Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

He continued to ignore me and I went from horny and expectant to furious in nanoseconds. I moved to get up and he snapped to attention.

“Get back on all fours, now!” I went back down quickly, trembling. His bite was fierce and I was pretty sure the conversation we had next to his stairs wasn’t over. Rhys wasn’t happy. I shouldn’t have lied to him. God, maybe he knew I still lived with Alex. I should come clean.

“Rhys, I—”

“Did I say you could fucking talk?” he bit out viciously. WHOA. And then I was wet. I had to remind myself that I asked for this, that I wanted to experience being dominated. I needed to let go.

“Can you at least tell me what the exercise is?”

“Woman, you have no idea when to shut your mouth.” He snatched the yellow box and came behind me. I looked back at him and gave him a smirk. Bad idea. His return smirk was scary.

I heard the box open and close as Rhys circled the table, rotating two small silver balls in one hand. His eyes were on fire as he circled me, taunting me.

“We are exercising the art of stamina and discipline today, Mrs. Harvell.” My eyes widened as my pulse quickened, sure I had just begun sweating in the cold room. He knew. He had just caught me in a lie.

“Rhys, I—”

“Not another word, Violet, or you won’t get my dick today,” he snapped. I clamped my mouth shut, my arms growing weak as he continued to circle me, rotating the balls, the sound breaking through the cheers of the football game; it was all I could concentrate on. He leaned over and rubbed my backside, gently moving over my folds and dipping a finger in.

“So wet for me already and I haven’t even touched you.” I parted my lips and pushed back on his hand in reply, moaning for him. Seconds later, I felt the rub of a single cool ball at my entrance and gasped at the feel of it. I moaned again as he slipped it inside of me.

“We gotta keep this pussy tight if you want to play with the big boys, don’t we, Mrs. Harvell? Don’t you dare let it go or we’ll start all over again.” I clamped down as hard as I could, the task not seeming to be much of a challenge until the weight of it hit me. FUCK.

I kept my thighs tight, clenching as much as I could. It was agonizing. I looked up to meet his eyes filled with that familiar burn. He circled me, watching me struggle. I felt the ball slip as I gave just an inch of leeway to relax. I sucked in a breath, clenching as tight as I could when he surprised me by adding the second. The fear set in as I gripped my muscles tight. He tortured me, stroking my thighs in a relaxing manner as I held onto the balls for dear life. I found no pleasure in this and was about to start begging when he joined me, kneeling on the table, placing a hand on each of my thighs. He licked my center sweetly as I tightened with all my might, trying desperately not to lose his game.

“Very good. I’ll reward you.” He dipped his finger inside, pushing the balls slightly further. This was my reward? I moaned in agony as my knees began to hurt, my thighs aching for relief, and my arms starting to shake.

“Look at that sweet ass,” he murmured, massaging my puckered hole. I sucked in a breath and squeezed as hard as I could as he rubbed me sweetly. The feeling was so foreign but felt so fucking good. I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Oh God!” I cried as he dipped a finger into the unchartered territory, a ball crashing to the table.

“You get one, Violet, no more.” I shook now, the ball barely inside me, and the wetness only growing as he fingered my ass and blew on my sex. I moaned for him, begging for relief, but he kept me there. I was drawn so tight; my nipples were aching and I felt the tears hot on my cheeks. It was pure frustration pouring out of me at this point.

He took his finger and his mouth away and I screamed out in frustration. The pull was there, but I needed his help and he knew it.

“What do you want, Violet?”

All I could feel was the heavy weight of the ball and the need for his cock. I didn’t answer as he slapped my ass hard, the second ball falling out only to be replaced swiftly by his length. He slammed into me and I came so hard my front half collapsed on the table as I called his name. He never slowed his pace, his strokes punishing and exquisite. I recovered only slightly as he again massaged my ass while punishing my clit with his finger. I came again minutes later and he grunted, pulling my hair as he shot his orgasm onto my back in hot spurts.

We lay on his couch, tangled up and panting an hour later after another round. This one didn’t involve balls or discipline. This one, though just as devastating as the first, consisted of me being bent over every surface of the bottom floor of his house.

“About my husband…” I said, catching his gray eyes, the small grin fading from his face.

“Jesus, lady, no man, no matter who they are, wants to hear those words after sex.”

“It’s just that, I want you to know...I don’t know why, but there’s nothing going on there. I mean, we have to be honest, right?”

He was lying flat on the couch and I had my leg over his torso, enveloping him with my hand on his chest. This was way different than our rendezvous at the club. I wondered why he had brought me here to his home. This screamed personal, yet he never really pried, never really asked me questions about myself. Maybe this was just the way he treated his partners, and I respected him for it. He gave way more than he took, and it seemed to satisfy him. And yet, the more I studied his profile as his breathing evened out, the more I felt my chest tighten. He said he was a relationship kind of guy, or that it wasn’t so out of the question. I wondered if he’d consider that with me. And then I sort of panicked...I shot up off the couch, racing to the stairs for my clothes, and heard him laugh at my lightning streak across the house.

“Where’s the fire?” He had just tied the string on his sweatpants and rounded the corner to the stairs when I clasped my bra.

“I’m sorry. I have to go. I forgot…” I couldn’t think of one damn good excuse to give him and sat down on the bottom step of his stairs, sliding my shoes on.

“Wow, that’s the worst excuse I have ever heard. I wanted to cook you dinner, but hey, you forgot...” He shook his head slowly, his usual grin at my expense covering his face.

“I’m sorry,” I said, standing up, throwing my shirt over my head. He helped me pull it down and lifted my hair out of the collar as my heart did a summersault.

“It’s okay, Violet. If you have to go, you have to go,” he whispered to me as he kissed my cheek. I nodded and walked toward the door, mumbling about errands and that it was pointless to thank him for fucking me and I would talk to him soon. He stopped me as I placed my hand on the doorknob.