by Ivy Nelson
“Don’t toy with me, pet.” His tone was dark, his eyes intense.
“I promise I wouldn’t do that Bradley. I was serious earlier about trying something sometime.”
“Good girl. I’ll try to keep it interesting, but first, we need to get home safely.”
She nodded but went tense as a car pulled into the gas station behind them. He stroked her hair. “Just security baby.” One of the men climbed out of the car and came to Bradley’s window. He rolled it down.
“Sir, if you don’t mind, we’d like you and Miss Sanders to ride in the back, and I’ll drive the rest of the way home.”
“You’re the boss,” Bradley said. “Come on baby, we’ll make out in the backseat.”
Darci blushed and rolled her eyes. “You’re the boss,” she said giggling. They settled into the backseat, and Bradley slipped an arm around her and pulled her close.
Pressing his lips to her ear, he spoke darkly. “For the record, eye rolling makes me get bossy too.” She shivered, as he nipped at her ear with his teeth.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
When Bradley’s apartment had been cleared by security, Darci’s stomach filled with butterflies as she thought about going inside. Not because of the crazy killer out to get her, but because of the tall man holding her hand. He must have sensed her nerves as they approached his front door because he stopped and put his hands on her shoulders.
“Hey, I’m not going to chain you in my basement or anything.”
The tension left her, and she giggled. “Considering you don’t have a basement I wasn’t exactly worried about that.”
“What is it then? Be honest. No hiding anything from me, baby girl.” His eyes were searching her face as he waited for her to answer.
“I’m enjoying what we have right now and as excited as I am to explore our mutual kinks, we both know that can change things, and I’m nervous.”
“You’ve not gone down this path with me yet, so I am aware telling you it won't change things negatively isn’t exactly the reassurance you're looking for.” He lifted a hand to her cheek in a gentle caress. “I’m going to ask you to trust me, and I’m going to trust you. Our dynamic isn’t going to morph into some total power exchange relationship overnight. We’re going to ease into this and figure out what works for us.”
When she glanced at the bodyguard, she was relieved to see that he was too far away to overhear them. He pulled her into a quick hug and kissed her forehead. She inhaled his masculine scent before he released her. With a shy smile she said, “I trust you.”
“Good. I should also warn you that while I’m going to go slow, I’m not going to treat you like someone who’s never done this before. Only as someone who’s never done it with me. We’ll make mistakes, but as long as we can talk about them, we’ll be OK.”
Darci didn’t say anything. Couldn’t say anything. Instead she nodded while he opened the door and pulled her inside. As he closed the door again, electricity crackled between them, as it had the first night he had brought her here. He raised an eyebrow at her as he helped her out of her coat, and she knew the electricity was there for him as well.
Excitement stirred in her and she couldn’t wait to see where the night took them. To her surprise he kissed her cheek and said, “I’ve got to do a couple of things in my office, so I’m going to excuse myself for a bit. I won’t be long, I promise.” Unable to muster anything but a nod, she headed into the living room.
Half an hour later, engrossed in reading for work, she didn’t hear Bradley emerge from his office. Darci looked up from her spot on the couch and smiled when she saw him across the room. He had rolled up the sleeves of his casual blue button up, and bare feet were sticking out from his dark jeans. “Everything OK?” she asked.
He strode over to where she sat and plucked her reading from her hands. Leaning down he planted a gentle kiss on her upturned lips. “Much better now,” he whispered. He looked down at her with a steady gaze.
“Can you get us each a glass of wine?”
“Of course.” When she smiled and stood to go into the kitchen, he gripped her waist and pulled her close. The kiss he gave her was long and deep, leaving her breathless. For a moment after he released her, she stared, dumbfounded.
“Wine, pet,” he said evenly.
“Right, yes, wine, coming right up,” she stammered and turned for the kitchen. When she returned with two glasses, he had settled on the couch. She handed him a glass and sat next to him.
