Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Romily didn’t know what to do with herself for the rest of the ride home.
When Zachary got back to the marina and parked in his usual spot, she had the very strong urge to fling open her door and run for it.
But she suspected that he would catch her. Not only that, it wasn’t like anyone would intervene. Not in this neighborhood.
Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene. She wasn’t sure she had that in her.
They walked across the lot towards the gym and he glanced down at her, looking as forbidding as he had way back at the beginning—it seemed like a lifetime ago now.
“I would’ve bet the whole gym on you bolting,” he said.
She made an offended sort of sound. “I’m not going to run.” But this was Zachary and it wasn’t his fault that she was… not at all who he thought she was. “Though it’s true that I thought about it.”
“Thank you for your honesty,” he said, very politely.
Too politely.
They walked down that alley together, in silence, while the usual sounds of a Saturday mid-morning on the Oakland waterfront swirled all around them. Then past the entrance to the gym and upstairs, just as quietly.
It was nerve-racking.
He led her inside and she expected him to start something. To raise his voice a little, maybe. Press his case. Because didn’t the truth of men always come out, sooner or later? Hadn’t Joseph told her that men only pretended to give a shit about women and their feelings?—
But Joseph wasn’t here.
And Zachary sure as hell wasn’t Joseph.
All he did was come over to her, pull her into his arms, and kiss her.
And oh, how this man could kiss.
Every slide of his tongue against hers was a revelation. It was always dirty. It was always profoundly carnal, but this time he didn’t take it deeper. He didn’t slide his hand down between her legs when they both knew she was already wet.
He just kissed her and kissed her as if that was the only thing he could think of to do.
Until she was the one writhing against him.
“Say please,” he told her, his mouth against hers, his beard a sweet scratch against her skin. “Or I won’t consider giving you this cock. This magical, problem-solving cock.”
And she could only shudder, because maybe she’d been protesting too much in the car. His cock had certainly seemed to turn her life around. She wanted more.
She always wanted more.
“Please,” Romily begged him. Because everything made more sense when he was inside of her. Maybe this would make sense too. “Please, Zachary. Please, sir.”
He stepped back and smiled, his eyes stern. “Naked,” he told her. “On the bed. On all fours.”
Romily’s heart kicked at that. She practically ran across the apartment, though she knew better than to fling her clothes around as she went. Zachary was extremely neat and encouraged her to be, too. And his encouragements always did the trick.
She had goosebumps all over her arms and down her back as she went to the bedroom and took off her clothes.
She folded them neatly and put them away in her area, as he always demanded.
Encouraged, she corrected herself. Because encouragements came with pleasant consequences.
Straight demands for high standards that could only end in failure? Not so much.
Only when she was naked and everything was sorted did she go to the bed and climb to the center of it, where she got on all fours as he requested.
And then waited.
He came in and smoothed a hand down the length of her spine, slow and steady. Then curled his palm under to test her pussy. He found her the way they both knew that he would. Ripe. Hot. Already melting.
Then he set about chaining her to that imposing headboard, one hand and then the other.
He didn’t speak. She found herself trembling the way she always did at the beginning of these scenes. It started deep inside of her and as it grew it became less of a tremble and more of that electric current.
Zachary was walking around the bed, studying her.
He added a blindfold. He liked her to sleep in one and she’d discovered she like it too.
She slept so deeply now. The nightmares didn’t dare venture close when Zachary was beside her.
He usually woke her up by thrusting himself as deep inside her as he could, where it always took her body a moment to respond.
They both liked that little scrape of pain. How it woke her up into a shiver of reaction and delight, and how quickly it became that roaring inferno—the need that only grew between them.
Romily wasn’t sure how she’d lived without it.
She felt a cool bit of pressure on her asshole and realized it was his finger, at first. Then the cold caress of the lubricate he used, and he didn’t go sparingly.
That was a clue. She was slightly prepared when he slid one of the plugs he loved so much inside her, a big one this time. As big as he was, she thought.
She had to breathe hard and shift her hips around to try to come to terms with it.
The fact he let her do that—let her move and whine a little and shift her position to accommodate all that pressure and fullness—told her that he had a whole lot worse planned. That made a whole new set of goosebumps prickle to life all over her.
