by Angel Payne
Sure enough, Shay left her breasts behind to slide the ropes lower, though he pulled them apart and let them drop after swiping her mons a single time…making sure both the lengths teased for moments at her pussy as they did.
“Oh!” she cried out. “Bastardo!”
She’d barely unleased the word than Shay pulled on her hair, jerking her head back and plunging his tongue in, punishing her with violent sweeps of his tongue. If that weren’t enough to turn her knees to flan, he finished the assault by raking his teeth along her bottom lip, stripping her mouth of any control it might’ve had on its own.
“The bastard says hold still.” He ordered it before releasing her with another sharp jerk.
“The bastard” was also quite resourceful. Though Zoe’s whole body trembled and swayed with lust, she noticed that Shay had torn holes into alternating corners of the towels, forming surprising fits for her wrists. He tucked the edges of the towels through the holes to fully encase her in bonds that were better than padded cuffs. Nevertheless, he rechecked the fit on both arms, confirming her skin had room for circulation. The brusque expertise in all his movements sent her suspicions rising about his ultimate purpose. He affirmed it by looking up, behind the scrim hiding the tops of the room blinds, to the rod that held them in place.
Ohhhh, shit.
Without speaking, he took the free end of one rope and then looped it up and over the rod. Zoe’s arm rose too. She watched her muscles flex, an involuntary reaction against this very new form of bondage for her. With Bryce, she’d always been strapped down to a piece of equipment, shackled into weak positions. When Shay finished tying off both ends of the linen lines, she gazed up…and saw a bird in flight. Even her tethers were beautiful, their white lengths painted to rainbows by the shifting lights of the fantasyland below.
Shay circled around, fitting himself between her body and the glass. His eyes were dark and unreadable, his jaw still bracketed in tension, though now the essence of that strain seemed changed. In every inch of his stance and long breath from his lungs, Zoe felt him soaking up the potency of their new positions as deeply as she. Cotton and denim next to shivers and nudity. Freedom next to bondage. Power over vulnerability. Dark dominance…utter submission.
Zoe’s eyes slid shut. “Vaya,” she whispered. Just the situation itself jolted her veins with a fresh speedball of fear. She was quivering and didn’t care. The high of his power was worth the price of her lucidity.
Shay brought his hands up to the sides of her neck by way of her hips, her waist, and her breasts. “Where are we at, baby girl?” His growl was a protective caress, modulated for her ears only. “Green light? Yellow light? Red light?”
“Completely green,” she rasped, “but only if you touch me again like that.”
He yanked her head close and bit into her lips again. “That’s not how things work with me, little bottom topper—and you know it.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.” The syllables spilled out as he tunneled his hands back into her hair, streaming his fingers out to the ends, pulling hard every inch of the way. As he did, he pressed closer, his chest absorbing the rave-club pounds of her heart, his legs cushioning every new shudder that claimed her. With every motion or sound she gave him, he returned the energy with another bite or recession of pain, seeming to know just when she did and didn’t need it.
It was as magical as dancing.
Though the metaphor fit, Shay left no doubt about who dictated every step they made. Zoe was more than happy with that. She sagged, letting the pressure of the ropes and the strength of his body support every inch of her…and letting her senses fall further over the side of coherency.
“My good girl,” he said, continuing the Caligula advance of his fingers, clawing them down her back and over both swells of her ass. When he scraped them back up, she hissed from the pain but swallowed back a shriek. “You take it so well, dancer. Every bite I give…every blow I deal.”
She rolled her head up, breathing him in. Smelled like Ghid had managed to help him clean up, though the unfamiliar soap didn’t totally drown the perfect pine spice of his normal scent. “Because I belong to you,” she professed. “I take it because you’re the one giving it.”
A husky groan tore from his throat as he pulled back enough to meet her stare with the potent gold power of his. “That’s damn good to hear, because I want to fill this room with the smacks I give your sweet ass.”
