Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1) (10 page)

Chapter Seventeen

M
y few days alone in New York were surprisingly pleasant, yet lonely. Usually on business trips like this I would have found myself a companion or dialled up a few ‘friends’ I had in this part of the world. Despite my loneliness, I only wanted to be alone. I wasn’t sure where this sudden depression came from. Was I honestly bothered by not having a woman? Most men would love the position I was in.

              Time flew and soon I was back in Ithaca. Amber collected me from the airport and then dropped me off back home. I was tired but wasn’t going to postpone my time with Narelle. I enjoyed the thought of meeting with someone I was familiar with. Who knew; maybe I was soon to discover that Narelle and I had more in common than kinky sex.

*

I scanned the shelves and finally found the whipped cream. I placed it in the basket beside my punnet of strawberries and made my way to the chocolate section.

              “Hayden?” I looked down the aisle to where Cassandra, Gregory’s wife, and their youngest son Tyler stood. Instantly I geared up, ready for Tyler’s attack. He ran at me and punched into my stomach. I tightened my abs and took the blows. This was our usual greeting.

              “Hey there, little man,” I said, ruffling his short hair. “I think I can see some improvement in that right arm of yours.”

              “I’m doing an extra lesson every week now,” Tyler shyly said with a smile that showed his few missing teeth.

Cassandra talked with a smile as she always did. Gregory and I had known each other since way back in college. Although Cassandra wasn’t exactly ecstatic about my influence on Gregory when they first started dating, we were now family friends, and I had much respect for her.

              “It’s odd to see you shopping, special occasion?” she asked, looking into my basket.

              “Well sort of,” I said with a smile. “I’m catching up with an old friend. I thought this might be nice.”

              “Nice?” Cassandra asked raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Well, I hope your friend appreciates them. Oh, that reminds me. While I have you, I am organising a surprise party for Gregory in the upcoming month, if you are interested in coming, please do.”

              “That sounds great,” I smiled, grabbing a block of dark chocolate off the shelf. “I better go before I am late, but keep me posted on it. I will definitely be there.”

              I ruffled Tyler’s hair once again and took my goods to the check out. I couldn’t give in to Narelle tonight, I had deserts planned and I was certain I would get to know Narelle better. I had to really understand the women on my list. If I wanted to settle down with anyone of them, I couldn’t just keep fucking them.

*

It only took me ten minutes to drive to Narelle’s. I buzzed on her apartment door and waited patiently. She opened the door. The black leather coat she wore covered what I could only imagine to be naked flesh. The small sparkles from her studded collar grabbed my attention. Was that a dog collar? I jumped as she cracked a whip on the ground.

              “I’ve been waiting,” she tutted. She grabbed my tie and pulled me to her. She closed the door with her heel and slammed it shut. Pressing her red lips to mine, she devoured my tongue with greed. Her fingers were already tearing apart my buttons before I tried my hardest to push her away.

              “Wait, Narelle,” I gasped as she kissed down my neck, her hands fiddling with my belt. I grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head.

              “So you want to be a dominatrix this time?” she said with a suave smile, still trying to bite at my bottom lip.

              “No, I bought desert.”

She looked at the bag only for a moment. “But honey, you are my desert. But if this is what you want to use, then please be my guest,” she purred. She pulled out of my grasp and cracked the whip again. With her other hand she grabbed a firm hold of my ass.

Oh god, why did I ever think I would be able to sit down and have a conversation with Narelle? I was already aroused from the cracking of that whip of hers.

*

It was the hardest five minutes of my life, melting that hot chocolate in her small kitchenette as she stared at me like a wild cat from across the room. I plated the strawberries, melted chocolate, and whipped cream on the small rounded table.

              “I tell you what; you want to get to know me? Let’s play a game. For every question I answer, you have to do something for me,” she said as she swung her whip. I gulped hard. I could only imagine the pleasure and pain I would experience in that deadly game.

              “Fair enough. How is work?” I asked opening the conversation.

              “Work is work,” she answered. She stood and walked over to me. She sat comfortably on my lap. “My turn.” She wrapped my hands around my back and pulled a pair of handcuffs from her coat. I looked at her, knowing too well where this was leading.

              “That’s not a very good answer,” I said, trying to defy her desire. Naturally, my cock had its own agenda. What guy wasn’t turned on by a beautiful cougar locking them down on a chair while she sat on their lap?

              “I’m not a very good girl,” she said, grabbing a strawberry and sucking on it before she bit into it viciously. My cock was hardening beneath her and she gave me a knowing smile. She had both legs on either side of me, her pussy hovered over my cock. “Ask your next question, sweetheart.” She flicked away her black hair and began caressing my dick. I sucked in a breath.

              “That’s not fair,” I said, aroused by her touch.

              “Ask your next question, handsome,” she repeated. She continued to stroke me and took another bite of the strawberry, letting some juice flow over her lips. Can a strawberry even be that juicy?

              “Umm… Ah. Do you have children?” I asked. Is that really something I wanted to know? Well, of course it was. It was if the mind of my cock and I were arguing with one another as I tried to resist the urge.

