Claimed Harder by Em Brown
Chapter 11
DARREN
Past
My head swims hearing her plea. And the way she said “Yes, sir.” So natural. So effortless. So goddamn sexy.
Through most of our discussion about how she could make Phuket work, I was thinking to myself why I should bother convincing her. If she doesn’t want to go, it’s no skin off my nose. But now I want her to go. So she’s going, one way or another.
The text I had just received was from Cheryl confirming our contact can get a fake passport made in less than forty-eight hours, and a real one issued within five days for the right bribe.
After putting down my phone, I look over Bridget, lying naked across my dining table, her wrists tied above her to the back of the chair pushed up against the table. I adjust my hard-on, imagining I had a crop right now. I look over all the places I could land the implement: her belly, her thighs, her breasts.
“Please, sir?” she asks when I still haven’t responded.
I smile to myself. She catches on fast. I knew she was smart, and not just because she goes to Berkeley.
Standing at the head of the table where her legs dangle off the edge, I push her thighs apart. One of them bumps into a dish, but nothing spills or falls. I take in the scent of her arousal before positioning myself at her crotch.
“Ah!” she exclaims in surprise when I press my tongue to her clit.
Slowly, I lick the flesh around her swollen bud before teasing it with the tip of my tongue. She releases a wispy moan. Over and over, I taste her, feeling desire throbbing in my groin with each passing second. Gradually, I apply myself to the spot that seems the most receptive at the moment. By the increased urgency in her groans, I can tell her climax is nearing. Her body tenses as she seeks the finish line, which I will let her cross. Just not this second.
Straightening, I shed my clothes.
“Your timing is…impeccable,” she murmurs beneath the pajamas.
“Yeah?”
“I was so close to coming again.”
“Good.” I rip open a condom I had grabbed earlier and roll it onto my cock.
“You have something against me coming?”
“It’s called edging,” I explain.
She doesn’t respond right away. I climb onto the table. I can still smell the scent of her on my lips, which makes my cock pulse with desire.
“How many more times are you going to go through with this edging?” she asks.
“How many more can you take?”
“Zero.”
I chuckle before I brace myself over her body and rub the tip of my shaft along her clit. Her groan is deep and long.
“Please let me come this time,” she pleads.
“How badly do you want to?”
“Really, really bad.”
I agitate my cock faster against her clit, making her writhe and gasp.
“Bad enough to go to Phuket?”
She stills for a second. I let my cock slide down to her opening and press against it. She moans. After pushing a few inches into her and withdrawing, I repeat my question.
“I guess,” she murmurs.
“Good. So you’ll make it happen.” I push into her, a little deeper this time.
“I’ll try.”
I agitate my cock over her clitoris and urethral opening. “That attitude isn’t good enough.”
She gasps and squirms. “I’ll try my best!”
“Make it happen.”
“Okay, okay! I’ll make it happen!”
I plunge myself into her. Holy crap. Her heat embracing my cock feels fucking incredible. I start thrusting. The table isn’t the most comfortable place to have sex, but I want her so bad, there’s no way I’m moving us.
“You better be telling the truth,” I say, slamming into her for emphasis.
She cries out. “Yes, yes!”
I roll my hips and find the angle that sends her over the edge. She trembles from head to toe, her pussy pulses about my cock. Not wanting to hold back any longer, I drive myself into her until I come, my hips pumping on their own as I feel euphoria wash over me. We lay on the table, our bodies still joined, my cock throbbing inside her, for several minutes before I pull the pajama top down over her face.
“So was the edging worth it?” I ask.
She looks at me in a daze. “I guess…”
“How was the orgasm?”
She gives me a small smile. “Eleven out of ten.”
“In other words, worth it.”
With a little reluctance, she nods.
“No pain, no gain,” I state.
“I don’t know that I’d want to do it all the time, though.”
I withdraw from her before the condom slides off. “As the sub, it’s not your choice.”
She wrinkles her brow. “Okay, but I haven’t agreed to be your sub.”
I consider reminding her that the way she agreed to pay for her trip to Phuket is by spending a night at the BDSM side of my club, but I’ve got to finalize her commitment to Phuket first.
I flash her a grin. “You will.”
She raises a brow. “Arrogant, much?”
“You know how many women—and guys—would leap at the chance to be my sub?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got to make my own decisions.”
I toss the condom into a wastebasket and run a hand over her leg. “You know, I could just leave you tied to my table until you agree.”
She blanches.
“Dining with a view,” I consider aloud.
“Ha, ha, very funny,” she derides. “You can untie me now.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Please.”
“And?”
She thinks for a second. “Sir.”
I untie the pant leg from the chair. She sits up and shakes her head. “You are such a…”
“A what?”
She looks at me, mystified, probably wondering what she’s doing with a guy like me. I could ask the same thing about her.
“I don’t know,” she finally replies, “but I feel a little less regretful that I threw soda in your face.”
I decide to wipe the impish smile from her face with a smothering kiss. That comment will cost her. Leaving her wrists still tied, I throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom. After dropping her on the bed, I wind the other pant leg to the headboard.
“What are you—” she starts.
