Simply Complicated, page 17
But I didn’t kiss her.
Not yet.
“Absolutely. And I’m confident what I have planned for you will be exactly what you need. You might even come more than once.”
“You’re confident.”
“I am.” My fingers glided over her breast, pinching her nipple with more pressure than I’d ever used before. “Do you trust me?”
“I do,” she uttered, her breath rushing forth when my fingers dipped between her thighs.
“Good. From this point on, you’ll do as I say, no questions asked. Understand?”
She lowered her head before raising it again, but her silent agreement wasn’t good enough for me. I needed her verbal answer. I lingered in the silence, confident I wouldn’t need to ask her again. Seconds later, she spoke.
“Yes. I understand.”
“Tonight will still be about you, but I’m going to be selfish, do things to you for my own enjoyment.” I didn’t ask if she was okay with my statement because she’d already given her consent. “You’re drenched.” I spread her excitement up to her clit, pinching her much like I’d done to her nipple, only slightly gentler. “You’re looking forward to what I might do to you, aren’t you?”
This time I accepted her nod, removing my fingers from her warmth and kissing her with such intensity I almost forgot I needed to go slow.
Be precise.
Tease her until she begged me to fuck her.
“What if you do something I don’t like?” She’d been quiet for so long I wondered if she was ever going to ask me something.
“Tell me to stop. That simple. I’m going to test your limits, but I’ll be aware of your body’s reaction the entire time. But like I said, in case I do something you’re not comfortable with just say ‘stop’. Okay?”
“Okay.” She nibbled on her bottom lip in nervousness, but from the quick expanse of her chest, she was also excited. As was I.
“Turn around.” She did so without hesitation. “Keep your hands at your sides. Don’t move.”
I disappeared into my closet and came out with a white bag, dumping the contents onto the king-size bed.
“What are you do—”
“If you speak again without permission, I’m going to punish you.”
“What does that mean?”
Was it wrong I loved that she wasn’t complying?
Leaving the items scattered on the bed, I approached her from behind, running my palm over her plump ass. “I told you not to speak. Put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs.” The first connection of my hand against her ass cheek pushed her forward, the second had her arching her back, and the third hit forced a moan from her, the sound telling me what I already knew. “I can smell your excitement,” I whispered in her ear. “I knew you’d enjoy being spanked. Do you want me to redden your ass some more?” She didn’t say anything, and I wondered if she was afraid to or if she was waiting for permission. “You can answer me.”
“More.”
This is going to be fun.
30
Olivia
“Red is a good color on you,” Luke said, the sting of his palm against my backside lighting the fuse that would undoubtedly engulf me. He’d smacked my ass before, but nothing like this. His entire demeanor had switched when I walked into his house earlier. He was stern and unapologetic. I’d never seen this side of him before. At first, I thought his irritation at me having gone on a date with another man had been the root cause, and maybe it was, but he took whatever he’d been feeling and harnessed it into something else. Something sexually aggressive. Domineering.
After he spanked me three more times, the bite of pain settling into my skin and making me even more excited about what was to come, he ran his fingers through my heat, and pushed them inside me. He said I wasn’t allowed to speak, and I didn’t. But he didn’t say anything about making noises. Grunts and moans were in abundance, forced from my throat with every touch.
With his mouth at my ear, he whispered all sorts of dirty things about what he wanted to do to me. Some of them we’d never tried before, and I could admit I was a little leery about, but he said he wouldn’t push me too far, and I believed him.
His body had been pressed against me, but suddenly he was gone. I didn’t turn around or ask what he was doing for fear of more punishment. Which was a conundrum because I wanted more of his brand of torment.
I was aware Luke was still in the room, somewhere behind me, but he wasn’t making any noise. If he wanted me in a heightened state of awareness, he’d accomplished his goal. My entire body was alight with desire, every hair standing with anticipation, my skin covered in goose bumps.
When I didn’t think I could take the silence one more second, he was back, sliding something silky over my eyes. My entire world went pitch black.
“This is so you can’t see what’s coming.” My muscles constricted, not quite sure how to process his words. “Relax. You’ll love it.” He told me earlier he’d read my body’s reactions, and he made good on his declaration just now. He knew I was apprehensive, so he reassured me.
He slid his palm into mine and pulled me away from the wall. I couldn’t explain it, but even though I couldn’t see, I was more aware of what was going on than if I’d had my sight.
After several steps, he stopped and placed my hand on the edge of the bed, moving to stand behind me.
“Crawl on top and stay on your hands and knees.”
I did as he instructed, waiting for his next move. My ears pricked at the sound of him shedding his clothing, the clank of his belt buckle hitting the floor. Three beats passed before a plastic bag rustled on the bed near me.
Luke took his position behind me once more, running his hand down the middle of my backside before leaning over me and moving my hair away from my face.
“Open your mouth.” I parted my lips. “Wider. Stick out your tongue.” An object touched the tip of my tongue. It was hard and smooth. “Suck on it,” he demanded, forcing the small item into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the odd shape of it before he removed it, only to trail it over where his fingers had just been, pressing it against the ring of my virgin muscle.
