by Amy Redwood
I rose from the bed, shoving him away with an angry push. “Yes, that’s it, isn’t it? You came here so you can stroke your ego by watching me become weak and tied to the bed.”
“What I want is to stroke you,” he said. “And allowing me to take care of you is not what I’d call weakness. It takes guts to trust someone.”
Balling my fists, my breath coming in hard, fast gasps, I closed in on him, stabbing a finger against his chest. “You just want to dominate me, admit it.” I would be at his mercy, for good or bad. I stabbed him again, aware that I all but panted and my pussy was moist with juices. Maybe it was time to admit that I wanted him to dominate me. Maybe it was time to trust him, God knows, he’d proven himself enough to me. I lowered my hands to my sides, suddenly unable to meet his silent stare.
“Yes,” he said, and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and tossed it to the floor. “You will submit to me tonight.”
My breath caught in my throat and I reached out to trace a finger along his flat abs and hard pecs. Flattening my hands against his stomach, I trailed them up his chest and through the shock of dark hair. So male. All hard angles and corded strength. I traced my finger down, following the path the hair led until I reached the edge of his jeans. Rough denim against the pad of my fingertip, I traced over his bulging erection trapped inside. I longed to feel him against my palm, the smooth hardness of his cock. Longed to flick my tongue against his shaft and taste his arousal. Longed to lick from his balls up to the thick head of his cock until I tasted the first drops of his come.
“I want you in my mouth,” I said, fingering at the metal buttons of his jeans.
“No.” His biceps flexed as he brushed my hand aside. “Tonight,” he said, and reached out to run his finger along my cheek, “you’ll submit to my wishes for a change.”
“Make me,” I whispered, knowing I’d uttered an invitation as well as a challenge.
“Don’t worry, I will.” He flicked open the buttons on my shirt, working his way up from the bottom to the top. “And I’ll make you beg for more.”
My breasts strained against the faded cotton of my sports bra. I wore underwear for comfort, not to arouse men, but he didn’t look put off as he ran an appraising glance over my décolletage before he discarded the blouse to the floor.
“Turn around,” he said.
When I did, he unclasped my bra. I pressed my hands over the cups and turned back to him. He reached out, sliding the straps from my shoulders, his gesture almost reverent.
“Lower your hands,” he said, and I let the bra drop to the floor, thrusting my chest out, longing to feel him kiss my breasts.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He reached to his backpack and pulled a heavy duty cable cutter from it.
“What the hell, Seth?”
He reached out, grabbed the heavy roll of cable and made quick work of it, his skilled fingers wielding the cutter until he had a several different lengths of cable cut.
“Hands on your back,” he said, closing in on me, holding a cut-off piece of cable between his fingers.
“My hands?” I asked, taking another step away from him. A vision of myself bound and helpless and at his mercy turned up in my mind. My breasts tightened, my entire body felt heavy, and the idea alone sent a spasm of lust through my pussy. “Make me.”
He pulled me hard against him and thrust his tongue between my lips and deep into my mouth. Taking his time, taking my breath, he ignored my attempts to struggle out of his tight embrace. I gasped for air, my body turning liquid under the strokes his tongue gave me, my heart speeding up to an alarming rate. The beast inside me lifted its head and started growling for more, much more. My fingernails prickled with the need to elongate into claws to rake down his back. Drawing strength, I pushed him away with all my might. “Enough!”
He flew across the room, slammed hard into the wall.
I let out a harsh breath, stifling a scream. “Oh my God,” I whispered, horrified I’d used my strength in a way that had caused him harm.
He stood with his head lowered back against the wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he didn’t return my gaze.
I took a step toward him, arm outstretched. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean—”
He raised his head and his grin made me stumble two steps back until my lower back connected with the bed. He wasn’t hurt, he was—
Aroused.
“Such a strong girl,” he said, wiping his thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re made for hard kisses.” Closing in, he grabbed me by the shoulders. “Made for hard fucking.”
Oh God, yes.
