TheOneandOnly (17 page)

Her grip was firm and her skin was warm to the touch. “Tell
me your safeword, Michelle.”

“Seafood.” Her speech was slurring.

“Good girl.” He knew he couldn’t rely on her to safeword at
this point, so he needed to adjust his plans accordingly. “Relax and enjoy,
honey, while I ease that ache between your legs.” Nothing was going to ease
his, except burying himself deep inside her, and that needed to wait a bit
longer.

Sean ran his tongue from her pussy to her clit and found it
pulsing and pushing through its hood.

“Sean!”

He chuckled, never hearing his name pronounced with that
many syllables before. His warm breath fell directly over her clit, driving her
that much closer. “I’m here, baby.”

The rocking of her hips caused her to sway and he kept a
firm hold on her thigh. As she arched her back, he couldn’t resist playing with
her nipples. Her gasp sent his cock twitching against his pants. He needed to
be skin to skin with her. Sean considered edging her—getting her close to
orgasm and then denying her release. Yet it was impossible. He needed to please
her, needed to watch her fly apart for him.

Using his hand, he swatted her ass in between licks to her
clitoris. It wasn’t long before she was screaming, begging.

“Come…please, I need to come.” Her whimpers melted his
heart.

Sean swatted her ass, several stinging slaps that sent her
higher still. As soon as his tongue touched her throbbing clit, he felt her
shatter. Her screams were music to his ears, so much sweeter than the smoothest
jazz. He took her in his arms and showered kisses along her cheek and neck. His
hand massaged her beautiful ass as aftershocks pulsed through her.

“Oh Michelle, you’re so brave. I wish you could see how
beautiful you look right now.” He reached up and untied her right foot. Once
the rope was free from the support, he arranged her leg so her foot was resting
on her left leg and her knee was bent, bringing her calf and thigh together. He
unwound another bundle of rope and lashed her leg in that position.

“Oh Sean, I’m still on fire.” She was panting and the sling
was wet from her tears.

Sean’s heart was about to burst from his chest. Michelle was
ripe to come again. She was the most perfect woman in the world. He didn’t know
how he’d gotten so lucky as to have her here with him, but he wasn’t going to
waste a single moment. Reaching up, he untied her left leg from the beam and
tied it again to the ring, allowing her to swing free.

Now it was showtime. He arranged the scarf over her eyes.
“Are you doing okay, Michelle? Talk to me.” He ran the handle of the flogger
over the ropes, sending a vibrating rush over her skin, knowing it would have a
calming effect. “Are you okay with the blindfold?”

She nodded and murmured, “Mmhmm…like it.” Michelle was
unable to remain still. She rocked her hips and arched her back as he rubbed
his hands over her legs.

“I’m so proud of you, Michelle. Your trust in me makes me
feel ten feet fall. Thank you, baby.” After he was assured she wasn’t being
pinched in any way, he drew two candles from his bag. He lit both with a
lighter from his pocket and dripped the wax on the inside of his arm to make
sure it wasn’t too hot.

As the first splatters danced along the inside of her thigh,
she cried out in pleasure. “Oh my God, Sean.”

Like an artist, he painted her body in red and blue wax. “Do
you like that, Michelle?”

“Yes.”

He pulled the blindfold off so she could watch the colors of
wax mingle across her body. Pausing just long enough for her to see exactly
what was happening, he held the candles in one hand, then sent her spinning.
Careful to keep the wax away from her face and at a steady height, he watched
her revel in each sensation he brought to her.

Michelle had taken to the wax as she had the ropes. Arousal
had accelerated her breathing, but she seemed relaxed and enjoying the mixture
of feelings. He stopped the gentle spin, blew out the candles and checked in
with her yet again. Her eyes were glazed and the smile she wore—a blend of awe
and pure happiness—touched him like nothing ever had before.

He untied her right calf and thigh, then took the rope and
created another support in the center of her chest harness. Once that was in
place, he held her tight with one arm and untied her harness, keeping her on
her side. Gently, he eased her right side down so she swung with her breasts
facing the ground. He leaned in and kissed her neck. “I can’t tell you what you
mean to me, Michelle. There aren’t words to describe how essential you’ve
become.”

She was flying and he doubted she understood what he was
telling her, but he needed to say it. Maybe the meaning was seeping in—even if
the words were lost to her. It was important to him that she knew how he felt.
He wiped her hair from her face and tossed it over her shoulder. Soft, panting
breaths from her parted lips were an invitation he couldn’t resist. He invaded
her mouth as he soon planned to do to her pussy.

