Bending the Rules

Chapter Seven

Nat continued to undress as she walked to her bedroom, until she stood naked in front of her bed. She turned around and crooked her finger at Rex, who had stopped in the doorway and stared at her. He still wore his shirt, and his cock stood stiff through his parted, unbuttoned jeans.

“Strip,” she ordered.

He obeyed without question, and she wondered if he was aware of how quickly he accepted commands.

“I want to make you come so hard,” he rasped. “All over my mouth. My cock.” He wrapped a hand around himself, daring her to punish him. She could see the naughty glint in his eyes.

“You’re a kinky guy, aren’t you, Reginald Samson?”

His breathing increased, and he rubbed himself harder.

“Yeah, a great big dirty boy.” One who needs to learn to behave. She loved this kind of play—taking charge, getting off on the thrill of power. And more, the thrill of meeting someone of a like mind, who wanted to experience the pleasure she liked to dole out.

“Let me please you, Mistress. However you want me, I’m yours.”

“Good boy. That’s much better.” What an amazing picture. Rex, naked and hard. His muscles constricting as he clenched his fists. His body hers to play with. “Let go of that pretty cock.”

He moaned and released himself.

“Now come over here and get down on your knees.”

He moved in a flash, supplicant before her. Yet nothing about Rex was weak. Such strength quivering to be set free. At her command.

“What do you want, Rex?” She stroked his hair, enthralled with its silky texture.

“I want you, Nat. All of you. Any way you’ll have me.” An answer that was so much more than what she’d asked, and she had no idea what to do with any of it beyond tonight.

“Suck my clit into your mouth. Get me close to coming. Then put that fat cock in a condom and shove it inside me. Hard.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Rex knew how to please a woman with his tongue. Did he. He licked and stroked, teasing her nub into a sensitive state bordering on overstimulation even as she teetered on the cusp of orgasm.

He massaged her with his large hands, stroking her thighs, her belly and up to her breasts. He seemed fixated on her nipples, tugging on her flesh with expert awareness of what turned her on and what didn’t.

Then he nipped her clit, and she saw stars, cresting into climax.

In a flash, Rex was on his feet, pushing her back onto the bed and then inside her as she clamped down on him and came. He rode her through her climax, but instead of obeying her to the letter, he pulled out and came over her belly on a loud groan.

His orgasm was beautiful to watch. Rex had an amazing face, and she had yet to see an ugly expression. Even his sneers were handsome. His pleasure, something extraordinary.

When he came back to himself, he pushed up on his hands and slid his cock over her belly, through his seed. “Shit.” He panted and trembled. “I’ve never come so hard before. I made a mess.”

She wiped a hand over his slick cock, pleased when he shuddered again. “A mess all over me. One that could have been inside me.”

He hung his head. “I’m sorry. I meant to put a condom on, but I lost it. I mean, Nat, you have no idea how sexy you are. How hard you make me—”

She shoved him off her, and he fell to her side with a look of surprise.

“Sugar, I’m sorry—”

“You’re damn right you are.” How messed up was she that she wanted him to come deep inside her? Just him and her, no barriers? She took birth control, but she had no idea what Rex did in his off time. For all she knew, he could have had sex with three different partners without protection, then had unprotected sex with her. I’m such an idiot.

“Nat, I swear. I’m clean. I never meant to come inside you. I plum forgot, and you were so hot around me…” His drawl grew thicker in his agitation.

“My name is Mistress.” She slapped his chest and straddled his waist, deliberately rolling over his semi-hard shaft. “You disobeyed, didn’t you?”

The confusion in his eyes charmed her without meaning to. Rex, for all his self-assured toughness, had a streak of innocence. Good old boy niceness that made his naughty streak so attractive.

Finally understanding that she’d accepted his role in her bed, he gave her a soul-stealing grin. “I…did. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“No you’re not. But you will be.” She left him lying on her bed and found some scarves in her closet. She returned to the bed holding them. “You want to play with me, we do things by my rules. You’re going to get tied to my bed. And you’ll do whatever I want. Understood?”

He stared from her to the scarves and back, and she noticed a fresh rise in his cock.

“God, yes, Mistress. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

Rex had a difficult time reading her, but he couldn’t mistake Nat’s arousal. Her pretty pink nipples were hard. Her flat belly still glistened with his come, and he loved seeing her marked with bits of himself. So weird, yet the kink brought him closer to a dream of forever with the woman who could make it happen, if she wanted him enough.

“You were at the club with J.” She tied his wrists to the bed, and he let himself relax, let himself fully trust her.

