by Susan Arden
“I didn’t think you were,” I retorted. He loved shocking me, and it almost seemed like he also relished the moment I was fit to be tied—on many levels. Yet in turn, I couldn’t imagine him allowing someone to bind him. “Wait, so you let someone discipline you? I thought you weren’t into that.”
“Do you think I could ever be a submissive?”
The idea was far-fetched. “Not unless you were intoxicated or hypnotized.”
“Not even,” he snorted. “To satisfy your ever-curious mind, the truth is I met someone who desired to be disciplined. She lived this lifestyle, had lots of experience, and taught me what to do. The basics. Once that door was opened, there was no closing it or going back to vanilla. It’s not my nature to be submissive to anyone. Ever.”
“No, I can’t see you playing that part.”
He kissed my lips, a feral glint tingeing his eyes. “Why? Would you like to discipline me? Bind my wrists with handcuffs and have me at your will?” He held out his wrists in mock pretense, and I felt a frisson of excitement tear through me.
“Yeah, I might. But not for the reasons of discipline. Because you trust me to take care of your needs.”
We both stared at each other for several long seconds, then he threaded his fingers through my hair, drawing my face to him, but held off from kissing me. His breath was hot and his eyes—his pupils were dilated. I believed I’d angered him and was prepared to hear him level me with a huge-ass reason why handcuffs on him would never occur.
“Eliza, I don’t know how you do it,” he began. “But do you realize how fucking hot you make me? Baby, if I’m not careful, you’re going to have me at the edge before you can snap your dainty fingers.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was early morning, the first time I’d slept with a woman in my bed in years. I lay with Eliza in my arms, her rhythmic breathing quiet in my ears. I longed to sink into her and have her wrapped around me, soft, warm, and sighing the way she was by the end of last night. I had a few more minutes before the alarm would ring.
Lifting upward, I moved my hands to her hips, rolling her onto her back, and opening her legs. Her skin was so smooth and I traced my fingers down her thighs. At the sight of her pussy and the twinkling metal piercing, the memory of biting her clit and her eyes locking onto mine when I sucked the tiny metal bar into my mouth came flooding back. God, the mental rush I felt when our eyes had met, my tongue deep in her and lapping up her release. Talk about decimation to the bands of my self-control—forget the possibility of getting into my work zone. I mentally shoved aside how I’d sworn to get my head out of my ass and back to business.
Well, those ideas could go straight to hell. I pressed a kiss on her hip bone, close to her butterfly tattoo, and she moaned my name. Right now, my hunger for Eliza raged. Un-fucking-controllable.
The only business I was interested in was driving my cock into her until she shouted my name with that raspy voice of hers and being soaked by her coming undone.
“Eliza,” I whispered tightly, clenching my jaw. Fuck, for all the structure I’d attempted to have in place—a bullshit agreement for one—it was to the point of laughable when all I wanted to do was keep her next to me, warm and naked and open to whatever I craved. She’d managed get inside my head no matter how hard I tried to keep her out. I’d refused to admit she had an unshakable power to drive me to my knees.
For years, and until last week, I was so in control and on my game—a joke of an illusion. When the sirens began to toll, loud and louder, I ignored them like some pompous prick. Fate probably slapped her knee and hollered for destiny to watch the biggest sucker yet to be born. That sucker being me.
Worse when I met her gaze, and she grinned up at me, murmuring, “Great morning.”
“Let’s make it even better.” I kissed her long and hard, capturing her firm breasts. I squeezed her tits and rolled her nipples between my fingers until she squirmed uncontrollably beneath me.
Pulling back slightly from my lips, she whispered, “Why don’t you ever worry about the future?”
Funny she should say that when it wasn’t the case for me. Not anymore as I wondered how much of being with her I could take before it became impossible to walk away. Only a couple of days together and I had no resistance to Eliza or her naked body.
