Edge of the Enforcer

by Cherise Sinclair

  But when he ran a wet finger around one nipple, she suppressed a frustrated sigh. Typical guy. Her nipples weren’t sensitive; touching them affected her as much as playing with her knees. Men never understood that, though.

  His gaze intensified as he switched to the other nipple, flicking it lightly.

  She shifted, feeling as if she was letting him down. As if she should react. Act pleased or something. “Uh—”

  “Don’t talk, pet.” His face in the faint light was hard, his lips almost cruel, his focus totally on her. No one had ever watched her so closely. The knowledge was heady, yet sent a curl of anxiety pricking up her spine.

  He pinched her right nipple lightly, and his fingers implacably, bit by bit, pressed together.

  She grabbed his arm, yet her clenching hand made no impression on his thickly muscled forearm. As the increasing pain in her nipple tangled with her nerves, biting into her, the pressure seemed to be on her clit as well. Her breathing caught, sped, caught.

  “Oh yeah,” he muttered. “You were designed for clamps, baby. And electricity.”

  What?

  He released her, and his palm engulfed her breast completely. She had a moment to wish she were bigger before he angled his hand so he could pull her breast outward and squeeze.

  Hurting her. Smothering a cry, she felt her back arch as the inferno of need rolled through her.

  “Fucking beautiful.” He moved to her other breast, tormenting it until it swelled with pain, until her pussy throbbed in demand.

  “Oh criminy.” She’d never felt like this, her senses conflicting. Raw.

  His dimple showed before he wrapped her hair around one hand, holding her as his demanding lips moved over hers, his tongue plunging within, taking and taking. As he squeezed her breast again, his mouth drank in her cry of pain.

  He lifted his head, and his gaze burned over her face, before his mouth descended on hers again. Each time he hurt her, his hand tightened in her hair, his lips forcing her to respond. The ground swayed beneath her as her bones turned to rubber.

  When his cheek brushed hers, his jaw was scratchy with stubble and his whisper hot against her ear. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”

  He drew her closer, kneading her ass with a powerful hand. As he rubbed his chest against her acutely sensitive, abused breasts, she felt trapped, engulfed by hardness. Her entire body melted down into a puddle.

  “We’re going to have fun.” He kissed her lightly, chucked her under her chin as if she were a child. From his bag, he removed a towel, putting it over the arm of the sofa. He picked up a glass anal plug as thick as a cock. “Bend over there, pet.”

  She swayed, almost dizzy, but not so much she couldn’t fear. “Too big,” she whispered. “Please…”

  “You think?” He glanced down at it and chose one more slender. His nod toward the couch was implacable as he took lube from his bag.

  Her asshole was already puckering as she bent. The towel was scratchy against her mound. God, although she’d given anal sex a fair shot in the past, the activity simply wasn’t one of her favorites. Why had she agreed to it? She gritted her teeth. Dummy, don’t ever play war games with Dominants.

  After pulling her cheeks apart, he unhurriedly worked the plug in. Cool and slick and still…too damn big. When she tightened against it, he smacked her butt hard enough to make her yelp. He paused and started again.

  Burn, stretch, burn, stretch. The plug pushed her open to the widest point, and she whimpered.

  “Fuck, I love that sound.” And he continued until it plopped into place. “You can wear this for a bit; my cock will widen you some more.”

  Oh no. No, no, no. Her fingernails were permanently dug into the sofa cushions, her body totally stiff.

  “Easy, pet.” The growl of his voice softened. “You’ll be able to take me.” He stroked her bottom in relaxing circles, and the aching in her asshole eased. “Safeword’s red,” he said. “Same as at the club. You’re experienced enough to use it if you need to, girl.”

  His raspy baritone was oddly soothing, and his leisurely intimate caresses slowed her stampeding heart, guiding her away from fear as if he’d taken the reins from her hands. She dropped her head to rest on her forearms. Surrendering. He’d do to her what he wanted to do.

  And she’d let him.

  “Good girl.” A minute passed. Another. Only the measured stroke of his callused hand marked the passing of time.