“I was. I was also there with you that first night, when we watched that couple in the next room.”

She paused after tying up his other wrist.

“I wanted you so bad. I would have done anything to kiss you, to lick you up. You’re so sweet, Mistress.” She wanted to play the role, and he more than wanted to indulge in the fantasy. No more masks, just him and her.

“You’re sexy, no doubt. And kinky too? My R and J. You liked him fucking you up the ass, didn’t you?”

Hearing the words out of her lips, when he could still see her all buttoned-up in his mind’s eye, seduced more than any words could. He moaned. “Yes, Mistress.”

“What does it feel like?”

“You’ve never had anal sex?”

“No. But I’ve wanted to.”

At that, he grew harder. “It’s a fullness. A taking. A bite of pain, and so much pleasure because you were there, watching. Telling me what to do.”

She continued to circle him, tying his ankles up now. A moment of concern hit, that he was well and truly fucked if she decided to bring out the crazy. But then she stroked his cheek, her eyes warm, and he relaxed again.

“Shh. That’s it. I won’t hurt you. I promise. You can trust me, R.”

He leaned into her touch. “Rex, Mistress. Please call me Rex.” He wanted this to be real, that she recall this later as a meeting between the real them. Not a play act, but a part of them they always kept locked down, now out in the open, between them.

“Rex.” She bent down to kiss him, and he forgot his own name.

He gripped the restraints, wishing he could touch her. Yet his helplessness made it all so much more intense. He submitted to her kiss, her tongue, her touch. She straddled him on the bed and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe. Then her skilled mouth moved down his body.

“Tell me how you feel like this, when your mistress owns you.”

He swore when her lips wrapped around his nipple and she bit. “God. Mistress, I…”

She caressed the other side of his chest, treating him to the same erotic torment. “Continue.”

He sighed. “I’m a man, and I’m supposed to be in charge all the time. Of everything. My company, my life, my relationships. But giving up control to you, it’s so sexy. So amazing to give you the pleasure you deserve.” He loved her kisses that continued over his belly and lower. “I love making you feel good. Seeing you come, watching you watch me and knowing I please you, it’s like nothing else. Nothing some boring vanilla sex with a woman or man can give me.”

“Yes, a man.” She swirled her tongue over the skin next to his wet cock, and he arched under her, needing more. “Impatient, are we, Rex?”

“No, Mistress,” he choked and forced himself to lie flat.

“Tell me about what you want. About what kind of play turns you on.”

“I like fucking, period. Women, men, both have something special for me. But it’s nowhere near as good as having you tell me what to do. I—”

She engulfed his cockhead with her hot mouth, and he froze.

She pulled away. “Talk or I stop.”

“Jesus. Yes, sure. I want a woman to command me. But not all the time. Only in bed, for pleasure. I’m my own man. I don’t want to be a slave. I’m not into humiliation or pain. Just fucking until my Mistress comes all over my mouth, over my cock.”

“You’re good with words.” She moved to his balls, and he curled his toes, forcing the orgasm at bay. “You were so sexy getting fucked by J. So hard for me.”

“Yes, for you.” He couldn’t help humping her mouth when she took him inside again. “He was taking me, but you were taking me through him. Playing with me…” He swore his eyes crossed when she deep throated him and cupped his sac. Her hum encouraged him to continue. “Y-you get to me, Nat. Mistress. Whatever you want to be called. I just… Fuck. I’m trying not to come, but I can’t hold out much longer.”

She pulled away, and he wanted to cry. “Are you clean, Rex? Are you seeing anyone else but me?”

“No, Mistress. I told you. Other than J—and we used protection—it’s just you. Been alone for months, and far longer than that, you want the truth…”

“Always the truth, you bad boy.”

He swore. “Fuck. You’re so perfect.” Desperate, he lost what he was saying as she blew him again, fondling with her skilled fingers and amazing mouth and tongue. “So beautiful. I want you. All of you, Mistress. Love you, Nat.”

She sucked harder, and though he tried to hold off, when she pinched his nipple and added her teeth just under the crown of his cock, he lost it.

He jetted into her mouth with such force he nearly passed out. The pleasure blinding him, a rush of ecstasy and love, falling into the one person who could understand him, who knew what he was and accepted him anyway.

The rapture consumed him, until he eased back to reality and let himself relax.

She’d swallowed him down, then pulled back, now watching him while she petted him all over, giving him the respite he more than needed.

“Jesus, Mistress. That was so good.” At once, he felt ashamed and turned his head away. He’d come, and she hadn’t. She hadn’t even given him her permission to release. One step forward, two huge steps back. Hell. How to win back her trust?

