Finding You (12 page)

Laying back down he kicked the covers down.  The bed smelled like her and it pissed him off.  Maybe making her stay in her own room was the right thing to do.  This was his personal space. He had never had anyone in his bed and look what the fuck happened the minute he did. He was turning into a pussy. 

He tossed and turned for a while.  Eventually the anger started to disappear but the one thing he couldn’t get out of his head was how scared she was when he found her.  She had clung to him, needing him and regardless of how much that scared the hell out of him he had never had anyone need him and it felt…nice.  Yeah, he was definitely turning into a pussy.

An hour later he was still staring at the empty space beside him.   He had never been scared of anything in his adult life until that beautiful brunette who just tried to shut him out moved into his house.  He had always prided himself in being unattached but the longer he lay remembering the feel of her body against his he had to be man enough to admit this was becoming more than he had planned for.  She was getting under his skin.  He wasn’t sure how it happened but it had and her walking out on him wasn’t going to cut it.

He picked up his phone. 

Ian:
My room…now!

Within a minute he heard her foot steps outside his door.  After waiting outside a few seconds she finally walked in.  When she finally got close to the bed he could tell she had been crying and wasn’t that just a punch to his chest.  Fuck, he was a wreck and obviously she was too but he couldn’t let her run from him anymore.

“Don’t ever walk out on me again.  Do you understand me?”

She nodded her head.  “Yes sir.”

Her body trembled and he knew what she needed.  She wouldn’t ask for it even though he had told her to.  Removing her shirt and then sliding her pants down so that they pooled at her feet, he laid back and pulled her on top of him. 

“Ian, I don’t know…what…to do.”

“You will baby.  You don’t need a book to teach your body this.”

He sat up and nestled her over his erection.  He reached towards his nightstand but she grabbed his arm to stop him.  He had never gone bare back in his life but as he nudged her entrance and felt her heat there was no stopping.

He listened to her soft moans as she slid down his length. 
MotherfuckingSonofabitch. 
He had always been perfectly happy with condoms.  Never knew it any other way but this was fucking incredible.

She sat up extending her back and thrusting down on him.  He could feel the ends of her long brown hair tickling his thighs as she arched her back, her head thrown back.  She was fucking incredible.  Beautiful breasts with hard nipples just begging him to take them in his mouth.  Grabbing her hips he slammed her body down.  Thrust for thrust she met him.  He felt her muscles tighten. 

“Please Ian,” she whimpered.

Was there anything any better than having her beg him for release?  Hell. No. There. Wasn’t. 

“Not tonight baby, tonight you don’t ask.  Come every time you can.”

She pushed down on him one more time and he felt her wetness soak around him as her muscles contracted around him.  Tiny sounds emitted from her as her orgasm engulfed her and she ground down on him riding out the pleasure. 

When she finished and her legs stopped quivering he rolled her over.    Lifting her knees against his chest he slowly sank back into her warm heat.  With each stroke she gasped.  Her toes curled against his sides and for a few seconds she stopped breathing before she finally screamed through her second orgasm as he hammered into her.  God she was beautiful

She was intoxicating, like a drug he couldn’t get enough of and he wasn’t near finished with her.  Tossing her legs over his shoulders refusing to slow down for her to catch her breath she locked her feet behind his head and with a few more hard thrusts he set her off again.  “
Ahhh,”
she cried.

Finally after her fifth orgasm she did what he had been waiting for.  She screamed his name.  When her fingernails pierced the skin on his back he couldn’t hold back anymore.  He drove in deep and shouted out as he spilled inside her.

In the aftermath of erotic bliss, she nestled against him; His chest to her back as he held her in his arms.  Closing her eyes, sleep was about to take her when his voice startled her.

“Let me in Nova,” he asked peppering her back with feather soft kisses.

She stayed silent.  He was slowly chipping away at her resolve and she knew he suspected there was more that she hadn’t told him but she couldn’t.  If she let him in she would push him away and she couldn’t risk that.  She wouldn’t. 

Lying perfectly still, she hoped he would just give up but he continued to caress her back.  He was trying to make her feel safe.  He wanted her to open up and confess sins so dark he couldn’t imagine but she wasn’t stupid enough to see that he was hiding something himself.   

“If I let you in, you have to let me in.”

His soft caresses stopped and eventually he rolled over.  He never answered her.

Eventually he drifted off to sleep and when he did she got up and went to her bed.  She had her own secrets to protect and now she knew without a doubt that he did too.  If she was to even consider telling him he would have to trust her enough to do the same for her. 

Three weeks had passed, he still hadn’t divulged anything about himself and she hadn’t asked.  When he was ready he would talk or maybe he wouldn’t. 

After class, she hurried home.  She had an engagement planned with Ian.  It was the first that had come up on her calendar. 

When she got home a black Versace dress waited on her in her room.  She dried her hair and straightened it.  It would be the first time Ian would see her without her mound of wavy locks.  She wanted to be different.  She liked playing dress up.  She liked playing someone else. 

