Take Me (The Submission Games Book 2) Page 16

  He’s rock hard, and I can’t wait anymore.

  I crawl up to him on the bed, and throw a leg over, straddling him.

  “Bareback?” he whispers.

  I nod.

  “You know what that means.”

  I gently kiss him. “That I’m ready to deal with any consequences of us. That we’re next level. That nothing’s coming between us ever again.”

  He nods. “I love you.”

  “I love you.” I lean forward and reach down, taking his cock and rubbing the tip up and down my pussy so he can feel how turned on I am.

  He groans. “I love that.”

  And then he can’t talk at all—and neither can I when I sink down and start riding him. The sight of him, tied to my bed, does things to me. Things that make my hips go wild with him inside me.

  He pulls at the small amount of slack that he’s got, tipping his head back on the pillow, and I wonder what he’d look like blindfolded like this, and my pussy quivers.

  “Jesus, Tessa, I can fucking feel you getting wetter.”

  And I can feel him getting harder, and I lean down to ravage his mouth with mine, nipping at his lips, gently pulling his hair, sucking his tongue as he meets me thrust for thrust.

  And then I sit up and stop moving.

  “What, what’s wrong?”

  I smile. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

  He laughs. “Oh that’s mean.”

  I pinch his nipples. “That’s mean, what?”

  He tips his head down to try and nibble my fingers. “That’s mean, Mistress.”

  “I know. Fuck me for ten hard thrusts.” I’ve barely got the last word out before he’s frantically bucking his hips, nearly tossing me off with the strength of his thrusts, but he stops at ten and I’m able to uncurl my toes.

  Pretty sure that made my eyes cross.

  “Now what, Mistress?” His voice is thick with desire.

  I bring one hand to my clit, and with the other, I begin tweaking one of my nipples. “Now you lie there and I’m going to make myself come while you’re inside me. And you’re not allowed to move until I say.”

  His eyes widen then narrow, hooded with arousal as I do exactly what I said I would, keeping eye contact the whole time I’m impaled on him, hand dancing over my clit. I grow tighter and wetter, and he grits his teeth until waves of warmth start rippling through my belly and core and I grab his shoulders and slide up and down his hard length. “Now you may move.”

  He grinds me through my own orgasm, pushing up as hard as he can, his cock nudging me so deeply it almost hurts, but I savor the sharp edge of the pleasure.

  “Please.”

  I blink down at him, confused. “What?”

  He never came.

  He’s waiting for me to tell him he can come, and affection slams through me almost as hard as my orgasm. “Come with me, Mark,” I strain through clenched teeth.

  I swear, he comes so hard I feel the hot spurts inside me before he goes still, chest heaving.

  His hands are still tied to the bed. I lie down on his chest, basking in the peaceful release.

  This felt perfect...but...I sit up and trail my hands down his chest.

  “What’s wrong?” He frowns.

  This can only work if we’re completely honest with each other. “I’m worried you’re only subbing to me because you want me back or think you have to do it to get me back. Don’t get me wrong—as a gesture, this means so much more than you’ll ever know. But I don’t want you to do something you’re not into. That’s not what I want for us.” I caress his face. “We need to be true to ourselves. We can be together without you submitting to me—I have other subs I can share this part of myself with if you don’t truly want this.”

  “I know there are things you’re into that are a bit more extreme that I’m definitely not into. But I didn’t do this just for you. Just to win you back. That’s not it at all. I may not be into all the things you’re into, but this? Was awesome!”

  My heart flutters in my chest. “Yeah?”

  “I love doing what you tell me to, not because I like being bossed around, but because it’s you bossing me around.”

  “I am good at being bossy.”

  He smiles up at me. “I love seeing how much it turns you on. I love being the one who turns you on so much you order me to fuck you, like it’s the only thing in the world that you want. Like you need me inside you right now. I didn’t know I’d be into any of this, and maybe with any other person, I wouldn’t or couldn’t be. But it’s you, Tessa. You know how some people are demisexual?”

  I nod.

