Bar None (3 page)

"Well, that's okay for now, but a little later you'll have to show more enthusiasm. If you don't I'll tease you and I won't
allow
you to come. You won't like that because you'll want to come. I may make you beg. And believe me, I
can
make you beg for orgasm. Do you want to come today?"

She didn't think she'd have to beg since she was damn near orgasm now and he hadn't even touched her yet. But why take chances? “Yes, very much. I want you to fuck me and I want to come.” She nodded her head and grinned at him hoping she'd be spared begging him to be fucked.

He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers, holding her by the wrist. “Go to the ladies room and empty your bladder."

Dani sat back and tried to pull her hand away at the oddly offensive request.

John grinned at her like he was enjoying the game. “You've had a lot of coffee and I don't want the mood spoiled by you needing the rest room once I have you naked.” His hand tightened around her wrist. “And while you're in there take off your bra and place it in your purse."

Her eyes widened. What the fuck? He expected her to shed clothing in the bathroom of a Starbucks?

"It's a test of obedience. I need to know before I bring you home that you'll obey. If you can't perform that simple task, you'll never be able to handle anything else and won't deserve the privilege of coming home with me."

Oh, God, how she wanted the privilege. She nodded and he stared her down waiting for a response. “Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir what?” he asked with patience as if he were talking to a child.

"Yes, Sir. I'll go into the ladies room and empty my bladder,” she clearly said using his exact words. “And I'll take off my bra and put it in my purse."

"Good girl. Now when you take the bra off, pinch your nipples until they are hardened. With that sundress and no bra I'll be able to tell if you don't and we'll end it right here. Now go.” He released her wrist and she stood on shaky legs.

There were two stalls in the rest room, but luckily no one was in either one. Dani relieved herself of about a gallon of coffee and was glad he had told her to go. It would have caused all sorts of embarrassment if they were in the middle of something important when nature called. When she stood, she slipped off the shoulder straps of her sundress and pulled them down so she could unhook her bra and place it in her purse. She clicked it shut and placed it on the hook on the back of the stall.

What was she thinking? She was standing there in a stall in a coffee shop with her sundress pulled down and her breasts exposed. She knew she was insane and this went way past getting research for her book. Yet she'd never felt the level of excitement she did now. Her entire body tingled with anticipation.

Her fingers came up to her breasts and she pinched them, looking down to watch the effect on her nipples. Anxiety filled her when they didn't automatically point like arrows. No way would she leave the rest room until the points poked at the fabric enough for John to see. She tugged on them and twirled them between her thumb and finger until the scrap of fabric between her legs was soaked with her juices and her nipples would be visible beneath the cloth. Tugging the straps back up, she left the stall and washed her hands. After drying them she slipped her fingers beneath the top of her dress and pinched again before going back to John.

She walked back to the table and as she approached she watched his eyes zero in on her chest.

"Follow me,” he said before she had a chance to sit down. He stood up and walked to the door without looking back to see if she followed. She picked up his practically full coffee and her empty cup and threw them in the basket on the way out.

He was already on his motorcycle and putting on his helmet when she walked out the door and she had to run to her car to keep up with him. Less than a mile from the coffee shop, she followed him into a driveway.

Dani followed him into the backyard and through the patio. John unlocked the door that led to his family room and closed it after she entered. He flipped the lock and Dani shivered.

Without speaking, John drew the deep burgundy drapes closed over the picture window. The room immediately darkened. No one would be able to see them now. An overwhelming sense of vulnerability swept over Dani. The silence in the room was almost deafening, but she inherently knew to keep her mouth shut and wait for his instructions.

A low, modulated, almost monotone voice, unlike his normal speaking voice broke through the silence causing goose bumps on her skin. “Take off your dress."

Dani lifted it over her head and held it in front of her braless breasts. She kept her elbows close to her sides and attempted to fold the dress and block her exposed skin from his eyes.

