Killing Time (13 page)

He couldn’t hide his discomfort at the thought of someone sharing his bed but that night he would make an exception because some part of him wanted to finally break past that barrier. He needed to discover what was so awful if he did the unthinkable and allowed a woman into his private sanctum.

Rory swigged from the bottle of Cristal several times to calm his nerves before he opened the double doors to his bedroom.

The place he called his own was cold, neat and masculine. Lots of stark whiteness against a large California King poster bed with perfectly polished steel, ivory sheets and a matching duvet set with European pillows fluffed perfectly. He liked pale sheets because they were easy to clean and easy to spot dirt. He was fastidious with his hygiene and although they would only be used once, everything on his bed would go right into the laundry shoot the following morning.

The polished marble floor felt cold against his feet until he stepped on the large area Persian rug placed in close proximity to the bed. Aurélie looked around before she turned back to him.

“Are you never here at all? This place looks like a showcase at a museum, not a bedroom anyone actually uses.”

Rory smiled and offered her the champagne bottle which she took gratefully and sipped from delicately before she handed it back to him. “Of course I use this room. No one else does and I am a bit of a neat freak so if you’ll forgive all the perfection, just know you are free to mess it up at anytime.”

“Somehow, I think that will get me punished and I’m not ready to try that aspect of this lifestyle yet.”

Did she just say yet?

Perhaps he’d misunderstood what she meant but it mattered very little as there wouldn’t be a next time and besides, he didn’t want to bring that part of his life in that room. For the first time in what seemed like forever, all he wanted was to indulge in good old-fashioned vanilla sex. French vanilla in his case as there would be a bit of domination and submission but no toys, no games—just two young, healthy individuals who would enjoy carnal knowledge in all of its bold and exciting glory.

Something inside him wanted out and just seeing her in that robe made everything male and primal about him crazy. He set the bottle down on a glass art deco bedside table and strode toward her with precise movements. Before she could say anything, his left hand reached out and grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a hungry kiss.

Another first in a long time—he wasn’t big on kissing either; it was too intimate and could easily lose the balance of what was just physical pleasure and what went further.

Rory thrust his tongue in her mouth and she responded eagerly as she allowed him to control her movements. He undid her robe with his right hand and ran his hand from her collarbone to her pussy. She had a Brazilian wax, which didn’t hide much and he easily found the swollen nub between her legs. She had no idea what he’d done but she had learned her first lesson in orgasm denial.

He’d purposely fucked her in her ass earlier that evening knowing she wouldn’t get any pleasure out of the act because she wasn’t in the lifestyle. Had she been, it would have turned her on even more but she was pretty hot and wet now so he hadn’t done too bad of a job.

Her robe came off as she shrugged out of it and he pushed her onto the bed. “I want you flat on your back and do
not
move. Put your hands over your head and lace them together. No matter what I do, you are not to move your hands. If you do, I’ll be forced to put the handcuffs and blindfold on you, understand?”

She nodded her head vigorously as he slipped off his robe and let it slide to the floor. Her eyes fixated on his pulsating cock and although she tried to act coy, he knew she wondered how something like that had fit into her anus. He wasn’t John Holmes—the famous dead porn star—that was for sure but he had a healthy penis size of eight and a half inches when erect and girth along with his over-average cock.

He was hard at the moment, so very hard his scarlet cock curled against his belly and the mushroom head was a deep purple.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded and she did so with a wanton elegance only a French woman could have done.

Rory smiled before he spread her pussy lips with his fingers and circled her clit. She tensed under his touch and a soft moan escaped her mouth as she watched him with hooded-eyed interest.

He settled between her legs and began to dart his tongue inside her as she began to writhe under his fingers. He stopped playing with her clit and brought his hands underneath her buttocks. Her anus was still red and swollen from his rough treatment and he kissed it before he began to rim her with flourish.

She twisted underneath him uncomfortably, whether from pleasure or pain or perhaps both, it thrilled him to his very bones he could still bring this kind of response out in a woman.

Perhaps his manhood had taken a beating when he lost Trésor. If anything, she had made him a better lover and a better Dom because he still wanted to please his submissive. Yes, she wasn’t his equal but if she derived absolutely nothing out of the arrangement then a Dom could soon find himself alone. He’d seen it happen to many friends who went too far and didn’t realize although they thought they were controlling their subs, they were actually bottoming out to them.

When these very same submissives left them for other masters, they were heartbroken and became more sadistic due to the departure. Many of them took the culture to an extreme and he didn’t like to watch their handy work therefore he managed to keep himself to himself and indulge when it suited him.

Rory met Aurélie’s eyes and glared at her like a scolded child. “You’re not to come unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“What?” she asked out loud.

“You heard me perfectly.”

“But . . . how do I control something like that?” The look on her face and in her eyes, which were completely gray at the moment, was one of apprehension and confusion.

“It can be done. Just learn to control the impulses inside of you. Believe me, I am only asking you not to come for a short time. I will let you come tonight, just not now.”

Rory began to tease her resolve by licking and sucking on her clit. Her breasts heaved up and down and he reached up with careful fingers and pinched her nipples hard.

The sensation was to take away the pleasure from him tonguing her but it seemed to do the opposite. Her hips bucked against his face and she shook with an ache so deep, he knew he had made her come and it was not a feeling she could have stopped under any circumstances but he would still punish her regardless.

