COCKY_Hard Limits Panty-Melting Romance_SOS Security

by Eva Greer

  “I think punishment is something that’s hard to fully understand until you’ve experienced it.” I’m matter-of-fact about it because I know from experience that’s true. I also know that she would get off on it. I know the human body intimately, and now I know her intimately, and I already know what she’d be comfortable with, what she’d consider, and what she’d have hard limits around.

  In fact, her pussy is glistening just from the conversation around punishment.

  “Do you see that?” I point to her cunt.

  She blushes and moves the tray off her lap.

  “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Avery. I just think it’s important for you to consider what your body’s telling you about the idea of punishment and being spanked.”

  She gulped. “Do you want to spank me?” she whispered.

  “Not at the moment, no, but there have been times when I have,” I admit. “I’m not a sadist, Avery.”

  She chuckles. “Oh, I can tell when you want to punish me,” she admits, wiggling her ass against the bed.

  I resist the urge to put my fingers in her wet pussy. “Anal?” I ask.

  “Not sure,” she admits, “but it’s not a hard limit.” Then she pauses, “Can you have a hard limit for something like that?”

  “You can have a hard limit for just about anything, Avery, but at some point, if there are a lot of them, a person has to ask themselves if the lifestyle is right for them or not.”

  She nods.

  “You have definite potential.”

  “Do you think so?” Suddenly she seems shy.

  “I know so, just in how you respond to me. When you’re not in your head, you respond or obey me immediately. Instinctually,” I tell her.

  She nods and admits, “Yes, I know. I think I realized when I wanted to read the BDSM romance novel for the second time that the lifestyle was a real possibility for me even though that scared me. And trust me, I’m aware of how automatically I obey you at times.”

  I reach up and touch one of her nipples gently. She shrinks back against the pillow, surprised. “Want to play?” I ask her.

  Her eyes are wary, but she says, “okay.”

  I’m immediately in Dom mode. “Hands above your head.”

  She jerks them above her head quickly.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She does.

  “Wider.”

  She hesitates but then spreads them wider.

  “When you hesitate, you have to be punished, Avery. Do you understand?”

  Her breath hitches and her eyes are wide. “Yes, sir.”

  I dip my fingers between her folds. “You’re so wet for me, babe, so eager.”

  Her cheeks blush, and she smiles.

  I move to her nipples next, and she presses back against the pillows.

  “I know they’re sensitive, I’ll be gentle. Now close your eyes and let yourself go. You can move, but try to stay as still as you can. Sounds are fine,” I instruct her.

  She closes her eyes, “Yes, sir.”

  I kneel between her legs, pressing them out further still. “Breathe, babe.”

  After she’s taken three breaths, I tell her, “I’m going to touch you, everywhere. I’ll spend longer in some places than others, and you are not to resist. Keep your hands above your head.”

  She nods.

  I need you to use your words, Avery. I want to make sure it’s clear.

  “Yes, sir, it’s clear.”

  “Good girl, now breathe. I want you to remember to breathe, Avery, so I want you to choose whether you will breathe in and out to a rhythm count of three, or four, whichever you are most comfortable with, but you must do it without stopping, regardless of what I do. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispers, starting to breathe to a rhythm.

  I start by caressing her sides, under her arms and up her arms. She doesn’t move. Good, she’s not overly ticklish. Next, I move to her collarbone and her breath hitches in anticipation. “Remember your rhythm,” I instruct.

  She does.

  “Such a good girl, Avery,” I praise her. Her lips turn up.

  I push farther into her crotch and it stretches her legs wider. Her breath hitches, but then she remembers her rhythm. Next, I move my hands down to her breasts with feather light touches, then around her areola, cupping the weight in my hands. She sighs but keeps breathing.

  When my thumbs flick across her nipples, she forgets her rhythm, but then starts it again. As soon as she does, I flick her nipples once, twice, three times, but gently.

  She cries out, “Fuck, Caden.”