“What’s that look?” she asked softly, turning his cheek to stare into his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I came and you—”

“Swallowed every sweet drop.” The affection on her face was plain to see, and he couldn’t stop staring at her. “You’re sexy, Rex. So nice, so naughty. You seem too good to be true.” She sighed. “I’m not good at relationships, and I find myself wanting to keep you.”

He didn’t speak, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“I haven’t been with anyone, in a real relationship, in years. Once in a while I find a partner for sex, but it’s been a long time. Close to four months since my last encounter.”

“A friend of yours?” A surge of jealousy struck him hard.

“A faceless guy at a club. But I was…” She blew out a breath. “I was lonely, okay?” She moved to untie him, not looking at him while she continued to talk. “For a long time I’ve been the glue keeping my family together. Then the force behind keeping the city in top shape. I’m good at what I do, making sure everyone is working smoothly. But all that work has me staying pretty busy.” She swallowed audibly as she untied the last restraint holding him to the bed. “I put a lot of trust in you tonight. As much as you put in me, I know. But I… I want to see where this goes. If it goes.”

He didn’t give her any more time to second guess. He yanked her into his arms and rolled her under him, then kissed her. “Sugar, you have me in the palm of your hand. I’m your boy. Your sub. Your lover. Now quit talkin’ and start kissin’.”

She chuckled, then kissed him back.

The soft sharing continued until he felt her familiar tension. “You hungry, Nat?”

“Not Mistress?” she teased, running her fingers over his hair and pushing it from his eyes.

“Not all the time. We’ll see how this works. You and me, giving and taking.” He nipped her fingers. “I want to please you. Getting you off gets me off.”

“Does it now?” She stroked her fingers down his sticky belly. “You have a lot of come.”

“A lot more to give you, too.” He smiled. “But I’m no pushover. I’m submissive in every sense of the word—in bed. Only in bed, sugar.”

She blinked. “It won’t be easy. I’m used to men who either want to push me around on a daily basis or cower twenty-four seven. Why do you think I’ve been single for so long?”

He rubbed his nose against hers. “I get you. Hell, Nat. I’m single too. You know how hard it is to find a Domme who won’t be a complete bitch because I speak my mind once in a while? I like being bossed in bed. I like playing with men on occasion.” He kissed her again. “Watching Jason go down on you was fucking hot, but only because I was there. I don’t think I could handle you fucking another guy without me around.”

“Good. Because I don’t want you with another woman at all. Period.” She gripped his shoulders tight, and his cock stirred when it should have been too tired to get up again. “Another man, but only if I say so. You’re my boy. Nobody else’s.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He sighed into her kiss. “We’re gonna have some hiccups, I won’t lie. But I want to see where this goes with you. You okay with that?”

“I might be.” She rubbed her legs over his, and her smooth calves aroused him all over again. “You have to swear that what we do stays between us.”

“Of course.” He pulled back from her, frowning. “You think I want my parents or friends knowing I’m a pussy in bed?”

“Not a pussy. My submissive.”

“Yeah, but you get what I’m sayin’. It’s all fine if I’m a guy and I want to dominate a woman. I’m a kinky bastard, but I’m still a man.” He blew out a breath, willing her to understand. “But a guy who wants his woman to beat his ass, watch him get fucked by a partner, or told what to do? That’s just weird to most, even those who play at the club.”

She looked into his eyes. “Not to me.”

“Good.” He hugged her, feeling her nipples rub against his own. “I want us to be honest with each other. About everything. You have to tell me if somethin’ is wrong, sugar. Same with me. Or this won’t work.”

“I know.”

They watched each other with caution.

“So,” she said.

“So,” he repeated.

“You got me all hot and bothered when you came down my throat. Then with all those kisses.”

He smiled and licked his lips. “Well, Mistress, I’m hopin’ I can please you again. What say I lick my way to your happy ending?”

“I thought you’d never ask…”

Rex spent the rest of the week floating on air. His parents had asked him about Nat, correctly guessing her to be the reason for his amazing mood. But she was still new, and he didn’t want to ruin anything before they could really get started. So he waited before mentioning her again.

“She’s special,” he told his mother over peach cobbler one evening. Nat had scheduled a late meeting, and he planned to see her at her place in another hour.

“How special?” His mother put a dollop of whipped cream over his dessert.

His appetite left him as he thought about how perfect life with Nat was turning out to be. “Special enough that I want her comfy with me before I show her how close we all are. She’s the one, Momma. My one.”

