by Ravenna Tate
“I can’t. Not with you doing that.”
“Good.” He kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. “That’s exactly where I want you. So fucking hot for me that you’re ready to die.”
“I’m already there.” He was the sexiest man she’d ever met. All thoughts of the discovery he’d made this morning and her resulting confusion as they’d talked were gone now. The only thing racing through Carolyn’s mind was getting that dick back inside her.
The towel teased her breasts, drying them so slowly she thought she’d die from need. When he moved it between her legs, she clung to his arms, enjoying the way his muscles flexed as he rubbed the cloth seductively back and forth several times.
The closer her climax drew, the more Carolyn whimpered. She thought he was going to let her come, but he stopped. “Please…”
“No. Not yet.”
That grin! Those eyes! She couldn’t look away. But dammit, she wanted him. Now. Carolyn bent over and took his dick into her hands, licking it from his balls to the tip. He groaned loudly and grasped her head.
At first she thought he was going to push her away, but he didn’t. He held her head still but this was an uncomfortable angle, so Carolyn released his cock and he let go of her head. She glanced around the room, spotted the perfect solution, and smiled. Grabbing his dick again, she walked toward a bench against the far wall. “Come with me, big boy.”
“You’re getting quite mouthy.” The tone of his voice suggested she was skating on thin ice, but at least he followed her.
When she sat on the bench, he grasped her head again. Carolyn licked him, slowly, torturing him the way he’d done to her earlier. “Yes, I can tell you do like my mouth.”
“I love it.” He pushed her head closer to his dick. “But stop playing around and do something with it.”
“I am.” She licked his balls, and was rewarded with a frustrated grunt.
“Suck me, Carolyn.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, hard.
“I will. Have some patience.”
This time, he pulled her to her feet, one hand on her hair and the other by her arm. He was inches from her face. “Give me a damn blowjob, or I’ll get my leather strap and use it on your very bruised ass. It will hurt like fucking crazy.”
As she imagined him doing exactly that, a shaky gasp came out. Part of her wanted him to. Was that sick and twisted? Maybe so, but she couldn’t deny the temptation to see if he really would do it. “Oh, I see how it is. I’m not allowed to come but you are?”
A wicked gleam filled his eyes as he held her gaze. “You have three seconds to sit back down and take my cock into your mouth, or the next thing we do will have you under me, unable to move, taking as many swats with a strap as I say you will take.”
The most decadent images she’d ever entertained danced through her mind. The power in this man’s voice and in his presence was mesmerizing.
“You will cry. And after I’m done, I will fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, as many times as I want, in any room that I want, and for as long as I want. And as for those orgasms you crave, you will come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”
Heaven help her. She wanted him to do exactly that, pain and all. Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms, and her clit throbbed.
“Are you listening to me?”
All she could do was nod. Her voice was gone.
After watching her with narrowed eyes for a few seconds, he pushed her back into a sitting position on the bench. “All right. Don’t say you didn’t ask for this, Carolyn.” Jagger grasped her hair again, and this time he held it hard, pulling it away from her scalp to the point of pain. “Open your mouth.”
Soft moans escaped her throat as she did what he commanded. She was forced to relax her throat muscles because he roughly shoved his dick inside, all the way down to his balls. “You’re going to swallow my cum.”
A crazy intense orgasm began while he fucked her mouth hard and rough. She whimpered as he pushed in and out, keeping the traction on her hair the entire time. She’d never had so much cock inside her mouth at once. The fullness was intoxicating, and it prolonged her climax. He groaned loudly and cried out just before hot cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed as much as she could before he pulled out.
“Good girl.” He was panting, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his face. “That was fucking amazing. You’ve earned that orgasm.” Jagger picked her up and placed her on the counter, facing him. He sat on the bench and spread her legs. When he pushed two fingers into her pussy, he sucked on her clit, hard.
So she didn’t slide off the counter, she clutched his head for support as another intense orgasm washed over her. Carolyn cried out while he finger fucked her until her pussy was sore. He continued sucking and licking her clit until a third climax was on the way.
“Are you close again?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop!”
But he did. He stood and grinned, while she banged her fists on the counter in frustration.
“Good. That’s where I want you right now.” He lifted her off the counter, then picked her up again and tossed her over his shoulder. “Now the real fun begins.”
Chapter Eleven
Instead of carrying her to his bedroom like Carolyn thought he would, he headed downstairs and into the great room where he dropped her onto the sofa. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back. If you’re not in that exact spot when I return, the game is over and I’ll never fuck you again.”
Right. She doubted that, but it was fun to play along anyway. As he sprinted up the stairs, she admired his naked body. The man even had muscles in his ass, for God’s sake. Her pussy was already sore, but her lust for him had reached a fevered pitch now, and she looked forward to another good, hard fucking.
When he came back downstairs, he carried a small black leather bag. “I recognize that.”