  I tweak her nipple, hard.

  “I’m sorry! I mean sir!”

  “That’s better,” I agree, going back to gentle caresses on her nipples. I’m obsessed with them, and the expressions of pleasure on her face, her soft moans, and the cream that’s dripping from her cunt.

  “You’re a master, aren’t you?” she whispers. “You’re like this sex ninja master.”

  I chuckle. “What do you mean?”

  “It’s not possible for a nipple to create the sensations I’m feeling right now. They’re too sensitive, but yet you are. Caden. I can feel the flick of your thumbs everywhere in my body,” she admits with awe.

  “I think it has more to do with you, Avery, than it does me,” I admit.

  I move my fingers from her breasts and circle them down her sides, all the way to the inside of her thighs. She sighs again.

  Then I move them closer to her cunt and her breath hitches. I pause and she catches her rhythm. “This is going to get harder, babe, and I want you to focus completely on your breathing. Don’t miss even one beat.”

  “Okay.”

  My fingers dip into the cream running down her cunt and onto the sheets. I swirl it around her thighs and she’s breathing heavier now. I keep swirling all the way to the inside of her folds. She’s soaking wet, and my fingers glide easily. I open her lips with my fingers, in awe of her pink, glistening pussy. She gasps when the cool air hits it and I watch it pulse.

  Fucking beautiful. I move toward her clit with small swirls, and she’s struggling to maintain her rhythm. “Focus,” I tell her sharply, pressing my index finger directly on her clit.

  Her hips arch, and I push them back down. “Breathe,” I demand, pulling the skin at the top of her clit back. She releases a deep moan, but I don’t stop. Her clit is exposed to the air and my eyes, and I want to tease it. It’s glistening in her juices, swollen and beautiful.

  I move the tip of my finger along the top and she arches again. “Stop moving,” I tell her. I won’t tell you again.”

  “Okay, sir,” she agrees, a grimace on her face, her breathing deep.

  This time I touch the base of her exposed clit, her face scrunches, but she stays still. But when I pinch it between my fingers, she comes right up off the bed. I hold it, rolling it, “Breathe,” I insist, and on her inhale, she shatters.

  “Caden,” she cries, and I pull her into my arms, stoking her hair, holding her tight until her body calms.

  Chapter 15

  “I’m ready to sign up,” she says after her breathing calms.

  I can’t help but chuckle. “This is just the tip of the iceberg, babe,” I warn her.

  “I want it all—minus hard limits,” she clarifies, turning her body toward me.

  “Stay put,” I instruct, continuing to stroke her arms. I’m not ready for her to leave me yet.

  “So how do I know when we’re on and when we’re off?”

  “That’s negotiable between each couple. For most, the bedroom is an automatic ‘on’, for some the entire house is ‘on’—"

  “Whoa, I could not do that,” she admits.

  “Yes,” I agree, “That might be a challenge for you. “A club environment is always on—that’s not negotiable,” I inform her sternly.

  “I gathered that,” she admits. “But the limits always are.”

  “Yes, Avery, the limits are hard. Always.
A good Dom will always respect them while at the same time helping you discover things you haven’t felt safe enough to admit to yourself that you want.”

  Her breath quickened.

  “We can use green, yellow, and red, just like you suggested. What do you see the colors meaning?” I ask.

  “Green is good-to-go,” she explains earnestly. “Yellow is, proceed with caution,” she bites her lower lip. “Red is obviously, stop.”

  “Let’s define yellow further,” I suggest. “Yellow can mean that you’re not sure, or that you feel the need to slow down, but not stop. Does that sound accurate?”

  “I like it,” she says. “How will you know exactly what yellow means at that moment?”

  “I’ll know,” I growl, “but I’ll also check in with you.”

  “Okay,” she releases a long breath. Then sits up straight. “Are you good with this? Do you want to explore this with me?” She pauses. “I mean, you’re really experienced, and you deserve a—sub—that knows what they’re doing. I’m probably too tame for you in light of your self-proclaimed deviance.” She adds for good measure.

