Yes, No, Maybe (2 page)

for a living, women who took care of themselves or spent their ‘vacation’ under the knife of a skilled

surgeon.

“Mia? Baby?”

She looked up to find him sitting on her chair’s arm. “Yes?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…I was just thinking of something.”

He looked at her in silence before tracing her lips with his thumb. “I’m strong, you know.”

Closing her eyes at his words, she felt tears pool in her eyes. God, she hated being like this. “I know.”

“Trust me,” he whispered, his breath meeting hers as her lips opened on a sigh.

“You know I do.”

“With everything?”

Her eyes opened and caught his gaze. “What?”

“What if I pick one item of your list and organise it? Will you trust me when I say you’ll like it? Will you let yourself go all the way?”

She licked her lips. “What item?”

He smirked. “I ain’t saying, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Kevin, I—“

His mouth found hers and as she groaned under the sweet assault, she forgot she’d wanted to say

something. Like ask him whether that included the Maybe items too or just the Yeses. Shit, maybe she

should have thought a bit more when she’d answered. His tongue slipped between her parted lips and

she let go, too caught up in the sensations stirring her body to worry about the future.

They made love that night and when Kevin got to her and realized how wet she was, he nearly patted

himself. Seemed like the List was working already. Now he just needed to organise a little surprise for

his wife…

Mia was reaching for the stubborn bottle of detergent at the back of the kitchen cabinet when

something slammed into her. She went flying down, managing at the last minute to grab hold of the

jamb. “What the hell?”

“Don’t move your head,” a strange voice announced behind her. Her arms were jerked back and she

hissed in pain. “Don’t scream or you’ll regret it,” the man admonished as he tied handcuffs around her

wrists.

She felt her eyes widen at the sound of her freedom clicking away. “Who are you?”

“No one. Don’t move your head,” he repeated as he wrapped something over her eyes, effectively

blinding her. She tried to blink but the material was too thick. “There.” He tugged on the cuffs, forcing her to stand up on shaky legs. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“Shut up! Did I say you had the right to speak?”

She slammed her mouth shut. Shit. What was going on?

He directed her through the house and as she stumbled on a step, she knew without a doubt where

they were going. The bedroom.

“I don’t think—“ A slap landed on her ass. Hard. “Hey!”

“I said, don’t talk. Next time I’ll make it worse.”

How much worse could it be? she wondered then realized she was dresssed and the slap had been

cushioned by the denim. Considering her butt cheek still tingled, she wasn’t sure she wanted another

one of those.

“In here.” He pushed her all of a sudden and this time she did more than stumble, she fel down

straight onto her knees. Pain lanced up her thighs, making her groan. The man didn’t seem to care

however as he wrapped his fingers in her hair and squeezed. “Such a perfect position. You were made

for this, baby, weren’t you?”

Oh god no, Mia felt her throat dry up. She didn’t want to give him pleasure, didn’t want to feel him in

her mouth.

He never gave her a choice however. His hands left her head and she heard the sound of a zipper being

drawn down then a sigh of relief. Fingers bit into her cheeks just before he pressed her lips open.

“Wider,” he grunted as he pushed the tip of his cock between her teeth. “And don’t fucking think of

biting me.”

She hadn’t thought about that at all! She was too busy wincing in pain: her knees were killing her, her

arms were bent behind her, she was blindfolded and now she had an anonymous dick in her mouth!

“That’s it, suck me. Make it good.” The man’s hands found their way once more into her hair, cupping

the back of her head as if to give her directions.

Mia forced herself to relax her throat as he slid in then surged back. She breathed easier for all of a

second before he pushed between her lips once again.

“I ain’t here to do all the work, ya know. Suck me! Use your teeth! Come on!” His voice sounded

agitated and she realized how right she’d been when his fingers digged into her scalp.

She hissed but he just kept on fucking her mouth as if he had all the time in the world. When she felt

him pull back, she twirled her tongue around his head and sucked on the precum there.

