IT STARTED AS A WAY for me to test her. To see if she really was the submissive I had always pegged her to be. I figured if I had been wrong about her, I would know with just a few carefully placed questions and demands. What I hadn’t planned on, though, was taking it past working her up with those demands alone. But the second she surrendered to my touch, I knew any talking would have to be after she came with my cock deep inside her body. Maybe she’s used to letting a man control her in bed. I wouldn’t be shocked if that was the case because all it took was one assertive hand to make her passive, waiting for my cues.
What I fucking need is to take off this edge she’s built up. I’ve wanted to fuck that sweet mouth for far too long, and after last night, I’m finally getting it. I’ve suffered through nights and nights of her sitting at the bar at Dirty, teasing me with her innocent intentions. She would just smile, and I was hard. She spent hours there—dancing with Ember, drinking at the bar, and playing with the straws in her drinks. Even if she didn’t do anything intentionally, she did it all the same. Fuck me, there was never anything more than watching me with a smirk on her beautiful face and hesitant desire behind those blue eyes. So wickedly sweet and unaware of the power she holds just by being her. No damn tricks or games. Nikki is the type of woman who, when she wants something, gives it her all or nothing at all. Just as she did last night when she made her move. As attracted to her as I’ve always been, knowing just how sweet and innocent she is was another thing that kept me at bay. All that discussion about not being dumb enough to fall for me might as well have been a big warning to myself, too. No doubt about it, she’s the kind of woman who would steal your heart, and you’d just beg her to fucking keep it.
I expected her to argue with me, or maybe be offended by my brash demand.
I’ve misread her. I could kick myself for being so wrong about her because who knows how long ago I could have gotten my hands on her. According to her, we’ve both been single for about the same length of time. Time we could have been having a lot of fucking fun if I just would have gotten my head out of my ass and embraced the feelings I had been so accustomed to denying.
She’s wiggling against my hold the second my words leave my mouth. Not trying to get away but to get down. Right where I told her … right where I want her.
One thing is for sure … with her, I won’t ever get bored.
I drop my arms to my sides at the same time her knees hit the ground so hard I know it had to hurt. My palms twitch to get my hands back on her and fuck her face instead of letting her have a small, brief taste of control.
Her hands immediately go to my jeans, fumbling in her rush to unfasten my belt. She mumbles something sharply under her breath, and I take pity, pushing her hands aside to undo the leather from the buckle myself. She keeps her position with her face close to my crotch and waits with patient hunger for me to pull my belt free of my jeans. My mind already making plans for it later. As soon as the belt drops to the floor with a clatter, she has her hands right back up there, releasing the button and zipper with careful efficiency. Her hands push in under the denim at my hips. Her warm, soft fingers blaze a trail over my naked skin, and she pulls my jeans down until they’re bunched at my knees. My heavy cock springs free without the confines of underwear and almost takes her fucking eye out. Still, she waits. Something moves inside me when I realize I’m not entirely sure who is really in control at the moment. Not when she’s kneeling before me, looking up at me with a mask of innocence and trust. And if I’m honest, I’m not sure I mind that it might not actually be me.
She makes a humming noise deep in her throat when I don’t move—a cross between a moan and a purr—causing my cock to jump. Her eyes widen when she realizes the sound escaped her. Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I watch, waiting for her to make the next move even though everything inside me is screaming to grab her head and shove my length so deep she gags. She won’t get a moment like this again, so I should let her enjoy a taste of control and use this time to shake myself of these foreign feelings.
Nothing is timid about the way she takes hold of me when she finally moves. One hand curls around the middle of my shaft as the other presses against my thigh, moving up my leg at the same time as her head moves forward. Her warm breath teases my sensitive flesh then she closes her lips around my cock. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, tugging at the ring piercing it and zapping a shock of pleasure through my whole body. The hand on my thigh moves up even more to cup my balls, and the other wrapped tightly around my cock starts to stroke in tune with her head’s descent.
The knot she had her hair bunched into when I arrived is now more loose than it is bound, causing more hair to fall free with each frantic bob of her head. I reach down to brush a fallen piece of hair away, ignoring the slight tremor in my hand as I clear her face. I lock my knees the second I feel her relax her throat, and it was just in time because when she pulls me deeper, I feel like my head is spinning.
“Goddamn,” I hiss through my teeth. My hand freezes in the air as keeping her hair free from her face becomes a mission long forgotten.
