He kissed her ear. “Maybe I’ll run another set of chains from tiny rings pierced into your labia. They’d go to your waist chain in front, and another set of chains will grace the crack of your ass in back. The chains would be a symbol of my ownership of you. And maybe I’d give you a very sheer, gauzy bit of nothing to wear over top.”
She could imagine such an outfit, could almost see in her mind what she’d look like.
“I would take you to the club, and other men would see you, lust for you, and envy me my slave.”
“Oh, God.”
“Maybe you’d like that. Your cunt just gushed, didn’t it? Answer me.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Would you like me to bring another man to our bed, sweetheart? Would you like to have two sets of hands stroking your flesh, two mouths sucking your nipples, two cocks in your body at the same time?”
Bethany should have been shocked at the very least, or insulted, by the suggestion that he would share her, but she wasn’t. Instead, she thought she might just come from the sound of his voice and the temptations he whispered to her. She was bound, blindfolded, unable to move, and yet she’d never felt so free. How could he do this to her? How had her body needed this, and him, all these years and she’d never really known it?
“Would you like that? Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, Master, I think I’d like that very much.”
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Master. Please let me come.”
“No, sweetheart. Not yet. You can take a little more before you come.” He stepped away from her, and once more, she was left to wait and to wonder.
“Something new.”
Bethany truly didn’t know how many more new things she could take. She wanted to feel Jonathan’s hard, sexy body on her, in her. She needed the heat of his flesh to reach deep into her. She wanted to wrap herself around him and grind her pussy against his groin while he fucked her. She wanted…
A strange buzzing sound scattered her thoughts. The sound drew nearer, and she tilted her head, listening, trying to figure out what it was. Then she felt the heat of Jonathan’s body close to her.
His fingers stroked up and down her slit, the touch of them familiar now, and oh, so welcome. Between her wrist shackles and her ankle shackles, she’d been pretty well immobilized, but she had a bit of flexibility and used it all to tilt her hips toward that fabulous touch, begging without words.
“You’re so wet, we’re not going to need any lube for your pussy, are we?”
Before she could wonder if he wanted her to answer him or not, the buzzing sound came closer. She felt that something new, then, and realized what it was as he moved the vibrator against her pussy.
“God!”
She’d been unprepared for the wild stimulation, not at all ready for the way her arousal spiked and screamed to come, the sensations so truly electric she began to shake as they wove themselves in and around and through her, taking her higher and higher.
“Never experienced this before, I see. God, you’re gorgeous, so hot, so horny, and all by my hand.”
He continued to run the device over her, circling close to her clit but somehow always avoiding it. She heard her own feral cries, feminine sounds of need and greed, and she didn’t care if he punished her for them, she wanted more, she wanted to come so badly.
“One more new thing,” he said, his breath puffing against her pussy, and she couldn’t imagine what one more new thing could be.
Then she felt it, warm, round, against her sopping slit. She felt it move back and forth and from side to side. It pressed against her harder, wiggling between her pussy lips, until it rested at the entrance to her body.
“Don’t come until I tell you. Let’s see how much of this dildo you can take.”
Then he slid the toy into her, his motions smooth, solid. He brought it out, and Bethany thought she’d expire on the spot if she couldn’t come soon.
Jonathan chuckled and seemed to know what she needed, for he began to move the toy in and out, fucking her with it even as he kept the vibrator running back and forth, teasing her clit. Faster and faster he worked both toys, until Bethany began to whimper in earnest. She wouldn’t be able to hold back the flood of rapture much longer.
“Come then, sweetheart.”
Bethany cried out as the first wave of orgasm spilled over her, an eruption so fierce it trembled and shook her entire body. And when Jonathan replaced both toys with his mouth, the ecstasy felt so exciting, so new and so huge, she could only surrender and let it overwhelm her completely.
Chapter 11
Jonathan craved her so deeply it tested the very limits of his control.
“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on when you surrender like this?” He’d taken away the nipple clamps and then the ankle cuffs, and then he released her from the shackles surrounding her wrists. Her response to being freed was to drape herself over him, give him her weight, showing that she trusted him completely.
The thought intruded that she trusted him with her
body
, but he pushed it aside. Thinking about the more philosophical aspects of their dynamic was for another time.
Here I thought I’d mastered my impatience, and yet I want it all, all her trust, all her focus, now.
The rest would come, eventually. He really did need to develop more patience.
Right this minute, however, he needed to be inside her.
“Are you all right, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you?” This had been her first scene, and he’d made it a light one. Still, he knew the quirt had stung. Beth’s pale complexion marked easily. He’d have to remember that. He didn’t mind her having the odd bit of red from his attentions. He didn’t want to bruise her or really hurt her in any way.
“No, you didn’t hurt me.” Beth’s words sounded sated. Even though his cock was so hard it nearly hurt, he smiled.
“Good. Because we’re not done yet, you and I.”
“Good. I need you inside me.” She lifted her head from his shoulder and gave his neck a small lick.
He set her down on the edge of the padded table, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. Beth opened to him, and he sank into the flavor of her, his tongue drinking her in, his soul absorbing her so that she became a necessary, even vital part of him.
