Full Court Press (48 page)

“Well. Since our relationship sort of started with sex, and that was a big factor, I thought it’d be a good way to...try again.”

She cracked a dry laugh. “You want to fuck me to make it all up to me? Are you joking? You have the audacity to come here and say that if we have sex, it’ll be all better? You are one delusional piece of sh—”

“That’s not exactly what I meant,” he hastened to reassure her.

She looked at him suspiciously. “Okay...?”

“I wanted to do something that we’ve never done…something that I’ve never done...with you or anyone. I figured it’d be a good way for you to...believe me. To trust me.”

“What, you want to go super-dom on me? Fuck that.”

“No. You have it backwards.” He hesitated. “I...I want to...you know, the other way around.”

She shook her head. “I don’t get it.”

He sighed. “I want to...” he gulped, “...submit to you.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I want you to...you know. Do whatever you want to me. Top me.”

“Are you serious?”

He nodded.

“Why? You don’t submit to anyone.”

“I’ve never wanted to before. But now I want to. I want to try.” He handed the handcuffs and keys to her. “I brought these. I know it’s not much, but—”

Carmondy laughed.

He looked at her. “What?”

“You—” She laughed again, on the verge of getting hysterical. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“You could easily overpower me.”

“Well, yeah, that’s what the handcuffs are for.”

“So...I get to lock you up…and then what?”

“Whatever you want,” he said. “You’d be in control.”

“So I could do anything?”

He nodded.

“What if I had a collar? Would you wear it?”

He blinked. “Well, I’m not saying I’d like it. Not one hundred percent, but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? So yeah, if you had a collar, I’d wear it.”

“And if I locked it on you?”

“Again, that’s kind of the point. I don’t think you realize that... as much as I enjoyed doing this kind of stuff to you, I enjoy taking it at the same time. Just promise to let me orgasm at least once and I’m down for anything you can throw at me. I’ll even be obedient about it.” He took a deep breath. “Car, you trusted me, letting me do all that stuff to you. And now, I’m trying to show you that I trust you too. You know how hard that is for me. Hell, I’ve never trusted anyone but Anderson. I’m not any good at it. But for you, I’m willing to try.”

She fiddled with the handcuffs, trying not to let him see how much his words had affected her. She really did understand how hard this was for him, and the fact that he wanted to try this with her gave her a huge surge of hope for their future. This probably wasn’t the romantic declaration of love that most girls would need, but for them, and their somewhat unconventional relationship, this was absolutely perfect.

“Take off that jacket and T-shirt and follow me,” she commanded, coming to a decision.

He did as she asked and went with her into her bedroom, where she dropped the handcuffs on the desk and told him to wait while she disappeared into her closet.

She went to the locking cabinet and pulled out a wide leather collar she’d ordered along with some other things out of a catalogue the night the girls had come over. They’d arrived after he’d broken up with her and she’d been sure she’d never get the chance to use them.

“Where did you get that?” he asked a bit nervously.

“Does it matter?”

He shook his head.

She snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. He dropped to his knees, bowing his head. She stared down at him, at his beautiful muscular back, all that power submitting to her and felt an indescribable thrill. “Are you sure about this?” she asked softly.

“Yes...for you.”

She fingered the black leather in her hands. “I’m going to put this on you. And lock it. You don’t know where the key is or if I even have one. And you’re not going to try to stop me?”

He shook his head.

“You get off on this.”

“Yep.”

“Interesting...”

She stepped a little closer so that she was right in front of him and wrapped the collar around his neck. He gulped involuntarily as it encircled his throat and she clicked the lock in place. It wasn’t until then that she felt totally sure he was going to be able to do it.

He twitched his neck and rolled his shoulders a bit—having a collar on was obviously weird for him.

“Go ahead, touch it. Try to take it off.”

He did. The collar was wide and made out of some sort of faux-leather. It had four D-rings evenly spaced around it for fastening him to things. He found the lock in the back, built in to the collar so that to unbuckle it, the lock had to be released.

She stroked his hair. “Like it?”

He nodded.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

He did as she said while she went back into the closet and found the bed restraint system. She came back out, and he was waiting for her. The sight of him made her want to jump him right there but at the same time, she was excited to top him. At first, she’d been afraid she wouldn’t be able to do it but it was like stepping into a role. It was more natural to her than she’d thought. She liked bossing him around. She wanted to get him locked up so she could have some fun with him. If she’d thought she only liked being on the receiving end, she was very wrong.

This role was letting her do things that she would never do. It was probably the same for Beck. Since he was stepping into the role of a submissive, he could be submissive without damaging who he was.

She looked at him again. He was still waiting for her, waiting for orders.

She couldn’t help but smile as she showed him the box and used the most commanding voice she could muster. “You’re going to put these on the mattress.”

The picture on the front of the box showed two heavy-duty straps that wrapped around the mattress horizontally. A girl on her stomach was attached to them spread eagle with the provided wrist and ankle cuffs.

“Go on,” Carmondy said, holding one long strap out to him.

He took it and got to work. The strap needed to go under and around the mattress and the box spring together. This was getting more exciting by the second.

“That’s sexy, you know,” she said, watching him work.

“What?”

“That collar. It’s fucking sexy to watch you wear that thing.”

He shrugged, hesitant to admit the affect it was having on him.

He made quick work of the other strap and soon the bed was clear of all the bedding except for the sheet that fit over the mattress and the straps on top of that.

“Lay down on your stomach,” she ordered confidently.

He did as she said.

She ran a hand through his hair, petting him. “Stay here.”

She ran into the bathroom and dressed in the lingerie that he’d picked out for her: black lace bra, thong, garter and thigh-highs.

She was the picture of sex.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out when he returned.