  Eventually he hauled her to her feet and tossed the towel onto the center cushion. “Sit on the sofa.”

  When she sat, the scratchy terry cloth rubbed against her tender bottom. As the plug pushed higher inside her, she shifted, trying to find a place that didn’t put pressure on it. There wasn’t one.

  “Don’t worry; you won’t be thinking about it soon.” DeVries gave her the ominous statement as he set bandage scissors on the coffee table. He wound rope around her wrist and paused. “Your file showed no medical concerns. Are marks a problem?”

  Not in San Francisco, where everyone wore a sweater or a suit. “No, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  He ran the ropes over the sofa ends and down to the wooden legs, pulling her arms out to each side. As he finished the knots, she looked at the leather wrist and ankle cuffs in his toy bag. Why was he using rope?

  He followed her gaze. “Metal and electricity don’t mix well.”

  Electricity. Oh God.

  After positioning her with her ass on the edge of the bottom cushion and her shoulders against the sofa back, he tied each ankle to a sofa leg. Her knees were widely apart, her pussy open and…way too accessible. To electricity.

  As he set up the violet wand equipment, she looked up into his tanned face. In the dim light, she couldn’t read his eyes. “I’m not a masochist,” she whispered. “I’m—”

  “I know.” He squeezed her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you past what you can take.”

  Oh God, he wasn’t very reassuring. There was a wide gap between take and enjoy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on regulating her breathing.

  “Eyes on me, pet.” He stepped on the foot pedal, and the wand came to life with an ominous crackling. Inside the mushroom-headed, transparent tube, the gas turned a glowing violet color.

  The mushroom top approached her arm, making a bacon-in-the-frying-pan sound. She tensed. But for nothing. In fact, she didn’t feel a thing.

  He studied her face before adjusting the setting. She felt a slight tingle. Another adjustment. The sound grew louder.

  This time, as he ran the wand up her arm, a quarter inch from the skin, she bit her lip. The tingling had changed to an odd sparky feeling, not…quite…painful.

  His lips tipped up slightly. “About right.” He moved the tube over her upper arm, hovering above the skin. Fine sparks hit her, and her arm twitched, pulling on the rope.

  Over her shoulder. Downward. Oh God.

  She shivered as he circled one breast, and the other, the tingling like a myriad of tiny bites. Her nipples bunched until they ached.

  “Nice.” His voice was husky.

  “DeVries,” she whispered, not sure what she wanted to say. “I—”

  His foot came off the pedal, and he leaned forward to kiss her, sweetly and slowly. His mouth traced over the curve of her neck and down.

  He took one nipple in his mouth—typical man, going for the breasts—and sucked hard. His teeth pinched the peak painfully.

  She gasped, sensation bursting through her.

  He sucked on the other peak, nipped, straightened, and smiled into her eyes. The hint of a dimple appeared in his right cheek. “Now, we’ll play.”

  After changing the attachment on the wand to a long metal-tipped cord he tucked under his belt, he stepped on the foot pedal. Sparks flew from his fingertips, tingling over her.

  He moved one hand up, always less than an inch from her skin, and one finger circled her breast. Angled in toward her right nipple.

  She tensed. Bit her lip against the n
eed to yell no.

  His gaze made a circuit, checking her face, her muscles, the position of his hand. He circled the areola, almost touching, and the arcing electricity felt like bubbly water. Pleasant.

  All too soon he widened the gap between his finger and her skin, and the bubbles turned to needlelike sparks. Painful sparks. She jumped, tugged on the ropes, yet could feel her body responding, wanting more as arousal bloomed with liquid heat inside her.

  He did her other breast, creating a stream of sensation to her lower half, until her pussy was throbbing. She shifted position, shifted again, and couldn’t even get her legs together to try to ease the urgency.

  His chuckle was a wolflike growl. “Squirmy little girl. Pretty.” He shut the wand off and leaned forward, taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking on the abused tissue until she arched. He switched to the other one, and his tongue was enticingly wet and hot and smooth after the tormenting sparks.

  The next time he turned the electricity on, he used his finger to make sizzling circles over her stomach, up her arms, and across her armpits. She giggled and wiggled…and gasped when her movements drove the anal plug deeper.

