Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 45:  SARAH

Sarah strained, listening for Nick. She had no idea what he was going to do next. She should’ve made him exchange more whippings for the blow job. With as hard and ready as he’d been, he probably would’ve agreed to let it count for the rest of them, but then the game would’ve been over.

He moved closer. She could smell his cologne and the scent of aroused male. The heat from his body made her nipples peak. She was horny again. Sucking his cock always made her hot. She’d thought she’d gotten off on the control—having that hot, sexy man, moaning and groaning, needing her to continue—but this time, with her arms bound he’d been in control and she’d still gotten wet—soaked actually.

“Drink.” A glass pressed against her lips.

It was water this time. “Thank you.”

“I thought you might be thirsty.”

“Your salty cum does that to me.”

He laughed. “Ah, I see the real Sarah is here now.”

“Sorry.” She should’ve stayed in character.

“Are we done?” he whispered in her ear. “I’d like to fuck you now.”

“I’m not begging.”

He ran his hand over her cheek. “We both know you will, so why fight it?”

“I won’t.” She tipped her head away from him. He was right. She would beg, especially now that he’d found his release. If she’d really wanted to win this game she would’ve ended it when he was too horny to think straight.

“So stubborn.” He kissed her nose and then ran the crop over her face.

She flinched. He wouldn’t hit her in the face. He wouldn’t—she was almost positive.

It trailed down her neck and she swallowed. He let it ride the wave of her throat and then ran it down her chest.

“Where should twenty one fall?” He rubbed it across her nipples and then slapped it against her abdomen.

“Oh!” That’d stung. “Twenty one.”

Slap. Against her hip.

“Twenty-two.” Her other hip. “Twenty three.” Her eyes were starting to tear up. Those little snaps hurt.

Then his mouth was on her skin, kissing and soothing the burn with his tongue. He moved to her other hip and kissed across her abdomen. She leaned toward him, following that mouth. She wanted him between her thighs. He smiled against her stomach before his face was gone and…slap. The crop came down right above her pussy.

“Shit,” she gasped. He wouldn’t actually hit her down there, would he?

“Count.” His voice was tense.

“Twenty four.”

He trailed the crop along her thighs and then hit her twice, once on each leg.

“Twenty five. Twenty six.”

A second later, like before, his mouth was soothing her but this time through her slip. His open mouth made the satin silky and hot against her skin and then he was gone, leaving the cloth sticky and cold.

The crop skimmed over her pussy and she tensed. “Please, don’t.”

It slipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen lips. It was hard and long. Not thick enough or mobile like his fingers but it was pressure and she needed pressure…right there. She moaned, her hips thrusting against the crop, all thought of the pain it could cause slipping from her mind.

“You’re dying for it.” He whispered in her ear as he rubbed the crop along her slit. “Beg me so we can both get what we want.”

Her mouth opened on a silent scream as he rubbed her clit. She took a deep, shaky breath. “I’ll…never…beg.”

He tapped her mound with the crop. It was fast and hard and she screamed—part from the pain but mostly the pleasure. He did it again and then he was on his knees. He grabbed her hips and kissed her through the slip. His tongue pushed the satin against her pussy. She tried to lean forward, to get closer, but he tightened his hold on her, keeping her still.

“Count.”

“Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight.”

“God, you taste sweet.” He yanked her slip down and his lips were on her flesh. She trembled, her body racked with passion as he sucked and licked and nibbled. He grabbed her legs, lifting them and wrapping them over his shoulders. He reached up, yanking her blind fold off. “Look at yourself.”

At some point while she’d been blindfolded he’d moved a mirror in front of her. She was naked, suspended by her arms with her legs dangling over his shoulders. His chest was bare, his lean muscles on display as he knelt before her. His hands were on her upper thighs, holding her open for him. He was staring at her pussy and then he buried his face between her thighs. She gasped as his tongue thrust into her, exploring. She trembled as he shifted her position, the muscles in his broad shoulders bunching. He kissed her deeper, curling his tongue.

“Oh!” Words were beyond her now. She opened her mouth, trying to breath and her breasts jiggled in the mirror. Her body trembled, shaking with release, clutching him closer as she came.

“That’s it, baby.” He kept licking and sucking, shoving two fingers into her as his mouth moved to her clit. “Get ready again.”

“I can’t.” Her head hung forward. Her body, drained.

“You will.” He grabbed her hips and buried his face in her pussy again.