Knowing he was only a few moments away from heaven, he broke
their kiss and moved back down her body. Using the rope from her right ankle,
he attached it once again to the ring above them. He couldn’t wait any longer
to possess her body. It called to him in ways he’d never experienced before.
His cock ached to be buried inside her as he tugged on the waistband of his
jeans. Pulling the buttons from their holes, he stepped out of his pants.

Sean reached into his bag and removed a condom, wishing it weren’t
needed. Wearing one had never bothered him before Michelle. Hell, he preferred
it with other women—one less thing he had to worry about. Sex had always been
intense, but it was purely physical. Sure, topping was a psychological pleasure
he enjoyed deeply, yet even that lacked an emotional impact. It wasn’t until
he’d found Michelle that they’d all meshed together into the perfect
experience. Sex with her was as addictive as she was. Everything about her just
clicked into place with him.

He tore the foil wrapper and slid the condom down his cock.
Moving between her bound legs, he felt his heart pounding in anticipation. It
was like being a teenager again.

Michelle’s ass was still pink from his earlier swats. Little
drips of wax had run over her cheeks. Sean massaged her butt before he thrust
two fingers inside her pussy and Michelle moaned in response. He pulled his
fingers out and used her wetness to coat the outside of the condom. Poised at
the opening of her pussy, he grabbed the ropes of her chest harness and pulled
her down onto his cock. His moan mingled with hers as they both felt the
intensity of their joining.

Sean used the swing of the ropes to glide her up and down
his cock. He wouldn’t last long. He’d been hard since he’d started planning
this scene for her. Michelle had exceeded his expectations at every turn.
Dropping his right hand down to her breast, he teased her in sync with his
strokes, the wax crinkling between his fingers.

As the arousal built within her, Michelle arched her back,
bringing her head up—not an easy thing to do in that position. Sean slid deeper
into her as he reached his right hand up to wrap his fist around her hair.
Using his hold on Michelle’s hair as an anchor, he pumped in and out of her
pussy. Her body trembled with every stroke. He knew she was close and he kept
her there, riding along the edge. Her whimpers had turned to cries as she
begged him for release. Unwilling for this to end, he pushed her a few strokes
further before dropping his hand to caress her clit.

At his first touch, her orgasm ripped through her. Michelle
screamed Sean’s name as her body convulsed around his, stealing what control he
had left. His release was overwhelming. Every muscle locked, every nerve ending
short-circuited. His orgasm went on for what seemed like forever.
Fuckin’ A.
Sean’s legs threatened to buckle as he rode out a series of aftershocks that
sent his heart tripping. Before he even pulled out of her, he began untying her
legs and gently set them on the ground.

Michelle had quieted and he knew she was still flying. He
needed to get her unbound and hold her. Sean reluctantly withdrew from her body
and released the chest harness from the suspension ring. With a trembling arm,
he held her against him until the last rope was free, then they sank to the
blanket. Laying her on her right side, he worked as quickly as possible. Her
weight pressing along her side slowed his progress. He had to be careful not to
give her a rope burn by drawing the jute too quickly along her skin.

Sean rolled on his back and pulled her onto his body with
her head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of her head and wiped the
tears from her face as he continued to untie her bindings. She’d said she liked
the sound of his voice so he talked to her as she floated, hoping to guide her
down gently. He told her how pleased he was with her and how much her trust
meant to him.

When the last knot was freed, he wrapped his arms around her
and held her tight. The ropes still lay between them but he didn’t care. He
knew when she came down she’d need warmth. Raising his legs, he used his
stomach muscles to sit up and cradle her on his lap. He reached over to a stack
of blankets and wrapped one around her, making sure he tucked it under her
feet.

Gently, he rocked her side to side as he massaged the erotic
marks along her arms and wrists. After a few minutes, her breathing changed and
he suspected she was touching down. Michelle snuggled into his chest and her
right hand gripped his thigh.

“Sean.” She shook her head and tears began to spill down her
face.

He cupped his hand behind her neck and kissed the top of her
head. “Sshh, baby. It’s all right. I’ve got you.” Sean feared his future hung
in the balance of what those tears meant. Had he read her reactions wrong?

