Denial (23 page)

But he lets go with a frustrated grunt. I screech as his mouth makes contact with one of my bruised nipples. It’s
so much hotter than it should be as he licks it. Just as I start to get used to it, his lips move to my other breast and start the excruciating process over again. It’s a heady mix, as much painful as it pleasurable. Watching him suckle me is more of a turn on than the sensation itself. Thankfully, his eyes are closed and he must know better than to look up.

I groan loudly when his hand finds my clit and starts circling it. He makes a similar sound as he tears his mouth from my nipple and kisses my sternum. The flicking finger gets faster as his lips travel lower, his tongue dipping into my navel. It’s so hot to watch. He’s kneeling before me, his mouth moving to replace his hand, pulling my clit to his tongue as I make
a primal call that causes the corners of his closed eyes to crinkle. I know what smile they go with.

I’m not su
pposed to come, but I’m going to if he keeps it up. I screech when he pulls away, rising to his feet and pressing his forehead into mine. After a few breaths I feel a peck on the end of my nose and he sinks to his knees again.

“You taste so fucking wonderful.” He murmurs slowly with a pause between each word to drive my arousal higher. His hands grip my hips to keep me from squirming as I howl. A finger dips inside me cautiously, making me jerk and
gasp for breath through gritted teeth. Ouch. That’s worse than it was when I woke up. He stills, leaning his forehead against my pubic mound. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Maya.”

“It was worth it, Sir.”

He moans pitifully, breaking all contact and sinking his face into his hands. Shaking his head, he regains his composure. “I need to see if you’re actually injured, okay?” Before I can choke out a response, he’s back at the chest of drawers. Oh no. He’s holding a flashlight. This is going to be humiliating. “Close your eyes.”

They already are, but that doesn’t keep the blood from rushing to my face when I hear him flick the light on. He mutters a curse under his breath as his fingers spread my lips. I hear the sound of a bottle opening, reminding me of the lube he used last night. He slides two slick fingers inside of me, spreading them apart.

“Red!” I screech, more from the embarrassment than the pain.

He pulls them out a little slower than I’d like and then his arms encircle me. “It’s not that bad,” he whispers into my ear as he strokes my hair, sounding a little surprised. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” I don’t dare leave off the title. It’s pretty automatic in here.

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I hear buzzing and feel it press into my clit, sending an ecstatic jolt up my spine as Isaac’s cocky laugh reverberates through my chest. His solid body is pressed against mine, making the torture of the unrequited stimulation that much more unbearable. He toys with my arousal, pulling the wand away when I get close and putting it back as I calm down. Each time he brings me closer and closer, obviously able to read my
moans as well as he can read my face. It’s agony, the most delicious frustration I’ve ever experienced.

At this point I’m screaming every time he denies me release and his mischievous chuckle into my ear is infuriating. Again and again and again
, each time letting me get so close I’m sure he’s going to let me but he never does. His mouth makes it worse, suckling my nipples, nibbling my earlobes, licking and kissing any piece of skin that he wants.

“Please!” I
cry out. He smacks my ass harshly.

“What was that?”

“Please, Sir!”

But he just keeps toying with me until angry and desperate tears run down my cheeks. He must realize that I’ll explode on contact because he stops touching me entirely.

“You’re ready now.”

If only he meant for something else. He kicks at my feet gently and I move them together, lifting me up until my hands fall forward. Gripping the chain that links the cuffs, he brings me to the bench and I feel the cool leather against my stomach as he guides me to lean forward.

“You’ve been spanked before, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“So start counting,” he growls, his hand crashing into one of my ass cheeks.

“One!” I screech.

I don’t like this but I’m still so fucking horny I don’t care. His theory is proving to be correct. The pain is nothing compared to how crazy aroused I am. A fascinating warmth creeps across my skin as fluid trickles down my thighs while we make our way to eight. He doesn’t go any farther and I’m surprised that I want him to, but don’t dare ask.

