And then he was gone.
The bed shifted and he moved off the mattress. She ached for him to return. Her mind faltered at his sudden absence.
“What...where’d you go?” She strained to hear his movements, turning her head in an attempt to catch a sound. Any sound. Her grip on the headboard loosened and all the doubt and mistrust started to descend on her.
The light trace of something soft tickled down her chest and around her bellybutton. She jerked away, clenching the bar. He was still there.
“Trust me, Cali.” His voice was deep and tender, so intimate in the darkness that surrounded her.
The object returned. The scent of leather invaded her nose, teasing her with the image of a flogger as the individual strands flirted over her nipples then up the length of her leg, only to disappear.
No
. A light touch against the sole of her foot, the inside of her knee, down her side.
God
. The tantalizing, teasing strokes where everywhere, but nowhere she really needed them.
Then the strips landed in a hard, sharp slap across her stomach. She jumped at the unexpected action, surprised at the sting of pain and even more shocked as the heat radiated downward to warm her pussy. Her hands loosened on the rail, but his grip was immediately there, clamping over hers.
“Don’t let go.” The hard edge in his voice made her hands clench on the bar before he backed away.
Her entire body was tense with expectation. What would he do next? Her breath was labored, her lip clasped between her teeth as her muscles tightened once again in wait. There was a small clicking noise, followed by the hushed rustle of material and the thread of a zipper. Was he undressing?
“Jake?” she tentatively spoke into the silence.
The whisper of softness against the heated flesh of her pussy had her panting and clinging to the edge of an orgasm. She was so ready to tumble over, every nerve ending just waiting for one more touch.
“Not yet, Cali,” Jake ordered, his warm breath caressing her ear. How’d he get there? “Not ’til I say so.”
Really? A groan escaped from deep in her throat. A sound of protest and desire mixed with desperation. Then he kissed her, hot, searing lips against hers. The surprise of the attack as potent at the kiss itself. His tongue warmed her mouth and rolled with hers in a passionate demand.
She strained for him, her hands slipping off the bar. Immediately his lips were gone, his hand gripped tightly around hers. “I told you not to let go.” He guided her fingers back around the bar. “Hold on or I’ll bind you. Can I trust you?”
Trust. There it was again. “I’ll hold on,” she said and added a small, “Sorry, sir.” And she was. She didn’t want to lose his trust. It was suddenly as important to her as the acts they were doing together.
His touch was gone again, leaving her empty and aching once more. Her lips tingled from his kiss while every other part of her body throbbed for his touch. The mattress pitched as his weight returned. She was so tuned in to him that she swore she felt his heat, knew he was there, crouched between her legs.
She heard the slow, deep pants of his breath that he seemed to be struggling to control and hide. She bit her tongue to keep quiet. To wait for him as he told her to do. The anticipation increased her desire.
Several long seconds later, she was rewarded. He closed his mouth over her aching pussy in another sudden attack that constricted every muscle in her body. She cried out. She heard the sound echo in the room without realizing she’d let it go. The response was automatic, one she couldn’t have withheld if she’d tried.
But she didn’t want to.
She wanted Jake to hear it all. Just like he’d ordered.
This time he didn’t leave. His tongue heated her smooth flesh then flicked against her waiting clit. She jerked as he repeated the touch and inserted a finger into her. The combination almost unglued her.
“Please, Jake,” she begged. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” he demanded, his voice carrying a tone of reprimand. “Wait ’til I say.”
Another finger entered her wet channel. She whimpered while thrusting her hips into the intrusion and the hot warmth of his mouth. A sharp inhale caught the tangy sent of her arousal, of what he was doing to her. She needed more but at the same time was almost afraid of the aching flood of yearning building within her. His tongue circled her entrance, taunting her with the possibility without fulfilling the promise. With his expert touch and knowing way, Jake held her at that point, the very edge of what she could endure while he fondled and licked her repeatedly.
His lips closed around her clit and this time he sucked. Hard. Pulling on the sensitive flesh until she cried out against the blend of pain and pleasure on the overstimulated bud. Her skin was hot and damp, her body flushed, her mind incoherent.
All she knew was his mouth, his fingers, his touch on her.
Him.
His teeth scraped over her aching clit and she clung to the edge with a flimsy hold. His fingers withdrew from her, leaving her feeling empty. For one brief second he pulled away completely, depriving her of all touch.
