Hoss’s Limits (House of Lustz #2)

Cady Chapter 14

My visit with Tajah was great. I enjoyed the time not only with her but also with Mikhail and Hoss. It was intimate and relaxed. Or it was after I got over the fact Iker had left and was sending the quote to me through Hoss. When I asked him why, he said we’d talk about it. I knew that meant he thought he would pay for it. Well, I had news for Mr. Sacket. I wasn’t a kept woman.

His cars and house told me that his company did exceptionally well. He was a rich man. I didn’t want anyone, especially him, to think I was with him due to his wealth. I had never been, nor would I ever be, a gold-digger. Just the thought of it made me shudder.

Taj and Mikhail hung out with us for a couple of hours. Long enough to have lunch and catch up. Before the guys joined us, she wanted me to tell her if Hoss and I had slept together and, if we had, how it was. Just recalling that conversation made me smile. I was waiting for Hoss to finish a call he got from someone at his office so I could revisit that conversation.

“So, tell me. I see you and Hoss seem to be cozier. You stayed all night with him. Does that mean what I think it does?” Tajah asked coyly.

Wanting to mess with her, I shrugged and adopted a disinterested look. “We’ve talked some. He was worried about the Flint issue because he showed up at the clinic after being in my house and at Lustz. I didn’t want to disturb you and Mikhail, so I took him up on his offer to stay here. I mean, you saw this place. He has a ton of bedrooms to spare, and none of them are less than comfortable.”

She huffed. “I get that, but are you telling me you stayed in a guest bedroom and didn’t jump that man’s bones? Good God, he’s scrumptious. You’d have to be crazy to say no to him. I mean, even if all it turns out to be is sex. Go for it. What do you have to lose? If you’re worried he’ll treat you like those other losers, I don’t see it happening. He’s not that kind of man, Cady.”

“Taj, does Mikhail know you think Hoss is scrumptious?” I teased.

“I have eyes. And he knows I can appreciate an attractive, sexy man without wanting to sleep with him. Mikhail is perfect for me. Something in my gut tells me that Hoss is perfect for you if you only give him a chance. Don’t let the past dictate your future. Not everyone is like your exes or parents, especially your dad.” She gave me a sympathetic look when she said the last part. My stomach cramped, even thinking about Dad.

“I know that intellectually, but emotionally, it’s hard, Taj. I see what you have with Mikhail. And I look at others I’ve known who’ve had successful relationships. I know it’s possible. However, with my past, I don’t want to get my hopes up. If I do, and it doesn’t work out with Hoss, it’ll hurt far worse than anything I went through in the past.”

“Which should tell you that he’s most likely the man for you. And I don’t see him hurting you. It takes a strong man to let you be you and not be diminished or threatened by it. I believe Hoss is that guy.”

I let my excitement peek out. She clapped her hands. “ You did sleep with him! I knew it. Tell me. How was it?”

“It was the best sex of my life by far. He made me come so hard and long it was unbelievable.”

“Oh, that’s great. I’m not asking for specifics, but I have to ask. Is all of him in proportion to the rest of him?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Oh, yes, he is. And that’s all I’m saying.”

“Bitch,” she said with a mock frown. This set us off giggling. Once we got control, we moved on to other topics.

“What’re you smiling about, Tiny?” Hoss asked, causing me to jump. I hadn’t heard him enter the room. He was stealthy for such a big guy.

“Just remembering something Tajah and I were talking about earlier. All done with your call? Do you need to go to work?” I was praying he wouldn’t.

“No, I don’t have to go to work. They can handle it. Just needed to check with me on a point or two. I have excellent people. I’d like to know what the two of you talked about to make you smile that way.”

I fought not to blush, but I wasn’t successful. He grinned, then sat down on the couch next to me. He ran his thumb over my cheek and then my mouth. “Cady Cat, were you talking about us? Did Tajah want to know whether we’ve had sex yet or not? What did you tell her?”

“It was, if you must know, and I told her yes. I didn’t give any details away.”

“But you told her I was a God in bed, I bet.”

