by C. M. Allen
Taking her hand in mine, I asked the million-dollar question. "Do you think you would ever want to be with me after you've seen and heard some of what I'm about?"
Blowing out a heavy breath, she stared at me. "You know when I first walked in there tonight, I was uncomfortable, but still curious. And the more I saw, the more I thought of trying some of those things. But honestly, when I thought about doing them with someone... you were the only man who came to mind. You're the only man I thought of that I would trust enough to try something like what I saw there tonight. And then there you were right before my very eyes, like I had somehow conjured you up with my thoughts."
I brushed my finger down her cheek. "I'm glad to hear you say that because I don't know what I would do if another man was to show you any of the things, I want to open your mind to." Looking at her for a moment, I asked. "Will you allow me to show you some of those things tonight?" When she nodded her head, I informed her. "First rule is you always respond to my questions with words. When things get intense, you're going to need to use your words to tell me how you're feeling. I will learn your body’s reactions and tolerance levels eventually, but at first, I will need you to verbalize where you're at."
When she nodded her head again, I raised a brow at her. "Sorry, yes, I understand," she said with a giggle that told me that she was clearly nervous.
"And then I always use the universal safe words. Green means you're good, yellow means you're approaching your limit. And red means all play needs to come to an end because you have hit your limit. But know that when you say red, everything comes to a complete halt. So please don't just say it out of fear. If you begin to feel afraid of anything that we are doing, say the word yellow and then you can tell me your concerns about what we're doing and then we can discuss it. From there I'll decide if you're able to handle more or not. And most important of all, your safety is my number one priority. As a Dom and as a man it is my job to make sure that you are well cared for, both physically and mentally. Anything you need, you come to me and me only, Sloane. If we do this, you need to know that I will not tolerate your relationship with Jared to go on any longer. You will need to end things with him. You will be mine and only mine. No other man will ever touch you. And last.... I want you to know that you're the first woman I've ever wanted to have more with, so I'm going to fuck this up sometime because this is all new territory for me. But I've never wanted this with anyone else more than I want it with you... only you."
CHAPTER
8
Sloane
As I sat here, listening to him explain all the rules and parameters of what our relationship would be like; should I decide I want to move forward with this. I'm both shocked and curious, and if I was being truthful, turned on. The idea that he wanted to possess my body scared the hell out of me, but that feeling of fear wasn't like a true fear. It was more like going on a roller coaster that you knew you were terrified of, but you did it anyway for the adrenaline rush you got from it. Archer was my roller coaster. Anytime we were together it was always an adrenaline rush. He always made me feel safe as if he already commanded my body and soul in such a way that it blindsided me every time. But his demand that I end things with Jared had me feeling guilty for the hurt that I was going to inevitably cause Jared. Guilty for the feelings I still had for him, enough to know that I still cared about him. Looking at Archer for a moment, I asked. "Can I at least still be friends with him?"
Darkness filled his eyes as he gritted out his one-word answer with such a harsh tone that it left no room for any further negotiations. "No." When my eyes turned downward with my thoughts, he asked. "Do you love him, Sloane?”
I snapped my head up to look him in the eyes. "No! Nothing like that. I've only known him for a short time."
Grabbing my legs, he laid them on his lap as he stroked his fingers over them. "Do you care about him?"
I knew I needed to be honest with him about my feelings for Jared. "Yes, I do. I don't want to hurt him."
Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulled me up and positioned my legs to a straddling position on his lap, the action caused my dress to ride up. With his hand gripped in my hair, he pulled me towards him and crashed our lips together for a deep passionate kiss. As he released me, he ran his fingers lightly down my neck, gliding them over my collarbone, then over my breasts and down my stomach. His hand then reached between my legs, allowing him to see just how wet I still was for him. His thumb finding my clit began to rub it in a circular motion while his pointer and middle fingers found their way into my welcoming heat, causing my head to fall backwards at the pleasure he was bringing my body. Feeling his lips climb their way up my neck and to my ear, he murmured. "You're so fucking wet for me, angel. Does he make your body feel the same way I do?" Not having the common sense for an answer right in this moment, I simply moaned. "Words, Sloane. Use your words. Does he make your body feel as good as I do?"
"N-no."
Kissing my lips, he told me in between tongue strokes. "And that's why."
Kiss.
"You."
Kiss.
"Will tell him goodbye."
Kiss.
"First thing tomorrow."
Loving the way Archer was possessing my body and mind right now, the only word I could think to say was. "Yes."
As soon as I gave him the answer he wanted. He gave me the orgasm I so badly needed when his fingers hit that spot over and over again, causing my orgasm to rip through me with such a vengeance that it left me using his body for support.
After I came down from my high, Archer grinned at me. "Now, are you ready for the real thing to start, Sloane?"
I started to nod my head when his earlier words drifted back into my mind. "Yes."
Looking at me like he was trying to gage my comfort level for what was about to come, he told me in a commanding tone. "I want you to stand up and walk to my room. Take your clothes off and lie on your back in the middle of the bed with your eyes shut and wait for me." My mind took a moment to register what he'd just said when it was snapped back to the here and now by Archer's dominate tone that he used to get my attention anytime I drifted away. "Sloane, did you hear my instructions?"
