UnSub

by Kendra Greenwood

“Let’s leave our sneakers and socks here,” he said, slipping his off and parking them inside his bedroom. He knelt and untied the laces on hers, “Up.” She lifted her foot off the floor and he yanked one sneaker off, then a sock, then proceeded to the other foot. He set her Nikes next to his. For some reason Alyx couldn’t take her eyes off the paired shoes on his boudoir’s floor. They seemed so normal, like they belonged together.

  Daniel opened the magic doorway to the rec room and pushed Alyx in front of him, nudging her derriere up the stairs. It felt like a hundred degrees from the intense morning glare flooding through the glass picture window. Daniel ambled toward the window and pulled the shades down. He walked over to the thermostat and rotated the knob to the left.

  “It’ll cool off in a minute.”

  Plummeting the temperature to zero wouldn’t cool the blood boiling in Alyx’s veins.

  “Off with those shorts and go stand by the bondage table,” he said, giving her a scornful look. Exactly what she didn’t need. She already feared she might combust. “Don’t look so terrified. Trust me.”

  Alyx wanted to. Hell, she did trust him. But she still couldn’t seem to move her bare feet toward the bondage table.

  “Alyx,” he barked. “We’re effectively doing a scene here. I need you back in protocol.”

  “Yes, Sir.” But she still hadn’t moved.

  Daniel pivoted to the black lacquered cabinets and dropped mystery items into a metal bowl. Her stomach did that somersaulty thing—again. He faced her. “Are you a child? Must I undress you myself?”

  “No, Sir,” she said, reaching for the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down and stepped out, then tossed them onto the chair where Daniel had held her and fed her watermelon last night.

  “Might as well take off the shirt, too. I intend to take you up on last night’s offer.”

  Her offer? What had she offered? She couldn’t remember. Damn.

  Alyx pulled the fitted top over her head and dropped it onto the chair alongside her black spandex shorts. Totally naked. In broad daylight. Yikes. The room, still unpleasantly warm. Daniel grabbed the bottom of his gray tank top and pulled it off in one quick motion and cast it atop her workout clothes. Alyx feasted her eyes on his well-toned chest and muscular biceps. He looked just scrumptious.

  “Let’s go, little subbie, over by the bondage bench. Face the wall and bend over.”

  Everything between her legs clenched. She faced the slatted blinds and settled her upper body over the black leather upholstery. The leather’s coolness felt good on her inflamed skin. Daniel came up behind her, still wearing his shorts. He placed the metal bowl on a small table. Alyx couldn’t see what was in it, which was probably for the best. Her pulse raced, her heart pounded. Dampness formed between her legs. This shouldn’t be turning her on, should it? Let’s just get this over with.

  Daniel caressed her bare buttocks. He pinched and rubbed her skin and her vagina tightened in response. “You’ve got the cutest little ass, pet.” Her arteries contracted, expanded in a cadenced beat. Good thing she was sprawled across this bench, she doubted her knees would have supported her. Her nerves careened, a tremor prickled through her.

  “I’m going to restrain you. Remain still.” Daniel leaned over her, his warm chest flush against her back’s bare skin. Grabbing one hand he placed it over her head and buckled it into the restraining cuff attached to the table’s right-hand corner. Then moved to her left hand and snapped the cuff shut around that wrist.

  “Good girl,” his lips near her ear. He nipped the sensitive lobe, raising a tingle inside her. “Give me a color, sweetheart.”

  “Gr-ellow,” she mumbled. “Green, halfway to yellow.”

  “Do you think humor will save you from my evil ministrations?”

  “Unlikely, Sir. Something about you seems to bring it out in me.” She squeezed her eyes shut, too tightly, expecting admonishment, maybe even a swat on her ass. Daniel kept quiet and she wondered if he thought she was making fun of him. Perhaps she was. She had to stop baiting this man, her teacher.

  Standing, she felt him slide his warm hands down her thighs, then grab her ankles and spread them wide. He secured them in the leather restraints on the table’s legs, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

  Powerful hands caressed her bottom, his touch light. “People often make jokes when they’re afraid of something. But you’ll enjoy this, Alyx, trust me,” his voice low and rich. For some strange reason the sound of his words relaxed her. “First you’ll feel my finger.” Her throat went dry and her stomach flipped over.

