Deviously Foolish

Pulling up with a sigh, I glared out the window as the rain fell steadily onto the roof of my car. There was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. Of course that would be my luck. 

I leaned my head back against the headrest as I killed the headlights. Taking the moment to steady my raging nerves. The entire drive over I’d been rehearsing my pitch. It still doesn’t feel ready.

Living paycheck to paycheck sucks, but I don’t need this sale. I certainly wanted it. Craved it. Not just to know I’m good enough but because I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been on a vacation. Ever since I started looking into flights to Europe, my email had become flooded with updates on the costs of tickets. If this deal goes through it wouldn’t just buy my dog Triton a steak dinner, but I’d be going on a three week long, well deserved hiatus.

Grabbing the folder that sat on the passenger seat, I flipped through it. A copy of the pre agreement contract right on top of my printed out pictures of the apps function. Placing it into the ziploc baggy I’d been smart enough to bring, I sealed it closed.

If everything went as I hoped in a few months, I’d be staying in that cute bed-and-breakfast near Stonehenge I’ve been eyeballing.

Folder clutched to my chest, I threw open my door already popping my umbrella out. The wind chooses that moment to pick up, beating against my cheap flimsy umbrella. Breaking out into a run towards the door, I could only hope it would hold up.

It didn’t.

Cold droplets hit my face as the old thing folded in on itself. A strange gargling groan slipped out of me as I got drenched. Fighting against the storm and my now broken umbrella, I had no choice but to abandon it. At least my folder would survive the storm. Whether I was going to however, was debatable.

Why someone would design the driveway to be so far from the front door when we lived in a state that has constant storms, was anyone’s guess. Maybe I should become an architect if this fails, I could save some future poor sap.

My shirt was plastered to my skin like a slimy film, the satin causing my skin to itch. The cute black knee-length pinstripe skirt wasn’t much better. I haven’t even made it to the door yet.

Reaching the pale grey house, I climb the stone stairs. I pushed a few wet strands out of my face as I stared at the light blue door. Thomas told me Mr. Camberly loved darker things. That door was the exact opposite of what I’d expected to see. Maybe not so much like the Addams Family, but not light blue. My app was designed with his preference to dark aesthetics in mind. Shit.

Colorfully arranged flowers in a dark green planter box beside the door affirmed that perhaps I had picked the wrong color schemes. Lifting my hand with a sigh, I let it fall against the wood.

There was only a second before I heard loud barking on the other side. A small smile pulled at my lips. At least he had a dog too. That’s a good sign. He couldn’t be such an asshole then, could he?

My smile dissolved into a frown as I remembered that Cheryl, my now ex-best friend, had also loved dogs. Girl code didn’t apply to her like it did for some of us. The bitch.

The barking calms and I step back to wait for the door to open. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself why I’m here. To give the best pitch of my life so that I could have tea in London.

As soon as the door started to open, I plastered my most welcoming smile on my face and tensed. Hopefully once inside I’d be able to stop shivering.

Thunder made the world tremble just as I got a good view of him. Enrick Camberly.

Fuck me. My heart skipped a beat. Alright, it skipped several beats

Why hadn’t Thomas warned me how devastatingly handsome he’d be?

Dark wavy hair hung just past his ears with a hint of dampness, as if still drying from a shower. A set of the deepest, bluest eyes stared out at me curiously. My tongue twisted up and I forgot how I was going to introduce myself. Why couldn’t he have been an old bald man?

“Kaley Henson, right?” His voice was smoother than melted butter on a hot pancake.

“Yes, sir.” I squeaked then winced. Sir. I just called him sir.

Heat rose to my face as I tried to remind myself I’m here to sell an app. Not to act like a teenager with a crush. Although, my first crush hadn’t been nearly this handsome.

Lifting an eyebrow, he took a step back to allow my sodden, rat-drowned self inside. Looking me over, he said, “You’re soaked.”

