“Strip.”
She glanced briefly at the long, narrow windows flanking his front door then back at him. He raised his eyebrow at her, and she lifted her slightly trembling hands to the buttons of her blouse. Slowly unfastening it, she revealed her ample cleavage and her tightly budded nipples. He couldn’t wait to see them secured in the clamps he’d bought her. More than that, he couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to the clamps. Who was he kidding? He wanted to see how she reacted to everything.
She slid the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor before unfastening her pants and shoving them down over her arse and hips then dragging them the rest of the way off. She returned to her knees.
“Think you’re forgetting something, love.”
She glanced at the windows again then looked away from the entryway and him before quickly tugging off her bra and panties.
“Christ...” he breathed.
She glanced up at him. It was clear, from the expression in her eyes and her slightly hunched shoulders, that she was uncomfortable as fuck.
He took a slow deep breath. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Her gaze fell away from his.
“I know you don’t believe me, but you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She shook her head the tiniest amount, but he saw it.
He caught her chin. “Eyes on mine, love.” When she raised her gaze, he continued, “Whatever negative bullshit is rattling around in your head, I’m telling you, none of it is true.”
He gripped his cock and slid his palm up the still spit-slick shaft. When he knew he had her attention, he went on, “Contrary to your perception of me—that I’ll fuck anything that moves—there’s only one woman I’m interested in fucking. And it’s not because she happens to be kneeling in front of me gloriously naked and more than a little submissive.”
Ivy rolled her eyes.
“You could be bundled up in jumpers and parkas and quilts, and I’d still have a raging hard-on whenever you were near.”
She stared at him.
“If it takes swaddling you in every bit of fabric in this house to convince you, we can do that.”
Her lips twitched, and she inclined her head and swiped her tongue across the near-dripping tip of his erection. She shifted and settled her hands on his hips and leaned forward, but he caught her wrists and pulled her forward, stretching her arms up, taking away her leverage and startling a gasp from her.
“If I remember correctly,” he murmured, “you wanted my cock deeper and harder.”
She nodded, heavy-lidded arousal sliding back across her features. He slipped his trainer between her knees and nudged her legs apart again. “I want to be able to see that pretty cunt when I look down.”
Her only response was a strangled sounding groan.
His cock throbbed for the want of her mouth, and it left a damp trail across her cheek as she tried, unsuccessfully, to lunge for it.
He released her wrist for a moment as he grasped the base of his shaft. “Pinch me if you need to,” he reminded her once more before setting the shiny head against her lips.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Open.” He barely recognized his own voice.
The harsh tone didn’t seem to faze Ivy in the least. Not negatively, anyway. Her eyes lifted to his, and she shivered, rocking her hips side to side—probably trying to get some relief for her aching cunt. Her mouth opened obediently, and she waited, keeping her gaze on him the entire time.
There was something in her eyes as she stared at him. Something that made his chest ache almost as much as his balls.
Chapter Twenty-One
The way Will had pulled her against his body left her feeling off-kilter and wobbly. But if she were honest with herself, it was far more than their physical positions. There was something about the way he seemed to know everything she was feeling. From every last insecurity she possessed to her unvoiced sexual desires. It would probably freak her out even more if she weren’t so fucking desperate to get his cock back in her mouth.
She was still a little self-conscious to be kneeling, naked in front of a full length window where anyone could just happen by and see her, but she was also insanely aroused. And the way Will looked at her, she was close to not caring who happened to see her—Charlotte and Caleb, aside, of course.
Dismissing thoughts of anyone who wasn’t Will, she waited, lips parted for him to shove inside her mouth. When he finally did, she groaned at the hot, salty glide of his cock across her tongue as he pushed in fast. He tightened his grip on her wrists, keeping her hands pressed to his sides as he drew back and drove forward again. She purred happily around his shaft as he thrust deeper, bumping the back of her throat.
It made her eyes water a bit, but she didn’t care—she wanted more. She didn’t want him handling her carefully as if she were some precious thing to be cossetted. To be put up on a shelf and carefully taken down and dusted off every once in a while.
She wanted Will hard and rough and as needy for her as she was for him. She wanted to feel like she was something more than an obligation at the end of the day like she had with Daniel. She wanted to feel Will’s desire. His passion. His sweat. His come. She wanted to know someone had wanted her that way once. That someone had felt that way about her—felt like he’d fucking die if he couldn’t have her.
If she could move, she’d shake her head at herself. She could admit, at least to herself, she didn’t want just anyone feeling that way about her. Only Will. Even though she knew it wouldn’t last, knowing Will wanted her like this, right now, was enough.
His hips snapped faster, pumped deeper, stretching her lips until they ached and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her pussy pulsed emptily, needing to be filled. But more than that, she needed him to come. She needed him to lose control while she sucked him off. She needed to taste him as he spurted into her mouth.
“Fuck.” He gasped, his fingers tightening around her wrists. “Getting close,” he warned.
