Hot for Him (6 page)

“No questions!” he boomed.

“But…” Another swat landed on her arse and Elena gasped when the delayed sting registered.

“I said, no questions, understand?”

“Yes.”

“That’s yes, sir. When we are playing you are always to address me as sir, understand?”

“Yes.”

Charles swatted her again and Elena gasped out the, “Yes, sir,” that was required of her.

“Good. That’s very good, Elena.”

Her name sounded like a benediction and Elena wanted to hear him say it again and again. In fact, Charles’ tone often held a kind of reverence when he addressed her and the cadence to his voice had always made her want to melt. She didn’t know if she preferred the soft, gentle lilt or the stern, more dominant tone. Both were equally hot. Elena waited for another swat, but instead, Charles smoothed the palm of his hand over the heated globes of her arse.

“Perfection,” he murmured, so quietly, Elena wondered if he had spoken at all.

When Charles smoothed his fingers between her legs, skimming over her folds and barely touching her swollen clit, Elena whimpered and gripped the bed posts tighter, praying for an end to the exhilarating torture.

“Oh, God, please,” she moaned.

Charles chuckled. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, are you, Elena?”

“No,” she agreed quietly.

The next thwap that landed on her buttocks was made with something harder and wider. A paddle?

“No, what?” Charles asked.

“No, sir!” she all but shouted.

“That’s better.”

Elena’s entire body was beginning to shake from the sweet, stinging heat and numbness which radiated from her backside. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on all the sensations. Her nipples were so hard and hypersensitive that the soft cotton sheets rubbing against them felt almost rough and made them harden more. Her pussy was incredibly wet and felt so empty. Charles was silent behind her which made the anticipation worse. What was he going to do next? Her internal question was answered at once. The flick to her clitoris by what could only have been the riding crop was sudden and unexpected. Elena let out a high-pitched yelp as the sensations ricocheted from her clit to the rest of her body. She loosened her grip on the bedposts as her hands began to shake. Every inch of her body was suffused with heat and she could feel the sweat trickling down her shoulder blades.

“You like that, Elena?”

“Yes, sir.” Elena hated the way her voice shook, but she was powerless to prevent it.

“You want more?” Charles asked.

She was about to reply when another strike came, stealing her breath. This time it was followed by something wet and soft.

“Oh God, yes!” Elena shouted as Charles flicked his tongue over her clit then licked his way to her entrance. She tried to lift her hips to get closer, but it was a difficult thing to accomplish with her arms and feet shackled.

“Damn, you taste good,” Charles said before plunging his tongue inside her. He thrust it in and out torturously slowly before returning it the place that she craved it most. Elena’s jaw tensed when the familiar tingling sensation began and she prayed that this time, finally, Charles would let her come.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

When he spoke, his voice was commanding. “Beg me.”

Elena would have got down on her damn knees if she wasn’t chained to the bed, anything to end the torment.

“Please. Please, Sir.”

“Please what?” Charles asked before working his tongue harder on her clit.

“Please make me come!” she gasped out. Elena couldn’t stop her hips from gyrating or hold back the moan that tore from her throat as the unavoidable climax began to build. Charles did exactly what she’d asked for. Elena cried out as the exhilarating release tore through her body. The pleasure was immense. But while she was still coming, still crying out as wave after wave erupted from her core, Charles tore his mouth away and covered her body with his, bracing his arms either side of her head. Without warning he thrust his hard cock inside her, filling her so completely and so beautifully that she shouted out his name. Relief coursed through her veins as he fucked her hard and fast, drawing out her orgasm, intensifying it. Charles pressed his chest against her back pinning her to the bed and the blazing heat from his body combined with her own so that she was surprised they didn’t combust.

“That’s it, Elena,” Charles praised gutturally. “Come on my cock.”

