So they were going to the club. It was a little disappointing, but the sight of that bag and the knowledge that it was full of kinky goodness brought Ronnie right back to her happy place.
She fairly skipped up the stairs, twitching her ass and switching her skirt as Ian followed her.
“Feeling a little sassy, are you?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Me?”
His deep chuckle filled the stairwell and had desire pooling low in her belly. Ohh, she wanted his touch so much.
They didn’t speak again as he held out his hand and she put her keys into it. He opened the door then walked in behind her, closing it, the click of the deadbolt locking sounding loud in the silence.
He dropped the bag, turned and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met, and she immediately opened beneath his hungry, eating kiss. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid around to his back and down to his tight ass. He was so hard and hot, his muscles playing under her fingertips as they roamed his body.
Then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back. “Present yourself to me.”
Should she go to the bedroom? No, he didn’t say in the bedroom. Ronnie stepped away, pulse pounding as hot blood rushed through her body, heating and softening everything inside her for his use.
As she stripped off all of her clothes, Ian moved into the middle of the living room and began to pull things out of his bag.
She tried desperately not get distracted by the toys but each one she saw turned her on just a little bit more. When she was naked, she planted her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, raised her arms, and put her hands behind her head. Then she waited.
“Very good, Ronnie,” Ian said as he moved to stand directly in front of her. He looked into her eyes and she got the feeling she could hide nothing from him. “You remember your safeword?”
“Red”
“And if you get scared?”
“Yellow.”
He watched her closely, “You seemed disappointed when we came back here. Why?”
Uh oh. She focused on the strong column of his neck, avoiding his gaze as she wondered what to say.
Strong fingers griped her chin. “Look at me, Ronnie.”
She lifted her gaze, seeing the demand in his. “I thought we were going to the club after dinner, and it surprised me when I realized you were bringing me right home.”
“Why were you surprised?”
“It’s Friday night,” she said without thinking. “I just assumed when you asked to see me on Friday, that meant we’d go to the club.”
“I asked to see you because we’re building a relationship.”
She started to pull back and bit her tongue, but stopped. Honest communication was imperative. “But it’s a Dom/sub relationship.”
“It’s still a relationship, Ronnie. There’s more to it than just being in the club.”
She bit her lip, and he frowned, so she spoke quickly. “We’ve been talking to each other all week. We didn’t go on Monday or Wednesday, and I know it’s open those nights, too.”
“It is.” He let go of her chin and stepped back.
When he moved over to the toys he’d laid out on the coffee table, the warm, fluttery feeling in her belly solidified into a rock, and Ronnie had the horrible feeling she’d fucked up.
He looked up at her, his eyes inscrutable. A shiver danced down her spine, and his gaze sharpened, missing nothing. He moved to his toys and came back to her with some sort of harness that she’d never seen before. He slid the collar around her neck from behind. Another thick strap of leather went around her waist. The weight of the leather that connected them lay against her spine, and a low throb began in her core again. By the time Ian had pulled first one wrist down to hook into a padded cuff at the small of her back, then the other, she was so aroused, her skin so sensitized, that even the air on her nipples shot little tingles through her.
He moved to the front and ran a finger under the collar, gazing into her eyes, and she didn’t even try to hide her excitement.
Ian’s lips turned up at the corners, and her belly clenched in response.
“You said you wanted to go for it. That you wanted it all. Has that changed?”
“No, Sir!” Why would he even think that?
“And it was your idea to give up all control whenever we were together, not just when we were in the club, right?”
“Right.” Why was he talking about this? She didn’t get it.
He toyed with the ends of her hair, tugging lightly on a lock of it. “I like the club, baby. And I know you’re eager to play there, but I want more than just club play from you. I thought I made that clear.”
He had. “You did.” He offered everything— “You’re giving me everything I’ve dreamt of, Ian.”
“Then you trust me to get us there?”
“Yes! I’m standing here naked and hog tied, aren’t I?”
He stilled, and Ronnie froze. “Oops.”
She could swear she saw his lips twitch. “Oops, indeed. Is that any way to speak to your Dom when he’s trying to impart something important to you?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. My mouth just runs away on me sometimes.”
“We’ll have to work on that then, won’t we?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly.
He cupped the side of her head, running his thumb over her cheek. “I didn’t take you to the club tonight because I want us to build a connection first. I want to get to know more about you and the way you respond to things so that when we do take it live there, it’ll be everything you dreamed of.”
Ohh. Her heart swelled, and she swayed toward him. “Thank you.” And she would be patient about going to the club. She did trust Ian, and what he’d said made so much sense.
