A Firm Hand: 2 (Bound to You) (13 page)

He just held her.

“Despite the differences in our upbringings, I do understand where you’re coming from. My mother left when I was just a boy. And much like the death of your father, her absence changed things. Changed my father.”

She stilled, stunned by his confession. Aside from the little tidbits he tossed out from time to time, she knew next to nothing of his family or personal life. Patiently she waited for him to continue, relaxing against him as he ran gentle fingers through her hair.

“She just left you?”

“She left us both when I was six, took a job in Europe and never looked back. I haven’t heard from her since.”

A sharp pang of sympathy squeezed her heart. “That’s awful.”

Gen may have had to endure the death of a parent, but abandonment somehow seemed worse. She’d never once questioned her father’s love for her. She could only imagine how Brian must have felt.

“It destroyed something in my father. I reminded him of her and his way of dealing with that was to send me away—boarding schools, summers abroad, anywhere but near him. When I came home from college, he decided it was time to take me under his wing, mold me into the man he wanted me to be. I think he had an attack of conscience. He threw money at me, tried to introduce me to the
right people
. I wanted no part of it. To get away I used to go to this little hole in the wall on St. Pete Beach. A tacky little place on the water. The bar itself is actually in the sand, barstools included.”

“I know that place. It’s the one with live reggae music on the weekends, right?”

“That’s the one. You’ve been there so you know it’s nothing spectacular. The food leaves a lot to be desired and the drinks are watered down, but there was something about the atmosphere. The place wasn’t about pretenses or posturing. People didn’t go there to discuss lucrative business deals or show off their latest female conquest. They went to relax, watch the sunset and enjoy the simple life. It was the very antithesis of my home life. The people there didn’t care whether I came from money. They didn’t pay attention to what kind of car I drove or ask about what college I’d graduated from. They treated me like one of their own.”

“Like family,” she supplied. She knew the sentiment well. What he’d just described were the very reasons she loved Donovan’s so much.

“You could put it that way, yes. So, I decided I wanted a place like that for myself. And I did everything in my power to make that happen, much to my father’s disappointment. To him Donovan’s is a joke. It baffles him that I’d rather run a bar than rub elbows with corporate bigwigs.”

She suspected this was the watered-down version of his story. What a cold and lonely childhood that must have been. She thought of her own life. All the happy memories she had. Thirteen years of them before her life had taken a dark turn. What would it have been like to have lived in a family like Brian’s? He was right when he’d told her she’d had no idea of the life he’d led. She’d been so wrong.

She leaned back to look at him. She wasn’t sure what he saw in her eyes, but whatever it was, it caused him to close himself off from her. His withdrawal was more subtle this time, but there was no doubt their little heart-to-heart was over.

“Enough talk.” He pressed his lips gently to her forehead. “On your knees.”

Sex was an abrupt way to change the topic. But who was she to argue?

She slid off his lap, touching as much of his flesh in the process as was humanly possible, and came to rest, kneeling between his legs. When she went to remove her glasses, he stopped her.

His gaze was pure lust. “Leave them on.”

It was hard to argue with that. She didn’t wait for instruction and leaned forward, taking the head of his soft cock between her lips. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, taking time to explore every inch of him with her tongue. She traced wet trails along his veins, enjoying the velvety feel of his skin. She loved his scent and the way he hardened in her mouth.

He ran rough fingers through her hair as she coaxed him to full arousal. The labored sound of his breath was her gauge, telling her what felt good to him. Raking her nails along his thighs, she braced herself over him so she could give him the attention he deserved. Slowly, she took him all the way to the back of her throat.

A low moan rewarded her effort.

She began sucking him in and out in lazy, rhythmic pulls. A sense of deep satisfaction warmed her. She liked that his pleasure was in her hands, so to speak. Her momentary position of power was only at his discretion and she didn’t want to rush it. From tip to root, she sucked, laving her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she went.

His thighs tensed under her fingertips as he grasped her head, his large hands firm and possessive. She relaxed and let him take over. Her moment was over. He wanted control now. He pulled her down onto his shaft then lifted her away, slowly at first, then rough and unmerciful. By some miracle, she refrained from gagging. His cock reached the recesses of her throat and she tensed. Her restricted ability to draw breath almost caused her to panic, but she held herself still, relaxing the muscles in her throat, disciplining herself for his use.

He came without warning, holding her tightly as he shot warm, salty come into her mouth. She swallowed him down, happy that she’d managed to satisfy him without gagging.

A firm yank of her hair pulled her away from him. “Good god, girl.”

She grinned at him.

“Pleased with yourself I see. No, don’t lose that smile. I like the way you suck cock.” He wiped the drool from her chin with his thumb. “Where are your toys?”

She balked. “What makes you think I have any?”

“Because little perverts like you always have toys.”

He had her there. “They’re in my bedroom in the nightstand.”

“Do you have an anal plug? Lube?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go get them.”

When she tried to stand, he pushed her back to her knees.

“Crawl.”

