Not Safe for Work (8 page)

He pushed himself up, and I slid a pillow under him.

“Back down.”

He sank down onto the pillow, and the handcuffs creaked and jingled as he opened and closed his fists. He must’ve known what I had in mind, especially as I got up, undressed and rummaged around in a nearby drawer. If not, between the tearing foil, the soft crinkling of the condom as I rolled it on, and the click of the lube bottle, he was probably catching on by now.

Oh, if he only knew.

I joined him on the bed again. “Legs apart.”

He spread them obediently, and I knelt between them.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said, “but you’re not going to come.”

His hands tightened into fists and stayed that way.

“Understand?” I asked.

He nodded.

“
Understand?
”

“Yes.” He took a deep breath, and as he released it, his hands slowly relaxed. “I won’t… I won’t come.”

“Good.” I poured some lube on my fingers, and started teasing his ass with one. As I slid it inside him, working it in a little at a time so I wouldn’t hurt him, he moaned. His legs were shaky, toes curling into the sheets. The second finger prompted a longer, lower moan, one that reverberated down my spine and made me thankful as fuck he was blindfolded. His eyes were probably squeezed shut anyway, judging by the tension in his forehead and cheeks, but he didn’t need to see me struggling to keep my breathing slow and even. I was beyond ready to be balls-deep inside him, and he was ready to take me—both fingers moved easily in and out of his tight hole—but I wanted to draw this out. Tease him. Torture him.

With one hand, I finger-fucked him, and with the other, I ran the Wartenberg wheel over his skin. Hips. Thighs. Inner thighs. Each time I rolled it anywhere near his cock and balls, he clenched around my fingers, and each time I crooked my fingers inside him, he arched into the Wartenberg wheel’s spikes.

Carefully, as gently as possible, I rolled the tiny wheel across his balls.

He tensed but didn’t move, and tightened so hard I couldn’t move my fingers at all for a second. “Fuck. That’s…”

“Breathe,” I said.

He exhaled slowly. Then he took in a deep breath through his nose. As he let that out, I ran the spines over his balls again, and he shuddered as the most amazing, helpless, strangled cry escaped his lips.

“What’s wrong?” I taunted, rolling it back and forth over that sensitive area. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“N-no. Doesn’t hurt. Just—”

I ran the wheel along his rock-hard dick.

“—fuck!” His body shook and jerked as if torn between jumping out of his skin and staying as still as humanly possible while cold, sharp metal touched his cock. “Oh… God…”

I set the wheel aside, though I kept it within reach. Then, still fucking him with my other hand, I ran my fingertips down the same line along the underside of his cock, and he released a choked half sob. “So jumpy. It’s just my fingers.”

He pressed his lips tightly together. Probably biting down on a “go fuck yourself” or something similar.

With another featherlight touch, I teased his balls. “Think you can handle more?” I finger-fucked him faster for emphasis.

“Y-yes.” He exhaled. “Please.”

Oh, he knew the way to this Dom’s heart. Overwhelmed, shaking, frustrated, and yet still practically begging for more.

I withdrew my fingers. Without a word, I put some more lube on the condom, positioned myself against him and slid my cock into his well-prepped hole. He whimpered as I eased in. I barely kept myself quiet—fucking him was hot enough. Fucking him while he was cuffed to a bed, blindfolded and eagerly taking anything I gave him? It was a wonder I kept myself from grabbing his hips and pounding him until I came.

All in due time, though. I wasn’t done teasing him. As I rocked my hips, taking long, deep strokes inside him, I picked up the Wartenberg wheel again.

This time, when the spines met his flesh, he damn near sent me over the edge. The wheel had barely grazed his inner thigh when he cried out, tightened around my dick, and jolted so hard he almost knocked me off balance. I recovered, though, and kept rolling the spiky wheel across his skin as I steadily fucked him.

Rick…was losing…his
mind
. He murmured curses and words I didn’t understand. Twisting, arching, trembling—he tightened his hands into fists, the muscles in his arms standing out just like the cords on his neck as he arched and trembled. As tight and hard as he was, I wondered just how tall of an order it was for him to resist coming, but he held back.

I, on the other hand, was getting dizzier by the moment. I couldn’t focus, and I didn’t want to accidentally stab him with one of the spikes, so I tossed the wheel aside, grabbed on to his hips and let him have it. The bed squeaked, skin slapped skin, and Rick moaned and gasped as I fucked him hard. The sight of him…the sounds he made…my cock disappearing as deep as he could take me…

I forced myself all the way inside him.

Shuddered.

And slumped over him.

“You,” I murmured in between gasps for breath, “are amazing.”

Chapter Eleven

Though I was the one who’d had an orgasm, Rick’s body had the consistency of a wet noodle as I unfastened his remaining cuffs. Not quite subspace—he was too hard and hadn’t been in actual pain—but he’d definitely done some flying, and he was still woozy even after I’d gotten my feet back under me.