“No, I said you would be adequate with guidance and tutoring,” I snarked.

Instead of getting upset, he threw back his head and laughed. When he finished, he added more. “I know that’s not true. The way you couldn’t move afterward and how you came told the truth. However, your brazen lie does bring up what we were discussing earlier. I think before we get further into this, we should set up some of our rules and establish punishments.”

This made me sit up straight. Having never done anything like this, I was nervous. Taj had shared some with me about how she and Mikhail established theirs, and of course, I knew what she’d written in her first book, but that was it. And with Hoss being a brat handler and Mikhail a primal, they would differ, no doubt.

“Okay, what do I need to do?”

“Just be totally honest with what you want, don’t want, hate, and are willing to consider. Once I know those about you and you know the same things about me, we can set the rules and write out the contract.”

“It’s written, as in we sign it?” I didn’t recall Taj mentioning if they signed one or not.

“Yes, that way, there are no misunderstandings. Some people only have them verbally, but I don’t. However, if we find that over time, we need to add or delete things, it can be modified. Let’s start with sex itself. Are there things you’ve tried or not that are a definite no for you?”

I thought about my past experiences and what I knew. I wasn’t the most experienced woman on the planet. I’d had boyfriends, but not dozens or more. I suspected Hoss had many lovers. It made me uneasy. What if I ended up not being enough?

“What just went through your mind?” he asked abruptly. While I was thinking, he’d picked up a notebook and pen lying on the table in front of us.

“I, just something I hadn’t thought of. Okay, things I hate. Hmm, I don’t like to be hurt. What I mean is no cutting, shocking, burning. And no group sex. I don’t want to be shared or to share you. And I’ve heard from Tajah about people who’re into things like urine, feces, and such. No way. I’m fine if others like it, but it’s not me, no matter how much you try to convince me.” I grimaced despite not wanting to. I was trying not to offend in case he was into any of those.

“Babe, I’m not into urophilia, emetophilia, klismaphilia, coprophilia, or any of those. The first term is for those into golden showers, the second is vomit, the third is enemas, and the last is feces. I agree. If others like them, more power to them. Now, when you say shocking, what does that mean? Are you saying no to a violet wand or a much harder and more painful shock? Cutting I have no interest in. Burning, there’s wax play, which does have a burning component, but you’re not permanently scarred or injured by it.”

“I could’ve survived not knowing the names of those things, but I guess I can say I’m more educated. I don’t know what that wand does or feels like. Does it hurt a lot? I just said no shocking because I heard that some do shock their partners,” I shared.

“There are two types of violet wands and many attachments that affect the shock. I won’t get into those differences, just know what I’m talking about is a wand that takes the current in an outlet and turns it into a steady stream of zaps. The zaps energize your nerves and stimulate your skin. If you’re into erotic and sensuous sensations or even intense ones, the wand can give you that. It can be combined with all kinds of other scenes.”

He paused after explaining it. I admit, the idea of sensuous or erotic called to me, but I wasn’t sure how intense I’d be able to stand. “A wand I’d possibly put in the maybe category. I’d have to try it to know for sure,” I told him. I watched him jot words down.

“Next, the burning. Wax play maybe, yes, or no?” he asked.

“Do you like it? Either to receive or to give?” I asked.

“This is about you. I don’t want to influence your answers. When we’re done with you, I’ll tell you my limits. I’ve lived with mine for a long time. I’m comfortable with them and won’t hold back telling the truth.”

“Well, I’ve only ever played with it once. The guy used a candle, and when he poured the hot wax on me, it burned my skin, causing me to get a blister. I didn’t like that at all.”

“Do you know if he used a regular candle? There are ones that are made for play which aren’t as hot. Those that are colored or scented or made of beeswax melt at a higher melting point, so they burn more. I’d stick to soy ones. They have a lower melting point. Also, the height at which you drop the wax affects how hot it is when it hits your skin. Some people like the more serious burn. In your case, I see you as more into the sensual, like the wand.”