  “You’re thinking too much,” he said softly. “Let yourself feel, Alyx, clear all thoughts.” He gripped her hip with his hand and held her firmly. She felt the cold drizzle of lube between her cheeks and stiffened. The muscles of her anus puckered tightly and she squirmed. A stinging slap made her jump.

  “Do. Not. Move,” he said. His hand stroked the place he’d slapped. Her arousal dampened the insides of her thighs. The touch of his finger up and down the crack of her ass made her shudder with excitement. His thick finger pressed against her anus. She wanted to escape, and as if he could read her mind, he clutched her hip tighter. A warning. “Now push back against my finger, you need to relax, Alyx, or this will become a bad, bad memory.” He swirled the tip of his finger around the tight ring of muscle and then slipped it in. Alyx gasped. “Hush.” His finger slid inside her, in and out before the shudder had left her body. Pushing his finger in and out a few times, he added another finger, continuing the thrusting motion. She tried to twist away, but his other hand said no.

  “I’m going to enjoy taking your sweet ass before the week is out, little subbie.” A shockwave of arousal ran through her. He pulled his fingers out and something cool touched her skin. “Push back,” he instructed. She whined as the butt-plug stretched her open. His grasp on her hip kept her from moving away and he eased it slowly inside. Wider and wider. She groaned and pushed her forehead into the cool black upholstery.

  “Almost there, baby,” he said, twisting the plug in a circular motion. And was it? Could it? It was in! He rubbed her bottom reassuringly and her clit throbbed. She groaned too loudly. Never would she have thought anything back there would arouse her, and embarrassment rushed through her.

  Daniel laughed and his sneering notes delighted her. She squirmed under his grasp. He wiggled the plug and sparks of electricity shot straight to her clit.

  “You’re a lovely woman, Alyx. I like the feel of your bare skin, so soft.” She felt the stroke of his hand and the heat of his body as he pressed his groin into her backside. “And now we’ll have some fun with this inside you.”

  He leaned over her again and unbuckled her wrists, then crouched and released her ankles. Sliding an arm under her stomach, he flipped her over and reattached her wrists. In one swift move, he clutched the undersides of her knees and positioned her feet on the table, spreading her legs wide. All the breath fled her lungs.

  “Keep your legs in position or I’ll restrain them,” his authoritative voice said. He removed his shorts and his erection sprang free. Her eyes widened and her brows shot up. She prayed he didn’t notice. Impressive, she thought, too impressive. Just like the rest of him.

  He traced lines up and down the insides of her thighs with his long fingers. Her stomach fluttered. “Look at me,” he said ever so softly. He smiled wickedly. “I’ve wanted to bury myself inside you since you smart-mouthed me in Jack’s office the other night. I nearly bent you over the arm of the couch and fucked you right there in front of your boss.”

  Alyx released a pent-up breath and then bit her lip. She wanted to say something smart-alecky but refrained. She needed to stay in protocol and stay quiet unless he asked her a question.

  He grabbed his dick and placed it at her vaginal entrance, swirling it around in her wetness. Slowly, he pushed inside her. Huge. She didn’t know if it was simply him or because she had that thing inside her. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Le
aning over, he kissed her, then pushed all the way into her with one brutal thrust. Alyx yelped. He felt so good inside her. The warmth of his mouth, the flick of his tongue, distracted her from the odd feeling coming from the plug. Reaching down he pinched her clit as he slowly moved in and out. Incredible sensations. Indescribable. Her clit blazed with ecstasy. He continued to circle the tight bundle of nerves with his thumb and the sweet agony pushed Alyx toward the crest. Her breathing became ragged, leaving her panting.

  Daniel kept up the slow torturous rhythm, driving deeply into her slick center. “Feels so good,” he groaned. Alyx’s insides quivered. “No, not yet, baby. You don’t have permission to come.” He rotated his hips in a rolling motion, then pulled out and plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt.

  “Please,” Alyx cried. “I can’t control this any longer, Sir.”

  “Yes, you will. This is all about control, Alyx. You wait until I tell you,” he growled, his breath labored.

