by M. S. Parker
“Did your brothers play too?”
“Most of them,” I said. “Callum preferred cricket.”
He’d reached my fingers but wasn’t letting them go. I raised my head until I was looking directly at him. Without taking his eyes from mine, he lifted my hand and kissed my fingertips.
“That–” I swallowed hard. “We talked about – we’re not supposed to – Alix...”
“You said that I reminded you of your brothers.” He slid a hand around my waist and pulled me to him until there was no room left between us. “I don’t want to remind you of them.” He lowered his head until his mouth hovered above mine. “Because what I want to do to you is most definitely not brotherly.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered as arousal shot through me.
“That’s the idea.”
Fifteen
Alix
I’d tried. I really had.
But from the moment I’d stretched her bound arms above her head, I’d known I was in trouble. Bondage was more my thing than punishment, but seeing that flogger resting just above the swell of her ass tempted me in a way nothing else had.
By the time I finished taking the last few shots, my cock had been hard and aching.
I’d thought talking to her about something simple and non-sexual would help, but all it had done was make me want her more.
So I’d taken the chance.
A shudder went through me as I claimed her mouth. The taste of her, the feel. She was so small, so fragile-looking, but I’d seen the strength in her muscles, felt it in her touch. I knew she could take everything I wanted to give her. And that she could give it back just as good.
I slid my hands down her back to grip her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her thighs gripping me tight enough that I was able to raise a hand and bury it in her hair. I tugged on her curls, probably harder than I should have, but she moaned, grinding down on my painfully hard cock, and that just turned me on even more.
“Bad...idea...” Her mouth slid down my throat, teeth biting at the skin.
“Don’t care.” I slammed her back against the wall, letting my arm take the majority of the hit.
“Me either.” She put her mouth against my ear, her accent thick as it flowed over me. “Are you wanting to tie me up again? Or was there more you wanted to be doing to me?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. Was she fucking kidding me?
“Are you sure?” I couldn’t look at her as I asked the question.
I felt her smile against my neck, then she raised her head, those gorgeous eyes of hers sparkling.
“How else will you be making me behave myself?” She shifted her weight, rubbing against me.
“Fuck,” I growled as I grabbed her hips. “Stop.”
“Make me.”
I’d already learned that setting a challenge for her made her rise to the occasion, and Sine’s words touched on that primal part of me that thrived on control, prompting me to want to do exactly what she said.
Make her stop.
I spun us around, finding the couch with ease. I sat us both down, manhandling her until she was draped over my lap, ass in the air. The panties I’d chosen for her were the sort that left enough of those firm muscles bare to be distracting.
I ran my hand over the pale flesh, enjoying the freedom to touch her without an artistic excuse. She wriggled on my lap and looked over her shoulder at me. One eyebrow went up, and something inside me snapped at the challenge.
I brought my hand down, palm smacking against skin hard enough to sting. She gasped, eyes widening, and I waited. It was one thing to do a little light bondage. Spanking wasn’t exactly hardcore, but it wasn’t for everyone. I rarely did it, and it was the furthest I usually ventured into pain.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She grinned at me.
Two quick slaps to her ass made her whimper, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands curled against the couch, and I reached for the clasp of her bra. A flick of my fingers and I was pulling it off.
“Hands behind your back.”
She did as I asked without a moment’s pause, and I used the bra to bind her wrists. I ran my hand up between her shoulder blades, then buried my fingers in her hair again. The sound that escaped made me chuckle, and that turned into a full laugh when she glared at me.
“You sound like a fucking cat.” I moved my fingers, massaging her head, and bringing another one of those sounds. “Like you’re purring.”
She laughed, a rich, throaty sound that made me want to take her hard and fast until she screamed my name.
But first, I intended to leave her ass a beautiful shade of red before I finally buried myself inside that tight, wet heat of hers.
“If it gets to be too much, say–”
“Rugby.”
I paused with my hand in the air. “What was that?”
“Rugby,” she repeated. “Safe word, right? Not something I’d normally be yelling out in the heat of the moment.”
I chuckled, my heart squeezing for a moment. Sex had never been like this for me before. Something that had humor as well as arousal. Perhaps that was what I’d been missing, what made Sine inspire me. She possessed both the innocence and sexuality that had prompted my line, so it made sense that she had other seemingly contradictory characteristics.
“Let’s see exactly what I can get you to yell.”
The answer was a litany of curse words that I reasoned could be blamed on her brothers.
My hand was burning, but I doubted it was anywhere close to the heat she was feeling. And yet, when I slid my hand between her legs, her panties were soaked. I pressed my fingers against the wet cloth, increasing the pressure and friction until she cried out, body stiffening.
I took advantage of her post-orgasm haze to move her. I needed to be inside her, but I knew I couldn’t count on being with her again, so there was something I needed to do, something I’d been fantasizing about from the first time I’d tied her up.
The pillows and cushions I used as props offered her a soft place to lay while I changed her restraints. No longer were her hands tied behind her back. Instead, I bent her legs out to the side, a position that would’ve been difficult for someone without Sine’s background in gymnastics. I then tied her wrists to her ankles until she was spread open and exposed, her pussy glistening, pale pink nipples already hardened into little points.
