A Few More Rules Page 3

  But this moment with Bethany felt different than all of that combined. They’d just met, he didn’t know her and she didn’t know him. But that didn’t matter one bit. A sense of peace filled his heart, spreading through his limbs. For the first time since his injury, Rig felt like he was doing exactly what he was meant to do.

  He was right where he was supposed to be— Bethany was right where he was supposed to be.

  After Rig delivered her to her car and ensured she was inside, and the engine started, he let the content feeling float through him. When he got in his truck to follow behind her, he had no idea what else was going to happen. He only knew he’d go wherever she wanted to lead him.

  Again, peace filled his heart. It was wonderful. It was freeing. But it was also the most terrifying moment of his life.

  And that included the moment years ago when he was lying injured on a college football field, praying his future wasn’t over.

  Bethany turned up the radio as she drove home. I believe In Love, by the Dixie Chicks was playing and she sang along, keeping an eye on Colby in the rearview. She wasn’t naive enough to think she’d found some sort of love at first sight with him.

  Who knew if that even existed? Regardless, it was still up for debate whether or not a more than physical attraction at first sight could happen. Was it possible that maybe once in a lifetime, two total strangers could meet and be drawn to each other so magnetically, so immediately they could do nothing but go with it? She couldn’t be sure.

  Even if it were possible, could it become love? Rolling her eyes, annoyance vibrated through Bethany at her ridiculousness and she turned the radio off. “Don’t be an idiot, Beth. This isn’t love. It’s a one-night stand with a hot guy. So let’s not get carried away into some made up fantasy land, hmm?”

  After she pulled into her apartment complex and parked her car in her assigned spot, Bethany waved Colby in the direction of the visitor spots, and then waited on the sidewalk for him.

  With deep anticipation pulsing through her, she watched his shadowed form step out of the pick-up, close the door and admired each of his long strides as he walked toward her. His body was perfection. Broad shoulders framed a muscular chest, leading to a V shaped torso above a narrow and tight waist, and hips. Strong, muscular thighs—heat rose in Bethany’s body, her lower abdomen going tight with desire.

  Her clit puled. Her hands shook. The power of what his body was capable of didn’t escape her—especially since the man had been a football player. He could physically hurt her, if he wanted, she was sure. But Bethany was equally as sure he wouldn’t.

  In addition, she knew, with absolute certainty that Colby “Rig” Jenkins would do whatever it was she wanted or needed him to do.

  He stopped in front of her, his hands loose at his sides. But the tension he carried in his body rolled off him in thick, heavy waves. He was trying to hide it, she could tell. Or, it could merely be sexual tension. Though based on how he’d reacted earlier when they were first talking, Bethany had the feeling it was something deeper.

  The desire to pull down the walls he’d built to hide whatever it was inside him was equally as strong as the desire to feel his naked body against hers. As if she’d seen it first hand, she could feel there was a darkness inside his heart and Bethany wanted to unleash it.

  She wanted to see what he was holding onto for dear life—and why. Dangerous or not, she wanted to draw all of it out of him while he was pounding between her parted thighs.

  Gazing up at him, Bethany placed her hand on his chest and felt his beating heart beneath her palm. “You ready for this?”

  He drew in a deep breath. “I think so, yes.”

  Bethany nodded, took his hand and led him to her apartment door in silence. She handed him the keys, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. After entering her small one bedroom unit, Bethany set her things down on the countertop bar, just past the kitchen entryway.

  The sound of the door closing had her coming back around the corner to find him standing in the doorway. She didn’t turn the lights on; there was enough light coming in from the sliding glass door to highlight him.

  With her heart pounding in her ears, Bethany squeezed her hands into fists in an effort to ease some of the tension filling her limbs. She moved to stand in front of him and placed her palm on his chest again. “I’ve never done this before, taken someone home from the bar.” She smoothed her palm down to his abs. “But also, had it like this…like it is right now, this give and take of control between us.”

