Wishes (12 page)

Graham steadily fucked her mouth, at first with shallow thrusts, then with deeper ones. At times she couldn’t breathe as he held firm against the back of her throat, and she couldn’t get even a small breath through her nose. But she didn’t gag, and he didn’t hold firm any longer than she could manage. She wanted to use her hands on him, but she wasn’t ready to be tied up, so she refrained. She fought to stave her climax off and was glad she didn’t have to do anything to pleasure Graham because she couldn’t seem to focus. Graham tensed and began to ejaculate down her throat. Kennedy swallowed again and again, trying to take him all. He pulled out and stroked her cheek then pressed his thumb against her lips. He had been just the right height for her in her position, and while her jaw ached a little, her neck and back were fine.

Graham sat on the bench. He motioned to his lap.

“Get over my lap, Kennedy,” he told her.

Shit, she had forgotten his edict in the restaurant. Something about their conversation had bothered her, eluded her, but now wasn’t the time to think about it. She awkwardly made her way over to him, trying to hold the toys inside of her. Graham trapped her legs between his and shoved her head forward. His superior strength and intent kind of thrilled her. She was so turning into a pervert. The first smack stung like fury, and she whimpered. Graham grunted above her. He probably liked to hear her response. The next five came fast and furious and with no predictable pattern. Kennedy whimpered in earnest, and the remaining blows nearly pushed her over. She felt Graham harden against her thighs. The night was not over.

Graham lifted her and laid her back on the bed, her knees at the edge, her feet dangling toward the floor. The plug pushed deeper in this position and pressed against that damn vibrator. She couldn’t hold off much longer now that there wasn’t the spanking to distract her. Graham knelt between her legs and turned up the vibrator, his other hand that rested on her belly being the only thing that kept her from rising straight off the mattress.

“Why do you like blow jobs? And swallowing?” he asked, as her clit began to heat and swell.

“What?” she managed.

“Blow jobs. Swallowing.”

“Oh God, Graham, please, I need to come,” she begged.

“Answer me.”

Kennedy took some deep breaths and tried not to come. She came apart despite herself. When she was able to open her eyes, Graham was staring at her. He sighed and shook his head.

“No self-control. A punishment is in order, Kennedy. And then you will answer my question.”

Kennedy found herself up against the bedroom wall. Her hands were secured above her head to hooks on the wall and her ankles tied to other restraints near the floor. Graham had removed the vibrators, but the plug was still up her ass and her position against the wall seated it firmly. Graham popped the front clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled out. The look on his face made her thighs clench. Gone was the slightly supercilious, disengaged mask he wore when he was teaching the older Dom. Graham was putting it all out there for her. She wondered if he would lose his membership in the society of Doms. Better not say that out loud. Her sense of humor always cropped up when she was apprehensive. Graham had something in store for her, and maybe she wouldn’t like it. Kennedy wished he’d get it over with.

Graham sucked her nipple hard, and it pulsed right to her apex. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but Graham knew just how to touch her. When he let go, she felt a pinch. Holy shit. He had clamped her. Holy shit. Kennedy writhed against the bite of pain and tried to shrink away when he repeated the process on her other breast. It was too much. She couldn’t process it and opened her mouth to tell him so when he blew across each sensitive nub. Kennedy shrieked at the sensation and gasped for more, but he withdrew.

“Blow jobs, Kennedy. Swallowing.”

Kennedy tried to resist and watched him reach out to tap her left nipple. The tiny sting reverberated through her and spiraled to her pussy. When he reached for the right nipple she gave up.

“I rarely did blow jobs before, Graham. And I never swallowed. I was pulling your chain.”

Graham gave her what she was coming to recognize as his Look.

“Honest, babe. I like your taste. Never liked anyone else’s. Please.”

“I can attach a chain to the clamps, honey, and do a little pulling of my own.”

Shit. He just couldn’t let anything go. Something for reflection later, but in the meantime Kennedy wanted to talk him out of the chain. She was used to the clamps now but knew that would change if he upped the ante, so she kept silent.

Graham carefully inserted the tip of one finger between her still tender labia and unerringly found her clit. He traced light circles on it, and she moaned. Her orgasm began to build. The plug felt huge all of a sudden, and her nipples sang. Maybe one more and she could rest, unless Graham needed another release. He was going to pleasure her to death. This time her climax crept up on her like little cat feet, and she shuddered, only to scream and go over again when he popped the clamps free. The restraints held her when she sagged, and then Graham was there to hold her and release her. He carried her to the bed and pressed gentle kisses on her sore nipples.

“You are beautiful in your submission, Kennedy.”

Kennedy heard the words, but they didn’t really register. Submission? Her? Graham must know he had it wrong. He had restrained her and made her talk. That wasn’t submission. They were going to have another chat tomorrow. Kennedy didn’t submit, and if Graham thought he was training her, he had another thought coming. But for now she felt boneless and totally relaxed.

