An Expert in Domination (11 page)

His thigh pressed between her legs, and she bent her knees to grind against it.
I’m getting enough oxygen. Even if it’s only just barely.
The leather felt cool and a little rough against her pussy. He rocked his leg, adding to the friction.

He let go of her wrists but not her throat. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight. He locked his gaze on hers and withdrew his leg. She groaned in frustration.

Then he plunged his fingers inside her pussy. His thumb brushed her clit. His fingers curled expertly to find her G-spot. Somehow she found herself pressing her throat against his hand, wanting more. And then all the tension that had built up suddenly let go as she shuddered. She didn’t have the breath to scream, but it didn’t stop her from moaning as she came.

“Beautiful,” he said. “The first of many.”

“More? Now?” she asked.

“Not quite.” He waited until the spasms subsided, and then he withdrew his hands from both her pussy and her throat. He grabbed the rope from each wrist in one hand and forced her across the room. It was a simple room, with a bed and a desk and a metal frame with a suitcase on top of it.

He pushed her onto the bed, and in moments had tied her wrists to two corners of it. She was too busy catching her breath to resist, but she wouldn’t have wanted to anyway. He grinned at her. “Time to play with your nipples,” he said. He wasn’t asking, but maybe he was giving her an opportunity to object.

If I was in my right mind, I’d say no. He plays rough, and they’re sensitive.
“Yes, Colby. Please.”
He’ll make it pleasurable somehow, like he did before. And I want to see how much I can take for him.

“Good answer.” He straddled her on the bed, rendering the fact that her legs were free irrelevant. Through the leather she could feel his hard cock against her pubic bone. He reached out to stroke her nipples gently. His right hand was slippery with her juices, and the left was dry and rough. She wasn’t fooled by his tenderness. He wouldn’t have warned her if he didn’t intend something sadistic.

Gradually, he increased the intensity, pinching firmly. The aching in her pussy increased, making her want the release of coming again. She was aware of his gaze on her as she tried to take it stoically and failed. She thought he might let up when he saw her expression of pain, but he smiled. And somehow that smile made it better, freeing her to feel everything without worrying. His smile let her express her pain without thinking it would put her in control.

He lightly touched her vulva. She yearned for him to penetrate her or rub her clit, but instead he touched her with soft, gentle strokes that heightened the tension without granting her release. Like the pinching of her nipples, his touch walked the line between pain and pleasure.

He stretched forward, reaching to the suitcase behind the bed, and pulled out a chain with two clamps at each end.

Uh-oh.

“Because you want my hands free for other things,” he told her with a devilish smile.

“It’s a service, really. Looking out after my well-being,” she said sarcastically.

“Exactly! Such a smart girl.”

He closed one clamp around her left nipple, and it sent a shudder all the way through her body. Then he clamped the other. Even though the clamps had rubber tips, they felt more like teeth biting into her nipple than like fingers.

“Please make me come,” she said. “Please.” Maybe wearing the clamps would earn her another orgasm.

“Soon. When
I
choose.”

He slapped her breast. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to send the chain wobbling and refresh the pain the clamps caused. He watched her closely as he did it again on the other side. He traced the lips of her pussy, and at last paid some attention to her clit. But not enough. She wasn’t sure if it was his touch, his slaps, or the combination of both that were making her hornier and hornier, but she was desperate for release.

I can live without an orgasm.
But it sure didn’t feel like it. She arched her back to push her clit into his hand, but he simply withdrew it and began again only once she was still. There was nothing she could do. She was powerless. That in and of itself was an aphrodisiac, as if she needed anything more to feed her desire. The sight of his swollen cock beneath the leather didn’t help either, nor did the fact that she could only see it by looking past the chain that connected her nipples. The memory of his hand on her throat wasn’t a safe refuge either. But she couldn’t achieve release on her own, though if her hands were free, she thought she could get herself off in about two seconds.

“I’ll let you come if you say the magic word,” he said.

“What’s the magic word?”

