Handcuffs and Hot Fudge [Après-Ski 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Zara Chase

  “Hell, babe,” he said, pulling himself out of her mouth. “You sure do have a wicked way with that tongue of yours.”

  “You already knew that,” she replied, looking pleased with the compliment. “I’m always talking back to you in the kitchen.”

  “Yeah, about that.”

  Without warning her to expect it, he scooped her from the floor, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bedroom. She squealed with musical laughter and started nipping at his shoulder blades. Fuck it, she was one feisty little wildcat! Why was he not surprised?

  He sat on the edge of the bed and transferred her to his lap, which he laid her across, exposing her cute ass for his up-close perusal. He lazily ran a finger down the crack between her cheeks, unsurprised when she flinched.

  “It’s okay,” he said softly. “Just introducing myself to what’s mine. You are mine, aren’t you, sugar? I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’m yours, Sir, for as long as you want me to be.”

  “Hell, that could be for some time! We’re talking weeks or even months. It’ll take me that long for us to get thoroughly acquainted. It would be a sin to rush something so important.” He rested his hand on the globes of her ass. “Now, I’m going to give you a gentle little spanking. No, don’t tense up. You’ll enjoy it, I promise you. You’ll enjoy it because it will give me pleasure, and you want to do that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir, I want that more than anything. I want you to be pleased with me.”

  “Oh, I am, darlin’. I am.” He lowered his head and took a gentle nip at one of her buttocks. “You taste just sweet enough to serve up as a daily special, except no one gets to taste you except me, so that wouldn’t work. Now, you have to remember to keep your breathing slow and even. Think you can do that for me?”

  “I’ll try my best, Sir.”

  “I’m not going to hit your hard. It’ll just sting, like it did when I pinched your nipple earlier and you liked that. I could tell from your reaction. Just ride the discomfort and wait to see what it does for you. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then ask me.”

  “Ask you?” He said nothing, waiting to see if she would catch on. It didn’t take her long. “I’ve been real bad, Sir. Please chastise me.”

  “What did you do that was so bad?”

  “I got off on watching Leo fuck his subs. I nearly came then and there.”

  “There is pretty bad, darlin’. I’m the only person you’re supposed to come for, but my cock ain’t as large as Leo’s. Do you think it’ll be enough for you?”

  “It’s more than enough. In fact, I’m scared I won’t be able to take it all.”

  “Oh, darlin’, you will. Every goddamned inch of it.”

  “I’ll do my best. I don’t want to disappoint you. Spank the badness out of me, Master.”

  “You got it, babe.”

  Shit, she was killing him!

  He lifted his hand and brought it down as lightly as he knew how. She flinched and made a gurgling sound but held her position. He repeated the process, a little harder. This time she made no sound. Fuck it, she was taking it like she’d been spanked a hundred times before. She deserved a reward. This time he spanked her harder, getting harder himself in the process, and applied one finger of his other hand to her clit. She elevated off his knee.

  “No one told you to move,” he chastised, removing the rewarding finger.

  “I’m on the verge of exploding,” she replied, her voice a strangled moan. “You’ve got me so excited, I just can’t help it.”

  “Is that right?” Ty could hear smug satisfaction in his voice. “How do you feel about your punishment?”

  “It feels demeaning, like being back at school.”

  “Hell, sugar, what sort of school did you go to?”

  “Their punishments were supposed to be demeaning, but they weren’t physical.”

  “That’s good to know.” He paused and delivered another light smack. “Get in trouble all the time, did you?”

  “I was too outspoken.”

  Ty threw back his head and laughed. “No change there then.”

  “Your punishments make being demeaned seem sexy. You’re right about the breathing. Once I got the hang of it, it…well, it’s liberating.”

  “All right, and where do you feel the reaction?”

  “In my pussy, in my nipples, in my core. Hell, everywhere. If feel like I’m on fire. Perhaps you guys do know a thing or two about this pleasure and pain stuff after all.”