“I’ve made my way by taking steps to do what I can to make it work out, and the rest is beyond my control. It may seem like I work within a box, but I’m well aware that the element of chaos is hard at work. You are my chaos for the moment. You keep me from getting lost in the infinite details. Like right now, instead of reviewing factory specs, I’m more concerned about fucking that filthy hot mouth of yours.”
She gave me the look. No need to say aloud. For now?
“Eliza,” I snarled. “Would you care to start with ten and then have your mouth properly fucked?”
“And afterward? You’ll go back to factory specs?”
“I’m not going to apologize that I have work to do. What I will be sorry for…is if this is a lesson you require at this moment, when I could be mouth deep. I swear, you will feel the sting.”
“Can’t I speak my mind?”
I inhaled. She had me. “That’s not a question. It’s a trap.” I spread her legs, not about to let the moment escape us.
“It occurs to me that you’re living in the moment, more so than I was with my fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants view on life. That’s not a judgment for or against you or me. But with you, I sense a different type of trap—one that has me aware of the future. Maybe aware isn’t the right word.” She hesitated.
“Anxious,” I supplied. No joke. She wasn’t the only one, only she had the balls to own it and was being honest, unlike me. A spineless wanker. Yeah, I was definitely starting to feel the slithering tendrils seeping into my thoughts of how to prolong our relationship beyond six months. Need I say? I didn’t like the mental snapshot of her leaving me. Fuck that idea.
She laughed as though she’d just thought of something funny. “It might be a case of friggin’ hero worship. I mean aren’t you the man who Time said could walk on water?”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s PR propaganda. Bullshit my team puts into spin. What do you want me to say?” I couldn’t promise her I wouldn’t walk away. Is that what she was after? About a million thoughts scurried through my head, all of them involving her. I should just tell her. And fuck, what? Have her own me?
Had that pleasure. It blew up. Left me for dead. Shit. I couldn’t believe I’d just thought that. Two caskets pierced my memory.
Okay, enough of this. I wasn’t about to become an emotional basket case. Fuck! Until I felt like I wasn’t about to careen down the side of a mountain on my ass, my emotions were effectively on lock-down.
My cock, on the other hand, was raring to go. I opened the nightstand drawer, pinching a condom. “Eliza, I’ve got to fuck you.”
“Please, Graham,” she whispered, her fingers plucking her nipples. She was so damn beautiful. I reminded myself that rolling on the condom required I stop watching Eliza play with her perfect tits—strike that—my perfect tits. I swallowed, questioning the possibility if I’d own the spitfire next to me, even for a second.
“Baby, get ready.” I grabbed my dick and aligned my crown with her opening, and drove myself home. For a second we both stared at each other, and fuck if I wasn’t going to lose it the second I began thrusting. What the hell was happening to me?
“Oh, babe,” she whispered, clenching around me.
I leaned over and kissed her. Slowly, I plunged my tongue into her mouth in search of her softness. In need of getting lost. She moaned against my lips, and I opened my eyes, ready for action. I lifted upward, curling my hands around her hips and sinking into her deeper.
“Better get there!” I growled and grazed my fingers lower on her body, down until I touched her tiny pierced nub and pinched her clit.
She squeezed my cock and I exhaled sharply, taking it as a challenge. �
��Really?” I retorted. “After last night?”
“Oh. Really,” she flung back like nobody’s business.
Never one to back away from a gauntlet, I grabbed a hold of the headboard, my thumbs pressing so hard I dented the leather, and I gave into the need to fuck her until she shouted my name and came all over my dick. Fucking myself senseless is what I was truly after.
“Consider this repayment,” I snarled.
Before I could slam into her, she lifted up on her elbows and said as calm as fucking day, “But the article failed to mention your abilities insofar as the bedroom…and living room. Or how spectacular you are in the kitchen. Don’t act like you’re not a total beast in the bathtub. But what, besides building a tech empire and sex, did you do with a laser fixation?”
She wanted an answer, but my head was so far up my ass in my need to sink into her, I stared liked I’d just been struck dumb and responded by scrubbing a hand down my face. Words might as well as have been boulders; they were heavy and cumbersome. Nothing glib arose in my mind as our gazes fuses—but it fully came to me. A fucking epiphany. I was a goner as she stared up at me with those mercurial eyes—a mixture of innocence and sin. I mean, seriously fucked-in-the-head type shit was about to go down.
