Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

Liv opened the door and got out before Drew drove her mad with lust. His touch and his sweet, sinful kiss had her melting. Already her body tingled with excitement, her pussy contracting in need. It would be easy to just take him in her apartment and allow him to have his way with her, but she had other plans and she had to see them through if she expected to really have his heart.

The last year had changed Drew from a happy-go-lucky guy into a man filled with regret and anger. She felt it from the very moment she met him. He wanted to hate women, all women. The baggage he was carrying hadn’t affected his sexual performance, though. It actually enhanced it. She hoped after she was finished tonight that part would stay intact. Oh, how she loved Drew’s pent-up anger when they were joined. The problem lay after sex. He was withdrawn and moody. That was the part Liv wanted to break down. The text from Regan reiterated what she already knew needed to happen.

Drew followed with a gleam in his eye. Liv hoped that he was okay with being dominated because that was getting ready to happen. She unlocked her door, and before she could fully open it Drew had his hands around her waist. His mouth kissed her neck, and she could feel his cock rub against her back. It would be so easy to just go with it and allow her body the pleasure it needed, but she couldn’t. Regan’s text was clear. “If you want more than sex with Drew…put him through the course!”

Liv couldn’t believe she had confided information of the course that Brock had put her through with Regan, but she felt so much better afterward, she had to share it with someone because it changed her so much. As for Drew, Liv was nervous about how he would take it. Likely it would bother him. It was meant to. She broke free from his hold, turned, and pushed him to the couch. “Have a seat. We have all night.”

Drew blinked his eyes in confusion and groaned. Liv winked and walked into the kitchen and returned with a beer. “Have a beer. I have something planned, so relax.” Her fingers trembled when she handed Drew the beer, and he raised a brow.

“Will I like it?” he asked with a wicked grin playing on his lips.

“I hope so!” Liv smiled back and walked toward her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Inside her room, Liv leaned back against the wall. Breaths came fast and hard. She couldn’t tell if it was just nervousness or excitement of what she was about to do. Looking up, she spied the hooks that Brock had installed into the studs years ago. That was one reason she had never moved out of the tiny hole she lived in, because it had a part of Brock in it. And besides, she’d have to explain the hooks to the manager and would likely lose her deposit. Brock was a fond memory now, a friend and lover that she had said her final good-byes to. He would want her to move on and be happy, and that’s exactly what she intended to do.

Liv hooked up the shackles to the hooks. Then she opened the leather straps to have them ready for Drew’s wrists. A shiver shook her, and she felt her panties soak in her excitement. Next she pulled out the ankle restraints and fastened them into the wall hooks on either side of the room. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it worked. Lastly she pulled a blindfold out of her drawer along with her leather bustier and G-string panties. Her hands fumbled as she dressed. Her nerves worked at her. Could she do this? She walked to the closet and reminded herself why she was going to do this.

With her thigh-high boots on, Liv reached for the box of pleasure toys on the top shelf and set them down where she could access them. Walking out of the closet, she reached for her choker and clasped it around her neck with fidgeting fingers. She needed to do her hair, makeup, and god, she had to hurry. She needed the full-out effect to get her into the mode she needed to be in.

When she was finished she looked into the mirror, and someone else looked back. Her nerves had calmed now, and desire for hard-core play filled her mind. “Okay, Drew Radcliff, game on,” she whispered.

* * * *

Drew’s eyes grew wide when Liv stepped out into the living room. Her thigh-high boots had his dick straining instantly. The bustier had her breasts pushed up. The smooth flesh invited him to taste. He swallowed hard. She was wearing a leather choker around her neck, her smooth blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and her lips were brilliant red. Dark eyeliner highlighted her eyes. They looked wild but in control. His throat had gone dry, so he took another pull off his beer. He had no words to speak, anyway. He just wanted to pillage and plunder her body that was wrapped up in black leather, exposing her best features.

“Get up,” Liv said softly, and Drew found himself complying. He loved games, and whatever kind of shit she was into was worth investigating fully.

