Insolence (2 page)

Aric touched her cheek, his fingers brushing lightly against
her soft skin. She trembled and awe swept over him. Despite her forceful
personality, she appeared to have no difficulty letting him take control. Her
trust called to him as deeply as her sensuality did. He just needed to discover
the truth behind her actions.

“Have you been formally trained?”

Keeping her eyes cast down, she said, “No Sir.”

He hissed in a breath. He hadn’t realized how arousing it
would be to hear her call him Sir. “When is your flight home?”

She swallowed hard, as if she didn’t want to answer. “Sunday
evening.”

“You can’t learn to be a proper sub in a couple of nights,
Ains.”

Fear flickered across her face and Aric sensed her panic. He
chuckled. “Don’t worry. Now that you’re here, I’m not about to let that stop
me. You wanted this. It will be my pleasure to fulfill your desires.”

He took her small purse from her and tossed it on the couch.
Getting her naked would be like unwrapping a Christmas gift. He wanted to savor
every moment of anticipation. Aric pushed her suede jacket over her shoulders,
stripping it from her. It followed the purse. He held his breath, his hands
skating down her silk-covered back and over her jean-clad ass. A shudder
rippled through her. Touching her with the intent to arouse and succeeding sent
his own arousal soaring. But he controlled himself easily. It was something
else entirely to control Ainsley.

He shifted closer to her and brushed back her hair, exposing
her throat. He dropped a kiss on her sensitive skin and she moaned. With a
chuckle, he took her earlobe between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.

Aric sensed how hard she was fighting to maintain her
stillness. When he touched her ass, her muscles contracted and he knew she
yearned to rub her thighs against each other. He wondered if she could get off
like that, letting her wet panties press her swollen clit as her legs squeezed
together rhythmically. God, he’d pay good money to see that, he thought,
remembering all the years he’d fantasized about her. Now that she stood before
him, it was time he stopped thinking of the past and got on with the task at hand—seducing
Ainsley.

Aric kept his voice deliberately soft. “Look at me.”

Raising her eyes to his, she gazed at him with an expression
he’d never seen on her beautiful face. Lust etched itself on her features,
giving them a haunting quality. He’d always thought her gorgeous. As tall as a
man, slender but athletic and muscular from years of martial arts, she had the
kind of inner grace that came from knowing exactly who she was. The kind of
inner grace many of the best subs had.

He stood a full four inches taller than her six feet, and
she usually took advantage of that by wearing heels around him. Tonight, her
heels were low and she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. Although she
kept her face impassive, her eyes skimmed his features. For the first time in
his life, he wondered how a woman saw him. He knew his thoughts were irrational
because Ainsley had known him since they were both children. If anyone knew
what he looked like, she did. Yet he couldn’t deny that he wanted her to think
that his dark hair and light eyes, his bronzed skin and the dimple in his cheek
all added up to handsome.

As if she could read his thoughts, a glint of appreciation
appeared in her eyes. His heart leapt and a smile turned up the corners of his
mouth.

“I never thought I would have the opportunity to speak these
words to you but, Ains, I want you,” he murmured, his fingers slipping into the
open neckline of her silk shirt.

Her breath caught audibly in her throat when he stroked her
skin. Swiftly and expertly, he unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall from her
body. He marveled at the satin of her skin. She wore no bra and her full
breasts tantalized him, the hard, dusky tips standing at attention. His groin
fired anew.

Then, for the first time in all the years they’d known each
other, he bent his head and kissed her. The softness of her lips seduced him.
Liquid fire rushed through his veins and his control snapped. His tongue
brushed the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth, shivering as he licked at
the wet flesh inside. The taste of her intoxicated him more than the finest
champagne and he floated on a euphoric cloud, all because he was finally
kissing Ainsley.

