The C Word (Just a Word Book 1) (4 page)

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TWO PUMP CHUMP

I look down
at her hands and shake my head. I should know better, but I really can’t
resist. I look up into her eyes to search for any uncertainty, but she only
shows me determination. Closing one hand around both her wrists and pressing
them together, I turn to leave the kitchen, pulling her behind me.

She walks
quickly to keep up with my long strides, slamming into my back when I stop at
the table in the hallway and pull open a drawer.

“Umph!” She
huffs as the air gets knocked out of her.

“Sorry, you
ok?” I turn to face her, still holding both her wrists tight in my hand.

She nods and
then lowers her gaze. Maybe she’s having second thoughts.

“Are you sure
you want to do this?”

“Yes
absolutely.”

She looks
intent and it occurs to me. “It’s not very sexy this, is it?”

She frowns. “What
do you mean?”

“It’s like a
business deal.”

“Isn’t that
part of the territory so to speak?”

“What
territory?”

“This
dominance lifestyle.”

I laugh and
she looks confused, but a smile spreads across her face. “Don’t laugh at me
Maximus.” She shoves playfully at my stomach with her restricted wrists, but I
keep my grip. “I don’t fucking know what makes you tick.”

I can’t help
but soften towards her. I always give her a hard time because I assume she has
an agenda, but maybe she’s not so bad. I raise my eyebrows and without breaking
eye contact, slide open the drawer beside me that I had originally stopped by.
I pull out the length of rope stowed there. I release her wrists and they part
a few inches, but she still holds them out in offering.

Pulling the
two ends of rope from where they’re tucked releases the bundle and thirty feet
of rope falls to the floor. “First, pleasure, is what makes me tick.”

“I thought
maybe it was control?”

“Control is
everything to me. But only controlling myself. This is not my lifestyle. I do
it when the mood takes me and when it doesn’t, I have other ways of seeking
pleasure.”

“So it’s not
your lifestyle?” She eyes the rope I’m methodically pulling through my fingers
to find the bite, while I keep my eyes on her. “Yet, you have a perfectly tied
length of rope in your hallway drawer?”

I chuckle. “You
never know when the mood will take you Rose.”

I lay a
length of the doubled up rope across her parted wrists and then wrap it around
three times, to form a wide cuff for comfort. I’m partial to less comfort
myself, but since this is her first time I’ll go easy on her.

She laughs
nervously. “And what’s the other thing?” she asks, watching as I cross the
ropes in between her wrists and wrap them under and then back over.

I pause and
look at her quizzically.

“You said
first…”

“Oh yes.” I
cinch the rope sharply and it startles her. She gasps in surprise, I pass the
rope under one more time, making a loop with my fingers and pull the long end
through the loop creating a long lead. “Second,” I continue, tugging on the
rope as I speak, demonstrating that she is now bound and mine to pull around.

“Second...”
she prompts when I fail to finish.

I look up at
her and can’t fight the smile that runs the corners of my lips up. “If you call
me Maximus again, I’ll have to gag you.”

Rose presses
her lips together in rebellion. Shame, I think I’d enjoy those full lips
straining around a ball gag. I’d enjoy them straining around something else
too. Then it occurs to me, I haven’t even kissed her yet. Damn I’m an idiot.
This is pure escapism for me, a way to forget this very strange day; but I can’t
neglect.

I watch her
waiting anxiously for my next move and realise she’s really quite something, in
a slightly predatory way. You can hardly blame her for being this way, her
father is my father’s beta. She is expected to mate high up. And she is
stunning, she can have the pick of pack males. Strong, dark features, athletic
body that comes from having a ridiculously high metabolism, deep brown eyes
with flashes of amber and as I already noted, plump, lush lips that just beg to
be kissed.

Tugging hard
on the length of rope in my hand, I pull her against my chest, capturing her
face in my hands and pressing my lips to hers. She makes a small sound of
surprise and her bound wrists fidget between us as she tries to do something
more natural with them. I enjoy the awkwardness: it’s empowering to know that
she is feeling like a fish out of water, not even knowing how to stand. In a
few minutes, I’m going to make her forget who she is, never mind where to put
her hands.

All her
awkwardness fades though, when her lips part to allow my tongue entry and she
really sinks into the kiss. Her hands brush my hard cock as she relaxes them,
she startles, but then caresses it with her fingers as I slip mine into her
hair and take my sweet time making her knees tremble. Hmmmm, knees, now there’s
a thought. I still have the end of the rope in my hand, pressed into her hair,
the rest of it trails on the floor.

Releasing her
face from my hands, but still exploring her mouth, I begin to feed the rope
through my hand, making sure to place my foot over it where it still meets the
floor. As the rope pulls taught against my foot and the tension travels up to
her wrists, she breaks the kiss and looks down. I tug on the rope a little
making her arms strain towards where its pinned to the floor.

She glances
up at me wondering what I’ll do next and I answer by pulling the rope a little
shorter, she has to bend slightly as her wrists are drawn to the floor. She struggles
to meet my eye from her position and I pull her further down to make it
impossible. A couple of inches more and she finally succumbs and drops to her
knees, which allows her to look up at me once more.

Good girl.

I pull the
rope the final few inches and trap it to the floor with my foot, letting the
rest go. She adjusts her position and finds herself face to bulge. She looks up
grinning. I feel the rope strain beneath my foot as she instinctively tries to
reach for the zip, but finds it impossible. I tut and shake my head and lower
the zip myself, leaving my belt and button fastened. I sigh with relief when I
slide my hand inside and free my cock from it’s confined quarters.

Rose licks
her lips and leans forward with her mouth open, ready. I catch her chin in my
hand, pressing it closed and stroke my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Ah, ah, not
so fast.”