It was too bad she wouldn’t pose nude for me because this image was pure beauty. Even as I thought it, a bolt of jealousy went through me. No. I didn’t want her posing like this for the camera. No one else should have the privilege to see this part of her. And it wasn’t just her body. It was the open look of trust she gave me as I bound her.
That was mine.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I stripped, and the way her gaze followed my every move assured me that I wasn’t the only one greedy to drink my fill. I shrugged out of my shirt, then yanked off my jeans.
My erection sprang free, throbbing and aching, but I resisted the urge to touch myself. I went to my knees, resting my hands on my thighs as I traced every line of her body with my gaze. I’d always appreciated the artistic view of the submissives I’d been with in the past, but Sine transcended them. There was no fear on her face, only desire and trust. A good sub would have those things too, but with her, it went beyond the physical.
“I’m going to go down on you,” I said matter-of-factly. “But don’t come until I give you permission.”
“How in the bloody hell am I supposed to stop from coming?”
The expression on her face made me chuckle. “Should we make it a bet?”
She glared at me. “What do I get when I win?”
Her question made me realize that I had a way to ensure that this wouldn’t be our last time together.
“If you win,” I said, “at a time and place of your choosing, I’ll give you no fewer than three orgasms.”
Her eyebrows went up. “That sounds to m
e like a reward for you as well.”
I lifted a hand and wiggled my fingers. “I’ll do it with just my fingers and mouth.”
“You’re quite certain of yourself, aren’t you now?”
“I am.” I maneuvered myself so that I was crouched down low enough to reach her with little effort.
“And what will be happening if I lose?” she countered.
I met her gaze as I slid my hands under her ass and raised her hips ever so slightly. “At a time and place of my choosing, I get to fuck your ass.”
Her mouth fell open, and I watched her expression for signs of disgust. When I didn’t see any, I flicked out my tongue and lightly traced the sensitive skin at the top of her mound.
“Do we have an agreement?” I asked.
She nodded, then let out a startled cry as I dove in. One day, I planned to take my time with her, slowly drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing and begging for relief. Right now, however, I was determined to win, and my plan of action was to assault her body with so much stimuli that she’d be unable to compose herself enough to fight off her body’s natural response.
I held her in place as she tried to squirm, whether to get me closer or push me away, I didn’t know. Unless she used the safe word, I was doing what I wanted, and I trusted her to know when it got to be too much.
I used the flat of my tongue to lick her before moving my main focus to her clit. A lot of men, unfortunately, tended to focus on a woman’s vagina. Sure, a woman could experience pleasure from attention there, especially if a man knew how to find her g-spot, but the clitoris was the best place to work some magic, especially when it came to oral sex.
Her body rocked as I teased her clit, alternating tongue and teeth with just enough differing pressure to keep her from getting used to it. I felt her muscles tensing as she tried to move her legs and arms, fingers curling as they sought for something to dig into. When I was certain she realized that she had no way of controlling what I did – short of stopping things completely – I put my mouth over her clit and applied the hard suction that had always gotten me results in the past.
She was no exception.
“Fuck!” She practically screamed the word, her hips jerking. “Alix. Please!”
I hummed laughter and let the vibrations add to her torment.
“Oh fuck.” Her back arched, muscles spasming as she tried to fight back what I knew was inevitable. “Please, Alix.”
“Please what?” I asked, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin, her desperate expression.
“Please let me come.”
I pressed my mouth against her inner thigh, sucking until I left a mark. “Why would I do that?” I asked.
“Alix.” The word came out as a whine, but it was the kind of sound that made my neglected cock perk up and take notice.
“We made a bet that you could hold off coming until I gave you permission,” I reminded her. “But we never said that I had to give it as soon as you asked.”
“Bastard,” she growled at me.
“Let’s get back to it, shall we?”
After nearly two full minutes of garbled curses in an accent so thick I could barely understand any of her words, she came with a scream.
As much as I wanted to gloat, I needed to be inside her more. I straightened into a more comfortable position and adjusted my grip as I lifted her. I hesitated for a moment to give her the chance to say the word, but when she didn’t do anything more than moan my name, I slammed into her.
She cried out again, eyes flying open so that her gaze met mine. I held it as I wrapped my fingers around her shoulders. She was so small that it was easy for me to move her to meet my thrusts, each one hard enough to drive a burst of air from her lungs.
She came a second time, the ripples of her muscles around my cock sending me racing to the edge. I fought my body, determined to give her at least one more climax, but as she chanted my name, I satisfied myself with knowing that I was drawing out the one she was having now, and then I let go.
I clutched her to me as white-hot pleasure raced through my veins. I couldn’t say what I wanted from her, or even really what I felt, but the one solid thing I knew to be true was that the woman in my arms had knocked my world off its axis, and nothing would ever be the same.