Aric’s hands glided up her naked back, pressing her against
his chest, her unconfined breasts molding themselves to his hard contours. The
sensation of those hard nipples poking into his pecs through the thin material
of his t-shirt couldn’t be denied. He reached up to cup the firm mounds.
Ainsley began to shake and he deepened the kiss, his tongue no longer teasing
but demanding. He pushed past her teeth and took control of her tongue, coaxing
it into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly while his fingers made short work of
her jeans.

The denim slid down her thighs. Aric broke the kiss, needing
to see her silken skin, touch it and taste it. He resisted, only letting
himself look. “Remove your boots.”

She knelt before him to remove the boots and stayed on her
knees, eyes downcast, arms crossed at her back. Jealousy flicked at him. He
wondered where she had learned that since she’d already admitted to not being
trained.

Aric felt completely out of control. He had just broken
every rule he’d steadfastly enforced in life since he’d opened Insolence. He
had no contract with her. He’d brought her to his home instead of the dungeon.
She had asked to be his submissive, yet he hadn’t treated her at all as he
would a sub. As if he were a criminal on a high-speed chase, he’d blown through
all the barriers he’d put into place to keep his control at its maximum. And he
didn’t fucking care.

The woman in front of him had been his wet dream for the
better part of his life. He’d kissed her and a whole new world had opened for
him. He’d touched her and marveled at how cardboard his dreams were compared to
the reality. Now his every sense had swung into stunning focus, as if he’d put
on 3-D glasses.

“Undress me.”

Aric closed his eyes when she rose to her feet. His senses
opened fully as she slid his t-shirt up, tugged his arms through and cupped the
back of his head to pull his shirt off. Her fingers trailed lightly down his
chest and his control threatened to snap at her touch. When she reached his
jeans and popped the top button, he opened his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a
moment of her expression when she saw his cock.

The zipper came down carefully and he could swear she held
her breath, but he was so busy holding his own he wasn’t sure. Her long fingers
brushed against his swollen length through his denims. Aric gritted his teeth.
The sensations licking along his nerve endings had him on the verge of orgasm
already.

“Oh!”

Whisper soft, the startled exclamation accompanied her
discovery that he wore no underwear. Too intent on her reactions to smile, Aric
thrust his hips toward her.

“Take them off.”

She tipped her head to look up at him, but before her eyes
could reach his, she dropped her gaze, dipped her head and slipped her hands
into his jeans. Her warm fingertips grazed his buttocks and Aric bit back a
groan. Her hands stroked down the outside of his thighs, taking his jeans with
them. She froze for a moment as his cock sprang free. Her nails scored his
thigh muscles and the tip of her tongue flicked out to dampen her lips.

“Do you want me, Ainsley?”

Again, her tongue swiped over her lips. “Yes,” she
whispered, without raising her eyes. Hastily, she corrected herself. “Yes Sir.”

Aric smiled. His body thrummed with a sexual tension far
beyond what he usually felt with a new sub. His actions were not by the book,
but this was Ainsley. His emotions and his body never reacted normally to her.
He knew in his gut that he could never have a Dom/sub relationship with her.
Nor did he want to, a fact that surprised him only a little. For years he’d
gotten off on dominating women. With Ainsley, he wanted to control her but not
dominate her. Not exactly. The realization that he needed so much more from her
had begun to shred the fabric of the life and the lifestyle he’d lived for the
last few years.

“Finish undressing me. I want to fuck you.”

Aric’s crude words didn’t elicit a reaction from her. She
quickly finished her task and sat back on her heels, her eyes lowered.
Gooseflesh prickled her skin and Aric knew she was acutely aware of him, of his
nakedness, his strength…and his cock. He reached out to stroke the shining
strands of her hair, his fingers trembling slightly. His control felt
shattered. No one had ever affected him as she did.

As her silky hair slid through his fingers, he drew a deep,
calming breath. He took a step back from her. “Come,” he commanded and turned
toward his bedroom.

