Fearful Cravings (10 page)

“It's just my finger. Relax yourself. Concentrate on the egg and my finger on your clit.”

One hand went back to her clit while he slid a finger into her ass and distributed the lube. The noise of the tube and the coldness of more hitting her hole was a shock. She tried to talk herself down from the flinching impact of what was going to happen.

He pushed one finger deep inside her. He added another finger up to the first knuckle and wiggled to stretch her. He worked those two fingers all the way to the base while squirting more lube on them.

She bit her lip to hold in her groans. The one hand working against her clit kept her arousal at an acceptable level so she didn't feel much pain. She started to relax a little more. The feel of his fingers thrusting in and out of her tightest hole was making her shiver.

“Ready, Chloe. Remember what I told you.”

She could feel his cock nestled against her ass. She bit her lip even harder, her heart was hammering in her chest and she was more scared than she'd ever been before, but at the same time, she wanted this badly. Beyond the fact that she wanted to feel him pounding inside her tightest hole, she hoped he'd be proud of her. She'd be letting him fuck her in a place she'd never allowed anyone else. It spoke of feelings she couldn't even admit to privately, in the back of her head.

He slowly worked his cock into her ass. The intense stretching was starting to get painful. She whimpered, and in response, he growled softly.

He removed his finger from her clit and whispered, a strain in his voice as he kept himself still and unmoving. “Use your fingers on your clit, my slut. It'll hurt less the more you're aroused.”

He scooped the egg remote off the bed and turned it up.

She let out a soft hiss as she rested on her shoulder and slid one hand under herself to her clit. She was soaking wet. She gathered up her moisture and slid it around her clit to help her fingers skim just over the surface the way she liked best. Her other arm pinned under her went directly to her sensitive nipples.

He thrust slowly inside her, each thrust moved only a small amount of his cock into her ass. With the egg up to its highest setting, and her fingers on her clit in a rhythm she knew from a hundred nights of pleasuring herself, the pain in her ass was manageable.

She rocked herself back against him once then twice.

His answering groan and whisper was full of warning, “Don't do that, Chloe. I'm trying not to fuck you hard.”

“A little more. You can push in more.”

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in almost painfully. He shoved hard enough for her to have to grip the comforter to keep from skidding forward on the bed.

The pain was having a weird reaction on her arousal. Instead of working against her arousal, it was feeding into it. Every finger he dug into her hips made her moan with desire. The dragging, widening pain in her ass was contributing to her arousal. The fact that she'd been stimulated, on the edge of her orgasm most of the night was a huge factor.

She started panting, groaning and shoving back against his thrusts until he was buried deep inside her ass.

“Stop touching your clit, my slut. Don't come yet or it'll start to hurt.”

She kept her fingers on her clit, lightly tapping and caressing, but she stopped her circular motions around the outer edges that she loved so much.

He wrapped a hand into her hair and pulled her head up. She whined softly and turned to look at him. “I'm deep inside your ass, my little slut. How does it feel?”

She shivered as she heard the endearment. It felt amazing. It was creating this liquid heat inside her that was causing her to tremble.

She stared into his eyes. This intimate connection while she was at her most vulnerable. It twinged inside her in a way that she couldn't examine at this moment.

“I love it. I love you inside my ass.”

“You do, don't you? The only man who has ever been this deep inside your ass.”

She whined and tried to look away. He tightened his fingers and turned her face back to him. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see your face while I'm fucking your ass, and when you cum I want to be staring deep into your eyes. Remember to ask for permission before you do.”

He started moving inside her ass. With the help of the lube, his cock slid easily in and out of her ass, but her muscles were clenching tight around his shaft. They wanted to expel his cock, they clenched and rippled trying to shove the invader from her ass. With each clench of her muscles, he gasped or groaned.

It didn't take long for him to lose control and start thrusting deep inside her. Every forward jab of his cock shoved her. She had to hold on tighter to the comforter to keep still. She worked her clit furiously while he fucked her ass with wild abandon. Suddenly he slapped her ass hard. She cried out.

He growled, “Push back, my slut. Fuck the cock that's in your ass.”

She removed her finger from her clit reluctantly. She grabbed the comforter in both hands and used it as leverage to shove back against him. He dug into her hips tighter, more painfully, and slammed into her ass. After a few minutes, her ass started to hurt. The ache was deep as his cock dragged in and out.

