by Lola Rivera
"Underfoot? Jeez, Gage, I'm not a cat."
"You know that I mean." He kissed my temple. "You're so noisy and chatty. I thought I loved the silence of having this place to myself but I'm realizing now I was just kidding myself all this time. I just didn't want to admit I was lonely."
I hugged him and kissed his neck. "You don't have to worry about that anymore."
He caressed my bare thigh. "Nope."
We shared a couple of soft, slow kisses. His hand started to drift up my thigh and I shivered. "Gage…"
"What?" He whispered against my lips. "Too sore?"
"No." I gasped as his fingers gently probed between my thighs. "I thought we were watching a movie."
"I watched enough movies in that hotel room." He placed a finger alongside my clit. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Hell no!"
He chuckled against my throat. "I didn't think so."
I threw my leg over Gage's lap and straddled him. Without panties on, I gave him easy access. I let my tongue dart inside his mouth as he explored my pussy with his long, thick fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing and expertly manipulated me.
I swayed back and forth on his lap. His fingers plunged inside my slick passage and rubbed my clit. I could feel his dick growing hard. It tented the front of the shorts he had changed into and jutted against my inner thigh. I slid my hand between us and into his cotton shorts to stroke him.
His cock was hot and hard in my small hand. I caressed the length with light touches and then grasped him a bit tighter. He lifted his hips and encouraged me to keep going. I nipped at his lower lip and smiled against his mouth. Those fingers inside me curled just right and I cried out.
We rocked and made out wildly as we used our hands to drive each other crazy. Judging by his quickening breaths and his tensing muscles, he was enjoying my stroking hand. His thumb wiggled side to side over my clit and drove me closer and closer to the edge of coming. My free hand clutched at his bare shoulder. My toes started to curl and that slow burn of ecstasy rippled through me.
"Gage!" My climax burst low in my belly. I gyrated on his lap as the waves of delight fluttered through me. His skillful hand thrust and flicked until I couldn't take anymore. He chuckled and kissed me roughly.
His penis pulsed against my hand so I slipped off his lap onto the floor. He stretched out his legs and welcomed me between his thighs. I tugged down his shorts and freed his cock. Little droplets of pre-cum dripped from the slit there and dribbled along the underside of his crown. They were shiny in the pale blue light from the television.
When I licked away the pre-cum, I could taste myself on him. It was an erotic and taboo experience. I took him deep in my throat and hummed before pulling up and swirling my tongue over his cockhead. He groaned with appreciation as I worked him with my warm, wet mouth. He pumped his hips and I knew it wouldn't be long until he came.
That first splash of salty cum hit my tongue, and I moaned noisily. I stroked his cock with my hand while sucking his dick. I wanted every last drop of cum he had to offer. He whispered my name as the last tremor of his climax faded. I licked him clean and tucked him back into his shorts.
Behind me, there were explosions and shouting as the characters in the action flick destroyed something. I didn't really care. Neither did Gage. Our gazes met in the dim light and held.
He caressed my face and smiled down at me. "That was one hell of a welcome back, sugar."
Chapter Seven
"Trick or treat!"
"Oh, boy! You really scared me!" I feigned fright as I dropped candy into the sacks of four young kids who had come to our door. They giggled and laughed and skipped away to join their mothers who waited at the end of our sidewalk.
A never-ending stream of kids marched up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. I was glad I had bought so much candy. I even had to dip into the emergency bags I had stashed in the entryway closet. Eventually, the last few stragglers reached the house. After twenty minutes passed without the doorbell ringing, I switched off the porch light and locked the front door.
I popped one of the chewy cherry candies left in the black plastic cauldron into my mouth and went in search of Gage. He had disappeared from the living room an hour earlier. I was sort of annoyed I had gotten stuck with candy duty.
"Gage?"
"Up here, baby."