“No,” she cried, arching toward him.
Another second, filled only by her raspy breath.
Finally, a harsh, “Come, Cali,” ground against her mind as his fingers thrust into her and his mouth clamped over her clit. And she flew, obeying the command without hesitation, crashing through the climax on wave after wave of pure sensation.
Her mind shattered with her body, her muscles tensing and clenching as she gasped for breath and reached for still more until she thought she would die from the continued wave of heat and bliss that exploded within her. Slowly she descended, shivering as he moved away. She was at once relieved and lost when his touch receded.
Her fingers were still fastened to the bar, tight and cramping from the frantic hold. Her lungs heaved for air, the sound loud and harsh in the quiet room. The quick, unmistakable ripping of foil shot through her, immediately bringing her body back to life and putting her mind on alert. Her head jerked in the direction of the noise, her lips parting in a silent plea for what it meant.
“Yes, Cali,” Jake confirmed. “I’m going to fuck you.”
Her body fired once again at his words. “Yes,” she panted. “Please. Fuck me, Jake.”
Who was this person begging for sex? Wanting more of everything he’d given her? She wasn’t certain, but right then—in that moment—she loved her.
Chapter Six
She was unbelievable.
Cali was real. Honest. Truly magnificent in her response to everything he’d done to her. There was no act or pretense behind her emotions. What she showed was one hundred percent real. Not what she thought he wanted to see, but what she was truly feeling. He was certain of that.
She trusted him enough to give him everything.
And it turned him on until his dick throbbed with the need for release.
Damn
. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hard. The last time he’d ached to fuck a sub. There were only a few of his long-term clients he did that with. He definitely didn’t with a new sub. One who wasn’t even a contracted client.
Control. He was supposed to be in control, but he felt anything but that. The blindfold had been as much for him as her. He didn’t want her to see how she was affecting him. Didn’t think he could keep his emotions from showing.
He stared at her now, bound, spread and trembling.
Fucking beautiful
.
She was sleek and toned but with enough curves to be real. Her breasts were high, firm and proportioned, with stiff, rosy nipples that were as sensitive as the rest of her and begged to be sucked and plucked. She was rounded where she was supposed to be, which Jake liked so much better than the gaunt and starved look so many women in the club strived to maintain. A woman was meant to be soft. Inviting.
Tempting.
Jake moved onto the mattress, his sheathed cock straining for her warmth. She jerked, a gasp escaping her parted lips, making him bite his own lip to stay silent.
Deprivation was part of his dominance over her. It was what Cali needed that night to make every sensation that much more intense and powerful. After keeping her grounded with his touch, he removed it until she begged to have it back. He was certain she’d been expecting something different. More blatant and hard-core. Which is why he’d gone the other way.
Watching her submit to this more subtle approach to dominance was even sweeter. Making her want him, what he alone could give her, was the ultimate turn-on. Any Dom could whip her, order her to submit. But not every Dom would take the time to earn her submission and she was too inexperienced to understand the difference.
Jake only wanted what she’d give him. What he earned. He’d push her, eventually. But first, he needed her trust.
He ran his hands up her legs and felt her muscles contract under his touch. He swallowed a groan as he braced himself over her, careful to avoid touching her. Her skin gleamed in a fine sheen of sweat that matched his own. He dipped his head to let his lips brush against hers then leaned back.
“God, Jake,” she pleaded as her head lifted to follow him, her lips seeking his. “Please. Touch me.”
He inhaled in satisfaction before slowly lowering his body, using every muscle he had to control his descent onto her. First his legs, then his pelvis and finally his torso until he touched her skin to skin, head to toe. It felt amazing.
Cali felt amazing.
She sighed into his weight, which he kept balanced on his forearms to keep from crushing her. He kissed her shoulder and she stretched her neck to give him more room. She tasted like salt and sin.
Just like her pussy had. A taste that still sat on his tongue, teasing him with the lingering flavors.
“I want to touch you,” she said softly, her grip loosening on the bar.
“No,” he barked and watched her fingers tighten once again. “Trust me.”
His dick was hard and aching where it rested between the juncture of her thighs. Directly against her hot, wet pussy. So close to what they both wanted, but not quite there. It was a tease, another touch that tested his control while depriving her. He moved his hips and let his erection slide up and down against her wetness. She moaned, her hips arching in an attempt to increase the touch.