  It was a raw confession, one without fully naming the D/s play beginning between them. But nonetheless an admission that could extinguish the dynamic of the power exchange between them. She hoped it wouldn’t but if it did, then at least she could end things now.

  There would be no point in going forward with him, even for the sake of good sex, if it wasn’t on her terms. Bethany needed to establish the foundation for the both of them.

  He nodded. “That makes two of us. I just know that I don’t want it to stop.”

  Relief at his agreement spilled through Bethany and she smiled, almost ready to giggle. The inexperienced Mistress and her submissive? There was a fabulous book title. Good grief. She shook her head. “Okay, so this is new for both of us. We can make it up as we go along, or would you feel better if we had rules?”

  “Rules? I mean—” He chuckled. “You talking some sort of contract or something, because I think that’d be a bit much.”

  Bethany blurted a laugh. “I thought you’ve never done this before?”

  He rolled his eyes. “I haven’t, but that don’t mean I don’t know what ‘this’ is that we’re doing.”

  “So I guess we’re even.” She smiled, gazing up at him. Bethany slid her hand to the back of his neck and moved up on tiptoe. Her lips were a bare breath from his, if he bent only an inch more, they’d be touching. “Colby, would you like to touch me?”

  He drew in a sharp breath. “More than I want to breath, ma’am. Please, may I touch you?”

  God help her, she couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted to draw it out, make him beg a little more, but there would be time for that later. “You may.”

  Her words were a breath of a whisper and less than a heartbeat after they’d left her lips, his mouth was on hers in a hard, desperate kiss. Colby’s tongue drove between her lips, stroking and rubbing against hers. At the same time, his hands landed on her backside and he lifted her off her feet.

  Breaking from his mouth, Bethany gulped in a breath as she tilted her head in the other direction, and went back for more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and moaned when she felt the thick line of his erection against her core.

  Bethany rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him as her tongue stroked over his, and she bit at his bottom lip. Heat exploded over her skin, her pussy clenched and she clawed at his back, tugging at his shirt. She needed more, needed his naked skin.

  Colby spun them and her back hit the door with a thud. He let her lips go and moved to her throat, sucking and kissing at the tender area below her ear as he rocked his hips forward, rubbing his hard thickness against her denim covered pussy. With one hand, he held her hair in a tight grip, and had the other locked onto one ass cheek—

  Grinding—oh, God! A high-pitched moan escaped as Bethany’s first orgasm rocketed through her fast and hard…and she lost her ever-loving mind.

  Chapter Four

  “That was the sweetest sound I think I’ve ever heard.” Rig nuzzled the soft skin of Bethany’s neck as she sucked in breath after breath, coming down from the orgasm he’d given her.

  The swollen head of his cock was leaking inside his boxers, aching to be balls deep inside her. But she hadn’t asked him for that yet. Good thing he was patient because the chance to make her make those sweet sounds again was worth the wait.

  She ran her palm up the back of his neck. “I liked making it for you.” Her beautiful lips arched into a sated smile and she slid her ha
nd around and cupped his cheek. “It’s time to put me down.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Rig nodded, did as she asked and then took a couple steps back to give her some space.

  Bethany ran her hands over her mussed hair, then pulled the pins from the back, letting the rest of the length spill down around her shoulders. “I want you to always address me in that way. As ma’am. But especially when I give you a direction or command. Is that clear?”

  Rig’s dick throbbed, more pre-cum oozing from the tip. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “That makes rule number one then.” She nodded. “Rule number two. If I do something you absolutely do not care for, or cannot tolerate, then you should tell me. Immediately. There doesn’t have to be a safe word. You can trust I’ll respect your boundaries. But—” She held up one finger. “I also need you to trust that I won’t make you do something I think you can’t handle, and that might mean I push you past a boundary or fear in order to show you how strong you are. Is that clear?”

  Rig regarded the expression on her face. Bethany was utterly in control, and completely serious. Jesus, she was amazing. The little girl next-door look about her was like a ruse. Hiding beneath that innocent exterior, was a complete and total female Dominant.

