In His Cuffs(20)

"‘Enormous, gigantic cock'?" he couldn't help but repeat.

"I'm trying to repair the damage to your self-esteem, Mr Tomlinson. Shall I go on? Gorgeous dick. Perfect penis. Throbbing-"

"Where's that gag?"

"Are you going to do me, or what?"

"Well, when you ask so nicely … " He let her go long enough to get out of  bed. He removed a condom from his wallet before placing it on the  nightstand. Then he undressed and hung his clothes from a bedpost.

She turned on her side and propped her head on her upturned hand and watched as he put the condom on his dick.

"What was I thinking? That's a gargantuan cock," she said.

"Maggie …  I think you're forgetting yourself."

She grinned and rolled to her back, spreading her legs in invitation. "Sorry, Mr Tomlinson."

"I'd give you a paddling, but you'd like it." He was as aroused as she was.

Maggie wrinkled her nose. "I could be brattier."
                       
       
           



       
"In which case, I'll put you in a corner with your nose against the wall," he warned as he joined her on the bed.

Colour drained from her face. "I'll behave," she said.

"Maggie, you couldn't be any more wonderful."

He guided his cockhead towards her entrance. He intended to enter her  with short strokes so that her body could accommodate him. "You weren't  kidding about being horny."

"I'm wet for you, Sir."

He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the mattress above her.

"So hot," she told him.

They were good together. He slid inside her in a single surge.

"That's what I need. Hard, Mr Tomlinson." She bit her lower lip. "I mean, if that's all right?"

"I'll fuck you however you want it." He released his grip on her and  said, "Put your legs around my waist." That forced her to lift her hips  and gave him a different angle. "Keep some of your weight on your arms  or elbows so you can keep yourself open for me." If she wanted a ride,  he'd give it to her.

She looked at him, nothing but trust in her unblinking eyes.

It took all of his mental acuity not to lose himself in her hot cunt.

He drove into her again and again.

"This is …  Damn. You're so deep in me."

Holding nothing back, he pounded her until she trembled, struggling to  meet each of his surges. Her brow furrowed and she dug her heels into  his back for purchase.

"Mr Tomlinson, I'm going to come," she said.

Her words were as much a question as a warning. "Do it," he instructed.

He felt her pussy clench and the constriction of her muscles milked his  cock. He gritted his teeth, determined to satisfy her first.

He moved to put his hands beneath her buttocks, giving her extra support as she rode her orgasm.

She whimpered, and her body convulsed as she reached for it.

David spread her buttocks apart slightly and pressed his thumb into her anus.

Her scream rent the air.

Maggie broke position and grabbed his shoulders. She held onto him as she bucked and cried out.

For long seconds, she didn't breathe. Then he felt her internal pressure ease.

She ploughed her hand into his hair. "Thank you."

"Pleasuring you is an honour, Maggie."

"Now your turn," she said. "Before your big cock explodes."

He'd have glanced pointedly at the gag, but he didn't have the energy.  If he were honest, he'd admit he didn't want to look away. All he wanted  was to fuck her.

David removed his thumb and adjusted their positions a bit. "Put your  buttocks on the mattress and grab the headboard." Once she did, he told  her, "That's it." He had her where he wanted her, unable to move. He  slid his hands beneath her and dug his fingers into the buttocks he'd  reddened earlier.

With short, then lengthening strokes, he filled her. His orgasm built  inside his balls. She muttered sounds of pleasure, feeding him.

"You fill me," she told him. "So, so full."

Knowing she was getting off was enough for him. It took less than thirty  seconds for the orgasm to erupt from him-and that was what it felt  like. It came from deep inside, hot and pulsing, joining them together.

He gritted his teeth as he filled the condom.

His nerve endings singed, he collapsed on her. God, this woman did it  for him. Maybe it had been too long since he'd had sex with a woman he  cared about. And perhaps it was the just effect of the curvy woman whose  wild black hair matched her wanton abandon. Regardless, he hadn't had  this sense of connection in a long time, if ever.

When he'd worked out on his rowing machine this morning, he hadn't  anticipated the day ending like this. She wasn't the only one who would  sleep well.

He disposed of the condom then returned to her and scooped her up. "We need a shower."

"We?"

"I'm not done with you yet. A shower will restore you for what I have in mind next."





Chapter Six





Last night, when David had said he had something in mind for her, he hadn't lied.

He'd washed her hair in the shower then lathered her body and inspected  it for bruises. After they'd dried off, he'd asked if she had arnica.  He'd massaged the white cream onto the marks then he'd rubbed down her  entire body.

If this was his version of aftercare, she was sorry she'd missed out  that night at the Den. She'd expected he might want to talk, but he  hadn't. Instead, he'd put her on the side of the bed and fucked her from  behind. He'd lasted a surprisingly long time, and he'd given her three  orgasms before he'd claimed his own.                       
       
           



       

She'd fallen asleep in his arms, and it had been a long, long time since she'd done something like that.

Hours later, when her alarm had shattered the silence, he was gone. He  hadn't left a note. Other than the residual tenderness in her body and  the fact her clothes were still in the living room, there was no sign  he'd been there at all.

As she grabbed a cup of coffee, it hit her.

She'd slept all night with no bad dreams.

Being with him had been everything she'd hoped. He'd given her the  beating she wanted. She'd surrendered to it, to him. He'd been ruthless  and persistent, sending her to subspace and keeping her there.

The way he'd brought her back had been sublime. He'd let her drift, but  he'd kept her aware of his presence. She'd known that he was watching  her. If she'd been in any distress, he would have taken care of it, with  great competence, she was sure.

Maggie wondered if that was one of the problems she'd had with him when  they'd first met. His confidence had irritated her. She'd wanted to  label it as over-confidence, but over the past months, he'd backed up  everything he'd said.

Now, rather than chafing under his control, she was accepting it. Last night, she'd flourished as a result.

Conscious of the time ticking away, she hurried through her shower then walked into her closet.

She recollected some of his comments from last night. He'd been verbal  about her undergarments and that made her hesitate over what to choose.  Every day, she wore stockings and a garter belt to work because she  liked the feeling. Today, though, he'd know what was beneath her skirt.

Even if he didn't comment, their work dynamic would be altered.

She'd always been able to separate her BDSM scenes from the rest of her  life, compartmentalising each piece. Of course, until now, she'd never  had to face her Dom at the office the next day. Well, not that she'd  ever had a true Dom before, either.

Maggie shuddered. She had been certain she could manage to work with  him. After all, the contract wasn't forever and they didn't care about  each other.

She snagged her lingerie for the day then shoved the drawer closed.

Before the scene had occurred, it had been easy to convince herself it  was a good idea. Now the workday and reality loomed. Things appeared  complicated.

In the mirror she saw a reflection of a red mark-a single welt-above the  back of her knees. She fingered it the best she could with the awkward  angle. Breath evaporated from her lungs. Even if she should, she didn't  regret last night. In fact, she wanted more.

There it was. Honesty.

She wanted to see him again.

When he'd been selecting toys last night, he'd announced that they were  spending the weekend together. Since the air between them had been  charged with eroticism, she wasn't sure he'd meant it.

This was one of her biggest fears-the more BDSM scenes she got, the more she wanted.

With grim determination, keeping up a constant internal dialogue about  how she could face him as if last night hadn't happened, she dressed.

For fortification, she added a blazer and took extra time with her hair.

She entered the offices feeling as if she were in control.

"The tyrant hasn't shown up yet," her mother said.

Agreeing with Gloria would feel disloyal to David.