Mr. Smith's Whip (10 page)

She almost asked what he was talking about, but thought better of it. They both knew full well what he meant.

“It’s not important.”

He scowled. “It is to me. Not only weren’t you feeling well, but he has no right to touch you. No one does. Even I wouldn’t without your permission. Consensual is one of the three main tenets of the lifestyle. Are you going to tell me you consented to being roughed up?”

“Of course, I didn’t,” she exclaimed indignantly.

Snaking a hand around her waist, he pulled her to his chest. His warm skin felt so good against her cheek. She breathed in his sleep-heated scent and wrapped her arms around his waist.

It seemed so natural, as if he’d courted her and now they were a committed couple.

“When I spank, some of my implements might leave marks on your ass. Ropes or cuffs might leave marks, depending on how rough we get,” he offered, “but I’d never bruise you with my touch. It’s not how I operate.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She sighed, realizing she’d have to tell him what happened. “He did grab me. Shoved me… I stabbed him in the foot with my shoe.”

“I love your shoes,” he replied and she heard the grin in his voice. “Who is
he
?”

“It’s not important.”

Grasping her shoulders, he stepped back and pierced her with his gaze. “It’s important to me.”

She sighed again and dropped her head forward. “Todd.” Silence followed, growing and vibrating with suppressed tension until she looked up at him. His face was set in granite, his skin taut over his jaw. “Get in bed. I’ll be right there.”

“I’m sorry—”

“It’s not you who should apologize.”

Releasing her, he turned to the sink.

“Colin…”

“Bed, Olivia.” His use of her given name shocked her into action. Damn Todd. He’d managed to wedge between them by displaying just what a jackass he could be.

With one last glance at Colin’s implacable face, she pivoted and marched to bed. Feeling like a petulant child, being punished, she huffed and climbed in. She pulled the covers up to her neck, crossed her arms over her chest beneath them and closed her eyes.

Colin chuckled as he returned to the room. “Don’t pout, Livvy. I’m not angry with you.”

“I’m not pouting,” she replied. “I’m sleeping.”

“Mm-hmm.”

She heard him leave the room. Shocked, she opened her eyes and propped herself up on an elbow as she stared at the door.

“Stay there,” he called.

With another exasperated gust of air, she flopped back on the pillows. “As you command,” she muttered.

“I heard that,” he said. Apparently, he hadn’t planned to go far.

She rolled her eyes. If he’d thought she was completely subservient, he didn’t know her well and he had another thing coming. “As you command,
Sir
.”

“I can see you’re feeling better.”

“It’s a good thing. I need to be into work in three hours.” Too bad, too. She would much prefer other things today. Things that would involve his naked chest against hers and his powerful arms and legs around her. A quiver went through her and she wondered if there was time before work for a little playing.

As if reading her mind, he lifted his hand and showed her a bag with similar markings to the box she’d found before their first date. “You left this on the porch last night. It was the first indicator that something was wrong.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “Sorry…”

His shoulder lifted. “You were sick.” He placed the bag on the floor beside the bed and sat beside her. “You have to be to work in three hours? How long will it take you to get ready?” She shrugged. “About a half hour. I’m pretty no-fuss when it comes to that.”

“Good, we have an hour and a half then.”

She glanced at the clock, confused by his train of thought. “I know you’re a writer, but your math skills can’t be that bad.”

He chuckled. “Grab your things. You’re coming to my place.”

Chapter Eight

Olivia’s mind was reeling. While she’d packed what she’d need, Colin had warmed up the car. He’d told her not to get dressed and had bundled her into the car while she’d worn her flannel pajamas and socks. On the way, she’d seen an envelope on the windshield of her car.

He’d obliged her and let her grab it.

Be mine. 6:00.

C

She’d looked at him curiously. “I’ll tell you later,” he’d told her.

Now, as he carried her through his ostentatious house, she wondered when “later” would be. What did he mean by “be mine”? Her head tucked against his neck and her arms looped around his shoulders while he hefted her, his package and her things to his bedroom, she already felt like his.

He set her on her feet beside his black outfitted bed. Her small tote was tossed into a nearby chair while he set the gift bag beside the bed. Lifting her again, he settled her in the center of his soft bedding. Crawling over her, he straddled her.

