Fearful Cravings (7 page)

“I would hope not. Tom is my assistant. And his partner might not approve of Tom looking at me the way you do.”

He squeezed her against him, “You are avoiding the subject. You're great at avoidance when the subject makes you uncomfortable. That will have to change going forward. I like open communication. It ensures there are no misunderstandings when we play, and it's the foundation of any relationship. Especially a relationship which involves bondage and pain.”

She sighed, “Is that what we're doing now? Can't we just sleep?”

His voice was tinged with amusement, “Chloe, you're going to be such a challenge. Lucky for you, I like challenges.”

Her body was relaxed, her mind was floating and his serious conversation couldn't penetrate the satisfied glow. She felt light, and as she drifted off to sleep, she thought, I forgot to call in to work.

The realization, like his serious conversation, never penetrated the haze that surrounded her. She was content, happy, and she refused to contemplate beyond the next few minutes. She had this strong, complicated man laying next to her. She'd just had an amazing orgasm. Life didn't get much better.

On that thought, she finally let go of consciousness.

Chloe ran around Reece's bedroom looking for her earrings. She was pretty sure she'd left them here last week. They had twenty minutes to be at a restaurant all the way across midtown. There was no way they were going to make it on time. She couldn't find her shoes, either. Without her shoes, they wouldn't make it at all.

Not making it to the restaurant might be okay for Reece, but not for Chloe. She was super nervous about this dinner and wanted it to be perfect. She would never admit to Reece how important it was to her, but he probably knew. He was intuitive about her to a degree that was frightening. On the other hand, she had no clue about him or what was going through his head at any given moment.

She rushed around the side of the bed, knelt on the floor and ripped the side of the duvet up. No shoes. She sprung to her feet. The living room sofa cushions. Her earrings might be there. She almost collided with Reece as he lounged in the doorway. His arms were crossed while he stared at her with an amused grin. That grin made her heart do flip flops in her chest and stopped her breathing.

Still standing in the way, blocking her exit, he said, “Where are you going?”

She walked toward him, when he didn't back up out of her way she let out a loud sigh and tried to dance past him. He wouldn't move. Unless she planned on shoving him, which could earn her a punishment for sure, she was going to have to answer his question. Her hands automatically fisted on her hips. “We're late. I'm looking for my earrings and my shoes. I can probably go without my earrings, but not shoes. Why are you standing in my way, Reece?”

“I've decided to punish you now.”

She stopped moving. She stopped breathing, too. “You...can't. Not tonight. Please, not tonight.”

“Oh, but I can, Chloe. The punishments will come when I decide. And I've decided now is the perfect time for it.”

Her face flushed with heat, and her heart hammered in her chest.

“Since you couldn't or wouldn't ask for permission before coming, I've decide to combine a punishment with some training. I suspect you were only being defiant, and do, in fact, have control over your orgasms but just in case...”

He walked over to the cabinet and fished around inside for a minute. That dreaded, yet exciting cabinet.  She suspected he was fiddling in there to increase the dramatic tension. He liked to torture her a little bit.

In a small panicky voice, she whispered, “We don't have time for this. We're already going to be late.”

“Then we'll be late, Chloe.”

His face and his tone told her that he wasn't going to be swayed by begging or pleading. They didn't have time for discussions and negotiations, and technically, she didn't know what he had planned for her yet. She waited. She'd realized the past few weeks that she had no patience, and he had all the patience in the world. So much that he must have gotten hers, too.

He twiddled a slim anal plug at her. “Remember this?” In his other hand, he held up a small egg with a wireless remote.

She pointed with a shaky hand at the butt plug, “I remember that, of course, you had me wear it last week, but the other I've never seen. What is that?”

His crooked smirk tugged at her. “This is a wireless egg.” He wiggled it. “You're going to wear this during dinner. This plug...” He shook it in her direction for show. “You're going to wear this plug in your ass.”

Her heart hammered in her chest. There was no way. Last week when she'd worn that plug, it had stretched her painfully Even with him there to play with her clit and make sure she was aroused, it was still painful. Without arousal, she didn't even want to consider the ache and the stretching. 

He held up the remote. “This will allow me to control the egg. You'll be learning to control your orgasms while stretching that ass for me. I'm going to fuck your ass soon, Chloe. I'm getting impatient.”

Hardly surprising, it had been slow going. She had to admit he was being very patient with her. Maybe too patient. It allowed her to prolong the wait. She loved the feeling of a small plug stretching her ass, but recently, he'd been increasing the size of the plugs to get her prepared for his cock. There was still too much of a size difference, and it caused her to tighten up anxiously each time he tried.

“Come on. We haven't got time for you to stand there. Go put this plug in your ass, the egg goes into your pussy.  It shouldn't be a problem to keep both snugly inserted and your panties should help. Be happy I've allowed you to wear some today.”

She rolled her eyes at that, and took the plug and egg that was handed to her.

“I'll search for your shoes. Now hurry.”

At his retreating back, she whispered, “I can't believe you're doing this tonight.”

She grabbed the lube from the beside table. She crawled on hands and knees onto the bed, knelt and with her shoulders pressed to the covers. She pulled the skirt up over her ass, shifted her panties to the side and squirted lube on her puckered hole.

Everything that Reece made her do was slightly scary, but in the end, the orgasms were so intense she thought at times that she might explode and shatter into a million pieces. With every demand, every orgasm, every new experience, she wanted more of him.

Breathing deeply, she worked hard to relax her muscles. It was easier when she was relaxed. She bit her bottom lip and slowly worked the tip of the plug into her hole. It stretched and started to burn. She breathed through it and pushed more in. The fact that she had to hurry was making it harder to relax. Her heart was racing.