I stood up on shaky legs. "Yes." I turned around and walked down the hall towards his bedroom. Opening the door, I did as he has instructed and took off all my clothes, laying on my back in the center of the bed. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my nerves and then closed my eyes.
Laying there for what felt like forever, waiting for him, suddenly I heard the music begin to play in the background. Listening to the song for a moment, I could tell that it was the song Earned it by The Weeknd.
As I listened to the words that were being sung to me, I caught the phrase: Girl you're perfect, you're always worth it, you deserve it, the way you work it, you've earned it. And wondered if this was Archer’s way of telling me I'd earned this moment of trust he was putting in me to show this side of him he held so close to his chest. I felt his presence in the room before I even heard him. He walked over to the end of the bed, setting a hand down on my foot. Slowly he started to drag his fingers all the way up my body as he moved up the side of the bed, running them so close to my sex, I almost begged him to touch me there.
He continued his way up my stomach, then over my breasts, causing chills to rise up on my skin that seemed to chase his fingers. When he stopped at my mouth, he lightly glided a finger over my lips, then gave me a one-word command. "Open." Opening my mouth, he dipped his finger inside, petting my tongue with it. "God, I love the feel of your tongue. Show me what you would do if I were to put my cock in your mouth right now, Sloane."
Closing my lips around his finger, I circled my tongue around the tip before reaching up to grab a hold of his hand, but then he barked out another command. "Stop. Not with your hands. Only your mouth." As I dropped my hand back down to my side, he began to slide his finger in and out of my mouth as I sucked on it and licked it as if it were his coc
k. "Mm, you are making me so hard right now with the way you use your tongue, you know that?" A smile blossomed across my face at his words, knowing that I was turning him on. When he pulls his finger from my mouth, I started to open my eyes. "Keep them shut, now I want you to reach your hands over your head and grab a hold of the headboard." Thinking for a moment about what he was going to do to me, I reached up and took a hold of one of the iron slats on the headboard. "Sloane, do you trust me?"
"Yes, I do." After my answer was out, I felt velvet being wrapped around my wrists, and it took everything I had inside of me to keep my eyes shut as he had instructed. Stretching my arms up over my head, he anchored them to the headboard with the velvet material. When he was finished, he ran his fingers lightly down my arms and cupped my face as he leaned in to kiss me on the lips. "Good girl,” he praised me as I felt a blindfold being slid over my eyes next.
Sensing his body retreat, he left me there, listening to him walking around the room, then out of it and back in. "Archer?"
"Shh, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. I've got you." Suddenly his hands wrapped around my ankles as he spread them open wide for his viewing pleasure. Hearing a curse escape his lips, he questioned. "Do you think you can keep your legs open like this, no mater what I do to you?"
Taking a deep breath, I tried to imagine what it was that he had planned. "I think so."
"It's a yes or no answer, Sloane."
I swallow past the lump that was forming in my throat. "What if I say yes and I can't?"
"Then you will be punished for disobeying me."
I searched my mind to try and think of all the things I'd ever read about BDSM. I knew there were several ways a Dom could punish his sub. Some ways were erotic like a spanking, while the others, like withholding orgasms, would be pure torture. So I answered him truthfully. "No, I won't be able to."
Keeping silent for a moment, he finally smiled. "Thank you for your honesty." Not knowing what or if I was supposed to say anything, I stayed silent.
After Archer had tied both my legs to the bed posts, I felt him climbing up between them, and my whole body tensed at the unknown of what he’d plan to do to me. "Relax angel, nothing's going to happen that you don't want to happen. Now do you remember your safe words?"
"Yes, yellow if I'm getting close to my limit, and red if I'm at my limit."
He leaned down and kissed my lips. "Good." He slowly started to kiss his way down my body, finding my breast. Opening his mouth, he took it in and bit the tip of my nipple, drawing a gasp of pain laced with pleasure from me. Biting down on it a little harder, he then soothes it with his tongue, making me groan from the twist of pain and pleasure he painted on my body. Loosening his grip, he moved to my other breast treating it to the same. "Where are you at, Sloane?"
"Green." I moaned.
"Good." Moving his tongue and lips down my body, he came to rest just above my sex, making me wish I had the use of my hands right now to show him where I desperately needed his mouth on me. His lips hovered over the inside of my thigh and I could feel his hot breath on my skin, torturing me as I waited for what came next.
I was granted my silent wish when his lips kissed the inside of my thigh for the first time, causing me to release a breath of anticipation I didn't know I was holding onto. "Archer." His name fell from my lips at the feeling of such pleasure. Slowly he kissed his way up one side of my thigh, then up the other, pushing two fingers inside of me at the same time his mouth covered my clit, it caused my back to arch up off the mattress from the onslaught of pleasure he granted my body. He worked both his fingers and tongue in perfect rhythm the same way he did at the club, and just like that he had me back on the edge of another orgasm. "Oh God Archer, you're, you're going to make me come."
