Indecent Encounter: The Silverhaus Affair (41 page)

“Dena.” His voice was chastising, but that didn’t stop me from leaning forward. Suddenly, he took a step back. “Stand up.” The words were a growl.

My legs were shaky as I stood.

“Turn around.”

I did it, anticipating his reaction.

Except Arik didn’t do what I thought he would. Instead, he did something better. He used one of the belts to loop through my elbows, effectively restraining me. I could still move my hands to some extent, and if I tried, I could get free. I appreciated the thought behind it. I’d often done the same thing with the subs I met. It was a safety net of sorts. Security but also an escape if needed.

He turned me back around and took my shoulders, maneuvering me back until I was sitting on the bed again. He studied my face and I watched as several different expressions crossed his eyes.

“You want to be punished,” he said quietly.

I caught my breath. He did understand. For me, it was all about giving over that control, and that was a part of it.

He brushed a lock of hair back. “You’ll get what you need later, but for now, you’re going to suck my cock. And the better you do, the more inclined I will be to take good care of you.”

The words sent a shiver of longing through me, and again I tightened my thighs against the ache pulsing in my cunt.

His hands threaded through my short hair.

Breath hitching in anticipation, I let him tug me forward, guiding me toward his cock. Although I knew it was necessary, a part of me resented the latex barrier between us, the taste of it against my lips as I slowly took him into my mouth. A wild part of me wished that, at some point, I'd be able to find out how he tasted for real.

I slid almost halfway and then pulled back up. He tried to nudge the head deeper, but for now, this was my show. I let it fall from between my lips before taking him in again, deeper this time.

After a few more teasing movements, a harsh growl escaped him and he widened his stance, hands tightening on my hair as he began to pump against the rhythm I’d established.

I had taken a little more than half of him now, lips stretched wide around his wide shaft, the tip butting up against the back of my throat. His hand slid around to the back of my head, gripping me firmly as the other went to his cock, marking my limit.

“How much can you take?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

He pulled back enough for me to answer. I knew what my answer would mean, knew what he wanted. I wanted it too.

“I can take whatever you can give me.”

I caught a flicker of something and then his fingers tightened in my hair.

“More,” he growled, his hips surging and driving his cock in a fast pace that stole my breath.

I pushed against his hand, trying to slow things, control the pace. The need to touch him rode me hard, but when I tried to lift a hand, I couldn’t. Groaning in frustration, I scraped my teeth across the sensitive underside.

He grunted, his hips jerking. “Suck me, Dena.”

Instead, I tried to use my tongue to tease him.

He gripped my hair and pulled sharply. “Suck.”

I did.

Hard.

He yanked me back, his eyes narrowing with a heated gaze.

“You told me to do a good job.” I licked my lips and lowered my eyes to his cock. “Am I doing a good job?”

“Open that smart mouth, Dena, and I'll show you how to do a good job.”

He guided it back to my mouth and slowly slid inside. This time, the grip on my hair was so tight, I couldn’t move at all. Then a hand moved down to grip my jaw in a way that took the last of my control. Need clamored inside as he began to slowly and thoroughly fuck my mouth. The first thrust took him to the back of my throat and he held there for a long second.

“Swallow me.”

Fuck.

I nearly gagged before my throat relaxed enough to obey, but I didn't struggle. I knew I could take it. The hand in my hair tightened and I heard him mutter something in a harsh growl as he slipped down my throat. That calm composure was gone.

I intended to use the tricks I'd learned from some very experienced subs to make him completely lose it.

I swallowed, hummed, used everything I knew until I felt a shudder go through him.

At that moment, he seemed to grab some control back. Part of me hated to give it back, at least until he pulled away, caught me under the elbows, and pulled me to my feet. He bent his head and I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he pressed his lips underneath my ear, a soft gentle kiss that belied the urgency from just a few moments ago.

“I have a feeling you like to push your limits, don’t you, Dena?” he asked.

