Saved by a Dangerous Man (10 page)

But I’d never met a man as intelligent as Corbin Lagos. He noticed everything, and he understood it, too. I wondered what kind of literature he’d be wanting to read me while I was trussed up—something he’d mentioned before.
 

He shoved a thumb into my mouth. “Suck me,” he commanded, his eyes hooding again.

I tested my teeth on his skin, and he responded by digging his fingers into the full curve of my ass that still rested in his hand.
 

“Go ahead and bite,” he said. “You like rough sex? Maybe it’s time to have it out.” His eyes seemed to glow.
 

My pussy trembled. I really liked pushing him. Playing with fire. Knowing that I couldn’t hurt him and that he wouldn’t hurt me. I smiled, my eyes locked onto his, and I bit down hard.

“If you’re going to bite me, I’m going to have to discipline you.”

I bit harder, but Corbin, rather than pulling away, pressed his thumb in deeper. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I turned my head, trying to spit him out, but he held steady. He moved the hand from under my ass, and I trembled, not knowing if he was going to spank me or pinch me.

Instead, he directed his cock into my pussy. I gasped and thrust up to meet him. It was impossible to bite him when he was inside of me. I moaned and sucked his thumb exactly how I would have sucked his dick.

“That was easy,” he murmured. “Just a hint of my cock, and you’re meek.”

I planned to show him that I wasn’t, but I just needed a few minutes of fucking first. The very small part of me that remained lucid wondered where the punishment was. Corbin wasn’t the sort of man to let my challenges slide.

But the longer he steadily gave me what I wanted, the more I relaxed. Corbin gathered up some of my copious juices and slipped his index finger over my clit. I tightened around him and felt his erection jerk in response. He stopped after a moment and leaned over me. When he straightened, he held a satiny white sash.

“Give me your hands,” he said. He was still deep inside me. I squeezed my inner muscles, tempting him.

“Audrey.”

“No.”

“I hoped you’d say that.” He pulled out of my pussy, and when he moved forward, he nudged the wrong hole. I gasped in shock. He pressed, just a small hint of his contained strength. He watched me closely, and I felt bad, knowing that he was being extra cautious because of the time that I hadn’t used my safe word.

He thrust forward a bit, and I moaned as my ass opened for him. It burned. But I was so slippery wet, he was sliding in. I wondered if he’d grabbed some lube and I hadn’t seen it.

“Give me your wrists.”

I shook my head, but my doubt must have shown because Corbin laughed. He was so beautiful that it sometimes left me breathless.
 

He pushed forward again, going deeper. I closed my eyes and screwed up my face, turning my head. It really hurt. Corbin’s girth was both a blessing and a curse. He felt good in my pussy, but he could easily choke me with it, and it felt three times as big in my rear.
 

“I’m only halfway in,” he said. “Perhaps you’d like to rethink your stance.”

I opened my eyes. It was hard to breathe normally. “Will you take it out?”

He shook his head. “No. I’m going to put my cock all the way in.” He looked down and slid a slippery finger over my clit. “You’re awfully wet right now,” he said. He pressed forward again, and my eyes widened.
 

“It hurts,” I pleaded. “Like really, really ouch. Not in a fun way.” God help me, his cock swelled inside my ass. “Tell me that this doesn’t turn you on,” I blurted.

“You want me to lie to you? It turns me on to see you submissive for me.” He pressed deeper, and I thought I was going to split in half. I offered my arms up toward him.

“Good girl,” Corbin said. He didn’t retreat, but he didn’t advance either. I focused on breathing slowly, and the pain eased. A kind of euphoria was spreading through me. Fucked up? Oh yeah. I tightened my muscles, and it only felt good.

“I have to be insane to let you tie me up when you just want to hurt me,” I said.

“I don’t
just
want to hurt you. In fact, it’s secondary.” He wrapped the sash around my wrists in some kind of complicated pattern. His movements were deliberate and smooth. “I want to hurt you when you defy me. I like that moment of surprised surrender in your eyes.”

My dirty, dirty boy.

“You should also know that when I’m in your ass, I can feel your pussy contracting. I know when I’m turning you on.” He pulled my knees up. Even that slight movement hurt. He bound my ankles with the same sash. When he was done, I was hogtied, my wrists and ankles bunched together by a strong knot. I tested the restraints.