"Drop it.” The green eyes which normally twinkled when he grinned were as cool and emotionless as granite.

Her palms began to sweat and the cloth slipped from her fingers, leaving her standing there in the darkened room in nothing but a sheer white thong and high heels. More than anything she wanted to bring her arms up to cover her breasts. More than her body stood naked there. Her desires hung as exposed as her breasts.

John walked to the wall and flipped on the light, then moved toward her. He stopped a few feet in front of her, his expression non-changing. “Place your hands in back of your neck and lace your fingers."

As she did her breasts jutted out in front of him and her legs shook so much her heels made sounds on the floor. He looked down to see where the noise was coming from and Dani caught her first glimpse of a smile since they arrived. He hid it, but he approved.

"Move your legs apart a bit.” He spoke as if he were positioning her for a photo shoot.

Dani inched her left leg to the side.

"That's good.” He raised his right hand with his finger pointed as if he were going to halt a conversation for a minute. He stopped it a centimeter from her left nipple and he circled the air around her areola.

She shuddered and her nipple hit the tip of his finger. The slight feather light touch had her moaning.

"Behave yourself,” he said and pinched the nipple. “Don't move an inch.” John turned and left her standing there.

Where was he going? What was he doing? Each second she waited, her body edged closer. The minute or so he was gone felt like an eternity. He returned with an ice cube in each hand, not seeming to mind that it dripped as he walked through the room.

He shook his head at her. “Now I thought I told you to pinch those nipples?"

Dani glanced at him in confusion. She had pinched them. She knew he'd seen the points through the dress when she had walked out of the lady's room. And they were puckered now from raging arousal. She didn't have time to respond. An ice cube scraped around each nipple and she cried out.

The sound pierced through the silence as the blissful agony of the ice turned the points of her nipples into needles. He placed both pieces of the melting ice in one hand and palmed one breast while his mouth dipped down to suck on the other. The heat from his mouth was like fire on the frozen tip and the other nipple ached for the warmth.

John threw the ice from his hand not seeming to care that it would melt on his carpet, and swept his mouth across her chest to the other breast. His tongue fought off the cold as it laved her nipple.

Her elbows had pushed forward so that they framed her face and John pushed them back. He brought his head up and placed a hand over each breast, feeling the weight of them and kneading, almost like a massage, a needed reprieve from the torment a few moments ago.

When her heart rate and breathing had slowed to almost normal, without warning he suddenly pinched both nipples. This time it was hard and the sting shocked her.

"Ow, don't, that hurt."

John looked directly at her and pinched them both again, this time even harder. “Stop!"

His eyes widened and she understood. “I mean, red,” she said before he had the opportunity to pinch her again.

"Very good, Dani. An important lesson learned. You need to use your safe words whenever I do something you don't like or you feel uncomfortable, and I'll stop.” He dipped his head and kissed each nipple lightly, like kissing away the pain. “You still owe me a punishment. Let's get it out of the way, shall we?"

There was no need to put the question on the end. It wouldn't have mattered what her response was. Walking behind her, he ran his hands over the flesh of her ass. “Lovely, Dani. Nice and soft.” The crack of his hand bit into her skin and the sting spread across the cheek of her ass.

"Beautiful. My hand print is on you like a brand.” He bent and licked the area he hit, and slapped the other side. His fingers pulled at the thin scrap of material and pulled it down.

Dani went to move her legs closer together so he could get the thong off, but he stopped her. “Move your legs only when I tell you to.” The material made it to about mid-thigh, three or four inches down from her cleanly waxed pussy.

If he'd taken the thong off she wouldn't have felt so vulnerable, but with them pulled down, it somehow became naughtier. His fingers barely touched her mound. Feather light touches caressing. “Look at me. Don't take your eyes of mine."

Her gaze locked with his and the torment began. She couldn't look away from him as his fingers gently circled her mound and lips, making her tingle. Oh, how she wanted them to slip inside but instead he patiently drew small circles until she thought she'd scream from frustration. And he watched every emotion, seemed to savor it like expensive candy.

