Read London Bound Online

Authors: Jessica Jarman

Tags: #BDSM, #D/s, #collar, #erotic romance, #London, #Bound, #Jessica Jarman, #bondage, #British, #OWYM, #Older Woman/Younger Man

London Bound (9 page)

She bowed her head, trembling. “I do,” she muttered.

“What was that, love? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Wetting her lips, she repeated, loudly, “I do. I love it.”

“Then, look at me, and tell me your safeword.”

Nathan watched as Meg tilted her face up, carefully schooling his expression so his visceral reaction to her didn’t show. Beautiful, as always, but like this—bare, blushing prettily, on her knees for him—she was the most stunning sight he’d ever seen.

“Um, can we...can we use the stoplight? Colors, I mean,” she said quickly. “Green, good, keep going. Yellow, slow down, ease back. Red, stop. Will that work? Is that okay? Maybe you’re used to something else, but...but you asked me, so it’s my call, though, right?”

He rubbed his fingertips over his mouth, smoothing the smile her nervous babbling coaxed from him.

“Yes, definitely your call. And we’ll use the stoplight.” He let his hands rest on the arms of the chair, shifting just a bit to ease the pressure of his cock pressing against the front of his trousers. “Now, limits.”

She tilted her head, brow furrowing slightly. “Limits?”

“Yes, what are your limits, love? What are your absolute no-nos?”

Her lips curved, and a breathy laugh escaped. “No-nos, huh?”

He allowed himself to grin at her briefly before sobering. “Although, you can safeword any time, I still need to know if, right now, at this moment, there’s something you absolutely do not want to do or have done to you.”

Meg pressed her lips together, drew in a deep breath through her nose, and held it several moments before blowing it out. Her hands shook where they rested on her thighs.

“N-no blood play, no golden showers and the like.” Her tongue peeked out, slicked over her lips. “Um, as much as I love the feel of your hand on my throat...uh, I-I don’t want actual breath play. I don’t want to be choked, unable to breathe.”

He nodded. “Understood.”

“And,” she swallowed thickly, “I like the...roughness, obviously, and I’m not opposed to things like...spanking, but I don’t want to be hit-hit.” She laughed softly and shook her head. “I sound like a high-schooler. Hit-hit. Christ.”

He voiced the thought that had popped into his head more times than he could count. “You’re fucking adorable.” Her mouth dropped opened, and he continued, “I think I understand what you’re saying—correct me if I’m wrong. You don’t want to be hit cruelly—struck in the face, smacked around, backhanded. That sort of pain doesn’t get you off.”

She nodded. “Pain for pain’s sake, not my thing, but...what you did the other night, the light slap? That was okay.”

“That tap was to bring you back,” he clarified. “You were drifting, disengaging, and I needed to bring you back. To me.”

“That...doing that is okay. I’m okay with
that
.” Meg gave him a shaky smile. “That’s it...I think. Can I add to the list later, if something comes up? Is that allowed?”

“Of course it’s allowed. Always. Now, come here.” He crooked his finger, beckoning her. When she just stared, unmoving, he lifted a brow. “Meg. Come. Here.”

Keeping her gaze locked with his, she gave him a small smile before moving forward to put her palms flat on the floor. Nathan’s dick hardened even more, almost painfully, as he watched the sinuous movement of her body as she crawled across the room toward him.

He widened his legs as she approached. Placing her hands on his knees, she straightened and shuffled forward until her hips butted against the chair.

“Very nice,” he murmured, trailing a finger down her arm, elbow to wrist.

“What now?” she whispered, nails digging into his thighs.

“Well, we’ve gotten safewords and limits out of the way,” he began, smirking at the goosebumps that erupted all over her pale skin as he continued to lightly stroke her arm.

“So, the
talking
is out of the way, yes?” She leaned down and pressed her lips to his cock.

Nathan let it go for a moment, enjoyed the hot, damp breath seeping through the layers as she mouthed her way up his length. Then, reaching down and grasping her ponytail, he jerked her head up roughly.

“Not quite yet,” he drawled, wrapping her hair around his fist tightly, her gasp singing to his every sense. “Now, it’s time for the rules.”

