Deceitfully Yours (5 page)

Kylie

“Strip,
” Jude demands.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking
, but as he makes that one command, I feel apprehensive. His whole demeanor has changed. He stands in front of the door in his faded jeans, and his body is a threat to me. The way his muscles tighten and his commanding stance scream dominance. This is not something that usually turns me on in a man, but when he does it, something stirs inside me. His dominance is arousing and alluring. Going by the way he’s studying me, I know he will not be repeating himself. Obedience is a must.

I slowly
peel my dress off my body and toss it on a nearby chair. His eyes are on mine, and I feel like he’s instructing my movements with his fiery gaze. I reach back and unfasten my bra, the material skids over my pebbled nipples. The only barrier I have left between me and the onslaught I know is pending is a lacy strip of fabric already wet from my arousal. I slip my finger into the waistband and hesitate. Jude nods slightly at me, encouraging me to pull it down over my thighs. I throw it at him in defeat, and he shakes his head at me.

“No disciplin
e,” he says as he walks past me, tapping the cushioned tabletop.

I can do this. I’ve been to the
gynecologist enough times to be acquainted with this type of table.

I jump on the cool leather surface and lie back. As Jude walks around strapping in my legs and arms, it st
arts to feel a lot less like a doctor’s office exam.

“Tonight I show you
what it means when I say I own your orgasms.”

What is that supposed to mean?
“How can someone own an orgasm?”

He pauses as he straps my last arm. “
Sir.” He glares at me.

“What?”

“When you address me, say Sir.”

His tone arouses me and annoys me at the same time. I pull my head
up off the table as far as I can and glare back at him. “How can
you
own
my
orgasms?”

His hand comes down around my neck
, and he pushes me back down onto the table. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking that defiance down,” he says into my ear. He glides his tongue over my earlobe and down my neck. I shut my eyes, an involuntary moan escaping me. He pinches both my nipples, and my back arches off the table. “Beautiful,” he says as my nipples harden to his touch.

He reaches behind me
, then shows me a long chain with two clips at the ends. “These are nipple clamps. The tips are rubber coated. We’ll begin with these because they are gentle, but we’ll progress to more aggressive clips in the future.”

The first clamp
bites into my tender nub as he applies it.

“Fuck!”
I shout, my eyes shooting open as he puts a clamp on the other nipple. I hold back my cry and glare angrily at him.

“Is it to
o much? I can loosen them.” Though the clamps are tight, the initial sting was worse than the ache they are now creating.

I shake my head.
He pulls gently on the chain linking the clamps, and I clench my fist from the sensation. The pain is quickly decreasing and turning into something delicious. I feel the tug in my core, and it’s making me ache for more.

He moves between my legs
, gazes down at the moisture there, and smiles. I get the urge to shut them, but I realize I’m tightly strapped in, paralyzed to his ogling. He kneels down between my spread thighs; my legs begin to tremble. The thought of him putting his mouth on me has me quaking with anticipation.

“You don’t come until I tell you
, you can come.”

“What?” I shout just as his warm tongue envelops my clit
. “Oh my God!”

He wants to torture me.
The aggressive movements of his tongue are calculated. He wants to bring me to the point of rapture and watch me fail at obeying his order, but I won’t let him win this one. I grit my teeth and pant as he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I strain against my bonds as he slips his tongue into me. My whole world becomes centered on him and his amazing tongue.

I moan uncontrollably,
trying to move away from his mouth, but the straps keep me centered and the battle is becoming insurmountable. He pulls away before I can come. He stands up and looks at me. The raw hunger in his eyes is arousing. He moves a finger through my wetness then uses that moist finger lower. “Has anyone ever explored this hole?”

His gaze is locked with mine
. I shake my head as he circles my tight hole with his finger. All of a sudden his finger is replaced, and an unfamiliar pressure begins. "This is an anal plug. It's a small one, but it will begin to stretch you, prepare you for when I take you here."

Something small
, cold, and wet slips into my ass with a slight burn. What is this man doing to me? My eyes widen as he twists the small anal plug and returns to licking my throbbing clit. The pressure increases, but along with it comes an unexplainable sensation. The thrusts of his tongue are sharp, but I’m still maintaining my hold.

I can do this
, I chant to myself in my head, but the lie is flimsy. I’m riding on the edge of something explosive, and unless Jude backs off soon, I’ll be releasing my strongest orgasm ever into his mouth.

The room that
held a chill when I entered feels like an inferno, and sweat beads on my skin. Suddenly he adds another toy, and my clit begins to vibrate.

“
No, no, no. Fuck, Jude, this isn’t fair,” I hiss at him. The vibration stops as his hand sweeps up and smacks my right breast. A sharp, stinging sensation spreads over my sensitive skin.

“What did you call me?”

Fuck, I got lost in the moment and forgot, but that look he’s giving me is dead serious so I jump into groveling. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He yanks on the cord attached to my nipples
, then turns his dangerous gaze back down to my aching pussy.

He lowers his head
, and the vibrations begin again. The short reprieve wasn’t enough to halt the oncoming orgasm because I’m right back on the edge. This time he’s alternating strokes of his tongue and the vibrating wand on my aching clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut
, and a tear sneaks out the corner of one, rolling down my face. “I need to come, Sir,” I whisper in a voice that’s unrecognizable to me.

“Beg me for it,” he says. I’m not sure
why I’m being so stubborn, but I can’t bring myself to beg him. I knew what I was getting into, but I just can’t give him all the power in the first night.

“Fuck you,” I snarl
, and the moment the words leave my mouth I know I made a big mistake.

“Fuck you,
who?” he says calmly as he rises up.

“Fuck you,
Sir
,” I respond.
Shut the fuck up!
a voice screams in my head, but I ignore it. He inserts two fingers into my wet core and hooks them. It only takes two strokes of his skilled fingers before I’m screaming my release.

