Chapter 6: Lateral Thrust

Finn gave his Pacific Heights address to the chauffeur, but he was concerned that he might be rushing things. Lilli seemed small and vulnerable perched on the huge limo seat. For all her bravado, he knew instinctively that she was inexperienced when it came to sex. Not likely a virgin, but certainly vanilla.

A flash of conscience told him it was wrong to bring her into his world. He didn’t do newbies, not wanting to risk connecting with women who wanted him but not his kink. Lilli was neither established nor a self-selected submissive. Seducing her into the lifestyle would be like catching a beautiful exotic bird, one he would cage and gently train to sing for him, but one who might beat her wings against those metal restraints until it broke her.

As they traveled through the dark city, he asked the question that had bothered him since the ceremony. “I saw your mother earlier introducing you to men. It seems she wants you married.” He shut his mouth on the rest…to a wealthy society toff.

“It’s what my family expects, but that’s not what I want.”

“Why not?”

“I want my own life. Not be reduced to some useless decoration hanging on the arm of an important man. I love my mom, but she’s actually told me I should never disagree with a potential boyfriend. That what a man really wants is to feel admired, important.”

“Doesn’t everyone want that?”

“Well, yes, but I’ve watched her my whole life subverting her own desires every single time for my dad. She thinks he’ll leave her if she doesn’t keep herself beautiful and serve his every need. I don’t want to live my mother’s life, and the types of guys my mom pushes at me are from uber-wealthy families.”

“That’s bad, why?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I have a problem with your background or anything. It’s just that the rich guys I’ve been fixed up with make it pretty clear their goals come first. And did you hear those vows? Kirsten said it was her idea, but I can’t believe she promised to obey. It’s the twenty-first century.”

“You’re not the subservient type, are you?” He guessed at the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

“No, I’m not. I believe couples should be equals. I could never put aside my hopes and dreams to serve another.”

Finn gazed out the window, watching the passing city. The pretty Victorian-era homes lined up neatly one after another in orderly rows reminded him of auction night at his London club, the subs lined up kneeling and hoping for the chance to serve.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Lilli added when he didn’t say anything more. “If that’s what a woman wants, that’s her business. Like my sister. She’s happily married to a guy running for San Francisco’s board of supervisors, and that’s her whole goal, to be the wife of a politician. And he’s nice enough, but he’s also a little controlling. It’s not for me.”

“I understand.” Regret seeped in, a sad trickle meandering through his soul, dragging along bits of unwanted awareness like flotsam in a stream. His exotic Lilli would not live well in his particular type of cage. Her novel mixture of resolve and vulnerability fascinated him. But it wasn’t fair to her.

Taking a deep breath, Finn accepted the truth. He leaned forward to lower the privacy window to tell the driver to take Lilli to her home.

“What is it?” she asked.

Finn looked at her and couldn’t do it. Couldn’t bring himself to free her without at least trying to make it work. It had been years since he’d tried vanilla as a regular diet, but for Lilli he’d try to be the type of lover she would expect—tender, solicitous, normal. The kind she needed.

“Nothing,” he replied, sitting back in the seat.

It was all degrees, anyway. He craved high intensity, and their kiss had been incredibly intense. It was time for him to explore a different side of lovemaking, one that wouldn’t scare or break his little bird.

Once inside his flat, Finn gave her a quick tour, explaining how he’d done much of the remodeling himself. “I like building things, working with my hands. It’s what drew me to architecture.”

Finn showed her all the changes he’d made to the living room and kitchen, hidden modern improvements that didn’t overshadow the classic old-world architecture of wainscoting, ornate moldings, and high ceilings. The decor, all creams and antique whites, softened the stark modern furniture. They paused at the large picture window and stood shoulder to shoulder, looking out at the magnificent view of San Francisco lit up at night.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

“So formal now,” she teased, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.

He sketched a bow with the flourish of his arm. “I’m a gentleman at heart.”

