Obedient (The Plunge Crew Book 2) (5 page)

I
'm freaking
the fuck out. How did the conversation get turned to me? There are so many things that she just can't know about me and my life, but Charlotte Matthews makes me want to spill my guts and tell her everything. The only problem with that is then she’ll leave.

I should be okay with that. This is only meant to be a fun little side thing. My turn at playing teacher. But there's something about her that I can’t shake. I'm not ready for her to go. I want to know this girl.

“Bryce? Are you okay?” Her voice is soft as though she’s afraid to scare me off. “If you don't want to talk about you, we can just… I don't know...” her voice trails off.

“No. It's fine.”

It’s really not.

“I just don't have a lot to talk about.” I pause. “My parents are both dead. My brother hates me. I've been in and out of jail… You know, the usual.” I shrug, trying to play the nonchalant roll even though I’m anything but.

Charlotte assess me for a moment. I’m sure she’s trying to process all of the information. “Why does your brother hate you?” she finally asks.

“Did you hear the part about my being in and out of jail?” My eyebrows rise to signal it should be obvious, but she doesn’t waver in her curiosity. I sigh and continue. “I've been a major disappointment over and over again. He's had to bail me out more times than I want to talk about.”

She nods in understanding. “How did your parents die?”

The question hits me straight in the gut and pulls at my heart. As much as I try to act like I'm a tough guy, the fact is I miss them. Every. Day. “In a car accident, when I was young. My brother raised me.” I can see the sympathy in her eyes, but I don’t want her to feel sorry for me. “He did the best he could, but he became a father and a business owner overnight. That’s a lot to ask of a teenager.”

“How did he become a business owner?”

“My dad owned a landscaping company, so my brother had to take the reins. I was supposed to go work for him, but honestly, I just felt like that would be another disappointment in the making, so I ditched that idea. He still isn’t happy about it.”

“So what do you do?”

And there it is. The question I’ve been dreading. Thankfully, I have tons of practice artfully dodging questions I don't want to answer. "Currently?" I flash my signature grin that's been known to make panties drop on the spot. "You."

I see how my words affect her as those beautiful eyes go hazy with want. "Come here,” I command, and she obeys.

“My cock gets so hard when you’re obedient.”

“Obedient? Sounds like something the nuns would’ve said when I was in grade school.” She chuckles.

“No, Charlotte. There is nothing saintly about what I’m about to do to you. I think it's time to take this to the next level.” Her mouth opens slightly, allowing her tongue to swipe across her bottom lip.

The thought of something dirty already makes her wet. I can smell it all around me. “I want to introduce you to clamps. Are you familiar?”

“No.” she replies weakly. “Will it hurt?” Her innocent voice only fuels my desire. “There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Charlotte. I promise if you trust me it will

be the most exquisite torture you’ll ever experience.”

“Torture?” she squeaks.

“You will beg me to fuck your wet pussy before I'm done. Are you ready to play, Charlotte?”

She nods, and there is a knock on the door.

“Shit the food is here.” I groan.

I head to the door and grab the food. When I return the dear in headlights look on Charlotte’s face has me chuckling.

“You have to eat, but you’re going to do it wearing nipple clamps.” Charlotte squeaks at my words.

I set the food down and walk to my bag, pulling out the necessary equipment. Walking back toward her, I see her eyes go wide as she looks at the two nipple clampsand flogger. My lip parts into a wicked smirk.

“Robe off and on the bed,” I command. As the robe falls to the floor, my dick becomes painfully hard. Her willingness to obey is a turn on. “Next time, I’m going to blindfold you, but I want you to see your eyes when I clamp you this time.”

My hand runs down the length of her breast until I reach her nipple. I pull and pinch it until it becomes erect and hard, then I lean over and swipe my tongue over the peak. She lets out a primal moan, and I bet if I touched her pussy she would be soaked. “This will pinch a bit,” I inform her as I open the device and place it around her nipple. She lets out another breath that is followed by a slight hiss as I secure it to her. “Perfect. Good girl.” She shivers at my words, and it makes my cock grow even more. Once both breasts are clamped, I step back and admire how absolutely beautiful she is. There is nothing hotter than Charlotte like this, right now.

“There. As much as I want to fuck you right now, we’ll eat first.” She only nods, her features pinched in what looks like pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m just not used to this.” She stammers.

“Let’s eat, it’ll take your mind off of them.”

I begin to dole out our food. Lifting the lid off one dish I find the fruit. I lift a grape

from the bowl and raise it to Charlotte’s mouth. Her lips part allowing me to place the grape on her tongue. As her mouth closes around the fruit I run my finger across her bottom lip. Watching her chew has my dick throbbing. We eat quickly. I don’t think I’ve ever scarfed food down so fast in my life. When she is finished, I clear the plates from the bed.

“Lay back.” I command and she obeys.

Reaching my hand out, I spread her legs where she is sitting on the bed and cup her. Just as I suspected, her juices are running down her thigh. My finger starts to tease her hole as my thumb runs circles around her clit.

