Master Debater

19. Nate

Instead of taking Willa up to my bedroom, I escorted her inside her portion of the duplex. I’d had two days to figure out exactly how I was going to reclaim the reins during our next sexual escapade, and it involved Willa’s headboard and the ties I’d jammed into my pocket before escorting my friends outside.

A mixture of bafflement and dismay flickered across her features, and I waited to see if she’d admit to it.

“It was nice meeting your friends,” she said, fiddling with her hoop earring the way she’d been doing at the beginning of the night. “Do you think it went okay?”

“They were the ones I wanted to occasionally smack, if that’s what you mean. You were perfection, as usual.”

Bashfulness looked damn good on her, toes turning inward, the blush of her cheeks accented by a half-smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said. “Then again, you’ve already been most everywhere, so obviously when it comes to you, I’m easy.”

I strode closer. “Are you now?”

She lifted her big green eyes, unabashed desire shining in the depths, and I was sure she’d finally tell me she wanted me to take her to bed. Instead, she bobbed her head and gnawed on her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Say it,” I said.

“Say what?”

“What you want.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why can’t you say it then?” I reached up, placed my thumb on her lower lip, and freed it from her teeth. “That’s my job, biting you.”

Her breasts rose and fell with her shaky exhale. “So, get on with it then.”

“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast.” I looped my arms around her lower back and drew her tight against me. “You thought you got away with it, didn’t you?”

Confusion crinkled the space between her eyebrows. “Away with what?”

“Do you remember what I told you the other night in the shower? About how I was in control, and that you were going to declare me your master?”

She blinked at me, undeniably remembering but playing coy. Then she brought up a finger and bit at her nail. “The thing is, I’ve grown to enjoy arguing with you, regardless of how tiny the conflict. It leaves you a pinch gruff and grunty, and that leaves me a lot turned-on. So, you see, pushing your buttons is a type of foreplay I’m becoming rather addicted to.”

My cock had already been swelling with my plans for her, but that took me from half-mast to full. I reached down and adjusted myself, not bothering to be one bit subtle. “Nuh-uh. Not tonight. I’m in charge.”

“You don’t always have to argue with me, you know. What if neither of us were in charge.”

I grunted, and she bit back a laugh. Unsuccessfully, I might add. Oh, she wanted to play? If pushing my buttons was foreplay, then I might stir up more reasons to fight just so I could carry her to bed and punish her in new and inventive ways. “How can you be in charge when you were willing to let me walk out that door without fucking you? When you couldn’t even tell me that you wanted that? You clearly need a lesson in taking charge of your own pleasure, and lucky you…” I wrapped my hand around her chin, thumb digging into her cheek as I crashed my mouth over hers in a brutal kiss with an added bite, since as I’d told her, that was my job.

Then I placed my hands on her shoulders, turned her around, and pointed her toward her bedroom. “Now, get in there and get undressed so I can get started.”

Attaining control while tied to the bed, face down, ass up, would be next to impossible. In other words, it’d put Willa exactly where I wanted her. I withdrew the cabernet-colored tie I’d stuffed in my pocket, bound Willa’s wrists, and then looped the other end through the cut-out design of her headboard. A quick tug confirmed the knot was secured, nice and tight.

“If, at any time, you want to stop, what would you like to use as a safe word?”

Willa wiggled against her restraints, her hair spilling over her back in a wavy curtain. “Hmm. How about…? The outline of her cheek made it clear she was grinning, clearly pleased with herself over what she was about to suggest. “Mozart.”

I slid my hand from knee to inner thigh, my blood pumping hotter and faster. “Oh, so I’m just supposed to be okay with you calling out another man’s name during sex?” I dragged my hand upward so my pinky barely grazed her pussy. She whimpered, feeding my inner sadist, and I rewarded her with a resounding smack. Nothing was quite as satisfying as leaving a personalized mark on her that was all mine. “Mozart, it is.”

A low noise rumbled through my chest as I took in the tiny scrap of lace dividing her heart-shaped ass. I planned on using that to my full advantage, adding to my pleasure while also amplifying hers. “I bet you thought you were pretty smart in the shower the other night, dropping to your knees like that.” I smacked the other cheek, watching it jiggle as my red handprint formed.

“Is this supposed to prevent me from ever doing it again? Even though I could taste how very much you enjoyed it.”

“Just remember that you did this to yourself. It’s high time you learn how to get yourself off anyway.” I crawled over her body, dragging my arousal across the seam of her ass as I lowered most of my weight onto her and nipped at the shell of her ear. “But only if I approve it. While you and I are partaking in this arrangement, you need permission, and I’ll only be giving the okay if I’m too far to get here and fuck you myself, and if there’s video. You hear me?”

She nodded, her rapid breaths letting me know she enjoyed being bossed around during our steamy sessions between the sheets. Handy for me, as being a domineering bastard came easy.

I rolled partway off her, one elbow braced on the bed and my dick pressed firmly against her hip bone. I slipped my hand between her legs, groaning at the slick welcome I received. “Say it, Willa. I need you to show me you understand, and that you’re ready to be a good, submissive girl.”

