Bound to the Bad Boy (4 page)

He hooked his thumbs in his jean
pockets and waited.

Megan was making her decision. And
it had to be
her
decision.

Would she remove her dress?

If she did, it meant that they
were stepping back into something far deeper and more passionate than anything
he had experienced since she’d left. He’d been with a few other women in the four
years since she’d dumped him, sure. He couldn’t walk around with a sack full
every day, pretending that he wasn’t a hot-blooded man… and besides, the chicks
just threw themselves at him and the guys. He’d have needed to be blind not to
be tempted by the tits and ass that offered itself to him on a daily basis.
When he’d had Megan in his life and in his bed, he had never given in to
temptation. He was loyal.
Devoted.
He kept his word. Megan
had been more than enough for him. But when she told him it was over, when she
ripped his heart and his life apart, he saw no point in keeping to himself and
he’d even scened with a few of the chicks. But none of them had connected with
him like she had. Not one of them had held a candle to her flaming red inferno.

None of them were anything like
her. They didn’t fuck like her. They didn’t respond like her. They didn’t make
him laugh like she did. And they didn’t even smell right. He wanted her back.
With every fiber of his being.
Even just for one night. But
he hoped that it was for much, much longer.

He roamed his eyes over her body
and held his breath as she finished unzipping the dress. It seemed a lifetime
since she’d begun and he trembled with the effort of keeping his hands to
himself. She held the material over her breasts for a moment and worried her
bottom lip in the way that he had always found so cute. She had that quality
not many women did. She was both hot and cute at the same time. Megan was the
type of woman a man would want to marry, but also the type that made him want
to bend her over a chair and tan her backside until he could see his handprints
all over her creamy white flesh. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and kiss
every inch of her body, yet he also wanted to plunge his cock into her mouth
and lace his fingers into her hair so she swallowed every inch of him before
drinking his hot cum.

He almost cried out with the need
that pulsed through him.
Please, Megan. Drop
the dress…

She did. A flush spread from her
cheeks and across her beautiful chest like a river when the ice is broken.

Megan was as beautiful as he
remembered.

No.
More beautiful.

And she wasn’t wearing a bra. The
corset style top of the dress must have been holding her heavy breasts in
place. He gazed at them, large and full with their wide round areolae and erect,
ruby nubs. His heart pounded as he followed the spattering of freckles that
dusted her chest and collarbones. She had always hated her freckles but he
found them endearing.

He looked lower and his cock
throbbed. She wore a tiny pair of sheer black panties and black hold-up
stockings, whilst balancing on the highest pair of red stiletto heels.

She was the epitome of sexy.
Of femininity.
Of what he desired in his
sub.
In his woman.

But she would have to surrender
to him if they had any chance of being together again as sub and Dom, even if
just for one night.

“Now, Megan. You know what to do
next.” His throat was tight, his tongue clumsy in his dry mouth.

She met his eyes.
Nodded.
She spread her legs so that they were the same
distance apart as her hips then she took hold of her bosoms. She struggled to
cradle them in her petite hands, as she lifted them, presenting them to him.
Gazing at her huge creamy bosoms made him so hard. It conjured images of
fucking her from above as his balls slapped against her ass.

“Good…so good, Megan.”
So magnificent.
She
had
remembered.
Almost.
“Now it’s time for your
inspection.”

Her face grew redder. Heat filled
his body, raging through him like a demonic possession. He was going to enjoy
this.
A lot.

****

Megan trembled as Matt stared at
her body, a hurricane of emotions raging inside.
Excitement.
Nervousness.
And a need, to find out if her memories
were correct or if, indeed, as she feared, she had embellished and idealized
them.

Matt circled her as she stood holding
her bosoms. He was so close that she could smell him and feel his breath on her
neck, her shoulders and softly brushing her ears. Her left breast bounced with
the thudding of her heart and her pussy tingled with anticipation.

She was already floating on
adrenalin, the heady natural high it seemed only Matt could induce in her.

“What’s wrong with this
inspection, Megan?” Matt whispered, his breath tickling her nape as he lifted
her hair to press a kiss there.

She inhaled sharply.

Really?

“I’m still…wearing my…panties.”
She bit her lip.

“Yes.”

“Shall I remove them?”

She shivered as he traced a
finger down her spine, resting it in the back of the waistband of her sheer
black underwear. The back of his hand seared her flesh as he gently rubbed the
finger lower and lower, so that it slipped between the tops of her buttocks. When
he turned it around and pressed her anus, she quivered at the intimacy of the
gesture.

“I would like that, sub.” He
pushed a little harder.

“I want to please you, Master.”
She released her breasts and they swung free, then she took hold of her panties
and slipped them over her hips and down her legs. As she bent forwards, he
pushed the tip of his finger into her rear and she caught hold of her shins in
order to balance. He probed her for a moment.
Gently.
Just inside her tight opening. It was exquisite and it made her long for more.
Which Matt
knew.
Of course he knew. They’d played this
game so many times before.

But she also knew that this was
just a teaser. He was testing her.
Making her ready.

When he pulled out of her butt,
she straightened up and stepped out of her panties, then went to remove her
heels.

“No.” Matt moved around to face
her. “Leave them on. I find them highly erotic.”

Megan bit her lip. She was so hot,
she felt like she would blow a gasket. The anticipation was almost unbearable. She
took hold of her bosoms and lifted them again. When she parted her legs, she
could smell the intoxicating scent of her own arousal. Just being naked before
him again, doing his bidding and hoping to please him was exhilarating. How had
she forgotten? How had she been able to give this up?

Because it had taken over
everything and she had become obsessed with Matt.
With their
relationship, and wanting to please him.
She had become afraid of how it
consumed her. And no wonder… Yet each time the fear had reared its unwelcome
little head, she had squashed it like an annoying ant. Her feelings for Matt
had always won over her doubts, until the physical distance of going to college
had actually separated her from him.

