Wild Rush: A Bad Boy Romance Read online

  The next time his fingers glided over my skin, I felt my bra being undone. I shivered, waiting in anticipation, knowing that was my role in this to wait. To react. It’s not that he didn’t usually make the first move when we had sex, but this felt different. Now it was his job to lead. And my job to follow.

  And lead he did. He eased my bra off and raised it up and over my arms. It, too, landed on the bed. But instead of lowering his arms, he grasped my hands in his, and folded my arms until my hands were behind my head. I laced my fingers together, sensing that this was what he wanted.

  “Good girl. That’s almost perfect except for one thing. Spread your legs.”

  I complied after half a second, spreading my feet about a foot and a half apart. Justin’s hands fell to my thighs and pushed my legs farther apart. I gasped, not used to him being rough with me. I liked it.

  “Now that’s perfect,” he said, walking around me, eyeing me like a cat with a mouse in its reach. Crossing his arms over his expansive chest, he said, “Now you look like a submissive.”

  His words sent chills through me. His predatory gaze, so unlike his normal gentle glances, also thrilled me. And again, the rational part of my brain wondered why. He’d seen me naked plenty of times. I wasn’t even fully naked. But this definitely felt different. More exciting, yes, but also more dangerous. For the first time, I wondered how deep Justin’s dominant side ran.

  He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes still raking up and down my body. That made it harder to hold still, but I was determined to do so.

  His firm, don’t-argue-with-me voice drifted through the dim light again. “Take off your panties and then get back into position.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, bringing my arms down with a slight sigh of relief. But then I felt surprisingly bashful lowering my panties right in front of him. Maybe it was the frank way he was examining my body. Usually when we were being intimate, he looked into my eyes. But now, it seemed like he was assessing a prized possession. It made me feel shy—but I can’t deny it was turning me on, too. The fact that he was still fully dressed intensified that feeling.

  Once I’d kicked off my panties, I put my hands back behind my head and parted my legs again. I looked at Justin and saw the approval in his eyes, and oddly enough, it made me feel pleased that he was pleased. I was glad he hadn’t asked me to do anything too difficult so far because I didn’t want to disappoint him.

  “Are you ready for the rest of your birthday spankings?”

  “I… I think so, Sir.”

  He continued looking at me, and then spoke again. “How did the ones before feel?”

  “Umm… I don’t know. They stung a little.”

  “Were they painful?”

  “At first. Just for an instant. Aren’t they supposed to be?” I asked.

  He smiled. “Yes, they are. But only for a few seconds unless they’re for punishment.”

  Before I could fully process the thought of punishment spankings, he motioned me toward him, and I took a few steps forward. He instantly found my nipple and rolled it between two long fingers.

  Shivers of arousal shot through my body to my core. I reminded myself that this wasn’t anything he hadn’t done tons of times, but again, it just felt different now. He was acting like my body was his to play with. Like he could do whatever he wanted. Or at least that’s the way it felt to me.

  His gentle caress turned a little less gentle when he gave my nipple a squeeze. A quick tug followed, then he released it. “Lay over my lap,” he said.

  “Over the knee?” I said with an involuntary yelp. I’d read many scenes in books that featured OTK spanking, but I never thought I’d experience it. It had always seemed so intimate. And humiliating. But judging by the way my blood was rushing toward my center, my body didn’t mind.

  Justin raised an eyebrow as he looked up at me. “If it seems like too much, use your safeword. That is always an option. But if you think you can do it… if you think you want to do it, then let’s go. Lay down across me.”

  Gulping, I did as he asked, somewhat awkwardly settling my stomach across his still-clothed legs. He helped me, his strong arms positioning me so that my head and upper body hung over one side of his lap and my legs the other. Every time he touched me I couldn’t help but flinch. It was like my brain was on high alert and even the lightest touch made my blood race.

  When I finally stopped squirming, I felt Justin’s hand rest on the small of my back. “Mmm, that’s quite a view. You look gorgeous like this, babe.”

