Legally Bound (14 page)

He squeezed the rubber bulb on the end of the cylinder.
At first it felt like gentle lips, plucking and suckling her nipple. On the
fourth pump however, the pressure began to build. Heat spread throughout her
body as her nipple swelled and extended to the full width of the glass. The
more swollen the tiny rosy bud became, the more her arousal grew. A shudder
rocked through her and her legs turned to water once more.

“God,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders for
stability.

 She couldn’t take much more. The pressure was
too intense. The subtle pain transformed into blissful agony. He compressed the
bulb three more times and her knees buckled. He didn’t give her time to recover
before repeating the same treatment on her opposite breast. Eve’s body shook
with need as he worked his glorious torture. Just from the nipple play she was
on the verge of an orgasm and the night had barely begun. She could only
imagine what other sinful deeds he had planned for the evening.

When both her nipples were throbbing inside their
own glass tubes, Donavan locked eyes with her.

“Now this is when it starts to get intense.”

Her gaze swung to his face.

“Starts to get intense?” she panted. “You’ve got
to be kidding me.”

“Believe me, I’m not,” he told her. “It’s going
to sting a bit but trust me it’ll quickly turn into a good hurt. I promise. On
the count of three take a very slow and deep breath.”

On his three, she gradually sucked in a slow
breath. A click sounded. Biting pain laced through her nipples. Eve gasped and
sank her fingernails into Donavan’s shoulders.

“Easy,” he soothed. “Breathe through it.”

She focused on the calm sound of his voice as he
whispered words of encouragement. Eventually, her breathing slowed and she
realized he was right. The pain only lasted seconds. Now, her entire body
tingled and throbbed.

Curious to what he had done, Eve glanced down.
The suction devices were no longer attached, but her nipples remained taut and
firm, both bound at the bases by two tiny black rubber bands.

So this was how he intended to keep them hard and
yearning for his touch.

“Now watch,” he murmured, lowering his head. His
tongue darted out and grazed one swollen tip. Eve jumped at the heightened
sensitivity but he caught her by the hips before she could pull away and
swirled his velvety tongue in a slow circle. A shudder rippled all the way to
her toes. She was responsive enough to his sensual handling. The last thing she
needed was heightened sensation.

“You expect me to go through the entire night
with these on?” she asked, fighting off a sigh.

“I do, and I’m not finished.”

Not finished? What else could he possibly do to
her to make the evening any more unbearable?

Again, he reached into his endless bag of tricks.
Eve watched him produce another strange item, this time even smaller than the
ones he’d used on her nipples. He held it up in front of her and she noted that
it looked similar to a bobby pin only a tad larger. From it dangled three short
strings of glittery black gems mixed in with a few clear crystals. Now
this
she
had never seen before.

“It’s called Black Beauty,” he told her. “Do you
like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” she admitted, as her breasts
continued to throb. “But I have no idea what it’s for.”

“Then it’s a good thing I do.” He crouched onto
his haunches and grasped her hips, pulling her square to him. Before she could
ask what he was doing, he hooked two fingers inside her panties and tugged them
aside. “Oh, you’re so wet, Eve.”

Heat scalded her face yet the rough edge in his
tone flooded her with a strange sense of pride. It pleased him that she was
dripping and aching and in need of his touch. Did a submissive always feel this
sense of gratification from pleasing their Dominant? The sensation was strange
and potent and addicting. For some reason she wanted to give him more but, how
far was she willing to go in order to please him tonight?

What I wouldn’t give to taste her sweet juices
right now, Donavan thought as he clutched the clit clip in his left hand. He
couldn’t taste her, though. One drop of her glistening honey on his tongue and
he’d be a goner. Already he’d played the mental tennis match in his head
several times, struggling between keeping to his plan or tossing her down on
the bed and fucking her. With a little more time he would have gladly done
both. Unfortunately, the clock was ticking.

“Spread those beautiful legs a little for me,”
Donavan murmured.

“Like this?” she asked in a coy tone that nearly
undid him.

“Exactly. Like. That.” He heard the hunger in his
voice, felt his self-control slipping away.

“Are you sure? I could spread them wider for you.”

Donavan narrowed his eyes. She was playing with
him, trying to rev him up and make him lose control. The little seductress.

“No,” he finally answered, though his voice was
strained. “This is perfect for what I have in store for you.” He slid two
fingers between her swollen pussy lips, each on opposite sides of her slippery
cleft, and relished the quiver of her thighs. So Eve thought she could push him
over the edge, did she? He pressed the pad of his thumb to the hard nub of her
clit and worked it in a slow circle. She stuttered out a moan and Donavan
smirked. Oh, she had no idea who she was dealing with.

He slipped his hand into his front pocket and
withdrew a small tube, all the while still toying with her pussy. He hadn’t
planned on playing dirty tonight but, if she wanted a battle of wills he would
gladly give her one.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you think I’m wet enough?”
she asked breathlessly when he spun off the cap and proceeded to generously
coat his fingers.

“Oh, I think you’re plenty wet. This isn’t lube,
sweetheart.” It was the most potent and longest lasting aphrodisiac he’d ever
come across. Unlike most aphrodisiacs, it wouldn’t have an instant effect. It
would build as the night progressed, stoking a fire inside her that would
eventually escalate into a raging inferno until she found sexual release.

Donavan returned his newly coated fingers to her
slick cleft and began gently massaging in the aphrodisiac. In only a few
seconds, his fingers started to tingle. Soon the concoction would swell the
nerves inside her tender cleft and the mere friction of her panties would seem
unbearable.

