Insolence (3 page)

“Look at me,” he said, his voice husky with satisfaction.

Her long lashes lifted. A flush stained her cheekbones and
her eyes glittered. Her lower lip pouted, slightly swollen, reddened and damp
from her tongue and his cum. He cupped the side of her face and she nuzzled his
palm absently, as if she wasn’t fully aware of her actions.

Brushing a thumb over her cheekbone, feeling the heat of her
slight blush against his skin, Aric whispered, “You are the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen.”

The color in her face deepened. She licked her lips, the
darting of her tongue betraying her nerves. “I’m not. I’m just…me.”

Her voice had a desperate edge to it, faint but Aric still
heard it. “I’ve always thought so. Why do you think I’m single? No one can ever
measure up.”

The green irises darkened. She opened her mouth to speak but
then closed it, her gaze falling from his. Aric decided that now wasn’t the
time to pursue the discussion. His cock had been left at half-staff and he
ached to fuck her.

He stood and reached down to pull her up beside him. He
wrapped his arms around her and fitted his body to hers, reveling in the feel
of her soft curves as he took her mouth in a commanding kiss. She whimpered and
her lips parted, acquiescing to his domination of her mouth, melting against
him as he tasted himself on her tongue. He kissed her with all the pent-up
emotion inside him. She took his kiss and responded to it but he could tell she
held back a part of herself. She didn’t reach for him or touch him, letting him
orchestrate every facet of the embrace. He knew a good sub would do the same,
taking her pleasure in the fact that he was in charge. With Ainsley, however,
he would have loved to have her respond with equal aggression and show him just
how badly she wanted him.

Aric took them down onto the paisley sheets and stretched
his body over hers, rubbing his half-hard cock over her thigh. Reaching up, he
gathered her wrists in one hand, holding them over her head.

“I’ll restrain you again later, and tomorrow there will be
other things we’ll do, but tonight it’s just you and me, Ains. I want to learn
how you respond, learn your triggers. And I want you to become comfortable with
letting me take charge.” He nuzzled her throat, feeling the pulse that beat
erratically there beneath his lips.

“You have to be willing to give me all your trust. You have
to understand that whatever I do is not just for my enjoyment, but for yours as
well,” he murmured softly against her delicate skin. “I will not do anything
you don’t want to do. If you don’t like what I do, say your safe word. I will
stop. I don’t ever want to do anything that you don’t like, Ains. Do you
understand?”

Her eyes glowed a bright green as her lids flashed upward.
“Yes Sir,” she whispered.

She moved her thighs restlessly against his. Aric sensed her
arousal had gone up the instant he’d pressed her down on the bed. She wanted
him to fuck her. Every little movement and twitch of her gorgeous body told him
so.

Keeping her wrists in his grip, Aric used his free hand to
caress Ainsley from her shoulders to her hips. He moved his fingers slowly and
studiously avoided her breasts and thighs. He discovered that she didn’t have a
ticklish bone in her body, the inside of her elbow held a magical erogenous
zone, she had a minute tattoo of a delicate green vine around her pierced
navel, and behind one ear he found another tattoo, a tiny star outlined in red.

Aric flashed back to their senior year in high school. He
and Ainsley had been growing apart a little as he became more popular at school
for his basketball prowess. Ainsley’s height had relegated her to the group of
female jocks who had their own brand of popularity but who still stood outside
the golden circle of acceptance. He’d been voted captain of the basketball team
and given a red star to add to his letterman jacket. The principal had awarded
the star at an assembly and the head cheerleader, some petite, bubble-headed
blonde he’d dated for a few months, took it from him, kissed him in front of
the whole school and made a little speech about sewing it on for him.

Until that day, every insignia he’d earned had been sewn
onto his jacket by Ainsley. He knew she had assumed she’d sew the star on as
well. He’d looked out at the crowd in time to see her turn and walk away. In
that moment, he’d known something had broken between them.

With a deep sigh, he stroked one finger over the star,
turning his head to kiss it gently. Her breath caught in her throat.

