Three of Diamonds (Hamden Series) (22 page)

The softness was gone and was replaced with a deep sweep of Wes’ slicked finger dipping between her cheeks. The contact startled her, but she immediately felt THAT touch everywhere. He repeated it, a number of times, each time, going closer to her forbidden zone.

“Uh…” But before she could finish, he withdrew.

The constant touches then nothing was maddening and she so wanted to beg for mercy asking for the ultimate contact, but she found herself enjoying his surprises. Never before would she have thought she would truly want such an experience, but this was beyond any sort of sexual experience she had ever had. She wanted him, she wanted his touch, she wanted his attention, she wanted it everywhere. Then the sting to her backside happened. He slapped her. The irritation swept across her skin, but rather than register as pain, it registered as something different…something…she wanted…again. Without any preemption or instructions, she found herself asking aloud. “Again! Please spank me again.” Just when she though he wouldn’t, there was a sting on her other cheek. “Oh, God! Again. Again, please! Again, sir!” Soon the time between slaps were dwarfed to the point it was one after another, he alternated cheeks. Finally, slapping her the hardest of all, enough to make her yelp. But as soon as the sound escaped her mouth, sudden coldness was draped over her stinging backside.

“Aghhhh…” she moaned as she tried to wiggle free of the cold.

“Sshhh…it’s just an ice pack.” Wes soothed.

“Take it off, it hurts more with, than without it.” Lola exclaimed, as she laid her head down on the soft pillow. Wes did as she asked.

Once again, his finger caressed her ass cleft. Lola found herself wiggling to deepen his contact. When he rested on her hidden pucker, she stiffened.

“Look at that beautiful bud, just waiting for some attention. I think soon, but for right now, I’ll just tease it.”

He began to rub her cleft again, each time wiggling his finger on the forbidden spot, and each time she yearned for another moment of contact.

What is happening to her?
She not only is letting him strap her to a bed, but she is toying with letting her ass become a possible point of arousal? What is it about Adonis, Wes, whoever, that makes her doubt everything she would have sworn her life on only months before?

She felt the bed dip between her spread thighs, her butt was getting attention again but this was not his finger. There was no denying what was giving her attention now; his cock. The soft satiny skin over ridged steel. His hardened member imitated the path of his finger moments earlier, just rubbing the line between her cheeks. Lola found herself lifting up on her knees to enjoy the sensation more. Now she could feel his chest hover over her back, as the bed dipped again by her sides, where he supported his weight on his hands.

“God, Sunshine, what I would give to squeeze into your ass. I will have you that way, but right now, let’s see how wet you are for me.” Wes said into her ear, between nips at her lobe.

Wes pushed into her from behind. With her extremities tied down she couldn’t adjust her position much to accommodate him, but that only added to the phenomenal feeling. He pushed into her slowly and very shallow. Only to ease out of her and push back slightly so just his head was in her.

“Like that?” He asked as he continued this sensual torture.

Lola bit down on her lip, and tried to wiggle her rear to allow deeper penetration.

“Tsk tsk tsk, if you move again, I’ll just withdraw completely. Now you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Wes said, moving her hair over her shoulder so he could nibble and suck at the back of her neck.

“No…don’t!” But it came out more of a moan than a plea.

Lola stayed as still as she could and just enjoyed his teasing penetration. When he withdrew and didn’t return within a few seconds, she wiggled involuntarily, seeking him.

“I warned you, Sunshine.”

And then the sting from the spank ripped through her bottom. Lola anticipated another, but it never came. She wanted the blindfold off. This was too much. It was complete sensory overload. She needed to know what was coming. She tried to rub her head in a way to get the mask to move, but to no avail.

“You are a naughty girl. Trying to take your mask off, I think I will need to discipline you again.” Oh how she wanted him to discipline her with his exquisite touch. But this was the biggest surprise thus far. He plunged into her; deep and completely. He started a frenzied pace, hammering into her over and over again.

“Oh God, yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!” Lola found herself shouting. She felt her body climb to its peak and just when she was going to crest it, Wes withdrew from her completely.

“You didn’t think I would make it that easy did you?” Wes licked the path of her spine as he then blew his hot breath on the sweat and saliva line.

Lola felt the mattress dip again, indicating him getting off the bed. He was not too concerned now with making noise. She heard him go to the night stand, open a drawer, and then close it. He continued to surprise her, by untying her wrists. With his assistance and instructions, she flipped onto her back, but her ankles remained tethered to the floor. Her mask remained in place, and suddenly the room filled with music. Loud, angry, aggressive music.
Animal I Have Become
by Three Days Grace. She loved the tune, but in this setting, it symbolized something else, perhaps something closer to the words of the title.

Lola focused on the lyrics and was startled when she felt something probe her entrance. Soon it was gently vibrating; electrifying her already oversensitive tissue. She could feel the cylinder shaped object being inserted slightly inch by inch. When it was inserted far enough, the gently buzzing increased in pace. Alternating between a pulse to an intense constant. Just when she got used to the beat, it would change. Infuriating her and exhausting her muscles. Finally it was withdrawn all together. The bare opening was not bare for long; Wes’ mouth and tongue replaced the battery-operated vibrator. He devoured at an intense pace, with only one goal in mind; complete insanity. Finally, her body claimed its demanded orgasm. Lola’s body shook so much that she couldn’t feel Wes’ continued attack.

