Bound To Me (Leather #1) Page 3

  Pumping faster became too much to watch. His eyes rolled into his head. Looking down once more, she could see his shaft shining with her pleasure. Wetness ran down her legs as he thrust into her harder. Before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted her other leg off the floor, wrapping it around his hips. His hand splayed out on her ass, the sound of his skin hitting hers echoed around the room. Decland turned away from the wall and carried her over to one of the chairs, his cock slipping in and out with each step. He sat down allowing her legs to fall over the arms of the chair. She was spread out over him. Her skirt rolled up around her hips, her breasts bouncing in his face. “Ride me.”

  It was all he had to say. If he wanted a ride, Addison would give him one he’d never forget. At first, her hips moved slowly. His hands lifted her ass up and down, guiding her to slide on his length. When he reached between them, she was lost. Her legs spread wide over the sides of the chair, she reached back and rested her hands on his knees. She bucked wildly as his thumb started circling her clit. She could feel her inner walls tightening around his hard length.

  “That’s it, baby, let go,” he whispered as his thumb moved faster over her tender flesh. His other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, urging her to lean forward. She arched her back presenting her bouncing breasts to him, he latched on to her aroused nipple. Addison bucked harder. Sweat began to run down her cleavage; still she was stalled, hanging on the cliff. She cried out in frustration, wanting to come, needing to come. His hips bounced up to meet her hard thrusts, but the threads of bliss were just out of reach. Frustration ate at her as her body begged him for more. Harder, faster, her hips were wild. She cried out, “More!”

  Before she lost her orgasm completely, his thumb kicked into high gear rubbing furiously, his hips pounding his cock deep inside of her. When she felt the sting of his teeth on her nipple, Addison fell over the edge. Her body pulsed around his as she threw her head back and came on his relentless shaft.

  She could feel her inner walls pulling at him, milking him for more. His head slammed back into the chair. His jaw flexed as he ground his teeth, holding on, fucking her just a bit longer. Once his heavy hands landed on her hips, she knew she was done for. He lifted her hard and fast three more times before smashing into her like a spear finding a target. She could feel him pulsing wildly as his hefty cock shot hot jets of his seed. Addison wondered what it would feel like without the condom between them. How would his raw skin feel deep between her legs? Decland threw his head back with a groan. He’d spent his last bit of cum.

  He sat beneath her with his eyes closed, his head leaning back on the chair. Addison’s chest heaved liked she’d just had the world’s greatest workout. Her legs felt like jello. She started to move off of him, but his hands stilled her. He smiled warmly. “That was amazing.”

  As the reality of what she’d done set in, her sex-crazed mind began to clear. This felt like a great time to go. She’d just fucked a stranger in a sex club while she was supposed to be doing research. “Yeah, it was.” She started to climb of off him again. Now was not the time for cuddling. This time he let her while reaching in between them to hold the condom on his still semi-erect cock.

  Once she was on her feet, she could feel the deep, unmistakable ache that would make sitting down tender for a couple days. What the hell am I thinking? Panic started to set in as she started to fly around the room, gathering her things.

  Decland lumbered to his feet. “Hey, what’s the rush?”

  “No, rush.” She shoved her note pad and pen into her bag. “I’ve just got to go.”

  He pulled off the condom, knotting it at the end and sliding it into his pocket. Then he tucked that superb length back into his pants. Addison couldn’t help but pause and watch, astonished that it had actually fit inside her.

  He chuckled. “You certainly do like to watch.”

  Shaking her head to clear it, she zipped up the front of her corset and began putting her clothing back in place. “You have a magnificent cock.”

  “Thanks,” he sighed as he fastened his belt. “Can you at least tell me your name?”

  “Not a chance.” Hiking her bag over her shoulder, she walked over to the door and reached for the handle. As she pulled it open, she glanced over her shoulder at the most physically perfect man she’d ever seen. “That was amazing.” She smiled then stepped into the hall, refusing to turn back.