Again, an explanation changed me from no way to maybe. He took me through more likes and dislikes. When I was done, he hit me unexpectedly with his earlier question. “What went through your mind that made you concerned when we got started?”

He waited patiently for me to answer. I took my time and then decided to go for it. He wanted honesty, so I’d give it to him.

“You’re a member of a sex club. You’ve been around countless women. I have no doubt you’ve played a lot and not just there. You’re a very captivating man. You’ve undoubtedly had lots of lovers and partners. I’ve had boyfriends, but not on the scale you’ve been with women. And with them being part of the club scene, I know they’ve tried a lot more than me. They know what they like and don’t like. What if you find me boring? Or you want to go back to that life or want things I won’t do?”

He sighed and brought me closer. “Babe, I haven’t been with hundreds of women. Let’s be clear on it. And many of the ones at the club I did scenes with but didn’t have sex with them. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. As for being bored with you, I don’t see that ever happening. We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary last night, and you made me come harder than I ever have. I’d catalog it as the best sex of my life, and that was without any kink. As for wanting to go back to the club, I do enjoy it. But I’d only ever do it if you’re with me. We can watch if that appeals to you, or if you want to be seen, we can do scenes and allow others to watch us. Or we can watch others and then go to a private room together—any of those work for me. You reacted the other day, and I wondered if you might have exhibitionist tendencies. Do you get turned on at the thought of someone watching you have sex?”

At the thought, a shiver went through me. “I’ve never tried it, but I admit, the idea of it makes me wonder. My body reacts by getting all tingly at the thought. Although if I ever tried it, I might freeze and hate it. ”

“And if you do, then we’d stop. I can tell you that I’ve never cared if someone sees me or my partner, and seeing others is hot. However, I’m not sure if it’ll change with you. Watching is one thing, but touching you in any way is a hard no. I won’t share you, and I don’t want to be shared. Some of the things I like are impact play, anal play, and edging my partner. That’s not all, but it’s a good place to start.”

“Do you enjoy receiving any of those?” I knew what they were from Taj.

“Edging, yes. Anal, I’ve never wanted to try. Impact play, maybe. It might be fun with you.”

“And what if I said I want to perform anal on you?” I asked.

“Are you willing to let me do it to you?” was his comeback.

I hesitated, then answered him. “I’ve played with dildoes and stuff. I’ve had anal sex and enjoyed it in one case and hated it in another. Your size scares me. I don’t know how it wouldn’t hurt terribly. You’re a big man, Magnus.”

“It would hurt, but I’d do everything I could to prepare you to make it as comfortable as possible. Degrees of pain can enhance the experience. We’d take it slow. And to answer you, I’m willing to give it a chance if you’re willing to let me try. Toys and my fingers are a given. My cock is negotiable.”

“But you enjoy doing anal,” I added.

“Honestly, I think I would, but I’ve never had a woman agree. My size is a factor.”

As soon as he admitted that, I wanted to be the one woman who gave him something no one else ever had. I leaned closer to him. “Then let’s put that in the definitely maybe category for both of us.”

He inhaled sharply, and the heat that it brought to his gaze told me we’d better hurry up with this negotiation. His next words verified he was feeling the same.

“I think we have enough to start with. Now, to discuss funishments and punishments. The latter will only come into play if you misbehave in a situation that is a hard, no-play environment. For example, I’m pretty good with you being bratty, but I don’t want it when we’re around my work clients or employees. It could cause them to believe I’m not someone they can rely on. If we’re in a dangerous situation, I don’t want you to do it then. If I give you my signal, which will be a word, then there’s a good reason I don’t want you doing it right then, and I expect you not to. You can tease me and call me names if it’s done playfully outside those instances. But if you disrespect me for real, then no. Another thing I won’t allow is you to make disparaging remarks about yourself. Lying is a big no-no. That includes telling what you think are small lies, such as you’re alright with a toy we use or you don’t tell me something is too painful because you want to please me. Lying won’t do it, and I will know, Cady. You’ll establish a safe word to use. When you do, if you don’t use it when you should have or if you use it to get out of being punished, that won’t be tolerated.”

