Purely Professional (11 page)

She looked at him, heart beating faster, then back forward. This felt so different in daytime than it had in her bedroom by candlelight. She felt the fabric of the shirt against her sensitive nipples and gave them each a squeeze, gasping as she felt the pleasure race through her.

“Keep doing it. Tell me how it makes you feel.”

The vibrator was beginning to make her squirm despite her effort to resist. “It’s…hot. I feel like…I don’t know…”

“Like a slut?” he supplied.

She flushed, nodding.

“Good. You’re acting like a slut, pinching your nipples and humping my seat without any sense of shame.”

Somehow, his derogatory words turned her on even more. The vibrator was buzzing so perfectly, and she was easily climbing to her peak. She let her head fall back against the headrest.

“Take your hands away.” She did so, digging her fingers into the seat instead. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes.” Her impending climax was just out of reach.

Max switched off the vibrator.

Bridget moaned, her orgasm slipping away.

Max didn’t look away from the road. “I decide when you come. And right now, we’re just enjoying a nice ride out to the country.”

He left the vibrator off for the rest of their time on the highway, idly drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the song on the radio as they headed north. Bridget could barely listen to the music, as distracted as she was. She pressed her knees together, trying to relieve the ache between her legs. The action wasn’t lost on Max.

“Knees apart. I’m not done with you yet.”

Bridget spread her knees slightly. He reached over and pushed them farther apart, the action pulling her underwear more snugly against her. “Better. Here, this is our exit.”

Max turned off the highway onto a country road, turning the vibrator back on as he did so. Oh, shit. In this position, Bridget couldn’t shift at all, could only feel the little bullet buzzing mercilessly away. It didn’t take long before she was on the edge again, wearing little grooves into the leather seat with her fingernails.

“That’s enough of that. We have a long day ahead of us.” Max shut it off again. Bridget exhaled slowly, reining in her frustration and relaxing her grip on the seat.

He didn’t touch the remote again for the rest of their drive, although Bridget tensed every time he moved his hand near the door. After a half hour, she was beginning to think he was doing it on purpose.

“Here we are.” He turned down the long entrance road into Tunxis State Park. “Ready for some bird watching?”

She looked at him, completely confused. Was he being literal?

“I like birds,” he said. “Took ornithology back in college. This is a great spot for bird watching. You can see a ton of songbirds, sometimes even a few raptors. We’ve missed the spring hawk migration, but there are usually a few red-tails around.” He took a few turns and wound along the curvy road, each bump driving the vibrator against her. At last, he pulled into a parking spot at the edge of a clearing. “What do you think?”

She looked around. “There’s no one else here.”

“I know. It’s a little out of the way. But it’s a nice day, so we might not be alone for long. Come on.” He opened the door and got out. Bridget noticed that he pocketed the remote.

Max set up a blanket for them to sit on at the edge of the clearing and sat down, the cooler beside them. She cautiously sat next to him, smoothing the skirt down over her knees.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Not really…sir. It was a big breakfast.”

“Right. Well, soon enough.” He pulled the remote out of his pocket and set it aside. “How do you feel about this?”

“I have mixed feelings.”

“Good.” He turned it on again.

Bridget pressed her lips together, willing herself not to make a sound. He was taking far too much enjoyment for her discomfort, smiling slightly as he slid closer to her on the blanket. When he reached up and gently brushed her hair behind her ear, though, she shivered despite herself.

“I like watching you like this. You’re beautiful.” He traced his finger down her jaw, then her neck, cupping the back of her head in his hand and drawing her face to his. He teased her lips with gentle, sipping kisses, his mouth playing across hers, slowly increasing in intensity until she was pressed against him, wanting more. When he turned up the vibrations on the bullet, she moaned into his mouth, feeling the sensations rippling throughout her body. She felt his hand drift up to cup her breast through her blouse, thumb brushing the hardened peak, and she clutched his shirt with both hands, drowning in her own arousal.

When he turned the vibrator off and pulled away, she almost cried out from loss, still clinging to his shirt. She was getting desperate now, and hoped it didn’t show in her face.

“What’s the matter?”

“I want to come.” She shifted in discomfort.