She couldn’t. He was wrong. She was worn out. Exhausted. That orgasm had wrung her dry, but he kept sucking and kissing and then his fingers hit that spot and the sparks flew like a fire barely out, roaring to life again. One of his hands crept between her ass cheeks and he pressed on her opening. She shivered, no longer afraid. It felt too good. “Oh god, Nick.” She was going to come again.

He pulled his head away, untangling her legs from around him. “Not so fast, baby.

Her knees buckled as her feet hit the floor. He couldn’t stop. Not now. It might kill her.

He stood, walked to the bar, grabbed a condom and moved to stand behind her. He removed his pants, kicking them aside before he pulled her legs back—kind of like they were playing wheelbarrow except her top half was hanging from the restraint. Her entire body tensed, waiting for him. This was what she wanted. Needed. This was better than his tongue and fingers. He moved closer, widening her legs and sliding into her slowly.

“Faster.” She was helpless. She couldn’t push backward. She could only hang there waiting for him, taking what he gave her.

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it in his fist. “Slower.”

“No,” she whimpered. Her body was so sensitized it tingled.

“Yes.” He hissed in her ear. “You’re mine, Sarah. Mine to do with as I want.” He pushed in a little more. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He nipped her ear and she shook.

“Please, Nick, please.” She was almost crying. She needed him to push her over the edge, make her come.

“Shhh.” He kissed her ear and slid in a little more. “Trust me.”

“I-I do.”

“You don’t.” He pulled out and an actual sob broke from her lips. “Trust me.” He said again as he pushed into her, going a little farther than before.

“Yes.”

He tugged on her hair, pulling her head to his shoulder as he shoved in all the way. She gasped and he kissed her neck, licking and sucking as he thrust into her. Her top half swung forward and back with each motion of his hips, but Nick held her close, impaling her. He was the only thing grounding her and she tightened her legs around his waist as much as she could.

“Hold me.”

“I got you.” He moved his hand from her hair but she kept her head in place for his lips. His fingers found her breast and began plucking at her nipple all the while he kept a steady thrust in and out, in and out. Her body tightened and she moaned long and low as she came. Nick stopped moving and held her close, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. He was still hard inside of her as he pulled out.

“Nick?” she whispered.

“I got you.” He kept one hand on her waist as he walked to her front. “Wrap your legs around me.” His face was taut with tension but his eyes were warm.

“No…I can’t.” She couldn’t do it again.

“Shhh. You can, baby.” He kissed her. “For me.”

She’d do anything for him. She tightened her legs as he put them around his waist and slid inside of her.

“Look at me, Sarah.” He grasped her chin.

She opened her eyes and stared into his.

“Trust me.” He kissed her and started moving his hips.

His eyes were bright with passion but warm with something she couldn’t name. It made her want to hold him close. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet.” He shifted, bending his knees a bit and thrusting upward.

“Oh, yes, right…there.” Pleasure sparked inside of her again and her eyes drifted shut.

“Look at me. Watch me while I fuck you.” He grabbed her chin again. “Open your eyes.”

They fluttered open.

“Trust me, baby. I’m here.” He hit that spot again and she gasped. “It’s me, making you feel this way. Me. No one else. Me.”

She almost sobbed. She should tell him that there’d been no one since him, but he increased his pace and kept hitting that spot, making pleasure shoot though her. Her body coiled and her legs tightened around his waist.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. Come for me.” He started pushing into her faster and harder and she broke, crying out as her body quivered. His hand moved to her hips and he pulled her into him as he thrust forward, groaning his release.

They stayed like that—his head buried in her neck, his hands on her waist and her legs wrapped around him. At some point, it could’ve been minutes or hours later, he lifted her up and removed her from the hook.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered.

She groaned as the blood flowed back into her arms and she dropped them over his head.

“I got you. I’ve always got you.” He carried her into the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed.

He removed the harness and the cuffs, tossing them to the floor. He turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” She was exhausted but she wanted to sleep in his arms, not alone.

“I’ll be right back.” He bent and kissed her. It was soft and warm. “You couldn’t force me to leave.” His warm eyes sparked a little. “Even if you try.”

She stared after him as he disappeared into the living room. For a second, she thought he was talking about more than right now, more than tonight, but this wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. He’d never be happy with her. No man would anymore. She was broken, damaged. Her heart raced. He’d leave as soon as he realized how fucked in the head she really was.

He came back into the bedroom with a bottle of water. “What’s the matter?” He hurried to her side, putting the bottle on the nightstand. “Are you hurting?” His hands skimmed over her arms, shoulders and chest where the harness had been.

“No. I’m fine.” She touched his face. She was in so much trouble but she had to take a chance. She couldn’t keep pushing him away. She had to at least try to keep him. She took a deep steadying breath. “I’m just exhausted.”

