by Trace, Piper
Held down and fucked. It thrilled her intensely, and as he continued to use her aggressively, she came again, barely able to move under him.
The feeling of orgasming while being restrained awoke something in the deepest part of her, and her orgasm was staggeringly powerful. And when she came this time, whimpering, her muscles clutching him over and over, she took Ford with her and he finished with a strong, last grunt, burying his wide, pulsing shaft as he emptied deep in her. He continued to move in and out until he rode out every aftershock of his orgasm.
When he was finally done with her, he didn’t pull out but stayed draped over her, catching his breath. When he peeled himself off of her, withdrawing his spent cock, he helped her to stand, running his hands up and down her sides while touching his lips to her temple and cheek. He pulled away from her and gathered his clothes, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. Her pussy felt empty now, but finally, finally well-fucked.
After they’d both cleaned up, with Ford ensuring she had what she needed to feel comfortable, he collapsed into one of the library’s over-sized chairs and pulled Evie onto his lap, deftly removing her shoes so she could curl her legs up to snuggle against him. He kissed her on the head.
“You kissed me,” he said simply.
“What? You mean earlier? Before…” She wasn’t sure what to call it. Before we made love? Had sex?
“Before we fucked,” he finished for her, without hesitation about his choice of vocabulary. “Yes, before that. You kissed me.”
“Uh, technically, I think you kissed me. I just kissed back.”
“Okay, so you kissed back.” He paused and Evie wasn’t sure there was more to the statement, but finally he asked, “Did you like kissing back?”
She pulled away to study him. Was this a trick question? Why was he asking her this? She decided she had nothing to lose by answering honestly.
“Yes, I liked kissing you very much.” Deciding to take a chance, she added, “I’d like it better if I could call you Ford.”
He looked bemused. “Why?”
“Because when I have to call you Mr. Hawthorne, and I kiss you, I feel like I’m kissing my boss.”
“You are kissing your boss.”
“I know, but I’m also kissing dead-sexy and charming Ford, and that’s who I really want to kiss.”
He pursed his lips, and she could see he was trying to hide his pleasure at her admission. “Ford,” he tested. “I’m not sure if it will work for me. Let me hear it.”
“Ford.” She smiled. It made her almost feel like they were friends.
“Hmm, I still can’t decide. Use it in a sentence please.”
“Okay,” she said. “Ford fucked me hard while he held me down across his desk.”
“Oh.” His eyes lit in a way that reminded her of that excited boy again. Pure and unadulterated elation. “That was a good sentence,” he breathed.
“I quite enjoyed it myself—the sentence, that is.”
“Of course,” he agreed, his face solemn. “Who would enjoy being held down and fucked?” He shrugged a shoulder.
She held up a finger. “By Ford—don’t forget that part.”
“Yes, exactly. Who would enjoy such a thing?”
She knew they were both teasing, but she felt compelled to make him understand. She wanted to find that sixteen-year-old boy in him and tell him he’s not alone and he’s not a freak. Tell him that many normal, healthy, successful people have the same urges for sexual dominance as he does. And conversely, the urge to be dominated completely, like her. No matter what his father believed.
Taking his hand, she stroked along his long fingers while she kept her eyes down. “I would,” she said simply, her tone sincere.
He didn’t answer right away, but reached out with his other hand and raised her chin. She saw confusion in his eyes—confusion and what looked like the stirrings of hope. Funny, because that’s how she felt around him all the time.
“What?” he whispered.
The vulnerable look in his eyes gave her courage to say it confidently, with no waver of embarrassment in her voice. “I enjoyed it—really, honestly loved it—Ford, when you held me down and fucked me.”
“The fucking part or the holding you down part?”
“Both. Together.”
He frowned for a heartbeat in what looked like disbelief, and then pulled her close without another hesitation and kissed her, long and deep. His lips soft, his tongue gentle, probing, almost shy. And he kept his eyes closed tightly, cupping her head in his big hands. When he finally stopped, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes screwed shut.
Finally he blinked twice before thanking her for her time and helping her to her feet. His mask slammed firmly back in place and the moment was over. She touched her lips as she left the room, knowing the last kiss had been different, and that knowledge sent butterflies of joy and unease swirling through her belly.
*****
Ford had suggested she return to her room and soak in the tub while she waited for the locksmith. He’d made her promise to take a long, hot bath, noting she’d probably be sore from the rough sex, and he needed her to take care of herself. Then he’d sent her away, telling her she’d done an excellent job.
By that evening, Evie had sorted through half of her things and taken delivery of at least ten of her internet orders, happy now that she had the things she needed. A sturdy lock had been installed on her door, with three copies ready for their rightful owners. Evie’s was in her purse, Charley’s was on the hallway table waiting for him to come over and claim it, and Ford’s was hanging from a red ribbon on his door-knob, awaiting his return to the house from his day of business.
Evie had spent the day missing the company of the two men. Thinking about them. Thinking about what Ford had done to her earlier. Finally, after she’d had dinner alone in front of the television, she’d turned off her bedside lamp and reached for her vibrator, hoping to quench some of the need she’d built up that day by thinking about her recent adventures over and over. Her fingers had just brushed the latex ridges of her well-used friend when she heard a noise in the hallway.