“I think you need to cool down.” He smiled and raised his eyebrows, his look full of mischief. Wait, what did he mean by that? Bridget felt a flutter of nerves.

“Lie down and close your eyes.” Max smoothed out the blanket beside her. She did so, jumpy with anticipation, and then heard the unmistakable sound of the cooler opening.

Eyes closed, lying on the blanket, her body quivered with anxiety. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but the first touch of ice on her collarbone made her yelp.

“Shh,” Max said, tracing the cube down between her breasts. She felt him unbuttoning her blouse, then parting the fabric. Oh God, she was lying there completely exposed, where anyone who came along could see. And then he was sliding the cube over her taut nipple, and all thoughts vanished with the sensation. She fisted her hands in the blanket beneath her. When he’d finished with one nipple, he replaced the ice cube with his mouth.

Bridget cried out despite herself, arching against him. His hot tongue swirled around the icy skin, then he sucked hard, taking the nub between his teeth. At the same time, he touched the ice cube to her other nipple. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…” she babbled, unable to control the words spilling from her lips. She was so sensitized that every bite and pull sent a jolt of electricity straight down to her clit.

Max switched again, replacing his mouth with the ice cube and moving to suck on her other nipple. She was losing her grip on herself, nearly to the point of begging. Then he pulled away.

“No…” she moaned before she could stop herself.

“No? Did you just say
no
to me?” Her eyes flew open at his demanding tone.

“I didn’t mean it,” she said quickly, sitting up, desperate to make him continue. “I’m sorry, sir.” Some detached, distant part of her found it interesting how easily those words came to her lips.

“Not yet, but you will be. Get rid of your underwear and the toy and lie back down.”

Was this going where she thought it was going? Regardless, she wanted things to continue, so she followed his instructions.

“Watch me.” Max kept his eyes on hers as he slid his hand up under her skirt, up her inner thigh, right into her folds.

“Oh!” She arched against his hand, eyes falling closed.

“Watch.” His tone was harsher, and he pinched her inner thigh. She yelped and opened her eyes again. His long fingers found her clit, which he stroked as he stared into her eyes. “So wet. I’ll bet you really want to come by now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He pinched her inner thigh again.

“Yes, sir.” Ow, that really hurt. But then his fingers were back, stroking, rubbing, and she let her knees fall to the side in bliss.

“You don’t seem to be cooling off,” Max murmured, pulling an ice cube out of the cooler and holding it up for her to see. It was rounded, smooth and squat, indented at one end from an ice machine. As he held it, a thin rivulet of water ran down his hand and dripped onto her exposed stomach, making her jump. She watched him, breathing shallow, fast, knowing what he was about to do but unable to prepare herself. He slipped the ice cube down below her skirt and, with one fluid movement, thrust it up into her.

Bridget cried out wordlessly, arching, the ice burning against her superheated flesh. The cube itself wasn’t too large, but it felt thick inside her as she clenched reflexively around it. The wrongness of this whole situation should have turned her off, but instead, she wanted more. When he began to stroke her with icy fingers, she grabbed the blanket again, her gaze finding his face and locking on to his eyes. Max was barely smiling as he looked down at her, his expression both amused and merciless as he began drawing small circles around her clit.

“Cold?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was trembling, but she just felt fortunate to be able to speak at all.

“Another?” He reached into the cooler again.

What could she say? Did it even matter? He didn’t wait for an answer, though, and slid another smooth ice cube all the way in. The first one hadn’t melted yet, and his actions pushed both deep into her, doubling the sensation and making her feel dizzy and hot all over.

It was unbearably intense, just like every session with him had been so far, too many sensations to process. Bridget bit her lip, groaning, and arched up into his hand as he began stroking again, needing more, needing to come, needing him to get her there. She didn’t care that she was in public where anyone could see; she wanted this climax so badly she could cry. His fingers found a perfect rhythm, just right, icy against her hot skin. Fuck, yes, he was going to make her come right here.

And then he stopped. Bastard! Bridget bit back the protest and just lay there, panting, clenching around the ice cubes melting away inside her.

“Good girl.” Max smoothed her skirt back down again. “Button up your shirt.”

