by Lynn Marie
He grinned. “Good girl.”
His wolf howled at the conquest. She was his. Her pleasure was his. It stirred his blood and, if possible, made him even harder. He couldn’t fucking wait to get her bound and squirming with pleasure.
Knotting a scarf around each wrist loosely enough to allow blood flow took concentration and he had to keep himself from tying it too tightly in his excitement. She looked fucking sexy wearing nothing, red scarves trailing from her arms and pooling on the ground. “Lay back,” he told her. He watched, entranced, as she laid herself out for him.
He itched to touch her, to make her arch against him and to earn those throaty moans that went straight to his cock. He’d never gag her; he selfishly craved every mewl, sigh and scream. She grew restless under his stare and he had to smile—she always did get uncomfortable when he was fully clothed and she was nude. There would be plenty of time for him to uninterruptedly stare when she couldn’t move.
In a business-like manner, he tied the other end of the scarf to the corner post and made quick work of her other arm. He toyed with the idea of anchoring her legs to the posts, as well—there was something to be said for jumping right in to a full-bondage scenario—but she might do better with baby steps. Plus, it was damn hard to fuck someone whose legs were tied down and he wasn’t sure if he’d have the patience to untie her when the time came.
She tested the bonds, wrapping her fingers around the scarf and pulling. He didn’t need to check if they were secure because the look on her face of resignation and undisguised sexual interest told him exactly that.
“And now, we play.”
He reached up and grabbed the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. The room was a comfortable enough temperature, but he could feel her gaze burning into his chest, heating him from the inside. He flexed, enjoying her involuntary hip gyration in response. She rubbed her thighs together, desperate for some stimulation on what he could easily assume was throbbing flesh. God knew his own was throbbing.
He loved how much his woman appreciated his body, and wished he knew what to do to make her understand that he felt the same. He had some ideas… But first he was going to tease her, the way she seemed so fond of doing. He laid his hand on his lower stomach, drawing her eyes down, and dipped his fingers in the waistband of his jeans. With jerky, rushed movements, he unbuttoned them and let them fall, revealing the extent of his need for her.
She licked her lips and undulated. With her arms spread wide, she couldn’t go far, but it didn’t stop her from trying. “Michael,” she moaned.
The raw desire in her eyes nearly undid him and his carefully cultivated restraint. He didn’t feel the need to answer her unformed request. He had big plans and they did not involve plunging into her wet and willing body simply because they both wanted it. What he was going to do would drive them both mad with lust first.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” he said slowly, gauging her reaction for any traces of real fear.
After a moment, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and it was all the encouragement he needed. It was a heavy thing for her to place herself so completely at his mercy, and the significance of it wasn’t lost on him. Sex was riddled with all kinds of unspoken agreements—nudity was vulnerability and losing yourself in someone else was a surrender—but sex where one person had no knowledge of what was coming and no power to stop it was a different beast entirely.
“Okay,” she agreed.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised.
He selected the blindfold from the small pile of toys in the corner of her bed and kneeled next to her. The position brought his dick right next to her face and he had to concentrate on unknotting the strap of the blindfold to stop from placing himself at the entrance to her mouth.
Apparently, she had the same idea. As he got the strap in order, he felt a warm, urgent pull on the tip of his cock and he dropped the blindfold. He stared down into wide, affectedly innocent eyes.
He had to laugh—obviously she intended to make the most of her limitations. He cupped her cheek after delivering a light slap, then swept his palm down her neck and chest to squeeze her breast more roughly than he usually did. She bowed into his grip in spite of the bite of pain.
“Don’t forget who’s running this show.” Her answering smile was feline. He recovered the blindfold and slid it down over her eyes. “Can you see?”
Her head moved up and to the side, testing it out. “No. I’m in the dark.”
He grinned, letting himself drink in the sight of her body spread wide for his unimpeded viewing pleasure. She had kept her legs pressed together, but there was no way for her to hide from him.
He stood back, staring. She became restless more quickly, but he kept himself from putting her at ease by going to her. He needed a second to develop his plan of attack. This wasn’t the first time he’d played these games, but Evelyn required special consideration.
He’d tied up, spanked, flogged and blindfolded a lot of women and his wolf had always enjoyed the animalistic way they wanted to be fucked. But hadn’t driven Michael’s actions or vied for authority. Now, the line between his desires as a man and as a wolf was rapidly becoming blurred and what he did with Evelyn required fierce concentration.
His wolf wanted out—it didn’t care if its mate wasn’t the same form. He wanted to do things to her. He wanted to worship her with his tongue and teeth. He wanted to touch her and give pleasure where others hadn’t been able. He wanted to awaken emotions and sensations that would drive her higher than she’d ever been. He wanted to use her for his own pleasure and then give it back to her fivefold.
He steeled himself. There was no way he was letting the beast out, but he could still give it what it wanted.
She turned her head towards him in silent entreaty. She was ready. He trailed his fingertips across her mouth, then along her jaw and down her neck. Her skin prickled against his touch and she sucked her lip in between her teeth. Part of the excitement of being blindfolded was not knowing where the next touch would come from, or what would be doing the touching. However, he instinctively knew she needed him to take it a bit easier on her. By talking to her, she’d at least know where he was.
