by Nikki Sloane
“I like this.” I stood at the side of the bed and ran a hand over her body. In its wake, goosebumps pebbled on her skin. “I can do anything I want to you.”
It was true. Everything I’d marked on my willing list, she had, too. Having that freedom was a gift. Last night had shown us there wasn’t likely to be regret or shame, and now I was eager to try more.
There was one other thing I wanted to limit tonight to give Ruby the full experience. I produced the black blindfold from my bag and crawled onto the bed. I straddled her belly, letting my semi-hard dick rest between her breasts. My erection had faded while I installed the bondage system, but the sight of a nude Ruby, tied down to the bed, had it perking up quick.
I dangled the blindfold on a finger in front of her face. “Yes?”
She smiled and nodded, and it was sexy. She lifted her head so I could slip the bands behind as I settled the fabric over her eyes. I checked to make sure it was positioned so she couldn’t see, and then rose off of her.
Fuck me. I hadn’t seen anything sexier or more inviting in my life. I studied the picture of her bound and blindfolded for a long moment, trying to commit it to memory, right along with the feeling of control flooding me. She was totally at my mercy.
Since she couldn’t see, I emptied out the rest of my bag and set the items on the nightstand so they’d be easily in reach when I was ready for them. The black, cordless vibrator was up first.
She flinched when I turned it on, the soft buzzing noise startling her. Her lips curled into a smile, asking when she already knew the answer. “What’s that?”
It was a small wand massager, but it packed a powerful punch, according to Joseph. I set the speed on low, picked the first vibration pattern it had, and placed the head of the wand against her pussy.
“Oh,” she said as she inhaled sharply.
The hum of the vibrator rang out. Short. Short. Short. Looooong.
Her hips squirmed and she moaned. I used my fingers to spread her open, and pressed the vibrator against her clit as the pattern continued.
“Oh!”
I didn’t need to ask if she liked it. Her body was showing me exactly how much she did. The wand cycled through the pattern only a few times, and she was panting. If I kept it where I was, she’d come quickly, so I took it away.
She sighed. “Did you just have all this stuff at the ready?”
“No. I have a friend who . . .” I wasn’t sure how much to tell her. “He’s into the lifestyle. He’s a Dominant. So we, uh, went shopping this afternoon.”
Even with half her face hidden by the blindfold, I could see her wide grin and pictured her bright eyes. “Oh my God, really? Tell me everything.”
Instead, I moved onto the bed. I used the vibrator on her, touching it against her beautifully pink pussy as I got comfortable, sitting between her open legs. She grew serious in one cycle of the pattern, and another moan slipped from her parted lips.
“Or just do that,” she whispered.
I’d been sure my shopping excursion was going to be painfully awkward, but I’d been wrong. Joseph was professional and business-like about the matter, and had a few free hours to help. If anything, he’d seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps he missed his role at the club. He seemed eager to share his knowledge with me of being a Dom, and interested in training me as a side project.
The idea had appeal.
“My friend, he’s a private man.” Which was true. Although Joseph didn’t have ties to the blindfold club anymore, he was not a fan of the spotlight. News had broken of his engagement soon after Payton’s wedding, and the tabloids had seized on it. They’d tried to build up a scandal, since the daughter of the richest man in Chicago wanted to marry a man fifteen years her senior.
There was certainly scandal involving Joseph, but thankfully the real one hadn’t come out.
Ruby’s jaw clenched for a moment as she drew in a breath. The vibrator against her center made her voice tight with pleasure. “How’d you meet him?”
Not only was I hesitant to talk about Joseph, I wanted Ruby focused on what we were doing right now. I knew she wouldn’t ask any further questions when I answered, “He was a client.”
The vibrator continued to sing its song between her legs. Short, short, short, long.
“Mmm,” she groaned. Her back arched up toward the ceiling and her hands balled into fists. I took the head of the vibrator away, and she slid back down to rest on the bed, exhaling loudly, loaded with frustration.
