Daring Time (20 page)

It took him a moment to realize she still clamped her eyes shut. He chuckled and gently kissed her eyelids. Not only was she intelligent, spirited and the essence of pure sexuality, Hope Stillwater was a natural submissive given the right man.

Thank God she'd decided he was such a man.

"Did you like that, beauty?" he whispered gruffly when she opened her midnight eyes and focused on his face.

"If it wasn't a sin for me to allow it, surely it won't be one for me to say I liked it very much."

Ryan chuckled. "You're a little witch, Hope Stillwater."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, seeming more concerned about his statement than interested in the fact that he leaned over to unfasten her left wrist from the headboard.

"Turn over on your belly, beauty," he whispered. He waited while she flipped over and rapidly reaffixed the velvet rope. He recalled what Jack had said about keeping her restrained until he'd gotten all the photos he wanted and was extremely mindful of the gun pointed at him during those tense seconds.

"I called you a witch because everything you say and every glance you give me casts a spell," Ryan murmured. Part of him was surprised by his blatant honesty, although another part wasn't. A woman, like Hope deserved nothing less, especially when she gifted him with her sincerity so generously time and again.

"Oh. It was a compliment."

"You seem relieved," he teased.

"Ryan . . . may I give you pleasure now?"

Ryan opened his mouth and closed it again, wondering all the while if he really would ever become accustomed to her sweetness.

"It would please me very much to turn your beautiful bottom the same fetching shade as your gorgeous breasts."

"Would it?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you spanked me last night when—"

"Shhhh," he hushed softly when eagerness made her voice volume escalate. The last thing he needed at this point was Jack realizing that he and Hope weren't strangers to one another. "Bring your knees up under you, Hope. That's right." For a second he just stared in mute amazement at the beauty of her naked back, narrow waist, curving hips and plump bottom.

He carefully removed her long, curly hair from her face, running his hands over the length before he settled it out of her way. He reveled in the softness of it, the erotic sensation of the curls coiling around his fingers. One day soon, if he had his way about it, he would thrust his cock into the silky mass of curls.

His cock throbbed dully at the mere thought.

Ryan picked up the leather flogger from the table.

"Lift up some more, beauty. Come up on your haunches," he said. "Put your bottom up in the air. Make it a nice target for me."

Hope moaned softly as Ryan slid his hand across her exquisitely soft skin, showing her how he wanted her positioned. When she'd settled she was up on her knees, thighs spread, her chest and cheek pressed to the mattress, her arms restrained over her head.

Under his guidance she'd parted her legs sufficiently enough for him to glimpse the wet, swollen folds of her sex between her white thighs.

"That's right," Ryan mumbled. When he realized his hand was down his pants again, stroking his furious erection, he took a deep breath and released himself.

He remained standing by the bed and ran the leather straps of the flogger over Hope's ass with his left hand. He decided to tease her lithesome thighs and partially exposed sex with the flogger, but her luscious ass was meant to be paddled.

She squealed in surprise when he flicked the straps against her thighs.

"Too much?" he asked, his hand immediately there to soothe the silken flesh.

"No ... not really. It stung at first. Now it just tingles," Hope muttered thoughtfully.

"Hold still, then."

Ryan wasn't sure what to make of the fact that she didn't moan and struggle against her restraints when he flogged the back of her thighs and the plump, tender curve of her lower ass like she had when he'd used the crop. It excited him to sensitize her pale flesh with the leather flogger, but he was concerned about her subdued reaction.

He paused in his flogging and slid the straps over her exposed pussy and up the crack of her ass. A visible convulsion rippled through her flesh. She gasped loudly, and Ryan realized for the first time she'd been holding her breath before.

"Okay?" he murmured as he lowered the flogger, once again lightly brushing the straps over her wet pussy.

"Yes ... ahhh . . . yes. It feels so . .."

"What?" Ryan prompted when her voice trailed off.

"Forbidden," she whispered so softly he barely heard her.

He smiled, despite the fierceness of emotion that swept through him at that moment.