With great self control, I was able to prevent myself from rolling my eyes. Thank you so much, Captain Obvious.

Instead, I smiled up at him, pushing my wet hair out of my face from where it stuck. “It’s pouring out and my umbrella broke. Your driveway is pretty far from your door.”

He frowned with confusion before his eyes widened with surprise. “You used the decorative driveway? Thomas should’ve told you there was a covered driveway that leads to the parking garage.”

I blinked. He had a parking garage? Rich people. Ugh.

Standing in the hallway, the cold air settled on my skin causing goosebumps to rise along my arms. Beneath my shirt, my nipples grew hard as my shitty bra failed at keeping them contained. Earlier I’d been so sure this was the right outfit. Standing in his hallway, I felt shabby.

I followed his eyes where they were staring towards my chest. He was staring at the folder still dangling in my hand, but I knew that wasn’t the only thing he was eyeing. A tingle of awareness danced up my spine. Clearing my throat, I shifted so that the folder was further from my breasts.

“Is that the proposal?” He asked, holding out his hand. I noticed it was his left hand, and there was no ring.

Steadying my nerves, I noticed that my hand trembled as I gave it over.

There was a faint smile on his lips as he opened the flimsy ziploc. Pulling the folder out, he tossed the bag onto an entryway table. I took the opportunity to try and steady my breathing like my therapist told me. When he lifted his eyes up to meet mine, I stopped breathing all together.

Thomas had mentioned he was handsome, but not that he was model-worthy. Truthfully, even if he had given me the heads up, I would’ve never stood a chance. My stomach was doing somersaults and I haven’t even given my proposal yet. I’ve never been good at talking to good-looking guys, and this one would require expert level skill. My pulse was running rampant and I wondered if he could hear it. No human can do that. Right?

Having to do something other than stand here staring, I started. “The QR code will bring you right to the.”

His eyes traveled up and down my body, a small frown tugging the corners of his lips down. As my cheeks heated, I paused, hesitated and pushed forward. “To the program.”

There was nothing in his expression that allowed me to know whether or not I was doing well. He just continued to stare at me pensively. I shifted from one heel to the other wishing I could take these stupid shoes off. Water squished between my toes causing an itch to form.

Swallowing past the knot that formed in my throat, I folded my fingers together. “On your phone. You use your phone. To access the code. Your phone’s camera, you just..”

“Would you like a hot shower and some dry clothes, Miss. Henson?”

I sucked in a quick breath as the moisture in my mouth disappeared. With a twitch of my nose, I noticed a portrait of a German shepherd gazing back at me on the wall behind Enricks head. The dog had a judgy face. Of course. “My mom told me to be careful in strange men’s homes.”

Closing my eyes, I counted to five to stop myself from smacking my forehead in front of him. All the words in the English language, and that’s what I went with?

When I dared to look at him again, his mouth was twitching in amusement. There was a hint of choked back laughter in his voice. “Your mother sounds like a smart woman. The bathroom door does lock if that makes you more comfortable.”

“Maybe.” I licked my lips. As I did, I noticed his eyes followed the motion. I took a strand of my hair and hooked it behind my ear as a thrill rushed through me. Would he watch me with that same intensity if I was naked before him? A pulse resonated within my core as if it liked that idea. “Maybe a change of clothes would be good if you have any?”

He was quite a bit taller than me, so unless he had a girlfriend, his clothes would swim on me. That realization helped douse some of the fire that had been growing within my belly. Good. I needed to focus on why I was here, not whether or not this man’s large hands matched the size of his..

“Sure, let’s get you out of those wet clothes. You can follow me.” He gave a slight wave towards the other end of the hall before turning away. I scurried after him hearing the loud clicking of my heels against his tiled floor.