  He takes a deep breath. “I don’t know if being demi-kinktual is a thing, but all I know is that with you, everything feels right. Kink feels right. You’re the exception to every rule in my life, not because you break the rules, but because you’re exceptional. What we have is exceptional. It transcends every expectation I ever had of what love could be.”

  “Me too. Ours definitely hasn’t been the typical boy-meets-girl love story.”

  “No. But other than the part where we lost each other for a few years? We ended up together, and that means I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

  I blink away happy tears. “We never really lost each other. We just...misplaced each other for a while. And, maybe we both needed to live a little by ourselves before we lived happily ever after with each other.”

  “Spin it however you want, sweetheart, I’m never letting you go again.” He turns his head and stares pointedly at his restraints. “Speaking of which...”

  This man has never needed hands to hold onto me—he was always inside, cradling my heart that has always been his. A slow smile curls the corners of my mouth and I tug the ties binding his hands to the bed, not undoing them yet. “Well. That will depend on if I untie you.

  “He licks his lips. “If?”

  “If I give you your hands, you’d better fucking use them in a way that pleases me.”

  His eyes darken and he writhes beneath me, making me gasp as his cock hardens again, still inside me. His smile curls my toes as he licks his lips. “Yes, Mistress...”

  Epilogue

  Tessa

  I knock on the dark cherry wood door. It swings open beneath my trembling fist. I swallow hard and stride into the dimly lit bedroom Mark’s been converting into a study for weeks.

  He's not here.

  I sigh, and smooth my freshly dyed hair. I hope he likes blondes. Then again, I'm not here to show him my hair.

  I may have sexy ulterior motives. I always do when it comes to him.

  The study is deep blue, with leather furniture, and dark woods—rich, and masculine. He hasn’t let me see it yet. I shouldn’t be peeking now.

  I’ve never been good at following rules. I’d rather make them.

  Trailing passively curious fingertips along his belongings, I make my way around the room. I breathe deeply and catch hints of citrus and pine intermingling with his faint scent. Something about the smell of him turns me on. It's like aromatherapy that hits me below the bellybutton.

  I reach his desk; its gentle burnish almost glowing in the lamplight, the surface empty except for a heavy looking leather-bound book. What’s he been reading? I bend to read the page.

  “What have we got here?” His amused voice comes from right behind me.

  Surprised, I straighten and move to turn around, but am stopped by large hands gently but firmly grasping my hips, pulling me to him. I press my back tighter to his body as his hands wander down my belly, and to my thighs, back up to caress my sides.

  I can't help but notice he's deliberately not touching the places I want him, no, need him, to touch.

  “By all means, continue with your reading, you little snoop.”

  “I wasn't—”

  “I insist.” His hands move from my hips up my back, kneading as they go. One trails back down past the curve of my ass and slides in to caress the very top of my inner thigh through the th
in material of my skirt. Mark’s fingertips brush between my legs and nudge my right thigh.

  I spread my legs and bend back down over the book. Hoping. Waiting. Unable to focus on a fucking word on the page.

  “Mmm. I love a woman who reads.” He curls over me, kissing me behind my ear, then breathing into it. Shivers erupt and dance their way across my skin. My moan of wanting brings out the animal in him.

  His hands are rough and skillful as they roam all over me, claiming me with every squeeze and stroke. He lifts my hair with one hand, kissing and nuzzling the back of my neck. If I wasn't already wet when I knocked on the door, this would have done it.

  His other hand slips to caress my belly, and slides under the front of my camisole to palm my breast through my bra.

  “It's a crime to keep these inside a lacy prison.” His hands move to the hem of my shirt and pull it slowly up my body. I straighten up, and raise my hands above my head so he can take it off more easily, but he pauses when it covers my eyes—and that gives me an idea.

  I brace myself on the desk, glad its strength is supporting my suddenly weak knees.

  I take the tanktop and slip it over his head, using the thin straps to keep it in place over his eyes so only his mouth is visible. He’ll be unable to see through the blindfold of my shirt. I love controlling his senses, even just one of them.