“Oh.” He smiled shyly. “Yeah, it was intense.” He grabbed the water and helped her sit. “Drink.”

She took a sip and then began almost chugging it. She was dying of thirst. When it was almost gone, she handed it back to him.

“Good sex can make you thirsty.” He put the bottle on the nightstand and stood.

“Now, where are you going?” She was getting a bit annoyed. She wanted to curl up and sleep and he kept leaving.

“I’ll be right back, I swear.” He chuckled as he went into his bathroom. He came back with a wash cloth and another bottle of something. He sat on the bed and ran the wet cloth over her chest, removing his semen. When he was done, he poured whatever was in the bottle into his hands. He rubbed them together. “Need to warm it up.”

“What is it?”

“Oil.” He began massaging her arms and shoulders.

She moaned again. It was warm and soothing and his hands were strong, working out all the stress of being suspended from her muscles.

“You’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but this will help.” He dragged his hands down her chest and over her breasts.

“If you start this again, I’ll kill you.” She was in no mood for another round.

“Sorry. I can’t help it.” He leaned forward, kissing her nose. “You’re too hot for your own good.” He massaged her arms a little more.

“Please, just hold me.” The words slipped out. She closed her eyes, wanting to pull them back because they were vulnerable words.

She heard the bottle being placed on the nightstand and then he slid into bed with her, pulling her into his arms. He covered them both with the blankets and kissed the side of her head. She tried to relax but she couldn’t. She should’ve never said it. He’d be different now.

“Sarah?”

“Hmm.” She was a coward. She’d pretend to be almost asleep.

“Look at me.” He tipped her face toward him. “Please.”

She opened her eyes.

“Are you okay? Really okay?”

She nodded. No, I’m completely fucked up and I was fine with it until I met you.

He stared at her for a long time before he leaned down and kissed her. It was warm and filled with caring not passion. “I’ll hold you anytime you want me to.” He kissed her again. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Really?” Again the word slipped from her mouth. This exhaustion was making her tongue loose.

“Yes.” He kissed her again, this one a little warmer. “I’ll even hold you when you’re pushing me away.” His sexy lips turned up at the corners. “I’m a stubborn guy.”

She couldn’t stop the small smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” He kissed her again and then leaned back. “If we don’t stop this, I’m going to be fucking you again and I’m not sure you can handle it right now.”

She groaned. “No. No way. Keep your hands and dick to yourself.”

He tightened his arm, pulling her against his side. “What about my mouth?”

“That too.” She rested her hand over his heart. It beat strong and steady in his chest.

“Okay.” He sounded disappointed. “Only for a bit, though.”

They’d fooled around and fucked for hours, but he wanted more. “Do…Did the others go longer?” Again with the loose lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”

“Damn it, Sarah.”

“I said I was sorry. Don’t answer.” She rolled over, trying not to cry but her emotions were jumbled.

“I’m not mad you asked and I’ll answer. Yes, some of the women at the Club went longer. Some of them can go…too long for one man.”

“Please, I don’t want to hear this.”

“Too bad. I’m going to tell you.” He leaned closer. “This…What we did was perfect. It was the best.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He leaned over her, his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not lying. Yes, I’ve been with other women. I’ve done a lot of things but nothing…nothing…has ever made me feel like I do when I’m with you.” He turned and flopped onto the bed.

“Really?” She said it soft, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“Really, Sarah.” His tone was disgusted.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be fucking sorry. Just stop treating me like I’m some one night stand.” He got out of bed.

“Nick…”

“What?” He ran his hand through his hair.

“I…I don’t want to fight.”

“Too bad. Let’s get this out in the open. Ask me whatever you want. I’ll tell you the truth.”

She shook her head. She wasn’t ready for this.

“Come on.” He leaned down, hands on either side of her head. “You want to know something. Ask.”

“Fine. Okay.” She took a deep breath. She had to remember that she was only one of hundreds to him. “How many times have you done this before…with other women?”

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. “I’ve done similar things at the Club with…about eight women.”

It was like he punched her in the chest. About eight women. He couldn’t even remember the exact number.

He grabbed her chin. “But I have never done it here with anyone. I’ve never brought any of them here. I’ve never moved in with any of them and I never, ever fucking invited any of them to meet my family.” He let go and crawled into the bed, rolling on his side away from her. “Now, unless you have more questions, I’m going to sleep.”

She couldn’t process this. He’d done so much with so many other women but he was telling her that she was special. She wanted to believe him. No, she did believe him but how long before she became nothing more than number nine?