It was a massive house with high ceilings and large rooms, but it didn’t feel like a museum. I’ve gone to a few potential buyers homes at this point, and this one was the only one that appeared lived in. Dog fur lightly covered the carpet of the dining room when we passed it. There was clattering coming from beyond the partially open door at the back. I could only guess it was the kitchen. Was it his girlfriend? My shoulders slumped a bit before I forced them back. I tried to convince myself it didn’t matter even though I desperately wanted to ask.

We walked through a living room next, and it was my favorite of what I’d seen so far. It wasn’t how most of the walls were creamy, with one dark brown accent where the TV hung that I liked. There was an air of comfort in the room. I didn’t know if it was the pillows that were scattered across the couches among a few throw blankets that laid open and crumbled. Or the half drunk glass of wine resting beside a book that I couldn’t see the title of on the coffee table. Maybe it was the forgotten dog toy on the floor with the stuffing falling out. It made me smile to picture him there, reading a book, drinking the wine while his German shepherd started to shred their toy. For the first time since I’d met him, he felt human. Someone I could maybe connect with. And if I could connect with him, then I could sell him my app.

“Here’s a quick tour, upstairs are a few guestrooms, the gym, the office and Bensons room.” He said, calling my attention back to him as he pointed up a spiral staircase. Then he moved his finger towards another hallway. “Down there is the library.”

A library. That sounded like a dream to me. To have an entire room dedicated to books was such a luxury, and one I wanted to give myself if I got rich off this deal. Big bookshelves filled with my favorite stories, and a few new ones. I’d love to add a cute ladder too, like from Beauty and the Beast.

“Benson’s room?” I asked. Sometimes I could be a really nosey person and since I couldn’t ask what I really wanted.

“My dog.” He shrugged as we entered a cozy hallway. “He is the one in the painting you saw. And you probably heard him when you arrived. He can be rude, so I put him away.”

“He’s beautiful, and I don’t mind a rude dog.” I smiled as I noticed a photo of Serenity from Firefly. I liked a man who was nerdy. “I love dogs. I have one too. He’s also a shepherd, so I get the whole kind of an ass thing. I think it’s a requirement in that breed.”

Enrick chuckled. “I know what you mean. I’ve done my best to raise him to have better manners, but I can only do so much.”

“If you have any, I’d love some tips.” I joked before lightly laughing. For the first time since entering the house, I was able to take a full breath. Thomas had gone on and on about how he was a cold, tough man, but all I’ve seen was a nice guy. A very nice guy with a very nice ass.

“Through here.” He opened a door before waving me towards it with a smile. I couldn’t see inside of the room very well despite the bright hallway, but I slipped past him anyway. I felt what I thought was his hand brush against my side. A pleasant shiver coursed through me.

“I appreciate you giving me dry clothes.” I said, the words flying out of my mouth too fast. “I hate wet clothes. They drive me nuts against my skin and.”

Lights flickered on and I saw the room fully with a blink. A small o formed on my lips as the large cage in the far corner came into view. As my eyes wandered further, I saw the various toys covering some of the walls. Paddles, whips, floggers, I recognized most of them, but there were a few that I couldn’t identify. Across the ceiling was a thick piece of bamboo with ropes dangling from the edges. But what caught and held my attention the longest was the padded bench sitting in the center of the room. Leather cuffs rested on the smooth leather, their clasps hanging open as if ready for someone to slip their wrists inside. All my blood rushed from my head straight to my core, flooding it with warmth.

It was too easy to see myself in every part of the room. Kneeling inside of the cage with a blindfold. Hanging from the bamboo, ropes wound tightly around me as the world dissolved. Bent over the bench as he tried to make me guess which of the tools he was using on me. I knew beyond a doubt that my fantasies would be filled with him, and this room.

Breathing in deeply through my nose, I reminded myself that I was here to make a business deal. There hadn’t been any kind of discussion about… well what I was looking at.

“What.” My words disappeared inside of the squeal I let loose as warm hands landed on my hips. They squeezed gently as I turned to meet Enricks gaze. Stepping back to put some much needed space between us, my heel went cockeyed making me stumble. He reached for me, but I evaded him.

