Passion in Restraints (7 page)

He chuckled. The sound of it placed him by the cabinet again.

“Not yet. I’m glad to see my punishment is working.”

“You have no idea.”

“I think I do. I seem to recall you put me through hell last night. You know what they say, paybacks are a bitch.”

His voice travelled as he spoke. By the time he had finished, he’d returned to standing in front of her. Her heart thumped fast as she wondered what he’d do next to arouse her.

He lifted one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.

An electrified thrill raced from it and went straight south to her vagina.

“These are exquisite.”

He let go of her aching bud, then something cold and hard squeezed it. A hint of pain lay underneath the pleasure growing within her. Her pussy spasmed.

“Oh, God,” she said.

He tugged on her other nipple before he placed a similar object on it. “These are clamps connected by a small chain. I want to make sure they keep these pretty girls perky.”

She bit her lip and whimpered. She raced towards her orgasm again, but needed him to fill her.

He tugged on the chain. “How are you doing now?”

Her yearning for him blazed. “I think you know how I’m doing.”

“Mm…” He placed his hand between her legs. “I’d like you to tell me.”

He tweaked her clit and a jolt of pure need shot through her. She would’ve fallen to her knees if the chains weren’t holding her up.

“I’m ready to come. Can you fuck me, please?”

He stroked her nub. “I don’t know.”

The anticipation mounted with each abrasive touch. She was on fire and wanted to let herself go. Let her climax pulse and sedate her. “Please.”

Then he stopped and removed his digits. “I don’t think you’ve been punished enough for teasing me.”

Gwen tightened her fists and pulled on the padded cuffs. Her frustration couldn’t be measured. If she were unbound, she would have pushed him into the chair and ridden him hard.

“You’re lucky I’m chained up,” she said.

He laughed. “Or what?”

From the sound of his voice, she placed him by the cabinet again.

“I’d have my way with you. I’d get what I want.”

“Eager to have my dick inside you?” he asked, moving closer. At the same time, something scraped on the floor. The noise drew nearer as if it were in front of her.

“You know I am.”

The sound stopped.

He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her ear from behind. “Good. But I still have to discipline you.”

He smoothed his hand up her torso. When he tugged on the chain, her nipples sent a heated signal to her pussy. It moistened and fluid spilled on her thighs as she squeezed them together. Fuck, she wanted to release her orgasm.

“I need you, Mark. Fuck me.”

“Not yet. I have to spank you first. Spread your legs.”

Gwen’s heartbeat accelerated as she did what he’d asked. She wished she could see his cock to know if he were enjoying himself. Then she realised not being able to view his member was a form of punishment.
Damn him.

The first hit on her ass surprised her since he’d used a paddle instead of his hand. A gasp flew out of her. Sharp tingles danced over the flesh of her buttock. He smacked her again and she tensed.

“Your ass is incredible. So fucking beautiful.”

He spanked her again. “I want you to start counting for me. If it’s too much, use your safe word.”

She nodded, then he slapped her other cheek. “Four.”

Her rear burned and the heat flowing towards her apex was making her wetter. He struck her again.

“Five.”

A touch of pain emanated from the blows but the pleasure racing to her vagina was like nothing she’d experienced before.

Smack.

“Six.”

He slid his hand between her legs. “Oh, yes. Perfect.”

Her knees weakened from his touch. She yearned for him to enter her and make her walls pulse with life.

He hit her again and her hankering for him brought her close to that orgasm she craved.

“Seven. Please. I need you,” she said.

He struck her other buttock. Raw desire seared her insides. She didn’t think she could wait much longer.

“Eight. Please, Mark.”

He forced the paddle to her ass again. A single spasm erupted within her.

“Nine. Mark, I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

“Hold it, Gwen.”

She pulled on her restraints and balled her hands. The tension in her body seemed too unreal and she wanted to let it go. She needed her fucking orgasm.

The last slap on her ass made her scream. “Ten.”

