Текст книги "Fiend"

Автор книги: Rachael Orman

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“Yes, that’s it, Precious. Suck me deeper. Wrap around me so tight it hurts. Fuck. Yes!” he cried out, moving even faster against me as he tightened the cord around my neck. I struggled to draw breath, but it heightened every sensation I was feeling. The pearls on my legs slid along my skin as he moved, feeling like little hands everywhere, touching me, caressing me.

When I exploded, I felt like every molecule in my body had combusted and I was no longer a living thing, but simply a rush of emotions. Higher than I’d ever been before.

I heard John grunt as he followed me over the cliff.  The pressure around my windpipe released and I drew in a deep breath as I slowly returned to my body, which was still twitching from such an intense orgasm.

Slowly John removed the pearls he’d draped me in, then the bindings on my wrists and finally the ones on my ankles. He grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand I hadn’t spotted before. Sitting next to me, he slowly used the oil to massage each of my extremities back to life.

“You okay?” he asked finally curling up next to me. His hand gently slid up and down my spine.

“Yes. More than fine. Sleep. Now,” I grumbled not in the mood for talking. He chuckled and pulled the blankets over us.

“I can do that,” he said, pulling me to his chest. “Sleep well, Precious.”

I mumbled something unintelligible as I snuggled into him. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper.

“I love you, Alix. You are mine, all mine. I refuse to let you go. Ever. I can’t live without you.”

Chapter 12

John

The night had gone exactly as planned – I had wanted to show Alix how good we were together, so I’d spent hours pussy worshiping. There was nothing else I’d rather do than torment her and keep her right on the edge of coming. Sure, I enjoyed making her skin turn pink or even red at times, but there was nothing compared to her begging me to take her because she was so turned on. Nothing.

As I’d held her I whispered words I hadn’t meant to but thankfully she’d already been asleep and didn’t hear them. I wouldn’t know what I’d do if she tried to leave me. I’d backed off on constantly checking on her because she was so open with me about what was going on with her since she’d found out who I was. I knew at some point I’d have to tell her how much more there was to how I’d met her, that I completely flat-out stalked her, but I wanted to put it off for as long as I could, possibly forever.

Then there was the whole issue with not telling her I’d been the online counselor who’d talked with her a few times. I knew she’d feel betrayed, like I’d peered into her private life uninvited since we hadn’t really been together at that point. I was mostly thankful she hadn’t been looking for guidance since I’d revealed my identity to her, even if it had been an accident. Best damn accident to ever happen.

We fell into a schedule of working, catching lunch together when we could and spending at least every other night together. I was working on finding a replacement for the online counseling so we could spend every night together, but just like the search for a new receptionist, it was coming up with horrible candidates. As much as I wanted to be rid of Mariah and the strain she put on Alix and my relationship, she was a good secretary and I refused to hire someone else who was less qualified simply to ease Alix’s mind. There was nothing between Mariah and me anymore and there never would be. Alix had to learn to trust me outside of the bedroom as much as she trusted me in it. Plus, if I hired someone below par, I’d have to spend a lot more time training them and getting them caught up with how I liked things done. It certainly would cut into the time I had free to spend with Alix and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

As the months passed, I was slowly moving a few of my things into Alix’s place and she into mine so it was easier for both of us to simply head to work after spending the night together. I had decided it was time to take Alix back to the club. We’d been spending our time in exploring all the ins and outs of each other we’d missed out on in the beginning of our relationship, but I felt it was time to get back to her fear of others.

I brought it up one morning when we were both getting ready for work at my place. We’d had sex in the shower only moments before so her skin was still flushed; her eyes gleamed bright in the mirror.

“Precious?” I asked leaning my towel-covered hips against the counter. She was standing nude in front of me, slathering her beautiful body with lotion before putting on her garter belt.

“Yes?” She looked at me briefly before sitting on the tub ledge and slowly rolling a stocking up one leg.

“Tonight we’re going out after work, so make sure you don’t get too worn out today.” My cock expanded as she moved to pull on the other stocking. It didn’t matter that I watched her dress every morning. There was something sexy about the way she clothed herself so carefully, especially when I knew I would be the one taking everything back off her later.

Once she had both stockings on, she stood and attached to them to the garter belt in seconds.  She reached for her panties next and I grabbed them from her.

