Claimed Harder by Em Brown
Chapter 21
BRIDGET
Past
“Ithink it’s time we gave you a safe word.”
Still not fully awake, I snuggle into the crook of Darren’s arm. The jet lag wasn’t so bad, but I was tired after going out clubbing. Andrea had opted for a smaller, more exclusive club, but it still wasn’t really my scene. I enjoyed dancing with Darren, but I also had to watch the occasional woman hit on him. Although Elaine wasn’t with us, one of the women on the groom’s side boldly flirted with Darren as if I wasn’t even there.
I was so exhausted by the time we got back around three in the morning that I didn’t even bother looking for my pajamas. I just took off my clothes and crawled into bed naked. Darren did the same.
“You have a word you want to use?” he asks.
“No. Do I really need one?” I murmur.
“Yes. Otherwise, I don’t know if I’ve gone too far. And the word has to be unique enough that it won’t get lost in the scene.”
“Unique? Like…cake?”
“Sure, we can try that.”
I move to wrap my arm about his waist and graze his hard-on. “Whoa. You need me to take care of that for you?”
“Hell yes,” he replies, his voice gruff with desire.
He pushes my head beneath the covers toward his groin. Fisting the base of his shaft, I start by licking his cock, flicking my tongue over the grooves and flares of the head. Relishing his grunts, I envelop his tip with my mouth and suck, tasting his pre-cum. He pushes my head down to take more of him. I tongue the underside as I go up and down. He groans, grabs me, and positions me over him so that we’re in full-fledged 69. Pretty soon, I’m half distracted by what he’s doing to me with his tongue and forget my part.
I come off his cock. “Can I come?”
“You’re not there yet.”
“I know, but I want to ask before you stuff my mouth and claim you can’t understand me.”
He chuckles, then rolls me under him before returning to the cunnilingus. He pumps his hips, driving his cock deeper. I try my best to relax my throat and hold on to his buttocks. I feel my wetness dripping down to my ass. He seems to notice this, too.
“Good time for the anal plug,” he says, then hops out of bed to the bag where he got the Ben Wa balls.
Crap. I had forgotten about that.
He opens a rectangular box and shows me three teardrop-shaped plugs with jeweled hearts at the ends.
“This is a good training set,” he explains.
They look fairly harmless, I decide. He takes the smallest one out and lets me hold it in my hand.
I give it back. “That’s going to go in my…?”
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
After I’m in position, he caresses my back and derriere. “Relax, Bridge.”
He rubs the plug along my clit till I’m aroused enough to actually want this. He grabs a buttock and shakes it, then presses the plug into my vagina. He fucks me with the plug a few times before moving it to my back hole.
“Relax,” he reminds me, pressing the tip against me. “It’s not going to hurt. It’s going to feel good.”
I can’t help it. It just feels weird having anything go in a point of exit. With his free hand, he fondles my clit before pressing the plug against my sphincter.
“Inhale,” he directs. “Now exhale.”
On the exhale, he pushes the tip of the plug in.
I stay perfectly still even though I want to squirm away. This feels plain weird.
“Inhale…exhale.”
He sinks more of the plug in. Gradually, with each exhale, more and more of the plug is nestled in me until my anus seems to suddenly go from resistance to pulling it in.
“Good girl, Bridge.”
I adjust to the fullness faster than I thought I would, until he grasps the end of the plug and wiggles it. Releasing the plug, he gives my buttock a slap. Then he intensifies his fingers against my clit, and the pleasure is incredible. I don’t know how the plug has anything to do with my clit, but the whole area between my legs is lit. The stimulation at my clit seems to accentuate the butt plug, which responds by echoing the pleasure from my clit. I’m bewildered and ecstatic.
“Can I come? Can I come?” I ask in a hurry.
“Yes.”
“Ohhhhhh…”
Fireworks go off between my legs. I don’t know what to do with my body. As long as he’s touching me, I’m on some other plane of sensation. Eventually, he withdraws his fingers but leaves the plug in.
By the time my climax finally fades, I am more than awake.
The rest of the morning,we hang out on the beach and watch the wedding rehearsal. I read through materials for school. We have lunch at the open-air, beachside grill, where I order the turmeric and coriander prawns while Darren opts for the grilled Wagyu. Darren compliments me on not agonizing over the prices. I admit that I feel a little guilty not opting for the least-expensive lunch item, but I think I’m getting used to spending his money.
Darren leans over to me and whispers, “It’s going to be more than worth it once we’re back at The Lotus.”
Halfway through the meal, while I listen to Amy compare this trip to the one her family took to Hong Kong, I see Darren look over to the far side of the restaurant where two men have sat down. I think they might be with the wedding, but Darren doesn’t look too happy to see them.
