Claimed Harder by Em Brown
Chapter 8
BRIDGET
Past
I’m not sure how I feel about having my arms pinioned like this, but who the hell cares? When Darren strokes my clit the way he does, all I want to do is let him work his magic. The orgasm is good, though not as explosive as the last time. Every time he tongued or sucked my nipple, a current would zip to the area between my legs. When he had slowed down while talking, I wanted to grind myself into his hand like crazy. I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about, and before the mist of my orgasm has faded enough for me to recall, I’m flipped onto my stomach and my hips pulled to the edge of the bed.
“Don’t move,” Darren says before giving my butt a swat.
I watch him grab a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. Whew. With my arms pinned to my body, I can’t exactly defend myself if he tries to go without protection. Looking back, it probably wasn’t very smart of me to fall into sex so soon without knowing Darren well enough. I let lust get the better of me, and I never thought I would. I’m lucky that Darren isn’t one of those creeps who do that messed-up stealthing shit.
I hear his buckle coming undone, the zipper of his pants, and then the crinkle of the condom wrapper. Just to be sure, I twist my head around to see that the condom is actually on. It is. He pulls his shirt off, and I glimpse his chest, still gorgeously tan.
“You did good, Bridge,” he says as he pulls my underwear and jeans down to my knees.
He slides himself between my legs and sinks into me, filling me with his hardness.
Oh God, that feels good.
He leans over me and murmurs near my ear, “You’re so sexy when you ask to come.”
I blush. That’s right. I did that.
He manages to sink his erection deeper. “Do it again.”
“Ask to come?” I verify.
He starts rolling his hips, making me quiver in anticipation. My body is already up for orgasm #2.
“Ask to come,” he confirms.
“May I come?”
He drives his hips into my backside. “May I come, sir.”
“May I come, sir!”
The words tumble from my mouth before I have time to think. This is part of BDSM, isn’t it?
“Not yet,” he replies.
What the hell? Not yet?
“I asked nicely,” I reply.
He laughs. “I didn’t say you couldn’t. Just hold off a little.”
Like there’s anything he can do to stop me. But if he wants to play this game, I guess I’ll go along because I want that orgasm.
He thrusts with the perfect motion, with finesse, not too fast that I can’t appreciate how good it feels or slow enough to drive me crazy. And the angle of penetration hits that sweet but jarring spot, stroking a delicious urgency. Is he good or just lucky? Doesn’t matter. I groan with need, with pleasure, with gratitude.
“Oh my God,” I mumble against the bed as I feel my climax coming to a crest.
“Not yet.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t say you could come yet.”
It doesn’t matter what he says. My body’s going to do what it’s going to do.
Or not.
Darren has stopped thrusting. My body’s confused. His length flexes inside me, and my pussy clenches down on him, seeking to unleash the rapture.
Come on…fuck me.
But there’s no motion. Only silence.
Finally, Darren asks, “You were about to come, weren’t you?”
I bury my face into the bed. “Yeah.”
He bites my earlobe and growls, “You come when I say you can.”
Abruptly, he pulls out, pulls off my boots and yanks off my jeans and underwear before flipping me onto my back. He throws my right leg over his shoulder and plunges himself back into me. Holding my leg against him, he rolls his hips.
I quiver with need. “Okay…can I come now?”
He only stares at me, his eyes dark with desire.
“Please,” I add.
He continues to rock against me, stoking the flames swirling in my groin. The sensations are better than any rush from sugar or chocolate. I’m so close to erupting. But he hasn’t actually said I can come yet.
Holding back the wave of ecstasy, I manage to stutter, “So, I c-can come?”
“Almost.”
Almost?! I can only do so much.
“Now, Bridge.”
With his free hand, he rubs my clit while sinking himself deep into me. The pressure I tried to hold back explodes, sending shudders through me from head to toe. I have no control of my body as it bucks and quakes. For several seconds, I can’t even scream. Darren shoves his hips, his pelvis smacking into my derriere fast and furious before he, too, climaxes. I feel his erection throb inside of me. The sensation sends little pulses down my legs.
Even after he’s pulled out, I remain where I am to recover, waiting for my body to return to equilibrium. As I emerge from the bliss, I wonder to myself, did I just call him “Sir?”
