10. Dangerous Woman

CHAPTER 10

DANGEROUS WOMAN

ARIANA GRANDE

“Can I ask you something?” She nods, mouth full of pancakes. She looks like a chipmunk, and it makes me want to kiss her again. “I’m going to sound like an absolute idiot, and you can laugh at me, but uhm, what did you mean when you said you were a dominatrix? Like what do you do?”

“I, uhm.” She swallows down the food and takes a big drink of coffee. “Basically, I like dominating people. That’s the short story.”

“So, like, pain and torture?”

“No, not torture. Pain only when it’s agreed to and done correctly so that it intensifies the enjoyment.”

“What got you into that?”

“I was a dumb kid with an ex who I thought loved me; he didn’t. My life spiraled out of control and I almost lost myself. I knew someone in the scene and they convinced me to go with them to a club, so I did. It changed my outlook on life and taught me a new dynamic.” She reaches over and wipes the syrup off the side of my mouth before licking it off her finger. “I don’t think I would have fully escaped that relationship if I hadn’t found this lifestyle. It gave me back a part of me that I’d lost. My confidence, self-respect, and my life.”

There’s more to the story, there always is, but that’s what she’s comfortable sharing right now and I don’t want to press her for more. She didn’t press me about Pongo, so I’m returning the favor. She snuggles against me and I kiss her head, catching that smell of a warm summer afternoon just before the sun becomes unbearable. Friends with benefits, I remind myself.

“Would we, uhm, be able to try it? I mean, if we ever, you know, if we’re exploring the benefits side of this friendship?”

“Like what?”

I have things I want to say. Things I’ve seen on different porn sites or read about, but I’m too nervous to list them off.

“You know, whatever.”

“We need to work on that answer first.” I watch her eyes as she takes in the room. There’s not much in here besides a few pictures, some baseball awards I won as a kid, and a dresser with the basics inside. She spots on the suitcases by the windows and her eyebrow raises.

“Ah, yeah. Those. I, uhm, I leave Monday for a three country press tour slash filming, catching my buddy’s wedding, and an award ceremony thing,” I mumble, hoping I’m not coming off as bragging.

“Wow, that’s…a lot. What countries?”

My mind blanks. Friends. Just friends.

“Chase?” she asks in a way that tells me I checked out for a minute there.

“Sorry, uhm, Romania first. It’s pretty, you’d like it. Maybe you could come with me sometime.” I lean against the headboard, crossing my arms to keep me from fidgeting. “After that, I head to Canada, Italy, and back over to Germany. I’m, uhm, going to be gone for three weeks, which I’m now regretting a little.”

“Come on, it will be fun!” I only answer with a grunt and a shrug.

She shimmies to the edge of the bed and stretches. I can’t pull my eyes away as my clothes hug those hips the way I want to. My shirt is a dress on her, and it’s a beautiful sight. When she raises her arms over her head, the hem slips up enough to let her round ass peek out.

“So, you probably want me out of your hair so you can finish packing? Mind if I take a shower first?”

I suck a breath in through my teeth and shake my head. “Mmm, no can do. The shower has a strict two-person minimum occupancy. So sorry about that. It was like that when I got the house.”

“Oh, my,” she smirks, throwing me a cute little side eye. “So, what? You shower with your brother?”

“Ouch!” I laugh. “Okay, you got me. It’s only a two-person minimum when a queen like you spends the night in my bed.”

A door opens somewhere downstairs and my brother yells, “C?”

“We’re up here. You’re okay, man,” I yell back.

“Cool, catch you in Italy. I’m off to practice!”

When I turn to face Ren, she’s leaning against the bathroom door. She’s got the smile of a siren, calling to my soul as she motions for me. I jump out of the bed and as I round the corner; she stops me in my tracks.

“You need to earn this one.”

“I didn’t earn it last night? Or by making breakfast?”

“Don’t be a cocky brat or you won’t get anything. Get on your knees and come get me.”

My heart drums and I’m rock hard again, which I’m sure she notices. I lick my lips as I drop to my knees and crawl to her like a dog. Like a fucking puppy. I keep thinking about last night in the car and how badly I want her hands wrapped around my throat again. I’m aching for something new in my life, to explore this newfound wild side she’s awakened. She’s given me a taste, and I crave being a fucking plaything for her. I don’t know how to tell her that, though, so I’ll show her.

When I’m close enough for her to reach, she sticks her leg out, stopping me by putting her foot on my shoulder. “I need to know how far you want to take this.”

“Do you want me to beg again? Because I will, Ren.”

“No, but tell me what you want. Use your words, puppy.”

I swallow hard and decide to go for it. “I want to take all of this as far as we can. I wanna try everything. Mostly, I want you to use me and toss me aside like a… a…”

“Cheap toy? You want me to treat you like the filthy slut you are?”