  “Darlin’, that wasn’t painful. It was just a gentle tap.” He righted her on his lap and looked into her eyes, searching for signs of distress but seeing only sparkling desire reflected in their depths. “I knew you’d like it. Okay, sweet thing, lay in the middle of the bed on your back and raise your arms above your head for me.”

  He cuffed her wrists to the headboard with fluffy restraints the moment she was in position. Thoughts of his fudge fantasy slipped through his mind, but he decided to put it on hold. Instead he reached for a tube of lube. With nipples as sensitive as hers were, they could move this game forward pretty quick.

  “You saw those clamps Tanya had on her nipples?”

  “Yes, Sir, but I’ve never tried them.”

  “Well, we’re about to change that situation. Big tits look great clamped.”

  “Flavia and I used to play with one another’s.”

  “What!” Ty felt his cock jerk in reaction to Jodie’s throwaway remark. “You have got to be shitting me.”

  “Didn’t she tell you?”

  “No, she must have forgotten to mention it.”

  “When we were at school we shared a room and used to play with each other. It was about the time she was getting interested in BDSM. We took it in turns to be the Master. She had me bite her nipples and then returned the favor.”

  “Christ, I’d have paid good money to see that.” Ty was in danger of shooting his load, just thinking about it. “Did you like her playing with your tits?”

  “It excited my curiosity as well as my body, but like I say, I never had the courage to see it through in the real world like she did.”

  “Did she suck your pussy?”

  “Hmm, and I sucked orgasms out of her, too. It was fun.”

  A fine shudder passed through Ty’s body. “I’ll just bet it was.”

  His cock throbbed a painful reminder that it needed some action and needed it fast. He lubed Jodie’s areolas and attached butterfly clamps to them, no longer feeling the need to treat her quite so gently, given that she had some prior experience. He then fastened a collar around her neck and the chain connecting the clamps to the collar.

  “Pull your head back too hard or too fast and they’ll bite,” he warned her. “Bend your knees up, spread your legs wide, baby, and let me at that sweet cunt.”

  Given that she hadn’t gotten to use her hands on him, it seemed only fair to impose a similar restriction upon himself. That was okay. He was more than capable of driving her wild with his tongue, especially given that honey was already trickling freely down the insides of her thighs.

  “Someone’s ready to be fucked,” he said reprovingly as he lapped it up. He ran a finger through the renewed trickles that his words prompted and held it to her lips. “Taste yourself,” he said. “Think that might be the missing X-ingredient from your fudge sauce?”

  “My sauce in now perfect. Sir.” She licked her juices from his finger and then sucked it into her mouth. Damn, she was wicked! “Flavia used to make me do that,” she said.

  All this talk of Flavia made it seem as though she was in the room with them. She always had been when Ty slept here alone, which was every night. Jodie was the first woman he’d ever brought into his private domain. She hadn’t commented upon the collage of Flavia’s picture on the wall opposite the bed but couldn’t have failed to notice them. But Jodie had been right. Having Flavia here with him and her best friend—a best friend upon w
hom she’d tested her fledging sexuality—seemed natural and right.

  Ty hoisted her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, inhaling the earthy scent of her arousal as he lapped at her vagina and teased her clit with his teeth. She bucked against his mouth, too turned on to remain passive, but she was a rookie, so he cut her some slack and decided against chastising her. Besides, he loved the way she responded so naturally to his ministrations and didn’t want to stifle her spirit.

  She kept up a series of agonized little moans as he applied more tongue pressure, thrashing her head from side to side, swiveling her hips, coming out with a whole stream of French words that sounded complimentary but were spoken too rapidly for him to comprehend. The head thrashing would tug on the nipple clamps, but she didn’t seem to mind the pain. He was impressed with her tolerance and decided she deserved a reward. Breaking his no-hands rule, he thrust four fingers into her as far as they’d go and simultaneously ate her clit.