“You seem surprised.” Enrick tilted his head curiously. “Didn’t Thomas tell you about this room?”

With a wave of my arm, I tried not to shout. “Why would Thomas tell me about this?”

Thomas had mentioned that Enrick was eccentric and dark. That we weren’t quite so different but I’d thought he meant he was gothic. This wasn’t gothic. We were talking about my app and Enricks preferences. Shouldn’t Thomas have been more specific? Like I don’t know, Mr. Rich and handsome was kinky? Afterall, I like kinky and Thomas was well aware of that fact. The asshole probably did it to screw with me.

Enrick lifted his eyebrows, an unsure smile forming on his lips. “Alright, we’ll go under the assumption that Thomas explained nothing to you...”

“Yes, that’s a pretty safe assumption!” I said a little too loudly. He chuckled darkly at my interruption and the sound caused my thighs to tighten.

“If you’d let me continue.” He chided gently, and I bit my tongue to do just that. “I wasn’t just buying the app tonight.”

“What does that mean?” I pushed, my fingers finding one another, twisting.

“Did you not read the contract Thomas gave you? The one you signed as a preliminary to our agreement?”

Heat flooded up my neck and into my cheeks as I looked up at the ceiling. It was pretty. Dark, with a few lights hidden among the black giving off soft lighting. There were also little pin pricks throughout the dark as if they were mini lights. Perhaps one of those star ceilings?

Forcing myself to lower my head to level my gaze at him, I tried to ignore the way I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I grumbled. “Well enough.” Mostly.

I’d been so excited about getting to go to Europe, I skimmed it. I made sure to check that all the rights and creative aspects of my app went to me, and promptly lost interest in the rest. I thought it was just lawyer jargon. Besides, I paid a lawyer to review it. Granted, it was a lawyer that was recommended by Thomas... I was quickly coming to the conclusion that everything was Thomas’s fault. Son of a bitch.

Grabbing my bottom lip between my teeth, I gnawed at it. “I got the gist.”

“Clearly not.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. How would those strands feel coiled around my fingers as he knelt between my thighs?

It was too easy to get distracted by this man. I had to remind myself that I was cold, wet and he is a stranger. Not exactly the best recipe for my lusty side to come out. That didn’t stop it though. Let him take you. It urged.

“Maybe you could explain it to me?” I offered as I rubbed at my eyes forgetting that I had put on eyeshadow. Rubbing my fingers together, I finally just wiped them on my skirt. I should’ve hired a different lawyer.

“For the duration of the app’s development, you are mine.” His eyes had darkened on those last three words and I pressed a hand to my chest as my heartbeat increased. I shouldn’t have liked hearing that as much as I did.

According to him, and I was beginning to believe him, I had signed myself over and as more than an app programmer. Oh fuck. This was inappropriate on every single level. Kicking my heels off, I didn’t care anymore. Any ability to pretend that I was professional was gone. Officially thrown out the window, not that this room had windows. He eyed the discarded shoes before grinning at me awkwardly. At least he felt as offkilter about the whole situation as I did.

“Thomas was supposed to explain all this to you before you signed.” He offered lamely even as he unbuttoned one of his sleeves, then the other.

“So I’m not here to sell you my app?” I concluded with frustration. There went my bed-and-breakfast in Europe. My long hiatus disappeared into the ether as I stood there.

“Oh, no. You are.” I watched as my mouth grew dry as his long fingers worked the top two buttons of his shirt free. Trailing my eyes along the muscles in his arms, I decided it was only fair. If he thought he could buy me, then I could enjoy watching what he had to offer. It was quite a nice offer. Snapping his fingers, I darted my eyes up to where his fingers were pointing at his face as mine grew hot. “Eyes up here, sweetie.”