He stopped. “No, Cali.”
She stilled, her chest heaving under his.
“Trust me.”
She licked her lips and nodded.
Damn, she was incredible. She had all the instincts and desires to be an incredible sub.
It was tempting, very tempting, to want so much more with her.
He clenched his teeth and reminded himself that this was just a Scene. One night. That was all. He had no claim to her. But for the first time ever, that thought angered him.
He nipped her shoulder, his teeth nibbling a trail up her neck to her ear. “Trust me to fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked. To give you everything you’ve ever wanted out of sex. And then more.” His low murmur of words sent off a shiver that he felt go through her entire body. She was so ready for him.
“Yes,” she panted, turning her head to kiss his jaw. Her lips were soft, butterfly light against his rough skin. “Just do it soon.”
He swallowed a chuckle. A perfect sub, she was not. But then, he’d had plenty of ‘perfect subs’ and they all paled in comparison to Cali. A sharp thrust of his hips brought the whimper he sought from her. But it also cost him another thread of his control. He had to have her soon.
He inhaled and let her musky scent infuse him. He licked the shell of her ear before moving to her lips. Her tongue met his stroke for stroke, her passionate response raising his own until he almost forgot it was a Scene.
Forgot where he was.
He positioned his hips, kept her tongue entangled and her mind distracted until he was poised and ready at her entrance. He yanked his mouth from hers and looked at her. Her lips were red, swollen and parted—waiting. Her chest heaved with deep, heavy breaths, her hands clenched tightly to the bar over her head.
The site nearly sucked the breath out of him.
At that moment he wanted to see her eyes. To fully see her expression as he entered her.
Fuck
.
Not giving himself time to think or give in to the foreign feeling, he arched his back and thrust his hips, impaling his rock hard cock into her waiting flesh.
The groans echoing in the room was equal parts his and hers. She felt even better than he had imagined. Her hot warmth encased him and he gritted his teeth to hold still, to let her absorb the feeling.
To make her beg for more.
Sweat beaded on his neck and trailed in rivers down his back from the struggle to withhold the instinct to move. She squirmed under him, hips flexing against his.
Then finally, he got what he wanted.
“Jake, please,” Cali gasped. “Fuck me.”
Would he ever.
* * *
He felt like heaven.
Damn
. It was amazing to have a dick in her once again. Actual warm, heated flesh. Not a toy. Not a battery-operated anything.
But a man.
Yes
. She rejoiced at that sensation alone. He was big, and she felt so incredibly, wonderfully full. Mentally, she almost came when he entered her. The realization that her seven-year dry spell was over was enough to make her convulse in release. But she didn’t want it to end so soon.
No. She wanted this to last for as long as possible. He had no idea how truly important the night was for her. Monumental in so many ways, it felt like the very foundation of her life was being ripped open and redrawn.
“Move, Jake,” she begged. “God, please, please move.”
Her body was crawling with the need for more. That empty, undefined sensation that there was something much bigger and better just out of reach and she wanted it. Now.
“Patience, Cali,” Jake gritted out. With a control that boarded on maddening, Jake slowly drew his cock out then pushed it back in.
Her muscles rippled around his hardened flesh, sending waves of tingling awareness through her entire body.
“More.” She wiggled under him, trying to feel more, get him to move more.
He stopped.
Damn it
. “Who’s in control here?”
He was, of course. She was ready to curse at him, the expletive poised on the tip of her tongue and prepared to exit. But she bit it back, retaining
her
control.
He pulled out, exiting her body.
No
.
“Fuck you,” she panted, unable to stop herself now. “You’re in control. Complete control, so just fuck me.” She wouldn’t cry, she swore to herself as she squeezed her eyes closed. The blindfold was suddenly a huge blessing. He didn’t need to see how his actions affected her.
She would not be that vulnerable again for anyone.
“Easy, Cali,” he breathed into her ear. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Her heart raced, her emotions a riot of mixed information vacillating between what her mind said and her body felt.
“Focus. Stop thinking and feel.” His mouth closed around a nipple, giving it a hard bite then teasing it until she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Have I let you down yet?”
“No,” she consented.
Immediately his cock reentered her, driving all the way in with one hard plunge.