  She screamed, opened her eyes wide, and stared at him with incredulity as she bucked and writhed to a climax in his mouth.

  Chapter Eight

  Jodie could have sworn she saw lightning flash as her body went into meltdown and her world exploded in a starburst of pleasure. Pleasure so intense that it sent shock waves to her outer extremities with enough force to send them roiling right back in on themselves, demanding an encore. In fact, her orgasm was so severe that it really should have registered on the Richter scale. It was like nothing she’d ever known before and he hadn’t even gotten started with that glorious cock of his yet.

  Flavia certainly hadn’t exaggerated his talents. The spanking, the handcuffs, the collar and clamps, the way he’d made her walk to him on her knees and talked dirty to her until she’d thought she might melt with desire. How he’d made her taste herself…everything he did, was mind-blowingly sexy. Even the deep, commanding voice he used when in Dom mode to issue his commands. How had she reached the age of twenty-five without experiencing any of this stuff? She should have listened to Flavia and gotten involved before now. But then, if she’d done that, she wouldn’t have had Ty as a teacher, so perhaps she didn’t mind having waited after all.

  Slowly she opened her eyes, wondering what she was supposed to do now. He’d probably spank her again because she came without his permission. What the hell else did he expect, given what he’d done to her with that wicked mouth of his? To her surprise, he didn’t chastise her and looked damned pleased with himself as he removed her legs from his hunky shoulders, returned them to the bed, and then softly kissed her lips.

  “Did that take the edge off?” he asked.

  “That was…well, words can’t describe it. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Oh, we’re only just getting this party started.”

  His eyes sparkled with a combination of desire and premeditation as he pondered his options. God, but he was gorgeous! She expected at any minute for him to look with disgust at the rolls of fat around her middle, say he’d made a mistake, and send her on her way. Until he did, she’d make the most of every minute, take any pleasurable punishment he decided to dish out, and live for the moment. She looked up at the collage of Flavia pictures on the opposite wall and was convinced she would approve of that decision.

  “But you…you haven’t—”

  He sent her a devilish grin. “Payback time will come. Count on it.”

  Ty disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and returned with a cool, damp cloth. With infinite tenderness, he wiped her pussy clean. Then he lay beside her and grinned up at the ceiling.

  “You ready for what comes next or do you need more recovery time?”

  “I’m more than ready, Sir.”

  “Have you got birth control covered?”

  “Yes, I’m on the pill.”

  “Good.” He stroked the side of her breast, sending a renewed tingling sensation coursing through her. “Can I fuck you without using a rubber? I’m clean.”

  She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “That’s my good girl. Okay, darlin’. Turn over and get up onto your hands and knees for me. The restraints swivel.”

  She did as he asked, her heart beating at twice its regular rate as she waited to see what came next. He wouldn’t want anal sex so soon into their relationship, would he? She shuddered but decided if that’s what he expected, she’d try not to disappoint him. Sure enough she felt the cool trickle of lube between her arse cheeks. I can do this. A slick finger circled her anus and pushed against the tightly coiled muscle. She did her very best to relax, to be grown up about something he clearly thought was no big deal, and give him access without flinching. It was an impossible ambition to achieve and despite her best efforts, she closed against him.

  “Don’t fight me, sugar, not when you’ve done so well. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

  His words were hypnotically persuasive and helped her to relax. She heard a sigh of satisfaction when his finger breached her defenses.

  “There you go. It’s not so very bad, is it?”

  “Actually it feels pretty good. Who knew?”

  Rich laughter reverberated through his chest. “Well, that’s a start, I guess but ‘good’ isn’t…well, good enough. We can do way better than that. You should know by now that I’m a perfectionist. Nothing goes out with my name on it unless it’s as good as I can make it.” He dropped a kiss on one of her buttocks. “And I can make it way better than…well, average. Now, I’m gonna remove my finger and replace it with a small plug that will distend you, get you used to the feeling. Then, with that in place, I’m gonna fuck your cunt from behind. I guarantee it’ll drive you wild or your money back. You good with that?”