“We’re going to work on our communication,” I said. When she seemed to have cooled down enough, I returned the vibrator to its home, grinding it on her clit. She whimpered and shifted, and I grinned. “You’re going to tell me how close you are.”
It didn’t take long. Two rounds and her chest was heaving. “I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not.” I shut the wand off and set it aside while I leaned forward, scooping my hands underneath her legs.
She jerked as my mouth made contact with her swollen clit. I licked up and down, side to side, tormenting her. I started slow, and built up until she gasped for air and her legs shook.
“Tell me,” I ordered.
“I’m close.” Her moan was half of a sob. “Kyle, I’m so close.”
Chapter
TWENTY-EIGHT
I didn’t stop my tongue, but I slowed my movements. I worked it over her bundle of nerves in unhurried strokes, all while Ruby whined. The goal was to take her right to the edge then back her down from it, over and over again, until she was begging.
I dipped my tongue all the way inside and fucked her with it, before I licked upward and nuzzled.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come!”
“Don’t you dare,” I ordered, lifting my mouth away. I ran my hands sensually over her body, massaging and touching.
She shivered as she reluctantly stepped back from her orgasm. Her word was almost silent, a ghost. “Please.”
“No.” I turned the vibrator back on, set it between her breasts, and slowly traced it downward. She knew where it was going, but I wasn’t in a rush to get there. I wanted every inch I got closer to fill her with more nervous anticipation. “Give me a safe word.”
She swallowed a breath as the vibrator crossed over her belly button. “I need a safe word?”
“No might come out of you soon when you don’t mean it. Humor me.”
“I can’t think.” The vibrating head of the wand was only a few inches from its destination. It crept lower, lower still, until . . . “Oh, God. Michael Bublé.”
The laugh halted in my lungs. “Michael Bublé,” I repeated. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“New Year’s Eve,” she hissed, enduring the pleasure I was inflicting on her.
My free hand was resting on her knee, and it clenched instinctively. The slow dance and the kiss. This was a good sign.
“Okay.” Hopefully she couldn’t hear my excitement over the hum of the machine. “I’ll stop if you say stop. Or Michael Bublé.”
Her breathy word was sarcastic. “Great.”
“Getting close again?” I changed the pattern to a steady pulse, and she groaned. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”
She said nothing, but her body betrayed her. The muscles low on her stomach flinched and quivered, so I spread her folds open with my fingers, exposing her clit, and tapped the vibrator against it.
Her frustrated whimpers got me hot. Even though her ankles were cuffed, she could still move her knees inward, and she tried to close herself off to me. I put a hand on the inside of her thigh and pushed it open, giving her correction.
“Shit,” she blurted out. “Fuck, make me come.”
“No, no, no, Ruby.” I kept tapping at her, giving her a hit of pleasure and then pulling it away. “We’re just getting started.”
Was her expression horror?
For the next twenty minutes, I mixed it up. I used the vibrator, my tongue, and my hand, or any combinati
on of the three, to edge her. She stopped communicating with words after the first ten, devolving into grunts and moans. Some were pleasure, but most were frustration.
It wasn’t like I enjoyed watching her suffer, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like the power trip. I had two fingers inside her pussy and the vibrator against her clit when I brought her dangerously close. I could feel her internal walls trying to milk my fingers for enough satisfaction to push her over, so I pulled out swiftly and shut off the vibrator, dropping it beside her hip.
“No!” she cried. I slapped those same damp fingers against her pussy, getting her to jerk against her restraints. Her voice was broken. “Fuck you.”
I threw myself over her, attempted to kiss her, but she turned her head away, running from my lips as soon as she realized what I wanted to do. Her head swivel back and forth, jerking in a violent shake of her head. No, she said with every cell of her body.