“I’m sorry.” His apology ruffled the silk of her hair.

“For what?” she asked, again forgetting to call him Sir.

Her voice held a slight tremor and her skin rippled with
reaction as he rubbed his hand down her side. He should have smacked her for
her disobedience, but he just couldn’t focus on dominating her. Too many other
things—emotions, memories—had gotten in the way.

“For not letting you sew on the star.”

She shuddered and when he looked at her, her eyes were
tightly closed.

“What makes you think that star is for you?”

For a moment he wondered if he’d been wrong. Then he shook
his head. He knew Ainsley too well. The star was for him.

“I just know.” He kissed the red-lined star again.

“The star is to remind me that no matter how much I believe
in something, in someone, I can still be disappointed. I got it the instant I
was old enough,” she murmured, a harsh note in her soft voice.

Shit.
Aric felt like a schmuck. He’d never realized
how much he must have hurt her over the years. “Ains, I—”

Her eyes popped open, green fire blazing at him. “Don’t,
Aric. The past has no place here. Please. Forget about the star. Just fuck me.”

The F-word dropping from her lips fired his body even while
it made him frown. He dropped his head and licked the star, wondering what
other surprises her body might hold for him. He traced the pale-green vine on
her belly and tugged at the purple titanium bar through her navel. He wondered
what the vine meant. Hell. He wondered how many things had happened in her life
that he knew nothing about. She had been incredibly talented with her tongue.
Someone had to have taught her to give a blowjob like that.

Fury ripped through him. Why the hell had he never thought
about other men possessing her? He’d told her she couldn’t come to his club
because he’d known he wouldn’t be able to stand aside and watch her fuck some
sub.

He drew a deep breath, calming himself.
He
was with
Ainsley. She’d chosen him, not some other man. Her gorgeous body was stretched
out on
his
bed for
his
pleasure. His and hers. He’d waited his
whole life to have this fantasy come true and here he was thinking about her
being with another man. He needed to get a grip—and quickly.

Bending his head, Aric took one dusky-peach nipple into his
mouth. Ainsley moaned and arched against him, pressing her breast against his
face. Her thighs opened, cradling him between them, stroking up over his hips
to nudge him more firmly into place. He flicked his tongue over her nipple,
then bit it lightly. He moved to the other breast and she squirmed beneath him,
his now fully erect cock nudging the entrance to her pussy.

Aric couldn’t remember the last time he’d had missionary
sex. He’d never been a fan of it really. Yet the feel of Ainsley writhing
beneath him, under his control, made him hotter than a firecracker in July. He
kissed her again deeply, feeling her response right down to his toes. He knew
his cock had to be leaking pre-cum all over her pussy and thighs. His control
unraveled to the point that he didn’t think he could even manage another
position besides missionary. If he didn’t get his cock inside her in the next
few moments, it would be all over.

Then it hit him.
Fuck!
Condom. He gazed at her,
frozen. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to put it on. He was
grinding his cock on
Ainsley
, and he didn’t want a freaking thing, not
even a thin layer of latex, between them. Shock held him immobile. He’d never
wanted to go bareback before.

“Aric?” she whispered, fear flickering in the depths of her
eyes.

He bit back a sigh and leaned over to jerk open the nightstand.
Thank God, he typically kept the box there even though it was only so he could
refill his pockets or wallet. He fumbled a little as he yanked out a strip of
condoms.

Ainsley’s eyes widened. “I’m on the Pill and I get tested
regularly. I’m clean,” she offered quietly.

His hand shook. He badly wanted to forgo the condom, and the
urgent desire to do so surprised him. He knew the lifelong bond of trust
between them made up half of his reason for not wanting to use protection. But
the other half seemed rooted in a possessive urge to make her his in a way he’d
never done with any other woman.

“Me too. In the lifestyle, regular testing is mandatory.” He
stared down at her. She didn’t want the damn thing either. He could see it in
her eyes. “And condoms are mandatory too.”

Disappointment bloomed on her beautiful face. His cock
throbbed painfully.
Bloody hell!