“I feel like an idiot,” I said.

“You talk too much.” He gathered his hands under my ass cheeks and pulled me forward. I groaned as my ass sank deeper onto his shaft.

“Please don’t hurt me, Corbin,” I pleaded. “I’m sorry I bit you.”

He laughed. “This isn’t for biting me. I deal my punishments in order. This is because you failed to reach the bed in time.” He pressed a hand over my mouth. I could smell myself on him.
Mine.
 

He moved my bundled limbs to one side and circled my upper thighs with his arm. I flexed my feet, checking how much play I had. Almost none. Corbin’s restraints were only loose enough to allow blood circulation.

I was wholly at his mercy. “Please don’t hurt me,” I begged. I felt my eyes start to tear up. “I’m really sorry that I disappointed you.”

“Are you sorry that you talked back?”

My brief hesitation made Corbin inch his cock deeper. “Yes! I’m especially sorry about that. What was I thinking? I’ll never challenge you again.”

“Sure you won’t.” Corbin sighed, but he was smiling. “You just ensured that I’ll have to punish you for breaking promises,” he said. “You are so much work, Audrey.” The arm around my thighs tightened. He was still, and I realized he was giving me time to use my safe word.
 

Funny how little things like that made all the difference. I relaxed, trusting him.

The muscles of Corbin’s upper body bulged as he thrust forward, driving himself all the way into my ass.

The world went black for a moment. Blinding, searing pain. That’s what it was. He held himself there steady a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in. Then he began fucking me. And it wasn’t the gentle kind. And it wasn’t the thorough type, either, like how he’d briefly taken my cunt before. It was fast. Hard. Dominant.

For all our playing around, Corbin had the potential to push things beyond what I would have dreamed. He gripped me tighter and fucked me. Whimpers and delicate female moans were a thing of the past. I screamed, flipping between “Stop I can’t take it stop now”
and “Don’t stop I didn’t use my safe word oh crap it hurts don’t stop.”
 

And I knew with 100% certainty that no one could possibly hear me. That made it even hotter.

My limbs jerked against the knots. My shoulders ached, and I wanted to reposition myself, to find a way that this might be more comfortable, but not only did I have to suffer Corbin’s plundering of my body, I had to endure it in the humiliating position he had chosen.

“I like you tied up, Audrey,” Corbin murmured. He pulled out and turned me on my side. I was developing a cramp in my hamstrings, and the shift helped.

Then he was pressing back into me. It was such a submissive position. I felt like a receptacle for him. This wasn’t about my pleasure, and I wondered if he was also punishing me because of Henry.

My pussy tightened. For all the physical discomfort, I was fucking
horny.
Like I’d never been before. His fucking of my ass was such a damned tease. It hurt, and it did things to my pussy that I wouldn’t have expected, and I was forced to bear it without any relief or release in sight. “Yes. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. Please get me off.”

“Keep pleading your case,” Corbin suggested. “My heart isn’t made of stone. Perhaps I’ll abbreviate your training.”
 

Oh God, I loved it when he talked like that, all official about how he was handling me. I also liked when he talked dirty. But the man had a sexy voice. He could have read a grass seed catalog, and cream would have been dripping down my thighs. He pressed himself in deep, but from this position, he couldn’t get in as far. Lucky me.

He made up for the lack of depth by impersonating a jackhammer. Fast and shallow could be painful, too. I endured it for as long as I could, my hands curled into fists. “You’re right. I’m not nearly good enough for you,” I choked out.

He smacked my butt. That made my pussy clench. If he did it a few more times, I might come.

“I never said that. I don’t tell submissives that they aren’t good enough.”

Fuck
. He expected me to think clearly, remember what he had and hadn’t said? “I meant… I know I haven’t behaved,” I forced out while he pounded me.

“You haven’t. You’re reminding me why I should extend your punishment.” He picked up the tempo.

“I’m falling in love with you,” I gasped. I didn’t know where the words had come from.

If I hadn’t been trussed up, I would have fled the room. I stared straight ahead.
 

Corbin had gone stock-still.