Elena was still shuddering when Charles went wild above her. He used one hand to lift her hips as he pounded into her as deep as he could go. Elena could do nothing but hold on to the bedposts and enjoy the ride. Each time Charles drove into her felt harder and deeper and Elena was amazed to realise that she was about to come again. She threw her head back against his chest as another burst of pleasure soared through her. She was dimly aware of Charles’ movements becoming erratic. His hips had lost their rhythm and soon he tilted her head, captured her mouth and thrust his tongue inside, moving it in and out with the same passion and force with which he fucked her. He grunted as he came, soaking her insides with burst after burst of his release.

When they’d both stopped coming and had taken a few moments to get their breathing back to something resembling normal, Charles placed a tender kiss on Elena’s forehead then slipped out of her body. When he unchained her hands and feet and removed the cuffs, she turned to lie on her back just as Charles collapsed beside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. “Did I hurt you?”

Elena shook her head and rolled over to face him. “Not at all,” she said honestly. “It was amazing.”

Charles grinned, nodding in agreement. “It certainly was.”

“I thought it would be…” Elena left her sentence hanging, unsure how to explain what she was feeling and what she had been expecting.

Charles frowned. “You thought it would be what?”

“More intense, I guess. No, that’s not the right word. I thought you would be more…
hardcore
.”

The laugh that tore from Charles’ throat was loud and so completely carefree that it made Elena smile too. His eyes crinkled at the sides. It was a good look on him.

“Was I too
tame
for you? I’ll have to remember that for next time. You’re obviously more of a submissive than I first realised. Maybe you should be calling me Master instead of Sir.”

When Elena’s eyes widened and she sucked in a quick breath, Charles laughed harder. “Just what the hell did you think I was going to do to you exactly? And more to the point, why did you agree?”

Elena could feel the heat of the blush that covered her cheeks. “I just thought you’d want more,” she admitted. “To do more.”

Charles smiled at her warmly before stroking his fingers along her cheek. “Let’s get something straight and then I never want to hear it mentioned again, are we clear?”

Elena hesitated then nodded. “Okay.”

“You and I are perfect for one another. I knew it from the second I laid eyes on you and tonight confirmed that for me. I’ve just been waiting for you to come to that realisation. I don’t want
more
, because you are more than enough for me just as you are. You’ve got to quit this hang-up you have over the sex and the BDSM element to this relationship. I have no idea what you expect of it
or
me, but maybe you need to rethink your stance, hmm? Was it as terrible as you expected?”

Elena shook her head firmly. “It wasn’t terrible at all and I think you might be right. I do need to rethink my opinions.”

“I’m always right,” Charles said with a shrug.

Elena grabbed a pillow and whacked him over the head with it. “You can cut that shit out whenever you like.”

Charles chuckled. When she looked into his eyes, they were filled with nothing but amusement and affection.

“So have I convinced you yet?” he asked, his face losing every trace of humour. “That we’re a good match?”

Feeling braver, Elena trailed her fingers over the fine dusting of dark hair on his chest. She circled his nipple before moving her hand down his abdomen then lower, ghosting her fingertips over his cock which jerked at the touch. “Hmm. I’m not sure. I think I might need a little more
persuading
.”

“Is that a fact?” Charles drawled. “Then it’s a good thing we’ve got all week.” He had the sexiest, wickedest sparkle in his eyes and it made Elena shiver. Even though she was completely sated, she began to get aroused and suspected that would always be the case when she was with him. She was beginning to believe that a relationship with him could work out after all. Submitting to him had surpassed her wildest imaginings. She realised now that it had been everything she’d needed and hoped for even though she’d somehow managed to bury her desires deep within.

Chapter Eight

Charles took a bite of his almond croissant then washed it down with a swig of black coffee. He was trying to read the latest share prices in the Wall Street Journal, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Elena. She was standing at the edge of the pool with her back to him, wearing nothing but a white cotton robe, and was in the middle of a heated conversation on her cell. From what he could gather, one of her employees had fucked up a design contract and Elena was busy ripping the guy a new one.