He groaned, the sound harsh in the otherwise silence. Then he did something she hadn’t expected: he

stepped away.

“What?” She found herself asking before she had the good sense to clamp her lips shut.

“I have other plans for you.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her upright. She swayed on

her bare feet, feeling weirdly senseless with her arms tied at her back and her eyes covered. She had

no sense of direction left, she realized as he pushed her further into a room. Her thighs bumped into

something and he grunted, “Hold still.”

She heard his clothes shuffle, guessed he’d moved away, then another sound rang. The snip snip of

scissors. Oh god. Shivers run up her spine. “No.”

“I’m not asking for your opinion.” He was suddenly in front of her and she felt cold metal on her

collarbone. He traced it with studied slowness, her breathing hitching as she wondered what he was

going to do. He wouldn’t hurt her surely. He wanted something from her and he wouldn’t get that if

she started bleeding. Right?

Sharp edges glided down over her t-shirt, not bruising her but scaring her just as much. The scissors

stopped when they reached the hem of her top before moving back up. This time however, they were

cutting through thin cotton.

He was cutting her clothes off! A wave of relief washed through her. That lasted until he did the same

to her bra and then she saw red. She’d loved that bra! “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What did I say about not speaking up?” he warned as he pressed the sharp points into her stomach.

She sucked it in and gulped. “Sorry?”

“That’s better,” he approved as he began cutting away at the thick denim. “Hold on tight, this is gonna

be more difficult.”

She was pretty sure he’d nicked her once or twice by the time the shorts fell away from her. Then he

simply grabbed her panties and tore them off her body. She was naked in front of him but she still

couldn’t see anything. She didn’t know what he was thinking as he looked at her, couldn’t guess at his

reaction. She hated it.

Harsh hands grasped her hips, forcing her around until she was bent over the end of the bed. She

squealed but he ignored her and her weak attempts to dislodge him. He was already pressed tight

against her naked back, his balls brushing against her cuffed hands. One knee parted her thighs and

then he was there, thrusting into her with one long push.

“Shit,” she gasped. She wasn’t ready, damn it! She wasn’t wet enough for someone his size. But he

didn’t care; he just kept on pounding away as if she was just there for his pleasure. Like a blow-up doll made of warm flesh.

“Too hard for you?” he taunted as he grabbed her breasts from behind. His fingers closed around her

nipples and squeezed.

She closed her eyes under the blindfold at the overwhelming sensation. Even if she didn’t want to like

it, she could feel herself start to get wetter. Her hips were picking up his tempo, rocking back against his pounding cock with ease. Damn treacherous body!

“Feel this?” He suddenly drew out of her and brushed his length against her clenched fingers. “Feel

how much you want me?” He coated her skin with her own juices, forcing her hands to close around

him. “You asked for this, remember? You want this. You want me.”

Her lips formed the word “No” but nothing came out. Because she couldn’t deny it, not with the proof

now smeared over her fingers.

He chuckled and pushed back inside her, stopping when he was in to the hilt. “I’m gonna fuck you hard

now and you’re going to come.”

It wasn’t a question.

But he was right. By the time he started grunting, his nails digging into the skin of her hips, she was

close to the point of no return. He’d moved her body slightly so that the angle of his thrusts had

changed. And the more he rammed into her, the more she gasped. Her walls felt too sensitive all of a

sudden, his cock too big for her. But she knew better than to complain so instead she pressed her face

on the bed’s coverlet and held on.

And suddenly she was coming. She screamed as pleasure hit her, her breasts tingling as they brushed

against the bed. He roared behind her and swore, spilling himself inside her. His hands clamped tight

on her waist, he bit the side of her neck so hard she jerked up. He wasn’t finished coming though and

she couldn’t go anywhere, not until the last drop was wrenched out of him.

He slumped on top of her, making her grimace. He was too heavy and she really wanted to get untied;

she needed to be able to breathe better too.

