Chapter 14 #2
“Take off everything, and lie facedown with a pile of pillows under your belly. Ass in the air, legs spread, forehead on the mattress. You’ll stay in that position, waiting.”
She stiffened, her body both agitated and excited. “What are you going to do?”
He turned her to face him. He’d loosened his expensive silver tie earlier and unbuttoned his top shirt button. Now he slid the tie off. “The next time you ask a question instead of doing what you’re told, this tie goes in your mouth and stays there until I replace it with my cock.”
“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“I doubt that,” he said coolly. “What happened to your plan to be good? So far, not seeing it.”
She pursed her lips. “You’re very mean sometimes, Dean.”
He smiled. “I am. If you remember that, I bet the next time I give you a gift you won’t sneak off to return a necklace I was looking forward to seeing you wear.”
“No, I won’t,” she said. “From now on I’ll keep everything.
And when we break up, I’ll have a fortune in jewelry and you’ll be destitute.
” She had no idea why she was goading him.
It was insane. He would so clearly have the upper hand soon.
It had to be those stupid lemon martinis!
He’d probably let her drink them on purpose. So she’d get into more trouble.
He continued to smile, but there was a very dangerous dark look in his eyes, like he was the wolf from his team logo and she was a bunny who’d said his teeth weren’t sharp.
“If I did end up broke, which I won’t, do you think I’d mind? When I’ll have so many memories of nights like tonight? Worth it,” he said coolly, causing a storm of butterflies in her stomach.
“But what are you going to do? Exactly?”
He shook his head. “That was a question,” he said, rolling his tie into a soft coil. “Open that beautiful mouth.”
She gave him a mutinous look, but when he stood there, staring at her with such a hard expression, she caved. She opened her mouth, and he pushed the fabric inside. The gorgeous silver and black silk tie she’d admired all night was now an instrument to gag and punish her.
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “That’s the best use I’ve ever made of that tie.” He brushed the hair back from her forehead and kissed it. “The longer you stall, sweetheart, the harder I’ll make things. The smart thing would be to do what I told you to do. Right now.”
She swallowed, biting down on the tie, hoping to ruin it with teeth marks, but nodding at him so he wouldn’t know that inwardly she was still fighting.
She went to the door and put on the Do Not Disturb sign.
She closed the door and used the bar lock to secure it.
Then she turned off all but one of the bedside lamps.
With nothing practical left to attend to, she stripped.
She didn’t look in the direction of the bathroom.
The door was still open, but the water was running.
Was he washing his hands? Brushing his teeth? Why did she even care?
She stacked the pillows and arranged herself on them, folding two in half and rearranging them until she was supported.
When she lowered her chest and head, she immediately felt a change come over her.
There was nothing to distract her. There was no way to distance herself from the utterly submissive position.
Her large white rump was naked and raised. With her knees spread and back arched, she’d be open and exposed, her sex, pink and already creaming for him, on display. She swallowed again. Was this the punishment? The waiting? It felt like it.
She’d been nervous that he might be thinking of entering her rear with his cock. He’d made an offhand remark one night that there were ways of punishing her by using or stretching her there.
A different night, when he’d put his fingers inside her bottom hole during sex, she’d admitted that she wondered if she could take more than that.
And he’d said, “Let’s see.” She’d immediately tried to backtrack, but he, of course, hadn’t let her.
He’d promised just to put in the crown and take it out.
He’d used a lot of silky lubricant on the condom and on her.
She’d resisted a little at first, but she’d finally submitted.
She’d liked the way he’d praised her for obeying him when he told her to relax.
His entry into her backside hadn’t hurt, but it was devastating all the same, strange and uncomfortable.
It was something she’d never let anyone else do to her.
Something she’d sworn to herself that she wouldn’t ever do.
It made her feel like a slut to let him put his prick inside her there.
She’d hyperventilated and made herself dizzy, even though Dean had probably only been inside her for thirty seconds or a minute before he’d withdrawn as promised.
When he’d tried to ask her questions about what she’d felt, she’d remained stubbornly mute.
