His Every Desire (For His Pleasure, Book 7) (7 page)

“Well come on, then.” He walked briskly to the black throne. “I could put you in the chair. I bet you’d like that. Legs spread wide, handcuffed, helpless as I touch you all over.”

Kallie gasped, thinking about it. Her eyes were wider than ever and her legs trembled. Yet, despite the anxiety, her most intimate place was hot and wet from the anticipation of his hands on her body.

“Whatever you want,” she said.

“Yes, that’s the spirit,” he laughed, moving to the ropes and pulleys she’d been trying to figure out earlier. “And since it’s up to me, I’m going to put you on the swing.

Naked.”

“Naked?”

“Get undressed. Right now.”

She hesitated. “That’s embarrassing.”

“You admitted that it was wrong to come down here like that, without even asking my permission. You violated my privacy.”

“And I said I was sorry.”

“Well, that’s not good enough.”

She looked down at her body and tried to imagine taking her clothes off right in front of him. “I can’t, Hunter.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

She sighed. Why was it that she was feeling more turned on than ever? What was the hold that he had over her? She couldn’t understand it, couldn’t make any sense of it. “I’m not sure. I just—I need time.”

His jaw tightened. “No more time. I’m losing patience. We’ve done the dance—

you pretending not to want what we both know you want. Me pretending that I believed your uncertainty. I’m done pretending. Are you?”

She looked into his eyes. If Kallie was going to go through with it, she realized that she needed to trust him completely. And as she watched him watching her, Kallie understood that she did, in fact, trust him. There was no good reason to trust him, but still she did.

“Okay,” she said, as if readying herself for battle. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Good. Now get undressed.”

Kallie pulled off her shirt, leaving herself exposed to him—she wore a see through bra, and her nipples poked stiffly through the thin material.

Hunter’s expression was alert but passive. He gestured for her to continue. She stepped out of her heels and slid her pants down to her ankles. Now she was in nothing but her bra and panties. She looked down to see gooseflesh breaking out across her entire body.

And she’d already soaked through her panties in her desire for him.

“You can keep your bra and panties on for now,” he said. “Even though you’ll soon beg me to take them off you.”

She shuddered, knowing that she already wanted to strip them off. She wanted to be bare for him.

More than that, she wanted Hunter to throw her down on the floor right now and enter her, make love to her the way he had before—forcefully, wildly, almost out of control.

“Come here,” he said, pointing to the spot next to him. She walked obediently to where he stood.

Kallie looked down, afraid to meet his gaze. She wasn’t sure what she’d find.

Hunter began pulling one of the chains down and the whole system squeaked and creaked and groaned as the various ropes and pulleys moved in unison. He drew one of the chains down until it was level with Kallie’s stomach. At the end of the chain was a pair of leather handcuffs.

Hunter took Kallie’s hands and fit them inside the leather restraints. His touch was firm, but not rough. Slowly, he cinched the leather tight around her wrists, buckling her in so that she couldn’t wiggle free. Her hands were now essentially bound together.

“You’re mine for now,” he said. “Do you agree?”

“Yes,” she nodded. She could feel the beads of perspiration gathering on her forehead and upper lip.

Everything was happening so fast—the entire situation had taken on the surreal quality of a dream, a fantasy. Here she was, in Hunter Reardon’s elaborate sex dungeon, playing some role, but not sure exactly what her part entailed.

Still, she didn’t feel frightened for her safety. It was more a sense of wanting to let go, to be uninhibited, to completely give herself over to him—but not being ready to deal with what that might mean when this little fantasy was over.

Would she be able to look herself in the mirror afterwards and not feel ashamed, dirty, soiled in some way?

Hunter started to crank a lever on the side of the contraption and slowly, the chain began to rise toward the ceiling. As the chain went upwards, it lifted her arms further and further over her head.

Something about it was so incredibly vulnerable and erotic, and Kallie didn’t know why. Was it the fact that Hunter was watching her so closely, seeming to pay so much attention to her every expression, eye movement, breathing, the tension in her shoulders?

