by BETH KERY
“Lin?” he called.
“I’m back here,” came her clear voice from the direction of the master bedroom suite.
He exhaled in relief. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Anticipation started to build in him as he finally loosened the restraining bow tie. He washed up in the bathroom. When he walked into the bedroom, he froze in the act of unfastening the second button on his shirt. Lin stood by the side of the four-poster bed. She wore not only the lace and silk black gown he’d bought her, but also a thick leather cuff on both wrists and ankles. His cock swelled tight in automatic appreciation.
She’d brushed her lustrous hair so that it fell in loose waves down her back and one shoulder. The gown fit her like it’d been made for her; the lace clinging tightly to her slender rib cage and emphasizing her thrusting breasts. The top curves of her breasts were left exposed, the firm, feminine flesh looking like a delectable, erotic feast. He’d been right. The vision of her lithesome, graceful limbs and pale, smooth skin contrasting with the thick leather cuffs acted like a shock to his system, tensing his muscles, making his blood flow fast and hot, readying him in an instant.
He walked toward her, his gaze unwavering. He whipped off his bow tie and tossed it in the direction of an armchair. She wore that sober, watchful expression that always killed him a little, her large, lustrous eyes drawing him in like magnets.
“You look like something out of a dream,” he said.
A small smile curved her lips. “A good one, I hope.”
“The best.” He stepped forward and reached for one of her hands. He drew it out into an extended position. The skin on her inner arms was especially pale and vulnerable looking next to the thick cuff. He placed his hand beneath her elbow, lifting her arm, and lowered his head. He pressed her lips to the satiny patch of warm skin on the underside of her elbow, moving his head slightly, absorbing the exquisite softness of her skin. She gasped softly when he pressed the tip of his tongue to her fluttering pulse, tasting her.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, straightening. “I’ve never told you, but I think it every time I look at you.”
Her small smile faded. It suddenly struck him how intense he’d sounded. He gave a small shrug and gently placed her hand back by her side. “I just thought you should know,” he said, removing his tux jacket and hanging it on the corner of the chair.
“Thank you,” she said somberly, watching him. He sat briefly, removing his shoes and socks. The skin of his chest, belly, and arms prickled beneath her stare a moment later when he hastily removed his dress shirt. He started to walk to her, but she met him halfway, her arms encircling his neck. He brought her against him, his hands opening at the small of her silk-covered back. She lifted her face, her lush mouth calling to him. Earlier when they’d talked and made love in front of the mirror, he’d never kissed her. That deprivation cut at him now, swelling his desire. He nipped at her pink lips briefly before he fell on her, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, drowning in her. God, he loved her mouth. She moaned and kissed him back with equal fervor, her supple body molding tight against him, the sensation of her firm breasts and hard, lace-covered nipples pressing against his bare chest, fevering him.
He lifted his head from the sweet heat of her mouth a moment later. He placed his open hands on either side of her jaw and met her dark-eyed stare.
“Can I restrain you to the bed?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation, but he noticed the flicker of anxiety in her eyes. He caressed her cheeks and forehead with his fingertips. “I am going to use your gifts on you,” he said honestly. “But I’m not going to do anything until you’re ready. We’re both going to find out what you like and don’t like, do you understand? You have to tell me.”
“I understand. I’m not afraid,” she whispered. He bent to kiss her mouth yet again, touched by her courage and honesty.
She’d placed the bag of things from E at the foot of the bed. He found the restraint straps and attached them to the four corner posters, gauging how much length he needed from Lin’s height. “Come over here,” he beckoned to her when he’d finished. He turned to her when she approached, smiling for reassurance. “I’m going to take off your pretty gown,” he murmured, “and then you can lie down on your back. I want you to be comfortable.”
She nodded, her big eyes glued to his face. He ran his hands along her soft shoulders, rolling back the thin straps. When he lowered the straps to her arms, anticipation cutting at him, she started to draw through her hands, assisting him.
“No,” he said, meeting her stare. She slowly dropped her hands to her sides. “Give me this pleasure. I want to undress you. I want to control every move, because I want to own every gasp you make, every shiver, and every second of your pleasure. You may think that’s selfish. Maybe it is, because I plan to guide you to heaven, and if I do my job, I will have found it, too. Do you understand?”
He felt a shudder go through her now and savored it.
“Yes. I understand,” she said, her voice stronger than before.
He nodded his head and continued his precious mission, lowering the straps, revealing her ripe, succulent breasts, taut belly, and round hips. She wore no panties. His nostrils flared hungrily at the sight of her smooth labia tucked between pale, shapely thighs. As always, seeing her exposed had an almost cruel effect it was so sharp. His cock gave a vicious lurch against the confines of his boxer briefs and pants. The gown slipped down her legs to pool at her feet.
He took her hand and she stepped out of it, nude save the leather cuffs.
“Lie down on your back on the bed, but I want your head at the foot,” he said quietly, pointing at the foot of the bed. He saw her eyes widen slightly at that, but she followed his direction nonetheless. When she’d taken the position, he methodically began to attach the straps to her leather cuffs, tightening the restraints and checking with her to make sure she was snug but comfortable.
