Submissive Seductions (13 page)

My tongue pressed along the underside of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot I knew was there. I let my teeth scrape against his skin, upping the pain threshold a bit more. He might enjoy being in charge, but I now knew he didn’t mind a bit of bite with his pleasure.

“This is how I’ve been picturing you for weeks.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed my hair. “Every time I’d close my eyes I’d see you down there, sucking my cock, a look of bliss on your face. I love how much you let yourself go and enjoy the feeling of the moment.”

God, I wanted to reach down and play with my clit, get myself to the edge until he told me I could come. I might not even need that, the sound of his voice, the barely restrained lust enough to push me over the edge.

“I wanted to come back so many times since I left. I wanted to tie you up to that bloody cross and spank your ass until you understood. I never let anyone do that to me before. Not even Rachael. She always needed me to take charge.”

My mind was already cataloging things I wanted to do to him the next time I got to take over in the bedroom.

Gareth’s cock pulsed in my mouth as he bucked up. If I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed myself up a bit, he’d have room to be able to fuck my face. It wouldn’t take much to get him to—

“Liz, stop thinking.” He reached down and pinched my nipple.

Right. No thinking.

He gently pulled me off his cock, ignoring my whimper. I don’t think I could ever get tired of sucking him.

“Are you wearing any panties under that skirt?” There was a rough quality to his voice, something I hadn’t heard before. Something primal.

“Yes.” I could barely manage more than a whisper.

“Off. Now.”

I’d never moved that fast before in my life. Instead of tossing my panties aside, Gareth took them and draped them over his glasses. “You won’t be getting those back.”

“No?”

“I’m still deciding if I want you wearing panties ever again. I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re going to kill me, Liz.” He gave the side of my neck a squeeze. “There’s a condom in my pocket. Take it out and put it on me.”

I’d been glad I’d already done this at least once to him, because this time my hands were shaking madly. We were in public fucking in the back of a car. The real threat of getting caught was a turn-on I’d never guessed it would be. Apparently, I was a closet exhibitionist. Maybe I would be able to get up on the cross back at the club. Once I had the latex on him, I spread the lube that clung to my fingers across my pussy.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are when you’re turned on. Come here.”

Without any sort of grace or ease, he pulled me up until I was able to straddle him. It was as though we knew our time was limited, that this cocoon we’d spun around us would break and the real world would invade. I didn’t care—nothing would stop me from taking what I wanted.

And I wanted Gareth. Dominant, broken, beautiful Gareth.

Unlike the first time we’d done this, there was no hesitation in my moves. I lined myself up with him and sunk down hard on his cock. His hands found their way to my hips as he helped me find the leverage we both wanted. Fuck, there would be finger marks in my skin tomorrow from the strength of his grasp. I leaned in and sucked his earlobe into my mouth, nibbling at the sensitive skin with my teeth.

“That’s it, Liz. Your cunt is so wet and eager. You’ve wanted me to fuck you for a long time. Not that shit we did the first time. You wanted me to take charge, give you what I wanted. Be careful what you wish for, Lizzy.”

Gareth shoved one hand between us and pinched the outside top of my clit. The little bolt of pain had my pussy clamping down on his cock, forcing him even deeper. When he’d release the flesh a rush of pleasure would spark from the spot. Over and over he’d pinch and release, as he’d whisper in my ear.

“When I get you home, I’m going to cane your ass until it’s red. I’m going to bind your body with rope. You won’t be able to get away from me and what I do to you. I’m going to fuck your ass while I push a dildo into your cunt. I’ll make you scream yourself raw.”

I wrapped my arms around his head and pushed his face against the side of my throat. He spanked my ass hard three times as I drew closer to my orgasm. The momentum, the pain, being pressed so close to him, was all too much for me to handle. I sucked in a breath and bit down on his shoulder.

“Fuck, Liz.” He leaned as far back as the seat would allow.

With my orgasm still rolling through me, I wanted to chase the pleasure, pull as much as I could from it. I rolled my hips, grinding down hard on him. It was enough to push him over. He didn’t hold back his cries. The shout bounced off the widows, echoing back to me as another surge of pleasure erupted. I’m not sure how long we stayed cuddled together, shaking as we came down from our pleasure, but it was long enough for the widows to fog.

Gareth shifted me around so my head was resting comfortably against his shoulder and my legs were draped across his lap. He ran his fingers through my hair, wrapping strands around his fingers.

“Liz?”

“Hmm?”

“What you said to me the last time we did this?”

Nerves soured my stomach. “Yeah?”

“Do you still feel that way?”

I wasn’t sure what answer he was looking for, but given his earlier reaction, I didn’t think it was an escape route. “Do I think I love you?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Gareth.”

He lifted a strand of hair to his nose and breathed in the scent. “I’m really screwed up. You know that, right?”

“No more than I am.”

“Maybe that means we’ll be able to make a go of this.”

