04 Screaming Orgasm (6 page)

Just like that, Elias yanked the rug out from under her. One moment she was wrapped up in the romance of his kisses, his kind words. The next she was on fire, desperate for each and every kinky touch and command.

He tapped on the inside of her ankles with his toe and she spread her legs as he lifted her tight skirt. In seconds, he had her bared to the waist, thanks to his “no panties” request.

His fingers skimmed along her slit. She was already slick. She’d gone wet the moment she spotted him in the bar. He teased her clit with the tip of one finger—the stroke more playful than serious.

“You remember your safe word?”

She nodded then recalled he couldn’t see her in the darkness. “Yes.”

He dipped one finger inside her pussy. It felt amazing. And disappointing. She was too worked up for a gentle touch. She wanted him to take her roughly against the wall. She closed her eyes and imagined how good it would feel to be fucked hard right now. Her body ached for it. For him.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, bunching the material of his dress shirt. It occurred to her she’d never seen Elias in casual clothing. He always wore well-tailored suits. Most of the time he wore a tie, though she’d noticed that accessory and the jacket were missing right now. He’d never come to the bar in jeans and a t-shirt or even a polo. She wondered what he’d look like in less formal attire.

Or nothing at all.

Thursday night he’d gotten her completely naked, while he had done nothing more than open his pants. From what she’d felt so far, she could tell he had a nice build. He belonged to a local gym and more than once they’d discussed different diets. She was forever trying to lose weight, and Elias had offered some suggested changes that might help. Then he’d end those conversations by shaking his head and bemoaning the fact that beautiful women never seemed to notice when they were already perfect.

She’d always appreciated the compliments. They soothed the insecure part of her that crept out from time to time. Elias knew when she was feeling down and never failed to raise her spirits.

“I’m going to give you a phone number to a local spa so you can make an appointment for next week.”

She frowned. “What sort of appointment?”

“For a waxing. I want you bare down here.” He tugged lightly at the hair covering her pussy.

He didn’t ask. He simply told her what he expected. Jayne felt the same warmth that had filled her Thursday reappear. He was taking over, taking care of her.

By the same token, he’d given her an out if she became frightened or overwhelmed. A safe word that, once uttered, would put the power back in her hands. She wasn’t sure she’d ever received such a beautiful gift.

“Jayne? Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes sir.”

Elias’ body stiffened. Even in the darkness, she could tell his sudden tension wasn’t based on disgust but rather desire. His erection brushed against her hip as he moved closer. “Say that again.”

She smiled. “Yes sir.”

“Thirty minutes. We’re going to stay at Books and Brew for thirty minutes more. Then we’re leaving.”

“I can leave now if you want.” While the bar was crowded, she wasn’t sure the guilt she’d feel over leaving her friends short-handed would be enough to overpower the fact she wanted to have sex. Right now.

“No.” Elias’ hands tightened on her bare hips. “The crowd will start to thin out soon. Besides. I have something I need you to do.”

Anything.

“So eager,” he teased.

Crap. Had she said that out loud? “Sorry.”

He kissed her again. This time his lips lingered a few seconds longer, though not long enough. His voice when he spoke was deeper, sterner. “Never apologize for that, Jayne. Ever. Now…this might be cold at first.”

She started to ask what, but before she could utter a sound, his fingers returned to her pussy. This time they were covered in some sort of gel. Where had he gotten that? From his bag?

The dark room and her overactive imagination were obviously blinding her to too many of Elias’ actions. She needed to pay attention.

The cool lubrication quickly warmed up. Too much.

She gasped. “What is that?”

“It’s a heating gel. I thought you might appreciate the extra lubrication, although I have to admit, you’re already wet enough to drown a man.”

She giggled nervously. “Sorry.”

Elias sighed. “I’m going to punish you for that apology when we get to my place. I warned you.”

His words, though threatening, didn’t scare her. Instead, she wondered if he’d spank her again. She’d always been curious about the psychology behind women who craved that sort of treatment as part of the sexual experience. She’d actually done a bit of research on the subject once. She’d wanted to discuss it with Elias, but had been too embarrassed to broach the subject.

On Thursday, he’d answered all her questions regarding the act firsthand and without realizing he was doing so. It hadn’t been the pain of the act that had turned her on so much. It had been her vulnerability, her helplessness that aroused her.

“Punish?”

“There’s a difference between using pain to stimulate and using pain to correct. I told you not to apologize for being sexually excited. It’s a silly thing to be sorry for considering that’s the state I want you in. The problem is, three seconds after I told you not to do it, you did it again. I expect you to obey me. Even in the simplest of things. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She did. She’d been in the storeroom less than five minutes and she was screwing things up. She wanted to place herself in Elias’ hands, but too much of this felt out of her realm of knowledge. “I understand. And I’m trying. Honest.”

He clearly wasn’t appeased. His silence lingered too long.

“I’ll do exactly what you say. I promise.”

He cupped her cheek with his free hand, the fingers of his other still buried inside her cunt. “I know this is new to you. I need you to trust me to guide you.”

“I do.”

“Good.” His fingers left her and she instantly missed his touch. Then she heard an odd noise.

She wanted to ask him about it. However, he halted her question.

“No more talking.”

She had no doubt he’d address any concerns she had, but in quiet moments like this, she suspected he wanted her to simply feel.

He knelt, his hands stroking her calves. “Slip off your shoes.”

She toed off the flats. Though her outfit would have looked better with heels, she was too practical to don the uncomfortable things and attempt to work. She’d already spent hours on her feet today and was glad she had made the concession, opting for comfort.

