Michele Zurlo (17 page)

After an eternity, she saw a figure at the foot of the bed. She turned her head the slightest bit to better see him. He would allow that small movement because he knew how the sight of him affected her. He hadn’t dressed. That was a good sign. He stroked his cock with one hand. That was a better sign.

Her vaginal walls spasmed in response, sucking at nothing. Suddenly she couldn’t keep her arms still. Without consulting her better sense, she put one hand between her legs and stroked her clit. Perhaps she did crave punishment.

Jonas disappeared from view, and she stopped touching herself. It was never any fun when he wasn’t around. A flush of humiliation washed over her. She hadn’t enjoyed her last punishment. The concept took on a different meaning when they weren’t in a scene.

He lifted her arm above her head and locked a leather cuff around her wrist, and then he repeated the action with her other arm. This bed had been designed for bondage. He threaded the line of a restraint through an eyelet just under the bed and hooked each snap to the D rings on her cuffs. A few adjustments, and her hands were trapped above her head.

Next, he lifted her head and put a leather strip underneath. Then he set her head down and buckled the ends of the strip together. It was a collar, something he’d never made her wear before. She’d once told him she thought such things were demeaning.

This, then, was her punishment.

“Except for hygienic purposes, you’re not allowed to touch that cunt without my permission. It belongs to me, and you will only have pleasure if and when I allow it.”

This was a complete reversal from the man who had encouraged her to masturbate when he wasn’t around. She was rarely successful, so she’d didn’t try very often. But to be forbidden from touching herself…that changed everything. Now she wanted to masturbate, and she was determined to be successful. She yanked on her restraints, but they held firm.

Restless energy zinged through her body. She shifted her legs to try to ease the aching need. His frown set her heart to racing. Damn! She hadn’t meant to move.

This time when he disappeared from her field of vision, she arched her back to see where he’d gone. Not far. He’d set out a whole bunch of toys and tools on the dresser. Because she’d been intent on getting to the bed, she hadn’t noticed them earlier.

He returned with more restraints. These he secured just above her knees. Then he attached lines that ran from them to the naked canopy. Sabrina could see now that the structure wasn’t meant to provide a framework for a pretty covering. It was sturdy, meant to hold significant weight. Jonas checked the lines and the cuffs one last time.

“I know you’re wanting a flogging right now, but you’re not going to get one. Submissives who can’t obey simple orders don’t get what they want.” He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs.

For the longest time, he stared at her body. His eyes, topaz with passion, traced paths up from her feet and down from her hands, always meeting at her core. She whimpered, a small, pleading sound in the back of her throat, and she fervently wished for a gag. If he gagged her, she couldn’t humiliate herself further by begging before he told her to beg.

And somehow, having to do it from this position changed what had been a comfortingly predictable pattern. He’d always made her beg, but not like this. She was bound and helpless, a phallus stuck up her ass that somehow rendered her powerless.

Sabrina closed her eyes and accepted the fact she could do nothing. She moaned when she felt his finger outlining her clit. Though his touch was feather light, it had more impact than if he’d smacked it hard. Her entire body trembled.

“So responsive.” He knelt over her and guided his cock to her entrance. “You were made for this, honey.”

He traced his lips across hers, his tongue probing for an entry that she readily granted. As long as he used her body, she was happy. As he kissed her, he pressed his hips forward. The dildo in her ass made for a tight fit. It was a good thing she was so wet. He rocked deeper, not stopping until he filled her.

It wasn’t a different feeling, just an amplified one. She felt the beginnings of a climax building even though he’d stopped moving.

He drew his thumb across her lips. “You feel fucking wonderful.”

She wanted to touch him, but she’d ruined the opportunity by touching herself when she knew he wouldn’t like it. The frustration built, fueling her climax. She needed him to move inside her. “Please.”

His cock jumped, flexing inside her. “I love it when you beg, my sweet, sweet sub. Very soon, you’ll even mean it.”

She meant it now, but she knew better than to argue or to plead again. He waited until he was satisfied that she’d accepted his pronouncement, and then he withdrew almost completely. She didn’t know if she could survive his absence. Sabrina dragged in a desperate, shaky breath and surrendered to her fate.

He played with her, thrusting deep only to withdraw and hold himself over her body, taunting her with his nearness. By the time he established a pattern, she was half out of her mind and seconds from having an orgasm.

“Please let me come.” Her voice sounded thick and slow in her ears where the noise competed with the steady thrum of her pulse racing out of control.

When he shook his head, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, a result of the strain of holding back the storm. She didn’t know how long she could hold on. Because he’d bound her arms and legs, she couldn’t shift her position to ease the fact that he hit her sweet spot every single time.

It was too much. “Please, Jonas. Please let me come.” She heard it now, what he meant when he said she’d soon be begging in earnest.

“No.” He pumped into her, harder and faster.

“Please!” She shrieked and tried to writhe, but the small amount of leverage she had in her hips only helped his cause. “I can’t—” The words were barely out of her mouth when the climax stole her breath.

She didn’t make a sound, not because she was trying to hide it. There was no disguising the feelings rioting through her system. Her back had arched and the top of her head dug into the pillow. The collar around her neck tightened enough to make its presence known. Every muscle in her body had gone stiff, and she couldn’t have screamed if she’d wanted.

He doubled his efforts, pounding harder and faster against her pussy. The overload brought her back. She writhed back into position to find that she’d moved up a few inches. That gave her more leverage, but not enough to accomplish anything.

The tissues between her legs begged for a reprieve, but she knew it wouldn’t be forthcoming. Jonas was in the mood to torture her. She recognized that he’d set her up for failure. There was no way she was coming out of this unscathed.