  Chapter 2

  “Taxi!” Addison waved her hand as yet another cab sped by, her heart racing as she tried not to think about what she’d just done. Cool air wrapped around her as fall leaves tumbled down the street. Huddling deeper into her beige trench coat, she pulled it tighter around her body. She raised her hand once more, while hiking her bag up her shoulder. Finally, she got a cab to come to a screeching halt. As she reached for the handle, her cell started vibrating at the bottom of her purse. “Dammit.”

  In her flustered state, she whipped open the door to the cab, frantically tossed her tote in, then scurried in as fast as she could hoping she wouldn’t run into the one night stand she just left behind. With a huff, she plopped down and kept digging to the bottom of her purse. Wanting to answer her phone just before it went to voicemail, she pulled it out and sighed as she looked at the caller ID. She swiped her finger across the screen. “Hi, Mom.”

  The cab driver turned around with a snap. “Lady, we go or not?” His heavy Asian accent doing nothing to hide his irritation.

  Placing her hand over the speaker of the phone, she snapped, “Yeah, we go. Upper East Side. Eighty-fifth and Lexington. Go. Go!” Her body slammed back into the cracked leather seat as lead foot went from dead stop to sixty, just to jam on his brakes one block later. Even while being tossed around like a rag doll, her racing pulse started to slow the farther they got from the club. Her mother had already started talking and was halfway through the conversation before Addison even started to pay attention.

  “Mom, I’m kind of busy.” Busy fucking a complete stranger. She slouched into the back seat.

  As she placed the phone between her shoulder and ear, she started pulling out what she needed to get herself back together. “Yes, I am aware of what kind of therapist I am.”

  Unbuttoning her jacket, she peeled it off and put it to the side; the boots were next. As she peeked up into the rearview mirror, she saw the cab driver raise his eyebrows as he got an eyeful of her risqué outfit. As quickly as she could manage, she pulled her blouse from the bag, jerking it to her chest where his gaze seemed to be resting.

  “Eyes on the road, bud. No tip if you look.” His eyes faced forward.

  Her mother had barely taken a breath since Addison answered the phone. With a sigh, she tried to remain patient, but holy hell, she just did one of the naughtiest things in her life, and now she had to listen to her mother. What she needed was time to process, not a lecture. As they bounced along the pothole-riddled roads, Addison sat still, taking a deep breath while the sound of her mother’s voice echoed around the cab. What the hell did I just do? She slapped her hand to her forehead trying to make sense of her behavior. Not once had she ever reacted so fiercely to a man.

  The boning in the leather corset bit into her skin. Addison peeked over at the pervy driver. Just in case he decided to forgo his tip, she turned in the seat giving her back to his rear view mirror. If he wanted a show, all he was going to see were her shoulder blades. She unzipped the corset. Letting her breasts fall back to their natural position, she rolled her shoulders stretching out the tension in her neck. She pulled her bra from her tote, slid it up her arms and snapped it without dropping the phone. The blouse was next. She dropped the phone, pulling the white silky fabric over her head. Holding the phone back to her ear, she heard the last thing her mother had said—more questions on why she was single. If she’d seen the way her daughter acted tonight, she might be ashamed. Strangely, Addison didn’t feel dirty or ashamed. She’d enjoyed Decland. It wasn’t like she was going t
o make a habit of one night stands, but they’d been safe, and for the first time in a long time, she felt beautiful, desired and sexy. Addison sighed with frustration, barely holding back her words.

  “Because it’s not that easy to find a good guy to date nowadays.” Easy to find for one night, not so easy to find one to last forever.

  Addison jumped as her mother’s high-pitched rebuttal nearly ruptured her eardrum. She hit the button on the side of the phone lowering the volume. She rolled her eyes. “I love that you think that I need to put myself out there more. Do you know the kinds of weirdos that stalk Internet dating sites?”

