Page 8 of Dark Rules

He didn’t answer, not at first. Instead, he put his hands on each side of me and opened me up. He blew a breath over the hot, slick skin before he took my clit into his mouth. I groaned then, loudly and without shame. The sensation of his wet mouth and tongue on me set off little sparks of pleasure that just weren’t enough. I needed more. He pulled away when my hips began to follow the suction of his mouth, when I began to plead with him for more.

“No, Stephanie, you didn’t sign the contract. And that’s such a shame.” The fingers of his right hand played over me as he spoke, and I looked down to see if he meant it. To see if there was some sign that he might budge.

I’d hoped that he’d just ignore it all and let me have my way, but he’d been serious. Maybe, for now, his resolve was high, I decided, but later, he’d give in. Surely? I didn’t want to give him that contract. It seemed silly to me now, and I didn’t want to give in to the challenge he’d set.

I’d decided that was probably the gist of my whole problem. He’d insisted on it. I wanted to be a brat, I wanted to challenge him, to make him make me obey. He’d been too gentle so far, and while part of me appreciated that, there was also part of me that felt as if we hadn’t taken this far enough yet. As if he hadn’t taken enough control.

This was the moment when I’d find out if he was serious about being the dominant person I wanted him to be. I could feel the challenge burning in my eyes, and I knew he’d seen it when he gave a rather smug smile.

“I see.” Dylan nodded and sat back on his bottom, palms up on the floor to prop himself up. “What am I to do with you, brat?”

I gave him what I felt was a rather smug smile and spoke. “Whatever you please, sir.”

“Ah, but we agreed on there being a contract, Stephanie. That is vital for any of this to happen. How do I know you are truly consenting otherwise? Especially now that I have you in those clamps.” His finger pointed in the direction of my wrists, and I squirmed. Surely he wasn’t about to end the night just because I hadn’t brought the contract.

Dylan

She looked down at me with round eyes that challenged, but also, with eyes that begged. In that moment she was the perfect sub. If only she’d signed that contract, I’d be inside of her now.

I wanted her to feel pain, but the kind of pain that would make her remember to bring that fucking contract next time. I’d wanted her to know that she’d done something wrong, and the consequences of her actions. But I wanted the pain, the consequence, to be worth the defiance, because I could see now, she hadn’t forgotten the contract. She’d done this on purpose. To test the boundaries.

I’d dismissed it earlier, desperate to have her, but she’d eased that desperation in the kitchen. If she hadn’t gone down on her knees to get me off at the moment, I might have broken, I might have given her what we both wanted, but she’d left the contract at home. Now, we both had to pay.

I spread my legs out in front of me and waited until her gaze had stopped dancing over my body. She looked delicious, inviting, clamped to the wall. Her womanly body was on display there, her thighs an inch or two apart, her breasts high and round. Her nipples were dark with the flush of blood that made them tight. Her skin was pale, except the places where blood turned her skin red as it ran hotly through her veins. Her cheeks were pink, her lips parted, and those incredible eyes were wide open.

I could see she breathed quickly; her excitement given away with the subtle clues she didn’t even know she gave me. Her eyes moved again, flicked down to my dick, and went wide. I was hard, ready for her, but she’d decided to deny us that pleasure. A flick and our eyes met. I gave her an evil grin, one that said, ‘fuck you, Stephanie’, and took my dick in my hand.

“If you won’t play by the rules, my dear, I’ll just have to play by myself.” I said the words softly, but she flinched as if I’d shouted at her. That only made my smile broader.

With my thumb at just the right place, I started to stroke myself and watched. She’d shifted against the wall, her lips so temptingly pink opened up, and her gaze went down. She pulled her lip in between her teeth, and I knew she saw the error of her ways.

I’d brought her to arousal, I’d had her on the path to completion, but then I pulled away. It was similar to what she’d done to me. She’d promised a signed contract, but she hadn’t brought it to me. I had to drive that home to her. She must do as I say.

Otherwise, this was a relationship, and I simply didn’t do those. I wasn't going to be around town long enough for one thing, and for another, I liked my freedom too much. I didn't want a woman to lay claim to me. I didn’t want anybody to have a claim to me. Not even my adoptive parents. I owed them some loyalty, they gave me my life back, after all, but otherwise? No, I was a free agent, and I planned to keep it that way.

“You really fucked up, Stephanie. You really, fuck…” Her legs moved, gave me a show of that pink silk between her thighs, and I had to fight back a groan. I’d wanted to be inside of her so much. I had to stop my hand, had to stop the languid movements over my flesh, before I could speak again. “You really fucked up, pet.”

“Sir…,” she started to speak, but with a lifted eyebrow, I stopped her.

“No, pet. You had one task. Bring me a signed contract. You didn’t bring me that.” I felt as if I held the control and moved my hand again. Her eyes went down when she caught the movement, and I saw regret. Good.

I didn’t offer her mercy of any kind, because this was a new phase of our relationship. She was about to see a little bit of the me I kept hidden away from the world. The me who needed her to give me everything that was her. I didn’t want her possessions, I didn’t want her to promise me the world; I wanted her to give me herself.

I knew this was the first challenge she’d set for us both, it was in her nature, but it was my job to answer each of those challenges correctly. To give in to her, to fuck her until we were satiated wasn’t good enough. I’d lose face as her dominant, and I wasn’t about to do that.

I could handle a sub/dominate relationship that had a set expiration date. That was a contract, an entirely different kind of relationship. If I didn’t get my fill in that time, oh well. The contract was over. If she’d want more, but I’d want to walk away, it would be fine. The contract was finished, and so were we.

Good thing I was fine with taking care of myself. Of course, the fact that she was naked and helpless in front of me, my own goddess to worship, certainly helped. I wanted her, but that would have to wait. Until she gave in.

“When you bring me a contract, I will take you, Stephanie. I will tear away what’s left of your virginity after a lifetime of activity and I will fuck you until you can’t stand up without your legs shaking. I will fuck you while you lie on your back like a wanton, and I will fuck you on your hands and knees as you beg me to go deeper.” I had to pause again, the images my words created in my mind were too vivid. I could see her perfectly, that lovely ass on display just for me.

My hand was clamped around my dick, the way the metal clamped around her wrists, and I looked more closely at the place where her hands were. It wasn’t too tight, but the image was seductive. Stephanie moved her hand, and the metal pinch into her skin. My eyes narrowed as I focused on that, the way her skin pushed in, soft against the hard, unforgiving edge of the metal clamp. It was a good thing I’d asked the maker to sand down the sharp edges, or she would have bled from that spot.

I hadn’t had anyone in those clamps yet, the place was still new, but I’d had those installed the day after I’d met Stephanie. There’d be time for other women later. Once I’d had my fill of her. For now, all I wanted was to have her, to fuck her out of my system, and then I’d think about moving on.

I watched her as she stood there, pinned to my wall. I began to stroke myself again. I looked at her breasts, the way the firm flesh shifted as she began to struggle, for only a moment, before she settled down again. The sway of her hips as she repositioned herself, accepting now of the fact that she would not be free until I told her she was.

When I heard her sigh in resignation, I gave her my eyes again. I let her see the desire that had burned through every inch of me. Her eyes clung to mine and drank in every blink, every second that I closed my eyes as excitement grew within me. I stroked faster, more softly, as friction drove me higher. Just a moment, a look from her would tip me over the edge. Only a moment.