The Stand Off (27 page)

Lux felt her clit begin to pulse
as the pain in her right breast mixed with the pleasure he was creating in her
left breast. Just when she was positive that come would shoot out from her
overly stimulated vagina like a bullet, he pulled his head back. He stretched
her nipple away from her body and kissed her covered mouth as he attached the
other clamp. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The pressure began to
disappear as he ran his tongue across the center of her nipple. The pleasure
began to creep through her chest and seep down into her vagina. Just as she
began to relax, he bit the tip and her body jerked in response.

“I’d stay still if I were you;
you have just enough slack to be comfortable. If you pull back too far it’ll
hurt.” He demonstrated as he pulled the chains, wondering why he had warned
her. He’d brought her here to teach her a lesson but now he was having
difficulty.

“It’s like I’m fucking sick. I
want to hurt you; I want to make you pay for what you did to me. I want you to
feel the pain that I feel.” He gently slid his thumbs across her nipples as he
kissed her covered lips. He pulled back to look at her for a moment; she was as
exquisite as she was addicting. “But I can’t do what I need to do. When I see
you, all I want to do is touch you. If I’m too close, then I can smell you, and
I need you. I can feel it deep in my gut, my soul, and my fucking cock; every
part of my body demands you. It’s like you fuckin infected me.”

He undid his pants and pulled his
thick erection out and bumped the head against her belly. He bent, put his arm
under her ass and lifted her up. He held her against his chest as he positioned
the head of his cock at her opening.

“You shouldn’t have done it,” he
said before he thrust half of his cock inside of her. He slid her down his body
to take every inch of his cock inside of her as she went.

She cried out as his ridged
erection impaled her. She arched back, mindless to the pull from the nipple
clamps as his thick cock bombarded her. He pushed as deep as he could as he
pulled her tightly against his chest. She inhaled deeply as she felt her inner
wall begin to clench around him. Holding her ass firmly, he used his other hand
to reach between them and grab her pussy. He pinched her lips for a moment
before sliding his thumb between them to circle her engorged clit.

“
Why
did you do it?” he
growled as he pulled his cock out of her hot canal only to thrust back into her
at rapid speed.

She took a deep breath as he
pulled his erection out again. She clenched her sex when she felt his head tug
at her tight opening. She was trying to prevent him from pulling out when he
slammed back into her. She threw her head back and cried out as she twisted her
hips and ground against him.

“Damn you feel so fucking good;
I’m never letting you go.” He held her tightly, forcing her to take every inch
of his cock as he whispered in her ear, “I’d start war to keep you. I’d fight
until I won… and I always win.”

He slid back out just a bit
before thrusting his cock back into the hilt, forcing a cry from her lips. He
squatted down until she was basically sitting on his lap. He bounced her up and
down a few times before pulling out and slowly sliding back in. He felt her
body tighten and knew by her response that she was close to orgasm. 

She shook her head when he
removed his hand from between her legs. She cried in frustration as she tried
to press her sensitive clit into his body when he shoved his member into her.
She could feel her orgasm spark each time his body slammed against her clit.

Realizing what she was doing,
Dean sped up and drove into her ruthlessly. She was hanging on the edge of her
orgasm, and he was thankful that he was able to ejaculate before she came. He
quickly pulled out of her and stepped back to look at her. Her body was in a
state of confusion, and he grinned when he saw the anger spark across her face.

“I’m not letting you come,” he
said flatly.

“No!” she tried to scream, but
the scarf prevented it.

“This I want to hear,” he grinned
smugly as he pulled the scarf below her mouth.

“You can’t do this.”

“You deceived me; I can do
whatever I want.”

“Then untie my hands, and I will
do it myself!”

Her words were like an invisible
hand to the cock, which promptly swelled in appreciation. He was suddenly
tempted to untie her so she could do just that. The thought of her touching
herself while he watched was too powerful to resist.

Just as he took a step towards
her, his phone rang. He froze in his tracks, staring at her as he grabbed his
phone. It was the delivery; which meant they were probably close, if not
waiting at the door for him. He took a deep, composing breath and thanked his
lucky stars for the interruption.

“I’ll be back.”

“No, you can’t leave! This is
unnecessary cruelty! This is evil, you’re going to hell for this!” she
screeched irrationally. Her body was in a state of altered confusion, as if her
brain could not explain the lack of orgasm to her deprived body.

“I’ve been in hell since I found
those pictures in your dresser,” he said as he pulled the scarf back over her
mouth. He turned and walked away.

His words were like a punch to
her heart. She watched him as he headed towards the door and then left the
room. She wished she could make him see the truth. But how?

Dean rushed to the front door; he
wanted to hurry and get his order so that he could get back to Lux. He opened
the door to see Vicky with her arms filled with brown paper bags. She was
wearing a huge smile and a cupcake costume.

“Hey Dean!” Vicky said cheerfully
as she handed him two of the bags. “Don’t mind the suit. Mom is making gourmet
cupcakes now, so she’s making us wear this for the next week. I packed like a
half dozen cupcakes for you, too. I figured you could try them and spread the
word once you realize how delicious they are.”

“Thanks. Did you get everything
else?” he asked bluntly.

“Everything... plus a little
more.” She grabbed the bottle of wine from one of the bags on the ground to
show Dean before putting it in one of his bags. “Dad said hello and welcome
back.

“Tell him thank you.” He said as
he headed towards the kitchen.

She grabbed the rest of the bags
and followed him as she continued to talk at a rapid pace, “This is one of the
bottles from his latest batch of wine. Some crazy flavor; the ingredient
break-down is on the label. Hopefully, you can figure out what flavor it is
because none of us have been able to. So where is your Fiancée? Can I meet
her?”