She remembered Samantha once telling her that Doms liked to play games like this to prove to their submissives that they have no real control over anything, not even their orgasms.

“Please, please, please.” Though she had no idea what she begged for, she breathed the word over and over, a prayer that went nowhere.

He dragged her up that cliff again, proving beyond anything that he was the master of her body. And when she begged for release, he denied her, only to push her over the side. White patches blotted the edges of her vision, and still he didn’t stop. He slowed down. He sped up. He swiveled his hips. He played with her clit and twisted her nipples.

Tears streamed from her eyes and her throat hurt from screaming words and phrases that made no sense. She lost track of time and space. Counting the orgasms was impossible because the sensations blended together. By the time he came, roaring so loud it echoed from the walls, she had gone numb.

She floated in the space between lucid dreaming and vague awareness of her surroundings. Jonas was nearby. It felt like he’d released the cuffs holding her prisoner, but she couldn’t be sure and she didn’t have the energy to move a muscle to find out.
 

Something cold penetrated the lack of feeling between her legs and a phone rang in the distance. She dimly recognized Ellen’s ringtone for Jonas’s phone.

The next thing she noted was the quiet murmur of Jonas’s voice. He seemed far away, and that roused her from her fugue state. She needed him to be close, preferably lying next to her with his arms around her.

Sitting up slowly didn’t stop the room from spinning. She found a bottle of flavored water on the nightstand. When she reached for it, something fell between her legs. Looking down revealed an ice pack. He’d put ice on her pussy. Even now, she could feel the heat radiating from that abused area. She wasn’t sure she wanted to look. Generally she enjoyed the aftereffects when he left her sore. It made for optimal masturbation conditions. But that was forbidden now.

And she was too sated to muster outrage. She drank the water instead.

The door to the balcony slid open. Jonas tossed his phone onto a padded chair as he came in. “Ellen says she has everything under control, but she won’t give me details.”

Sabrina rose to her feet gingerly. The larger shift of her body made her aware of the plug in her ass. It no longer felt like much of anything. “That worries you, doesn’t it?”

He exhaled a long stream of air and ran his fingers through the short blond curls on his head. “Yes. Whenever Ellen thinks she’s being clever, I get worried. And Ryan won’t answer his phone.”

As she crossed the room, she noticed the way his gaze roamed over her naked body. He couldn’t possibly be hungry for her again, yet it was there in the heat of his possessive stare. A glance at the clock showed they were more than an hour and a half late for lunch with Mistress Hera.

“Maybe he’s minding the kids while she’s at work.” Ryan taught at the same high school as Jonas. He was off for the summer, which meant he had three months to be a stay-at-home father, and he loved every moment of it.

Jonas drew his brows together. “I talked to her on the home phone. I don’t think she intended to answer, but Jake picked up.”

Jake, Ellen and Ryan’s five-year-old, had just learned which button to push to answer the home phone. Since mostly telemarketers used that number, they didn’t bother to curb his enthusiastic shouts of “Hello!” and “All aboard!”

Sabrina ran her finger along the shell of his ear. “Are you deaf now?”

“I remembered to hold the phone far enough away.” He lifted a wayward strand of hair off her shoulder. The careful knot from her shower had come undone. “Are you in the mood for lunch? You haven’t had anything since breakfast.”

“Yeah. Let me get dressed. Did you call Heather to let her know we were running late?”

He pressed his lips together, confirming her suspicion that he wasn’t all that jazzed to spend time with his former acquaintance. “She’ll figure it out.”

Whether or not he wanted to have lunch with Heather was irrelevant. He’d accepted the invitation, and now he was being rude. It wasn’t like him, and it tested the bounds of her patience. “Jonas.”

He shook his head. “Don’t, Sabrina. Not about this.”

She dropped her gaze to the floor. “Does this have to do with Helene?” Every muscle in her face clenched at having to utter his ex-wife’s name, but she managed to force it out.

“No. This has to do with the fact that it’s my honeymoon and I didn’t plan to spend it listening to other people’s problems.”

Someone who didn’t know him would think he was being heartless. Sabrina recognized his aggravation. She ran a soothing hand up his arm. “It’s just lunch. We’ll listen and be supportive, but there’s not much else we can do.” Then something occurred to her. She shook her head. “I didn’t call Lex or Stef.”

“I did. They were both in meetings, whatever the hell that means. I talked to Sam. She’s going to convey the message when they get home tonight.” More frustration, but it wasn’t as vehement. The way she caressed his skin was working.

“You tried. That’s all you can do.”

He shrugged, dismissing the problem. “I’ll dress you. First we need to change your plug. Time for a bigger one.”

She trudged into the bathroom and assumed the position. While she’d been semiconscious, he’d cleaned her juices away, so all he had to do was pop out the old one and insert the new one. The deed was done in a matter of seconds with zero discomfort.

Jonas scrutinized her when she stood up. “I thought you’d need much more stretching than this.”

Sabrina shrugged, a perfect imitation of his. “I gave birth to two children. This is small potatoes by comparison.”

Humor glinted from his eyes, which reflected the multitude of browns and golds in the various bathroom fixtures and finishes. “You know that was your other hole, right?”

“Whatever.” She waved him away, but he caught her hands.

“Let’s try a larger size.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. She settled back down on the countertop and chastised herself for being so blasé. If this hurt, then she deserved it because she’d shot off her mouth. He eased the current one out and tossed it into the sink. Because she was facing the right direction, she saw him grab the largest size. It was wider than his cock. She swallowed all the wrong comments that came to mind. She wanted lunch, not another punishment.

He worked it past that tight ring of muscle she was beginning to suspect wasn’t all that tight, because it didn’t seem to offer much resistance. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely made its presence known. She wouldn’t be sitting comfortably until he took it out.