Lilli looked serious then. “I know. It’s one of the things I like about you. But I also think there’s more to you. I sense it.” Her upturned face studied him.

Finn put his hands on her waist and eased her closer. “We are both a mystery to the other. I’ve my secrets, I’ll not deny it, but so do you. The fun will be in discovering each other and learning what brings each other pleasure.”

“Mm. I like the sound of that.” She tilted her head, and her lips parted slightly.

Finn eased her into his arms and gradually lowered his mouth. His lust was a raging beast he could barely contain. He shuddered when their lips met, wanting to crush her against him. Devour her. But he would find the strength to hold the monster at bay.

He gently brushed his mouth across hers, holding her lightly, waiting for her to indicate how far she wanted to go. Lilli pressed her mouth to his, and he deepened the kiss. She drew her arms up around his neck and sighed. Finn swept her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.

…

Half drugged with desire, Lilli gazed up at him through lidded eyes. Finn held her securely in his arms, like she was precious to him. It surprised her how physically strong he was underneath his trim exterior, but the inner power, the wild Mr. Hyde she’d experienced earlier—he was gone, replaced by this new, careful lover.

The muted colors carried through to the bedroom. Thick slate-gray floor-to-ceiling curtains framed tall windows, but the massive bed against one wall was the focal point. Finn laid her gently upon its light gray duvet. Staring upward, Lilli saw it was a sort of contemporary four-poster frame with thick steel rails enclosing the top into a box shape. In gunmetal gray, it was extremely masculine; however, Finn had lessened the severity with cream tulle entwined informally around the top rails and draped asymmetrically down the sides. It looked both old-world and starkly modern, and the sheer curtains created an intimacy within.

Finn climbed in next to her, and it was as if they existed in their own world apart from their day-to-day lives, apart from reality. He lowered his face to hers and made slow love to her mouth, gently kissing and teasing it. Any urgency from earlier was gone, and he spent endless minutes exploring her mouth. Lilli moaned. She needed more. Wanted the wild urgency and his unrestrained demands back.

She opened her mouth widely in invitation, and he let his tongue dance lightly against hers. The fires he’d stirred all evening exploded into a lust greater than any she’d ever experienced. She squirmed in longing, wanting more contact. Minutes seemed like hours as Finn continued to kiss her. It almost seemed as if he was holding himself back, taming the irresistible beast she’d experienced in the limousine.

Lilli didn’t want that. It was a shocking realization, but true. She wanted him wildly attacking her like before. Wanted his ferocity. She reached out, grasping blindly for his hands. Finding one, she brought it to her breast. She sighed at the delicious contact. And his hand stayed there, resting lightly, unmoving.

Lilli groaned, and Finn broke the kiss to look down at her. “What is it? Am I doing something wrong?” He looked strained and stiff, weirdly in contrast to his tender lovemaking.

Not sure what to say, she pulled him back down to her and kissed him.

Lying there under him, Lilli knew something was off. All that masculine power from earlier seemed less somehow. She wanted the domineering man from before, wanted the frenzied heights his other persona aroused in her. She needed that all-powerful control freak who could make animals sit and make her melt.

I need more, she begged silently.

Without thought, without full understanding of what she was feeling or what she needed, but feeling its loss anyway, Lilli voiced her discontent.

“What happened to your passion? What happened to that man who made me want to do anything you commanded?”

Lilli couldn’t meet his eyes when he drew back to look at her. She turned her head away, mortification heating her face.

…

Finn was stunned.

The blow couldn’t have been more shocking, even if she had shouted the words at him. It struck him like a punch to the gut. And to his ego. By holding himself in check, holding in his need to tie her up and do his dirty worst, he’d let them both down.

He stared at her beautiful face, averted from his gaze, whether because of embarrassment or disappointment, he didn’t know. But his sweet bird had given them a precious gift.

“You are so brave. You amaze me. While I hold back, afraid of conflict, you push forward, giving us the chance for something great.”

“What do you mean?” Her eyes searched his, but he wasn’t ready to say more. It would be better to show her.