Tears spill down my face. It’s still horribly embarrassing and I don’t know if I’m ever going to get past that part. I feel him come up behind me, his fingers massaging the tortured, throbbing bundle of nerves between my legs as I groan. I sound like a beast. It’s so humiliating. I hate it. But right now I’ll let him do anything to me even though I know he’s not going to give me what I need.

Once again, I’m about to come when he stops. “Give me a color.”

“Green!” An immediate response just like he asked. It makes him laugh deviously.

“That’s what I thought.” I feel his breath on my slit as his hands soothe my reddened flesh. They pull my cheeks apart and my face gets redder. “You liked it when I touched you here, didn’t you.”

“Yes, Sir.” I buck upwards, squirming into him.
Oh, fuck. Please
.

“I’m going to play with you again.” There’s something moist flicking against my anus and it isn’t his finger. He lets out a satisfied groan as his finger circles my clit. “You taste almost as good back here, Maya.”

Holy shit. He isn’t. The firm moisture flicks me again and I’m sure that he is. The worst part is that I like it. My breathing gets heavier. I’m going to explode if he doesn’t stop. He does. I should be glad the humiliation is over but I’m squirming for relief.

“I’m going to get your tight little ass ready for me now. Stop me if it hurts a lot.” His voice is strange and
distant. I don’t like this one. He takes a deep breath and I feel something glide slowly into my ass. It stings a little bit at the entrance, but it’s actually pleasurable. “Give me a color.”

“Green.”

“Good.” He sounds relieved.

I turn my head when he walks away to see him in the composure posture, looking upwards with his face in his hands as he takes slow, deep breaths.
It makes me feel guilty and wish I knew what was bothering him. I thought he liked anal play.

He steps in front of me “Close your eyes,” he
orders. I sense him kneeling in front of me. “Look what you let me do to your nipples.” He rolls them between his fingers. It hurts, but not like it did before I was this horny. I like it. “Good girls don’t let bad boys bite their nipples, do they Maya?”

What the hell
? “No, Sir?”

“And they don’t let boys stick things up their ass, do they Maya?”

I hesitate and he pinches me harder. “No, Sir.” My voice is quivering as my lips tremble. Why is he doing this?

“They don’t like getting fucked all night by someone they just met, but you sure did, didn’t you Maya?”

“Stop it.”

He responds with a ragged breath that might be the start of a sob or a laugh. I can’t tell.
“Do you know what that makes you, Maya?” His voice cracks when he says my name.

“Stop it!” I bawl. “Red!”

He flies out of the room leaving me weeping, bent over a padded bench with a probe up my ass and my hands cuffed together. What the fuck was that? Three loud, scary thuds come through the open door and then I hear the sound of glass shattering. Pulling myself off of the bench, I start to panic. Luke never talks like that during sex, not even close. He’s never even asked, he knows it’s a soft spot for me.

I’m over at this scary chest of drawers, searching for the key to free my
shaking hands. Everything I find just terrifies me more. I need to get the fuck out of here, tethered hands or not. I turn and see Isaac in the doorway, staring at me. Our eyes meet and I pull mine away but his face is confused, not menacing. Who the hell is this guy?

“Maya? What are you doing?”

“Let me go. Now.” He retrieves the key from his belt loop and I thrust my hands as far away from my body as I can. They’re free and he’s reaching toward me.
I don’t think so.
“Stay the hell away from me,” I snarl, slipping past him and out into the hallway.

I’m in my bedroom, locking the door and taking the collar off. My sky-high libido has disappeared entirely. The shadow of Isaac’s feet breaks the beam of light at the bottom of the door and I stiffen, searching the room for something to defend myself. There’s nothing.

“Maya, I…  I went too far.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Will you please come out so we can talk?” His voice is sad and not threatening in the least, but I can’t trust it.

“Not a fucking chance. Leave me alone.”

“Okay,” he croaks. “That’s fine. Did you take that plug out?”

“Yes,” I lie. I didn’t even remember it was there. “I’m fine.”

“Maya…”
I am not talking to you, Isaac
. “Good night.”

