Micah's Calling (18 page)

The light shone off her naked legs, long and lean. He loved
her legs. He loved running his hands over them, loved feeling them wrapped
around his body as he took her with his.

As he slowly stood back up, he dragged his hands up the
outside of her thighs, over the gentle curves of her hips, and under her
blouse. Dutifully, she lifted her arms over her head and let him easily remove
it.

Sam wore no undergarments, just as he had requested, and her
pale pink nipples – almost invisible against her porcelain skin, puckered
instantly, the candlelight flickering over her breasts and casting captivating
shadows on her skin.

Without hesitation, Micah grabbed the back of his shirt and
pulled it forward over his head before tossing it on the nearby couch. He was
eager to feel her skin against his. In one sure, solid movement, he had her in
one arm while the other grabbed one of her legs and lifted. She hopped up and
locked her legs around his waist, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest,
her lips open against his in a breathless caress.

"I'm giving you a safe word," he said.

"I didn't think you were going to hurt me." Her
eyes sizzled with a mix of arousal and fear.

"I don't plan to." He carried her to the large bed
with the wrought iron frame. "But I don't want to take any chances. I want
to make sure I don't hurt you, because I want this to be about pleasure, not
pain."

"Okay."

He climbed onto the bed with her still wrapped around him
and set her on top of the satin comforter before sitting back on his heels
between her legs to feast his gaze on her glorious flesh.

"Mmm, you're beautiful." He pushed his palms up
her torso and over her breasts before pulling them back down her body.

To her credit, she reached up and took hold of one of the
iron rails of the headboard.

"Jesus." Shit, she was sexy splayed out for him,
falling into the character of being bound and helpless.

She undulated over the comforter, shifting her body and
tightening her grip on the headboard. "Do you like, Mr. Black?"

"Very much, Mrs. Black."

She tilted her head and arched one eyebrow at him.

"Very well, Miss
Garrett.
Yes, I like."

He got up off the bed, still wearing his black, nylon
sweats. "Turn over for me, Miss Garrett."

"What?"

"You heard me. Turn over like a good girl." He
smiled over his shoulder at her, grabbing a pair of leather cuffs connected by
a short chain from a shelf. He unhooked them from one another.

By the time he returned to the bed, she was on her stomach,
her perfect ass beckoning for him to smack it.

"Get up on you knees for me. And grab the headboard
again."

He eased up behind her, pressing his chest into the back of
her shoulders while his erection pushed against his sweats and bumped against
the soft curves of her ass.

"What are you going to do to me, Mr. Black?" She
looked over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with innocence.

"I'm going to tie you to this headboard, Miss Garret,
that's what I'm going to do."

"Why would you do something like that?" She arched
her back and swayed her hips side-to-side against his groin.

Little minx. Damn, she knew how to rile him up. Oh, but he
would get her back. She didn't know who she was messing with. He was Micah,
master of the mindfuck. He would have to play with her a little. Just to
enhance her reaction, of course. Nothing harmful or too traumatic.

He secured the leather cuffs around her wrists, slid the
hook and chain through a loop in the headboard, then attached the hook to the
other cuff. She pulled and the metal clanked and rattled, but she couldn't pull
free.

The grin on his face had to be pure satisfaction as she
glanced back at him again.

"Is this all?" she said, challenging him.
"You're just going to tie me to the bed?"

His grin widened. "Oh no, that's not all." He
reached down and picked up a pair of clothespins. "Remember that safe word
I mentioned?"

She frowned at the clothespins. "Yes?"

"It's
stop.
Your safe word is
stop.
Repeat it."

"Stop." Her gaze turned wary.

He had every intention of going easy on her being it was
their first play session, but he had a feeling a little bit of pain would
excite her.

"Trust me?"

She paused and looked back the clothespins. "What are
you going to do with those?"

"Nothing you don't want me to do. Now, do you trust
me?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Will you use the safe word if you have to?"

She paused then nodded. "Yes."

