Unleashed: Volume 3 (Unleashed #3) (14 page)

“Yes,” she groaned.
I pressed the button on the vibrating egg and her hips jerked in
response, animalistic in need. Smack, I brought my hand down hard on
her soft cheek. She called out, almost starting to come.

“Not yet.” I said,
stern, bringing my thick fingers to the front of her dress and
pinching her nipple, hard. “You don’t get to come yet.”

She moaned, panting and
arching her ass up for me to play with it. Who was I to say no to
that? Drawing two fingers down into her slippery folds, I then
brought my well-lubricated digits up to her tight asshole. She
whimpered but didn’t pull away, her legs slightly parted, her
bottom up over my lap.

“You want this, don’t
you, my sweet little slut?”

“Yes, yes, I want
it,” she panted.

“Are you my little
slut?”

“Yes, Declan,” she
agreed, so compliant but still evasive.

“Say it.” I brought
my hand down rough on her ass. She needed to be trained to know
exactly what I liked. I needed her naughty, dirty, holding nothing
back and doing everything I wanted.

Gasping, breathing
hard, she complied. “I’m your slut, Declan. Your little slut.”
I could tell it was somewhat difficult for her to say it, admitting
something so naughty about herself. But I needed to hear her say it,
to surrender completely to me.

“Yes, you are,” I
praised her, stroking her again, bringing my glistening fingers to
her asshole and stroking, circling, pushing until they entered her
tight, hot hole.

She stiffened and cried
out, fighting my entrance for a second. Then she relaxed into it, her
body responding to the pleasures.

“Now stay quiet,
Kara,” I cautioned her, starting to slide my fingers in and out of
her asshole. “You had a hard time with that in the restaurant. We
don’t want Vladimir to hear.” I knew the heavy privacy screen
muffled most sound, but Kara didn’t know that. I wanted her to
fight to control herself. All that restraint would make her final
release in the hotel room that much more intense.

I pulsed the vibrator
up in her pussy, spiking up to the most intense setting and back down
again. She began moving her hips, unable to stop herself, begging me
with her body and her words for more, please more. I brought my hand
back down to her rear with a sharp spank.

“Don’t move, Kara.”
She stilled, a helpless whine coming from her lips. “Stay still.”
With the vibrator on, I kept at it, one hand spanking her soft
cheeks, the other fucking her asshole with my fingers. She held
still, though I knew it was a struggle, keeping her bottom right
where I wanted it so I could do exactly as I liked. She whimpered and
moaned, her tits pressed against the leather seat, my fingers working
her ass relentlessly.

In front of the hotel,
I straightened us out. Her eyes looked wild, her breathing erratic. I
smoothed her hair, pulled her dress down and helped her out and into
the elevator.

Never had an elevator
moved so slowly. I kept it PG, held Kara close to me with an arm
around her waist while another couple shared the ride. I could feel
her trembling against me and part of me wanted to soothe her, care
for her, rub my hands along her arms and bathe her in fairy tale
kisses. The other part of me wanted to make it worse for her until
she quivered and squirmed, wriggled and pleaded, the feel of her
writhing and begging to do anything I said, anything I wanted, to
earn her release.

Inside the hotel room,
I led her straight to the bedroom. I was a businessman after all, and
right now I was all business.

“Dress off. On the
bed.”

She got naked, quick,
and I liked how hot she was for it, how eager she was for whatever I
was going to give her. Pulling out my restraints, I made quick work
of tying her down. I knew how to make a good knot, tight enough to
keep her from breaking free but loose enough that she could keep her
attentions elsewhere, on everything I was going to do to her.

I tied each wrist and
each ankle to a bedpost. She lay there, her breath coming in pants,
her ribcage rising and falling in anticipation as she watched me tie
her up. When I was done, I stood to survey my handiwork. She lay
there, spread-eagle on the bed, buck naked and tied down for my
pleasure.

“I can do what I want
with you now,” I told her, my voice thick and heavy with desire.

“Yes,” she panted,
her nipples dark pink rosebuds atop her heaving mounds. Nipple
clamps, I needed them, too. In the closet I found them, a pair
slightly more advanced than the ones I’d used on the plane. These
were metal and could pinch hard. I’d only take it as far as she
could go. But I had a feeling she’d want it all.

