Vulnerable (4 page)

“Open yourself.”

Elise tensed. She wanted him to touch her, to restrain her and do things that she couldn’t stop. He was pushing her again, and she couldn’t make her hands move from the bed where her fingers were clutching the sheet.

“Open yourself, Elise. I won’t tell you again.”

Elise closed her eyes, her arousal building, yet also feeling terribly uncomfortable. A sharp smack and crack of sound filled the room, and she gasped in shock. Ross had just slapped her pussy, and the sting and unexpected erotic feeling brought Elise’s hands into play and her eyes open and back on him. She pulled her labia apart, the flesh wet and slippery. The scent of her arousal wafted around her, and she flinched until she heard Ross’s murmur of approval. Recklessly she spread her thighs wider.

“Do you masturbate, Elise?” he asked.

“Once in awhile,” she managed to answer, trying not to look at him, but unable to tear her gaze away.

“Show me what you like and tell me what you think about while you make yourself come.”

She slipped one finger across the hood of her clit and found the little nub, already engorged but still hiding. She stroked it and circled her finger across it.

“Talk to me, Elise,” Ross insisted. “I will ask, and you will answer, although you will not speak otherwise.”

“I don’t think about much, honestly. I usually can’t sleep and feel restless. Other than that…”

“Think about being tied to my bed, Elise, with a pillow under your hips, your legs spread wide, wider than they are now. Your breasts will be lifted high and those tight nipples available for clamps, or my mouth or anything I choose to do to them. I might find something hard and thick to push up inside you for your pussy to hold while I use a vibe on your clit. And I’ll be stretching your little asshole while I do it.”

Elise felt herself being seduced by his words and the timbre in his voice. She rubbed harder on her clit and her orgasm suddenly hit her. She clenched her thighs together around her hand and prolonged it a few more seconds.

“That was a nice start, honey, although I didn’t give you permission to close yourself to my gaze. But I have so much to give you, share with you,” Ross advised her. “Scoot up the bed and center yourself and spread your legs, feet flat on the mattress.”

Elise stared at him. “But I just, I just had an orgasm! I don’t know if I can do this, Ross.”

Ross was on her in an instant, dragging her up off the bed and across the room to the shackles on the wall, pushing her face-first against it. He secured her hands and used his bulk to pin her struggling frame while he bent to restrain her ankles.

“You have earned your first punishment, Elise. Ten smacks. Use your safe word and I’ll stop, or continue and afterward tell me what you have learned.”

Elise wanted to cry. Things were moving so fast. She had just given herself an orgasm based primarily on this man’s voice and erotic words and was now tied to the wall because she wasn’t following the rules. She felt like a recalcitrant child.

“Elise?”

She didn’t want to quit. She wasn’t a quitter!

“Continue,” she choked.

She wasn’t prepared for the first blow. He used his hand, but it wasn’t like the cupped-hand smack he had given her pussy. This one meant business, and it stung like fury. Elise hadn’t processed it before he struck again, and again. Strangely, the sting and the burn began to blend together, and when he rubbed her buttocks and the heat spread, Elise felt the moisture begin to flow once more from her vagina, and her breasts tingled. She rubbed her nipples against the wall, and Ross immediately stopped touching her.

“If you stimulate your breasts, Elise, I’ll tie you to a cross and add to your correction, and I’ll use my belt.”

Elise froze, and Ross resumed her spanking. By the time he finished, she was whimpering in frustration, searching for something she had just vaguely glimpsed. It was overwhelming, and she was angry with him.

“Why were you punished?” Ross demanded.

“Because I didn’t do as you asked and trust you to know what I needed,” she said sullenly.

Ross waited. Elise thought hard.

“And because I spoke out of turn and failed to call you Sir.”

Ross immediately released her binds and caught her to him, bestowing a kiss that made her senses swim and her knees actually give way beneath her. He praised her and told her how proud he was of her for taking her punishment so well. He carried her to the bed, lifting her effortlessly, and Elise marveled at his strength. She felt absurdly happy that she had pleased him, had been such a good student, her feelings of anger polarized. He covered her with his body, his furred chest tantalizing her nipples and his leather pants sliding erotically over her belly and thighs, the ridge of the whip a dark reminder of his power. She lost herself in his kiss and moaned when he tore his mouth away and slid down her, pressing kisses against her inflamed skin, nibbling on her hips bones, flicking his tongue into her navel.

Elise arched into his touch, clenching her hands on the sheet. She spread her legs wide for him as he dipped his dark head between her thighs. For a moment, all she could feel was his breath as he inhaled her scent, and then he fell upon her, licking and suckling very crevice and fold, drinking her essence. She heard someone begging and realized it was her voice in the quiet of the room. When Ross pushed two fingers into her, she tensed, despite how lubricated her sheath was.

“You are tight, Elise,” he said. “How long has it been, sweetheart?”

Elise squirmed restlessly. She wanted him to do it, get on with it, and he persisted in talking to her. Communication was important, she got that, but she needed him to fuck her.

“Elise.”

She flinched at his tone and hurried now to answer. “I don’t remember exactly. Maybe fourteen years. Sir.”

Ross rose up to kneel between her legs, his fingers now pressing deeper, pressing against a secret spot, and stared into her face.

“Fourteen years! What in hell is wrong with the men you know?” he asked incredulously.