He reached over and turned my face toward him. I closed my eyes. This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating moment of my life.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”
 

Oh, this was terrifying. I suddenly remembered when my friend Veronica had met a famous movie star and had blurted that she loved him. Now I knew how she felt. It was so preposterous, so inappropriate. I looked at his gorgeous sweat-dampened face. I was acutely aware of the breadth of his shoulders and chest. Corbin was a physically perfect man. Flawless. I didn’t have self-esteem issues; objectively, he was perfection and I was… average. No amount of gym time could bring me to his level.

“What did you say?” he demanded.
 

“I… I don’t know…”

“I didn’t ask you to explain it,” Corbin said. His voice was firm, but he’d dropped the dominant thing. “Just repeat it.” His eyes were on mine, electric blue-green, unreadable.
 

If there was one thing I absolutely didn’t want to do, it was to look this beautiful, complex man in the eyes and confess that I was falling in love with him. “I’m not sure what I said.” I looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’ll admit there are some strange dynamics at play because of who we are and how we met, but you should know that I hate being lied to.” He pulled out of me roughly, and I gasped because it hurt even more than when it had gone in.
 

Corbin’s fingers deftly flew around the knot that held my limbs together. He got up before it was finished. When I tried them, I realized that I could free myself. He walked out of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” I finished undoing the restraints and sat up. “Crap.”
 

Even though my nakedness bothered me—I felt exposed enough already—I didn’t put on clothes. I hurried into the hallway and nearly collided with Corbin as he exited the bathroom. He’d removed the condom, but he’d put the black sweater back on, and I saw that his hands were wet. I could smell the faint odor of hand soap.
 

“You’re mad at me?” I asked, though it was more of a plea.
 

“I’m disappointed. I thought we’d settled this honesty thing.” He had to be referring to the night that I didn’t use my safe word and then hadn’t wanted to tell him why. The reason was that I was afraid that he
wouldn’t
stop, that he should have known.

He’d understood—had been very gentle about it—but apparently, it had hurt him. Suddenly, I understood. “You think I don’t… trust… you?”

“You don’t.”

“I do!”

His voice became very quiet. “Maybe here”—he brushed my temple with his index finger—“but not here, no.” He pressed his palm on the upper part of my chest and pushed down once.
 

“But—”
 

“And I’m not going to be angry with you. I can force you to do all sorts of things, but I can’t order your trust, Audrey. Nor would I want to. I have to earn it, and apparently I haven’t.”
 

He walked away.
 

I knew what I needed to say, even though I also realized it would be ridiculous to expect him to feel the same way. I followed him. “Hey!”
 

He stopped and stared at me.
 

“Where are you going?”

“I haven’t had dinner.” He stifled a yawn, ran his hands through his messy hair. “I’d intended for us to have a quickie, not a full session. But I’m hungry, and that seemed like a good stopping point.”

I screwed up my face. “That was a
horrible
stopping point.”

“Maybe for you,” he said mildly. He went into the kitchen and pushed on a flat panel. The refrigerator door, it turned out. We both stared at the gaping white maw; other than a six-pack of orange soda, it was empty. “Damn.” He pulled out his phone and pushed a button. “Order us a large pizza, extra cheese. Mushroom and peppers. And an order of mozzarella sticks.” He turned to me. “You need anything?”

“Slice of your pizza?”

He didn’t even smile. “Also, get someone to stock my kitchen tomorrow. At least a week’s worth of food.” He hung up and looked in the freezer. It was completely empty.
 

I ducked under his arm and slid up between Corbin and the refrigerator. I didn’t know where my sudden bravery had come from. I put my arms around his neck.

“I trust you,” I said. “You saved my life. You… were so kind to me.”

Corbin brushed his thumb over the side of my cheek, then he kissed me. Tenderly. There was an amount of regret there, too, it seemed. “It’s ok, Audrey. We’ll get there. Or we won’t.”

“But what I said… I didn’t mean to say it.”

He didn’t respond to that. We were both wondering the same thing: if I meant it. Except I knew that I did. Because even though I hadn’t meant to say it, it was the truth. And it wasn’t even an epiphany. I’d been turning it over in my mind, trying to make sense of it, trying to understand what it meant for someone like me to fall in love. It was inconceivable that he didn’t suspect how I felt.