Bringing the cool metal
clamps down to her creamy, white stomach, I traced a pattern against
her skin. She writhed beneath me, her breasts straining for my touch.

“Do you know what
these are?” I teased, bringing the metal up to touch her soft
breasts.

“Yes,” she panted,
her eyes down to watch.

“What are they?” I
asked, making her say it. Making her beg for her punishment.

“Nipple clamps,”
she exhaled. Still struggling with the words, as if they embarrassed
her.

“Good girl,” I
praised her. “Learning so quickly.” In reward, I brought my
fingers down to her exposed clit. With her legs pulled apart, her
ankles tied to opposite ends of the bed, her pussy lips spread apart
enough so I could see her swollen bud, glistening and slippery. With
my index finger, I gave it a light flick. She was so sensitive, so
wound up, she could feel it throughout her whole body. She shuddered
and gave a brief scream, pulling against the restraints. She was
going to like the games tonight.

I brought the clamps up
and fastened them each lightly to her erect nipples. The sensation
would be tight, bordering on painful, but not too intense. Not yet.
She watched me do it, moaning with arousal.

I took out the button
controlling the vibrating egg still up inside of her. Watching her
face, I pressed it, turning the setting up to medium intensity. She
tossed her head to the side, eyes closed, biting her lip and moaning.
Her hips lifted up off the bed, her thighs spread as if inviting me
inside of her. Juices spilled out of her, her sweet lubricant
beckoning me to take her and fuck her senseless. And I would, just
not yet.

I brought my fingers to
her wetness and spread it over her slit and along her inner thighs.

“So wet, Kara. So
filthy.” She moaned, needing me to talk dirty to her. “Do you
remember what tonight is?”

She shook her head no,
her eyes still closed in tight desire. I brought the vibrating egg in
her pussy down lower, then shut it off. I wanted her to focus on me
while I reminded her.

“Look at me,” I
commanded.

She brought her head
back center and opened her eyes, her lips flushed, her skin pink.

“Tonight I’m going
to continue your anal training,” I reminded her. “With the larger
butt plug.”

She moaned and tossed
her head back, her wrists pulling against the restraints, the clamps
tight on her nipples.

“You can’t go
anywhere, Kara,” I reminded her. “I’ve tied you down tight. I
get to do whatever I want, however I want all night long.” She
moaned again and moved her hips against the sheets, as if she could
create enough friction for her own release.

“I get to control
when you come, Kara,” I reminded her, one hand along her inner
thigh. “Tonight, I’m your master. I get to play with you and
decide what you deserve. Do you think you deserve to come tonight,
Kara?”

“Please!” she cried
out, panting.

“Please, master,” I
corrected her.

She paused for a
moment, the word new to her. Then she embraced it. “Please,
master.” The way she drew it out, husky on her lips, I could tell
she liked saying it.

“Will you beg your
master to come?”

“Yes, master!” she
cried out, already pleading.

Without any warning, I
took two fingers, coated them in her juices, and rammed them hard up
her asshole. She screamed and her eyes flew open in response. I
groaned and slid my fingers out, than back in deep up her ass. She
relaxed around me, a deep sigh escaping her lips as she took my
fingers into her hole. I pressed the button on the vibrating egg,
making it tease her pussy as I stroked her asshole.

Twisting, she screamed,
clearly driven crazy by the assault on both sides. Hand off her only
for a moment, I retrieved the larger butt plug from a drawer. Taking
her juices, I coated it well, then positioned it directly at her
asshole. Tied down as she was, she wasn’t able to move away. I
could tell her instinct was to shrink from it, but the restraints
stopped her.

“You’re tied down,
Kara,” I reminded her of her helplessness. She whimpered, a mixture
of fear and arousal. “I know what you need,” I soothed her. “Let
your master give it to you.”

“Yes, master.” With
a shudder and a sigh, she surrendered, relaxing as I pushed the
lubricated rubber tip in and past her tight ring. I kept going,
pushing the giant plug into her. Her eyes flew open and her breathing
came fast, her wrists pulling at the restraints.