“Wrong spot,” he said, sipping the wine she offered. She looked at him in surprise. Where did he want her? “Wrong spot,” he repeated. This time he glanced at the floor and back at her with a raised eyebrow. Realization dawned, and she formed an ‘O’ with her mouth. He looked at the floor again, expectation in his eyes as he took another sip of wine.
Feeling shy, and more than a little awkward, she stood, set her wine glass on the coffee table and lowered herself to the floor, kneeling to face him. He stroked her hair and smiled. “You can get comfortable. I thought we would watch a movie.” She turned, unfolding herself from the kneeling position and leaned against his leg. He stroked her hair and picked up the remote from the table beside him. “What would you like to watch baby?”
“Um. Uh,” she stammered, thrown off by his question. He laughed and grasped her hair at the base of her neck, using it to direct her head so she was looking up at him.
“You’re still nervous.” She nodded. “Nothing to worry about baby. We’re easing our way into this, getting into a different frame of mind. So, what would you like to watch?” She leaned into the hand still fisted in her hair and closed her eyes, willing the butterflies in her stomach to calm. This was not anything extreme compared to what she had done with others in the past. She could, and would, get into the right frame of mind kneeling at his feet.
He did not release her hair as he waited for her to answer his question. Taking a deep breath, she spoke with confidence. “Something with lots of explosions.”
Laughter shook him, and amusement lit his eyes as he let her hair fall from his fingers. “I didn’t take you for the Michael Bay type.”
“Are you kidding? Bad Boys is the best movie ever!” she said with a grin.
“I can see we have different definitions of the word best.” Darci relaxed further as he flipped through the Netflix catalog looking for an explosive movie. They settled on ‘London Has Fallen.’ She bounced on her heels and clapped her hands as the opening credits began.
Throughout the film, Bradley made a point of touching her often. A stroke of her hair, a squeeze of her shoulder, rubbing his leg against her. Her fears had dissipated, and she felt relaxed at his feet. Once she got past the initial nervousness, it felt right. It had been awhile since that was the case. Halfway through the movie, he paused the film.
“My glass is empty.” He handed it to her, and she scrambled to her feet. “You should come back with fewer clothes on. I’ll leave the details of that up to you.”
“Oh. Um. OK.”
“Pardon me?” One eyebrow shot upward, and he frowned, seeming to expect a different response. Playfulness danced in his eyes and she blushed.
“I mean Yes, Sir,” she corrected. Wetness gathered between her thighs as she spoke the words that used to come so naturally to her. His grin was her reward.
“Good girl.” He waved her off to the kitchen. Before getting the wine, she ducked into the bedroom and slipped off her top and jeans. Less clothing. She considered a sexy nightie, and she had one in her suitcase, but decided she liked how she looked in only her bra and panties. Leaving them in place, she went to the kitchen.
Back in the living room, she held out his glass to him. To her surprise, he took both glasses of wine from her and set them on the side table. “You can sit next to me now.”
“Thank you, I don’t mind being at your feet though. I like it.”
“Good girl, but I want you next to me for a little while.”
Her head b
obbed up and down, but she quickly added, “Yes, Sir,” when he quirked his eyebrow at her. Settling next to him on the couch, she accepted the glass he handed her, and he restarted the movie. He draped an arm across her shoulders as they watched Gerard Butler and Aaron Eckhart fight off the bad guys. His fingers casually traced lines up and down her bare shoulder, and she shuddered as heat spiked between her legs.
“Cold?” he asked with a wicked grin as he continued the slow trail up her arm.
Gazing at him, she shook her head. “A little warm actually.” She winked and snuggled closer. His hand drifted from her shoulder to her neck before snaking into her hair. His grip tightened, and he turned her head upward, so he was staring down into her eyes.
“Let’s play a little game and warm you up a bit more.” A mix of excitement and need unfurled inside her when he paused the movie, never breaking eye contact.
“Take off your panties.”