“She’s asleep; it was a long
trip.” He sat the bags on the table.

“Damn! I’m dying to meet the
woman who managed to tame one of the Blake boys. I still can’t believe it; I
never thought I’d see the day,” Vicky said as she sat the other large bags on
the table.

“You’ll meet her…eventually.”

“I can’t wait! Here’s a little
gift for her in the meantime,” she said with a huge smile as she reached into
one of the bags and pulled out a present.

“I’ll give it to her,” he replied
as he took the pink wrapped present with the huge pink and white, polka dot bow.

“Tell her I said congratulations
and I can’t wait to meet her. Well, make sure to call us if you need anything
else,” she told him before she left.

He quickly unpacked the groceries
and put everything away before he headed back to the exercise room. He opened
the door and stepped inside to see her hanging like a ragdoll from the chain,
with her head slumped down. He was instantly conflicted as his brain dueled
with his heart. His heart ached at the site of her, but his brain reminded him
of her betrayal. Part of him wanted to pull her down and spend the rest of the
night making up for his brutality. He wanted to kiss every mark he’d inflicted
on her skin. Then there was the other part of him; the part that wanted to make
her suffer like she’d made him suffer.

Despite his inner war, he knew
that she’d had enough for now, and he decided to take her down. With his arm
under her rear-end, he picked her up and unhooked her bound wrists from the
chain. He carefully eased her arms down and looped them around his neck. When
she whimpered, he caressed her arm, and kissed the front of her shoulder.

“I know,” he said soothingly as
he wrapped his arm around her body to hold her close. Her body was achy and
tired, so she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as he left the
room. He knew her legs would be too weak to hold her up, so he carried her upstairs
to the main bedroom.

Once he was in the bedroom, he
headed to the adjoining bathroom. He carried her through the large, elaborately
decorated bathroom and laid her on the earth toned chaise near the oversized
window. He stepped away from her long enough to draw the bath water before
walking back over to sit beside her. Knowing she was too weak to fight him, he
unbuckled her wrists. He untied the scarf from around her mouth and put it on
the small golden stand next to the chaise. He held the side of her face and ran
his thumb across her lips.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Sore,” she whispered.

“I’m giving you a break for the
night but come morning we will resume.”

“Resume the interrogation?”

“Yes.”

“You really don’t believe me?”
She was hurt but part of her understood.

“If I did, you wouldn’t be
bound,” he answered and her frown deepened.

“I would never do something like
that to you,” she protested.

“Don’t forget that I know what
you’re capable of. I know how badly you wanted that building.”

He picked her up and carried her
over to the claw foot bathtub. He eased her into the water and she sighed as
the heat engulfed her. She could feel the hot water begin to loosen her stiff
limbs. He pulled the stool closer to the tub and sat down to face her.

“Not bad enough to risk my own
reputation with fake pictures,” she scoffed.

“How are your arms?” he asked as
he ran his hand down her arm.

“Stiff.”

“How does your ass feel?” he
asked with a smirk as he put his hand in the water to run across her hip.

She looked at him and raised her
brows as she answered, “Fine.”

“It’s not sore?” he asked as he
ran his hand up the inside of her thigh.

“A little.” She leaned back
against the tub as the hot water shifted against her vagina. She spread her
legs a bit when he rubbed the tip of his finger against her sex.

“A little is not enough. I should
paddle your ass while your wet,” he said and pinched her pussy lips. She
clenched her thighs together and he pinched her harder. “Open your legs!”

She hesitated for a second before
she complied. He ran his finger between her lips and across her clit. She
spread her legs wider as he slowly circled the sensitive nub a few times. Just
when she was ready to relax, he pulled his hand out of the water.

“Why do you keep stopping?” she
cried in frustration.

“Because you don’t deserve to
come.”

“Fine; I’ll finish it myself,”
she growled softly and glared at him for a moment before she slid her hand
between her legs.

“Stop,” he warned her, but she
continued.

“No,” she snapped back at him.

“No?” he grabbed her by both
wrists, raised her arms up, and bent them until her hands touched the back of
her neck. He held them there as he ran his free hand across her wet chest. He
lightly slapped the plump underside of her breast, and she sighed as the jolt
vibrated though her nipple. He skimmed his fingers up the side to the taught
tip and began to circle it with his forefinger. She inhaled sharply when he ran
his finger across the center of her nipple and then pushed the nub into her
breast.

“If you tell me no again, I am
going to finger fuck those nips.” He kissed the side of her face lovingly as he
pushed her nipple into her plush breast a few times. When he was done, he
pinched her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. She sucked air in
through her clenched teeth as he increased the pressure and bent to kiss the
very tip. He moved his head to her other breast and sucked her nipple deep into
his mouth. She writhed and arched her back when he trapped it between his teeth
and began to swirl his tongue across the tip.

It felt like sharp bolts of pleasure
shooting from her nipples down to her clit. Her body felt as if it were stuck
in the pre-orgasmic stage, she felt her muscles tighten as it began to slowly
build inside of her. Sucking harder on her nipple, he let go of her other
breast to run his hand down the center of her pussy. He rubbed the inside of
her lip but refused to touch her clit. She tried to move her hips to force his
fingers to brush against her clit. Just as the pleasure intensified, he
stopped. He withdrew his hand from between her legs, let go of her breast, and
sat back to look at her.

She was caught between begging
him to continue or grabbing his hand and forcing him to. Then she saw the smug
look on his face and it infuriated her enough to regain some self-control.