“What is your word? And if I were to be a brat in those hard no situations, what are my punishments?”

“My word is pineapple. As for punishments, I’ll add more as we go along, again after we agree, but based on what you’ve shared with me, I think I have a few. Orgasm denial is one. I’d get you to the edge, then back off and not let you come, and I’d do it for hours. You’ll be begging and in tears when I’m done with you. Another would be sensory deprivation. You said you don’t like to be unable to see and hear at the same time. I’d cover your eyes and ears, so you have neither sense.”

I squirmed because he’d hit on ones I knew I wouldn’t enjoy at all.

“You need to have a safe word, Cady. What will it be?”

“Since yours is a fruit, I’ll stick to that theme, and it’ll be Kiwi. I hate them.”

He chuckled. “Kiwi it is. We’ve more to discuss, but I think we’ve made a good start. What would you say about leaving this for tomorrow and us doing something else?”

“What do you have in mind?” As if I had to ask. The bulge in his pants told me he was turned on.

“Stripping you bare, laying you out on the dining room table, eating your pussy until you come, then fucking you until we both explode. Then, after a rest, we’ll do it again, but in a different place, and throw in some fun toys. I’ve been dreaming of you since the first time I saw you. I hoped I’d get the chance to have you. I’ve been collecting toys and other items for us. Wanna come see what I have?”

I hopped to my feet. “What are you waiting for? Show me what you’ve got. Or is that too much for you?” I taunted.

He rose to his feet and slapped his hand hard on my ass. It stung, but it sent a jolt through me, too. Spanking was on my yes list, but only to a point. I bet he’d add the harder spanking to my punishment list once he discovered my line. He took my hand and moved toward the dining room. I could hardly contain my growing excitement. I was ready. I’d gone long enough without him. I needed him desperately. All this talk about sex and boundaries had turned me on just as it had him.

When we entered the room, he let go of my hand. I wasn’t sure why. He walked to the window and drew the drapes, blocking out all the light. Why was he concerned about that? No one could see us. Once he closed them, he went to the light switch and turned on the light. Over the table, the chandelier came on, and the way the crystals reflected bits of light all over the table and room was dazzling.

On my tour, I admired the dining room set. It was made of dark wood, and it was a statement piece. Most of the furniture and decor in this house was. He had good taste and the money to indulge it. The table was rectangular and long enough to seat a dozen, though there were extra chairs along the wall, making me think there was an extension that you could add. The room was large enough to expand it.

He turned to stare at me. He didn’t approach, though. He crossed his arms. “Strip,” he commanded. The authority in his tone made my body react, but the brat in me wasn’t that easily subdued.

“Okay, and why should I?”

An eyebrow went up. “Because I told you to.”

“Seems like a you problem, Supersized. I think I’ll take a nap. I’m bored,” I said, then I deliberately presented my back to him and took a couple of steps toward the door. I wanted to push him. I hadn’t let my full brattiness out to play. This wouldn’t be my best. But it would tell me if he could handle me like he said and what he’d do to punish me.

“Think before you walk out that door, Cady Cat. If you do, you reap the punishment for not doing as I told you,” his voice sounded deeper when he spoke.

I paused, glanced over my shoulder, shrugged, and sassed more. “Yeah, sure thing, Hoss.”

I knew calling him Hoss rather than Magnus would push him. I watched as his gaze caught fire. Suddenly, he was stalking toward me. I took off running. His footsteps pounded loudly behind me on the hardwood floor. I thought I had the advantage of a smaller size, making me swifter. I learned I was wrong. I didn’t make it more than ten feet, if that, before I was grabbed and lifted in his arms. He held me tightly. I struggled to get away, but he didn’t seem to notice. I was swung around, and we headed back into the dining room.

He paused to shut and lock the door, then took me to stand by the end of the table before putting me down. He gave me a quelling look. Surely, he knew it would take more than that to tame me temporarily. I’d never been able to engage in my brat self fully.

“Are you going to do as I say, Tiny?”

“No. What’re you gonna do about it?” I taunted.