She wanted to smack him and probably would have, but he was looking at her like a Dominant and she wanted to obey him. Something to think about later. Bridget sat up, giving him a look of barely hidden malice, and began buttoning her blouse. She could feel the drips of the melting ice cube on her inner thighs, the mostly melted cubes moving inside her as she shifted, and she wasn’t quite successful in holding back a whimper. Max started whistling a jaunty tune, probably just to piss her off, and handed the bullet back to her with her underwear. “These too. Let’s go for a walk.”

The rest of the trip was just as infuriating as the ride there. Max had left the vibrator off while they were eating lunch, at least, but afterward, he’d been merciless. By the time they pulled back into his driveway that afternoon, he’d had the vibrator on and off at least a dozen times, and Bridget could barely think anymore. Her panties were soaked from melted ice cubes and her own arousal, and they clung to her folds, giving her no relief.

She followed him inside his house, uncomfortable and past desperate. As she stood there in the living room, she wasn’t really sure what he wanted, but she knew she would do whatever he asked. With no preamble, he walked up to her and took her into his arms, kissing her hard. His kiss spoke of his own desperation, or perhaps it was just a calculated move, but she felt her knees weaken immediately. Was it him, or the fact that he’d gotten her horny enough to fuck anything that moved?

At last, he stepped away, leaving her panting. Max, too, seemed a bit breathless, but maybe that was just her imagination; in a moment, he was completely composed.

“Come upstairs.”

“To the…bedroom?” She tried not to sound eager. God, please let this go somewhere. He smiled.

“To the bedroom. I don’t want to take you down to the basement yet.”

Bridget swallowed, suddenly possessed with an overwhelming urge to see that basement. Well, almost overwhelming: she wanted
him
more.

She took a moment to orient herself to the space upstairs. The open floor plan was divided by free-standing screens, the hardwood floors patterned with light from the many large windows. Half the floor was clearly delineated as the bedroom: a large four-poster bed was set against the wall, facing a bureau and a large mirror. A maroon leather armchair sat to one side of the bed, a nightstand on the other. A few freestanding wardrobes and bookcases stood near the bed. The other half of the floor served as an office area and a small sitting room.

Overwhelmed with the immediacy of the situation, she needed a moment to compose herself. “Can I…use your bathroom?”

He gestured to the back wall. “It’s the door on the left. Not the closet. Leave the bullet on the sink.”

The bathroom was luxuriously well-appointed with a deep tub and a corner shower big enough for two. Bridget used the bathroom and cleaned herself up a bit, setting the vibrator on the counter and peeling off her soaked panties. After a moment’s hesitation, she stole one of his hand towels and tucked her panties inside, then stuck them into her purse alongside the bra she’d put there earlier. Then she stared down at the little bullet vibrator next to the faucet. He’d said to just leave it there, but it seemed strange to do so.

Looking up, she stared at herself in the mirror, studying the unfamiliar woman staring back at her, wild and sensual, her lips swollen and her hair mussed from kissing. Was she ready for this? To steady herself, Bridget gripped the sides of the sink and took several deep breaths, trying to gather her wits.
Well
,
that’s ridiculous
, said a voice inside her.
Your wits have been gone since the car.
Whatever was next, she wanted it.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Max was lounging in the armchair, watching her. She walked over and paused, then sat down gingerly on the edge of his bed, facing him. He’d drawn the blinds on all the windows, and the shades diffused a soft yellow glow throughout the room.

“Do you remember your safe words?”

Bridget’s stomach lurched slightly, whether with anxiety or excitement, she couldn’t tell. “Yellow or red.”

“Good. Remember that ‘no’ won’t stop me. All right?”

What was he intending to do to her? She nodded. “Yes, sir.” She felt the excitement building in her once again.

“Take your shoes off.”

Max folded his ankle over his knee and rested both hands on the edge of the chair. God, he was handsome. Those bright blue eyes, strong jaw, his straight nose and full lips, all framed by the messy dark curls of his hair. Bridget couldn’t quite look away from his mouth and ran her tongue across her bottom lip without thinking as she stepped out of her sandals.