Chapter 41
T he funny thing was, for as much as I spoke to Claire about how she had no idea what would soon hit her, as much as I warned her that things were about to get filthy hot in her place, I actually didn’t give her many details of what I had in mind.
See, I enjoyed normal sex as much as anyone. I could make a woman feel good, get enough to get me off, and have the energy for multiple rounds through the night. The idea that I had kinks was… true, but they weren’t necessary for me to have good sex.
But Claire had awakened a side of me that needed to not just control, but dominate. I was not just the lion in the jungle looking for my lionness. I was the head lion of the pack, and I was determined to make my statement.
I whispered into Claire’s ears about how she would have no control over anything that happened, daring to let my voice rise just above a whisper.
I enjoyed seeing her squirm at the prospect that other people might hear us.
There was just something so cute and so delightful about torturing her in this way, making her think I was going to expose her but actually carrying no risk.
Claire was, above all, safe with me.
But close behind that was a line of danger that I enjoyed pressing up against oh so much. I enjoyed carrying her to that spot even more.
By the time I got to the steps of her apartment, Claire could barely contain herself.
I had slid my hand by her crotch a couple of times—always taking care to not make it publicly obvious—and she was so wet, I was sure she was soaking through her panties.
Her hands were shaking as she reached for her keys, and I could practically hear her heart beating through her chest by her side.
When the door opened, it practically swung into the wall. She stepped inside, turned, and tried to kiss me.
But I pushed her away.
“Chance?”
I wore a devilish grin on my face. It wasn’t that I wanted to kiss her. It’s that I wanted to kiss her on my terms.
“That is not my name,” I said. “From now until I come, you will call me Master. Do you understand?”
The nervousness on Claire’s face got me so hard I could have plowed through a wall. I knew she trusted me, but she was definitely venturing into unchartered territory. Poor Claire was about to pop more than a few different kinds of cherries.
“Yes,” she said, her voice shaky and rising.
“Yes, what?” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said.
I chuckled shortly.
“Good,” she said.
Now I leaned in to kiss her. I started gently at first, as if I had just returned from a long hunt and needed my woman to show me some gentle, coming-down affection. She tried to reach for my crotch, but I slapped her hand away.
“On my terms, dear,” I said.
Oh, how this was getting her riled up. I could see how frustrating it was to feel out of control. I could see how she was so not used to this, and I could see how much self-control it took for her not to make a move.
Very good.
“Take your shirt and bra off,” I commanded.
She started to when I snapped my fingers, pausing her.
“You will acknowledge my commands,” I ordered. “Do I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, biting her lip.
“Good. Now, take off your shirt and bra.”
“Yes, Master.”
She did as ordered, standing as still as a statue when her bra fell to the floor.
She looked absolutely fucking perfect. Now it was my turn to fight the feeling of wanting to break the atmosphere.
Now I had to exert self-control not to just grab her and fuck her on the floor. I had to keep this game of power up.
I walked around her, admiring her every curve, her every feature, her every freckle and speck of beauty. Oh, Claire McLendon. You naughty little thing.
When I had completed one full circle, I grabbed her hand and led her to her room.
“Where—”
She shut her mouth before I had even turned around. I merely smiled at her—I didn’t need to say anything else. She was getting the rules; no need to make it redundant by repeating what I had already said.
I took her to the room and kissed her a little more aggressively this time, willingly biting her neck—although, I have to admit, I did not do this as much as I wanted to, given that she would have to show her face tomorrow.
She could have always chosen to let her hair down, but I was a lion in heat, not a sociopath looking to fuck someone. I still had respect for my lady.
I grabbed her hand and let her grab my crotch. I was too hard. I was so hard that it was uncomfortable to keep wearing jeans. It was of little matter, though—the good stuff would come soon.
I lifted her up, drawing a surprise yip, and placed her on the bed. I looked around and found what I needed—clothes in her drawer.
“Don’t move,” I ordered.
I grabbed three long sleeve shirts and brought them to her.
In an ideal world, I would have the actual material I wanted, but this would suffice for the time being.
The improvisation of it all, after all, was half of what made this encounter so hot.
If it didn’t technically work perfectly, who cared?
First, I grabbed her left wrist and tied it to the bed frame. Then, I took her right wrist and tied it to the other side of the bed frame. I grabbed the last shirt and paused.
“Tell me, my pretty,” I said. “What do you think is going to happen?”
Claire looked both so aroused and so nervous. I wanted desperately to know which one would win out. That, and I was honestly interested in knowing what she thought was going to happen.
“I don’t know, Master.”
“Hmm,” I said, followed by a throaty laugh. “Close your eyes.”
I waited until she did so and then wrapped the last shirt around her eyes, blindfolding her.
“From here on out, you are mine to play with,” I said. “You may squirm and move as need be, but you will not remove the blindfold or try to escape until we have both finished. Until that time, you are mine and mine alone, Claire McLendon. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent, you are a quick learner,” I said.
Honestly, I had no idea where this came from.
I hadn’t acted like this around Claire ever before, and not even Layla had brought out this side of me.
I’d gone down this road a couple of times before, but it had always been with girls I had known for some time.
This was a different animal, a different time, a different feeling.
