Chapter Two #3
that. He could handle pain. Sometimes he trusted it far more than he did
pleasure. But there was an enormous amount of pleasure in watching her beg.
“Please, what?” He stood over her, staring down. She was
stunningly beautiful and oddly innocent looking despite the fact that she wore
nothing but her own skin and a pair of fuck-me heels. There was an innocence
about her that nothing would peel from her soul.
He also knew that innocence could be weaponized.
“Please let me go,” she said, playing her part to
perfection.
She was good. There were tears in her eyes and a tremble to
her lips that reached out for a soft side he thought he’d banished years
before. She looked so devastated that he had to ask. “What’s your safe word? We
didn’t talk about it. I need to know it.”
Her whole face changed, a grin pulling her lips up. “It’s
red, but I’m not red, Sir. I’m happy. This is fun.”
He reached up and gently wiped a tear from her cheek.
“You’re very good at role-play.”
Her smile faltered. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. And
the tears are real. You don’t hold back. I appreciate that. I needed the cry. I
didn’t realize how much I’d been holding everything in. I feel better.”
He stared at her for a moment, trying to see past her
beauty, past that teasing spirit that both pulled at him and repelled him.
She tugged at her hands. “If you’re done, Sir, then I will
go.”
Done? What the bloody hell was he doing? There was a
gorgeous woman tied up and naked, and he’d had her for a moment. Then all his
past came in to ruin everything again. “I’m not done. I’m unsure how to
continue. I haven’t role-played before.”
For a moment, she looked like she would argue with him. “Now
would be an excellent time to offer me grace if I would submit to you. I think
you should play the good cop for a while and see where it takes you. But
seriously, Sir, I am well satisfied. If you want to…”
He gripped her waist and dragged her close to him, not
caring that she was off balance now. He would keep her there. For tonight, she
was his, and he wasn’t going to be the sad sack whose wife only married him
because his brother got her pregnant and then left. He wasn’t the moron who
didn’t see it happening all over again.
“Don’t think I’m allowing you to leave until I get what I
want,” he rasped against her ear and was surprised that he meant the words. Not
that he wouldn’t let her go the minute she said her safe word, but he didn’t
want that word coming out of her mouth. He really didn’t.
He let go. He sank into his role.
Her head tipped back, and she was firmly in her role again.
“I don’t know the information, Sir. I was only doing my job.”
He stepped away. She wanted a good cop. He stared at her for
a moment, taking in her curvy body. She was fucking gorgeous. Her face was
sweet and innocent and her body was built for sin, with round hips and breasts
that would overflow his hands. Her ass was a thing of beauty. There wasn’t a
part of her that wasn’t perfection in his head. Oh, he was well aware that many
people in society would think she was too big, but he wasn’t one of them. She
was perfect for him. Solid, and he wouldn’t worry he was smothering her in bed.
Do you have to be so rough?
No. He shoved the thought of his ex-wife from his brain.
He wasn’t Andrea’s idiot here. He was Viv’s top, and he was
going to give her what she needed.
He reached out and cupped a breast, satisfied by the way her
whole body tensed. She wasn’t sure if he was coming at her with discipline or
tenderness. Pain or pleasure. For a woman like Viv it was a high, and he could
see it in the way her eyes went slightly glossy. He palmed her breast, feeling
the nipple harden against his hand.
Her voice came out breathy and desperate. “What are you
doing? Please, Sir, I’m a virgin.”
He snorted, breaking character.
She frowned. “Do I not look like a virgin?”
For the first time in forever he felt genuine amusement. She
wasn’t embarrassed. She was vexed. And cute. She was rather adorable. “You look
like the sexiest fertility goddess I could imagine, so no, love, you don’t look
like a virgin, but then I never valued virginity.”
She arched her back, sending her breast swelling against his
palm. “I’ll accept that, but for the role-play I have never had a man before. I
am untouched.”
But he was touching her right now, and every word she said
sent images through his head. Dirty, filthy images of locking her away and
perhaps chaining her to his bed. He could hoard her like gold and never let
another man look at her again.
She brought out his basest instincts. Or perhaps the ones he
had learned the best.
He leaned in. “You won’t be when I’m through with you.
You’ll take my cock in every place it will fit. You’ll wrap your mouth around
it and spread your legs for it and offer me that tiny hole in your backside as
my playground.”
“Unless I tell you what I know?” she asked, every word
shaky.
