Liberated Heart (Windy City Book 4)

by Measha Stone

  "Yes, sir. If you have."

  He reached over and plucked her nipple with his fingers, pinching it until it stood erect again.

  "Good girl." He bent over the bed and ran his tongue over the taught nipple, taking it between his teeth. His eyes rolled at the seductive sound of her hiss. "So fucking good. Almost done." He dropped the flogger on the bed beside her and reached over to pick up the cane.

  "Sir?" She began to wiggle in her bonds, but he ignored her. She would use her safeword if she needed to, he had to put that trust in her.

  "Just five, on each leg." He promised and tapped the cane on the inside of her right thigh. "Count them. If you don't miss any, I'll let you come."

  She nodded. The ropes groaned at her wiggling around, but they would hold.

  "One!" she screamed when the first strike landed. "Two!" An angry red stripe appeared above the first. By the time he'd reached five on the inside of her right leg, the welts were lined up all the way up toward her knee.

  "So good." He ran his thumb over her clit, and she sighed at the sensation. "See, reward for doing good." He licked the pad of his thumb and again rolled her swollen clit beneath it, driving her even closer to an edge he would deny her from falling over.

  The tapping of the cane on her left thigh made her tense. Her foot flexed, and he could see the muscles in her ass harden. "Soften. Don't tighten up on me." He tapped the edge of the cane to her pussy until she complied. "There you go. Just five more, and then I'll let you come."

  "Yes, sir." Her chest heaved up and down as she controlled her breathing, and he noticed a thin layer of sweat glistening on her skin. "One." She groaned as the second landed, and by the last strike she was nearly sitting up. A tear slipped down her cheek, and he leaned over her, licking it off and kissing her lips.

  "So beautiful," he whispered between powerful kisses. "Now your reward." He kissed her chin, then the valley between her breasts. He moved to her nipples, giving each a soft kiss and a hard nip before making his way down her body. She glanced downward at him, and he gave her a slow wink before descending onto her clit, circling his tongue around the swollen nub.

  Again the ropes cried under the strain of her pull. He heard her suck in breath as he worked his mouth all around her sex, nipping at her labia, sliding his tongue up her slit and flicking her clit. He circled her opening, pulling her lips further apart but never entering her, even when she tensed and began begging.

  He ignored her pleas and continued to slowly torment her. When his tongue reached her opening she'd try to arch up, to take him inside of her and he'd move away, focusing on her thigh or her labia again. "Such a pretty pussy," he whispered, nibbling at her thigh with short sharp bites.

  Blowing gently across her clit, he grinned when she trembled from the sensation. Her entire body melted into the bed, into his hands. He cupped her ass, pulling her up to him, as though he were about to drink the finest of wines and put his mouth over her clit. He suckled her, licked at her, and she moaned and writhed beneath him.

  "Please! Please, may I come?" she screamed. He shook his head in response, and she pulled on her restraints even harder. "Please! I have to. Please!"

  "Not yet. I'm not done playing." He moved his hand so that his thumb rested against her tight bottom hole. Again she tensed. "Relax, it's just my finger." He pushed inward, feeling the rim give as he pushed up to his first knuckle. "I bet that feels even better." He wiggled his finger in her ass as he continued to suck and bite at her sensitive clit.

  "Fuck! I have to come. Please, sir."

  "Okay, you can come. But only once, Erin. If you steal a second, there will be discipline."

  She nodded her agreement, and then threw her head back. He pushed his thumb all the way into her ass, and sucked her clit hard. If he had any neighbors that were close by, they would have heard every syllable of her screams. He couldn't understand a word of what she was saying, but he understood the general meaning.

  He licked her gently, easing her down from her orgasm before he removed his thumb from her asshole. When she stopped wiggling and was attempting to catch her breath he placed a chaste kiss to her clit and stood up.