Her legs trembled. Could she
really do this again? What if she couldn’t stop this time and she hurtled along
uncontrollably into his bed and his life, losing herself, her identity and her
freedom? It could happen. She might be older now, might have seen what life was
like outside of Cherub, but could she resist caving in to her vulnerability,
her own intense desire and her need to be Matt’s sub?

Her thoughts drifted away like
cobwebs on the breeze as Matt stepped closer, so close that he was almost
touching her with the front of his body. She could have sworn that sparks
ricocheted between them.

Megan stared at the floor,
recalling how she was supposed to behave when they played. Her breathing was
shallow, her skin prickled with heat. Her longing to be touched blazed through
her.

“Megan,” he whispered then gently
brushed her lips with his own. She gasped. Leaned towards him but he pulled
back. “Do you remember your safe words?”

She nodded.

“Say them, sub.”

She tensed at the command.

“Red means stop right now. Yellow
means
it’s
okay, but to slow down or change what
you’re doing before it becomes red. Green means…” She paused. He was
hovering
his hands over her breasts. Her nipples were rock
hard now as if reaching out for his touch.

“What, Megan? What does green
mean?” He ran his fingers over her distended buds simultaneously, his brown
eyes flashing with mischief.

“Green means…GO… Keep going…” He
tweaked her nipples hard. “GO! GO! GO!” She met his gaze, a blush spreading
over her chest and scalding her cheeks. Matt had barely touched her and already
she was a panting wreck. This desire, this passion, this need was so intense
and so frightening. This was why she had run. She had fled from this because it
was so overpowering.
As uncontrollable as a runaway train.

She could lose herself in Matt.

Stop this now before you do.
Now.

She opened her mouth, intending
to say
Red,
to end this before it
began, but she was unable to even form the words upon her tongue because Matt
began rolling her hard rosy nubs in his mouth in turn, then suckling them with
a hunger that met her own. No, she would not end this now. She would allow
herself to feel, to remember and to enjoy.

For tonight.

Matt lifted his head. His eyes
were full of Megan. She could see herself there, her own reflection distorted
in his ebony orbs. She took a step back. Her nips throbbed from his attention
and she adjusted her fingers around her breasts. She took a deep breath then
spread her trembling legs again. Her clit yearned for his touch now and her
pussy throbbed, too empty without the fullness of his penetration.

But he didn’t lower his mouth
again. He just stared at her, breathing heavily, his wide chest straining at
the front of his t-shirt. It seemed like years before he spoke again.

“Now I am going to continue my
inspection, sub.”

Megan nodded.
Please do.

“Green,
Master.”

He circled her again and she waited.
He ran a finger over her buttocks as if testing her surface for dust. She
shivered.

“Are you cold?” His voice carried
concern.

“No, Master.”

“Good.”

When he stood in front of her
again she kept her eyes lowered. The front of his jeans bulged with an
impressive erection that she had to fight the urge to touch. Not yet.
Only when he allowed it.
When he gave the
command.

“This is torture, Master.”

“Now, now,
Megan.
We both know that
this
is not torture. This is anticipation. This is your inspection. Torture will
come…later.
Perhaps tomorrow.
Or the
next day.”

She filled her lungs greedily.
Later?
Perhaps tomorrow?
Or the next day?
But
that wasn’t going to happen. She wanted just one night. There would be no
glorious future filled with Matt’s erotic punishments. Did he want more than
one night? Did his desire for her still match her own for him?

She bit her lip. No sense
spoiling the moment. She would tell him later that she didn’t intend to stay in
Cherub. She
couldn’t
stay in Cherub.
But it could wait.

Matt lifted his hand waist high and
she gritted her teeth.

Now …please, now…

He stroked her navel, teasing the
shallow hole with a fingertip before brushing the front of her pussy with his
knuckles, running their bumps over the outside of her lips then underneath.
Each one increased the exquisite pressure in her engorged clit and her legs
shook with the effort of holding back.

“Good sub. You’ve been waxed.”

“Yes, Master. I’m glad you’re
pleased.” Thankfully she’d had a Brazilian wax just two days ago. She went in for
regular waxing, disliking a big red bush. And Matt had always liked her pubes
short and neat. He wasn’t a Dom who preferred the completely shaved look,
though she knew if he had been she would have done that too.

To please him.

You’re losing your identity already. Fool.

He slipped a finger between her
folds and ran it from front to back.

But so good…

“Are you hot, Megan?”

“Yes…” Her voice cracked. She was
scorching right now. He ran his big finger up over her clit then down, down,
until it found her soaking opening. “Oh, Master!”

“Shall I fuck you with this
finger, sub?”

She nodded. “Please, Master.
Please…”

He slid it into her depths and
she opened her legs wider. He joined it with another finger and used the pad of
his thumb to caress her clit.

“Oh, Master, I have missed you.”

“I have missed you too, Megan.”

She stole a glance at his eyes.
They were warm, full of desire and longing. She let go of a breast and reached
for his face, meaning to touch him. She was desperate to touch him. He pulled
his hand from her pussy and stepped back. She almost fell over.

“Oh…”

“What were you doing, Megan?” His
facial expression hardened. She had misbehaved and she would pay for it now.

“I just…oh, I just wanted to
touch you.”

“That is not presenting
yourself
for inspection, sub.”

She hung her head. “No. Sorry,
Master. I’m sorry.” She had forgotten. She was out of practice. But he was so
handsome and she had only meant to touch him, to caress his gorgeous face for a
moment. To feel the stubble that shaded his jaw. But it was not part of their agreed
act of presentation between Master and sub.