by Sienna Snow
“I’m close. Make me come, Ari.” His inflexible grip clenched in my hair, sending a shot of fire and exhilaration through my scalp.
His words increased the desire flooding my pussy. I squirmed a little, trying to alleviate the need pulsating deep inside me.
“Ari…” he called as he came. He shuddered and groaned loudly as jets of cum shot to the back of my throat.
I swallowed and drank every drop he released, savoring his essence. His grip loosened from my hair and he gently withdrew from my mouth, tucking his now-soft cock back into his pants. I remained kneeling but weak from my exertion and the desire coursing through my body. My breath remained ragged, and I started to sit down.
Max steadied me and knelt in front of me, drawing me toward him and kissing me softly, sucking my lower lip into his mouth. He nuzzled the side of my face and cradled me in his arms. His fingers loosened the ties on my arms, allowing me some freedom, but he kept my wrists bound. He massaged my shoulders, making sure the circulation returned. This tender side of him was unexpected.
Is he trying to keep me off balance? My shields will break if he keeps this up.
Where was the Max of five years ago, the one who wouldn’t stop his assault on the senses until he was good and ready?
I scanned his green eyes, not hiding my confusion. He gave me a knowing smile and kissed me again.
“Now your turn.”
He picked me up with little effort and carried me over to the large leather sofa. He set me on my back and I waited. My hands rested at my lower back, forcing my hips slightly up.
He sat back and drank in the sight of me. “Oh Arya, you have no idea how amazing you look lying there for me.”
His fingers trailed across the fullness of my bust before he lowered the cups of my corset, exposing my aching breasts. He knelt on the floor, squeezed my mounds, and took one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth. He laved attention until I cried out, then he shifted to the other, sucking and teasing his warm tongue over it. I moaned when he stood and walked away, but he returned with a small piece of ice in his mouth and resumed his ministrations.
His cold tongue flicked back and forth on my sensitized nipples and then circled the peaks. I cried out, arching my back, desperate for the exquisite agony to continue. His hand slipped down my chest, over my stomach, and between my thighs, pushing them open. His fingers grazed my black lace-covered clit as his mouth continued tormenting my swollen nipples.
I moaned, “Please.” But I didn’t know for what I begged.
He smiled against my nipples. “Is there something you want me to do?”
“I want your mouth on me.”
He continued teasing my clit with his fingers.
“Where do you want my mouth? Remember, I can’t tend to you unless you tell me what you need.”
How could I have forgotten? Max loved forcing me to voice my desires, even to my embarrassment.
“I want your mouth on my pussy, please, Sir, now,” I begged.
“Your wish is my command.” His mouth followed the path of his hand, stopping at the bottom of the corset top, just above my mound. I stiffened, and for a split second, fear invaded my mind. If he unlaced the top, he would see the scars.
“Relax, Ari. I want to remove this sexy thong so nothing is in between my mouth and your swollen, tasty pussy.” He nudged the flimsy straps of my thong down my hips but left them near my knees. His breath heated my labia, and my stomach quivered in anticipation. He used his fingers to spread my folds wide, and the stubble on his chin grazed my clit.
I cried out at the exquisite torture, and then his tongue pressed in. I lost all sense of time and place. The only thing my body could do was feel. Max’s tongue pistoned in and out of me as I bucked, and he slid his fingers deep into my channel, pushing against my G-spot.
“Oh yes, that’s the sound I want to hear,” he murmured and continued his ministrations to my aching core.
I struggled against the ribbon holding my wrists. My fingers curled in the leather of the sofa as he rubbed my clit with his tongue and pumped deeper with his fingers. He fucked me, stretching me wide until I yearned for his cock.
“I know what you want, but not until you give me what I want. Come for me, Arya. Come.”
On command, I cried out his name, as stars exploded behind my eyes. I clenched my teeth shut, trying desperately not to make too loud a sound, but to no avail. The orgasm tore through me, and I erupted in the throes of complete bliss.
As my mind still reeled from my orgasm, Max untied my wrists and carried me to another room. My back hit the softness of a bed as my body finally came down from its spasms.
“Now we’ll play our first game,” Max said. He walked out of the room and reappeared with the chest. He set it on the floor at the foot of the bed and from its contents selected a silver chain with small screw clamps on each end and a black butt plug.
I swallowed down the apprehension coursing through me as a new level of awareness settled in my gut. Five years ago, I’d played about every scene imaginable, including anal, but now the thought of it frightened me.
“I know what you’re focused on. I won’t push you tonight. It’s to help train your passage.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Max leaned over me and took one nipple into his mouth. I arched at the intense pleasure but then cried out as an intense pain shot through me. Max’s gaze met mine as I gasped in air, and he smiled as he adjusted the jeweled clamp against my tender nipple. The dizziness cleared and left a dull sensual throb.
“One down and one to go.”
I whimpered but didn’t cry out as he repeated the process on the other bud, leaving my sensitive breasts aching and my core clenching from the arousal he’d heightened.
“Turn around and lay with your hands stretched out above your head and your feet tucked under you. I want that beautiful pussy and ass lifted for my viewing pleasure.”
