“I love turtles. They’re fascinating animals that can hide from the world when they want. Sometimes I want to do that; hide, I mean. It’s my newest tat, barely three weeks old.”
“How many altogether?” He tugged gently on a nipple ring, then moved his hand to the other, giving the ring the same treatment. He went back and forth between her nipples until she moaned softly; then he increased the pressure, pulling harder on each one.
“Four. No, wait, the turtle makes five.” She wiggled in the seat. “I can’t think when you’re playing with my boobs.”
“Good. Are you going to turn to mush when I play with your pussy?”
“Maybe.” She moved her hand down her stomach, intent on pulling on the key chain hanging from her clit. He caught her wrist in his hand before she got there.
“Oh no, that’s my toy now, and you can only play with it when you have my permission.”
Shock spread through her. She knew this from reading the books, but reading it and hearing the words come out of his mouth were two different things. “It’s my body.”
“Not anymore. You’re my toy, aren’t you?” He held her wrist firmly, and she swallowed hard, the dark look on his face making her wonder if she’d stepped into something she couldn’t handle. She quickly pushed the thought aside. She’d come to explore, and that was exactly what she was going to do. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m your toy.”
“Good.” He released her wrist. “Now, just lie there and let me explore.”
“Your toy’s very excited, and she might just leave a wet spot on the seat.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His wicked grin made her smile. He reached into the backseat and found her dress. She lifted up while he moved it under her; then she lay back down.
“Lie still.”
Clarissa didn’t question his edict this time. She closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation of his hand gliding over her skin. His touch was gentle, his fingers lightly trailing down the valley between her breasts. He traced his finger around each orb, moving in a figure eight fashion. Her breasts jiggled as he moved, her nipples tightening under their rings.
Need built inside her as he continued to touch her, and she nibbled on her lower lip to keep from asking him to please, please move his finger down to her pussy. He drew a line down to her belly button, tugged gently on the ring, then moved back up to her breasts.
She arched up into his touch, trying to move so that his hands would come into contact with her nipples.
“What did I say?” His deep voice made her shiver.
“To lie still.”
“Why are you moving then?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want to come, and you’re missing all the best parts of my body.”
“Actually I think I’m feeling all the right spots.” He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed, and she moaned, thinking he would inch over just a little, touch her pussy. Instead he moved his hand totally off her body. “Roll over.”
“Excuse me? There’s not enough room in this car for that particular movement.”
“Find a way.”
“Who am I, Houdini?”
For a moment he was silent, and she worried that her tone had been a little too harsh. “I didn’t tell you to disappear; I told you to roll over.”
She sat up, glancing over at him as she did so. In the dim light of the garage, she could see his face, but his expression was very neutral. Was there a reason they were in the car like teenagers groping after a date? Or were they outside because there was someone inside the house?
Somehow she didn’t think so, but she found it odd that they were not going inside. Maybe it was a test, to see if she’d follow directions or tell him to go to hell. She studied him for a few minutes, then started to turn. The car was a midsize luxury sedan with split seats. She put her hand on the center console, feeling vulnerable as she turned.
She came to rest with her knees on the seat. One hand stayed on the console, the other holding a support strap near the rear passenger door. Her breasts hung down, and her ass was high in the air.
“Very nice. You follow directions quite well. We’ll work on the back talk later.”
“I’ll mark it on my calendar.” He chuckled at her response, then cupped her pussy, one finger diving into her folds as if searching for her opening. “Oh yes, deeper.”
She pushed against him, rocking her hips back and forth. When he pulled away, she groaned.
“Maddox!”
“I’m in charge, remember?”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts.” The interior of the car grew silent for a long minute. Clarissa stayed where she was, wanting to beg him to touch her, stroke her. Her clit throbbed with anticipation, the weight from the coin, however slight, adding to the sensation. “I like you in this position, on your hands and knees. And you know, you’re right. It’s light enough outside that if my neighbor came up, he’d see you in here, naked, displayed for me.”
A thrill shot up her back, and she let her head drop down, then moved her hips suggestively. “Yes, you like that idea. You’d like me to fuck you before an audience, wouldn’t you? Fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass. Or maybe I would just bind you while others watched? They could see all your pretty tats, your piercings. They could see you submit to me.”
“Wouldn’t that make tabloid headlines? Heiress displayed as sex toy.”
“Film at eleven,” Maddox said. He cupped her ass cheek, squeezing it slightly. “Step out of the car and go to the front and place your hands on the hood, then bend over and spread your legs as wide as they will go. Make sure you keep your head down.”
Her vulnerability increased as she followed his instructions. A large SUV was parked next to them, and she opened the door of the sedan as carefully as possible, trying not to ding the door. She stepped out, gazing at the open garage door, wondering if his neighbors could see. In New York, they would have drawn a crowd already. Of course they would have been parked in a large parking garage or on the street.
