Hooked Up the Game Plan (9 page)

Her voice grew soft as she said, “There’s been a few here and there.”

“Tell me about the last man in your life.” Had she been with another Dominant? He suspected not.

“Can I just say he was an ass?”

“What did he do?” Max kept his voice level, but inside his temper simmered.

“Let’s see, we decided to take a week-long vacation together. It started on day one when he looked at every woman on the beach but me. Then on day two, he started flirting with them. It culminated with me finding him in bed with some beach bimbo.”

Who the hell was this idiot? Max’s fingers curled into a fist. Once he found out, he’d beat the crap out of the guy for treating Grace like that then thank him for being such an ass and leaving the way open for Max.

Grace deserved better. She deserved a man who would be committed to her, who wouldn't look at other women, who would only see her, and who could take care of her needs.
Oh yes, he knew she had needs. He still remembered their last weekend together before they went their own ways. They'd only made it out of bed to eat and shower. Would Grace be interested in being his sub now?

“But,” she continued. “
There’s been n
o one like you, Master Max.” Her voice was soft and seductive.

Oh yes, she was still interested. “That’s nice to hear.” He smiled when the waitress set their meal down then told her there wasn’t anything else they needed. “Let’s eat.”

Max gave Grace a little bit of space. Already his cock was hard and pulsing, not only from being around her intoxicating person, but from her use of the title Master Max. He wanted Grace, his Gracie. But there was something else, a part of him was grinning with satisfaction that she’d never found a man to take his place, and yet another was frowning
,
worried that she hadn’t had good sex in the last nine years. Had he spoiled her for any other relationship? He hadn't intended for that to happen.

They were silent as they ate, but Grace picked at her food. “Eat up, sweetheart. You’re going to need your strength.”

“Am I?” She peeked at him from beneath her lashes.

Oh the little minx. His cock jumped. When he leaned over, his lips brushed against her ear. “You’re treading on dangerous ground, my Gracie. Are you daring me to take you to my place, tie you up and tease you all night long?”

“Yes. Please.” Her voice was breathless.

His fork slipped from his hand. She’d grown bolder over the years. While she would speak her mind, debating all sorts of subjects with him, the Gracie he remembered had had a difficult time expressing her desires. But now… he looked around for the waitress and then waved her over.

“Can we have some to-go boxes and the check please?” The waitress scurried away. He slid his arm around Gracie and pulled her close. She trembled against his side. “We’ll go to my place. Tonight is a night to get reacquainted.”

Twenty minutes later, Max led Gracie into his new home. It hadn’t taken him long to find a house because he’d wanted a fixer-upper so he could make the modifications he needed. He’d hired contractors from Seattle to redo the entire inside of the house, to include a brand new, soundproof dungeon. He’d spent last weekend unpacking all his special items and calling in a few favors to move in the heav
i
er equipment.

At the end of his senior year at LSU, he'd been drafted by a pro football team, and it was then, his full dominant tendencies emerged, on and off the field. He’d wanted to find a woman he could bring to his home and play with, but because he was a pro football player, it had been almost impossible. He hadn’t wanted to risk the publicity or possible scandal. So instead, he had belonged to several private clubs and gone to a few parties at private homes, depending on other Doms to loan him their subs.

But now, he could play with the one woman he wanted to play with. While they had dabbled in bondage in college, they hadn’t gone much beyond it and a little spanking. How far was she willing to go? After settling Gracie on the sofa, he crossed the room and turned on his MP3 player to some soft jazz before joining her.

“Did any of your ex’
s tie you up like I used to?”

She shook her head.

“Do you want to be tied up?”

Gracie squirmed and bit her lower lip. “Oh Max, it’s been so long since I’ve been tied up and teased.”

He noted the slip in not using Master before his name, but he'd let it slide for now.
“Does that mean yes?”

“Oh yes.”

“What are your hard stops?” He wanted to see how much she really knew about the BDSM world and what she wouldn't do.

“No welts. Nothing that involves fire or knives. No other women.”

Her knowledge surprised him a bit, but then it shouldn't have. Gracie was a woman who thrived on knowledge. “Agreed. I’m not into Sadism & Masochism at all.”

“Me either,” she whispered.

“Your
safe word is jackal.”

“Yes, Master Max.”

He nodded, pleased she was willing to play. “Tell me a fantasy, Gracie. Tell me what you’ve never told another living soul.”

Her cheeks grew pink. “Cutting to the chase,
Master
Max?”

“Tell me,” he ordered.

She shifted, her hip brushing his. “It starts off with me working late at school.”

Grace couldn’t believe she was telling Max this fantasy, but then again she could rarely resist him when he was in Master mode. Oh, how she missed this. She'd been submissive before but after the research she'd done, she realized she was a sexual submissive.

Her day job demanded she be in control at all times, but she loved giving up control in the bedroom to a man she trusted. And she trusted Max. It didn’t matter they’d been apart nine years. Deep down, this was the Max she knew and trusted. A man who would never hurt her.

When she finished telling him her fantasy, she sat quietly waiting, afraid to break the sensual spell in the room. Her panties were wet and her body hot. She resisted adjusting her legs to ease the ache in her pussy.

Max let out a breath and turned to her. Without a word, he captured her lips with his. There was no hesitation. She opened her mouth to his questing tongue.

Their tongues dueled with each other before he nipped and licked her lips. His mouth left hers to trail over her cheek, and his hot breath brushed over her skin. Her nerves twitched in anticipation.

“That’s some fantasy,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m so hot and my cock is hard. What are you going to do about it?”