The smooth column of her neck enticed him. It was as if he could see her jugular pulsing with desire, and he hungered. He lowered his mouth to taste the soft pale skin. There was a light tangy hint of salt, but the texture was rich, warm silk. He kissed a trail along the curve of her neck toward her ear.

Lilli moaned, the sound as silky as her sweet skin.

Finn’s inner demons wanted more, and before he thought too much about it, he bit her, a sharp nip to spark the sensitive nerves there. Lilli whimpered, the sound not displeasure but arousal. She turned back toward him, her hands drifting to his shoulders.

“More,” she whispered, and Finn hoped he’d been right about her all along.

She was his to awaken, his to control, if he also had the guts to risk losing her.

He grabbed both her hands and yanked them over her head, locking them in place within his strong grip. Finn dropped his body on top of Lilli and kissed her fiercely, completely overpowering her. He was brutal, ravaging her mouth and forcing his tongue deep inside.

Lilli stilled, seeming stunned into unresponsiveness.

Then she moaned again—deeper, fuller, louder. “Please,” the one word guttural and hungry.

“Up,” he ordered, his tone harsh, domineering, pulling back to his haunches.

Obediently, she sat. He pushed her gown off her shoulders and whipped off her bra, baring her chest. He urged her to lie back again. Finn focused on her beautiful breasts. Perky, rosy, peaked. The perfect handful, and perfect for his mouth. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see her watching him as he lowered his head and took one tight bud between his lips. Sucking, slurping, squeezing it with his mouth.

Lilli arched into him. Head thrown back, she made little mewling sounds as she moved restlessly beneath him.

Her responsiveness enflamed Finn. He needed to see how far he could drive her, wanted it to be further than she’d ever before gone. Finn bit down sharply on the nipple in his mouth.

Her throaty shriek rent the room. It was surprise, perhaps shock, but also undeniably ravening need. She squirmed beneath him, her pelvis bucking into his crotch, even as she arched impossibly higher in a mindless attempt to thrust her nipple farther into his mouth.

Quickly, Finn laved the wounded tip with his tongue, soothing the pinch he knew she must feel. A sense of immense power filled him, the Dom in him loving the game, the lover in him delighted at her natural receptiveness.

There was also wonder. She was giving him yet another gift—allowing herself to let go and experience this different sort of lovemaking. How far could he push her? No leather whips or wooden paddles, not yet, but he could give her an idea of what awaited, a taste of the heights that could be reached from pleasure through pain.

Finn moved to her other breast, ready to repeat the process, and she froze…waiting for the sharp bite.

“That won’t do.” The Dom in him wanted to control her pleasure and her pain. “Up.” Sliding off the bed, he pulled her to standing and swiftly removed her dress and shoes, but left her panties. She stood there unmoving, unsure, her eyes locked on his like a deer caught in a wolf’s gaze. Finn didn’t soothe with words. It wasn’t his way. His subs learned patience.

Never breaking eye contact, capturing her wide-eyed, wild gaze with his lustful one, he kicked off his wingtips and yanked off his tux, leaving only his briefs. Finn sat on the edge of the bed, his smile dropping to her pussy about a foot from his face. She trembled but didn’t back away.

Infusing his voice with quiet authority, he threw down a gauntlet of obedience. “Take off your panties for me. Slowly.”

She sucked in air, her uncontrollable gasp as sexy as any purred kitten-talk from an experienced sub. But Lilli didn’t move, only the perceptible quivering of her belly, revealing that she was in fight-or-flight mode.

Finn tilted his head, studying the baby blue lace decorating her sapphire panties. The delicate pattern trailed down her crotch, tantalizing him with glimpses of her sex. He cleared his throat but didn’t look up.

Moving as if it took great effort, Lilli lifted her hands and hooked her fingers into the elastic band around her hips. He could feel her eyes boring into him but kept his focus on her sex. She needed to learn that Doms didn’t encourage compliance, they expected it.