  Rig never would’ve thought he’d be in a situation like this, or want someone like her. But here he was, staring straight into her big brown eyes and he couldn’t imagine denying her one damn thing.

  Although, he guessed there might be a few things he wouldn’t be into. Pain play being one thing he wasn’t sure he’d care for, or letting her peg him in the ass with a dildo or strap-on might for sure be off limits.

  Yet for her? Maybe…just maybe he’d do both and more.

  Either way, if she needed to make these rules for him—for them, then so be it. He smiled. “Very clear, ma’am.”

  “Good boy.” As she moved past him into the kitchen, she stroked her palm across his cheek. “Please go to my bedroom, remove all your clothes, and stand in the middle of the room. Link your hands behind your back and wait for me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Rig turned and headed into her bedroom. Her brief touch of his face had been both titillating and caring, stirring two different kinds of feelings inside his mind and body. In the very short time they’d spent together, there was already a tenderness building between them that Rig knew shouldn’t be there. Yet, it was there nonetheless.

  She didn’t know him, and he didn’t know her, but none of that mattered. The knowledge that she cared about him, would care about him going forward, was as clear in his heart and mind as an Arizona summer sky.

  Even if they never saw each other again after the night was over, she’d made a space for him in her heart. How could Rig not put his faith in her? As he stripped off his clothes and then moved into position on the center of the floor at the foot of her bed, he knew he trusted her implicitly.

  Rig could hear her moving around in the living room, and then watched as she passed by the bedroom doorway, into the semi-adjoining bathroom. When she returned she wore only a lace halter-style bra and matching lace panties.

  Rig’s cock jerked at the sight of her perfect body, bouncing against his belly and he felt the wetness coat his stomach and then a drop oozed down the tip. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

  Bethany reached up and gripped his chin in one hand. Squeezing, she pulled his face down to be eye level with hers. “Did I give you permission to talk?”

  Rig’s eyes went wide as shock blasted through him. Holy shit, she’d gotten his attention, and right quick. He wasn’t sure what to think or how to react to her sudden aggression, but his dick was all for it because he almost came. “No, ma’am, you didn’t. Please forgive me.”

  “That’s better. Now, mind your manners, or I’ll have to punish you.” She released his face and then moved away.

  Biting back a moan, Rig looked down at his hard as steel cock. Apparently his prick liked the idea of being punished because another drop of arousal dripped down the head and shaft.

  Bethany’s bare feet came into view, and Rig looked up to find her with a bathrobe tie in her hands. “I wasn’t prepared for you. Next time I will be. So this will have to do for now.”

  Next time… God, he wanted a next time. Clearing his throat, Rig nodded his acknowledgement, since she hadn’t asked him a direct question nor had she given him liberty to speak.

  She moved around him until he couldn’t see her anymore but then he felt her warm hands at his lower back. Her touch rippled through him, stoking his lust highter as she handled each wrist, binding them together with the long strip of silky material.

  He wanted to touch her, pleasure her body with his hands, fingers, tongue and cock. But this binding of his wrists took the option away from him. Disappointment warred with excited anticipation, and again, the head of his dick oozed more fluid.

  Having his hands tied behind his back might cause some discomfort in his shoulder, but he’d deal with it. The soreness tomorrow would be worth it. After all, his cock had never been this hard in his life, and how he hadn’t spurted his release everywhere with what she’d done so far to him was amazing.

  “I’m going to touch you. Where I want, and however I want.” She moved in front of him, trailing her fingertips along his ass and hip. “It’s okay to show your pleasure, to express it with moans and such, I want you to. But no talking, unless I ask you a direct question. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Ooh,” she crooned, her lips pursing. “Such a good boy.” Bethany wrapped her petite hand around his thick shaft and Rig sucked in a harsh breath. “You have a gorgeous cock, Colby.” She stroked him, once, twice, then pressed the pad of her thumb against the opening at the head. “You want to come, don’t you?”

