Chapter Three
Chad wasn’t sure what had changed since he'd had Katie pinned against the wall, but he knew he'd find out one way or another. He couldn’t blow his cover about his knowledge of her past. She had to feel comfortable enough with him to share that information. He understood why she was scared to try anything with a man. He should just leave her alone, watch over her the way Alex had told him. Except, he couldn’t.
Something about her called to him like a beacon in the pitch-black darkness. He’d rarely wanted more than sex from a woman, but something about Katie changed that. Stepping into his apartment and closing the door, Chad tried to think of ways to get her to open up to him. In spite of the shock on her face when she'd learned that he’d found her erotic books, arousal had filled her eyes.
It seemed she wanted to learn about being submissive, but was scared to admit that to herself. He’d have to get her to open to him, to show her it wasn’t as scary as she thought. But Chad knew he had to be careful.
Heading to the kitchen, he grabbed a beer and twisted off the top before taking a swig. He walked to the couch and was about to sit when a knock sounded at the door. Opening it, Chad was surprised to find Katie on the other side.
“I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” Katie said.
His dick jerked to attention. “Don’t worry about it.” He clenched his hands into a fist, resisting the urge to thread them into her hair. He wanted to feel the silky strands against his fingers again.
“Aren’t you going to ask me in?”
“Just so you know, I’m not sure if I can keep my hands to myself. Since you’ve been standing there all I can think of is getting your naked body underneath mine and fucking you.” Maybe if he could screw her, he could get Katie out of his mind. Something deep in his gut told him that it wouldn’t be that easy. The shit he’d take from her brothers…but he’d deal with that at another time. He wanted her. Now.
Chad heard her sharp inhalation. Katie apparently wanted that as well. He’d do anything to remove her reluctance.
“That’s all I can think of since you left my apartment ten minutes ago.”
He couldn’t afford to slack on the job of protecting her, even if Katie had no clue what he was doing. Chad closed the door behind her as she entered. He could tell she was nervous about what was going to happen. That only made him want her more––she didn’t back away from a challenge.
Chad reached out, hooking an arm around her waist, and pulled her flush against his body. When had he ever felt a burn all the way down to his balls before? Never. That’s what it was like whenever he touched her. It was like she branded him as her own without even knowing it. He’d been around the block enough times to know this was different, and special.
His mouth claimed hers in a passion-filled kiss, while he mentally told his cock to calm down. The important was to stay in control and not scare her. A gut instinct told him that she hadn’t been very sexually active, and after Kaden, Katie may have given up all hope. As much as Chad tried to get away from his military instincts whenever she was around, they kicked up even higher. He’d kill anyone who messed with Katie.
Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to her body. With one hand he lifted her into his arms and headed for the bedroom at the back of the apartment. A gasp slipped from her mouth as he swiped his tongue against hers. Four years he’d wanted her, but had held back out of respect for his friendship with her brothers and the fact that he couldn’t afford to have his judgment clouded while trying to protect her. In all those years he’d never overheard her talk about any man seriously. He’d kept an eye on things, making sure that she never found about him keeping tabs on her.
The moans coming from Katie just about did him in. Chad lowered her onto the bed and the grip of her arms around his neck tightened. For a moment, she pulled away from the kiss.
“I’ve got you. I won’t drop you.”
A smile crossed her face and made his heart grip tighter against his chest. He was going to enjoy teaching her to be submissive.
“Take your shirt off,” he said with a gruff voice.
“What?”
“You heard what I said.” She stiffened and pulled her legs against her chest. Chad stifled a curse. He had to get his dominant side in check if he was going to reach her. He couldn’t go all “hard-ass” on her the first time. What she needed right now was reassurance that she was safe enough with him to truly let go.
“You’re not going to take it off?” Uncertainty laced her voice.