  Her glossy gaze met his while he rolled a condom over his cock. He wished he could feel her, truly feel her when he fucked her, but they hadn't had that discussion yet. The tip of his cock rubbed over her clit, and he smiled when she moaned. "Sensitive little clit, huh?" He rubbed harder and enjoyed the sight of her wiggling again. When she looked close to finding her own release again, he pulled back and lined up his cock with her wet opening. "Only one, remember. No seconds today."

  Bradley thrust his shaft so deep into her passage, his balls slammed against her ass. The heat still simmering in her cheeks from the flogging mirrored the hot cream of her pussy. He groaned, pulled back and shoved hard into her again, stretching her. "So fucking tight." He growled with satisfaction.

  He pulled back and Erin groaned in protest just before he slammed into her again. And again. Bradley set a firm rhythm, pounding into her with little regard to anything other than the pleasure he drove them both to. She cried out with his thrusts, but each cry was for more. The girl wasn't going to come again, but she wanted her fill of him. Who was he to deny her.

  "Fuck." He grabbed her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her unrelentingly. Her pussy dripped around him, grabbing him and pulling him into her. She ached for another orgasm, he could feel the walls of her cunt clenching him, readying for another explosion.

  He pulled out until just the tip of his dick nestled inside of her. He alternated between deep, hard strokes and short, soft ones that left her writhing in frustration and dragging him to his own end. When his own torment became greater than hers, he pushed her legs even further apart and let himself take what he'd been waiting all day for.

  For the second time that evening, he found himself grateful that no one lived within earshot of his house. He bellowed out his release. His orgasm tore through him, bursting his insides and leaving him without any air. The harder he plowed into her, the more intense his orgasm became. Once he was drained, every drop of his come pulled from his body, he lay limp over her chest, resting his face between her breasts. Every time he fucked her, the same happened. He tried to make her a gooey hot mess and in return she managed to do the same to him.

  "Bradley?" Her whisper pulled him to the present.

  "Yeah?" Forcing himself up, he held himself up on his arms, hovering over her face. She grinned, her eyes still glazed and happy.

  "My wrists are getting a little sore." She looked up to where her hands were tied together. He followed her gaze and checked out her hands. The coloring was still good.

  "Do you think I care?" He huffed and kissed the tip of her nose. Her smile didn't waver.

  "Yes. I think you do."

  He pinched her hip. "Brat." She gave him a pleasant squeal before he lifted off of her and began to untie her. Once all the rope was off, he rubbed her wrists and her legs until she assured him she was fine.

  He cleaned up, putting everything way and putting on his jeans. "I meant what I said, Erin. No meeting Jonathan alone, and if you get another envelope you call me right away."

  "I already agreed to that." She rolled her eyes.

  "Did you really just roll your eyes at me?" He held the buckle of his belt in his hands stopping mid buckle.

  "Yes." She grinned. "Do you want to spank me?"

  "Insatiable wench." He shook his head and finished buckling his belt. "When I get my strength back, I'm going to paddle your ass raw. You don't like that paddle, I know." It was his turn to grin when she blanched at his statement. She might like spankings, but any sort of wood implement made her want to run.

  "You don't have to do that. I'm sorry." She knelt up on the bed and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a coy smile. He shook his head.

  "You think you can make me soft?" Her hands ran over his head.

  "I don't want soft. Not from you." She r
eached up and kissed him. A gentle, sweet kiss that had just as much effect on him as if she'd grabbed his cock. It wasn't just a kiss that said I want to fuck you. It was a kiss that said "I really like you."

  And damned if that didn't mean even more to him.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Erin found herself being glared at over the breakfast table on Thursday morning. She'd woken up a little early and made breakfast, as she did every morning. But she had also gone to his workout room. That's where he had found her, running, or rather walking as fast as she could without running, on his treadmill. When he questioned her what she was doing, she had said she was working out. Duh!

  It took him all of three seconds to get her naked and begging before she told him exactly what she was doing. She wanted to be more fit. Like him. She knew she wasn't ugly, but she wanted more tone, to be able to handle a sterner bondage like she'd seen in some of the movies she watched. He hadn't laughed, but he had given her nipples a few tweaks over the fact that she found herself lacking in any way. The tweaks drove her arousal through the roof and before she could cultivate an excuse he had her bent over the weight bench and fucked her hard until she screamed from two orgasms that fully exhausted her.