After he’d had some water and his eyes were a little clearer, we headed upstairs to relax. He made it up the steps on his own power, though I kept an arm around his waist to be sure, and he pretty much melted onto the bed. I eased him down and pulled the covers up over both of us.

“I meant what I said downstairs,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“I didn’t do anything. I just laid there and took it.” He trailed unsteady fingers down my arm. “You, on the other hand…”

“Well, you couldn’t see what I was seeing.”

“I couldn’t see anything.”

I laughed and touched my forehead to his. “Smartass.”

He chuckled. I raised my chin and found his lips, and we kissed lazily. As he slid closer to me, his erection brushed my hip, and he jumped, breaking the kiss. “Sorry.”

“For what?” I reached between us. “For being turned on?”

“For—” He hissed sharply as I started stroking him. “I…”

I closed my fingers loosely around his cock. “I’m not going to blame you for getting turned on.” I slowly ran my hand up and down. “I’d be a hypocrite, wouldn’t I?” Leaning in, I added, “I’m always turned on around you.”

Before he could respond, I kissed him and tightened my grip just slightly. He moaned into my kiss and fucked into my fist, his whole body trembling as his hips and my hand moved together.

“I never did make you come,” I murmured. “Seems like I should do something about that. Especially since I didn’t make it easy for you. Did I?”

“N-no.” He pushed his cock into my hand. “Not at all.”

“But you held out anyway, so I think you deserve to be rewarded. Should I get you off, Rick?”

He licked his lips, nearly brushing mine in the process. “If…if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please.”

I kissed him again, full on, and whispered, “Since you asked so nicely, I will.”

“Thank you,” he breathed.

Lifting myself up, I added, “And you don’t have to hold back now. I want you to enjoy it, and when you’re ready to come, I want you to come.”

He closed his eyes and exhaled, and I wondered for a moment if he might come right then and there.

He didn’t, though, so I took the lube from the nightstand and poured some on my fingers. With my dry hand, I pulled the sheets back, and Rick was already parting his legs before I’d even moved myself into position.

“Oh God…” He closed his eyes.

I laughed. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“No, but you’re going to. I know you—”

I pressed my lubed fingers between his cheeks. “You know I’m what?”

He gulped, kneading the mattress. “You’re—”

Both fingers slid into him. “Answer me, Rick.”

He took a breath, but I pushed my fingers deeper and bent them, reducing whatever he thought to say to a soft moan.

“I’m only going to make it tougher for you to talk.” I started fucking him with my fingers, making sure to rub them across that sweet spot inside. “So you’re better off answering me—”

“I know you’re going to make me feel incredible.” The words came tumbling out. “You…always do.”

“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”

With that, I leaned down and took his cock between my lips. He was almost soundless now, breathing hard and whispering curses, but it was like he couldn’t find enough air to cry out or even groan, and I loved it. The more I stroked and sucked him, the more I finger-fucked him, the quieter and shakier he became.

“Goddamn,” he finally managed to murmur. “Want…to enjoy this, but…” He clenched around my fingers and stiffened between my lips. “Gonna come.”

I groaned around his dick.

“Gonna… Oh my God…”

I pressed my fingers against that sweet spot again, and with my mouth, gave him everything I had.

“
Fuck!
” He released a ragged breath. Tensed. Swore. Gasped.

And then semen rushed across my tongue as his hips jerked and twitched.

“Oh my God…” He sank back down to the mattress. “Fuck.”

I withdrew my fingers and came back up to him. Before I’d even had a chance to clean the lube off my hand, though, he grabbed me and kissed me. Deep, hard, breathless—Christ, he was going to turn me on all over again.

“Your mouth is…” He dragged his lips across mine. “I…”

I silenced him with another kiss. “Now you know what happens when you do as you’re told.”

“In that case, I can’t think of much I wouldn’t do.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I got up to wash my hands. When I returned to bed, we cuddled up under the covers again.

Before too long, Rick dozed off.

As I watched him sleep, I could see traces of every facet of Rick that I knew about. This was the gentler side of him—the submissive who surrendered completely and beautifully—but the CEO was still there too. He was one of those people who carried his tension in his forehead, and even now, as he lay totally relaxed in my arms, the faint grooves were visible. Time and work had worn lines into the corners of his eyes and grayed him slightly, but he wore it well. He was one of those guys who looked distinguished with some silver in his hair.

Admittedly, I was curious what he’d looked like when he was younger. And what he’d been like back then. Had he always had money? Or had he clawed his way up from ramen noodles and studio apartments? Was he always ambitious, or had there been a rebellious period when his parents had wrung their hands and wondered if he’d ever get his shit together?

Well, wherever he’d started, he’d made it, and somewhere along the lines, our paths had crossed, and he’d made it into my bed.

I still couldn’t believe we were even here. That I was lying here, and that he’d gone from Rick Pierce to…Rick. Literally overnight, he’d gone from “client to be pleased at all costs” to a man sharing my bed with me.