"Would you like to try something even more for bidden j little witch?"

She looked up at him with one eye in anxious excitement. He saw her force down a swallow.

"Yes."

"Good," he said, realizing the single word had come out of his throat like a growl. He was doing his best to be patient, but her beauty and responsiveness had nearly unraveled his tightly coiled control on several occasions. Hope's seduction under these foul circumstances was the most awful and yet exquisite sexual torture Ryan had ever experienced.

He felt her gaze on him as he returned the flogger to the table and picked up the stoppered bottle. He said nothing as he parted one of her ass cheeks and poured some of the oil on the tiny, pink ring of her rectum. She shivered when he used his fingertip to rub the oil into the sensitive skin of her perineum and then penetrated her asshole.

She twisted her hips away from him.

"Ohhhh ... Ryan, I don't think that's ... I don't believe you know what you're doing!"

He chuckled as he stilled her waving fanny and pushed his forefinger into her asshole further. He closed his eyes briefly at the sensation of being clasped in smooth, tight heat.

"I know what I'm doing, beauty."
Do I ever,
Ryan thought be-musedly as he began plunging his finger in and out of her tight hole. She moaned in mixed panic and arousal, still twisting her hips. He put his knee on the bed and used his elbow and forearm to still her squirming bottom against his chest.

"Ohhhh," she wailed as he held her immobile and finger-fucked her ass with gentle determination, lubricating and loosening the clenching hole. After a moment her wailing stopped, however. Silence prevailed. Both of them seemed to be holding their breath in tense excitement. When he gently inserted another finger into her ass, Hope groaned shakily.

"Shhhh," Ryan soothed as he began to move in and out of her tight channel, this time with two fingers. "You see? You've gifted me with more than one sheath, beauty."

He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers, the sensation making him grit his teeth in agonized arousal.

"You do not plan to . ..
no,
Ryan. That would never work in a million years," Hope hissed.

H e glanced back at her and saw that the cheek that was turned up was floridly pink..

"Oh, it will work," Ryan assured, even as he slipped his fingers out of her ass and stood.

"But not right this second. At the moment, I think I might have to give you a punishment."

"Why?" she asked in surprise.

Ryan set down the bottle of lubricant and picked up the foot-long wooden paddle from the table.

"Do you remember when we were in the bathroom together, how I specifically asked you not to go anywhere with strangers?"

"Well, yes—"

"And did you do what I asked?"

"Well, it was just Sadie," Hope mumbled, giving him a petulant look. She opened her mouth to defend herself further, but stopped when he opened his hand over her bare bottom. He couldn't stop himself from groaning in agony when he felt her soft, taut flesh curving into his palm.

"I'm going to cut you some slack since you're new to this. I won't ever demand much of you, Hope, but if I ask you to do something for your safety, you'd best know from this point on that I'll take your agreement of it very seriously."

She looked up at him, the whites of her eyes largely in evidence.

"Don't be afraid. I told you I'd never harm you," he reminded her quietly.

He placed one hand on her shoulder and swung the paddle back with his left hand.

Crack.

"Ooh!" Hope exclaimed in surprise, lurching forward slightly. His hand on her shoulder kept her steady, though. He'd been so enthralled by the way the blow had shimmered through her firm flesh that he landed two more in quick succession.

Hope moaned loudly. Ryan used the end of the polished wood paddle to soothe her burning bottom, moving the tip of it in tight circular motions over her plump flesh.

"I think you'll listen to me next time, won't you, witch?"

"I—I, I will do my best—"

Wbap, wbap.Wbap.

"Ooh, I will! I certainly will."

Ryan couldn't help but smile. He released her shoulder and tenderly ran his hand over her bottom, soothing her hot, prickly flesh. He parted her buttocks to get a better look at her swollen outer sex, glistening slit and oiled rectum.

His guttural groan tore at his throat.

Her asshole clenched and she shifted her hips restlessly, as though she could feel his blazing hot stare.

"What are you thinking, beauty?" he rasped as he raised the paddle.

"I burn," she whispered shakily.