  As she slid the zipper down her boots, she plucked them off one by one, tossing them into the bag. Reaching into the bag, she wrapped her fingers around her business skirt. She slid to the side, practically lying across the back seat, scooting the business skirt up and over the leather one. She sighed. “No, Mother, I don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life.” The thought of never settling down—never getting married or having kids—was one that kept her up at night, wondering if it would ever happen.

  “Yes, I know the difference between theory and applied studies.” As she slid on her plain black pumps, her eyes flashed wide at the next thing her mother said. Addison huffed. “Are you suggesting that I need to start applying my own techniques to myself?”

  If only her mother knew how hard she had tried to save what she’d had with Jason, her ex-fiancé. Days of talking and pleading to no end. To know that no matter what she did, she still failed had hurt her deeply. So much so she’d started putting up walls around her fragile heart. “Mom, I can’t talk about this with you.” She paused, waiting for the other end of the line to go silent while her mother rattled off more unsolicited advice. “Because you’re my mother, and it’s weird.”

  Once again the chatter started. “EEWWW! Mom, I don’t what to hear about you and Dad. It’s gross. I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you, bye.” She shivered, trying to get the picture of her parents out of her head. Though she dealt with couples on a regular basis, there are some things she just couldn’t handle. Her parents talking to her about their sex life was one of them. She hung up without giving her mother another chance to give her too much information.

  Before she could even put her cell back in her bag, it started ringing again. She answered with an impatient growl and snapped into the phone, “No, I will not use my sex therapy techniques in my personal life. I refuse to Internet date, and I really, really don’t want to know about all the freaky things you’ve done in your life.”

  Hadn’t this night been filled with enough unexpected events? As she crossed her legs, the threads of soreness began to take hold. The muscles in her thighs were exhausted, her core was tender, swollen and still moist from being with that fuckable bastard. Aside from all the physical effects, she felt great, like her body had been unwound from a tight coil.

  “Well, I’m glad to know you don’t mix business with pleasure. That would be illegal. Internet is kind of fun if done the right way. And I thought we already knew all the freaky sex stories we had to offer.”

  The light laughter that came afterward was a relief to Addison’s ears. She sighed and leaned against the seat. “Neely, hi! I thought you were my mother.”

  “Why would your mother want to tell you about her sexual escapades?” Neely’s laugher rang out over the phone. Neely was a bit of an enigma. Half her life was soaked in heavy cultural traditions, the other half was spent plowing around the city at Addison’s side. She was hands down one of the most beautiful women Addison had ever seen. Those genes from India gave her ink-black straight hair that fell to her waist, a permanent tan and bright hazel eyes.

  Neely and Addison had met at a conference they both attended five years ago in downtown Manhattan. They bonded over martinis, mimosas and Neely’s admiration of sexy businessmen. Addison had been pumped to finally meet a fellow therapist who was a woman, tons of fun and at the top her industry. After all, couples therapy and sex therapy did go hand in hand.

  “I have no idea. But can you say awkward?”

  “For sure. So, what are you up to tonight?” her best friend teased playfully.

  “Just left the club.” Had her voice come out weird? Usually, she’d plow into every detail of a night spent with a sexy man, but for some reason, this time she wanted to keep it to herself.

  “Watching people get each other off again?”

  Addison laughed. She answered vaguely, “Something like that.”

  “Well, I hope you got what you needed. I still don’t get how you aren’t turned on even a little bit.”

  Addison’s hand flew to her mouth trying to hold back her laughter at thoughts of the filthy things she’d done tonight. Yeah, she’d gotten exactly what she needed. Though, what she needed had nothing to do with her book.

  She tried to steer the conversation toward her work rather than play. “It’s like being a gynecologist. After looking at cooter all day long, do you really want to look at it when you go home?”

