Command and Control (12 page)

Megan drew the brush over her hair, brushing it until it crackled with life and shined its brilliant color. She winced. God how she’d used to hate it as a kid. But growing up had made her realize how it was actually kind of cool to have the unique color and not have it come from a bottle.

Setting the hairbrush back down, she pulled a silky green negligee from her bag. She grimaced and tugged it on. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but who knew what she’d find when she left the bathroom. Maybe Trevor would insist on sleeping on the couch.

The idea made her gut twist and her throat tighten. Oh well, no more putting it off.

Grabbing the door handle, she turned it and pulled the door open, stepping into the bedroom.

Her steps faltered and her mouth fell open. The slow thump of her heart turned to a fast gallop as she stared at Trevor sitting naked on the edge of the bed.

He dangled a pair of pink fur-lined handcuffs from his index finger and in his other hand held the small flogger she’d bought.

Oh sweet Jesus. The handcuffs had seemed like a good idea, especially after that conversation with the girls during the bachelorette party. But the flogger she’d just kind of thrown into her basket randomly. Not for one moment had she expected Trevor to use it. It was more just to complete the kinkiness of the bag.

Clearing her throat, she tried not to look at the toys and gave him a brief smile. “Hey.”

He didn’t reply, just used the same finger that was dangling the cuffs to beckon her over.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Why had she come up with this anything-you-want submissive thing again?

She drew in an unsteady breath and approached him. “Trevor, about—”

“Sir,” he reminded her through hooded eyes. “And no talking unless I tell you to.”

Game on.

He stood and she inhaled sharply as her gaze landed on his hardened cock, just inches from her hip. “Take off your nightgown and underwear. You won’t be needing them.”

Heat slid through her body and her pussy clenched as cream gathered in it.
This was why you agreed, because it’s such a turn-on.

Megan pulled off her negligee and slid out of her panties, then stood naked and unabashed as she waited for his next request.

His nostrils flared and his gaze darkened. “Climb onto the bed and lie down on your stomach.”

Her pulse jumped and she licked her lips as she moved to obey. The coverlet had been removed and so she crawled across the sheets on her hands and knees toward the pillows. She lay down, folding her arms and resting her forehead on them.

Firm hands gripped her ankles, pulling them apart and spreading her legs wide. The air in the room brushed between her legs, making the sensitive flesh tingle and her folds dampen further.

What would he do now? She only had the handcuffs, it wasn’t like—oh! Something silky wrapped around her ankle. There was a small tug and when she instinctively jerked back, she found she couldn’t close her legs.

The crack sounded before she felt the burn of his hand that smacked across her bottom.

“Stay still, angel,” he warned with amusement. “Unless I tell you that you can move.”

Megan bit back a groan, her ass still smarted from his reprimanding swat, and she knew it was only the beginning. She stayed as immobile as possible as he secured her other foot to the opposite side of the bed frame. Again she realized how much she trusted him, because being tied up wasn’t something she’d do for just any guy. But her love for Trevor pretty much meant she’d try anything. Do anything. At least once.

“Nice,” he muttered and then the mattress dipped as he sat. “Very nice.”

His palm closed over the cheek he’d just swatted, and squeezed the flesh.

“I like this position. I can see how wet your pussy if for me.” His hand slid inward and then he cupped her, sliding two fingers into her aching slit. “Oh yeah. Drenched.”

There was more movement and then she felt the leather of the small flogger trace over the back of her thighs. “I’m surprised you bought one of these, Meg. You realize they can sting, right?”

She nodded, without lifting her head from the pillow of her arms. The first wave of unease slid through her. It could very well hurt like crazy. And she’d just allowed Trevor to tie her down, while giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.

“I’ve never done this kind of thing,” he admitted, his tone curious. “But I think we’re supposed to establish some kind of safe word. How about marshmallow.”

Marshmallow? What were they, sitting around a campfire? Her lips almost curved into a smile, but she held it back and gave another nod.
Marshmallow it was.