She pouts.

“You play
nice, ok?”

She nods
vigourously.

“No teeth,” I
warn.

She shakes
her head, “no teeth,” she promises.

A
little teeth
is good, but on this occasion, I think she should
keep them to herself. Those long canines I’ve seen when she shifts, included.

“Good girls
get rewards Rose.”

She smiles.

“Do you know
what bad girls get?”

“Punishment?”
she croaks. Heat spreading across her chest in a beautiful blush that reaches
her neck. So the idea of punishment turns her on. Interesting.

“No, Rose.
Bad girls get nothing.”

She swallows
hard and nods.

My cock
throbs in my hand and, cupping her chin with my other hand, I stroke it across
her lips.
 

“Open,” I
whisper.

Her tongue
wets her lips as they part and I slide in to her hot mouth.

I groan, damn,
that feeling is always so good. She takes over and pulls back until just the
head is in her mouth, licking around the rim and sucking until I moan. She
releases me and stares up at me as she licks the entire length, circling the
tip with her tongue before plunging down, taking me deep.

So deep that
for a second I forget that this is Rose. Rose! I’ve had some pretty good blow
jobs in my life, I think generally guys give the best head, but this is up
there. And it’s ROSE. My hands find their way into her hair and I gather her
long, dark curls all up into my fist. Using my hand full of hair, I guide her
movements, encouraging her to let go and allow me to control the depth. She
seems willing, so I push her harder, feeling my head in the tight confines of
her throat, willing her to swallow.

She gags. Oh
god! Even better. Nothing beats that reflex closing of the throat around your
cock.

Fucking heaven.

Her tongue
extends out, lapping towards my balls as she takes me to that gagging point
again.

Fuck. That
tongue.

Oh god. The
reflex again.

I yank her
off me by her hair.

Something
about this being Rose, who I have known all my life, is making it feel hotter
than it is. It’s like fucking my best friend’s sister. Taboo. Fucking hot
taboo. Her father fucks me occasionally to relieve the pressure, but I wouldn’t
call him a friend. Still, Rose is a no go, both by my own personal standards
and by pack proprieties. I’m not going to mate with her after all. It’s not
like it never happens, but pack is basically family, sex before mating is fine,
but it complicates the shit out of things if you do it on your own doorstep.

Still, it’s
not my door step is it? I chose a different life. To remind myself of this, I
use her mouth for a few more deep strokes until that wondrous reflex hugs me
again. Then I pull out and gather her up. Breathlessly she follows me as I lead
her by her tethered wrists to the bedroom, my still exposed cock leading the
way.

Hitting a
switch, I enter the room and the low level lighting comes on, casting shadows
and creating warm glows, just the way I like it. I lead her to the middle of
the room and throw the length of rope over an arm of the metal chandelier
hanging
 
over
head. Slowly pulling the rope, so that her hands are lifted above her head and
tying it off on the post of my bed. She glances up sceptically at the light
fitting.

“Relax,” I
tell her softly. “You can suspend two people off that. It was specially fitted.”

She swallows,
looking up again, then dropping her gaze to me, she quirks a brow, “so it’s not
your lifestyle, but you have specially fitted ‘people suspending’ chandeliers?”

I laugh, “You
might have me there.”

She wriggles
in her bindings and adjusts her feet. “No, I think you’ve got me. So what do
you plan to do with me?”

“I’m going to
make you come,” I whisper in her ear as I press up against her and wrap my arms
around her, grabbing her arse. “Over and over.”

She sucks in
a breath as I pull her flush against me. My cock presses into her and my hands
fist her dress, the floaty skirt seeming to go on forever as I try and find my
way under the hem. Damn, this thing isn’t that long, it finishes above her knee,
but it’s made of miles of barely there chiffon. I let go and step back,
noticing for the first time that she is rather dressy tonight.

I signal for
her to turn around with a twirl of my finger and hesitantly, she does as
instructed. I ache as she turns away from me and shows me how little back her
dress has. Bloody hell. I really wasn’t paying attention to anything but
getting rid of her when she turned up at my door. She is stunning and all
dressed up. I run my finger from the bow at her nape, down to the fabric of her
skirt that starts just above the cleft of her delightful arse.

“Shit Rose,
what were you dressed up for?”

“I had a
date.”

“Not a first
date I hope,” I growl, splaying my hand on the bare skin of her lower back that
I feel she should have hidden from the prying eyes and roaming hands of this ‘date’,
whoever he was.

“No,” she
replies with a tension in her voice.

“Oh?”

“It didn’t
work out.”

“Did he do
something?” I swear I don’t know where this protective streak is coming from.
Thirty minutes ago I couldn’t wait to get rid of her and now I’m ready to tear
the throat out of anyone who has done her wrong. I remind myself that she’s a
pack female and I would feel the same about any of them. Of course, I don’t
have any of the other pack females tied to my chandelier, so I don’t know who I’m
trying to kid.

“No,” she
sighs. “The opposite.
Fourth
 
date
and nothing. I don’t know
what a girl has to do. I went all out tonight. I decided if I went home alone,
I was done.”

“His loss,
Rose.” I step closer and lift the end of the tie that seems to hold the whole
dress together, pulling until the bow unravels and the dress flutters to the
floor. My gain, I think to myself as I study the curve of her lace covered
bottom.

I step around
her, stroking my hand over the soft skin just beneath her breast as she draws a
long breath. I’m so glad I have her tied like this. I don’t need it for my
security, all she needs to do is shift and she’s free. Besides it’s only when
she really loses control that I’ll have to worry and by then, I’ll have her
face down and under my control. No, I’m glad I have her tied like this so that
her body is on display for me.