Sixteen
Sine
I stretched but didn’t throw off my covers. I had the air conditioning on a low enough temperature that I was usually able to sleep comfortably with a sheet and a light blanket, but I’d woken up yesterday wrecked and aching. By noon, I was coughing, and my head ached. With my new job and responsibilities, I couldn’t afford to be ill, so I forced myself to the closest free clinic. I’d gotten back hours later, even more miserable than before, but at least fortified with medication and vitamins.
I’d hoped I would wake up mended today, but that was wishful thinking on my part. I wasn’t ill often, but when I was, it hit me hard. Da had always said it was because I pushed myself until something had to give.
I rubbed my forehead and glanced over at my clock. It was almost time to take my medicine again. I didn’t want to get up, but I’d purposefully left it in the bathroom so I’d have to do just that.
I splashed some water on my face before retrieving what I needed. As I shut the cabinet door, I caught sight of my reflection and grimaced. Good thing it was still the weekend. I didn’t quite understand why Alix thought I was a good model, though the pictures I’d seen showed a woman different than the one I saw in the mirror. But now, even he would be unable to find anything attractive in how I looked.
A warmth spread through me at the thought of Alix, and I allowed myself a smile. I didn’t know exactly what we were doing, but I’d thoroughly enjoyed our post-session sex Thursday afternoon, and if I was being honest, I wouldn’t mind more of it. I always thought I wasn’t the sort of person who would really enjoy sex since I hadn’t particularly liked it with the two guys I’d slept with before Alix, but he was making me reconsider that way of thinking.
Even the memory of my time with Alix wasn’t enough to keep me on my feet for long though. I wrapped my blanket more tightly around my shoulders and shuffled into the kitchen. I heated up one of those pre-packaged bowls of soup that never tasted as good as what Mam made, retrieved a bottle of water, and then made my way into the living room.
I managed to eat and drink most of my meal, but not too long after I finished, I fell back asleep. It was my phone ringing that woke me from a dreamless sleep. It’d already gone to voicemail by the time I managed to get awake enough to grab it from the table, but Mam’s number still showed on the screen, so I tapped the callback option before she could wait her usual five minutes and call again.
That had always been Mam’s way. If we didn’t answer when she called, she wouldn’t give up until she got ahold of us. One time, when my brother Ian had been out with some friends, he hadn’t answered her call, so she’d driven to the pub. There he was, chatting up some girl when Mam came in wearing a housecoat, her hair in curlers. Our tiny mother had grabbed his ear and dragged him out, then took him straight to the local priest and waited outside while Ian was in confession.
“Morning, Mam,” I said as soon as she answered.
“What’s wrong with ya, darlin’?”
Her familiar voice washed over me, and I closed my eyes as a wave of homesickness followed. It was times like these that I missed my mother.
“Not feelin’ well, Mam.” Whenever I talked to either of my parents, especially her, I sounded like I’d never left home.
“Are ya eatin’ enough?”
“Yes, Mam.” I smiled as she began her usual line of questioning. I knew it all by heart, but I let her go about it anyway. It was nice to have someone make a fuss for once.
I settled back onto the couch and snuggled down into my little nest of blankets. It wasn’t as good as Mam being here to take care of me, but listening to her fuss was a nice consolation prize.
“Are ya sure yer
takin’ care of yourself, Sine?”
“I am, Mam,” I promised for the third time.
“Now tell me more about this job Donald mentioned.”
I mentally cursed my favorite brother while I tried to figure out the best way to explain things to my mom without her freaking out. “I’m working as an assistant to a photographer.”
“That’s lovely, dear. What’s her name?”
Another curse to Donald.
“His name’s Alix Wexler. And before you ask, he’s a nice young man, Mam.”
“Is he of the faith?”
I stifled a laugh. “I don’t believe so. We don’t really talk about that sort of thing.”
And there was no way in hell I’d be telling my mam what it was the two of us did talk about, because that was not the sort of thing that was fit conversation between mother and daughter. Especially when said mother would probably fly here and drag me to church if she ever found out what I was doing.
“Does he treat you well?”
I was pretty certain that her idea of treating me well didn’t include the multiple orgasms he’d given me, but I’d just leave it at an affirmative answer.
“Yes, Mam, he does.”
“If he ever...”
“Mam.” I sighed.
She kept going, just like I’d known she would. “You listen to me, Sine Janet McNiven, there may be an ocean between us, but your family will always be there when you need us. Are ya hearin’ that?”
“Yes, Mam.” I sniffled, suddenly realizing that I’d teared up.
As we finished up our conversation, I promised myself that part of that insane amount of money that Alix was paying me would go toward a ticket for a trip back home. But just a trip. I was more determined than ever to remain in America for life.
Seventeen
Sine
I’d called off work yesterday, even though I hated doing it. I never liked missing work, even when I hadn’t enjoyed what I was doing. What was happening between Alix and me made it harder. Especially when he hadn’t answered his phone either time I’d called. Not wanting to seem desperate, I simply left him a voicemail saying that I was sick and hoped that his not answering hadn’t been due to any awkwardness about what happened last week. We’d been fine together on Friday, but there was always the chance that he’d been acting and the weekend had given him the time to reconsider.