Tucker's Fall Part 3

"Not-not sure." Forget talking, she needed him to touch her before she started to cry-or worse-beg. The pulse of her c.l.i.t bordered on painful, her nipples tightened beyond expectation and moisture coated the edges of her s.e.x. One touch. Yes, please. One touch.

"You can do this." He slid a finger between her folds and teased her opening. "Did I mention how much I love that you didn't wear underwear today?" A little more teasing and his finger dipped inside. "In fact, as s.e.xy as some panties are, I'd prefer if you never wore them."

Maggie's heart skipped a beat. Her muscles tensed. This was Tucker who held her in his lap, sliding his finger in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. How the h.e.l.l was she supposed to stay detached in this? How could she not? A bitter divorce still hung heavy on her mind, not to mention the current shambles of her career.

"Stop it!" His voice boomed through the room. "Whatever you're thinking about that made you tense up has got to go."

"But I-"

Tucker slipped his free hand across her mouth and stopped her protest cold. "Don't bother. I think we've had enough talking for now. Here are the rules. First, no talking is permitted unless I ask you a direct question. Understood?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Actually Yes, Sir would be the appropriate response. But you already knew that didn't you?" He uncovered her mouth and waited.

She hesitated for half a second before she amended her response. "Yes, Sir." It surprised her how easy the word Sir rolled from her tongue. She'd waited what felt like half her life for someone who wanted to hear it, and kind of expecting she'd hate saying it.

"That's better." He trailed his fingers along her cheek, across her jaw line and slowly wrapped his hand around her neck. He did not squeeze or tighten, yet the power in his grip was unmistakable.

"Second, you'll pick a safe word that you won't hesitate to use if you can't take anymore. I don't know what you've seen before, but using a safe word is not a sign of weakness or a signal that we can no longer continue at a later time. It's a safety tool, plain and simple. So don't a.s.sume anything more or less if you need to use it."

He hadn't stopped moving his finger inside her and it took every ounce of willpower to focus on his words more than the sensations he created.

"I don't want to hurt you, Maggie. Except in ways that will lead to pleasure for us both. Do you want me to continue?"

His finger brushed a particular responsive spot and she gasped. Continue? Was he kidding? She felt pinned in place, desperate for more and it was far more pleasant than she expected. If he stopped now she might kill him.

"Yes." A breath after she spoke the word she remembered. "Sir."

"Very nice. Your honest and easy response tells me a lot."

Maggie closed her eyes and tried not to think about how natural this became by the minute. She was so d.a.m.ned h.o.r.n.y now. Anything he wanted she was prepared to give so long as he kept going. A breath later, his hand stilled between her legs.

"Oh no. Please don't stop."

A low chuckle rumbled against her back. "I think that's exactly what I need to do." He removed his hand and lifted her to a standing position in front of him.

Maggie frowned. "That's not very nice," she complained.

"Nice isn't the goal now is it? Don't answer that. All I require right now is your nudity. Take off your clothes, Maggie and then lower your body to your knees. I wish to see every inch of you."

Maggie's stomach quivered at the tone of his request. Standing with her back to Tucker left her unsure what to do next. Part of her wanted to bolt before she lost complete control and the other part stood rooted to the floor unable to move. He'd made her an offer and she'd accepted, so why did the sudden image of being way in over her head keep popping up?

"I'm waiting, sub." The gruff sound of his voice might have put her off and ended their scene before it started if she hadn't heard the slight hitch in his breath. The sudden knowledge that Tucker Lewis sat staring at her back just as affected as she, filled her with enough confidence to keep going.

She reached for the b.u.t.ton of her skirt, lowered the zipper, and slid the soft fabric over her hips and legs until it pooled on the floor at her feet. With his gaze likely boring into her backside, she lifted her blouse over her head and tossed it to the end of the couch. She waited for him to say something, even strained to hear his breathing, before she continued. Instead the silence thickened and somehow made it easier for her to go on.

When her bra fell to the ground and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sprang free, she moaned. Cool air rushed over her elongated and erect nipples making them ache more than before. Tension coiled in her stomach and between her thighs. He hadn't said a word and she was already shaking. The muscles of her thighs quivered as she contemplated what to do next. He'd said on her knees but not seeing his reaction was killing her.

"May I turn?" She held her breath.

"No."

The one word response startled her. This was it. The next move was completely up to her. She could either comply with his demands or end it now. Who was she kidding? She'd come this far...

Maggie bent to the floor and as gracefully as possible got down on her knees. She tried to keep perfectly still as she waited for Tucker to instruct her further. What she wanted to do was turn, check to see if he was actually still interested. Maybe he'd changed his mind when she' d removed her clothing. She hadn't exactly kept up with her exercise schedule.

"Is this hard for you, little one? Sitting still and waiting for your Dom to tell you what's next?"

Her Dom? Her stomach quivered at the thought. This was really happening. "I'm fine," she answered. What a lie.

A firm hand nudged at her back until she gave in to the pressure and allowed him to press her head to the floor.