Shrugging more casually than I felt, I noticed the wall behind him. That one was filled with erotic portraits. One in particular was my favorite. A woman was draped over a stone table with a large man looming over her. Returning my gaze to him, I refused to meet his eyes, instead staring at his dress shoes. They were nicer than any I owned.

As the silence dragged on, I frowned. “There has to be a misunderstanding.”

With a sigh, I reached down to grab my shoes. Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, it was time for me to leave. Clearly, I wasn’t going to be selling my app to this man, and I was pissed. Thomas was going to get a call as soon as I got into the car, and I was going to scream at him until my voice went hoarse.

“Yes, there has been, for you at least.” I was still bent at the waist when he seemingly materialized beside me, making me gasp. Dropping the shoes when his arm wrapped around my waist, he drew me in close as my hands instinctively landed on his chest. Spreading my fingers, I couldn’t help but travel them up to his shoulders. They were strong, but I knew they’d be comfortable to lay my head on. A man that could toss me around easily, but pleasant to cuddle. I liked that. Taking a deep breath was a mistake because I got the heady scent of him.

Jerking my hands away, I made myself untangle myself from him before I got anymore tempted. Fuck my shoes. They were cheap and old anyways. If I didn’t get away from him, I was going to give in.

“Obviously,” I snapped without even knowing what it was I was responding to anymore. My misunderstanding or my being a sex starved maniac. Stomping towards the door, I tried to convince myself that was the right move. After all, who thought they could buy a woman? An asshole. A rich, assertive, sexy asshole.

Just as my hand curled around the doorknob, he said from behind me. “No one else will buy your app.”

My jaw clenched and my chest grew tight. Whipping around to face him, I lifted my chin, balling my fists at my side.

“Why do you say that?” I demanded snidely. “It’s a good app!”

“It’s a very good app,” he admitted as he leaned down to pick up my shoes. The sad, scuffed heels dangled from his hands but he treated them carefully, as if they weren’t trash. His pants were tight across his ass and I appreciated the view. “No one else will touch it though, I paid them off.”

My mouth hung open as my eyes blinked. I’m sorry. What? But the words wouldn’t make their way to my mouth. A faint buzz was going off in my ears as I narrowed my eyes at him. So while I was thinking I wasn’t good enough, this son of a bitch was paying them to say no? Every proposal I walked into, they already knew they weren’t going to buy my app, they were just humoring me. For weeks, I’d worried about whether or not I’d be able to sell it, then he appeared. None of it had been real.

But he’d done it. For me. For my attention, to have me here with him. What should’ve been creepy, wasn’t. Instead there was a building heat in my belly. No man had ever put in that kind of effort before. Not for me. Was it really so wrong to be flattered?

He opened his hands to his sides in a non confrontational way. “I like you, Kaley. I’ve been watching you for a while, and you’re smart, cunning, and resilient. Your friend fucked your boyfriend and you picked yourself up, built an app and planned a vacation. That takes strength and I find strength in a woman very appealing.”

My breathing became ragged as tears pricked at my eyes. He spoke as if he admired me, as if he saw how hard I’ve been trying to survive the storm that’s been raging inside.

What he did was wrong, but I couldn’t help but find it sexy. A small smile pulled at my lips that I tried to hold back. There was something twisted inside of me that found it all so thrilling.

“I’m offering you a chance, Kaley.”

“To be a prostitute.” I whined before flinching. That wasn’t how I wanted to sound.

He frowned as if the words offended him. “No. I want you to date me. Get to know me without the expectations.”

Now I was confused. Wrapping my arms around myself, I pressed down on the obnoxiously wet clothes trying to steady myself. “What if we sleep together and you don’t like me?”

“You forget, I already like you, and I know you’ll like me,” he said as he approached me. Not close enough to make me feel crowded but enough that my skin prickled with awareness. “I’ll make you feel good Kaley. I know what you’re into, and we match perfectly.”

