Chapter 30
Joseph
He couldn’t explain what had happened inside of him. He sure as hell couldn’t explain what had happened between them, either.
Perhaps it was the natural course of things. Joseph had a history with taking on a more dominating role in the bedroom. Sometimes a man had to quash any second-guessing and take a woman without fear. Sylvia couldn’t believe that he used to get kinky with someone like Angelica? Then she truly didn’t know Joseph’s ex-girlfriend. She may have been a quiet woman, but she knew how to ask for what she wanted. Apparently, her favorite form of escapist family outside of fantastic books was asking her boyfriend to take complete control in the bedroom.
Then, ah, Stella. She was wild and wanted to try everything. She convinced Joseph to adopt the same attitude as well. How else could he briefly get into swinging even though Stella had turned into more than his work partner? There was never love between us, but there was a lot of burning attraction. Stella used to beg for spankings, dirty talk, and nipple clamps from Joseph like she would ask for a hazelnut latte from the local barista.
The only reason Joseph had stepped back from that kind of sex was partly because he broke up with Stella, and partly because he feared it was clouding his mind for the worst.
Sylvia had made it clear that her submitting in the bedroom was reserved for paying customers. She had moved on from engaging in it on a personal level. Now this? Joseph felt like he was dreaming. For weeks he had been fantasizing about Sylvia. Sometimes those fantasies were quite simple: on her back, riding him like a cowgirl, on her knees while he pulled her hair and slammed into her from behind… then sometimes they were quite complicated. How else could a man describe nipple clamps and a paddle other than wonderfully complicated?
The only reason Sylvia had left that kind of sex behind was because of two, maybe more men who were selfish, entitled assholes. I’m not like that. I know I’m not. Joseph understood that these kinds of encounters went both ways. It wasn’t about him lording over a woman, taking pleasure from her, and then leaving her when he was finished. It was about her pleasure too. If Sylvia wasn’t into it, then there was no point. And Joseph would rather have Sylvia in every vanilla way possible than not have her at all. He could live without kink. He wasn’t sure he could live without Sylvia right now.
“Tell me one more time,” Joseph said. “Tell me that you want this. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Sylvia shuddered, every undulation of her body passing through Joseph’s as well. Even if she said no, if she changed her mind, it wouldn’t stop his cock from stirring in his trousers. Here we fucking go. There was a huge difference between getting hard because sex, and getting hard because kink was happening. When Joseph was entering the headspace of a Dom? His cock almost took on a personality of its own. It wanted to tease, to tickle, to torment a woman with pleasure. Joseph’s job was to reap every benefit sown within his beloved. Because I can’t do this with a woman I don’t have feelings for.
Now that was something he had to face as well. Sylvia Rogers wasn’t merely his girlfriend who could be something more one day. She was a woman he had feelings for. Those pesky, sometimes awful emotions that always got in his way.
He didn’t only want to fuck her. He wanted to make her feel so good that she would be true to him forever.
Sylvia’s lips parted. Joseph thought she would speak, but her eyes closed instead. Hips rose to meet his. Warmth spread across her skin, so hot to the touch that Joseph almost burned to hold her. “Yeah, I want it,” she whispered. “I want you to do whatever the fuck you want to me. Show me that you and I can do this. Show me that I can…”
Show me that I can trust you.
No pressure. No mountains of pressure resting on Joseph’s shoulders. Nope. None at all.
“Once I kiss you,” he warned, his lips almost upon hers. Ah, there went his leg, parting hers, his cock eager to break free and meet her between the thighs. Is she wet for me right now? Oh, damn, I hope so. “I won’t be able to stop. Not unless you tell me your safe word.” He promised to stay connected to reality for two reasons: for their safety, and to make sure she was enjoying herself. He couldn’t do either if he completely abandoned this mental world and let his cock take over. I’m the one in control. Not him, damnit.
“Give me a warning word,” Sylvia said. “Not a full-stop safe word. Something to say if I want you to slow it down a bit.”
