Kinky Bet (11 page)

“I’m sorry, they hurt more coming off than going on, but the side benefits make up for it, don’t you think?”

She mumbled a nonsensical reply, as her legs threatened to give way on her. Conal removed the wrist restraints and caught her before she fell to the floor. He carried her across the room to the bed and laid her down, following her and covering her body with his.

“You did good, my beautiful fire girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her eyelids were heavy as she sank back into the soft mattress.

“You’re welcome, but we’re not done yet.”

True. She was the only one to have got off so far, but she wasn’t sure she had the energy to do anything more. “Fine, but can I have a few minutes to recover?” she asked, stifling a yawn.

A twist of her tender nipples woke her up quick smart. “Ow! What was that for?”

“You forget so quickly who is in charge here. Whose body is this?”

“Um…yours, Sir. This body is yours.”

“Exactly,” he said as he slid his fingers inside her. “Close your eyes and just feel…” he whispered, his hot breath mingling with hers.

“Conal… Sir!” she pleaded.

He placed his hand over her lips. “Shh… No talking either.”

She complied with a shudder. Her body shivered as a blast of cool air from an overhead fan floated over her bare legs. She held her breath when he licked a wet line from her neck to her breasts. Reaching behind her, he unfastened her bra, slid it over her arms and threw it across the room. She arched her back and sighed.

“So beautiful…”

“Conal…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You told me not to talk.”

“I’ve changed my mind. Tell me your fantasies. What you makes you wet, what makes you shout and scream and lose control.”

“Oh… I…”

He blew softly on the rosy tip of her breast. She hadn’t thought it could get any more erect, but she had been wrong.

“Do you like that?”

“Ah…”

He repeated his attention on her other nipple and her vagina clenched, dripping with moisture.

“I guess you do,” he murmured, continuing the exploration of her body southwards with his hot breath. She parted her legs and he licked her along the entire length of her folds. She nearly bucked off the bed.

“Careful… I don’t want to restrain you again.” He chuckled.

She almost came again. The memory of her body shackled in place, unable to move and open to him as he used her, was so arousing that she almost exploded on the spot.
Oh God!

He grabbed her wrists one by one and placed them above her head, holding them firmly. “I know you like restraints, my little fire girl, but this time you will restrain yourself. Keep your hands still and don’t move.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now answer my question. What do you want?” he asked, as he dipped his tongue in the hollow below her clit, inhaling deeply before sliding over her sensitive nub.

There was no breath left in her lungs. “Sir…”

“Yes?”

“I want…”

He continued the journey licking and kissing down one leg to a sensitive patch of skin behind her knee. “Yes…?”

She forced herself to breathe, amazed that she remembered how. “I want you, Sir!”

He lifted his head and gazed into her eyes as they opened, and smiled.

“Not so fast, my love. All in good time.”

“Any more good time and I’ll explode.” She sat up and reached for him. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t wait.”

“Yes you can. Keep going.”

Fire ignited in her chest and she trembled as he covered her mouth. He growled as he tugged on her bottom lip, teasing her to open for him, exploring every crevice before thrusting in and out with his clever tongue, leaving her breathless, and in no doubt who was in control here.

They lay back on the bed as the kiss continued. He smoothed his hands over her tender breasts and squeezed gently. He skimmed his palms over her sensitive nipples and she moaned. He answered her with a primitive growl of his own as he ripped open a condom packet and sheathed himself. His cock gently rubbed against her entrance and slipped inside, filling her completely.

Conal moved slowly, in and out, each time filling her more. She clenched around him, keeping him buried deep within her for just a second more each time. The tempo increased and she could have sworn they were both floating above the bed.

“Come again for me, fire girl,” he said through clenched teeth.

Her cries of ecstasy came loud and fast and she came apart in his arms. Wave after wave of sensation poured through her as he followed her to the final thrust.

