Bound to the Bad Boy (9 page)

“Well I’ve got a few things I
have to get done today but I could take you up there tomorrow or maybe the day
after. How does that sound?”

“That’d be great. Thanks.” He had
things to do? She wouldn’t be spending the day with him? Well what did she
expect? She had dumped him four years ago and severed all contact. She had hurt
him. Just because they’d had one hot and steamy night together didn’t mean that
he belonged to her again.
If he ever had.
She had to
pull herself together. Maybe she should just get her things together and get
the hell out of Cherub before she ended up in over her head again.

That would be the wise thing to
do.

“And…uh…if you’re up for it…I’m
going to Club Castille tonight.”

He waited, one eyebrow raised in
query.

Did she want to return to the
BDSM club that they had visited before their split?
If she
didn’t go with him, who would he scene with?
Was she really up to a
return to the scene…in public?

As Matt began to kiss her neck,
her breasts, her stomach then disappeared beneath the sheets, she started to
think that maybe she was. Maybe it would be good to go there with him.
As his sub.
They could test out their relationship…if it was
a relationship. Scene together and test the waters again.

It might show them that this really
was just a one off. A reunion fired by a love from the past.
A
brief interlude into the passion and bond that they had once shared.
Then
they would be able to part amicably and return to their separate lives once
more.

But lying there in Matt’s bed
with his head between her legs, his hot mouth covering her most sensitive place,
Megan knew that, for her at least, this was no brief interlude.

This was a step back into what
had been the highlight of her life. With the man she had loved more than she
loved herself.

Chapter Six

Matt watched Megan stroll into
the bathroom then he got up and began to dress.
Boy,
was he in trouble. He couldn’t believe how deeply she had gotten to him in such
a short time. But then he’d never stopped loving her. He had thought about her
every day since she’d left and dreamt about her almost every night.

Losing her had sent him spiraling
out of control. Without Megan, his life sucked. He had struggled to keep going.
But as vice chairman of the Cherub Chapter of the Night Warriors Motorcycle Club,
he had responsibilities. You didn’t just wimp out because your old lady dumped
you like a sack of old clothes. So he had forced himself to put one foot in
front of the other each day. It had been tough. But he had done it. Could he do
it again?

Seeing her last
night.
Playing with her.
Watching her fall
asleep and listening to her cute little snores, which meant she was totally
relaxed. All that was different to just remembering.
Her
sweet, soft skin the color of cream.
Her wavy red hair,
like a waterfall.
The freckles on her little nose and
across her chest.
Her delightful curvy body with breasts that could make
a grown man
weep
...
And her gentle,
unassuming nature.
All these things whirled around inside him.
Every one a reason to love her.
To want
her.
To need her.

And all reasons
why he shouldn’t be allowing her to get under his skin again.
He was an
adult now.
No longer teetering on the brink between being a
teenager and a grown man.
He had loved Megan with all of his heart and
wanted to give her the world. But that wasn’t enough for her four years ago. So
how could he know if it would be enough for her now?

His suggestion that they visit
the club was one way of finding out more about the woman Megan had become.
They’d been separated by time and distance and he didn’t know if her priorities
and her needs were the same as they had been. Once, she had been content to be
with him, to lie in his arms or sit behind him on his bike and he had believed
that she wanted for nothing else.
But now?
She’d been
away, and had time to experience a life outside of Cherub. Was that life
better? Or had she discovered that the old cliché was correct—the grass is not
always greener?

So many
questions.
So many fears.
He didn’t want to
scare her away or to spoil their time together by pestering her with them all.
But he needed to know how she felt. She had booked the hotel room for four
nights and spent the first night with him. Time was short, but already they’d
experienced some of their former closeness. If it was real, or just a
resurgence of former emotions, he wasn’t yet sure. It was possible that their
love could be rekindled, dragged back from where it had gone to rest and it
might even emerge stronger, better, more grown-up than before. When he was with
Megan he believed that anything was possible. Without her, the horizon was
bleak.

So a visit to Club Castille
seemed appropriate. It would be a way to explore their deeper feelings. At such
an establishment there was no way of hiding the truth. It would out itself and
then he would know. If this was just a temporary lift in an otherwise empty
existence, he would take it into his hands and hold it tight, enjoy every
second of it then allow Megan to walk away. But if there were more to it, he
would find out and make sure he never let Megan go again.

Not making love to her, at least
not fully, was one way he could maintain his clarity and sense of objectivity.
Though he might be a boiling pot of emotions, not penetrating her allowed him
to observe her and to assess her. He knew that if he entered her hot, feminine
body, he would be unable to think clearly and that could ruin everything. Once
he gave in to his primitive urges to fully immerse himself in her both
physically and emotionally, he would be lost forever. And if she didn’t choose
to be with him after that, then he would be a completely lost cause.

So he was being strong.
Using every ounce of his willpower.
And man, it was hard. His
dick was like titanium. He could hang his leather jacket on it and walk around
like a human coat hanger. Maybe even carry his bike on it too.

The sound of the shower running
stirred him into action. He could pop in there and soap Megan’s back.
Nothing wrong with that.
He’d already made her come twice
this morning and he loved giving her pleasure. It was better than his own
orgasm because he loved her and wanted to make her feel good. His own climax
was always the icing on the cake, but he would have to wait before he got in
that deep.

 
If at all.

Matt threw the sheets aside and
jumped out of bed. He walked towards the bathroom and smiled. She had left the
door ajar, perhaps hoping that he would join her. He gave his aching cock a
quick squeeze and his balls tightened in response.