I hoped to hell she appreciated my effort, because I was fumbling and bad. I had one course and it was to cover my tracks. Or this ‘training’ would be fucked up on exponential levels. Get it to-fucking-gether, Gordon!
“Eliza, in my simple world, work and sex are my life. I’m not complicated. But you, Christ Almighty, you’re a Rubik’s Cube and a Rube Goldberg challenge rolled up into one. And one I sometimes get the impression I’ll never solve. No. More. Talk. Unless it’s my name, spilling from those fuckable lips of yours.”
Need I remind myself why morning blowjobs were so productive? No talk. Total delivery.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Puzzle. Yep, I was. To him and to me. But after last night, I trusted him a whole lot more. Unabashed, I was determined to slay, or at least subdue, the dragon of jealousy. And how better than to be honest? I wanted to know what made him tick. How to turn him on? My pleasures were his—he’d said. Then maybe the same held true for his pleasure being mine.
Knowledge is power. My new mantra. Knowledge is power, and power is freedom.
Proof was all around me and specifically on top of me. Graham might be tied to his company, but he was powerful. He chose his path and reclaimed it each day—until he selected another one. I wanted the same. Eliza, you’d better learn from the master.
My mind tumbled, seeing the future and a doorway, and not knowing what lay in wait. My stomach twisted. So much for all my good intensions. At this rate, I’d become a habitual worrier if I didn’t get control of my thoughts—the point of my being here. I groaned softly, arching my neck.
Graham hooked his finger under my chin and pulled my face front and center. “Your focus should be here. On us. Or do you need help?” Steel was firmly etched Graham’s voice, but he didn’t try to stare me down. “Touch me,” he said as he slid out of me. He nuzzled my neck, whispering into my hair. The weight of his words grounded me.
I trailed my hand down to his stiff cock, wet with my juices. I smiled when his hips jerked in response and focused on his body. Pure physical sensations were so much better than needling thoughts. His mouth sucking on my neck became more forceful with the pump of his hips as he thrust within my hand. Each suck he delivered got harder with each stroke I executed, and I relished being the one who got him this excited. His ramrod shaft had the nerve endings under my skin dancing.
“Is this enough attention?” I asked.
“You’re on track,” he grunted, tweaking my nipple between his forefinger and thumb as I moved my hand faster and firmer along his cock.
“Let me take me you in my mouth.”
“God,” he grunted. “Mind read much?”
“Not too difficult to interpret what you desire.” I laughed. “I can take a hint when it’s this rigid.”
He moved, lifting up and kneeling next to me. His long fingers feathered the sides of my face, guiding me to take him into my mouth. His fully erect cock was thick in my mouth, and he moved across my lips patiently this time. He flexed his hips and cantilevered in a protracted, almost soft-hard tempo of entering and exiting his crown from my mouth. I tasted me on his dick as I licked across him, lapping up the pre cum he released.
“So mind-blowing. Do me just like this.” He had my cheeks between his hands, moving himself within my mouth in an aching pace. I sucked on him, tasting salt, his texture, and his sighs. He flexed back, withdrawing his cock over my lips, and then returning, the next time plunging deeper into my mouth.
“Swallow me,” he groaned. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
I relaxed my throat muscles and let him in. Deeper. The morning expanded, yet his precious time unraveled in the moment. Graham continued his controlled thrusting against my tongue, groaning and pushing slower and farther down my throat.
His eyes were focused on my mouth, growing darker and hotter with each suck I delivered. Finally, he hit the back of my throat in one powerful thrust, pushing himself forward, cupping the back of my head, and holding me in place.
“That’s it. Take me all the way,” he commanded in a gravelly voice, threading his fingers through my hair as the muscles over his body constricted. I was thrown at how he actually looked—strung out. Ready to blow apart.