Her hair fell from his grasp as he sat back and waited for her to do as he asked. Raising her bottom off the couch, she hooked her thumbs and forefingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs. Leaning forward, she pushed them slowly down her legs until they pooled in a black silky puddle at her feet. Heat filled his gaze as his eyes swept down her body.
“Now, I want to watch you play with yourself while you watch the movie.” She gasped, her eyes growing wide. “Is there a problem, pet?”
Swallowing hard, she shook her head and whispered, “No, Sir.”
“Good, now spread those amazing legs and play with your gorgeous cunt. One rule though, you’re not allowed to come until they catch the bad guys, and since I’m going to be watching you, you have to tell me how the movie ends and get it right or I’ll have to punish you.” Her mouth dropped open.
“That’s so not fair.”
“Now, pet. I’m not asking.” His voice was even, but his eyes were dark and his expression stern. Butterflies formed in her stomach, but she spread her thighs and slipped a hand between them.
“Good girl,” he said and picked up the leg closest to him. Draping it over his lap, he spread her even wider. “Ready for me to start the movie again?” he asked as she used gentle strokes to touch herself. Her face warmed under his gaze and she shook her head.
He chuckled. “Too bad.” The movie started playing again. “Don’t stop, pet. And don’t come.”
She whimpered, “Yes, Sir,” and continued to caress her pussy. His eyes never left her, and soon pleasure was bubbling inside her. Her eyes drifted closed as she plunged two fingers into the wet opening.
“You have to pay attention to the movie, pet,” he whispered. Her eyes jerked open, and she moaned. Slowing her fingers, she glanced up at him.
“How much longer is this movie?” she asked, her voice strained.
“Don’t worry about it. Focus on the movie and on not coming,” he said, running his hand over the thigh still draped over his lap.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back,” she said, sucking in a sharp breath. He fluttered his hand over her thigh again and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“I have faith in you baby. Keep going.” She pressed two fingers against her clit and rubbed in small circles. She was doing her best to concentrate on the movie and not the searing spikes of pleasure shooting through her body, but it was hopeless. She had no clue what was happening on the screen. As she neared the brink of an orgasm, she slowed her fingers and slipped them inside herself again. It was getting harder to hold back.
A low growl rumbled through Bradley, and he pulled her hand out from between her thighs.
“Enough,” he bit out.
With his other hand, he paused the movie. In one swift motion, he stood and scooped her into his arms. She squealed as he spun on his heels and carried her into the bedroom.
“You’re lucky baby. I have to have you now so no pop quiz for you.” Her grin widened as he dumped her on the bed and stripped out of his clothes.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as he crawled onto the bed. He was hovering over her, his legs on either side of her and his forearms resting on the mattress supporting his weight. His erection was hot against her thigh.
He stared into her eyes a moment longer before raising up, spreading her legs and positioning himself at her entrance. Bracing himself on the bed again he slammed into her in one quick stroke. She cried out as the motion thrust her immediately to the brink of an orgasm.
“You can come,” he grunted as he began to move. He thrust his hips, slamming himself all the way to the hilt and pulling out to the tip repeatedly. On the fourth thrust, the orgasm slammed through her, and she yelled his name as she rode the wave.
He continued his punishing strokes, fucking her hard. One orgasm turned into another. It didn’t take him long to join her in orgasm. He grunted out his own cries of pleasure, and her pussy tightened around him as his cock swelled. She felt hot jets of semen releasing inside her, and she moaned.
After they had cleaned up, he wrapped her in his arms and together they drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Darci woke relaxed. The man sleeping next to her made her smile. True to his word he was easing them into a less than vanilla dynamic, and she liked it. It was slow enough to not overwhelm her but not so slow that it seemed like they were crawling. She was sure he could be very demanding when he wanted to be, and she was looking forward to seeing more of that from him. Easing out of bed, she tiptoed to the kitchen. His alarm would go off soon and she wanted to have his coffee waiting for him.
