"Up on your knees and open that dirty mouth."
She could barely think. When she rose, it actually ached. She pressed her thighs together, trying to gain relief.
"Bad girl. Spread those legs so I can see your pussy. Again, you don't get relief unless I give it to you. You take and I will make sure you regret it."
There was a bit of a challenge in his voice, one that made her think he almost wanted her to do it, to come and then he could come up with some kind of nasty retribution. Instead, she did as he said.
"Ah, good."
He undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor so he could step out of them. She leaned forward, but he stopped her.
"Wait."
He pulled her shirt up and over her head, placing it on the chair behind him.
He left her there kneeling on the floor, waiting, but he soon returned with the blue scarf.
"Hands behind your back."
She did and almost fell over. He steadied her so she could find her balance before securing her hands behind her.
"Yeah, I like that." His voice shimmered with the arousal that was now pulsing through her blood, pounding at her with every breath she took.
He walked in front of her and took his cock in his hand. He stroked himself as he watched her. "If I was in the mood, I could leave you like that, no relief while I took mine. But, you do have a talented mouth and I want it wrapped around my cock."
He walked up to her and rubbed the tip of it against her lips. His nostrils flared.
“Open up, baby.”
Jillian usually didn’t like endearments like that, but Conner had a way of saying it that made her want to please him. She opened her mouth not wanting to wait any longer. The first taste of him danced over her taste buds. Salty, sweet, and she craved it more than anything else right now. He moved in and out of her mouth since she couldn’t due to her position. He slipped his fingers through her hair and plunged deep each time. She felt the head of his cock bump the back of her throat but she didn’t care. With each thrust into her mouth, he pushed her closer to the edge. Her mind was concentrating on nothing but giving him satisfaction.
He pulled out of her mouth abruptly, and she almost fell forward. She would have if he hadn’t been holding her. He cupped her and leaned down to give her a kiss. It was rough, wet, and she could feel it all the way to the soles of her feet. It caused her heart to beat completely out of control. By the time he pulled back, they were both breathing heavy. He leaned his forehead against hers, and when he brushed her braids back over her shoulder, she saw his hands were shaking.
At least he was affected by this as much as she was. He drew in a deep breath and then stepped back. He moved to the side and then helped her up.
“I think we should move this to the bedroom.”
He guided her into her room, and she felt a shiver of anticipation. He hadn’t done that much to her, and Jillian knew there was a part of her that wanted to obey and get rewarded. But there was that bad part of her, the one that wanted to push him into punishing her. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since their first time together and she was already going out of her mind.
He stopped in front of the bed. “We don’t have a lot to play with, unfortunately, but I plan on stopping by Rough ‘n Ready later today.”
She did have some things, but she wasn’t sure if she should tell him. She had never used any of it, but she was a hands-on researcher. She didn’t like describing something in her books if she didn’t know the mechanics.
He must have read it in her face because he asked, “What?”
“I have a few toys.”
She couldn’t read his face then. It was as if all his emotion was hidden behind a mask.
“Really?”
She didn’t know if he was granting her permission to speak or not.
“What do you have?”
“Riding crop, shibari ropes, and nipple clamps.”
“Hmm,” was all he said. It vibrated in his throat. “And you have used these?”
Oh, apparently he didn’t like that idea, and she couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied. The fact that he was a jealous shouldn’t make her feel this good but it did.
“No.”
That caught his attention. “No?”
“I bought it for research. They are in the bottom right drawer in my dresser.”
He paced in front of her slowly, then stopped beside her. He untied her wrists. “Get them for me.”
He sat down on the bed and waited. She walked to her dresser. Each step aggravated her already out-of-control arousal. Her labia was soaking wet, and she couldn’t even imagine waiting much longer, but she knew he was going to make her. Conner didn’t sound too happy that she hadn’t told him about them. She retrieved them, feeling a little odd. She wasn’t ashamed of her body. She had no problem being naked in front of others. This was different in some way.
She pulled out the crop and brought it over to him. He looked at her.
“Where are the other things?”
She shook her head. “The ropes are packed away, so I would have to find them. And the nipple clamps…”
His lips twitched. “Not your thing?”
She shook her head. “I like a little pain, but that is just beyond my acceptance.”
“You might change your mind. If you do, let me know.” He smiled and held out his hand. She gave him the crop. Conner studied it and slipped it through his fingers before smacking his opposite hand with it.
“Nice.” His voice had deepened even more. “Hands on the bed and show me that pretty ass of yours.”
She did as ordered, but now that a little of her arousal had been controlled, she did it slowly. Jillian really wanted to see how far she could push him.
“Do it now, Jillian, and do it fast.”
She placed her hands on the foot of the bed and bent over. He slipped the crop down her back, tracing her spine with it down to her ass, but instead of hitting her, he slipped it between her legs. She drew in a quick breath when he brushed it against her sex. It was the barest of touches—enough to tease but nothing else. She moved to get closer, but he chuckled and moved it away.
