Page 6 of Dark Rules

My sir needed to come, and I was going to make sure he did. It was my duty, after all.

I sucked, I flicked my tongue, and I dug my nails deeper into his flesh, until he strangled out another growl, and his cock pulsed in my mouth. He was over the edge, and I took every drop of his pleasure and swallowed it gladly. My time would come, and now that the no penetration clause was gone, I knew I had much more to look forward to than a blow job in his kitchen.

Now that we were also in an environment where we could really relax, things could progress even more. The intrigue wasn’t quite gone yet, I still hadn’t given him the contract, and he still didn’t know my real name. I didn’t plan on giving up either until I had to. I had signed the contract, but I’d rather not have one at all. Not now that I knew who he was.

I wanted to be his of my own free will, for however long he’d take me.

I wiped at my mouth as he pulled away and sat back. Other than the fact that I was on my knees, and he was doing up his pants, an onlooker wouldn’t be able to tell he’d just fucked my face thoroughly. Well, other than my mussed hair, I thought with a smile. I combed through it with my fingers, and he gave me his hand.

“Stand up, Stephanie. Let me look at you.” I stood up and looked up to him. He stood a head above me, at least, and his height made me feel small. But I also felt safe, protected, with him near me. As if the world could never reach me, so long as Dylan James was there to keep it at bay.

“Do you like what you see, sir?” I asked, my eyes now down at my toes. I felt his hand under my chin and lifted my eyes up to his.

I might be a full-grown woman, independent and able to take care of herself, but in that moment, I was an eighteen-year-old girl all over again. Uncertainty filled me, and my doubts crept in. I knew he liked me, that he liked our sex play, but would I please him in all ways? Did he want my hair longer or shorter, a different color maybe?

“You’re just right. Perfect, pet.” A finger brushed my hair behind my right ear, and I licked my lips to wet them before I spoke again.

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad I please you.” I swayed toward him, my body still on fire for him. His finger wound around to my cheek, and I leaned in deeper, until our lips were only a breath apart.

“You always please me, Stephanie.” His lips brushed against mine, and I wanted to cringe when he said that name. I wanted to tell him it wasn't my name. But would he understand? Would he use me in this stupid war my brother seemed to have started with him.

“My…,” I paused, the truth on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t say it. “My joy knows no bounds, sir.”

I moved that fraction of an inch closer and pressed my lips against his. “Don’t you want me, sir?”

“I do, pet, but I’m not in a rush. Are you?” He pulled away, but kept my hand in his.

Something told me he wanted my admission, the honest truth, and not a game, so I pulled air into my lungs and looked up at him with eyes full of hunger. “I ache for you.”

Deeper down the hole I fell. Every time I was with this man, I went a little further down the rabbit hole. Soon, I’d find a chess board made of human players and a Mad Hatter; I just knew it. His cocky smile told me I’d been right, he wanted to know all of it and more. Perhaps I’d met the Cheshire Cat, and I just didn’t know it yet.

“You’ll have all of me, in time. Don’t rush life, Stephanie. Sometimes, the best things in life are worth waiting for. Besides, I make the decisions now.”

That grin on his face took on a harsh edge that should have made me tremble in fear, but instead, I felt blood rush around in my veins with glee. I’d signed up to be his slave, I’d asked for pain, and he’d taught me a few things about pain already. He’d taught me about the pain of wanting something you couldn’t have, that kind that was almost worse than the sting of a switch against your legs. The kind he’d given me so far had grown, blossomed, into an ache that throbbed through me, until I thought I’d go mad. Then he’d given me a little more.

“Remove your clothes for me, pet.” We’d made it to the pool room by now, and I saw the large rectangle-shaped structure was lit by underwater lights that turned the water an inviting light green. And beside one edge was a black man and a riding crop.

Emily

Dylan moved up behind me, and his hands moved around me to pluck the buttons from the holes on my shirt. “Do you want it, Stephanie?”

He spoke the words casually, as if he hadn’t just asked me if I wanted to take a step further into the world he wanted to open for me. I felt my stomach bottom out and put my hand over it. The skin was bare now, and I’d realized he’d pulled my shirt away. I looked down to see the white silk bra and my skirt.

That soon fluttered down my legs to pool at my feet.

“Stephanie?” He paused behind me. His hand on the closure of my bra.

“Yes, sir. I want whatever you have to offer me.” I stared at the pool of water as the material around me went slack and disappeared. The air was warm in the room, but I felt my nipples go tight as excitement flooded my veins.

“Good. I may not use it tonight, but do keep in mind that it’s there. For you.” His fingers dipped into my panties as he spoke behind my ear.

I gasped when his fingers brushed over me, but he didn’t go further; he only pushed the material down, until it too was a pool of silky cloth at my feet.

“Get in the water. Let me watch you move.” He gave me a gentle nudge, and I took a step toward the pool. The water was warm, as he promised. By the time it was at my breasts I dove in and did a lap around the bottom.

I’d never swam naked, and I found it shockingly nice just how good it felt to slice through the water without impediment. I kicked beneath the water, sex forgotten for a moment as I enjoyed the pure pleasure of being nude in a pool. I was smiling when I broke the surface and swiped my hair back and blinked water from my eyes. “It’s nice.”

“It is. It’s not very often one gets the opportunity to swim naked, much less in a heated pool.” He’d removed his shirt, shoes, and unbuttoned his trousers. I saw his socks beside his shoes and smiled. Had he been about to join me?