  Alyx’s head hit the wall behind her as Daniel picked up the rhythm, pounding into her. He leaned over and grabbed the top of her head to cushion it from slamming into the wall, then covered her mouth with his and their tongues danced that sexy tango again. Alyx’s insides trembled. All control, fleeting.

  Daniel continued. Relentless. Her insides burned. He reached down and twisted the plug and Alyx screeched. Would she have to beg?

  “Now baby. Go,” he rumbled in that sexy-as-hell voice of his.

  Alyx climaxed loudly and Daniel followed with two sharp stabs before releasing himself into her. He collapsed on top of her, their hearts pounding in syncopating rhythms. “Fuck,” exclaimed Alyx, heaving a mighty sigh and trying to force air into her lungs. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sir.” She’d never vocalized that loud during an orgasm. Never.

  “Fuck is right,” Daniel murmured, breathless himself. Without looking, he deftly released her from the restraints. Alyx wrapped her arms around his back.

  “It’s only Sunday.” Alyx whimpered. “I’ll be dead before the end of the week at this rate,” she sputtered. “…Sir,” she added as an afterthought.

  Daniel chortled. Pulling out of her, he kissed her again and then stood. “I like a noisy woman. I didn’t think you’d be a screamer.”

  “I’m not,” Alyx muttered. “Or, I wasn’t.” Her face flushed, she averted her gaze.

  “Then I would say things are going splendidly. So far.” She still couldn’t make eye contact with him.

  “Stay,” he said, then walked to a wall-mounted square white box next to the black cabinets. He popped open the door and grabbed something. She felt the warm washcloth between her legs as he gently cleaned her. He folded it and then wiped himself. He landed the cloth inside the metal bowl, then sat her up. The plug pushed deeper inside her and she squirmed.

  “Oh, geez,” she mumbled, punctuating her words with a squirm.

  “Don’t worry, you won’t be thinking about it for long.”

  “You mean I have to leave it in?” Alyx’s eyes widened.

  “Until I replace it with a larger one.”

  “No way,” she screeched. “What if I have to go to the bathroom?”

  “No need for embarrassment. Tell me and I’ll remove it and then, put it back.” Words evaded her and she knew she had absolutely no recourse. Daniel picked her up by the waist. “Do you know how fucking adorable you are right now?” Well, again, no words.

  “How’s your head?” he said, rubbing the top affectionately. “I didn’t mean to knock you into the wall like that.” He kissed the top of her scalp.

  “Like I said, at this rate I’ll be dead by Friday.” Alyx smirked at him. “Sir,” she added.

  “Aren’t you a riot? Come, let’s take a swim and we’ll shower later.”

  There was that ‘we’ll shower’ again. She must be mistaken; he probably meant they’d each shower in their own bathrooms. Although, the thought of running her hands over his soapy broad shoulders and massive biceps, over his taut stomach and steel-like buns, threatened to arouse her all over again. What the hell was happening? She’d become some kind of a sex-crazed slut.

  Like an exotic tropical vacation, far away in another land. She and Daniel swam in the deliciously warm ocean and sunbathed on the deck. Lydia served them grilled shrimp on arugula for lunch and she’d made fresh lemonade plus roasted peaches for dessert. Daniel spent a few hours away from Alyx as he attended to phone calls and messages in his at-home office. Four o’clock, and her free time neared its end. Her skin prickled at the thought of what he’d demand of her tonight.

  “I’m going for another swim,” he said, his deep voice coming from above. “Care to join me?”

  “Definitely,” she said, rising from the cushioned lounge chair.

  “I think you’ve had enough sun for one day,” he chided. “I don’t want you to get burned. Did you put sunscreen on?”

  Oh, she was getting burned, but it wasn’t from solar radiation. Too much sex. So much screwing had scorched her to a crisp. “Yes, I used sunscreen,” she answered snidely. Throwing her sunglasses on the chair, “I’ll race you in,” she screeched, and sprinted for the shoreline. He had to take off his tee shirt and topsiders, which gave her a few seconds edge. Just as her toes hit the ebbing water she felt two arms around her waist and he tossed her over his shoulder. Alyx squealed. “You son-of-a-bitch. Put me down.”