I brushed a few strands of hair off his forehead. I knew better than to imagine this was anything more than it was, but everything just fit. Although it was still hard to believe this was real, it didn’t feel weird. Nothing felt out of place. In the office, he was miles above me. In the bedroom, he was on his knees below me. And afterward, when the work day was over and the dust had settled, we landed on level ground.

It really was level ground, wasn’t it? He gave me control, and I gave him domination, and when all was said and done, we both had what we needed. It was a degree of equality that only came with a perfect balance of dominance and submission.

I was deluding myself if I thought I had a chance at more than some kinky evening fun with Rick, but I rather enjoyed that delusion, so I let it continue. Lying here beside him, watching him sleep while my body still ached from the kind of sex I’d been missing for too many years, it was an easy delusion to believe.

His eyelids fluttered. Slowly, they slid open, and when he met my gaze, his smile turned my insides to liquid.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Sorry. I must’ve… How long have I been out?”

“Not too long.”

“Feels like ages.”

“Nah.” I kissed his cheek. “You know how it is—playing does weird things to your sense of time.”

“So does sleeping.” He rubbed his eyes. “And holy fuck, that thing you used…the wheel…”

“It’s a Wartenberg wheel.”

“Yeah. That. It’s so
weird
. And then you’d touch me with your fingers and…” He squirmed.

I laughed. “That’s the idea.”

“It’s an evil idea.”

“You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Of course I was.” He met my gaze. “I was tied up and being fucked with.”

Rick, never leave this bed.

I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Speaking of fucking with you, you’re back in the office on Thursday, right?”

His eyes lost focus for a second. “I’d have to look.”

“Good. Check for me.”

He nodded.

“Because when you come back to my office, I’ve got a little present for you.”

He held my gaze, and his eyebrows slowly rose, as if he were reading between the lines. “A present?”

“Mmhmm.” I ran my hand up the middle of his chest, through the fan of thin, dark hair. “You distracted me all day. Made the day ten times as long.” I inclined my head. “And I saw you snickering when Marie caught me being distracted.”

His eyes widened. “I…”

“You were, weren’t you?”

He nodded, his expression sheepish.

“Mmhmm. That’s what I thought.” I curved my hand around the back of his neck. “I think I’m going to punish you for that.”

“Punish?” He gulped. “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go downstairs, and I’ll show you.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Is that a problem?”

He stiffened. “No! Of course not. Just…um…not sure what you’re plotting.”

“Only one way to find out.”

We both put on jeans but didn’t bother with shirts. Then I took him by the hand and led him back down to the basement. He’d been in here before, but this was the first time he looked truly uneasy. Not as if he had the safe word at the tip of his tongue, but as he eyed our surroundings and rocked from his heels to the balls of his feet, he gave off the distinct vibe of a submissive who knew shit was about to push some of his less pleasant boundaries.

I opened one of the cabinets and went straight for the rack beneath the spreader bars. There, I found the toy I’d been thinking of ever since he’d smothered that laugh in the meeting.

“Here we are.” I turned around and held it up.

Rick’s lips parted. “Oh fuck.”

“You know what this is, don’t you?”

“Yeah. It’s a…cock cage.”

“And its purpose?”

He swallowed. “Cock and ball torture.”

“Precisely.” I ran my finger along the strap, letting the steel rings clink together. “You ever worn one before?”

He nodded. “Not that exact type, but…close.”

“Good. So you know they’re a little inconvenient?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, since you snickered at the meeting while Marie gave me shit”—I held up the cock cage—“on Thursday morning, before you leave for the office, I want you to put this on.”

“On…on myself?”

“Well, unless you think Dion would hold still.”

Rick snorted, but then he shook himself and stared at the cock cage. “I’m… How does…”

“Want me to show you?”

He shot me a wide-eyed look, probably wondering if I was joking.

I undid the strap. “Might be easier if you dropped trou.”

Rick blinked.

I nodded toward the floor.

He eyed me. “You’re serious.”

I held his gaze. He held mine.

Gulping, he reached for his belt.

I stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Just fucking with you
this
time.”

“Asshole,” he muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

“That’s what I thought.” I held up the device. “It’s actually easier than it looks. Dick goes through the rings, strap goes around your balls.”

“Jesus.” He grimaced. “That sounds comfortable.”

“Well, I wouldn’t wear it to the gym or anything, but it’s not that bad.” I handed the cage to him. “Put it on Thursday morning. And I want proof that it’s on.”

“I don’t imagine we’ll have much opportunity for an inspection at the office.”

“No, probably not. But smartphones are good for some things.” I gestured at the device I’d just given him. “I want that one, and I want photographic proof by nine o’clock Thursday morning.”

He chuckled. “You do realize you’re asking me to send you a dick pic.”

“No.” I arched my eyebrow. “I’m
telling
you to send me proof that you’re doing as you were told.”

His smile vanished, and his Adam’s apple jumped.

“Are you protesting?”

Rick shook his head. “No.”

“Good. Then I’ll expect a text from you at nine o’clock.”

He stared at me. I was about to ask again if he was objecting, but then he gulped, nodded and whispered, “Nine o’clock. Got it.”

This was going to be fun…