Yes…join her.

****

Megan saw Matt approaching the
shower. She shivered with delight. Was he coming in?

“Will you join me?”

His eyes were dark and her
stomach flipped. He would join her as her Dom.

He opened the bathroom cabinet
and pulled out a paper bag. What was in it?

Her pussy ached as she looked at
his rock hard cock. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. But he had refused.
So far.
And she thought she knew why. Matt liked, needed,
above all else to remain in control. He would only enter her when he was ready
and she knew from past experience that all the begging in the world would not
encourage him to change his mind. He was nothing if not consistent.

And gorgeous.

He opened the bag and removed two
objects: A tube of lubricant and
a small
purple silicon
object that she couldn’t make out properly. He moved towards the shower screen.

“Would you like to play, sub?”

She bit her lip.
Now?

“I…I thought you had plans?”

“Nothing that
won’t wait for an hour or so.”

“Yes, Master. I would like to
play. Please.”

His eyes lit up and he lifted the
purple object. “Do you know what this is?”

She stared at it. “I think I
might have an idea, Master.”

“Tell me.”

“Is it…a butt plug?”

He nodded. “Correct. Just a small
one, to get you started.
Again.”

Again?
They
had engaged in anal play in the past but since Matt, she hadn’t come across a
man with his tastes. So her anus had been neglected. She had missed the extra
stimulation that having it played with brought. It added an extra dimension to
sex.

Matt covered the plug in lube
then dropped the tube into the sink. He held the plug aloft and Megan stared.
Her legs began to tremble. She was excited, yes, but also nervous. How would it
feel after so long?

The purple plug was about four
inches long. It was narrower at the tip that would fit inside her, then it
widened towards the other end.
The end that would sit outside
her body, stimulating the tight ring and sensitive skin between her cheeks.

Matt walked into the large shower
enclosure, taking care not to get the butt plug wet. “Don’t want to wash off
the lube. That might hurt your sweet ass, sub. Come here.” His voice was deep,
low, and masterful.

She moved out of the warmth of
the shower spray and took his proffered hand. He pulled her close and kissed her.
Her body blazed with desire as his cock dug into her belly and his hand roamed
over her back, circling, circling until it reached her bottom. He pulled her
against him so that their flesh met from chest to feet and he kissed her with a
passion that made her feel like crying. She wanted him badly. Not just now but
every day for the rest of her life.

She was getting in too deep. But
it was too late to stop now.

He moved the hand that cupped her
buttocks down to where they parted and slipped his finger into the cleft. He
continued to kiss her, his tongue roaming over hers, exploring every inch of
her mouth. When Megan felt his fingertip probing her tight rosette, she moaned.
He pulled back.

“Remember, sub. You have to
relax.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Let’s get on with this then.” He
grinned.
“Your re-initiation.”

He turned her around with one
hand and pushed her closer to the shower wall.

“Open your legs so I can stick
this into your butt.”

He was so open.
So unembarrassed.
So unhindered by the silly shyness that sometimes
crept into sexual encounters she’d had with other men. With Matt she knew
exactly where she was. She knew what he wanted and he made her feel it was okay
to be sexual.
To want to be satisfied.
He loved her
body and he made her feel proud of it. There was no awkwardness about body
parts or bodily functions. It was about connecting in every way possible.

She placed her hands on the
shower wall and allowed the hot water to run over her face, her breasts and
down to her throbbing pussy. The tiny warm droplets caressed her swollen bud
and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to make her come.

Matt took hold of her ass and
parted the cheeks.
“Color, sub?”

“I am green, Master.”

He placed the plug against her
anus. It was cold and slippery. He rubbed it there for a moment, spreading the
lube then he began to slide it into her. Megan sighed as it entered her tight
cavity. It was unusual, invasive,
new
. Though it was
not the first time and she had, years ago, taken his big hard cock into her
ass, this felt unfamiliar. It was
like
the
first time again.
As if she were a virgin being taken by the
bad boy.
She trembled with the thrill of it.

“Your ass is tight, sub. I can’t
wait until it’s ready for me to fuck. I’m going to take you so hard when I do.”

Megan clenched her teeth. Matt’s
promise excited her, delighted her. How good it would be to have him penetrate
her again in every orifice.

The thought must have relaxed her
muscles because the plug slipped into place and she relished the joy of having
her rear full. Matt moved closer to her so his chest was against her back, his
cock bounced next to the plug and he wrapped his arms around her. He found her
clit with one hand and her breasts with another and he began to rock her
towards fulfillment.

Each squeeze of her nipples and
each caress of her clit drove her higher. The hot water rushed into her open
mouth and into her eyes but she did not care. The grinding of Matt’s cock
against her ass drove the plug into her, the larger end rubbing her hole and
creating a sensation at once tender yet delicious.

She wantonly rubbed her pussy
onto his fingers, encouraging them to enter her until she was full both front
and back.

“Master…” She panted.
Lost.
Animal.
About
to peak.

“Do you need to come, sub?”

“Yes, please, Master.”

“Then come for me, dirty little
sub, while the plug fucks your ass and my fingers fuck your cunt.”

“Yes…Oh yes…Master.”

She pulsed onto his fingers, onto
the butt plug and cried out again and again as the orgasmic waves washed over
her body. It was too much, too powerful, too consuming to understand. But it
was better than ever.

When her orgasm faded slowly away,
she collapsed against him and was grateful for his strength as he held her up.
Supporting her in every way.
As he always had.