Judging by the room, I was inclined to believe him. My ex had been disturbed by my inclination towards pain mixed with pleasure. But Enrick had a wall full of toys that could implement exactly that.

Licking my lips, I shifted from one foot to the other. Temptation pushed against me as I tried to hold strong. What sane woman wouldn’t want what he was offering? A guaranteed sale that would bring me an obscene amount of money, and a chance for wild sex. Even if it was just for one night, could I agree?

I glanced over at the cage in the corner seeing myself as I knelt inside of it. The metal bars would be cool against my face as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. It sounded fun.

“What about my app?” I was grasping. Whether for reasons to go for it or to go against it, I didn’t know.

“Your app is a separate issue from this. You’ll pitch it, I’ll assess whether it’s a good investment, and we can move forward. After I make you come on my cock a few times.” The way he was staring at me. As if I was a delicacy he was just dying to try.

I considered for a moment what he was offering. A chance to still go on that vacation I wanted, and have a whole other need satisfied. He paid everyone off, sure, but he was also offering to buy it. From everything he said, he clearly stalked me, or at least had someone else stalk me. That was so messed up, but why then did my heart race with excitement?

Finding my lip again with my teeth, I scraped it back and forth. As he approached, the confidence oozed from him as if he’d won. I wasn’t ready to admit that he had.

Standing before me, he reached out to lift my chin with his fingers so that I had to meet his eyes. Enthralled, I could only stand still as he took his thumb, pulling my lip free from my teeth, reminding me that I still held it. Running the pad across the raw skin, he grinned.

“If you want these pretty little lips to be red, I have better ways to make that happen.” He whispered as he leaned in close. His cheek brushed against mine, smooth like he’d shaved recently. My throat made an audible sound as I swallowed.

His lips were soft, gentle as they tickled my ear. “You can always tell me to stop. You are not trapped here, but what’s the harm in having some fun?”

As if that was all I needed to hear, the dam broke within me and I let my head fall back, baring my neck to him. Electric shocks rushed up and down my spine until I felt like every part of me was alight with awareness. It was as if he was my fantasies come to life. A man who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, someone who would see my fear and overcome it until all I could do was submit.

Triumph radiated from his eyes as he saw my expression. He ensnared me and he knew it. I couldn’t even find it within myself to care. Gone was the good girl I’ve always been, the cautious careful woman and in her place a wanton creature arose.

There was no time for me to change my mind as his lips captured mine ensuring his victory. He didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue into my mouth so it could tangle with mine. I moaned as his hands gripped my ass, squeezing it. It wasn’t a gentle kiss of a new lover, it was the possessive claim of a man who knew me. And I needed it.

When he left my lips to trail his kisses along my chin and down my neck, I didn’t have any warning before his teeth found purchase in the soft flesh of my neck and shoulder. The sharp, stinging pain ricocheted throughout my body making my legs nearly buckle. If it wasn’t for the firm grip he held on me, I would’ve gone down. Held close to him, I could feel his hard length press insistently against my lower stomach and I wanted to feel it in my hand.

“Easy.” He coaxed as he pulled back with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “I won’t hurt you too much this time around. I want to feel you, get to know you before we really play.”

I almost whined with disappointment but that was eclipsed by the thrill that shot through me at the promise. I wanted him to break me. I wanted him to shatter me into a million pieces until there is nothing left of me but the memory of him.

Buttons separated along my shirt as he moved from one to the next, revealing my bra covered breasts. My nipples protruded through the thin fabric. All of my muscles tensed as my throat grew tight.

“I,” I fumbled, my hand going to rest on his wordlessly asking him to pause in his goal.

Without hesitation, he stopped to lean back and assess my worried eyes. He backed away until the distance was noticeable causing a drop of disappointment to land heavily in my stomach. Had I ruined it? Had I made him not want me anymore?

The wanton woman within me cowered back, trying to climb back inside the cautious side of me.