* * * *

Graham held her close and admired how her hair flowed to cover her shoulders and breasts. He was hard again, had been since her spanking, but she was sore and he had pushed her tonight. There was always tomorrow, and the day after. He couldn’t imagine a life without her, and he was going to introduce her to every little kink he could. He didn’t need it all the time, but there would be things she liked, and once he learned everything she needed, their sexual life would be complete. He only hoped she wouldn’t want another man to join them because he didn’t think he could handle that. Maybe he should rethink this whole idea about easing her into the lifestyle. Kennedy wouldn’t look amiss with a whip in
her
hand. She was such a contrast. All the same, she really liked sex and trusted him. That was the most important thing for him. On that thought, he drifted off, resolutely not considering that he hadn’t given himself the opportunity of trusting
her
with his whole self.

Chapter Eight

Kennedy was clearly giving Patrick’s job offer some serious consideration, and Graham watched her in anticipation. Having Kennedy in the same building as he lived in twenty-four-seven had such an appeal. He didn’t need any space from her. He wanted her around all the time, and while waiting to be with her sexually built his need, being able to turn to her at virtually every free moment seemed absolutely perfect to him. Plus, the club had everything he needed for his kink and control needs.

After she chewed and swallowed the last piece of crisp bacon she had filched from Graham’s plate, Kennedy said, “How about a three-month trial period, Patrick?”

Patrick nodded. “That would make sense, Kennedy. I appreciate that you working here, living here, and having a, well, a relationship with Graham, all under one roof might be somewhat overwhelming.”

“I’m counting on having one of your private rooms as a refuge from time to time, Patrick,” she said ruefully.

“Hey!” Graham was offended.

“Babe, this is going to take some adjusting on everyone’s part, and my work is just as important to me as yours is to you,” she advised.

Graham hardly heard the words. It felt like Christmas. At least the kind of Christmas he had experienced since connecting with Patrick and his own kind.

“I need to make arrangements for my place, let my other job prospects know, the usual,” Kennedy continued. “How about two weeks from now?”

* * * *

Graham took her on a tour. Kennedy was amazed at the size of the place. Patrick had his own sumptuous quarters on the top floor while Graham and Jordan had large suites on the next floor down. There was an empty suite, and Graham told her they would eventually recruit another house Dom. Patrick’s office and meeting rooms took up yet another floor and also featured a large commercial kitchen with a chef and wait staff and an adjoining atrium. Graham explained that the atrium was the usual place to eat, but there was room in each suite to dine as well as a small kitchenette. The fourth floor gave way to storage. All sorts of strange furniture was placed around the rooms, and Kennedy recognized some from her recent perusal of BDSM websites.

“We keep current furniture, tools, and toys, honey,” Graham explained, “But we store the rest. There isn’t a big market for used BDSM stuff, and we sometimes bring it back down. The new things are often fads. Nothing like the old tried and true.” He leered at her when he said that, and Kennedy’s pussy moistened.

The next floor held some private rooms and suites that out-of-town members rented when visiting, and they were fully equipped for play and rest. Kennedy mentally chose one as her sanctuary for when Graham made her too crazy. She had already seen the clubrooms, the dance floor, and the bar, the private playrooms and public ones. The dungeon was in the basement as was fitting, and she hated it. It was clean and well done, but it was dark and menacing. Only certain members had the code to the dungeon, and Graham explained that hard-core BDSM was allowed only on certain occasions when he or Patrick were available for monitoring and extra security provided. Collaring ceremonies were held there, and sometimes branding took place. Graham confirmed that piercing and tattooing were also services that were provided. Kennedy made it clear to Graham that she would never attend anything in the dungeon, and he didn’t argue.

“Do you like working there, Graham?” she asked.

He shrugged. “If Patrick can’t, I fill in. I’m not into breaking skin and making people bleed, honey. Patrick brings in Doms who are into that and are good at it.”

Kennedy shivered, and he hugged her. “I won’t work the dungeon anymore, honey. Promise.”

Graham took her to the atrium for coffee, and she felt his arousal. It had waned in the dungeon, and she was glad of that. Her own had disappeared, but she knew Graham was now thinking about her ass. She was, too, to be honest, the butt plug having been removed in the shower that morning under Graham’s interested care after some water sports because her labia were healed. He had then suggested an anal douche with such a hopeful look that Kennedy acquiesced. Alone. With the door locked. Who knew with these pervs? Now she was antsy and full of anticipation, and Graham probably sensed it just like she was attuned to him.

“Honey, we need a nap,” he suggested.

“My place?” she asked, hopefully.

“How about if we christen my, our quarters?” he asked.

“I guess,” she agreed. She wanted to try this, but still…

Graham didn’t leave her time to think on it. He hustled her to his suite and had them both out of their clothes in record time.

“On the bed, sideways, Kennedy, with a pillow under your belly,” he ordered as he disappeared into the bathroom, his cock straining at his own belly.

* * * *

Graham returned to the bedroom and simply stopped. His woman was spread over a pillow, her bottom in the air, her legs apart. Her glorious hair flowed around her shoulders and spilled onto the white sheets. She looked beautiful and incredibly sexy. He ached to ream her and dug deep for utter control. He had to make this the very best experience if he wanted to fuck her ass in the future. And he most certainly did.

He stroked Kennedy’s back from her shoulders to her thighs, loving her tiny shudders, until she relaxed. Then he spread the lube over her anus, carefully pushing the nozzle inside to fill her up. She opened to his finger, and he began to stretch her, first with one, then two fingers, opening her. The plug had done the job, for she wasn’t tensing at all.