Lock and Load (7 page)

She set the vase on a low table by the window and turned to see Beau taking in every detail of the room.

“Nice,” he commented. “I can definitely see you here.”

“You can?” That surprised her. “But you don’t really know me. Except at The Edge.”

“That’s what you think, sugar.” He threaded his fingers through her hair, loose tonight as opposed to ruthlessly restrained in the clip she usually wore. “I’d say you’re a woman who enjoys being just that—a woman. But you don’t want to let too many people see inside you.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “That sassy attitude you wear covers up a lot, but you know what?”

“What?” she whispered.

“Two nights ago you let down all the restraints.” Another quick press of his lips. “Remember? You held nothing back.” The tip of his tongue licked over her bottom lip. “Last night the sassy sub was back, the one who doesn’t think I know she’s fighting complete submission at every turn.”

Megan stared at him. How could he know that? Ever since discovering her submissive nature, since joining The Edge, she’d done her best to conceal that from everyone. She knew it was hard for her to let go of the woman in control she had to be in her professional life and give everything over to a Dom, a move that meant also giving complete trust. And she’d learned the hard way that trust could so easily be abused.

“I won’t let you down, Megan. Believe me.”

“H—How can I believe that? We don’t even know each other that well.”

“We all have trust issues,” he told her. “But you were able to let down all the bars the other night. Let’s see if we can do it again.”

Could she? Well, she’d brought him home with her, hadn’t she? A major step on her part.

She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I feel you holding back, too,” she pointed out.

“Hazards of the profession,” he told her. “Want to see if we can take the next step together?”

She nodded then wet her lips. “You’re—I’ve never brought a man home with me,” she said in a soft voice.

His eyes widened. “For real?”

“Yes. I never wanted to share my space with anyone before.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “I don’t want to feel like I’m invading here.”

Megan felt hysteria bubble up inside her. It seemed they both had issues that could only be pushed aside in the protected environment of a place like The Edge.

“You’re not.” She rested her hands on his shoulders. “I invited you here. I just wanted you to know it’s…not something I usually do.”

He studied her face for a long moment. “Why don’t we take this into a room where we’ll both feel more comfortable and see if, at least for tonight, we can leave the baggage at the front door.”

She wet her lips again then dipped her head just once. “I’d like that.”

God, I hope I’m not making a mistake.

She was nervous. Beau sensed it the moment they’d walked into her place. He’d like to think the slight trembling of her hands had more to do with the desire building inside her. But her confession that she never brought men here had clued him in. He’d have to tread very carefully here, not make a mistake. She had no problems with letting him dominate her at The Edge, but somehow he’d have to let her know that his control was a two-way street. He’d been trained by some very good Doms, who constantly reminded him that any relationship was a continued negotiation, until both the Dom and the sub reached a level at which they both felt comfortable.

The other night, for the first time, she’d fallen into complete subspace, a sign of trust. He would do nothing to injure her or abuse her. He didn’t want to lose that. Especially after learning that she hadn’t ever brought any other man here.

Her bedroom was a complex mix of her equally complex personality. He studied it carefully, taking in all the details, looking for some clue to the woman beyond The Edge. The comforter and the pillows on the bed were very tailored, but the colors were soft pastels. The windows were dressed with utilitarian blinds, but wall shelves held colorful whimsical figurines.

Beau turned to her, trying to figure out where to begin here. He was aware she had to have struggled with this decision. None of the sassy imp was present tonight, a realization that stirred feelings deep inside him. Even now he looked into her eyes and saw the remnants of the struggle she must have had with herself. But then her posture changed. She kicked off her shoes and stood with legs apart, head bowed, eyes downcast, hands clasped behind her back. Her signal that here, in her bedroom, in the environment of her private life, she was prepared to fully submit to him. His cock hardened with anticipation even as his heart stuttered at the honor she was bestowing on him.

Okay, then.

