Page 28 of Strings Attached
“You asked me a lot of questions tonight,” he said playfully. “Does that mean I get an ask?”
I put down my spoon as my hand shook a bit; the last ask he’d had was when he’d fucked me. Was that what he’d ask again? How would I keep things professional if he kept doing things like this?
“It’s a condition of our agreement, so I guess so.” I made it sound so clinical.
He opened a drawer and took out handcuffs, a smile curling his lips as my eyes widened. “I’m feeling some... violent urges.”
I swallowed hard; what did he want to do? Was he going to cuff me to something and beat me? Questions flew through my mind faster than I could keep up.
“Jill,” he whispered my name, pulling me from my endless cycle.
I looked into his eyes. “What... What’s your ask?”
“I want to lay you over my knees and spank you until my arm gets tired,” he said in a calm tone; yet there was nothing calm about his gaze. If anything, it almost looked like his irises were darker than usual. As though he was already doing exactly what he wanted to me in his mind.
Whatever I was expecting, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but it wasn’t the kind of ethical relationship I was trying to reestablish. Had it ever been?
“Why?” I couldn’t help ask. “Why do you keep initiating intimacy with me, of all people?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You of all people?” He cupped my face, tracing his thumb along my cheekbone. “What do you mean?”
“You said you pay for sex when you want it, but if you wanted to... I don’t know, spank someone for free, why not one of the women who flirted with you tonight? Most of them were tens like you. I’m...” I pulled away from him and stared down at myself for a second. “I’m just me.” I didn’t know why my sexuality was suddenly an issue, but he was on a level I could never reach.
Without warning, he threw me over his shoulder, and I screamed. I kicked and pounded against his back, shouting at him to put my down. What if I weighed too much? He’d pull a muscle and not be able to go into work.
“Now I’m angry...” he said through gritted teeth. “If you thought I’d be violent before, you’re about to regret those words.”
I protested as he put me down, spinning me around in one quick motion. My hands were cuffed before I knew what was happening. He sat on the edge of his bed and pushed me onto his knee. The other leg went over my legs, pinning me completely still. I’d never been restrained before and although my shorts were getting wet with arousal, I was scared. He sounded furious.
He tugged down on my shorts until my ass was bare, and I squirmed. “Wait. Why are you pissed off? What did I do wrong?” I asked in a higher pitched voice than usual.
His hand came down against my cheeks and I yelped at the shock. Again and again. I writhed, trying to get free but he only slapped me harder. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I cried out, my skin burning.
Before I knew it, he pushed his fingers inside my opening, and I panted heavily. I was soaking wet, and as he thrust in and out, my breath grew labored. An incredible climax clenched against his fingers, a harsh moan escaping my mouth as I came.
He unlocked the cuffs, gently massaging my arms as circulation returned. I sobbed in fits, unable to breathe properly. It wasn’t the aching in my ass, but the tenderness he was suddenly showing me. He straightened me, then sat me on his knees, making sure my cheeks hung out as much as possible so he could keep kneading them.
“Deep breaths, darling girl. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear. “But if I ever hear you putting yourself down about your amazing body again, I won’t be as kind.”
I laughed through my tears. “Thatwas kind?”
“My arm isn’t even a little bit tired,” he said in a dark tone.
I knew then and there he could’ve gone on for much longer. Just the thought made my ass ache even more. “Understood,” I said in a shuddering breath as he held me closer.
“When you’re ready, feel free to go write your notes before you get to bed.”
“Am I sleeping on the sofa?” I asked quietly.
He chuckled. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
19
Bite
“What was your adolescence like?” I asked as I wrote in my notebook.
Sunlight beamed through the large windows, and I shifted my position so it wasn’t glaring against the paper.