His mouth came crushing down on mine, taking everything I had until I thought I’d die of lust. When I shoved at him again, his deep laugh sent goose bumps all over my skin. Sliding his hand into my hair and grabbing me by the nape of my neck, he backed me up against the iron footboard of the bed.
Moaning under his onslaught, I grew dizzy with the lust to feel him inside me. With a sigh, I explored the corded muscles beneath his skin. A growl erupted from my throat, so inhuman, I recoiled. He really brought out the worst in me.
Disgusted with myself, I shoved at his shoulders again, pouring all my strength into the act, trying to make him see reason, see that I wasn’t just an ordinary girl but would probably eat him alive.
He didn’t move an inch but his embrace grew tighter, the muscles bulging and moving as he resisted my move. I let out a disbelieving gasp when he drew my arms on my back and held my wrists in one hand.
“Stop struggling,” he said, slipping his hand into the elastics of my sweatpants and pulled them over my bottom. The pants bunched down to my ankles, immobilizing me. Cupping my bottom with one hand, he made a low sound of approval in his throat when I froze. He slipped one finger beneath my panties. “Spread your legs, wolf girl,” he said, and his knee nudged between my thighs.
I clamped my legs together. “Don’t think so,” I said, but it came out rough and smoky, and it brought a smile to his face. Idly, he traced the outer edges of my panties, staying painfully away from the spot where I craved his touch the most.
Once more, I threw myself, with all my strength, against his hold and managed to slip my wrists from his tight grasp.
The air whooshed out of my lungs as I landed flat on my chest and face, a heavy weight pressing me deep into the bed’s mattress. He’d thrown me so fast onto the bed, I hadn’t had time to blink, much less time to react.
He covered me from bottom to top and drew my hands over my head. “You are stronger than me, sweetheart, but only if you shift.”
Gasping for breath, I struggled to shake him off.
“Let me go,” I pressed through my teeth. “You are too heavy.”
“Stop pushing me away,” he said, but the pressure on my chest lessened as he eased his weight off me.
Pain coursed through my arms as I fought again to break free of him. My breasts pressed flat against the mattress with each movement. I bit on my lip to stifle a moan as moisture slid from my pussy, drenching my panties. Pressing my thighs together, I groaned in sheer pleasure. For the first time in my life, someone had the upper hand and it drove my arousal to a new height I hadn’t imagined possible. That he was that someone made me crave his touch all the more.
“Hands on your back, sweetheart.”
I pressed my face into the mattress, slowly crossing my wrists behind my back, my body shaking with the effort to control my breathing. I rubbed myself against the bed, enjoying every little pressure I could get on my aching clit. He flung cold cable around my wrists, knotted it tight. Experimentally, I tested my ties, but let out groan of frustration.
“You can stop trying to break free. It will do the skin on your wrists no good.” A light slap landed on my bottom. “Kneel,” he said, and then helped as I slid onto the mattress while I felt awkward for not being able to use my hands.
My chest stuck out, my nipples two hard p
oints, and I caught his appraising gaze when I kneeled with my legs slightly apart on the bed. I settled my bottom on my heels, keeping my back erect, painfully aware how my tied wrists pushed my shoulders back and my breasts forward.
He slipped his hand inside my panties. “Jesus, you’re so wet,” he groaned. He pushed two fingers hard into my pussy. I swayed as he pressed the pad of his palm against my clit.
“So,” a sharp flick of his thumb against my clit that made me moan, “how rough do you want it?”
I licked my lips and helplessly shrugged.
He took a step away from the bed, taking a piece of cable and slapped it against his palm. “So, wolf girl, what to tie next,” he said, and a slap landed against my ass. The cable stung, even though he’d hit my pantied bottom. I longed to feel it against bare skin. I wiggled my butt, partly to ease the pain, partly to invite him to touch me and wasn’t disappointed.
Leaning over the bed, he palmed my butt cheek, giving me a squeeze. He slipped his hand between my legs and pushed at my thighs, spreading me wider. Then trailed his fingers down my inner thighs and over the top of my calves. When he closed his hand firmly around my ankle, I sucked in my breath. “Not like this,” I said, trying to tug my feet away from under his grasp.