"Okay. If you use your safe word, I will stop
immediately and the scene will end."

She bit her lip. "Completely end?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't want it to completely end and simply
just want you stop what you're doing?"

"Then say 'too much.' If you say that, I'll know that
what I'm doing is uncomfortable, but won't stop the whole scene, just what I'm
doing at that moment. Deal?"

She nodded. "Okay."

He kissed the back of her shoulder. "Okay."

Crowding her, he reached around and tweaked her left nipple
between his thumb and fingers until it formed a tight peak. She breathed
heavily, getting an idea of what he was about to do with the clothespin.

"Ssshhh. Just relax," he said, swirling his palm
over her raised nipple.

"This is going to hurt, isn't it?"

"It'll pinch, yes. But it'll be okay. Just
breathe." He pressed the clothespin open and held it over her nipple while
she held her breath and tensed.

Slowly, he closed the clamp over her nipple.

"Ouch! Oh my God!" She flinched and strained
against the headboard. "That hurts!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

She hissed and rocked back against him as if she could get
away from the stinging pain.

After a moment, she shook her head. "No. Don't
stop."

He repeated the process on her right nipple with the same
results as she cried out from the pinch of the clamp.

The way she cavorted and yanked against her bindings excited
Micah. He loved watching her lithe, limber body twist and squirm. She was
exceptionally flexible, anyway, and to see all that flexibility bend her was
like watching moving art. Sam was built for fluidity and motion, to be watched,
which was one reason why she had been the star performer at the Black Garter in
her dancing days.

But now she only danced for him. His own private, exotic
dancer.

His hands shot around her and down her stomach to her inner
thighs and she stilled. For all their discomfort, the bite of pain created by
the clothespins turned her on. He could see it in her mind. And with his hands
massaging up and down so near the juncture of her legs as he ground against her
backside, Sam was soon moaning and rotating her hips involuntarily.

"Micah…" She laid her head back on his shoulder,
exposing the graceful arch of her neck to his eager fangs.

Yes, he wanted to taste her tonight. He hadn't taken her
blood since last week. But first…he let go of her and quickly backed away so
that she nearly fell backward from his abrupt departure.

"Where are you going? Why did you stop?"

"Quiet." Micah wouldn't dom her, but he could play
act a little. And right now, he wanted to show her how good it could be.

With a blindfold in his hand, he returned to the bed and
gently placed it over her eyes and secured it in place.

"Is that comfortable, baby?"

She leaned into his hand. "Yes."

"Good."

Time to play. He returned to his bureau of toys and pulled
out a violet wand and one of his Hitachi Magic Wands. Oh, she would love this.
The idea of what he was about to do made him smile.

"You like pain, love?"

"I didn't say that." She sounded nervous with her
sense of sight effectively shut off.

"But I can see it in your mind." He zapped a piece
of leather wrapped around a block of wood with the violet wand.

The electric crackle of sound made Sam jump.

"No, wait. You're not really going to…?"

"Just try it." He lowered his voice seductively.
"For me." He circled her on the bed, watching her strain and turn her
head in the direction of his voice. "You know what this is, don't
you?" He licked the tip of the violet wand on the leather again.

"Yes."

He had used such a device on Trace the other night, and she
had seen what it had done to him.

"What if I don't want you to use that on me?"

"Use your safe word." Micah spoke
matter-of-factly.

"I don't want to use my safe word."

He zapped the leather one last time before setting the
violet wand aside and picking up the Hitachi Magic Wand. She was too scared to
know he would never use the violet wand on her while he was on the bed with her
or touching her. If he did, he could be shocked, too.

She tensed up and panted as he drew up behind her.

"It's okay. It will only sting a moment," he said.
"Are you ready?" He wrapped his left arm around her waist and held
the vibrator away from her but in the front.

Her breath came in sharp bursts through her nose and every
muscle in her body tightened before she nodded stiffly. Damn, she was ready to
let him go forward with pain. Was she in for a surprise!

