Free Going Too Far (The Curvy Submissive) by Jordan Bell

pushing through the madness taking over my body. If
he kept touching me like this, playing and teasing me like a toy, I was going
to come shamelessly against his hand.
    “I want…I want you . I want this . More rope…a
lot more rope.” I gulped air between each word, my voice coming out shaking and
broken. “Teach me what you like, Josh. Show me how to please you.”
    He groaned and released his hold on my panties and wrapped
his arm around my waist instead. He let go of my hand and spread his palm
against the wall to hold himself up. Josh stilled us as if terribly afraid we
were close to crossing some unspoken line.
    We stayed that way for a long time, him breathing heavily
against the back of my neck, me resting my cheek against the wall for support.
My heart raced and despite the stillness of our bodies, gave no sign of slowing
down any time soon.
    “That…no.” He exhaled finally, and I felt his whole body
shake with tension. “That is out of the question. What I like…that’s not an
option. Not with you. Don’t ever ask me again.”
    Pain shot through my chest and my whole body wilted. My racing
heart came to a violent stop and never restarted. “I want it to be you.
Isn’t that enough?”
    I turned my face away from the wall towards his mouth and
reluctantly his lips brushed my jaw and kissed the soft underside of my chin.
Our lips brushed close, but not quite. Not quite.
    “If you have to ask that, then I know this can never
happen.”
    “If you don’t want to teach me,” I said slowly, quietly. “I
promise I will find someone who will. This is my choice.”
     
     
     
7
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    Josh
     
     
    Lust, desperate, uncontrolled lust fueled my aggression when
I took Kat by the wrist and pulled her across the hallway to an empty bedroom.
She gave a squeak of surprise but didn’t argue when I dragged her inside,
kicked the door shut, and shoved her to her knees against the wall. She
stumbled, fell gracelessly, and caught her free hand on the plush carpet. Four
small candles lined the windowsill and provided only enough light for me to see
her kneeling, struggling silhouette. The candlelight sent the reflective
glitter on her mask sparkling beautifully.
    Beautiful . Everything about Kat was beautiful. How
had I not noticed before?
    But what she wanted from me was out of the question. Train
her? Dominate her? Punish her ? I didn’t think any man was strong enough
to survive the emotional backlash that was certainly inevitable from such a
contract.
    And yet, when I called her mine I’d meant it with my
heart and soul. Seeing her with anyone else might actually kill me.
    “You want to know what I like, Kat?” I let her go and
dropped my voice to a hoarse whisper. She fell forward on her hands and let her
hair fall across her face. I could hear her hummingbird breathing, quick,
light, anxious. Sensuous.
    When she didn’t answer right away I buried my fist in her
hair and yanked her head back, not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to get
my point across.
    “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me
immediately.”
    “Y-yes. Josh, yes,” she breathed, her wet lips catching
candlelight. Their full, ripe pout sent my mind reeling through all sorts of
dirty, gorgeous ideas. There were things she’d never dreamed of that I could do
with that bratty mouth and new ones even I hadn’t yet indulged in. “I want to
know what dream about. I can be what you want.”
    You already are . As if she ever needed to worry about
that.
    If she had been anyone else I would have ordered her to call
me Sir and nothing else, but I didn’t want to take my name away from her. I did
not want to rob us of the intimacy my name and our long history gave us.
    “I crave your obedience.” As I spoke I unfastened my belt,
slid the leather through its buckle, and stepped desperately close to her
kneeling body. I tightened my hold on her hair, pulled a fraction harder. She
trembled very slightly but my pet didn’t