BreakMeIn (16 page)

She was sipping from a bottle of water when he caught up
with her, reminding him he needed to intake some fluid as well. Propping her
bag up, he pulled out his water and started to guzzle the rest.

A strong vibration shot through his cock, instantly arousing
his dick to full attention. Every nerve ending in his groin came alive at once.
He’d never been this violently aroused before. He managed to choke down the
rest of his water, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth to catch whatever
was dripping over his chin.

She looked at him curiously. “You seem…unsettled. Everything
all right?”

“Peachy,” he replied tightly.

“Well good. Can’t have you distracted.” She selected a club
and trailed her hand over his arm. The gentle caress caused his now painfully
restrained cock to jerk. The unforgiving metal dug into his skin, but the pain
simply enhanced his arousal instead of removing it. There was a glint in her eyes
he couldn’t decipher. Surely she had to know just what she’d handed him at the
coffeehouse last night.

One of Allison’s creations maybe? She certainly had the
knowledge base given her technology background. But then again so did Elena.
And she did design various sexual devices for play. He’d already experienced
more than a few items from her private collection.

Her ball landed on the backside of the green. She’d be lucky
to make par on this hole, which was a lucky break for him given the fact he’d
launched his club in lieu of striking the ball the first time. As he walked to
the bunker his ball had landed in, he tried to figure out the best way to make
up for his folly.

He managed to save face by bogeying the hole. “Nice
recovery.”

“Yeah, well, if you’d stop jerking my chain with this damn
vibrator maybe we’d have a fair-and-square game.”

She stepped closer, her breasts pushing against his chest. Jesus,
she wasn’t wearing a bra either. He could feel the press of her hard, erect
nipples through the fabric of her shirt. “I haven’t even begun to jerk your
chain, Alexander Conners.” She sauntered off, exaggerating the sway of her hips
as she did. The edge of her skirt flipped up with each movement, taunting him
with flashes of the sweet ass he wanted to sink into.

He groaned, but managed to bite it off so it came out as
more of a strangled moan. She glanced over her shoulder, a sly smile teasing
the edges of her lips. The ring around his cock gave a quiet buzz, but he was
prepared for it this time and simply allowed the movement to wash over him and
heighten his arousal.

Her hands were folded on top of the club and as far as he
could tell she hadn’t palmed any kind of remote. He continued to stand there,
absorbing the strong vibrations radiating through his groin.

“Need me to leave you alone so you can enjoy your little
moment you seem to be having there?”

The vibrations kicked up a notch. “I’d rather be buried
inside you.”

“Wouldn’t we all?” She tipped her head and slid behind the
wheel. The cart sped off to the next tee box as the ring continued to vibrate.

Gritting his teeth, he snagged her clubs and walked over a
small footbridge connecting the two holes. He couldn’t stand there all day
getting off on a vibrator. Best he could do now was just put his head down,
play through the next hole—the ninth—and hope for the best as he tried to
ignore the device.

Or he could up the stakes a little.

Maybe he could turn on the charm and convince her to have
sex with him right here and right now on the course. When he arrived at the tee
he dropped her clubs and walked straight for her. He molded his body to her
back, cupping his hands around her breasts, playing with her erect nipples
through her shirt. He skimmed his lips against her slender neck as he toyed
with the hard buds, cradling the weight of the soft globes.

“Let me worship you, Elena.”

“Afraid of what you face when you lose this hole?”

Alex’s eyes narrowed, and he decided he needed to change
tactics. Approach this situation differently because he truly needed to experience
more with her. “Let me worship you,
Mistress
. Let me kneel before you
and eat your pussy until you come all over my face. Let me give you more
pleasure than you can even stand.”

Her fingers closed over his hands, pulling them away as she
turned to face him. “Tacking on a title more appropriate for high protocol won’t
help your cause either. Not to mention, pisses me off.”

“Why?”