His smile was kind of chilling. The next thing I knew, I was picked up and placed on the table. He pushed me flat. I saw him reaching underneath it. I didn’t struggle because I was too busy trying to see what he was doing. My mistake. When his hand came up, it was holding a black strap. My brain tried to decipher what it was, but by the time it registered, he already had a loop tight around my wrist. In a flash, he was reaching under the opposite side. I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down, and just like that, my other wrist was bound.

“I warned you. Now, you’re at my mercy. Although, I think I need to do a little more.” He smirked.

I wiggled and tried to get free, but it was no use. He pushed me further up the table, and then he pulled out more restraints, and my ankles were bound. When he was done, I was tied spread eagle on the table. I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t turning me on, but I wasn’t ready to tell him that. In our talk, I’d indicated I wasn’t opposed to being restrained, only leery of it.

“Let me up,” I demanded.

“Are you going to use your safe word? We’ve barely begun.” He waited.

There was no way I’d safe word out and not for something turning me on like this was and this early in the game. I shouldn’t have felt like I could trust him this early and this way, but I did. I shook my head.

“Words, Cady. I need you to say yes or no.”

“No, no safe word.”

“Good. Hmm, I like seeing you like this, all subdued and at my mercy, but this picture needs more.”

“What? You need an instruction manual.”

His smile was slightly intimidating. He walked over to the side buffet and opened one of the drawers. I hadn’t peeked into it, so I had no clue what was in the drawers. I gasped when he came up out of it with a silver knife in his hand. Fear slithered up my spine. Was I about to find out he was into cutting and had lied?

He came back to me. When he saw my face, he gave me a tender smile. “Baby, you don’t need to be scared. I’m not going to cut you, I promise. Just hold still so I don’t accidentally do it. ”

Trusting him, when I wouldn’t have trusted another man in a similar situation, I lay perfectly still. I watched as he lifted the bottom of my pant leg and sliced slowly up the entire length of my leg. It was a pair of yoga pants. It cut easily. He didn’t stop until he cut through the waistband. He repeated the same thing on the other side. After he had them cut off, he jerked the ruined fabric out from underneath me and tossed it on the floor.

He studied me and shook his head. “Tsk, you’ve been running around without underwear on while we had other men in the house, Tiny. I don’t think I like that. What if they saw the outline of your delectable pussy through the fabric? This is my cunt. I own it. I decide when and if it’s visible to others.”

I shivered because he ran a finger between my lips. I was wet. He lifted his coated finger and sucked it clean, and hummed in approval, but that was it. Leaving me there hornier than I was seconds ago, he moved up to my upper body.

He leaned over and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself and eagerly tried to kiss him. He pulled away. “Taste that? It’s mine. Only good girls get to share it and get a kiss. You’ve been bad. Where was I?”

I wiggled on the table. I was burning up from just that little bit. That’s when I began to learn what it meant to be punished by my man. He proceeded to caress, nibble, and lick all over my lower body, but he stayed away from my pussy. On my upper half, which was still clothed, he kneaded my breasts and touched any exposed skin. I had no idea how long it went on, but it was close to an hour, by my calculations, or it felt that long. He now had me to the point I began to beg .

“Magnus, please, I need you. Let me loose. I want to touch you.”

“No. I’m trying to figure out what to do. I need a manual, remember?” he mocked.

“No, you don’t. I’m sorry. I should’ve never said that. You don’t need any help to pleasure me.”

“We’ll see,” was all he said.

I was almost a whimpering puddle. He picked up the knife again. He made precise cuts on my T-shirt and removed it. I did have a bra on. I was too self-conscious to go without one around people. My breasts were on the large size for my frame. Plus, if I had to run, the bouncing hurt, and I had to hold them down.

If I thought he’d cut my bra away, too, I was wrong. He teased all around my breasts, but that was it. Kisses would be given, but just fleeting ones. I’d had enough. I jerked hard on the straps, but they held.

“Let me up! I can’t take any more of this,” I whined.

“Oh, yes, you can. You’re being punished. You don’t get to decide when it’s done. I do. I’m in charge. Maybe next time you’ll listen.”

