Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
Renee
Somewhere in the night, my hormones realized we were being held by an attractive man who was very interested in us if his erection last night was any indication. I squirmed in need of being sampled by Ezra as if I were on a chef’s tasting menu and I knew this was dangerous territory. When I rolled over to my side to get space to calm down, Ezra rolled my way, holding me from behind. My butt rested in his lap against his firm shaft. He wasn’t fully erect, but it was giving more than enough temptation to make me whimper in need. I closed my eyes tightly, needing to get myself under control.
Not yet. We can’t go there yet. Be cool and we can masturbate after he leaves. When the time is right…
Ezra pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around me directly beneath my breasts. His breath hit the side of my neck, raising the hairs there, and tingling the side of my ear.
Too much.
My clit throbbed, and I pressed my thighs closer together, but the sensation skyrocketed the heat inside to soaring heights. I hoped that he couldn’t feel the dampness through my panties because it was telling more than I needed it to. His hand snaked up between my breasts and held on to my neck. I relaxed against him and a stream of moans slipped free.
“How’s it feel to be the one teased now?” He spoke too closely to my ear.
Hot. Too damn hot.
I swallowed, daring not to say a single word.
“All night you’ve been putting your body all over me. Gripping, touching, nuzzling, and tempting me with all your softness. It’s time for a little taste of your own medicine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He rocked against me, hardness against softness, lines on curves, masculine energy controlling my feminine one, and dominance staking submission. Too into his control over me, I didn’t move away–taking whatever he gave. His hands cupped my breasts and tweaked both of my nipples. Soaked and powerless to do anything about it, I didn’t hide my responses from him. When he squeezed, pinching the tips of my nipples, I couldn’t control the spasm that wracked me.
“Not pain…” I pleaded.
“Not pain… or is it not enough?”
Before I could respond, he repeated his actions, holding the pinch longer and tighter. I whimpered nice and loud, knowing we were at the point of no return. I needed him inside me. Again, he tweaked and pinched. Even longer and harder this time. The edges of my mind short circuited, pulling me out of my body. Fuzziness threatened to pull me under it to smother me in bliss.
“Babygirl…” Ezra growled into my ear before his tongue teased the lobe and then he bit down and dragged his teeth along it, scathing the sensitive skin.
“Yes, Sir.” That was definitely me sounding needy.
“Seems like my plan backfired. You feel it?” He flexed his hips my way.
“No, Sir. I’d call that a win for us both that you’re so hard. I want it so bad…” I pleaded.
“Slow… remember?”
“Yes, fuck me slowly,” I whined.
Ezra chuckled and shook his head. “We don’t even know what the other likes. We haven’t discussed limits, wants, and needs.”
“No kids, animals, or feces. I love pain mixed with pleasure. I’m clean and on birth control until I’m ready to have children.”
“Renee…”
“I’m generous, loved to be tied up, marked, especially in places I can view later.”
“Renee…”
“Please, please, please don’t say no,” I huffed.
“Renee…”
I whimpered, feeling so damn helpless. “Yes, Sir.”
“No.”
I swallowed and clenched my eyes tighter.
“Not because I don’t want you. I do. Badly. No, because I simply said it.” He bit down on my shoulder and I swore I saw stars.
My body spasmed so intensely, I thought I came. Everything buzzed. My mind played tricks on me, confusing me so much I thought he was inside me. I’d pressed my butt into him so close that I felt his erection pressed against my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His voice was incredibly deep and commanding. “I think you soaked us both.”
His hand moved between us, and he hissed. “When’s the last time you were fucked by somebody other than yourself?”
“Over a year ago,” I admitted, unashamed.
“You’re going to wet my face up nicely.”
I gasped, and as he moved away to stand, I was frozen in place.
“Bathroom?”
“Through the door straight ahead.”
He disappeared inside, and I took the opportunity to check the damage. The inside of my thighs were wet, sticky, and hot–all proof I was heavily aroused. I slipped my fingers along the lips of my pussy and my eyes widened at how slick I was. My body wanted Ezra just as badly as my mind did. Taking signals and cues from one another, I was ready. He’d said no, though.
“You better not be,” he said from the doorway.
I jumped, caught off guard. “No, I was only checking on her .”
“And?” He leaned against the door frame.
“ She’s ready for entry and delivery.”
“Good. That’s how she’ll stay. Now, show me your closet. You have class today and I haven’t picked your outfit.”
I nodded. He was right. “Okay.” I stood up and led the way inside the closet.
“I like the setup.” He thumbed through the hangers, looking through everything. Then he pulled out three shirts, two skirts, and a pair of pants.
I sat with folded legs, leaning on my hand that propped up my head, and watched him work. He completed them with shoes and undergarments. Nothing about getting dressed would be left up to me.
“Does this include work, too?” I asked.
“Would you like it to?”
He looked down at me, and I knew it was so he could observe my reaction to his question.
“Please,” I admitted.
“Where are your uniforms?” he asked.
“Tan bin on the side. They aren’t uniforms given to me. More like just black pants and white shirts I have that I don’t mind alcohol and food components to be spilled on. That’s all.”
“Self-made. I get it.”
When he was finished, he walked toward me. Or should I say stalked? Nervously, I licked my lips, unable to hide how much it aroused me.
“See something you like?” he asked.
I did. He knew that, though. When he got to the edge of the bed, I crawled over to him as if summoned. His eyebrow arched, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I kissed his chest, up to his neck, sucking the spot right below his ear, along his jawline, and then wrapped my arms around his neck.
“The answer is still no,” he said.