“That’s another friend from USC,” I overhear JD say to Darren.
Later, I glance over at the two men and see that one of them is looking at Darren with equal displeasure. In fact, they’re engaged in a staring contest.
Dessert menu in hand, I draw Darren’s attention by saying, “This sticky rice dessert sounds like the one we had at your place.”
Lunch ends with no more staring contests, but I do look over at the other guy twice. Both times, I find him staring at me.
“Who was the guy in the restaurant?” I ask Darren as we walk back to our villa.
“No one important,” he replies.
“You sure about that? You looked ready to kill him. Either that, or you guys were going to get hot and heavy.”
“We don’t like each other. There’s not much more than that.”
I get that guys don’t like to get as personal as women, but I feel like there’s a whole other side of Darren that I don’t know much about. I tell myself that we haven’t been together long, a lot of our time is filled with sex, and he’s one of those private types. But I’d like to try to peel away some of those layers.
“Just stay away from him,” Darren adds.
After lunch is our couples’ massage and spa treatment. Even though I’ve never had so much as a facial, I can’t imagine any massage or spa treatment more special than being outside overlooking the sea. First comes a milk bath, then a jasmine rice body scrub, a facial involving jade stones and sacred lotus, and finally an aroma-infused massage with Siamese healing herbs. Any massage would have been a luxury, but each of us has two masseuses working on us. By the time they’re done, I feel like relaxed Jell-O.
Back in the women’s locker room, wrapped in a plush spa robe, I retrieve my t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops from a locker. I hear voices, coming from the other side of a set of lockers, that I recognize: Andrea, another bridesmaid named Moon, and Yu-Jin, the girl who kept hitting on Darren in front of me last night.
“Can you believe the girls Darren and JD brought with them?” Moon asks.
“JD has a different girl like every month,” Andrea replies.
“But they must be serious if they brought them here to your wedding.”
“Not really. Remember the girl JD brought to my father’s 50th in Sydney? He dumped her a week later.”
“I mean, that girl Amy is cute, though her clothes could use an upgrade.”
“Her clothes are like haute couture compared to what her friend was wearing!” Yu-Jin pipes in. “I saw her wearing a t-shirt and flip-flops that look like they came from Kmart or something.”
“What’s Kmart?”
“So Darren can’t be, like, serious about this girl, right?”
“You keep working it, girl. You could have him dumping her in days, I bet.”
“I just hope he’s not in some kind of banana phase.”
“Darren’s not like that,” Andrea says. “I think most of the time he’s with an Asian woman. And Bridget’s not even white, I think. At least not full white.”
Returning from the bathroom, Amy walks up to me at that point. “Hey, what’s the matter?”
The other side of the lockers grows quiet.
“I was just thinking about what a beautiful place this is,” I answer, “and how lucky JD is to have you because you’re not one of those shallow bougie girls with tits for brains. And if JD can’t see that, he’s not worth it.”
Amy smiles. “Ahh, thanks, Bridge. Are you guys going to the rehearsal dinner tonight?”
“I don’t think so. I told Linda I’d work on a grant application.”
“You’re so dedicated. They should give you a pay raise.”
After I meet up with Darren to head back to our villa, I bring up the grant application I want to work on.
“But I don’t want you to miss out on the rehearsal dinner because of me,” I add.
“Something the matter?” Darren asks.
“Well, everyone here knows everyone else. It might be nice for the rehearsal dinner to be more intimate without a stranger like me.”
“There’ll be over forty people at the rehearsal dinner. How intimate can it get?”
“I also told Coretta I’d give her a call. I only texted her yesterday.”
Darren didn’t push it.
Once we were back in our villa, Darren gets ready for the rehearsal dinner. While he takes a shower, I decide to soak in the bathtub, which is right next to the window with the view of the beach.
“Does JD have a lot of ex-girlfriends?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can.
“What do you consider ‘a lot?’”
Unable to settle on a good metric, I ask instead, “Does he kind of move from one girl to the next?”
“Why are you asking?”
“He’s dating my friend. I’m curious to know more about him. So, does he?”
“Sometimes.”
“Has he ever had a long-term relationship?”
Darren sighs. “Maybe he hasn’t met the right person.”
“Does he want to meet the right person?”
“I don’t know. It’s not the kind of thing guys talk about a lot.”
I get the sense that Darren’s a tad uncomfortable, which doesn’t inspire me with confidence where JD is concerned.
“Amy’s having a lot of fun with him,” I say, and study his reaction.
“Yeah. I bet their sex is good. Not as good as ours, though.”