Nikki makes that humming sound again; only this time, it’s with my cock deep in her throat, and I swear to fucking Christ, I see stars. I can’t even remember the last time I fucked someone I didn’t demand silence from, but with her, I hope to Christ I hear more of those sweet-as-fuck sounds coming from her.
She continues to suck my cock like a pro as I fight to hold back the beast inside me. For the first time ever, I don’t even give a shit about control. My need for it is nowhere to be found.
With just her hands and mouth, she fucking owns me.
And I’ll gladly let her.
When was the last time I gave up enough of my control to allow a woman to take this much from me?
Never.
The answer is immediate and shocking. What is it about Nicole Clark?
Hell, I’ve never wanted to give a woman this power, but this one has me running in circles, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
And then? After you’ve had her? If you are both this combustible now, there’s no way it won’t explode in your face. Are you still willing to give her control when that blast goes off and complicates things?
Fuck. Needing to get a little of that dominance back, I grab her hair with both hands, the rubber band flying free as I fist her thick locks. Her eyes shoot up to look at me, her eyes a dark blue shining with the same drunk lust that I feel. Then she uncurls her lip from her teeth and gives me a soft but very noticeable and intentional bite, hitting me right at the sensitive base of my tip.
“Motherfuck!” I bellow, that tiny bite of pain almost making my come shoot down her throat and flood her mouth. She looks positively giddy at my reaction, and I mentally promise her a punishment for teasing me—one that I had only been halfway joking about earlier just to see her reaction. No doubt about it now, her ass will be so tender she won’t be able to sit for a month without remembering just who is in charge.
“Keep my cock in your mouth but remove your hands. Now. Place your palms against my thighs, Nicole, and don’t fucking move them.”
She instantly complies, her eyes never leaving mine. Her chest heaves and the color pink is high on her cheeks as she waits for me to continue, squirming her hips.
“If you get to where you have had enough at any point, you tap my legs twice, and I’ll stop immediately. Right here, Nikki.” I pat her fingers with mine, showing her how to notify me. “You have my word on that. You won’t be able to use words if you get overwhelmed, so you tap me, and we stop immediately. If I’m too rough or you can’t take the way I give you my cock, you tap me, do you understand?”
She nods but sucks against my cock to keep it from slipping free of her mouth. I feel her try to swallow, but the thick head between her lips makes it impossible, and she ends up drooling a little out of the corners of her mouth. The whole time, her eyes growing heavier with arousal and intoxicated by need.
“Do not let me lose your eyes. I want to see what having a mouth full of my cock does to you. How you feel as I stretch your throat. Begging me with those beautiful eyes to give you what you’re thirsty for.”
She blinks rapidly but, again, nods. With her willing submission to me, I pull her head forward and flex my ass in order to push my cock in deep. She gags the second my piercing touches the back of her throat, her eyes watering, but she doesn’t tap. My hips move rapidly, and each time I pull her head down on my cock, she gags when they flex. The wet sounds of her mouth being fucked by my cock act as a soundtrack to my senses. I could keep this up for hours without coming, just using her for my pleasure, but I don’t want her first taste of me to leave her with a sore jaw—especially since I plan to have her do this again after I’ve fucked her cunt.
“You want my come?” I hiss, feeling my orgasm start to coil around my spine—tightly and swiftly.
Her chest heaves, and I feel her through my hold of her hair and cock in her mouth as she tries to nod.
“Don’t you dare lose a drop of me. Relax your throat, suck me deep, chèrie, and take everything I let you have. Every last fucking drop.”
She hums again, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my last shred of control. I yank her down and lock my legs while my balls pull tight. She gags for a second, her fingernails digging into the skin on my thighs, but then she remembers my words and relaxes her throat. Letting me slide just a little further down until the tip of my cock is resting as close as my piercing will allow to the back of her throat, she never looks away from me the whole time. When the first jet of my come shoots against her throat, her eyes flash with pleasure and she hums again, but she still never looks away, and that almost rocks me harder than my orgasm. The muscles in my body tense, riding out one hell of a release while I bark out a sound of completion and empty myself down her throat.
I release her hair, and she drags her lips down my shaft, kissing the tip before sitting back on her heels and resting her hands against her thighs. She continues to hold my eyes, licking her swollen lips, and breathing deeply. If I didn’t know better, I would think she’s already been with a man like me. And that move right there proves what I already knew—Nikki’s a natural submissive, and the pleasure I get knowing I’ll be the first man to show her how mind-blowing sex can be when she surrenders all control is one hell of a power trip.
