Fearful Cravings (6 page)

She shook her head. There was no way. Absolutely none.

He nodded at her and laughed softly, “Yes, my pet. You'll call me Master while we're here. In this room. When you're under my control, obeying my commands.”

He undid the clips holding her wrists to the hammock frame. He lifted her out of the sling, grabbed more cuffs out of the cabinet and attached them to her ankles.

The whole time he removed her from the sling, walked her over to the cabinet, made his choices, attached the cuffs and directed her over to the bed, she was distracted by the feel of the plug shifting with her movements. It felt almost like it was rubbing inside her pussy, touching spots deep inside her that it shouldn't be able to reach. Her heart was hammering, the arousal extremely overwhelming. She couldn't seem to think straight.

She had the vague notion that she should be objecting more, but how could she object to what he had done so far. The plug in her ass, one she never would have consented to under other circumstances, was ruining her resistance. She wanted more. She wanted him to kiss her, to fuck her, to take her over the edge.

She nuzzled into him, but didn't try to touch him having learned her lesson from that before. He slid an arm around her and kissed her passionately. When he broke away from the kiss, she made a small noise of frustration.

“Haven't you turned into an eager girl suddenly.”

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now. I need you to.”

His crooked smile was still another she hadn't seen before. So many versions of that smile and each a part of him that she wanted to get to know.

“Not quite yet. There's a lesson to be learned first. And still the matter of what you're supposed to call me.”

She flinched. “I can't. That's just...it's...I can't do it.”

He grabbed her hair, situated her facing the bed but standing at the foot of it. The leather straps hanging from the posts at the foot of the bed had cuffs attached to them already. He removed those and attached Chloe's cuffs to the straps. Her arms lifted over her head, her legs opened wide. She was spread eagle in a standing position.

He tapped the end of the plug gently but repeatedly causing her to flinch and moan with each tap.

Reece stepped back, raised his arm quickly and smacked her across the ass.

The smack didn't hurt as much as Chloe let on by her cry of pain. It was more surprise than anything else. He'd spanked her. She couldn't believe it.

Before she could protest, he laid three quick strikes across her ass cheeks. Each smack was laid on top of the heat of the one previous. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud and abrupt through the room as were Chloe's cries. She flinched and noises accompanied each one. 

“Say it, girl. Tell me what I want to hear.”

She shook her head.

He gave her three more smacks to her other cheek. He crowded against her side, one hand caressing her breasts and causing her to whimper. The other hand slipping between her heated cheeks to find her incredibly wet. He fucked her with his fingers, first one then a second. Inside her, the plug was pushed by his inserted fingers. On the outside, his hand banged into the base of the plug.

He whispered into her ear, “Can you hear how wet you are? You want this. Whether your mind will let you speak the words, your body knows what it wants, what it needs.”

It was a loud, wet sound as he fucked her. A warmth suffused her whole body, her face was flush, body trembling. Her ears were ringing. She was so close. Her orgasm was about to overwhelm her. His words across her ear washed sensation through her entire body. They pulled at her resistance as much as his fingers pulled at her arousal. He removed his fingers from her pussy.

She gasped then groaned at the emptiness of her pussy. Her breathing came out in pants. She turned to him with a pleading she couldn't hide, couldn't deny any longer. “Please...”

He played with the outside of her pussy. His fingers dipping once then twice into her before circling her clit. He was teasing her, playing her body like an instrument, but she couldn't deny it any longer. She was teetering on the edge and she would do anything, admit to anything if he would push her over.

“What, girl? Please...what?”

“Please, I need to come. Stop teasing me.”

“This wasn't a tease. This was a punishment. A spanking for not doing what you were told. And a reminder.”

Reece stared into her eyes for a moment, released her arms and legs from the restraints and laid her across the bed. He pinned her to it as he kissed her deeply.

“Look at me, Chloe.”

She touched his face, brushed her fingers through his hair and nodded. She held his gaze. It was easy while he wasn't touching her, while he wasn't doing things to cause her body to twinge and react, while he wasn't touching her intimately.

He shifted her legs back, his cock at her entrance as he whispered, “Keep your eyes on me, girl. Always on mine.”

For a beat, he paused. She had time to think it had never been like this. Never this powerful. Never this deep emotionally or this intense.