“I bet he doesn’t make her call him ‘sir.’”
Darren steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. “You’ll have to ask Amy about that.”
“What’s with the ‘sir’ thing anyway?” I ask, eying the way the water glistens on his bronzed skin. My gaze rakes over his pecs and six-pack.
“It reinforces the Dom-sub relationship.”
“Will I ever get to be the Dom?”
“If I allow it.”
“Since we’ve already ventured into BDSM, do I still have to give you a night at your club?”
“You better believe it.”
I sink into the water. So far, I’ve been able to handle everything he’s thrown at me. I wonder how Yu-Jin would react to Darren’s penchant for kink. I envision her fighting with Elaine over Darren. Who would win?
A surprising stab of jealousy shoots through me, but I quell it. Like I told Amy, if he can’t appreciate what he’s got, it’s his loss.
Darren takes off his towel and steps into the bathtub.
“Don’t you need to get ready for the rehearsal dinner?” I inquire.
“I’ll get there. After we fuck.”
“It sounds so romantic when you say it like that.”
He sits down with a smirk. Reaching for me, he pulls me between his spread legs and has me lie against his chest. With one hand, he fondles my breast. With the other, he strokes me between my thighs. I sigh at how good it feels to be wrapped in the steamy water, his muscular arms around me, my clit caressed to perfection, his erection pressed against my backside.
After he brings me to full arousal, he has me get on my hands and knees. The bathtub is deep, with the water level teasing the edge. I have to crane my neck to keep my head above water. He kneels behind me, and I feel his cock at my entry. He buries himself in me gradually, then circles his thumb around my other hole, reminding me that earlier I lost that virginity.
“I can’t wait to be inside there,” he murmurs, slowly bucking his hips.
I can. The butt plug was a good size, and still much smaller than him.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
Not wanting to lose the momentum for my arousal, I happily reach for my clit. His thrusting causes the water to splash into my face. It’s distracting, making me lose track of my place.
“You want some breath play?” he asks.
Remembering how intensely I came the time he covered my mouth and nose to keep me quiet so that my other housemate, Simone, didn’t hear anything, I say okay.
Darren fists his hand in my hair. “Take a good breath. Now hold it.”
I thought he was just going to do what he did before. Instead, he dunks my head under water while he shoves himself into me.
When he pulls my head back up, I gasp loudly, mostly because I panicked. He waits for me to collect myself.
“Good breath. And hold.”
Wait! We’re doing this again? I quickly take a breath before he plunges me back in.
“That’s enough,” I sputter when he pulls me out.
“You have to use your safety word.”
Safety word. What was my safety word?
“Take a breath and hold.”
I remember the safety word when I’m underwater. As soon as I’m back out, I say, “Cake!”
Water streams down my face. He releases my hair and wipes my face. I make a mental note not to forget my safety word next time.
He pulls me up so I’m on my knees. I’m glad my face is no longer near the water. He gropes my breasts, then turns my face around to take my mouth. Still recovering from the breath play, it takes me several minutes before I engage in the long, wet kiss. Fitting a hand between my thighs, he rubs my clit.
“Can I come?” I whisper while his mouth continues to devour me.
“Yes, Bridge.”
He pinches a nipple harshly. My climax follows seconds after. I quake against him, his hands on my mound and on a breast, my pussy spasming over his cock, which is still buried inside me. When I’m done, my body still throbs in multiple places.
Darren withdraws his cock and sits back down. “Suck me off.”
I settle on my hands and knees between his legs, but his lower body is completely beneath water, which means more breath play. I take a deep breath, hold it, and go down on him. This might take a while, since I have to come up for air every now and then, so I use my hands and jerk him off when I need a breath. From his grunts, I gather he’s getting closer and closer to his climax. He also starts holding my head in place when my mouth is wrapped around his shaft.
Feeling as if I’m unable to hold my breath much longer, I start to struggle. Of course, I can’t utter my safety word, and that’s a little scary. But when I start slapping his arm, he lets me up. He raises his hips so that his cock is closer to the surface. I intensify my sucking, work his shaft with one hand and grab his balls with the other. He drops an oath and starts bucking in short, rapid motions, sending water into my face again. I taste his cum and let it drip out of my mouth, surprised he hasn’t ordered me to swallow it. I suspect that day will come.
With a sigh, he sinks back into the water. I settle against him and we sit in the tub for a while, even though the water has grown tepid.
The ringing of his cell prompts us to get out. It stops as he wraps a towel around him. Walking over to the bathroom counter, he picks up his phone to see who called.
Seeing the expression on his face, I ask, “What’s the matter?”
He turns to me. “My mom’s here.”