“Luke,” I whispered, anxious for what came next.
“I’ll let my name slide because I know you’re apprehensive.” The tip of what I now believed was a butt plug breached my opening, the feeling uncomfortable. When he pushed the object in farther, a slight burning sensation followed. I couldn’t stop from tensing, earning me a fierce swat to my right ass cheek. “You’re not trusting me.”
“I am.”
He smacked me again, and I moaned. “Don’t talk back.” Demand and authority curled around his words, and I’d never been so turned on in my life. After another hit, and another elicit sound tearing from my throat, my muscles worked to accept the full girth of the plug. He kneaded the cheek he’d smacked, and nipped me, running his tongue over the affected area to soothe the bite of pain. “Get on your back and spread your legs.”
When I moved into position, he grabbed my left ankle and wrapped something around it. A restraint, the material soft yet strong. After he’d secured my leg, he moved on to my right one. A moment later, the heat of his body enveloped me before he moved my arms to the side, one by one, working to secure them as well. In uncertainty, I struggled, and all that earned me was a harsh pinch of my nipple.
I moaned, loving the sensation shooting straight to my core. But I was a mess of conflicting emotions.
Anxious but curious.
Fearful but trusting.
Once he’d finished tying my other wrist, I tugged on all restraints, and sure enough, there was no way I was getting out of this until he released me. Being at his complete mercy was exhilarating.
“You’re so turned on, you’re dripping onto the sheets.” His fingers slipped through my folds with ease, and when he pinched my clit, I bucked my hips. I was so sensitive, more than I’d ever been before. “Do you remember when I told you I was going to be selfish? Do things to you for my enjoyment?” I nodded. “You can speak.”
“Yes.”
“That’s going to happen now.”
The bed dipped from his weight as he straddled my waist. Seconds later his knees were on the sides of my breasts.
“What are you—”
“Enough talking. Open your mouth.” His fingers were in my hair, pulling. “More.”
I waited, stewing in the silence surrounding me. My breaths quickened, the anticipation causing me to squirm beneath him. The small movement made me gasp, the fullness of the plug he’d inserted reminding me I was his to do with whatever he wanted.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more suspense, he slid against my tongue. I tasted the saltiness of his excitement, and I wanted more. And when I lifted my head and wrapped my lips around the tip of him, he groaned, the sound encouraging me to take him farther into my mouth. His hand was still wrapped up in my hair, and when I swirled my tongue around, he pulled tighter.
“Do it slow. Don’t be greedy. Remember I can’t come until you do.”
Not being able to see his reaction was torture, but I complied. I teased him, nice and slow, pulling him into my mouth as far as I could manage. When he slid almost all the way out, I gently grazed my teeth over his crown. A string of expletives fell from his lips.
Only minutes after I started, he withdrew completely and moved off the bed. As if sensing my bout of insecurity, he said, “If we kept going, I was going to shoot down the back of your throat.”
“Ohhhh….” My acknowledgment of what he’d said morphed into a guttural groan.
“You’ve used a vibrator before, right?”
“Why?”
“Answer the question.”
“Yes.”
A faint buzzing sound cut through the sexually charged air, and as I opened my mouth to either protest or plead, I wasn’t sure which yet, he placed the device against my inner thigh, the sensation rippling through me. He teased me, running the vibrator up and down the inside of each leg, over my hip bone, even my nipples. Everywhere but where I wanted him to. No amount of begging would hasten his torment, so I remained silent.
“I wish you could see yourself. Tied to my bed, spread wide for me to do whatever I want. I could get used to this.”
“Me too.”
“Do you want me to fuck you with this?” The richness of his voice made me writhe almost as badly as the device in his hand. “Or do you want me to use my tongue? Or both?”
“Both.”
I wanted everything he could give me. If there was a way for him to use his mouth, the device, and his cock at the same time, I would’ve opted for all three. But because that was impossible, I’d settle for what he offered.
The bed dipped once more when he nestled between my legs, the contrast of his warm breath and my arousal sending a chill through me. With the first swipe of his tongue, I groaned, but when he placed the vibrator against my clit, I struggled against my restraints. I was so sensitive; I didn’t think I could handle the sensation.
“Stop moving.”
Every time he gave me a demand, his voice took on an edge of authority, the rasp of his tone carnal, serving to spike my heart rate a little more. This Luke was different from the one I’d had sex with before. That guy was a dirty talker, eager to please, passionate, and fun. This guy was calm, focused, and domineering. I loved both versions of him, but the one who greeted me at the door when I’d arrived turned me on the most.
He tugged on the object he’d inserted at the same time he wrapped his lips around the most sensitive part of me. Again, I tried to move away from him, but couldn’t because I was securely bound. His tongue flicked against me, over and over, and a familiar tingle ricocheted through me.
“Please,” I cried out, not entirely sure what I was asking for. But he knew because he worked his tongue faster, before pressing the small apparatus against my clit a second time. He’d reduced the speed and the pulsations were the perfect mix of pleasure and torment.
