Captured Innocence (CSA Case Files) (19 page)

Connor pushed his finger back inside of her and then started to thrust it slowly in and out. 
It was enough to keep building her impending orgasm, but not fast enough, and sure as hell not enough for her to achieve release.  It was only when he slowly pulled his finger out of her pussy and nothing else happened that Lauren realized she’d closed her eyes.  Opening them, she looked down into an ocean of blue.

“Where are your hands?”

He was asking her something that trivial when all she wanted was an orgasm?  Lauren figured her face showed her confusion, but he still waited patiently for her answer.  She snuck a glance down to his cock, which was hard and from this angle, pulsing with his heartbeat.  Didn’t he want to do something about that as well?

“Behind my head,” Lauren responded, looking back up to his face.  He didn’t seem happy about something, but unless he told her what was wrong, she couldn’t figure it out and do whatever he wanted.  “That’s where you told me to put them.”

“Why didn’t you move them?  It’s obvious from the way you’re gyrating your hips that you want me to do more than fuck you with my finger.”

His coarse language sent shivers through her core.  Her pussy responded and the spasms were almost painful.  Connor had removed his finger
, and now there was nothing to grab onto.  His question reverberated through her mind though.  It seemed idiotic.

“Again, because that’s where you told me to put them,” Lauren responded, not caring that her tone indicated she was getting agitated. 

“We need to work on your respect,” Connor murmured, sliding his hands back up to her breasts.  He took each nipple in between his fingers.  “You should know enough about the lifestyle that a submissive shows respect to her Master.”

If Lauren hadn’t been so worked up and sexually frustrated she would have laughed.  She’d honestly never pictured herself in this situation due to her past experience.  Had she yearned for it?  Yes.  And considering the way her body was responding to his tone, his words, and his actions…
she’d been right about her submissive tendencies.  That didn’t mean she would automatically fall to her knees.

“Are we in a true scene?” Lauren asked, a little confused.  Wasn’t he just showing her something?  And whatever it might be was lost on her, because they weren’t addressing her phobia.
  It was hard for her to concentrate on anything other than the fact that she needed to come.  “Is this what you do at the club?”

“A scene is whatever I choose to make it,” Connor said, rolling her nipples in between his fingers.  Jolts of electricity
shot through her, traveling straight to her clit.  “Now answer my question.  Why are your hands still behind your neck?”

Lauren would have responded the same way she had earlier but he pinched her nipples and caused her to gasp.  Her fingers slipped, but she tightened her grip at the last second.  When he smiled up at her was when she realized that although she wasn’t bound by cuffs, ropes, or ties…it was his order that kept her hands in place.  He’d effectively restricted her by his command.

“But—”

“Would you like to come,
Red?” Connor asked, releasing her throbbing nipples. 

“Yes, please,” Lauren responded
quickly.  She had no idea why she added on the
please
, but her mind was running a thousand miles an hour now that she grasped what he’d done.  She needed to tell him it wasn’t the same as true bondage.  It wasn’t, but as his fingers slipped back into her folds and gathered her cream, all thought left as the pad of his digit connected with her clit and moved in a circular motion.  “Please, please, please.”

Lauren was grateful that his left hand held her hip.  His grip kept her grounded, for she knew that if he hadn’t had ahold of her, she would have buckled.  The room seemed to spin as blood rushed through her ears.  Her body felt suspended as he applied more pressure to her clit.  Finally, her pussy exploded and spasms rocked her to the point of
crying out. 

Connor brought her down gradually and when Lauren finally opened her eyes, she found him staring up at her.  She was relatively sure that he’d been watching her the entire time…her face, that is.  He slowly reached up and took hold of her wrists,
steadily bringing them down to her sides.  Lauren hadn’t realized how stiff her muscles were until he took each arm and rubbed it down.  She moaned in relief and gratitude.

“I think I need to lie down,” Lauren whispered.  “You’ve zapped my energy.”

He stood and kissed her.  It dawned on Lauren that what just happened hadn’t been as intimate as it felt.  What they had just done made her feel closer to him, yet they had touched less.  It didn’t make sense, along with the fact that he thought this might help her deal with her phobia.  Connor might have told her to keep them there, and in a way, she respected his request…but that had nothing to do with having her wrists bound by leather.