He didn't say a word, and neither did she. The only way Dani had any idea he was being affected by what he was doing to her was that she could hear the sound of his breathing mixed with her own.

As one slow circle edged down to the bottom of her pussy lips, he dipped the finger inside her, plunging its full length. The primal groan that escaped her sounded like an animal in pain. And she was in pain. In agony, she wanted to be fucked so badly.

John pulled the finger out pressing on her clit as he withdrew it. “Don't look away,” he said as her head started to dip in an effort to see if he'd put his finger back.

He brought it up to his mouth and licked it. Ran it under her nose so the musky sent of her core filled her nostrils. “That's the smell of your arousal. The scent of how much you need to be fucked. I don't know if I'll give you my cock yet, though."

She whimpered and he slowly drew the tip of his finger from her chin down past the center of her breasts to her belly. Dani would have done anything for that finger to move faster. Finally, when she shook for it, he reached her pussy and slid the tip between her folds so it rested on her clit. “Hmm, maybe I'll let you have the finger.” He tapped it hard on her clit and she groaned. “No?” he asked.

Her eyes pleaded with him.

"Should I send you home now? Are we finished with this first lesson?"

"No, no,” she pleaded. He'd said before that he could make her beg for it and he had known what he was talking about. If he sent her away now, she'd die. “Please, John.” He circled her clit with his finger and then plunged into her core. John slid a second finger inside her and pumped hard. Tension built almost automatically. At this rate he'd have her screaming out in a second.

And then the fingers were gone. An empty ache remained where they'd been only moments before. Dani's breath labored and her chest heaved.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his unshaved face across her recently waxed pussy. His stubble scratched and bit at her skin. He brought his nose to her slick pussy lips and breathed deep. Embarrassment flooded over her. Her scent permeated the air, and he inhaled deeply as if he preferred it to the expensive perfume on her neck.

She'd braved the pussy wax just for him. Knew in spite of her mind telling her she wouldn't have sex with him, that she'd strip down naked at his first command. And she didn't want to look old fashioned. Most girls her age either shaved themselves or went for a wax. But she'd always been chicken. And it hadn't been fun, not at all. But to please him, she'd endured it.

His mouth nipped along her bare mound and she knew she'd made the right decision. He opened her lips with his thumb and finger and stopped. “Do you realize you're dripping on my floor? Dripping."

Dani was pretty sure no man had ever gotten her to the point where she leaked like a faucet. Shame and embarrassment mingled. She shouldn't be so wet, so turned on by a man she hardly knew. By a man she might not like if and when she knew him better.

"Yet you blush like some kind of untried virgin.” He smiled at her and her core tightened more with arousal. To get that smile out of him she'd be willing to be embarrassed all the time.

Don't be a fool, Dani. You're not going to get all the time with this man. You'll be lucky if he decides you're worthy to be fucked again.
“I told you, I don't have a lot of sexual experience. That's why I'm here."

"So you did set this whole thing up just to get laid? You could have gone to a regular bar for that. Unless it's the kink you want. What is it? Bondage? Should I get some rope?"

"No. I didn't intend any hands on experience. I thought if I saw the club and spoke to some people there I'd get enough information to write the one big love scene. . . . “

"Love scene?” He pulled away from her and stood up. “What happens at the club is sex, Dani. Love has nothing to do with what goes on in there. People aren't there to fall in love. They're there to satisfy a need, pure and simple."

No kidding. She knew what was happening between them was primal, physical. “So you're saying that no one there is capable of love?"

"All people are capable of love. That's just not the place to go looking for it.” He moved up close to her and pulled back the lips of her pussy to expose the hood of her clit. With the finger of his other hand he began to circle the swollen bud.

"This isn't a love scene.” He circled slowly, like the tick of the second hand on a clock being watched. The slow soft tease, tormenting. “Tell me what it is, Dani."