“Yes, Sir.”
“Does someone want to come?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
He smiled. “I think you can beg better than that, sweetheart. Be my good girl and beg for me.”
She tried to sit up again, but he didn’t release her. “Please, Sir! Please make me come, I want to come for you and you’ve got me really horny.”
He leaned in and nipped her shoulder, lightly grazing his teeth along her flesh. “Keep going.”
“Sir, I really need to come, please let me come!”
His warm breath brushed against her ear. “Tell me how you want me to make you come, sweetheart.”
“I—any way Sir wants!”
“No. Wrong answer. Keep trying.” He kissed her cheek and leaned down, sucking her ignored right nipple into his mouth.
Hell, she couldn’t even think, much less form coherent speech. Her hips had taken on a mind of their own, grinding her pussy against his leg in frustration, not nearly enough traction on her clit to get her off.
His promise to her flashed to mind. “Please, Sir, I want to feel your mouth on my clit and your tongue in my pussy!”
He lifted his lips from her nipple just long enough to speak. “Better. Keep going.”
“I-I…I need to feel you sucking on my clit, Sir. I need to feel your face between my thighs and want to come for you.”
“More,” he mumbled around her nipple, lightly grazing it with his teeth.
The thumb on her left nipple had turned into his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching, rolling it, more delicious torture yanking her focus back squarely between her legs.
“I need you to please make me come, Sir. Please make me come with your mouth. Please flick your tongue all over my clit and suck on me, Sir. You’ve got me so horny.”
“Whose clit?”
“Your clit, Sir!
“And whose pussy is that?”
“Yours, Sir!”
He sat up, a deliciously evil smile on his face. “Such a good girl.” Faster than she could process, he’d shoved her thighs apart, ripped the crotch seam of her panties, and his lips closed around her clit.
Holy…fuck!
She let out a gasp, followed by a screaming moan as his tongue started flicking at her clit and drove her instantly into the hardest orgasm she could ever remember having.
Ever.
And he wasn’t even close to being finished.
He hooked his arms under and around her thighs, holding her tightly immobile as his mouth and tongue and lips explored every inch of real estate down there. She had a flash of gratitude to her brain that she’d thought to shave everything while getting ready earlier before he started working her up to her next orgasm.
Up and down her folds, around her clit, alternating between slow strokes with his tongue and quick flicks that made her gasp, he claimed her. His tongue plunged deep into her pussy, fucking her, giving her a preview of what was to happen later before circling around her clit again.
After the third or fourth climax—she lost count—he let her cool down just enough that he could start building her up again. She’d been trying to squirm away from him, unable to wiggle free, but now he seemed to know just where to plateau.
And she wanted more.
In a few minutes, she was begging, pleading with him to make her come again, and only when he’d decided that she’d done a good enough job of that did he suck on her clit, punting her into the sweet abyss once more.
She lost track of time. When he finally pressed a kiss to her swollen clit and sat up with a satisfied smile on his face, she looked up at him.
He stood, staring down at her as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “As I told you, sweetheart, there are plenty of ways for a sadist to get his fix. I happen to love hearing you beg.”
He slowly stripped off his shirt and dropped it onto the floor before working on his belt. Another thing she was giving thanks for was getting their safe sex conversation out of the way days earlier. She was on the pill and they were both clean.
Once he was naked, he planted both hands on the mattress on either side of her head and stared down at her. “I think forced orgasm torture will be in your future, sweetheart. Seeing how long I can make you beg before I let you come, and then how hard I can make you beg to get me to stop making you come.”
His grin widened. “Stuff that sweet ass of yours with my cock, put a vibrator in your pussy, and make you come on my cock until you can’t take anymore.” He slid his cock up and down her pussy, along her clit, which was already slick with her juices.
She tried to move her hips to capture his cock, wanting him inside her, and he froze.
“I didn’t tell you you could do that.”
“But Sir, please, I—”
He grabbed her throat again, a brief flare of the good kind of panic sweeping through her and spiking her pulse until she realized that just like before, he wasn’t squeezing.
Just holding.
“Be. My. Good. Girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Fear and passion and need and a confusing soup of good emotions rolled through her.
Absolutely she trusted him.
Definitely, she was loving this.
It scared her just how much she was loving this.
Loving him.
He finally continued sliding his cock back and forth along her clit, staring into her eyes as he did. “There’s my good girl. Hold still for me. Good girls get rewards.”
She froze, keeping perfectly still, wanting to please him, her brain caught between the pleasure of his cock stroking along her sensitive clit and wanting to rock her hips in time with his.
After a few minutes of this, where he had her whining with need, he sat up. “Change.”
She felt dazed as he pulled her to her feet, then he yanked the covers down and lay down on his back. She wanted to dive in and go down on him, but he caught her hand and pulled her up.
“No, sweetheart. Sit on my cock and hold still.”