"So do I. You undo me, witch."

He briskly paddled her over her exposed asshole .. . not hard, just enough to make her whimper and her fanny twitch. He did it several more times in succession and each time her bottom gave a little hop and she yelped.

When he lowered the paddle and gently tapped it against her swollen labia and erect clit, she let out a howl of excitement.

"Shhhh," he quieted, but he couldn't help but laugh at how cute and sexy she was.

He really couldn't take much more of this. He supposed most would say he was teasing and tormenting Hope, but Ryan felt like he personally endured the most excruciating form of torture imaginable.

He set down the paddle and paused to lean down and brush the hair out of her face. His fingers came away damp with her perspiration.

"Are you excited, little witch?"

"Yes." Her breathy whisper charmed him as much as everything else about her.

"I can see I'm going to have to be more firm with your punishments in the future since you seem to enjoy it so much," he murmured as he leaned down and kissed her ear and then her dewy cheek, inhaling her singular scent. His cock lurched against his underwear, reminding him of a furious, ravenous, caged creature. He ignored it as best he could while he continued to nuzzle Hope's cheek and neck.

"Ryan?"

"Yes," he murmured as he nibbled along her fragrant hairline.

"Are you really going to put your ... member inside of me . . . there?"

"You mean here?" he asked as he ran his down hand down her satiny, flushed flesh. He penetrated her snug asshole again. For a second he froze when light flashed. He ground his back teeth together even as he slowly stroked Hope and she moaned softly.

He'd managed to forget about Jack and his sleazy friends for long, glorious minutes, but they'd forced the knowledge of their presence back into his awareness. All of it slammed into him at once— the sordidness, the greed ... the threat to himself and Hope.

"I am, honey," he whispered before he gently plucked at her parted lips. She turned her chin, trying to participate more fully in his kiss.
Sweet, sweet,
Ryan thought as he became more and more enraptured by her taste and lush, warm lips, and Diamond Jack Fletcher faded to a distant lurking shadow in his mind. Hope was so innocent and eager, so purely and profoundly carnal in nature that Ryan suddenly knew for a fact that Jack and his ilk could never begin to besmirch her.

"And it's going to feel so good for me. I'm going to make sure it feels just as good for you. Believe me?"

She gave him a long, searching look before she nodded solemnly.

"Witch," he whispered.

The smile that curved her red lips nearly made him explode in his pants. He grabbed the bottle of oil before he moved behind her on the bed. He unfastened his pants and jerked both them and his underwear down to his thighs. Having most of his clothes stolen had taught him to place uncommon value on what remained. He needed to be as prepared as possible in case he needed to move quickly.

They had a gun trained on them, after all. Knowing they were in imminent danger and yet feeling such intense sexual excitement created a bizarre, sharp mix of tension and emotion unlike anything Ryan had ever experienced.

He told himself not to stare at Hope's pink, paddled bottom, flushed thighs and swollen sex as he lubricated his cock with his hand but he couldn't stop himself from gaping at the extraordinarily erotic vision.

"Stay very still," he ordered before he moved into position behind her and pressed the tip of his cock to her lubricated asshole. He held his aching penis by the root and applied a firm pressure, already feeling her body's natural resistance.

"Now push yourself back onto my cock."

Hope squealed and then gasped when the fat head of his cock sunk into her.

"Shhhh, stay still now. That was the worst of it," Ryan soothed, praying it was true. She hugged him tighter than anything he'd ever experienced. It felt like an elastic band tugged beneath the head of his cock. The muscles of her anus writhed around him, subtly trying to push him out of her body. He needed to apply a firm pressure not to be ejected. Her heat resonated into him like a furnace, making him wild with longing to submerse his cock completely in that tight channel.

"Are you ready?" he asked gruffly.

He saw her nod.

"Then press back again."

This time while she pressed he reached around and massaged her clit. She howled in mounting excitement and pushed his cock into her several more inches.

"That's a girl," he murmured as he continued to stimulate her even while he held her hip and began pumping in and out of her ass gently.