He knew she followed him, but had the disconcerting urge to
glance back and make sure. In the bedroom he didn’t turn on the lights.
Instead, he opened the blinds. The wall of glass let in every bit of ambient
light from the street below as well as the brilliant silver moonlight. His
four-poster bed stood in the center of the room, dominating the huge space.
Ainsley stood just inside the door, her eyes lowered.

For a moment, Aric thought he would completely disgrace
himself by coming. Standing half in moonlight, half in shadow, her naked body
was so close to his idea of perfection, he knew she’d been made for him. The
vision of her naked in his bedroom, submitting to his dominance, almost did him
in.

“Lie on the bed with your arms stretched above you,” he said
hoarsely.

She moved like liquid silver, her muscles and flesh fluid
and graceful. She turned back the sheets and comforter and stretched out on the
dark paisley-patterned sheets. Her breasts rose, the stiff points of her
nipples arcing upward as she lifted her arms above her head.

On legs that shook from the force of his arousal, Aric
walked to his dresser. He swallowed hard. No sub had ever been in his bedroom.
Ainsley was the first and only woman ever to lie on the bed he slept in. He
couldn’t even remember the last time he’d spent the night with a woman. He
usually didn’t have the accoutrements of the lifestyle in his home. He’d always
played in the club.

For a moment he stood staring at her, thinking how he’d kept
his life completely compartmentalized. He lived the life of a Dom, but always
in public. Not around his family and never around Ainsley. Yet she knew what he
did to get off. She knew he didn’t do vanilla sex.

He stared at her, taking in the sexy body he longed to touch
and taste. His cock and balls began to protest his lack of action. Shaking off
the sense that he had just jumped off a cliff without a parachute, Aric grabbed
a set of steel handcuffs from the top of the dresser. Lined thickly with
padding and plush velvet, the cuffs weren’t meant to pinch or hurt, only to
restrain. They were the only thing he had in the apartment that spoke of his
lifestyle. He’d brought them upstairs to customize them by adding a few links
to the chain. His fingers closed over the cool metal and he took the cuffs to
the bed.

Ainsley’s head didn’t move. Her eyes were still lowered even
though she lay on her back. Aric knelt on the mattress. He started to reach for
her arms and hesitated, the weight of the cuffs heavy in his hand. The
realization that he was about to cuff his best friend, a woman he loved more
than any other person in his life outside his family, made him hesitate. The
thought occurred to him that he should be making love to her, cherishing her,
not cuffing her to his bed so he could fuck her into submission.

Cool fingers brushed his, stroking the metal of the cuffs.

“I want this.”

Aric froze. Again she hadn’t acted as a true sub would, but
he really didn’t care, dismissing her demeanor in favor of the sensations
ripping through him. His body reacted to her words and touch as if someone had
struck a match inside him, setting off the fuse to a block of C-4.

Closing the cuff around one slender wrist, he threaded the
short chain through a bar on the headboard and snapped the other cuff on. He
stared at her restrained arms. Shock reverberated within him. Holy shit. He’d
cuffed Ainsley Connor.

A thousand ideas about what to do first with Ainsley
clamored for attention in Aric’s brain. He sat back on his heels and let his
eyes take in the eerily strange yet wholly satisfying image of Ainsley in his
bed, restrained by handcuffs. He’d dreamed it so many times he almost pinched
himself to be assured of his wakefulness.

He breathed deep and a citrus scent filled his nostrils.
Ainsley had smelled like oranges and limes for as long as he could remember.
Now his nose picked out another scent. The scent of her arousal. His cock
twitched painfully as he glanced down at her legs. Her thighs were parted
slightly, enough that he wanted to burrow between them and push them farther
apart so he could bury his face in her pussy.

Lust spiked hard within him and, unable to control himself
any longer, he cupped one breast in his palm. She sucked in a breath, the sharp
sound breaking him free of his reverie. He tested the weight of the firm flesh,
raking his thumb over the stiff nipple. Her skin felt like the softest velvet.
Her body rippled, the undulating movement letting him know she’d pressed her
thighs together.

