Making the Grade (9 page)

He understood better than she thought. “To watch
you
control
my
pleasure. My desire.”

“Yes.”

He kissed her, pleased with her honesty. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Faith hadn’t known what to expect, but Brian’s complete acceptance made her light-headed. She could tell he wasn’t lying. He didn’t mind the thought of someone watching them. Of dominating her in bed.

“What’s that look?” he asked, his large hands resting on her hips.

“Am I dreaming?”

He chuckled. “Not yet. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“A long weekend, I thought you said.”

His grin turned sly. “Yeah. That’s what I said, all right. I’ve decided I’ll be going first, since that’s part of what you want too.”

Nerves fluttered. “Okay.”

“You’re now my slave, and that means I can do anything to you. Nothing but what I want.”

She didn’t know about that. That whole safe, sane and consensual thing seemed ideal to her.

“Have you ever had anyone fuck your ass?” he asked bluntly.

She reddened. “Once a few years ago. It wasn’t that great.”

“It will be.” He took her hand and forced it under his trousers. “Hold me.”

“Okay.” She had no problem touching him. At all.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He licked his lips, a fierce look on his face. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t like. We’re going to take this nice and slow, so I can see what excites you, how to make you feel good. But you won’t tell me no. Got it?”

“But, what if—”

“Faith? Trust me.” He stood without moving. Waiting.

She’d lost the bet. She’d promised to be honest. God knew she wanted Brian with every fiber of her being, but putting herself out there like that… She stared into his eyes, wanting so badly to believe in him. If she gave herself to him and he turned on her, she didn’t know that she’d ever let anyone that close again. Somehow tonight seemed deeper than living out sexual fantasies. It was as though Brian wanted more from her than sex; he wanted
 
a personal commitment as well.

“I-I’ll try.”

He smiled. “I’m not an idiot. I know this won’t be easy. If at any time you just can’t take it anymore, you say
roses
. Consider it your safeword.”

“Oh my God. I have a safeword.” Just the thought of it excited her. She was really going to do this. “I’m your sexual slave.”

He laughed. “You’re so cute. Hmm. Let’s really get into the act. Call me Sir.”

“What will you call me?” she asked, eager and more than relieved he actually knew enough to use a safeword. Not that Faith had any experience with the Domination/submission lifestyle, but she’d read a lot of books about it.

“I’ll call you Faith. Because I don’t want any confusion about tonight. I know who I’m with. You’re not some faceless doll to me. This isn’t just about exploring dominance for me, Faith. It’s about being with you, totally being with you. So you can see the real me.”

She nodded, not sure when their relationship had progressed this deep, yet wanting nothing more than to follow through. “Yes.”

He gripped her chin, firmly, but not hard enough to hurt. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He shocked her by thrusting his hand between her legs, right over her damp panties. “You’re wet.” He smiled. “Spread your legs.”

She blinked at him. When he frowned, she immediately obeyed.

He rewarded her by untying the sides of her panties. They fell away, leaving her clad only in her corset, which was tied up in the back and clipped up the front. She wanted him to have easy access no matter which way she faced.

When he slid his fingers between her folds, she swayed and clasped his arms. He let her go, his gaze fixed to her face.

“Push my shirt off,” he ordered. He watched her with eyes of blue steel. This play might only extend to the bedroom, but it was a part of Brian that showed her more of the man behind the name.

“Yes, Sir.” She did and sighed as its absence exposed his amazing build. He had to work out, because his muscular chest couldn’t be the result of endless boardroom meetings. He had a light sprinkle of blond hair over his chest that carried down his navel and lower. She licked her lips.

“Now touch me. Everywhere. Learn my body.”

She did, stroking his arms, his chest, his neck. She followed with a kiss, then peeked up at him.

“Suck my nipples. Give me tiny bites.” She heard him hiss his appreciation. “That’s it. Show me how
you
like to be touched and kissed.” She did, and he was soon moaning under her seduction… Until he grabbed her by the hair.

She stilled, incredibly turned on by his strength.

“Naughty slave. Trying to take over.” His chest heaved, and his cock jutted from his pants as he brushed against her. “Stand up straight, and keep those legs wide.”

When he dropped to his knees, she wanted to thank the universe for finally finding her a man she actually liked being with. “Brian… Sir.”

He stared at her bare mound. “You shaved.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He said nothing more. Then his mouth was over her clit, stroking with a firm tongue while he sucked her into a heady, overwhelming orgasm in seconds.

She shattered and gripped his shoulders to keep from falling while she keened.

He eased a finger inside her. “You taste so sweet.”

“B-Brian. God.”

He kissed her once more, then stood. “Take my pants off.”

She did, bending down, still shaky, while removing them. When she would have stood again, he put a hand to her head. “No, kneel down.”

Her recent orgasm had faded, and a new thrill shook her. Obeying Brian turned out to be as invigorating as she’d imagined. She felt his power, yet when she pleased him, she seemed to have the upper hand.

“We should have had this discussion before. Are you on birth control?” he asked.

“Yes.” She knew what she was agreeing to by admitting that.

“Thank God. I know you’re clean. You aren’t the type to not be careful.”

“Yes.”

“Neither am I. I always use protection, and I’m fanatical about my health. But I don’t want a condom with you. I want to fill you up, everywhere.”

She had a hard time breathing, her heart threatening to race out of her chest.

“Suck me, Faith. Put those shiny lips around my cock and swallow my come.”