She straddled him, moaning at the sweet ache of his cock sliding deep inside her, filling her pussy as she bottomed out. It was so hard not to ride him, to follow orders, but he held her left hand in his, fingers laced.
He let out a satisfied sound. “Very nice, baby. Reach down and play with your clit, sweetheart. Show me how you make yourself come.” At least his voice now sounded a little strained, like he was struggling with his self-control.
This was something she’d never done before. Well, not for someone else. She was slow to comply.
“Play with your clit, sweetheart, or safeword.”
Like hell she’d safeword now.
With her right hand, she started to play with her clit, her balance wobbling a little as he spread his legs, forcing hers wider apart.
“Good girl,” he hoarsely said. “Show your Sir. I want to feel your pussy come on my cock.”
His free hand settled on her thigh, lightly stroking, almost distracting her…and she realized that was part of his plan. To keep her off-balance and focused on what he wanted her focused on.
So she met his blue gaze and stared there, watching him, wanting to please him.
Enjoying his look of hunger there.
She wasn’t sure she could get herself over again, but with his cock filling her pussy quite nicely, and the extra jolt from wanting to obey his order, she soon found herself getting there, her clit tingling, her pussy pulsing around his cock.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “That’s it. Be my good girl for me.”
Her eyes dropped closed as the climax hit, not as powerful as the ones he’d pulled from her with his mouth, but she made it over. Once she’d finished, he released her hand and grabbed both her hips, thrusting his cock inside her several times before he let out a groan of his own and fell still.
He pulled her down on top of him, one hand buried in her hair, the other around her waist, holding her in place as he deeply kissed her.
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered to her. “My very good girl.”
* * * *
Walt was no idiot. It’d been a while since he’d been with someone, and fucking his own fist wasn’t nearly as good. Had he tried to make love to her, he’d have blown his nut in seconds and probably left her disappointed.
But he’d discovered one of her good triggers, apparently. And it’d taken every ounce of self-control he’d had not to come while she gave him that sexy damn show and he felt her pussy contracting around his cock as she climaxed.
Everyone’s a winner.
Rolling to his side with her, he stroked her hair. “How was that?”
“Wonderful, Sir.”
“So are we done having the ‘but you’re a sadist and I’m worried you’ll not be satisfied’ conversations?”
He loved the sound of her laughter. “Yes, Sir. I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
“Good girl.” He nuzzled the base of her throat. She felt so damn good in his arms. “Fair warning, I am putting anal training on your list, unless you hard-limit it.”
She shivered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir, it’s a green?”
“Yes, Sir, it’s a green.”
“Such a good girl.”
He felt her pussy, still holding his deflated and very satisfied cock, twitch a little around his member.
“Ooh, someone likes being told what’s going to happen.”
She buried her face against him. “Yes, Sir,” she softly said.
He couldn’t help the pleased grin. “Give me a little time to recover, and I think you might be able to coax another one out of me.”
She wiggled her hips against him. “Thank you, Sir.”
“The pleasure is mine, believe me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sunday morning, Holly awoke tucked against Walt’s side after having managed to coax not just one, but two more from him.
He stroked her arm. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
She’d forgotten to go through her usual morning inventory. While a little achy in some new ways and places, she actually felt…
Pretty damn good.
She sat up.
“Hol?”
“I’m okay, Sir.”
“You sure? You look concerned.”
“Not concerned. Confused.”
“How so?”
“I feel…pretty good.”
“Okay, now I’m confused.”
“I mean…” She settled back against him. “I don’t hurt as bad as I normally do.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yeah. Very.”
He stroked her hair. “So there’s no problem?”
“I don’t think so.”
“And someone thought I couldn’t be sadistic with her.”
She lifted a wrist and stared at the cuff there. “I wish I could have tolerated wearing the collar.”
“That’s okay. I had fun holding you down.” He rolled toward her, cuddling her. “Adapt, improvise, overcome. That’s me.” He kissed her. “Can I take you out to breakfast?”
“Sure. I need to find my phone charger, though. Louis calls me on Sundays.”
“Okay.”
When she returned to bed, Walt started kissing her, and before she knew it, she was over his lap and getting a bare-handed spanking.
And enjoying it far more than she’d ever dreamed possible.
Once the spanking ended, his fingers slid into her pussy.
“Now you get your reward for being such a good girl for me.” Not only did he finger-fuck her, he played with her clit, teasing her. Her nipples rubbed against the sheets and only added to her torment as he slowly worked her closer to the edge of orgasm, only to drag her back again, teasing, taunting.
“Is someone horny?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
“Is someone going to be a good girl and suck my cock for me if I let her come?”
“Yes, Sir!” At that point, she’d do nearly anything for him if he’d just give her relief!
His fingers unerringly worked harder, faster, playing with her clit until, finally, she felt her climax burst free.