Her finger flew to her clit quickly before she lost her arousal completely to the pain. She concentrated so long on her clit that the dragging, pulling pain in her ass was feeding into her arousal again. Her breath came in short pants intermingled with cries each time he thrust forward.

Breathlessly, she whispered, “P-please, can I cum? Please, I need to cum. Oh, god. Please.”

The words slipped from her lips without any conscious thought. She was going to cum whether he gave her permission or not. She desperately wanted to wait, but wasn't sure she was capable of it. His growl spoke of his own loss of control and it touched her deep within. The thought that he could lose all that tight control of himself in her body was extremely erotic.

“Cum, my little slut. Cum for your Master.”

Her heart pounded. Over the sound, she heard nothing more than the permission his voice and his tone granted her. Her body let loose of the tension that had kept her orgasm at bay. The wave gathered, she ground against her clit, and awaited the wave that would surely drown her.

When it hit, she screamed long and loud, so loudly that her throat tore and it felt like she'd lost her hearing.

From a distance, she heard Reece groan. She felt his thrusts grow erratic, and he slammed once inside her pinning her body to the bed.

After a few minutes, Chloe tried to regain her breathing but found it difficult with him laying on her back. She nudged at him.

It took a moment but he removed his sweaty body from her equally slick back. She kept her face in the pillow for a minute until he hugged her to him. He pulled her to her side so they were spooning comfortably, brushing her sweaty tangled hair away from her face and kissing her temple.

Neither of them spoke. She wasn't sure where he was mentally but she was a mass of confusion now that her arousal wasn't clouding her judgment. She must have stiffened with the thought running through her head because he tightened his hug. His strong arms gripping her.

“Stop all that thinking, Chloe. I can practically hear it.”

She laughed.

He said, “I know it's puzzling for you. There's nothing wrong with being sexually submissive, you know. There's nothing wrong with being any kind of submissive. You are enjoying the loss of control which isn't surprising for a woman who is in control all the time.”

“I'm not submissive to a man. It's not me.”

“It is you, Chloe. You might want to blame your arousal, your libido, or your body but it's mental, too. You respond to it.”

She was getting upset, but why? She made herself calm for a moment to really think about it. She had responded to his control; his commands. The orgasm she'd just had was the most intense, most emotionally-jarring orgasm she'd ever had. It probably wasn't the best time to over-analyze the situation. Especially with the glow of it still hovering around her.

“I don't want to talk about this right now.”

“Chloe, you avoid it, and that's fine, but eventually we need to have these talks. You slip further into it each time, and we should discuss what that means. You're important to me, Chloe. I don't want this to blow up on us because you refuse to face your fears.”

She turned in his arms and touched his face. His concern for her was apparent. It shone out of his face; his brow was knit with concern. It touched her to see it.

“We will eventually, but please, not right now.”

He sighed, nodded and went back to hugging her.

She relaxed into his arms again and started to drift off.

His voice was playful against her ear as they both started to fall asleep, “I fucked your ass, Chloe. You loved it.”

She shivered and smiled. She had loved it. There was something primal, something raw and exciting about being fucked in the ass. So naughty and taboo. It gave her a delicious thrill.

Over the next few weeks, Reece became a central focus in her life. She wasn't seeing anyone else. She didn't have time for anyone else. She refused to talk to Reece about what was going on, as if ignoring it would make it go away.

He started giving her tasks, things that would please him even when he wasn't around to enjoy it. She wasn't allowed to wear panties anymore unless they were holding in a plug or vibrator. The first time she'd worn a skirt with no panties to work, she was sure everyone knew. That everyone was staring at her.

Whether she talked to him about her feelings; what was going through her head, or the thrill it gave her when she did something asked of her, she felt them herself. She laid awake a lot of nights wondering about exactly what she was doing. Chloe had a problem admitting to herself how much she craved his touch. How much she craved his voice in her ear quietly insistent and demanding things from her.

When had she turned into this woman? Was it always there lingering in the background? Wasn't this what she'd been looking for with all those men she'd dragged home from the clubs? The man who would take control, take his pleasure, and take her.

Maybe. She was coming to slowly understand a bit more about herself as she allowed him to control her. Nothing she would admit to out loud. She could barely allow herself to think about it.