He soaked up the wide pop of her eyes with a look of dark, feral satisfaction before circling his body behind hers again. He stayed close, sweeping her hair to one side so his lips trailed along her nape, sending even more shivers through her body from the contact.
“Look up, baby girl,” he finally ordered into her ear, meeting her eyes through their reflection in the window. “Watch yourself. Gaze at how beautiful you are when you give yourself to my hands…transformed into your freedom.”
His words were like classic poetry. Zoe trembled and sighed again, swept in the splendor of them.
Right before he shattered them with his first spank.
“Ayyyy!”
She’d expected a brief swat. Maybe even some warm-up taps…though those did come after he rained fire through her entire backside with that initial blow. Okay, she was officially awake now. And after settling her heart rate into something do-able, she actually relaxed a little, settling herself into the pattern of the little raps he sprinkled across both her cheeks and the tops of her thighs…
Thwack.
“Mierda! Cabrón!” The smack hurt worse than before. And the brutally hard blow after that too. Only able to react to that with a choke, Zoe slammed her eyes shut and sagged her head.
“The correct response is ‘Thank you, Sir,’” Shay directed. “And you’ll raise your head to submit it to me.”
She snapped her head up, teeth bared and glare ablaze, but taking in his face, its perfection enhanced by all the nicks, dissolved her resistance into a new puddle. He was so achingly gorgeous all the time, but never more than when he was given permission to let his Dominant run completely free. In every intense spark of his gaze and every proud angle of his posture, she witnessed what she gave to him right now…and what she had to trust he’d give her in return.
Swallowing back her anger, she instead stated with meaningful softness, “Thank you, Sir.”
He returned a nod of assertive approval—right before dealing another strict slap to her buttocks.
Ow, ow, owwwww.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Another, twice as hard. At least it felt like it.
“Th-Thank you, Sir.”
Three in a row this time. She couldn’t hold back her scream or the jerk of her hips, trying to get away from him, but he held on with a grip like steel. One rigid arm circled her waist while he spanked again—smack, smack, smack—sending even more ribbons of fire across her tender globes.
“Ahhhhh!”
She had some choice nouns in her alternate vernacular that were set to be added whether he liked it or not, but they fled her mind as he abruptly switched up the intent of his touch. Instead of pain, he took the fire he’d just wielded, spreading it into trails of tingling warmth. Back and forth he stroked, the swaths of his care becoming the most enticing massage she’d ever received—
Especially when he tucked his fingers inward.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
The word resounded through her senses as he glided over the soaked folds that begged for him the most.
New rivers flowed up through her body as he openly bit at her shoulder. The stab extended all the way to her sex, clenching toward his fingers. Needing more of him to fill her up.
“What do you say, baby girl?”
“Ohhh…Dios…thank you, Sir.”
He pulled his fingers back out. Smacked her again with hard purpose. “And now?”
“Th-Thank you, Sir.” It tumbled from her on a gasp as he drove his fingers back to her intimate core—this time, twisting one up inside her. T
wo. She gasped and shifted. Her body was more than ready, clenching on him as he drove up with fierce thrusts. She began to grind deeper, reveling in his invasion, until he suddenly left, returning to his rain of sharp fire over her backside.
“Again, baby girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The rhythm continued, a heated tease followed by an assault of hard pain, until Zoe could barely tell the difference anymore. Shay yanked her back and forth between such extremes of sensation that her mind shut down, turning her into a being only capable of one purpose—to feel.
Through it all, she never disobeyed him. As commanded, she watched every moment through her languid lashes. The effort became easier. She no longer recognized the woman in the glass, anyway. She’d become a shameless slave, a naked offering to a dark god who catapulted her body between pleasure and pain like his private plaything.
Her eyes widened a little at the most recent crack he gave her ass. The ring from it seemed to bounce off the glass, ringing in her ears. Nevertheless, she forced the words to her mouth again. “Th-Thank you—”
“No,” Shay interjected. In the glass, she watched him run his hand down her spine before swirling it across the hot spheres at the bottom. He tightened his other arm around her waist. “No more words, tiny dancer. Damn, I’m flying…and I know you are too.”