  I tried to laugh, but somehow my mouth was too dry. All he could see of me was my backside, and he thought I looked gorgeous?

  He must’ve sensed that I was incredulous. “You really do. I’ve always thought you had a great ass, but it’s more amazing now that I know you trust me enough to do this. That you trust me enough to make yourself vulnerable. It means a lot to me.”

  For a moment, his voice lost the dominant undertone, and he sounded like the man I’d gotten to know so well over the past year. “I’m glad it means a lot to you,” I whispered, forgetting to say ‘sir’ but he didn’t seem to mind.

  He stroked my back gently, making big circles, each time going lower and lower on my slight sore cheeks. His touch felt so good I actually moaned. But then one of his fingers dipped briefly between my buttocks, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Justin chuckled—a tad evilly in my opinion.

  “Now that I know you’re still awake, shall we continue with the spankings?” His voice was tinged with amusement.

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, still squirming a little.

  “Good girl. I gave you twelve before, so this will be thirteen. Count for me.”

  This, too, I had read about in books. It had always seemed rather hot to me, to make the sub count out loud. And now I was being ordered to do it. Unbelievable.

  Justin’s warm palm stilled on my ass, and eventually, I realized that I was clenching in anticipation. I forced myself to relax, and he whispered, “Good girl” again. Then his hand moved away and came down again with a hard smack.

  “Thirteen!” I said, gasping. Either that one had been harder or it just felt that way because I’d been spanked earlier.

  He’d gone back to rubbing now, and that part, at least, still felt good. He must’ve liked it, too, because I could feel his erection pressing through his trousers against my side.

  I tensed up when his hand disappeared again. “Fourteen!”

  After that one, he ran his hand lightly down my skin and slid it between my legs. His finger skimmed easily between my folds, and I knew that I was very turned on. I moaned, involuntarily parting my legs, and I heard him give a small chuckle.

  “So wet for me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, not sure what else to say. But it was true. I was practically dripping with arousal. I hoped that this pleased him because he’d been so worried that I’d been doing this only because I thought he wanted it. Hopefully now I was proving to him—and to myself—that this was something I’d be interested in exploring even if I didn’t know how much he enjoyed it.

  Lost in thought, I barely noticed when his hand slid from my core, but I definitely noticed the next hard slap. It was lower, hitting at the base of my cheeks. A small yelp escaped my lips, and it took me a moment to remember what number that was. “Fifteen,” I said.

  “Better not lose count, babe.”

  In the stories I’d read, strict doms started over if their subs lost count, but I doubted Justin would do that. Not tonight, not my first time. I trusted him not to push me too far.

  Trust. I thought about what he’d said about how it pleased him to see that I trusted him. And then I remembered something he’d said a few days after we’d seen Madison at the mall. About why he liked tying a sub up so much.

  His hand descended again. “Sixteen,” I gasped. When it seemed another strike was imminent, I squirmed on his lap. “Wait. Please wait.”

  “Of course,” he said instantly, and he lifted m
e to my feet and pulled me into his lap. He’d completely changed my position in about two seconds flat—that alone spoke of his years of experience with this kind of thing. And it turned me on so much. To know that he knew how to handle my body. Control my body. Even use my body. I hadn’t no idea that could be such a turn on. I wondered if I’d also like what I hoped was going to happen next.

  Justin cradled me to his chest. “Was it too hard? We don’t have to do the rest.”

  “No, I… I mean, yes, it hurt, but that’s not why…” I trailed off, trying to gather my thoughts. Truthfully, I was a tiny bit dizzy from going from a prone to a sitting position that quickly.

  Justin kissed my forehead gently. “Tell me, Lily. Do you want to stop?”

  “No,” I said, resting my face against his sweater and then pulling back. “Can you …?”