Her butt pulsed with white hot fire. The beats vibrated to her pussy, teasing her worse than any toy vibrator. Every nerve and muscle was electrified. Her body begged her to release the mighty O. Somehow she held it. But she couldn’t for long.

“Mark, please, please…”

“Be patient.”

The sound of his voice sounded a few feet away from her. She bit her lip and wondered what he had planned to do next. God, she hoped that he fucked her soon. She needed him badly. She yearned for relief.

“Be still,” he said, then touched her ass.

She tensed briefly. As he smoothed something soft and cool over her buttocks, she began to relax and lean into his delicate caress.

“That feels good,” she said.

“This should help.” He stopped rubbing her backside, then unbound one of her wrists. “The sawhorse is two feet away. I’m going to help you to it.”

The padded sawhorse she’d seen when she’d walked into the room. He’d moved it in front of her earlier. Now she understood what the scraping sounds had been from.

Her heart thumped out of control as she waited for her other wrist to be free. The moment he released it, he took her hand, and guided her forward. She walked three steps before she found the bench.

“Lean forward over the sawhorse,” he said, and she obeyed.

Mark pressed his body to her backside, bringing her over the sawhorse. His erection touched her sensitive ass, rousing her desire tenfold. He parted her legs with his as he reached around to her breasts. He unfastened the clamps on her nipples, then in one thrust he rammed his thick member inside her.

“Fuck, Gwen. You’re on fire.”

The release of pressure from the points of her breasts brought her to a higher level of yearning. She was on the edge of coming as she leaned over the cushioned bench. He pounded into her with a fierce need. She understood it well since her own was intense. He drove deep and slid inside her canal as if he were slipping into warm butter. She loved the fulfilment and friction so much she thought she’d go insane with lust. Each time he hit her favourite spot, she vocalized her contentment. Consumed with passion, she couldn’t hold her climax any longer. Her orgasm came with incredible gripping strength and she screamed.

“Yes. Fuck me, that’s good,” he said, gripping her hips as he pumped into her.

Her walls contracted again and again. Each spasm sent a tranquil wave through her. Leaning over the seahorse, the tension claiming her body slowly lessened.
What a fucking amazing release.

Mark acquired his orgasm in little time. The sledgehammer against her inner walls kept her own pulse alive. It was as if they were feeding off each other’s energy.

“Now that was fucking amazing,” he said.

She chuckled silently since she’d thought the same thing.

Gwen pressed her elbows on the bench, propping her body up slightly. “I never knew spanking could have such an effect.”

“If you think the paddle was intense, I should use a flogger with tresses.”

She twisted over her shoulder. Although she couldn’t see past the mask on her eyes, she imagined he had quite the content expression on his face.

“I did agree to play by your rules tonight,” she said.

He slid one of his hands to her front. “Yes, and I think you are still a naughty woman in need of discipline.”

He slid his digits into her pussy and pinched her clit. The strings of desire started playing within her body again.

“Punish me. I’ve been very bad.”

He planted kisses on her shoulder. “How can I refuse?”

She grinned widely and took in an exhilarating breath. Mark was without any doubt a lover she would never forget. Her body would ache in the morning and she’d probably have trouble walking, but the time spent with him had proven to be an incredible experience. She’d later supply all the details in her journal so she could revisit the memories of her Amsterdam visit.

For now, she’d enjoy her punishment.

Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:

Diary of a Free Woman: Passion at the Opera

Diane Thorne

Excerpt

Chapter One

Gwenevere stood across the street from the Vienna State Opera House with her eyes wide and jaw lowered. She stared at the incredible architecture. The tall concrete structure had large arches on two levels. On the second floor, bronze statues stood in the centre of the five open curves. A huge figurine of a horse and rider occupied the front corners at the very top. The green roof stood out above the concrete. Gigantic water fountains took up space on the sides. The entire edifice looked well preserved and rich in history. Famous, world-renowned composers and singers had once shared their talents within its walls. Gwen couldn’t wait to see a performance in the grand building.

