Mr. Smith's Whip (8 page)

Taking her arm, Syb turned her away and to a bank of elevators. “Never think never, sweetness.”

“Did I say it out loud?”

“It’s written all over your face. We all have things that are completely off-limits, but the stocks are pretty tame in the scheme of things.”

“I guess…” Olivia conceded as the elevator doors opened.

“Girl-5-1-1 likes it.”

“Girl-5-1-1?” Stranger and stranger. If she came to a little bottle labeled
Drink Me,
she was outta here. And if Colin called her anything less than her name or an endearment, he could just kiss her ass. Her cunt fluttered at that, but she tried to shove it away. What she’d do and how he’d treat her was important.

Syb waited until the doors shut, closing away the scene, and she’d pressed the button for the fourth floor. “It’s her thing—and her Master’s thing. Some people like more objectification than others. Don’t judge.”

Olivia shook her head. “I’m not,” she vehemently clarified. “I’m just worried about what the hell I’m getting into.”

Her companion remained silent which Olivia didn’t find the least bit reassuring. Was the scene she’d just observed the sort of thing Colin had in mind for her? He’d said he was into exhibition, but she’d assumed he meant during sex. Her insides knotted.

Maybe she was making a mountain out of a molehill. With Colin, she was comfortable.

He never seemed to want anything that didn’t turn her on or to which she wouldn’t agree, even if she had initial hesitation.

Syb reached over and gave the chain connected to the clamps a tug. “Stop it,” she ordered. “Remember, trust him. The two of you will get nowhere without trust. I know this is new, but you must already trust him somewhat to have gotten to this point. Don’t take that away now. Or else leave.”

Olivia looked at her wide-eyed. “Leave?” Her whole being objected to that, even her over-active thoughts.

“Yes, leave. He’s a good guy. You shouldn’t mess with his head.” She almost laughed at the thought. A submissive messing with big, bad Dom, Mr.

Smith’s head? He could chew her up and move on. Or drop her at home and forget about her.

She wasn’t so important that what she thought was a big deal to him.

“You don’t have to worry about what I’ll do.” The rest of the trip was made in silence.

Soon, she was led into the room where Colin waited and suddenly everything made more sense.

His eyes darkened with possessive approval as he set aside the book in his hand and stood, waiting for her to come to him. Syb retreated without a word and it was only them, save for a few uninterested parties in other areas of the space that had been outfitted to look like a library—

a posh version with leather armchairs and a cheery fire. Still there were study tables and computer terminals scattered around the space while floor to ceiling shelves filled with books lined the walls.

And she was Colin’s own personal librarian.

“How may I assist you, Mr. Smith?” she asked quietly, her head slightly bowed as she stopped in front of him.

“My God, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Warmth swelled inside her, and some of her worry dissipated. This was right between them. As he watched her, she sensed an unspoken affection that wrapped them both in an intimacy she hadn’t seen downstairs. Perhaps it had been there and she hadn’t known, because it wasn’t
her
situation.

Colin twisted a loose tendril of her hair around his finger. “I want you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he commanded, his voice as even as if they were discussing the weather.

Here?
For once, she maintained enough control to keep in the question, but she was sure he saw it in her eyes. With some difficulty, she dropped to her knees before him. He backed away and sat in the brown, leather armchair he’d vacated. His arms laid on the rests as he waited, his face bland yet almost challenging.

Suppressing a sigh as she watched the fine scrap of control she’d had waft away, she scooted across the floor on her knees. The metal cuffs clanked against one another and underlined her ‘captivity’ and submission to her Master. Between his knees, she waited, staring at the ridge of his penis behind his zipper. He wanted her to give him head, but she had no idea what to do about his closed pants with her hands bound behind her.

“Problem?” he asked, gently stroking her hair.

She glanced up at him through her lashes. “I want to please you, Sir, but…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know…I mean…” God, she sounded like an untried virgin.

“Livvy. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you out…so I can…you know.”

He chuckled and she felt the camaraderie between them building like a warm comforting web growing thicker and tighter by the moment.