When he finished binding her last ankle, he straightened and looked at her, taking a moment to fully appreciate her beauty. She lay naked with her legs spread and her arms outstretched toward the lower bedposts. He could easily see her pink pussy, the lush color and delicate shell-like shape of it so exquisite next to her pale, smooth thighs. The bed possessed a carved headboard but no footboard. Her dark hair lay in a cloud around her shoulders and head, strands of it falling off the end of the mattress. She was so stunning, so tempting, that it hurt him to look at her, but it was an ache he would never forsake.
The loveliest things of all were her eyes. He sensed a thread of anxiety in her gaze, but desire and trust trumped her uncertainty by far.
“You’re sure you’re comfortable?” he asked.
She nodded, her gaze never leaving his face. He put his hands on the mattress and started to join her on the bed. “Then let’s begin, mon petit chaton,” he whispered roughly.
• • •
A thrill of excitement and trepidation like she’d never known before went through her at Kam’s words combined with the vision of him coming onto the bed on his hands and knees, lean, bulging muscles rippling, his manner reminding her more acutely than ever of a stalking predator. Perhaps he saw some of her anxiety after he’d straddled her body, because his brows quirked slightly as he watched her face. She wasn’t afraid of him, she was just nervous about her reaction to being bound . . . to sacrificing control. Being completely restrained didn’t frighten her—she believed Kam when he’d said he would stop their play at her request. It was just that she didn’t know what to expect of herself. The anticipation and the anxiety had her drawn tight as a piano string.
“Shhh,” he soothed, searching her face, even though she hadn’t made a sound. He must have seen her nerves. “I’m just going to kiss you,” he murmured. He lowered. She exhaled with an expulsion of pent-up tension at the sensation o
f his big, solid body pressing her down into the mattress. He leaned on one elbow, keeping his upper body weight off her, his long legs between her spread ones. His bare lower belly pressed against her mons, the pressure on her aroused sex feeling delicious.
And she was aroused despite her uncertainty. She had been ever since she’d buckled the leather straps around her ankles and wrists and felt their strangely erotic weight. Prisoner. Slave. The words had popped into her head at the vision of the thick black cuffs, both embarrassing and enticing her.
She looked into Kam’s gleaming eyes as he brushed her hair off her temple and cradled her jaw in a possessive, prizing gesture. If she was a prisoner, it wasn’t to him alone. She was ensnared by her own need, by this heady, singular desire for Kam. It was the sweetest trap, and one of her choosing.
He lowered slowly, his gaze fixed to her mouth. And yet it was her brow that he kissed. At his silent bidding, she closed her eyelids and let him kiss her there, her held breath burning in her lungs. He paid tribute to her temple, cheek and nose, his lips so firm and warm and patient, that by the time he landed on her sensitive lips, she gasped and trembled.
He kissed her for long, delicious minutes, his manner so deliberate, his intensity so great, that she found her tension melting, her sex turning to warm, sweet syrup beneath the pressure of his body. Her world became Kam and his deep, sensual kiss.
“Oh,” she sighed when he plucked at her lips with a lazy hunger she loved. “That was nice.”
He molded her moving lips to his. “Everything about you is perfect, but I could live on your mouth alone.”
“I would never deprive you in such a way,” she whispered, kissing him back feverishly.
“Because all of you is mine?” he asked gruffly, kissing her jaw and neck.
“Yes. Yes,” she chanted mindlessly as he took one of her breasts into his palm and squeezed gently. Her breath caught in her lungs as he lowered, her anticipation sharp. She gasped when he took the sensitive crest into his mouth, sucking and laving the nipple with his stiff tongue. She moaned, her hips shifting instinctively, but between the restraints and Kam’s weight, she was trapped . . . exactly where she wanted to be.
Suddenly he made a growling noise in his throat, a thrilling mixture of frustration and arousal. He scooted his knees up on the bed, kneeling over her. He placed his hands on the outsides of her breasts, pushing them together, his face between them, his growl vibrating into her flesh. He lifted his head and began kissing and licking both nipples at once. Lin whimpered not only at his rough, sweet treatment, but also at his intensity. “Your breasts make me crazy. I will turn your bottom red sometime for putting them on display in that dress tonight.”
Her clit twanged in arousal. She moaned, feeling bereft of his weight on her pussy, even though his massaging palms and avid sucking on her nipples went a long way to make her forget.
“You didn’t like the dress?” she asked shakily.
“No. I loved it,” he corrected, his mouth lowering to her rib cage. He continued to shape her breasts to his palms as he kissed and scraped his teeth along her sides, causing her skin to roughen and ripples of pleasure to run through her. She found the vision of his masculine hands, molding and squeezing the captive flesh unbearably arousing. Lin pulled at her arm restraints, another jolt of excitement going through her at the stark evidence that she was bound, unable to escape the pleasure he gave her so knowingly.
“But you would punish me for it still?” she asked tremulously.
He lifted his head and speared her with his stare. She licked at the corner of her mouth nervously.