He dropped his head around to find her lips with his. Melded with her in a long kiss, caressing her tongue like they’d never tasted each other before. And mierda, was he delicious. The tang of his beer, the salt of his sweat, and the musk of his desire… It was ambrosia to her, and she sent a little mewl up her throat to beg him for more. In Shay’s chest, a responding thunder rolled, though it never reached completion. He tore back from her with a tormented snarl across his lips.
“Christ.” His breathing was labored. “I thought the domination would be enough, but I can’t get enough of you.” He suckled at her chin, her neck, her shoulder blades with hungry abandon. “I want to fuck you, baby girl, and not just with my fingers.”
Zoe felt her head rolling back and forth, as eager a nod as she could manage in the middle of this perfect, needy haze. “Sí…Sí…echemos un polvo salvaje…por favor…”
Being able to let it all out like that just sent her mind on a wilder ride. She was lost in his embrace, her body a horny mess, the fire across her ass now blending into the tissues of her labia and making her pulse even more for the fullness of his cock. She made the message clear by undulating her whole body, straining against her tethers, forcing him to see the erect points of her nipples and the gleaming folds between her thighs.
“Damn,” Shay grated. “You had me at sí, tiny dancer.”
She tossed a little grin back up at him. “Sí.”
His gaze seemed to darken—she couldn’t tell between the shadows of the room and the haze of her arousal—before he reached into his jeans pocket and slid out a glistening new condom packet. “I’m glad Ghid stuck this into the jeans he brought for me.”
“Yaaayyy, Ghid.”
“And I’m going to be really glad to watch you use that beautiful mouth again.”
“Mmmm. Yes, Sir.”
She bit her lips and eyed the colorful foil, wondering how the man had discerned all the deepest ways to fuck with her brain. Just looking at the thing, encased in his long, strong fingers, sent a gallon of fresh arousal to the tissues between her legs. It matched the speed of every neuron in her brain. What did he have planned for her? How would he control her this time? Would he untie the ropes and send her back to her knees…let her finally get him out of those jeans in the best way possible? Or would he order her to open the packet with her teeth while he watched with those molten, magical eyes?
He didn’t make her wait long to find out.
“Lick.” He nodded when she flashed a questioning stare. “You heard me, baby girl. Lick the package as if it’s the surface of my cock. Every inch. Every ridge. While I watch…and let imagination work its magic…”
His voice fell away into a raw diamond roughness, setting off a matching cascade through Zoe’s blood as she extended her tongue in willing obedience. As Shay turned the packet in front of her mouth to let her get both sides, she closed her eyes and joined him in his fantasy, dreaming that she licked his true flesh, serving him in one of the most special ways she could. In her vision, he teased her with his length, feeding her an inch only to draw it back, and then giving her a little more with his next press in…
She moaned hard.
So did Shay.
Imagination really could work magic. The air in the room hovered on sexual tension, swirling like dawn about to break, impatient in its last minutes of darkness. Zoe smelled her sex on Shay’s fingers and leaned forward a little to lick that from him too. When he hissed, pulling away the packet in order to slide his digits farther into her mouth, the cloud across her senses thickened with more delicious heat. Existing solely for his pleasure, the only object completing his passion… It was a dream she didn’t even know she had. Now, this astonishment of a man granted it to her in the very same moment.
He was the Dom of all her fantasies…and more. The warrior of her fairy tales. The miracle she’d abandoned hope of ever finding.
“Zoe…fuck…you’re so perfect.”
And the guy who knew how to hit every arousal button in her body with his illicit words.
She accepted a third finger from him with a blissful sigh, opening herself for the incessant rhythm he established, in and out with a force that built in direct proportion to the energy turning her whole body into a pulsing isotope of carnal need. She swayed on the ropes from the heady spell of it, her womb tightening, her pussy shivering. She almost wondered if she’d orgasm before he ever entered her.
