Sinners on Tour

by Olivia Cunning

  released a little gasp of excitement.

  She stopped to stand before him and trailed the dangling ends of the flail over his flat belly.

  “So you think my pussy is yours, do you?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Since it’s between my legs, don’t you think I should decide who it belongs to?”

  “I already know,” he said. “It’s mine.”

  She snapped her wrist, and the flail slapped his chest. He bit his bottom lip, but didn’t jerk or make a sound. He just stared at her with those dreamy chocolate-brown eyes of his.

  “You may touch it only when I allow it,” she said.

  “Which is whenever I want,” he said, lifting a brow at her in challenge.

  Completely true, but only because she always wanted him. Always. Two years in his arms, his bed, and she still always wanted him.

  “And what would you do if I said no?” she asked, cracking the flail against his belly. “Take what you wanted anyway?”

  “No, I’d pleasure you until you thought it was your idea, until you submitted to me.”

  Submit? She hit his chest twice with her flail for his audacity.

  “I never submit,” she said, knowing it was a lie. “Not to you. Not to anyone.”

  He chuckled. “Maybe you can claim you’ve never submitted to anyone before me, just as I never submitted to anyone before you, but we both know I let you dominate when it suits me.”

  “You’re trying to get a rise out of me, Mr. Seymour,” she said.

  He chuckled again. “Only because you’re not hitting me hard enough yet.”

  So she remedied that situation until his entire chest and belly were crisscrossed with red lash marks and his fly was about to burst under the strain of his erection. When she took a step back to catch her breath and allow him to experience the sting in his flesh, he moaned in torment. Not because he wanted her to stop, but because she was only giving him half of what he really wanted. He preferred his pain served with a contrasting dose of pleasure.

  “Please, Mistress,” he whispered and rubbed a hand over his crotch. His abs clenched in excitement, and his eyelashes fluttered as he got his first taste of pleasure.

  She lashed at the back of his wrist in warning. “Don’t touch it until I give you permission.”

  When he unfastened his fly and the thick, hard length of his cock sprang free of his jeans, Aggie’s pussy clenched, and her pelvis jerked involuntarily in his direction, which threw her shoulders back to lift her breasts high. Yes, she wanted him, but for fuck’s sake, she couldn’t let him know that yet. He bit his lower lip and stared into her eyes as he gently wrapped a hand around his cock and skimmed his palm down its length. The look of rapture that came over his gorgeous face almost made Aggie regret that she’d have to punish him for disobeying. Almost.

  She turned her back on him—because watching that man pleasure himself always made her weak and horny—and went back to her suitcase for more supplies. He obviously needed to be restrained and then tortured with pleasure, but not in the way he expected.

  He didn’t resist when she fastened the leather cuffs around his wrists, or when she used long straps to secure his right cuff to one post at the head of the four-poster bed and his other arm to the post at the opposite end. His cock stood rigid just above the mattress, and his bare back was exposed for her to work her magic.

  “Did you ask my permission to touch yourself?” she asked near his ear, the tips of her breasts just grazing the skin of his back. She fought the urge to grind her body against his, because then he’d know how much she wanted him already, and they were still playing games.

  “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his tone full of challenge. The man knew how to get her worked up and exactly how to top her from the bottom. But she had a surprise in store for him.

  She slid down his back, rubbing her nipples against his skin as she squatted. She jerked his jeans down to his knees to expose his ass. Her breath caught as its perfection came into view. She massaged his firm cheeks for the sheer pleasure of it. God, she loved this man’s ass. She almost hated to cause it pain. Almost.

  He tensed when the first blow of the paddle landed on his cheek. She purposely struck him way below his tolerance for pain. In fact, for someone who got off on pain as much as Jace did, her blows were probably more annoying than stimulating.

  “Harder,” he pleaded.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  She grinned, feeling a bit evil for tormenting him. Much more evil than she ever felt when she was delivering the pain he craved. “You’re being punished, so no, I won’t hit you harder.”

  “Please.”

  “You know I love it when you beg, baby,” she said. And she was certain he’d be doing a lot of begging by the time she was finished with him. She paused to squirt lube on her fingers and rubbed them over his ass, making him nice and slippery. He went completely still.

  “Aggie, what are you doing?”

  “Whatever the fuck I want to do,” she said.

  “Don’t you dare put anything in my ass,” he said, fighting his restraints now.