He ended the kiss. Rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb, he smiled. He used his hands on her shoulders to ease her down, supine. Spreading her legs, he pulled her closer to him until her wet, warm pussy rested at the very edge of the table and nestled against his cock. He wanted to see the effect he had on her. He loved watching her eyes when he moved inside her. He loved knowing that he pleased her as she had never been pleased in her life.
“Take the blindfold off, baby.”
Jonathan admired her movements as she slowly reached up to do as he asked. Her smile, surely a siren’s smile if ever he’d seen one, told him more than words that his Beth was coming into her feminine powers.
He grabbed a condom from the drawer built into the side of the table. It took only a second to detach the front square in his satin and leather pants so that his cock sprang free. Two seconds more and his hands spread Beth’s legs wider as he impaled her.
“You feel so
good
inside me.” Beth sighed and tilted her hips to receive him better.
He sucked in a breath when she clenched her inner muscles, giving him a long, rippling caress.
“You think I feel good inside you? You’re so hot and wet and tight around my cock, all I want is more,” he pulled out and thrust into her, “and more,” he did it again, “and more.”
“Oh, yes, just like that.” Beth arched into his thrusts. “I love it when you fuck me just like that.”
It took every scrap of willpower he possessed not to race headlong toward his climax. He wanted these erotic sensations to last. Jonathan clenched every muscle in his body in an attempt to hold back the eruption of his orgasm. He thrust into Beth over and over, his pace measured, his strokes deep and strong. When she began to whimper, he knew she was close to her own orgasm.
He reached down and covered her breasts with his hands, his fingers gently squeezing the plump flesh. Her skin felt incredibly soft here, except for the areola and nipples, which pebbled tightly.
“Can you hold it off a little longer? Remember you did when I played with your ass. Controlling your arousal, making it stay high without coming really enhances the experience.”
“God, how can you even think coherently enough to put all those sentences together?”
Jonathan smiled, because he recognized the nearly childlike whine in her voice.
“Practice.”
She placed her hands on top of his then ran them up his arms in one long, sensuous caress. “You’re trembling.”
“You do that to me, sweet.” He slowed the pace of his thrusts, closing his eyes for a moment to better savor the complete pleasure her body gave him.
“I love knowing that I please you.”
Jonathan opened his eyes. Beth’s eyes had gone damp, the emotion in them so potent that, despite being very close to coming, he felt his throat tighten.
There were so many things he needed to say to her. A wave of lust shivered through him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
“You do more than just please me.” He scooped her closer, took one more deep drink from her, from the passion sizzling at the very end of its tether.
“Now, Beth. Come on me now.”
Thought, speech, everything suspended as he thrust into her hard and fast and deep. Lifting her hips, wrapping her legs around him, Beth gave herself to him completely. The convulsive pulsing of her cunt and the tiny cries emerging from her throat helped push him over the edge. Holding himself tight inside her, he rode the eruption of his orgasm, the ecstasy so deep and elemental it wrested control from him and laid him bare to simply feel.
* * * *
Bethany sighed as Jonathan carried her to his bed. She felt about as substantial as a wet noodle and didn’t care one whit that she needed him to cradle her. His heat surrounded her, his scent intoxicated her, and Bethany wanted nothing more at that moment than just to wallow in him.
“Let’s get you under the blankets.” Jonathan’s deep, husky voice sent a shiver through her.
“You, too.”
“Mm, yes, me, too. For a bit. I want to get dinner started.”
“We can make it together.” Bethany had never had the pleasure of working with a man to put a meal together, but she thought she just might like doing so with Jonathan.
“I’d rather you had a nice, long nap, sweetheart,” he said.
He’d laid her on the bed, then got in beside her and pulled the blankets over them both. She wasted no time in snuggling into him and wrapping herself around him. Her head rested on his shoulder, in that special hollow that felt as if it had been designed just for her.
“I don’t usually have afternoon naps.” Bethany chuckled because a yawn had framed her words.
“You don’t usually spend the afternoon tied up, blindfolded, and being fucked, either,” Jonathan said.
He could make the most outrageous statements sound perfectly normal.
“You have a point.” She sighed, because he’d begun running his hands up and down her back in a completely languid and seductive caress. “Maybe I could have a little nap.” Bethany closed her eyes and let herself relax completely in his arms.
“We’ll make lots of meals together, sweetheart.” The sound of his voice echoing through his chest made her smile. She would have a short nap but had every intention of getting up with him to make dinner.
* * * *
Bethany blinked, the lush lassitude refusing to ebb as she awakened, as she lay warm and replete in Jonathan’s bed.
She must have fallen deeply asleep, because she hadn’t felt him leave her, had no recollection of his having cocooned her within the blankets. He’d tucked those covers tight against her back, and as she lay on her side, as she fought to fully surface from the fog of sleep, appreciation for his consideration filled her.
As alertness grew, she realized she must have slept for a fairly long time, for daylight no longer poured through the window. She moved slowly, part of her reluctant to pull herself from the warmth of this particular sanctuary. Still, she wasn’t one to laze in bed when there were things to do. Bethany smiled. There were always things to do, and even though Jonathan may have thwarted her intention to help make dinner, there were other chores she could see to.