Aric smiled. As horny as he was, at least he wasn’t alone.
She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. Maybe more, since she’d had to
come here to offer herself to him.

He deliberately ran his fingertips over her body with the
lightest of touches. From her throat down to her collarbone. Around each breast
in a swirl until he reached the hard, peaked tip. Along her ribs to the flat
planes of her belly. Across her hipbones and into her navel. Trailing his
fingers down her hip to where the curve of her buttocks sank into the mattress,
he stroked down one thigh, over her knee, up the inside of the other thigh…

A moan broke from her and his fingers stopped.

“You like that. You like me touching you.” He let his words
brush over her in lieu of his fingers.

“Yes!” Her reply held a loss of control he found empowering.
She practically sobbed with wanting him.

He wanted to cover her body with his and kiss her until they
both turned to Jell-O, but remembering what she’d asked for downstairs, he
smacked her thigh sharply with the palm of his hand. “The answer is ‘yes Sir’!
Don’t forget why you are here, Ainsley,” he warned.

“Yes Sir,” she said in a low, shaken voice.

He heard the lust that underscored her words. His cock ached
to take her and get it over with, to take the edge off his arousal and to know
what it felt like to fuck her. He wasn’t ready to relinquish control yet,
however. He’d waited twenty years. Another twenty minutes didn’t matter despite
the bitching from his balls.

Aric slowly parted her thighs, his gaze raking over their
slender form, the well-toned muscles sleek and pliant beneath his fingers. Her
pussy lay before him, the folds of her slit unfurled and engorged with blood,
moisture glistening on the pink tissues. She waxed, something that kicked his
lust up a few more notches.

He stared at the apex of her thighs, enthralled with the
delicate flesh. Finally, the handcuffs rattled as she moved restlessly. With
gentle hands, Aric pushed her thighs wide and angled his torso between them.

“Oh you are something else, Ainsley,” he murmured, his
fingertip teasing the swollen petals of her labia.

She whimpered at the slight touch and he knew she’d become
exquisitely sensitive. With his thumbs, he carefully eased her open, his gaze
drawn to her deep-pink center where more moisture pooled. He blew a stream of
air on her and a strangled cry escaped her. He grinned. He loved that what he
did drove her crazy. Payback, he thought with deep satisfaction. Every jiggle
of her breasts, every sway of her hips, every brush of her body against his for
three-quarters of his life had been torture.

“Hold very still, Ainsley,” he commanded. “If you move, I
may have to punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

The reedy sound of her voice gave away her hard-won
composure. She had to concentrate to speak, and all she wanted to do was thrust
her cunt into his face. He knew the signs, knew how badly she ached with the
need to come. He bent down and sucked her labia into his mouth, his tongue
rolling over the sensitive skin as he tasted her salty, sweet essence.

The hitch in her breathing coupled with the quivering of her
muscles made Aric smile. She held herself still with difficulty, and he was
about to make it even harder for her. Determined to break her down to mindless
pleasure, he let the point of his tongue graze her wet folds. Swirling his
tongue, then lapping at her with the flat of it, he worked her into a frenzy.
Cream coated his chin and he rubbed its stubbled surface against her, using the
friction as part of his assault on her pussy.

Aric licked, nipped, sucked, stroked and teased every inch
of her engorged flesh. He had three fingers embedded in her depths, working her
pussy and pressing relentlessly at her G-spot. By the time he pulled back the
hood of her clit and circled it with his tongue, he had her so worked up he
knew she could no longer control herself.

A keening cry escaped Ainsley as she came, her pussy
clamping down on his fingers as her hips jerked, her body beyond her control.
Aric flicked his tongue repeatedly over her clit. Her skin rippled as her
muscles contracted. He looked up briefly and saw that she had a white-knuckled
grip on the slats of the headboard. Pulling his fingers free of her body, he
lifted his head, licking his lips and tasting her essence on his mouth.