He’d shrugged it off and had gotten back to the business at hand, which had been to rid himself of the condom and lube and to screw her halfway up the mattress until she came.
She’d dug her nails into his shoulders and clung to his lower body by wrapping her legs around him like a python, trying to forget all about the deviant behavior she kept falling into.
Tonight she knew he couldn’t do very much. They were in the hotel. He wouldn’t have the lubricant. It was still in her medicine cabinet at home. She’d checked just before she’d left. And he’d said lube was necessary.
He wasn’t planning to spank her hard either, so she wouldn’t have to worry about crying loudly enough for anyone to overhear.
She just had to get through the waiting. It was chilly and embarrassing to be in her current position, but she could handle it.
When he came out of the bathroom he turned on two more lights. She grimaced, but didn’t make a sound. She was going to act like she didn’t care. She would be calm and well behaved.
It had been a little ungrateful and sneaky of her to return that necklace, even though she’d done it for what she still considered the right reasons.
She was sorry if she’d made him look bad at a store that he might patronize again, but this stunt of making her pose with her butt in the air was every bit as humiliating.
More so. Especially since he’d turned on ESPN and was walking around the room like she wasn’t even there…
as if she was an object. Like his suitcase or his briefcase.
There for the taking whenever he wanted her.
She chewed on the tie. He would never be able to wear it again. She would make sure of that. She sucked in a breath when he had the audacity to make a phone call while standing right next to the bed.
“Got your voicemail. What’s up?” He paused.
“Obviously not or I wouldn’t be calling you back.
” He paused again, sitting on the bed. “No, not tonight.” Dean turned his torso and glanced down.
For a moment she met his eyes, then she looked away, lowering her lids.
She could not make eye contact. It was too much.
“You know better than that. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Hey, do me a favor. Do a room check on our mechanical marvel. Make sure he’s not offsite.” He paused. “No, he’s the only one you need to check. If he’s in his room, so are the rest of them.”
Dean’s hand cupped her breast which hung down to brush the covers. Her nipple tightened immediately, and he rubbed his calloused palm over it.
“No, I know he wouldn’t go out to drink, but there are a lot of bars with peep shows and girls on the street.
” Dean withdrew his hand, her breast still tingling from his touch.
“No, but I don’t want him up all night. I’ll talk to you in morning.
What’s that?” He paused. “Well, that’s the advantage of being a coach, not a player.
See you.” Dean ended the call and tossed the phone in a drawer and closed it.
He turned, and from the corner of her eye, she watched him unbutton his shirt and remove it. All his mouth-watering muscles were just out of reach.
“Every guy in the Wolf organization is jealous of me tonight because they watched you walk across a marble floor and bend over to toss something into the trash.” He ran a finger over the back of her shoulder and up her side to her raised hip.
“If they had any idea that I had you on your knees, naked, with your ass in the air, strawberries and cream between your spread thighs waiting for me to take a lick…I doubt I’d be able to hold them off with a cold stare.
” He pressed a thumb against a sore spot on her bottom where she must have a bruise.
She moved slightly, closing her eyes, feeling so swamped with feeling and sensations that she didn’t trust herself to even look at him.
“What we do is just between us. It’ll only ever be between us.
But you are the stuff that fantasies are made of.
I can’t turn that off, not even for myself.
When I saw you walking toward me tonight, it took everything I had not to bring you right back up here.
We almost didn’t go to dinner. Because I already knew there was nothing on any menu as appetizing as you.
I got through the meal because I knew what I’d be having for dessert.
” He bent and bit her on the butt, then sucked her flesh into his mouth.
She squirmed because it hurt and felt good.
Like so many things he did to her. When he released her from the suction of his mouth, he blew on the spot that burned.
“You’re being really good, Meghan. I bet you’re starting to ache from staying in one spot on your knees. You just look so good like that, I have to leave you there a little longer. I think though, I should take your mind off your punishment. Want me to do that?”
She nodded without opening her eyes.
The mattress sprang up when he rose. A moment later, it dipped again.