“There are rules?” She brought her head forward, and her eyelids fluttered at the pull against her scalp.

“Of course there are rules.” He invaded her space until his lips were a breath from hers. “And you
will
follow them, won’t you? You’ll be a good girl for me. Follow my rules, meet my expectations.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He closed the space between them, just a quick, barely-there touch of the lips, then sat back without relinquishing his hold. “You will use your safeword if anything is too much. I need to know that you’ll use it, love. I don’t want you to ever hesitate or be afraid to. If you need to,
do it
.”

“I will.”

“While we’re together, for however long that is, there’s no one else. For either of us. So, if anyone else catches your fancy—”

She shook her head, cringing at the pain the gesture brought. “Six years, Nathan. Six years I’ve been alone, and you’re the first and only man I’ve let in. No one else is going to ‘catch my fancy’. So, that rule is going to be very,
very
easy to follow.”

“Hmmm, that’s good, but for the sake of argument, if someone does catch your fancy, you tell me, and we end this. Because you’re mine, and I do not share.” He brought his other hand to trace along her jaw.

A shudder ran through her, and with a whimper, she lowered her head to his lap. She rubbed her cheek against his hardness.

“Yours,” she murmured.

Loosening his hold, he pulled the elastic band from her hair and shoved his fingers through the silky thick tresses. She moaned and nuzzled contently, peppered soft kisses along his cock.

“No lies. I won’t lie to you; don’t ever lie to me.”

“Promise.” Her tongue flicked out, rasped across the fabric of his pants.

“You
are
mine, Meg. Completely. Your body...and your orgasms, my sweet girl. They belong to me. You don’t come unless I give permission. And sometimes, love, oh, sometimes, I won’t give permission. You’ll beg and plead and cry.” He lifted his hips slightly, loving the way her moan vibrated through him. “You will look and sound so beautiful—tears streaming down your flushed face, pretty words and cries falling from your lips—but I’ll still say
no
. And you’ll wait, because I want you to wait. You’ll take what I give you, everything I give you, and wait until I say yes. Then, you’ll come. Come for me. Because you are mine.”

“And if—” A throaty groan and a roll of hips. “If I can’t stop, if I come without you saying yes—” A soft grunt and another slow roll. “What...what happens, then?”

“Then, I punish you. I help you remember who you belong to.”

He could barely make out her whimpered “Oh, God” as she buried her face in his lap and gripped his thighs hard. Her hips continued to move, rolling, pushing against the chair. Nathan grasped her shoulders and eased her upright.

“Are you wet? Are you imagining the things I’m going to do to you, how good I’m going to make you feel?” He gripped her chin and leaned forward, bringing his face to hers. “Are you pondering whether it’s worth it to break the rules just to get a taste of the punishment?”

She stared at him, eyes wide, pupils lust-blown, her lips pursed slightly from pressure of his fingers. “Yes.”

“To which question?”

“All...all of them. Yes to all of them.”

Chapter Eight

M
eg pressed her thighs together until her muscles quivered, aching so badly. Nathan’s blue eyes were focused on her so intently, and she swore she could probably come without being touched if he wanted her to, if he told her to.

His palm cupping her chin, fingers digging oh so deliciously into her cheeks, he just stared at her. Looked at her like she was something wonderful, something special, something he could hardly believe was in front of him. Meg couldn’t describe how being on the receiving end of that look made her feel. She had no words for it, but she wanted to feel it as long as she could.

Nathan closed the distance between them and slid his tongue along her bottom lip. Her belly clenched in anticipation. Maybe now was “eventually”, she thought happily, almost deliriously. The talk was done, and they’d move on. He’d slip his hand between her slick thighs and see just how much she wanted him. And he’d take her, make her officially his.

For now.

She squeezed her eyes shut at that errant thought. The last thing she wanted was to dwell on how temporary this was. The idea of going home, back to her empty bed, her lonely life was unwelcome. She shoved it aside and focused on Nathan. On the way his cock had felt against her mouth, even through all the layers of clothing, the warm press of his legs against her sides, the press of his fingers on her face, the whisper of his breath across her lips. Yes... That was what was important, right now. She’d deal with after...
after
.