“God, yes! Just like last night. Please?”

“Safe word?”

“Uhm, oh! Octopus.”

“Good, get in the shower. I’ll join you in a minute.”

I don’t hesitate. I don’t even question what the hell she’s going to do in my room—or my house—while I’m standing in the bathroom, waiting. When I turn on the water, I get a flash of a thought that she could be out there robbing me blind. I’d be okay with it so long as she left me the dogs and came back to shower with me…eventually. I flip the switch on the side of the showerhead that redirects the water to the rainfall setting. I flip it back almost immediately, unable to listen to the soft sounds it makes. It brings back bad shit, and I don’t have time for bad shit right now.

The bathroom door clicks closed and I find Ren standing there with nothing but a nefarious grin and something behind her back. Her dark brown hair hangs past her tits, and the diffused sunlight from the window makes her light brown skin even more radiant. It reminds me of that painting I’ve seen before, of the woman in the seashell, but even more beautiful. Jamie would kill me right now for not remembering her name, but my mind only has one name running through it right now, and it’s not some mythological Greek lady.

She steps to me, her fingers playing with the sparse patch of hair on my chest. I try to peek behind her back, but she won’t let me. I shiver as she leans forward and licks the water from my abs and up my chest as far as she can reach before she hands me a piece of cloth.

“Tie it around your eyes. I’d do it, but you’re too fucking tall.”

It’s like I’m drunk, fumbling with the piece of fabric that belongs to an old bathrobe. She checks and makes sure my eyes are fully covered. I’m a little nervous—no—I’m a lot nervous. I can’t see her and what she’s doing, but I want to. When she rests her hand on my chest, I concentrate on breathing and giving myself over to her. I’d give anything for another chance to experience the release she gave me last night in the Jag.

“Hold out your hands.” I do, and she wraps something around them. “It’s not too tight, is it? I don’t want you to freak out on me.”

“It’s fine. Has that happened before?”

“A few times. Usually with people new to all this. Trust takes time to build.”

“I trust you.”

“Do you? Now, carefully take two steps back and hold your hands up,” she directs as he positions my hands. “Perfect, slide your hands over the shower head. Good, now be careful. I don’t want you to ruin your pretty, two-person minimum shower.”

“What…what are you going to—” I gasp and my head rocks back, which ends up with me getting a face full of water. All she did was lick my nipple, and I’m ready to crawl up the wall. “Oh fuck. Wow.”

“I’m going to work on gaining your trust.” I shake the water out of my hair and nod as she giggles. “Such a cute puppy.”

“Okay, so what do I do?”

“You’re going to let go for me. Understand? The rules are simple. You don’t take your hands down from the showerhead until I say, and the blindfold stays on. Taking away your sight and ability to control the situation is meant to be positive and euphoric, but if it’s uncomfortable?—”

“Octopus?”

“Good boy.”

Her hands play across my skin, tracing muscles and drawing shapes. It tickles, and I’m trying hard not to move too much. She licks and explores, and at first, it’s strange because I want to touch her. I lace my fingers together, squeezing them as tight as I can.

“Relax, Chase. Take a big, deep breath, and slowly let it out for me,” she coaches, and as I breathe out, her lips play across my chest. “Good, now relax your hands.”

She works her way down my body, telling me to relax my head, neck, shoulders, and so on, and each time, she rewards me through touch and praise. After she reaches my feet, everything stops and I don’t feel her anymore, but she’s still there. I hope.

“Ren?”

She doesn’t answer me with words. Instead, she takes me down her throat and I damn near break the fucking showerhead off the wall. I stumble, but there’s not far to go before my back hits the icy tiles.

“You okay, puppy?”

“Yeah. Shit, sorry. I didn’t expect—” She does it again, taking me even deeper, and when the tip hits the back of her throat, I can’t stop myself from yelling out. “Fuuuuuck!” She works her throat and cups my balls as I stand on my tiptoes, screaming her name and listening to it echo off the walls.

“Jesus! Ren, holy shit!” She gags and chokes a little, and god, I wish I could see her. I’m going to come faster than a fucking teenage boy with his first hard-on at this rate. What the fuck? Then she’s gone again. WHAT THE FUCK?!

“Ren!?”

“Shh, not yet. I’m still playing with my new toy.” Her lips slide over my abs and she cackles when the back of my head slams against the wall. “Do you take your shirt off in the movie you’re filming?”

“What? Uhhh, movie…right…y-yes. Yeah. Why?”

“How about your pants?”

“Uhm, no. I have a scene in my boxers.”

“What’s the safe word?”

“Octopus.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Her nails graze the sensitive skin inside my thighs and I’m on my tiptoes again, thrusting into nothing as she continues to tease me. Anticipation floods my body, forcing fear and anxiety to retreat to the shadows as she replaces fingernails with her tongue. My mind races and my head spins like a tilt-a-whirl—it’s incredible. I have no idea what’s coming next, but I trust her.