“Your ass looks really pretty,” he murmured. “Flushed from my handprint. I bet it’ll look really hot in a minute.”

How badly would it hurt? And would she be one of those girls who kind of liked it? Or would she be screaming marshmallow the moment the leather connected with her skin. She braced herself, lips parted to scream the word.

There was no warning before the first crack of the leather slapped across her butt. She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening. Despite the sting, a small tingle of pleasure sizzled through her.
Well this was interesting.
Wanting to see if it would continue to grow, she closed her mouth without protest and waited for the next slap to fall.

“You okay, angel?” His gentle question, showing his concern even through the play, had her heart squeezing with her love for him.

She gave a small nod and closed her eyes, almost embarrassed to admit how much she’d actually
liked
it.

“Good to hear.” His voice thickened, just before the next slap came.

The leather strips flicked across the same buttock. Once, and then twice. Harder the second time.

Her pussy grew wetter and her nipples stabbed into the mattress. The intense pleasure combined with the amount of trust she had in Trevor had tears glazing her eyes.

“Shit,” he whispered raggedly, before his fingers slipped inside her body again. “You really like this, angel.”

He slapped her other buttock with the flogger, lightly and then harder as he continued to finger her aching channel.

A guttural moan ripped through the air and it took a moment for Megan to realize it came from her.

When his fingers left her she cried out in protest. But then, a second later, the leather flashed oh so lightly across her pussy.

“Oh God,” she cried out. “More. Please, Sir.”

Trevor groaned, before the leather hit harder against her sex.

The sting of pain mixed with the building pleasure. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but whatever he’d tied them with prevented her from shutting them. Her legs and thighs were spread wide for the unremitting slaps.

Her eyes crossed from the sensation and she couldn’t hold back the throaty moans and pleas spilling from her lips.

Something thick pressed against her opening and she gasped as it pushed inside her. It was the handle of the flogger, she realized a moment later, as Trevor began to fuck her with it.

“I love looking at your body like this, angel. Hearing your cries and seeing your body all flushed.”

His hand slapped against her ass, alternating cheeks as he thrust the handle in and out of her body.

Pleasure had her entire body throbbing and she climbed the peak toward climax steadily, moving higher and higher. Her ass and thighs clenched as she fell over. A screamed ripped from her throat as white lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Her pussy clenched around the handle, gripping it as the spasms rocked her body.

A couple of tears leaked down her cheeks and she blinked them away, shocked at the intensity of her orgasm.

“So beautiful, Megan,” Trevor said thickly, pulling the handle from her and placing a kiss on her ass cheek. “You all right, angel?”

Again she gave a weak nod and he sighed before she felt his tongue slide between her ass cheeks and rub against her tiny hole. She gasped, but didn’t protest.

He lifted his head and murmured, “Good, because we’re not done.”

She felt the tension that kept her legs spread ease up and then she was free to draw her legs together once more. Her body, still weak, trembled from her climax.

A moment later Trevor closed a large hand over her hip and urged her onto her back. His eyes, full of lust and possessiveness, sent warmth sizzling through her already heated blood.

“Nowhere near through,” he murmured again and then leaned down, pulling something black from the bag.

A blindfold. Her pulse quickened as she ran her tongue over her dry lips. Just when she thought it couldn’t get more intense, he proved her wrong.

She almost regretted the fact that she wouldn’t be able to watch what happened next. He was already such a sexy man and when he made love he never held back the emotions from his eyes.

But she trusted him. Trusted him to bring her pleasure and to never take things further than she was comfortable with.

He winked and slipped the mask over her head, and then everything went black.

“Stretch your hands over your head, Megan.”

Trevor watched as she immediately moved to obey and his tongue went thick in his mouth. He almost wondered if Megan had been involved in some kind of kinky relationship in the past, because she was awfully good at this. And the fact that she’d given him so much trust and power still took his breath away. Was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d probably ever experienced.