“You have perfect breasts, Evelyn,” he said. Though he touched the tip gently, she flinched at the unexpected contact. He swirled around her areola and was rewarded with the puckering of the nipple. He took it between his thumb and index finger and squeezed.
She whimpered.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
He manipulated the other nipple the same way and eyed the clamps at the bottom of the bed. “How’s your pain tolerance?”
Slight panic edged her voice. “What? Um… normal, I guess?” He pinched her nipple again and she moaned, then laughed. “You tell me—you’re the one doing the spanking and pinching.”
“I suppose you’re right. And in that case, I’d say you can take more pain than a five year old but less than a six year old.”
“Hey!” she pouted.
He chuckled and moved down to the bottom of the bed. He picked up the clamps noisily, so she’d know, and pressed the cold metal into the skin of her calf. She jumped again.
“Relax,” he murmured, drawing a line on her skin up towards her torso. He lightly skimmed her inner thighs and held his hand just over the glistening lips of her pussy, so she could feel the heat of him, a phantom caress, and anticipate a touch that would never come.
Her breath started coming in faster.
“I could look at you forever, Evelyn. Especially like this. When I can touch you anywhere I want.” This time when he skimmed the clamp over her skin, she didn’t flinch. She was catching on, then.
There was no need for him to give any additional attention to her nipples for them to take the clamps, but where was the fun in that? “I can kiss you anywhere I want, too.”
He bent down and took the pink peak into his mouth, raking his teeth and
tongue over the tight bud. Her head thrashed against the pillow and she groaned. He sucked it into his mouth and rolled the other puckered nipple in his free hand. Without warning, he placed a clamp on it.
She hissed and moaned, torn between the sensations of his warm mouth and the unyielding, cool metal. When he touched the clamp to make sure it would stay in place, she cried out. “It hurts.”
“Too much?” he already knew the answer, but needed to hear it. “Or does it hurt good?”
“It hurts good,” she admitted.
He held her unadorned breast. It was heavy and he liked how it fit in his hand. He swiped his thumb across the peak to get rid of his saliva—he wanted to make sure the clamp wouldn’t slip. When he placed it, she bit her lip but didn’t make a sound.
He stepped back to admire his handy work. Her chest was heaving with her breath and the clamps swayed with each rise and fall. He desperately wanted to watch them sway as he drove into her again and again, but his cock wasn’t calling the shots yet.
“You have no idea how pretty this picture is.”
“Michael, I’m… I’m dying,” she protested. “Touch me, please.”
He slid a hand down her thigh and she leaned into his touch. “You’d like that?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He slapped her thigh and she jumped. “Who’s running side to side. He slapped her thigh again and she shrieked, “Y-you!”
He smiled. “You know, it occurs to me that I never properly punished you for your little trick earlier.”
Her jaw slackened and she leaned away from him. “Wait!” she cried, but she was laughing.
“How are you going to stop me?” he all but growled.
In seconds, he had grabbed each ankle and spread her legs to crawl between them. He let her feel the tip of him at her entrance and backed away. She bucked her hips in protest, but he held her down easily with a thick arm across her middle. When she calmed, he parted her legs farther and pressed her knees into the mattress.
They were both going to enjoy this punishment.
Evelyn hadn’t understood what people meant by “heightened senses” until now. She’d known that losing a sense would amplify the others, but it was almost like she’d lost two. Because her fingers couldn’t touch his face, the rest of her body generated its image in her head. The rasp of the thick stubble on his chin, the warmth of his firm arms, and the whisper-light touch of his fingertips felt so much more.
When he put his mouth on her aching flesh, she nearly came undone. He lapped at her clit like it was his favorite kind of lollipop. He sucked the swollen flesh in his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue across it. Her body spasmed. Just as she started to feel like she was floating and her muscles clenched, he stopped and blew warm air gently on her.
She cried out, startled and dismayed at the loss of her release.
He kissed her thigh and reached up to manipulate her stinging nipples. She whimpered like a puppy. Her skin felt clammy and overheated at the same time. She knew she must be covered with a sheen of sweat.
As her heartbeat resumed a more normal pace, she felt Michael’s mouth on the center of her frustration. It came on her faster this time, maybe because she was primed and ready, maybe because he was so good at it, maybe because she needed it so badly. Her shoulders started to shake and her belly contracted to the point of pain.
And he stopped. The pain receded and was replaced with burning, pulsating pressure.
This time, she let out a noise of pure exasperation.
“Something wrong?” his voice was dripping with mirth. She didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling. He knew exactly what he was doing. And worse, the bastard seemed to be enjoying it!
Well fine! If he was going to be such a sadist, she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of responding to his sick little game. And she certainly wouldn’t come for him.
She cleared her throat. “Not at all. Please, continue.”
As he started up again, flicking back and forth, she tried in vain to control the tiny jerking movements of her traitorous body. Her hips wanted to bring her core closer to the source of her imminent escape, her toes wanted to curl, and her arms wanted to fight the bonds and force his mouth exactly where she needed it.