“Not today. You will go without.” The flash in her eyes had my cock so hard it was like I hadn’t spilled in her only minutes before.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed. “I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Good. Now get on your knees.” I dropped the towel and wrapped a hand around my cock, sliding it up and down while watching as she complied. “Make me come so I’m not hard all day thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”

She instantly sucked me into her mouth and moaned around my hot, hard flesh as it slid all the way to the back of her throat. In the months we’d been together she’d learned exactly what I liked and used it to her advantage. Her fingers caressed my balls and her teeth lightly scraped against my shaft as she bobbed her head.

Sinking my hand into her wet locks, I watched her lips stretch over me, leaving me wet as she slid off, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. I could see her bare breast jiggling with her movements and her stocking-clad thighs spread wide to balance herself. Fucking magnificent.

When a finger slipped behind my balls to press on my taint, teasing my perineum, I groaned. All the muscles in my neck strained as I fought to hold onto my control; no matter how good it felt, I refused to lose it until the very last second. Control is what made me the man I was and I refused to relinquish it, even to the woman I was coming to love more with every passing second. It was no longer an idea that floated around in the corners of my mind, but one that was in thick, bold font and constantly right in front. I loved Alix. I couldn’t say the words to her, not when she was awake, but I showed her with every gesture I could.

With the sight of her on her knees and those three little words in my head, my release shot down her throat and she greedily sucked it out of me, making sure she got every drop of it. She even licked her lips once she pulled off me. She stared up at me, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth before she lowered her ass to her heels, waiting for me to tell her what to do next.

I hooked a finger under her chin and brought her gaze to mine again.

“I wish I could take you back to the room and show you how damn good that felt, but we don’t have time unless both of us want to be late. Since I don’t want either of us not to get off work on time, I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” I watched a frown mar her beautiful face as I held a hand down to help her to her feet. Pulling her against me as soon as she was up, I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. Plus, you know how much hotter it is when I make you wait for it.”

“I do, Master.” Her voice was raspy as she breathed the words.

“Get dressed then, Precious.” I walked out of the room to dress in the closet where all my suits hung. She joined me moments later, having put on her bra. We dressed together, sneaking glances at each other the whole time. Once we were ready, we rode the elevator down to the lobby where I kissed her until she was moaning and writhing against me. Then I went to my office. I’d had Mariah adjust my scheduling to match Alix’s so we had more time together in the mornings.

“Morning.” Mariah smiled as she stood from her spot behind the desk when I entered.

“Morning.” I was surrounded by her perfume as I drew closer. “Any messages?”

“Not so far, sir. Would you like a coffee?” she asked, peering up through her lashes at me.

“Sure. Show my first client in when they get here.” I went to prepare for my day. Mariah brought me my mug filled with coffee exactly as I preferred it. Leaning a hip against the corner of my desk as she was known to do, she ran a hand over my shoulder.

“You have a busy day ahead of you. A lot of people needing your assistance lately.” She tossed her hair, bringing a new wave of her scent to me. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you.”

She often touched me in one way or another and while at first it annoyed me, I simply ignored it since it was always a casual touch.

“Okay.” I dismissed her as I lifted my mug to take a sip while reading over notes from my previous session with my first patient. She waited a beat as if expecting more of a response, but when she didn’t get it, she left.

At lunch time, she offered to bring me back food since I’d had one patient run over on their time and was behind. I agreed and ate when I had free moments. By the time the end of the day rolled around, I was more than ready for my evening with Alix. The release would be good to help ease the stress of the day.

When I was putting everything up for the night, Mariah came in to let me know she was leaving and I nodded, barely acknowledging her.

“Sir?” she asked, making me stop and look at her.

“Yes?” I didn’t know why she insisted on calling me sir, but it was another issue I’d grown tired of addressing. She was stubborn, and really it wasn’t all that uncommon of a term outside of the BDSM community.

“It’s just…” She trailed off and ducked her head.

“What is it?” I grew aggravated with the delay.

“It’s just your… hair.” She smiled shyly.

I frowned and ran my hands through my hair to fix whatever was wrong with it.

“Here let me.” She held up a hand cautiously and I sighed and gave a slight nod. Whatever would make her let me finish up faster.