As he watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest, Aric
thought about kneeling over her and filling her mouth with his cock. The Dom in
him hoorahed at the notion of making her suck his cock while she was cuffed to
the bed. But the man who had spent years dreaming about her giving him a
blowjob wasn’t satisfied with that scenario.

Leaving the bed, he retrieved the key to the handcuffs. He
leaned over and unlocked them, drawing them from her wrists and setting them on
the nightstand. Ainsley’s eyes met his and he saw a very un-sublike touch of
anger in them.

“I said I wanted this, Aric. Why are you stopping?” she
asked softly but with a hint of steel in her voice.

Aric bit back a grin at her tone and question. If he hadn’t
been completely focused on having her blow him, he would have taken exception
to her lack of control and aggressive manner. He took her hand and pulled her
up until she sat on the edge of the mattress, feet on the floor. His gaze slid
over her nude form, her skin still flushed from her orgasm.

“I’m not stopping. I just want to see my sub on her knees.”

Firmly he pushed her to the floor, spreading his thighs and
drawing her between them. She went willingly, her eyes cast down again. Gazing
down at Ainsley’s bent head, Aric thought briefly about the road that led him
to this searingly significant moment. All the high school and college years of
dating, girlfriends and vanilla sex had left him restless and with the nagging
sense that he’d missed out on something. Discovering BDSM and his dominant
tendencies after college led him to a career path and a lifestyle that he’d
been happy with for nearly ten years. Being a Dom satisfied him as nothing else
ever had.

As Ainsley knelt with her face only inches from his swollen
cock, Aric had an epiphany. Maybe being a Dom wasn’t the perfect fit he’d
thought it was. Sure, he’d had the best sex of his life since he’d become part
of the BDSM community and he’d been happier than at any time since he’d hit
puberty, but that same nagging sense of something missing had still been there.
He’d just been too busy having fun to notice.

With Ainsley’s cream still tart on his tongue, it dawned on
him that he’d used being a Dom to keep people at arm’s length. He hadn’t had a
girlfriend in more than five years. He’d never brought a woman to his home,
never taken one to meet his father, never slept with one overnight. He’d cut
intimacy from his life.

He didn’t want to shove his cock in Ainsley’s mouth while
she’d been restrained because he wanted her to touch him. He needed the
intimacy of her hands on him, needed her to have the freedom to express how
much she wanted him without a submissive’s compulsion to please.

As she’d knelt between his thighs, he knew that with her he
could never have a true Dom/sub relationship, one that encompassed every facet
of their lives. Ainsley was too dominant herself, and Aric didn’t want to
change her. He needed to take her beyond vanilla sex, but at the same time, he
had no urge to completely master her. The city’s most prominent Dom might have
the fierce urge to collar her and dominate her in the bedroom, but he had no
desire to put a leash on her and parade her through his club publicly. Her
submission, such as it was, would be solely for him.

Aric stroked his hand over her hair. He’d broken all his own
rules and reveled in it. Instead of disengaging his emotions, he had given them
free rein for the first time in years. And his cock had never been so hard.

“Sir?”

Ainsley’s soft murmur pulled him from his thoughts. Pain jabbed
him, shocking him. Earlier, he’d found it incredibly hot that she’d called him
that. Now that he’d tasted her and touched her, he found it disconcerting that
he preferred the sound of his name on her lips to the evidence of her
submission. His lips quirked in a derisive smile. All the years he’d spent
building his reputation as a Dom and he’d been brought to his
knees—figuratively anyway—by a woman who knew what he’d looked like with a
mouth full of braces and an outbreak of acne.

“Do you want to suck my cock, Ainsley?” he asked, a slight
sense of apprehension snaking down his spine.