The dress was beautiful, but she wouldn’t expect anything less from Ian.  He had impeccable taste.  As she slid the straps over her shoulders she stared down at her breasts that were pushed up much higher than she thought possible.  No doubt Ian probably knew that too when he picked the dress. 

Slipping on the Stiletto’s that came with the dress, she dropped her lipstick and powder in her clutch and went to wait on him. 

“Wow,” he said taking her in as he walked in the front door.

“You like,” she asked batting her eyes at him.

“Your hair is beautiful like that and so are these,” he said bending down to kiss the top of each of her breasts.

“Is sir pleased,” she asked stepping into him.

“Sir is very pleased.  Is Roberta still here?”

She shook her head.  “No, it’s just the two of us.”

“Good because you look too good to go without fucking.”  He reached down to lift her skirt.  When his fingers found bare skin he breathed in hard.  “That is mine sweetheart.  Did I tell you that you could walk around without it covered?” 

“I wasn’t walking around for anyone, sir.  I was walking around for you.”

“And why would you do that Nova?”  He asked slowly running his fingers through her very wet folds. 

She licked her lips in anticipation.  “Because it belongs to you, sir.”

Evidently that was what he needed to hear because the next thing she knew he had unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard cock. 

“Bend over Nova.  Let me show you what I do to little girls who don’t ask for permission to go without underwear.”

Careful not to let him see her smile she walked over to the stairs and bent over.  Her stiletto’s made her legs look even longer than they already were.  Her 5’9 frame against his 6’3 frame was dramatically changed with her four inch heels. 

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Fuck yes
, he thought as he lifted her dress, positioned his cock and drove it in to the hilt.  She was as hot as fire and he’d bet he knew exactly what she had been doing. “Having you been touching yourself today Nova?”

She giggled.

She loved being punished.  In just a few weeks her fears of his playroom had disappeared.  There was still so much he had to show her but she met him willingly with every twisted thing he offered her.  She was so fucking perfect for him.

“When we get home sweetheart you go straight to my room.  I will punish you for your indiscretion.”

“Yes sir,” she said smiling back at him as he proceeded to fuck her senseless.

Dinner was blah in terms of excitement but he knew that when he invited her.  This was a business meeting and he had asked her to accompany him so she could gain some professional experience.  He had been negotiating with a Russian company and they had flown to Boston to further discuss his business proposition. 

He honestly expected her to get bored at some point but she listened inquisitively seeming to take in the experience with a resounding interest.  Only Nova would think this better than a night out of dinner and dancing. 

As the conversation lingered on, he knew she wasn’t following his strategy.  He had been very blasé throughout the entire dinner. His two Russian guests were already on their third drink and the only thing that had truly seemed to capture their interest wasn’t the potential multimillion dollar deal they were working on, it was the beautiful women beside him.  He had figured as much would happen, it was his other reason for inviting her.  Also the reason for the dress he had chosen.

Ian leaned back resting his hand over her shoulder.  The Russians’ were no longer listening to him.  Their attention was on his hand as it slowly dropped from her shoulder and gently ran across the swell of her breasts.  They couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Nova hid her phone under the table and text him. 

Nova:
Your associates are eye-fucking me.  Is this your plan?

“Excuse me,” he said picking up his phone.  He typed quickly. 

Ian:
Absolutely, but it’s me and only me who will be fucking you tonight.  Don’t forget your punishment.  Behave or you won’t come at all.

When she read the message he didn’t miss the whimper or her pretty lips as she started to pout.  All the men at the table noticed it too.  They spoke in Russian to one another never guessing that she understood perfectly what they were saying.  He knew she was fluent in three languages but he had never let on that he knew.  Tonight, he was glad that he hadn’t. 

He was honestly surprised she sat and listened to them for as long as she did but when she finally had enough she stood up. 

Ian clutched her hand as she leaned over the table and ranted back to them in their own language.  He wasn’t completely fluent but he was sure she had said ‘cocksucker’ at least three times before she knocked a glass of water in one of their laps and headed for the door. 

The Porsche was waiting when he made it outside. 

“I should be mad at you for using me like that” she said sitting down in the passenger seat.

I had prepared myself for this to go several different ways.  Of course her being mad was the most likely.  I reached down for a napkin.  “But you’re not?”

“Are you kidding me that was awesome.  I never get to talk to anyone that way.  It was sort of liberating actually.”

Well, that he definitely didn’t expect. 

He turned on his blinker and pulled out into traffic.

She giggled.  “I kept waiting on you to say something.  To make them stop but you just sat there like you were taunting me to handle it.”

She sat quiet for just a minute.  “I guess I ruined your business deal?”

“There is no business deal, but not because you ruined it.”  He reached over and run his fingers down the valley of her breasts.  “Nothing clouds my judgment when it comes to business.  Not even this.  I don’t work with people who aren’t as serious about business and money as I am.”

“I must have missed that strategy in class.  Maybe we should ask for a refund.”

He smiled at her.  He had become fond of the playful person that she was.

“They won’t teach you that one in Harvard baby but if you want to learn something from me, don’t let anything cloud your judgment.  Business decisions should be sound.  Even if you are looking at the most lucrative business deal you can imagine, don’t think past looking at who you will have to work with to make it happen.  I’ve seen solid businesses crumble solely because of the people at the top.”