With the ease of a Lothario, he crossed his arms over his briefs. His cock jutted like a longsword, but he couldn’t let her see how much she affected him. Doms controlled everything—their sub’s physical responses and their own.

Finn waited. Would she yank them off in hasty mortification or follow his instructions? It was way too soon for training, for punishment, but she would have to learn obedience if she was to become his. Then, slowly—whether from mortified hesitation or willing compliance, he couldn’t gage—Lilli pulled down her panties. He hungered for every tantalizing inch of skin she revealed as the scrap of satin lowered. He leaned closer, inches from her crotch, where her panties were taut around her thighs. His mouth watered as he stared at her sex.

“Very pretty.”

He leaned in and kissed her at the apex of her thighs. She shuddered, her knees giving out. He jumped up to catch her in his arms and turned, carefully placing her on the center of the velvet coverlet. His gut urged him to tie her to the bed frame; his fingers tingled with the need, but that must come later.

He leaned over her. “Are you sure? It’s okay if you want to wait.”

“I don’t want to wait, Finn.”

He whipped off his briefs and retrieved a condom from the nightstand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he lay beside her. He kissed her gently on the lips, exploring the taste of her, playing a delicate dance with her tongue. She crooned, charming feminine sounds, and he let her have a moment in control, enjoying the feel of her soft hands on his skin, exploring his back and shoulders.

“Aces,” he murmured, while trailing kisses down her throat. He’d take back the control in a moment, then he would explore her body until he knew every inch of her, knew every touch that would tantalize. He wanted to show Lilli that it was okay to crave his sexual dominance.

Fuck!

He couldn’t wait longer. Finn nipped her peaked nipple, signaling a shift.

“Put your hands above your head,” he said, shifting off her. Pleasure filled him when Lilli immediately complied. Thrilled him when she sighed with pleasure at his control of her.

Locking her wrists in place with one hand, he cupped her breast with the other. “So beautiful.”

He lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that demanded surrender. Hot. Aggressive. Sure of himself. He slanted his mouth over hers and was rewarded with her opening to him, her lips parting and her thighs falling wide. His tongue played with her warm, wet mouth, while his fingers sought entrance below, finding her hot and moist and wanting. Making her moan and squirm, he fondled her relentlessly, almost roughly. Taking charge of places she might have believed were hers, but now would belong to him.

Lilli moaned into his kiss, arching and squirming and bucking, not resisting but seeking a harder touch. His finger slipped inside her wetness, then pulled back. And she moaned louder, thrashed more wildly. Finn could have exploded just from the friction of her body against his, but he needed her to understand what it meant to be dominated by him.

“I’m going to let go, but leave your hands where they are until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

“But I want to touch you, too.”

He placed a finger across her lips. “Don’t move your hands unless I give you permission. Nod if you agree.”

Lilli frowned, but she nodded.

He released her, freeing both of his hands to resume playing across her body. With almost scientific precision, Finn became an explorer discovering a new world, a realm filled with wondrous places he wanted to taste, touch, and know intimately. Finn kissed the valley between her breasts, before mounting the peaks, nipping here, laving there, and reveling in her lust-filled whimpers and restless sighs. He caressed every inch of her skin, delighting in the blissful sounds she made, and the throaty, pain-tinged ones when he grasped a handful of her hair.

Increasing the tempo, he studied what most aroused Lilli, her climax his ultimate goal.

But not his immediate one.

Finn wanted to play. Play until she couldn’t take anymore. Play until she was begging, and thrashing, and out of her mind.

Every passionate response from her inflamed Finn, too. He was pleased by her urgent moan when he lightly pinched her clit. He was thrilled when she squealed erotically as he bit her thigh and roughly squeezed her breast. He loved it best when she wantonly pleaded, offering him everything as she writhed on the bed in a fog of lust, needing him to take her over the edge.

“Please, Finn. Please.”

Her cries turned him on like nothing he’d experienced before. Finn took her to the edge over and over again, always pulling back and lessening the intensity at the last moment, taking her a little further into his world the next, and always denying her release until she couldn’t take another second.