“
Ahhhh…” The spasms run throughout my body, and more tears roll down my face as I gasp for breath.

He smacks my breast again
, and I whimper in the midst of my orgasm. “Did I give you permission to come?” he growls. I don’t even get a chance to come down from this amazing high because in seconds his cock is buried so deep inside me that my head pushes back against the table from the pressure.

He slams into
me hard and fast then pulls on the chain connecting the clamps. “Who the fuck is your Master?” he shouts.

“You…are my…
Master.” My brave act is over because I’m choking on his commanding strokes. He’s turned into an enraged animal, and oddly it turns me on. He reaches down, twists the anal plug, and I’m there again. I need to come more than I need to breathe in this moment, so I give him what he wants.

I beg.

“Please, Sir, may I come?” The words feel foreign to me, but I’m not ashamed. I need his permission to come.

“Not yet.”

I groan in frustration and finally bring myself to look up at him. That is a mistake because watching his powerful body pound into mine is a sexual stimulant.

“I’m begging you,
Sir.”

He reaches over and releases my nipples from the clamps and massages them.
The painful sting causes me to flinch and hiss at him.

“
I love when you beg for it. Come for me.” He licks my sore nipple, causing flames to pulse through my core.

“Ohh
.” I sigh loudly as I let the pleasure overtake my body. The filling strokes of his cock and his tongue’s gliding motions on my nipple send my body into a shattering moment of ecstasy. I let the waves wash over me until I feel Jude pull out of my clenching body and shoot his warm seed all over my stomach.

He’s caressing my thigh and his breathing is short and ragged
when I clear my sexually fogged brain. His expression is serious as he quickly removes the straps, then runs a finger over my cum-soaked belly.

“
Let's get you cleaned up,” he says. He pulls out the anal plug, scoops me into his arms, and carries me down the hall to the bedroom he showed me earlier. I feel a chill across my skin, but Jude lays me on the bed, and throws a heavy sheet over me. Moments later he returns with a wet towel and cleans me off, gently wiping my skin and running his fingers through my hair.

“
How do you feel?” His thumb caresses my face.

“Fantastic,”
I answer with a grin.

I could definitely get used to this.

Jude

What the fuck just happened?

I thought I was the only one doing the teaching tonight, but she took the scene and turned into something way more exhilarating then I expected. The way she defied me at every turn brought out something untamed in me. She made me work for her obedience, and I loved every second of it.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge just as the doorbell sounds off. I can’t imagine who would show up
here at this time of night. I purposely live in a secluded area, so I don’t get many visitors. I don’t bother to grab a shirt and instead go straight to the door.

“
Emma? What are you doing here?” I ask when I see my little sister.

“Men are shit,” she announces as she brushes past me and drops her bag on the floor. I follow her into the kitchen and watch as she grabs herself a drink.

“Thanks for insulting me, then making yourself at home.”

“Not you. You’re not one of them.”

“Last time I checked I was a man.”

“Jude,
seriously, you’re my brother so I don’t see you that way.”

“So what did
Daniel do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I just needed to get away for the night
. Then he’ll realize how much he needs me.”

“Mind games. This is the reason why I don’t have time for relationships. So he pisses you off
, and let me guess…you pack a bag and don’t tell him where you’re going. So now he’ll be up all night wondering if you’re with someone else.”

“
Precisely.” She smiles angelically.

“
You’re getting married in a month. You’re going to need to cut the games and grow up.”

“You don’t understand. It’s like you said
. You don’t do relationships, so you know nothing about—”

The door to the basement stairs swings open
, and Kylie walks into the kitchen in a really tiny robe. Not good. Emma takes overprotective to a new level, and she never likes any woman I bring around her.

“I’
m sorry. I didn’t know you had company.” She clutches the front of the robe shut and smiles awkwardly.

“Who are you?”
Emma asks.

“This is
Kylie. Kylie, my sister, Emma.”

“Oh
, you’re his sister.” Her demeanor changes once she hears Emma’s my sister. “I’ll just go get dressed.” She hurries back through the door she came from, and Emma is on instant attack.

“What the fuck, Jude!
You can’t keep bringing home every trampy woman you meet.”

“Stop. You don’t even know her
, and you can’t come in my home and judge what I do.”

“What about
Kendra?”

“Oh God
.” I groan. After the earth shattering night I had, I don’t need Emma pissing me off. “What about her? She and I will never happen.”

“Never? I remember a time when you did happen.”

“Okay, so I fucked her once. That doesn’t mean there’s a future for us. We’re friends now, and she’s okay with that.”

“She’s not okay with that. She pretends to be.”

“Listen, I get it. She’s your best friend, and I should’ve never let anything happen between us, but now we’re really good friends and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“It’s not fair what you do to her. Sending every woman you fuck to her office to get checked out. How do you think that makes her feel?”

I throw up my hands. “She suggested it.”

“Yes, after we found your room of kinks downstairs. She just wanted to be sure you were being safe
, even though the thought makes her sick.”

“Can we stop now? You’re really fucking up a night that started
out well.”

“I’m sure it did. Any night you can find a whore to chain to your wall must be wonderful
.”

“You know something? You don’t have to like my lifestyle
, but you need to respect it.”

“I’m sorry, Jude
.” She sighs and walks over to me. “I just want you to be happy, and the string of women you bring down there won’t make you happy.”

“I don’t bring that many women down there, and I am happy. I’m happy my little sister is spending the night.” I grab her and wrap my arms around her. “Can we forget about our love lives and just be us tonight
?”

She pouts at me
then smiles. “Fine, but I’m just protecting you.”

“I’m the big brother. I’ll do the protecting.”

She stuffs her face into my chest and wraps her arm around me.