The car was still warm when she put her hands on it and bent. Maybe he would fuck her now, come up behind her and slip his cock into her pussy. She was wet enough for him to take her in one single stroke. She’d probably come with his first thrust.
Clarissa listened for the sound of his car door and didn’t hear it. What was he doing? Was he jerking off while watching her? Damn him, this was getting frustrating. If she put her hands between her legs and made herself come, would he be able to see? Would she be able to hold still while an orgasm raced through her body?
No, she’d probably scream to the heavens above, and then his neighbors would come running to see what was wrong.
“It’s about time,” she said when he finally opened the car door. “If I stood here any longer, people might see me as a new hood ornament on your car.”
He stood next to her, his stomach pressed against her side. “Do you want to fuck?”
“Yes.” When he didn’t respond, she continued, “Please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He stroked her hair, and Clarissa almost came undone. Crap, this was driving her insane. He stepped behind her, and she felt his gaze on her displayed body. His fingers went to her pussy, opening her lips slightly. One finger teased her opening, then pushed inside.
“I like your tight cunt.”
“It likes you.” She groaned as he slipped his finger in and out. “Give me more.”
He pulled away, and she cried out at the loss. “Maddox!”
“You don’t give orders or make demands. Do you understand?”
“You’re a pussy tease.”
“Thank you.” He slapped her ass, the sting spreading straight to her clit. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, I don’t make demands. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. Just learn.” His finger went back inside her, and she groaned, holding still while he moved it in and out, adding a second one. “Do you like tha
t?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” He thrust harder. “See, you’re learning, and it’s only been a little while.”
“Does this mean I’ll get an A on ‘works well with others’ on my report card?”
“Well, maybe not an A, not quite yet.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed her cheeks apart. “What an inviting little asshole. I can hear it begging me to fuck it.”
He dipped his fingers back into her wetness, slid them up to her ass, pressing against her back passage. Would he take her anally now? Or was he just exploring, as he said? His finger slipped inside her, and she groaned. She’d only taken a man that way once. Serge had tried it; it had not been a successful operation. This time would be better, she thought. However, she wasn’t sure she was ready for it now.
“Nice and tight,” he said, working his finger into her. “You’ve not played much back here, have you?”
“That road is generally closed to the public.”
“Not anymore.” There was a slight popping noise as he withdrew his finger. “On your knees.”
She turned to look at him. “It’s concrete.”
“That A you want is dropping down to a B.” She felt his gaze on her. Considering the amount of time he’d taken with the things they’d already done, she figured she would be on her knees on concrete for a while. Not a pleasant idea. Still, she was here to play, and if she wanted that good report card…
Clarissa stood, turned to him. She put one hand on the car for support as she dropped to her knees. The concrete was cool and hard.
“Very nice.” He stroked her hair again. “Let’s go inside now.”
She stood abruptly, frowning. “You could have told me this was just a pop quiz to see if I’d do it.”
“If you knew, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
She put her hands on her hips, cocked her head at him. “Did I pass?”
“With flying colors. Now come inside, so we can both come.” He stepped toward the door and then stopped. “And don’t forget to bring the ace of spades.”
Before she could ask what for, he hit the button to lower the garage door, then went inside the house. “Infuriating man,” she whispered, going back to the car to collect her clothing and her purse.
Desert Surrender
Chapter Five
The house wasn’t exactly what she expected. They’d passed through a kitchen adorned with bright blue Mexican tile that gave it a rich, homey feeling. From the looks of the room, though, very little cooking was done there. The coffeemaker was the only small appliance she saw as they moved through.
The living room was tastefully decorated, with no touches that seemed to mark it as his. She envisioned a decorator picking out furniture and paint to give it the southwestern flair it had. The floors were entirely hardwood with colorful rugs with Indian designs on them.
The furniture was leather and wood. A large dream catcher hung above the sofa, and the wall opposite that had a bookcase filled with Indian pottery. She didn’t know a lot about the culture; however, the items looked to be things you wouldn’t find in a tourist trading post.
“Wow. Your decorator did a great job.”
“Thank you. I rather like what I did.”
She shook her head. “Well, that’s a surprise.”
“I’m full of them.” This time he smirked at her, and she laughed. “Stay right there, and I’ll be back.”
“Stay right here?” She pointed to where she stood. “As in right here?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I can see I’m going to have trouble with you.” He left without answering the question, and she moved to the bookcase to examine the artifacts she found there. Bowls, vases, and little broken pieces of pottery filled the shelves. She wondered what the broken pieces had been before they’d become pieces. Obviously these were genuine artifacts.
“You moved.”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” She innocently batted her eyes at him. “Or is it not a ‘Maddox says’ type game? Maddox says drop to your knees; Maddox says stay in place.”
“Maddox says somebody needs her little butt whipped.”
“Oh yes, spank me.” The look he gave her made her swallow anything else she’d planned to say to make it seem like a joke. “Sorry.”
