Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) (28 page)

“You took your punishment very well, I’m pleased and I think a different kind of pleasure would be an apt reward.” His eyes darken and his smile is deeply sensual.

“Different?” I have barely regained my senses from my first spanking and he wants to try something different.

“More intense.” He once again turns me around and bends me over his desk. I can’t stop the trembling in my legs. “I believe I said every part of you belongs to me. Let’s explore that shall we; do you trust me Bethany?”

“Yes.” I have answered this question before but I am glad he asked again, particularly now. I do trust him.

“Good, you’re going to love this, but we’ll take it slow.” His timbre is guttural and raw.

“Ok.” I’m sure I don’t sound convinced.

His fingers slide down between my cheeks and I instantly clench. “Relax baby, nice and slow.” He leans over me I feel his weight and his warmth; I feel safe and I relax. Not sure how long it will last but at that moment I am relaxed, relaxed and needy. He runs his finger the length of my folds, circling with a small amount of pressure on my clit making me jump. He glides over my opening and takes his now very slick fingers and rubs the wetness around my puckered entrance. He uses the pad of his thumb to begin to rub a circle with increasing and varying degrees of pressure. It’s really sensitive and causes a throbbing sensation deep inside; I can’t help the urge to push back. “That’s it baby push back and relax.” He slowly and gently inserts his thumb, working in a rhythm that is sending prickles all over my skin. He shifts and I can feel him position his cock where his thumbs has just been removed and I clench again.

“Fuck, sorry, involuntary response, Daniel I’m nervous, it’s going to hurt isn’t it?” He softly kisses my neck and below my ear.

“Shh baby, it will to start with but then it will feel amazing, intense and amazing, I promise. Now try and relax again and push back on to me.” I take a deep breath and exhale and push back. Ah fuck! He is way too big, a thousand prickles and an extreme feeling of fullness cause an intense flush of searing heat through my body. My teeth clench as I try and relax again as I feel Daniel rock slowly in to me. Slowly, slowly , deeper and fuller; I take shallow breaths and feel light headed. “Almost there baby, you feel so good, God you feel so good.” My body starts to welcome the invasion rather than fight it and I get a deep and sensual stirring inside, touching my very core. I am hypersensitive as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolls from the fullness I feel throughout my body. I can feel my orgasm start to build but it’s different. It is like a deep rumbling, a steady enormous climb rather than a violent peak and I begin to shake uncontrollably. I cry out and Daniel slips his hand around my waist and with the pads of his fingers gently rubs my clit and I collapse, body shaking, hips convulsing and I think that might be me screaming but the sound is muffled. Daniel holds the nape of my neck and my hip firm and pumps slowly, deeply, thrusting only a few more times before releasing his own climax, breathless but controlled. He slips from me and pulls me into his lap, holding me tight and kissing my hair.

I don’t know how long he holds me but I am woken with the sound of typing. He has me cradled in one arm on his lap as he is typing with one hand.

“You can multitask too? Are there no end to your talents Mr Stone?” My voice is heavy with sleep.

“Welcome back? You went out like a light.” He squeezes me. “But you feel so good I wanted to keep you here, would you like a shower?”

“Oh a shower sounds good, where?” He lifts me in his arms and carries me to a concealed panel. In his bathroom he undresses me and washes me, reverently with gentle hands. He kisses every inch of my body as he dries my skin and I feel adored. I fight to swallow the building emotions in my throat; his touch makes me feel alive and I tremble. I am terrified.

DESPITE MY AMENDED schedule I still managed to stay at Daniel’s apartment every night this week. I really need to develop my negotiating skills if I’m to stand a chance at ever getting my own way. We have eaten take out, I have brought food from the restaurant and I cooked on Wednesday. Joe had taught me how to make fresh pasta when I was sixteen and I made my other favourite pasta dish, ravioli with a wild mushroom stuffing and a herb butter, I even made a lemon panna cotta dessert. We fucked, we made love and we talked.

We spend the evening lying on his sumptuous sofa, I am wrapped in a silk robe and my legs are draped across Daniels lap and he is massaging my feet and I am trying my best not to squeal. I am extremely ticklish there and don’t want him to know this weakness. It’s Ok if the pressure is firm but the minute it becomes feather light, I will be scrabbling for the ceiling. I manage to contain myself and he starts to ask me questions about growing up and family. I think I keep my answers detailed enough to be interesting and factual but vague enough to not actually give too much away. The late night conversation I believe, is the reason why, Daniel woke me as I started sobbing in my sleep and now has lifted me into his arms and is crushing the breath from my chest. I am dripping with sweat and trembling. I wake up fully when he carries me into the bathroom and sits me on a warmed towel on the marble vanity unit. His large warm hands sweep my soaked hair from my face and tucks it behind my ears.

“Ok that was new.” His smile is wary, his eyes are kind and warm. “Care to share?” He starts to strip my wet silk slip I sleep in which is now translucent. He has the shower steaming and carries my trembling body into the welcome heat. Within minutes I am again dressed in one of his T-shirts, which swamps me but is warm and dry. He carries me into one of the guest rooms. I raise my eyebrow at the change of location.