  He knew what I wanted. He let go of me and stripped off his sweater along with the tie and shirt underneath it. Then I settled back, my face against the muscled skin of his chest, his bare arms around me. This was a very familiar position and exactly where I wanted to be.

  “Do you want to stop?” he murmured again.

  “No… but for the last seven spankings,” I said, counting quickly in my head, “I don’t want to be bent over your lap.”

  “Do you want to try the sofa again? That was more comfortable, wasn’t it?”

  “No,” I whispered, glad he could only see the top of my head. Otherwise, I didn’t think I’d be brave enough to make this request. “I don’t want to be more comfortable. I want to be less comfortable. I want you to tie me up.”

  Chapter Nine

  “WHAT?” JUSTIN SAID tilting my chin up so that he could look at me. Even in the dim light, I could see the conflicting emotions cross his face. He wanted this. That much was evident by the fire in his eyes, not to mention the swell of his cock pressing against me. But I knew he was going to refuse.

  “Don’t say no,” I said, probably breaking some kind of cardinal rule of being submissive. “I want this. I really do.”

  “Lily, hon, I appreciate the offer, but you’re not ready for that. We’re not ready for that.”

  “You’ve done it lots of times before, so how could you not be ready? You think I don’t want this, but I do.” I accentuated my words by wiggling my ass in his lap, rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants. He groaned in response, but then his expression grew stricter.

  “You can’t make me do something by grinding against me. Remember our talk about trying to top from below? That’s not what a good submissive does.”

  “But I’m not submissive—because you won’t let me.” I squirmed a little more. I knew I was pushing him… maybe that was the whole point.

  If I was seeking a reaction, I got one. With one swift move, Justin grasped me by the upper arms and deposited me on my feet, standing up beside me. He twisted us around, and then suddenly I was on the bed looking up at him.

  “You’re not ready for this,” he repeated.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Oh, it’s… ” I struggled to remember. What was it again? “Balloons! Birthday balloons.”

  Justin sat down next to me, looking frustrated. “That’s not good enough, babe. That word should be on the tip of your tongue. That’s rule number one. You need to know it and use it when it’s too much. Before it becomes too much, actually.”

  He was right. I knew he was. But I also knew that I wanted this. “I will, Justin. Honest. I will keep that phrase in the front of my mind. But please… I want to do this.”

  “For me?”

  “For us.” I took his hands in mine and looked up at his face. “You said we could start with birthday spankings, and we did. But now I’d really like to try a little more. You talked about how much you liked tying your subs up. About how close it made you. I want to feel that. I want to show you I trust you to do that. And I want to be controlled by you.”

  He sighed. “I’m still not convinced you truly want this.”

  “Then why don’t you find out,” I said, and I put my hands out, palms up, wrists together.

  * * *

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” Justin said as he wrapped a tie around my wrist. “I used to have all kinds of rope and fun things to bind a squirmy sub with.”

  The lack of official bondage equipment wasn’t lessening the experience for me. All kinds of emotions were rushing through me as I stood before him, naked, my wrists secured together. I was excited, and scared, and somehow ready to bolt yet wanting to stay all at the same time. Still, I had to admit that the paisley pattern of the dark purple tie was making the situation seem a little less X-rated and a little more comical.

  “Won’t this stretch out your tie?” I asked.

  “I don’t care if that ugly thing gets ruined. My mom gave it to me.”

  Ewww. “Please don’t mention your mother when I’m naked and horny.”

  Justin looked up from what he was doing and laughed. “Normally, I’d say that the sub doesn’t get to tell me what to do, but I definitely agree with you on that one.” He gave me a wink and a quick kiss on the lips.

  After a final tug, he stepped back and examined his work. I did, too. The tie didn’t seem quite so humorous now that I couldn’t use my hands.

  “How do you feel?” Justin had an unfamiliar expression on his face. There was a hint of the concerned boyfriend look I knew well, but it was overshadowed by excitement. No, not exactly excitement… maybe awareness was a better word? Maybe I was projecting, but it looked like he was in his element. Like he had everything he needed to do what he wanted to do. One naked sub, hands tied—check. One experienced dom—check.