When she settled down some, she felt his weight move onto the bed. Then she felt the chains move a little bit until he was kneeling before her with his hands on her head, bringing her mouth to his cock.
He thrust in, deep.
As was always the way with this man, he didn’t wait for her to catch up. He expected that she would. He fucked her mouth until she did.
And it was work. There was that an enormous plug in her ass.
Her knees were shaking, and she had to figure out a way to hold herself up.
Because her hands were in those cuffs and while the chains were taut because of the way he’d angled himself, she had to figure out how to balance her arms in the air so she didn’t collapse?—
But no, she thought then. That wasn’t the lesson.
She was under no illusions that this wasn’t, in fact, one big lesson.
The lesson today was very clearly surrender.
And when she did, when she let go, it was like everything else shifted too. His cock was deep in her throat, and she’d trained for this. For months. It was a beautiful thing to be able to take him, to be able to let him hammer into her face in the wild way he so rarely allowed himself.
That she could give this to him made her whole body shake. Romily felt herself getting wetter and hotter, and her nipples actually hurt they were so hard.
Still he kept going, moving that an enormous cock even deeper into her throat. She felt when his hands moved to her hair and fisted there, and then almost felt as if she ascended to a different level entirely when he began to come, pouring himself down her throat.
She felt herself coming too though she should have fought to prevent it, her ass clenching hard on the plug, and the rest of her gone taut and needy. She couldn’t have stopped herself if her life depended on it.
He came and came and she gulped it all down, even as her own body shook.
Zachary pulled back and let her hang there with the chains stretched out. He smoothed his hand over her hair, her hot face flushed and pressed into his thigh.
“Lick me clean,” he told her.
Romily sought out his cock with her mouth, doing as he’d demanded. She licked up anything she could find, anything to get her mouth on him again.
She could feel herself stirring all over again and better still, him too.
Zachary moved again, leaving her with only another stroke of her hair. She stayed where she was, ass in the air and her face down on the mattress, her arms stretched out on either side and canted forward.
She tried to imagine the picture she made.
What he was looking at. But she knew that whatever angle he chose, he found this beautiful.
He found her beautiful. He had told her explicitly, and repeatedly, that there was nothing that could possibly occur between them as they brought these things out of each other that he wouldn’t find precious.
Then she wondered if this was the lesson too. If this time he needed her to believe .
He came back and she felt his hands on her again.
He tested that plug, and she moaned a bit as he played with it.
Then he reached between her legs and ran his fingers through all that molten heat he found there, finding her clit and pinching it though he would know perfectly well that she was oversensitive after coming.
Zachary confirmed that by laughing slightly when she jolted. Because they both knew that it was like a knife’s edge, what made her uncomfortable and what made her ache with yearning. And all he had to do —
But then he did it. He pinched her once more and this time, all she felt was heat.
He moved up her body, though he didn’t shift her body this time. He simply slid himself beneath her, his mouth fastening to one breast. Then the other. He went back and forth, and when she was actually sighing, pressing her breasts toward that wicked mouth of his, he pulled back.
Next she felt the pinch of clamps as he fastened those vicious little claw teeth to one nipple at a time.
And it was like she… panicked. Everything inside her was noise and sensation, pain and heat?—
“Breathe,” he told her.
She tried. She really tried.
But all he did was test the clamps to make sure they held—sending more electricity charging through her, and then he was moving again. He spread her legs apart even wider, then lifted her up.
Everything felt upside down, but then she realized that he was lying down on the bed and lowering her pussy directly onto his face.
So she was more or less sitting on his face while chained the bed, that plug in her ass and the nipple clamps still burning.
All Romily could do was make the strangest, most guttural noises. She could hardly tell where her own scalding heat ended and that clever, wicked mouth of his began.
He teased her and he taunted her. He brought her so close to the edge, so close that her hips moved of her own accord and the pain in her nipples was more like a guiding light, and she was right there ?—
And then he was gone.
“Romily,” he said, and now it seemed as if he was lying beside her, maybe. She couldn’t see him, though she suspected that even if she could, she wouldn’t be able to tell where she was anymore. His voice was everything. Dark and rich. “I think it’s time you told me about your marriage.”