Tiny, whimpering noises escaped her, she couldn't help it. Her whole body flushed as she worked the plug deep inside her. Finally, it was fully inserted. She squeezed her muscles. Her body wanted to shove the invader out of her. For a moment, she concentrated on breathing normally and to stop her clenching muscles. There was a light sheen of sweat covering her skin.

The egg was easier. She popped that into her pussy with only a small groan, and fixed her panties over the plug. The end of the plug nestled against her skin and shouldn't bother her when she sat. That thought stopped her cold. She would have to sit on this.

She moved gingerly off the bed. She smoothed her skirt assessing how she felt about the fullness. She was very aware of the plug and the egg. The burning in her ass wasn't subsiding. It made her wince as she moved. She could feel tears threatening from the pain.

Turning towards the doorway, she saw Reece for the first time. He'd been standing there watching her. Her black heeled sandals dangled from one hand. His eyes were heavy, and when his gaze moved from her ass to her face, her nipples tightened unexpectedly. The bulge in his pants was obvious.

“We could skip dinner.”

She laughed breathlessly but softly, and said, “No. You said you would meet them.”

He slipped the egg remote from the side table into his pants' pocket. He normally had some stubble on his cheeks, but he'd shaved smooth tonight. He looked incredibly handsome. It made her heart flutter. Dressed in a casual suit from his company's clothing line, he was definitely a walking advertisement.

He was dressed up and shaved smooth because they were going to meet Danica and her husband for dinner. This was the emotional equivalent of Chloe taking him to meet her parents. In fact, Danica's opinion meant more to her than her parents.

And he decided it would be a good night to punish her. The man was devious, and slightly evil. She kind of liked that about him. He was constantly surprising her, but tonight was just horribly, bad timing.

She'd worn a green and blue shift dress that came down to mid-thigh. It skimmed her body and when she moved, it hugged and caressed her in all the right places. Chloe had never had a problem with self-esteem or feeling sexy, but being with Reece made her always aware of the erogenous zones of her body. Now, she had to be aware of the toys, too.

On the way towards the front door, Reece reached into his pocket. Stopping dead in her tracks, Chloe moaned long and low. She bent at the waist slightly and whimpered as the egg vibrated inside her pussy.

“Chloe-girl, you are going to have to get better at hiding your reaction.”

She panted, gasping slightly from her hammering heart. “What setting was that on?”

“Medium. That means there's another four settings past medium that you will have to endure silently. This has a range of 60 feet, too. I'll let you figure out how far away I can be and still have control over your pleasure.”

They left Reece's apartment. She tried not to dash out the door yanking him behind her like a crazy person. He was unnaturally relaxed, and it was making her a little nuts. All the way down in the elevator and through the lobby, he remained naturally poised and calm. She was grinding her teeth. She hated to be late on most days, but this was a special night. Being late tonight was frazzling her nerves.

Outside he whistled for a cab, and only when she sat down and tried to slide over for him to get in behind her did she notice the plug again as it shifted inside her. She'd been so distracted by her nervousness that she had almost forgotten, for a moment, the presence of the plug and egg.

She gasped, closed her eyes and held back the moan that bubbled up inside her. It was a near thing though. She'd felt the moan tickling her throat. Reece gave the driver the address while leaning in to kiss Chloe's neck.

As he nibbled, paying special attention to the spot that made her weak, he whispered against her skin, “What's wrong, Chloe?”

His voice was teasing and playful. He was definitely enjoying her punishment. The delight he was experiencing eluded her so far. The plug was achingly uncomfortable when she didn't move but when she moved, it shifted and burned and stretched. It made her want to scream, but she couldn't even whimper. The thinness inside her allowed the two toys to interact in a way that had her wiggling uncomfortably on the cab's seat.

He laughed softly and nipped at her neck with his teeth. She closed her eyes. She loved when he did that. She jumped when suddenly she felt a vibrating inside her.

Her eyes widened and filled with panic; she pleaded with him. “Oh god, Reece. What are you doing? You can't do that in front of Danica and her husband. You can't, please.”

His voice was firm. Not swayed at all by her pleas. “I can, and I will. You'll have to learn to control your orgasm one way or another. And this is perfect.”

He slipped an insistent hand under her dress. She parted her trembling thighs slightly allowing him to touch her as he pleased. He didn't dive right in, but barely pressed a finger to her clit. Her panties were a barrier for his hands. She was grateful for it. Who knows what he would do with unrestricted access. The slickness of the silk let him skim over her clit softly, barely touching it. What she felt was hardly the lick of body heat from his fingers, but her whole body was sensitized tonight. Not just tonight, in fact, but it had built the past few weeks they'd been together.

The cab driver eyed her suddenly in the rear view mirror.

Reece chuckled against her skin. “You're being very loud, Chloe. That won't be good when we're in the restaurant.”

“I can't do this. I have to take them out. How will I have an intelligent conversation? Danica knows me. She'll know! And I'll know she knows. It's going to be so awkward.”

“If you even consider taking them out, you'll be in for even worse punishment. We had an agreement, Chloe. You're welcome to back out at any time, but until you do, you're to follow my commands, my training. That includes submitting to my punishments.”

She nodded. She had agreed, and it felt like she was being challenged. He was bringing her new experiences, and so far they were things she'd loved. She wasn't ready for it to end. She also wasn't ready to examine the fact that the thought of it ending between them brought on a type of panic.

“Alright. I'll leave it in.”

“That's my girl.”