  “Okay,” I said, but I knew from Justin’s raised eyebrow that that wasn’t enough of an answer. “Okay, Sir?” I said, trying again.

  “Give me a real answer, Lily.”

  “Yes, Sir. Umm… excited. A little scared.” He nodded for me to continue. “And a little embarrassed.”

  “Why?”

  I thought about it for a moment. “Because I’m standing in front of you naked, and you’re still half dressed. Because my wrists are tied up for you. I feel… a little like an offering. It’s… it’s erotic, but also a little embarrassing.”

  I waited to see if he would tell me I had nothing to be embarrassed about, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “That’s normal for a submissive. Embarrassment and humiliation are often a part of this kind of thing.”

  “Will… will I get over being embarrassed if we keep playing this way?”

  “Maybe,” he said. “Eventually. Many subs have a love-hate relationship with it. It bothers them but it also turns them on. Personally, I hope you don’t ever lose that feeling completely.”

  Really? “Why?”

  His spoke with simple honesty. “Because I like it when you’re like this. It turns me on to see you naked, in front of me, offering yourself to me,” he said, using my phrase from before. “And I get—I mean, my dominant side gets—a charge out of knowing that you’re feeling shy, yet you’re still standing there. Doing that for me. It’s a big turn on.” As if to prove it, he unzipped his fly. I could see his hardness straining against his boxers, but he didn’t take off his pants. Yet.

  Shifting my weight from one leg to the other, I could tell I was growing decidedly wetter. But even with the pleasurable anticipation pulsing through my body, I struggled to focus on what he’d said. I still couldn’t quite grasp if my embarrassment turned him on by itself—or if it turned him on that I felt that way and was continuing anyway. It seemed like an important distinction, but as his gaze sharpened and he grasped my wrists and raised them over my head, I let my physical responses take over.

  “You look so hot like this,” Justin breathed. He stretched my hands up toward the ceiling, holding them there effortlessly. He was so much stronger than me. He didn’t need to tie my hands if he chose to physically dominant me, but somehow it
was even hotter that he did.

  “You always look good naked, but this is even better.” He directed his words against the side of my neck, his lips barely grazing me. “This is hotter because I can do anything I like to you.”

  I closed my eyes and let my head drop back, baring more of my throat to him. I couldn’t help it. His intoxicating words were washing over me like a wave, sending quivers throughout my body.

  “I can touch you… spank you… tease you…” he murmured and then snaked his hand between our bodies. He cupped my breast, pushing it upward, making my nipple go instantly hard. I moaned as he captured my stiff peak between his fingers, tugging and teasing. Then he grasped the other one.

  “I can do anything I want with you.” He pulled my bound wrists behind his head, so that my arms were around his neck. His hands slid down my back to my thighs, lifting my legs. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I felt the somewhat stiff material of his slacks scratching against my sensitive skin.

  “I can fuck you,” he said, pushing his hard bulge against my hot folds, making me nearly explode with pleasure. Before I could grind back against him, his strong arms eased me back an inch or two. “Or I can make you wait.”

  “I can expose you,” he said, and suddenly his hands were on my ass cheeks, fingers sliding in between, spreading me open. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, afraid he would spread me wider and that it would hurt. But he released me a moment later.

  He twisted a few steps to the bed, ducking his head. A dizzying second later, I was on the bed on my back. Justin wasted no time pressing my knees up to my chest and pushing my thighs outward, holding me open for him.

  “I can examine every part of you,” he said, doing just that. I closed my eyes, mortified, but then his fingernails pressed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making my eyes fly open in surprise. “You'd don’t get to close your eyes unless I say so. When you’re my sub, you can’t hide anything from me. It’s all here for me to take. And I’m going to,” he said, “but you’ll like it.”