  His mouth claims mine.

  Open mouths, but no tongues, it's hot, and hard, and frenzied. There's nothing gentle in his kiss. Tomorrow my lips will be swollen, my jaw decorated with lacy beard burn, but right now it doesn't feel like he's kissing me hard enough. His hair is satiny smooth under my hands, as I clasp behind his neck and deepen the kiss.

  He smiles against my lips, and he slows it down, wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tightly against his body. I sigh, and grind my hips against his, feeling the length of his growing erection between us. He slides his tongue across mine, jerking slightly when I suck it into my mouth and nip his lip. He moans and grows even harder against me, gripping me tighter.

  He reaches down to cup my breast.

  “Remove this.”

  I pull back in his arms. “Pardon?”

  “Please.” He tugs on my bra.

  My eager fingers fly to my back, and stumble over the clasp in my haste to remove my bra. Unbound, my breasts are swollen, inflamed by his touch. He makes a sound deep in his throat like a growl when he thumbs my nipples.

  I reach up to remove the blindfold from his eyes.

  “Leave it!”

  I bite my lip, pleased. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” He grabs my wrists and moves my hands, holds them behind my back. I shiver as he nibbles and sucks his way down my neck, past my collarbone, to my nipple. It's aching and hard, and he takes it in his mouth, nuzzling, rasping his tongue back and forth across the tip. He kneads the other with his hand, mimicking the actions of his tongue so perfectly that it feels like there are two of him sucking me.

  A fire ignites, surging from my nipples to my crotch. I'm pretty sure my panties are going to melt. My legs buckle.

  He grabs me, one hand under my arms, the other behind my knees, and swiftly lays me on the desk, parting my legs with his body. I pull at my skirt and panties, wanting them off, needing him inside me.

  “I love it when you say please,” I gasp as his fingertips stroke me through the thin cotton skirt. My back arches right off the desk.

  He grips the skirt's zipper and works it down with his teeth. It falls to the floor. He carefully removes his shirt so as not to dislodge the blindfold over his eyes. My pussy clenches.

  My legs dangle over the edge of the desk on either side of him. He leans over me, lavishing me with kisses, lightly stroking my nipple with his tongue. A warm, welcome hand meanders up my thigh, and traces maddeningly light circles against my clit. I can't take the teasing. It's not enough, I want to scream with frustration. I want him to fuck me, I need him to fuck me, and I open my mouth to order him to get inside me.

  He chuckles, knowing exactly what he's doing to me.

  The brat. He loves turning me on so much I order him to do things. To him, getting me to lose my patience is the sexiest foreplay.

  I bite my tongue and arch against him. He smiles and moves to my mouth, kissing me deeply, how I need him to, then tears my panties off my body. I moan against his mouth. He moves back down my body, kissing between my breasts, down my belly. I quiver as his mouth finds my pelvic bone, and moves lower. My body tenses as his hot, wet mouth lands on my clit, and begins rhythmically licking and sucking as a finger slowly strokes the length of my wetness without penetrating.

  I pull the blindfold off, wanting to see his eyes.

  He winks up at me while going down on me.

  We’re locked in the battle of ‘who’s going to cave first?’ Will he be able to turn me on so much that I order him to hurry up and get inside me?

  In a game like that, no one really loses.

  Tongue never stopping, he throws my legs over his shoulders, and pulls me so I'm sitting up. Wrapping his arms around me, embracing my lower back, he stands up. Shock and surprise shoot through me—I'm only held by his arms, and where my legs hook over his shoulders. I could fall! But when he moves a hand from my back to graze my wet folds, and slides a long finger inside, I no longer care.

  Besides, Mark James will never let me fall. He’ll never let me go.

  He's holding me up while he goes down on me. My god, the sheer strength of him is undoing me. I start to shake, so close.

  He walks us over to the leather chaise, and sets me down. Denied my release, I'm shaky and resentful.

  Until he takes his pants off. Then all that's left is need.

  I run my fingers up and down the length of him. Even his balls are hard.