“I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Do it.”
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel with both him and the plug inside me, but my eagerness trumped any hesitation. And would he keep the vibrator on me as well? My breath froze in my lungs at the thought that maybe he was right. Tonight might be the night he made me come. Then I’d adhere to the deal, and I’d be his. What I didn’t tell him was that when he made that deal, I’d already agreed to be his, orgasm or not. I just hadn’t told him yet.
“Soon.”
For the next ten minutes he worked me over. Whenever I struggled, a growl crept up his throat. When I arched my back, he’d pinch my nipple, and when I cried out it was too much, he pushed me further. We agreed I’d tell him to stop if I didn’t want to continue, but the word never fell from my lips.
Being blindfolded and tied up desecrated whatever insecurities or inhibitions I’d held close in the past. It wasn’t until tonight that I realized I’d never been this free before. Which seemed to be a contradiction seeing as how I wasn’t free to do anything right now. Not to see. Not to wrap my arms or legs around him. Not to move, switch positions. Nothing.
I’d never felt more alive.
The tingling intensified. My breathing turned choppy, and my muscles tensed as warmth spread through me. The only other time I’d ever felt like this was right before I orgasmed. The wave was cresting. Closer. Taking on a surge more powerful than I could’ve imagined. I danced on the edge and was barely able to breathe, let alone tell Luke that it was going to happen.
But then he stopped. No more vibrations. No more tongue. No more fingers. In fact, he’d gotten off the bed completely.
He lifted my head to untie the blindfold, and when my eyes connected with his, he wore the smuggest grin, his left brow arched to exemplify his expression.
I’d finally found my words, forcing them from the deepest part of me. “I was so close.” I failed to hide the disappointment laden around each syllable.
“I know.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I want to see your eyes. I want to watch you unravel while I’m deep inside you. I want your focus on me while you spiral out of control.”
“But what if I can’t get it back?” I loved everything he’d said, but the chances I could recapture the whisper of my impending orgasm were nearly impossible. It’d taken this long to get this far, and now I feared it was all gone.
“You can get it back because now I know what will get you off.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, curious as to what he thought my problem had been my entire adult life. I needed to be enlightened. Cue internal sarcasm.
“You like to be dominated. I saw a hint of it the second time we had sex. You like when I tell you what to do, when I steal the decisions away from you. I just took it up a notch for tonight.”
“I’d say you took it up several notches.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Luke untied my ankles but kept my wrists secured. He knelt in front me, bending my legs so my feet were flat on the bed. When he moved forward, he rubbed his arousal through my folds before positioning himself at my entrance. With his hands on my waist, he pulled me toward him as he thrust inside me. The feeling of his cock and the plug inside me together was an odd sensation, but when he pulled halfway out and pushed back in, the fullness was like no other. I couldn’t explain the pleasure, so I stopped trying to dissect it and enjoyed it for what it was.
Undeniable sexual gratification.
He reached for the vibrator, and while the object was dainty, the power it exuded was enough to work me into a frenzy. The pink color surprised me because I couldn’t imagine Luke walking into a sex shop and choosing this one. The thought conjured another, and as he slowly worked himself in and out of me, I couldn’t hold my tongue. I needed to ask him a question. But he spoke before I could.
“Yes, I bought everything I used on you today brand new. The woman at the shop was extremely helpful. And I thought you’d appreciate the girly color.”
“How did you—”
“I may have been gone for years, but I still know you.” Out of everything he’d done to me tonight, including him being buried inside me, the last thing he’d said was what made me blush. “Now, let’s get back to it. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”
And get back to it he did.
He surged inside me so deep I lost my breath completely. I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me, but he refused to budge from his position, which was him kneeling in front of me. I soon found out why when he placed the head of the vibrator over my clit, circling it around, his hips matching the motion.
“Luke,” I moaned, tossing my head to the side in desperation.
“It’s starting to happen, isn’t it?” All I could do was nod, not wanting to jinx it by verbalizing my answer. “Look at me.” I couldn’t. I needed to focus, every muscle in my body tightening the closer I got. “Look at me now or I’ll stop.” That got my attention. When I made eye contact, what I saw pushed me further toward the cliff. The flare of his nostrils as he restrained himself from going faster. The arch of his brow telling me he knew he’d go down in my history as being the man who made me come. The curve of his sexy mouth promising me everything without saying a single word. The heave of his chest and the sheen of sweat coating his skin indicative of the effort he’d given to making sure I was sexually fulfilled.
“I can’t… I don’t….” I tugged on the soft ropes binding my wrists, wishing I could grab on to him instead. But I remained at his mercy. My entire body vibrating and humming with the need to splinter apart.
Luke rolled my nipple between his fingers, the quick sting of pain driving me closer.
“You’re so sexy when you’re right there,” he praised. “Your skin is flushed, your nipples are hard, and you can barely breathe. I love watching you fall apart.” He slammed his hips into mine. “Fuck! I can feel your pussy squeezing me.”
