Liberated Heart

by Measha Stone

  “Fuck.” She clenched her hands into fists and ground her teeth together.

  “Are you allowed to use that language, pet?” He picked up the chain again in one hand.

  She sucked in air and clenched her eyes shut. “Eyes. Now.” He slapped her face until she opened her eyes. “You don’t get to take a moment to yourself when you feel like it.” His nose touched hers when he issued his order. “Keep those eyes open.”

  Managing to nod, she swallowed and tried to refocus her brain away from the pain in her nipples. The more seconds that passed the stronger the signal in her mind blared at her to get away from it, to run from the torment.

  He picked up the chain again, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he hovered the second ball over the first one. A single drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face, and her fingernails dug into her palms. Focusing on his eyes kept her mind from reeling out of control, but her body still begged her to move away, to pull off the clamps and dunk her breasts into an ice bath.

  “On the count of three.” His eyes narrowed slightly, his tongue moistened his bottom lip. The muscles in his shoulders were strained. Could he possibly feel the same tension she felt at that moment, waiting for the ball to drop?

  “One.”

  The soft clank of the balls connecting sounded far away to her ears.

  “Two.”

  He leaned back farther away from her, giving her a better view of the rigidity in his torso as he counted down to the moment she wasn’t sure she could handle. What would he do if she pulled back? Would he stop playing with her if she couldn’t take the second ball? Would she find herself hauled out to a taxi and reminded that she’s no submissive, that she wasn’t tough enough for him. She was a wimp?

  “Three.”

  His finger let the chain fall and with it the added weight sent an inferno of heat through her nipples. The stretch was far worse than she expected. She screamed out with the intensity and willed her brain to shut up and let her body get used to the burn. It would calm, it had to. She wouldn’t last long in that state.

  Her brain finally won out. “Mercy! Please, sir. Mercy!” She cried, rivers of tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Bradley gripped the balls in an instant, pulling up the chain to alleviate the strain. “Shh, okay. It’s okay, pet. Take a deep breath, baby.” He quickly unhooked the balls and tossed them to the floor. Gently, he cupped her breasts. “Deep breath in, then out. That’s my girl.” His voice became the center of her focus. She inhaled on his cue, and blew out the air when he said. “Here we go. Deep breath.” On her inhale he unclipped one clamp. She cried out from the heated blood running back into her tender flesh. “Almost there, baby. One more. Breathe, Erin.” His voice hardened when she started to take quick shallow breaths. She nodded to let him know she’d heard him and once again pulled the energy from his voice to follow his instructions. Again on the deep inhale he released the second clamp, and she screamed out.

  “There. You did so fucking good, pet.” He tossed the clamps to the floor and cupped her breast, not touching her nipples but just cradling the mounds in his hand.

  She cautiously looked up at him, expecting to see disappointment and irritation. The tender way he watched her surprised her.

  He let go of her breasts and wiped away the tears on her face. “Take a few more breaths baby,” he instructed her, his dominance never wavering from his voice even when the tone softened.

  He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t throwing her clothes at her and telling her to get out. Instead he cradled her until her breathing pattern slowed to normal, and she stood up in front of him. His brown eyes connected with hers, and they gazed at each other in silence. Their breaths lining up with each other as she felt her body begin to calm from the panic. “Hands?” He placed one hand over both of hers, feeling the temperature.

  “They’re good, sir,” she whispered, still not wanting to look away from him.

  “Good, girl.” He released her and reached behind him, showing her the vibrator again. “You did good, so you get a reward. But, you still don’t have permission to come.” He held onto her upper arm, and stepped to her side, letting her lean into his body as he turned the vibrator back on and pressed it directly to her clit.

  Her knees buckled, but he must have been expecting that as his body caught hers and forced her back up. The vibrations went deeper into her body, and the pressure instantly built until she was bucking against the vibrator. How could she be so aroused after feeling such immense pain?

  A new discomfort began to build as her orgasm threatened to take over her body with or without his permission. At that point, she didn’t think her body would listen to her either. “Please, sir. Please! I have to come.” She screamed out into the room, not giving a damn if George was downstairs or if all of Chicago sat below his bedroom window. If he didn’t let her come she would have to kill him. It was decided.

  She was smart enough to keep her decision to herself, though and continued to beg for him. “Please. Oh god!” She pushed her hips again, knowing that she stood before him humping the vibrator, knowing she must have looked like a desperate slut and not giving a damn about any of it.

  “Is that the spot you like, right there?” His raspy voice played over her ear as his hot breath tickled her neck. “Will you come for me like this? Humping the vibrator for me?”

  “Yes!” She wanted to glare at him, make him give her what she wanted. But he didn’t work that way. And more to the point, she didn’t want it to work that way. She wanted her orgasm to be at his discretion. “Please!” She whined, gyrating her hips even harder against the vibrator and feeling as though she was going to collapse if he didn’t give in soon.

  “When I count to five. You can come. Not until I say five. Got it, pet?”

  “Yes. Please. Please count!” Her thighs trembled, her knees promised they’d hold but only for a while longer. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but her breath was back to playing games with her, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold back until he finished counting.

