Derrick's Choice (Titan Security Book 1)

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  I looked at him more closely, only able to take in his strong determined jaw line, his perfectly shaped lips, and those eyes that seemed to be staring right into my soul—seeing me for who I was and not what I pretended to be. The heat of his proximity washed over me, spinning a cocoon of familiarity. “You seem familiar. Do I know you?”

  He shook his head. “I’m no one of importance, sweetness. For tonight, call me the Master of Your Dreams.”

  His words broke the spell I was under, and I decided to look at the floor rather than the fine specimen in front of me. “For the record, no one will be my Master. And what did you have in mind?” He had me intrigued. I could only hope the bet he’d propose would allow me to stay in the club a little bit longer.

  His fingers lifted my chin so our eyes met. “If I can manage to get you tied up and restrained within the next seven minutes, you’ll admit you’re a submissive and allow me to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

  I swallowed hard at his closeness, and his words made all the hairs on my body stand on end, while something deep inside of me started to hum to life. I couldn’t let him win, I couldn’t. I shook my head in denial, but he held my chin firmly so I’d see only him. He kept his position, only inches away from touching me, as I asked, “And if I resist you?”

  A smirk of assurance spread across his face. He was an arrogant ass—I’d give him that. “I’ll allow you to fulfill your Domme fantasies and will submit to your orders, anything your heart desires.”

  I remembered thinking this was too good to be true, me being able to control this grade A choice of hunkiness. I felt the smile spread across my face as I defiantly uttered, “Be prepared to lose.”

  We discussed my hard limits, which was the most embarrassing point of the evening…telling someone they could do anything they wanted…except penetrating sex. I couldn’t even bring myself to call it what it was. I knew most called it a pussy, but I’d chickened out and called it my privates, only nodding toward my vajayjay. I’d thought the wager was immediately over, until he assured me it wouldn’t be a problem, and then got cocky, claiming he didn’t need a dick to make me come, but it’d be my loss, not his. The nerve of that man!

  He had my mind addled as he wrapped one hand around my waist, settling it against my lower back. His touch felt comfortable and secure. His other hand reached up and gently stroked the back of my neck as he leaned forward, licking the edge of my lower lip. I remember thinking how easily I could resist him, until he spoke the words, “Are you ready to begin, Mistress Jesse?”

  I knew I’d gasped, and my mind blanked at the acknowledgement of my name. He took the opportunity to pull me tight against him as his mouth sealed over mine, while his tongue pushed forward, ravaging my mouth. I wanted to fight it, to object, but the surge of feelings and emotions overwhelmed my system, and all I could be was putty in his hands.

  To put it mildly, his kisses were intoxicating. They should be considered volcanic because he had my body erupting with sensation I never knew existed. I couldn’t understand what was going on with me, but I didn’t want to stop the surge of elation I felt at finally responding to someone.

  I could sense him moving us to another area of the room, and my back soon came to rest against something solid. His tongue continued to thrust into my mouth, seeking purchase. As we drank each other like a fine wine, his one hand remained on the small of my back as the other grabbed both of my wrists and raised them above my head.

  He shifted his legs in-between mine, forcing me to open my stance. The feel of him pressed so closely against my skin had me feeling needy for the first time in forever. His hips ground against mine, forcing me to feel the hardness of his cock—causing me to moan with uncontrolled desire. Who the hell is this man, and why does it feel like he knows me?

  He spread my arms above my head and wrapped his hands around mine, forcing me to hold on to grips. The soul-searing kisses he’d been delivering only stopped for a moment, long enough for him to say, “Hold on to these, sweetness,” before his mouth continued to ravish mine, propelling my thoughts into a million different directions.

  My breasts ached to be touched, and my nipples screamed to be released from the torture of the leather corset. What in the hell ever possessed me to wear leather? I found myself rubbing my chest against his, seeking some kind of release from the heaviness of desire weighing it down. “I can get that for you…”

  He bit onto my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth as his hands traveled down to my corset. Holding tightly to the fabric, he first released one breast and then the other. I sucked in a deep breath as soon as the cool air in the room hit my nipples, forcing them to even tighter peaks.