Excitement shot up her spine. He used to talk to her like this when they were in college together. “In the bedroom or here?” she asked.

“I can’t move with this boner.”

Grace giggled. She couldn’t help it. After slipping from his hold, she pushed the coffee table out of the way then grabbed a pillow from the sofa. She shoved his legs apart and placed the pillow on the floor.

Max slid down so his ass rested on the edge of the sofa.
Yes
. She could see the hard bulge of his cock. She fell to her knees and trailed her fingers over the taut fabric of his jeans.

Once she found the snap, she pulled it loose then carefully lowered the zipper. After parting his jeans, she found the opening in his underwear and slipped his cock out.

Damn, he was bigger than she remembered. Licking her lips, she kept her gaze locked with his as she lowered her head.

A groan left him when she covered the head of his cock with her mouth. But their gazes held. Another game they used to play. Who would look away first when they went down on each other?

She sucked him deep and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Pre-cum leaked from the head. She licked him from base to tip, and Max let out another moan. His lashes drifted shut when she cupped his balls, which were hard and ready.

Max was primed. Taking him deep in her mouth, she sucked. Hard. His hips reared up as he came into her mouth. She savored his salty taste, licking up the last drop from his cock before releasing him.

Max's dark green gaze met hers. Fire burned there. He hauled her up, parted her legs so she was straddling him, and took her lips in a hard kiss. And she kissed him right back, grinding her pelvis against his groin.

H
er panties
were
already wet
,
and her pussy clenched with need and want, and...
She
just
wanted Max here and now. His warm fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. With a hard tug, he ripped them from her. Then he thrust two fingers into her core.

Grace cried out into his mouth, her pussy tightening around him. But that didn't stop him from thrusting his fingers in and out of her at a punishing pace. Harder and harder. Grace rode his hand, allowing her body to take over.

Shivers of pleasure wound their way over her stomach to her breasts. She clenched his shoulders as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She broke the kiss, breathing hard, but she’d barely taken another breath before he captured her lips again.

He pushed three fingers into her pussy and her hips bucked against them, then his thumb found her clit.
No!
She cried out in her mind. She wanted this to last, but Max wasn't going to let her. He flicked her clit, back and forth.

She tried to move her mouth from his. His free hand rose to capture her by the back of the neck, refusing to let her go. Breathing through her nose, Grace fought to hold back her climax. If he didn't release her mouth, she couldn't ask for permission to come, and if she didn't ask, he'd punish her. A shiver of excitement slid up her spine.

Her breasts tingled. This was it. She wasn't going to be able to hold back. Crying out as he thrust his fingers fully into her pussy, twisting them as he did so, she convulsed around the digits. Her pussy clenched and pulsed. He released her mouth, and she laid her forehead against his, panting.

“You didn't ask for permission.” He wiggled his fingers inside her pussy, and she let out a cry as he set off another climax.

“Someone wouldn't let me, Master Max.”

“True, but you know that means a punishment.”

“Yes, Master Max.” How quickly she fell back into the role of a sexual submissive, but she loved every second of it.

“I've decided your punishment will be...”

Grace held her breath, imagining a spanking or maybe him tying her up and playing with her body all night. Her heart pounded with excitement and anticipation.

“More pleasure by my hands and my lips until you can't move.” His mouth captured hers once again, and he spent all night delivering on his promise.

****

Grace set her pen down. She’d finally finished grading the last paper. Usually she’d do this at home, but Max had a late practice tonight and he’d asked her to wait for him. Heck, unless she wanted to walk home, she didn’t have much of a choice. He’d driven her to work this morning.

Well, almost every morning in the last week. She let out a contented sigh. Being with Max again was fun and exciting, and also very satisfying. Not just from the sex, but also from having someone whom she could share her most intimate secrets with. After straightening the papers, she slipped them into her desk and pushed her chair back.

“Not so fast, my lovely.” A deep voice said as fabric covered her eyes.

Heart pounding, her hands automatically went to her face, but strong hands captured her wrists.

“Oh no, you will not remove my blindfold.” The voice had changed to a softer tone, but still commanded.

Grace exhaled. Max’s voice. She hadn't recognized it when he first spoke. Excitement flooded her veins. What was he up to?

“You’re working late and all alone. I’ve been watching you. Now, I have you at my mercy.”

“Please don’t hurt me.” The fantasy. He was going to make it a reality. But she’d never talked about being blindfolded.

“If you obey me, I won’t hurt you. But act up, and you will be punished.”

Another shiver ran over her skin. Something soft slid over her wrists. Then she heard the distinctive metal click of handcuffs. Before she could react, he pulled her to her feet.

“Did you know I was coming? You’re wearing nice fuck me shoes.” His voice was deep and husky, signaling his arousal.

How long had he been planning this? He’d asked her this morning to wear those particular shoes. Holding onto her bound hands, he led her out of her classroom.

Where was he taking her? They were still at school, but it was late. She only hoped everyone had gone home. Another shiver slipped up her spine. This time apprehension was her companion.

She strained to hear anything, or anyone. But all she heard was the click of her heels on the floor. Max tugged her to a stop. She waited, biting her lip.

“Do you know how much you turn me on when you bite your lip?” He pulled her a few steps forward. Then a door shut.
Darn the blindfold
.

He led her further before stopping once again. “God, I love those shoes, but they have to g
o.” Pressure on her shoulder caused
her
to
sit
down hard
. Then her right foot was lifted. He removed the shoe and caressed her instep before doing the same with the left.