“Are you sure?” he asked through gritted teeth, throwing
caution to the wind.

“Yes,” she moaned, thrusting her hips upward, rubbing
against his straining cock.

He tossed the condoms back in the drawer. “God, I shouldn’t
do this but I can’t fucking resist you, Ains. I’ve never gone bareback before.
You’ll be the first.”

Her eyes glittered with satisfaction and Aric swallowed
hard. Anticipation rocked him even harder. He knew the feel of her wet cunt
closing around his cock would be amazing and he couldn’t wait a moment longer
to experience it.

“Hold the headboard,” he ordered harshly, his breath rasping
in his throat.

She gripped the bars with both hands. Slipping his hands
beneath her buttocks, he tilted her hips up. His knees and thighs spread her
wide and she wound her legs around him. He sent up a little prayer for her love
of martial arts. It had kept her supple and flexible. He thrust his hips forward,
sinking his cock into her depths.

A strangled scream emerged from her throat as she tossed her
head, her body bucking beneath him. Her legs hugged his hips and Aric leaned
over her. Balanced on one arm, he kissed and nibbled at her lips, letting her
get used to the feel of him within her. He needed a moment anyway. The feel of
her tight channel gripping his bare cock nearly sent him over the edge. The
sensation filled him with uncontrollable lust.

Aric settled into a slow rhythm. She undulated beneath him,
rising to meet him movement for movement. He let go of her hands and cupped her
head, kissing her again and again as he fucked the tightest, hottest, wettest
pussy he’d ever had the privilege of being in. Ainsley wrapped herself around
him, arms and legs clinging tightly as she matched each of his quickening
thrusts with one of her own.

Feeling his orgasm begin, the spiraling heat enveloping his
spine and groin as he teetered on the edge, Aric slipped his hand down to tease
her clit. She yelped and her body jerked. She came quickly and hard, a flush
staining her torso. Aric drove fiercely into her, holding her hips up off the
bed, plunging into her at an angle to get maximum friction. Ainsley’s eyes
widened, her hands coming up to grip his arms, her fingers biting into his
muscles as he strained toward his orgasm.

“Shit! Aric…” Her eyes widened in shock. “Oh God. Aric, I’m
coming again.”

This time he felt the difference in the ripples that shook
her. The clitoral orgasm had been sharp, hard and fast. The vaginal orgasm,
triggered by his battering of her G-spot, welled up from deep within her, the
ripples small at first then bigger, longer, deeper. Her pussy squeezed his cock
with each spasm that rocked her frame. The milking motion, coupled with the gush
of her cream, sent him over the edge. His orgasm burst from him, his balls
tightening until he thought they would split open. His cock expanded as it
twitched, then jerked as he came, spurting his seed deep into her pussy.

Aric bit her neck, sucking the flesh between his teeth to
stop himself from screaming out loud. He shuddered convulsively, unable to
control his body as his orgasm ripped through him. Colored lights swirled
behind his eyelids as he blinked his eyes shut. Despite being consumed by the incredible
sensations, he knew deep in his heart and brain that he’d just had the biggest
orgasm of his life.

Gasping for air, he sank down onto her body, still shaking
hard. He looked into her eyes and she smiled. No. She grinned.

“Can we do it again?” she asked with a shaky chuckle.

Aric groaned but an answering grin stretched across his
face. “Tonight, yes, but I’m restraining you for the next round,” he growled,
his voice hoarse. “And tomorrow I take out my whips and chains.”

She blinked at him and before his eyes, the glorious woman
turned herself from satisfied seductress into submissive goddess. Her eyes
lowered and her expression became serene. “Yes Sir,” she murmured.

The sun had been above the horizon for nearly an hour by the
time Aric dropped the handcuffs into the nightstand. Ainsley lay on her back,
one arm above her head as if she remained cuffed. Her naked breasts rose and
fell evenly in her sleep. Despite his exhaustion, Aric felt slightly on edge.
He slipped down on the mattress, his head denting the pillow as he pulled the
sheet and comforter over them both. He wriggled, scooting into a comfortable
position, and waited. With a frown, he realized he was waiting for Ainsley to
snuggle up to him. She didn’t move.