“You used it earlier.”

She thought back and then realized what he meant. “Please, Colby. Please make me come.”

He smiled. “Good girl.” He slid his fingers across her clit with just the right amount of pressure, as if he already knew her body intimately. Or maybe any pressure would have been right. “Come for me.”

And she did, ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Her toes curled. She pulled at her bonds, but they held her fast. Everything seemed to turn white for a moment, and she screamed. Tremor after tremor shook her, and as she felt the aftershocks, she imagined she heard music playing in the background, as if her orgasm had caused the heavenly choirs to open in song.

He removed his fingers from her, looking regretful, and pulled her phone out of his pocket with his other hand. “Do you need to get that?” he asked.

“Oh shit. Yes.”

He hit answer and held the phone up to her. She hoped it was nothing serious.
But they wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important.

I hope it’s not obvious what I was just doing either.
“Hi,” she said, trying to sound casual, even though she was tied up and an incredibly sexy man was holding her phone to her ear. “What’s up?”

“Hi, sweetie,” said her mom, sounding like she was trying to be casual too, and failing. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need you to come home. They just took your dad to the hospital, and I’ll take Jack and Lana with me, but I’m going to need you to take them back.”

She felt a little guilty she was relieved her kids were okay, but her concern was genuine. “Is he okay?”
Stupid question. He’s going to the hospital. And “they” took him. Must mean an ambulance.

“I don’t know yet, sweetie. They took him to Holy Cross, and I’m sure he’ll get good care. Please drive safely. I’ll be okay with the kids, but I’m concerned they need to be distracted from all this more than I can do right now.”

“What happened to him?”

“He felt weak, and had a sharp pain in his chest. That’s all I know right now.”

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you, Sophia.”

She looked at Colby and nodded at him to get him to hang up for her, but her mother hung up first. He didn’t need to be told to release her, though. He went to work on her cuffs. “Everything okay?”

“Dad’s in the hospital.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I have to go. Now.”

“I’ll drive you.”

She reached up and unclipped a clamp. “Yeow!”

“They hurt worse coming off than they do going on.”

That was an understatement. “Now you tell me.”

“Has to be done, though,” he said and then straddled her to work on the other cuff.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be. Life happens.”

“I live sixty miles away. And even if you drove me, my car would be stuck here.”

“Then I’ll drive you in your car.”

“How will you get back?”

“I’d bet Dylan would come get me or find someone who will. I’ll figure out something. You’re not going to drive yourself, with all that stress and worry. It’s not safe.” He got off and handed her bra to her.

“And if it was you and your dad? Would I be driving you?” She put it on.

He shook his head. “My dad’s been dead for five years. And no, you wouldn’t be. I’m used to operating under that kind of stress. Occupational hazard.”

“Well, Mr. Occupational Hazard, I’m perfectly capable of driving myself.” She grabbed her dress.

“Could be. I’m not capable of letting you, so that’s that. Besides, I have your key.” He held it up.

She stared at him for a moment and then shrugged. “I don’t have time for this. Let’s go.” She didn’t know whether to be flattered by his concern or pissed off at him, but she supposed neither would do her any good. He was going to be out of her life in an hour, and being angry never solved anything. “Bloody Dom.” She headed for the hallway.

“Yep.” He grabbed a shirt and followed after her.

He called Dylan from the car and got a call back within five minutes, saying he’d found someone to come fetch him. Sophia couldn’t help but wonder if it was one of the women who had stared at him as he walked through the dungeon with her. And what he might do with that woman now that Sophia was out of the picture. She gritted her teeth and tried to pretend she didn’t care.

“So,” Sophia said, to talk about anything else, “you said you’re a lawyer? And used to be a cop? Why’d you change, the money?”

He shook his head. “I loved being a cop. And I live pretty simply for the most part, aside from a few indulgences. I still think of myself as a cop, twelve years later. But I got outed for being kinky, and stuff came up with my divorce that, well, wasn’t accurate, about the things I do. I was given a long leave of absence, and I used it to start getting a law degree. I represent mostly sexually alternative people who find that the law doesn’t give them a fair shake.”

