Bound to the Bad Boy (14 page)

“I’ve
run you a bath. It will soothe you. Help you to sleep.”

“Oh…okay.”
She sat up and Matt helped her to her feet then he scooped her up and carried
her into the bathroom. When he set her down, he undid the belt of the mac and
removed it.

She
stood still with her arms at her sides.

“Are
you okay?” His shoulders felt like he’d climbed a mountain. It could be from
the strain of focusing just enough pressure as he used the flogger on Megan or
it could just be the damn tension that was permeating his every move. His jaw
was as tight as if he’d had it wired and even his ass cheeks ached.

“Yeah.
I’m okay.”
She met his eyes and hers were dreamy. She looked like she’d been asleep for a
very long time and she’d woken up to find that it was Christmas morning. She
had that adorable combination of excitement and happiness. It made his heart
leap and his cock harden.
Again.
His balls would burst
if he kept having this many erections without relieving himself.

He
helped her out of the holdups. As he knelt to peel them over her feet, he
breathed deeply of her sweet musky arousal. It stirred him to new heights of
desire and he moved forwards, pressing his face into her mound.

“Oh,
Master…”

“Megan.”
He nuzzled her pussy, opening her labia with his tongue and flicking it over
her clit. She moved with him, fucking his face and moaning as he delved into
her depths. She rode his tongue as if she hadn’t orgasmed in months.
Hungrily.
Feverishly.
Desperately.
He gripped her ass cheeks so that he could eat
her more easily and she winced when his fingers brushed over her bruises. But
he kept going and she kept grinding.

Finally,
she shuddered onto his mouth and he swallowed her cunt cream, drinking deeply
of the woman who had once broken his heart.

He gave
her one final lick then stood before her and kissed her mouth. She grinned.

“You
taste like me.”

“I love
your taste. I just can’t get enough of you, Megan.”

Her
eyes widened and he looked away.
Careful…
You’ll become
too vulnerable again.

Their
lovemaking varied depending upon what they both wanted at that point in time.
It always had. Sometimes, they needed the power exchange of sub and Dom, but at
others they were like any young couple in love and their intercourse could be
tender, gentle and sweet. But what worked about it for them was that they both
enjoyed the variety of it all.
Knowing that there was more to
their union than to most.
Plus, Megan was his best friend and he would
do anything for her.
Anything.
Even give her up if she
asked him to, though the thought made him want to double over with pain.

He
lifted her and lowered her into the bubbles, supporting her as she lay back,
then perched on the edge of the bath and gazed in awe at her beauty. Her auburn
waves floated on the top of the foam, their ends becoming darker as they soaked
up water. The bubbles covered her breasts and all of her body from her feet to
her neck. Whenever she moved, the frothy white covering parted and her ruby red
nipples were exposed. They were bright red from the clamps and fully distended.
Ripe for sucking.
He felt like a teenager again,
thrilled at getting little glimpses of a beautiful woman’s breasts. He ran a
hand over his hard-on wishing that he could just whip it out and thrust it into
her hot little body.

Megan
smiled. “Are you unbearably hard?”

He
nodded. Unbearably didn’t cover it.

“Could
I help you out with that?”

Could
she? He had sworn not to fuck her until their heads were clear. But he ached
for her. He yearned to fill her up and to bury himself up to his balls in her.
His cock twitched. He couldn’t wait any longer. He just had to have her.

He
began to undress and Megan’s eyes lit up.

****

Immersed
in the warm soapy water, Megan eyed Matt hungrily as he removed his clothes.
His broad tattooed chest sent her into delicious little post-orgasmic
aftershocks. His muscular arms tensed as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Then he unbuttoned his Levi’s and slipped them down, taking his trunk-shorts
with them.

She gazed
hungrily at his wide thighs and up to the thick, fully erect cock, which
strained from its foreskin. The length was pink and smooth except for thick purple
veins that ran along its surface. The bulbous end was darker and it bore a tiny
bead of fluid that glistened in the bathroom light like a luminescent diamond. But
to Megan it was far more valuable than any diamond ever could be. He wanted
her. She wanted him.

She got
to her knees.

“Master,
may I suck you?”

He
nodded and licked his lips. It made him appear predatory, as if he wanted to
consume her.
Which, in a way, she realized that he did.
As his sub, she had to give him all that she was in their power exchange. She
gave herself over to his control. She had to trust him to take care of her. And
so far, since her return, he had done a damned good job.

He
stood against the side of the roll tub and Megan took hold of his cock. She
moved her head forwards and licked the tip. He was as sweet and salty as she remembered.
He smelled of citrus shower gel and raw, spicy masculinity. It aroused a
primitive female part of her and she let out a low growl. She wanted to fuck
him like a wild animal. And never stop.
Ever.

She
worked him with her mouth, moving up and down his length. Her jaw ached with
the effort of fitting her lips around his girth but it gave her such pleasure
to suck on him. She used her tongue to delve into the tiny slit at the end of
his erection and she used her lips to cover him, bringing him into her heat
again and again. She wrapped her hands around his base, extending her fingers
to cradle and tickle his balls.

“Sub…good sub,” Matt groaned, moving in time with her
mouth.
He was tense, full of energy,
coiled tightly as a spring. She felt his cock swell, and his balls lift. “I’m
so close. So close.”

She
increased her speed, gobbling him like she hadn’t eaten in weeks. She was
hungry for him, and she wanted to swallow him whole.
To
become one with him.