She nodded as well as she could, not wanting him to pull away. She drew harder on him, tried to take more of him. Staring up at him, she couldn’t help but notice the way his stomach muscles rippled and flexed as he continued to plow into her willing mouth.
“Ivy.” It was more of a groan than a word, and it sounded as though it had been torn from him. “You need to pull off. I can’t hold back much longer.”
She gave her head a little shake, refusing to release him.
He let go of her wrists and splayed his fingers through her hair, cradling the sides of her head with his big hands. She clutched his hips, careful not to pinch and ruin everything.
His rhythm faltered as she swallowed around him, and he slid his thumbs over her cheeks to rest across the front of her neck, the slight weight and pressure almost enough to make her come untouched.
She watched his face as his eyes squeezed shut, and he grimaced. “Christ, gonna...”
The word ended on a groan, and his cock jerked in her mouth as he spurted endlessly across her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could as fast as she could, but some still escaped her lips and dripped down her chin as he continued to thrust.
Finally, he began to slow and soften while she continued to suck him dry. She sat back on her heels as he carefully pulled his half-hard cock from between her lips. Sliding his thumb up and over curve of her throat to her chin, he caught the escaped dribbles of his release. She opened her mouth and drew his thumb inside, licking the moisture from his skin.
Her jaw ached. But god, it had been worth it. The look on his face when he’d come. The sound of his voice when he’d cried her name. The way he stared at her now.
He tightened the fingers still remaining in her hair and yanked her head back. Bending, he caught her mouth with his, sweeping inside and thoroughly tasting her. One hand in her hair, and the other around her waist, he slowly drew her to her feet and tugged her aga
inst him. His jeans and the open zipper chafed her abdomen, but again—worth it.
“Now that you’ve taken the edge off,” he murmured against her neck as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her skin. “I can focus on you.”
Laughing, she pulled back a little and looked at him. “That was taking the edge off?”
His lips lifted, but his eyes were as solemn as she’d ever seen them. “We’re nowhere near finished, love.” The heavy warmth in his voice sent goosebumps skittering across her flesh. He trailed his fingertips over her ass, absently tracing figures over her skin. “And you need to understand that I’m not going to stop wanting you any time soon—if ever.”
Her breath stalled and lodged in her chest, making her feel as if she’d swallowed a rock made of unease tinged with hope. She didn’t want Will to think that exploring this attraction was going to go any farther than amazing sex. She sincerely hoped that wasn’t what he was alluding to. Because it couldn’t go anywhere else. Charlotte had made her feelings on a relationship between Ivy and Will clear. And even if Will didn’t want to acknowledge it, there were so many other women who were better suited to him. Women who didn’t have a past filled with secrets hanging between them and Will.
Swallowing hard, she tried to push away the reminders that she couldn’t ever really be what Will wanted and forced a small smile. Trailing her fingers over his chest, she made her way to his mouth. “I believe you said something about focusing on me?”
His eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth, nipping at her fingertips. “Laser-focused.”
Grabbing her hand, he picked up his bag with the other and pulled her down the hall with him toward the room at the end. His bedroom, she realized as she spotted the massive bed, swathed in blue and gray sheets and blankets. It clearly hadn’t been made since the last time he’d been there.
He unzipped the bag and dropped it on the mattress before pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely, his cock slowly beginning to twitch between them. Continuing to kiss her as he reached into the duffle, he withdrew something that made a metallic clinking sound. He dragged whatever it was up the outside of her arm. It felt like a cold metal chain or heavy necklace. Her eyes flew open. Dangling what looked like two small dull tweezers connected by a chain between them, he grinned.
“One of the things I bought you last time I was in town.”
Her nipples tightened at the sight of his purchase, and a shiver slithered along her spine. “The clamps, I assume?”
“Still want to try them?”
She moistened her suddenly dry lips and nodded.
An almost feral gleam brightened his gaze. “You know what to do if it gets to be too much.”
She nodded again. Her stomach trembled with excitement as he lowered his head and caught one of her nipples between his lips and drew hard on it.
Abruptly, the warmth of his mouth was replaced by the cold press of metal, and it tightened sharply, startling a breathy moan from her. She glanced down at her chest to see her nipple pinched and swelling slightly. The sight increased her arousal almost as much as the pressure did.
Will tucked his finger under her chin and raised her head, forcing her to make eye contact with him. He swept his thumb back and forth across the seam of her lips. “How does that feel?”
He couldn’t possibly expect her to form words, could he? She drew his thumb into her mouth and sucked on it.
Pulling it from between her lips, he brushed the damp digit across her distended flesh, setting fire to countless nerve endings. She gasped as he repeated the action.
“How does that feel?” he asked again.
Her eyes closed, and her back arched as her body sought more stimulation.
He tweaked her nipple, and she cried out. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, love.”
“Feels so good,” she breathed. Opening her eyes, she stared at him. “More? Please?”
He dropped his hand between them and stroked his half-flaccid cock. “There’s that lovely begging again.”
Her tongue swept out, moistening her lips, and he tugged her closer and kissed her. Just as suddenly, he abandoned her mouth and lowered his head to draw hard on her other nipple, scraping his teeth across it before affixing the other clamp.