“Did you see the sheets?” He laughs lightly. “I never knew the human body could hold so much fluid.” He pulls back the covers and helps me in.

“Are you staying?” I whisper. “It’s ok if you don’t . . .” but I don’t get to finish that sentence as he climbs in my side and pulls me half onto his body.

“Now, if you’ve stopped being ridiculous, would you like to talk to me?” He plants a soft kiss in my damp hair.

“No.” I can feel his glare. “No, I mean I really don’t want to but unfortunately I have to, it’s the only way I ever get back to sleep.” I let out a defeated breath.

“You have these a lot?” His obvious concern is touching.

“Used to, not so much now.” I nestle into his chest, it feels good and I sigh. “Ok the usual is just to spill the details of the dream, well nightmare but actually I think you woke me before it really started. How did you do that?” I crane my neck to see his answer.

“Hey.” He kisses my forehead. “I just felt you. Anyway, who do you usually spill to?”

“Sofs or Marco the other week.” I feel him tense. “He wasn’t quite as quick as you though. He had to come from his bedroom and that’s after I had made enough noise to wake him.” I flinch as I flashback to that nightmare. “Anyway, I don’t remember what this one was, so that’s good.” I squeeze and take a deep breath smelling his intoxicating aroma.

“You sure you don’t remember, you’re not just saying that?” He sounds doubtful but I snort.

“Believe me, if I could keep this shit to myself I would, but then I’d never sleep again, so yes I’m sure. There aren’t you glad I sleep over now?” I nudge him and he just holds me tighter.

“More so now.” He grumbles. “I definitely don’t want Marco coming to your rescue or anyone else for that matter.”

“Well that just makes you crazy.” I yawn and relax into his strong comforting hold.

“You make me crazy.” He kisses my hair and strokes his fingers up and down my body until I fall asleep.

Friday and I am working in Daniel’s office, which is more distracting than the library but better than Daniel accompanying me to the library which he threatened to do. Since my first visit, where Daniel informed me that my screams were nowhere near as muffled as I imagined, every time he wants me; he sends Colin on an errand around the building. It’s like Pavlovs dogs, Daniel tells Colin to hold calls and to visit some department and I’m dripping wet by the time he puts the phone down.

Today he was distant at lunch and his mood has deteriorated as the afternoon progresses. I feel for anyone that has a meeting with him today and I feel for our lecture group later if this continues. He is giving one of his lectures at my University this evening. I start to pack my bag.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My head snaps to look at him, his eyes glaring and his jaw clenched.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too?” I snarl back at him. He instantly softens and walks toward me; picks me up placing me on my desk and wedges himself between my legs. “I should go.” He tightens his grip before I get the chance to move.

“No you shouldn’t.” He declares firmly.

“Daniel it’s your fault.” I push against his hard chest which doesn’t give an inch, he smells so good this close. “You insist on all this time together but it’s too much and now you’re pissed so let me leave. It’s fine, I understand and it’s all right.” My chest constricts painfully at this and my hand reaches for my hair but quickly moves to his. He doesn’t need to know I’m lying.

“And you could just shut down like that, it’s that simple?” He is barely containing his temper.

“Yes Daniel, that is exactly what I could do, after all, I am a fucking robot!” I can’t do this, I can’t let him know I’m in over my head with him, in over my heart; not if he is ending it. I feel needy and pathetic but he doesn’t need to see that so I set my chin and meet his dark eyes.

“Wow you are really stubborn . . . Kiss me.” He demands and I frown, not what I was expecting and I hesitate. “Now!” He growls, soft but stern and I reach up to gently kiss the corner of his mouth. His lips are sweet and seductive. I need more and he obliges slanting his lips over mine taking control of the kiss. His tongue pushes between my lips and he tangles with mine, tasting and searching. He stops too soon and I let out a sad sigh louder than I had intended and his mouth curves to one side. “I am angry, but assuming it’s because I don’t want you; says more about you; than it does about my behaviour Bethany. Have I given you any reason to doubt how I feel about you?” I swallow hard at the openness of this conversation. He tells me he wants me all the time, shows me with his body, with his time but I haven’t thought about what that really means, I can’t. He wisely decides not to push this. “I am angry because I have an obligation that I have to fulfil and it will mean that I am unable to spend Saturday and Sunday with you and it fucking pisses me off!” He shouts the last bit and I jump at the volume.

“And tonight?” I add quietly. He has a look of panic and God it makes my heart swell. I’m so fucked. “I have a drinks thing with Sofia, I did tell you, I’m sorry.” I stroke his jaw which is ticking nicely. He has the start of afternoon stubble.

“No, you tried to hide the request and I ignored it. Shit, this is fucking great! I’m not going to see you at all then?” His irritation borders on downright fury.

“Well, you can join us for a few drinks if you like, but then I’m staying at Sofia’s for some girl time. I’ll work Saturday and can come over to you after work, after your thing. I’m at my Mum’s on Sunday anyway and then back to
normal
on Monday.” I like our normal and I flash him my warmest smile “That’s not so bad?”