“Only if you approve it. Video. Yes. Whatever. Just get me off already.”

The cruel laugh that emanated from me managed to surprise even me. “Oh, this is going to be a long process. I made you a promise the other night in the shower, and I plan to keep it.” I skimmed a few fingers over the lacy triangle of her thong, veering closer and closer to the bump of her clit but not quite touching.

She squirmed, but the knot in my tie held firm. She twisted so her cheek was against the bed and I dipped my head and kissed her lips as she gyrated against my hand. She almost managed to wiggle into place against my fingers, but I sat up, withdrawing my hand as I did so.

“Nathan.” It drove me crazy when she called me by my full name, especially during sex, when her voice was edged with raspy desperation.

“Willa.” I cupped her ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them wide for a better look at her, fully exposed, lustrous and swollen with need. I stroked her, spreading her arousal over herself and my fingers. Then I pushed a finger inside her silken, pink pussy. She moaned, louder and louder as I pumped into her a couple of times.

Time to add another finger, all the way to both knuckles. I arched against her side, pushing my erection against her hip bone while savoring the way her walls clasped onto me, doing their best to keep me inside. I twisted my wrist so that my first and second fingers were inside her, and my thumb rested against her asshole. “The thing is, Willa, you’re never going to learn if I do all the work. It’s like that give-a-man or teach-a-man saying about fish. Give a woman an orgasm”—I curled my fingers inward, notching them against that spot that drove her wild—“and you keep her sated for a day. Teach a woman how to own her pleasure, and you’ll receive a lifetime of good sex karma.”

“Please don’t take away your fingers. I’ll beg if that’s what you want—pride’s overrated if it means foregoing sexual pleasure.”

“We’re not quite to the begging portion of the evening.” Keeping my hand in place, I lowered my lips to her ass, dropped a hot, open-mouthed kiss there, and then dug my teeth into her flesh. She bucked her hips, liquid gratification spilling out and coating my hand. “The more you interrupt, the longer you’ll have to wait.”

A squeaked protest spilled from her lips, but she clamped it down as tightly as her cunt gripped my fingers.

“I want you to fuck my fingers. You get to control the speed and angle, and figure out what works best for you.”

“I don’t think I can get there that way.”

“That’s your problem,” I said. “Too much thinking.”

“But how’s that fun for you? I’m also sure you need to get home so you can prepare for Monday morning, and I’ll feel bad if it takes me a long time.”

“That sounds an awful lot like thinking. Don’t worry about me. I get to watch this luscious ass of yours bob up and down. Once you get yourself off…” I readjusted, pushing my rock-hard arousal against her inner thigh. “I’ll give you this big, thick cock as a reward.”

The only downside to this position was I couldn’t see her expression. But she tucked her knees under her, using them so she could gain more leverage, and then she began to bounce up and down. Once again, I curled my fingers slightly to hit that spot she loved, estimating where it’d be from this angle.

Willa’s loud keen confirmed I’d found it. “Yes, yes, yes. God, yes.”

With each bounce and circle of her hips, she found the right depth and rhythm, and I watched in awe as her entire body tensed, the vise grip of her pussy squeezing so tight I might not have circulation in my fingers for days.

A small price to pay to see her so uninhibited as she explored another side of her sexuality. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re close, aren’t you?”

“So close. I’m just not sure… what more… But what if?—?”

I snaked my arm around her waist, tugging her onto my lap, my hand still in place, and kissed her neck, inhaling the scent of her as I dragged my nose up the column and found my way to her lips. My tongue delved inside her mouth, and little tremors began shivering through her body, faster and faster.

“You know what you need to say in order for me to allow you to come.”

She squeezed her thighs together, as though she thought she was strong enough to resist my instructions and hold me in place. But the second I challenged her obstinacy by beginning to withdraw my fingers, she let her head fall back on my shoulder, as much as her restraints allowed. “You’re the master of my body and my orgasms and whatever-else-you-want-to-be. I’m all yours.”

At long last, she’d learned her lesson, and I could hardly wait to be buried inside of her. But first things first… I moved my thumb to her clit, and she cried out my name as she rocketed against my touch and rode out her orgasm for several long, quivering seconds.

As she drifted back down to earth, she sank into my embrace, our skin damp with perspiration, the time we’d spent together tonight intense enough the air hung heavy with it.

Curling her into my body, I carefully leaned forward, undid the knot in the tie, and massaged her hands, recirculating her blood flow and mine at the same time.

Then I rolled on a condom and gave her my cock as promised.

This woman was mine, even if she didn’t know it yet. I planned on wrecking her sexually, until she was ruined for all other men and would come crawling back to me at the end of the day, every time, no matter what else happened.

The Neanderthal thought surprised me, not because I’d had it, but with how right it sounded. But I quickly assured myself that was just the sex talking. Nothing to think too hard about anyway.

Shoving it aside, I focused on our mutual pleasure and gave myself over to it, only dragging my tired ass home after the both of us tumbled over the edge.