He looped the fur-lined cuffs around one of the vertical poles in the headboard and then secured each of her wrists in a cuff.

He tugged her hands, testing the restraints and found them good. Turning he went back to refasten her legs to the corner posts.

She didn’t protest, but nor did she stop the small moan that came out of her throat. Trevor smiled and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Her hair spilled over the white pillowcase in a lush red wave, her eyes shielded with the black mask, and her lips parted with anticipation. His gaze slipped down her body. In this position her breasts thrust higher with the pink nipples rock hard. He moved his attention lower to where her legs were forced wide open. Between her slender thighs her pussy was pink and swollen, the dark channel of her entrance creamy with arousal.

His mouth watered to taste her and he swallowed hard. Jesus, she had to be the sexiest woman on the whole fucking planet.

Trevor reached almost blindly into the bag, searching for the object he’d seen earlier. He pulled out the long, thin, pink vibrator and turned it on.

Hearing Megan whimper, he glanced up to find her tongue sweeping over her lips. The black mask that kept her in darkness heightened the eroticism of the moment.

He climbed back onto the bed and settled himself between her thighs, so his face was just inches from her succulent pussy.

Taking the vibrator, he ran the tip over the edge of her pink folds and thrilled in the way her ass lifted off the bed. He circled her opening, again and again. Watched as she grew wetter and her breathing grew more erratic.

Then when she was biting her lip and he could tell she was struggling not to beg, he moved it to her entrance. Pushing it in slowly, he groaned at the sight of her wet flesh greedily sucking in the pink vibrator deeper into her channel.

Using is thumb and forefinger, Trevor parted the folds shielding her clitoris and then lowered his head to take the tender little nub into his mouth.

Megan’s hips jerked off the bed as she let out a sharp cry.

The sweet, fresh taste of her arousal drove him to keep suckling her while rotating and pushing the thin vibrator inside her.

She tugged at her arms and tried to close her legs, but the restraints proved to do their job well. His blood pounded faster at the realization that she was completely helpless to do anything but accept the pleasure he gave her.

He flicked his tongue over the hardened nub, faster and then slow, all while her juices spilled onto his hand that fucked her with the vibrator. When her hips and ass moved, he followed, never abandoning her clit from his mouth.

Her whimpers grew higher, morphed into cries, and tears spilled down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator and her ass lifted off the bed and held. When she finally came she was sobbing.

Trevor pulled the vibrator from her and moved himself over her. With his arms braced on either side of her rib cage, he thrust into her still-trembling body.

“Oh, you feel so good,” he rasped, sinking deeper into her hot, slick warmth.

She couldn’t move her arms or legs, but Megan’s hips lifted against his thrusts and she let out a soft moan.

As he stared down at her, into the black mask, irritation slid through him. He didn’t want it there. He wanted to see her eyes, shining blue and glazed with desire. He reached down with one hand and plucked the blindfold from her face.

Blinking up at him, Megan’s gaze finally lost the disorientation but none of the passion.

With a low growl, he braced his hands on either side of her again and increased the pace of his thrusts. His teeth ground together as he tried to slow his body’s urge to explode.

He closed his eyes, reveling in the hot suction of her pussy on his cock. How each time he sank into her he lost a little bit more of his soul.

When Megan’s cries grew more fevered and her inner muscles clamped around him, he knew she was about to come.

He slammed into her faster, making her body slide on the mattress as much as the restraints allowed. His balls tightened and when she cried out with her release, he was right beside her.

His biceps locked and sweat rolled down his back as he climaxed, emptying himself and the rest of his energy inside of her.

When the ability to think returned and his arms began to shake, Trevor slid from her body. Guilt hit him that maybe he’d gone too far, and he made quick time untying her and unlocking the cuffs.

Megan sat up and stretched her muscles, her expression a little shaky and unsure, and when she slid from the bed his chest tightened.

“Give me a moment,” she murmured and disappeared into the bathroom.