“Fuck, you’re wet. Before I do anything else, I need a taste.”

Untying my robe, it slips off my body, and I drop to my knees in front of the bed.

“Legs on my shoulders.” With one hand, I fist my cock and with the other I give a final tug on her clit before I start to devour her with my mouth. As I stroke myself, my tongue laps at her like a starved man. She’s fucking perfect. When I start to suck roughly on her clit, her whole body starts to gyrate against my face.

“That’s right, fuck my face,” I mumble, and the vibration of my mouth causes her to let out a gasp of pleasure. “I’m going to remove the clamps.” My hands reach up her body as my tongue continues its assault on her core. “Exhale,” I mutter through licks.

I release the first clamp, and she lets out a sudden hiss. Then I make my way to the second clamp on her other breast. As I remove it, her body sags against me as the blood starts to flow to her nipple. I release my hand from my cock and I place my it at her hole and start to tease her again. “Good girl. You did great.” Her body quivers and shakes against me. Allowing her to catch her breath for a second, I gently suck her clit back into my mouth. When the tremors begin to subside, I thrust two digits inside her pussy. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy. Do you want that? You were such a good girl… Tell me what you want?”

“Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Do you want me to fuck you here?” I ask as I continue to finger fuck her. “Or here?” I say as I remove my soaked hand and place it on her tight puckered hole.

“First…”

“What did I tell you before? I need more than that. I need to know exactly what you want.”

“Fuck my pussy.”

“You didn’t say please,” I pretend to chide. “That means I’m going to have to punish you,” I warn, knowing full well I’m just looking for a reason to punish her. The idea of her ass red while I fuck her doggy style has been playing through my mind since the first time I saw her.

“On your feet. Walk to the foot of the bed and place your hands around the metal frame.” I reach for the discarded robe on the floor and grab the tie, making quick work to tie her hands. Standing behind her, I bend forward more. Perfect.

Grabbing the flogger off the bed, I step up behind her again. “For not saying please, I’m going to give you five. Nod your head if you’re ready.” She gives a little nod, and I start my count.

“One.” Smack. Her body flinches. “Two.” Smack. “Three” When I get to five, I snake my hand around her body and stroke. Her juices are dripping down her legs. She fucking loved the flogger. I’m going to have to remember that my girl likes to be punished.

I align my cock with her drenched hole and push forward, fully seating myself in her tight channel. Her body quivers around me, and I know she’s about to come, so I start to fuck her in earnest, thrusting in and out at a painful rhythm. My balls tighten, and as my hips continue to smack her ass, I feel her come undone. Her pussy grips me tightly as she lets go, and I have no choice but to spend my load as well.

L
ast night
I collapsed from exhaustion, but before I passed out a foreign feeling flooded me. A feeling that I tried to deny until that point. It was overwhelming, intoxicating and utterly petrifying. Now the same feeling is back again.

I’m falling for him…but how can that be?

He does unspeakable things to me, and my body loves it. I crave his form of torture, and he knows it. Bryce Decker gets me on a cellular level. I barely know him, but his body and soul speak to me in a primitive way. No other man has ever made me feel like this, and if I’m being honest, I’m glad it’s him. He may have his issues, but nothing a solid relationship can’t curb. He just needs to be loved.

Love?

Good grief. I’m not ready to go there…

Or am I?

“What’s going on in that head of yours, pretty girl?” I melt in his arms at the endearment.

“Good morning.” I say to stave off that train of thought. We’re not ready for that conversation.

“Yes it is. You’re naked and draped across me. It’s a fine morning indeed.” He smirks.

“My whole body is numb.”

“That good, eh?” He chuckles at my predicament.

“I-I’ve never done anything like what we did last night Bryce,” I whisper.

“I know, and you have no idea how much I like that.” He tightens his arms around me, kissing the top of my head sweetly.

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask timidly, afraid to utter the words I’m about to.

“Mmmm…”

“Would you ever consider an actual relationship?” I peek up at him to gauge his reaction.

His face is blank, and his mouth pulled tight. I’m internally freaking at his lack of answer. He looks at me for several seconds, heightening the anxiety building inside of me. Finally, he leans forward, kissing me once more on the head.

“With you, Charlotte Matthews, I’d consider it.”

I beam at his words. “We don’t have to now. I just think I’d like to try. With you.”

“I want to. I never thought I’d utter those words, but I really do. You make me want to be a different person, Charlotte.”

“No one else. Promise me. This moment forward it’s just you and me,” I plead with him.

“There hasn’t been anyone since you.”

My lips smash against his in a blazing kiss. I want to brand myself into his skin. Eventually, he pulls away, smiling widely.

“Damn, girl. You aiming for round three already?” He smirks, and my cheeks redden.

“As much as that sounds good, I have to get going. I need to be to school in two hours and I must shower first.”

“Me too, shower that is.” He says, jumping up. “In fact, I need to hit the road now.”