“You like?” she asked, turning in a little circle.

“You know I do,” he muttered, twisting a bit in his restraints.

She jumped onto the bed, straddling him.

Her bare upper thighs were tight against his lower waist. The thong didn’t cover much and that was all too apparent to him as she adjusted herself on top of him.

“Have I ever told you how sexy your back is?” she asked. Her fingers ran up his neck and into his hair, pulling his hair slightly as she pulled back.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“You should know.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and he started to sit up. She grabbed the back of his neck and held him down, flattening him on his chest and pressing him into the mattress. “Nope. You stay there.”

He took a deep breath.

“What, did that hurt a bit?”

He nodded.

“Damn, I meant it to hurt a lot.” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders again, harder this time and he let out a surprised groan.

She ran her nails up his neck, into his hair again, behind his ears and then back down to his shoulders. The treatment made him shiver and shrug his shoulders.

Then she kissed his neck and ear. She scraped her teeth along his skin and bit not so lightly on his ear. She used a hand on the back of his head to push his head down, exposing the back of his neck and spine.

She kissed in the valley between his shoulders until she found a small protrusion caused by his vertebrae. Her hot tongue lathered it in one long lick before she used her teeth on it.

Her hand holding his head down was the only thing that kept him from arching his neck in pain. He cursed quietly while she continued down.

“Why are your muscles so big?” she murmured against his back. “I can’t reach the fun parts.” Her fingers dug into his scalp. “Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“That’s ok.” She stroked his hair now. “I’ll just have to find something else that’s tasty.”

With that, she moved onto the general expanse of his back and shoulders. She kissed along the lines of the muscle until she found a spot she liked. She didn’t warn him, just opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on the flesh.

He jerked under her and she laughed. Her hand moved down between his shoulder blades and pushed him flat on the bed again. As she kissed across his back some more, he did his best to keep his muscles relaxed, but when her lips passed over one, it automatically tensed. Soon Beck was breathing hard and finding it hard to lay still. The random bites, that were surely going to bruise, seemed to be turning him on severely. Each bite hurt, but in a good way, and she wasn’t afraid to take it one step above what he thought he could handle. Her hands were going the whole time, stroking, scratching, and digging in until they left indents.

“Hard yet?” she teased, nibbling on the upper cartilage of his ear.

She slid back down his body and her hands snaked under his waist to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

She imagined it was pretty uncomfortable just to lie on his stomach while completely hard. When she pushed her hand inside his boxers and grabbed him, he couldn’t help but cry out. He gripped the sheets tightly to keep from retaliating.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “All ready and everything.”

He tried to move against her hand but she laughed and tightened her grip, causing him to freeze.

“I don’t think so.”

All he could do was groan against the sheets.

“What was that?” she asked, leaning down.

He turned to look at her. “Plea—”

She put more weight into his lower back, which pushed his hips hard into the mattress.

He sucked in his breath and looked back down like he was supposed to. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“Not nearly as sorry as you’re going to be,” she said with a dangerous tone, lifting her weight off him. “Roll over.”

He obeyed, rolling slowly over onto his back.

She didn’t waste any time buckling his wrists into the straps before moving down his body to do the same to his ankles.

“Comfy?”

“Something like that,” he said, fidgeting in the restraints.

She patted his abs. “Don’t go anywhere.”

She went back into her closet and returned with the silver tie from the night they’d gone to his parents’ party.

“What’s that for?”

She just smiled and leaned over him, placing it over his eyes.

“Hey!” He tossed his head back and forth in an attempt to avoid being blindfolded.

She quickly wrapped the tie around his eyes twice and knotted it

He struggled against the straps and tried to dislodge the tie, but it was no use. “Wait. I...this isn’t...”

He was startled into silence when her lips came out of nowhere and clamped over his. Panicked as he was, he kissed her back. This was their first kiss since they had broken up, and it was sweeter than she’d remembered.

When she finally pulled away, he followed her lips until he couldn’t anymore.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, trailing her fingers down his chest.

“I just...I didn’t know you were going to do this. I’m not sure—”

“That you can handle it?” she cut in.

He nodded.

“I don’t think you have a choice,” she said with a laugh.

He flinched when her hand stroked his jaw.

“Jumpy?” she asked.

“Well, this is kind of...”

“Scary?” she offered.

He shrugged.

He jumped again when she slid on top of him. Her bare thighs slid along his abs, making her blissfully aware of how much she’d missed him. Her lips landed on his jaw where her hand had been. She began kissing, sucking and licking her way down his throat, letting her teeth scrape on the skin over his collar bone.

As her lips kissed a hot trail down his chest, her lower body slid down as well. His jeans were open and soon the only things that separated them were his boxers and the silk of her thong. She purposely slid her lower body down and then back up the length of him. He moaned and pushed his hips off the mattress but she just pressed her hips harder down on him, forcing him flat again.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Take it easy,” she whispered against the skin of his upper abs.

“What—” She was kissing down over his belly button now, her legs straddling his knees. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shhh.” She blew on his navel and he twitched.

“But...wait...” Her lips teased the skin just about the waistband of his boxers. “You can’t... you aren’t going to—”

“Give you head?”

“Yeah. You can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” she asked, tugging the waistband down just a little bit.

“You said you didn’t want to.”

“That was a while ago. I got some tips.”

“But you can’t...not now.”

“Why not?” she teased.

“Because I’m—”

“Tied up?”

“Well, yeah.” He shifted his hips on the mattress when she nibbled on the skin just below his belly button.

“Look, I got some tips from Kendall and I intend on trying them out. I don’t have a very good gag reflex so I think I can handle it. You think you can stop me or something?”

“I—” He didn’t have an answer. Of course he couldn’t stop her.