  Master’s hands began to caress my breasts with tenderness as his lips blazed a trail down my neck, toward my shoulder, before biting into the juncture, creating suction. I wanted to question what he was doing, but I knew: he was marking me as his, and at that moment, I stopped caring about the wager. I didn’t care who this man was. I needed relief. My breasts and clit were aching with a pain I’ve never experienced before, and he seemed to be the only one who could give me everything I’d ever dared to dream of.

  His tongue licked a sensuous trail down to my breasts, flicking at one nipple before pulling it into his mouth and biting into the flesh, making me throw my head back from the unexpected surge of lightening it sent to my clit. He gently blew hot air against my nipple and sucked it back into his mouth, stroking it gently with his tongue and pulling back until it popped out of his mouth. His other hand fondled my other breast, tweaking and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  I tried lowering my arms, wanting to draw him closer to my chest, when I realized I was restrained. I bucked against the restraint of my arms and discovered my waist was stationary too. My mind snapped back to the present, “You bastard! You cheated!” I yelled as loudly as I could.

  He didn’t remove his hands from my breasts when he stood enough to where we were eye to eye. “I never said I’d play fair. I can’t help it if you’ve lost, sweetness, but I sure am going to enjoy bringing you to orgasm.” To drive home his point, he twisted both of my nipples—hard—making me feel the direct line to my clit, as a sultry moan came from the back of my throat.

  He reached underneath my short leather skirt and lifted the edges to peek at the barely-there G-string. I’d started to protest at his forwardness, when, through the material, his fingers rubbed up against the edges of my nub, making me shudder. I scarcely contained my desire to move against his hand. How did he do this? Anytime someone ever tried touching me like that, I’d always yell for them to stop or call out “Red” which was the standard safeword.

  Master’s eyes met mine with a knowing look. “I’ve never played with someone so responsive to my touch. You’re so wet already.” His fingers continued to stroke against the fabric of my G-string. “Before we take this any further, what’s your safeword?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t have one.” I sheepishly admitted, trying to avoid looking at him.

  His hands stopped immediately, as they fisted in my hair, and forced me to look up at him. “Do you want to stop this? I’ll stop right now—just say the word. I didn’t realize how inexperienced you were, beautiful.”

  I shook my head, or at least the best I could, given that he was holding me in place. “That’s why I’m here.” Tears formed at the corners of my eyes as I admitted, “I come from a family who are all into this lifestyle. I’ve grown up around it, but I’ve been too scared to experience it for myself—thanks to one bad experience.” I swallowed hard as I looked into his eyes and pleaded with him, “Please, show me what I am. Help me to see who I can be by giving me the knowledge I’m craving, something to build upon.”

  His hands tightened in my hair as his lips came crashing down forcefully upon mine. I couldn’t move, only absorbing what he had to give me, which was a passion beyond anything I’d ever felt in my life. The warmth I’d felt growing as a slow
burn earlier was now a raging inferno of molten lava ready to burst forth its top in the grandest pyroclastic explosion ever witnessed by anyone. A few tears of joy slipped past my eyes and onto his hands, knowing he’d show me what I so desperately needed to see about myself: the truth of who I was.

  Coming up for air that we both needed, he pressed his forehead to mine. “You are a rare and precious treasure. I’d be honored to show you what you’re missing.” His hand came around to caress one side of my face, and I leaned into his touch. “Your safeword, until you find one of your own, is ‘Red’ for tonight. If you say that, I’ll stop whatever we’re doing, and we’re done for the evening. If you need to slow down just say ‘Yellow,’ and we can discuss what’s wrong. I’ll abide by your no penetration rule, but I’d like to give you a couple of orgasms that will relax you and leave you questioning your hard limit. Do you agree to this?”