“Fuck,” he groaned behind her as he pulled his cock out of her with a wet sound. “That was amazing,

baby.”

“Can you get the cuffs off? My arms are killing me.”

“Sure.” He quickly unlocked them before sending them flying to the nearest table. “Are you okay,

Mia?” He jerked the blindfold off and she blinked at the sudden sunlight.

“I’m fine.” She grinned at her husband, looping her arms around his neck. “That was great.”

“Yeah, it was,” he commented as his hands cupped her bare butt. “Let’s do that one again in the

future.”

“Sounds good.” She leaned on her toes and brushed a quick kiss on his lips. “That bite was a bit much

though. And the scissors too.”

“Were they? But they fit my persona.” He smirked down at her, obviously pleased with his creativity.

She couldn’t fault him on that one, she realized. He’d been great, had completely taken her by

surprise. Had even scared her. The thrill had been a major kick and she could already feel herself

wanting more. “Should we go take a shower? I’ve worked up a sweat. Fear will do that to you, you

know.”

Kevin’s eyes lit up. “You don’t say. I guess that could be arranged. I do have the day off after al .”

“You sneak!” She hit his shoulder as she brushed past him, en route to the bathroom. “You told me you

wouldn’t be back before tonight!”

He chuckled as he followed her, his gaze on the ass he loved. “All in the name of fun, baby, all in the

name of fun.”

Chapter Five: You’ve Been Naughty

“So I heard you were injured at today’s training session,” someone whispered in his ear.

He jerked up and groaned when the sudden movement made him bump his ankle against the coffee

table. “Mia!”

“Yes?” she asked, her tongue playing with his earlobe.

“Not now, babe. I’m in pain and I can’t find the fucking painkillers. Where did you put them?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“Well, find them! I can barely walk and I’m tired of…” His voice trailed off when his wife rounded the

corner and appeared in front of him. “What—“ His mouth snapped shut. She was wearing a white and

incredibly tight dress. He could discern the edges of a bra and thong beneath the white satin, could

even guess at the fishnet stockings running up her legs. Then he spotted the white hat adorned by a

red cross perched jauntily on her head and laughed. “Oh baby.”

She put a hand on her hip and stared down at him. “You’ve been naughty.”

“I have?”

“You do not talk this way to your nurse, do you understand?” She grabbed the stethoscope that hung

between her cleavage and tugged it off. “Do you hear me?” He didn’t answer, too caught up in her

play-acting to realize he was supposed to play a role too.

She whacked the metal end on his uninjured leg, making him hiss in pain. “Hey!”

“Are we clear, Mister McIntyre? I am in charge here.”

“I don’t think so.” He instantly rebelled, crossing his arms over his chest in an instinctive gesture.

“Is that right?” She hooked the stethoscope back before her hands drifted to her dress’ neck. She

unhooked the first two ties and bent down towards him, holding herself up with her palms flat on the

coffee table. “Do you see this, Mister McIntyre?”

He gulped. “Yeah.”

“This can be yours if you start behaving nicely. Good boys get rewards in this unit, you know.”

“Do they?” He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts, barely covered by a bright red sheer bra.

“Yes, so what will it be?” She stood back up slowly, smoothing the dress over her hips.

He knew the gesture was intentional but he couldn’t help but follow the way her hands caressed her

clothed flesh. He wanted it to be him touching her. For a second, he completely forgot about his ankle

or the pain lancing up his leg. He stood up and made a grab for her but she sidestepped away from

him. And he swore loudly as he put all his weight on his injured foot, nearly sending him to the floor.

“Fuck!”

“See, that’s what happens to naughty boys. They do things they shouldn’t and then they get hurt!” She

appeared in front of him and pushed him back down to the sofa, arranging his leg across the coffee

table so it laid flat. She fussed over it, tried a cushion before rejecting it then finally she looked up and caught his gaze. “That’s better. I’ll go and find your medication. Until then, play nice.” She flounced out of the room, fully aware he was staring at her with hungry eyes.