“More,” I moaned around his cock, studying the way his expression changed.
Graham began pumping faster and his skin grew flushed. His beautiful full lips parted in a hiss. He shuddered, fucking my mouth and releasing at the back of my throat. I felt myself grow so wet at the point he shouted my name, holding my face, and his cock swelled on my tongue. When he stopped pumping his hips, his chest heaved and the corded muscles over his body contracted into tight bands.
We stared at each other, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my mouth. The effect had me throbbing so hard I reached between my legs, ready to burst, and rubbed my fingers until they were soaked. He withdrew himself from my mouth, settled down next to me, and took hold of my hand, working my fingers expertly against my pussy.
“Don’t stop. We’re not through. Not even close. Open your legs and I want you to fuck yourself with your finger. I’m going to show you how. Like this, Eliza.” He shifted his gaze from my face to where I stroked my finger over my clit. Graham slipped his finger inside me at the same time. Together we finger fucked my pussy; he guiding me to find my G-spot, and the tingling pleasure he unlocked.
Oh God, I cried out for more. “Please,” I pleaded. “I’m coming.”
“That’s it. I want you to come hard.” Cupping my breast, he tweaked my nipple into a sharp peak. He stoked my desire each time he grunted in primal satisfaction. He instructed me what to do in sexy commands. Each of his deep-voiced demands reverberated inside my head and body, and landed in between my legs.
I began to come apart under his tutelage as he instructed me how to make myself orgasm so completely. I orgasmed, not once but again. My pussy throbbed and I clenched in pleasure. Graham kissed me, biting my lips and then told me what he planned on doing to me later tonight, using explicit terms—Holy God—the dirtiest words and I shivered. Words I’d never imagined having such an igniting effect, but from his mouth they were liquid fire in my blood.
He detonated more walls deep inside me. Then suddenly, he stopped touching me, and returned to his knees, his cock erect and standing at attention.
“Open your thighs and move your hands,” he commanded, climbing between my legs, lifting my calves over his shoulders.
Without another word, he thrust into me, pounding his cock root deep. He fucked me so hard the pressure in my head became unbearable as the heat in body boiled hotter. “Please, I’m there.”
“Baby, come for me. Now,” he grunted.
I scraped my nails down his back. I let go and gave into another screa
ming orgasm. I let it consume me as I held onto him. Without stopping, he fucked me through my release and into another, slamming his dick into me with steady, controlled strokes.
When he pulled out, cursing, I reached for him. “What’s wrong?” I stared at him, gasping.
“No condom,” he snarled, looking feral.
“Come here,” I groaned, rolling upward onto my elbows. “My mouth.”
He nodded, coming upright, and straddling his knees on either sides of my chest, stroking his dick. His slick cock was stiffer than last time, the ridge around his head swollen as he plunged into my mouth. I licked and sucked his glistening crown, savoring the silky texture of his flesh and his erotic taste. Gliding over my tongue and lips, he worked himself rapidly and wildly in my mouth. I tasted the first splash of his release, and he roared my name.
I was so there with him. My hand moved faster between my legs, doing as he’d taught me. I stroked my clit with my finger until I couldn’t take it and plunged my finger inside my pussy as I sucked him deeper. I melted and moaned as I came. His name tangled on my tongue.
The world faded. Waves of sensation rippled through me as we released in tandem. Swallowing, I was captivated by the explosive expression on his face. His blazing eyes found mine.
“Damn, you make leaving so uninspiring,” he groaned as he toppled over, coming down by my side and pulling me up to his chest. “How many times did you come, baby?”
“At least three. Maybe four. I don’t know. I lost count.”
“God, you’re so sensitive.” The shadows on the walls lightened. Through the windows, the sky above had started to change into gray, pink, and blue as I listened to his heartbeat return to normal. He pulled me over his chest until our faces were an inch apart, and we kissed. His body was a mixture of warm and hard, and I relaxed against him.
“You always smell so delicious after sex,” I murmured, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart.
“I smell like us,” he said, his voice rasped against my neck.