Strangely disgruntled, he closed his eyes. Didn’t all women
want to snuggle? Wasn’t that one reason he never brought a date home? So they
wouldn’t disturb his sleep?

He lay unmoving for what could have been only minutes but
felt like an hour, trying to fall asleep. His body had that heavy, sexually
sated sensation that usually led to a deep sleep. He couldn’t have been more
awake. A rustling sound accompanied the dip of the bed as Ainsley rolled to her
side, away from him. With a growl, he gave up all pretense that he didn’t care
where she slept. He rolled to the center of the bed, facing her back, and then
reached out and pulled her hips toward him. She turned, her long legs tangling
with his, her face unerringly finding the spot where his neck met his shoulder.
She nuzzled him, her arms curled between their chests.

He sighed deeply as he settled her warm body against his,
stroking his hands over her long, smooth back. This time when he closed his
eyes, sleep stalked him immediately. Vaguely he knew that meant something, but
his long night of sexual activity caught up with him and his brain just refused
to function as he sank down into sleep, cradling Ainsley to his heart.

By the time Aric awoke, half the day had passed. Ainsley lay
curled against his side but the instant he moved, her eyes popped open. Shocked
eyes gazed at him for a moment before they lowered. He grabbed her chin in his
fingers and pulled her face close. Her eyelids dropped shut and he brushed a
kiss over her forehead.

“Go soak in the tub,” he murmured. “Don’t budge from there
until I tell you to.”

She wriggled away from him, scurrying across the room to the
bathroom.

“Leave the door open!” he called out as she stepped inside.

She disappeared from his sight and he heard the water come
on. A few minutes later, the toilet flushed. With a grin, he got up and headed
to the guest bedroom where his father usually slept when he visited. He
showered quickly and padded naked back to his bedroom. The sound of gentle
splashing came from the bathroom.

Aric dressed quickly and took the elevator down to his club.
In his office, he made a couple of quick phone calls and then went down to the
security room, where he found his daytime guard watching college football along
with the security cameras.

“Hey, Chuck. How’s your wife?”

The guard turned in his swivel chair and grinned. “She’s
good, boss. What’s going on?”

Aric leaned his hip against the counter and set Ainsley’s
rental car keys in front of his employee. “The car should be in the lot.
There’s an overnight bag in it. Can you bring it in? Oh, and I ordered some
food. It should be here in a half hour. Just put it in the elevator with the
suitcase and send it up, okay?”

Chuck nodded. “Sure, boss. Anything else?”

Aric smiled thinking about his second phone call. “Yeah,
Luke is bringing a piece of furniture over. Should be here within the hour.
Same as the food and the suitcase, okay, Chuck?”

The security guard nodded again, curiosity in his faded-blue
eyes. “You got it. Stick it in the elevator. Send it up.”

Aric patted the guard on the shoulder. “Great. Thanks,
Chuck.”

Going back to his office, he raided the locked cabinet
beside his desk. He took out a flogger, a paddle and nipple clamps, grinning
widely at the thought of using them on Ainsley.

When he walked into the bathroom fifteen minutes later, he
found her dozing in the sunken tub, the heated, jetted water swirling around
her body. He knelt beside her and stroked her hair. She opened her eyes and for
a split second he saw raging hunger in the pale irises. As quickly as it had
come, the emotion fled and Ainsley dropped her gaze from his.

“How are you?” he asked softly.

She shrugged. “I’m fine, Sir.”

Feeling an odd twinge of anger that she was obviously hiding
her emotions from him, Aric rose to his feet. “Lunch will be here soon. You may
get out of the tub and get ready. Your suitcase will be here in a few minutes,
and after lunch, I have a surprise for you.” He turned toward the door but
stopped when he heard her turn off the jets. “Oh and Ainsley? You may wear only
my robe. It’s on the back of the bathroom door.”