  "Do you not want me to use the weight room?" She poked at her scrambled eggs.

  "You can use any room in the house." He sipped his coffee, still glaring.

  "Then why are you looking at me like you can't decide if you want to strangle me or beat me?"

  "No decision needed there. Beat you. Every time." He flashed a grin, then went back to glaring.

  She put her fork down and turned on him. "What is it, Bradley?"

  "Are you going to stay away from Jonathan?"

  "We already talked about that," she reminded him.

  "Yes, but agreeing with something post orgasm, isn't really an agreement. Now, tell me the truth."

  "I can handle Jonathan. I don't need you to do that for me." She picked up her plate and brought it to the sink. She needed to get to work early, get the new color scheme over to Sean.

  "That's what I thought." He sighed.

  "Bradley, the week's almost up," she said quietly, facing away from him. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt, but she didn't want to continue playing like they were in a real relationship when they both knew it was just a fling.

  "Yes, it is. You're right."

  "So, we don't need to pretend, okay? I mean, I'm not going to be able to finish everything with the house in the next two days, so I'm going to have to deal with Jonathan." She rinsed off her plate and placed it in the dishwasher.

  "Why do we have a time limit?" He was sitting in his chair, looking as dangerous as ever with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised. The clear blue of his eyes struck her as the sunlight peered through the window. The man was beautiful, even when he looked at her with such fierceness.

  "We set one." She closed the door to the dishwasher and set the timer.

  "If we set it, can't we reset it?"

  "Bradley, I have to get to work. Can we talk about this later?"

  "No. You won't want to talk about it then, either. You push it off hoping it will just go away. Like you do with the house and Jonathan. If you just avoid those issues they will disappear."

  How did he manage to do that? Every time she set up a wall, he just flicked his wrist to knock it down.

  "Do you want to end this between us?" Although his expression remained stoic, vulnerability laced his question.

  She looked at him, really looked at him from across the kitchen. End it? Hadn't they already agreed it would end after the week was over? But, no, she didn't want that. She didn't want to let go of him, of what they were building. "No, I don't want that."

  "Then don't let it end." He stood up from the table and pointed to the floor beside him. "Come here and kneel." She walked to him, no longer thinking about work, about Sean, or anyone else. Gliding to her knees, she put her hands on her thighs and looked up at him. "See? See how natural and confident you just were? I have no desire to end this. I don't want you to go home, I want you to stay here. I want to keep going." He sat back in his chair, straddling her with his knees and cupping her face, pulling her to him.

  "I thought you didn't do long term relationships."

  "And I didn't think you wanted anything more than a rebound." His thumb ran over her lip. "I propose we just let this go. Keep moving along with it and see where it takes us. Maybe it lasts maybe it doesn't, but, Erin, this is the first time in a very long time that I've wanted to take a chance." His glower smoothed out, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. "If you're afraid that I'll do what he did…"

  "I'm not." She shook her head. "Jonathan was always selfish; he gave very little to our relationship. You aren't like that. Just because he was a coward doesn't mean every man is." She'd seen enough of Jessica's broken hearts to know men could be cruel, but she always told her that she'd find her prince, and Erin had to believe that she'd find her own one day, too.

  "Good. So you'll stay away from Jonathan unless I'm with you?"

  "I can't promise that." She tried to pull away from his hands when he gripped her chin tighter.

  "I see." He let her go, then stood. "Well, maybe if I show you what will happen if you disobey me, you'll work a little harder to be sure do as you're told." He put his hands in her hair and pulled her to her feet.

  "Bradley!" She tried to swat his hand away, but he wouldn't be deterred. He pulled her towards the kitchen stools, kicked one away from the counter and pushed her down on one.