“All right.” He diverted his mouth to her ear and imparted the first word that came to his mind. “Black.” Like her hair. Like her dress.
“Hopefully I won’t have to use it.” Was that a nervous giggle? She sounded so divine.
“I hope not. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Hopefully not too good.”
“No.” Joseph cast his tie across her wrists. “Absolutely not.”
***
Sylvia was beyond beautiful. She was an angel who needed no mortal coil, but chose to have one anyway. Probably so she could engage in erotic moments like these, with a mortal man who had done nothing to deserve such a holy encounter.
His angel was half-stripped and tied up on his bed. It had been a while since Joseph put his more advanced knots to use, but they quickly came back to him the moment Sylvia put her wrists behind her back and kept her ankles locked together.
Joseph began with tying her up, careful to use knots that they could both easily break if necessary. But they were also tight enough to keep Sylvia in her place. She was his. His. Meant to be used however he desired. A willing, lovely lady who moaned in his presence and sweated beneath his touches, both hard and soft. Sylvia had put all of her trust and desire into him. What Joseph did with that was meant to benefit them both.
Once the knots were secure, he undressed her, unzipping her dress and pulling it down until it met her bound wrists. He left her like that for a while, to lie and think about what such a state did to her. For him? It was like unwrapping a man’s favorite Christmas present. Skin so soft that it burned him to touch. Hair as unruly as it was tamed. Sweat, slickness, arousal. The more he undressed her, the more she whimpered, and the closer they came to the point of no return.
Joseph wasn’t going to use anything advanced on her tonight. He barely owned such implements since breaking up with Stella, thinking he was never going to do it again. I have got to change that. Sylvia deserved only the best. Her ass deserved to be spanked with paddles made of crystal. Her nipples deserved golden clamps that would make those pretty pink areolas stand out even more. Her thighs deserved bite marks. Her soaking wet nether lips? Well, they deserved his cock, of course.
“What do you want, Sylv?” He could only speak in growls. Sylvia squirmed in her binds as he blindfolded her with his silk necktie. Navy blue and crimson red had never looked so damn good on a woman. “What do you strive to be right now?”
Joseph unbuttoned his shirt while she responded. “I want to be yours. Wholly, unmistakably yours… sir.”
“Call me that again.” Once his shirt was opened, Joseph rubbed against her, his chest eager to feel her bare thighs against it. He placed a kiss on her left breast as it struggled to break free from her bra. “Make me know that you freely give yourself. I don’t want you otherwise.”
She shrieked in surprise when he freed her breast and sucked her nipple. It instantly hardened in his mouth, filling the space between his lips and teeth. As his tongue lashed against it, Sylvia spoke as if the universe commanded her to. “I do! I want to belong to you, sir! Make me yours!”
You already are. Did she know that? Did she know that Joseph already thought of her as his most precious person? I let her get away twice this year. The first time, he hardly understood what she meant to him. The second time? He had known. He had known, and he still turned his back on her. Never. Again.
“How do I make you mine, Sylvia? How do I prove to you and the world that no man could want you more than I do?” He had already unzipped his trousers and grabbed his cock within. Pain jerked through him, that sordid, taunting pain that made a man eager to fuck anything that moved. I need to come. Now. He thought that, and yet he knew he could hold out… a long, long time. All he had to do was put his damn cock in its place. Once it understood it would get relief eventually, it would behave.
“Fuck me,” Sylvia whined. Her hands twitched behind her back. “You’ve already got me how you want. Now do it.”
Joseph grabbed her hip and pulled her ass toward his cock. Her black thong was already tangled around her bound feet. With one quick lick of his fingers he was able to spread her thighs far enough apart for his cock to find her. Thank God she’s wet. It relieved Joseph to know this aroused her. Hard nipples and words that begged him to finish the damn job weren’t always enough. Sometimes a guy needed to feel a woman’s wet arousal on the head of his cock.
And sometimes a guy needed to see a pair of nether lips inviting him to take her between the thighs. From behind, no less. Sylvia was so ready for him even thighs clasped together could not stop her from inviting him in. That same white skin was already covered in her slickness.