Ford. Her heart leapt and she hurried out of her room. He was heading toward his bedroom and his posture looked tired, but Evie hoped to entice him into her room for a gentler repeat of what they’d done that morning. Now that she was “all in”, why not make the most of it? Maybe he’d even spend the night holding her. That sounded nice. She didn’t want to ask for anything, afraid of his reaction—he was so insistent about being in control—but she was aching for him after thinking about him and Charley all day.
“Ford wait.” He froze, turning slowly toward her. Though he didn’t say anything in greeting, she plowed on. “Um, before you go to bed…” Evie’s hand trembled when she placed it on his chest, caressing lightly. “Do you maybe need anything from me? I wanted to make sure you knew I was still up.”
She moved her hand down his firm stomach, toward his crotch, feeling more like a harlot than she ever had since she’d met him. But after what he’d done to her that day, she’d been so hot waiting for him that she could barely stand it until he got home.
However, rather than react to her with the same enthusiasm, he grabbed her hand and pushed her suddenly against the opposite wall, pressing his whole, hard body to hers. She gasped in surprise.
She could feel his hot breath on her ear as he hissed to her in the darkness. “I decide how and when I want you, Evie. I’m in charge of our situation. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I-I’m sorry.”
And she was sorry, and a little scared at his harsh reaction, but as his body pressed against hers, she recognized the stirring of his cock as it stiffened against her hip. “Fix it,” he said and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees in front of him.
With his growing erection in her face waiting for her service she whispered, “Okay.”
He didn’t help
in any way. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his erection. His cock bobbed thickly, hard and undeniable, like an accusation. She wanted him to fuck her again, but instead she wrapped her hand around his shaft and leaned her face to it, inhaling his scent. But instead of taking him into her mouth, she pulled up on his cock and ducked her head underneath, sucking his balls into her mouth, first one and then the other. Just like Charley had, only, unlike him, she couldn’t fit them both in her mouth at the same time.
She stroked him as she suckled each of his balls in turn. Ford groaned, leaning heavily against the wall. She ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of his erection, flicking when she came to his swollen head, before sucking his whole length back into her mouth as strongly as she could.
Ford gasped then, finally reacting to her efforts. “That’s very nice, Evie.” He put a hand on her head and stroked her hair while she worked him, seeming to settle into the pleasure. She continued her pattern—soft, fluttering tongue on the head while she pumped his cock with her hand, and then strong suction as she engulfed it in her mouth. She worked his cock and balls hungrily—lips, tongue and hands, pulling, squeezing, sucking, and stroking—and he moaned in response. She wanted him inside her desperately, but he’d made it clear that, according to their deal, they did things as he wanted them, and he hadn’t asked for that.
Still, she was growing desperate for release. Pleasing him was only making her frustrated state worse. She pressed her legs together rhythmically, trying to assuage the burning need there, but it was no use. It wasn’t enough. For the first time she wished, since Ford wouldn’t fuck her, that Charley was there behind her, pounding his cock into her—filling her while she was satisfying Ford. The thought only made her burn hotter.
She had both hands occupied and squeezing her legs together wasn’t working. She was kneeling on her heels, so she squirmed, grinding the back of her foot into the crotch of her panties. That helped a little. The beautiful tingling started to grow, but Ford was already to the point of no return. She felt him swell harder and then he grabbed the back of her head and lunged deep into her mouth as his hot cum spurted down her throat. She wasn’t quite ready for him this time and she choked, tears leaking out of her eyes, but he didn’t stop. She regained control quickly and was able to let him finish without panicking and pushing him away. No one could say she didn’t strive to do her job well.
“Yes, goddamn…” He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled a little too hard in his excitement. She swallowed every drop he gave her and when he was finally done, he pulled her to her feet, both hands gripping hard on her shoulders, and kissed her cheek. He rested his face against hers while he caught his breath.
When he came away, he must have realized her cheek was wet. She felt him freeze, his fingers stiffening around her shoulders. She couldn’t seem to breathe. Would he be angry? Disgusted at her show of weakness? Slowly he reached up and swept a finger over her cheekbone, wiping the tears from her skin. “Oh, god,” his voice was anguished. “Are you okay?” She nodded and looked away, hiding her face and cleaning the last of the tears on the back of her hand.
His face looked hard and he shook his head, appearing to struggle for the right words. “I’m sorry to speak to you harshly, love, but you must learn the rules. It’s the only way this will work.” He dipped his head, forcing her to look at his eyes. “Do you understand?”
She nodded again. “I understand,” she whispered. “My eyes are just watering. I agreed to this arrangement. You didn’t hurt me.”
He cradled her face in his hands as if she were delicate china. Kissing her damp eyelids in turn, he wrapped his arms around her, murmuring words of support, appreciation. Evie leaned into him, relishing the moment of him offering comfort. He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve never found what I need,” he whispered into her hair. “I know I’m not capable of having a normal relationship. Or I’m not interested in faking it. I’m not sure which anymore.”
She opened her eyes and pulled back from his embrace to search his eyes, surprised at the sudden and personal revelation. Where was it coming from?