“Take it,” I
commanded, harsh, and she threw her head back and cried out. I pushed
the plug all of the way in, deep up inside of her, full and thick and
still not as huge as my prick. “That’s it,” I praised her,
reveling in the sight of the base of the black plug sticking out the
edge of her asshole. She’d taken it all in for me, to train for my
cock.

“Good girl.” I
stroked and praised her and she whimpered, tossing her head to the
side. Her slit wept with juices. I brought my face down between her
legs. My feast was about to begin.

Settling in, I brought
my hands underneath her ass. I could see the plug in her deep, knew
the vibrator kept up its work inside her pussy. She was moaning now,
her fists balling up in excitement. She knew what I was about to do
and she waited, coiled up, desperately needing my release.

I knew I could take my
time, tease her, flick and lick everywhere but where she wanted it
most. But I couldn’t. Some other time maybe I’d torture her all
night, maybe even leave her days without coming. But tonight? I
needed it. I needed to feel her coming on my face as much as, if not
more than, she needed to do it.

“Let me make you
come, Kara.” Plunging my tongue into her, I sucked hard on her
clit, working her nub, sucking and lightly biting and swirling with
my tongue. She started screaming, pulling on her restraints, then
burst into flames for me, melting on my tongue, spasming and
shuddering and screaming and coming, wave after wave of pleasure all
for me.

I didn’t move at all,
lapped it all in, then started all over once it had subsided. I
licked and sucked, slowly building her arousal all over again, making
the quaking and quivering and shivering all come back.

“Yes, yes!” she
called out, her head tossing back and forth. I wanted to make her
forget everything, her name, her past, her future, everything and
anything other than my tongue on her sex. I knew the nipple clamps
provided one type of pleasure, punishing her sensitive tips, a visual
and physical reminder of her submission. But it was the other type of
pleasure I wanted for her now, the rush of sensation as they were
removed, all the blood flooding back into her erect nipples.

Swiftly I took the
clamps off, then growled back into the heat of her pussy, “Come for
me.” I plunged my tongue in again and she complied, responding to
my order, coming on my face in complete abandon, screaming wild with
ecstasy.

I licked and lapped,
the taste of her sweetness intoxicating me, her cries and pants,
screams and moans still sounding in my ears. Kara. Flushed, panting,
mine. I never wanted to let her go.

Kara

The next morning, I’d
never felt so rested. The clock on the bedside table read 10:00. 10
a.m? Me, the rancher’s daughter always up at dawn or before? I
looked out the window into full sunlight, brought my hand to my mouth
and laughed. Apparently deep inside I was a total hedonist,
worshipping pleasure with the best of them.

Best of all, Declan
still slept beside me. He looked so beautiful, if a tough,
muscle-bound man could be called that. The dark black sweep of his
eyelashes, the definition of his cheekbones, the light dusting of
stubble. Perfectly sculpted. With his eyes closed and hair rumpled,
he looked younger than his 27 years. I could still see the kid in
him, though that child had been long gone. I knew Declan had had to
grow up fast.

At my stirring, he
began to as well, reaching for me first as if on instinct. We spent a
while like that, lounging in bed. I don’t know how I got started on
it, but I found myself telling him all sorts of silly stories from
the diner, the time a trucker serenaded Dot with his guitar and a
song about her pretty brown eyes, the day mean old man Henderson’s
wife finally stood up and told him off in front of everyone and Dot
cracked a smile.

He stroked my hair and
held me close and I could feel the laughter rumbling in his chest as
I rested on him. I could have spent all day like that. As much as I
enjoyed New York and wanted to explore every inch, nothing felt as
good as time with Declan. We didn’t have much of it left. Today was
Friday, then all we had was Saturday and the big gala at the Met.
Sunday we flew home.

There was a lot left
unsaid as we lay there together, happily entwined and talking about
nothing. I could have asked him what he wanted to happen after
Sunday. Did he ever want to see me again? Did he want to keep this
what it was—a week together filled with enjoying the city and hot
sex? Or did he want to take this further, seeing each other back in
Montana and, who knew, maybe flying off to Vietnam?