She tapped the end of his nose, a tight smile curling her
lips. “You’re using Mistress because you think it will get you what you want.
You don’t truly mean it. Don’t patronize me, Alex, by saying what you
think
I want to hear. You have to mean it. You have to actually feel what you’re
saying.”

Could this woman possibly be any more frustrating? “What if
I do?”

“The fact you’re asking me means you don’t. Not truly.” She
moved away, leaving him standing there vibrating with need as she went to tee
off. The ball landed on the green, its forward momentum carrying it straight
into the cup.

Hole in one.

Damn.

Even if he holed out she’d won the front nine. She dug
around inside the pocket of her golf bag, moving behind him before he could see
what she’d taken out.

His head lifted, his concentration faltering a little as he
lost focus when her hands skimmed over his bare back. Her long fingers traced
his shoulders, dancing over the nape of his neck. Her breath grazed over the
same places, following her movements. “Don’t worry, we’ll both enjoy this. Drop
your pants.”

He wanted to be in her so badly he complied without
hesitation, ready for whatever she had in store for him. Plus the tight binding
of the pants wouldn’t restrict him anymore. His cock sprang free, the skin
along his shaft dark red from root to tip. His focus broken, his dick strained
against the unforgiving metal wrapped tightly around him.

She peered around his hip. “Looks as though someone has been
enjoying himself. Good.”

Gentle fingers caressed his thigh, causing him to release
his breath. Her touch was as exciting as it was maddening. Why couldn’t she
just order him to his knees? Let him worship her. Maybe fuck her. He just
wanted her to put him out of his misery. Maybe then he could have focused on
the damn round and beaten her fair and square.

Something cold and wet was smeared over his anus. He
automatically clenched, unused to the strange intrusion.

“Relax. This isn’t anything you can’t handle.”

He didn’t completely understand why, but he trusted her. Maybe
it was the fact she hadn’t steered him wrong yet. Following her instruction, he
did his best to relax though it was a struggle given the fact his
experience—and interest—in receiving anal sex was virtually nil. Everything
she’d introduced him to, however, had always had been awesome.

No reason for him to believe otherwise now.

She pushed something hard and slender into him, his muscles
trembling as she patiently coaxed him to relax. The item settled comfortably
without any kind of pain, just an awareness of his entire body. And not simply the
area below his waist. He jerked when she tapped his ass as she stood, his
muscles automatically flexing around the plug she’d inserted. The sensation
shot between his legs and wrapped around the base of his dick, driving his
excitement even higher.

She repositioned herself in front of him, sinking down to
crouch in front of him.

“Jesus.” The power of the sensation rolled through him,
shuddering up his spine. He grunted as her tongue flicked out, swiping over the
tip of his cock to gather the pre-cum leaking out. Her gaze met his as she
pulled her hand along the shaft.

Her hand felt good against him—damn good. Especially after
the slow buildup of tension that had been simmering inside him since she’d
handed him the cock ring.

His breathing grew labored, his heart pounding hard against
his chest as she kept the pace slow, teasing him with each patient stroke. He
made a noise, inhaling sharply as she moved as though she had all the time in
the world. As though she intended to demonstrate to him just how much power she
truly possessed at the moment.

She paused, the side of her hand resting against the metal
ring still softly vibrating around him before she started caressing him again.
Her grip changed with each move, tight and demanding one moment, eased and
patient the next.

Arousal raced around his body, searching for an outlet.

He held back, his body trembling from the effort.

“Elena.”

She ignored his whispered plea, instead reaching around with
her free hand to grip his ass. Her nails scored his skin, adding a layer of
pain as her thumb began sliding over the tight vein beneath the head of his
cock.

“Alexander?”

“Yes?”

“When you feel as though I am your Mistress you may refer to
me that way. Not a moment before. What you need to learn is I don’t have to be
dressed up or have a collar around your neck to want you. Those are just
things. They don’t give me my sexual appetite. They simply enhance it.”

“Then why did you give me the cock ring? Command me to wear
the cuffs? Have me dress this way?” There had been no sexual interaction between
them when he wasn’t in such a position. When he wasn’t wearing the items she’d
given him.

