BreakMeIn (12 page)

Her breath fanned his ear for a moment before she fisted her
hand around his hard shaft. His chest hitched and he hissed out a breath at the
heady sensation. Flesh, so delicate and feminine despite the rough touch, held
him and measured the weight of his fully erect cock.

Her hand danced over his throbbing shaft, her fingers
curling around to cradle him. Blood and adrenaline coursed through him, setting
his entire body on fire. He strained against his bindings, totally at her
mercy, as her hand slid down to the base.

As his skin quivered against her touch his lower body
tightened in anticipation as she started to trace circles against his hip. She
ran her hand so slowly up the length, convincing him she would never reach the
head. But when she finally did she dragged her thumb over the tip, smearing the
drop of pre-cum that had collected there.

Her hand began moving, up and down, on his shaft. The
tension she’d just spent so much time building coalesced into a brilliant ball
of heat at the base of his dick. He jerked a few times against her touch,
desperate for relief. Panic began to override reason again when he realized her
intent.

“Elena, no.”

“Don’t spill all over my nice, pretty floor, Alexander.”

Her throaty command only served to heighten his fervent need
to come. His tenuous control was slipping by the moment. “Elena.”

Her hand moved over him, pumping fast and furious. Despite
the fact he struggled to hold himself in place, his hips started to thrust,
fucking himself into her fist. Pleasure raced through his body, from the balls
of his feet to his head, screaming for release.

“I won’t be pleased if you come.”

“I have to come. I can’t—I can’t help it.”

“Yes, you can. I have faith in you because you want to
please me. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” He growled, his chest rumbling from the force. “Dammit,
Elena, I can’t do this.”

“You can and you will.” Her hand slapped his ass, a sharp
flash of pain furthering his frustration instead of blunting it. The telling
edge of orgasm sharpened. His testicles drew up tight, his heavily veined shaft
straining away from his body. The crown was flushed almost purple, ready to
burst as she handled him with a brutality he hadn’t expected her to possess.

And it turned him on mightily.

The urge to spill his seed flourished, the gut-wrenching
sensation a signal her floor was about to get very, very messy.

No. No. No.

“Elena, please. Stop. I can’t—stop. I can’t.”

“You can. And you know how. The fact you haven’t so much as
thought about your safeword even once since I told you to means you don’t
really want to stop. Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He swallowed, sucking in air so rapidly his head was
starting to spin. “I don’t want to make you angry.”

“I could never be angry with you. Displeased, however, would
be another matter.”

“Yes. That. I don’t want to displease you.”

“Displease who?”

“You. Elena.” Her name ended on a strangled groan as he
fought back the orgasm demanding to be unleashed. “Elena, please. No. Don’t
make me do this.”

He curled his toes against the concrete, using the leverage
to mindlessly thrust into her fist despite his pleas. She pressed harder
against him, the feel of her naked flesh causing his blood to rage. She
continued to work his tormented dick, her hand so tight and so fucking amazing.

Thrusting up, he broke.

The tempo of his hips increased, faster and faster,
encouraging her pace to quicken as she relentlessly fucked her hand over him. The
power of the climax blindsided him just as another plea spilled from his lips.
His roar of release pounded away at him as he shot uncontrollably, her hand
moving rapidly over his jerking dick. He growled harsh and primal as he came in
hard, soul-searing spurts.

She whispered in his ear as his hips continued to thrust
while he fucked her fist, milking every drop of cum he had to give. He came
hard—longer than he ever had before, his body shaking uncontrollably from the
force. His straining muscles burned and trembled, every muscle in his body tight
as he emptied himself all over her concrete floor.

The harsh power of his release buckled his knees so he had
to lean against her for support. Her fingers tickled along his softening shaft
as she held him, his heartbeat roaring in his ears as he fought to regain his
senses.

He felt her pull away, reaching up to flip the catches to
release the cuffs from the chain. “When you lower your arms do it slowly. Let
the blood flow return gradually.”

She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, waiting while he
regained his balance and brushing his sweaty hair away from his face. She
waited patiently until his legs stopped shaking, until he was able to stand
under his own power before allowing her arm to fall away. The chains rattled
together as she set them to the side, gentle hands rubbing over the marks that
had been left behind.