“I know. I’m not trying to convince you.”
“Then–”
I nibbled his bottom lip and when he parted them both, I went in for the kiss. Ezra lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands palmed the underside of my butt, and he lifted me until we were at the same level. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth and caressing it with mine. Lost in the moment, we explored the grooves, both smooth planes and rigid as well as the soft and warm spaces of each other’s mouths. His lips were as pillowy as I thought, gentle, but firm. I could smell his arousal, heightened pheromones coming through his pores.
He gently laid me on the bed, following my mouth. His body remained between my legs, and he didn’t hesitate when he caressed my thighs, then spread them so he was flush against me. My hands massaged the back of his head and neck, but then they had a mind of their own–gripping and grabbing whatever I could reach. He moaned in my mouth–approval.
I pulled away to give us a little space, but I was right back to his lips. His hand came up to my throat and held me in place as he bruised my lips with his. Control taken. My hands dropped to the bed, each beside my head in surrender. There were no cuffs, but my hands were locked in place, and I had no desire to move them. I breathed in his scent, arousal, and the flavor of him. Drugged out of my mind with a dose of him, I didn’t stand a chance. It was his world, and I was a passenger on the ship as he explored. One hand on my throat, the other wherever he wanted it. He touched my breasts, stomach, thighs, butt, throat, arms… nothing prepared me for the single finger he ran down the crease of my pussy. The pressure was right, and she welcomed him with a warm and wet greeting. He tapped the space where my clit was until I was writhing in his arms. His hand that was around my throat tightened and his gentle taps changed to him thumping the bundle of nerves with firm flicks. I dug my hands into the sheets, trying to grab onto something as leverage to keep me from flying apart. Hard and fast flicks kept time, with the throbbing sensation building up to an explosion.
No air… pain… spasms. No air… pain… spasms…
“Don’t you dare come.” He let my throat free and withdrew his hand from between my legs, standing back from me.
I rolled to my side, closed my eyes, and focused on breathing. When I peeked to see if he was still watching me, he was. Eyes dark, chest heaving, hands flexing, lip curled, shoulders bunched. He was ready to strike, and I volunteered as tribute. He said no. He said… no. I went back to breathing, looking away from him, and walking my arousal backward.
“Submission on the deepest level, taking care of me because you want to, not because you have to, obedience, being open to me however and whenever I want. Enduring as much or as little pain as I want you to. Suffering for my pleasure. Orgasm denial and control. Mind fucks. Degradation. Humiliation. Privately, of course. What’s mine is fucking mine. Wearing my scent. Feminine energy.”
It took a second to catch on to what he was doing. The same as I had. Limits and boundaries.
“Able to make decisions for herself, but defers to me when I’m around. If Total Power Exchange means to you a master and slave situation, that’s not me. However, controlling decisions inside and most of the outside the bedroom or play time is. Negotiated, of course. Translation? As mine, you need to feel owned all the fucking time. That means being marked, babygirl.”
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
I rolled over on my stomach to crawl away. Not strong enough to stay so close to him and not have what I needed.
Ezra hissed. “She’s fucking hungry for me. Starved. Look at how wet your panties are. She’s a spoiled girl used to getting her goddamn way.”
Breathe.
I crawled more, but the bed felt like I was attempting to traverse through quicksand. Weak with need. Ezra leaned over me, pulled my panties up between my crack so that the globes of my butt were visible to him. He lifted me slightly as if to peruse me closely before he yanked me to the edge of the mattress and let go.
“Do it again.”
I crawled away and when I got past the center, he pulled me back.
“Again.”
We did this twice more before he spanked me on the right side. One solid, stinging blow that tore my willpower to shreds.
“Crawl.”
I tried, I really did. However, I was shaking so hard it was difficult to stay up, let alone crawl.
Two solid ones landed on the left, and I lost my composure. Close… so close.
“Crawl.”
I begged the gods for strength. I gave it all the energy I had. Then I was yanked back, and he alternated between the left and the right. One on the right. Two on the left. Back and forth until I was screaming for mercy. Not because the pain was too much. No. It was that damn orgasm threatening to knock me flat and cause me to disobey a direct order. I tried hard to crawl away, but he only pulled me back for more. Cat—mouse. Prey—predator. The succession sped up so quickly I felt my body submitting to his will while my mind fought to hold on.
“No, Sir!” I screamed at him. Then… I came hard.
“Look at her…” He ran his finger directly against my pussy…
Wait.
She was exposed. Somewhere between the crawling and pulling. I buried my face into the bed, ashamed that he could see everything!
“Today, as punishment, you’ll keep those panties on. No need to clean up down there. I like messy things.” He leaned over me. Something landed between the seam of my butt, and I turned my head to see saliva dripping from his mouth.
My eyes widened, and I felt dirty.
“All day.” He slid his tongue from the crease up my spine and then across my neck. Marking me with more of his saliva. “All fucking day.” He pulled my panties back in place and the soggy mess pressed against me.
“It’s time for me to go. We both have a long day.”
“We… do.”
Mine would be even longer, because I realized that every time I moved, I felt the moisture. It would keep me primed all day.
“Have a good day, babygirl.”
“You too, Sir.”
He got dressed, and it was impossible not to notice how hard he was. The front of his boxer briefs had a wet spot there, and I smiled, glad I wasn’t the only one affected. I walked him to the door and was gifted with a kiss. When he left, I looked around my apartment.
“I’ll never look at you the same,” I mumble to the environment. I couldn’t unsee him on the couch, my bed, the doorway of my closet, or at the front door.
And I didn’t want to. Not even in the slightest.