“I push the limits other people set for me,” I answered, surprised at how casual I sounded.

“Let’s see if we can expand those limits a little.”

Less than five minutes later, he'd come up with a very inventive way to use the belts. I was bent facedown over the padded, plush ottoman, still completely clothed, but also completely helpless. The utter deliciousness of it left me feeling like I might explode at any minute. But explode in a good way.

For so many months, I'd felt like a caged animal, unable to escape the restlessness inside me. But now that I was now effectively restrained, I felt freer than I had in a very long time. It might not have made sense to a lot of people, but some of us were just wired that way.

And Arik understood that.

He knelt behind me, one hand fisted in the material of my panties and I shivered as he tugged, dragging the boy shorts upward. The garment rasped over my clitoris, rubbed against the slick folds of my pussy, and the cleft between the cheeks of my ass.

I moaned as he slid his free hand over my ass, the touch light and teasing. “I think it's time to punish you. How do you want it?”

I shivered, shaking my head. My entire body was quivering with need. It felt like everything I'd had building inside me for months was coming together all at once.

“Tell me, Dena. Tell me what you need.”

I whimpered, lust clenching almost violently inside me as he spread his hand wide over my butt.

“Spank me,” I said. I was half afraid he wouldn’t do it. Half-afraid he would.

“Is that what you need?”

“Yes.” It was halfway between a demand and a plea.

“If I spank you, will you be a good girl?” He kept his hand on my ass for a few more seconds.

I didn’t even know how to respond to that question. Even though I had a deep need to have a man take control from time to time, I could never be a “good” submissive, a
good girl
. I sometimes fought the men who topped me, made them work for the submission they wanted. I never gave in completely, not the way most submissives did.

“You might be able to talk me into it,” I finally said, need making my voice shake. “But I’m never very good at being good.”

He chuckled, a dark sound that I liked...a lot.

“But I'm sure you’re excellent at being bad, aren’t you?”

Without waiting for an answer, he brought the flat of his hand down on the curve of my ass. It was a light blow, too light and I made a sound of sheer frustration. He repeated the gesture on the other side, equally as light. I moved as best as I could, trying to lift myself higher.

“Be still,” he ordered. He shoved a hand into my hair. He pulled sharply, and hot little licks of fire radiated from my scalp. I whimpered in appreciation. I didn't get off on serious pain. But I did like that.

“Be still,” he growled. “Or this stops, and you’ll go back to sucking my cock until I come. I might even stand right over there where you can see me, get myself off until I come, and you’ll just have to watch me.”

The image of him masturbating while I watched was enough to make my heart skip a beat, but his next words did it for a different reason.

“Then, I’ll order myself up a drink, and relax a bit while you stay here, and think about whether or not you’re going to obey.”

A harsh jolt went through my pussy at the thought, even as a snarl twisted my lips. I almost told him to try it.

But then he spanked me again. Harder.

Oh shit.

I didn’t move. As much as I wanted to lift myself, arch my spine, do
something
, I fought the need and put everything I had into not moving. Into obeying.

Submitting.

Arik fell into a rhythm, each swat on my ass coming with a little more force. I began to cry out, need twisting through me as moisture gathered between my thighs.

He pulled on my panties again, the material tightening almost painfully against my clit.

There was a pause, and then he leaned over me, putting his lips against my ear.

“See...you can be good, Dena, can’t you?”

The noise that came from my throat was low and wordless. But it was apparently close enough. The head of his cock prodded against me, rubbing me through the barrier of my panties. Then I felt his fingers, roughly pulling the panties to the side, exposing me. Arik’s palm came down harder on my ass, more force than I was used to, right as he drove inside me, burying himself balls deep in that single thrust

It sent me screaming into the best orgasm I’d ever had.

But it wasn't over.

Even as I was still coming, he kept moving, driving straight toward another peak, riding me hard and rough, each thrust so forceful, we would've slid across the floor if he hadn’t anchored me with one strong arm around my hips, the other fisted in my hair and arching my spine up.