He was directly behind her. She grimaced because she felt again like a bit of a whore.
He put a hand on the back of each of her ankles and pressed them down, pinning her legs.
Then his tongue slid between her lower lips.
She arched her back, pushing toward his mouth.
He licked and sucked and penetrated her with his tongue. She quickly became frantic for deeper penetration and to come. She moaned against the tie gag, her mouth tasting of fabric.
Dean took his magic mouth away, and she whimpered a muted protest.
“Be patient,” he said. “You don’t get to have everything you want exactly when you want it. You’re still being punished.”
She opened her eyes and watched him finish undressing. When he was nude, he walked to where his suit coat hung over a chair and reached into the pocket. He tossed what looked like yellow Starburst candies onto the bed. Then he went into his duffle and his hand emerged with an unmistakable wrapper.
He tore it open and rolled the condom over his erection.
She froze for a moment then turned her head sharply.
Why candy? No, they were shaped wrong and not bright enough.
She stiffened. Oh my God. Foil-wrapped pats of butter.
He’d pocketed them from the table at the restaurant. She spit out the tie.
“Dean?”
“What?”
“I’m—what are you thinking?”
“Don’t raise your shoulders. Put your head back down.”
“I will. Just please promise you won’t do what I think—”
“I won’t hurt you.”
“It’s not that, not exactly.”
“What is it then?”
“I just don’t want you to.”
“Tell me why,” he said, opening a foil packet and rubbing the butter along the length of his shaft.
“Can you please stop doing that?”
“No,” he said, licking some melted butter off his finger. “But I’m listening. Talk to me.”
“It’ll make me feel bad.”
“Because?”
“I feel like…I can’t really explain it.”
“Hmmm. Well, you think about it.”
“Okay,” she said, relaxing until he picked up another rectangle of butter. “Wait!”
“I want every bit of you to belong to me.”
“Do you want me to feel horrible?”
“No, this is about you giving yourself to me in whatever way I want you to.”
Her eyes stung with tears. “Maybe there are some things I can’t do.”
“Undoubtedly, but I don’t think this is one of them. Is it?”
She couldn’t answer. She was scared that if she let him do this to her, she might never feel the same. He must have spotted the sincere fear in her expression because he stopped moving, then waved for her to get up.
She rose onto her knees and turned, her legs shaky.
“Come here.”
She moved into his arms, and he held her against him. Inexplicably, she started to cry.
“Okay,” he said, smoothing her hair and rubbing her back. “Hey, everything’s okay. We’re done for the night. Don’t cry.” He kissed the side of her face and held her tighter. He took a deep breath, his big chest expanding against her.
He started to release her, but she held on.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Get in bed.”
“You’re coming?”
“Yeah, of course. Let me get rid of this condom.”
It took her a moment to let go of him, then she turned and immediately got under the covers, closing her eyes tightly.
She felt miserable, which was ridiculous.
She hadn’t wanted to have that kind of sex with him, and he’d stopped.
It was a good thing. And yet, she felt horrible.
Probably more horrible than if she’d let him do what he’d wanted to do.
The room got darker, and then he was in bed with her.
“Can we still do something else?” she whispered through her tears which had started falling again.
“Why?” he asked, pulling her to him.
“I want to feel close to you.”
“Oh, sweetheart, there’s no one in the world closer to me.”
“But you’re disappointed,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I don’t want you to be.”
“And that makes me the luckiest man in the world. I’ve pushed you so far, so fast. I’d rather slow down than go too far and risk losing you.”
His saying things like that was exactly why she’d fallen in love with him. And why she felt bad for not giving in and letting him take her whatever way he wanted when she’d had the chance.
She tried to muffle her crying, but couldn’t. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. Things got intense.”
“But I’m the one who got what I said I wanted. You’re the one who didn’t. I have no right to be crying,” she said fiercely.
“Well, if you’re waiting for me to cry, you’ll have a long wait.”
She laughed softly, then tried to relax her muscles, which were still shaking. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s all right. Go to sleep now.”