by Rynne Raines
“I’m not punishing you for finding satisfaction. It’s my responsibility to ensure you’re satisfied.” His fingers wandered lower, skimming the border of lace encasing her breasts. “The punishment is for finding that satisfaction without permission.”
He tugged down the cups of her corset and her breasts spilled out from the top, naked and heaving. Cool air kissed her nipples. Instantly they drew taut and hard under the weight of his penetrating stare. If Donavan had taken such liberties twenty-four hours ago, her cheeks would have flushed fire engine red from embarrassment. Now, her cheeks flushed purely from arousal.
“If you want to come tonight, you’ll ask permission.” His large hands closed over her breasts and squeezed. Eve bit down on her lower lip just in time to stifle a moan but when he began toying with the pebbled buds under the pad of his thumbs, a weak sigh tumbled out. She had an idea of where this was going. Donavan meant to punish her with another round of his heavenly torture. But, for how long this time?
“Well,” she started in a breathy tone, “thankfully I’m still quite satisfied from this afternoon. So I don’t think we’ll run into the same problem we did earlier.”
“I thought you might say something like that.” He dipped his head and caught one of her aching nipples between his teeth. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue over the tip. Eve’s knees buckled. Her breasts had always been ultra sensitive, but because they weren’t overly large they were often overlooked. Donavan, however, left no leaf unturned.
He raised his head. “Don’t move.”
Move? She couldn’t move right now. Her legs were practically liquid.
He circled to the opposite side of the bed, leaving her knees time to re-solidify. He returned to her with a scarlet bag then set it on the bed. Knowing where the bag came from, Eve fought off a shiver while her imagination ran wild. Whatever the bag contained would not help her cause. It was hard enough trying to steel herself against Donavan on his own but with an arsenal of sex toys…she was done for.
“Won’t we be late for the gala?” Eve asked, folding her arms over her naked breasts.
“We have a little time,” he answered over his shoulder while fishing through the bag. “Getting nervous?”
He straightened then turned to her but she couldn’t see what he was holding in his hand. That meant it was small. What could he have gotten from the sex shop that would fit in his hand? Eve swallowed. The possibilities were endless. Whatever it was instilled further confidence in his eyes. Not good.
“Should I be nervous?”
“That depends,” he answered, roaming her face with a searching gaze. “Are we talking good nervous or bad nervous?”
“A combination of both,” Eve admitted, frowning down at his closed fist.
“Look at me, Eve.”
She reluctantly lifted her eyes and became lost in the intensity of his gaze.
“I want you to do something for me tonight,” he said, and the weight of his tone kicked the butterflies in her stomach into high gear.
“You mean something other than let you parade me around the club half naked on the end of your leash?”
“First off, I don’t use a leash and yes, something other than that.” He grazed his knuckles up and down her arm and Eve tensed. His request must be something horrible considering he was prematurely trying to soothe her.
“I’m listening.” She met his gaze and tried not to think the worst.
“Whether you’d like to admit it or not, I know what it is you want. I want to give it to you but I won’t be able to if you question my actions or hold back even the slightest amount. Before we leave this room, you’ll put your mask and your wig back on and no one will know who you are. Tonight, there are no consequences but I need you to trust me. Unconditionally.” There was an edge in his tone that contradicted his words. In the back of her mind, she knew that if she did exactly as he asked the repercussions of tonight would stay with her the rest of her days.
“Can you do that for me?” he asked, searching her eyes.
The need for his domination temporarily trumped her fears. “I can try.”
He leaned in and brushed his mouth lightly over hers. She felt him smile against her lips and the nervous tension drifted out of her body.
“Try hard, Eve.”
I will, she vowed and became lost in his kiss.
She would give this to him. She would give this to herself. If only for tonight, she would surrender to him…completely.
Donavan eased her back by the shoulders and his eyes roamed her with appreciation.
“God, I love these tits,” he whispered. “Even more so, when you’re nipples are stiff and aching to be touched. I want to keep them this way throughout the entire evening.”
He opened his closed fist and Eve’s eyes widened.
“Do you know what this is?”
“It’s…it’s some sort of suction device,” she answered, cursing the tremor in her voice.
“You’re right,” he confirmed. “Tell me, does the thought of me using it on you make you wet?”
Warmth crept into her cheeks and she quickly diverted her eyes from him.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes.” Her whisper came so quietly it was barely audible.
“Good. Tell me how wet you are thinking about it.”
“Donavan, this is ridicu—”
“If I slide my hand between your legs will I find your panties already soaked?” He circled the tip of his middle finger around one of her stiff nipples and a shiver rolled through her. She swung her gaze to the small glass cylinder and then shut her eyes against the onslaught of sensation just seeing it evoked. Goosebumps prickled over her breasts and her pussy clenched.
He didn’t wait for an answer to his rhetorical question. He obviously knew how wet she was. Instead he cupped one breast and set the opening of the tube over her nipple. The temperature of the glass was like ice against her fiery skin and the simple contact made her tense. Anticipation dried her mouth yet curiosity opened her eyes to watch him as he began his divine torment.