“Like what?” he asked, a laugh in his voice. One hand came around the nape of my neck and pressed me forward until my cheek rested on the mattress while my bottom was high in the air. He held me down with an iron hand while I fought him. “Don’t move,” he growled, and the slap landing on my ass left me gasping with lust and pain.
“You goddamn son of a—” I shut my mouth as his hand slipped inside my panties. When he found my soaked and swollen clit, I closed my eyes in delight. He gave me long strokes from my clit over my pussy and back. My bottom tingled as the pain subsided, mixing with the pleasure he gave me, making me wish he’d spank me again.
“Does that feel good,” he whispered, circling my clit slowly, teasingly. The swell of my arousal built with each lazy circle he drew, bringing me to the edge but never over as if he knew that his feathery strokes weren’t enough.
“Harder,” I moaned, thrusting my hips against his hand.
“Ask me to tie your feet,” he said, slipping two fingers inside me and fucking me in slow but disappointingly shallow thrusts.
I bit my lip, wondering why he didn’t tie me spread-eagle to the bed, it seemed so much more comfortable. “You can tie me,” I said, wishing I hadn’t spoken because he stepped away from the bed. Not feeling his touch made me worry he would just leave again. “But I want to be on my back. Isn’t that how it’s usually done?”
“Is it? I wouldn’t know.” He laughed, a low rumble that made blood rush to my face in a hot tingle. “If I wanted you on your back, you would be.” He slung the cable around my ankles, making quick work of it. The effect sent a shiver of sensation over my skin when I tried to move my legs and found I couldn’t. Pressing up from the mattress, I sat back on my heels, aware that I had no way of escaping his ties. The cable was as effective as if he had cast me in iron shackles. Maybe I would be able to shift, maybe I wouldn’t. I didn’t care because being in my human body had never been more arousing.
“And, wolf girl, ever felt so helpless?” he asked, a worrying smile on his lips.
Heart slamming against my rib cage, I shook my head, an odd sensation of fear combined with mind-numbing arousal taking my breath.
The sound of his metal belt buckle rang loud as he undid it and slid it off his jeans. “Do you feel good, sweetheart?” he whispered, but my gaze was transfixed on the leather belt in his hands. “Lean forward,” he said, and when I didn’t comply, gave me a push against the shoulder. I winced as the cable bit into my skin when I landed on my face, leaving my ass up in the air, and the cable around my feet added something to the act I’d never felt before. Helplessness. Submission. My throat went dry at the thought that I submitted to him in such a way, and that I didn’t mind. At all.
“I’ll make you feel so good,” he murmured, running his hand over my bare back and over each dip and hollow of my spine. “I’ll spank you now,” he said, caressing the cheeks of my ass through my panties. “Three times, with the leather belt. And then I’ll take off your panties.”
Licking my dry lips, I felt my thighs start to tremble. “Do it,” I said, closing my eyes, anticipation making me hold my breath. When the snap of leather rang and the flat side of the belt hit my ass, I cried out. Stars erupted behind my eyes. The pain making my stomach clench, and then his hand was between my legs, sending explosions of lust through my clit.
“Please,” I moaned, my release so close I needed all but two hard, fast touches. I inhaled as he spanked me for the second time, and before I could protest, a third time, the slap ringing through the air and leaving the skin of my ass on fire. As the pain subsided, the tingling mixed with my need for release, creating an unbearable level of tension. I could feel my clit pulsing, my panties soaked in my juices. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I’d start begging.
“Hold still,” he said, and something cold slipped between my skin and panties. My eyes flew open when I realized he used the cutter to cut through the cotton. The fabric gave way smoothly against the sharp blade. My panties fell away from my bottom and he tugged them down one leg. Breath feathered over my sore skin and a kiss landed first on one cheek then the other side of my ass. “You look all flushed and swollen,” he said, tracing one finger through my wet pussy lips. He pressed my hips down until I rested flat on the mattress, my hands tied behind my back. “I’m gonna fuck that sweet pussy of yours now.”