  “Yes. Please, anything. I need to…”

  A small smile spread across his face at my lack of words. “You need what, baby?”

  The way he said baby, and the way he still cradled the side of my face with his hand, made me want this man more than anything. “I need you to make me come.”

  “My pleasure.” He took my lips with a punishing kiss as one hand reached up under my skirt and tore the G-string right off my body, making me tense. “Sorry, honey. We don’t want these to get in the way.” I watched as he sniffed the shreds of my underwear before pocketing them.

  His fingers were truly masterful, caressing my folds and finding my hard nubbin with ease. The circular motions made me wish I hadn’t had limited movement. I wanted to increase the friction of his hand, to make myself come quickly, but every attempt to push into his touch made him stop. “Who’s the Dominant here, sweetness? You or me?”

  “You.” I admitted sheepishly.

  “You, what?”

  “Since you’re not technically my Master, I’ll respond with, ‘You, Sir.’”

  He switched to rubbing circles against my hardened clit with his thumb as his fingers ran along the outside of my center, making me squirm. “Sir is acceptable for now, little one, but I’ll see what I can do to get you back in here so you’re not seeking trouble elsewhere. Then we’ll see whether or not I become your actual Master so I can take charge of your lessons on becoming a proper submissive. I know you’ve seen plenty, but to go through it is a whole other side to things.” A smirk played across his face as he added, “I suspect your shyness is a ploy, hiding a minx ready to be unleashed. One I’d love to tame.”

  I swallowed hard and could feel the blush spread across my face and down my chest. I couldn’t fathom why this man wanted me so, and why I was so willing to offer myself up to him. I was confused, but, at the same time, I’d never felt something so right in my life. The idea warmed me—to know he’d want to take me on as his sub. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  His thumb continued to rub over my clit as one finger pushed inside my pussy. I can’t believe I just said the word. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked the finger that had been inside me. “You taste as good as you smell.” He nibbled on the outer edge of my mouth as he grabbed my hair tight, forcing me to look at him. “I’m going to have a better taste of your sweet nectar as I drive my tongue up inside your pussy and make you cream all over my mouth. But you’re not to come until I tell you. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He grabbed a pillow from the side wall and knelt down in front of me, tucking the edges of my skirt up into the waist line, giving himself a clear look at my lower half. I didn’t feel exposed, until he took each ankle and strapped them down to what I now realized was a St. Andrew’s Cross. I’d always feared what a woman, or man, must feel like being strapped to one of these, but it was a heady sense of sinfulness. I thought I’d feel on display; instead, I found myself relaxing into the cross, allowing it to support my weight as I surrendered myself freely to the Master’s touch.

  His fingers parted my folds as his tongue took the first swipe at my clit. I, for some reason, wanted to close my legs and was suddenly thankful that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was surreal to have a feeling of trust. He continued to lick at my folds, teasing my hard nubbin as he worked a finger into my center and began moving it back and forth, causing something deep inside me to start to build.

  “You’re tight as all get out, darling. I won’t be able to get my tongue into you until I can work at least two fingers into that unyielding pussy of yours. I need you to relax, go to your happy place, and surrender your body to my care, sweetness.”

  I let my head fall against the back of the cross. I focused on my breathing and how pleasurable his touch was. I didn’t tense like I had in the past. He wasn’t trying to force his fingers or anything else inside me. He was focused on me experiencing a climatic high—a first beyond the use of my own fingers.

  His tongue increased intensity on my clit, as his finger seemed to be moving easier in and out of my center. I felt a little pressure as another finger was added. My body instantly tightened on its own accord, so he halted his movement to allow me time to adjust. As soon as I relaxed, his fingers continued to fuck my center. OMG, I can’t believe I said the word fuck! I’m such a prude.