“Finn. Please. I want you…inside me…right now.” There was surprising command in her tone.

He would have laughed it off with a slight warning. She wasn’t trained, after all. But she grabbed the condom and thrust it into his hands.

“Please,” she urged, her other hand going to her breast to pinch the nipple, mimicking the way he’d done it.

With unbelievable speed, Finn changed their positions, rolling a surprised Lilli onto her belly. “Sweet bird, you promised not to move your hands.”

He spanked her bare ass. Hard.

Once. Twice. Three times.

She lurched and shrieked after each loud smack but never once tried to scoot away or stop him with her hands. He caressed the rosy spots on her tight ass, and she moaned, a guttural, earthy sound. It thrilled him that she liked this kinky pleasure. His kind of pleasure.

He leaned over her back, mouth to her ear, his voice low. “Do you want more?”

Lilli gasped and went still. Her panting the only sound in the room.

“I think you liked it. I think it turned you on.” Finn was still playing with her, but with words now.

“I…uh…that can’t be right.”

“It is right between two consenting adults. Don’t be ashamed to like it, but I won’t do it again unless you tell me you want it.”

Finn placed his hand on her hip. Started to roll her back.

“Yes,” she cried. “But I don’t understand how I could want that.”

“You don’t have to understand. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

“Yes. Do it again, but only one more.”

Smack.

Lilli groaned and shivered. Finn slapped her ass three times more. Harder. Louder.

“Oww!” she shrieked. “But I said only once—”

Finn silenced her with a kiss to her hot, pink ass. He licked a wet, soothing tongue over her heated flesh, his hands fondling between her thighs. She settled and purred, raising her buttocks for more. He pulled back and rolled her over.

“You are so fucking sexy, Lilli. I’m lost. I want you like a madman. But what do you want? Do you want it nice or nasty?”

“I want Mr. Hyde.”

“You’ve got me. But how do you want to fuck?”

She smiled up at him, the pretty blush on her face adding to her appeal. “Mr. Hyde was in the limo earlier…the opposite of your nice Dr. Jekyll-persona. I want that other part of you.”

A thrill shot through him. Like wildfire, it raced through his veins in red-hot streaks.

“Okay, then.” He plopped a kiss on her lips, and as fast as he could, put a condom on and placed himself in missionary position. He nudged her mound ever so slightly with his sheathed cock and grinned at her.

Lilli dropped her thighs open, inviting him inside, and Finn quaked. Her every innocent response to his foreplay driving him near mad.

With a groan, Finn placed his cock at her hole and surged inside. He paused, loving the feel of her. So tight. So hot. He began to move, easing out and surging forward. Over and over he worked her hole, loving the way she gripped him. Loving the way she grasped at him, both from within and without. She scratched his back. He’d tie her down next time. This once, he wanted his Lilli to spread her wings and fly. He wanted her to soar with him, toward him, ever closer to frenzied euphoria.

He pounded her over and over. She was so close. He, too, and he surged deeper still until she burst, screaming his name, screaming for more, and bucking like a wild creature. And he flew her further still, wrenching from her each last feather of bliss and, only then, did he let himself join her in ecstasy. White hot and lovely, like nothing he’d experienced before.

They lay there clasped together for a minute, Finn holding some of his weight in his arms before rolling gently to the side.

“Oh…my,” Lilli gushed, breathing frantically. “Oh!”

“I know,” he whispered, dragging her tighter against his body, cradling her. Finn was in awe of her, his chest tight with wanting all of her, not just her sexual submission. It was a new sensation, and he wasn’t sure he liked the needy feeling.

Eventually, her panting quieted, and once he could tell she’d fallen asleep, Finn allowed himself to feel the emotions swirling through him. Besides the need, there was something else new, a sense of peace, like he had found a missing piece of himself and everything fit into place. His past no longer mattered.

Finn drifted to sleep on a dream of hope.