Gripping the handle of her purse, she waited for the traffic light to change. It finally did and the vehicles halted. She strode across the street with the heels of her shoes clacking on the pavement. She’d dressed in a knee-length dark skirt decorated with baby blue flowers. The colour of the floral design matched her short-sleeved button down blouse. Since her top was sheer, she’d worn a white camisole underneath. A slight breeze cooled her heated flesh. After spending most of the day exploring Vienna, she was ready for a long bath and a relaxing evening in her hotel where she could prop her feet up. First, she needed to check for tickets to tomorrow’s show. She hopped onto the sidewalk and headed for the Opera House.

The strain on her eyes from the bright sun lessened once she’d passed under one of the tall archways. She crossed a small delivery lane in front of the entrance and continued towards the open doors.

After a few steps inside the building, Gwen came to an immediate stop. She gasped quietly and covered her mouth. She stood on marble floors. Exquisite artwork covered the walls and tall ceilings. Ornate paintings and sculptures surrounded her, even looked down at her. A wide staircase ascended farther ahead. Gwen suspected it led to the auditorium—or heaven. A chill ran through her as she marvelled at every elaborate detail throughout the House. How could someone create such beauty so high above her head? How could all of it survive through time? What an incredible sight.

She lowered her hand and headed for the hall on her left. Visitors roamed and studied the surroundings. The
clack clack
of her shoes on the hard floor echoed in the hall of the grand building. Gwen slowly approached the gift shop. A man and woman, dressed in similar shirts, stood behind the counters. The man was busy conversing with a couple while the woman appeared to be doing nothing as she sat on a stool near the register.

“Where’s the ticket office?” Gwen asked.

The employee lifted her arm and pointed at the exit. “Down hall. To the right.” She had a thick accent.

Gwen smiled. “Thank you.”

She left the shop and proceeded back down the hall. Two men dressed in expensive suits stood chatting to one side. The younger looking one had short black hair while the other appeared older with longer brown and grey wavy locks. He had a trimmed beard and brilliant blue eyes, which gave him a sexy and sophisticated appearance. Smiling, Gwen passed them. Two steps later, she spotted barred glass windows with signs. Only one of the booths appeared open with a female worker visible behind the transparent barrier.

Gwen stopped. “Hi. I’m here to pick up my ticket for tomorrow night’s show.”

The attendant flicked a button on the counter then leant forward towards a microphone. “Your name?” The round silver speaker in the centre of the barrier magnified her voice.

“Gwenevere Stratten.” She stared at the young woman who typed on the keyboard and faced a computer screen. The lady had dirty blonde hair pinned back in a ponytail. A book lay open in front of her. Gwen couldn’t see much of anything else beyond the glass.

“I don’t show that name in our system.”

“Are you sure? I placed my order a few weeks ago.”

Blondie shook her head. “Nothing under that name. Do you have your receipt number?”

Gwen bit her lip as she recalled placing the order. She’d filled out an order form on her laptop from her hotel in London. Phillip had arrived and distracted her. She’d thought she’d finished the purchase, but she’d never received a confirmation e-mail.

“I don’t have a receipt number. I didn’t get a response when I placed my order.”

The attendant frowned. “If you don’t have a receipt number, I can’t help you.”

“Are there any tickets left?”

“Sold out. Nothing available.”

“Seriously?” Gwen said louder than she’d intended.

“I’m sorry. We have tickets for next week’s show.”

“I’m only here a few days. Are you certain there’s not one anywhere?”

“We’re sold out.”

Gwen stared at the woman and resisted the urge to spit out a curse word. Now she really wished she’d taken a few minutes to confirm she’d placed her order. She was certain she’d completed the transaction. There had to be some record of it in the database. Maybe someone higher up could help her.

“Is there a manager I can speak with? I filled out the form online to buy a ticket. There has to be a record of my purchase.”

“Sorry.”

“I came a long way and I may never get another chance to visit the Opera House.”

Blondie moved her hand to the switch for the microphone. “There is nothing I can do.”

“Please, can you call your manager to speak with me?” Gwen asked in an elevated tone.