  I’m pretty sure Avery might be asking for her first spanking, and my cock thickens at the idea.

  “Turn and face me.”

  She moves away and shivers.

  I take the blanket and put it around her shoulders, tucking it between her arms and side, leaving her chest bare to my eyes.

  “Keep your legs crossed, shoulders back.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says, eyes hooded with desire.

  “You’re going to have to trust me, Avery. In order to do this, you’ll have to be willing to do things you’re resistant to, and trust that I care enough about you to take you to an edge that can bring you greater pleasure in the submission than you’ve ever known. It’s not going to be easy, and I can be tough,” I admit. I want her to understand what she’s really asking for, and what will be required of her.

  “Can we start slow?” She asks.

  “We already have.”

  Her mouth forms a big O.

  “As far as your question if I’m interested in pursuing this with you, yes, I am. I think we’ll have some challenges ahead of us in light of the distance…” my voice trails off, “but I prefer women who are naturally dominant in their personal lives, Avery.” I watch her nipples pucker and moisture glistens on her cunt, just at the juncture of her lips. This is turning her on, and I decide to see how her body will react to the next part.

  “Your body will belong to me, Avery. You will not come unless I tell you, you will not masturbate or come when we’re apart unless I tell you to.”

  She swallows hard and her breathing quickens. Cream leaks from her pussy onto the sheets.

  “I’ll expect you to do what you’re told, even when we’re not together. Even with respect to your personal health. I’ll expect you to wear your seatbelt, always,” she starts to interrupt, but I continue on, “I’ll expect you to keep your phone in your purse when you’re driving. Absolutely no texting.” She bites her lower lip at that one, and I already know what that tells me.

  I continue. “I may send you toys, and we’ll play with them remotely—phone sex if you will—when we’re not together.” Her butt wiggles at that tidbit. “You can be ‘off’ when you’re in professional mode with respect to your cases and interactions with peers, colleagues, and clients, but—and I want you to listen very closely to me—I own your time, Avery. If I tell you to leave at the end of a ten-hour day, I’ll expect you to do it without fighting me.”

  She jumped in, the yellow glints in her eyes sparkling. “That’s ridiculous. There are high demands and expectations for any attorney on a partner track, Caden. You can’t seriously expect me to jeopardize that. Would you have done so as a SEAL?” Her chest is heaving now, and I can’t hide the fact that I find it fucking sexy.

  “I won’t be unreasonable, Avery. I understand there are times, like an active SEAL mission, when you have to work excessively long hours,” her breathing slows slightly when I admit that, “but I want you to understand that I’ll expect you to eat three meals daily, and be in close contact with me during those times. We’ll discuss what you need, why, and what’s required for you to stay on track, and stay healthy.”

  Her eyes are wide, but no longer angry. I can see that she’s been waiting for someone to care enough about her to take control of this. She wants me to take control.

  “I will never take anything from you, Avery. It’s up to you to give your control to me, and I promise, I will show you just how amazing that can be,” I assure her.

  She rolls her eyes, and I raise my eyebrows. “Already challenging me, Avery?”

  “It's going to take time to adjust to it,” she insists. “I already feel like you’re a bit overprotective, and I have a feeling I haven’t even begun to experience what you’re like in an actual agreement.” She emphases.

  I nod. I’m not going to hide it from her.

  “Still ready to jump in,” I ask, “or need more time to think about it?”

  Her eyes lock onto mine, and we stay that way for more than a minute. “I’m ready,” she whispers. “I want this. I can still ask questions, clarify things, though, right?”

  I chuckle. “Yes, of course, you can. But when we’re ‘on’ you need to ask for permission to speak and ask questions, otherwise I expect you to do what you’re asked, when you’re asked, and you’ll call me ‘sir’, but that’s already natural for you. You’re a natural, Avery,” I confirm.