The Walker and Sons account was coming along nicely. They were about to wrap up the marketing campaign in a pretty bow for Reece's father. They had agreed not to tell him about their personal connection until after the work was finished. Chloe wasn't sure how her firm would react to her relationship with a client, so they kept it to themselves.

Chloe didn't think she could even define their relationship anyway. It wasn't romantic yet there were feelings there. What could she say to her boss? That Reece made her want to fall to her knees and worship his cock, and she'd crawled on the floor because he'd commanded it. She could barely admit it to herself.

The way she'd dressed at work changed a bit. Before, she'd shown a lot of cleavage and worn skirts that stopped at mid-thigh. Now, she had to buy clothes that hid her wrists since she often had marks from Reece tying her down.

Last night, he'd been particularly rough with her. There were light bruises on her hips and her ass was tender. He'd spanked her hard as he'd fucked her ass. She had a hard time sitting comfortably at work.

During a meeting with the art department over Walker and Sons' branding logo, Tom had raised an eyebrow at her. She'd shifted in her seat. Had she made a noise because of the pain? She shook her head at him. Trying to ignore the rawness of her ass, she got through the rest of the meeting but was unsure about what she'd said to her team.

On their way out of the conference room, Tom tagged along behind her. He had a large grin on his face.

Annoyed with him, and herself for showing the pain. She tried to walk faster. He kept up easily. Plus he worked right outside her office, she couldn't ignore him for long.

“What?” She said.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. Is there something wrong? You've been different lately.”

His concern might be genuine, but he was also fishing for gossip. She could see it in his grin. He was extremely loyal, and she knew she could trust him not to tell anyone else. She still couldn't bring herself to tell him outright, though. When she'd told Danica, that was different. The dominance had escalated since that night at dinner.

“Have I been different lately? Nothing's wrong.”

He smirked, rolled his eyes and when she passed him on the way to her office, he said, “When you're ready to go public with Mr. Hottie, Steven and I would love to have dinner with the two of you.”

She flushed as she closed her office door. He was an amazing assistant and a great friend. Clearly, he knew her better than she expected.

She sat gingerly behind her desk. Her ass cheeks were flaming red. She'd put a soothing lotion on them this morning before work, but she could use some more. Her cheeks were totally raw from the paddle he'd used on her last night. Remembering last night made her heart race. He'd tied her up with this soft rope. He'd been careful about tying her ankles since she wore a lot of skirts to work. He was conscious of the fact that there was no way to cover ankle rope marks. He had wound them tight around her wrists and attached them to the rope he'd coiled around her thighs. The way he'd tied the rope, it had kept her arms at her sides and widened her thighs at the same time. She'd had some abrasions on her inner thighs this morning too.

She lifted her shirt from around her wrists. The skin was abraded. She touched it gently. She was beginning to like the marks he gave her. Evidence of how hard he'd fucked her, how much he'd loved playing with her body. She liked bringing him pleasure, and he returned the favor by a thousand.

At the knock on her door, she flipped her shirt sleeve down, grabbed some papers and pretended to be working as she looked up expectantly.

Tom slipped in and whispered, “Mr. Hottie for you.” before raising his voice. “Mr. Walker, can I get you coffee or anything?”

Reece being here shouldn't have stunned her like it did. After all, he was a client.

“No, thank you, Tom. Could you see that we're not disturbed? I have some things I'd like to go over with Miss Daniels.”

Reece never stopped staring at her as he talked. His eyes never left her face. The look of hunger on his face made her shiver with fear. He had the same look, filled with arousal and lust, when he wanted to fuck her. What was he doing here?

Tom gave her a huge grin then turned back to Reece. “Of course. I'll make sure you're not bothered.”

When Tom shut the door, Reece reached back for the handle and locked it.

Her shocked whisper exploded out of her, “I know you don't think...not here. We can't.”

He stalked over to her, around her desk before she could get up. “Aw, Chloe. You have no idea what I'm doing here yet.”

She pushed her chair away from him, nervous about how close he was to her.

She laughed softly, tensely, “I know you. It's devious, evil and will cause me pain.”

He growled deep in the back of his throat. “I do love to cause you pain. And that's why I'm here. I want to see your ass.”

She blinked. “You came here to see my ass?”

He grabbed her by her hair and tilted her face up while he leaned in and brushed a kiss over her lips. He held her gaze. The intimate eye contact always hit her deep. It was like he was really trying to see as deep as possible inside her; gauging her desire, weighing her needs and emotions.