Grabbing her panties, I use them to tie her ankles together. Over at my dresser, I pull out a massage wand. She balks at seeing it.
“You don’t have one of these?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“They’re basically a vibrator, only you can use this to relax muscles as well.”
“Is that what you use it for?” she asks.
“Some of the time.”
She scrunches her face. “So you’ve used it on other women before.”
“I clean all my toys after each use.”
I sit beside her on the bed, turn on the wand, and nestle it between her thighs. She yelps and twists away.
“You’ve had experience with a vibrator before,” I state for confirmation.
“I live with three other women, and those things are noisy.”
“So you only masturbate by hand?”
She nods.
“Then this’ll be a treat,” I say, holding down her hip and replacing the wand against her.
She squeals. “That tickles!”
Under my bed are leather restraints already secured to the frame. Turning off the wand, I reach under to grab one to clamp around her ankle after I pull off her panties.
“Hey! What are you doing?” she demands.
“Giving you an aid to help you hold still,” I answer as I pull out the second leg restraint.
“This really necessary?”
“No. But it’s fun.”
After the second restraint is secured to her other ankle, I get off the bed and survey her, spread-eagle with her legs pulled to opposite corners of the bed, her arms tied to the center of the headboard. I drink in her nakedness except for the pajama top, which is bunched below her breasts. She looks awesome.
This is going to be fun.
I hop back onto the bed next to her and turn the wand back on. “Let’s review how you’re going to get yourself to Phuket. Are you going to get someone to cover you at the library?”
“Yes!” she cries as I press the wand against her vulva.
I pull the wand away. “And what about your internship?”
“I’m going to see if I can work remotely.”
“What about your classes?”
“I’ll get notes where I can. Maybe talk to the graduate assistant to see how I can make up missed classes.”
“Very good.”
I move the wand back against her. With a half laugh, half cry, she squirms like a fish out of water. I’m amazed. This can’t be her first time with a vibrator. I don’t even have it on high.
“P-Please!” she gasps. “I need a break.”
I grant her a short break. “Relax. Enjoy it.”
She looks up at me with wide, doubtful eyes, but when I ask if she’s ready, she draws a breath and nods. I return the wand between her thighs.
“Oh my God,” she says through gritted teeth, still flailing and tugging against her restraints.
I could be an asshole and turn the vibrations higher, but I let her adjust first. Pressing down on her hip, I hold her in place so that she gets the whole head of the wand. Her back arches and her toes curl.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she repeats.
“Look at me,” I order. I’m not going to miss out on seeing her face when she orgasms.
She turns her head slightly. Tension and helplessness are written across her. Her mouth opens wider, her eyes start to close. Her cries become more high pitched. And then she erupts, quaking beneath my hand, yanking uncontrollably at her bonds. When her climax is over and the vibrations prove too sensitive, she starts huffing and tries to squirm away from the wand. I turn it off and set it aside. My cock is rock hard and ready to go.
Grabbing another condom, I put it on and release one of the leg restraints. I twist her lower body to the side and push the freed leg up so I can access her pussy. This time, I sink my entire length in one go. She grunts. I close my eyes to savor how sweet it feels before lifting my hips back up.
“You like the wand?” I ask her as I piston my hips up and down.
“Yes.”
“If you’re good, I’ll let you use it again. You want that?”
“Um, okay.”
My pelvis slaps against the bottom of her ass and the back of her thighs. I like this angle of penetration. I like that I get to see her face and the flutter of her lashes, the way her eyes roll toward the back of her head when I hit the right spots. There’s not much she can do but take my thrusting. After a while, I decide to change up the position. Time to take her from behind.
Reaching over, I release the other leg restraint, flip her onto her stomach, and elevate her ass by pulling a few pillows under her. Straddled over her calves, I aim my cock and sink in. I wonder what it would feel like taking her other hole, and if she’s a virgin there. The question boils my balls. I drill into her, one long, forceful thrust at a time.
“I bet you’ve been told before what a great ass you have,” I remark as I grope a buttock.
She’s too busy grunting and groaning to answer. Putting a hand on her lower back, I vary the tempo and force, sometimes short and fast, sometimes deep and slow. The bed creaks with each smack of my pelvis into her ass. She cries out as I shove harder. But I know what will undo her.
Pausing my motions, I reach a hand around to play with a breast. Her pussy flexes around my cock and she pushes her ass back at me, seeking a return to the action. I give her nipple a tweak before reaching for her clit.
“Oh…my…God,” she moans.
I start thrusting again.
“Ask to come,” I remind her.
“Can I come?” she mumbles against the bed sheets.
“Yes, you can.”
A few minutes later, shudders rack her body. As she comes, I plunge into her fast and furious till my climax bowls into me. For a moment, I might be fucking her harder than she can take, but I’m too blinded by pleasure and need to hold back. When the last of my body’s tension drains out, I withdraw and lie on my back beside her. After collecting my breath, I free her wrists.
“Did I fuck you too hard?” I ask.
She replaces the pillows. “A little.”
“Did you like it?”
She thinks for a second. “Maybe.”
I smile and pull her to me. Who would have thought? This opinionated choirgirl is taking to my kind of sex. The possibilities with Bridget could be endless…