I followed his voice to his bedroom. Well, I guess technically it was our bedroom now. I had considered bringing a couple of my things into his room but he was so anal about neatness and keeping order, I was pretty sure he would flip out if I left a shoe out of place. It was probably better for our new relationship if I kept to my space and he kept to his. Except for bedtime when we were all up in each other’s space…
When I stepped into the bedroom, I jolted with surprise. He had dimmed the lights and pulled the drapes on the window. The effect was a little spooky, to be honest. My gaze jumped around the room and landed on the plethora of sex toys and impact implements. That flogger I was learning to enjoy caught my eye. There were other things there we hadn't tried yet. The cane, for instance. I wasn't so sure about that one.
But it was the sex swing suspended from the ceiling that really caught my eye. I had always wondered why Gage's ceiling had that strange panel in it. Now I knew!
Apparently, he had built a reinforced box up there that could easily and safely bear the weight of the swing. The panel looked like a decorative ceiling piece during the day. No one coming in here would be any wiser. Sneaky, sneaky!
"I thought we'd play tonight." Gage walked over to his entertainment center and hit play on one of the albums I had come to recognize as our S&M music. He eyed me with a quirked grin. "Unless, of course, you'd rather do something else."
"Nope." I took a brave step toward him. "I'm game."
"We remember the rules, yes?"
I nodded. "Address you as Sir. Hold still when I'm being hit so I'm not accidentally injured. Use my safe word if things become too intense."
"You forgot one."
I frowned. "I did?"
"Let loose and have fun." He cupped my chin and peered down into my eyes. "And no topping from the bottom."
I smiled sheepishly at the reminder. Before he had left for SWAT training, Gage and I had played together. I had learned very quickly that he didn't like to be told how to do things when we were in the middle of a scene. My ass had been sore for days! "Yes, Sir."
"Strip," Gage ordered.
Tonight, I had chosen a less provocative outfit than the beer garden girl costume. I figured the moms in the neighborhood would appreciate the jeans and a black t-shirt emblazoned with candy corn prints better than the corset top that displayed my breasts and the tiny skirt that showed off my ass. I made quick work of peeling out of my t-shirt and jeans. My black bra and orange and black striped panties quickly joined the small pile of folded clothing on the corner of Gage's bed.
He walked a slow circle around me. Stopping behind me, he carefully pulled free the black elastic band holding my hair in a high ponytail. He combed his fingers through my dark waves. Grasping a handful of my hair, he jerked hard enough to make my chin tip up toward the ceiling. His lips ghosted across my ear and I shivered with excitement. I loved this rough, slightly nasty side of Gage.
"Was there a reason you didn’t ask my permission to go to that party last night?"
I blinked. "I didn't know I needed it, Sir."
"You think I don't know why you picked out that slutty costume to wear?"
His question threw me. I swallowed nervously, wondering if this was some strange and mean persona of his that he had kept well hidden. As if to reassure me that we were only playing a game, he tenderly caressed my neck before dotting soft, easy kisses on my shoulder. “Relax,” he whispered. “This is a little bad cop, good girl interrogation, Megan.”
The tension in my muscles vanished. He was playing a role right now. Deep down inside, I knew that he didn’t think I was anything close to a slut. But somehow hearing
him say that made my heart race in a kinky sort of way. Playing along, I asked innocently, "Sir?"
Gage walked in front of me and invaded my personal space. He had fully assumed that interrogator persona of his. "I know what you were up to last night. You were advertising your sweet tits and that perky little ass of yours. You wanted some of that hot, young dick. Maybe you're tired of this old, beat-up soldier."
Were we still playing or was this something else? Maybe it was a little bit of both. "No, Sir. I only want you."
"You want this?" He gestured to his bare chest, the skin marked with tattoos and scars. So many scars. I still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask him about his time in the Army or what, exactly, Delta operators did. I had looked online a few times, and what I had read had left me feeling ashamed of the way I had all but ignored him when I was younger.
Would it have killed me to write him a letter? To send him an email? To mail him a care package? But, no, I had been so obsessed with myself and my happiness that I hadn’t much cared about anyone else.
“I want this.” I looked him right in the eyes. My fingers itched to reach out and trace the dark ink coloring his skin. “I want all of you, Sir. Your tattoos, your scars—all of it.”
