He slides the toy back and forth along my pussy before he very slowly pushes it into me. My body shudders, and I can’t help but fight his hold. The sensation of the vibration and the tight hold his hand has on me has my mind reeling.
“Don’t fight it,” he whispers, and it just makes me want to fight him more. I love the way his hand feels around my throat. I love to know that he has that power. That I’m helpless to him. I love the way he tied my wrists helplessly behind my back. I’m at his mercy, and I want him to take it.
I clench my teeth and my legs shake as he slowly pushes the little vibrator into my soaked pussy. I cry out and rock my hips against his hand.
“You’re so greedy,” he rasps. “I like it.”
I try to speak, to beg him not to stop, but nothing comes out but moans and whimpers. “Have you ever used this vibrator and imagined it was me getting you off?” his deep voice demands. “Hmm?” He pulls it out slowly and runs it across my clit. I whimper as my pussy clenches. “You know I imagine you when I get myself off.”
I try to pull my hands apart once again but whatever he tied them with doesn’t give one bit. He jerks my head back more and it makes it even harder to breathe with his hand around my throat. “I imagine you on your knees as I fuck your mouth.” I swallow thickly. “I imagine fucking you in a crowd full of men. All of them jealous of what is mine.” That thought should not turn me on. I shouldn’t want others to see me in such a personal act.
He lowers the vibrator from my clit and pushes it into my pussy again. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” I can feel his smile as he presses his lips agasint the side of my neck. “Others standing around as I make you fucking come on my cock.” I shake my head from side to side the best I can with his hand around my throat and he let’s out a laugh. “You can tell me whatever you want, darling. But your body doesn’t lie.”
I go to open my mouth to say something, but his hand picks up the pace as he fucks me with my vibrator and I feel my muscles clench and my back arches as a strangled cry is ripped from my parted lips.
“Come for me, baby,” he demands as I feel his teeth bite down on my shoulder.
My body shudders as it explodes in his arms. Even with the mask over my eyes, I still see spots dance in the darkness. I’m panting and my body continues to shake as he removes the vibrator from my pussy and his hand from around my throat. I drop my chin to rest on my chest while I wait for him to remove the blindfold and unbind my hands. Instead, I feel his hand on my back. He pushes me forward until I fall down on the bed. I try to push myself up, but it’s impossible with my hands tied behind my back. I should feel nervous about this position—every part of me exposed and not able to move my arms or see what he is doing—but I’m not. My body still trembles, my heart races, and I try to catch my breath. I shudder as he runs two fingers along my pussy and then his fingers make their way upward. All I can do is let out a moan as he presses the tip of his finger into my ass. At this moment, I will take anything he has to give me. And I know my body will glady enjoy it.
I hear him growl from behind me and then he removes his fingers from my body. I hear the sound of a foil packet ripping and then I’m arching my back and lifting my head from my comforter as I scream out from his hard cock entering me roughly.
***
We lay side by side naked as we laugh at something I had just said. The belt, vibrator, and mask lie at the end of the bed. As the laughter dies down, I turn onto my side and look at Case. He has one arm behind his head and the other is resting over his chiseled abs. A smile still on his face. He looks so handsome like this. It’s easy to forget who he really is. What he really does for a living.
“How old are you?” I blurt out. I need to know things about him even if I do tell myself it doesn’t matter.
“Twenty-nine,” he responds without hesitation. Hmm. So he’s eight years older than I am. That’s not bad.
What else do I wanna know? “Can I ask you something?”
His head falls to the side as he looks at me. The smile makes him look so young, so free. “Sure.”
I want to ask him about his past, his tattoos, but I won’t. This is one of those moments I don’t wanna fuck up. “Will you tell me about the club?” I decide on.
“What do you want to know about it?” he asks slowly, but the smile is still on his face.
“What made you and Brecken open the club? Savannah told me you have owned it for nine months.” This is the safest question I can think of, but I want to know more about him.
He lets out a shaky sigh as if he just dodged a bullet. I give him a soft smile to try to ease his discomfort and let him know that I won’t dig too deep. “Connections.”
“Connections?”
He nods. “We knew a friend who happened to know someone who was selling the warehouse. The second we looked at it, we knew what we wanted to do with it.”
“Have you and Brecken been friends long?” I don’t think that is too big of a question.
“A long time.”
Hmm. That is not good enough. “Since back in high school?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says simply.
“And …?” I don’t want to just come out and ask questions. I want him to want to tell me about himself. I want to feel like I deserve to know him. The real him.
“And what?” he asks with a huff. I sit up and lick my lips nervously as I stare down at him. He still has one arm over his stomach and the other under his head, but his eyes look darker as he stares up at me.
“I wanna know more about you,” I say softly. “I’m not asking for you to tell me everything. I want to, but I know you don’t.” He goes to speak, but I continue before he can say anything. “I know this is just a hook-up. And I’m okay with that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care to know you on a more personal level.”He’s your boss; you don’t need to know him on a personal level.