"Being naughty, Jillian?" he asked.
She wanted to be mad at the tone in his voice. It was the self-satisfied smirk she heard that usually had her temper rising, but this time she couldn't be mad. With that, there was a healthy dose of arousal threading his voice. Jillian knew he was under control to a point. Any man who could withstand a blowjob and not come like he did had immense control. There was something there that told her if she pushed him, they would both be rewarded by her punishment.
She moved again, and he sighed. It was part act, because it sounded like he was irritated, but she knew better. She knew that he wanted to punish her, wanted to smack her. And, dammit, she wanted him to do that.
He pulled the crop from between her legs and then smacked her ass. The sharp sound was loud in the silence of her house and arousing. The smack sent ripples of heat gliding over her flesh. He did it again, and she almost came. This was different than his hand. It was smaller and the pain a little sharper. He moved to her other cheek and smacked it hard. Again and again. Heat spread through her body, her pussy clenching with each smack. She could feel herself dampening as he smacked her. He stopped and pressed his palm against her hot skin.
"You are definitely made for spanking, Jillian."
She moaned when he continued to spread his hand over her ass and smack her other cheek again. When he stopped, she felt as if her ass was on fire. He was breathing heavily.
"You will learn that you will not be able to move, to take your pleasure. If we had the time, I would give the punishment you deserve."
The idea had her brain spinning. She had a feeling that Conner could be very precise in his punishments, and dammit, she wanted that. What woman wouldn’t?
"You aren't really ready for what I want to do to you."
She turned and looked ove
r her shoulder at him. "What makes you say that?"
His eyes narrowed, and he smacked her ass again. The new pain slipped through her, and she closed her eyes and shivered.
"On the bed, face up."
He was abrupt. She was thrilled. Just challenging him was fun and apparently a turn-on for him. She did as ordered, ready for the next bit of fun. He set the crop on the side table.
Conner walked around the bed, his erection easy for her to see. He had no trouble with his nudity that was for sure. And with such a specimen, she was glad for it.
“One of the things new subs have issues with is understanding their place.”
She could tell he wasn’t happy with her by his tone.
“I thought you might be a little more open to it. Maybe understand that my control of your body during our lovemaking was the ultimate goal.” He shook his head as if he were disappointed. “You have another lesson to learn.”
He sat beside her on the bed. As he skimmed his hands over her body, she started to close her eyes.
“No. Look at me.”
She couldn’t seem to do it, to make herself look at him.
“Jillian, open your eyes right now or you will earn a punishment you might not want to deal with.”
She willed herself to look at him.
“I keep saying this, but your pleasure is mine to give. You don’t get to decide. In this we have to agree, or I will stop. Of course, a little lesson right now in my power over you should do.”
She felt a lick of fear at the warning. Not that she thought he would hurt her, but she knew he was going to start pushing her boundaries, and Jillian wasn’t so sure she was ready.
He slipped his hand down her body and skimmed his index finger along her slit.
“You will not come until I give you permission, do you understand me?”
She didn’t answer right away, and he gave her clit piercing a tug.
“Do you?”
“Y-yes.”
Lightly, he moved his fingers over her pussy. It was almost playful, but she knew his intent. With each barely-there touch, he heightened her need and pushed her further to the edge of her release. Her eyelids grew heavy, but he smacked her pussy.
“No. You will continue to look at me.”
He dipped his fingers into her, and she sighed. The little move, along with pressing a finger against her clit, had her shivering. She was close, so close. Each time he moved his fingers, she grew damper and her inner muscles clamped a little harder around his fingers. Each thrust pushed her, and she felt herself tipping into her orgasm…he pulled his hand away.
“No, I didn’t give you permission.”
She pressed her thighs together, and he chuckled.
“Spread your legs. I don’t want to have to warn you of that again.”
She did, but she took her time. He looked back up at her, and when he noticed she continued to look at him, he smiled. “What a good girl.”
He gave her pussy another little pat. The small movement had another heat rolling through her body.
“You don’t want to experience what I would do to you if you don’t learn this lesson.”
She didn’t say anything as he pinched her nipples.
“You have the perfect breasts.” He bent down and took one into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the tip of it. Every time he did that, she felt it all the way to her cunt. He sat back up.
“See, if you can’t learn this lesson, I will tie you to the bed and leave you like this for a while. Can you imagine lying here, aroused, that pussy so wet, ready to be fucked, but gaining no relief? I would do it.”
There was no doubt in her mind that he would. She must have lost her mind because she found it somehow arousing.
“But, if you learn your lesson, we won’t have to do that. I can imagine it, though. I would have your legs tied apart, that pussy in view for me while you laid here wanting to come so badly it hurt.” He hummed, and she swore she felt the vibrations filter over her skin. “That might not be a bad thing.”