She pressed her lips against his hip, a soft kiss in
benediction. “Because you look damn gorgeous wearing those things. It makes me
want to eat you up. You’re not the only one who derives pleasure from these
scenes we have together.”

He’d hoped to discover her reasons were more than just
surface emotions. Wondered if their connection was more than just sex. Physical
chemistry was a bonus in his education, but he’d be a fool to admit he hadn’t
yearned for more. To know she gained pleasure from him was a damn good start.

And indicated his need for her wasn’t just sexual in nature.

Her mouth surrounded him, his thoughts vanishing as she
pushed forward, swallowing him whole as she moved him past her gag reflex.
Christ, he’d always thought that was something women did in porn movies, not
real life.

She moved away, licking the tip before swallowing it down
her throat again. He wanted to push his hands through her hair, hold it tight
between his fingers as she pleasured him. His palms itched to comply with his
thought, but remembering her statement about maintain control, he held his
hands at his sides, clenching and unclenching them as she continued to surround
him.

She skillfully brought him to the precipice of release
before teasing the underside of his head with the flat of her tongue. She
repeated the process over and over, drawing his balls up tight against his body
as his excitement flourished.

Heat spread through him as she swallowed him again. The ring
surrounding the base vibrated, drawing a strangled cry from him. She slid off
him with a soft pop, her hand surrounding him as the ring continued to lift his
excitement. The scent of his arousal spun in the air around him, eradicating
the heavy smell of freshly cut grass on the course.

“As beautiful as you are, standing here with my toy around
your straining cock, my other toy buried high inside your ass, I don’t need any
of this in order to keep control over you. To take your orgasm from you anytime
I choose. I don’t need some kind of foolish bet. Understand?” He nodded. “A bet
is a bet, however. And I always make good on my wagers. What was on the line
again?”

“Orgasm.”

“Ah yes.” His heart tripped when she produced a condom,
tapping it against her lips as she examined him. “Mine, I think. No reason a
perfectly available cock should go to waste. But, in the interest of full
disclosure, it has been awhile since I’ve had one because I’ve been so focused
on you. I could come in a matter of seconds and wouldn’t that be such a waste.”

“I don’t care.”

“I thought you’d say as much.” She threaded her fingers
through his hair, tugging his face toward hers. “I want you to show me how
grateful you are for the gifts I’ve given you tonight, my orgasm included.” Elena
released him, flipping up the back of her pleated skirt as she braced her hands
on the front of the golf cart.

His cock jumped in reaction to her glistening wetness, a
feat he wouldn’t have thought possible because he was certain he was already as
hard as he could get. Lust roared through him as she dipped a hand between her
legs and spread her pussy lips wide in invitation.

“Give me an orgasm, Alexander. And don’t come until I say
you can.”

The sight of her glistening pussy was enough to send a
thrill up his spine. Foil crinkled as he stripped the condom from the packet
and before she took her next breath he’d sheathed himself inside her. She
hissed, grinding against him. He gripped tight into her hips, holding the
fabric bunched around her waist while he started to fuck her.

His ass clenching down on the invasion of the toy, he slid
in and out of her cunt, stroking engorged flesh together. Caught up in the
intensity of being so on edge for so long he started furiously thrusting,
rocking forward on his toes as his body demanded the ultimate pinnacle from
both of them. Without warning the plug started to vibrate at the same frequency
as the ring circling his cock.

“Son of a bitch.”

He sucked in a deep breath, completely at the mercy of the
devices she’d outfitted him with and the tight, wet pussy he was buried deep
inside. He snarled, a low noise mixed with rage and frustration at her silence,
as the vibrations of the ring and plug kicked into overdrive, causing his dick
to swell. A signal of an impending orgasm he knew he wasn’t going to be able to
stop.

He had no control of how he reacted to the sensations she
kept forcing him to experience. He fought hard against the inevitable, his body
straining to hold back because he could tell Elena wasn’t even close.