  Neely burst into laughter. “Sister, you have got to find yourself a man to help Stella get her groove back. Jason was a douche. A hot douche, but a douche nonetheless. It’s time for you to find someone new.”

  Addison scoffed. She might’ve just gotten her groove back. “Spare me the lecture, Mom.”

  “Okay, but watching people have sex at a club is not going to find you Prince Charming. You’ll end up with Prince Perv.”

  If only she knew. “I’m studying the dominant-submissive relationship and how it translates into couples,” Addison said patiently. “I’m not there scouting for a husband.”

  “BDSM?” Neely squealed. “Are you shitting me? Why would you want to watch that?”

  “Lots of people have a negative connotation about it. But in reality, that kind of relationship must hold a high level of trust on both ends.” She added in her flat, doctor tone. “I watch so I can learn and teach others. Others who might benefit from that kind of interaction.”

  The skepticism coming across the line was palpable. “They trust each other to beat the hell out of one another?”

  “See? My point exactly. Lots of people have no idea. Just a dark version of people abusing each other.”

  “Maybe so, but I can’t wait to read this one. It’ll be a page turner.”

  “Thanks, but this isn’t going to be porn. It’s more like a guide to finding pleasure.” Addison looked up to find the cabbie watching her. She arched an eyebrow at him in question. “Anyways, I’m almost home. Sure you don’t want to come with me next time?”

  “Pass. It still freaks me out to be in the same room with other people fucking. Dinner tomorrow night?”

  “Totes.”

  “Not for nothing, but you’re kind of famous. I mean, your face is on billboards. You’re like the Dr. Phil of sex. How do you get into these clubs unnoticed?”

  As she played with the last piece of her club wardrobe, a mischievous smile played on her lips. His words echoed in her ears: ‘I can’t even know your name?’

  “I have my ways.” The black lace mask lay softly on her steady hand.

  Hitting the end button on her phone, she looked at the driver. “You peeked. No tip.”

  “You no stay single long.” A large white smile spread across the cabby’s face.

  Addison couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, I’ll give you half a tip.”

  Chapter 3

  Three days later and sitting was still tender. Either it had been way too long since she’d gotten some, or being banged to hell had proved more rewarding than ever. Or both. It was a satisfying kind of soreness, the kind that drew her sexual memories to the forefront of her mind each time she crossed or uncrossed her legs.

  Addison’s office was sectioned off by furniture. To the right was her notorious leather couch, a small, round glass coffee table and of course, the seat she sat in while working with her patients. To the left side of the room was her office set up with
two more chairs facing the desk. This was where she held her meetings with colleagues and her assistant. She settled deeper into the chair closest to the couch.

  “I mean, it was like… so small.”

  Sitting next to her latest patient, Addison adjusted her body once again just to feel the soreness. Sure, she had a plush leather couch in her office, but why was it that her current cushion dweller, Jenna, insisted on lying down each time she came in for a session? “Yes, there are unfortunate men like that in the world. It’s called a micropenis.”

  “For real, Doctor Tyler. I mean, like, my pinky was bigger. Pathetic. There’s surgery for that kind of thing. No woman wants a man that is too small to do anything.” Jenna’s shoulder length, platinum blond hair fanned out around her head, making her overly tanned face look orange.

  Why do I take clients like these? She wanted to help people who really needed it. Like the poor man that they were currently talking about. Or couples that wanted to save a relationship that was falling apart. However, clients like the overly critical Jenna were part of the business. Not everyone needed to be saved. Some people needed to talk just for the hell of talking. Jenna had no real issues. Addison loved the clients she worked with and really helped, but women like this were her bread and butter. They chose her because she had an upstanding reputation, was good at her job and anyone who could land an appointment with a famous therapist was seen as well-connected. Or even better, sexually deviant. Addison’s name raised eyebrows, and anyone who saw her was seen as a sexual dynamo.

  “Yes, it’s a medical condition,” Addison said. “The men who deal with it have a very rough time of it.”