He slipped his hand between her legs again, and she felt herself moving to her orgasm. In and out he moved his finger, adding another one as he tugged and pressed against her clit ring. He held her gaze, daring her to look away, but she didn’t. Her breathing increased, and she was very aware of her breasts, of how hard her nipples were.
Soon, when she was very close to coming, he pulled his hand away and picked up the condom. He put it on then covered her body with his. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her. Some kind of emotion came and went in his gaze before she could figure out what it was. Then, slowly, he leaned down and gave her a kiss. The sweetness had her heart turning over. It was a moment that came and went so fast she wasn’t sure it happened, but in the next instant, he rose to his knees, lifted her hips off the bed and entered her in one hard thrust.
She was so aroused she almost came then. He must have felt it because he moved at a leisurely pace, not allowing her the release she needed.
Soon though, he was caught up in it and he said, “Come, Jillian, now.”
For a moment, she couldn’t. She had wanted it so fucking bad a minute ago. Now, she couldn’t. He pressed against her clit and said, “Do it now.”
She did in the next second. The orgasm hit her hard, causing her to bow off the bed and shake with the force of it. All the tension he had built up came surging forward in an explosion. As she started to come down from it, Conner sped up his thrusts so hard, the headboard was smacking against the wall. He pressed hard against her clit again and she came a second time before she had recovered from her first orgasm. This time he followed her, thrusting into her one last time and moaning her name.
Moments later, he collapsed, and she immediately slipped her arms around him. He kissed her cheek and rose up to look at her.
“Don’t cry, Jillian.”
She hadn’t realized she was. “I…” She lifted her hand to brush away the wetness. “I didn’t realize I was.”
He kissed her, and she could tell he was satisfied. He nuzzled her neck again, and she felt a huff of breath as he apparently settled in for a while.
“Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
He nodded and nipped at her jaw. She could tell the action was more one of comfort than sexual. She would have never guessed Conner was a snuggler.
“But I have some time, and I would rather get some rest. You wear an old man out.”
She chuckled and kissed his forehead. “I guess I can live with that.”
Jillian knew she was sunk right then and there. The man was a hard-ass Dom, definitely Alpha, but he would rather spend his morning snuggling with her. When he left it was going to hurt, more than she could probably imagine.
But, she couldn’t stop herself now. She knew from her experience with her parents that she couldn’t live life by waiting. You had to grab hold of happiness no matter how long it could last. As she drifted off to sleep, she realized that was exactly what she would do with Conner…and to hell with the consequences.
Chapter Ten
Conner stepped into the Wailana Coffee House and was immediately hit with the smells he associated with a good diner, although there was a hint of Asian flavor to it. He noticed a mixture of people, some definitely locals and some tourists, as he looked around for Maria Callahan. He found her sitting in the back corner booth by herself. He hadn’t been too sure that the steely-eyed fiancé would let her meet with him alone. She had her laptop open, and she was tapping away on the keys. He watched her for a moment, trying to mesh the woman she was when he trained her and the woman she was now. She looked...better, even happy. In all the years he had known her, he couldn’t remember her ever looking that way. Satisfied? Yeah, he had seen that, but there was a softness about her that told him she was finally, truly content.
He had known from the start that she wasn’t going to fit in with the bureau. Or he should say, she wouldn’t have been happy there for long. She would succeed; her fath
er had never given her that choice. Big John wouldn’t have allowed for anything else. Conner might have made some choices based on what was right for him and Maura, but she still had choices. He knew that John had never given Maria those.
She sat back and looked around. He knew the moment she saw him because she smiled, then waved. He walked down the aisle as she rose out of the booth and easily gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“You look good,” he said, and he meant it.
He waited for her to sit, and he sat opposite of her. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help returning it. There was something so joyful about her that seemed to spill over to everyone in her vicinity.
"Thank you. My new career agrees with me." She patted the laptop next to her on the table.
He shook his head. "I would have never thought you would walk away from the FBI. In fact, I thought you were still there."
She cocked her head to the side and frowned at him. "I thought you would have known about it before now."
He nodded. "I've been working too many hours lately to keep up with friends."
She opened her mouth to say something, but the waiter interrupted her response. Still, he knew better than to think that he was off the hook. They both ordered, and she surprised him by ordering a side of spam with her eggs for lunch.
“Eating like a local?” he asked when the waiter left them alone.
She laughed. “I am a local. We decided to stay here since we both love it, and Rome has a good job.”
“He works with Honolulu PD?”
She nodded and smiled. "I talked to your sister. She said you were supposed to be here relaxing. I hope you are doing that."
"You called my sister? You know my sister?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Remember that weekend she came to see you? We've kept in touch on and off."
He frowned. "Why would she do that?"
"I don't know, maybe because she needed a woman near her age to talk to?" Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
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