A deep sense of hopelessness washed over him. He’d ruined
everything by not being able to follow her commands. Some fucking submissive he
was. Guess this kind of life wasn’t for him after all.

Lifting his head, he found her gaze. “I failed you. I’m
sorry.”

Blinking, he stared at the bucket of sudsy water she nudged
toward him with her foot. “Clean up after yourself. I’ll be back in a moment to
check your work. Don’t displease me again.”

Elena grumbled noiselessly as she pushed her hands through
her hair. Her body shook from the aftermath of Alex’s climax as though she’d
come right along with him. Her body ached however, a painful reminder she
hadn’t. She’d have to make do with her hand and a vibrator after she sent him
on his way.

More than anything she wanted to peek around the partition
to see him, but she knew with absolute certainty he was already her weakness. A
sub on his hands and knees following orders had always been her downfall. And
the exact reason she’d rarely allowed a sub to be on his knees in her presence.

For her the position was more intimate than kissing.

Blowing out a shaky breath, she clutched the counter, using
the dull pain to ground her.
Focus.
The buzz through her eased, allowing
her to think a bit more rationally about what she would face when she walked
back into the room.

Since Alex was a newbie and no doubt stunned by what
happened, he wouldn’t do as she’d asked. She needed the spot of reality to
further add to his education. She’d have to go back out there, order him to
clean up the mess while she watched his gorgeous body move and work.

Splashing cold water on her face, she desperately tried not
to think about how much what had just happened out there affected her. She knew
he’d have some kind of reaction to the thought of being hit, but she’d never
expected this kind of intensity. She needed to be Alex’s guiding hand through
this, showing him she was shaken wouldn’t do. At all.

She felt as though she could carry out the rest of her plan
without letting her feelings cloud the issue. He would need some kind of
aftercare, especially to help offset the fact she’d hit him so many times. Feeling
as though she was more prepared, that she could handle this with the needed
iron fist, she stepped out into the room again, approaching him from the side.

The sight she found shattered her carefully laid out plans.

Alex knelt by the bucket, his hands folded behind his back,
his knuckles grazing the hard curve of his ass. His muscles were relaxed, but
poised as though he was prepared to endure the wait for as long as necessary.

The remnants of his orgasm had been washed away, the
concrete floor gleaming wetly under the room’s soft lighting. Despite his
earlier statement he gave no indication he felt any kind of remorse for his
loss of control and subsequent punishment. The only clue was the slight
tightening of his body as he waited.

“Oh Alex.”

The breathless quality of her voice must have triggered his
alarm. His head snapped up and their gazes met. Worry and doubt colored those
fathomless blue eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She crossed to him, reaching out to catch his hand as he
started to stretch for the scrub brush. “My sweet Alex. You’ve done everything
right. Better than I could have ever dreamed of.” She kissed knuckles still red
from the scalding-hot water she’d given him. Damn him for being so obedient. “Come
with me.”

He swayed slightly when he stood, an indication he wasn’t
used to kneeling for long periods of time. His first few steps were shaky and
uneven, but he found his stride as they crossed the room.

Alex gave a deep sigh as he sank onto the bed, his body
relaxing entirely as his eyes dropped closed. Elena watched him for a few
moments, simply enjoying the quiet rise and fall of his chest as he succumbed
to his body’s exhaustion. He’d faced everything she’d thrown at him since he’d
entered the room with a level of bravery she admired.

She was so caught up in thinking how damn gorgeous he looked,
she jumped when his hand brushed against hers. “Please come lie with me.”

She reached out and ruffled his hair. “You are so hard to
resist, Alexander Conners.”

“Like a potato chip.”

Leaning over, she kissed his forehead. “You’re far better
than some greasy, salty snack any day. Besides, you’re easier on the hips.”

She turned, pulling at the ties and buckles holding her
clothing in place. She dumped the items in the drawer, extracting a silk
nightgown. As she started to slip the delicate garment over her head, she heard
him speak.