His green eyes raked my naked body. "I'm not sure I believe you. I think you're going to have to prove it to me."
I held his intense, hungry gaze. "I'll do anything, Sir."
"Anything?"
I nodded dutifully. "Anything, Sir."
"We'll see." He pointed to the wall. "Back against the wall. Hands in front."
I scurried to do as he had instructed. He picked up his silver handcuffs from the bed. My hands trembled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he snapped the cuffs into place. Holding the chain between the cuffs, he lifted my arms high overhead and draped them over the burnished bronze sconce attached to the wall. The glass candle holder had been removed. It occurred to me that this wasn't just a piece of décor. It had hidden uses—like keeping my hands pinned overhead and forcing me onto my tiptoes.
Gage nodded and allowed the slightest twitch of a smile to grace his mouth. "That's right, sweetheart. I designed this room to serve my needs. That chest at the foot of my bed? It doesn't just hold extra blankets and pillows." He paused and grinned wickedly. "Well—you'll find out later."
My stomach flip-flopped. Oh, hell. What had I gotten myself into this time?
Gage pinched my nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. I tried to twist away from him but he smacked my bottom so hard I gasped. "Oh!"
"Hold still, sub. You said anything, remember?"
"Yes, Sir." I panted as he tormented my breasts with his fingers. I was relieved when he abandoned my breasts and walked over to the bed. When I saw him pick up the flogger, I experienced a tremor of uncertainty. It was just the suede one, the warm-up flogger, but I had no doubt he would move onto the harder one in no time.
I sighed with pleasure as the suede tongues smacked my skin. He expertly wielded the flogger, his wrist flicking just so. The suede strips licked at my belly and thighs before moving to my breasts. When I had grown accustomed to the gentle thud of that impact, Gage tossed the flogger aside and picked up the one that scared me a little. The long leather tongues had enough bite to make me wince and gasp when they impacted my skin.
"Ah!" I did my best to hold still and fought the urge to squirm away from the descending leather tongues. Gage's wrist flicked even faster now. The leather strips whacked my thighs and belly until he had created pink splotches on my skin. He spread the heat to my breasts. The leather snapped against my tender skin. I gasped and cried out but held still.
Slowly, my body began to process the slight pain of the flogging as pleasure. My pussy ached and wetness seeped from my core. I could feel that slick honey dripping down my thighs and cooling on my skin. My clit throbbed and begged for attention.
Always a good master, Gage recognized my need. His fingertips slid between my lower lips and swirled down into the entrance of me before penetrating me fully. I rocked my hips and tottered on my tiptoes. It felt so good to have his fingers thrusting up into me. I wished he would touch my clit but knew better than to ask. Topping from the bottom, right?
"Look at this wet pussy," Gage groaned. "My dirty little slut loves that flogger, doesn’t she?"
"Yes, Sir." I moaned as his fingers penetrated me hard and fast. I couldn't explain it but I loved it when he called me filthy names. Together, in the safety of his bedroom, it felt so deliciously right to be called something so wrong. It heightened the taboo and left me panting for more.
"Do you want to come?" His thumb brushed against my clit and I cried out with need.
"Yes! Yes! Please!"
“No.” His thumb flicked my clit a bit faster. "Don’t you dare come, Meg."
"Oh, god. Please, Sir. Please." I clenched my thighs and tried to fight the building climax but it was too hard. His fingers worked my pussy in the way only he could. I glared at the ceiling and tried to think of anything and everything but how fucking good those fingers pounding my pussy and rubbing my clit felt.
But it wasn't enough.
With an unintelligible moan, I came all over his hand, my inner walls rhythmically squeezing his fingers.
Gage let me have the orgasm but then smacked my ass hard. "I thought I told you not to come."
I sagged against the wall and whimpered. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"Somehow I doubt that." He pushed his fingers, the skin glistening wet with my juice, against my lips. I sucked them into my mouth and licked him clean. "You have to be punished so you'll learn, Meg."
"Yes, Sir."