He leaves the door and my body relaxes as I put my snuggly clothes back on. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to sleep here tonight but I’m afraid
he might get violent if I try to leave. I wish I had my phone, I could call Piper. Thud after thud comes from his room and he lets out a howl. Then it sounds like he’s sobbing, but I can’t be sure.

“Pick up the fucking phone!” he screams. “Please!” Thud. Thud. “Glory?”
I kneel down and press my ear to the wall so I can listen.

“I know it’s late, I’m sorry,” he sobs. “I’m okay.” A long pause. “I’m not, I swear.
I said I’m not!
” he roars. “I can’t fucking do this anymore,” he chokes, breaking down for a moment. I gulp. He sounds so awful and no matter what I do I can’t shake this feeling that it’s partly my fault. “You don’t understand. It is physically impossible for me to do this. I can’t wait two years. I’ll fucking kill myself.”

Holy shit. “Yes, it’s for
Luke.” A pause. Hearing one side of a conversation is typically annoying but this is terrible. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t have taken it after the last time. I had to. It’s not half as bad as it usually is. No, there’s no cutting.”

That means there usually is. My anger flares, fading into that horrid sinking sensation in my stomach. “It’s a completely different program. He wants to marry this one.”
This one
. “I know it was stupid, but she’s a complete novice. I couldn’t let her go with Eric. He’d love to tear her apart.”

Great, what the hell
does that mean? “Glory, I really messed up. Of course I didn’t hurt her. I can’t do some of the shit he wants me to do… He doesn’t really care, you know how he is. He just wants to power trip. I’ll just tell him she tried it.” That’s sweet. But shit, what is Luke going to think I tried? “Yes, I am actually aware of how fucked up that is,” he spits back bitterly. “Oh. No I didn’t think about that. Fuck! That’ll be a really fun fucking surprise.” I can’t believe I’m hearing this. A ragged sob escapes my throat and I clamp my hand over my mouth so he doesn’t hear it through the thin wall.

“He loves her. He has too. I’m not supposed to kiss her on the mouth and there’s a lot of other shit in there too. No lingering physical damage. I’m supposed to respect the safeword in most situations, well, after she says it twice.” Isn’t that comforting? “Unless I suspect she’s trying to top from the bottom.” What the
hell is that? “It’s very specific.”

“She says she’s into that, but I don’t think she is. And I can’t do it. I
can’t
. I tried. It just didn’t happen.” A long pause. “I’m… doing what I want again… shit I’m specifically not supposed to do. I can’t help myself.” How the hell am I feeling sorry for him after what he said?

“The fucking problem is I did kiss her. I couldn’t fucking stop kissing her and I’m going to do it again, I can feel it.”
The butterflies flutter against the sides of their jar. I truly am as messed up as he is. “And I fucked her in all the ways I wasn’t supposed to. I couldn’t stop myself. ... No, not like that.” Like what? “I fucking told you earlier,” he snarls. “
I did not hurt her
!”

“You are not listening to me, Birdie,” he says authoritatively, in his professional Dom voice. Did that just make me jealous? “I can barely muster what it takes to order her around. She asked to just be normal friends while we cook and I agreed. … I know. Yeah, it’s very fucking dangerous territory, but I can’t stop.”

The wait is so long I wonder if the call dropped. “Glory...” he moans so quietly I can barely hear him. “If I don’t… He is going to fucking kill me. … Yes, he is. You know what he can do.” Isaac is starting to cry again and it’s painful to listen to. He can’t mean Luke, can he? “I can’t. I’ve never felt anything like this before. ... Yeah.”

Another agonizing wait. “Okay,” he says, clearly feeling better. What did she say to him? “That makes sense. I know, two fucking days right? That’s what I keep telling myself.”
Me too
. “Yes. I am leaving, Glor. It’s not optional anymore. It’s just happening. ... Fuck that. No. Are you going to help me or not? I need to know. ” He’s getting angry. “You will? You’re sure? Thank you. … Okay. I’ll let you know. … Yeah, I think I’ll be alright. Thanks for answering again. Bye.”