“C
limb back into bed,” Connor said.  “I’ll go grab us more coffee and then we can talk.  I want you to think about what just happened and then tell me your feelings on it.”

He moved toward the doorway, leaving her standing at the end of the bed. 
Although confusion was starting to set in over the entire scene they’d just shared and she had no idea how she was going to form the words to explain what she felt, Lauren did take time to stare at his naked backside as he walked away.  His ass was lean and his muscles moved with each step.  She very much appreciated his parents’ genes.

“That was an order,” Connor called out, not even bothering to look back as he left her sight.  Lauren smiled.  Maybe a spanking wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Chapter Twenty

Connor paused outside the bedroom door, holding both coffee cups.  He needed another moment before facing her again.  Did he really want to take her down this road?  He hadn’t
been lying when he said that a Dominant’s need and responsibility was to protect his or her submissive.  But Lauren was just a casual affair that would eventually end, right?  Was pulling her into the lifestyle really for her benefit?  Some submissives became too attached to their temporary Masters.  Was he playing games with her emotional state at her expense?

An image of
Lauren standing with her legs spread open, her juices glistening on her inner thighs, her curls damp from her cream, and her eyes deep with arousal appeared in his mind.  There was no doubt she was turned on by the lifestyle.  She responded to each command he gave.  Connor even understood why she had chosen her profession as it kept her on the outskirts of what she truly desired but never had the courage to really obtain it.  But was he the one who should be helping her?  Would she understand the difference between a temporary and a permanent Master?

Taking a deep breath and knowing he would continue with their chosen path anyway, Connor stepped into the bedroom.  Lauren was sitting up on the far side of the bed, the top sheet covering her.  He resisted the urge to smile, wanting her to know that his next command was to be followed.

“Drop the sheet,” Connor ordered, holding up her coffee and waiting patiently as she slowly complied.  He didn’t miss that the pulse in her neck started to beat faster.  “I want access to you at all times.”

Connor had enough experience with submissives to know that Lauren would follow in the beginning and then want to test his limits.  She hadn’t reached that point yet, trying to figure out this new rush of feelings t
hat were overwhelming her.  When she did, things were bound to become fun.

“Good girl,” Connor said as she kicked the sheet to the bottom of the bed.  Those red curls still needed to go and he debated on doing it now.  Nah, it could wait.  They truly needed to go over how she felt right now.  “Here’s your coffee, just the way you like it.”

“Thank you,” Lauren said, a smile breaking across her face.  He didn’t say anything about the fact that she brought the cup in front of her, thus using her arms to cover her breasts.  They technically had two days of nothing but being able to scene and for him to take her to new heights.  She took a tentative sip, obviously testing the temperature of the creamy liquid.  “Hmmm... you make it better than I do.”

“
That’s just so you don’t kick me out into the snowstorm.”  Connor plumped his pillow and set it up against the headboard, before making himself comfortable. 

“After what I just experienced?” Lauren said, sending him a sideways glance.  “I think I’d like to taste a little more of what you have to offer.”

Needing to be facing her so he could see her expressions, Connor took a drink of his coffee before setting his cup on the nightstand.  Turning on his side, he used his elbow to rest himself on by placing his head in his palm.  Now he could see her clearly.  Was she still flushing?

“What did you like about
the scene?”

“You keep calling it that,” Lauren said, not lowering her arms.  He let that go for now.  It was a vulnerable thing to do, being honest about one’s feelings.  “That’s not exactly how I picture a scene at a club.  You said a scene is what you make it, but that was technically vanilla in nature.”

“Really?” Connor asked.  “You followed my instructions.  You kept your hands where they should be and only answered me when I specifically asked you a question.  Yes, you messed up once…but there are times our feelings overwhelm us.  It happens and will continue to happen.  But the bottom line is that I controlled you.”

“But I chose to do that.  I wasn’t tied up.  My wrists weren’t encased by material.  I was free to move them.”