Suddenly,
he froze.

Megan
waited.

A split second.

Then he
jerked again, burying his cock deep in her throat and his hot cum filled her
mouth, covering her lapping tongue and shooting down into her depths. She
swallowed again and again, exhilarated by her performance and heady with
ecstasy as she milked him until he stopped pulsing.

“Thank
you, sub,” he said, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “I
really…needed that release.”

“It was
my pleasure, Master.” She squirmed with delight. She had pleased him and it
elated her.

She
sank back into the bath and floated in the water. It crept into her hair and
her ears. She sank lower and little bubbles of air popped up from her neck,
tickling as they made their way to the surface.

“Mind
if I join you?” Matt asked, gazing down at her. She shook her head and sat up
to give him some space where her feet had been but he gestured at her to move
forwards and climbed in behind her instead. The he pulled her back against his
chest and wrapped his arms around her.

“I want
to hold you, Megan. I need to hold you.”

And
that was fine with her. She relaxed against him, savoring the feel of his
strong stomach and chest as they touched her skin. His semi-hard cock, as it
bobbed and tickled her spine.
And his powerful arms
enveloping her, keeping her safe, protecting her from all of her doubts and
fears.
Right now, Megan was happier than she had been in what felt like
a lifetime. Sure, her back and bottom were tender. But it had been worth it.
Matt had reinitiated her into the realm of the Dom and his sub. She had been
nervous but she had enjoyed it.
Every moment.

But as
she drifted, she was swamped by uncertainty and confusion like a heavy grey
storm cloud that shadows a bright summer’s day. She loved Matt. It was there
before her, as plain as it had always been. She adored him and wanted him in
her life. But she didn’t know if there was a way forwards for them. Could they
really be together and exist without something creeping in and destroying them?

Whether
it was her jealousy and insecurity, or his motorcycle club and its demands on
his
time,
or even the fact that she wanted to live a
normal life, something might steal in and destroy their happiness. And what if
Matt could never truly forgive her for using his jail sentence as a chance to
leave him? What then?

What then?

Megan closed
her eyes and breathed slowly, in and out, in and out. She allowed the water to
soothe her. To bathe away her fears and doubts and concerns. She was here with
him.
Enveloped in a moment of calm, of safety, of pleasure.

Let it be and worry tomorrow. For tomorrow
will come, but tonight will soon be gone forever.

Forever.
That was a
long time to live without the man she loved.

****

When
Megan awoke to the bright rays of sun that pierced the gap in the bedroom
curtains causing her to squint, she was alone. She rolled over and looked at
the clock on the dresser: 10:00 a.m. She had slept until ten.

She sat
up. She was naked. She hugged the blankets to her chest. Where was Matt?

She
listened. It didn’t sound like he was downstairs making breakfast.

Her
heart lurched. Had he left already? She hadn’t even seen him this morning. Not
since he had dried her following their bath then held her against him in bed.
Totally naked.
They had both been so sleepy they had not
even tried to make love. They had just cuddled, like old times.
A warm, tender spooning.

Her
eyes stung and she blinked away tears. What was wrong with her? What did she
expect?

Yes,
this was a lovely walk down remembrance alley but that was all it was. She
might still harbor feelings for Matt that left her all shook up like a bottle
of Coca-Cola but she wasn’t sure how he felt. He hadn’t really said much. Maybe
he was just enjoying a little reunion with her knowing that she would soon be
leaving.

She
swung her legs over the bed and walked to the window. She winced as she pushed
the curtain aside and peered out into the brightness of the day. The yard was
empty. His bike was gone. He had left her here without so much as a goodbye or
a
see you later
. Her armpits prickled
with the heat of disappointment. She felt as if she’d just slipped on the ice
and fallen smack on her backside.
And after last night?
After she had gone to the club with him and allowed him to flog her.
To be so intimate with her again.
She had soared into
sub-space, a time when she was at her most vulnerable, and Matt had encouraged
the process with his quick and controlled flicks of the leather instrument and
his raw male power, which she responded to so viscerally.

She was
weak in his presence and that was why she had left and not returned. The high
school reunion had been an excuse to return and she had been a fool to take the
opportunity. She should have stayed gone. Now she was all mixed up again. Did
she really want her life in the city with her poky apartment and job amongst
the dusty shelves of books nobody ever read? Or did she want to return here, to
be with Matt, to try to resume the life that they had once shared. The life she
had once been so certain of.

“Oh
Matt,” she whispered as she leant her forehead against the glass pane. “Do you
want me? The way we used to be?”

Megan frowned
as a battered Ford truck pulled into the yard and stopped before the house,
blowing dust up into the morning air. She couldn’t see the driver because the
sun glared on the windshield. Was it one of Matt’s friends? She’d better throw
some clothes on and go find out.

But
then she remembered. She didn’t have a thing to wear.

Chapter Ten

“So what do you think, Matt?”

“Huh?”

Moonshine stared at him from
across the motorcycle club table. He tilted his grizzled grey head from left to
right and raised his matching bushy eyebrows. “I think you’ve got it bad this
time, son.” The old man grinned from between his beard and moustache.

Matt shrugged. Moonshine, aka Dan
O’Flaherty, was right. His charter all knew that Megan was back in town and
that he had been with her the past few days. But they’d been good about it and
left him to it.
Until now.

“So what’s going on there then,
Matt?” Billy Rune scratched his ginger pork-chop sideburns.