Elise was so relieved that he didn’t blame her for the dry spell. Although, truth to be told, it
had
primarily been her decision. She simply hadn’t been interested enough in sex or men in general to combine the two, unable to move past her fear and self-disgust.
Not that she wasn’t well versed and competent sexually. Child brides tended to learn fast and well where she came from, or ended up getting hurt. The latter had happened despite her best efforts, and she pushed those memories away with the ease that came from considerable practice.
Ross had again located that sensitive spot high up inside her, and Elise found herself writhing against his touch. When he lowered his head again and sucked her clit into his mouth, she screamed as her climax blindsided her. It had been a long time since anyone had ever cared before if she had pleasure, and it overwhelmed her, even more than the physical sensation itself. She held her tears back with supreme effort.

* * * *

Ross stared at this woman with deep satisfaction. She looked absolutely beautiful in the throes of passion, her hair tangled around her face and spilling across the pillow, her lips swollen from his kisses and the flush of orgasm now receding from the tops of her luscious breasts. The amber nipples softened even as he watched. He stroked her belly and smiled as she shivered, and her muscles flinched beneath his touch. She was his, even if she didn’t yet realize it, and, to his somewhat surprised acceptance, he was hers, at least while they explored this connection together. Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled tentatively and then her gaze drifted down to the front of his leathers. Ross wondered if the sheen of tears was the result of passion or something else, but she was now questioning him with those milk-chocolate eyes, and he lost track.

Ross was pleased that she waited for him to ask, understanding that he would know she needed to speak. “Yes, Elise?”

“But you haven’t…” her voice trailed off.

“Soon, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll teach you how to please me, soon.”

Elise nodded and stretched like a sleek cat under his gaze. It seemed to him that she was throwing off some imaginary skeins that had bound her, and he nearly choked with desire and possessiveness, and something softer. Something he hadn’t felt before. It was too soon to think about that something, and he stood to strip the whip off. He had planned to wait until the next time they got together to find his own release, but he couldn’t wait.

“Elise,” he said. “Present yourself.”

She visibly roused herself from postorgasmic stupor and obediently took the position at his feet. Ross reached down to lift her chin and lock eyes with her.

“Keep looking at me the whole time, Elise,” he ordered. “Open.”

When Elise’s full lips parted, he pulled his cock out of his leathers and set the head just inside and fisted his hands in her hair.

“Lick the head, Elise. Do it until I tell you to stop. Keep your hands on your thighs or I’ll tie them behind your back.”

He stifled his groan as Elise’s tongue flickered to touch his cock, diffidently at first and then with increasing confidence. He watched her face tighten with concentration and saw her eyes fill with interest as she tasted his pre-cum. Ross thought he might come right then and quickly shifted to instruct her. She was obviously no stranger to oral sex, despite the intervening years, and he felt a twinge of jealousy that he wouldn’t be the one to indoctrinate her, as ridiculous as that idea really was.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Elise, and you’ll accept what I give you.”

He began to thrust into the moist, hot cavern, using short strokes at first and then going ever deeper, the feel of her tongue on the sensitive underside of his shaft causing his balls to sweat and the skin at the base of his spine to prickle.

“Suck hard, Elise, and when I hit the back of your throat, breathe through your nose and swallow on me,” he commanded.

He lasted just a few more strokes, because the second time she swallowed, his balls drew up, and he erupted. Elise choked against his cum, and he pulled back enough to let her breathe and swallow the rest, falling into her chocolate eyes as he did so. He stooped to lift her to stand before him and took their combined breath in another deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, and Ross relished the symbolic connection as their flavors mixed.

“Stay with me tonight, Elise,” he urged.

Elise shook her head and Ross’s dominance surged. He cursed himself for phrasing it as a request.

“I can’t,” she said quietly. “I have commitments early tomorrow, and I need time away from you to process this, this thing. Sir.”

Ross pushed his disappointment away and manned up, respecting her honesty. He had done more with Elise than he would have dared with another sub the first time. This night should have been primarily about her, and he had been selfish, expected too much. He just hadn’t been able to hold back. He tried not to wonder what the commitments were that Elise had.

“I’ll expect you next Friday night then,” he said.

His Amazon pushed away from him and stared him down. His cock instantly filled, straining toward her, ready to go again. He advanced, she retreated.

“I’m not a weekend event, Ross,” she said shortly, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

He managed not to laugh. He was an idiot. He had effectively seduced this woman with his passion and lifestyle, and she had responded beyond belief, and here he was equating her with his weekend schedule. Asshole. He wasn’t sure if Elise had actually called him one or if he just thought it.

“Forgive me, Elise,” he said sincerely. “I spoke before I thought, and only because you distracted me and I was jealous.”

She blinked at his words. “Jealous?”

“That you have commitments tomorrow.”

“But we only just met,” she protested. “I have a life, you know, even if it hasn’t included sex.”

Ross allowed himself chuckle at that. “I hope to keep interrupting your dry spell, honey. I’ll drive you home.”

“I brought my car, Ross. You should probably wait for that to go down before you try and put it back in those leathers.” Elise gestured to his erection.

Ross laughed harder. She had stopped calling him Sir, was teasing him, and he liked it.

“Can I invite myself to your commitments tomorrow?”

Elise’s face lit up and Ross wasn’t sure about the spark of glee in her eyes.

“Yes! That would be great. Pick me up at seven, and wear jeans and a T-shirt, be casual,” she answered. “I’ll write my address down for you and my phone number in case you change your mind.”

“I won’t change my mind, Elise,” Ross said firmly, although Sundays were typically a true day of rest for him, a day where he lounged in bed with the paper and a coffee until he went for brunch or lunch with a friend. Seven in the freaking morning? The thought of waking up with Elise on a Sunday then took him away for a moment, as he watched her slip her dress over her head and effectively hide her gorgeous shape from him. Ross got to her panties before she did and refused her with a look. He walked her to the door and pressed a kiss on her temple, inhaling her scent. He probably imagined the drift of fingertips on his cock.