Then his fingers rose to his shirt, watching me intently as undid first one button, then the next, until little by little he revealed more and more skin. My mouth grew dry as my eyes widened. He said, “I’m fine with going first. You take a look at what you can have.”

All I could do was stand there transfixed as his shirt fell to the ground carelessly. He kicked his shoes off next with a smirk. With a wink, he unbuckled his belt, dragging it through the loops until it came free with a crack that caused my face to grow hot and my breath ragged. How would that leather feel against my ass? Would he be gentle or hard with it?

“Come here.” He said with a wicked gleam forming in his eyes that made me obey instantly. Before him, my hand was limp in his grip as he took it. Hand pressed flat against his warm skin, I whimpered as he slid it down his chest, across his stomach and to his waist. My fingers flexed over every pass of his muscles. I wanted to dig my nails into his skin, feel him shudder beneath me.

With a nudge, he guided me towards the button on his pants. An offer and a choice. We could stop here, or I could take the plunge. My choice. Whatever remnants of hesitation I had disappeared as I released the button. I wanted him.

“That’s a good girl.” He praised causing my chest to expand unexpectedly. Ducking my head, he forced it back up with a tsk-tsk. “ Do not do that. Do not hide from me. Now take my cock out and feel how hard you’ve made me.”

A small o formed on my lips as I did what I was told. My hand encased his thick, firm length. Running my thumb across the tip, I spread his pre-cum across his head as he throbbed in my grip. Licking my lips, I chanced a glance up to him before back down towards his bobbing cock. What would it taste like?

Dropping to my knees, my mouth fell open, as if I was asking for permission. He gave me a slight nod. I let my lips close around him as I took him as far back as I could without gagging. His thumb caressed my cheek making me peek up at him. A strange whimpering moan escaped me at the way he was watching, as if I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

As my eyes watered, I closed them to focus on the feel of him as my tongue stroked along the underside of his cock. Soft, smooth. He was shaven there too, making it easy for my salvia to pool and slip along his skin.

A heavy weight laid against the back of my head before his fingers twisted my hair. Stinging erupted where he pulled on the strands but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything it made me more vigorous as I bobbed my head up and down. Wet droplets fell out of my mouth to land on my chest, leaving a coolness behind.

“That’s it, keep going.” He groaned, his hand acting as both a support and a guide as I moved. He even pushed me down further when I hesitated so that he pushed into my throat. “Your mouth feels so good on my cock.”

I moaned around his head at the encouragement. My hands lifted to run up and down his large thighs, feeling the little hair tickle beneath my fingertips. Each groan, each shudder he made only heightening my desire to please him, to make him never forget me.

Without warning, I was jerked away from his cock, my mouth gaped open as I gasped for air. Glaring up at him for disrupting me, he smirked. “It’s too good, sweetie, and if you keep that up, I won’t be able to make it to the main course.”

A smile slipped across my lips and I went to put him back in my mouth as he laughed, stepping back just out of my reach. “Uh-uh stand up.”

Obediently I stood and then waited as he finished removing his pants and boxers that were caught around his ankles because I hadn’t given him time to get rid of them before. This time, I didn’t flinch when he went to free me from my shirt. I didn’t protest as he unzipped my skirt, pushing it down until it pooled at my feet. My pathetic excuse of lingerie joined the rest of my clothes in being discarded.

Picking me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me towards the padded bench. The leather was smooth and cold against my back as he laid me upon it. Running his fingers down my arm, I watched as he stretched it before slipping one of those cuffs around my wrist. I shivered a little as a bubble of nerves reared its head at being bound. When he grabbed my other arm, I held my breath as he trailed kisses down my arm until that wrist was also locked in place. As he loomed over me, I swallowed at the blatant desire in his features.

“My turn sweetie, you’re not the only one who wants a taste.” He said right before he sunk to his knees between my thighs. Fear had me squeezing my thighs together but that didn’t matter because he easily pried them open. My warning to behave was the feel of his teeth scraping against my inner thigh. Kicking my leg a little in challenge and desire, I wasn’t disappointed. His teeth pressed down and my back arched at the sharp sting. Mark me, I wanted to cry but couldn’t find the bravery.

