Taking Courage (12 page)

He
joined her at the window, pressed his body deliciously into hers, and he sucked
her earlobe into his hot mouth.

“You've
been in my thoughts all day.” He blew on her wet lobe and sent a shiver down
her spine. “Do you see the fallen tree?”

“The one lying across the ravine?”

“That's
the one. The way the tree broke makes it easy to restrain someone.” He pressed
his hard cock into the seam of her ass. “There's just enough foliage out there
to shelter the view from everywhere but our building.”

“Have
you?” She regretted the question as soon as it slipped out. The thought of
Simon dominating anyone but her snagged a spur across her heart. The damn idea
left her stomach rolling uncomfortably.

“No,
I haven't, but I'd like to.” His hands reached across her stomach and took
possession of her breasts. “I know people who have, and they recommend it. I
recommend we don't wait for tomorrow night. I can't wait another minute before
having you.”

“Oh,
yes, Sir.” She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. A slight
adjustment of her feet made his cock press against the plug. All worries
fluttered away as desire and heat stole the show. Would he take her, right here
in his office, in front of the window? She had yet to know how his cock would
fill her. Dampness slipped down her inner thigh.

He
stepped back, and she turned to follow.

“Turn
back around and take off your clothes.” He sat on the edge of his desk and
crossed his arms. “Making me wait encourages me to punish you, and it only
delays the inevitable. Now, let me see your body.”

Her
focus returned to the ravine, and she slipped the buttons through the holes on
her blouse. Once free, the garment fell from her shoulders and floated to the
floor. Her hands trembled when she reached for her bra clasp.

“You're
doing a beautiful job. Relax, I'll take it from here.” He stepped next to her
and took the clasp from her hands.

He
removed the bra and dropped it on top of her blouse. One article at a time,
he'd strip her of all worries. There were no decisions to make or consequences
to consider. The time had come to give Simon the reins and let go. Old habits
told her to review her decision, but desire held tight.

After
he released her skirt's zipper, he pulled it down over her hips, and it pooled
at her feet. She stepped from the garment and her heels, then placed her hands
on the window sill, now in just her thigh-high stockings. Anticipation
thundered through her body, shaking her nerves awake.

“Your
body is mine.” His fingers found the plug. “Your plug is a nice dark purple. It
pleases me to know you followed my instructions and increased the size of the
plug. Did you enjoy training your body for me this week?”

“I
did, Sir.”

His
right hand snaked around her hip and dove into her folds, his possession obvious
as his fingers dipped into her pussy and dragged back across her clit. A shiver
danced up her spine. She searched the area behind the building. Not a soul could
be seen, not even a wild animal. The thought of being discovered took hold
anyway and heightened her desire.

His
fingers stilled at the entrance to her sex. The room was silent, no movement and
no sound. He waited, for what she wasn't sure. She sucked in a deep breath, discovery
no longer her concern.

His
left hand brushed her hair over her shoulder exposing her neck. His warm lips
nipped their way up her shoulder towards her ear, and his fingers entered her
pussy. A whimper slipped past her lips until she dragged her teeth across her
bottom lip. His fingers pushed in further, and his lips sucked on her earlobe.

Eyes
front, she didn't move. She wouldn't move, not until he told her to. Her body
simmered with desire everywhere he touched and everywhere he didn't.

When
he stepped away she wanted to run to him, but pushed her feet into the ground.

A
tinkling sound, possibly from chains, jingled behind her.

“Come
here.”

She
turned to him. He was relaxed in his chair, legs spread wide. The heel of his
hand stroked the ridge of his cock. She licked her lips. He grabbed her
attention with the object in his other hand.

Clamps.

It
had been some time since she'd played with clamps on her own, and she was most
certain he'd tighten them further than she ever dared. Anticipation ran rampant
through her.

“Come
here.”

She
stepped in between his legs. His hands grabbed hold of her hips, and he sucked
on her nipple. A zing sprang to her clit and back. The more he sucked the more
intense the feeling became. The bite of the clamp surrounded her nipple and
didn't let go.

She
looked down. Her smashed nipple stole her attention until he sucked on the
other nipple. Moisture dribbled down her inner thigh. As the pain rose, so did
her pleasure. The second clamp bit down, and she hissed. It was tighter than
the first, and that had been tighter than she'd ever tried. He tugged on the
chain increasing the pain and snapping her focus back to him.

“What
should you be thinking about?” His finger swiped through her folds and played
around the entrance to her pussy.

Her
lids slid closed, and pleasure raced around her body.

“Don't
make me repeat myself again.” He tugged on the chain.

“Just
what I'm ordered to, Sir.” Freedom raced through her. This man knew what she
needed. A new reason to submit entered her arena. The need to be open and
honest pushed her past her fears.

“That's
better.” A pleased looking smile lifted the corners of his lips.

Once
on his feet, he led her by the chain back to the window. Each tug sent a new
bolt of desire through her system. She was naked, her nipples were clamped, her
ass was plugged, and she was waiting for orders she prayed would lead her to a
hard fucking.

She
wanted to know what it felt like to be taken by this man.
The
one who didn't ignore her needs.
The one who believed
her when she said she wanted this.

He
released the chain, and she resumed her spot at the window. Her legs spread
wide, open for whatever he wanted.

His
hand returned to her core, now wetter than before. A tug on the chain and a push
of his fingers inside her channel pulsed desire with a renewed force.

In
that moment, she would do anything, whatever he commanded. His fingers pushed
and pulled through her pussy lips and raked over her clit. Simultaneous tugs on
her nipples and clit pushed an orgasm within reach.