“Don’t cover up, please? I want…” He paused, his tongue
darting between his lips as though he needed a few moments to collect his
thoughts.

Her heart ached for him. A dangerous position for her, considering
the fact his education from her was over. Driven by his struggle and the
emotion coloring his words, she brushed a gentle hand against his cheek. “Tell
me what you want, Alexander. Don’t be afraid.”

His fingers tugged at the hem of the silk now brushing
against her thighs. “I don’t want anything between us.”

She smiled, walking around the bed and scooting beside him.
She fit her body against his, the warm brush of his thigh pushing the silk
against her mound. “There needs to be for right now.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know. You will.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Get
some rest. I won’t leave you. Promise.”

He stared at her for a long time, his gaze searching her
face for clues of her intent before he finally gave up and fell asleep.

* * * * *

Elena floated on a cloud of pleasure. Warm tingles buzzed
through her, her body soft and boneless as she lofted higher to a plane of
erotic ecstasy. The sensation rocked through her, pulling her along through a
heightened state of awareness so she was helpless to do anything more than
experience the wonder.

Her entire body throbbed.

Every muscle was tense, her body poised at the precipice of
utter ecstasy in wait for the glorious moment of rapture. The pleasurable dream
became reality when she realized Alex’s tongue was pushing against her pussy.
When her eyes opened their gazes met. A slight smile tugged at the corners of
his mouth as his tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh.

He consumed her, burying his face in her cunt like a man
possessed—or one who hadn’t eaten pussy in a very, very long time. Blood roared
in her ears, the throbbing of her silky-wet core reminding her she had done
nothing to take the edge off last night. His tongue pushed inside her, licking
shallow and fast. His throaty groan tugged at her insides.

He felt so damn fabulous touching her.

She loved watching the way his mouth sealed over her pussy.
The way his eyes went half lidded as he pleasured her. The way his sex-soaked
groan made her want to plead for him to not stop until he’d sent her spiraling
out of control.

Though it was everything she’d ever dreamed of, everything
she’d ever hoped for, she reminded herself he’d overstepped his boundaries.
They were in her room, a place where she needed to maintain complete control.

Both of him and herself.

“Stop.”

His body jerked. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“Yes.”

He immediately sat up, pulling away from her. “I’m only—I’m
sorry. I thought…hell, I don’t know what I was thinking. Screwing up,
obviously. Been doing that a lot apparently.”

Pulling her legs together, she sat up as she straightened
her nightgown around her thighs. She’d known exactly what he was thinking. Under
different circumstances she would have thought the same thing. “I’m going to
jump in the shower since I have to run to the office for a few hours. Why don’t
you get a little more rest?”

He buried his face in the pillow, sighing heavily as his
body relaxed in defeat. She bit her lip to keep from smiling. No doubt he
thought she needed something because he’d gotten off. Though that might be true
under normal circumstances, he didn’t understand the concept of D/s where the
dominant simply took pleasure from watching a sub find pleasure.

He might not have understood it yet—but he would.

With time.

His tongue had felt good between her legs. Good enough her
shower was going to have to be an icy one. He hadn’t asked for permission either
and she had no doubt once he did—she wouldn’t hesitate to allow him the
pleasure. Based on just the few seconds his tongue had been buried against her
she knew he would be damn good at getting her off with just a few fastidious
sucks.

Vivian had no idea what she’d let slip through her fingers.

Alex was breathing quietly when she stepped into the room
again fifteen minutes later. A sign he’d fallen asleep again. Good. Those dark
smudges under his eyes disturbed her. She moved to the other side of the room,
quietly preparing a pot of coffee. When it was finished she edged closer to the
bed, sipping from her mug.

Sometime during her shower Alex had flipped over onto his
stomach. The sheet bunched just under his buttocks, exposing him from nape to
tailbone. The position allowed her to view the faint red marks standing out on
his skin. Marks she had put there the previous evening with her flogger and
paddle.

The sight made her mouth water for the possibilities. Made
her want to rush him along to where he actually begged her to do what she’d
done last night, but it was a selfish wish and one she refused to condone.

This was about
him
not
her
.