Until he did enter her.
The violent thrust was a complete surprise. Time had been weirdly morphed. She didn’t remember him freeing himself or even sliding the condom on, but there was no doubt about the mass of flesh filling her now. His invasion hurt at first, a fact that was likely never going to change, but after Zoe pulled in a breath and welcomed him into her walls, the pain became the best kind of ache her body had ever known.
He pulled his fingers from her lips in order to seize her left hip. His other hand already dug into the right side, forming a double strut that gave him complete command of her body. He sure as hell used it, pulling her back in forceful jolts as he lunged up. His lusting growl matched the harsh coil of his thigh muscles, making her realize he’d somehow shucked his pants too.
She dragged her eyes open to gaze at their reflection now. Shay’s arms bulged out of his T-shirt as he controlled her, bent and flexed anew with every slam of their bodies. His legs were ropes of solid muscle, bent to accommodate their height difference but balanced by her weight as their passion escalated, fast and frantic and feral, into an animal-style fuck. In every flex of his tendons and drive of his body, one truth blared for Zoe, brighter than the dawn that was about to crest for them both.
He needed this. Needed her.
Making her wish the sunrise would never come.
Her body, the traitorous bitch, had a thoroughly different desire. Every time Shay drove into her, he took another shred of her restraint against the sweet, sharp pressure in her body…the rays of her sun just beyond the silhouettes of the night. His flesh was everywhere, buried so deep inside her that the sack at his base tapped an enticing rhythm against some of her most sensitive tissues. She sobbed against the encroachment. Wasn’t heaven supposed to last forever? And couldn’t heaven be just as beautiful in the darkness as the light?
Shay increased his tempo. Grunted harder as his cock swelled bigger.
“Oh, Zoe. Sweet baby girl,” he growled. “Here it comes. Here it comes.”
No. No.
Yes. Yes.
The sun burst over them both, brilliant and blinding as the hugest star in the sky. Certainly that was what he’d transformed her into, a consideration that made Zoe smile as
her limbs transformed to light, her mind became a cosmos, and her heart flew into a sky that glowed forever, bright and blue and warm…so wonderful and warm…
No. No.
She heard the words fall from her lips out loud as Shay slipped her wrists free from their bonds and caught her limp body against his. “Ssshhh.” It was a murmur and order in one, vibrating from his mouth into her forehead as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
She protested again as he placed her beneath the sheets. “It’s c-c-cold,” she managed, beginning to shiver.
“I know,” he said, climbing in next to her. “Come.”
Like he had to bother with that one. Zoe fitted herself to the crook of his arm in seconds, sighing in bliss as he raised his hand, so big and warm, to stroke the length of her back.
“Air-conditioning,” she mumbled, suddenly swept by exhaustion. “Damn force of nature.”
Shay’s answer came with the first smile she’d heard in his voice since he returned. “Force of nature? I think that’s you, my little hostage…not the air ducts.”
* * *
“Mierda.”
She whispered the word before even looking for the clock.
They’d both fallen asleep fast and obviously slept like a pair of corpses, because sunlight bathed the room now. Judging by the heatwaves pulsing on the outside of the glass, it had to be close to the middle of the day.
Laughter from the living room caught her attention. It sounded like Ryder—and Dan Colton, the CIA agent. Music, sweeping and dramatic, was a backing soundtrack, interrupted by a bunch of video-game explosions. Well, there was an interesting friendship in the making.
She snuggled a little closer to Shay, breathing in the perfect smell of him. The cotton of his T-shirt. The natural pine of his skin. The lingering spice from their sex. As she rubbed her foot along the inside of his calf, the scent was stirred a little—and instantly awakened all the juices in her body that mattered the most. A smile bloomed on her lips. She’d never really gotten to wrap her mouth around him last night. Maybe now was the ideal opportunity…