“What did I say about sorry?”
“Right, just learn.”
“Exactly.” He set a few items on the end table before going to the kitchen. She studied what he’d put down. A slender silver chain wrapped in a coil, a few condoms, and lube. Did he mean to fuck her in the ass tonight? She hadn’t expected that so soon. Maybe that was a way for him to assert his dominance over her, bend her over and take her in the most private of places. He’d already had his finger there, after all. Or maybe he was trying to psych her out and make her think that was what he had in mind. Either way it kept her a little on edge.
He returned carrying a tall bar stool with a ladder-back and placed it in front of the couch. “Sit here.”
“For someone who was worried about being arrested for having me get naked in a car, you sure seem to like the idea of others watching. The sliding glass door is right next to the couch. The blind is open, and anyone could see inside.”
“I’m in my home now and can do what I want. Right now, what I want is to have a naked woman sitting on a bar stool.” He shrugged. “Plus, as you pointed out, this isn’t New York. For someone to see in that window, they’d have to be in my backyard.”
“Works for me.” She sauntered toward him and hopped onto the chair. “Are you going to fuck me anytime soon? Because I’m getting sort of impatient.”
“What a shame.” He stepped forward. “Spread your legs so that one is on either side of the chair, then lift your feet to the rungs. After that, reach behind you and grab the slats of the chair back.”
Excitement coursed through her as she followed his instructions. The position pushed her breasts out and left her pussy bare for his inspection.
He looked her over, nodded his approval, then reached for the silver chain he’d set on the table. When he held it up, it became obvious to her it was several small chains instead of one long one. He knelt down, tying one end of the chain to one ankle before threading it around the chair legs and tying it off around the other.
He stood, stepped behind her, and tied her wrists together, then secured them to the chair slats.
The chains felt cool and sensual against her skin. “Not exactly strong material to use for bondage.”
In response, he held up another length of chain and, with one swift move, attached the chain to her clit ring.
One gentle tug sent the key chain still on the ring jingling against her wet folds. Clarissa pulled against her restraints. For a minute she thought the chair would topple, and she gasped. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, the chain pulling her ring up.
“Easy, just relax.”
“I’m a little large for this stool.” Clarissa’s chest heaved with her words, her breasts moving up and down rapidly. “I think I might tumble, and I’m not exactly Olympic material to land a perfect dismount.”
“You’re going to be just fine.” He stroked her temple. “I won’t let you fall; plus this chair is very sturdy. This is how I want you right now, open to me, feeling vulnerable.”
“You’ve succeeded, because I feel very vulnerable.”
He pulled gently on the chain, sending tendrils of pleasure through her clit. “You like it.” The chain trailed behind him as he walked to the couch and sat down. He let it slack a bit, hitting the floor.
“Tell me what made you come here.” He tightened the slack just a little. “What did you read in the books that intrigued you?”
“Fun sex.”
“No. You can get that anywhere. I have no doubt of that. Something you read made you jump on a plane, specifically ignoring my request that you call first. Tell me what it was.”
Clarissa hadn’t expected this, not exactly. Th
e bondage part was perfect. The interrogation was making her a little nervous. What answer was he looking for?
“Fun sex with a sexy man?”
“Is that a question or a fact?”
“Fact. Hopefully, anyway.”
He gave her a seductive smile. “You’re going to get sex. I want you to answer my question first.” He tugged on the rope, tightening it so that her ring pulled away from her pussy. She groaned at the tension, rocking her hips slightly, the pull pushing her right to the edge.
“Please.”
“Answer me.”
“Maddox, I—”
“Answer me!”
“Because I want to know what it feels like to submit.”
He pulled harder, and she gasped. “Because you’ve kept all your other lovers on a chain, haven’t you? Spoiled little rich girl always got what she wanted. If you wanted to suck cock, that’s what you did. If you wanted your pussy eaten, they dined until you had your fill. If you wanted to get fucked, that’s what you got. You controlled it all, and they submitted to you to keep you happy.”
“That’s a pretty crappy way of looking at it.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” He released the tension on the chain, and she undulated her hips, trying to move the coin. The pull had felt exquisite, and she wanted more. “It’s why you’ve never stayed with anyone for very long. You got bored because they didn’t present a challenge.”
“Gee, Dr. Freud, who do I send my payment for this session to?” She pulled on her bonds. “Untie me.”
“You need someone who can send you to the edge. That’s why you came to me.”
“Untie me.”
“Untie yourself.” She struggled again. Though the chains looked small and delicate, she couldn’t break them. “You like this, admit it. Someone finally told you no. Someone’s not kissing your ass. It pisses you off, which is good. Pissed off means you’re feeling emotions instead of just going through the motions.”
“Untie me!” He pulled hard on the chain, and she gasped at the hard pressure on her clit. “Maddox, please.”
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