She’d expected this process to be overwhelming for him, but
she hadn’t expected it to consumer
her
this much. So, like a good Domme,
she would adjust and make corrections based on her sub’s needs.

She already knew what questions she would face when he
finally surfaced from sleep. He wouldn’t understand why she’d done some of the
things she had. Why she’d stopped after jacking him off. Why she’d curled into
bed with him wearing a nightgown and followed him into sleep instead of seeking
her own orgasm. Why she’d stopped him after waking.

Questions she was fully prepared to answer because he
deserved those answers.

It there was anyone who did it was Alex Conners.

He stirred and she shifted to lean back in her seat to wait
for him to wake up in his own time. His head lifted, his hair mussed from
sleep. He still wore the wrist cuffs, but she could wait for him to address
them. She would force him to acknowledge the items as they weren’t something
she would allow him to simply dismiss. Nothing that happened last night could
be simply swept under the rug.

Nothing.

His eyes were hazed with sleep, but the dark circles were
gone. She smiled a little at his disheveled appearance. He had no idea he was
so handsome and extraordinary delectable right now. How much she wanted to
abandon this slow method and simply be with him. But those were emotions she
couldn’t give in to because he hadn’t asked for them.

“Hey.” His voice was thick with sleep. “How long have I been
out?”

She glanced to the small clock on the stand to her right. “Fourteen
hours total.”

“Christ.”

“Well, no. I don’t think he had anything to do with it.”

Alex snorted and flipped over, pulling the sheet around his
waist.
What a shame.
She noticed the cursory glance he gave the leather
at his wrists. Despite his notice of the cuffs he remained silent.

“You look confused.”

Alex stared up at the ceiling for a minute as he folded his
hands behind his head. “I’m trying to figure out how I can be angry with you.” He
paused, his gaze falling squarely on her as he sat up. “At the same time I want
to be buried inside you.”

Ah yes, the wicked dichotomy of the power exchange. “Interesting
paradox, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Elena bit back a smile. Clearly he
wasn’t convinced it was okay for him to enjoy what happened last night. Given
his past it wasn’t surprising. “I don’t…understand.”

“How you’re aroused at the idea of being hit?”

Alex heaved out a breath. “Yes.”

“Abuse victims will lie about the marks on their body. To
their loved ones. Even to themselves. Those marks on you now, would you lie
about them?”

“Of course not. I’d damn near say I’d be proud…well, hell.”

“Not hell. Sanctuary.” She crossed her legs, swinging her
foot. To say she was amused by his sudden realization was an understatement. Watching
someone new to the lifestyle work through the intricacies for surrender was
fascinating.

“I don’t know what to say or do after—”

“How about, ‘Is it all right if I take a shower, Elena?’ I
know you have questions, Alex. Ones I will gladly answer. So unless you want to
do it completely nude on the bed while I sit here fully dressed enjoying a
lovely cup of coffee…” Alex shook his head. “Shame. All right, well, I’m sure
Patrick wouldn’t mind if you use the facilities in his loft. Both he and
Allison are already at work for the day. Go get cleaned up and I’ll take care
of few things here.”

Twenty minutes later Alex returned wearing a pair of Patrick’s
pants and an oxford shirt unbuttoned and untucked. The restraints still circled
his wrists in a startling contrast to the long white sleeves and rumpled tan
slacks.

Yum.

What a gorgeous and tempting picture you make, Alex
Conners. You still have no idea of the kind of power you possess, do you?
You’re going to make some woman, some
Domme
, a very happy and fulfilled
woman once you learn how to wield all your power.

“Coffee?”

“Please.” He moved forward, his steps quiet against the
Persian rug as he joined her in the sitting area. As he sat she noticed nothing
in his posture to indicate any discomfort, but she needed to ask for her own
sanity.

“How is your back?”

He paused, his mug a few inches from his lips. “Surprisingly
well. Other than some redness I noticed when I looked in the mirror.”

“It will continue to fade.” A shame really, considering how
beautiful he looked earlier. She was almost tempted to strip him and order him
to lie on the bed just so she could stare at him again.
Almost.
“In a
few hours you won’t know anything occurred.”