“Bad girl,” he whispered and flipped her over from her back onto her stomach. “Get on all fours and stick your ass in the air.”

She did as she was told and her ass puckered high before him, her pussy lips slick with juices from deep inside. He touched her ass possessively as if she already belonged to him and slapped her hard. She winced with pain but said nothing. He slapped her again and wished he had a paddle because they did more damage than his hand ever could. He had no wish to break her skin but he did want her red and sore.

Every time his hand hit her ass, there was just the sound of the slap. She was defiantly quiet as if to make a sound would be a sense of weakness and she would never give in to him. Her defiance made him hit her harder and still—nothing—not one peep out of her.

He stopped and soothed her aching ass cheeks that were still brightly scarlet against her healthy olive skin.

“Turn over.”

Aurélie did so and she stared at him with a look of forlorn shame yet underneath, defiance clung to her expression. Her face, wet from the tears she’d allowed to fall and her eyes, red yet the color didn’t take away from the beautiful green-gray of her irises. She’d cried silently but she’d never said a word or buckled underneath the pressure.

He settled his body between her legs before he licked the tears from her cheeks. She didn’t flinch or turn away but she almost seemed to be in a fugue state, her eyes wide-open but so little movement.

Rory kissed her lips, slowly, softly at first before he parted her lips with his tongue and she responded this time. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back as he began to devour her neck. He wanted to taste every inch of her but his cock ached for release and he needed to be inside her once and for all.

He grabbed his thick cock and entered her tight, soaking depths inch by precious inch. She felt lovely, warm and tight. He could sense every sensation and pleasure because there wasn’t a condom barrier to prevent him from feeling anything.

Aurélie’s face was a mask of ecstasy and her eyes, brilliantly green-gray at that moment, were lust-filled and stared deeply into his. Rory didn’t want to look at her because it was too intimate in a way beyond sex. She could see his soul and he could see hers; he began to thrust inside her slick, tight depths just to concentrate on something other than the look on her face.

However, even the pleasure he was feeling and giving to her in return didn’t allow them to turn away from each other. He could imagine how he looked, his face contorted in pure ache to come yet attempting to delay it as long as possible. He would never be in this position again with this woman. Yes, he could take her again, and probably would before she left, but it wouldn’t be the same. He would close himself off and make sure he felt nothing for her. It would be just pure sex and nothing else.

Rory leaned over and kissed her hard, his tongue connecting with hers in an open mouthed passionate endeavor and she slipped her arms around his neck. He didn’t tell her she could do it but it felt right as she grabbed his hair and her gentle hands caressed his scalp.

She spread her legs further and he worked on keeping them as far apart as possible. It was a turn on to look down and watch his cock sliding in and out of her slippery depths. She was so fucking wet, it turned him on even more and he couldn’t help thrusting quicker and deep as he could work his way inside her but her depths seemed endless. There was a barrier there but she was so perfect, so warm and snug he felt like a child again protected by his favorite blanket.

How would he be able to let her go in the morning? The thought scared him to death because he needed to be with her, wanted her, and craved her like no other woman who’d ever been in his life. He would soldier on and survive like he always did but it wouldn’t be pleasant and a heartache would set in from the pain of losing both Trésor and Aurélie although the latter wasn’t his to lose as the former had been.

Rory’s orgasm began to build from his balls and travel up in a slow, agonizing hum that drowned out everything. He leaned over and said, “You can come now.”

Aurélie moaned loud, her eyes closed as she scraped her fingernails against his back, breaking soft skin along her trail.

He stifled a moan as the pain and pleasure met at the same time and his orgasm flowed out of him into her. It seemed to go on forever and he continued to thrust into her until he went semi-soft. Finally, he collapsed on her body though he balanced his weight and made sure it wasn’t too much for her to bear.

Slowly and with great reluctance, he exited her body and lay there, his head on her stomach as she caressed his head and neither said a word.

Why did he always have to be right? She was the one he’d been searching for the whole time but alas, she could never be his and that hurt more than if she’d outright rejected him or his advances.

He closed his eyes and sleep claimed him as a tear fell from his eye pressed against her fragrant stomach.

Chapter Seven

I LAY THERE FOR A
long time after Rory had gone to sleep on my stomach. I felt the wetness of his tear and wanted to ask what that was about but he slept instead, his breathing deep yet soft against my skin.

Had I ever met someone who was as emotionally fucked up as he was? I didn’t think so and that hurt me more than when he had violently taken me up the ass. Could I just walk away and forget him? I didn’t think so but it wasn’t my decision and that didn’t sit well with me.

My sudden and unexpected feelings for Rory scared me only because in him I could see my kindred spirit. We were opposite sides of the same coin; completely and irreparably screwed up yet nothing we could blame our parents or anyone else for doing to us. We were both cold, emotionally withdrawn people who found it hard to connect with others and although I was engaged to another man, my feelings weren’t even the slightest bit conflicted over what I had done.

Like him, I craved pain as much as I liked to dole it out. However, I had absolutely no idea I would be as receptive to
physical
pain as I was to psychological and mental pain. I was the perfect little masochist as well because didn’t I practice orgasm denial on myself with Grayson. My fiancé had never made me come because I never allowed myself to relax enough in his presence to grant him that kind of control over my body. I didn’t think that made him a bad lover but rather it made me quite the master at blocking out any pleasure he could ever offer to me because I
refused
to accept it.