Chapter 2
JOHN
What the fuck am I doing? I don’t fuck subs. That’s rule number one.
Well, technically I didn’t fuck her with my dick.
No, you just tongue-fucked her until she came all over your face while you came in your pants like a goddamn needy fuck, jackass.
I was supposed to touch her, maybe make her come. Just one session to show her that she could enjoy the touch of a man. But I lost control.
I never lose control.
The minute the words “Please, sir” fell from her perfect lips, I knew I was fucked.
And now I’m between her legs with a mess in my pants as she comes down from the high of her orgasm.
I stare up at her wondering how I’m going to walk away from this.
My eyes track a bead of sweat as it makes its way down the valley between her breasts, gliding along her smooth skin as it trails a path down her flat stomach.
I arch up and swipe at it with my tongue before it reaches her navel.
Goosebumps break out across her abdomen at my touch, and my cock jumps, delighted to have this effect on her.
Then I put my mask back in place and crawl out from under her.
I need to get it together. I’m the dom. I’m in charge of the scene. She has given her control over to me, and I need to remember that.
Hovering close to her ear, I’m tempted to bury my hand in her hair and pull her mouth to mine, but since touch is a trigger for her, I restrain myself.
“Such a good pet. You came so beautifully for me.” Her pants slow as her head turns toward mine. “Don’t move. It’d be a shame to punish you now.”
Grabbing what I need from the drawer to clean her up, and changing into a fresh pair of boxers and pants for myself, I gravitate back to her, telling her what I’m about to do, where I’m about to touch before I proceed.
Once she’s clean, I release her from the restraints and slowly dress her, keeping her blindfold in place.
“Is the scene over? Can I take this off?” she asks, reaching for the blindfold. I grab her wrist and hold it in place, gently removing the blindfold for her. She blinks several times, her long eyelashes fluttering, casting a spell on me, testing my restraint.
Her eyes peruse my body, and I see the moment she reaches my pants. They were black when we walked in, but I’m in jeans now. It’s cute how her brows knit slightly, and her mouth drops open, before she closes it, clearly deciding against saying anything.
I cross my arms over my chest, and her pupils dilate as she stares at my biceps and pecs.
I watch as she takes in all the ink there, and I’d love to know the thoughts swirling through her head as a hundred microexpressions cross her face.
Fuck if it doesn’t do something to my ego seeing the lust on this beautiful woman’s face when she stares at me.
This can’t happen again. She’s way too young. I’ve got to be at least ten years older than her. She is way too inexperienced in the lifestyle, hell, in general. But fuck if I don’t have the sudden urge to explore a corruption kink. Blame it on the religious upbringing.
This was not the plan. I was supposed to help tame a brat, but she’s not really a brat.
She’s clearly a sub with more than just an aversion to touch.
She’s got these big brown eyes that look like an innocent doe, but track every inch of my body.
Light brown hair that can’t decide if it’s dirty blonde or brown, that I want to gather in my fist and tug when I fill her from behind.
And those motherfucking piercings that hint that she’s not as innocent as she seems.
“Follow me,” I say, breaking the spell as she shakes her head slightly, raising her eyebrows as she tries to clear her thoughts.
I open the door and motion her into the hallway, following behind as she walks toward Alyx’s room. I want to touch her, pull her back into my room, claim her with my hands, my mouth, and my cock. I am a weak, weak man. Instead, my hand grazes the small of her back, and she flinches slightly. Fuck.
“What was that?” I demand as she stops in her tracks, refusing to turn around and face me.
“I don’t know,” she squeaks out meekly as I circle around, stopping in front of her.
“You flinched.”
“Did I?” she says, feigning innocence, but her fingers twitch.
I don’t have time for this. If she’s not going to tell me, that’s fine.
We’re steps away from Alyx’s room, steps away from her no longer being my problem.
I arch my neck from side to side, cracking it to relieve my frustration.
If she were actually my sub, she wouldn’t be allowed to keep secrets from me.
All of a sudden, she drops to the floor, covering her head with her hands, making herself as small as she can as she cowers in my presence. “Einstein!” she cries as her breathing picks up and her petite body starts rocking back and forth.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, pet. It’s okay,” I soothe, crouching in front of her. “You’re safe.”
I make a show of grabbing my knees with my hands, worried it was my touch that set her off. What the fuck happened? She was fine in my room, leaning into my touch, begging me to fill her. What changed?
“I’m going to touch you, pet, okay?” I say, showing her my palms and slowly lowering my hands to her body. Her eyes are glassy, and it looks like she’s looking through me, not at me. “You’re going to be okay. I’m going to carry you to Alyx’s room.”
As delicately as possible, I scoop her into my arms and move quickly down the hall. Using the toe of my boot, I bang on the door, and Alyx throws it open with a look of irritation before he sees Emma in my arms.
“What the fuck?” Alyx asks as I push past him, gently setting her on the bed.
“We had a successful scene, and I was escorting her back to your room. She flinched when I touched her back, and when I pressed her about it, she used her safe word and dropped to the ground.”
“Why are you wearing different pants?” His eyes widen. “Did you fuck her? You weren’t supposed to fuck her. This is my best friend’s little sister. He’ll kill me if I let anything happen to her.”
“Relax, I didn’t fuck her,” I assure him standing from the bed and crossing my arms. I easily have a few inches on him, and even though he can’t see it through the mask, I glare down at him.
“Chill, Zade, you don’t have to get all Daddy Dom on me.”
“Zade?”
“It’s a book about— you know what, never mind,” he says, pushing past me to check on Emma. “Em, you okay? Talk to me, sis,” he says, gently stroking her spine as she curls onto her side, facing away from him so he can continue the gesture.
I’m hit with a confusing wave of jealousy watching him comfort her, and I shake my head to clear it away. I need to get out of here. “You good with her?” I ask, backing toward the door.
“Yeah, man,” Alyx says without looking at me.
“Wait,” a small voice rasps. I’m next to her in two strides, kneeling at the foot of the bed as her tiny frame faces me at eye level.
“What is it, pet?” I ask quietly, fighting the urge to push the hair on her cheek behind her ear.
“I need to see you again,” she pleads, locking those doe eyes on me, and even though my mask is tinted and she can’t see in, I swear she’s looking right into my soul.
“Don’t know if that’s the best idea…” Alyx starts, but she cuts him off.
“Please, I need to see you again. I need you.”
It’s clear she could use my guidance, and I was naive to think that one session would be enough.
But it has to be enough—she is a risk I cannot afford to make.
She’s someone who will make me break all my rules.
The kind of woman that men start wars over, like Helen of Troy.
And suddenly I want to abandon everything to protect her.
Something about her triggers my hero complex, and I have an overwhelming desire to help her and protect her, but from what, I can’t be sure.
I should walk away. I have way too many fucking problems that I can’t afford to drag her into.
“Please, sir. I need your help,” she begs as a single tear glides down her slender nose, pausing on the tip, before dropping onto the black comforter.
My mind flashes to the last time a woman said those words to me. I couldn’t deny her, and I know I won’t deny Emma.
Her small hand reaches toward me, and I take it, bringing it up to my mask as if I’m able to kiss it. All I can do is offer her a small nod in response.
She deserves a lot more than I can offer her, but just like I always do, I’m going to help her anyway.