“Yes Sir.”

She made sure to display her ass and pussy as she crawled seductively to her bedroom. She retrieved the plug and lube from her nightstand then realized her predicament. She couldn’t very well crawl back to him with the plug in her hand. It would have to touch the ground in order for her to do that. Eww. She could insert it herself, but he hadn’t told her to do that and she might get punished for it. The only remaining choice was for her to carry it in her mouth. He’d likely known that when he set her on this little task. And he thought she was a pervert.

She sighed with resignation. Thank god she’d sanitized her toys today. She put the base of the silicone plug in her mouth, palmed the lube and crawled back to Brian. It was kind of hard to look sexy with a butt plug jutting obscenely from her face.

He laughed when he caught sight of her.

She would have laughed too, but she was afraid she would drop her toy.

“Very cute.” He took the lube from her and removed the plug from her mouth. “I’m assuming since you have one of these that you’re familiar with anal play. This one is a little on the small side. I’ll get you a bigger one soon.”

Her eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll step you up gradually. I don’t want to hurt you.” She must have looked skeptical because he added, “Well, not any more than you can handle. Have you had anal sex?”

“Yes, but it’s been awhile.” A long while.

“We’ll have to train your tight little ass then. I want to be able to fuck you in every hole.”

Oh god.

“Now be a good anal slut, turn around and bend over for me.”

The idea of him probing such an intimate place embarrassed her, but she obeyed. She whimpered as he reached between her legs and played with her pussy. He dipped a finger inside her, wetting it with her arousal, then smeared it over her clit. He took his time, caressing the sensitive nub. A wave of heat washed over her as her sex swelled under his skilled hand. The word
please
was on the tip of her tongue. Before she could say it, he withdrew his attention.
Damn him.
She had a hell of a time holding in her frustration, but whining and begging wouldn’t get her anywhere.

He applied a generous amount of cold, slick lubricant to her anus then inserted a finger, gently preparing her for the plug. Silently, she thanked him for being so considerate. The rubbery tip slipped easily inside. Burning discomfort quickly edged out ease as he gradually worked in the rest of the length. She held her breath and tensed when the widest part painfully stretched her. Fuck, it hurt.

His hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap. “Relax.”

She drew in a deep, ragged breath, struggling to accept the invasion. Finally, he pushed past the resistant ring of muscle. She sighed in relief. The fullness was uncomfortable, but not altogether unpleasant. One thing was for sure, if she wasn’t desperate to come before, she definitely was now.

“Finish your sketches.”

Was he serious? She turned her head and gave him a pained look.

“Yes, with the plug in.”

She didn’t want to sketch. She wanted his cock in her. Did he honestly expect her to draw with this thing in her ass?

“Go on,” he said, giving her a smack on the butt.

She tried not to show her disappointment as she crawled to the stool and climbed onto it. She shifted, attempting to find a comfortable spot on the hard wooden seat. The damn thing was unforgiving, but there was no way in hell she’d breathe a word of complaint. She would just have to deal with it.

Brian returned to his previous pose, belt and all. Reluctantly, she picked up her pad and pencil and went to work. The plug proved to be a good motivator. She’d thought the distraction would hinder her ability, but it was just the opposite. She was so preoccupied by the sensation of being full, and how aroused she was, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Her art came out beautifully when she got out of the way and let the creative process take over. A butt plug was one way to do it.

She added a few finishing touches to the rough sketch then closed the book and set it on the table. “I’m done,” she murmured, wondering what he had in store for her next. An orgasm, hopefully.

“I trust you’ll show it to me when you’re ready,” he said, standing.

He picked up his boxer-briefs and slipped them on. Her stomach clenched with disappointment as she watched his long legs disappear into his jeans. Why was he getting dressed? He wasn’t finished with her, was he?

“Wait an hour before removing the plug.” He paused, pulling his shirt over his head. “Tomorrow you’re to wear it for three hours and four for the following day. I want you to have it in when you come to see me on Thursday.”

Great. She was going to have to wear this damn thing every day with no promise of release? Her distress must have shown on her face.

“You have something to say, girl?”

Please don’t leave me like this. Fuck me. Make me come. Something. Anything.
“No Sir.”

“Walk me to the door,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

Her anguish made itself known in the deep whining sigh she released as she pushed herself off the stool. She followed him like the dutiful submissive. When he put his hand on the doorknob, she refused to look at him.

Firm fingers raised her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Thank you for talking to me tonight.” He kissed her with soft lips, lingering with a tenderness that only managed to confuse her.

She didn’t want gentleness from him. Not now. She wanted him to take her to bed and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Brian’s tendency to do exactly the opposite of what she wanted aggravated the hell out of her. The smug grin he gave her after he broke the kiss left her so annoyed she had a hard time keeping her face blank. Her thoughts immediately went to her well-stocked toy drawer. She didn’t need him to get off. She was perfectly capable of doing that all on her own. A twinge of guilt twisted her gut for actively thinking of disobeying him while he stood right in front of her.