Some time later she woke up in Conal’s arms as he carried her into the adjoining bathroom. He stood her up in the enormous shower suite where the water was already running and steaming up the room.

“Grab hold of the rings and keep still,” he said.

As her hands circled the metal, Conal positioned the faucet to her body with the warm water. She arched her back and sighed.

“Oh my God, that feels so good.”

A swat across her buttocks stung, surprising the hell out of her. What was that for? Oh crap. She’d forgotten again. “I’m sorry, Sir. I spoke without permission.”

He laughed. “You did indeed. I can see I’m going to spend a lot more time training you, fire girl.”

Her heart leapt. Was he talking about after the weekend? She had to know. “Please, Sir, may I ask a question?”

He slapped her. She turned her head to see him grinning madly. “Hey! What was that for?” He held his hand up, about to strike again. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to say it.”

The smack didn’t come. Instead he leaned in closer to her and kissed her neck. “Your arse is so cute, I couldn’t help myself.”

Ha! As if!
She shivered as he kissed her with his talented mouth, moving in a trail down to her shoulder.

“What was it you wanted to ask me?”

What the hell, like she’d said from the start, in for a penny, in for a pound. “When you said you need to spend more time training me, did you mean tonight or were you talking about after the weekend?”

“Let go of the rings.”

Slowly she unfurled her fingers as her hands slid down the wall.

He turned her around to face him.

“I see something special in you, fire girl, and I’d like to explore it further. What we’ve done this weekend has barely scratched the surface of what a real D/s relationship should be. I’d like you to think about that.”

He tilted her chin and moved so close that she could taste his breath on her lips. Just where was he going with this?

“So, and this is just a hypothetical at this stage, if I was to agree, what would be the next step?”

His brown eyes sparkled as he grinned at her. “If you agree, that would be entirely up to me, don’t you think?” He leant forward and kissed her again. This one surprised her in its tenderness. Her heart melted after he pulled away and winked. “I do believe you will agree, fire girl.”

She smiled back at him. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

He turned the tables on her again, flipping her around, pressing her face and chest against the wall. The water cooled rapidly against their skin, but she didn’t notice as he threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her head back. “You are mine. Get used to it.”

She smiled as smoothed on a sheath and entered her, filling her completely.

“Whatever you say, Master.”

They moved together, the pleasure building higher as Conal drew her tightly against his body and used his powerful hips to bring her to another amazing climax.

He kissed her neck as he followed her a few minutes later.

“Just one more thing, fire girl.”

“You know you only have to ask. I would do anything for you, Master.”

“No more bets.”

Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:

The Master’s Prize

Maggie Nash

Excerpt

Chapter One

“Okay ladies and gents, we only have one hour left for you to claim your kiss with our sexy newsreader Elise Blake. Be the first person here with five thousand dollars and you get to smooch with the siren herself live on radio.”

Mitchell Collins leaned forward and turned the volume up. Did he just hear right? The woman whose voice he’d been lusting after for the past month was finally being offered to him on a platter? No way was he going to pass up this opportunity.

“Charlie, make a detour to Bondi will you. I want to pay Wolf Radio a visit.”

Charlie knew better than to make a comment, but Mitch saw the smirk as he flicked on the indicator to change lanes and make the drive across town. Charlie may smirk, but the cat-and-mouse game Ms. Blake had played with Mitchell over the last few weeks had been a bone of contention between the both of them, especially since she seemed to be winning at the moment. Charlie thought it was so hilarious that she’d declined all Mitchell’s invitations, seemed to know where he was going to turn up
and
managed to leave every time just minutes before his arrival.

He’d studied her bio, including her photo, many times since the first time he’d noticed her at the Club Fetish training night four weeks ago. Although she’d worn a mask, the sensual energy evident in her eyes as she’d watched the training session from the observation deck was explosive. Her body language screamed intense arousal, and his dick had stiffened painfully just watching her short little breaths and the way her fists opened and closed in response to the sex play she was observing from a distance. When her nipples beaded tightly under her shirt, he nearly lost it right there and then.