“We already went over this.  I told you to keep them there, so you did.  That is essentially binding them there with my words.  You just can’t physically see the tethers.  As for you choosing to do so, that’s the gift that a submissive gives her Master.”

Connor watched Lauren drink her coffee, her eyes lowering to his cock every now and then, and knew that the scene she just experienced was light enough that he could start another.  Maybe the scene had been too light.  Pushing that thought away for now, he pushed her a little further with regards to her emotional state.

“How did you feel when you followed my orders?”

“Hot.”  Lauren rolled her eyes when he laughed.  “Not hot, as in
hot
…but hot as in I felt as if I was on fire.”

She paused, as if trying to figure out how to express her words correctly.  Before Connor could tell her that he wouldn’t judge her
and that there were no right or wrong answers, Lauren took a deep breath and continued.

“My heart raced like I’d never felt before. 
My knees felt like they were going to buckle from the first moment you touched me.  My blood was rushing through my body with every word that came out of your mouth.”  Lauren finally lowered her hands, although she didn’t take her eyes off of the cup in front of her.  Connor noticed that her breasts seemed fuller and that her nipples were hardened.  Since it was relatively warm in her bedroom, he highly doubted her body’s reaction was from the temperature.  “I always knew that I had an interest in the lifestyle, but all the same, what we just did still felt vanilla to me.  My reaction was stronger, yet we really did nothing that would imply…well, BDSM.”

“Why?” Connor asked, honestly curious as to why she would say that.  “Because there were no whips or chains?  Your business clientele lives and breathes this lifestyle.  I would think you wouldn’t have such a black and white outlook of the definition.  You, yourself, said that your friend who tried to help you was into BDSM.  Did you discuss things in detail?”

“I’ve read books,” Lauren said, defensively.  “When Phil tried to help me, I was in my early twenties.  I’m not sure how much he knew.  We were young.  And it’s not like I strike up a random conversation about people’s lives.  What you and I did just seemed…vanilla.”

“Physically or mentally?”

Connor finally saw recognition dawn and felt a stirring in his cock.  It was now only semi-hard, but seeing as he hadn’t had a release since last night, it was a wonder he didn’t have a case of blue balls.  He’d always prided himself on making the scenes benefit his submissives and now would be no different.  He doubted he would see relief until this evening.

“I admit there was a different
ambiance this time.  It seemed deeper, more intimate.  Yet, I didn’t really physically engage and you didn’t — you know.”

“Come?”
Connor asked.  “The scene was not meant for me.  It was more of a mental exercise for you, but I can see that maybe I need to broaden your horizons.”

“As a Dom, do you ever do scenes for you?” Lauren asked, seemingly becoming more comfortable with her nudity.  She shifted to
face him, soaking in every word that he was saying.  Her green eyes were now sparkling like those emeralds he first saw in her shop.  She was like a kid in a candy store.  “You know, so that you can —”

  
“There are times that Doms play out scenes for their pleasure, but I get my enjoyment out of my submissive’s gratification…when she earns it.”

Connor watched her pupils dilate and her lips part.  He knew Lauren might enjoy the aspects of the life he led, but even he was taken aback at her immediate response.  It made the Dom inside of him wonder just how far he could take things.

“Okay,” Connor said, thinking of different scenarios of which to attempt to sincerely show her the mental aspects of the lifestyle.  “So I take it we’re in agreement that you want to lightly explore the lifestyle and allow me to guide you through exercises that might help with your phobia, correct?”

“Yes,” Lauren answered, the word a little breathless.

“Then let’s concentrate on some preliminary items.”  Connor let his eyes roam her body, letting Lauren know that he was inspecting her.  Could she feel the heat of his gaze?  “One, I want you to write down what your soft and hard limits are.  Soft limits are those things that you would be willing to try and hard limits are things that you will absolutely, unequivocally not do — whether it goes against your morals, something that might affect your health, or you simply won’t do.  Once you do that, I’d like time to look it over.  During that period, you will then go into the bathroom and take a nice, long hot bubble bath.  When you emerge, I want your pussy bare…every piece of hair gone.  Then you will stand in the middle of the room as you did before and wait for further instructions.  Do you understand?”