She stepped behind me and I tilted my head back so she could reach my hair more easily, since she was shorter than me even with her huge heels on. Her hand glided through my hair once, twice, and I felt a slight brush on my neck. I stepped away from her.

“That’s fine. I’ll fix it later.” I returned to my paperwork. I looked up as she walked toward the door.

“See you tomorrow, sir.”

I shook my head at her as I wrapped up for the day. Only moments later, I locked up and headed to meet Alix. She was waiting with a smile on her face when I entered the lobby. I couldn’t help but return the look of joy.

“Precious,” I said, and immediately took her into my arms. It was like taking the first deep breath I’d been able to get since I’d left her in the morning. “I missed you.”

“Mmm, me too,” she sighed, holding me as tightly as I held her.

“Let’s go before I take you upstairs, or we’ll never make it out tonight.” It was generally what happened. We’d go straight upstairs, barely making it in the door before we were naked enough to fuck against the wall or floor or any other surface that happened to be near. The few times we went to her house it was only after we’d gone to my apartment for a round or two and to pick up a change of clothes for me since I’d be spending the night at her place. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, even when we weren’t having sex. If I had to work, she would have her feet in my lap while watching a movie. Our feet played when we ate and talked. I had to feel her against me in one way or another when we were together.

Threading my fingers with hers, we headed to my car. We each talked about our day as we drove to the club. I hadn’t told her where we were headed, but seemed to know from the way she squirmed in her seat more and more the closer we got.

“Mmm, it’s been a while. I was wondering if you were ever going to bring me back here.” She nodded toward the club when I pulled in the parking lot.

“Did you want to come back?” I held my breath waiting for her answer. If she said no, we’d leave, but I really wanted to take her inside, have her out of her element again.

“Yes, Master. I have been dreaming about it.” Her voice was soft, yet easy to hear in the confines of the car.

“Then let’s go see what I have planned for you.” I jumped from the car and opened her door for her.  Placing my hand on the small of her back, we walked side by side into the club. She willingly handed over her purse before we went to my room. I stopped her in the small dressing room. “Prepare yourself for me here. You have two minutes to be on the square.”

She nodded and was stripping out of her work clothes before I closed the door to the rest of the room. I went to the other side of the room and removed my coat. Not thirty seconds later she was entered with her head bowed. She moved in her heels to the padded square and knelt down. In just her garter belt, thigh highs and heels she looked fantastic and my cock answered by filling with blood and throbbing. Her hair was down, hanging loose, sensually dancing along her skin.

I grabbed the collar I’d only used on her once before and moved to stand in front of her. She still wore my pearls, but I craved a thicker, more obvious sign she was taken. Stepping behind her, I dragged my finger from shoulder to shoulder, pulling her hair along to drape it over one. I secured the thick black collar around her neck tightly enough that it almost cut off her breathing, but not quite. That pleasure was all mine when I chose to use it.

“Take off my shoes,” I instructed her as I moved back in front of her. I preferred to scene barefoot. She carefully removed one, then the other, before dropping her hands back to her thighs. “Socks too.”

Once she’d taken them off, I helped her to her feet and looked right into her beautiful eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at the top of subs’ heads and didn’t know why other Doms would want to.

“Remove my cufflinks.” I held up each hand in turn for her to remove them. Setting them on the nearby dresser, I rolled my sleeves up my forearms, then hooked a metal chain to the front of Alix’s collar. “Come.”

I led her to the main play room, which was filled with people.

There were many seating areas, but I wasn’t much for conversation when I had my sexy sub with me. Instead, I led her to a large wooden cross. A couple was currently using it, so I sat and pulled Alix into my lap. The last time we’d watched people use the cross Alix had gotten so excited, I didn’t mind waiting our turn.

“A little show before it’s your turn up there,” I told her, rubbing a palm up and down her leg, teasing the skin at the top of her thigh highs. “Watch them. See if you can figure out what I have in mind for you.”

It was part of what I missed about the club. The ability to watch and be watched. Alix loved it almost as much as I did. By the time the couple exited the stage, she was wiggling on my lap, rubbing against my erection. Unluckily for her, I’d taken a few moments in the bathroom at work to jerk off just before I started getting ready to leave so I wasn’t so on edge when we played.

While my control was strong, I also knew my limitations, and Alix was good at pushing them when she let me completely dominate her.