Nerves turned into a stone in the pit of my stomach. Shit. I’d pushed her too far. Joseph had said to take her as far as I thought she could handle, and then add another five minutes to it. It was normal to underestimate. “Ruby—”
“Please. Please,” she whined. “Please just let me come. Please, Kyle. I’ll be good. So, so good.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. If I’d been standing, her begging would have brought me to my knees. I swallowed hard and did my best to sound stern. “You’re begging. Do you remember what I said?”
“Yes, fuck. I’ll do whatever you say from now on, I promise. Just . . . please.”
I closed my eyes. Her words were so powerful I had to hold still for a moment to endure them. Then I settled over her, slipped my hand between our bodies, and gripped my cock. “Yes,” I said. “I’m about to fuck you so good, you’ll get wet tomorrow just thinking about it.”
Her sob was coated in relief, and as I pushed inside her, it only got louder. The restraints protested as she tried to move her arms, maybe in an attempt to touch me. I sank deeper and deeper into her wetness, my mind blanking with pleasure.
“Can I come?” she gasped in my ear.
I drove into her, just one single thrust. “Yes.”
Her body bucked upward with tremendous energy. Her mouth dropped wide open, but nothing came out. The explosion stored up inside her was so epic, she seemed to lose the ability to breathe.
“Tell me every time you’re coming,” I ordered, rising on my balled fists as I drove into her. The contractions of her pussy squeezed me, making my vision haze. Don’t come. It feels really good, but don’t.
“Fuck, fuck!” she screamed, finally finding air. “I’m . . .”
The orgasm went on and on. She was wild beneath me, thrashing against her bonds. I picked up the vibrator and switched it on as I wedged it between us. “Don’t fucking stop coming.”
I didn’t really expect her to be able to, but holy shit, she obeyed. Her convulsions were accompanied by guttural moans. Her body jerked as I continued to pump into her. She couldn’t touch me, couldn’t move, and it all seemed to add to her orgasm.
It was uncomfortable with the vibrator digging into my stomach, and I focused on that rather than how good it felt. Because it felt way too fucking good. Her rasping, struggling breath seemed to slow as the pulsing inside her died down, and I lifted the vibrator away for a moment to give her a reprieve.
Ruby had been more of a one and done kind of girl when it came to sex, but I’d also never edged her or demanded more. Was it possible?
I forced the black wand between us again, the vibrations reverberating against me. “Come again, right now.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, arching up and crying out. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
Fucking hell! I stopped moving and rode out her orgasm, stunned and determined not to follow her into her release. Giving her orgasms back-to-back made me greedy. “Good girl,” I moaned over her soft cries, encouraging her. “Again. You’re going to give me one more.”
“No,” she whined. She tried to move away from the vibrator, but couldn’t. “No, it’s too much.”
She’d said no, but not stop. She hadn’t safed out. I fought against my programming to stop when I heard her no. I pressed the toy harder against her and pounded my cock deep, going as fast as I could in the less than ideal position. My voice was pure domination. “Yes, again. Do it now.”
“No, no . . .” Only her words seemed mindless, as if talking to herself.
The shift happened faster than the snap of my fingers. She threw her head back and her body locked up, seized with euphoria. Her lips moved, mouthing out inaudible obscene words. The final orgasm seemed to detonate in her, leveling all in its path.
I shut off the vibrator and dropped it to the mattress, focusing only on her. I framed her face in my hands and kissed her gently, guiding her back to me after sending her so far down into pleasure, she seemed lost. Her body was quaking uncontrollably, so I smothered her with my warmth and put as much of my skin on her as possible. I wanted her to feel our connection and how I was right here with her.
Our mouths fit together so perfectly.
I gently pressed my tongue against the seam of her lips, asking for more, and she welcomed me inside, her tongue brushing against mine. Like last night, our kiss started innocently enough, and quickly flared out of control. Even though I was lodged deep inside her, it wasn’t enough.
I wanted part of me buried inside her, and for it to stay forever.