Fuck, she’d made him hot, and he couldn’t even see her face. He’d decided there and then that he would be the one to train her, and by God, he hoped she was a sub because he sure as hell wanted to dominate and care for that luscious body. The rules of the club forbade him from approaching her while she was an observer, so he’d planned to meet up with her in the bar after the session. New members, and those who came to observe usually had many, many questions, and he had been looking forward to answering them all for her in great detail. However, by the time he’d finished checking on the couple in training and given them instructions for their next session, she was gone. It had taken him a few weeks to find out her name, and that was only after some serious bribing of the office manager at the club.

He hadn’t heard her speak at the club, but since finding out who she was, he listened to her radio show every chance he got. He felt like a lovesick schoolboy with a major crush, not a successful businessman, or a master dominant. What the fuck was happening to him?

Getting to talk to her in person, however, was proving to be impossible, or so he’d come to believe after all the efforts he’d made. So why was she suddenly making herself available to all and sundry?

Who cared at this point? He hated to lose, and now it looked like victory was in his sights. She couldn’t outwit him on a national radio program, could she? Not when he was a major advertiser with the pull of money behind him. Although it hadn’t helped him meet her so far…but now he had her in the crosshairs, he couldn’t wait to pull the trigger.

She
would
be his.

* * * *

Elise Blake stormed into the studio, her blonde ponytail flying from one side of her head to the other as she slammed the door. “Shit, Davo, what the hell were you thinking? You have
no
right to do this without my permission.”

Davo Dunne, the current latest craze in shock jocks, smiled up at her, his finger over his lip indicating he was still on air. He counted with his fingers, one, two, three, then pressed the button for the commercial and pulled off his earpiece. “What’s your problem, gorgeous? It’s for a good cause. You wouldn’t want to deprive the sick kiddies of some good money, would you?”

“That’s not the point…”

“Besides, the program manager approved it, so you don’t have a choice.”

“He what? He can’t do that! Nothing in my contract says I have to
kiss
anyone. No way. I’m not doing it. It could be anyone, I might catch a disease or something.”

“I think it comes under promotional appearances in your contract, kiddo, so suck it up and enjoy. You never know, some gorgeous hunk might pay the cash. Hey, I might even do it myself.”

Elise laughed now. “Ha! You wish, lover boy. How many women would that make for the week? Five? Ten?”

Davo crossed his hands over his heart dramatically. “Oh, I’m so wounded now, girl. I’ll have you know it’s only been two girls so far this week.”

“It’s only Wednesday.”

He laughed as he replaced his earpiece. “Good point. Oh, sweet cheeks, I have to go back on air. You better stick around, there’s only thirty minutes left.”

Elise slumped in the chair usually reserved for on air guests and picked up the phone. “Jim, you’d better bring my news copy in here, I’ll be reading the next bulletin from Davo’s studio
.
Thanks,
mate
.
” As she put down the phone, it rang again. “Davo’s Dump, how can I help you?”

“Elise, is that you?”

“Oh hi, Melanie. What’s up?”

“Elise, we have this man in the foyer who wants to donate the money for the…um…kiss. Should I bring him up?”

Elise placed her hand over the mouthpiece and wrote a note for Davo, who was berating some person on air for their atrocious taste in sporting teams. Seeing the note, he cut the poor listener off and announced the news. “Hoo wee, ladies and gents, we have a winner. A donation is making its way up to the studio as we speak to claim his kiss with the sexy Miss Elise Blake. Stay tuned for this momentous occasion. We’ll be back with the tongue action after these few words from our ever-popular sponsors. Don’t move.”

Throwing off his earpiece again, he raced out into the corridor to meet the elevator. As the doors opened he stopped in his tracks then moved forward laughing. “Mitch Collins! Bloody great to see you, mate. How’ve you been?”