He slammed hard and deep into her pussy in one thrust. Her eyes started to drift shut. Her back arched. She screamed at the feeling of him deep, deep inside her. His thrust nudged the plug, too. The dual sensations brought her instantly back to the edge of arousal.

Reece growled out, “At me, girl. Don't you dare close your eyes.”

Her eyes flew open. Not a half an hour ago, she'd been afraid of this. Afraid of what would happen. Unsure and frightened. Now she was afraid it would stop. She had been on the edge for too long when she wasn't used to holding back. With others, she'd come when it suited her. She'd never been denied.

He started a slow, steady rhythm. She clung to him and rode with him. Her back arching, her moans and whimpers growing louder with each thrust, but her eyes never left his.

He watched her intently. She could feel him weighing her, measuring her arousal and judging how close she was. She was so close. Her eyes started to drift shut out of habit. Just before they would have shut completely, she flinched. Her heart hammering in her chest. He slowed his thrusting, then stopped.  He broke eye contact with her to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She let loose a cry of arousal.

“Do you want to come? You're on the edge. You need me to get over that edge. Ask for my permission. Ask me to let you come, my pet and call me Master when you do it.”

“Please, I need to come. Make me come. I need it. God. You have no idea how much. Please--”

He thrust lazily inside her. Leveling her arousal. He neither let the feelings recede or progress, but kept it high enough to cloud her mind, so that she would beg. Her need was palpable. Reece smiled at her, pulled out of her pussy and held still.

She panicked when she thought he would stop.

One time. She could call him it one time to get over that edge. She didn't have to mean it. Her arousal was like a physical and emotional ache deep inside her, it gnawed at her resistance. It whispered reassurances to get what it wanted.

Reece jabbed his cock deep into her. Twisting his hips to get a different angle then stopped again.

She thought she might go mad. She tried to turn away while she said it. Maybe it would mean less to her if she didn't look into his eyes when she said it.

“Chloe.”

She bit her lip.

The war within her must have been clear on her face. He pushed and prodded at it using her arousal to batter at her defenses.

She blew out a breath. “Please.”

He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, ground his cock into her, so it nudged her clit as well as the plug. He wasn't going to let up. He wasn't going to let her think clearly. He was demanding and insistent. Finally, she broke.

“Please, let me come... Master.”

He crushed her lips in a bruising kiss and started fucking her with a wild abandon. His growls against her lips made her whimper in response.

He pulled back from the kiss. “Yes. Now, come for me. Come for your Master, girl. Now!”

As he thundered his command, his cock pounding into her pussy, the savage growls spoke of his own loss of control. She was propelled over the edge of the chasm, finally. Her screams seemed never ending. He followed her only moments later.

Panting, her mind still a swirl of confused thoughts, she didn't realize the plug was still inside her ass until he eased it from her.

He snuggled Chloe under the blankets as she started to drift off.

Her voice was full of aching sweetness and uncertainty as she whispered, “Reece?”

“Shh, Chloe. We have plenty of time for talking...and fucking, after we nap.”

She smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Chloe stretched her arms over her head. As her eyes opened, she found herself blinking into a crooked smile. She assessed the stretched muscles, the stinging flesh and the slight chaffing on her wrists.

“How are you this morning?”

She hesitated to answer. She wasn't sure how she was yet. Chloe mumbled something and slipped from the bed. Distracted by her search for her clothes, she didn't see him slide out of the bed and approach her.

“Looking for something?”

She flinched, “My clothes. I should go.”

Chloe couldn't believe what she'd done. What she'd let him do to her. She'd begged and called him Master. She definitely couldn't look him in the face. She wasn't sure if she could look herself in the face, but she needed to get out of here.

“I hid them.”

Her eyes flew wide as she whirled on him, “You did what?”

“I hid them. I was right about you being a struggler. You're also a runner. So, I hid your clothes.”

She stood there stunned. “Close your mouth, Chloe, or I'll be tempted to make use of it."

Her mouth snapped closed quickly. He grinned at her, walked out of the bedroom. Over his shoulder, he tossed back, “Come into the kitchen, and I'll make you breakfast. You should have something to eat.”

She glared at the empty doorway. She could feel her temper beginning to flare. He hid her clothes? Who does that? She looked wildly around the room, ripped the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her body. Twisting it firmly, she tucked it into the top of her breasts like it was a towel, and she'd just showered. She stomped out of the bedroom. Bypassing the kitchen, she headed for the front door.