  The bed shook and creaked as he yanked on the straps, but they held.

  “Oh, I dare, baby. You should know better than to challenge me.”

  She inserted her index finger into the ring at the base of a curved rubber tool. It was only a few inches long and very slender. She doubted he’d be able to feel it except where she wanted him to feel it.

  “Aggie!” he said as she slipped the prostate stimulator inside him.

  Apparently he’d been expecting her to ram a ten-inch phallus up there, because his body went limp with relief. He remained relaxed until she began to move the tool inside him, and then he began to twitch.

  “Oh,” he gasped. “What are you… Mmm.”

  She continued to stimulate him internally while she used her free hand to smack his bare ass. Her palm tingled each time it connected with his flesh. When he began to rock his hips involuntarily, she moved up close against his back and peered over his shoulder to check his level of excitement. His cock was as hard as granite, flushed darker than the rest of his skin. Tortuous veins coursed along the entire shaft, and the tip glistened with moisture. He was seeping so much pre-cum that it was dripping. She’d never wanted to drive his cock into the achiness between her legs so badly before in her life. But she was in control here. She wouldn’t shatter that illusion just yet.

  “If I let your arms loose right now, would you touch yourself?” she asked.

  “God, yes,” he groaned.

  “Then you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

  She rubbed his lower belly, delighting in how his cock jerked each time she came within inches of touching it.

  “I wonder if I can make you come without touching your cock at all,” she said, increasing the speed at which she moved the stimulator inside him.

  He cried out, and she craned her neck to find his eyes squeezed tightly shut. She grinned deviously and then smacked his ass. His body tensed, and he whimpered.

  “I’ve learned my lesson,” he said. “Oh God. Please don’t make me come this way. I won’t touch it. I don’t even want to touch it.”

  “Liar.”

  “I want you to touch it,” he said with a groan.

  She could have released his restraints then, but she knew if she did, he’d be fucking her the instant he was free and the power would tip in his direction. She wasn’t quite ready to give up her power to him just yet.

  She pulled the stimulator free of his body and tossed it into the garbage. She took a moment to clean his ass, knowing how distracted he’d be by the wetness; she wanted his concentration on her.

  Jace glanced over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

  She shrugged, slipped her panties off, and wearing her thigh-high boots but nothing else, climbed onto the bed in front of him. “We came here to nap, right?�
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  She curled up on the mattress, snuggled into a pillow, and closed her eyes.

  “You cannot leave me like this, Aggie,” Jace said.

  She opened her eyes and stared at his enormous cock.

  “I do want you inside me,” she said. “Jace.”

  “Yes.”

  “But I don’t want you to fuck me right now.”

  “Huh?”

  “I’m still craving control.”

  “So take it,” he said between clenched teeth. “Do with it what you will, but for fuck’s sake, Aggie, don’t leave me like this.”

  Aggie shifted onto her back and opened her legs, scooting on the mattress until her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed and Jace’s slim hips were between her thighs. She reached for his cock and the instant she touched him, he sucked a tortured breath between clenched teeth. She rubbed his head against her clit, sighing in bliss.

  He backed away from her slightly, and she scooted even closer toward the edge of the bed.

  “I want inside you so bad right now,” he said, moving his hips to try to direct his cock into her body.

  She slipped his head down into her opening, and he stepped forward, sliding deeper.

  “Wait,” she said.

  She sat up on the edge of the bed, the only contact between them her hand on his shaft and his cockhead buried just inside.

  “Allow me,” she said.

  “To?”

  “Control.”

  She released his solid length and gripped his hips, directing him closer. Deeper. His breath came out in a hot huff against her hair. Hands on his hips, she guided him out and then in again, deeper this time. Deeper. She encouraged him to rotate his hips, then draw out again, and press in, deeper still. Under the instructive touch of her hand, he made love to her slow and deep—exactly how she wanted him to take her. Exactly.

  She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feel of him inside her. Thick and hard. Filling her. Stretching her. Rubbing her oh so right.

  “You don’t have to restrain me to have this kind of control,” he whispered.

  She didn’t want to discuss or debate, she just wanted to feel. She slid one hand to rest on the upper curve of his tight little ass and pressed down to encourage him to tilt his hips, take her at a different angle. Drive deeper and rub within her there, right there. Oh yes, Jace. There. Moaning with pleasure, she rubbed her face over his bare chest. Higher. Higher he pulled her toward bliss.