“Good girl.” He didn’t stop, though, making her ride it, stay with it until just before she was about to call yellow when his hand finally fell still leaving her panting.
“Part two, sweetheart.”
It felt like she melted onto her knees, on the floor in front of him, her mouth already open to swallow his cock deep. His fingers stroked her hair, cradled her head.
She glanced up at him, at his pleased smile. “My good girl.”
She moaned around his cock, drawing a hiss of pleasure from him.
“Yeah, just like that.”
To hear him talk like that, not even his words but the loving, possessive tone, she would have stayed there on her knees for hours if he wanted her to.
To be his good girl.
It took her a few minutes, but finally she got him over and he rewarded her with a mouthful of his cum, leaving them both breathless as she didn’t move. She held his softening cock in her mouth, waiting for him to give her the next command.
“Very good, baby. Very good.” He helped her up off the floor and back onto the bed.
Collapsed against him, she fought the urge to go back to sleep. “That was…amazing,” she mumbled.
“All hail endorphins.” He twirled a lock of her hair around his fingers. “Amazing what the body can do when given the right incentives. We need to keep an eye out for subdrop, though. If you start feeling weepy, or sad, let me know immediately.”
“How will I know if it’s different from my normal moodiness?”
“Ah, good point.” He kissed her. “Maybe I’ll just have to keep you with me every night, then.”
“Promise?”
He smiled. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. Look how hard a time Kimbra had getting rid of me, and she divorced me. You invite this sadist into your bed to stay, and I’ll never want to leave. I’m worse than a damn vampire.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
He seemed to study her face, his blue gaze finally settling on hers. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, no more joking in his tone. “I’m here for the long-haul. You might get sick of me. I don’t want to scare you or freak you out, but I’ve had more fun this week than I have in a long time.”
“Me, too. Does that make me a horrible sister?”
“Why would it?”
“Because Louis…” She couldn’t finish.
He drew her close. “Sweetheart, you are not the reason Louis is in jail. We’ll keep fighting to get him out. But you can’t put your life on hold. It’s time for you to live your life before the pain you’re in eats you from the inside out. I’ve never met your brother, but I can guarantee you that if he loves you, he isn’t going to resent you having a life.”
“There you go, being all logical.”
“I try. I have my moments.”
* * * *
Walt spent Sunday night at Holly’s house, and she still couldn’t believe how good she felt when she awoke Monday morning.
So good she wished she could talk Walt into playing hooky from work and spending the day in bed with her.
Unfortunately, he had patients and couldn’t do that. As she drove to work, she started to think about Joyce. It was time to settle that situation, either finish the thaw, or cut her off for good.
Considering how few friends Holly had, and their long history together, she really didn’t want to cut Joyce off over what had happened. When she pulled into the parking lot, she parked where she and Joyce usually parked and scanned the lot. She didn’t see Joyce’s car there yet.
The woman pulled in just a couple of minutes later and sat there, staring at Holly before getting out of her car.
Holly got out of hers and walked over. “Look, you’re my friend. I want to patch this up.”
Joyce deflated and started to hug her, hesitate
d, then stood there with her arms open as Holly stepped in to hug her. “I’m sorry I screwed up,” she said. “You’re right that I sometimes do stupid stuff with guys. I just don’t want to be alone anymore. I’m tired of it.”
“I get that, but instead of trying to meet random guys on FetLife, how about you start hanging out at Venture more. I’ll go to the munches with you.”
They started walking toward the building. “You look like you’re feeling good today.”
“I am.” She quickly caught Joyce up. The woman stopped and turned. “Wait, she might be able to get your brother a new trial?”
“I hope so. She seems pretty confident.”
“That’s great!”
“I’m going to remain cautiously optimistic.” They continued their trek.
“And Walt’s been helping you out at home?”
“Yeah. I think we might be in a relationship.”
“You think?”
“Well, we’re taking it slow.” She’d left out the part about sleeping together. “I never thought that playing like that might help my pain levels.”
“I’m really happy for you, Holly.” Joyce smiled, but it looked a little melancholy. “Lunch together today?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
They got clocked in and went to work. Holly felt a little guilty that her friend was still striking out while she’d accidentally stumbled into a great guy.
Then again, maybe it was good karma finally catching up with her. There were only so many times life could keep kicking her before she stopped getting up.
That thought scared her, too.
That maybe one day she wouldn’t have the strength to get up anymore.
* * * *
Holly was at lunch with Joyce when Kimbra called her. “Can we meet tomorrow afternoon at my office to go over the case?”
“Sure, what time?”
“Four.”
“Is everything okay?”
“So far, so good. I just want to make sure you know where we’re at and see what has to happen. I also want to talk to you about your notes on some of the files you gave me. I’ve got some questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
“For starters, you want to get training as a paralegal? Because dang, girl, you came up with some case citations I might not have thought of.”