Authors: Michele Zurlo
Tags: #Multicultural, #Contemporary, #Bdsm, #erotic romance
Wanting Wilder (25 page)
The taps came first against her calves. They moved up her thighs to her ass. In moments, her muscles relaxed, and she gave herself up to the inevitability of the pose and the staccato rhythm. He’d stayed behind her because he wanted to take pictures of her front side without evidence of impact play.
She heard the shutter of his older-model camera click, but she didn’t open her eyes. The fact that he developed all his film in the basement had led her to give him permission to take any kinds of photos he wanted.
He was slowly papering the walls of the downstairs playroom with erotic pictures of her bound in any pose that struck his fancy.
She heard more than felt the winch lowering her to the floor. He stopped when her feet could reach the hardwood surface. She slumped down, letting the ropes keep supporting her weight. He was far from finished.
The ropes between her legs parted as he slid a slim vibrator into her vagina. The tension would hold it in place. “You’re not going to come until I tell you.”
He loved to torture her, to see how long she could resist. She opened her eyes and met his crystal gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
Nodding at her acceptance, he turned the vibrator to a pulsing setting. He twisted his hand in the hair at her nape and pulled her head back before devouring her with his searing brand of kisses. He trailed them down her neck and bit her earlobe.
“Do you want to come?”
Though she hadn’t reached her limit, she knew if she told him she didn’t need to come now, he would deny her longer. But he hadn’t asked if she needed to, just if she wanted to. “Yes, Sir.”
He ran his tongue along the outer shell of her ear. “I want the secret ingredients to your hash recipe.”
She giggled at his completely expected request. He’d been asking for a few months, and she enjoyed keeping the knowledge from him. It was his way of telling her he planned to luxuriate in driving her to the precipice and keeping her there. “Not going to happen, Sir.”
“Then I guess you’ll just have to beg.”
He picked up a flogger with short falls and moved to stand behind her. He trailed the ends from the wrist of one outstretched arm across to her other wrist. The promise in his gesture combined with the pulsing bursts of the vibrator. She whimpered.
“You want this, don’t you?”
She had no problem hearing the grin in his voice. Yes, she wanted to be flogged. It was the only request she’d made for the scene. “Yes, Sir.”
The soft leather smacked against her shoulders and upper back. He skipped the areas where the ropes crossed, and he moved down to concentrate on her ass and thighs. Soon he switched to a flogger with stiffer falls. She moaned aloud and moved her hips to meet that special kiss. Sweet heat spread, a languid fire that made her thoughts take flight.
By the time he finished, she was grateful for the ropes holding her up. Every nerve ending stood at attention, and the pulsing between her legs couldn’t hope to deliver on the promise it was making.
She was close, so close, and she knew he wasn’t finished with his torment, a fact he confirmed with every step of the cocky swagger he used to round her body. He caressed her collarbone with his lips, nipping every few inches. She breathed in the smell of his shampoo mixed with his distinctly male scent. Her hips swayed forward, offering the use of her body.
His fingertips tickled along her inner thigh, and then he rocked the vibrator in and out, flexing it back and forth to tease her sweet spot. He took her right to the edge.
“Tell me this one thing, and I’ll end your torment.” He smirked and pinched her swollen clit.
“Not going to happen, Sir.” She whimpered and trembled, praying he would ignore the nipple clamps. They felt so good on her body, but they almost always triggered an orgasm when he removed them.
She had no such luck today. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in a sinfully erotic simulation of what he would do to her pussy if she gave him what he wanted. And then he released both clamps at the same time.
The scream came from her depths and helped diffuse some of the tension. Because they lived so far away from anyone else, he almost never muffled the noises she made. When she wore a gag, she did so because he was in the mood to see her in one.
Tears tracked down her cheeks, and she sobbed with the effort, but she managed to keep from climaxing.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He palmed her breasts and massaged them until the fire reduced to a pleasant tingle. “I love to see you working so hard to please me.”
His praise washed over her soul, and she felt every bit of the sentiment behind it. He loved her. He loved dominating her. He loved just being with her. He told her so a dozen times every single day.
He reached between her legs and turned the vibrator to its highest setting.
“Fuck.” Hearing her swear seemed to make him even hornier, so she didn’t temper her language during a scene.
“Do you want to come?” Smug satisfaction and hunger glittered in his expression.
She might die if he kept her on edge for much longer. “Yes, please, Sir.” Her chest heaved, and her pussy buzzed so close to orgasm. Her juices bypassed his ropes and ran down her thighs.
He leaned closer and whispered, “If you come right now, without my permission, I’ll take you down and paddle that sweet ass while I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be walking anytime soon.”
That was all it took. It hit her hard the moment he made his threat. Her body shuddered and danced within the confines of the ropes. It took her will, and she couldn’t make a single sound.
Vaguely she was aware of the ropes loosening and falling away. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. The first time she’d been in his bed, she’d been too focused on him to recognize the similarities between the elegant frame caging the bed and the crude one he’d built in that Florida hotel room. Once things had calmed down, it hadn’t taken her long to see the numerous places suitable for tying a submissive.
Though he’d unwound the ropes on her wrists from the ceiling hooks, he hadn’t removed them from her wrists. He set her on the center of the bed and secured those ropes to the sturdy posts that made up the headboard.
He didn’t bother with a sensual striptease. In seconds, he was naked and thrusting into her body, pounding hard, just as he’d promised.
She writhed under the intensity of the onslaught, and she fought to hold the next climax at bay.
He slid his hand up her rib cage and pinched her sore nipple. “Don’t you dare hold back. Give me what’s mine.”
The bed bounced and rocked in time with their motions. She planted her feet on the mattress and fucked him back. They both raced toward the finish line. He shouted first, and she followed him one thrust later, calling his name as she fell into the abyss.
He collapsed on top of her, his heart thumping wildly against her chest. After a long time, he roused enough to speak. “I love you, Lydia.” He mumbled the declaration into her neck and pressed a light kiss to the skin nearest his lips.
She wanted to bring her arms down to hold him tight, but she settled for kissing his forehead. After all, he still wasn’t finished with her. “I love you too, Wilder.”
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Michele Zurlo
I wear a lot of hats for someone who doesn’t like anything near my head. I’m a wife, mother, teacher, and when I have spare time, a writer. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. Alas, that dream faded when I got a social life.
Years later, I happened upon a free laptop that didn’t come with games of any kind, which I figured was a good thing because I didn’t have that much free time to throw down the Minesweeper Black Hole. Staring at the brand-new computer, I thought it would be a shame if it went to waste, so I decided to write a novel. Once I started writing, steamy, sensual stories poured from my fingertips, and now I just can’t stop using that laptop. I hope you enjoy reading these tales as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Read more about Michele and her books at
http://www.michelezurlo.com
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