“We could have done this at my place,” she offered.

He shook his head. “Not really.” He pressed two fingers over her lips. “No more talking.

I have plans for you.”

Her tongue flicked out over the pads of those digits. “I’m yours. As you command, Sir,” she replied, this time serious in her reply.

His eyes darkened and he bent over. Gently, he kissed her. She moaned as his tongue swept inside to press against hers. She sucked him inside, hoping his plans included fucking her until she couldn’t think. Though they were somewhat pressed for time, he seemed to be in no hurry as he leisurely explored her mouth, and she gave him complete access.

Her heart throbbed frantically by the time he moved away. Leaning over her, his cock pressed to her mound as he unbuttoned her shirt. As each opened, he kissed the revealed skin.

Goose bumps raced down her limbs as she trembled under the attention. When he was midway, down her torso, he pushed aside the left side of her shirt and captured her nipple.

Olivia moaned and reached for him, but found her wrists trapped in his hands as he laved her peak. With continual suction, he pulled at the tip while pushing at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. The more he drew, the more cream flooded her pussy.

“Don’t come,” he ordered, just as she thought she couldn’t take a bit more. “No coming today, unless I say so.”

“I don’t know if—”

“You can do it, Livvy.” He finished unbuttoning her shirt. Laying it open, he bent to her other breast and offered the same attention as he had to the first. She writhed beneath him, grinding into his cock. Fiery lava pooled in her groin. It seemed to seep into her thighs, warming her whole lower half.

The tip of his tongue traced her areola, swirling ever closer to her peak until he nipped at her and abraded the puckered skin with his teeth. She jerked as it sent a bolt through and shoved her closer to the forbidden release.

Sitting up, he pulled one of her arms free of the pajama sleeve. His fingers trailed along the sensitive skin, lingering on her inner elbow and the inside of her wrist. He pressed his lips to her wrist, and gently suckled on the delicate skin while his eyes held hers. Her eyes widened as he lifted the arm above her head. A fur-lined, leather cuff, attached by a chain to the headboard, closed around her wrist.

Without hesitation, he removed her shirt from the other arm and pulled it from beneath her. As the garment sailed across the room, he dragged his fingertips along her other arm to the bruised flesh of her wrist. Gently, he kissed the darkened skin, touching and flicking his tongue against each portion as if his mouth could heal the damage. She closed her eyes and arched into him as the tender eroticism sank through her.

Moments later, her second hand was bound and he moved down her body. Inch by inch, he eased down the elastic band of her pants. His mouth followed the path as her pussy was revealed. He kissed her mons then drew his tongue along her seam, but didn’t prolong the attention. Pushing the clothing below her knees, he bent her legs. His lips etched an invisible trail of possession up each thigh while his hands grasped her knees and held them open.

“Please, Mr. Smith,” she begged, the sound of that address pushing the tension of release higher. Knowing she couldn’t come the second he touched her pussy, she grappled for control.

“Who do you belong to?” he rasped.

Dazed, she stared at him. “You,” she breathed, realizing Todd’s attack had disturbed him more than he’d let on.

His finger slid into her slit, scrubbing across her clit before finding her opening and slowly sinking inside. “And whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” she gasped, jutting her hips into his touch. “Yours, Mr. Smith.”

“Who decides if you come?”

“You do. Please, let me come,” she begged. Her body prickled with heat as a fine sweat broke across her skin. Her belly undulated as she worked against his hand.

“Not yet.”

She blinked at him as he got off the end of the bed. He yanked off her pants and socks and tossed them aside. Grasping her ankle, he pulled it toward the edge of the bed. A leather shackle fastened around it. He went to the other side of the bed and repeated the action with the other leg.

If she didn’t trust him, she would have been terrified. Her legs were spread eagle, her arms were pulled above her head and bound and she was at his mercy.

Standing at the end of the bed, he watched her as he unbuttoned his dress shirt then dropped it on the mattress. Her back arched as strands of pleasure spiraled through her. Soon.

He’d take her soon. Her channel flexed with need, another flow of cream seeping down.

She moaned as he opened his pants and they dropped from his slim hips, leaving him in only his briefs. His thumbs hooked in the elastic and he pushed them down his thickly muscled thighs. He was the picture of healthy perfection with strength emanating from his powerful frame—and he wanted her.
Be mine
, he’d said.
His. He was staking his claim.