“Now, generally I allow you to dominate because I like it…but tonight we are reversing roles. Do you understand?” Liv asked with no hint of a smile.

Drew nodded, and the crop she carried whipped his ass with a small bite, and Drew tensed. “I have rules…first, you will only speak when asked to speak, and second, I ask the questions. Do you understand so far?” Liv asked as she studied him.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m good with it,” Drew said, his excitement getting the better of him.

Liv whipped him smartly again. “’Yes’ will suffice.”

Drew straightened. “Yes.”

* * * *

Drew was willing to play along. Good, Liv thought. “Third, I’m going to give you a safe word…if it gets to where you can’t handle what I’m doing to you, use it.”

Drew interrupted, “A safe word?” He laughed. “Honey, you couldn’t hurt me if you wanted to!”

Liv used the crop again, effectively getting his attention. “I didn’t ask you a question, and you just broke my second rule.”

Drew closed his mouth. He rubbed his dick that strained in his tight jeans.

Liv wanted to throw the crop down and give him control. She wanted to hear him command her to suck his cock, and more importantly she wanted him to so she could taste him and feel his cock stretch her mouth. It would be too easy to give up the charade and feel his dick thrust hard into her cunt where she needed him the most.

Liv turned and squeezed her eyes tight and worked to clear her head. When she turned, Drew hadn’t moved. “As I was saying, I’m going to give you a safe word…use it if you need to.” She heard Drew chuckle and worked at not grinning herself. “Your safe word is ‘strawberry,’” Liv said, and she almost smiled. She knew that was one word he wouldn’t dare to use, and that was the point.

“Strawberry?” Drew chuckled, and the crop struck his ass again, and he groaned.

Apparently he was enjoying her whipping him. Fantastic. “Now, I will put a blindfold on you and take you to my room only if you agree to relinquish control and submit to me…do you submit to me, Drew?” Liv purred at his ear, goading him.

“Fuck, yeah!” Drew didn’t hesitate. Liv slipped the blindfold on and kissed his lips ever so softly. Grabbing his hand, she led him to her room. Inside, she stopped him where she wanted him to stand. She unbuttoned his shirt then pulled the tails out of his jeans. She pushed it off his shoulders, and it fell to the ground. She pulled his left arm up and wrapped the leather wrist restraint around it and locked it into place.

“Oooh, this is fucking kinky!” Drew chuckled. Liv struck his ass a little harder than before, and he winced. “Sorry,” he whispered, but she decided not to whip him for that.

Continuing on, Liv moved to his right arm and strapped it up in the leather restraint above his head. So far he looked like a
Y.
She walked around him, taking in his impressive body. Her hands teased as she walked around. Yes, he was all man, she surmised and stroked her hand across his dick that was already hard as steel. Drew moaned but kept his mouth shut. Liv knelt down and removed his boots one at a time and set them out of the way. She stood and reached for his belt and slowly unhooked it. The trembling in her fingers had returned. She took a deep breath and unbuttoned his jeans then eased the zipper down. She could tell that Drew was biting his tongue at this point. She could almost hear him tell her to suck his cock and demand that she take it all in, and feel his hands tangling tightly in her hair. She wanted that so bad but forced herself to continue on.

Next, Liv slipped her hands inside Drew’s jeans and pushed them down. When they reached the floor, she lifted his feet one at a time and removed his jeans completely. His dick tented up his boxers. He was excited,
great.
She pulled the boxers off, and his dick flung free. Her mouth sucked it hard. She couldn’t help herself. She had to taste him. Drew growled and pulled against the restraints. Her fingers explored his flesh and the ridges of his abs, around to his ass where his muscled flexed in sync with the suction of her mouth. She gave one last pull with her mouth and stepped away, causing Drew to groan from the absence of her mouth.

The final step was to wrap the leather restraints around his ankles. She scooted his legs further apart so he was spread wide and met with no resistance. Quickly she restrained both ankles before he could change his mind.