“If I wanted to take it off of you, I would have.” Kneeling on the bed beside her, Chad promised himself to go as slowly as she needed. His gut told him she wanted this even if she wasn’t sure how it worked. It was part of his job to show her what her body wanted, needed and craved deep down inside. “If you didn’t have a fantasy about this, you wouldn’t have books on BDSM. Let me show you what your body secretly craves.”
“I’m not a helpless bimbo that needs to be told what to do to get off,” she spit back.
He hardly kept his laugh inside. She still wanted to fight what he knew her body wanted, but her independent streak was woven so deeply that she didn’t want to let go and feel. Hell, after all she’d been through, he could understand why. That was one thing he admired about her. Katie didn’t take shit from anyone.
“No one called you helpless, and you certainly aren’t a bimbo. Being submissive is the opposite of that, really. You have to trust the person dominating you. You have to put your body into his care and know that he will give you what you need and want.” His hand slid up her leg to palm her thigh and heat seeped back into her gaze. She seemed interested. That was a start. He could work with that.
“Chad, about what I said earlier, the complications. I don’t trust easily. I’m not sure I can do this.” Vulnerability marred her face, and he wanted to take that look away and replace it with something more.
“Listen, we can try this, and if you want to stop then we will. I won’t push you too far this time. Later we will go a little farther. I’ll just get your feet wet this time, so you see how it works.”
“I’ll give it a try. Don’t we need a safe word?”
The corners of his lips turned into a smile, but he didn’t want her to think he was cocky. Katie was more interested in this than she'd indicated. If she hadn't done at least some research, then she wouldn't know about a safe word. “You’re right. Pick something that you won’t forget.”
“ ‘PIZZA.’ Pizza will work.”
“Now, before you use that, make sure you’re in real pain and not just discomfort. During this I will push you past your comfort zone, but you will never be put into danger.”
“I’ve got it.”
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Oh my god! I can’t believe I just agreed to do this! Taking a deep breath, Katie told herself everything would be fine. They had a safe word, and something about Chad put her at ease. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something deep inside told her he would keep her safe.
“Katie, take your shirt off.”
She gripped the hem of the shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. He sucked in a harsh breath. The hungry way his glances devoured her made her feel sexy, needy, and wanted all at once. She couldn’t remember any other time when she felt so sexy. No man before him had made her feel this way. Still, she feared perhaps going through with this could change who she was.
“Unsnap your shorts and take them off.”
No, she couldn’t do that. He’d see the scar etched on her stomach, a painful reminder of the night she’d left Kaden. She’d almost made it, but he came at her with a knife. Shivers raced down her body as she pushed the memory away.
“Chad, I can’t.” He’d think she was ugly. The last thing she wanted was for him to not desire her. Though it wouldn't be the first time that had ever happened.
“You have nothing to worry about. If you want to still do this, then drop the shorts.”
Taking a deep breath, she shimmied the shorts over the curve of her hips. His attention zeroed in on the scar. Lifting his eyebrows, he met her gaze. The question he wanted to ask sat between them, and she prayed he’d let it be without asking. Katie lifted her hand to cover her damaged skin. Closing her eyes, she waited for him to say sorry, he couldn’t go through with it. After all, that’s what every other man had done to her. Or at least the two she’d let get close enough.
“How did you get the scar?” Chad leaned closer, placed a hand on her hip, and pulled her close.
“I don’t like to talk about it.”
She wouldn't blame him if he didn’t want to continue. Hell, she hated to see the scar as well. Unlike Chad, who could go home and never have to see it again, that wasn’t an option for her. Every morning her scar stared back at her as a reminder of what had happened and how much time she'd spent in the hospital recovering.
“That’s fine for now, but one day soon you’ll tell me.”
Chad must be out of his mind if he thought she was going to tell him how the scar happened. It wasn’t something she talked about with anyone, let alone with a sex partner.. The embarrassment was too much to endure. Well, her brothers knew, but only because Kevin had found her lying in a pool of blood. So, it hadn’t taken long for Alex to find out, too.