  “And if I don’t?” she asks with a glint in her eye.

  “You’ll be punished,” I promise her, looking at her cunt, and the cream dripping from it.

  “Can we go to a club? Is there one nearby?”

  I don’t belong to a local club here in Tahoe, Avery. I’m very selective about the clubs I frequent and belong to, but let me see what I can do, maybe that can be an excursion for your final day of vacation if you like.”

  Her green eyes sparkled, and she nodded. “Yes, I would very much like that.”

  I drew in a long breath and exhaled. I hadn’t realized how relieved I would be when she agreed to be mine—to let me take care of her. The need to do so nearly consumed me.

  This little minx was wriggling her way into my life quickly, but somehow I knew I was ready. I loved how eager she was.

  Chapter 16

  “What’s next for you?” I ask him at dinner that night. We’d decided to go into Tahoe; I wanted to experience the bar scene, and I loved the vibe of this town. Most of the restaurants have outdoor areas with fire pits and tall stand heaters for the cool Tahoe nights. I felt buzzed after one French martini, but I knew it was from the altitude and anticipation of the promises the night held.

  “I have a couple of options,” he told me, his eyes watching my reactions carefully.

  In the past, I would have kept my eyes guarded and my reactions close—it was an attorney thing—but I’d decided today when I made the commitment to explore this lifestyle with Caden, that I would always remain as open as possible with him. “Tell me about them,” I encouraged.

  “One is with a top private security firm here in the US. I have a former SEAL buddy who’s working with them now, and they’re looking for a part-time doc to have on contract.”

  I watch him carefully, trying to gauge how he feels about it. “Where is it located?” I ask.

  “Colorado,” and then he quickly adds, “but it doesn’t require that I live there. As a contractor, I would primarily be in charge of the physicals, evaluations and ongoing health and training for their security teams. I would have to spend time there, but essentially I just need to have access to a major airport within a certain perimeter to ensure I can be at the headquarters or at a mission site quickly.”

  “Sounds interesting,” I admit. “What’s the other option?”

  “The other one would be with a private clinic, also in Colorado,” he admits, watching my reaction closely.

  “So
unds like you’re Colorado-bound,” I tease, staying open and curious. “Do you have a sense of which you would prefer?”

  “Not yet,” he admits, his brow furrowed. “They’re polar opposites. One keeps me in the adrenalin junkie field, but with one of the top security companies; honestly, I would be proud to be part of their team. The other—“ he pauses like he’s trying to gather the right words— “would be more full-time, and I have to decide if I want that. The money is on par for both, but that’s not really a consideration. I’m set for life, regardless of whether I work another day.”

  I whistle, “Really?”

  “Yea,” he admits.

  “But you still want to work?”

  “Definitely,” he confirms.

  “I get that,” I tell him. “What’s the clinic about?”

  His eyes narrow like he’s not sure he wants to tell me, and for a second I worry that it’s a top-secret government clinic where they do experiments and shit like that, and then I can’t believe I’m even thinking this way.

  “It’s not something unethical, babe,” he assures me, his eyes watchful.

  I can’t help it, my eyes go wide. “You’re a mind reader, aren’t you?”

  But he doesn’t laugh. “I would never be involved in something unethical, babe.”

  I laugh, because I realize the ridiculousness of my conspiracy-laden thoughts, and I take his big, sexy, I can’t wait to feel them on my body hands into mine. “I know you wouldn’t,” I assure him, “but my mind definitely went to a weird place when I could see you were uncomfortable telling me.”

  His lips turn up, and he starts to caress the indent between my thumb and my finger. It makes me squirm. It makes my pussy wet almost instantly, and suddenly I begin to worry that I’ve turned into a sex addict, and my life will never be the same.

  “Babe, stay open,” he encourages.

  I know right then and there that a relationship with this man will be anything but normal and he will always know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling. There would have been a time when a realization like that would have freaked me out, but somehow, with Caden, it was comforting.