  “Aggie?”

  Her back arched as she found her peak, waves of rapture clenching deep within her. She pushed him into her—balls deep—and rocked with him, intensifying her orgasm until her entire body was quaking with release. Spent, she collapsed back on the bed, trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

  “Have I been doing it wrong all this time?” Jace asked.

  Her eyes flew open, and she lifted her head to look at him standing between her legs—still buried inside her. Still restrained. “Of course not!” she said. “Why would you even think that?”

  He shrugged and averted his gaze. It was never her intention to hurt him on the inside, no matter how much pain she inflicted on his flesh. She forced her weary body to sit up and wrapped her arms around him. She thought carefully about the words she wanted to say, because she’d made him vulnerable. She knew from past experience how hard it was for him to allow her to see that vulnerability.

  “I shouldn’t have used you like that,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  He relaxed into her. His still-rigid cock slid deeper. “Don’t be sorry. I just… when you get me all worked up like that, I always want to fuck your brains out until I explode. I never even considered that what you needed was something entirely different.”

  “I like it when you fuck my brains out,” she assured him. “I just…” She wasn’t sure how to explain it to him without making herself vulnerable. Because even though she trusted him enough to allow him to see that vulnerability in her, she sure as hell didn’t like to feel that way. “Being your wife,” she said. “Certain expectations.” Hell, she was really blundering this. How could she explain without hurting him?

  “You don’t want to be my wife?”

  She smacked his ass none-too-playfully. “Never think that again, much less say it.”

  “I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”

  She laughed, the movement allowing her to feel exactly how deep her lover was buried within her.

  “I know it’s stupid, but to me, the word wife just rubs me the wrong way. Like in the traditional ceremony when the vows are sealed with man and wife. Why not husband and woman?”

  “This day and age, they do say husband and wife,” he said.

  “Yeah, but why not wife and husband? Wife always comes second.”

  “Aggie, I think you’re overreacting. Nothing is meant by it.”

  “So why is the woman expected to take the man’s name? Why didn’t you offer to take my last name?”

  “I thought you wanted to hyphenate your name.”

  “I do,” she said. “But you didn’t hyphenate yours.”

  “So you associate the word wife with a submissive role.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

  “You realize that’s a strange thing to think when you have your soon-to-be husband tied to the bedposts, don’t you?”

  She chuckled. “I know you understand our dynamic, but others? Others expect me to fall into a certain role as your wife.”

  He snorted. “Since when do you give a fuck about doing what others expect of you?”

  “Since never.”

  “So where is this coming from?”

  “I don’t know. I promised myself that I’d never get married. Never give myself to a man.”

  “So you think you’ll regret marrying me?”

  “No. No, Jace! I won’t regret it. I just want to feel like I’m still in control of my life.”

  “You know I won’t stand in your way. I’ll support you no matter what. You know that.”

  She snuggled against him. “I know. It’s me who’s struggling with this. You’re perfect.”

  He chuckled against her hair. “Hardly.”

  “You are,” she whispered. “I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

  And maybe that was what was really bothering her. They were so meshed at this point in their relationship that she wasn’t solely her own person anymore. Part of her identity would always be known as Jace’s woman. His wife. Ugh, that word.

  “Release me, Aggie,” he said. “I want to show you something.”

  “What is it?”

  “I could tell you, but you know I’m not good with words. Let me show you.”

  Curious about what he could possibly want to show her—and more than a little excited about the prospect—she reached for the cuff on his left wrist. She couldn’t quite reach it and keep him buried inside her, so she scooted back, surprised by how rock hard he still was as his cock popped free of her body.

  He closed his eyes and groaned. “It will be a true test of my restraint not to fuck you hard and fast as soon as I’m free.”

  She grinned, thinking she wouldn’t mind it so much, but she didn’t let him know that. She liked it when he struggled for control. They both had a certain obsession with being in control at all times—self-control and, in her case, control of others. It was why their relationship was always challenging and exciting. The kind of relationship they both needed to be satisfied.

  The buckle on his cuff came free and he rotated his shoulder to get full mobility in his arm as she worked on unfastening his other cuff. Once both of his arms were free, she looked at him in anticipation. He didn’t jump her bones as she’d expected, he simply stared at her as he stretched his arms over his head, drawing her attention to his well-muscled chest, cut abs, and that huge fucking cock of his. She was more than ready for him to pound her with it
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