  Fuck, her hands on him shot bolts of pleasure up and down his spine. He shook his head, panting. “No, ma’am. I don’t want to come until you do.”

  She resumed stroking his shaft. “But I came earlier.”

  “But I—” His cock jerked, ready to orgasm and he spurted a small stream onto her fingers. Rig gritted his teeth, and groaned. Bethany continued, using it to lube his length further. “Fuck!” He tried to pull away, attempting to stop the climax, but she tightened her grip, halting his movement. “Oh, Fuck! God, Bethany!”

  “Shh. Shh, now. Easy. Breathe.” Bethany slid her fist higher to the crown, and squeezed. Not hard enough to hurt him, but tight enough to help him beat back his orgasm. “Focus on my eyes. My voice, and breathe, Colby.”

  Rig did as she asked and somehow he managed to push his climax back down. After a few more deep breaths she slid her hand back down, fisting his shaft again and holding him at the root. “Finish what you were saying.”

  Lust swamped all of his senses and Rig swallowed, trying to further calm himself. “I need you to come more than once before I know I’ve pleased you enough. Your pleasure is all that matters, ma’am.”

  “Fair enough, but I’ll remind you that I own your pleasure, and I also own when you give me mine. If I want this pretty cock of yours to come for me, then it will happen. Whether you like it or not.” Bethany rose on tiptoe and licked his bottom lip. “Is that clear, Colby?”

  His body trembled as lust filled endorphins flooded his entire nervous system. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good boy.” Bethany took Colby’s mouth in a kiss, tangling her tongue with his as she held his cock and it throbbed in her palm. His dick was silky smooth. Thick, hot and impossibly hard. She could feel the blood pulsing through the large vein traveling the length of the shaft.

  She was going to edge him—withhold his orgasm—at least for as long as they could both stand it, because she wanted him mindless. Bethany wanted him begging, and she wanted him completely and totally at her mercy. Then maybe she’d let him go to his knees and he could eat her cunt until she came. Maybe…

  Pulling from his lips, she eased the grip off his shaft and ran her fingers down to his sac. “Do you like
your balls played with?”

  He was panting but still holding onto his control. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good.” She cupped him in her palm, lightly gripping the tender skin and massaging the globes of flesh. “Do you know what edging is?” With the thumb of her free hand, she made little circles around the rim of the head as she played with his balls in the other.

  He let out a loud, nearly high-pitched moan before he was able to answer her. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Have you ever been edged before, or done it to yourself?”

  He shook his head, his breathing more labored. “No.”

  “No, what?” Bethany gripped his balls tight and hard.

  “Ma’am! No, ma’am!” He threw his head back and growled.

  With a smile, she released her vice grip and gently massaged the tender flesh again. “Much better.”

  Continuing with the tease of her thumb on his cock-head, Bethany released his balls and moved her hand around to his backside, smoothing her palm down the curve of his ass. Although it was possible he’d engaged in ass play with past partners, she figured it hadn’t been in this sort of setting.

  She’d never played with a guy’s prostate before, and now was the perfect time to start. Having read about it, she knew to go slow, but no matter what, it was definitely going to happen. Bethany slid her fingers between the cleft of his ass cheeks and he tensed as she grazed his asshole.

  She smiled and raised one eyebrow. “Wherever and however, remember? Relax, Colby. Breathe.”

  Bethany slid her fist down his shaft then back to the head, slow and easy, using his pre-cum as lubricant. When he was panting again, she licked two of her fingers and slid them through the cleft of his ass once more and this time, pressed them against his tight asshole. With his chest rising and falling with each breath, Colby’s hot gaze bore into hers and the muscle near his jawline ticked.

  Good God he was gorgeous like this…giving her the precious gift of his submission. Allowing her to touch him in any way she wished. The power of it swirled through her mind like a tornado, and she felt drunk from the sheer overwhelming effect it had on her body.