Page 17 of Hard Ride
But there’s something about being aroused that scares her, and I want to know what the fuck it is. She was scared ten years ago, and she still is, and I’m tired of her secrets. I need to know if it’s me, if I’m the one who frightened her back when we were together, because if so, I need to fix it.
She didn’t say the word, though. She just shook her head, and I had second thoughts about continuing, because if she’s white knuckling her way through this, then she needs to fucking stop. But she was aroused, I knew it. I could smell it. And I suspect — though she’d never admit it — she was getting off on watching Lucas. Another thing she could never hide from me.
She wanted him the way he wanted her, and I was aware of it even back then. It used to drive me crazy the way she looked at him, but I never said anything to her, because I knew neither of them would cross any lines. They’re too loyal. I also knew that Lucas gave her something she couldn’t get from me, and that if he hadn’t, she would have left me long before she actually did.
Apparently, she still feels the same about him, because I could see it in her face the moment he walked into the room. Her eyes went wide, and her whole body stiffened, and her attention has been glued to him ever since. Watching him undo his cuffs and roll up his sleeves. Watching him take his cock out. Watching him eat Cherry out.
The scent of her arousal is in the air, a sweet musk mixing with the lavender body wash she used to use. Seems she still does, and now I’m hard as a rock, the smell of her so familiar to me, even after all these years.
I want to push things, so I ease her against the glass of the window, pinning her there with my body. “You want to say ‘red’?” I ask, checking in on her.
She’s trembling and makes a soft sound, but it’s not ‘red’, so I stroke the underside of her jaw, making sure her attention stays on the action beyond the glass.
Lucas is working Cherry into a frenzy, her legs pulling against the cuffs as she lifts her hips to his mouth. Little brat is trying to get her orgasm before she’s allowed, probably wanting to earn a punishment. She’s quite the pain slut that one, but I don’t think Lucas will punish her with a crop or a flogger, not for this particular demonstration. Not with Katherine watching.
He’ll punish her in a different way, and I can see he’s already doing that, lifting his mouth from between her legs before she’s ready, leaving her trembling on the bed.
I’m a little surprised when he undoes his pants for the second time, taking his time as he leisurely gets out his cock, takes a condom packet from his pocket, opens it, and rolls the latex down. He likes to fuck a sub in a scene, though he usually makes them wait far longer than this. Clearly, he’s impatient, though he’s making a whole production of it now. Cherry is into it, her gaze pinned to his every move.
Katherine is still tense, though — I can feel the resistance in her jaw. But she’s not saying ‘red’, and while not saying it when she should is a punishable offence, I can’t bring myself to let her go. Sometimes a sub needs to be pushed out of their comfort zone, and I’m betting this applies to Katherine, too.
So, I keep hold of her, making her watch as Lucas pulls Cherry down to the end of the bed. He pushes into her, goingslowly, making her writhe on the mattress, her mouth open. We can’t hear her, but I know she’ll be wailing like she did on stage when I was fucking her.
“Tate…” Katherine whispers. “I can’t…I don’t…”
I nuzzle against the side of her neck and am rewarded by her total body shiver. “It’s okay to be turned on. That’s the whole idea. But if you need to say ‘red’, then say it.”
She jerks her head in negation again. Stubborn woman.
I press against her a little harder, intensifying the experience, pushing her. Again, I only get a soft gasp in response, so I stay there, letting her adjust to the sensation of my body against hers. The heat of me. The feel of me. Her ass is a delicious softness against my groin, and I want to grind my cock against her, make her beg and plead.
I tried to get her to submit years ago, before I knew what I was doing, and sometimes sex would feel like a battle, both of us fighting for supremacy. All I wanted was for her to give in, but she wouldn’t. She was never as comfortable with her sexuality as I was, and it scared her.Iscared her.
I want answers. I want to know why she was so afraid, why she couldn’t talk about it, but most of all, I want to know why she left without a fucking word.
Lucas thinks I’m impatient, the fucker. I’m not, though, not when it comes to getting what I want. I’ve waited ten years for this, and what is that if not patience?
Cherry’s mouth is moving and I know what’s happening now. “He’s making her beg for it,” I say in Katherine’s ear. “You’d beg, too, wouldn’t you? If he had his cock inside you?”
She tries to shake her head, but once again she’s lying. Her pretty face is nearly the same color as her hair, and her breathing is fast and uneven.
“What are you thinking about?” I place my free hand on her hip, even as I grip her jaw with the other. “Are you thinkingabout yourself lying on that bed? Are you thinking about Lucas’s cock fucking you?”
Once again, she tries to shake her head, but her breathing is even faster now.
She knows she can say ‘red’ at any time, but she’s also stubborn. The thing is that I’m stubborn too, and if she wants to be pushed, I’ll push her. Hard.
“Little liar,” I murmur, sliding my hand down over her thigh, finding the hem of her prim skirt, and pulling it up. “I think I’d better check for myself.”
My fingers find her bare skin beneath the hem, soft as silk, and she shakes as I ease my hand between her thighs. She’s wearing cotton panties, which is sweet, and they’re wet, which is even sweeter. I expect some protest, but she only makes a soft sound as I brush the tips of my fingers over the fabric, her body jerking under my touch.
Oh yes, this is what I remember. Her responsiveness. She could never help herself when it came to me, and I won’t lie, I used her desire shamelessly against her, especially when I felt the distance between us start to grow wider and wider.
It’s intensely satisfying to feel the evidence of her hunger, to be certain that this is what she wants, even if her brain is taking a while to catch up with her body.
I press her more firmly against the glass. She’s almost ready to come right here and now, I can tell from the way she’s trembling and the quickened sound of her breathing. Perhaps I should let her, give her a taste of how good her body can make her feel.
“Imagine yourself coming around Lucas’s cock the way Cherry’s about to,” I breathe against the soft skin of her neck, pressing a finger down on her clit. “I can make you come with her.”