Since I was on top, my arms wrapped so tight around her, I no longer knew if she was the one shaking, or if it was me. We remained, kissing passionately, as Ruby gradually returned to normal. With our chests pressed together, I could feel her heartrate calm and her ragged breath slow.
“You all right?” I set my lips against the side of her neck.
“Yeah. Yes. Holy shit.” Her voice was hoarse. “I’m still shaking. God, that was insane.”
I reached up and fumbled a hand over the clasp at her left wrist, freeing her. As soon as I moved to release her other wrist, her hand tangled in my hair and yanked me into her brutal kiss. She was a feral animal, pawing at me to come back as I undid her ankles.
Ruby didn’t bother to remove her cuffs, and the clasps swung when she moved her arms to embrace me. The cold metal kissed my skin as she brought her knees up, her legs wrapping snug around my waist. It felt . . . right.
After giving her such an intense orgasm, I shut off my thoughts for a while. There was no need to think about what I wanted to do to her next. She was wild enough for the two of us, and I enjoyed giving Ruby her freedom back. She seemed to be making up for lost time.
“It feels so good,” I mumbled with my face between her tits, “fucking you.”
She sighed and squeezed me tighter.
I fucked her until our bodies were sticky with sweat and I worried one of us would overheat if I didn’t put space between us. She frowned, her face pouting and announcing she was disappointed I had pulled away, but when I sat up and cooled off, the craving for control returned.
“On your stomach,” I said, my tone firm.
Gone was her pouting expression. I only got a flash of her excited look before she rolled over and arched up, presenting her flawless ass to me.
“Hands behind your back.” My words were spoken softly, but carried weight. She complied, crossing her wrists in the small of her back. The black cuffs looked good against her pale skin. I grabbed one of the clasps and snapped it around the ring on the other, turning them into handcuffs. “Fuck, you look amazing.”
I snatched up the bottle of lube I’d placed on the nightstand, along with the trainer plug Joseph had encouraged me to buy. When I’d mentioned how neither of us had tried anal before, he’d said the best chance for success was “lots of prep, and lots of lube.”
The silky lube was thick and cold as I spread it over the toy. She had one side of her face flat against the mattress and watched me over her shoulder.
I laid my free hand on her ass. “Ready?”
She nodded.
There was a sharp intake of breath from her as I eased the plug inside. Once I had it all the way to the base, I squeezed her thigh. “Okay?”
“Yeah. It feels . . . weird.”
I moved to kneel between her legs and guided her to lift her hips. Since her arms were bound behind her back, she supported herself on her chest. I teased the tip of my cock against her entrance, and she wiggled, trying to line us up so I would slide inside.
“Fuck,” we said at the same time. With the plug in her ass, her pussy was even tighter, and I groaned. One thrust. Another. Ruby moaned and pressed her face deeper into the bed.
“It feels good,” she said.
I couldn’t agree more. I was aching to drive harder and find my release. My cock had been uncomfortably hard most of the night, and was reaching the limit on not being a selfish prick. My body threatened mutiny. Every molecule in me craved to come.
She rocked her hips, pumping on me like she needed control. “I want it.” She moved faster, beating against me. She amended and clarified. “I need it . . . in my ass. Please. Give it to me.”
I exhaled like someone squeezed all the air from my lungs. She was so unbelievably hot. I slowed my tempo to a stop and pulled out of her. She seemed anxious, and the position she was in didn’t look all that comfortable, so I leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed two pillows. I wedged them beneath her hips and stomach, giving her more support.
The plug thumped to the floor after I slowly extracted it from her. More lube. First, I squeezed a good amount onto her, and then I smeared a handful over myself. The smooth, slick glide of my fingers over my dick felt good, but I had a dirtier desire.
No woman I’d ever been with had been up for anal, and maybe that was part of the appeal. It was forbidden, and like a stereotypical male, that made me curious and interested. This same reverse psychology was another reason I’d put the final paragraph into our partnership agreement. I was hopeful by taking a normal relationship off the table, it’d make Ruby hungry for it.