* * * *

“I understand that I’m getting in way over my head,” Lauren muttered, sinking into the vast amounts of bubbles that lay on the surface on the hot water.

She knew that having him here during the snowstorm had the potential of leading to more than a vanilla affair.  Maybe subconsciously that’s what she’d been hoping for.  That small scene he’d demonstrated had certainly awakened her body in a way that doing it missionary style never did.  But were things moving too fast?

Knowing she needed to talk to her sister, Lauren wiped her right hand on a towel.  Picking up her phone that she’d placed on the tile next to the razor and gel shaving cream she used, she hit the speed dial button.  After three rings, Sue picked up.

“How much snow have you gotten?” Sue asked, without the standard
hello
.  “Dave and I have been watching the news.  You should have come down to visit before it hit.  We could be at the beach right now.”

“I’m t
hinking I like where I’m at now.” Lauren popped one of the bubbles with her finger.  “Connor’s here.”

“Stuck in a snowstorm with only sex to pass the time,” Sue said, humor coming through the phone line loud and clear.  “Dave will be jealous.”

“Connor knows what happened to cause my phobia,” Lauren stated, wanting to get to the point so that Sue could help her figure out if she’d lost her mind or not.  “I told him last night.”

“Let me guess,” Sue said in a wry tone, “he thinks he can
fix
you.”

“He thinks he can
help
me,” Lauren said, getting a little defensive.  “I basically said the same thing you did, but Connor explained things in a tad bit different way.”

“Did you tell him you already tried with Phil, a friend you trusted?”  Sue
covered the phone and some muffled words came out.  Lauren wasn’t sure if her sister was speaking with Dave or the kids.

“Yes.”  Lauren thought back to her and Connor’s earlier conversation.  “Connor gave an analogy that made me see things differently.  I’m thinking of seeing if it works.”

“Translation,” Sue said, laughing, “you already tried something and it peaked your interest.  Do I get the juicy details?”

“No,” Lauren replied, smiling. 

“Let me get this straight.  You’re in the middle of the worst snowstorm Minneapolis has seen in years, with a hot man who has dominant tendencies and wants to screw your brains out and you’re on the phone with me?”  Sue made that tsking sound she always did when Lauren wasn’t doing the right thing.  “What is wrong with this picture?”

“I guess I wanted to hear that this isn’t a mistake,” Lauren said, popping some more bubbles.  “You know, my older sister telling me I should be careful.  That I technically just met this man and I shouldn’t rush things.  Maybe even throw in there that I wanted this to be casual and things might be getting too deep.”

“Anything else you want me to say?” Sue asked, her tone still light.

“Yes, that tomorrow will arrive and he will leave.
  Well, maybe by Monday morning, after the roads have been cleared.”  Lauren looked over at the razor.  “You should say that things will go back to normal, except maybe a booty call here and there because that’s the way I wanted it.  It’s the way Connor wants it.”

“I’m pretty good at this advice thing,” Sue said, a tenderness entering her voice.  “Before I continue giving you more counsel, did he give you a reason why
he
wanted things casual?”

Lauren thought back over past conversations and realized that Connor never did give her a specific reason.  “No.  But maybe he’s not looking for anything permanent right now.  Does there have to be a reason?”

“You’re getting defensive,” Sue said.  “Which could only mean that you’re falling a little faster than you’d intended.  Carrot Top, you always hold yourself back from a man because deep down, you want to be part of that lifestyle in which you work.  Unfortunately, the men you choose to date are as boring as watching golf on television.  Connor is the first one giving you what you need and you’re afraid you’ll fall too deep.  I get that.  But what do we always say?”

“YOLO,” Lauren
answered, reiterating their “
you only live once”
motto.

“That’s right. 
Not that you’ve been living your life like that.  It’s been me and although I have Dave, sometimes it gets lonely being the only daring one.  I have two kids!  How much more daring can a woman get?  So, just make sure you don’t fall too deep.  Enjoy this weekend and take it for what it is…a fun time.  YOLO.”