“You are a scary, scary man.” She had a death grip along his
thigh. “I never had any idea it could feel like this.”

“Neither did I, Michelle. Believe me, it never has before.
You know we’re meant to be together. We couldn’t mesh so perfectly by accident.
We were made for each other.”

Waiting for her to talk to him, his heart was in his throat,
praying “scary” was a good thing.

“I think you may be right, Sean. My body is still thrumming.”
She chuckled. “The song. It’s playing again. How perfect is that?” She smiled
up at him with a look of awe and wonder.

He smiled at the confirmation that she’d flown for him.
Wherever her journey had taken her, she’d been beyond hearing the music. But
her body wasn’t done yet. If she was still thrumming then his work wasn’t
finished. He drew his hand under the blanket and between her legs. She looked
up at him with her brow slightly furrowed, no doubt questioning his intent.

She was tired and probably a little tender, but she opened
for him without hesitation. He brushed lightly over her rock-hard and throbbing
clit once, twice, sending her into another orgasm. This one was softer, a
rejuvenating release of the tension that remained in her body. She rocked her
hips into his hand and threw back her head with a contented sigh.

This time when Michelle woke up, she knew where she was and
it was exactly where she wanted to be—in Sean’s arms. Last night had been
incredible. Sean had tried to talk to her about it on the ride back to his
house, but she must have fallen asleep. He wanted open communication between them
and she understood why. Yet it was so hard to actually discuss sex, especially
fucking-hot sex.

“I know you’re awake and thinking again. Your heart is
racing and you’re tense. What are you thinking?” Sean’s breath moved along her
neck, sending shivers down her back.

“Oh lots of things,” she sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let her
get away with being vague.

“Do you want to talk about it or do you want to eat?”

He was giving her a choice? “Eat. I’ll even cook.”
Oh
hell yeah
. She didn’t know why he was giving her a reprieve but she’d take
it.

“You cooked yesterday. I can cook.”

“You hate to cook and I enjoy it.”

“Well in that case,” he swatted her butt playfully, “get on
with it, girl. I’m hungry.”

Michelle laughed and rolled out of bed. She went into the bathroom,
took care of business and grabbed one of his shirts. When she came into the
bedroom again, Sean had slid on a pair of Armani pajama bottoms. They hugged
his hips and looked damn good.

“What does your day look like, Sean?” She’d finished most of
her homework yesterday and actually had a few hours of free time. It was a new
and novel concept. Normally, if she finished her assignments early, she’d pick
up a shift.

“I have a meeting with a toy manufacturer at ten and I’m not
looking forward to it. Steven set it up thinking it would save us money, but the
manufacturer wants his advertising banners hanging in the club. It’s not going
to happen.”

Ahh, that explained why he’d let her off the hook. He had to
leave soon. No doubt it was a delay, not a pass. Michelle walked into the
kitchen and started pulling out the supplies she needed.

“Have you considered countering his demand? Maybe set up display
cases in the locker rooms? Showing off his merchandise would bring a lot more
business than just a banner. If the receptionist isn’t overwhelmed, she could
handle any purchases before they actually entered the play areas. You could
tell them you’re gearing up to partner with other makers, but you wanted to
offer him an exclusivity package first. Say for six months you would promote
and sell only his brand of—pick two different product lines and offer him
separate pricing for each, or for significantly more money you would sell only their
products across the board. You could offer space in your newsletter and email
blasts—for a separate fee—as well as promote their products on your website.”

When she turned around to look at Sean his jaw was slightly
dropped as if he wanted to say something but had decided against it. He had a
contemplative look on his face, making her wonder if she’d overstepped her
bounds. Those were all things he’d probably thought of already and rejected.

“Are you busy this morning?” He sounded very businesslike and
distant.

Shit.
He didn’t want to tell her she was stupid so he
wasn’t going to say anything at all. She turned her back on him and started
cracking eggs. “I have a little bit of work to do, but I thought I might chill
out a little before working tonight.”

“Would you consider giving up a couple of hours and coming
with me? You sound better qualified to talk to this guy than I am. I can show
you the original proposals while we eat.”

“Seriously?” She couldn’t keep the hope from her voice.

“Michelle, in the fifteen minutes you’ve known about this,
you’ve come up with a list of ideas that have eluded me for two weeks. I was
looking to save us a little money and you’ve come up with ways to see a profit.
Of course I’m serious. If you can push this through, the profits from the first
contract are yours.”