“So pretty,” he murmured, staring at her breasts, his eyes bright with desire. He slid his hands down her back to cup her ass. Yanking her against him until she was balancing on her toes, he caressed the arousal-wet skin of her inner thighs. “Oh, you do like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said on a gasp as he spread her cheeks and circled a damp fingertip around her anus. “But, most of that is from earlier,” she forced out.
His lips curved. “You got that wet sucking my cock?”
Heat scorched her face as she nodded.
He nipped at her lower lip. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” he said before dragging open-mouthed kisses along the side of her throat and pulling her closer. His lightly-haired chest abraded her hyper-sensitized nipples, and his cock hardened further between them, the sensation stealing her breath.
“Want to see what else I bought you?”
She forced open heavy eyelids to stare at Will. “Maybe.”
He smiled as he held her gaze. Sliding one arm up to her waist, he kept her pinned against him and reached into his bag. Soft strands of what felt like fabric or leather trailed up the outside of her leg, igniting another rush of goosebumps over her skin.
“What is...”
Her words drifted to a halt as his hand came into view. His fingers were wrapped around a wooden handle with endless long tails of black leather attached at one end.
“I know you suggested trying a crop, but I thought it might be better to work up to that and start with a flogger instead.”
She nodded stiffly, unable to keep her gaze from the tool in his hand. He shifted until it was out of view, but it was impossible not to notice the leather being dragged up the back of her legs and over her ass. Anticipation clenched hot and hard in her belly as she shuddered longingly.
He twisted his wrist and caught the long fronds with his fingers, pinning them against the wooden handle before brushing the leather across her lips. “What are you thinking?”
She swallowed thickly then said, “I want to know how it feels.”
His eyes darkened, and he pulled his arm from behind her waist, placed his hand over her sternum and pushed her backward. She flopped on the bed, arms and legs splayed. The chain, connecting the clamps, bounced, and the weight tugged at her nipples, making her squirm.
Ivy pushed up on her elbows and shifted to close her legs. But Will stepped between them and slowly shook his head. “Want to be able to get at every bit of you.”
His need-roughened voice settled low in her body, and her pussy clenched at the sound of it. Hard again, his cock jutted out thickly from his groin, and he toed off his shoes then shoved down his jeans and boxers, baring himself entirely to her.
He stared, his gaze traveling the length of her. “Should have bought you some cuffs,” he muttered. “We’ll have to fix that.” He studied her a moment more then added, “Hands behind your back for now.”
She wiggled into the position he wanted, more than a little aware that it thrust her breasts upward.
“Perfect,” he murmured as he dragged the flogger over the inside of her calves.
Without warning, he snapped his wrist, bringing the leather tails down against the tops of her thighs. It didn’t really hurt, but a startled squeak escaped her, nonetheless. The impact was more of a surprise than anything.
She watched him through slitted eyes as he snapped the fronds across her belly, then her breasts. The strips of leather hitting her clamp-swollen nipples had her arching off the bed, chasing the pain-tinged pleasure as she cried out. “God, Will, yes.”
“More?”
“More. Please, more. Please,” she groaned.
He let the flogger fall across her chest and neck, then her breasts until
she was writhing beneath the lashes, begging and pleading for more, hovering on the edge of a release so intense she could barely catch her breath. Finally, he moved to the inside of her thighs. It was impossible not to notice the sound of leather smacking against wet flesh. And just as impossible to ignore the more intense sting of damp leather across her nipples.
Kneeing her legs farther apart, he let the fronds slap sharply against her pussy—over and over until she was coming. She couldn’t control her screaming any more than she could control the orgasm that tore through her—twisting and twining as her entire body shook and writhed under his touch.
Chapter Twenty-Two
If Will hadn’t just shot his load down Ivy’s throat a short while earlier, the sight of her coming apart under his flogger would have made him explode. He knew without a doubt that he would have ended up spurting all over her thighs and pussy. It was too fucking close as it was.
Eyes squeezed shut, sweat damp hair clinging to her face, and lash-pinkened skin, she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. He could have gone harder on her, but he’d wanted to ease her into it. He never imagined she’d come like this. Not the first time, anyway. Now, he just wanted more.
Dropping the flogger next to her on the bed, he leaned over her and suckled a still-clamped nipple. Her hips lifted instinctively into him, her wet heat sliding against his aching cock. Fuck. He wanted to push into her so badly. He’d never forgotten the feel of her slick heat without the barrier of a condom, and god damn it, he wanted that again. He wanted that with her.
Ivy arched, shoving her breast against his mouth. He needed to remove the clamps. He suspected she wouldn’t be happy about it, but it had been long enough for the first time.
He flicked his tongue over the taut bud in his mouth then pulled off. “Time to get these off, love.”
“Don’t wanna,” she muttered.
“Hold your breath.” The sensation of blood rushing back into the compressed tissue would be momentarily painful, but so worth it for the increased sensitivity. And holding her breath would definitely distract her.
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