  “One. Two. I bet it’s going to feel so fucking good when your pussy comes.” He licked the tear that slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. “Fuck, everything you do tastes good. Three. Four. Almost there. Look at me. Open your fucking eyes!” She snapped her attention to his eyes. “Now look down. Look at your pussy grinding on the vibe.” He let go of her arm to fist her hair, shoving her chin down and making her watch her body being played like some sort of instrument. If only he’d pluck the right string!

  His mouth pressed against her ear. “Five,” he whispered and her body quivered as her orgasm reached a crescendo and soared through her body.

  She screamed with it, each hot, intense wave that hit her gave her another reason to cry out. Her hips rolled over the vibrator. “Fuck! Oh fuck!” She screamed into the room, still watching the vibrator being pushed between her folds and titillating her clit. The burn in her scalp, and the ache in her nipples together heightened her orgasm until her body finally twitched and shook from the force of it. His hand let go of her hair, and wrapped around her shoulders, holding her up.

  Slowly it all began to ease. The tight muscles, and the wave of her release slowed and began to roll into each other until they quietly faded away.

  Before she had the chance to speak, he tossed the vibrator away and pushed her toward the bed, shoving her face down over the mattress. The footboard pushed into her pelvis, shoving her ass higher. A new wave of burn captured her breasts with the mattress brushing over her tender nipples, but it only sent her on a new wave of pleasure.

  “Fuck, your ass is so fucking hot like this.” His hands were back on her, digging into her waist.

  She heard his zipper and registered the sound of a paper being torn, but couldn’t look over her shoulder at him, her hands were still bound and now pinned beneath her torso.

  He gripped her ass cheeks and spread them far apart, pushing the head of his cock into her wet and wanting
entrance. She scooted her feet apart, spreading herself more for him. She didn’t think she’d be able to take more stimulation, but as always he knew her body better.

  Not wasting any time, he thrust into her up to his balls. She grunted as he pulled out and slammed back into her. Again and again he plowed into her, growling and digging his nails into her flesh.

  “Ahh!” She cried into the mattress, not knowing if it was from the harshness of his thrusts or the new pressure building in her belly. Feeling the need for more, she lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee and half climbing on the bed. Her toes barely touching the ground.

  “Oh fuck!” He gave her ass a hard slap. “Stay like that. Don’t fucking move.”

  She didn’t think it possible, but he drove even harder into her, filling her and stretching her with every stroke.

  “I have to come!” She turned her head to the side and screamed. “Please! I have to. Can I?”

  He grunted. “Yes,” he managed to say between thrusts. His nails went deeper, his cock pushed harder and before she knew it a second orgasm slammed through her, rippling through her body as he found his at the same time. Pulling her hips to meet his thrusts he pounded into her twice more, then stilled behind her, bellowing out into the room his release. He collapsed onto her back, muttering a few more well versed curses before pinching her hip and pushing upward to kiss her just below her neck.

  His gentle touch sent a shiver down her spine and she sighed into the mattress. Slowly she lowered her leg back off the bed, feeling all of the tension in her body begin to ease and be replaced with a soft ache.

  “Was I too rough?” he asked after pulling free from her body and manhandling her until she was standing on her own two feet.

  “Rough?” The word didn’t even register properly in her brain which was completely fried. He broke her brain.

  He just grinned at her and began to untie her hands. She noticed his cock was clear of the condom already and wondered if she had fallen asleep for a few minutes somewhere. Her body felt as though it could melt into the bed and never roll out again.

  The small tingles in her fingers started to fade away once the ropes were unwound and her circulation was back in full effect. Moving her fingers around she watched him let it all fall to the ground. He scooped her up into his arms and carried around the bed before depositing her in the center of it.

  She scrambled to pull the covers down and slipped beneath them, suddenly feeling a little shy with him watching her. She had done so many dirty things. All of which she wanted, needed, and begged for.

  The bed dipped when he sat next to her, facing her with concerned eyes. “Are you okay?”

  His voice sounded far off. She swallowed and nodded. “I used my safeword.” She blinked at him, and realized she was waiting for him to laugh at her, to rebuke her for having used it.

  “I know.” His teeth flashed when he smiled. “I’m proud of you for using it. A small part of me worried you would be so caught up with trying to please me, you’d never use it.” He brushed some hair from her face. “How are your nipples?”

  “You aren’t mad?”

  “The safewords are there for a reason, Erin. I would be mad if you hadn’t used it and kept going, letting yourself be injured or begin to hate what we were doing.”

  “Oh.” She nodded. He had told her that before, hadn’t he? A thought struck her. He was genuine. The concern he expressed, the pleasure he said he wanted her to have—all if it was completely real. He wasn’t playing games. He wasn’t just role playing for her benefit or just using her body for his own fulfilment. Until that moment she hadn’t realized how afraid of his rejection she really was.

  “Erin. Your nipples. How are your nipples?”