  “I’ll never let you beat me, little miss I-can-do-anything,” he yelled playfully. He crashed through the surf then heaved her into the air and she fell screaming into an oncoming wave.

  Alyx wiped the water from her face as she surfaced. Daniel’s happy face popped up in front of her as they bobbed up and down in rhythm with the rolling sea. She felt sixteen again, romping in the ocean on a beautiful summer day, frolicking with her surfing pals. For a moment, she almost forgot where she was and what lay ahead.

  Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath labored. “I almost beat you.”

  “Not even close,” he said and chuckled. They floated blissfully on the waves for a while, the bright sky and brilliant sunshine only added to Alyx’s contentment.

  Returning to the deck, they toweled off and Daniel reminded her, “Back on my time, little subbie.” He flashed that sexy smile of his and Alyx’s insides swirled into a mass of jingling nerves.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let’s shower and I think we’ll play in the TV room tonight.”

  “Fine, Sir.” The TV room? Was that the room she’d first met him in? Maybe he’d make her watch porn. She’d watched some with Jason, and the first ten minutes were usually kind of hot but then it got gross. No doubt in her mind these movies weren’t made for women. They had no storyline, no excitement of the chase. Just lots of genitals going in and out of various holes, and in really unflattering light. Not romantic in the least.

  “I need some time to wash and dry my hair. Is it all right if I’m back in say an hour?”

  Daniel furrowed his brow. “You’re showering with me.”

  Alyx gave a matching frown. “But, surely that isn’t part of the training I need for this assignment.”

  “I know. It’s just for me.” His smile made her squirm. Again, she thought this weird. Why was he doing this to her?

  Daniel grabbed her hand firmly and marched her through the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. Definitely not going the way she’d planned, thought Alyx. His behavior had become entirely too familiar, too intimate, in a different kind of way.

  In the middle of his huge bedroom, she wore her damp red bikini. Daniel went directly into the bathroom and she heard the spray of water from the shower. He waited in the doorway, “Come,” he beckoned. Alyx remained transfixed. She should tell him no. Except, technically, she was on his time and under his control. But, this seemed too much like a relationship and just, well, wrong.

  Slowly, she inched toward him. He stepped in her direction and pulled her into his chest. He deftly released the string behind her back and slipped he
r bathing suit top off, letting it fall to the ground. Her nipples hardened. “You have magnificent breasts, my dear,” he said in a throaty voice. “I could play with them all day.” Each hand cupped a breast and he massaged and squeezed them until it became almost painful. His touch ignited flames on her skin. “I love seeing you naked,” he murmured near her ear and she sucked in a breath at the touch of his lips. Her core kindled into a furnace and she tilted her pelvis toward him reflexively. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and let them drift down his taut back and over his firm backside.

  Their lips met in an urgent kiss, and she felt herself sinking into the deep end of the ocean, the swirling rip current threatening to drown her in a sea of emotion. She shouldn’t be letting herself enjoy this so much. Her heart swelled with desire, but also something else. Something terrifying. Thankfully he broke their embrace and tugged her toward the shower. Using both hands, he pulled the side strings of her tiny bikini bottom and whipped it off her. “Ta-da,” he said with a boyish grin.

  Alyx laughed. She hadn’t anticipated him being so playful. He did keep calling it play, when she’d totally expected mean and scary. Pain.

  “In you go,” he urged, opening the glass doors of the shower and shoving her inside. Alyx had never seen a shower like this. The jets came from every direction, assaulting her body with stinging precision. She screeched, covering her sensitive breasts with her hands.

  Daniel immediately came to her side and wrapped her in his strong arms. “Too much stimulation for your tender skin?”

  “Torture,” she squealed and Daniel reached and moved the knob to the left so the water’s intensity decreased. She inhaled deeply and let it out, then relaxed.

  “Better?”

  “Much.” Daniel grabbed the body wash from the shelf and squirted it into his hand. He came around behind her, and pushed her hair off her back, slinging it over her right shoulder. Massaging the soapy lather into her shoulders and neck, his expert touch worked the muscles until she felt like her body had turned to jelly. He continued slathering her body with soap, moving over her backside, down her thighs, circling around her stomach, eventually landing on her tits. Alyx pushed them up into his wide palms, her head falling back against his chest.