“You can do better than that,” he told her.

“Can you open your pants?” she tried. He raised an eyebrow and she knew he wouldn’t let her get away with that. Well, whatever. She was a big girl and she could use big girl language. She could be bold and she doubted very much that she’d shock him. She looked him in the eye. “Most of all, I want to please you,” she said. He gave a single nod, approval and pleased appreciation lighting his face as warmth filled his eyes and his lips curved into a small smile.

Leaning forward, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, taking his time and exploring her mouth. Her heart sped up. She leaned into him, relying on him for balance. Silent words filled her mind as she realized what she’d done, and though she wasn’t psychic and she knew it wasn’t really his voice, she guessed the words were exactly what he wanted.
Trust me, rely on
me, submit to me, let me take care of you… Please me.

When she was breathing heavily, he pulled back. Mere inches separated them, and the room shrunk to the small space surrounding them. It didn’t matter who else might be around, who else might see. This was their scene.

“Please open your pants,” she repeated. “I want your cock in my mouth. Sir.” Colin’s hand moved between them then flicked open his fly. He sat back while simultaneously guiding her forward. His cock loomed before her face. She wetted her lips as she gazed at the ruddy column of flesh. Large and well-formed, it curved slightly toward his belly as he waited. His fingers flexed in her hair as she looked at it. The smooth, mushroomed head twitched slightly while the vein twisting around his length throbbed.

Bending forward, she drew her tongue along the bottom ridge. He tasted of her and a saltiness that was purely him. She groaned at the combined flavor and worked her way to the head. A silky, droplet of pre-cum awaited her. She captured it on the tip of her tongue, savoring the smooth texture.

“Livvy,” Colin breathed.

In response, she opened her mouth and sank down over his cock, taking him as deep as she could without choking. His rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrated through her, urging her on. Her nipples brushed against the seat between his knees with each up and down movement.

Moisture swelled to her pussy at the sensation that was so much like palms tormenting her clamped tips. Each touch sent dull shocks from her nipples to her core and pulled her further and further from cognitive thought and deep into instinct.

Her cheeks sucked in around his shaft as she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of him in her mouth and the reactions sparking through her body. Pulling upward, she drew on the head of his cock. Colin’s fingers tightened in her hair as he pushed his hips upward and murmured pleasure-filled expletives under his breath. Releasing the pressure, she moved downward again and swirled her tongue along his length. Swept away by the scene, she quickly found her pace and lost herself in the rhythm.

Colin’s chest grew tight as she watched Olivia’s lips moving up and down his shaft.

Though he sensed she didn’t get around and didn’t have tons of experience, she had skills.

Already his balls were drawing upward as she applied and released pressure, pushing her tongue against his more sensitive spots. And watching her… After seeing Syb prepare her, he’d almost come when Olivia had walked into
The Dungeon’s
library, the sexiest librarian to ever fulfill a man’s fantasy. Her slim lines moved fluidly over him as she was forced by her binding to move her body up and down to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” he grated as her teeth lightly abraded the underside of his cock.

Enough. He needed in her. And he needed in her here. He was well aware of the other Doms watching as his sweet Livvy performed. Now they could see her beautiful orgasm.

“Enough,” he repeated aloud.

When she didn’t immediately respond, he gently tugged at the chain running between her neck and breasts. She hissed and looked up at him, her expression cloudy with the space she’d entered in her head. She was so fully immersed in pleasure, she was barely with him, except for the sensations—a wild thing bent on as much carnal fulfillment as she could get.

Her parted lips were shiny as she gazed up at him with those unfocused eyes. A light flush stained her upper chest, and her breasts appeared swollen with her arousal as she breathed heavily.

He helped her rise. She moaned as he pushed up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy.

Gently, he ran his thumb over her slit, feeling the moisture seeping from within. She trembled and moved her legs farther apart.

“Do you want me?” he asked despite the truth. He wanted her to say it. Along with trust, he wanted his submissives to speak their needs during sex.