She moaned as she took him between her lips and tasted him. His excitement was a palpable thing. She felt so feminine, so desired, as she learned what he liked. She took as much of him as she could before gagging, and he immediately eased.

“Breathe through your nose. I want to hit the back of your throat,” he growled. “Ease me, Faith.”

She wanted to, so badly. He took his time, and from the way he shook, she knew he wanted to fuck her hard. But he moved in slow increments, until she had the whole of him in her mouth, sliding between her lips.

“Yeah, more. I need to come, baby. Take your master. That’s it.”

She tightened her lips around him and stroked his thighs, then cupped his balls.

“Swallow me. Fuck. I’m coming, Faith.” He swore again and jerked as he flooded her mouth with seed.

She swallowed him, taking control while he was helpless to stem his orgasm. Once she’d swallowed every drop, she released him from her mouth.

“A bit more,” he rasped and held himself to her lips.

She saw the drop clinging to his slit and licked him dry, delighted with his shudder and the way he moaned her name.

“Faith. Faith.” He stroked her hair, then tugged her to her feet. “What a good little slave you are.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled. “On the bed with you. Now that we’re warmed up, time to really get started.”

Chapter Seven

Brian massaged Faith into a state of languid pleasure. Now fully naked and chained to the bed, she lay spread-eagled, oiled up and his for the taking.

The power exchange he’d never satisfactorily achieved with his previous lovers settled into him with Faith as if they’d been born to be together.

He’d already been halfway to falling for her before tonight, but this sharing of more than bodies broke his resolve to maintain any distance from her at all.

He’d come so hard between her lips. Tasting her, feeling her explode under his control, had been a dream come true.

“Tell me what you feel,” he murmured.

She blinked at him through shuttered lids. “I feel boneless.”

He smiled. “Good. And emotionally?”

She licked her lips, and not wanting her to get dehydrated, he lifted her head from the pillow and let her sip from the ice-cold water he’d fetched her.

“Thanks…Sir.”

He loved that she stayed in the role, treating it as real and not just something to play at.

“I feel good. Really good. Protected.” She sounded surprised.

“Cared for,” he added, and stroked her throat and chest, paying attention to her stiff nipples and heavy breasts. She had the perfect build he lusted after, and he couldn’t give her breasts enough attention.

She squirmed, tugging on her wrists tied to the bed. The soft cuffs wouldn’t hurt but were strong enough to restrain her. “That feels so good.”

“Yes, it does.” He straddled her, his cock lying against her belly. Erect, as he had been since he’d started the massage, he did nothing to relieve himself, wanting to come inside her this time.

“You’re big.” She gazed down her body at him. “So thick.”

“Did you like swallowing me? Be honest.”

She nodded. “You stretched my mouth, and my jaw kind of ached. But going down on you was so hot. Made me so wet.” She moaned. “I loved swallowing you. I want to do it again.”

“You will.” Of that he had no doubt. “But first I need to fuck the stubborn out of you.”

“What?” Her eyes widened.

“You haven’t been calling me
Sir
. And you haven’t told me how you really feel. More than protected and good, I think. The truth, Faith.”

“But I—”

“The truth.” He gripped her throat. He didn’t hurt her, but his mark was unmistakable. Her nipples grew tighter, her pupils dilated and her breathing grew faster. “Yeah, you like that.”

“I do. I like everything about tonight,” she confessed. “It kind of scares me.”

He didn’t remove his hand. “Why?”

Living in the moment, so enraptured with Brian and his masterful presence, Faith answered, “Because I’m afraid this won’t last…Sir.”

He kissed her, the possessive claiming breaking through the walls guarding her heart. “This might seem like harmless play, Faith. But it means something to me. I don’t do this with just anyone. Hell, with no one for longer than I can remember.”

She watched him.

“You do something to me.” He stroked her neck, petting her while he rubbed against her belly with that mouthwatering erection. “I want to be with you. Outside this room. All the time.”

She had no idea what to say to that. Because she wanted it too. Maybe too much. “I—”

“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. In fact, don’t tell me anything. Not now. I just want you to know this isn’t casual for me.” He leaned down to kiss her, his hands sliding over her slick skin as he roused her to climax once more and left her hanging when he eased back.

“No, Sir.
Please
.”

“Easy, Faith. We’ve played with our fantasies, and it’s been amazing. You’re a wonderful slave, if a bit bratty.”

She gave him a mock frown, and he laughed.

“Yeah, there’s that fire I love. But we haven’t gotten to the last part of your fantasy yet. The part where you like to be watched.”

She blinked, shocked he meant to go through with that so soon. “Is there a camera in here or something?”

“No. I like my privacy. I thought I’d bring you something you can’t get yourself.”

Not sure what he meant, she watched in simultaneous horror and exhilaration when he left her side and made a phone call. A few moments later, he opened the door to allow
another man
to enter.

She couldn’t see the stranger in the shadow, because only the fireplace and a few candles lit the interior of the room. The man moved back, resting in the corner of the room, in the darkness. Just knowing someone else witnessed her splayed out on the bed, naked and wet with arousal, gave the night a surreal, fantastic edge. God, Brian hadn’t been kidding. He meant to give her whatever she wanted.

“Our friend is here to watch you. To see if you can give me what I need.”

She licked her lips. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Christ, that’s hot,” Brian’s friend said in a low voice.

“But let’s make this really interesting.”

“Sir?” Any worry her identity or reputation might be smirched by the stranger had gone out the window the moment she’d let Brian dominate her. She had complete trust he wouldn’t do anything to ruin her name, or his. But this man, who was he?