Moonlight filtered through the window, lighting one side of his handsome face in the otherwise dark hallway. “But you’re giving me that, Evie. You’re giving me the only thing I’ve ever found that feels right. I finally know what I need now, and it’s because of you.”
Evie’s head swirled in a headache-inducing mix of love, confusion and fear. This made no sense. What was he saying to her?
“Because you were brave enough to agree to try this crazy idea, now I know I can make a discrete arrangement and hire someone to submit to me sexually. I don’t have to try and make it work as part of a relationship I don’t want anyway.” He laughed, his velvety voice sounding touched with pure happiness. “I don’t know why I never thought of it before.”
Jellybeans.
Feeling suddenly weak, suddenly very tired, she leaned into him. In spite of his words and the small melt-down they’d started in her chest, she was drawn to him—wanting him to comfort her against the pain he created in her. She wanted to feel connected to him, desperate to believe the swell of emotion welling in her wasn’t just her imagination, regardless of his careless words.
She tilted her face up to his, wanting to kiss like they had in the library, but he stilled at her advance and gently pushed her back a step.
“Evie don’t. The rules. You must try,” he whispered tightly. She felt fresh tears threaten. What was wrong with her? She knew better, and she was paying the price for believing in what she knew she couldn’t have. He pressed a kiss to her forehead again. “Go back to your room and wait. I’ve called Charley over for you.”
She jerked back from him. “What do you mean, you’ve called Charley over for me?”
“I mean your instruction. Your training. You must learn to do what I ask of you, without question. Starting now. Your body belongs to me for this year. Now go back to your room and wait for Charley. I’ve instructed him to use his key to get into your room when he arrives. And when he comes to you, you will be very, very nice to him.” He said the last part firmly, pinching her chin with his thumb and forefinger.
Her heart was pounding, her voice high and edging on panic. “‘Be very, very nice to him’?”
“Do not pretend you don’t know exactly what I mean,” Ford said simply, his moonlit face looking angelic even as the devilish words came out of his mouth.
“You’re asking me to—” she choked, struggling to say the words out loud.
“I’m not asking you to do anything. I’m telling you to fuck him, Evie.”
“No. Not without you there—at least for the first time. Please! It’s so…”
“Evangeline, you will pleasure Charley in whatever way he wants of you or we will end this arrangement. That was our deal. I expect you to be completely agreeable to Charley’s demands, subject to one rule of mine of which he’s been informed. He’s promised to entertain me tomorrow over breakfast with a full description about how accommodating you were to his desires.”
“Please don’t make me do this alone.” Her voice was weak. Why was she always pleading with Ford not to make her do things?
Because he’s always upping the stakes.
Ford hesitated and then switched to persuasion. “Evie I know this will take some getting used to—following my orders without question—but I need you to learn. This is what makes me tick. This is what I need from you. I will continue to push you because it gets me off. You’ve been so strong. Please don’t give up just when we’re getting to the good parts.”
The good parts?
Ford scooped Evie back into his arms suddenly and kissed her just as she’d been hoping. Gently at first, his lips pushed against hers, his tongue probing into her willing mouth. The raw feelings that poured from him into that kiss made Evie’s heart break a little.
Was it possible she was imagining the emotion from him? Could he really be immune to the ch
emistry she was drowning in?
But Ford didn’t think like other people, and because of that, even Evie—an expert at minute changes in body language—couldn’t read him. Pulling back from the sensuous kiss that made her legs feel boneless, Ford delivered a raw and filthy ultimatum in the same reverent voice a lover might say, “You are my everything.” Only Ford said, “It’s time we got started for real, Evangeline. You will submit to my wishes. You will fuck Charley tonight, or tomorrow when I’m punishing you for disobeying me, I’ll let him fuck you anyway, only then it will be while you’re tied over my desk. It’s your choice.”
“Punish me?” Her voice squeaked. “But you said you’d never harm me.”
“I’ll never harm you, but I never promised not to hurt you. On the contrary, I want to hurt you, Evie. Not much, but some. It’s part of what I need from you. And I’m hoping you’ll learn to like that part too.”
Evie’s mouth dropped open and she struggled for a response. Before she could formulate anything coherent he pulled her tightly against him, causing her to gasp. “Do you see how just talking about punishing you makes me rock hard?”
It was true. She couldn’t believe that so soon after climaxing he was ready to go again, but his erection was undeniable. Grabbing her hand, he forced it to his crotch, his voice rough with some emotion she couldn’t read. “This is what you do to me, being brave enough to try this. And I don’t want to stop. I’m not even ready to slow down. No one’s ever done this for me before.” He touched his forehead to hers, his eyes tightly closed. “You have a safe word, Evie. You have a way out.” He forced her palm to travel the unyielding length of him between their bodies. “But your submission to me is your only way in.”
She shut her eyes to him, mentally bracing herself against the riptide of his logic, his world. It was too much. She’d wanted to react to his words, had opened her mouth to say something. His words deserved reaction. These weren’t words a lover should say. She shouldn’t be caught in his passionate embrace that felt so right and hear the words, “I want to hurt you.”