  “Bring it on. Sir,” she added as an afterthought.

  “You have to let me know if this is going too far too fast, sweetheart. You’ve taken to it so naturally that I might just forget myself and get carried away with my demands otherwise.”

  “So far everything’s been a revelation.”

  “That’s good to know.” He ran a finger lazily, reverently, down her thigh. “Your job as a sub is to obey me and make me pleased with you. My job as a Dom is to explore your limits and make you understand stuff about your sexuality that you might have suspected but didn’t really understand, without freaking you out.” He sighed. “Ah, the responsibility.”

  She tilted her head toward him and smiled. “You don’t look so bad on it.”

  “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to you ever since you walked into my kitchen, all sass and attitude.”

  “You have!”

  “I knew you’d take to it. I can always tell.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. “Okay, let’s get this party started.”

  She felt the plug thingy slide into place. It felt intrusive but in a good sort of way and not so large that it frightened her.

  “There you go.” He tapped her buttocks. “It’s shaped to fit perfectly, which it does. Feel good?”

  “I think I could get used to it.”

  “I’ll just bet you could.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Tanya was most likely wearing one of these babies when you remarked upon her walk the other night.”

  “She was? While waitressing? Blimey!”

  “Ward enjoys making her do stuff like that in public places and she loves to do it for him. Where’s the harm in it?” She flinched when she felt a finger push the plug a little deeper, but the abrasive feelings soon became pleasurable, pushing aside her dwindling misgivings. “Yeah, now you’re getting it!”

  Jodie’s arms trembled as she supported her weight on them, but not because she was uncomfortable. Well, she was, but not with her position. It was more a case of unbearable tension testing her patience as she waited to discover what Ty would do next, unable to see him because he remained directly behind her, out of her line of vision. Then, in her intense disappointment, she felt the mattress lift as he removed himself f
rom the bed. Hell, this was no time to leave her hanging!

  She saw movement in the periphery of her vision and there he was, standing right beside her. She could see him clearly if she turned her head to the side, no longer minding the tug of the nipple clamps but welcoming the turbulent heat that flooded her body after the initial discomfort. She gasped when she saw him slide a cock ring over his erection and settle it into place.

  “Know what that is?” he asked her. “Ever seen one before?”

  “I’ve seen pictures. Will it hurt me?”

  “No, sweetheart. It’ll rub against the walls of your pussy, increase the friction, and blow your mind.” He winked at her. “And it’ll keep me going for longer. I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna be greedy for my cock and I’d hate to think of you feeling short-changed.”

  “Ha, looking for compliments, Sir?”

  He’d already stayed hard and ready for longer than she’d previously imagined possible for any man. Well, any normal man, but that was an unfair comparison since there was absolutely nothing ordinary about Ty Vaughan. Just went to show she’d been dating the wrong guys all these years. Not that she’d slept with that many of them, but those she had road-tested had far less finesse than Ty.

  “Just trying to keep my precious new sub satisfied.”

  I’m precious to him!

  “I promise not to make demands.”

  “I sure as hell hope not. You get to do as you’re told. I do the demanding. Are we straight?”

  “Yes, Sir. I get it.”

  He chuckled. “Not yet you don’t, sugar, but you soon will.”

  The waiting was killing her and he knew it, the bastard! That plug thing felt warm and sent heady sensations streaking through her each time she wiggled her butt. The clamps were starving her nipples of their blood supply, making them alternately tingle and throb. Jodie had never known anything quite so thrilling. She was in the zone, totally on board with Ty, ready to follow wherever he led. She wouldn’t even put up any arguments when he told her what to do. Well, not too many. For her, not speaking her mind and defending her opinions was the hardest part of being subservient.