As I followed his directions, the beads hanging on the chain that connected my clamps swayed back and forth on my pinched nipples. Each movement of my body as it shifted sent a simultaneous wave of discomfort and gratification through me. My face rested against the soft silk sheets and the smell of spiced cologne and crisp linen filled my nose.
Max’s scent. This wasn’t the playroom, as I’d thought. It was his bedroom. No matter what walls I put up, he was determined to push past them. By bringing me into his private space, he knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my emotions at a distance.
Oh, Max. How am I going to resist you?
He took my hands, grasped them firmly above my head, and tied them with straps attached to the headboard. Another spasm rippled through my sex.
“Beautiful. I’ve dreamed about you in this exact position.” He ran his palm down my spine and stopped above my right butt cheek. “This is new. A phoenix. The symbol of life and rebirth.”
He traced the mythical bird I’d had tattooed on myself years ago. I bit my lip and prayed he wouldn’t ask me about it. This wasn’t the time or place to discuss the ink.
“Stay like that. I’ll be back in a moment.”
I sighed in relief.
Wait a second. Where the hell is he going?
The door clicked shut, and complete silence filled the bedroom. Being alone meant I had time to think. This was not good.
Patience, Arya.
Something Max told me repeatedly I lacked when he first introduced me to this lifestyle.
With my body stretched out and my ass in the air, my wetness cooled as it slid down my legs. I needed to rub my thighs and relieve some of the desire pulsating in me.
Would he know if I moved?
Of course he would. I couldn’t remember an instance when he hadn’t noticed. Besides, the punishment wasn’t worth the defiance. Max would bring me to the verge of orgasm and refuse to send me over until I begged him to let me come. I moaned aloud at the memory.
How long would he make me wait? It felt like I’d been in this damn positio
n forever. I adjusted my head slightly to glimpse at the door.
“Didn’t I say to stay still?” The crack of Max’s hand coming down on my bottom shocked me into jolting forward.
Fuck! He was still in the room.
A second smack landed on the other cheek. I crunched my eyes and breathed through the contact.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I hissed out.
Max massaged the spots where his hand had landed. “I’m surprised you didn’t move sooner. Now count. We’ll begin with ten, and I’ll include the first two since we are, in a sense, starting your training over.”
His palm struck down in a whisper but with an undeniable sting.
“Three.” I drew a shaky breath and prepared for the next strike.
The fourth hit landed to the side of my labia, sending a spasm into my core. By the time I called out ten, I was ready to surrender to the affliction of pain and bliss. Tears ran out of my eyes, but I craved more.
A bottle clicked open and then Max was rubbing a cool, medicated cloth against my burning behind. “I’m sorry, Ari. I hadn’t planned on pushing you this far so soon.”
My heart ached from the regret in his voice. I held my position, keeping my face pressed into the bed. “I’m fine, Sir. I’d forgotten how exhilarating it could be. I didn’t expect to fall into the trance so fast.”
One of Max’s palms slid down my back and between my folds. “You’re soaked. Did the waiting arouse you or the spanking?”
“Both.”
His fingers teased my opening but never drove deeper. I lifted against him, the need he aroused overwhelming me.
He pulled back abruptly. “You come when I say. I hold the reins here, Arya.”
He used the voice again. The one that sent heat firing throughout me.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered.
His hand returned to my center, but this time there was no teasing. He collected my wetness and brought it to my puckered opening. I contracted my cheeks in immediate response.
“Relax. I’ve already told you, I’m preparing you tonight. I’ll save that sweet hole of yours for another time.”
I unclenched as warmed lube soothed my muscles, and Max’s finger pressed its way in. A slow burn seared my opening until my tension eased. He inched deeper and deeper. Another digit joined the first, and he drummed in and out until I cried out from the sensation. I arched my body, but my tied arms kept me from moving too much.
My core contracted, and I forced myself away from going over. Unless Max approved, I wasn’t allowed to come.
“Please,” I cried.
“Not yet.”
He continued holding me on the cusp, and then all of the sudden, his finger withdrew and something solid slid into me. It gradually stretched me until the intense pressure was almost unbearable. Sweat broke out over my forehead, and I gritted my teeth against the clenching discomfort.
Max took the restraints off my arms and turned me over. He spread my legs apart and his mouth descended onto my swollen nub. “Now you can come.”
My hand grasped his hair and I convulsed against his mouth and the plug, crying out his name.
As I cascaded down from my free fall, Max parted my wet folds and bathed the head of his cock in my dripping slit. Then he plunged forward and deep. I screamed from the overload of sensation. He braced his hands on either side of my head, and I bucked under each thrust. The pleasure was hot and fierce with each slide of Max’s cock in my pussy and the plug shifting back and forth in my ass. The smell of hot, wet sex permeated the room.
Max reached between our bodies finding the chain connecting the nipple clamps. He held my gaze and yanked the clamps free. Pain engulfed me as another orgasm crashed through me.