She’d think of other things. Like doing taxes and filing paperwork and how much her nipples throbbed… No! Not nipples. Going to the bank and cleaning a toilet and the acute emptiness inside of her, just waiting to be filled and stretched by his massive… No! Rescuing kittens from trees and teaching children how to do long-division and the smell of the earth after a rainstorm and the feeling of his thick fingers inside every orifice…
It really was no use. His determined tongue worried at her over sensitized clit, making her forget her own name.
She was so focused on the center of her need, she didn’t piece together the shifting on the bed and the buzzing sound until she felt the vibrations against the lips over her entrance. It tickled her skin and she leaned away, but he slid an arm under her butt and held her firmly where he wanted her. Rendered immobile, all she could do was express vocally how much she enjoyed the tingling sensation circling her opening. He pushed it in, just a little, and pulled back.
Okay, this teasing was getting out of control. She opened her mouth to… what? Plead for mercy? Goad him into fucking her already? Her voice was her only defense left—her only weapon against him—but she couldn’t have found it if she’d tried. All she was capable of was half-broken cries and gasps.
He slid the length of the vibrator up her slit, coating it in her arousal. This whole new sensation added to the mixture had her pulling at her wrists, writhing under him. She wanted both to break free of his grip and force herself closer to him.
As the vibrator slid downwards from her clit, he didn’t stop, as she’d hoped he would, to satisfy the acute emptiness inside of her. The vibrations seemed to grow stronger as he placed the now well-lubricated tip against her anus. Her mind swam. Was he going to—
The slim shaft met little resistance from her body, but it triggered hysteria. It was wrong, how it felt, and so, so right. Invasive, but indulgent. She felt depraved and enjoyed it and craved more. The pulses radiated outward from her ass, and she quivered.
“Michael,” she choked on a half-broken sob. “Michael, please.” To her own ears, she’d never sounded so utterly desperate and pained. If she didn’t have him immediately, she was sure she’d die.
He pushed it in and pulled it out, slowly and deliberately. When the tip of his tongue circled her clit, she cried. The force of her orgasm assumed control of all her faculties and she completely lost awareness.
She was so limp and disoriented as she recovered from her pleasure that she didn’t notice at first that he’d removed her blindfold and untied her hands. The vibrator, too, was gone. She lazily blinked against the light and met his gaze as he positioned himself above her. Too delirious to decipher the expression on his face, she cupped it and kissed him. She hoped he’d understand everything that she couldn’t put words to.
He kissed her back and finally, finally came into her. As he entered her, he removed the clamps from her nipples and she died all over again. The blood rushed back in to the tender flesh and she cried as the pain diverted her focus, only to strengthen it. Her head dropped, but she wrapped her arms around him and held on with all the strength she had left.
He was fierce with her, taking from her and demanding more. He buried his head in her shoulder and bit. Her tired body launched her into the stars again, but this time she had him between her legs and in her arms. He must have followed her not long after, because he collapsed next to her.
He pulled her onto her side, and squeezed her in his firm embrace. He’d caught her with her arms crossed, sandwiched between them. Eyes closed, and legs tangled together, they lay face to face, breathing in the air that the other had dispossessed.
A few seconds ticked by while they lay next to each other. The silence was comfor
table at first, but slowly it started to seem more and more intimate. Lovers, not needing the pillow talk to connect them after sex…
Was that what that was? Sex? Definitely not.
She opened her eyes and he was looking at her. “Did I scream?”
He chuckled and she felt it resound. “Yeah.”
She extracted herself from him and sat up. Everything felt different. The way she’d acted, the way she’d felt—the way he’d made her feel—it all seemed so surreal now. “I’m going to shower.”
“Want some company?” he asked, grinning lazily with self-satisfaction. “I can wash your back while you’re on your knees.”
She swallowed and shook her head.
His grin disappeared. “Something wrong?”
“That was a fun…” At his raised eyebrows, she blushed and ducked her head. “Okay, that was unbelievably intense. But I want you to know that all that stuff we just did…”
“You’ve never done it before?” he guessed.
“I’ve never… How do I put this…” she grappled for the words. “Just because I wanted to be dominated in bed doesn’t mean I want someone telling me what to do in other areas of my life. I run my own business and I take care of myself.”
“Where is this coming from? I was just kidding,” Michael said as he propped himself up on one elbow.
“I know…” She fought the urge to fiddle with the blankets underneath her. If she met his eye, she might just forget herself and her convictions. He had a power over her. “I just don’t want you to think that I want someone to control me or take care of me.”
Michael listened intently and then fell silent. He sat up. “I like that about you, you know,” he said, surprising her. “That you’re strong and independent. You don’t take shit from people.”
A line appeared between her eyebrows as she narrowed her eyes. “I thought you got off on telling me what to do.”
“I do. But your independence is part of what makes you so damned attractive. I want you to challenge me, to be my equal—it’s what makes it so much sweeter for me when you do submit to me in bed.” His hand found hers and he threaded his fingers through hers.