“Relax,” he told her. “You’ll like this part.”
She believed him. If there was one thing Donavan could be confident of it was knowing what turned her on.
He squeezed the rubber bulb on the end of the cylinder. At first it felt like gentle lips, plucking and suckling her nipple. On the fourth pump however, the pressure began to build. Heat spread throughout her body as her nipple swelled and extended to the full width of the glass. The more swollen the tiny rosy bud became, the more her arousal grew. A shudder rocked through her and her legs turned to water once more.
“God,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders for stability.
She couldn’t take much more. The pressure was too intense. The subtle pain transformed into blissful agony. He compressed the bulb three more times and her knees buckled. He didn’t give her time to recover before repeating the same treatment on her opposite breast. Eve’s body shook with need as he worked his glorious torture. Just from the nipple play she was on the verge of an orgasm and the night had barely begun. She could only imagine what other sinful deeds he had planned for the evening.
When both her nipples were throbbing inside their own glass tubes, Donavan locked eyes with her.
“Now this is when it starts to get intense.”
Her gaze swung to his face.
“Starts to get intense?” she panted. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Believe me, I’m not,” he told her. “It’s going to sting a bit but trust me it’ll quickly turn into a good hurt. I promise. On the count of three take a very slow and deep breath.”
On his three, she gradually sucked in a slow breath. A click sounded. Biting pain laced through her nipples. Eve gasped and sank her fingernails into Donavan’s shoulders.
“Easy,” he soothed. “Breathe through it.”
She focused on the calm sound of his voice as he whispered words o
f encouragement. Eventually, her breathing slowed and she realized he was right. The pain only lasted seconds. Now, her entire body tingled and throbbed.
Curious to what he had done, Eve glanced down. The suction devices were no longer attached, but her nipples remained taut and firm, both bound at the bases by two tiny black rubber bands.
So this was how he intended to keep them hard and yearning for his touch.
“Now watch,” he murmured, lowering his head. His tongue darted out and grazed one swollen tip. Eve jumped at the heightened sensitivity but he caught her by the hips before she could pull away and swirled his velvety tongue in a slow circle. A shudder rippled all the way to her toes. She was responsive enough to his sensual handling. The last thing she needed was heightened sensation.
“You expect me to go through the entire night with these on?” she asked, fighting off a sigh.
“I do, and I’m not finished.”
Not finished? What else could he possibly do to her to make the evening any more unbearable?
Again, he reached into his endless bag of tricks. Eve watched him produce another strange item, this time even smaller than the ones he’d used on her nipples. He held it up in front of her and she noted that it looked similar to a bobby pin only a tad larger. From it dangled three short strings of glittery black gems mixed in with a few clear crystals. Now this she had never seen before.
“It’s called Black Beauty,” he told her. “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” she admitted, as her breasts continued to throb. “But I have no idea what it’s for.”
“Then it’s a good thing I do.” He crouched onto his haunches and grasped her hips, pulling her square to him. Before she could ask what he was doing, he hooked two fingers inside her panties and tugged them aside. “Oh, you’re so wet, Eve.”
Heat scalded her face yet the rough edge in his tone flooded her with a strange sense of pride. It pleased him that she was dripping and aching and in need of his touch. Did a submissive always feel this sense of gratification from pleasing their Dominant? The sensation was strange and potent and addicting. For some reason she wanted to give him more but, how far was she willing to go in order to please him tonight?
What I wouldn’t give to taste her sweet juices right now, Donavan thought as he clutched the clit clip in his left hand. He couldn’t taste her, though. One drop of her glistening honey on his tongue and he’d be a goner. Already he’d played the mental tennis match in his head several times, struggling between keeping to his plan or tossing her down on the bed and fucking her. With a little more time he would have gladly done both. Unfortunately, the clock was ticking.
“Spread those beautiful legs a little for me,” Donavan murmured.
“Like this?” she asked in a coy tone that nearly undid him.
“Exactly. Like. That.” He heard the hunger in his voice, felt his self-control slipping away.
“Are you sure? I could spread them wider for you.”
Donavan narrowed his eyes. She was playing with him, trying to rev him up and make him lose control. The little seductress.
“No,” he finally answered, though his voice was strained. “This is perfect for what I have in store for you.” He slid two fingers between her swollen pussy lips, each on opposite sides of her slippery cleft, and relished the quiver of her thighs. So Eve thought she could push him over the edge, did she? He pressed the pad of his thumb to the hard nub of her clit and worked it in a slow circle. She stuttered out a moan and Donavan smirked. Oh, she had no idea who she was dealing with.
He slipped his hand into his front pocket and withdrew a small tube, all the while still toying with her pussy. He hadn’t planned on playing dirty tonight but, if she wanted a battle of wills he would gladly give her one.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you think I’m wet enough?” she asked breathlessly when he spun off the cap and proceeded to generously coat his fingers.
“Oh, I think you’re plenty wet. This isn’t lube, sweetheart.” It was the most potent and longest lasting aphrodisiac he’d ever come across. Unlike most aphrodisiacs, it wouldn’t have an instant effect. It would build as the night progressed, stoking a fire inside her that would eventually escalate into a raging inferno until she found sexual release.