Just as I thought that I wouldn’t be able to take much more, he released my flesh and instead ran his tongue up along the bite. Up, up, up and then I was screaming for a whole other reason. His tongue was sliding across my clit, teasing me with slow, tormenting licks.

Fuck that felt good.

Tossing my head back and forth, I pulled on the cuffs in my desperation to grab at his head, to push him more firmly against that needy part of me. Whining with desperation, he groaned as if he understood what I was trying to convey, he pressed a finger to my entrance. It slid in with ease from my wetness. He curled it and suddenly I was bucking as every lick built me higher and higher until I fell. His moans blended to a perfect harmony against my screams.

Trembling when he stood before me, I stared up at him appreciating the sight of my dampness glistening on his lips. His cock was hard and ready, and so was I.

“Do you want me to fill you now, sweetie?” At my nod, he wagged a finger in the air. “Uh huh, I want to hear you say it.”

My tongue was tied up, twisted. Lost was the ability to string sounds together to form words, but I tried. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He teased me.

Groaning with frustration, I bucked my hips again. I didn’t want to say it but I wanted him more. I needed him more.

“Please fill me.” I gasped, shame flaring up hot inside of my chest.

“That’s a good girl.” He growled as his eyes glowed with something other than hunger.

Placing himself between my legs, he coiled them around his waist. I pressed in on him as he palmed his hard length, making a show of stroking it once, then twice as my eyes watched greedily. Somewhere beneath the bench he pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth. He was quick to slip it on before nudging his tip against my entrance. I shifted my hips, trying to get closer. He grinned and with one quick snap of his hips he filled me.

Stars burst within my eyelids as they fell closed from both pain and pleasure. He wasn’t gentle as he withdrew, slamming back in. Each movement of his hips was a cacophony of painful pleasure that had my mind blanking so that all I could focus on was him. In. Out. In. Out.

His hand circled around my throat and my eyes flashed open to stare up at him. There was a wildness in his face that had me lifting my chin. He complied with my silent plea, squeezing harder until my breath became scarce. The bench rattled and shook with the force of his thrusts, his fingers finding their way to my clit where they rubbed. That was all it took before I became lost. Lost in every stroke, every squeeze.

“That’s a good girl. You come all over my cock.” He commanded and I did. I trembled and my mouth fell open on a silent scream as my oxygen was cut off. That only pushed me higher, deeper into the pleasure that consumed me.

He was quick to ease his grip when I came down from my high. The entire time his eyes were on me, watching me. It made me feel safe as he filled me.

He rode me to climax again, and again, his hand clutching my throat cutting off my air as I came apart before relaxing, letting me breath in between orgasms. I lost track of time and of how many times I shattered when my head had lolled to the side.

A deep, dark chuckle had my eyes ripping open with a mixture of curiosity and fear. He grinned down at me with a mixture of devilish intent and excitement. “You’re not done yet. I made you a promise.”

What was the promise? Before I could ask, he rolled his hips and my head fell back against the leather. He found a new, more intense spot inside of me and I realized how screwed I was.

All I knew was him. The look in his eyes, the sounds of his voice, the feel and smell of him. My entire world dissolved until all I could focus on was him. And he watched me shatter apart with fixation. As if he had been dreaming about this moment, and he was savoring every second.

Deliriously, I found a way to beg. “Please, no more.”

He chuckled, squeezing my thighs. “No more for you maybe, but it’s my turn now, sweetie.”

I watched him with wide, fascinated eyes as his closed. Letting go of my throat, he showed me how deep, and hard he really could go. My screams echoed throughout the room as he worked towards his climax. At his groan of release I knew I was done for. It didn’t matter how we got here. I was going to be his.