“Good girl, Nikki,” I praise, bending and catching the drop of my come on her chin that had been left behind as my cock fell from her mouth. “Every drop,” I remind her, sticking my thumb in her mouth and pressing the pad of it against her tongue. She closes her lips before I can get free and sucks her cheeks in, sucking my thumb while licking it clean with her tongue.
“You keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you before we finish talking.”
She releases my thumb and gasps. “Please. Please, Shane. I need …” She shifts her body, and I realize exactly what she’s trying to do when I see her knees press tightly against each other.
“Don’t you dare make yourself fucking come,” I tell her firmly, bending to grab my jeans and pull them back up, not bothering to button them after awkwardly stuffing my already hard again cock inside.
“I need … please,” she continues, whining her broken plea.
“I know what you need, but you won’t get it until I’m ready for you to have it.”
She whimpers.
“Nicole, I can’t fuck you until you understand what you’re getting into.”
“Will you beat me like Christian?”
My head jerks back. What the fuck?
“Who the fuck is Christian?”
Her cheeks flush. “From the book … well, you probably would know the movie over the book because you don’t strike me as a romance novel reader. Fifty Shades of Grey. Christian is from that series. He … uh, well … I think so at least, is like you.”
“I don’t get the reference, but no, I won’t beat you.”
She almost looks … disappointed, and I swear to Christ, if I knew what I had done in life to get the perfect woman at my feet—literally—I would make sure I did it again and again to keep her here.
Keep her? What the fuck is that shit?
“But you said you would make it hurt to sit,” she continues, still whining, and I’m not sure she understands how that conveys to me just how much she wants this.
“I’m not a sadist, Nicole. I don’t get off on hurting women. I get off on controlling them. Not sure what your friend Christian was into, but I won’t be beating you. While I might not get off on hurting you, certain aspects of my sexual preferences will be used to heighten your pleasure. I’ll drive your body to places you’ve never even dreamed of, but I’ll do that because I’m the one in charge. Will that cause your body some pain in the process? Without a doubt, but it will be controlled pain, and I will never harm you or give you more than you can handle. It’s the only way I’m capable of being, and if you can’t be the obedient partner I just witnessed you being at all times when I’m leading, then this ends now.”
“How will I know when you’re …” she pauses and frowns.
“Leading? In control?”
She nods.
“Because my cock will be out, and you’ll either have it down your throat or I’ll be working your body up to take it. I need control, yeah, but I don’t need it in all aspects of my life. Outside of what we do with our bodies behind closed doors—wherever that might be—you are free of certain things when we’re not playing. But when I’m in the mood to play, I’m the master of your every move; you will obey me or you will be punished.”
“Explain that,” she breathes, the husky and heavy sound of her voice going straight to my half-spent cock. “The punishments, I mean.”
“Do you trust me enough to show you instead?”
Her eyes widen at my question, and her body trembles visibly. She can say no, and it wouldn’t make this end. I must earn the right to control her tempting body completely, and I know that—but if she can’t handle a simple punishment, then this will never work. It’s better that we know now if she can handle it. I pray I’m not wrong about her because it just might kill me to walk away now.
“I do,” she says, soft but sure.
I nod, swallow, and breathe in deep. The familiar sense of calm fills my body as the beast that rides my sexual appetite drives forward. I ignore the thought to take her already—wanting to sink inside her so fucking bad even so soon after finding my release. I hold my hand out to her, watching silently as she reaches up with a shaking hand. She takes mine instantly, and I help as she climbs from the floor.
“Get naked,” I stress, enjoying the flush that paints her cheeks instantly.
I turn, walk to where I threw my belt earlier, and wait with my back to her, giving her a chance to get used to the fact I’m in charge and see if she follows my direction. In the three steps that it took to get to my belt, I mentally prepare myself to leave and deny my cock if she isn’t halfway bare when I turn back. Knowing she needs some time to work up to obeying me, I reach for the remote. After switching on the television, I find one of the programmed stations that plays only music, settle for a slow, instrumental beat, and turn the volume down.
I close my eyes, drawing from the power provided by my control, and turn. When I open them again and see her standing there—completely bare before me, displaying tan skin I can’t wait to mark—the ability to hold back my selfish desires almost snaps. Her long blond hair falls around her shoulders, covering her nipples. A tiny dusting of the same colored hair on her mound is the only thing keeping her pussy from being completely shaved, thankfully, because I find a well-groomed pussy hot as fuck over a waxed bare one.
She stands there, letting me stare at her without showing any signs of being uncomfortable with my attention.