Drew started to speak but closed his mouth. He looked so sweet and innocent with his blindfold on. He licked his lips, waiting.

“Very good.” Liv purred, trying to calm her own racing nerves. Stay strong, she thought and reached for her paddle.

The paddle touched his ass gently, and he wiggled. “Now, I’m going to coax out your little demon. When I’m done, you’ll feel like a new man,” Liv said with a lusty voice. She was getting hotter while watching his perfectly toned body react to each and every little touch or word. His dick still stood erect. It looked so inviting, so wonderful.
Stay on your path, Liv
.

“Do you remember your safe word?” Liv asked. Her finger ran down his back, tracing his muscles.

Drew chuckled. “I’m not saying it, so it doesn’t matter.”

“You may want to. I’m not gentle,” Liv lied and walked around Drew and stood in front of him. Her body pressed up against his, and her lips touched his chest. “What is your safe word, Drew?”

“Strawberry,” Drew whispered.

“Very good.” Liv smiled and returned to walking around him so her voice surrounded him, never in the same spot for very long. “Tell me…why do you hate women, Drew?” Liv ordered.

Drew chuckled. “I don’t hate all women, just some.”

“Which ones do you hate, Drew?” Liv coaxed, wanting to hear him admit it.

“Why are we talking about this?” Drew asked with an irritated look on his face.

Whack!
Liv’s paddle landed squarely on his right cheek.

“Son of bitch!” Drew yelped. “What the fuck is going on here?”

“I told you, we’re going to coax out your demon,” Liv said lightly.

“I don’t need anything coaxed out of me,” Drew said but stood firm.

Drew liked it, but he wouldn’t admit it. He was the type that would find sexual play like this erotic and fun. Liv could sense his anticipation when she looked at his very erect cock.

“You can always use your safe word, Drew…if it’s too much for you,” Liv said and smiled with satisfaction, knowing he’d die before he’d say it. Yes, tough and stubborn men were very fun to play with.

“No, I don’t need a damn safe word. I’m just trying to figure out what kind of game you’re playing,” Drew said sarcastically, his mouth falling in a tight, pissed-off frown.

“Oh, I’m not playing a game, Drew…I just want to help you,” Liv explained and rubbed her hand over his reddened ass.

“Help me how?” Drew asked, and Liv came down with a hard smack on his left cheek. Drew growled but didn’t say another word.

“So, here is what I see when I look at you, Drew. I see a good man that has had to deal with a lot of shit. I know your fiancée screwed you over, but good. She made you look like a fool, and it’s made you angry,” Liv began.

* * * *

Drew just sighed and tested the restraints. This was a
what the fuck
moment for him. Yep, his dick had led him astray and into the den of some kinky psychological bullshit indeed.

“Now, tell me…how you feel about your ex. Her is name is Shay, isn’t it?” Liv asked.

“She’s a bitch, and yeah, I fucking hate her,” Drew shouted.

“Good start. Now, how do you feel about yourself? Are you angry with yourself?” Liv asked and kissed his chest softly.

“I’m not answering this shit, Liv,” Drew barked. “Now if you want to fuck, I’m game.”

Whack!
Another blow struck Drew’s ass. “Fuck!” he yelled.

“Answer me!” Liv commanded him, her voice becoming stern.

Drew’s head fell back, and he paused a moment. “Of course I’m mad at myself. I have allowed my dick to lead me…if I used my goddamned brain every once in a while I wouldn’t find my ass in so much trouble.” That was the truth of all truths.

“Yeah, I know all about your trouble. You have had the spotlight often in the news. My favorite was the one where you flipped off your dad,” she coaxed.

“I didn’t flip my father off! Those bastards caught me flipping off Damon, those worthless fucks!” Drew yelled and yanked at the restraints.

“I bet the shit hit the fan, didn’t it? Your dad must have been pretty mad, I’d say…what did he say to you?” Liv kissed his back gently.