“Oh, I knew it.” Sue rounded the kitchen island and hugged him. “When your daddy and I saw you two dancing at the gala, I saw that look in your eye. I told him, ‘Harry, that’s the girl Rex is gonna marry.’”

“Sure you did.” He grinned.

She put her hands on her hips and frowned. “I did. Harry, get in here,” she yelled.

“What?” His father ambled into the kitchen wearing his glasses and holding his cell phone. “Honey, I’m waiting on a call.”

“Tell the boy what I said at the gala.”

“About his girl? The one you already added to the family tree?” His father winked, stole a bite of Rex’s dessert, then left when his phone rang. “Hey, Mike. Yeah, I have those figures…”

“I told you.” His mother nodded.

“Yeah, well, Nat and I are taking it slow. I was thinking we could do a family dinner this weekend if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect. What should I cook?”

Of course his mother would cook. No eating out at a fancy restaurant to impress her son’s girlfriend. No sirree. He swallowed a sigh and prayed that Nat wouldn’t be scared off by his family’s closeness, no matter what she’d already said about liking his ties. She tended to veer on the reserved side when it came to feelings, and his mother didn’t know the meaning of the word.

“She likes ribs, greens, chicken—all the usual that you cook. Oh, and red velvet cake. My sugar has a thing for sugar.” He grinned. “She also loves my potato salad.”

“Well, I’ll let you keep that recipe. How about I make us ribs, green beans and a cornbread casserole?”

“Perfect.”

“I promise to be nice. I swear I won’t ask about grandbabies. Well, maybe once.”

“Momma.” He groaned.

“Teasing.” She smiled and blew him a kiss. “I’ll have to make my best red velvet cake. We want to keep your girl, don’t we?”

“Yes, I do.” I do. Two words he’d detested for years, yet since making things work with Nat, he had a hankering to say them for real. Too soon, he knew, but he had a feeling this relationship with her was something different from what she normally had.

They’d talked and laughed. Sex with Nat got better every time. And she’d slowly started to come out of her shell, even sharing stories about her family with him. He had to not blow it. So he was careful about everything, feeling as if he walked on eggshells at times. But to keep Nat by his side, he’d move heaven and earth to make things right. There had to be real trust between them before they had their first major argument. Granted, he and Nat could disagree like professional debaters, but their opinions on things that really mattered seemed to be in line.

“Rex?” His mother raised a brow.

“Sorry. My mind wandered. What’s that?”

She smiled. “Nothing, honey. Go on to your girl. We’ll see you on Saturday, around four, okay?”

“Thanks, Momma. I love you.” He left his untouched cobbler on the counter and leaned closer to give her a kiss. Then he took off, wanting to see Nat again.

Sue Samson watched her son practically race out the door. Part of her was thrilled. She’d never seen Rex so excited about anyone before. Not his first girlfriend, his crushes in school or his casual dates had ever made the boy glow.

Yet Natalie Wielder turned him into a nervous nelly. The boy hadn’t finished his cobbler. Rex always finished his desserts. At least, the ones made by her.

The boy was in love. She’d pegged it that night she’d seen them dancing. And lo and behold, he was bringing her home to meet the parents.

She shook her head as she walked back to Harry’s office. He’d just put the cell phone down when she entered his office.

“Come here, lovely.” He patted his lap, and she thanked her lucky stars she’d broke off with Jeff Kinsey in time to go to the senior prom with Harry all those years ago. Perfect timing had led to the perfect marriage. Her husband was no saint, but they’d made it past the rocky parts, and they continued to fall deeper into love as the years passed.

Sitting in his lap, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, a rush of love filling her from head to toe. “The boy’s a goner.”

“I know.” He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. She could see why Natalie would find her son attractive. He’d grown up to be the spitting image of Harry, a man who still took Sue’s breath away. “I hear good things about her. She’s smart, aggressive and pretty as hell.”

Sue sighed. “They’d make pretty babies, that’s for sure. I’m just worried for Rex. He’s in love with this one. I’d hate to see her break his heart.”

“Same here. But love ain’t worth a thing without a little risk.”

“True.” She smiled at him. “Well, now that our little bird is flying the nest, how about we celebrate with some hot wax?”

“And chocolate. I’ve been dying to try out that new body paint you’re hiding in the bedroom.”

“Oh, you. You weren’t supposed to look.” She laughed as he tickled her, then dashed into the back room. She knew her son thought them a staid, if happy couple, settling into their dotage. But some things a mother just didn’t share with her little boy.

Harry entered the bedroom and started stripping down.

Sue laughed to herself. They were happy and anything but boring. She could only hope Rex had found the right someone to keep him young through the years.