It was crazy but I wanted to be punished. Once we got going in these wild scenes, I craved more and more from Gage. He seemed to sense just how far he could push without freaking me out or breaking me. Together, we were exploring my sexuality and discovering what worked and what didn't.
And I couldn't get enough of it. More. I wanted so much more—and only with Gage.
He picked up two nipple clamps from the bed. I bit my lower lip at the sight of the mean devices. They weren't so bad going on, but coming off, they were terrible. I hissed when the first clamp bit my left nipple and groaned when the second clamped down on my right nipple. He flicked the clamps. I shouted in protest as the metal pincers tugged on my tender skin. Gage cupped my breasts and massaged them. I could feel the blood pounding in my squeezed nipples. The pounding sensation traveled right down to my clit.
"Since you love coming without my permission so much, we're going to learn a little lesson about self-control." He picked up the big, intimidating wand vibrator with the tennis-ball shaped head that he had covered with a condom. "Every time you come, I'm going spank you ten times. Understood?"
I gulped and stared at the vibrator. I couldn't win this one. There was no way I was leaving this room without having my ass beaten. Only the knowledge that I was going to have some incredibly good orgasms made it easier to swallow. "Y-yes, Sir."
He flicked on the vibrator. I could hear the low humming buzz. My toes curled against the floor. He pushed the vibrator between my thighs. The big, vibrating ball opened the folds of my pussy and glided between my slick labia.
My hands curled into fists. The vibrator swirled over my clit and then dipped lower to the entrance of my pussy. Back and forth, Gage moved the vibrator along the seam of my sex. It didn't take long for the first spasms of ecstasy to overwhelm me.
I had barely come down from that first orgasm when Gage kicked it up a notch. The intense shuddering rippled through my pussy. When he plunged two fingers into me, I lost it. I came so hard I couldn't breathe or make a noise. I just trembled and quaked as the vibrator and his fingers shoved me into a third orgasm.
“Gage!” I sucked in a long, shaky breath and tried to clear the dizziness swarming my head. In the back of my mind, I knew I had broken a rule. I had called him by his name, but none of that mattered right now. No, all I could think about were
the fingers thrusting into me so fast now. He had curled them in my channel, stroking and teasing until I thought I was going to pass out from sheer joy. The vibrator showed no mercy. That low, tight coil of bliss in my belly sprang free when he slid a third finger into me.
I shrieked like a banshee as I came. My pussy gushed around his thick, rough fingers as that damn vibrator forced me to keep coming and coming. As my shrieks bounced off the walls of our bedroom, he talked to me in that low, encouraging voice that made my heart race.
"Oh, that's it, sugar. Keep coming for me. Give it to me. Give me your cum, Meg."
I surfed the endless waves of pleasure until I couldn't take anymore. I sagged against the wall. The cuffs pulled almost painfully against my wrists. Those clamps pinching my nipples jingled as Gage shifted me free from the sconce and carried me over to the wooden chest at the foot of his bed.
I was a wet, shaking, shuddery mess and grateful for the way he held me atop his lap. Safe in his embrace, I rested my cheek against his shoulder. He caressed my back with long, slow movements and tenderly kissed my temple and nose. When I had finally recovered from that orgasm induced stupor, he asked, “Are you all right?”
I nodded shakily. “Yes, Sir.”
Cupping my face, he searched my face. “You understand that when we’re playing like this and when I use words like slut, I don’t mean them.”
“I understand.”
“I could never think that about you, Meg. You’re precious to me.” He kissed me again, lingering and soft. With a dark and sexy grin, he explained, “But sometimes it’s fun to play with these taboo ideas. It’s fun to push the boundaries and say things that excite or confuse you.” He dragged his thumb along the curve of my jaw. “If it ever goes too far or if I make you feel bad or wrong, you just have to say our safe word. We’ll stop and figure it out, okay?”
“Okay.” I trusted him not to go that far or to hurt or abuse me. He wasn’t trying to mind fuck me. He just wanted to help me feel and explore different parts of my sexuality.
“Let’s get you something to do drink.” He leaned down and picked up a bottle of blue sports drink and a small towel. Apparently he had prepared for every possibility tonight.