  He moved down her thighs, teasing her with forays toward her mound. And each time the lightly painful sparks grew close, her hips rose upward to get touched there. And yet the idea was terrifying.

  When the wand turned off, she moaned. Her pussy was so swollen, aching. She was dying here. “Sir,” she whispered. “Please.”

  His eyes were half-lidded as he regarded her, “We can stop. I don’t know you well enough to push you.”

  But… She didn’t wish for him to stop. Not really. “I meant—I want—”

  “I know what you want, little girl.” His half smile was affectionate. Cruel.

  Her insides clenched.

  He went down on one knee between her legs, positioning himself so his wide shoulders avoided her knees and thighs.

  What was he going to do? The Enforcer didn’t do oral—at least he never had in the club. To her surprise, he licked over her pussy, and his stiff tongue circled the entrance.

  She was so needy and swollen, and the feeling of his mouth was totally lush, everything she wanted…yet not quite enough.

  He swept his tongue over her clit, teased at the hood, and all her nerve endings seemed to focus on that spot.

  And then he put his knee on the foot control, turning on the power. Bit by bit, he moved his head toward her thigh. Sparks leaped from his cheek, and her muscles jumped with the jolt of electricity. He tantalized her other leg with his face. And moved closer.

  His nose almost touched her outer labia, and it felt like being in a Jacuzzi with the jets pointing directly at her. “Oh God!”

  He pulled back, increasing the sparking until it was edged toward pain, as if the tingles were pushing through her skin and going deeper.

  As he shifted upward, the muscles of her inner thighs tightened, trying to squeeze her legs together. God, she wasn’t sure she could take the feeling directly on her—

  His tongue hovered over her clit, and electricity zipped from it to the exposed nub with an exquisitely painful burst of pleasure. “Aaah!” The pressure low in her core tightened.

  He backed off and released the power.

  As she sank back against the cushions, he nuzzled her. His beard stubble scraped over her shaved outer labia, over her mound. His tongue ran over her like hot, wet silk. The pressure inside her coiled fiercely.

  His lips closed around her clit, and he sucked lightly.

  More, more, more. Each tiny suck lured her closer. Her hands fisted as her thighs trembled. Her moan was long and shaky and made him laugh.

  He lifted his head and, oh God, turned the electricity on again. The tiny zipping sounds increased as he leaned forward.

  The shock struck a second before he closed his lips around the button of nerves. She was so swollen, so exposed that the bare touch of his tongue was almost too much. He sucked, and her hips bucked.

  Immediately, he opened his mouth, and sparks flew in the tiny gap between his lips and her pussy. The tingles hit her from all sides, like bubbles hitting her at highway speeds.

  Too much. Heat washed over her. She shuddered, pulling at the restraints, needing more, needing less.

  A chuckle rumbled from him. He licked over her clit, easing the sensation, before opening his lips around her. The sparks struck her again.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Her whole body went rigid as her center clenched, as her orgasm surged upward, hit the top, and there was no stopping. The devastating sensations exploded outward like a fireball of pleasure, out of control, consuming everything in its path. She gasped for air as the room went brilliant with light.

  After a second, she opened her eyes and—

  He licked over her again, and she was so, so sensitive, each light abrasion sent more waves blasting through her, taking her air with it.

  “Noooo.” Sweat trickled down her back. Her whole body was trembling. “No more. Pleaaase.”

  “You think?” His eyes glinted with pleasure.

  As she panted, trying to regain her breath and keep her heart from pounding out of her chest, the ropes came off her wrists and ankles. Her arms flopped to her sides. Someday, maybe in a year, she’d try to move.

  Her eyes shot open when hard hands closed around her waist. He picked her up, ignoring her squeak. Once again, he bent her over the arm of the couch. The coarse towel rubbed her mound. A lube packet dropped onto the cushion beside her shoulder.

  Oh no. No, no, no.

  “Time for my second prize, pet.” He smoothly removed the glass anal plug, leaving her empty inside. She heard a condom wrapper.