I slipped my hand beneath his shirt and played with his chest hair. “Gareth?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you really think Rachael would have liked me?”

He pushed his fingers into my hair, before taking a strand and wrapping it around his finger. “She would have loved you. In fact, I bet she would be happy knowing we were together.”

“Really?” It’s weird hoping to have the approval of someone who’s died.

“Really. And she’d expect that I’d treat you like a princess, unless you’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. “Then I better learn to behave.”

“I hope not, baby. I hope not.”

PART 3

SEDUCING THE SUBMISSIVE

CHAPTER 12

I’d always assumed that when you fall in love with someone, then you’ve pretty much secured your happily ever after. Right? I mean, that’s where all the books and movies leave the hero and heroine once they’ve fought off all the bad guys and monsters and stuff. They’d earned the right to be happy.

I’d thought Gareth and I had earned that right, too.

Four months, that’s how long we’d been a couple, and I’ve loved every second of it. It seemed I couldn’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about him. Even when I should be concentrating on my lunch and the meeting I had after, I couldn’t do it. How could I when I’d spent most of my lunch hour coming up with the best surprise for him? I crossed my legs and nudged the bag under the table with my shoe.

Besides, thinking about Gareth was far better than the alternative.

Work had been a horrible place for the past month, and I did everything I could to mentally distance myself. I’d even shifted my lunch break to later in the day so I wouldn’t have to listen to all the rampant speculation and negativity about what had happened. The lunch room wasn’t that big, so it wasn’t like there was a corner I could go hide in. Not to mention I had quite a few work friends here who loved to chat whenever the opportunity arose. These days there was only the one topic. I’d spent the last two years working at Schultz Associates as a community outreach specialist. It was pretty much my professional dream job come true. I got to work with charities on special events, getting them corporate dollars and prize donations to assist in their causes. I felt great about what I did, and the company had an awesome corporate image.

That was until our VP of Sales, Simon Caldwell, got arrested. Internally, management hadn’t said much to us other than:
They were aware of the situation and would let the courts and due process handle matters . . .
blah blah blah. They didn’t have a clue about what to say or how to react. So everything stayed quiet until we got some details.

Oh boy, did we ever get details.

It’s amazing how fast the phone stops ringing when a prominent player in your company is accused of sexual assault of multiple women.

Caldwell had claimed that everything had been a misunderstanding. He was into BDSM and this was nothing more than his love of rough sex. The women who’d accused him knew upfront what he liked. Experts were brought on the newscasts to discuss the case, the psychology behind kink....

It was a lot to take in.

I’d tried to talk to Gareth about it a bit when the story first broke, but he grew quiet and refused to get into it. We kept doing our thing, but I couldn’t stop my brain from latching on to what was being said.

Connie suggested I get my mind off things by going shopping. The plain gray bag hiding on the floor by my feet held a new flogger that I was hoping I could convince Gareth to use on me tomorrow night. Not that it would take much in the way of convincing. My trip to the sex store had taken me a bit longer than I’d anticipated, which left me only a few minutes to scarf down my leftover chicken and rice from the restaurant Gareth had taken me to a few nights earlier. He’d flirted with me the entire night, teasing me about what he was going to do when we got back to his place. We hadn’t finished our meal in our rush to get out of there, hence my leftovers.

I wanted to focus on my lunch, because damn this stuff was awesome, but I couldn’t. No, my head was in the gutter picturing how things would go when I showed Gareth my gift for him.

With every bite I let my imagination run, knowing just how his eyes would gleam when I handed him the flogger. The way he’d try to keep his face devoid of emotion, but would fail and smirk as I would beg him to use it on me. The way his eyes would light up when I’d slip in a soft
Sir
and drop slowly to my knees.

Oh yeah. It was going to be a good night.

I was lost in a particularly wonderful mental picture when three ladies from the accounting department came in and took up residence at one of the empty tables near me. They were all named Donna, which was weird in itself. Normally, it took little effort to ignore their magpie chatter. Numbers, accounts, and approvals wasn’t my thing. But with one sentence, they grabbed my attention in an iron grasp.

“I think anyone who lets a man tie them up in the bedroom is a freak.”

My mouth fell open and my fork stopped halfway to my lips. When I regained my composure, I shoved my food into my mouth and swallowed without tasting. I peeked down at the bag containing my purchase and pushed it a bit deeper beneath the table.

Donna One slammed the microwave door shut. “I’m sorry, getting tied up and beaten is abuse. Any idiot should know that.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know what he said to them to get them in there. I mean, they’re saying he was abusive, but only after they’d agreed to have sex. He choked one woman until she almost passed out.” Donna Two took a sandwich out of her lunch bag. “You met Caldwell. Dude was hot. I can see why women would go out with him, but not let him do shit like that.”

Donna Three was a reed-thin woman who never seemed to eat. She slugged back her coffee. “Kinky sex with him would be interesting. You’ve read those books. And I’m pretty sure you like them.” She giggled. I did my best not to roll my eyes. Gareth read one page of one of Connie’s favorite erotic books and threw it in the garbage.
That’s where it belongs.