  “Are you ready now?” I smile.

  “Not yet,” he says.

  “Well, fine.” I move to face away from him, propping myself on my hands and knees. I spread my legs, and arch my back with my ass in the air. “But when you finally decide that you—”

  I'm cut off by hands grabbing my hips, pulling me back. I smile, having gotten my way—I didn’t even have to give an order to get exactly what I wanted.

  And then he's sliding inside me, rubbing me from the inside. I push back against him, arching harder. He reaches around me, arm crossing my belly to grasp and caress my breast. His other hand dips around my hip, back to where his tongue was, coaxing me into a frenzied level of wanting.

  I buck hard and wild beneath him, straining toward release, savoring the silky friction of him inside me.

  He thrusts even harder, slamming into me from behind, shaking the chaise beneath us. Every slap of his body against my ass drives me closer and closer to coming. Long, steady strokes have me panting, and fisting my hands. It's so good I want to scream but I can't make a sound. Pleasure runs so deep it steals my voice.

  He pulls out, and I cry out in frustration. “What the hell?”

  He flips me over, scooping me up. I wrap my legs around him as he thrusts inside me, touching new sensitive places from this angle. Walking us over to the wall, I smile as he braces my back against it.

  I didn't know a man's hips could move so fast.

  But he's kissing me, and fucking me against the wall, and I pull his hair, and he pushes harder and moves his hips in a circle while sliding in and out of me. Deep inside, muscles are starting to clench him tighter, and I can feel the effort it takes for him to drag himself out of my tight wetness and push back inside.

  My entire body tenses, clenching around the muscles deep inside me that are embracing his hard, throbbing cock. “Mark, come with me. Now.”

  He bites my lip and I'm thrown into waves of pleasure so intense I forget everything except for the parts of my body touching his. He lays me down on the ground, riding me faster, pressing against me just perfectly so, that I violently come again, shaking and screaming and moaning his name as he comes inside me.

  We lie still, hearts
thundering with the intensity of our lovemaking. He's right here with me, still inside, filling me while I lie beneath him, sated. For now.

  He kisses my shoulder. “I like your new hair.”

  “I’m glad you changed your mind. ‘You’re perfect as you are!’ Change is good sometimes, jerk.”

  He rolls over so I’m lying on his chest and smacks my ass. “Hey, now! No need for name calling. Besides, we’re meant to be together.”

  “Are we?”

  He snuggles me close. “Yeah. It’s science.”

  “That sounds boring.”

  He kisses my temple. “Knowing the mundane, easily explained and broken down chemical reactions that are ‘love’ doesn’t make it less magical or feel less amazing. We’ve got that spark, whatever it is, of chemistry. I mean, I know the truly horrifying ingredients in hotdogs, but I still eat them.”

  “Are you comparing me to a hotdog?”

  He shrugs. “I like how they taste, and I like how some people make me feel.”

  I pinch his ass and he jumps. “How I make you feel.”

  He laughs and hoists me, carrying me to the bedroom. “I like how you make me feel, even if we’re not supposed to be good together.”

  “Or for each other.” I trail my hands down his shoulders and arms while he pulls back the sheets and tosses them aside. “They say childhood sweethearts don’t last. What are the odds of me ending up with the first guy I slept with?”

  He teases my nipples. “Pretty fucking good.”

  “My eyes are up here, Mister James.” But I say it to his hard cock as he settles between my legs.

  “We’re forever. I’ll make sure of it. Even when I’m fucking you all I can think about is the next time I get to be inside you.”

  “And here I thought you loved me for my mind.”

  “50-50?”

  “Same.” I grab his cock and slide it up and down my pussy, covering him with my arousal. “Now, please.”

  He fills me with one silky movement with his hips. “I think of that and how can I shorten the length of time in between so we’re always. Doing. This.”

  He punctuates those last words with hard, slow thrusts. His lips find mine amid the onslaught of everything I’ve ever needed from this man, finally giving it to me with no hesitation, fear, or regrets.