“No way, Sean. I’ll be happy to go with you and talk to this
guy, but I don’t want any money from it.”

“As far as I was concerned, it was a lost opportunity and I
was pissed I was going to have to waste an hour talking to him. If you can make
a profit for us, it’s all yours.”

She shook her head. She was definitely not taking his money.
It was reward enough that he valued her input.

While she put their meal on the table, Sean brought out the
past proposals. As she ate, she looked them over. “You were right to refuse
these. He’s offering below standard compensatory rates and I’ve never bought
sex toys, but I suspect he’s price-gouging as well.”

“You obviously have experience with this. Where is that
from?” He was still using his business voice, but maybe that wasn’t a bad
thing.

“Over the summers. I interned at two ad agencies. I’m trying
to pad my resumé so I can get a job after I graduate.” She laughed. “We need to
swing by my place so I can find something a little better than jeans.
Professional armor always helps.”

“Or I could take you shopping.”

Michelle watched a smile touch his lips for the first time
all morning. “That’s sweet, but—” She touched his hand and waited until he was
really looking at her. “I don’t want your money and,” she put a finger up to
stop him from cutting her off, “we don’t have time.”

“My money spends as well as anyone else’s and I don’t
appreciate you being stubborn on this. However, you are right about the time.
We need to get moving.”

* * * * *

Sean came back into the office after escorting Mr.
Farnsworth, the owner of the toy company, out of the club. He spun the desk
chair that she currently occupied around and kissed her hard.

“Holy shit, Michelle. You kicked ass! Damn girl, I was rock-hard
just watching you in action. You have such a knack for this. It looks like the
only outlay for us will be the two cases and then someone to manage our portion
of the social media. Do you know what this means for the club? All of his
venues will now be promoting Cat Tails. Girl, you rock!”

She nodded, beaming from his enthusiasm. He’d stayed out of
the negotiations completely, leaving it all up to her. It felt unbelievably
good to be given carte blanche and not have to get everything approved by
multiple supervisors. And playing hardball when Farnsworth tried to screw them
on values had been a rush. “I can handle the social media without any problem,
but if you want to go with a professional I understand that too.”

“Hell no. If you want to tackle it, it’s all yours. I’m a
true convert to your business prowess. When you told him his second offer was
unacceptable and outlined, in detail, exactly how he was trying to screw us, I
almost came in my pants. I would have taken that offer and been pretty pleased
with it. You had him groveling to do business with us.” Sean gave her a high-five.
“Let’s go celebrate.”

Michelle reveled in the way he continued use of the word “us”,
as if they were partners. That meant more to her than closing the deal. It felt
so damn good to find a subject she could discuss with him as an equal. Of
course, as the owner, he was still the boss, but this deal was hers. He’d
trusted her with all the negotiations. She stood from her place at the head of
Sean’s desk and noticed how wobbly her legs were. She might have appeared calm
on the outside, but inside was a different story.

As they got out to his car, he paused before opening her
door. “Michelle, you never cease to amaze me. You’re smart,” he brushed a lock
of her hair behind her ear, “and beautiful and the sexiest woman alive. Thank
you for giving us a shot.” He ran his hand over his collar around her neck.
“I’m honored that you’re wearing my collar.” He lifted her left hand and kissed
the center of her palm. “One day, in the not-too-far-off future, I hope you’ll
wear my ring.” Sean brought her hand over his heart and leaned in to brush his
lips across hers. Gentle at first, coaxing even, until the passion between them
refused to stay leashed.

Her body was on fire again. It was becoming a familiar
feeling and she relaxed into it. Dealing with it was easier than trying to
understand what he meant by “wear my ring”. She wrapped her arms around his
waist and leaned into him. His cock, hard and impressive, was pushed against
her belly. He was hard all the time. She found it much less intimidating since
he’d called her the “sexiest woman alive”. She wished she’d had a recorder so
she could play it back and make sure she’d heard him correctly.

“I need you, baby.”

Michelle chuckled and rubbed her tummy over his cock.

“I’m being serious, you bad girl. I need you in my life…and
in my bed.” His smile lit up his eyes and warmed her heart.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sean.”

After one last hug, he opened her door then walked around to
the driver’s side. “How does a champagne brunch sound?”