Nathan pulled away, and she opened her eyes quickly, desperately at the loss of his touch. And found a smile playing on his lips and his heated gaze firmly on her. He tugged on his tie, working the knot loose. Meg stared at his long fingers plucking at the silken fabric and bit back a whimper. God, those fingers...

“Put your hands behind your back,” he said slowly as he pulled the tie free of his collar.

She immediately did as he ordered, unable to suppress the shivers wracking her body. He bent forward until her face pressed against his neck, and she turned into him, inhaled his scent. A rush of arousal flooded her pussy as he wound the strip of material he held around her wrists, the sensual slide intoxicating.

Once she was bound, he dragged his fingertips up her arms, over her shoulders, and circled her neck with both hands. Rubbing his thumbs over her collarbones, he shifted back to meet her eyes.

“I’ve some promises for you, love. Are you ready to hear them?”

“Yes,” she whispered, loving how he seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to exert to excite.

“You’ve given up control, but you’re not powerless. This is a partnership from beginning to end. You safeword, and I stop. No questions asked. You’ll never be punished for safewording. I promise. You discover new limits; I’ll respect them. Always.” He brought a hand up and combed his fingers through her hair. “I won’t lift my hand to you in anger. I promise that will never, ever happen.”

His voice was smooth, soft, and quieted every tremor in Meg’s body, and she leaned into his touch, trying to keep her eyes open.

“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he murmured. “Going to give you what you want, give you what you don’t even realize you
need
. I promise you won’t regret our time together. Or that you gave me the gift of your submission.”

Letting out a deep breath, he kissed her forehead, flexed the fingers at her throat and in her hair. Meg moaned and canted her hips against the chair.

He straightened and tilted her head up. “As much as I’d love to take you apart for hours until you’re begging for release, I’m afraid that’s going to have to wait.”

A flare of fear gripped her, and she shook her head, grimacing at the sharp pain on her scalp. Was he really going to leave her tonight? After all of this, leave her wet and aching?

“Please,” she whimpered, and nearly bit her tongue. She’d agreed to this. If he decided nothing would happen, that was how it was. And he’d warned her he’d deny her sometimes, but God, how she wanted.

“Tonight, this talk, was necessary. It had to happen before anything else could. You understand that?”

“Yes.”

“Unfortunately, I need to be up in,” he glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned, “seven hours to get ready for work. So, hours of play isn’t in the cards, tonight.”

Meg squeezed her eyes shut and took a fortifying breath. She could do this. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t gone without coming before. Hell, months without it was her norm. And, she was sure waiting would just make it even better when he finally allowed her to come.

“Oh, you misunderstand,” Nathan crooned, stroking her hair. “Just because we don’t have hours, doesn’t mean you’re going without, tonight.” He bent his head until his mouth was next to her ear. “It’s
eventually
, now, love.”

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

He trailed his lips along her jaw and dropped a kiss on her mouth before pulling back. “What do you want, Meg? I’m giving you the choice, this time. How do you want you want to get off? My head between your thighs? You want to sit on my face again? Or shall I bend you over and fuck you hard and fast from behind? Or maybe face to face, slow and maddening?”

She stared into his blue eyes, lost herself for a moment thinking of all the possibilities but kept coming back to one. To what she’d been wanting so badly since she’d gotten on her knees for him.

“I want—” She swallowed heavily.

“Tell me,” he said firmly. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” she said in rush.

Nathan jolted back, eyes wide, gaping slightly in surprise.

“Please.” She leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his chest. Partially because she wanted to feel him, partially to hide her face as she continued. “And I don’t want it easy, Nathan. I don’t want to control it. I want...I want...”

A hand on either side of her head, he guided her upright. “You want me to fuck your mouth, use you for my pleasure, and make you take it.”

“Yes, please.” Relief filled her, even as excitement spiked hot and fast. He knew.
He knew
exactly what she wanted and how she needed it. “Please, Nathan.”

He trailed his knuckles down her cheek. “Such a sweet sound—you begging for my cock. Do it again.”

“Please.”

She turned her head, sucked on the side of his finger, tried to fully capture it in her mouth. A fleeting caress against her lips then he shoved two fingers inside.

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