Whatever Claire did to me, I liked it. I couldn’t get enough of it.
I started by brushing my fingers gently over her stomach and across her chest. I knew how much she was anticipating me fucking her like a wild animal, and the sensation of soft touch, gentle, almost feather-like grazing, and the sensuality of anticipation drove her even more mad than before.
The unpredictability of it all wrecked her, and I loved it.
I didn’t even have to touch her to get her to moan. I could just say her name, touch her, and then hover close, and she would start shaking nervously. Oh, Claire McLendon. You are something else.
After I had gently caressed her breasts and run my fingers through her pants, I took off her jeans, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
Here, I decided to pick up the pace. Instead of gentle touches, I went for the hard squeeze, the groping, and the aggressive fingering.
But even this moved at a pace not quite akin to what we had done last time.
When the touch came, it was rough—but it did not come as much as Claire’s body begged.
This was pretty damn fun.
Finally, with my teeth, I took her panties off.
I just let her wetness breath for a few seconds.
She shivered as if waiting for me to go down there, but I honestly just sat at the edge of the bed for what felt like a dozen seconds.
I was in no rush to get Claire off, most especially when me not doing anything was exactly what got Claire off.
Sensing I was approaching the point where doing nothing would go from unsolicited shaking to genuine impatience, I brushed my body on hers, taking care not to touch her there but ensuring she knew I was everywhere else.
I leaned forward and kissed her, pressing my groin into hers.
She wriggled with anticipation as she all but jammed her hips into mine.
Heavens, did she want this bad. And boy was I going to give it to her.
I stepped back, again letting the space between us serve as the catalyst for pushing her further. Instead of warming her up with my fingers, though, I went straight to my mouth, pressing my head in between her legs and licking her like the sweetest ice cream in the world.
That first gasp, that first moment when my tongue reached her clit, was so sharp that I almost got taken out of the moment, thinking that it was too much for her. It was sharp, loud, and followed by a tightening of her legs around my head.
But she recovered quickly, and I never fell out of my role as her Master. She was mine, and it was time for the master to show her how things got done.
For the next several minutes, I perfected the art of getting her right… close… up… near… orgasm but never quite allowing her to go over the edge. Several times, she cursed my name.
I just laughed. She wouldn’t be cursing my name when I finally decided she had had enough. She would be craving my presence and begging me to never leave when I did that.
After about the fifth time of pushing her to the edge, sure that any further would frustrate her and cause her to lose her patience, I took off my pants, my rock hard cock ready to blow, put on a condom, and got inside her.
She was so tight I saw no way I would last more than a couple of minutes. The warmth and tightness was about as much as I could have ever asked for. I had provided her the perfect oral sex, and now she was providing me the perfect pussy. I had given, and now I would take.
Hovering over her, my weight nearly all on her, I thrusted as I felt her tighten around me.
I wasn’t waiting for her to get near the edge, at least not for the purposes of teasing her again.
I was going for that special, elusive mutual orgasm.
If we didn’t both climax at the same time, well, I guess we’d have to do it all over again.
Claire’s arms forgot that she was to remain tied down, because they strained so much they looked like they would pop at any second. The thought she would destroy her shirts came to mind, but I didn’t care, I’d buy her new ones for all I could care.
Then I felt it.
The absolute rock hard stiffness that happened just seconds before climax.
And I felt her clit pulsating in the way that it did just seconds before her own orgasm.
It was going to happen. I lost all conscious thought. I just acted as the king of the jungle that I was, lording over my queen beneath me.
Our gasps, our cries, and our movements moved as one, the kind of thing that had never happened before for me. It was literally a perfect union in which everything we did was synchronized.
And when I finished, when I slowly came to, when I finished gasping, I did the same thing I had done at the start, and yet it felt so much more tender.
I kissed her.
“Oh, my God, Chance,” she said, barely breathing.
I pulled out with a groan, tossed the condom in the trash can, and then went to untie her. When I had her arms free and her eyes seeing, I just admired what I had done.
You’re getting wrapped up in it again, buddy.
She smiled at me.
“That was fucking great,” she said. “Oh my God. I don’t know what you did or what made you that way, but goddamn, Chance. That was magical.”
That snapped me out of my post-coitus daze, drawing a laugh as I tossed a shirt back at her.
“What are you, twelve?”
I don’t know why the word did this.
But when I said twelve, I was reminded of the fact that Sarah Hill had come back into my life.
I was reminded of the fact that Edwin Hunt had declared war on me and Morgan.
And I was reminded of the fear that Edwin, knowing our connection to Claire, had begun spreading false propaganda to spell the end of our business via the collapse of the startups we had invested in.
“I don’t know, but I feel better than when I went to Disney at that age,” she said sheepishly as she rolled off the bed.
I didn’t say anything, which I think Claire took as a sign of me maintaining some semblance of me being her Master. But I was just too wrapped up in my head. Everything that I had pushed to the side over the last half hour had come roaring back, and I knew that it was going to get ugly.
And I now had Claire dragged into this, for better or for worse.
“I need a shower,” she said, flicking sweat off of her. “Would you care to join?”
I wouldn’t escape the fears that came to mind for some time.
But for at least one night…
“Why not,” I said, smirking. “Beats being dirty like this.”