“We don’t have to do this.” Katie stepped away from his embrace, crossing her arms, and turned her back to him. The thought of having to stare him in the face when he rejected her made her heart squeeze against her chest.
Chad cupped her shoulders, giving them a squeeze, and brushed the hair that lay against her back. “What makes you think I don’t want to do this?” His hand flattened against her taut stomach. “Have I said anything to make you think I don’t want you?”
“No, but I saw the look on your face once you saw my scar. It wouldn’t be the first time a guy’s rejected me because of it.”
“I was just surprised to see the scar. It had nothing to do with not wanting you. Those men were stupid to let you go.” He caressed the side of her breast and nipple as it puckered to a tip. Her head lolled back onto his shoulders and a moan slipped out of her mouth. Chad unfastened her bra, letting it fall away from her breasts.
“Is that so?” Butterflies slammed against her stomach as his hand continued to roam her body. For a moment she worried about Chad's taking things too far, about not being what he needed in a woman. What if she wasn’t built to do what he wanted? He didn’t give her much time to think on that before slipping off her thong. Now she was completely naked with his hard body pressed against hers.
“Yes. Now, no talking, unless you’re screaming out my name. Until then, call me ‘Sir’.”
“What if I have a question or something is bothering me?”
“Address me as ‘Sir’ and we’ll deal with it. Are you ready?”
Katie nodded. Nothing could happen to her, and if she needed it, she had a safe word. If she had to, she’d hold onto that reassurance with all her might and not hesitate to speak the safe word if things overwhelmed her. That was the whole point of having a safe word.
“I asked you a question.”
Drawing in her bottom lip, she grazed it with her teeth. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“Yes, what, Katie?” He stopped the caress just a whisper away from her breast. She desperately wanted him to touch her again. Arching towards him, she tried to bring her body into contact with his hand, but he moved.
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
“Relax. Every time I touch you, I can feel you jump. No one’s going to hurt you here.”
Taking in a deep breath, she willed herself to relax, or at least try. Before, this was the point where she’d have trouble and start to pull back from her lover.
“Shouldn’t we lie down?”
“If I thought we needed to, then I’d have told you. He palmed her ass, sending heat racing down her body. “Anyone ever take you back here?”
Oh God, not there! That shouldn’t turn her on even more. Chad’s body heat seeped into her back as he blanketed her with the hard muscles of his chest. His hand moved between her thighs.
“Don’t make me ask again. I’ll spank your ass next time.”
“Yes, but I don’t like it. It hurts.” She turned her head to glance at him. “No anal. I can’t do that. You can kiss your chance to fuck me away if you think you’re going to hit me.” Never again would she allow a man to hit her. Being that weak again wasn’t an option anymore. Moisture seeped between her thighs at the erotic thought of him smacking her, but no way would she tell him that it turned her on to have him do it. She'd read about it in her books, and it was never abusive. According to the books, it was always done in a safe manner, and brought the woman pleasure. There’d been times that she’d been so turned on after reading that she had to take care of things on her own. And she had no doubts that Chad would see to her pleasure in every way.
“It’s okay. I’d rather be deep inside your pussy anyway. Another time we’ll talk about it.”
What did he mean they’d talk about it later? Surely he'd heard her when she said that no man would spank her, no matter what the books, or her erotic fantasies, said.
Chad slid his hand over her mound and deep into her wet folds, forcing her to take a sharp breath. He’d know just how wet she was, how bad she wanted him, and somehow that made her uneasy. Katie leaned into his touch. With slow lazy circles around her clit, he drove the climax closer, and the orgasm mounting until it was right there. Her head fell back onto his shoulders. The burning in her legs became too much to handle from being on her heels, so she placed her legs out in front of her. Heat rushed deep into her sex, consuming her body. Katie arched closer to his touch. Oh yes, only a few more seconds, and she’d have relief.
