I was completely wound up and ready to burst, sure that no matter what he did I would shatter in seconds.
“I’m going to fill every part of you tonight, and you will not come until I allow it.” He spread my legs further apart and I gasped at the feel of his hands on my ass, smoothing it carefully, leaving the whip undisturbed. He separated me and I felt his tongue touch my ring of muscle and gasped out, almost buckling.
“Careful, Violet. I need to eat your sweet ass. Don’t fucking move.” My sex pulsed out of control as I gripped the bedpost, my entire body shaking in reaction to the stroke of his tongue. I took in steady breaths, moaning loudly as he continued to lick me. I felt the whip shift slightly and quickly regained my stance as he filled my backside with his tongue. Without warning, I felt a cold probe replace his tongue and screamed out in pleasure when he slid it in.
“Oh fuck. Oh God, Rhys. Jesus, oh fuck,” I breathed out, pleasure dripping from my shaky voice.
“I knew you would appreciate that.” He chuckled. “Do I need to remind you not to come?”
He quickly pulled the whip from my back and struck me with it. The pain was all-consuming as I tightened around the metal; pleasure shot through me as I almost went to my knees.
Unable to speak unless I wanted to use my safe word, I praised him in moans.
“Taste so fucking good. I need more.” He placed the whip across my back again and I felt his breath on my sex. He licked me once, turning the cold steel inside me as I began to beg.
“Rhys, I need to come. I have to come!”
“Violet!” I felt the absence then the lashing of the whip and fell to my knees. He quickly brought me to my feet, pulling me back further. I felt another sharp sting, then another and another. “You will obey me!” My legs shook uncontrollably as I moaned in response. He set the whip across my back again and thrust his tongue between my drenched pussy lips.
“You like it”—lick, lick, lick—“when I fuck you with my tongue.” He sucked my clit hard as I gripped the bedpost, trying my best not to fall to my knees. “Maybe you don’t need my cock tonight.” I groaned in protest as he twisted the metal that stretched my ass and lapped me up furiously. I felt the orgasm push its way to the surface, no longer able to control my screaming. I held on, tears coming fast behind my blindfold as he pushed his finger inside me, twisting and stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation from the metal and his fingers sent me past my limit.
“Come for me.” He pulled the metal out of my ass and thrust his tongue deep as I exploded, repeating his name with each shockwave, each pulse that poured through me. He took my release into his mouth and with one last lick, he swiped his tongue to the top of my folds, sucking them hard. I collapsed to my knees as he massaged me and released my hands from my panties then held me to him while I shook from the effect of what he’d done. I was covered in sweat and my heart was pounding as we locked eyes. The look of tenderness in his took the breath from me as he stroked my face, soothing me. He lifted me from the floor and carried me to bed, kissing me deeply.
“Can I talk?” I asked, wide-eyed when he’d taken his fill of my mouth.
“You said it all,” he mused as he smiled down at me.
“Rhys, please...I want your—”
“Daughter! Just what in the hell are you doing?” my mother asked, making me jump out of my skin and stumble backwards only to fall over a stack of boxes before landing hard on my ass on the garage floor. My face was still flushed with arousal from my memory of that night with Rhys. He’d kept me tied to the bed while I slept so he could fuck me on his whim. I quickly started working again, grabbing a stack of old newspapers and throwing them into the trash.
“Jesus, Mother...I was...I am trying to keep you and Dad safe. There are enough old papers in here to set the entire neighborhood on fire.”
“Did it ever occur to you that we might not want our garage cleaned out?” She put her hands on her hips and I mirrored her stance with an “Are you going to do it?” face. I ignored her for several minutes, trying desperately to calm myself as she watched me work.
“Mom, just let me finish this. I just need to keep busy right now. I don’t want to talk. Just let me handle things my way, okay?”
“Fine, I’ll bring you some iced tea and, Violet, as much as your father and I love your company, you have to go home sometime. You can’t avoid life forever.”
“Says who, Mom?” My voice cracked, though I hadn’t let myself get upset since that night. “Reality, I have no use for it, none. You go live there. I’m happy to ignore it.”
“Baby, I know you’re hurting.” She took a step toward me.
“Do you, Mom? Do you have any idea what this is like? I don’t think so. You got the man you wanted. Me, I have to jump through a hoop of fire and swallow a pill of shit just to date mine.”
“Violet, what are you talking about? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
I sighed heavily, knowing I’
d said too much. “I’m simply saying it’s becoming more apparent that dating when you’re thirty-three is not as simple as when you’re twenty-three.”
And when you’re dating an ex-Dom who totes a diaper bag, has a split personality, and psychotic ex-girlfriend, it gets much more complicated.
Rhys’s past gave a whole new meaning to the word baggage. Then again, I had severe trust issues and they were more apparent now than ever.
Oh, what a pair.
My mother watched me closely as I ignored her and took on a new shelf in her garage. I must have been a sight with my worn out denim jeans, grease covered white t-shirt, ratty hair and circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. I didn’t want her to know that Rhys was anything less than the perfect man she assumed he was.