“Did you wear the dress because you knew I’d be forced to sit next to you all night and make small talk about business plans and the opera? Did you do it to torture me, knowing I could look, but not touch these?” he asked, squeezing her breasts in his hands.
“Of course not,” she exclaimed. His stare didn’t relent. “Maybe a little,” she admitted after a moment.
“So you deserve a little punishment?”
Heat rushed through her pussy at the combination of his words and his small, sexy smile.
“Yes,” she whispered, aroused by their exchange. “I deserve it.”
He released her breasts and reached for the bag at the corner of the bed. She watched him take out both the bullet vibrator and the flogger, her breath becoming more erratic still. He removed the vibrator from the box and set it on the mattress. He came up over her on his hands and knees, and then gripped the leather handle of the flogger. Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears. She stared up at the awesome sight of him, her gaze sticking on the obvious shape of his erection pressing against the crotch of his black tuxedo pants. He ran the suede lashes of the flogger along the sensitive skin at the side of her rib cage. She gasped. Her moist nipples ached.
“How does it feel?” he asked, watching her as he ran the tails over her belly.
Naughty. Exciting. “Good,” she said shakily.
He moved back, kneeling between her spread thighs. He quickly, efficiently added some length to her ankle straps and then propped her hips up by sliding his knees and lower thighs behind her buttocks. Her ass was raised off the bed several inches, her pussy angled upward. She saw his small smile and knew he liked the position. Heat rushed through her when she realized how exposed her pussy was to him.
He picked up the flogger again, his free hand cradling her hip in a possessive gesture.
He ran the tails along her sides, causing goose bumps to rise along her skin. The little lashes glided just beneath her breasts and down to her belly and then skimmed her hip. She bit off a moan when he dragged the soft lashes over her pelvis, a stray lash licking over her labia.
“You’re teasing me,” she moaned.
“Just like you teased me all night. But this isn’t teasing. I’m just warming up.” Her hips wriggled on his thighs in acute arousal. He lifted the flogger and brought it down on her hip, the tails giving her a stinging caress.
“Oh.”
“Bad or good?” he asked tautly.
“Good.”
His nostrils flared. He lifted the lash again and brought it down on her belly. She gasped.
“Does it sting or does it hurt?” he asked, and she recognized that he wanted her honest answer. He was trying to read her.
“It doesn’t hurt. It prickles and burns and—” she broke off when he brought down the lash on the side of her waist.
“What?” he demanded, sensually sliding the tails along the lower curves of her breasts.
“It feels exciting,” she said in a choked voice.
He snarled. The next thing she knew, he was putting his hands on her hips and pulling her toward him at the same time he scooted under her farther. When she settled, his thighs were firmly under her and her bottom sat directly in his lap. Her mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock throbbing next to her ass, her spread pussy pressing tight against his waistband.
“There we go,” he muttered thickly, sounding pleased. His gaze toured her naked, bound body with undisguised greed. “Now I’ve got you where I want you, spread out before me like a delicious feast.”
Lin shifted her ass uncontrollably, wild at the sensation of his flagrant erection beneath her. She stilled and held her breath when he lifted the flogger.
Chapter Fourteen
The suede lashes fell on the tender skin of her inner thigh. Arousal shot through her, hot and forbidden. Instead of keeping her from squirming, she wriggled more, stimulating her spread sex and grinding against Kam’s erection.
He gritted his teeth and brought down the flogger with more force than ever before on her hip. It made a whooshing noise as it flew through the air and landed with a burst of sensation. The lingering afterburn seemed to magically transfer to her clit, making it sizzle next to Kam’s waistband.
“Ooh” popped
out of her throat. She thrust her hips against him.
“Keep still,” he warned, spreading his hand along the very top of her thigh and gripping her in place. She bit her lip, willing herself not to grind up against him, which is all she wanted to do at that moment. He watched her closely as he ran the suede tails over her ribs and then the lower part of her breasts. A moan broke free when one of the lashes accidentally tickled an erect nipple. He ran the flogger over her chest and shoulders and down the sides of her body. It was driving her mad.
“That’s right. Keep very still. Focus on how it feels and tell me,” he murmured.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to shut out the eroticism of what was happening to her. The vision only made her want to squirm against Kam more. “The tails feels soft. Exciting. When you . . . lash me, it sets the nerves on fire. It makes me crave . . .” she whispered.
The flogger landed on her hip. She gasped.
“More” popped out of her throat.
“Like this?” He lightly lashed at her belly, leaving her skin tingling.
“Yes.” He brought the flogger down several more times on her hip, belly, thighs and the sides of her buttocks. It sensitized her skin, making it tingle and prickle like a dark caress, but what it did to her pussy was unprecedented. She’d never burned so greatly from an indirect touch. The experience was so much more intense than she’d ever imagined.
The tails struck with more force against her heaving rib cage. She instinctively arched her back, offering the tender flesh of her breasts to the lash. Kam made a rough noise in his throat.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded roughly.
She opened her eyes and stared at Kam with wonder. His features looked as hard and strained as the rest of his beautiful body; his gaze was fierce, scoring her even more greatly than the flogger. “Do you want me to flog your pretty breasts?”