“I came here to see your ass, and to give you something.”

She shook her head quickly then winced at the pain in her scalp. “Not here, Reece. I'll lose my job if someone walks in.”

“You misunderstand, my slut. I don't plan on fucking you here. I wouldn't endanger your job. I want to see the evidence of last night. My handiwork, so to speak.”

He released her hair and stood back out of reach. “Bend over your desk and pull up your skirt so I can make sure you've followed my instructions, too.”

Just like that his words caused a surge of desire to shoot through her. From her nipples to her pussy, a twinge powerful enough to bring her to her knees had she been standing. She blew out a shaky breath that came out on the end of a moan.

He smiled, nodded at her and whispered, “Show me that you've followed directions, my slut. Even when you thought I wouldn't see, you must follow my instructions.”

She stood on shaky legs, lay across her desk with her face towards the door though she wasn't thinking about being in her office anymore, she was only concerned with that look on his face, that command in his voice that always made her respond to him on a visceral level.

Her skirt was a bit tight. She had to wiggle her hips to tug it up her thighs and over her ass. A small hiss of pain escaped her as it scraped across her raw ass.

His groan of arousal made her nipples tighten. He could turn her on without touching her. For long excruciating minutes, he stood quietly. The only sound in her office was the two of them breathing deeply.

“That is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.”

She heard rustling behind her. A sudden dash of cold against her ass had her gasping for air then moaning loudly. He gently massaged her ass cheeks, kneading them to distribute the lotion. Slowly, the pain started to ebb from her raw flesh.

“Reece, w-what is that?”

“It's a lotion with some numbing qualities. I plan on using your ass again later. I wanted to make sure you were ready for it.”

“You brought me lotion for my ass because you knew I was hurting?”

“Yes, Chloe. I can't have you in too much pain.” His voice was playful but with a touch of concern edging it. “Can't have my slut too broken to play with.”

She laughed softly but she was also absurdly touched by the gesture.

She tugged her skirt down and stood when he instructed her to get up. After a lingering kiss in which she thought he would take her right there on top of her desk, he left her office.

Tom came in and wiggled his eyebrows in an annoying way that he knew she hated. She waved him out of her office and slammed the door shut.

Later that evening, he pinned her to his desk at his home and showed her what he had wanted to do to her in her own office.

With her arms and legs spread, he used a paddle on her bright red ass. The cream from earlier removed all but the lightest of pain. She wasn't sure what magic was in that cream but she hoped he had more. Gallons of it, because her ass was on fire right now. She screamed and cried. Her tears flowed freely and soaked his work papers.

She considered yelling her safe word, screaming it at the top of her lungs, but the soaking wet pussy between her legs knew that the more he spanked her the harder he'd fuck her after. The more pleasurable they both found it when he did this.

“Why did I just spank you again, slut?”

She sniffed, her voice was scratchy and as raw from screaming as the flesh of her ass. “Because you can.”

His moan was gravelly and low, but she could hear the arousal, the ache in his words when he responded. “Because I love to spank you. I love the sound of your cries, the sting of your flesh against my palm and the heat that rises from your skin.”

His cock was between her legs. Her eager pussy was twinging with need, yet he stopped, the head of his dick nudging gently at her entrance. The tip only widening her lips. She wiggled her hips but he pulled back so less of the head was inside her. Only when she stopped wiggling did he reposition himself. The tease was intense.

She made mewling sounds that might have embarrassed her if she wasn't so far gone in her lust. When her orgasm was riding her body, she found herself saying and doing things she wouldn't normally in the cold light of day.

He fed a small amount of the head of his cock into her pussy. A tiny whine escaped her.

He said, “Do you know another reason why I spank you, my slut?”

She moaned but didn't answer. He slapped her ass hard. She screamed, flinching. When she raised her hips, his cock slipped between her lips.

He groaned but pulled his cock back out, “I spank you because it makes you pliable and needy. You'll beg for my cock after I've spanked you in a way that you don't before a spanking. Beg for my cock, slut. Right now, beg me to fuck you.”

With his cock teasing her entrance, he traced it back and forth between her lips never entering her. It skimmed past her clit causing her to cry out as a surge of arousal slammed through her. He didn't have to coerce her, tease her any further or spank her to get her to beg. She needed his cock inside her. The need was so overwhelming, she thought that she might spin off into the abyss of insanity.