“Fuck!” she muttered, instinctively backing up against him as his cock briefly penetrated her. Every nerve on the tip of his cock lit up the moment they met Sylvia’s own sensitive nerves. “Yes, yes! Fuck me!”
“Why?” One arm pushed beneath Sylvia’s shoulders while his other hand grabbed his cock, stopping it from completely taking his girlfriend. It would be enough to taunt her with only the head penetrating her, opening her up but failing to deliver. “Why do you want me to fuck you?” Precum covered his knuckles. Somehow, he was able to push the overwhelming desires out of his brain and focus on how good she looked and felt.
“Because I need it!”
“Need it? Need what, my pretty little thing?”
“Oh, God, you bastard!” Was that really any way to be talking to him? Joseph would show her to mind her tongue by siccing his on her nipple again. Sylvia writhed uncontrollably beneath him, pulling her thighs away from his cock that was about to dive into her body. “I need your fucking cock!”
She really had the mouth on her. I’ll punish it later.
“I’m starting to think that you really don’t have that much practice submitting in the bedroom, Sylv. Because you misbehave like you want to be punished, and I know that can’t be right.” Stella had been the same way – always out to get punished, because that was what got her off. Not from obeying, which had been Angelica’s thing. It’s like every woman is different, but can still be slotted into certain categories. Which one did Sylvia fall into, he wondered?
“Fuck you, Joseph.”
“I think you mean fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes! Please!”
Fine. He would give her a taste of what she wanted. Joseph latched his arm across her chest, holding her down against his bed as his cock sank three inches deep into her. Enough to make her cry out in splendid bliss – but not enough that he couldn’t still grab his stiff base.
“Beg for it, Sylv.”
She did. Every time he pulled out, she yelled to feel him inside of her again. Every time he penetrated her, she screamed for more. Sylvia was powerless to do anything for herself. Her limbs were bound. Her eyes were blinded. Her whole body was pinned to his, and the only way to convey what she wanted was by shouting into the ether. Too bad her words tended to turn into a garbled mess of sexual sounds whenever he was inside of her.
And the more Joseph toyed with her, the more he wanted to have her.
“Shut up, Sylv.” His hand lifted from her chest to her mouth, silencing all but the far corner so she could still say her safe words. Instead, she went along with him, sobbing in relief as he fucked her with the full length of his cock.
She wasn’t the only one relieved. Joseph allowed himself one loud groan of pleasure as he took his girlfriend to the hilt. The angle tortured them both, but mostly Joseph. He wanted to completely let go and fuck her until orgasm killed him. But he couldn’t. That wasn’t what this was about. This was about overcoming their hurdles and solidifying what they meant to one another. Joseph couldn’t be so selfish. He had to think this through and plan his next move.
Kinda hard to accomplish when he was mid-coitus.
He concentrated on Sylvia. Her muffled moans shooting right into his palm. Her body moving in tune to his, her breasts taunting his eyes and her ass inviting him to spank it red. Her deep and tight cunt stroking the full length of his cock and swallowing his tip into the most erotic parts of her body. Her hair against his face, sweat pouring down her brow and matting black strands against her scalp. Spank her. Pull her hair. Tell her she’s a nasty slut who can’t live without your cock. Maybe next time.
“I’m going to come,” he announced, even though he was perfectly in control of any orgasms coming his way. “Tell me where to come.”
Sylvia spat something into his hand. It was definitely not in any language Joseph understood. I’m not even touching her clit and she’s losing her fucking mind. Good. That’s exactly how he wanted her.
Because Joseph was losing his mind too. If he didn’t regain control right now, then this whole night was for naught. The only way to do that was to get the first orgasm out of the way. He would kill a couple of birds with one stone, too.
“Brace yourself, love.” He pulled out, rolled her onto her back, and pumped his cock with his hand until everything burned hot and wild where it mattered most. Joseph sometimes felt like he held a loaded gun in his hand whenever this moment came. Then, as if he had the antsiest trigger finger in the world, the bullet fired, and there was no stopping where it went.