I moaned and whimpered. I continued to plead when I couldn’t hold it in. I was creating a puddle under my ass from where my cum was soaking me. I felt insane. When he cut free my bra, I sighed in relief, only to cry out more as he teased me mercilessly.

Finally, I gave up and lay there. I sobbed, and tears were running down my face as I begged one last time. “Stop. It hurts. I can’t take it anymore. Just let me up. I want to go.”

As soon as I said it, and I knew I sounded broken, he was at my ankles, releasing them and then my wrists. I was too weak to sit on my own when I was free. I tried to roll, but he stopped me. He pulled me to the end of the table and took a seat as he hugged me. I laid my head on his chest.

“Shh, you’re alright. I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said softly, rubbing my back soothingly.

He kissed all over my face and then planted a sweet one on my mouth. When he was done, he eased me back onto the table. I wanted to protest, thinking he was about to start the punishment again, but that went out of my head as soon as he widened my thighs and his mouth came down on my dripping pussy. I was so sensitive from all the play and orgasm denial that all it took was one swipe of his tongue, and I came. I screamed as I shook uncontrollably, and more cum squirted out of me. He made a hungry sound and lapped faster.

If I thought my coming would make him stop, I was wrong. He kept me on the edge so that I never wholly came down from my orgasm before I was climbing toward another. The man was diabolical. I was gasping as the third one ebbed. I was about to call time out when he stood and yanked off his shirt. His pants immediately followed it. I’d seen the bulge he sported the whole time he tortured me. It hadn’t gone down. When his cock bobbed into view, I moaned. It pulsated with veins, and precum coated at least half of it.

He grasped my hips and rolled me. I weakly tried to help. Lying flat on my front hurt the girls, so I pushed my upper body up. He spread my ass cheeks, and then I felt the head of his cock probe my entrance a second before he pushed inside. It burned a bit, but I loved it. I cried out his name as he thrust until he was all the way in for me. I knew there was still part of him not in, but he filled me to capacity. He stopped.

“Hang on, Cady. You’ve got me on edge. Tell me if I get too rough,” he said hoarsely.

That was all the warning I got, then he began to pound my pussy. It was glorious, and I moaned and cried out in ecstasy as he fucked me hard and fast. I swear, I felt those veins rubbing my insides. He would hit the head on my G-spot. It only took a couple of minutes for that to get me coming. I waited for him to flood me with his cum, but he didn’t. He somehow held back and kept stroking in and out.

God, I didn’t know if I could take any more. Then he lifted me to stand, and his hand came to my front to fondle my tits. I moaned louder. Then that hand slipped down to tease my clit. I lost it and came again. As I did, his other hand rose and gripped my throat. I could still breathe, but I had to work at it. As I struggled and realized his choking me this way actually made me come harder, he let out a roar and jerked over and over as he filled me with his cum while I was still squeezing down on him. When we both stopped coming, I would’ve fallen if it weren’t for him holding me up.

He sank back in the chair, taking me with him. I sat on his lap with his cock still inside of me and our combined cum leaking out. I hoped we didn’t ruin the leather seat. He was kissing my neck as he murmured to me.

“Cady, Jesus, that was so fucking hot. You have no idea how good that was for me. I hope you loved it as much as I did. I didn’t go too far, did I? I was waiting for you to say Kiwi. Was the punishments okay? ”

I weakly nodded my head. “During it, I thought about using my word, but even as insane as you made me, I couldn’t. I have no words for what happened. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. I loved it,” I confessed.

He growled in my ear, “Good. I want you always to want me. There will be no one else. I’ll give you whatever you need and want. After last night and today, there’s no way in the world I’ll let you go. As long as we communicate honestly, we’ve got this.

“Mm,” was all I could say. I was drifting off asleep.

He chuckled. “It’s time for me to take care of you, Cady Cat.”

He lifted me, so we disconnected, and I made a disapproving sound. Then he stood and swung me up in his arms. He strode out of the dining room toward the master bedroom. I snuggled into him.