“I think we’re past that now, love. You’ll tell me what I
want eventually. Either because you’ll be desperate to stop me from fucking you
or desperate for me to continue. I think it will be fun to find out which. How
do you like a flogger, little virgin? Or has no one ever taken one to your
lovely skin?”
“I don’t think I’ll like it,” she said in that breathy tone
he’d already come to associate with her style of play. It told him she liked it
quite a bit.
If this woman was afraid, she would stop the play
immediately.
So he flogged her. The deerskin falls were soft, and he
ensured they hit her back and ass and thighs in a way that would feel almost
like a massage. After a while she relaxed, and he worried she was lost in
subspace. He wanted her here with him. He gave her nipple a tweak that had her
squirming.
“Am I not rough enough? Are you falling asleep on me?”
She shook her head, but her cheeks were a soft pink and her
eyes sleepy. “No, Sir. I’m awake.”
“Tell me again what you were doing tonight.”
She bit her bottom lip. “I was working. I was cleaning the
executive suite. The prime minister’s laptop was shockingly dusty.”
Little brat. It was funny how the word didn’t seem like an
insult right now. It seemed a bit closer to where he was in the beginning of
his D/s life. When it was fun and consensual and he made friends at the club
who didn’t judge him. When a brat was trying to get more of his attention
because she liked him.
Dangerous thoughts, but he was going with it tonight.
“What did you use to clean it?”
She frowned, off balance in another way. He liked both. “I…I
used a cloth and cleaning supplies.”
He took her chin in his hands, and his body pulsed with
excitement. “I think you can do better than that. I think a smart, young woman
like you can clean a filthy thing with nothing but her mouth.”
For a moment her eyes flared with something like panic, and
he nearly broke down laughing. It was clear she thought he was running some
humiliation play and was going to demand she lick the floor clean, but he had
other ideas.
He didn’t quite manage to keep his authoritative frown
going, but he was pleased with the commanding tone of his voice. “It’s clear I
can’t get you to tell me the truth, but you’re useful for something else,
aren’t you?”
She winced slightly. “I am good at cleaning, Sir.”
It was the first time he’d seen her anything but completely
confident. Even when she was playing the frightened virgin, there was a core to
Viv that let him know she was solid. She was either a deeply privileged woman
with the kind of family that would never toss her out in the streets or use her
for cash, or she was playing games with him.
He reached up and brought her hands over the hook. He
unbound them quickly and stepped back, his hand going to the ties on his
leathers.
The look of relief on her face was comical.
“You would rather suck my cock than clean the floor?” he
asked, already knowing her answer. But he wanted to hear it from her mouth, in
her words and that sweet breathless tone she got when she was getting aroused.
Her grin did something to him. “Yes, Sir. So much more.” And
then she was back to her role, her bottom lip trembling. “I’ve never…”
He gripped the nape of her neck, tightening his hand
slightly. Just enough that he knew she could feel it, knew he was bigger and
stronger and could force her to do his will. He wouldn’t, but that was part of
the fantasy for her. For him… Yes, the fantasy was control, that he had any. “I
think you’ll figure it out and fast, Viv. I don’t think you’ll like what
happens if I’m displeased. On your knees. That’s the proper position for you.”
She sank to her knees with a charming plop. It did more for
him than her earlier perfection had. There was an eagerness to her that fed his
long-starved ego. She sat back and looked up at him, her hair flowing around
her shoulders. “I have never seen a man before.”
Sure, she hadn’t. Again, he wanted to chuckle because she
amused him. How long had it been since he was genuinely amused by a woman? By
anyone. “Well, you shouldn’t wait then. Undo my leathers.”
Her hands came up and she untwisted the ties of his
leathers, a fine tremble coming over her. He wasn’t sure if that was an
affectation or pure excitement. He wanted it to be the latter. Then he didn’t
want anything but her soft palm caressing his cock.
His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at the feel.
He’d had sex since the divorce. He’d had D/s sex, but it was perfunctory. The
discipline was foreplay, and everything was agreed to beforehand with a
contract. Penis in vagina sex, with his partner on all fours in front of him.
That was his payment for the discipline. It fulfilled his base needs but always
left him feeling hollow.
This didn’t feel hollow. This felt like something was
opening inside him, a door he thought he’d closed and bolted shut.
“Is this right?” She leaned forward and pressed a gentle
kiss to the tip of his cock.
He bit back a groan. “Yes, but you’ve only just started.
Make sure you get every centimeter. I want it clean.”