“Girl.” Using the word set the boundaries. “That dress makes my mouth water, but it’s time to take it off. Slowly.”

His heart nearly stopped when he saw that beneath the blue confection she wore a matching thong, a lacy bra and thigh high stockings. Holy fucking shit. Standing there she was every man’s wet dream.

With careful movement, still looking down at the floor, she removed the bra and tossed it onto a chair then shimmied very slowly out of the thong. But when she reached for the top of one stocking he shook his head.

“Not yet. Wait.”

He kicked off his own shoes and toed off his socks, then draped his uniform jacket and shirt over the back of the little chair that held her bra. Next came his uniform pants, the belt buckle making a loud snicking sound when he undid it. When he was down to his boxer briefs, he just stood where he was, taking in every inch of the woman standing before him, naked except for those damn sexy stockings.

He’d have to improvise tonight. He was sure Megan didn’t keep dungeon toys and equipment in her drawers or her closet. But he could be inventive, especially when it came to her. Being a Dom was about much more than just restraints and punishment. It was about control. And tonight, without all the accessories, he’d find out if she could submit to that control. From him.

He lifted her to the bed, her buttocks resting just at the edge of it.

“Hands over your head,” he ordered. “Link your fingers.”

Megan stretched her arms above her head, her breasts lifting to him with the movement. He noticed the trembling in her fingers as she locked them together and he hoped it was unfulfilled desire rather than nerves. Whatever happened tonight he would make it good for her. Better than good.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, completely in his Dom mode now. “Not even a little. No matter what I do. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She exhaled a tiny sigh. “Sir.”

Kneeling between her legs, he took the band at the top of one thigh high stocking in his teeth and slowly tugged it the length of her leg. He had a hard time concentrating because the scent of her musk was so strong now he wanted to just bend her over his knees, paddle her ass until she shrieked with need and drive his cock into her. But he had the feeling that tonight was about a lot more than just D/s sex. And he didn’t want to make a mistake, or rush things.

When he’d rolled the sheer material all the way to her ankle, he eased it over her foot and dropped it to the floor. Then he ran his tongue in a line from her ankle to the top of the inside of her thigh and back down again. She shivered beneath his touch but held herself as still as possible. He swallowed a smile. So far so good. Slowly he repeated the same process with the other stocking, licking her from ankle to thigh again.

Jesus
! She had the softest skin he’d ever touched, fragrant with the light floral scent of her shower gel.

“Whatever I do,” he told her, “you must continue to remain still. I am in complete control. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” The little hitch in her voice let him know she was as affected by what was happening as he was.

Holding her thighs apart, he traced his tongue the length of her slit then back up, before pausing to nip lightly at her clit. She jerked slightly at the contact, but then her body tensed with the effort to remain still.

If he hadn’t been so intent on what he was doing Beau would have executed a silent fist pump. She
wanted
him in control. More than just at the club. Here, in her bedroom, she was consciously submitting to him. This was so far removed from the casual encounters he’d had with others outside clubs, but he had to accept the fact that this was all that had been on his mind since two nights ago. He was taking a big emotional chance here, breaking his own rules, but oddly enough, he wasn’t afraid of it. Moving forward with this woman overrode everything else.

His hands on her thighs held her in place but not tightly. It excited him to realize it was his voice and his role as her Dom that provided the real control. He took his time lapping at her pussy, letting her taste roll around on his tongue. Nipping at her clit, tugging it lightly with his teeth. The flow of her juices let him know just how aroused she was, yet she kept herself tightly under control, waiting for his commands.

Holy shit
! Her taste turned him on as much as anything he could do to her. He forced himself to back off before his own self-control disappeared. Rising to his feet, he coasted his hands lightly over the rest of her body. She trembled beneath his touch but still held her position.

“You know what I’d love?” he asked, tweaking her nipples. “I’d love to see these pierced, with thin gold loops threaded through them. Have you ever thought of having that done?”

“M-Maybe.” A pale blush crept up her cheeks.