The sound of a zipper being undone made me turn my head just in time to see him shrug out of his jeans. He wrapped his hand around his erection and gave himself a long stroke. “Untie my hands,” I said, my gaze glued on his hands and how he stroked himself.
“Don’t make me spank you again.” He raised a warning eyebrow, but his eyes were sparkling with laughter. “Not that you would mind.”
No, I wouldn’t mind. But I still preferred to feel him inside me now. The bed protested as he climbed onto it and slid up the length of me, keeping most of his weight off my back, rubbing his cock against my ass. I tried to spread my legs farther, but the cable around my ankles didn’t allow for elaborate movement. I let out a groan of frustration, grinding myself against the bunched-up sheets.
“Impatient much?” A kiss landed against my neck.
“How about using that big cable cutter of yours to untie me now?” Flexing my stomach muscles, I wiggled around underneath him, coming to rest on my tied-back arms, which drew a small groan from my lips. He was propped up on his hands, looking first into my eyes, and then his gaze slid to my mouth. Leaning low, he kissed me lightly, gently taking his time to explore and trace my lips. When the tip of his tongue slid into my mouth, I melted into liquid heat under him. There was nothing I loved more than kissing him, nothing. I moaned out my protest when he stopped and shushed me with his finger over my lips. “Don’t rush me,” he said, and blew a kiss on my forehead.
“Easy for you to say,” I answered, once more arching up to get closer to his rock-hard erection. How could he stand to be so slow?
Shaking his head, he murmured, “Not easy,” then closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked hard. It shot through my body like an electric current. I screamed, bucking under him.
“Jesus, don’t make those noises,” he said roughly.
“Make me come,” I begged, balling my hands until my nails cut into my palm. “Please, make me come.”
“How?” he asked, his eyes darkening, a vein throbbing in his temple.
“With your mouth,” I whispered.
“You like it when I lick the cream out of your tight pussy?” he asked, his hands dipping between my legs and I let my eyes flutter shut.
“Yes,” I breathed out, moving my hips to seek the perfect rhythm to his strokes. “God yes.”
He moved on the bed, making me wobble on top of it. But
instead of moving lower, he moved up. When his hand sank into my hair, I stared up, my heart thudding hard against my chest. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, holding his cock in one hand.
His erection pushed at my closed lips and, for a moment, outrage welled inside me. Then a drop of liquid wetted my lips and I licked. He forced the thick head inside my mouth, his groan of pleasure making me wish I had my hands free. Hearing his lust-filled voice almost made me come. Creamy moisture slid from my pussy as I swirled my tongue around the slit in his cock. He was hot and heavy, and when he started moving, I took him eagerly deeper.
He pumped his cock in and out until I was dizzy with the need to taste his come. “I’m so close, wolf girl,” he groaned thickly, a shudder going through him and he stopped. “Fuck,” he whispered, and withdrew. “I’m forgetting myself here.”
Then his mouth was on me and I screamed out as he thrust his tongue inside my pussy. He sucked at my clit, shoving two fingers inside me. “I want you to come, sweetheart,” he said, and then landed one hard lick after the other over my clit while he finger-fucked me. Helplessly, I clenched around his fingers, but it was his mouth that sent me over the edge.
I sucked in my breath, and then screamed as I broke, my orgasm starting from my core and coursing through my entire body in violent shivers. He didn’t stop licking until I was trembling, every touch and lick too intense. “Stop,” I moaned, “stop, it’s too much…”
With a hoarse groan, he flipped me over. “Raise your ass,” he said, a slap landing on my bottom. Hard fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me against his groin. He spread my knees as wide as my bound feet allowed.
He thrust into me in one hard stroke, burying his cock in my pussy up to his balls. It was a shock, finally feeling him spreading me wide. It felt so good having him inside me that I moved eagerly against him, taking him deeper. I wriggled my tied hands, dying to use my hands on myself, and heard him laugh quietly.
“This what you want?” His fingers found my clit, stroking me in a perfect rhythm. I didn’t need to answer, and he knew how to touch me by now. “But tonight is not about what you want,” he said, pinching my clit.