  My breathing and heart rate started to increase. I wanted to close my legs together to make myself come, but I couldn’t. I was at the mercy of this man, this Master’s touch. The heat within me continued to grow as he slowly slipped his fingers out of my center. His teeth teased the outer tissue of my entrance and…oh, sweet Lord…his tongue started fucking my pussy. What was this man doing to me? He’s drawing out a vixen I didn’t even know existed deep within me.

  His tongue moved at a frantic pace as his thumb pressed hard against my clit, rubbing it in an intense manner I knew would have me coming soon. I heard someone yell out, “Please. Please, Sir,” before realizing it was my own voice laced with the extreme need to come.

  “Not yet, little one. You’re not to come until I tell you.” His administrations stopped only long enough to sternly tell me those words. How the hell was I not to come? Was there some magic to holding back an orgasm?

  His tongue continued to push into the fiery heat that was now a molten mess of liquid lava ready to explode its cream into his awaiting mouth. My breaths were now pants of need, barely containing the scream that was waiting to be torn from my body at the moment the orgasm would impact me.

  His thumb and tongue continued to work in unison, at a frantic speed, while one of the fingers that had been inside me pressed hard against my forbidden hole, not quite breaching the outer ring as he yelled out, “Come for me. Now. Come all over my mouth and cover me with your cream, sweetness.”

  My breath choked as darkness surrounded me. A myriad of lights started going off like an explosion of fireworks lighting up the night sky. My body seized against his tongue while the finger against my ass coaxed a scream from deep within me. He continued to work me as the pulses of sensation continued undulating throughout my entire body, from head to toe. I hadn’t come once, but twice, under his ministrations. I was thankful I was strapped to the cross; otherwise, I would’ve been splayed out on the floor, unable to hold myself up. My body was limp with total relaxation—unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  He stood up from the floor and grabbed hold of both sides of my head, helping me to look at him. His chin and mouth were glistening with my essence—which I could feel running down my leg. Why on earth did I ever wait this long to try something like this?

  “You were magnificent, taking pleasure in your orgasm. Has anyone ever made you come like that before?”

  I shook my head and smiled. “No, Sir. Only my fingers and nothing life-affirming like this was tonight.”

  He laughed. “Life-affirming, huh? You’re stroking my ego here, sweetness. If we get the chance to play again, I’ll have to up the ante.”

  Master grabbed a towel from the side table and cleaned me up before releasing me from
the straps. He righted my skirt and grabbed a water bottle from the small fridge hidden in the room, along with a piece of chocolate, before sitting me on his lap and insisting I wasn’t to go anywhere until I finished both. I knew he was making sure I didn’t crash from the adrenaline high he’d taken me on.

  I didn’t want the evening to end, but all too soon, he was escorting me out of the building. “Did you drive?”

  “No, Sir. I took a cab.”

  He reached into his leathers and pulled out a cell phone to text someone. “I don’t want you riding with just anyone, especially since you don’t have any underwear on. My buddy sometimes works as a driver, so he’ll be by to take you home.”

  I looked up into his eyes and could see some kind of emotion swirling behind them. He opened his mouth a couple times to say something, but just shook his head. I finally asked, “Will I see you again?”

  His eyes looked toward the ground as he kicked some rocks around on the pavement. “I don’t know.” He finally looked up, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. “I don’t have any pull here at the club. I’m only doing this as a favor to someone, so I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t guarantee anything. Just promise me you won’t go to any other clubs until you hear from Rapture.”

  “I promise.” Before I could even finish saying the words, his mouth was on mine, reminding me why I needed to wait, why I needed him.

  I awoke with a startle as the phone rang beside me, nearly causing me to plummet out of the window seat and onto my backside. I looked around and noticed the book was still marked to the page with the heroine and the hero in their playroom, with her attached to the cross. No wonder I daydreamed. As I stood up, I realized I must have come, as moisture drizzled past my soaked panties, down my inner thighs. The last thoughts of my encounter played through my mind…he’d said, “I’d like to claim you…” as I was being driven away. He didn’t think I’d heard him, but I had. I wanted him too, whoever he was.