"Are you now?" His hand reached under her bottom, one finger sliding through the increased moisture of her s.e.x. "You're certainly wet."

Maggie had no response. What the h.e.l.l could she say? He had the evidence of her desire on his fingers. With one hand on her back holding her to the ground and the other exploring her p.u.s.s.y, she'd pretty much give anything if he'd f.u.c.k her now. The need for him to take her quick and hard for his pleasure speared through her like lightening. Unfortunately his hand wandered down her thigh and behind her knee.

"Don't pretend to be tougher than you are. With me you are free to be the woman inside. There is no judgment in these walls. Today you'll learn there is nothing, no response, no emotion that you can hide from me. I'll take and you'll give with no restraint. The pleasure will be ours. Together."

The pit of Maggie's stomach quivered. For the tenth time since she'd left her house she was certain she'd jumped off the face of a cliff with no safety cord. By now fear should have paralyzed her and instead she practically melted into the floor. In the back of her mind she heard the distinct sound of leather sliding against leather and imagined Tucker removing his belt. She tried to sit and found his grip tighter than she expected. She'd not moved an inch. She turned her head to the side and hoped upon hope to catch something from the corner of her eye.

Frustrated, she blew out a hard breath. He might as well have blindfolded her. The sound of his zipper came next, torturing her senses. In her mind's eye she saw Tucker reach into his pants and draw out his thick, hard p.e.n.i.s until it jutted boldly from his hips. Would he remove the slacks or f.u.c.k her as is with his pants on and her body folded on the ground.

She cried out when her p.u.s.s.y muscles clenched violently. With her breath sawing in and out of her lungs as she tried to control her reactions, a thick finger breached the tight opening of her s.e.x. This time he wasn't light and easy. He thrusted roughly inside her, creating sharp friction that nearly sent her careening over the edge. Oh G.o.d. So close.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she whimpered, her hips gyrating against his hand. "Tucker, I-ohh-I..."

Seconds later she found her body pinned in place by his legs as he towered over her. Then his chest was against her back and his free hand wrapped underneath her. Instead of touching her c.l.i.t like she'd hoped, he brushed against her stomach in a trail to her breast. There he grasped a nipple and pinched. Delicious torment that grew tighter and tighter until... "Owwww!" she screamed. Blinding pain swept through her nipple and breast in a direct line to her p.u.s.s.y. There the heat gave way to pleasure and her body drew taught. So much pleasure, so much more still not there. Only a little more and she'd fly free.

His fingers eased on her nipple and she didn't know whether to sigh a breath of relief or cry for the injustice of it all. She didn't have long to consider before he moved to the other nipple and repeated the same move. Another scream tore through her throat and she bucked wildly against his hand.

"What is happening?" she cried.

"I'm watching you come apart in my arms, little one. And what a beautiful sight it is." His grip tightened and the pulse at her c.l.i.t throbbed incessantly.

"Oh. My. G.o.d. I'm so close." She couldn't think about anything but the intensity of the pleasure he created. f.u.c.k.

"I know. Which is why I have to stop." He released her breast and withdrew the finger he'd used to f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y.

"What? Wait." With all her strength, Maggie muscled her way free and flopped to her side. "Why the h.e.l.l would you-?" The question died on her lips at the sight of Tucker's weeping c.o.c.k. Thick viscous fluid coated the dark mushroom head making her mouth water. She licked her lips and moved closer.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground before she'd moved a foot from her position. "If you truly don't want to feel my belt on your backside, you'll stop struggling."

She immediately froze despite the extra quiver she felt deep in her p.u.s.s.y. Her nipples ached, distracting her further. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with her? She wasn't supposed to react like this when he threatened her with the one thing she disliked.

To make things worse he stroked one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with a light caress that brought her as much pleasure as the pinch had. She sighed and relaxed again.

"Fighting it won't help. It might delay the inevitable but eventually I'll have my way and you'll get where you need to go. I promise you that."

Maggie clenched her jaw and remained silent. It felt childish but she wasn't happy to be denied.

"There are things I can do that will bring you more pleasure than you can imagine. All you have to do is let me take care of you. Trust that whatever I do is designed for both our enjoyment. Be open."

"I've never let anyone take care of me."

"I know. That's why your surrender will be all the more sweet to a man like me."

"This messes with my head. I don't know how to react."

He chuckled. "You had to expect that. With all the time you spent on research. I'm sure you've heard it explained a thousand times. What you didn't understand is that no amount of book learning can prepare you for how it really feels."

Maggie didn't particularly enjoy her sudden cowardice. She'd pursued the lifestyle with a pa.s.sion that easily bordered on obsession. How easily things changed when the tables were turned on her.

Tucker lowered her to her feet while keeping her cradled in his arm. "Since you look at a loss for words, I think it's time to move onto the second item on our agenda."

"You have an agenda?"

He shifted his arms and released her. To her disappointment he pushed his c.o.c.k back into his pants and zipped them back up. "I am nothing if not meticulous in my attention to details."