Curiosity tugged at her when she felt him slip something over her feet, but she remained silent.

“These are latex panties.”

She bit her lip so as not to bark out a laugh of surprise. He’d bought her panties? Latex ones? He slowly worked them up her legs. Jayne wiggled to help him slide the tight rubber over her knees and thighs. Then something brushed her clit. Something hard.

“Elias?”

“Shh. Quiet, remember?” Then he added, “Built-in dildo.” His response was simple, to the point. Shocking.

“Oh.” Suddenly she understood the need for lubrication.

He didn’t bother to say more. Instead, he placed the head of the toy at her pussy and worked it in as he pulled the panties the rest of the way up.

The toy wasn’t overly large, but it left her feeling uncomfortably full.

She’d been without a man for nearly a year, so she wasn’t unaccustomed to the feeling of plastic between her legs. She’d acquired quite a collection of vibrators and dildos to help her while away too many lonely nights, but none felt quite like this.

Elias tugged her skirt back into place—and she realized exactly what he intended.

“I can’t work with this thing inside me.”

He was quiet for a painfully long minute. She’d disappointed him. Again.
Fuck.

Even so, she couldn’t go into the bar to serve drinks and sell books while wearing his naughty latex panties.

Could she?

Everyone would take one look at her bright red cheeks and know.

Wouldn’t they?

Finally Elias broke the silence. “You know your safe word.”

She wouldn’t say it. Hell would freeze over first. They’d agreed on five nights and she was determined to fill those with enough kinky memories to last her a lifetime.

“I’m sorry for my outburst. I’m not going to say the word. Not now. Not ever.” She tried to suck in some much-needed air. The room had grown stifling, humid. She was struggling for clarity.

“Don’t make promises you may not be able to keep. The word is there to protect you. I fully intend to push you to your limits. And then some.”

It was a serious threat yet it didn’t scare her. Instead, her pussy got even wetter.

Elias placed his hand between her legs and pushed the dildo deeper. “I’m going to enjoy watching you work with my toy inside you. My own private show. No one will know what a dirty little girl you are. No one except me. Thirty minutes, Jayne. You’ll wear it for half an hour then you’ll grab your purse, say goodbye to your friends and come home with me. I’m going to fuck you tonight. If you don’t want that, say so now and I’ll leave.”

Her fingers tightened on his arms. “Don’t leave.”

He kissed her gently on the cheek. “Only when you ask.”

His oddly phrased comment caught her unaware. They’d set a limit. He knew that. Five nights and then, God, please grant her the strength, she
would
ask him to leave.

He opened the door, flooding the dark space with light. Jayne blinked rapidly, fighting to adjust to the momentary blinding. Elias placed his hand on her waist and gently propelled her into the hallway.

Her first few steps were awkward as her body assimilated to the intrusion between her legs. The dildo rubbed against the heating gel he’d placed inside her, warming her pussy until Jayne feared an orgasm was inevitable.

She stopped just before entering the bar, seriously in danger of coming from the stimulation.

“You don’t have permission to come,” he whispered, standing close behind her.

“Please.” She hated the whine in her tone, but she wasn’t sure she could hold off the climax hovering right there, within striking distance. She wanted to turn around, walk back to the privacy of the storeroom and unleash the screaming orgasm clamoring for release.

“You won’t come tonight until it’s my cock filling you. If you give in to that orgasm, Jayne, I’ll take you back to your apartment and leave you there. Alone.”

“No.” She turned to face him and saw the truth written in his eyes. He wasn’t bluffing.

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy clench against my cock.” He grasped her hand and discreetly rubbed it against the placket of his pants. His erection was thick and hard. “You aren’t the only one suffering. I promise. Don’t fail me, Jayne. Don’t fail
us
. I want you too badly.”

She stiffened her spine and nodded. Somehow knowing he shared her agony made things better. She would do this.

For them.

“Thirty minutes,” she repeated, more to soothe herself than to clarify. Then she walked into the bar and endured the longest half hour of her life.

* * * * *

Elias watched Jayne covertly wiggling in the passenger’s seat and fought to hold back his grin. She was aching, dying to come, but his beautiful girl had managed to withhold granting herself that pleasure.

Of course, given her two-year-old-stuck-in-church-style squirming, it was obvious she was trying to find some relief from the dildo still lodged in her cunt, despite his admonitions.

At the end of the half hour, he’d risen from the chair, paid his bill and waited by the door as Jayne made her excuses to her friends. He didn’t believe any of them had been fooled by her assertion she had a headache and he’d offered to walk her home. Especially not when she’d clumsily added she was planning to sleep in and would be late to work tomorrow.

Though he wasn’t certain, he was relatively sure Stephanie had winked at him as he’d led Jayne out.

“Why didn’t you tell your friends you were coming home with me?”

She turned her attention to him. “I wasn’t sure you wanted me to say anything. After all, it’s only five nights. Well, three after tonight.”

He frowned. “And I told you, I fully intend to push for more time. Are you sure that’s the only reason you aren’t telling your friends? I got the impression there was very little the four of you didn’t share with each other.”

“I don’t usually do casual affairs, and if I’d told the girls I was coming home with you tonight, they would have assumed…”

Her words drifted away and he understood her silence.

“That I’m your boyfriend?”

She nodded. “I’ve never talked to them about my,” she paused, uncomfortably, “um, fantasies.”

“I see. You think they would disapprove?”