I released her and looked up. Her expression was strained, but she wasn't indicating that she'd had too much, so I switched breasts, repeating with my mouth what I'd done once before. My fingers quickly found her free nipple, rolling and tugging at it before moving to the ring. I felt the tension in her body, heard the muffled whimpers. I was impressed by her control as I used teeth and tongue and fingers to twist and pull until her nipples were swollen and red.
I sat back on my knees and admired my handiwork. Sarah's hands were clenched into fists and her breath came in sharp pants. Her muscles trembled with the effort of keeping herself from moving, but she'd managed it.
“Good girl,” I said as I leaned up to take the ball gag out of her mouth. Her teeth had left marks on the rubber.
“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped, then worked to control her breathing. I watched her force air into her nose and out of her sexy mouth.
“Now, to give you your reward.” I flicked one of her nipple rings. “You can come whenever you want, and be as loud as you want, but you're still not allowed to move.”
She swallowed hard, but didn't argue. It was clear she'd been well-trained, which was just how I liked them. I didn't want a novice. I didn't have the time to put into training someone. I rarely saw the same woman more than once. The more experienced she was in the lifestyle, the better. It was all about the now.
I reached between her legs, my hand disappearing under the tiny bit of skirt that covered her. She moaned as my fingers slipped between her slick folds. She was soaked. I slid a finger inside her as I brushed my thumb over her clit. It was pierced, the metal hot from her body. Her pussy clamped down on me and my cock hardened at the thought of being inside her soon. Not yet though. I fully intended to have fun with her before I came.
I pressed my thumb harder against her clit as I worked a second finger inside her. She swore and her thigh muscles began to quiver. She was close and I fully intended to make her move. I wanted to feel her mouth around my cock.
I shifted, twisting my arm so that I could curl my fingers inside her, pressing against her g-spot. Her body jerked and she keened as she came. I looked up at her, watching her face contort as she pulled against her restraints. Her skin darkened as she flushed and she bit her bottom lip, muscles clenching, then relaxing. I kept up steady pressure on both her clit and that spot inside her until her moans of pleasure turned into whimpers. Only then did I remove my hand from between her legs, but not before giving the metal bar in her clit a final flick. Her entire body shuddered and another whimper fell from her mouth.
I held my hand up to her and she opened her mouth obediently. As she sucked my fingers clean, each pull went straight to my cock. She was thorough, tasting every little bit of my skin until I pulled my fingers out.
I climbed off of the bed and went to one of the chests of drawers. I had lots of different types of toys. Whips, crops, floggers of all sizes and shapes were in the drawer I opened. I considered a flogger, imagining for a moment the way pink stripes would look on her skin, then picked up a crop instead.
Sarah's eyes darkened when she saw it, but it was the kind of change that came with lust rather than fear. I walked over to the bed and ran the tip of the crop from her belly button up to the slight dip between her breasts.
“I'm going to give you a choice.” I traced her lips with the crop. “As punishment for moving, you can either have the crop or my cock.”
Her eyes flicked down to where my cock was curving up towards my stomach through the material of my boxers. I wasn't huge, but I wasn't small either. A bit over average in length and width. Sarah licked her lips and I knew what she wanted.
“Before you decide, I'll expect you to take all of it.” I pushed my boxers down my hips and wrapped my fist around my swollen shaft, stroking it a couple of times to make sure she got a good look at what I had to offer. “Every last inch.”
“And if I can't?” Her voice was low, with just a hint of an accent. Some sort of European, I believed. She hadn't spoken much and her moans were international.
“If you can't, or you change your mind, then you get the crop, but only half of what I was going to give.”
The glint in her eyes told me she would do what I wanted her to do. “I'll try, Sir. I'll try to take your dick.”
“Good girl.” I set the crop down on the bed and climbed up, moving so that I was straddling her chest.
I put one hand on the wall above the bed to steady myself and used the other to cradle her head and help support her neck. The head of my cock slipped between her lips and I slowly moved forward. I wanted her to change her mind so I could use the crop, but I wasn't going to shove forward and hurt her. Being a Dom meant understanding that fine line.
“That's it,” I said as I made a couple shallow thrusts, enjoying the heat of her mouth and the pressure of her lips. There was no way she'd be able to take all of me. Even if she could take me into her throat, her mouth wouldn't open wide enough to get to the base. She was just too small.
I leaned forward, giving her another inch, then drew back, fucking her mouth in a slow in and out. I pushed further with each thrust, going a bit deeper each time. When I was at the back of her throat, I glanced at her hands. She didn't snap her fingers so I kept going. My cock was throbbing now, eager to be fully encased in the soft, wet heat of her mouth. She didn't gag as I slipped into her throat, but I could see her lips straining around me, her mouth open wide. When she had only an inch more to go, I heard her fingers snap. Her signal to stop.
Immediately, I slid out of her mouth. She gasped for air for a few seconds and I waited to see what she had to say. I didn't think she was completely calling off, but I wasn't going to do anything else until I knew for certain.
“Crop.” Her voice was rough, but the word was clear. As clear as the desire in her eyes.
I nodded and got off the bed. I waited until she was breathing normally and her eyes had stopped watering, then picked up the crop. I had no doubt she'd known she couldn't take it, but had wanted to try just so she could get both the cock and the crop.
“Five hits,” I said. “On each tit.”
She shivered, her smile communicating her anticipation.
“And five on your pussy.”
Her eyes widened, and her hips lifted, but she didn't protest. If anything, the desire in her eyes increased.
“Am I allowed to come, Sir?” she asked.
I considered telling her no, but I'd never really been into orgasm denial with my one-time flings. I'd done a bit of that with Lara, but it wasn't anything I wanted to get into with someone I didn't know well enough to read their body. It was a fine art, knowing when a woman was going to come and being able to stop at the right time.