              “Two,” she said forwardly. She ripped my shirt open in one clean break, the buttons busting apart everywhere. She parted her lips and sprayed whipped cream into her mouth. Moaning, she swallowed some of the cream. When only half of it was gone she took my tongue again. Forcefully, she passed the whipped cream into my mouth. Her tongue was dominating mine as she pushed me back against the chair. She swallowed hard, the motion a turn on in itself as I knew what else she could be swallowing.

“Next one.” She smiled wickedly, knowing how hard this was for me.

              “Umm, any hobbies?” I asked, swallowing hard.

              “Nothing, really. Maybe reading and bondage, but that’s it,” she said. She leant over to the table and grabbed the bowl of melted chocolate. She dipped her finger in it. “It’s a bit hot dear, but I’ll make it better.”

              “Wait, I—,” Before I could finish my sentence and urge her to stop, she drizzled the hot chocolate all over my chest. The chocolate poured down my abs towards my v-line. Her cold tongue covered the trail of the hot chocolate which burnt like a bitch. Her tongue licked at my v line, and my cock was in overdrive. I was too hard to think of anything else right now. When she looked at my face she saw the fiery passion in my eyes and smiled before she slammed her tongue into mine and lifted herself so she could undo my pants. She had won. I’d only lasted three questions.

              “Nothing too crazy this time. I didn’t like the assless chaps we used last time,” I said, almost shivering at the memory. She cracked the whip again. “And for god’s sake, please don’t use that on me.”

She held my cheeks firmly before diving her wicked tongue down my throat. Fuck, she was crazy. I truly wanted to offer her desert and this was the outcome. No sex. But there was only so much that I could take and it would be an insult to deny her when she obviously wanted me so bad. I wanted to lift her onto my cock and let her wet lips hover over the tip of my shaft in a teasing manner. I wanted to slam her over my cock, but the restraints of the handcuffs kept me at bay.

              “If I let you loose, will you do everything I say?” she teased. She bit at my ear and pulled, maybe a little rougher than I would have enjoyed.

              “Yes,” I breathed. With a few manoeuvres behind my back, I was free. I grabbed her fine ass and lifted her. I walked her over to the bed as she cracked the whip beside me again. I threw her roughly on the bed. She bounced and her leather jacket slightly opened, revealing her very naked self.

              “Oh no, sweetheart, you lie down,” she demanded, tapping next to her. I looked at her with uncertainty before lying down on my back. She smiled at my obedience and lifted her leg over me and sat just in front of my cock. She grabbed the handcuffs again and held my hands up to strap me to the bed head. She strapped a blindfold over me so everything was black and I could only see slightly beneath the bottom of the blindfold.

              “I will go easy on you, little kitten. But just so you know, there are many other men who go all out with me,” she purred. She clasped her hand hard around my cock and gave me a jolt of both pain and pleasure. I breathed heavily as she left me for a moment. From what I could see, her long legs walked over to the dining table. She walked back over, erecting herself over my cock again. She began to drizzle the hot chocolate over my body. The heat still burnt me. Wherever it drizzled, her tongue trailed. 

              “Are you hungry, my sweet?” she purred, her claw-like nails trailing down my chest causing me to gasp in pain. She popped a strawberry into my mouth. She scratched down my chest again and bit my chest. Actually bit it. The strawberry acted more as a gag than anything and I almost choked swallowing it whole. She purred next to my ear. “Do you think you could eat the strawberry from somewhere else while I enjoy some whipped cream?”

              Before I could answer, she pressed her finger to my lips, silencing me. From the bottom of the blindfold I could see her turning around. Her leather jacket gave a low thud as it fell to the floor. I tried my hardest to raise my head, but there wasn’t any way I could bust through these handcuffs.

              The cold tinge of whipped cream swirled around my cock as she began gulping it down and licking at it.

              “Hungry?” she purred. I could only see from the bottom of the blindfold that she raised a strawberry and placed it into her, moaning as she positioned the strawberry in her pussy. She leant back towards my face so the smell of strawberry was near my nose and the leaves tickled me.

              She sprayed the whip cream once again around my cock, going down on me and licking at the cream. Taking her lead, I bit at the strawberry, using my tongue to lick it out and curl it into my mouth. I couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. The rate she was going she would eat the whole can of whipped cream.

              “Let me just fuck you,” I growled savagely. She laughed slightly and finished the whipped cream. The sensual sound of her licking her fingers made me want her more. I’ll give it to her rough if that’s what she wanted. She moved again, lifting my blindfold.

              “Do you think you can make me cum, Hayden?” she challenged.

              “Baby, I’m going to make you cum so hard that you will never think of any other man in your bed, even when you are fucking them, you will still be screaming out my name,” I growled. She liked that challenge and found the keys to unlock my handcuffs. As soon as she did, I tore my arms from the bed frame and turned her onto all fours. I slammed my cock instantly into her. She wasn’t yet wet enough and it was a pained moan that escaped her lips, but she asked for this and this was what she wanted. I pounded hard into her until her lips moistened for me; my cock throbbed and wanted her tightness to stay.

              I grabbed the back of her elegant studded collar and tugged her back on it as I fucked her from behind. She purred in pleasure with every jolt I gave her. She loved this choking. I pulled out of her and grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back. I entered her straight away before she could even register that she had been turned, and pumped into her hard and fast as she moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her heels around my back. Her nails dug into my back and forced me to grunt as she dug in and dragged down my back.