“I don’t drink, but food sounds lovely.” She cringed a
little bit, waiting for the inevitable trash talk about being a grownup and
living a little. Since coming of age, she’d heard it from every man she’d ever
dated.

Sean just nodded. “I bet tending bar you’ve seen the ugly
side of alcohol on a nightly basis.”

That was it? He wasn’t going to belittle her or get angry
for putting a crimp in his plans? Damn, that was a nice change. “Most of my
mom’s husbands were found in bars. I wish she’d left them there.”

“We’ve hosted a few weddings at the club for members who met
and fell in love while playing there. I’ve tried to create a safe environment
for our subs. We have several monitors on duty at all times and have the house
safeword. One of the girls I was friends with in college met a guy online. She
thought she could trust him, so after meeting him for dinner she went home with
him.”

He paused and Michelle noticed his tightened grip on the
steering wheel. “Suffice it to say, she never made that mistake again. I gave
her a membership to a club I’d found near campus. She eventually found her soul
mate. About five years ago, she was married and collared. Now she has three
loud and active kids biting at her ankles. Last time they visited, I was
envious for about an hour and then I went in search of earplugs.”

Michelle laughed. “I know. Kids need to be well-behaved.”

They rode in silence to the gates of the best resort on the
island. “Let’s celebrate.”

Michelle had never been to the restaurant here, but she’d
heard everyone rave about it. She was grateful she was dressed well. As they
walked into the lobby, it was all she could do not to stare. Sean had obviously
been here before, and led her to the restaurant as if they were taking a Sunday
stroll.

“Are you hungry? I thought we’d have a heavy lunch and since
we’ll be at the club we’d do a light dinner.”

“Perfect.” As soon as the waiter came to their table he
ordered for them. Apparently, he came here enough to know their menu. Yikes, they
lived in two different worlds.

“Michelle, I meant what I said. I think we are soul mates.
There’s no other explanation for how well we mesh. I know you need more time
and believe me, I understand. That being said, I don’t want there to be any
doubt how I feel about you.”

“You’re so sweet, Sean. Thank you.” She had to give him
something. It wasn’t fair for him to lay his feelings on the line and for her
stay mum. “I’m falling for you too. I often catch myself thinking the phrase
‘when we get home’. It’s a little unnerving how comfortable I am with you.” Her
face was flushed with embarrassment at sharing her feelings with him.

“I do that too.” He chuckled. He ran his hand over her
cheek. “I don’t like this. I want you comfortable talking to me. You know that
will only come with practice.” He smiled.

She dropped her head as if resigned to a fate worse than
death. “So demanding.”

“Oh baby, I’ve just begun,” he purred, starting a fire
burning in her pussy.

How did he know exactly which tones to use to get her hot?

“So last night you let me use a blindfold. Did it bother
you?”

It begins.
She knew he wouldn’t let her escape the
inevitable recap. Would it ever get easy? “No. I think my eyes were shut much
of the time anyway. I did spend a few minutes worrying what you had planned
that you wanted to use one, though.”

Sean gave her a knowing smile. “Gotta love the thrill of
anticipation. What you conjure in your mind is usually more daunting than the
actual experience. How’d you like the wax?”

“Oh my goodness, I had no idea what you were doing. Just all
of a sudden, I felt a liquid heat covering me. And the warmth lingered for far
longer than I expected. It was crazy.” She’d enjoyed it very much. “It added to
the whole experience.” She felt heat rising over her face again. “Very naughty,
like I was completely at your mercy.”

He held her gaze steady. “You were.”

Again, his tone and demeanor set butterflies fluttering in
her stomach. Michelle looked away, uncomfortable at getting aroused in public.
She was relieved to see the waiter bringing their salads.

Once the food had been set on the table and the waiter had
given them some privacy, Sean leaned in. “How does that make you feel, subbie?”

She looked him in the eye again then back down to her salad
as she debated being coy. “Hot and bothered,” she answered without looking at
him.

He kissed her on the cheek. “Good. Me too.” He tore off a
piece of bread, buttered it and handed it to her.

“Thank you, Sean.” He was always doing the sweetest things.
The word bothered him but it fit so well.

“You mentioned a flogger a couple of times when describing
scenes. I thought you might be curious about it. What did you think?”

They were sitting in the swankiest restaurant on the island
discussing floggers, blindfolds and wax. Why in God’s name did it seem like the
most natural thing in the world? She looked at Sean, then back down to her
mostly empty salad plate.