soda this late at night—or hell, was it morning by now?

  “Water is always best after a scene, but you’re shaking. You need the sugar.”

  She nodded and tore into the plate of cheese and crackers he’d brought. “I’m starving.”

  “You earned it.”

  She looked at him fully now that she could see straight. His rumpled hair and clean-cut boyish looks mixed with the gentle feathers fluttering across his shoulders took her breath away.

  “What the hell have you done to me?”
r />   “I created a submissive.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Rider left in the wee hours of the morning. Emily slipped back into bed and flopped onto her back.

  They hadn’t slept together. They’d talked for another hour while she nibbled on her snacks, but Rider kept his distance. She could see his hesitation and knew he was conflicted. What she wasn’t sure of were his motives, but after the way he’d pampered her, it was odd how he pulled away.

  Did he want to stay the night out of a sense of obligation after tipping her world upside down and shaking out the pieces until it took over an hour to put her back together?

  She had mixed emotions. Part of her hoped he was falling for her and his hesitation about “sleeping” with her had to do with him not wanting to own the possibility.

  On the other hand, what the hell would she do if he did fall for her? No matter how hard she felt herself craving him and longing to know every intimate detail of his life, when she stepped back and took a hard look at the picture of the two of them together, she had serious doubts.

  It was as though she lived in two worlds and they didn’t mesh. They could never mesh together. Her world outside of Rider included her straitlaced parents and brother, her job as a high school librarian. Her slightly crumbled world that collapsed when her sister died of a drug overdose.

  None of those were things she wanted to mix Rider in with. And it made her cringe when she considered introducing him to her family or her peers at work. What would she say? This is my boyfriend. He has several sexy tattoos. He fights for fun on the side. He’s eight years younger than me. Oh, and he likes to boss me around. She shivered, a moan escaping her lips as she pondered the various introductions.

  The idea of telling Rider about Claire didn’t make her feel warm and fuzzy either. If she continued to see him, it would eventually come up. She was living on borrowed time in that area. He’d stared at the picture of her and Claire on her mantel the first day he’d come to visit. She’d held her breath. What was the big deal?

  The reality was she didn’t like to talk about Claire with anyone. She was embarrassed. My sister died of a drug overdose. The idea of sharing made her cringe. It also made her angry, made her want to scream, run in circles…and hit someone. And sympathy from a concerned friend who had no idea what it was like was the last thing she needed. The rage was what fueled her need for answers.