The circling of his finger on her clit stopped, while his other hand cupped her breast, as if testing its weight. Never before had she been so overwhelmed with sensations in her life, and she didn’t want it to stop. Why the hell had he stopped? Fine. If he wasn’t going to get her off, she’d do it herself. It wouldn’t take long, since she knew just what to do to go over the edge. Slowly easing her fingers into her hot sex, she moaned as they made contact with her hard nub.
Katie slowly circled her clit with her fingertips before applying the pressure she knew would bring on her climax. At first it didn’t register that Chad was lowering her onto her back. A shudder rushed across her body. One more stroke and she’d be there.
“Stop.” She couldn’t miss the command in his voice. There was no way she was going to stop when she was this close.
She raised her hand to her breast and kneaded it. Oh so close, she could feel that her orgasm was going to be a big one. His beefy hands grabbed her wrist, holding tight as he thrust them above her head.
“I told you to stop.”
“Fuck you. If you’re not going to get me off, then I’ll do it myself.”
Chad positioned both of her hands into one of his, leaned over her and opened the nightstand next to the bed. She turned her head, but his body sprawled across hers, blocking her view. He took her left wrist and stretched it above her head, before something cold was secured around one wrist and then the other.
He leaned close to her ear as his hand cupped her breast, giving the nipple a gentle tug. “Make no mistake, I’m going to get you off, so many times that you’ll lose count. It will either be by my fingers, my tongue or by my cock being buried deep inside of you.”
“Take the cuffs off me, you asshole.” Twisting, she tried to slip out of them, the pressure they provided intensifying the heat between her thighs. There had to be something totally fucked up inside her head if being cuffed to the bed by a caveman turned her on.
“You say that, but I bet you’re wet.” As if to test his theory, his right hand eased toward her sex. Chad thrust two fingers deep into her, causing a moan to slip from her lips. If he just added a little more pressure she’d get the release that gnawed at her.
“What do we have here? I do believe you’re turned on by the handcuffs.”
“Fuck you,” Katie bit back.
“Oh, I plan on fucking you. Don’t worry about that. Oh, and no coming until I tell you.”
“I’ll come when and how I want to.” Who did he think he was, telling her when and how she’d come?
“That sassy mouth of yours is going to earn you a spanking. No coming. ” Chad slid down between her legs as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Anticipation crept across her body. Katie had no clue what he was going to do, and that excited her even more. Part of her wanted to tell him that, hell yes, it turned her on, but no way would she give over that much power to him.
Chad lifted her left leg and nipped at the tender flesh of her inner thigh. He soothed each mark from his teeth with his tongue as he inched his way towards her pussy. Katie had never felt anything so erotic as his touch on her skin before. It lit her from the inside out. Lowering one leg over his shoulder, he gave the same attention to the other. Katie held her breath as he stopped right above her sex. His breath slid hot over her body, raising her temperature by what felt like twenty degrees.
As his tongue slid over her clit, her head pressed back deeper into the pillow and her eyes closed against the pleasure. He slid two fingers into her pussy and scissored them to open her more. Katie pushed her hips forward to meet the heaven of his tongue but felt a tug against her wrist. The sensation of the cuffs shot from her wrist down to her clit, exploding into a pool of need.
“You taste like warm apple pie, so damn good,” he groaned. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Oh my God, yes!” She needed him to put his tongue back onto her clit. One good swipe and she’d explode. Tingles raced from the top of her head down to her toes when he licked her clit and labia. “Please, Chad, right there.”
“Please what?” He lifted his head, pinning her with a look. They had turned dark with arousal, so dark that it took her breath away and she couldn’t glance away even if she wanted to.
“Lick me. I’m so close.”
“So close, what?” Chad stopped all movement.
The one word he’d asked her to call him sat on the tip of her tongue. Saying the word might not even ensure her orgasm. Katie closed her eyes for a moment to pull in some strength to go through with this. She wasn’t sure, but there was only one way to find out.