It was sexy as hell. He bit back a moan as his cock began to harden. Listening to her authoritative tone, he loved that she was so assertive and firm when dealing with business issues, but was willing to give up that control, just for him. Images of her bent over the bed the night before, begging him to fuck her ass when he’d removed the butt plug he’d made her wear through dinner sent pleasure racing to his groin.

Unable to stop himself, he put down the newspaper, pulled open the tie of his robe and fisted his cock. Christ, he was always hard around her. The week they had spent together had been the best of his life.

“I don’t care if you have to get down on your knees and grovel to the woman for the rest of your damn life. Get it done!” Elena said hotly.

Biting his lip, Charles moved his hand up and down his cock with vigour. She’d better hurry up with that damn call because he needed to be inside her and he couldn’t wait for the privilege for much longer.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll be home tomorrow. No, Greg. I already told you I’ll only be back for a few days. I’ll be doing most of my work remotely now, from France. Well, you’ll just have to get used to it. Yes. See you tomorrow. And don’t let me down. This is a big contract.”

Charles stroked harder, thrusting his hips up. He pushed his cock through his fist, the pre-cum that was leaking lubricating the way. When Elena hung up, she growled out her frustration then turned to him. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she took in the sight of him jacking off while watching her.

“Get over here, Elena,” Charles demanded.

She came to him instantly, willingly and didn’t that make Charles want to shoot his load.

“Take off your robe,” he instructed, tugging himself harder.

Without pause, Elena undid the tie and pulled open the folds of her robe, exposing her exquisite body to him. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet.

“Now sit on me,” he directed. “Ride me.”

Elena licked her lips as she walked forward and straddled his thighs. Charles was so close to the edge, he had to grip the bottom of his cock to prevent himself from coming before he even got inside her.

“Bad day at the office, honey?” he quipped as she rested her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself. Like a homing missile, his cock found its target and slid into her hot, wet depths. Charles shuddered. That was another thing he loved about her, she was always wet for him. It didn’t hurt that they’d fucked against the wall in the shower not thirty minutes ago and the vibrator and handcuffs he’d used on her just twenty minutes before that were still sitting on her bed.

Elena grinned wickedly. “I’d rather not talk shop when your cock is inside me. It’s one hell of a mood-killer.”

Charles thrust up, seating himself deeper and Elena gasped. “Really?” he asked. “What would you like to talk about, the weather?”

Elena’s giggle turned into a moan when Charles grabbed hold of her hips and began pounding up into her, fucking her hard and fast, just how she liked it. He leant forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it before rolling the firm bud between his teeth.

“It’s going to be another hot day today by all accounts,” Charles murmured, gritting his teeth as Elena began grinding her hips, rubbing her clit against his cock as she chased her orgasm.

“Or perhaps you’d rather not talk at all, huh?” He moved his head to give her other nipple a similar treatment, tugging on it lightly with his teeth then soothing it with his tongue. He was beginning to learn which buttons to press to drive Elena wild and he’d used them as often as he could. When she began to ride him with more fervour, Charles felt his own orgasm building.

“You like my cock in you, Elena?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Charles held firm to her hips and stilled his own. When she turned confused eyes on him, he asked, “Forget something?”

She gasped. “I meant yes,
sir
.”

Charles tutted and shook his head. “It’s a little late now, isn’t it?”

Elena chewed on her bottom lip. “What are you going to do to me, sir?”

The fear and doubt that had been present in Elena’s eyes on their first night together had disappeared to be replaced by excitement and anticipation. It was torture to lift Elena off his cock when he’d been so close to coming, but she knew the rules.

“Over my lap,” he ordered.

Elena did as she’d been told, draping herself over Charles’ legs. She placed her hands on the ground to support herself and presented her pert ass to him. He needed his cock buried inside it as soon as possible and he’d always had a difficult time ignoring his body’s demands. Her ass was a thing of beauty. High, round and pert, it was crying out for the palm of his hand. Charles had to squeeze his eyes shut and count to ten, willing his erection into submission.