“You’re right,” he spoke in my ear, his voice harsh. “You’re not very good at being good, Dena. But damn if you aren’t excellent at being bad.”

I shuddered under the impact of his thrusts, squirming and trying to find...something. I didn't know if I was looking for a release, or a reprieve, from the inexorable, dominating possession.

“Come,” he ordered. “Come for me, Dena. And maybe this time, I’ll reward you for being
bad
. Would you like that?”

I groaned in response, every nerve in my body on fire.

“That’s no answer.”

“Ye–” I could barely speak. “Yes, dammit. Make me come, you son of a bitch.”

He let go of my hair and worked a hand between me and the ottoman, unerringly seeking out my clitoris. Slow, deliberate strokes, and I was flying into another bone-melting orgasm.

I thought that first orgasm had been the best of my life. I was wrong.

D
ena wasn’t
what I would've called beautiful. She was delicate and elfin, almost cute, but I had a feeling she’d have words with any person who used that word to describe her. Or maybe cut their balls off.

She was also the most amazing woman I’d ever dominated. Drawing each small submission from her had been like winning a battle, and it had made everything that much more erotic.

She sighed into the pillow as I slid a hand down her back.

Her ass was still pink from the spanking I’d given her, drawing me. Sliding my way down her back, I pressed my lips to her skin as I went, feeling the warmth of it against my lips.

“Feeling okay?” I murmured. I was always careful with my subs, making sure they had what they needed, but this was the first time I wanted the answer not because I wanted to know if I could leave or to make sure I'd done a good job. I honestly wanted to make sure she was okay.

“Better than.” She turned her head and cracked open one eye to look at me. The pale gray gleamed almost silver in the dim light.

Having her in bed next to me did something odd to me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but instead of climbing out of the bed the way I typically did after making sure my partner was fine, I was content to lie there and stroke my hand up and down her back. We were done. It was edging up on midnight. I should go. That was how this was supposed to work. Get what I need. Give what they need. Leave.

But I could see myself staying in bed beside her for another couple of hours. For the rest of the night. Waking up in the morning and rolling her onto her back. Sliding into that tight, wet, heat. A slow and lazy wake-up call. I’d like to hear those rough, raw moans again. Feel her hips lift to mine as we took our time.

But that wasn’t how this worked. How
I
worked.

Rolling onto my back, I ran a hand through my hair, then scraped my nails down the shadow on my jaw. I was telling myself I needed to get my ass up and moving when the bed shifted. Slanting a look over at Dena, I saw her already easing out of bed, the elegant line of her back arching in a sleek curve as she stretched her arms over her head.

I watched as she got up, picked up her dress and panties, then headed into the bathroom. I wasn't entirely sure when I'd taken her clothes off of her. Probably some time after I untied her, but before I'd gone down on her. Forcing her to stay still when every muscle had been quivering with pleasure had been extremely satisfying.

When she came back into the bedroom, she was dressed. She bent over to pick up her boots, and that was when it hit me.

She was leaving first.

I couldn’t decide how I felt about that.

“Am I going to see you again?” I surprised myself by asking the question.

She slid a look at me over her shoulder as she tugged her boots on, then shrugged before answering, “I don’t know. I don't usually go to Leather and Laces. Do you know Club Privé?”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t surprised. She seemed to fit there, all sleek and elegant. She’d stood out in Leather and Laces, a highly polished diamond in a box full of cubic zirconia. “That your normal spot?”

“More often than not.”

“Maybe we’ll see each other there, then.” The idea of meeting with her again made my heart skip a beat.

She came to me then, bent over me, pressed her lips to mine in a brief, chaste kiss. “I can’t say I’d mind.”

Then she slid away, leaving without a sound.

Blowing out a breath, I flung my arm over my eyes. Somehow, I knew it would take awhile to get her out of my head.