He gathers his clothing, throwing everything we used earlier into his bag. I watch his back as he dresses. It’s not meant to be sensual, but the way his muscles ripple as he puts on his shirt has my entire core heating up again. He turns toward me and his smoldering eyes devour me from across the room. Stalking toward me, he continues to button his shirt. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. Then he stops midway.

“Come here.” He beckons me to him and I rush to his side. Bending down, he captures my lips once more. “I’ll see you later?” he questions.

“Yes,” I answer.

With that, he smiles, grabs his things, and exits the room leaving me to reminisce all the dirty things we’ve done. But as much as I’d love to sit here and daydream about my man, I have to go.

I pull myself from the sheets and locate my things. Practically skipping to the restroom, I halt when I notice a box on the corner of the table where Bryce had been sitting. Beside it is a note made out to me. I open the letter, and my entire body warms.

Charlotte,

Being with you is a game changer. You’re everything that I need and nothing that I

deserve. I’m pinching myself hoping to God I don’t wake. I’m falling. Hard. It may be too soon, but I don’t give a fuck. Truly, I don’t care about anything but you. I wanted to give this to you myself, but I chickened out. If you can’t tell, I’m not any good at this relationship thing, but I’ll try for you. I hope you like them.

Always-Bryce

I open the little black box sitting beside the note. I gasp at the sparkling earrings staring back at me. They’re butterflies made of diamonds and rubies. Exquisite—and ridiculously expensive.

My heart swells. He had purchased these for me prior to last night. This is more to him

than just sex. No man spends that kind of money on a girl he’s just having sex with unless, of course, he’s Christian Grey. I giggle at the thought. I kind of do have my very own Christian. He may not be a millionaire, but he’s clearly broken, uses sex as a means of escape, and can be in a relationship if the right girl presents herself.

I smile. I’m his Ana. I can’t help but skip around the room gathering all of my belongings while remembering the flogging and clamps. He was right, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. Bryce Decker knows how to push my boundaries in the best way. I’m lying to myself if I say I’m falling. I’ve already fallen. Head over heels.

I jump in the shower and get ready for my day teaching. When I’m all put together and no longer look as though I’ve been rolling around in bed all night, I gather my things to leave. Taking one last look around the room, I sigh. I can still smell sex in the air. It’s an aphrodisiac.

I’m walking out of the room when my phone pings in my purse. I dig through until I find the glowing iPhone. The number is unknown. I swipe my screen to the right and pull up my messages. My blood runs cold at the words.

I warned you. Now you’ll have to see it for yourself.

A video is attached. I click the link against my better judgment, and the screen goes black as it loads a video. At first, I can only hear grunts and moans. Then the screen lights up with an image that will forever be seared into my brain.

A whimper escapes my lips.

On screen is a man slamming into some blonde, but not just any man, my man. I would know that body anywhere and the sounds he’s making he just made with me hours ago. The girl is tied to a bed and blindfolded, her moans eluding to the pleasure she’s receiving. A pleasure that I just experienced. I check out the video. It was loaded to a site called Plunge.xxx, twenty minutes ago. My stomach drops to the floor.

I slam my things back on the bed and begin a tortuous scroll through the site. There are damn near 100 videos of Bryce and this girl. I don’t watch them, I can’t. No wonder he knows so much about sex. His evasion of my question earlier now makes sense. He gets paid to fuck. There is nothing romantic about what they are doing. They look like dogs in heat. My stomach is in knots, and I’m seconds away from throwing up.

I quickly save the video and type up a message to Bryce, attaching the clip to it.

Me: Clearly you are already spoken for. Thanks for allowing me to stumble upon this myself. Or, more aptly, thanks for letting her throw it in my face. Tell her not to worry. You’re all hers.

Without a second thought, I push send. As much as I’d like to sit here and wallow in my own pity, I can’t. This place is making me physically ill. Is this where they film their pornos? The thought has me running for the exit. I throw my stuff into my passenger side of my car and peel out. On my way home I quickly dial the school apologizing for my last minute call off. Since I’ve never missed a day before I was told it was no big deal and to feel better. I won’t though. Bryce has crushed me more than Billy ever did. The entire drive home is a blur. It isn’t until I hit my bed that I lose it. My body wrecked with tears and shudders, I crawl under the covers and cry until I fall into a restless sleep.

Sometime later, I open my eyes to see it’s still light out. I must not have slept as long as I thought. I grab my phone, eyes going wide when I check the screen. It’s 5 AM the next day. I slept the whole rest of the day and through the night. No wonder my body is aching, and my stomach is growling terribly.

It’s then that I see the twenty missed calls and over forty text messages from Bryce. I should read them. The mature thing to do would be to hear him out, but I’m not feeling mature. So, I quickly type out a message.

Me: Lose my number

I call out of work once more and then I delete his messages. Every. Single. One. For good measure, I delete his number too. The very act has me bawling into my pillow yet again as I let it all out. I mourn the loss of what could have been until I fall back to sleep. This time, I don’t wake until a pounding at the door has me jumping out of my skin.