She laid there limp, exhausted and utterly sated.

Wes drank her dry, and kissed her a trail down to each of her ankles, untying them and massaging where the sashes gripped her skin.

Vaguely, Lola could feel him shifting her to her side. He held her thighs open and rammed into her like that. With one thigh supported upward by Wes, he hammered into her, stimulating tissue that should not be able to be stimulated. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Lola was on the cusp of another climax. She met Wes when he reached his and they both plummeted over the edge into sensation oblivion. This was how Lola was when she fell asleep; completely exhausted, withered from such physical demand and completely grip free of her tightly held emotional restriction.

Lola woke with a start. The room was dark and quiet. It took her a moment to keep down the panic of not knowing where she was, but then as the fear gripped her, the strong arm that was draped around her waist gave her an involuntary squeeze. With her pulse back in check, she snuggled deeper into the decadence of the cloud like mattress and the luxurious softness of the linens. She tried to return to sleep, but after a few minutes, Lola could tell that was unlikely to happen. Looking at the bedside clock, she noticed it was almost five am. Her body was use to not getting a lot of sleep, generally she worked at the bar until last call, and Boyd was a very early riser.

Rolling gently to her back, she watched as the predawn light started to dance across the ceiling. As dim light played off dark shadows, images of what they had done skipped through her mind. Erotic images flooded her brain. As her mind remembered, her body began to awaken in its own way from the memories. Lola looked over to a sleeping Wes, as she thought perhaps she would wake him in a special way, but immediately halted. Rather than look like he did when he was awake; strong, virile, in control; he looked now very different from that persona. Gone was the hardness that such a confident man possessed, never showing weakness or vulnerability, but, peaceful it was not. He looked troubled. His face would contort ever so slightly, almost as if he was dreaming of something unpleasant. Lola wanted to run her hand down his cheek, to give his subconscious a sign that he was safe from whatever dream plagued him, but just as she was about to lift her hand, his blue depths opened wide.

Lifting up slightly to look past her toward the clock, Wes laid his head back down and whispered, “Everything okay, Sunshine?” Lola watched as the remnants of emotion he showed in his sleep, were now no longer found.

“Under the circumstances, I’m fine.” She answered, just as quietly as he did.

“Circumstances?” Wes asked. Fearing now in the light of a new day, she would regret what he asked of her, both literally and figuratively.

Unable to stop her smile from spreading, she answered, “Yeah, circumstances. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk right again for at least two months.”

Enjoying her jest, he returned her ear to ear smile and said, “Two months, huh? Fuck, I was going for three. Guess, I’ll just have to give it another go.” He then moved so she was now under him, and started their day as he thought everyday should begin, with an incredible, insatiable fuck.

One hour later, Lola laid gasping, recovering from the third mind-blowing orgasm of the morning. Her limbs were like jelly, and every inch of her body was covered with sweat and other kinds of fluids.

“That Sunshine, is why you never tell a man, any sexual capable man, you doubt you could come again so hard. It is ingrained in us, to never give in to such a challenge.”

“I will be sure to note what such a challenge invite means, for the next time.” Lola answered.

Wes chuckled as his tongue swirled lazily under her breast.

“You do remember that is how come-challenge number two started.”

“Damn! You’re on to me.” He said, before leaving one final flick of his tongue over her nipple. He then settled down on his side next to her, resting his head in his hand “Okay, I have to hit the gym. Want to join me?”

“I’d rather have a root canal.” Lola said. As she tried not to focus on his skillful hands lightly fingered her belly button ring.

“Oh, come on, you are already all sweaty and I’d love to see you on the machines as your body bounces along like it should.”

“Yeah and give myself a black eye, no thanks, I’ll pass.” Lola answered sarcastically as she rolled her eyes and looked at the clock.

Wes couldn’t help but stare at the beauty who shared his bed. Even after all they had done, he was still eager to have her again. Wes’ sexual tastes and demands were hard on a body, but the fact that Lola kept pace surprised and thrilled him.

Wes knew his tastes were different back in college, hell, high school if he was being honest. Even then, his intensity for physical gratification went beyond what girls wanted. The sweet girls he wanted to bed were too timid to fulfill his desires in the form he wanted, so he quickly moved on to older women. Women who’s ages and personal situations made them eager to indulge in his form of intensity. Soon he found himself traveling distances to just bed a woman, knowing that his hunger would be satisfied, even for only an hour. That was enough of a relief to get him through another couple of days until he could indulge again. His preferences were not as severe as other sex addicts were. Yes, he dabbled in BDSM, but never enough to go completely into the category. He did however have his limits. He could never get off on his partner or partners being in physical pain. Yes, he could understand the concept, but to actually harm another in that all-consuming moment, just didn’t do anything for him. So after many years of traveling and bedding a certain circle of women, willing to indulge him, he learned that he was not so different or alone in his requirements; hence the start of Olympus. Wes wanted a place where professionals could indulge in their darker sides and fantasies in a safe environment, where identities were protected and rules were enforced to guard its reputation. Now years later, even Wes would admit Olympus has taken off, well beyond his original plans, but he was proud of the establishment he created.