He left the room, closing the door behind him. While she was
busy in the bathroom, he set the table on the glass-enclosed part of the
terrace and collected the food Chuck had sent up. He left Ainsley’s overnight
case just inside the bedroom door.

He’d just finished opening the food containers when Ainsley
appeared, wearing his forest-green silk robe. The material clung to her lush
body and his cock responded instantly to the visual.

He gestured toward the table. “You may sit down.”

She seated herself and he pushed her chair in, then reached
for the takeout containers. He dished up the spicy Mexican food and sat across
from her. As he picked up his fork, he said, “You may eat now, Ainsley.”

She never lifted her gaze to his, which pleased the Dominant
in him. At the same time, he found her submissiveness grating. She followed his
cues perfectly, but not knowing why she did irked him. Despite what she had
tried to make him believe the night before in the club, he knew she was no
submissive. That left him with a single reason for her actions. She wanted him
as much as he had wanted her all these years. Asking to be his sub had been her
way of getting into his bed.

After they ate, Aric cleared away the food and dishes as she
sat at the table, eyes cast downward, the autumn sun spilling over her. He
opened the elevator and eyed the expensive padded spanking horse his club
manager Luke had sent him. The damned thing was a work of art.

Last night he’d been way too wound up to have Ainsley to be
able to master her properly. Now that the initial excitement and lust had
subsided to a manageable level, it was time to up the kink. He rather thought
the rest of the day would be a lot of fun. Perhaps not quite as exciting as it
had been fucking Ainsley for the first time after fantasizing about her for
years, but what he had planned for the next twenty-four hours would definitely
be an event he would always remember.

Aric set up the horse in the open area between his living
room and kitchen. He laid out the flogger, paddle and nipple clamps nearby.
Next, he retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedroom. He glanced out the glass
sliding door and found Ainsley with her eyes still downcast. Her hands fiddled
with the ties of the robe, however, giving away her nervousness. Aric smiled.
His Ainsley had never been one to back down from a challenge, but that didn’t
mean she had nerves of steel. Her composure the night before had been virtually
unflappable from the moment she’d walked into Insolence. He was the one who’d
been caught off guard and spun out of control. He’d regained his
self-possession, so now it was time for him to show her his dominant side,
especially since she finally seemed unnerved.

He walked over to the sliding door. “Ainsley. Come here.”

She got up and came to him without hesitation. When she
stopped in front of him, he drew her into the living room and untied the robe.
The silk dropped to her feet. Aric stepped back. He stared at her for a moment
before circling her, taking in every tiny detail of her body, all the things he
hadn’t noticed the night before. A scar near her ankle. One on her elbow. A
tiny mole on her hip. A fine dusting of pale-gold freckles on the tops of her
shoulders. The absence of tan lines.

He came up behind her, sweeping aside her hair so he could
kiss her nape, and froze. At the base of her neck, just where her spine curved
and where it had been completely hidden by her hair, lay another tattoo.
Swirling, artistic lines formed an intertwined A and C. For a brief moment,
Aric thought she’d had herself marked as his with his initials. His heartbeat
picked up, beating wildly. Possessive pleasure streaked through him until he
remembered that they had the same initials.

His pleasure subsided but he bent and placed a kiss on the
tattoo anyway, feeling a tremor go through her. Sliding his hands down her
arms, he picked up one hand and lifted it so he could kiss the inside of her
wrist. She shivered again.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he whispered in her ear,
his tongue darting out to lick at the tiny red star.

“Patience.” Her low tone held a thread of apprehension.

“Good.” He spun away from her and went to the spanking
horse. “Come here.”

She turned and came toward him. As the horse filled her vision,
her muscles tensed. Again he circled her, watching her reactions carefully.

“Do you know what this is, Ainsley?”

She swallowed hard. “A spanking horse, Sir.”

He grinned. She’d been doing some homework before she came
to him. He liked that. “Correct. Kneel on the horse, Ainsley.”