  "Grab the legs," he ordered and gave her head a little shake when she didn't immediately obey. Once her hands were wrapped around the legs, he pulled her skirt up over her back. "a thong?" He slid one finger beneath the strap nestled between her cheeks. "Well that makes this a little easier."

  Erin braced herself for what she knew was coming, for what she thought she knew was coming. She hadn't expected what came next. His hand came down. Hard. No light touches, no warm up smacks, just forceful slaps that kept coming. She screamed and fought, bucking up against him. His only response was to place a firm hand between her shoulder blades to keep her down as he continued to wail on her unsuspecting ass. Where the hell was the warm up? When her feet slid out beneath her, he paused only long enough to put her back in place, pushing her ass even higher in the air.

  He remained completely silent as he spanked her, leaving a fire burning in her ass after each stroke of his hand. She made enough noise for the both of them. Knowing he wouldn't let her up, wouldn't let her go until he was finished, she dropped her head, released the tension in her shoulders and surrendered herself to him.

  "There we go." He moved his hand from her back, and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her ass up even higher and delivered the last of the strokes. The hardest of the bunch.

  She lay over the stool, letting the tears fall without shame. He had lit her ass on fire, and it had only been a warning. He didn't soothe her like he had the first time he'd spanked her, this time he stood beside her and let her collect herself. Once her breath evened out, and she was no longer sniffling, he helped her to stand. He smoothed down her skirt and turned her to face him. His hands were rough as he wiped away her tears and righted her hair as best he could.

  "I'll ask the question again. Unless I'm with you, will you stay away from Jonathan?" She nodded. "Words, Erin."

  "Yes, sir." And she would. Going through that again wouldn't be possible. How would she make it through the day with such a memory replaying itself all day long? Then he kissed her. He tasted every bit of her, exploring her mouth. There lingered a possessiveness to his kiss that gave her the comfort to lean into him, to respond openly to him. His lips, his scent, everything about him at that moment drove her libido into high gear. Just as quickly he broke off the kiss and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tightly to him. Her own arms snaked around his waist, and she nuzzled into him.

  "And if you get ano
ther envelope today in the office, call me. Don't open it, okay?" He kissed the top of her head.

  "Okay."

  "Now, George is going to drive you to work. I've kept you later than you were expecting, and I don't want you to be late." He left her standing in the middle of the kitchen, dazed and completely aroused. When he returned to her side he held out her purse to her. "Oh, and tomorrow night's dinner is your pick, from what I was told. Just let me know where you'd like to go and I'll get reservations."

  "Dinner?" Tomorrow would be Friday. "Oh, I'll just let Jess know I can't make it."

  He shook his head even before she was done speaking. "No, you won't. No more hiding. No more putting things off hoping they go away. You'll need to explain what happened and what's going on. They're your friends. They aren't going to judge you." He assured her of something he couldn't promise. Of things he knew nothing about.

  "Would it be okay if we just did dinner here?" She dug out her phone and began send the message out. Bradley had that look in his eyes, the one that warned her against arguing further, and her ass couldn't take another spanking. Just the idea of sitting in the car for the ride to work worried her.

  "If that's what you want, sure. We can order in." He wiped a strand of hair from her face. With the new length she hadn't figured out exactly how she wanted to style it, so leaving it down with curls around her face seemed to be the easiest for the moment.

  "I can cook." She continued typing. "We don't usually meet until around eight. That gives me plenty of time to make dinner and drink a few glasses of wine."

  He gave a hearty laugh and swatted her ass playfully. "No wine. I haven't seen you take a sip of liquor since I've known you. I get the feeling you have a low tolerance."

  She snorted and finished typing out the minimal details for the group. Dinner at eight tomorrow night. "What's your address? Or should I just tell them the big ass mansion on the south side of the park?"

  "Brat." He took her phone, and she let him put his address in. "George is outside waiting. I have a meeting tonight with Alex and the other two owners. It will probably run late, so don't wait up for me." He handed her phone back and kissed her again. "Fuck. You taste too good to let go."