Personally, I kind of liked them.

Donna One snorted. “No, that was abuse. It’s all wrong. There’ve been studies done on this stuff. People who are into that BDSM have been abused as kids. They don’t know any better.”

Donna Two shook her sandwich at Donna One. “I don’t buy that. They can’t all be abused. And I know of people who don’t like sex at all because of childhood trauma.”

Donna One crossed her arms and stared at her friend. “Fine, I wasn’t sure on that one either. Still, can you imagine what kind of person wants that kind of relationship? Low self-esteem or some such shit. Can’t make their own decisions so they hook up with a guy who gets off on telling them what to do. I don’t know. It’s certainly not normal. I don’t understand it. I never did.”

Donna Three tossed her empty coffee cup into the garbage can. “It’s not the people who get off on the pain that you need to worry about. That’s their business. It’s the sick bastards like Caldwell who are the problem. They’re beating those poor women. I mean, it shouldn’t matter what the women liked. If he went too far, then it was too far. End of story.”

At some point during their tirade, I’d lost my appetite. The Donnas continued to talk about Caldwell and the women, but I wasn’t listening.

Sure, I wasn’t the type to take charge of a situation. Even when I’d spent the night with Gareth and took over for his little training session, it wasn’t natural for me. Not that I’d minded it, but I took far more pleasure when he was the one with the flogger in hand.

Was there something wrong with me for enjoying what we did together?

I’d never questioned it before. Yeah, I knew it wasn’t everyone’s thing, but after having spent some time at the Tail Whip and seeing firsthand Connie and Stephen’s relationship, the whole lifestyle didn’t seem weird to me. They loved each other. Hell, they’d finally set their wedding date and were already talking about having kids. You couldn’t get any more normal than that.

And the idea that Gareth might be a sociopath? Or Stephen? No way.

I packed up my lunch and tried to shove my purchase in my lunch bag before getting up to leave. Of course it didn’t fit.

“Hey, Liz! It’s Liz, right?” Donna Three waved at me.

Fuck.

I smiled and pulled my lunch bag a bit closer to my body. “Hey.”

Donna Three smiled. “What do you think about the Caldwell thing?”

You really don’t want to know.
“I don’t know. I’m sure we’ll get more information from management.”

Donna Two snorted. “Yeah right. They didn’t even tell us before they had layoffs two years ago. I found out in the news right after they let part of the team go.”

“I can tell you this,” Donna One said as she dug into her lunch. “They’ll be keeping a closer eye on all of us. God help anyone who is looking for a promotion. Justin in HR told me that they have him on social media duty.”

My stomach turned and a tremor raced through me. “Pardon?”

“Yeah, they have him checking out Facebook and Instagram and stuff for anyone who they’re hiring. He said they can’t afford to have another PR fight on top of this one, so if anyone has anything even remotely off-color posted, it will be an instant black mark.”

“I applied for a team lead role last month.” Oh, shit. I wanted to puke. I didn’t have anything bad on my Facebook page, did I? God, I couldn’t even remember what groups I was a part of anymore.

The trio giggled.

“You might want to go home and check that out. Though you don’t strike me as a person who’d post drunken nudes or weird sex stuff.” Donna One winked at me.

Double fuck.

“What’s in the bag?” Donna Three piped up. “Did you go shopping? God, I’ve been meaning to head across the street and check out the sale at The Bay.”

And I was out of there. “Sorry, ladies, I have to get back.”

I didn’t bother to wait for them to say anything else before I bolted from the lunch room. The hidden flogger became a giant screaming siren in my mind. Why the hell did I have to go out and buy something like this and bring it into the office? Though I didn’t have a car to leave it in, and sure no one could see it, but the fact that I had a sex toy in the office, a place where one of the VPs had been accused of sex crimes . . .

Stupid idiot!

Looking around to make sure no one was close, I took the bag with the flogger out and shoved it into my purse. Oh good, that worked. To make double sure no one would see it, I positioned my wallet above it before zipping my purse closed. I then shoved my purse into the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet.

It was only then that I was able to breathe.

The next order of business—double-checking my social media accounts. Not that I had put anything to do with BDSM online, but God only knew how sensitive the company would be about things. The fact that they had Justin checking online presences was enough to freak me out.

This was crazy. When had life gotten so tense? Things were supposed to be better now that Gareth and I had found one another.

Right then, I wanted nothing more than to call him, see him, wrap myself in his arms and let him distract me. We weren’t planning on getting together until tomorrow night, but I didn’t think I could wait that long. Not after everything that had been going on today.

Perhaps it was time for me to pay the professor a visit. He could use more surprises in his life. And I have a wonderful present to give him. With a smile fixed on my face, I checked the bus schedule and worked out the details to check in on Gareth.

This would be fun.