Sylvia, however, had been to this show many times before. The moment she was rolled over, she knew what was coming, and pushed herself up to meet him as soon as he came. The blindfold didn’t hold her back at all.
He didn’t know how she knew to time it right. He didn’t want to know, because that would require thinking about her past lovers when this moment was meant for them. All I need to know is that this feels amazing. Sylvia’s mouth was on his cock, catching him without even using her hands.
She wasn’t perfect, though. Some of his seed dribbled down her chin, and she coughed on the rest of him. Joseph bent down and softly kissed her throat, his cock still hard, but his control fully returned to him.
“You’re wonderful,” he mumbled. Joseph yanked on her hair, catching her profile out of the corner of his eye. “The most wonderful woman I’ve ever been with.”
“I live to serve.” Sarcasm edged her voice. He didn’t mind.
“Then serve me. I just came in your mouth. Mostly.” That wasn’t water on her cheek. “If you want what’s yours, impress me enough so I want you again.” Like I don’t want you right now. Shit. That orgasm was purely functional. If he didn’t get it out of the way, then he wouldn’t be able to give it to her like she truly deserved. For God’s sake, looking at her spill out of her clothing makes me want to fuck her again right now. Joseph loosened the binds on her hands and feet. Surely, Sylvia had been tamed enough tonight to be trusted without them.
She got off the bed as soon as Joseph lay across it. “What will impress you, sir?” Her sultry voice was laced in sex. Sexual need. Sexual fulfillment. Sex. “Because I’m all ears to learn.” Sylvia wiped away the last trace of him on her skin.
Joseph couldn’t take his eyes off her to the point he almost forgot how to speak. “Strip, and tell me what you want from the man who owns every piece of you.”
Sylvia shook out her hands, now free from their bindings. They then instantly went to her dress, helping her shimmy out of it until she only stood in her bra – the thong fell on the floor with her dress. I hate how beautiful she is. Perfect seduction. Sylvia only needed her body to kill him from the inside. She may have been petite, but she had inviting hips and perky shoulders that enticed him to stare at what was between them. I want her nipples in my mouth again. Joseph brazenly stroked his cock in front of her. The damned thing was sensitive to the touch, but Joseph had faith it would join his way of thinking soon. Come on, man, you know you want to be inside her again. Next time he would fuck her until they were both losing their minds. Joseph had discovered true sexual bliss the last time they made love. He intended to experience it again.
“I want to know that such a man is mine as much as I am his.” Naked, Sylvia knelt one leg against the end of the bed. “He’s going to be mine. It’s only fair if I am to be his.”
“Absolutely fair.”
“He’s never going to get jealous when I talk about my past. He’s never going to hold my likes and dislikes because of that past against me. And he’s never, ever going to think about anything but making me feel good.”
Her hands were on the bed. She crawled toward him, breasts swaying with her movements, lips coming for his. Joseph welcomed her with a delectable kiss that was only matched by the scintillating sensation of her nipple hardening once again between his finger and thumb. Sylvia hissed against his mouth.
“You want me to take you,” he stated as fact. “You want me to really show you what I can offer as more than your boyfriend.”
“Yes.” Sylvia pushed her fingers beneath his, gripping his stiff cock in his stead. “It’s not just about this thing right here. It’s about what you can do with it to make me feel like nothing else in the world matters but you and me.” She kissed him again. Joseph tasted himself on her tongue. “Fuck me.” When did she begin to moan her words again? “Be rough with me, okay? I haven’t enjoyed that kind of sex in so long. I wanna be with a guy who makes me trust him enough to do that to me.”
“For you, huh?”
“Yeah. I wanna do that for myself again. Not only because the money’s good.”
“Mi cosita,” Joseph said, rubbing his thumb against her cheek and lips. “You’re not so little after all. You’ve got a big heart and spirit.”
“You’ve caught me.”
“Yes, I sure have.” He guided her down to his lap. “And now that I’ve caught you, I’ll give you want you want.”