His grip slid to the back of her neck, and he pulled her up onto her toes, forcing her to fight for balance as he took her lips again. Slower this time, deeper and somehow, darker. She moaned into his mouth, her brain stilling and her body firing up even hotter than before. When he pulled back slowly, licking her lips, and easing her back onto her feet, a slight trembling had already started deep inside her.
“Steady, baby. I’m just getting started.”
The heat in her belly bloomed in anticipation, and she sank deeper into her arousal. “Now, I want to play, and I don’t want to be distracted. So you will not speak unless it’s to safeword out, or I ask a question. Understand?”
She nodded, smiling to show she wasn’t going to talk.
He stroked a hand down her side and patted her butt firmly. “That’s my girl.”
When Ian returned from the table this time, he held a spreader bar in his hands. She watched as he strapped in first her right ankle, then her left then stood to look her over.
“Brace yourself on my shoulder,” he said and knelt down in front of her.
“Huh?”
He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she swallowed hard. Oops. No talking. Before he could do anything about her lapse, she leaned forward awkwardly, folding herself over his shoulder like she was in a fireman’s lift.
So not sexy, but then she felt his hands run down her calf to her ankle. Warm fingers swept over the bottom of her foot, and her toes curled. He laughed, grabbed her ankle, and suddenly her legs were even farther apart.
He’d needed her weight off her feet so he could spread the bar wider. Sneaky bastard. He stood, swatted her ass, then bent over to put her down again. This time, she automatically fought the width of her stance and wobbled a bit before steadying.
“Okay?” Ian asked.
She saw the evil laughter in his gaze and clenched her fists behind her back. “Yes, Sir.”
He turned, lifted a solid looking black slapper form the table, and came back to stand beside her. “Now I get to play.”
He started off slow, with soft strikes to her butt, her thighs, and her breasts, After each hit, he stroked his other hand over the skin, as if to soothe.
It was then that Ronnie realized just how vulnerable he’d made her. Suddenly, she was highly aware of the leather around her throat, her wrists and ankles, as she fought to stay in a steady, upright stance. She closed her eyes, focusing on her balance as the strikes came harder and faster and more focused on her backside with only the odd one landing on her thighs or calves. It was both harder and better. It helped her balance, but it also seemed to make all the sensations whipping through her body that much stronger.
Her breathing came faster, and her awareness narrowed as each strike brought a new rush of sensation. Ian’s presence shifted from behind her to beside her, and she swayed toward him.
“That’s my girl,” he crooned as he stroked a hand over her breast. He rolled the nipple in his fingers then pinched at the same time a sharp strike landed on the sensitive under-curve of her ass. She cried out, eyes popping wide as she fell forward.
Ian shifted, catching her against his chest. “Down,” he said, bending with her until they were both on their knees.
Thrilled at her wholehearted response to their play, Ian wrapped his fingers in her hair and pushed. “Chest on the floor, baby. Ass in the air.”
When she was in position he released his hold on her, slid his hand down her belly and between her thighs. He thrust two fingers into soaking wet pussy and pressed against her clit as he began spanking her again. Each strike had her bumping forward against his hold, and soon her cunt was clenching hungrily around his fingers as she moaned and tried to hump his hand. He picked up the pace, but not the power, listening to her moans turn to cries of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he urged her on. “Ride me until you come. I want you to come for me, Ronnie. Come on, baby.” Her hips pumped, and he landed three fast, hard strikes, sending her over the edge.
He dropped the slapper and rubbed her fiery red ass cheeks with one bare hand and fucked her with his other until her cries faded and her body relaxed. When he pulled away, she whimpered, and he smiled down at her big dark eyes. “Good?”
She nodded, smiling dreamily up at him.
Ian stood, stripped off his own clothes then knelt down behind her. “Oooh, yes, please,” she said when his cock brushed against her heated skin.
He bit back a grin and spanked her ass sharply. “No talking.”
She bit down on her lip, and her little fingers clenching into fists, but she didn’t say anything more. Pleased, Ian reached down, cupped her fiery ass, and lifted her a bit so he could thrust home easily. Once he was seated deep inside her, he shifted to grip her hips and started moving. Despite the orgasm she’d just had, Ronnie’s pussy clenched at him with each withdrawal, sucking him back in eagerly when he thrust forward. Her hands relaxed and he fucked her harder.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “So good.”
He grinned. Oh, yeah. His little minx did like to try and top from the bottom, even though he didn’t think she knew what she was doing.
“Shush,” he said as he hammered into her soft slick heat.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as her insides began to ripple around him in warning. “That’s it. Fuck me. Oh, yes, please give me your cum!”