I leave her there, walking to her kitchen table and pressing my hands against it to test its sturdiness. The metal on my belt clanging against the wood sounds like a gun blast going off in the silence around us. I turn back, feeling the anticipation burning through my veins, and curl my lips in a smile when I see her facing the other way, obeying me as if this isn’t the first time she’s submitted to my control.
Wiping my face clear, I call her name. “Nicole.”
She looks over her shoulder but doesn’t move.
“Feet on the floor, tits on the table, arms above your head until your fingers are grabbing the edge.”
Her lips part and that humming sound is back. Fuck, just my words do it for her?
She moves, bending over to lay across her table, and wraps her fingers around the edge, just as I directed.
“Turn your head toward me so I can see your face, chèrie.”
Instantaneously, she does as I say.
I run my fingers down her spine, making her whimper. “Spread your legs a little more. Enough that your wet cunt can feel the air touching it and don’t move again until I tell you you’re allowed.” I wait, watching her shift her legs apart a little wider as I calm my breathing. “You need a safe word, Nicole. A word that can easily be understood by me as your out when you can’t take anymore. You speak it, and I stop. I don’t care if I’m balls deep inside you about to come—that word leaves your lips, I won’t be upset, and I will stop immediately. It can be a word of your choosing, or it can simply be red. You pick, but remember, do not use it unless you can’t take anymore. And know that I will never be angry with you if you need to use it.”
“Red is fine, Shane,” she whispers quietly, her voice wobbly.
“Are you afraid?” I ask, needing to know if she sounds nervous from fear or anticipation.
“No.”
“No, Sir,” I add, letting her know how I expect her to address me when we’re like this.
“No … Sir.”
“Do you remember why you’re being punished?”
She nods.
“Words, Nicole.”
“Because … because I teased you … Sir.”
God, she really is a natural. How did I miss this for so long? Or better yet, how the fuck did I resist what I so clearly and ignorantly ignored.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I ask, grabbing the full flesh of her ass and jiggling it. Her plump flesh turning me on. She wasn’t wrong; I might love all parts of a woman—but I love a thick ass.
“Sir. I think that’s all, Sir.”
“I should add to your punishment for teasing me again after having just sucked my cock dry, but since this is the first time, I’ll give you a pass. What’s your safe word, Nicole?”
“Red, Sir. It’s … red.”
Stepping closer to the table, I continue to skim my left hand on her skin, watching the play of goose bumps dance in the wake of my touch. Her breathing changes, becoming more relaxed, but I still wait. Then right when I know she’s given in to my touch and forgotten to be on guard, I bring the folded belt up in the air and then drop it against her lush-as-fuck ass hard enough to cause pain but not as hard as I would normally be. She jumps, her body bowing up, and she gasps, humming that purr that shoots straight to my balls and wraps around my rock-hard cock. I close my eyes for a beat and savor the sound.
“Do you need your safe word?” I ask, rubbing the redness with my free hand while I wait for her answer.
“No, Sir,” she answers, humming again as she settles back down.
“Then count. Every time you feel the leather against your ass, you give me a number. You need your safe word, you give me that, but until you get to ten, you’ll stay on this table.”
She wiggles her ass, and I could have fucking come on the spot. She fucking wants it. One taste of it, and she craves it just as much as I do.
My focus becomes solely to drive her mad with pleasure; her punishment being the orgasm she so desperately needs being denied until I’m ready for her to experience it.
“Count. And Nicole? Don’t you dare fucking come.”
She whimpers, a sound that quickly morphs into a cry when the bite of the belt meets her flesh again. But she opens her mouth and breathes out a shaky, “Two.” This continues, each slap making her skin redder and her trembling voice hoarser. With each pass of the leather against her skin, I make sure to rub away the burn before continuing. By the time I’ve struck nine, I’m not sure who is being punished here anymore. Not with the view of her pussy I have, showing me that she is, in fact, loving the fuck out of this.
Smack.
“Ten.” She gasps, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and clamping down on it hard.
I toss the belt down, drop to my knees behind her spread legs, and take my first deep breath of her scent while I rub my hands over her cheeks to ease the burn, getting fucking high off it even more than I am off working her body. Fucking hell, if this is how turned on she gets by my belt, I’m going to have fun breaking her in, and goddamn, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it. So is she if the arousal wetting her thighs is anything to judge it by.
The last thought I have before I lean forward and bury my face in her pussy is that this woman might very well be my kryptonite because I could easily become addicted to this.