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips canting forward as he slipped a finger into her cunt. Her slick passage tried to clamp around him as he pushed to her center. If he didn’t get balls deep in her soon, he’d explode. His thumb flicked over her clit and she hissed. “Yes…yes, Mr. Smith.” He bit back a grin. He loved it when she called him that. Her job required her to address him as ‘Mr. Smith’ and every time she did, he’d remember her like this, in the throes of passion.

Reaching an arm behind her, he brought her forward to straddle him. She leaned against his right shoulder while he grasped her upper arm to support her. His other hand splayed over her ass. Sliding it down, he caught his cock and guided it to her pussy. A low groan rasped from him as her heat enveloped his tip.

“Take me,” he ordered.

With a low cry, she sank onto his girth, her channel stretching to accommodate him. The fiery passage squeezed him as her muscles contracted. She whimpered as her body adjusted, but he didn’t give her time to fully stretch.

“Fuck me. Now,” he ordered. His hips jerked and he dug his fingers into one well-spanked buttock, knowing she’d feel the burn and it would stoke her fervor. Livvy instantly complied. Her breathing was heavy against his neck, each exhale accompanied by a tiny frenzied cry as she lifted over him, following his command. Over her shoulder, he saw her fingers clenching against her back as she worked her body over his. She was his—his captive, his submissive, his own personal sex slave, his mate…

Though it was difficult, he kept his hips as still as possible, making her give him pleasure and show her desire to please him. Her cries were growing in pitch, and he knew she was growing closer and closer to her orgasm. Each pistoning movement was accompanied by steadily stronger quivers of her cunt. Her body sucked at him, pulling, dragging him closer to their fulfillment.

“Take it,” he murmured to her. “Take my cum. Milk me and take it. Fuck me, slave. Fuck me hard, and show me what you want.”

“Mr. Smith,” she yowled into his neck. Her perspiration dampened his skin as she convulsed. Her body jerked as it clenched around him and she rocketed into her release.

Reaching down with both hands, he grabbed her hips and forced them up and down as her orgasm froze her. She gasped, her breaths catching with each inhalation. In a moment, her forceful plunges resumed though he could feel her reaction still rolling through her.

“Please,” she begged against him.

If she wanted him to stop, it wasn’t happening. His hand clapped down on her ass and she jerked then moaned. Oh, yeah, his Livvy liked a good spanking. In his sex-consumed state, he wondered what she’d think about his other tools. What would she think if he bent her over the study table and fucked her into the wood?

“Please,” she repeated. “Let me have your cum.”

“Livvy,” he groaned. Her words fisted around his balls. He jolted upward and grasped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he buried himself as deeply as he could. His eyes shut, and he gasped. His release poured from him, draining away years’ worth of need. The empty space was immediately refilled with desire for this woman, more intense than he’d ever felt for another. He’d often heard that men knew right away when they’d found the right woman, and he knew. In that moment, he vowed to never let her go as long as she was willing to stay with him.

They sank together in the chair. Though he would have liked to have stayed buried in her forever, or at least an hour, he pulled free. After adjusting his pants so the zipper wouldn’t dig into either of them, he arranged Livvy on his lap and pulled her skirt to cover her ass—his ass, he corrected. He’d been willing to share the view of it for the scene but no more. She curled into him, pressing her face into his shoulder. Carefully, he reached around her and unlocked the handcuffs. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He lifted her chin with his fingers and kissed her tenderly. “I never imagined I’d find something as precious as you in a library.”

She laughed quietly. “Sometimes, the best treasures are found hidden away with the books. Look what I found.”

His lips covered hers again, and his tongue slipped inside her mouth. He needed to be inside her again, to physically connect, even if it was only orally. Clapping hands sounded nearby, filling him with annoyance. He frowned at the interloper. The middle-aged man dressed in pristine black leather looked to be a poser—totally new to the scene and trying too hard to fit in. Even more, he didn’t know enough not to interrupt a Dom and his sub, especially in the aftermath of an intense moment when intimacy was needed.