“Yes,” she cried out, aching for movement. But she stayed quiet when she longed to beg. Held in her frustration and felt her desire rise, the contained words just one more thing bursting to break free. The combination did exactly as Jake had said.
It made her want it all. Made her feel ready to explode.
He scooped his arms under her, cupping around her back and lifting her torso against his. Her arms and legs ached to encircle him. To hold him tight and not let him go. He fastened his mouth on the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulder and finally—finally—he moved. A slow, steady pace of thrusts that made her body sing.
Her head dropped back and she reveled in the pleasure. A moan grew from the depths of her chest and was released on a long, low exhale. His mouth found her nipple once again, the hot, wet moisture and following bite firing straight to her pussy.
“Jake,” she cried. His name was the only coherent thought she could make. Everything else was focused on how she felt. Exactly as he’d wanted. The rustling of the sheets as they moved, the low rasp that came from Jake with each drive, the hot, slick wetness of their bodies as they rubbed together. Every sound, every touch added to the swirling feeling of combustion igniting within her.
A deep, guttural grunt echoed in her ear as Jake increased the pace, his rhythm becoming harder, more urgent. “Cali,” he groaned. The hint of desperation in the single word eased into her like a small river of hope.
The deep, musky smell of sex and sweat and Jake surrounded her—them. She was so close, her body tingled everywhere, even her toes. She could feel the build, the rising crest like a wave slowly climbing to a height and holding right before it broke and crashed upon the rocks below.
And again, as if he could read her mind, he read her body. Suddenly his hand was there, in between them, his finger rubbing over her aching and swollen clit, pressing hard with the thrust of his cock.
“Come for me, Cali.”
Instantly she flew. Her mind completely blanked behind the darkness as every nerve and cell in her body spasmed and convulsed into another mind-shattering orgasm.
Vaguely she recognized that sound was coming from her mouth, but it was a mix of incoherent words, whimpers and probably curses. Then she felt him tense, along with a series of quick hard drives that ended in a deep, guttural moan of his own.
Cali was lost in the moment.
She writhed against him, sweat making them sleek and smooth where they rubbed each other. The muscles on his back bunched and strained through his release, the ripple of movement running against her palms in an erratic rhythm.
Slowly her muscles relaxed, her mind returning to conscious thought as she struggled to once again catch her breath. Their heavy pants mingled in the air, and then the blindfold was gone. She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light and come into focus.
What she saw stole the breath she was desperately trying to regain.
Jake was watching her with an intensity that crossed into intimate. The chiseled angles of his face were relaxed. His eyes searched hers, looking for something she was incapable of comprehending. Sweat soaked the ends of his hair and one lone bead of moisture ran a lazy trail down the side of his face.
“You let go,” he stated quietly, but a lazy curl of his lips softened the curt statement.
It was only then she realized her arms circled his shoulders. His skin was hot and smooth under her hands.
“Sorry,” she whispered, the moment too intimate to break with noise.
He gave a low chuckle. “A perfect sub, you’re not.”
She shrugged, unable to define if his comment was a reprimand or a praise. “I’ve never been one before. I have no idea what a perfect sub is,” she told him honestly. “But I liked everything you did.” She licked her lips, her hands running lazy circles over his back. “Thank you.”
His gaze held hers, his mouth thinning briefly before he shifted, pulled out and rolled away, deftly removing the condom and disposing of it. She shivered, a reflex to the sudden absence of his heat. He stood and efficiently moved to undo the cuffs and release her ankles, tenderly stroking and rubbing her feet and legs to restart the circulation.
The second she was free, Cali curled to her side and tried to process all she was feeling. All that had happened. She blinked hard, forcing back the sudden threat of tears. Where were they coming from?
His chest pressed against her back before his arm circled her, tugging her against him. He tucked his arm under her head then forced her to relax against it until she was completely encompassed within his warmth. She felt almost cocooned in safety.
Which only pushed the tears closer to the surface.
“It’s okay,” he murmured against her ear, his leg lifting to drape over hers. “The crash is normal. You’ve experienced a lot. Don’t be ashamed of the tears. Of what you feel. I’ve got you.”
Yeah, he did. And that scared her even more than every act she’d committed since entering The Den. She wanted nothing more than to lay there protected in his arms. To fall asleep and wake up with him still surrounding her.
But this was a Scene.
That was it.
A short time of mutual interaction. Nothing more.