A
zipper clicking and paper ripping filled the air, and seconds later his thick
cock head dipped past her entrance.

“I'm
leaving the plug right where it is. I want you filled completely.” His fingers
found the plug and pushed gently. “I want you to feel my command of your body
everywhere.” His hands rubbed over her back side. “I'm doing this wrong.”

“You're
definitely doing it right, Sir.”

“Thank
you, pet, but I want to see your eyes when I take you.” He pushed his desk
chair out of the way and threw down the plush blanket he'd cloaked her with the
other day. He took her hand and helped her down onto her back. She spread her
knees wide. “What a beautiful sight.”

“Thank
you, Sir.” She stretched her hands above her head.

“I
need to get inside you, right now.” He nestled in over her and positioned the
head of his cock at her entrance. Her soaking channel eased his way, and with
each push he moved further inside, slowly filling her.

Warmth
spread through her body as she adjusted to his size. He was everywhere. Her
lids drifted closed, and she luxuriated in his touch.

“Eyes
open.” He entered her again. “You will not hide from me. Not here.”

The
power of the moment washed over her. She wanted to give this man a lot more
than just her body. From the moment she saw his leather covered legs and his
green eyes, she’d wanted him, but now that she knew more about him, she wanted
him that much more. With each push he exposed more of her heart and took it
with him.

“Oh,
pet, that feels good. You're so fucking tight.” He stretched her and pushed at
her resistance.

His
next push had double the force, and he slammed into her, almost fully seating
himself inside her. Her body was his. He controlled every sensation. She melted
as her orgasm pushed at the door.

“Don't
you dare
come.
You better hold it.”

He
pulled from her completely. She shook from the emptiness as ripples of passion
twisted her in knots.

“I'm
trying, Sir.” A deep breath did nothing to calm her breathing, nor did waiting
for him to fill her. He owned her. “I need your permission, Sir.”

His
fingers dug into her hips. He tilted her hips slightly and surged back in to
the hilt. Back and forth he pumped into her. Each time, he jarred the plug, and
the chain shifted on her chest, moving the clamps. It took enormous
determination to stave off her peak.

He
took her with unrelenting force. Smacks of bodies repeatedly coming together
and lungs working overtime filled the room.

“Please,
Sir.”

“You
can't hold much longer, can you?” His hot breath washed over her.

“No,
Sir, please.”

“Your
begging is sweet, and your pussy is hot comfort. Not sure I'll ever have enough
of you.” He slowed his pace, and his evil fingers stroked her extended nub. “Come
for me, now.”

He
squeezed her clit, and then his hard cock filled her, hitting her cervix and
releasing a quiet bomb of sensations. It started bit by bit and swiftly picked
up the pace to slam into her. His rhythm changed, but he continued to fuck her
hard. A tug on the chain set off another set of bliss filled sparks inside her,
and then his roar filled the room.

After
several more hard hits, he stopped moving. With his cock fully seated within
her, he lowered his mouth to her ear and kissed her. It was intimate and
splendid. Their breathing slowed, and the moment of shared bliss ended when he
pulled from her. After disposing of the condom, he pulled her to him as he
melted to the floor. Their cuddle wasn't graceful, but it filled her need in
every way.

Musky
smells of sweat and sex reminded her of what they'd done. She squeezed her eyes
shut and cuddled into his hold. She'd give anything to freeze this moment, but
it had only been a few days. A warning sign in her head told her to be careful.
No matter how much she trusted him in a scene, she needed to protect her heart.

His
arm wrapped around her and pushed back the cold seeping into her limbs. She
pulled in a huge breath and let it out, relaxing into his embrace.

“Let's
get those clamps off.” He stroked her back. “Tell me something about you.” His
thumb pushed at the latch on one of her clamps.

“Like
what? Oh!” A bright flash of pain pulsed repeatedly in her breast.

“Anything.
I hardly know
anything about you.” He rubbed her nipple, and the pain drifted away. “Do you
miss your family in Detroit?”

“Not
really.” She shifted her leg over his and cuddled closer, effectively hiding
the other clamp.

How
could she miss her family when her father was still interfering in her life?
Anger revved in her veins. Every time he stepped in to direct her life, she
swore she wouldn't let it happen again. This time she moved to Chicago, as if distance
could deter him. She feared what he might try next if she didn't accept the job
with Harry.

All
her insecurities and worries had no place to stay when she was in Simon's arms.
He didn't let her hide or shelter her from life; he simply let her live.
Confidence surged through her veins. Her decisions led her to him, and each
time she'd been with him, she chose to be with him. She chose.

“Janna,
is your family a problem?” He reached in between them and released the last
clamp. His kneading fingers soothed the pain.

“Thank
you.” She pressed his hand into her breast. “Can you keep doing that?”

“Sure,
but answer my question. Is your family a problem?

“I'm
doing my part to make sure they're not anymore.” She raised her head and
scanned over his taut expression. “My father means well, but he's tried to have
way too much
say
in my life.”

“Did
you run away from home?” He ran his hand over her hair and down her back.

“It
sounds funny, but I did actually, not to be defiant, but to live my own life.”
She rose up on her elbow and dragged the pads of her fingers over his
collarbone. “It took a lot for me to move away from my family.”

He
grabbed her chin to look her in the eye. “Loyalty is a beautiful thing when
it's deserved.”

She
gasped on her next breath. Loyalty to family had always been her top priority. Her
move here didn't mean she loved them any less, but it proved she was making her
own priorities now. A shiver ran over her naked skin.