He indicated one side of the horse. Gingerly, she knelt on
the soft brown leather. Aric kissed her nape again. Then he pressed her forward
over the horse until her bare ass rose into the air. He walked around the horse
and looked at her head hanging down, her hands braced on the bench.

“I’m not going to restrain your arms, but if you don’t
behave, I will,” he told her in a firm but soft voice. “You need to hold very,
very still for me. Can you do that, Ainsley?”

Her “Yes Sir” was muffled but he heard it clearly.

“Good.” He walked back around to the other side of the horse
and eyed her heart-shaped ass. He picked up the wooden paddle. “Have you ever
been spanked before, Ainsley?”

“No Sir.”

He grinned. He knew she hadn’t unless she’d gotten into some
kinky stuff the last few years. “We’re going to start with the paddle. Just a
few swats to warm you up.”

With that, he swung the paddle and smacked her on the right
buttock. She jerked at the strike. He swung again and smacked her on the left
buttock. Tension crackled through her body. He could sense it. He stared at the
red marks on her ass for a moment. Then he whacked her on each cheek again. Her
body went rigid as the red marks deepened.

Aric frowned. She didn’t like the paddle. He could tell.
Tension underscored every line of her body. He hadn’t hit her very hard but her
buttocks were awfully red for only a couple of smacks. He got the sense that a
frustrated sort of anger simmered very close to her surface. He bit back a
sigh. He hadn’t gotten a reputation as a good submissive trainer without
listening to his instincts. He put the paddle down.

“You didn’t like that, did you, Ainsley?”

“No Sir.”

There was a hint of relief in her words and Aric bit back a
smile. So she wasn’t into pain. He wasn’t really either. He’d never mastered
the bigger whips because he just wasn’t into hurting women. He’d been with a
few who craved pain but it had never suited him to dole it out, so he avoided
the pain sluts.

He picked up the flogger with its soft leather falls. He
rubbed them over Ainsley’s red butt. He flicked the tips at her, not a stinging
move but one that would tickle. She sucked in a breath. Aric smiled. He’d had a
feeling she might like the flogger. It was his favorite whip.

He took a step back and aimed the flogger at her more
purposefully. The tips snapped at her bare ass. She jerked a little and sucked
in a breath but she didn’t tense up. He did it again and again. Ainsley’s skin
rippled with awareness, prickling with each snap of the falls. Aric knew she
was becoming aroused.

After ten minutes of flogging, he stopped, admiring her
reddened buttocks. He swept his hand over her heated skin and her breath
hitched. He stroked her flesh and slipped his fingers between her thighs. They
came away covered thickly in her cream.

Aric helped her up and reached for the nipple clamps. Now
that they were both aroused by the flogging, he figured he’d push her a little
harder. He tweaked her nipples until they stood erect. Next he tipped up her
chin so he could look into her eyes.

“This is going to sting for a moment after they go on, but
the real pain will come when I remove them and blood rushes back into your
nipples,” he explained. “You will be exquisitely sensitive here when I fuck
you. You’ll see.”

He grinned at her and slipped on the first clamp. She gasped
in shock. While she fought to marshal her features, he slipped on the second
one. She went rigid. Then she relaxed. Aric turned her back toward the horse,
but this time he pressed her over the end so that her chest brushed the
leather.

“You have the most beautiful ass.” He caressed it again,
loving the feel of the taut muscles beneath her velvety skin. “Has anyone ever
fucked it?”

She stiffened a little. “No Sir.”

Her words were a wisp of sound, barely audible, but Aric
heard the apprehension and the excitement in her voice. He shucked out of his
jeans and t-shirt and reached for the lube, fiercely glad to be the first one
to fuck her ass. He leaned against her, kissing his way along her spine. She
moaned and he bit back a smile. He loved her responsiveness.

Tracing the crease of her ass with a slow, seductive finger,
he bent and nipped at one buttock. She moaned again. With his face pressed to
her ass cheek, he smelled her arousal. Straightening, he used his knee to
spread her thighs, widening her stance. He pressed his finger against the
puckered rosette of her anus. She shivered.