Taking hold of the leash, I led her to the cross with her facing it.

“Hands up.” I restrained her wrists with the leather straps attached to the top before pushing her feet farther apart with my own. Her ankles were secured with the ones on the bottom, keeping her in a perfect X to torment. I stepped back and smiled while drinking her in. Perfection – well, almost. I only needed to bring some color to her pale skin and it really would be. I grabbed a flogger that was nearby for just such a use. It was thin-strapped and would sting more than the thicker ones.

We didn’t have a safeword. I didn’t work that way. No was no and would always be in my world.

I stepped close to her, feeling the heat of her penetrate my shirt. Normally I took it off, but the feel of her skin on mine was always distracting. I wanted nothing deterring my plans, even myself.

When I planted a soft kiss on her neck, she moaned and canted her head slightly to offer more skin to me. I rubbed my erection against her before moving back again. Softly, I trailed the end of the leather over her skin and smirked when she shivered, goosebumps popping out over every inch of her flesh.

After trailing the ends of the flogger over her a few times, I brought it down with a sharp flick of my wrist. Instantly a lovely blush bloomed over her back and she groaned. Spreading my feet, I picked up a comfortable eight pattern as I covered her upper back, arms and buttocks. Her cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure as she found subspace. I stopped when my shoulder started to ache. The flogger had turned her skin a bright red and would likely even leave a few bruises. The sight had my cock hard and pulsing against my zipper while leaving a damp spot where its eagerness seeped out.

I released the straps from her ankles first; she moved them unsteadily under her as I moved to undo the ones around her wrists. Once she was free, I scooped her into my arms. Her head rested against my chest right where I wanted it; I carried her back to my room and settled her on the bed. Removing my shirt, I climbed in next to her and gently caressed her back while rubbing on some ointment that would help reduce the soreness the next day.

Eventually, she came around and looked up to smile at me. I brushed stray hair off her face and kissed her lips softly.

“Welcome back, Precious.”

“Mmm, I love when you make me soar,” she murmured in a sleepy voice. It always took a while to fully come back to yourself so I kept touching her, easing her way.

“I love to make you fly, baby. Hell, I just love when you hand your control over to me. It’s absolutely the most exciting thing you could ever do to me.”

“Well, I don’t have to try to excite you in other ways then.” She smiled as she said it and I laughed softly at her.

“You excite me with everything you do, but that doesn’t mean you should stop trying to find something new you want to try out on me.” There was plenty we hadn’t done when it came to BDSM, but when it came to anything vanilla I was pretty sure we had that covered. I welcomed her presenting something she wanted to try, as she had yet to request something or say she specifically wanted a particular act. While I liked to be in control, I wanted her to know nothing was off-limits for me. I would do anything to keep her happy and in my arms.

Lost in my own thoughts, I was jolted when she yanked herself away from me. I looked at her, surprised and a bit shocked at the sudden move. She sat up in the bed and pulled the sheet over her body, which she had never done before in my presence.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking around the room to see what had caused the sudden change.

“You have lipstick on your neck.” Every muscle in her body grew taut as her eyes locked on my neck and her eyes turned ice cold.

“What?”

“Lipstick. On your neck. Who has been kissing your neck? I know it wasn’t me. I didn’t have lipstick on today and I haven’t kissed your neck. I didn’t notice it before when you picked me up so it must have been under your collar.” She moved off the bed, yanking the sheet with her as she moved away from me. Accusation was clear in her stance, but I was truly lost. I didn’t know how it got there and I didn’t think she’d take that for an excuse.

“I have no idea. Really. Baby, come back to bed so we can talk about this,” I pleaded, holding a hand out to her.

“No. I want to leave, right now.” She dropped the sheet and disappeared into the dressing room. By the time I’d pulled on my shirt and folded my jacket over my arm, she still hadn’t returned, so I knocked once on the door before pushing it open. The dressing room was empty. She’d left.

Growling in frustration, I ran down the hall to see her slip out the front door with her purse over her shoulder. I slammed the front door and the door-man glared at me, but I ignored him as I looked for where Alix had gone. Just as I spotted her, she vanished into the backseat of one of the cabs outside the club. I tried to get to the cab before it took off, but wasn’t fast enough.

She was gone.