“Not tonight, my sassy sub.” Tingles ripped down his spine and, before he exploded, he pulled out then spurted his cum all over her bright-red ass.
“Ohh Ohhh,” she whimpered, her hands once again in fists as her hips pumped against empty air.
Gathering his strength, Ian moved. Slowly releasing her hands from the cuffs then taking the rest of the harness off and setting it aside. He uncuffed her ankles, eased her onto her side on the floor, and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
He stood, dropped the toys back on the table then bent down and picked her up. Cradling Ronnie against his chest, he strode down the short hallway and into her bedroom.
Ian woke first the next morning, still cradling Ronnie in his arms, and was swamped by the pleasure at being in her bed. It wasn’t that he’d never spent the whole night with a woman before. He had, but it was different with Ronnie. He was quickly coming to realize that everything was different with Ronnie.
After the skirt incident the week before, he thought she’d have some trouble with her new boundaries, but she hadn’t. Not really. She’d worn the pink skirt with a smile and held nothing back from him that afternoon at the supermarket. She hadn’t pouted or sassed. She hadn’t questioned him about where they were going for dinner the night before or argued when he told the server she wouldn’t need a menu because he was ordering for them both.
In all honesty, his dominant instincts didn’t extend to that much control. He didn’t really want to tell her what to eat, or how to dress all the time, which was why the punishment for her talking out of turn the night before had been simple denial of what she’d asked for. His cum inside her.
And he couldn’t deny that he would continue to push her buttons to see how she responded for a while to come. It was too easy to fall into thinking he knew everything about her because he’d known her as a kid, but they’d each lived separate lives for a long time. He knew he’d changed and grown, and she had too, so he needed to get to know Ronnie, the independent woman who’d been on her own for so long.
He wasn’t looking for a slave who craved constant guidance. He wanted a submissive. He wanted somebody who enjoyed making him smile and who got pleasure from putting him first, but who was also her own person. He’d never had that in his life, not even from his parents. Hell, he barely knew his parents.
His grandmother had raised him while his parents were off being doctors in Uganda or Zimbabwe. He was lucky if he got a birthday card from them each year. Which was one of the reasons why he’d connected with Ronnie so deeply when she first moved to California. His parents weren’t dead, but they weren’t around, either, so when he was thirteen and he’d found Ronnie crying in an old tree house that he, Dave, and their friends had built years earlier, his heart had gone out to her. Ten years old to his thirteen, and she’d been orphaned, He’d wanted nothing more than to wipe the anger, grief, and loneliness out of her big dark eyes, but he hadn’t known how. He’d simply sat down without saying a word, so she wouldn’t be alone, and later, when she’d leaned against his arm and cried some more, he’d understood.
They’d never talked about it after he’d walked her home, and he’d never told anyone. But as he looked down at the woman in his arms, he realized that, in his mind, she’d become his that night so long ago. And, no matter how much either of them had grown or changed, she was always going to be his in his heart.
As if sensing that his thoughts were about her, she rolled onto her back and mumbled. “I can feel you thinking. Stop it. It’s too early for thinking.”
“You’re right.” He pushed the sheets aside and slid down the bed to crawl between her legs. He spread her warm pussy lips with his fingers and breathed in the pure raw scent of her. “It is too early for thinking, baby. You just lay there, and don’t move, while I have some sweetness for breakfast.”
If you enjoyed UNABASHED be sure to look for more Ronnie, Ian, and the others in the next Overwatch story, due out Fall 2015
About The Author
Unabashed is the third story in Bestselling Author Sasha White’s sizzling new Overwatch series. White writes modern erotic fiction with an edge of kink with the occasional foray into paranormal and science-fiction. She’s published over thirty stories with publishers such as Kensington Aphrodisia, Berkley Heat, Avon, Black Lace, and Samhain Publishing, and is recognized as one the top authors of the genre. This author’s brand of Romance with Heat and Erotica with Heart has made her a reader favorite, and she doesn’t disappoint.
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Loaned
Annabel Joseph
It’s all kinky fun and games, until someone loses their heart.
Bettina’s Master gets off on loaning her to strangers. Afterward, she’s supposed to report back to him with all the raunchy details. It’s all kinky fun and games, until one of those strangers decides he doesn’t want to give her back...
With thanks to Bettina, and to Mark D.
Cheers.
Mark
Clubs in New York were classy. Clubs in Los Angeles were shiny.
Clubs in Chicago were generally fucked up.
“What did you say again?” I looked the woman up and down. Attractive, nubile, earnest, wholesome, with an impressive mane of chestnut hair. She wore a thick black collar and nothing else.
“Please, Sir, my Master wishes this worthless slave to offer herself to a stranger for his amusement.”
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