Maggie bit her tongue to keep her smart response to herself. She definitely got the impression she was on the verge of pushing her luck.

"This way." He grabbed her hand and began leading her to the back of the house.

"What about my clothes? Don't I need to put them on?"

"No." He glanced down at her scattered items. "They are staying right where they are for the foreseeable future."

"That's not fair. You're fully dressed."

Without a word Tucker turned a 100-watt smile on her that left her quaking in front of him. The man was gorgeous when he did that, but it was nothing compared to the devilish look in his eye. That look said I am the devil and you are my prey and there isn't a d.a.m.n thing you can do about it.

Chapter Five.

Tucker led her from the house, across a small gla.s.s enclosed breezeway and into his very private s.p.a.ce. He needed these few minutes to get his body under control and to think through a few changes from his earlier plans. It would be so easy to lose himself in this incredible woman. First things first, he wanted her bound and unable to move much. She needed him to take complete control and what better way to accomplish that than to leave her bound and waiting while he sketched.

"What's all this?"

Her question brought him out of his own head and placed his attention back on her where it should be. "I guess you could call it my combination home office and playroom."

He watched her gaze wander the s.p.a.ce from the messy desk and piles of sketchpads to the play equipment he'd let gather dust for quite some time.

"You work in here with that big St. Andrew's cross suspended in the middle of the room?" She'd zoomed in on his favorite piece of equipment.

"Not usually. It's easy to move out of the way when I don't need it. Today I'll need it."

Her steps faltered and that deer in the headlights look crossed her face again. There was a certain appeal to her apprehension. He tugged her arm and spun her into his arms until her front squashed against his chest. "When I enter this room it's a trigger to leave the world behind. Forget stress. Forget people. Forget whatever it is that bothers me. Like me, in here you'll be free to be whatever you want, however you want, whomever you want."

"Don't you mean I'll be free to do whatever you want me to?"

He cupped her chin and lifted her head. "I know you understand the basic concepts of BDSM. That knowledge is good to have, but there is a time and place for your sa.s.s. Now is not that time. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

He sighed. "Not good enough, Maggie. Do you understand?"

He watched the muscle at her jaw line jump for a few seconds as she debated giving him what he wanted. Finally she spoke, "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Much better." He stroked a finger along one bare arm to the crook of her elbow. From there he moved to a plump breast and squeezed. Yes, she felt very good indeed. Gorgeous long nipples simply begging for his attention, t.i.ts that fit perfectly in his hands and an underlying eagerness to please that spoke volumes without a word.

He dipped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Her gasp, other than being music to his ears, prompted him to keep going. He laved the puckered skin with repeated licks that made small whimpers sound in her throat. He liked the idea that she'd be very noisy when she came. Nothing got him going like a submissive's scream. And as far as he was concerned the louder the better.

He moved on from her right breast with a pop and repeated his treatment on the left while his hand worked the other. Her hands threaded through his hair and tugged him closer. Tucker growled and bit the tip of her nipple while allowing her an ample amount of free reign for now. This was her first foray into a BDSM scene and he'd have her bound and helpless soon enough. Then she'd learn.

After a few minutes, the hunger clawing his insides grew insistent. With his nose buried between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the scent of her skin changing as they went, the need for so much more began driving him slowly mad. "I need to be inside you," he whispered against her flesh.

"Tucker," she moaned.

He liked the sound of his name on her lips. He liked Sir and eventually Master even better. Ready for more, he skimmed his hand along her hip and thigh to the small patch of trimmed hair between her legs. Her breath caught and he smiled. She was going to be so much fun.

Tucker withdrew his hand and took a step back. Maggie cried out in protest and her body sagged. He grabbed her around the waist and steadied her on her feet.

"Is this what I should expect from you, Tucker Lewis? Cruelty? Constant taunting?"

"Aww, C'mon Miss Maggie. Teasing is fun." He walked her toward the large metal wheel in the center of the room. "Stand right here," he ordered.

She turned and looked behind her for a second before returning to meet his gaze. "Am I getting on that thing?"

"Do you want to? I think you'll like it."

She fidgeted, shifting her body weight from one foot to the other. Tucker crouched down and dug into the leather bag he'd left earlier at the base of the structure. He grabbed the soft leather cuffs he'd arranged on top and began buckling them around Maggie's wrists.

"Don't worry, little one. I'm going to be right here with you the whole time and if you'd like I can talk you through everything one step at a time."

The pulse at the base of her throat jumped and his c.o.c.k hardened a fraction more, though he didn't know how. He already ached to bursting and would give anything to drop his plans and simply f.u.c.k her first to take the edge off.

He finished attaching the cuffs and wrapped his hands around her face and brought her close. "What's going through that beautiful head of yours, darling? You're going to have to share."

"I'm nervous, that's all."

Tucker narrowed his gaze. "Is that really all? If you're not comfortable talking to me we can stop and try again some other time."

"No," she cried. "I mean-please. I'll be fine."