At one point, he gently put his hand on the back of her neck and leaned into her ear. “Let it go, relax.”

And then suddenly her shoulders released and the pleasure was exquisite, like an amazing yoga stretch. She let the chain hold her weight, and it was almost as though she were light as a feather.

“Look at your breasts, Kallie,” he whispered into her ear. His breath tickled her lobe and her ear canal. “Look down at those pert, tight nipples.”

She looked down. There was a gleaming trail of sweat dripping between her breasts. She didn’t have enormous boobs in the first place, and with her arms stretched high overhead, they’d flattened out somewhat. It seemed to make her nipples stand out even more through her bra, and they were as hard as they’d ever been.

“Tell me what you see,” he said.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Her voice quivered slightly.

“Are you aroused?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“And how can I tell?”

“You can tell because my nipples are hard,” she said. The admission served to make them only harder, and then her cheeks flushed because she knew that Hunter had seen.

“Yes, they’re very hard indeed. I like that. It pleases me. Do you want to please me right now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good. Now tell me about your pussy. Describe how it’s feeling this very instant.” His body was positioned to the side, so she could feel him and vaguely see him out of the corner of her eye. But she wasn’t unnerved or distracted by his eye contact.

“My pussy is wet,” she said. Once again, the act of admittance seemed to make her more excited, and she felt a surge of heat in the entrance between her legs.

Hunter’s hand stroked her neck softly, sending tingles and chills up and down her spine. Suddenly his hand wrapped around her hair and started to pull as he whispered into her ear. “I think you want me to shove my hard cock all the way in the wet pussy of yours. I think you want me to make you come again and again.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

He didn’t puller her hair too hard. Just enough to give her scalp a tingling feeling, and somehow it made the rest of her body feel even more vulnerable to his touch.

“You’d like me to reach inside your bra right now and caress your bare breast, stroke your nipple. Play with it.” His breath was hot against her ear.

The chain rattled as she jerked involuntarily, imagining his hand on her. She closed her eyes, picturing it, hoping he’d take this opportunity to actually do it. “I want you to touch me, Hunter,” she moaned.

She was starting to lose herself. Something about this place, this room, the privacy and intimacy of it. Just the two of them down here—and nobody would ever have to know what had occurred between them.

“That’s right. Say my name. Beg me to do what you want me to do.”

“Please, Hunter. Suck my tits. Fuck me.”

He pulled her hair and the chain squeaked beneath her weight and she swung back and forth slightly. Maybe that’s why he calls this a swing, she thought, distracted momentarily. He yanked her head back again with a quick pull of her hair, and this brought her back to the moment.

“What would you do if I reached into those panties and touched your bare pussy with my fingers?” he asked.

“I’d…I’d like that,” she whispered. Her hips ached for him. She licked her lips.

“Please just touch me a little down there.”

“No. Not yet. Not until you’re completely at my mercy. I’m going to own you today, Kallie.” His voice was low and demanding, promising that he knew it was inevitable. “I’m going to show you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you belong here with me.”

Her whole body convulsed with what felt like a wave of pleasure. It was extraordinary. Kallie hadn’t ever felt anything quite like it. It certainly wasn’t an orgasm, since it didn’t originate down there. And yet, the sensation was very similar.

The biggest difference was, she didn’t feel that sense of completion. In fact, quite the opposite.

Her desperation for completion grew. “I want you to show me, Hunter. I want to know what it’s like.”

“Why do you want me to continue?” he asked her. “I thought you said this life wasn’t for you.”

“I don’t know.” This was the truth. Her willingness to submit to him in this context was shocking. She felt that perhaps he’d been right—that he’d instantly seen in her something that told him she was made for this sort of situation.

“Of course you know why, Kallie,” he reprimanded. “Tell me why you want me to keep going, or I’ll leave you hanging there. And I’ll leave your pussy drenched in juices, crying out for my hand and my cock. But I won’t touch it unless you tell me the truth.”

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Just the truth. Why did you resist this, when deep down it’s exactly what you want most?”

“I’m afraid. I don’t want to be bad. I don’t want to keep secrets.”