She was right before when she said she still had to gain my trust. I haven’t trusted anyone in years. I don’t remember how. I didn’t, anyhow.

She continues to explore my body with her hands, nails, and her mouth. Electricity coats every kiss, and every touch sets another part of me on fire. The inner demons called self-doubt and shame have fucked off, unable to compete with the way she’s rewiring my brain. Something about her, about how open and delicate she’s being—it’s like she’s found the switch that releases thoughts and feelings and fears I’ve held onto for too long.

Cool air blows over my stomach, followed by a quick burst of pain on my upper thigh. It lasts only a second or two before she does it again. It’s a similar sensation to being super high, but better. It’s all new to me, these nips and scratches, this whole game. She’s keeping the marks high up my inner thigh, ensuring no one will see while I’m filming. I will, though. I can’t wait to look in the mirror at how she’s marked me. Claimed me..

“Has anyone ever worshiped your cock before, Chase?”

“N-no? I don’t… I mean…no.”

“That’s sad, because you’re absolutely beautiful.” She’s leaving soft, kitten kisses up and down my shaft between words. I can only manage pathetic whines, which she praises me for. “Your cock fits like it was made for me, like the perfect key, filling me up and making me come so hard. Did you like that, Chase? Did you like how it felt to fuck me with this thick, pretty cock?”

Words. I can’t remember words. “Uh, huh!”

“You have a beautiful cock, Chase. It tastes so good, I can’t get enough of it.” She takes the head in her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop while she cups my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck! Jesus fuck!” I almost don’t hear the pop when she releases me over the static in my brain. “Do you wanna come for me, puppy?”

“Yes! Please!”

Her tongue glides up and over the tip, sucking hard as she hums and I scream her name. She takes me down her throat again, giving me the most delicious and dirty moan. I want to record her doing this, taking me apart like this. She releases me again and I’m right on the edge of pain. I want to come—need to. But she eases me back down.

“Where do you want to come, Chase?” she asks before moving back to my thigh and biting so hard I yelp. I don’t use the safe word, though, because it still feels too good. I had no idea I was into this. “You want to come on my face? Paint my face with your cum? Oh, I bet you wanna come on my tits, don’t you, puppy? You really liked those last night. I bet your enormous cock wants to come all over my tits, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” It’s a high-pitched yip like some kind of animal. Her tongue laps at the bite marks she’s left and I just as I begin to relax, her breath hits my other leg.

“Remember, don’t break your showerhead, puppy,” she hums the words right next to my dick and bites my thigh.

I’m gonna break the fucking showerhead. She’s massaging my balls and jerking me off. Fuck, I wish I could see her. I want to watch her nails rake down my leg, or my pre-cum slick on her fingers. She takes me all the way down again, and when she pulls back, she tells me to come. I lose whatever sense of control I never even had in an instant.

I almost black out, thrusting into her hand over and over as she praises me. All without touching her. Without even seeing her. It’s… magical.

When the shrill whistling in my ears stops, she tells me I can put my arms down, and she helps me over to the shower bench and sits me down.

She loosens the blindfold, and it falls away, giving me a look at what I’ve done to her, the absolute mess I’ve made. She’s fucking beautiful.

“Stay here, don’t fall over, okay?”

I watch her walk out of the bathroom, but the world blurs. I squint at the clock, and it tells me we’ve been in here for almost an hour. No wonder I’m exhausted. There’s something else, but I can’t put my finger on it. I rock my head back against the tile, still a little sore from banging it earlier.

When she comes back, she’s cleaned herself off and grabbed a bottle of water and a bowl of fruit from breakfast. I don’t even realize how thirsty I am until I start to drink and down the entire bottle.

“You’re probably still dehydrated from last night’s drinking. How do you feel?” Her hand cups my face and she’s feeding me fruit. Maybe I died and went to heaven.

I close my eyes for a minute and pull her onto my lap, nuzzling into her neck. There’s something…different. Like…like I’m about to…cry? My shoulders tense and I try to pull away, but she holds me to her.

“Let it out, Chase,” her honey voice in my ear whispers. Not in that sultry voice, but in a warmer, comforting tone that’s safe and nurturing. “Sometimes it gets emotional.”

That’s all I need. Permission. The tears pour down my face. I’m not one of those macho guys who doesn’t believe in crying. Hell, I cry for and at movies all the time. But this isn’t a movie, and I’m not sad. I’m not angry. I’m not scared. I’m… relieved.

“Good boy, Chase. You did so well, baby. Let it out.” She coos, stroking my hair.

Without lifting my head, I say the only words that mean anything to me right now. The only words that make sense. “Don’t leave.”