  “Fine.” She nodded again, swallowing and realizing how thirsty she was. “They’re fine,” she said again, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

  He laughed. “I’m going to get you some water, and then I’m going to look at them to be sure, and I want to check your wrists again. I had you bound longer than I planned.” He pressed a warm kiss to her forehead and grabbed his jeans from the floor, shoving his legs into them.

  She watched him saunter out of the room, the muscles of his back moving with each step, and let out a heavy sigh. Leaning back against the plush pillows, she closed her eyes to let the warmth of the bed soothe her aching muscles.

  She would need to start working out to increase her endurance if they played that way often. For a moment she’d closed her eyes, just for a second. She groaned when the bedding brushed across her tender nipples.

  He was a mean bastard. She’d been right about that. She’d been even more right when she qualified that he was mean in exactly the right ways.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  “Bradley, you want to join the rest of the class?” Travis laughed in his low snorting way and for the fourth time in the last five minutes crossed and uncrossed his legs.

  The meeting to confront the two embezzlers finally took place. Calling off at the last minute, Travis had delayed for another few days, but finally had been roped into attending. Now all Alex and Bradley had to do was get their signatures on the intent to sell documents and get the attorney’s to finish their work.

  Bradley finished making his drink at the small wet bar in his office, telling himself to focus on business. He could analyze his obsession with Erin later.

  Once he took his seat in the fourth armchair he looked to Alex to get the ball rolling. “As the two of you are aware Bradley and I have been looking into the finances of the club, not just Top Floor but all three levels. There have been a lot of discrepancies that we aren’t able to understand, nor is the accountant we hired—on our own—to look things over.”

  “What’s this?” John’s eyes narrowed at them. “What are you getting at?” His right leg began to bounce on the ball of his foot.

  “There’s been a lot of charges going through the company that aren’t for the company.” Bradley dropped the accounting reports on the table between them. “This is a listing of all the charges that appear to be for personal items, and these are just the ones that are blatantly obvious. I’m sure there’s more if we dig a little deeper.”

  John swallowed then looked over at Travis with a furrowed brow. “Everyone runs a few things through the company, you know, to avoid income taxes.” Travis waved a fat hand through the air dismissively.

  “Not this company.” Alex shook his head. “We never discussed any sort of personal spending accounts for any of us. I haven’t run a single personal item through the company and neither has Bradley.”

  “Whereas the two of you have run up a bill for yourselves to the high pitched tune of nearly a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Each.” Bradley kept his voice flat, but his anger simmered beneath the surface. Nearly three hundred thousand dollars walked out the door with those two assholes. He was never very close to either one of them, but he’d done business with them in the past, and he never saw any signs of something like what they pulled with the club.

  “That’s not even possible. We haven’t even been open a year, yet.” Travis scoffed and leaned back in his chair. His double chin becoming more prominent as he scrunched up his face in disbelief.

  “Go ahead, take a look.” Alex pushed the reports closer to them both. “Your tallies are written on the last page. We’ll expect that amount put back into the account by close of business tomorrow.”

  Bradley braced himself for the blow back.

  Travis was the first to explode, his face reddening as he burst out of the chair. “If you think I have that kind of money just hanging around you’re nuts.”

  “I don’t think you do, which is why you’ve been living off the company for so many months. You’ve been charging your fucking groceries for Christ sake!” Alex looked over at John who sat passively staring at the reports, but not reaching for them.

  “Maria must have done that. It must have been an accident,” Travis declared. “I’ll
talk to her, take her card away.”

  “She never should have had it in the first place, Travis.” Bradley spoke but only moved his eyes to look at him. He needed to keep his composure if they were to get through the next part. “If you can’t pay the company back, then there are only two options left to us.”

  “What’s that?” John looked more intently at Bradley, his toe was tapping on the ground.

  “One option is you two give up your shares in the company.” Alex looked at John when he gave the option, but it was Travis who responded.

  “Fuck that! Our shares are worth more than that! I’m not just walking away from this place. I own a quarter of it. You two want us out, you’ll have to pay for it. And I want ten percent more than I paid for my shares.” Travis began pacing behind his chair, throwing out numbers and percentages that made little to no sense.

  “He’s right, we did pay more than that to buy in,” John said calmly.

  Bradley ran a hand over his smooth head, and leaned forward a bit, concentrating on John since he seemed to be the voice of reason between the two. “Yeah, but you see, you stole from the company. You took money that wasn’t yours, money that could have been earning interest in the bank, money that should have been distributed out.”

  “Distributions! Just take it out of our distributions.” Travis slapped the back of the chair with his hand.

  “No.” Alex leaned back in his chair. “I don’t do business with people who steal from me. If you won’t walk away, we’ll have no choice but to alert the authorities.”

  “What?” Travis nearly pushed the chair over with his explosion. “For a measly hundred thousand? Do you know what that sort of investigation would do to my life? I’m a fucking district attorney! I can’t be associated with this club publicly, and if you do that my whole fucking life goes under the microscope.” Spittle flew out of his mouth. “This is fucking blackmail that’s what this is.”

  Bradley looked to Alex. “Did you force his hand at spending all that cash on weekend getaways with his mistress, or sending his wife on wild lavish spa dates so he could spend time with his girlfriend?”