  She wasn’t ready. Couldn’t think. “Wait. Just…”

  To her relief, he pressed into her pussy, filling her. Her insides clenched around his hot, thick shaft as he slid smoothly in and out.

  But just as she was starting to really enjoy the sensations, he withdrew. And picked up the lube. A few seconds later, he pulled her buttocks open, and his cock probed her already tender anus.

  Oh. Damn.

  As he pushed in, her neck arched, bringing her head up. Ow, ow, ow. She attempted to stand.

  His hand in the middle of her back kept her right there, positioned for his ruthless advance. “Don’t worry; this won’t hurt…too much.” And his voice was amused—and pleased.

  Holy shit.

  Slick with lube, he pressed and retreated, gradually working his way in.

  Her tight ring of muscle burned and stretched, trying to adjust to his size—he was huge!—and it hurt. Yet, even as he advanced, her whole lower half seemed to flare awake, like the lighting of the giant Christmas tree in San Antonio.

  “That’s right,” he murmured. “You can take me.” He forged in, relentless as only the Enforcer could be, doing what he wanted for his own pleasure.

  Yet the knowledge he’d cared enough to satisfy her first was intensely erotic.

  Cheek rubbing the cushions, she whined and squirmed as he impaled her. His hand on her back held her down, and she whimpered.

  She could feel his thighs burn hot against hers. He was all the way in.

  “Hurt, baby?” he asked.

  “Yessssss.” Her answer came out a moan.

  “Perfect.” His laugh was deep and gruff. He controlled her hips with an unyielding grip as he drew back unhurriedly and surged in. Over and over. When he halted and added more lube, the coldness of the liquid around the heat of his shaft made her tremble.

  He thrust harder and faster until the slap, slap, slap of skin against skin, and the alternating full-to-empty sensations dominated her world. Dragged her back into need.

  Her breathing changed. Her hips tilted up slightly.

  And he paused…and chuckled. “Greedy little Texan.”

  His boot between her feet pushed her legs so far apart that with every thrust, her clit rubbed the towel. Over and over.

  Oh God, oh God. As if caught in a
blender, her entire lower half spiraled up and up into soaring pleasure. She mewed, clawing at the cushions, as the world dissolved around her.

  “That’s the spirit.” With a rough, guttural growl, deVries plunged into her so deeply she felt his groin grind against her bottom before he released.

  * * * *

  Sometime later, she realized she was in a blanket, lying on the couch. Dizzy as a drunken coyote. She rose up on an elbow.

  On one knee, deVries was cleaning off his equipment and packing it away in his terrifying-looking metal case. He glanced at her, assessed, clasped her shoulders, and moved her to a sitting position.

  As he held her there, her world spun for a second before righting. Once her eyes uncrossed, she gave him a nod.

  He handed her the glass of water on the coffee table. When had he gotten that? “Drink up, pet.”

  Her hand shook only slightly as she took a sip and felt her desert-dry mouth absorb the liquid. She chugged most of the rest.

  His lips quirked before he turned back to his packing.

  When he was finished, he rose and took her glass to the kitchen. “Need more?”

  She shook her head, not finding any words coming to mind. Thank you didn’t seem adequate. Sure, he was here because he wanted to collect on his prize from shooting her during war games; nevertheless, he’d also…well, okay, gifted her with an amazing orgasm with his violet wand toys. And again with anal sex.

  He’d hurt her and liked it. But she’d liked it too. How did a person talk to someone she really didn’t know after having been so…intimate in such a strange way?

  “First time I’ve ever seen you tongue-tied.” He squatted in front of her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You look befuddled.”

  Good word for how she felt.

  The living room lamps lightened the green flecks in his gray pupils, turning his eyes the color of a forest mist. She traced her fingers over the sun lines at the corners of his eyes, the strong angle of his jaw, his corded neck. Satisfaction lurked in the heaviness of his lids.

  The knowledge she’d pleased him was a low hum in her veins.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up.” To her surprise, he scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. He stood her on her feet outside the shower, turned on the water, and waited for it to warm. After setting her inside, he stripped and joined her.