Leaning casually against the kitchen's door frame, he crossed his arms while watching her with amusement.

"Where do you think you're going?"

She glared at him as she flipped locks. He had three. She flipped them all and yanked the door handle. Nothing. When his smile widened, she resisted the urge to growl. It wouldn't get the locks to open and she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flustered. She flipped them all back and yanked again. She was getting angrier.

“Did you think you could kidnap me by keeping my clothes? I live right downstairs! I'll go out just like this. I don't care.”

As casually as someone strolling through a park, he stepped to her and jerked the sheet from her body. “Not with my sheet, you won't.”

She gaped at him.

“Come, Chloe. Let me cook you breakfast. If you tell me that you wouldn't have slipped out of my bed while I slept to avoid me, I'll apologize for hiding your clothes. We both know you would have.”

She was still flipping locks. Some weird combination. One must have been locked and the others weren't, but which ones? It was a puzzle. He probably planned that, too.

She blew out a long, drawn out sigh and stomped into the kitchen.

As she huffed and flung herself onto a bar stool, she said, “Fine. This breakfast better be delicious.”

He followed behind, dropped the sheet into her lap. With experienced efficiency, he pulled open cabinets and the fridge. Ingredients started piling up on the counter; eggs, flour, milk, waffle iron and syrup. Despite her anger, Chloe was impressed. He really was going to make waffles from scratch. Now that she was sitting, watching the ingredients pile up, she was famished.

Normally, she might offer to help, but she was still angry. She'd eat his food, but she wasn't going to offer to help. She wrapped the sheet around her naked body and slouched on the bar stool while she watched him. Last night, she hadn't had a chance to see the kitchen which was directly off the living room. It had been a blurred doorway when he'd yanked her down the hall.

While the floor plan mirrored her own, this was infinitely more spacious and modern. If she wasn't watching him make breakfast from scratch, she might assume he'd had a decorator's help. Now, she was fairly certain that he'd done all his own decorating. The counters were light marble, the floor was a light, bleached wood with matching cabinets. Walls were done in a buttery shade of yellow. All had probably been like that when he moved in, but the accessories were all him. Tasteful, wrought iron baskets for various fresh foods lined the counter. A sleek, futuristic-looking coffee maker and stainless appliances gave the room modern appeal. It could have gone bad, country farm with the light floors and cabinets, but it didn't.

The windows over the sink and counter tops let in direct sunlight. He stood in the light stirring a bowl of ingredients. She had a moment to stare at him while his back was to her. As he stirred, his muscles flexed and shifted under his skin. The man was gorgeous. He had the perfect amount of muscle, and she was right about his ass; round and bite-worthy.

Without turning from his task, he said, “I'd like to see you again, Chloe. I'd like to see a lot of you.”

Without hesitation, she said, “That's a bad idea. Last night was a mistake. I'm not going to call you...well..what you made me call you last night. In fact, breakfast will be the last time we spend time together outside of work.”

He turned, grinned at her and the smile turned smug as she lifted her gaze from his ass. “That's negotiable, Chloe. Why don't we call that a soft limit for now? I won't make you call me Master until I feel you're ready for it.”

"Last night was great. I can admit that much, but we should go back to being strictly professional."

The flash of his grin told her he wasn't going to give up that easily. "That bridge is burned, Chloe. There's no crossing back over it. Besides, there's chemistry between us, and you're curious about what else I can show you."

Admittedly, she was curious. He had a point about the chemistry. Wasn't this the excitement she'd been missing, and complaining about for weeks?

She narrowed her eyes. “You won't try to slip in...that word... while torturing me and denying me an orgasm?”

“That's exactly what it means, Chloe. I have so many things to show you, so many experiences I want to share with you, and if that makes you want to run away, we can make it off limits - for now.”

Reece poured the waffle mixture skillfully into the waffle machine. The man had his own waffle maker. Barely any batter dripped out of the sides. He grabbed plates, silverware and place settings. While he set a place for them both at the bar, he was silent letting her absorb what had been said.

She had to admit last night was amazing besides that one small moment. If he promised not to manipulate her into calling him that, what did she have to lose? The sex had been truly mind-blowing. The fear, and the reason for her to run out of the apartment this morning, were based on the embarrassment of what he'd forced her to say.