“Whenever you want,” I said. “And as many times as you can.” I held up the crop. “But after I'm done, I'm going to fuck you until I come.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She curled her fingers into fists and I knew she was preparing herself for what was to come.
I didn't use a crop very often, and rarely on the more sensitive parts of the anatomy, but there were some who enjoyed it, and Sarah's smile said she was definitely one of them. I flicked my wrist and heard the crack against her breast, followed immediately by the soft pained sound she made. A small red patch appeared on her skin.
I alternated between her breasts for the first six blows, then landed the first one on her nipple. She cried out, body twisting instinctively. The first one on the other nipple received a similar response. I made the last one on each harder than the others and she wailed. I was suddenly very glad I hadn't taken her to a hotel. I doubted neighboring rooms would've appreciated this as fully as I did.
Sarah took great gulping breaths, each one making her breasts jiggle. Her eyes were wide as she watched me pull her skirt up around her waist, completely exposing her bare pussy. Her skin glistened and I could see the tip of her clit peeking out, just a hint of the silver bar with it. Perfect. I hadn't wanted to spread her folds and hit her clit directly, but there was enough of it visible for me to know it'd get some punishment.
I kept the first two blows low enough that her pink lips caught all of it. Still a shock, I was sure, but not as much as what was coming. The third was higher, but not as hard, giving her a few seconds to prepare herself for what was happening next. The fourth hit her directly and her entire body jerked hard enough that I was glad I'd chosen soft restraints rather than handcuffs. Her body tensed and her face contorted into the beautiful mask of orgasm. She screamed and her body twisted again. I made the last one count, landing perfectly, even as she continued to ride out her climax.
While her overwhelmed body twitched and shook, half-sobs coming out with every shuddering breath, I got a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. By the time I was on the bed again, kneeling between her spread legs, I was nearly painfully hard and she was coherent enough to consent.
I'd stretched her well with my fingers before and knew she could take all of me without any damage, so I gripped her hips and buried myself with one thrust. My pelvic bone hit against her swollen clit and she swore. My strokes were deep and hard, my fingers digging into her small hips, and she begged for it to be harder and faster. She came again after only a couple minutes, and I kept going, drawing out her orgasm until the pressure inside me was too much and I exploded. My eyes closed and I let the pleasure give me what I sought. A few precious moments of peace.
Chapter 2
Autumn in Fort Collins was my favorite time of year. The mountains were covered with trees, some that would stay the deep green of pine while others would burst into reds and oranges and yellows. The weather had started to cool at the end of August and now, halfway through September, the temperature was perfect.
The last couple years, however, I'd found less and less time to appreciate the beauty of the city and the season. Now, as I drove from my house in to the office, I barely noticed anything around me. I had too much on my mind. That had been what fucking Sarah had been for, to clear my head so that I could figure out what to do about the newest problem my company was having. Unfortunately, enjoyable as it had been, sex with Sarah hadn't done much in the way of getting me out of my head for more than a few seconds. Things had still been there, nagging at the back of my mind.
It was times like these that I really missed Curt. He'd been with me since the beginning, the public face of Archer Enterprises. He'd taken care of meet and greets with clients, public relations, interviews, leaving me to do what I did best: not deal with people. I'd been happy sitting in my office, working on code and systems. Then, about a year and a half ago, he'd had an accident, spent some time in a coma, and then moved to the Bahamas with his wife. I didn't begrudge him the early retirement, especially after everything he'd been through. It didn't make me miss him any less.
“Rylan!”
I turned as I heard my name and put on a fake smile. “Emmaline.” The twenty-three year-old was bubbly, high energy, both things that were positive, but not something I was fond of first thing in the morning. I'd never been much of a morning person.
“I have your coffee ready.” She beamed at me, her turquoise eyes shining.
I accepted the cup. “Thank you.” A bit of an awkward silence followed. “Well, work to do.”
I headed towards the elevator, hoping she wouldn't follow. She wasn't my assistant, but she still brought me coffee almost every morning. I'd gotten the impression she wanted something romantic from me, but I wasn't about to go there. Even if Emmaline was the kind of person I'd want to date, the fact that I was her boss would've immediately negated it. As it was, she wasn't the sort of woman I would want to be with. She'd never done anything specific, but I'd always had the feeling she wasn't quite as genuine and nice as she tried to make me think.
“Rylan!”
I sighed. It was a man's voice this time and one that I recognized. Dark hair and eyes, slouched shoulders. Christophe Constantine was a good employee. Hard-working, on time, never complained. I just wasn't in the mood for conversation.
“Package for you.” He held out a small square box.
“Thanks, Christophe.”
He smiled, gave me a nod and hurried off. He was my assistant, but he also did odd errands for other people at the company. I was all about work efficiency and keeping busy. I didn't care quite so much about job titles.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I walked out of the elevator and into my office. I had an open door policy with my employees, but no one abused it. Unless something came up, I had at least a couple hours to myself. I put the package down on the desk and walked around to my chair. I knew what was in it. New business cards that only had my name on them instead of Curt's as well. I hadn't wanted to order them, but I'd known that I had to do it. Somehow, seeing just my name felt more final than it had when I'd accepted his resignation.
If I hadn't already needed to talk to him, this would've made me want to call him. Curt wasn't my best friend, but he had been the closest person to me here. I sat down and picked up my phone. He answered on the third ring.
“Rylan, how're things in the States?”
I smiled despite myself. Curt had always had that effect on me. He'd been the guy who'd kept me from taking myself too seriously. That’s why he'd been such a great public face. He was personable, likable, at ease with the press and with anyone else he happened to talk to.