“Kinky people? What kind of things?”

“Custody cases, often, where one parent decides to use the fact that someone is gay or transgendered or polyamorous or yeah, kinky, against them in court. Sometimes it’s someone facing workplace discrimination. Or not able to visit their partner in the hospital. Often I’m working together with another lawyer who specializes in the field. And occasionally I actually get to do some investigation, just like I did in the old days.”

They made small talk mostly on the way down. She realized it was a good thing he was driving. After the initial burst of adrenaline, she felt drained, and she suspected it was more from the sex than the stress.
Sex like that makes a girl want to take a nap afterward. Or have more. Or both. Good God, with him around, I’d never get out of bed.

He offered to come in with her once she got to the hospital, but she reluctantly turned him down. Part of her wanted to have someone like him in her life, but he wasn’t offering that. And she didn’t want to explain why she was with a hunk in leather pants to her mother or her kids. She’d learned something about herself and her desires, but that didn’t mean she wanted to share with everyone. And right now she had to concentrate on being a mom.

He got out of the car and joined her as she walked toward the main entrance. “I need your phone number,” he said.

Her heart beat a little faster. “Are you going to actually call it?”
It’s not like we’re going to have a relationship. So what’s the point? I shouldn’t get my hopes up. And anyway, I hardly know him really.
Though she felt she knew him better than some people she’d known for months.

“I will call,” he said. “Promise.”

She told him her number and then left him standing in front of the hospital. She checked on her father, who had fainted. The doctors thought it was a “mild” heart attack but were doing tests and keeping him sedated until they were sure. She made sure her mom was okay, and then she took the kids and headed back out. By the time she left, Colby was gone.
As if he never existed. I didn’t even end up getting his e-mail address.

Chapter Six

Colby separated himself from the crowd that had gathered after his morning talk. It had been on the topic of aftercare, something he felt passionate about. One of the things he always stressed was that even a light scene could be emotionally powerful, and it was important to call someone you played with the next day. He thought it was mildly ironic that the talk had delayed him from actually doing so.

Of course, if Sophia was in the hospital with her dad, she might not be able to answer.

He walked out of the dungeon, both because he didn’t want eavesdroppers and because having cell phones out in a public play area was bad etiquette. They all had cameras these days, and most people didn’t want to have their pictures taken when they were half dressed and being kinky. He of all people knew the kind of trouble that could cause. He walked a bit farther to get out of range of the smokers gathered near the entrance. He wanted to avoid the smoke, and he also didn’t want a conversation with the henna-haired vixen who’d been looking to play with him ever since he’d gotten there. Another day, she might be a lot of fun, but he wasn’t in the mood.

He’d just given a talk about the experience of “drop”—the after-scene letdown where the endorphins had worn off and only the memory remained. It was more than endorphins, of course. There were also powerful emotions. He’d even talked a little about how tops can experience drop too, but he’d never considered the possibility that
he
might. He missed Sophia. And the way their session had ended disrupted all the careful rituals with which he tried to mitigate his own separation from a sub. He hadn’t been able to properly release her. They hadn’t gotten to cuddle. At least he’d been able to take care of her by driving—if he hadn’t been able to do that for her, he figured he’d be a mess.
Because what I need for aftercare is to be able to give it to my sub.

He dialed her number and got her voice mail. He left a simple message expressing hope that her dad was better and for her to call him back. Then he called some lawyer friends of his about two of his cases, wanting to make sure all the angles were covered. He had taken one of them because it paid very well indeed, and the other because he believed in it, and it was the one that he’d be lucky to collect his fee on that his mind kept going to. A lot depended on getting the right judge for the Conway case—one who would believe that a woman could have two boyfriends and still be a good parent. He knew the men were great with the kids, and he had real doubts about the ability of the natural father to do any better.