* * *

Sam was helpless. Her hands were cuffed and tied to the bed
frame, and she had the most incredible sensations shooting through her nipples.
A cross between pain and pleasure. And now Micah was going to zap her with one
of the electrical wand things he had used on Trace.

She remembered how tortured Trace had been from the pain the
other night. So much so, in fact, that he had used his safe word, something Sam
found out later Trace had rarely done before.

God, was she crazy? Was she really going to let Micah do
this to her?

She had to try. She didn't want to deny this to him, and she
trusted him, right? If she didn't like it, she would tell him she didn't want
to do it again, but she could endure it just once.

Suddenly, Micah's entire body grasped her hard and the tip
of the wand came down on her, right between the legs.

She screamed, just like in the movies, terror gripping her.

"It hurts! Micah!"

But it didn't hurt. Not really. Sam quieted and frowned
behind the soft blindfold. Pulsing vibrations stimulated her core, deep and all
the way through her vagina, not just her clit.

Realization dawned on her as fiery heat swarmed within her
core. He had mindfucked her. He had only wanted her to
think
he was
using the electric thingy on her, when in fact he had replaced it with a
vibrator.

"Yes." He confirmed what she had just deduced,
following the syllable with a deep purr as he licked the back of her neck.
"But you're a wonderful screamer. So sexy."

"Asshole." But no malice backed up her insult.
"You tricked me."

"Mm-hm." He massaged the vibrator head up down her
clit and then down deep between her legs.

She gave in to his persuasions with the vibrator, pressing
her hips forward and moaning as she felt him shift behind her and heard the
rustling sound of fabric. And then the head of his cock nudged between her legs
as he forced her legs open with his knees. With his free hand, he slicked the
velvety smooth head up and down her slick opening then abruptly drove inside
her.

They both gasped harshly.

Between his cock inside her and the vibrator pressed against
her clit, and with the added pain licking through her nipples, Sam was already
near orgasm.

And from the sound of it, so was Micah.

"Come for me, baby. Don't make me wait." His hips
thrust forward in deep, hastened strokes and Sam had a feeling the building
orgasm quickening within her would just about unravel her. She'd never felt
anything like this.

"Neither have I." Micah practically groaned the
words out as he stepped up his pace. "I'm already so close, baby."

The sparks of pain in her nipples. The vibrator. Micah's
guttural moans and arousing purrs. His strong body behind her. His thick cock
working with the vibrator to stimulate her vagina.

"Oh fuck!" The build was unreal. The rising
crescendo of pleasure almost supernatural. "Micah! Oh God! Micah!"

She pulled against her restraints, wanting to touch him, desperate
for him and almost afraid of how powerfully she was about to come.

"I've got you, baby."

And just as she was on the verge of coming, he pulled away
the vibrator, reached up with both hands, removed the clothespins from her
nipples, and clamped his hands over both breasts, pulling and kneading.

"Aaaaauuuuhhhh!" Fire shot through her nipples and
mainlined to her core as the most unbelievable orgasm she'd ever had shattered
her soul.

Micah came the moment she did, slamming into her and crying
out, filling her with liquid heat that made her insides feel even more like
molten lava.

Releasing one of her breasts, he reached up and removed the
blindfold then unhooked the cuffs. They collapsed face-first onto the bed, his
hips still surging against her backside, his stomach tightening with each
contraction of his cock.

"Jesus!" Sam breathed out the exclamation, in awe
that she could come that hard. Her body still shivered spasmodically, and the
pain in her nipples still radiated throughout her breasts.

Suddenly, Micah bit into her shoulder. Euphoria from his
venom loosened her body and the room swam wondrously until she came again with
him still inside her.

* * *

Micah hugged himself to Sam's body as he fed. He didn't take
all that he wanted, because he knew after what they had just done, she would
already be exhausted. She would need her blood to recover. All-too-soon, he
released her shoulder and watched the bite mark heal from the tiny dose of
venom he had injected.