Ten minutes later she poured the hot brew into a mug and set it on his nightstand before making her way into the shower.
As she was wetting her hair, she heard him slip in behind her. Wrapping her in a hug from behind he buried his face in her neck. She moaned, enjoying his touch. “Thank you for the coffee, pet.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” Tilting her head back she smiled up at him.
He kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” Moving her out of the stream of hot water, he wet his own hair and worked shampoo into the dark tendrils. Darci grabbed her own soap and did the same.
As she finished rinsing the last of the suds out of her long red hair, his fingers tangled in her curls. Grasping tightly, he lowered her to her knees. A slow grin spread wide when she came face to face with his impressive erection. Tasting his cock was something she hadn’t done yet, and she couldn’t wait.
When she took him into her mouth, a low growl escaped him. The sound encouraged her, and she took him in further until she felt him at the back of her throat. He was bigger than anyone else she’d ever given a blow job, and the fullness was almost painful for her jaw, but she loved the sounds of pleasure he made in response to her tongue, and it fueled her to push past whatever discomfort there was.
While she worked him in and out of her mouth, she wrapped one arm around his muscular thighs and used the other to squeeze the base of his thick shaft. Before long he tensed, and the taste of pre-come was in her mouth. She sucked harder but kept her rhythm the same.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. “I can’t hold back, baby. If you don’t want me coming in your mouth stop now.” In response, she plunged him deeper into her throat and that was all it took for him to lose it. With a gulp, she swallowed everything he gave. His grip tightened on the back of her head as he emptied himself into her.
Dropping his hands away from her head he shuddered and took a deep breath. “Christ, you’re incredible,” he said between breaths. As he recovered, she stood and reached for his body wash. For the next few minutes, she gently washed him. When she finished, he reached for the bottle of soap, and she realized he was going to reciprocate. His hands moved over her curves.
A contented sigh left her lips as he roamed her body, trailing suds everywhere they touched. He pressed her to him, one hand cupping her breast, the other still exploring her skin. Finally, his hand came to rest between her thighs, and she squirmed against him.
“Hold still,” he growled close to her ear. She stilled against him, closing her eyes as he explored, probing at the folds of her most sensitive area.
His thumb settled against the throbbing bud that was the source of her need, and she groaned as she lost her battle to keep still. “Still, baby girl, or I stop.” A strangled growl came from her throat as she leaned against him and fought the urge to squirm against his probing fingers.
“That’s better,” he said, and nipped her neck with his teeth. She could feel the pressure building inside her as he moved his thumb in a circular motion. One long finger slid into her tight entrance and she nearly lost control. The pace of his assault on her clit slowed just enough to bring her back from the edge.
“Bradley please,” she whimpered. The vibration of his voice and flutter of his breath as he chuckled close to her ear sent shivers all the way through her.
“I’m Bradley, am I?” She growled in frustration as he slowed his fingers almost to a stop. “Oh, growling at me won’t help you any at all, pet,” he teased, but once again his fingers were moving, and she was soon on the brink again.
“Please, Sir,” she moaned.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and she flew over the edge, calling his name as she fell. He tightened his grip on her to keep her from slipping as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through her. When she settled down, he turned her in his arms.
“Well, that was a delightful way to start the day. I think I’m going to keep you.” Feeling shy again, she buried her face in his chest and let the last aftershocks from her orgasm subside. When he reached behind her and shut the water off, they both stepped out of the shower.
Bradley insisted on drying her off before they headed back into the bedroom. They dressed together in silence before she went back to the bathroom to fix her hair. A few minutes later she was pulling her hair back into a ponytail when he came into the bathroom and set a mug of coffee on the counter for her. “Thank you.” She smiled at him in the mirror.
“You’re welcome, baby.” He watched her for a moment before turning to leave. Stopping in the doorway, he turned to face her and said, “I like it when you wear your hair down.”