When her legs started to shake, Donavan knew the
aphrodisiac was beginning to work. It was time to turn up the heat. He picked
up the clit clip and spread the flexible prongs apart with his thumb.

“Will that hurt?” Eve asked, and he noted the
slight tremor in her voice. Lifting his gaze to hers, he gently shook his head.

“No. It’ll just be a subtle pressure.” Not so
subtle in combination with the aphrodisiac, but it wouldn’t hurt her.

Carefully, slowly, he slid the clip on. He
gradually eased his thumb out from between the prongs and watched it clamp
around her pink cleft.

“Oh God!” Eve’s knees wobbled and her hips gave a
slight arch. “You did say subtle pressure, didn’t you?”

“That might have been an understatement,” he
admitted, unable to take his eyes off the swollen nub of her clit. He could see
it clearly through the curtain of dangling crystals and felt his cock pulse. “You’ll
get used to the pressure. Hmm, maybe not get used to it, but eventually have a
great respect for its results.”

He clenched his jaw against the ache of his
savage hard-on and delicately repositioned her panties. The thin fabric fit
snug over her pussy but the jewels were so small they were barely visible
beneath the lace. They would be noticeable to her, though. With every step,
each time she sat, the slightest bit of movement would cause the crystals to
shift and tease her senses while the pressure on her nipples and clit would
remind her of how she disobeyed him.

Satisfied she wouldn’t dare ignore his orders
again Donavan rose to his full height. Her eyes were shut tightly and her pouty
lips were parted. He glanced down and noted her fingers curled into small
fists. Strangely enough, she was quiet. A little too quiet.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “I swear if you
climax without permission, come Monday morning when you’re supposed to be at
work, you won’t be. You’ll be here getting better acquainted with the laces of
my flog.”

She visibly shivered and opened her eyes. A hint
of mischief twinkled there and had him wondering if she were toying with the
idea of blatantly defying him.

“You can’t keep me here into the work week,
Donavan. I’m sure you have clients in need of your expertise.” Her voice was
soft, a gentle caress soothing to his mind.

“After the win you pulled out on Thursday, I
imagine it’ll take at least a few weeks to draw in any business. That leaves me
plenty of time to take you in hand, Eve.”

“That wasn’t the agreement,” she said firmly,
tugging up the cups of her corset. As soon as the fabric slipped into place her
eyes rolled back. “Oh, you’re an evil man,” she muttered with the hint of a
smile.

That he was. But, not without motive.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” He
returned her smile and gave in to the need to stroke her hair. “How do you
feel?”

“Honestly? Like a sexual time bomb about to blow.”

“You don’t say? Funny, that’s exactly the effect
I was going for.” He clenched his fingers in her hair and tugged her towards
him. His mouth wandered hers gently at first, teasing her lips, barely dodging
her advances as she leaned in. The moment her shoulders sank in defeat he went
in for the kill. Jerking her against him, Eve’s soft whimper vibrated on his
lips. He could feel her pebbled nipples through his shirt and groaned. As
quickly as it began, he severed their kiss and found himself breathless.

Oh, it was going to be a long night for both of
them but worth it in the end.

“Eve,” he said quietly. “Are you on any form of
birth control?”

“The pill,” she whispered back, her eyes still
closed. “Why?”

“Because before the night’s over, I’m going to
know what it’s like to come inside your hot pussy without any type of barrier.”

Eyes still closed, she smiled. “Will you?”

“Oh yes. I’m just giving you fair warning.” Her
smile broadened. “Let’s finish getting you dressed. We don’t want to miss the
gala,” he murmured. “I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be…memorable.”

Chapter
Seven

As they walked from studio seven toward the main
event room, Eve wondered if a person could actually die from a pleasure
overdose. She was drunk with feeling. Her legs didn’t want to obey the commands
sent from her brain and even when they did the short strides she managed only
flooded her body with renewed sensation.

“Donavan.” Eve shuddered and tightened her grip
on his forearm. “We need to stop a minute.”

He paused then guided her off to the side of the
long corridor. Putting her back against the wall, he extended his arms over her
shoulders and trapped her within the heat of his masculine frame. She lifted
her gaze expecting to see a twinkle of triumph in his eyes but found only
sympathy. He frowned down at her then lowered his head next to hers.

“End this, Eve,” he said softly, the gentle
whisper of his breath warming her ear. “All you have to do is utter a few
simple words and I will pin you to this wall and fuck you so hard your throat
will be raw from screaming.”

On his last word, a shudder rocked through her. She
braced her palm against the cool concrete and curled her fingers into the solid
stone. It would be so easy to give into him. God knew she wanted to. However
the words he referred to were not simple. Donavan knew that and so did she. Though
over the last two days they’d found pleasure in each other’s bodies and shared
intimate details of their lives, if she called him, Master, it would open a
door Eve wasn’t sure she was ready to walk through.

“No. I’m fine,” she lied, and flattened her hand
against his chest. “Let’s go.”

Donavan swore under his breath and shook his head.

“I’m beginning to wonder if you aren’t a
masochist.”

She was beginning to wonder the same.

By the time they reached the end of the corridor,
Eve needed to come so badly her legs were wobbling like half-set gelatin.
Donavan shouldered open the door into the main event room and for a brief
instant the sight of her surroundings temporarily distracted her from the fire
under her skin.

Caitlyn’s husband spared no expense when it came
to setting a mood, Eve noted as she swung an awestruck gaze around the enormous
chamber. The theme was unmistakably Grecian. Billowing white sheets strung
across stylish bronzed rods divided the vast space into several sections that
circled a hollow opening Eve assumed was some type of staging area. Hearing a
mixture of low moans, she redirected her eyes toward the source of the sound.
Her breath caught.