“So in other words, know who I am going to bed with and make damn sure I know how they will perform?” 

“There is nothing worse than a lousy lay sweetheart.”

At the house she undressed and went straight to the room.  She knew the routine all too well, naked and kneeling, that was what he liked.

“Tell me how many times you touched yourself today?”

She starred at his bare feet.  “Twice,” she admitted.

“Get up.”

She stood and walked to what she called the saw horse.  She didn’t particularly like it and he knew that.  She was certain that was why he chose it. 

He tied her feet to each leg, bent her over the soft padding and tied her hands.  She had absolutely no room to move. 

“You are two ahead of me today it seems.  Perhaps as your punishment I should catch up before I let you come.” 

She groaned. 

He swatted her ass and she yelped. 

“You disagree it seems.  Perhaps I should catch up and not let you come at all.  Does that sound more appealing to you?” 

Oh hell no
.  “Please sir, I’m sorry I groaned.”

He laughed.  “I thought so.”

She had already started to sweat. The leather under her stomach and breast was soft but with Ian’s constant caressing of her skin and the little friction she could achieve being strapped down to this bastard of a thing, her skin was heating up quickly.  She figured he was counting on that as well.  He wouldn’t make this easy on her.  He never did.

“Do you know how beautiful you are sweetheart?  Spread out for me.  You’re mine to do with as I please, mine to punish as I see fit.  Tell me sweetheart, shall I withhold your orgasms or should I give you a firm reminder not to disobey me?”

She whimpered.

With feather soft touches he caressed the inside of her thighs.  She could feel the moisture pooling, it wouldn’t be long before it started running down her leg.  This is what Ian did to her.  He could turn her inside out with desire with nothing more than a soft touch or the sound of his voice.

Kneeling in front of her he gathered her hair from her face. “Have I not specifically forbid you from touching yourself without my permission?”

Straining to look up she almost melted when she looked into his eyes.  The deep chocolate brown was burning with desire.  “Yes, sir,” she replied licking her dry lips.   

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

She didn’t answer.  She would take her punishment before she would ever admit it out loud.

Dropping her hair he walked behind her.  She jerked when he pinched her clit.  “Cat got your tongue?”

Still she said nothing.

“Coercion, then it is.”

Smack!!!!

“Ahh!” she screamed trying to grip the legs of the saw horse with her tied hands.  Damn, she had hoped for the flogger.   

Smack!!!! 

The sting from the paddle made her backside burn.  She hated that damn paddle and he knew that too. 

“Ten times for each time you touched yourself, makes twenty…
Smack!!!...
Sweetheart
.”

She tried to stay focused on counting, each sting making it more difficult to pay attention.  After the fifteenth tears rolled feverishly down her cheeks dripping on the carpet below her.  By the time the twentieth was over she was a sobbing mess but she had endured it, until….
Smack!!! 
She didn’t miss count that was twenty one.

“Answer my question Nova or I keep going.”

She hesitated. 

Smack!!!!

“Fuck Ian.”

He rubbed her burning backside.  He couldn’t help but admire his handy work.  Her ass was a beautiful pink but he knew if he pushed her much further the pink would turn to red then she would bruise.  “Answer my question Nova.  Why do you keep touching yourself when I have specifically told you not to?”  He knew the answer.  He knew exactly why she did it but he wanted her to admit it to herself, he wanted her to admit to him.

“I…I.”  She wouldn’t say it.

Smack!!!!

“Oh God Ian, I…I”

“Tell me sweetheart, why do you defy me?”

“I love it when you punish me,” she screamed as the paddle hit her one last time. 

He watched as her body collapsed. If he didn’t have her tied down, he knew she would be in the floor.  He had pushed her harder than he ever had before.

He untied her hands then her legs checking each to make sure that she wasn’t chafed.  Carefully he picked her up as she wept in his arms.  Her admission had exhausted her.  Careful to keep her direct weight of her ass he laid her on the bed then pressed his lips to hers. 

“You did well baby.”

He curled in next to her and within minutes she was asleep. 

When she woke up he was still holding her. 

“Ian.”

“I’m here baby,” he said pulling her closer.

She rolled over to him, his eyes meeting hers knowing exactly what she needed.  Tonight had been about punishment but her honesty had earned her a reward.

“Tell me baby.”

“I need to feel you inside me, Ian.”

Her eyes, her desperation bound them.  This was what he needed.  He needed her to need him more than she needed anything else and now she did. 

He melted into her mouth.  She had no idea what her words had done to him, she wanted him just as he was.  For all the kinky things he had pushed on her she was still here.  She accepted him and she wanted him and there was nothing more perfect in his world than this.

Voluntarily he did something he had never truly done before, he made love to her.  Not because she needed it, but because he wanted to.  For hours they touched and nibbled and explored each other’s bodies.  There was no connection ever greater than what they shared.  He had fucked her tenderly before but never had he ever made love to her, never had he made love to anyone.   She wasn’t anyone though, she was his and he wanted nothing else but her.