Donavan returned his newly coated fingers to her slick cleft and began gently massaging in the aphrodisiac. In only a few seconds, his fingers started to tingle. Soon the concoction would swell the nerves inside her tender cleft and the mere friction of her panties would seem unbearable.
When her legs started to shake, Donavan knew the aphrodisiac was beginning to work. It was time to turn up the heat. He picked up the clit clip and spread the flexible prongs apart with his thumb.
“Will that hurt?” Eve asked, and he noted the slight tremor in her voice. Lifting his gaze to hers, he gently shook his head.
“No. It’ll just be a subtle pressure.” Not so subtle in combination with the aphrodisiac, but it wouldn’t hurt her.
Carefully, slowly, he slid the clip on. He gradually eased his thumb out from between the prongs and watched it clamp around her pink cleft.
“Oh God!” Eve’s knees wobbled and her hips gave a slight arch. “You did say subtle pressure, didn’t you?”
“That might have been an understatement,” he admitted, unable to take his eyes off the swollen nub of her clit. He could see it clearly through the curtain of dangling crystals and felt his cock pulse. “You’ll get used to the pressure. Hmm, maybe not get used to it, but eventually have a great respect for its results.”
He clenched his jaw against the ache of his savage hard-on and delicately repositioned her panties. The thin fabric fit snug over her pussy but the jewels were so small they were barely visible beneath the lace. They would be noticeable to her, though. With every step, each time she sat, the slightest bit of movement would cause the crystals to shift and tease her senses while the pressure on her nipples and clit would remind her of how she disobeyed him.
Satisfied she wouldn’t dare ignore his orders again Donavan rose to his full height. Her eyes were shut tightly and her pouty lips were parted. He glanced down and noted her fingers curled into small fists. Strangely enough, she was quiet. A little too quiet.
“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “I swear if you climax without permission, come Monday morning when you’re supposed to be at work, you won’t be. You’ll be here getting better acquainted with the laces of my flog.”
She visibly shivered and opened her eyes. A hint of mischief twinkled there and had him wondering if she were toying with the idea of blatantly defying him.
“You can’t keep me here into the work week, Donavan. I’m sure you have clients in need of your expertise.” Her voice was soft, a gentle caress soothing to his mind.
“After the win you pulled out on Thursday, I imagine it’ll take at least a few weeks to draw in any business. That leaves me plenty of time to take you in hand, Eve.”
“That wasn’t the agreement,” she said firmly, tugging up the cups of her corset. As soon as the fabric slipped into place her eyes rolled back. “Oh, you’re an evil man,” she muttered with the hint of a smile.
That he was. But, not without motive.
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” He returned her smile and gave in to the need to stroke her hair. “How do you feel?”
“Honestly? Like a sexual time bomb about to blow.”
“You don’t say? Funny, that’s exactly the effect I was going for.” He clenched his fingers in her hair and tugged her towards him. His mouth wandered hers gently at first, teasing her lips, barely dodging her advances as she leaned in. The moment her shoulders sank in defeat he went in for the kill. Jerking her against him, Eve’s soft whimper vibrated on his lips. He could feel her pebbled nipples through his shirt and groaned. As quickly as it began, he severed their kiss and found himself breathless.
Oh, it was going to be a long night for both of them but worth it in the end.
“Eve,” he said quietly. “Are you on any form of birth control?”
“The pill,” she whispered back, her eyes still closed. “Why?”
“Because before the night’s over, I’m going to know what it’s like to come inside your hot pussy without any type of barrier.”
Eyes still closed, she smiled. “Will you?”
“Oh yes. I’m just giving you fair warning.” Her smile broadened. “Let’s finish getting you dressed. We don’t want to miss the gala,” he murmured. “I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be…memorable.”
Chapter Seven
As they walked from studio seven toward the main event room, Eve wondered if a person could actually die from a pleasure overdose. She was drunk with feeling. Her legs didn’t want to obey the commands sent from her brain and even when they did the short strides she managed only flooded her body with renewed sensation.
“Donavan.” Eve shuddered and tightened her grip on his forearm. “We need to stop a minute.”
He paused then guided her off to the side of the long corridor. Putting her back against the wall, he extended his arms over her shoulders and trapped her within the heat of his masculine frame. She lifted her gaze expecting to see a twinkle of triumph in his eyes but found only sympathy. He frowned down at her then lowered his head next to hers.
“End this, Eve,” he said softly, the gentle whisper of his breath warming her ear. “All you have to do is utter a few simple words and I will pin you to this wall and fuck you so hard your throat will be raw from screaming.”
On his last word, a shudder rocked through her. She braced her palm against the cool concrete and curled her fingers into the solid stone. It would be so easy to give into him. God knew she wanted to. However the words he referred to were not simple. Donavan knew that and so did she. Though over the last two days they’d found pleasure in each other’s bodies and shared intimate details of their lives, if she called him, Master, it would open a door Eve wasn’t sure she was ready to walk through.