Circling the bed, he snagged the gift bag and sat beside her. He reached inside and brought out a small box. “I opened everything and prepared it ahead of time,” he told her. Inside, cradled in a bed of satin was a pair of square nipple clamps formed by two bars and two screws each. She remembered the pain then pleasure of the clamps from
The Dungeon
and wondered if these would be similar.

Her breathing accelerated as she watched him. The metal was cool as he set the fully open clamps around her erect nipples. Slowly, he tightened the screws on the one closest to him.

She cried out as a dull but increasing pain throbbed from the tip. Before she could react, he tightened the other. Her head swayed from side to side as the sensation crept along her breasts.

Her womb tightened then her cunt. He drew his finger lightly over one tip.

“I’ll loosen these a bit later. You’ll wear them all day as a reminder of my hands on you.”

“Please…I don’t think I can…” Her body quivered as pleasure prickled through her. She longed to press her thighs together and stave off some of the sensation raking over her. Spread out like this, she was helpless but to succumb.

He brought out a ball gag much like the one he’d used on her in the restaurant. She moaned as he put it on her, and was shocked when it amplified the sound.

“Like that?” he asked. “You won’t be able to speak or stave off your orgasm by biting yourself, but I’ll hear all your sweet sounds.”

“
No
…” she begged, but the plea came out as a low mournful groan.

“I thought you’d appreciate that,” he replied and she glared at him. Finally, he produced a vibrator and tossed the bag aside. “Remember what I said. No coming. I’m going to go shower, but I’ll be able to hear you.”

She shot him a “what the fuck” look.

“I have big plans for tonight. You need to be on edge,” he said simply as if he didn’t have a huge erection, bobbing at her hip. Her meaningful glance was sidetracked by the tip of the dildo breaching her slit and lodging just inside her. She dropped her head back at the sensation, pointlessly making a sound of protest. It didn’t matter. They both knew she wanted it.

She closed her eyes, her head rocking from side to side as he worked the toy deep inside.

She gasped when he flicked on the switch and the shaft began a slow rotation against her g-spot.

The clitoral stimulator vibrated against the over-aroused nub. Her teeth sank into the rubber ball between her teeth. Her cry exploded across the room.

“No!” she frantically begged Colin as he rose, the word once more unintelligible. She couldn’t hold off her orgasm like this. Ignoring her, he fastened elastic straps around her thighs to keep the vibe in place. He grabbed his shirt from the end of the bed and draped it over her face. It blocked out her vision, but even more, his scent filled her every breath. She heard him stride into the bathroom and the sink started—a death knell to her hope that he was joking.

Did he know what he’d done by putting his shirt over her? Of course, he did. Each breath was torture as his essence taunted her with the lack of his presence yet the reminder of what it was like to have him nearby. Over her. Driving into her.

No, no, no… She needed to stop thinking like this. But she needed him to fuck her. She’d needed it for hours. She’d needed it yesterday before she’d been ill. Why was he teasing her like this?

Sweat beaded her forehead as she steeled herself against the vortex twisting relentlessly in her core, drawing tighter and tighter. It threatened explosion and she felt the beginning impulses threading down her thighs. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away. Breathing heavily, she focused on the intense pleasure arcing over her…through her…around her.

That only made things worse and her channel started to clench on the vibrator’s shaft.

No, don’t come,
she desperately thought, another moan rolling through her. She needed it so badly.
Don’t think about it… Think about something else. Books. Think about books. Okay…

Moby Dick—oh, God, a dick. Please a big one—Stop. Pride and Predjudice…Little
Women…Jane Eyre—to err is human. Surely, he won’t be pissed if I come.
Fisting her fingers, she tried to stave off the idea and stop every thought from turning to sex.
The Crucible…bondage
and BDSM implements. No. The Scarlet Letter. Sex. Romeo and Juliet. Forbidden sex. Three
Musketeers. Sex, sex, sex…sex and swords. Driving. Plunging. Tarzan—jungle sex with a wild
man. Colin should be wild like that. Tie me up. Drive his cock in and out of my cunt until I’m
screaming in orgasm.