“Taste me again, Sir, please. I’m so close to coming.”
“No coming until I tell you.” He slid a finger back into her wet folds, stopping almost immediately.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice quivering. Goosebumps burst across her skin and more moisture seeped down her legs. Visions of all kinds of dirty things raced across her mind, like him flipping her over and taking her from behind. Gently, he sucked her clitoris into his hot mouth and tugged. Her nails dug into her palms as the buildup for her orgasm pushed forward at full speed. She wasn’t sure if she could stop it, and right now she didn’t care about trying.
“Want to come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Bending his head, he returned to tasting her. The tingle started low in her toes and rose to her legs. Shivers rushed through her body faster until they erupted into the most mind-blowing orgasm she’d had––ever. “Chad, yes! Oh God, it feels so good, Sir.” Floating back down, stars danced along the edge of her vision.
Chad moved until he was cradled between her legs. Leaning in, he kissed her hard, relentless, making her dizzy as her body warmed to his touches. She’d never kissed someone after they’d gone down on her. At first it tasted different, but with Chad everything felt different, and she liked it almost too much. His touches were gentle, yet firm, and she melted at the slightest touch or look he gave her. When he pulled back she watched as he reached back into the drawer. The rip of a packet a second later told her he had a condom.
Even though she’d just had an orgasm, she sent a silent thank-you to the sex gods that Chad would be deep inside her before long. Her body ached to feel him everywhere.
“I’m going to get so deep inside of you, you’ll beg me to come again.” He rolled the condom onto his erection.
She didn’t doubt that. The breath in her lungs caught as he slid in inch by delicious inch until he was seated to the hilt. It had been so long since a man had been deep inside her that it burned as her body tried to adapt to his size. Chad had to be one of the biggest she’d ever taken.
Her muscles clamped around him. He stopped for a moment and looked down at her. She could see the strain on his face his jaw was clenched, eyes closed. “Damn, Kitten, you’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”
“No, Sir. It’s just a little sore.”
“How long has it been?”
He looked down at her. She could tell that he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from her. “Two years.”
“I’m going to be careful with you, kitten, and as gentle as I can be.”
“Just please don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, and she knew what he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Sir.”
Chad’s hands dug into her hips as he pushed forward, shocking her body and leaving her panting for more. For a moment she wished her hands weren’t cuffed to the headboard. She longed to run her hands over his well-defined muscles, to feel them under her palms as he drove deep into her.
Quickly, another orgasm mounted inside of her with each deep thrust. Her hips met his, and they moved together like a well-oiled machine. Heat radiated throughout her body and sweat beaded across her chest and forehead.
“Katie, you feel so good. So tight. So responsive. So perfect. I want to go longer, but you’re milking me and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. Are you ready to come?”
“Yes!” she panted.
“Come whenever you’re ready. Next time we'll explore every way to make you come.”
He scraped her g-spot, causing her to tumble into the bliss that only he could give her once again. The grip on her hips got tighter as he drove harder into her, until she plummeted into the orgasm.
She screamed his name again. “Chad!”
“Katie!”
He moaned out his release and went still above her. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. Then, he rose from the bed and got rid of the condom before returning to her. He un-cuffed one wrist, took it in his hands, and rubbed gently until she could feel her fingers again. Then he did the same with the other one.
The small gesture forced her heart to flutter against her chest. This coming from a man who cuffed her to the bed and made her beg for an orgasm. He’d taken care with her, almost like he cared for her beyond this one lesson. “Come here. I want to hold you.” Climbing into the bed, he pulled her against his chest and covered them both with the covers. After the two mind-blowing orgasms she wasn’t about to argue with him, and having him hold her sounded good. Hell, it sounded great, as she could barely keep her head up, and her body was nothing but mush.
The last thing she remembered was being close to him before drifting off to sleep in his arms.