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his fingers and mouth leave my body, and I whimpered in protest.
CHAPTER
9
Archer
Watching her body react to all the things I was doing to her had me growing harder by the second, making it a struggle to keep myself in control. I had never lost control with a woman before and even though Sloane was different, I wasn’t about to start, even though, she constantly drove me over the edge with every gasp, moan and whimper that fell from her lips.
I'm in charge here. I'm the Dom. Get your shit together, Jennings!
I chanted to myself over and over again in my head. When she told me that she was about to come, it gave me the perfect opening to show her just what it would be like to have her body under my total control. I watched in delight as she squirmed and ached for my touch. "Who do your orgasms belong to, Sloane?" Still squirming and not responding to my question, I could tell she was on sensation overload, and she wasn’t listening to me. "Sloane," I said louder, slapping her pussy with my hand, causing her to cry out. But my action did it’s job and her movement immediately stopped, and she stilled herself, breathing at a pant.
"Please, Archer, please."
Loving her pleading words, begging me to give her the release she so desperately needed, I asked her. "Please what, angel? What do you need from me?"
"I need you to make me come, please." She begged on a whimper.
"Then answer my question. "Who do your orgasms belong to?"
Twisting against her bindings, she finally breathed out. "You."
Knowing the gift I was about to give her, I smiled to myself. "That's right. I decide if you come or not." Waiting for a moment longer, I felt that she'd had enough and decided to put her out of her misery and drive her straight into euphoria. Bringing my mouth back down on her clit, I used my tongue as I pressed two fingers inside of her hot wet pussy and began to rub that spot inside of her I knew would bring her back to the very edge I left her hanging on only moments ago. As I licked, bit, and finger fucked her, she started to mumble some incoherent words, and I knew she was there and needed her release. "Come now for me, angel." I whispered.
No sooner were the words out of my mouth, I heard her scream out her orgasm as she came all over my fingers, letting me know right here in this moment, I now owned her body the way no other man ever could.
As I watched her breathing slow, she finally came back down. "Oh my God Archer, what the hell was that?"
Trying not to chuckle, I answered. "That, angel, was me showing you what giving up total control over your body to me can be like."
She was still breathing at a slight pant. "That was... incredible. Holy shit."
I crawled up her body and took her mouth with mine, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. As I ended the kiss, I told her. "And that's just the beginning."
"Oh God, Archer, I don't know if I can take anything more intense than that!"
"You can, and you will. Trust me to know how much your body can handle, but I need to ask you something, Sloane."
"What?"
"Did you use protection with Jared?"
Her body stiffened at the mention of his name, and I was hoping that I didn't just kill the night. "Yes, I did."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "And you're still on the pill?"
"Yes."
The second I had the information I needed, I shed my pants as my need to fuck her climbed to an all-time high. "This is going to be hard and fast, Sloane. I'm wound too tight to go slow with you. Do you understand?"
Nodding her head, I waited for the words I needed to hear. "Yes, I do."
Positioning myself at her opening, I shoved in all the way to the hilt, making her scream out at the sudden invasion to her body. Waiting for a few seconds, so she could adjust to my size, I pulled almost all the way back out and then slammed back into her, setting a relenting pace. "Oh God Archer, you're going to make me come again."
Not able to go much longer, I growled at her. "Come with me now." Both of us shattered into a million pieces like the timing of a perfect symphony.
I laid there for a few moments, still inside of her, knowing that after this night she was and would always
be mine. Kissing her softly on the lips, I looked up at her. "Let's get you into a warm bath and cleaned up."
Pulling out of her, I got up and untied all of her bindings, massaging her wrists and ankles, then removed her blindfold before lifting her exhausted body into my arms, taking her into the bathroom. Once we'd both cleaned up, I carried her back to the bed, put her under the covers and crawled in behind her, pulling her body firmly against mine. "Sloane?"
"Yes?" She asked in a sleepy voice.
"Are you okay with everything we did tonight?" Not hearing an answer, I questioned her again. "Sloane?" I was only met with heavy breathing sounds that told me she was headed straight into a deep sleep and my question would have to wait until morning. Hoping she was okay with it all, I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer and drifted off to sleep myself.
As the light streamed through the windows this morning, I'm awakened to the most beautiful sight I was sure would have never been possible. Curled up in a ball with her head buried in my chest was the one woman I couldn't do without in my life ever again. My angel. Feeling her stir awake, she started to open her eyes, taking in her surroundings. "Good morning, sleepy head," I said, stroking the hair away from her face and kissing her forehead.
As she stretched what I'm sure were sore muscles, I couldn't help but become hard all over again, but I knew I needed to give her time to heal from the punishment of the hard fucking I gave her last night. "Morning," she said with a big smile.
"How are you feeling this morning? Are you sore?"
She blushed a little at my question. "A little. Nothing I won't recover from, though."
Brushing the hair back from her face, I kissed her gently on the lips. "Are you okay with the things we did last night?"