He paused for a bit. His hand released her hair and his lips withdrew from her ear. She still felt him near her, his body heat, his eyes upon her. “That’s very good,” he said, finally. “Very honest.”

“I’m trying,” she said.

“There’s nothing bad about what we’re doing here,” he replied. “As long as you’re happy, who gives a shit what the rest of the world thinks?”

She closed her eyes. “I don’t care. I just want you to touch me.”

“I know. But you need to be ready, Kallie. I want you to be so primed that when my fingertip touches the very edge of your panties, you’ll come like I’ve been fucking you for days.”

“I’m ready now, I swear. I’m so ready.”

“You’re getting closer, that’s true. In fact, I think perhaps you’re ready to have that pesky bra taken off.” His hand reached up and unsnapped her bra and it fell away, dropping to the floor. She looked down and watched it fall to her feet. Her breasts were now revealed, her pink nipples hard and aching.

His hand touched the small of her back, where her bra had once been. His fingertips grazed her skin and she jumped forward, gasping.

“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to have that effect on you. I want you to respond just that way.”

She closed her eyes again and tried to focus on her rapid breath. Slow down, she told herself. Don’t let him win with his crazy mind games. Get a hold of yourself.

“What are you thinking, Kallie?” he asked, as if he’d read her thoughts.

“I’m thinking that I need to chill out,” she laughed weakly.

“No, that’s wrong,” he said. His tone grew harsh. “You’re resisting me again.”

“I’m not. I just—“

“You just nothing. Don’t you want to come?”

She took stock of her body. The ache in her wet passage had deepened and now the need was a throbbing, pulsing desire. The soaked panties clinging to her skin was proof of how much she wanted this. “Of course I want to come. But you’re not going to let me, are you?”

He laughed close to her ear. “Without a doubt, I will. When the time is right.”

“When will it be right?”

“The second you stop fighting me, Kallie. The very second you give in completely, I’ll know and I’ll give you what you need.”

Kallie’s head dropped forward as she sighed. Her eyes were still closed. Her shoulders and wrists were starting to ache now. “How long do I have to stay like this?”

“As long as it takes.”

“But we need to meet Red at six.”

“Kallie, you’re going backwards. You were doing so well, and now you’re regressing.”

“I’m tired.”

“Are you
that
tired?”

She licked her lips. Emotionally she was tired. Physically, she didn’t feel so bad—but she was anxious. This push and pull was taking a toll on her psyche. “I’m still scared to let go,” she admitted.

“You just do it,” he told her. “Right now. Give in and trust me completely.

Know that I’ll always keep you safe.”

She focused on his words, on the sound of his voice. What would it be like, she wondered, to completely give in to his demands? What would it be like, for a short time, to simply allow herself to be nothing but a servant to his every desire?

Something about it was deeply frightening, yet also deeply appealing. She could picture herself servicing him in all ways—a concubine at his feet, bringing him to climax with her mouth, her hands, her pussy. She would let him strap her into his devices, and she would allow him to learn her body inside and out, until he could play her like an instrument.

Nobody had ever asked her to do such things, and she’d never thought of whether or not it would appeal to her. She couldn’t deny that the thoughts were turning her on—

she couldn’t deny that being tied to this chain was exciting in and of itself. She also couldn’t deny that she wanted Hunter at any cost.

“Just trust me,” he whispered again. “Give me this time. And when it’s over, you’ll know for sure how you really feel.”

Somehow, his last statement unlocked the door for her, and she was able to walk through it. She felt her body go limp, the muscles loosening, the chain growing taught as she no longer held herself up.

“Yes,” he said, his voice triumphant. “Yes, Kallie. You’ve submitted to me, now. I can see it in the way your body looks, the sweat on your skin, the color in your cheeks, and the smell of your sex.”

He reached his hand down and touched her belly, which contracted slightly beneath his touch. And then he plunged his hand under her panties and touched her quivering entrance. The slit was slick with her juices. He rubbed it, slowly at first, then gathering speed.

“Oh, god,” she moaned. Her legs convulsed beneath her, and the chain bounced up and down.