“That’s it, my love,” he called as he followed me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I woke to the sun streaming through the windows. Shifting, I noticed the weight of a hand resting against my stomach. I jolted but calmed when I realized I still wore my bustier from the night before.
I sank back into the sheets and tilted my head, taking in Max’s sleeping form. The warmed scent of linen and crisp body wash lingered on his skin. He must have gotten up to take a shower, since his hair was still damp.
I ran my fingertips along his whiskered jaw. He appeared so young and unguarded. Even with the hurt and pain between us, I still loved him.
I closed my eyes and inhaled. The least I could do was be honest with myself.
I’d kept up with all the news about him, from his tabloid exploits to his ruthless business reputation. Every time I’d read about his new flavor of the week, I wanted to punch something. Now, knowing the truth, I had to accept that a future without him was going to be difficult.
What if I can’t let him go? Can I trust that this time it’s real?
I shook the unhappy thoughts from my mind as rays of light highlight Max’s features. His thick chocolate-brown hair and lashes was sharply contrasted against his light-gold skin. I traced his chiseled arms, shoulder, and abs and almost moaned, remembering how they felt against me. Man, that body knew how to make me scream.
My skin warmed. He’d made love to me several time throughout the night.
No, not love. He’d fucked me.
After our initial round, he woke me three times, once to remove the plug and hold me in sleep, then twice more for pure, emotion-filled, sensual sex. I refused to linger on that, or I’d be carried away by the feelings he’d brought forth.
I shifted again and enjoyed the soreness running through all the right places in my body. A light haze of tenderness grazed over my ass and a shiver prickled down my spine. Wow, the memory of last night’s spanking was still arousing.
My Max had undoubtedly given me one amazingly erotic evening.
I went rigid.
Not my Max.
This was temporary. I couldn’t let myself believe this was anything more than sex.
I sighed internally. Now if my brain and heart agreed.
My breath hitched as Max’s hand tightened around my stomach.
I had to take a shower before he woke or I’d have to explain my scars, and I wasn’t ready for that conversation. A twinge of disappointment coursed through me. Shower sex was one of my favorite activities in the morning. Oh well, I’d learn to live with the memories.
With slow, gentle movements, I scooted out from under Max’s arm and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I turned, making sure Max still slept, but caught his emerald green eyes staring at me.
“Do you know how incredibly sexy you are right now?” Max ran his hand down my spine, unlacing my corset. I held my breath and clutched the boned material. “I’m going to paint you like that one of these days.”
His words rippled over me and sent a flood of wetness between my thighs.
“Where were you sneaking off to?” he said as he sat up and his eyes cleared.
I held his gaze and hoped he didn’t see my anxiety. “To shower. I wanted to freshen up a bit. When did you wake up?”
Max relaxed against the headboard. “I woke a few hours ago and went to my studio to work.”
“What were you painting?”
He quirked his brow, as if asking him that question was stupid. “An artist doesn’t reveal too many details until the painting is complete. But if you must know, it’s the same subject I’ve painted for the past five years.”
My breath hitched. We couldn’t go there.
“Why don’t you make us something to eat while I get ready?” I said, trying to change the subject.
“I’d rather have you for breakfast.” Max leaned toward me and kissed the side of my neck. I involuntarily tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. His palm crept around my waist, over my hands, and to my bare breasts. He cupped the heavy globes and groaned. “I’m so glad no other man knows what an incredible body hides beneath your uptight clothing.”
Max pinched my nipple, and I arche
d into his hand.
“You’re mine, Arya.”
“Yes.” I gasped. “For…for as long as we’re together.” I couldn’t let him think this was more than it was.
Max growled and yanked my head back with my hair, making my skin prickle.
“You. Are. Mine,” he gritted out.
“Max,” I hissed. “We discussed this yesterday.”
He abruptly released me.
“Go take your shower.” His voice was cold. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
I rose and clutched the corset to my stomach as if it were a life vest. I took a deep breath and crossed to the bathroom door.
“Drop the lingerie. Your new clothes will be on the bed.”
I said nothing and followed his command. With my back to him, he wouldn’t see the scars. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind me. I leaned against the wood, shut my eyes, and attempted to steady my emotions.
Why, of all times, did he want more now?
I’d have given anything for him to commit to me years ago, but now I didn’t have it in me to believe it would last.
I opened my eyes and caught sight of all my beauty products lined up on one side of the vanity.
Oh, Max.
He remembered. How was I going to resist him when he kept showing me I mattered?
Don’t become attached. Enjoy him while this lasts, Arya.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my stupor. “Hurry up, Ari. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll be down shortly,” I responded and rushed to shower.
Twenty minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom to find a white, almost see-through, yoga tank and black stretch shorts laid out on the bed.
No bra or undies, I see.
I slipped my clothes on and padding down the corridor, I discovered the house displayed even more opulence and grandeur in the light of day. Antiques and rare paintings, no doubt collected over centuries, filled every hallway. The Danes were New England royalty. They’d moved to the United States from Denmark in the seventeen hundreds and stayed, becoming one of the wealthiest landowning families in the country.