“I think you should do it.” He pinched them, hard, and felt them stiffen beneath his touch. “I want you to do it.”

“I—” She swallowed. “O—Okay.”

Beau bent over her body, putting his face close to hers. “But not unless I’m there to watch. I’ll decide when.”

She nodded, her eyes glued to his face.

“I want to watch you play with yourself. Bend your legs and put your heels on the bed, thighs wide apart.”

Megan shifted slightly to give herself better balance as she followed his orders.

“Look at me while you do it. Do not take your eyes away from me. And keep those pussy lips wide apart.”

With the fingers of one hand she spread the lips of her cunt. With the other she rubbed her clit, using a circular motion, over and over again. Beau couldn’t take his eyes away from the sight, the pink flesh darkening and now more slick than ever. Megan’s hips twitched as she increased the movement of her fingers and her heels dug more deeply into the covers on the bed. He could tell when she was just at the point of release.

“Stop,” he commanded. “Take your hands away.”

“But—“

He captured her gaze with his. “I gave you an order. Obey it.”

Reluctantly she did as he said, dropping her hands to her sides. Her chest heaved as she struggled with her breathing, her entire body quivering as she fought back the encroaching climax.

“Your hesitation displeased me. On your feet.” She pushed herself upright very slowly. “Now,” he snapped.

She slid off the bed until she was standing before him, bowing her head, but not before he saw the faint gleam in her eyes. She’d deliberately baited him, the little minx, knowing full well what she was doing.

“If you wanted a punishment session,” he told her, “maybe you should have come right out and asked me.”

“It’s not my place to do so.” Her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the hunger in it.

“It is if you ask permission,” he reminded her. “For that little lapse in memory, and a touch of impudence, I think a session is more than in order.”

He looked around the room, seeking things he could use. The first thing that caught his eye was his dress tie, hanging over the back of the chair with his jacket. Draping it around his neck he opened the door to her closet. Conveniently hanging at the front was a hook holding a couple of belts. Smiling to himself, he lifted one of them off and closed the door.

“Turn around and bend over the bed, girl. Hands behind your back. We’ll have an interesting little session here.”

She wet her lips, paused then positioned herself as he asked. Using his necktie, he bound her wrists together at the small of her back then took a moment to smooth his hand across the sweet curve of her ass. Before this night was over he was going to fuck her there, and then she’d be completely his.

Is that what I really want? That commitment?

But it seemed he couldn’t help himself where she was concerned. And what the fuck was that all about?

He tested the knots in the tie then, leaning forward, brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her cheek.

“Such a sweet girl. And such a beautiful ass. But even more gorgeous when it’s flaming red.”

He wrapped the end of the belt with the buckle around his hand, took a deep breath and applied the belt to her skin.

Thwack!

The leather made such a satisfying sound on her skin, emphasized by the shriek that escaped from her lips, swallowed almost as soon as it burst forth. Her entire body clenched against the sting of the blow, but then he could see her forcing herself to relax. Nudging her feet even farther apart, he delivered the second stroke then a third. Each time the belt smacked against her ass it left a bright red stripe. Watching the red heat spread over her buttocks made his dick flex in response. He paused a moment to wrap his fingers around the swollen shaft, using his thumb to spread the fluid already beading at the slit over the soft skin of the head.

He swallowed a laugh when Megan writhed on the bed, wriggling her ass temptingly at him, silently urging him to get back to it. She might scream when the pain surged through her, but she craved it as much as her next breath.

He took up the cadence again, applying the leather to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. At one point he nudged her feet farther apart, his eyes taking in the dampness that had spread to her inner thighs. He forced himself to stop at twenty, knowing anything beyond that could be dangerous. But he’d achieved his purpose. Megan was panting and sobbing, even as she kept pushing herself back toward him. When he placed one palm over her buttocks the heat warmed his hand. He bit each cheek gently, sparking a surge of pleasure through his body.