It was a little scary to think about the kind of sex that would get her to drop her guard like that, and act in ways that were against her nature. Were they really against her nature? Hadn't she just been complaining about men who wouldn't take control? She shut down that train of thought forcefully.

She realized he was staring at her.

He cut up some fresh fruit and slid the plate onto the top of the bar along with a small cup of cream and syrup. As he set her breakfast on the bar, he slid into a stool next to her. They were quiet as they ate. She was lost in thought, and he glanced at her occasionally without saying a word. Understanding, perhaps, that this was an important moment, and one that would decide how they went forward. This wasn't something he could force.

She waved her fork at him. “Don't hide my clothes again.”

He nodded as a smile smoothed away the serious look he'd worn for the past ten minutes. He slipped a hand into her hair, pulling her in for a kiss. The taste of syrup, fruit and him entered her mouth. She purred softly against his lips as he tugged the sheet away from her breasts.

One finger pinched and lightly twisted her nipples, the other hand slipped to her pussy to nudge into her wetness. His finger touching her so intimately made her gasp into his mouth. His answering growl gave her goosebumps and the increased pressure of the kiss brought them both panting, gasping for air. He inserted another finger deep and rammed hard. He was rougher than last night, more insistent.

He removed his fingers from her body, grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her to her feet. The sheet fell away from her completely. He held her head back, her neck strained and back arched from the angle and grip of his hand. She made small noises in the back of her throat. Ones she didn't know she was letting escape until Reece growled low deep in his throat, and pinched her nipple hard.

“I love the sounds that you make.”

He shoved the plates to the side. Dishes went flying to the floor and shattered. Cream and fruit puddled together on the top of the bar as he bent her face-first over the it. She had to stand on her toes to bend over the edge. With a hand still gripped tight in her hair, he kept her face down unable to move.

Without any warning, his cock nestled against her entrance, and he shoved hard and deep in one thrust. He released her hair and grabbed both her arms around the elbows. He pulled hard on her arms as he thrust. It kept her immobile and allowed him to get deeper inside her.

“God, Reece. Please.”

In answer to her plea, he slammed harder into her body. Her hips hit the bar edge with the force of his thrusts. She could barely feel it but knew that later she would be marked by it. At the moment it only fueled her lust. She was so close to orgasm already. She was afraid to say anything. Afraid he would stop to make some request of her. Something she wouldn't be able to resist in her current state.

He kept pounding into her. Her fears left her as she felt him about to lose control. His thrusts were accentuated with grunts that matched her cries. Her pussy clenched around his shaft, the muscles of her stomach tightened as she started to tremble. She screamed as she came around him, and he followed behind her only moments later.

As they both lay slumped over the kitchen bar, they struggled to catch their breath. The quick, intense orgasm had stolen her alertness. She was suddenly tired. Her body felt boneless.

She whispered, “Reece. You're crushing me.”

He laughed softly, groaned as he shifted and the weight was removed from her back. “Sorry.”

He tugged her upright and guided her back to his bedroom. While they walked down the hallway, she reached out and pinched his ass. He flinched and whirled around to stare at her incredulously. She laughed softly. “I've been dying to do that.”

He scooped her up into his arms, carried her to the bed and tossed her onto it. She squealed, laughing and scrambling back from him. He snagged her leg, pulled her across the bed towards him.

With a laugh, he said, “Do you think you can get away from me so easily?”

He pounced on her, kissing her deeply.

The playful moment passed as they kissed. She brushed a light hand along his chin. He had stubble that was surprisingly soft under her fingers. He pulled back from the kiss, staring down at her with that crooked smile.

After a moment of him hovering over her, she started to flush, “What?”

He brushed her hair back from her face and whispered, “Nothing. You're beautiful but you have a problem. It's like you don't really want to be seen. Not fully.”

He tucked her beside him under the covers. Her head was nestled in the crook of his arm, one leg thrown over his as she snuggled against him.

She murmured as she started to fall asleep, “That's not true. I look at people all day, and they look at me. Tom doesn't close his eyes when we talk.”

He chuckled softly. She could feel the rumble against her ear. It was strangely appealing. She liked that she could make him laugh.

He said, “It's not the same as when I look at you.”