A visible shudder went through her and her hands fisted on
her thighs. “Y-yes Sir,” she whispered, her voice exhibiting the same tremor as
her body.

He leaned back on his hands, his hips lifting toward her.
“Then go ahead.”

Her body angled toward him, her fists still on her thighs,
and her breath wafted over his heated flesh…and then he raised a hand to stop
her. Cupping her chin, he tilted her face up so their eyes met.

“I want you to look at me, Ainsley. I want to feel your
hands on me,” he rasped hoarsely. “I want you to show me how much you want to
suck me, how much you want me. Can you do that?”

For a moment the submissive demeanor she’d adopted, the one
she had such trouble sustaining, fell away and her eyes shimmered as if with
tears. “Oh God. Yes, Aric,” she groaned.

His name on her lips sent heat flaring through his body. His
cock twitched and her eyes flickered down to the thick stalk of flesh that rose
from his neatly trimmed pubic hair. She reached up and tucked her long hair
behind her ears. She dropped her hands onto his knees and Aric trembled with
lust. Her long, slender fingers smoothed over his thighs confidently. She
leaned into him, her torso pressing against his calves and knees. The pale
green of her irises darkened and he felt the weight of her gaze on his balls.
They tightened, aching unbearably.

Ainsley smiled, her lush pink lips parting slightly. Her
hands caressed his thighs, stroking up to his hips and teasing the sensitive
skin over his hipbones. She bent her head and the wet lick of her tongue danced
over his balls.

Aric moaned. He couldn’t stop himself. Her fingers encircled
the base of his cock as she licked and sucked the firm globes of his testicles.
She took one in her mouth and the hot, wet suction nearly made him come. His
brain began to short-circuit as lust threatened to take over. For one angry
moment, he wondered where she’d learned that trick with his balls, but then her
mouth began a wet glide from the base of his cock to its tip and he quickly
forgot his anger in the rush of pleasure he experienced.

“Dear God, Ains!” he exclaimed, flames engulfing his body as
her mouth touched him. “That feels so fucking good!”

He sat up so that he could tangle his hands in her hair,
pushing the chocolate-colored strands back. His eyes focused on her as she ran
the tip of her tongue over the crown of his cock, teasing the weeping slit,
tasting his pre-cum and licking her lips. She hadn’t even taken him in her
mouth yet and already it was the best blowjob he’d ever had, he thought,
stunned by his reaction.

Pink lips parted moistly and fitted themselves over the
engorged head of his penis. Aric sucked in a breath. Her mouth opened wider and
his cock slid into the wet depths, her lips stroking over him until her face
was buried in his short pubic hair. Her throat muscles worked him and Aric
suddenly had very tenuous control over himself.

She pulled back slowly, sucking and licking as she went, and
the visual had him in knots. His cock emerging from her sweet mouth, the mouth
that argued with him for most of his life, had to be the most erotic sight he
had ever seen. Wide-eyed, he stared as she set up a rhythm, sucking him
strongly, her mouth, throat and tongue working in conjunction, expertly pushing
him toward orgasm. She hollowed her cheeks, throwing her cheekbones into
prominence, and her pink lips turned ruddy around his flesh.

He could barely breathe because his heart beat so quickly
and so hard. His cock jerked every time her tongue swirled over it. His balls
were tight and painful, more than ready to dump a load of his cum down her
throat. And all the while, her mouth worked him over and her hands stroked his
body, learning the dips and angles, finding the sensitive spots and teasing
them.

When her fingers glided along the crease of his ass, one
fingertip like lightning on his anus, he lost it. His fingers tightened on her
hair and with a hoarse shout, he came, spurting hot cum into Ainsley’s mouth
and throat. She sucked him harder, swallowing expertly. By the time she eased
back on her heels, his semihard cock slipping from her mouth, Aric knew what
they’d shared wasn’t like anything he’d ever experienced before. He’d just
come, but already he burned to possess her, to fill her with his cock and make
her his.