“Do you now?” He dropped it on the coffee table, and she eyed it, wondering what deviousness he’d come up with. She couldn’t wait to find out.
“You had it at the club.”
He went into the kitchen and retrieved the jar of salve he’d given her, placing it next to the bag. “You have a good memory.” He pointed toward the end of the sofa. “Over here. Bend over the arm. Lay your torso and head on the cushion.”
After doing as he asked, she drew in a sharp breath when he removed a spreader bar and leather cuffs from the bag. “Is this all right? If I remember correctly, you were okay with bondage.”
What could she say? To explain what had changed since that night would take too long and kill the mood. “Yes. Just excited, that’s all.” One tiny white lie wouldn’t hurt, would it?
“I won’t leave you alone,” he said, fitting a cuff around each wrist. “You’re safe. If it gets to be too much tied up, tell me and I’ll take them off. Understood?”
“Yes. Okay.” Carolyn hadn’t done this with anyone since that night. She’d never trusted another person enough to try. But everything had changed over the years.
Memories of the nightmare tried to push their way in, but she chased them back into the shadows. No! This wasn’t the same thing. Jagger was right here. He said he wouldn’t leave her alone.
But could she really trust him this much? She barely knew him.
Even while those thoughts raced through her mind, being tied up again was so raw and decadent. She wanted this to happen, and she wanted to enjoy it. She wanted to be completely under his control. It would be so incredible to trust another human being this much. Ever since that scene, she’d craved to feel this way again.
“If you don’t want to,” he said, “we won’t.”
The tone in his voice suggested he realized her hesitation. The urge to tell him about the nightmares and the claustrophobia bubbled up, and she almost started to. Almost. But she knew it would ruin the mood. Plus, she had no desire to have him play shrink. Experiencing this would be good for her. She’d use it to help
ease her fear of tight places. And besides, this apartment was hardly dark and dank. She could do this. She wanted to do it.
A hot kiss that included him shoving his tongue into her mouth brought her back to the present. “Put your arms behind your back, beautiful.” Once she did, Jagger clipped the cuffs together. “There. God, that’s so fucking sexy.” Next he put the spreader bar on, after asking her to move her legs apart. “Now we’re ready.”
He was so damn gorgeous! His hair was loose and still damp, and those brilliant blue eyes blazed with lust and wicked humor. Carolyn had never seen anything so fucking sexy in her life. Jagger placed the bag on the table next to her face, and knelt so she could see him.
“Are you ready? This is really going to hurt, but I promise to fuck you good and hard again. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She could barely breathe she was so excited. It was all right being bound like this. It was more than all right, because she knew he would release her if she couldn’t handle it, and she knew what pleasure was coming along with it.
“In your ass and your pussy, just like last night.”
“Yes. I want that.”
“And in your mouth. You’re mine to do with what I want, Carolyn.”
“I know.”
Another hot kiss that sent shivers through her body trailed down her neck, over the sides of her breasts, and across her back. When he reached her ass cheeks, he licked them, spread them and continued licking her asshole. She cried out in surprise. No one had ever done that, and it was so damn erotic she nearly came again.
Movement to her left side caught her eye, and she turned her head to watch him pull a thick leather strap from the bag. He’d used that same strap during their scene. Tears stung her eyes as she wondered whether he’d saved it, and had now brought it downstairs on purpose.
“Remember this?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” Wow. He had saved it.
The tender look he gave her took her breath away. She wanted this. She’d asked for it. She’d let him tie her up, and she was going to take this because she was dying to feel that stiff leather on her ass again. The pleasure that came along with it would blow her mind. She just knew it would.
The strap felt cool and powerful as he brushed it across her ass cheeks. She couldn’t stop her soft moans. “You’re really bruised from last night. This is going to hurt.” He seemed to delight in telling her that, and it was his teasing humor that captivated her, as much as what he physically did to her. The psychological mind games were a huge turn-on, just as they’d been all those years ago.
When he brought the strap down across her cheeks she yelled. “Holy shit!” And that was only one swat. Had it hurt that much the first time? Her ass hadn’t been bruised already that night. This was entirely different.
Could she really handle this? Yes. Yes, she could, because when he did it a second and third time, the surge of desire racing through her outweighed the pain. Surely someone had poured hot lava on her ass cheeks. That’s how much they burned, but she was also so excited she nearly came again.
Every happy thought she’d ever had bubbled up, and the pain and pleasure became one. A rush of emotion engulfed her, and she gasped a few times before the tears let go and she cried in huge, racking sobs.
Each strike sent searing pain plus overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, until Carolyn was barely conscious of either sensation. She heard Jagger’s voice, but it was far away. “Carolyn, you’re so damn beautiful like this, all tied up.”
A peaceful, floating sensation, as if she were looking down on the scene instead of being part of it, settled over her. It took her a few seconds to realize he’d stopped hitting her. Her arms and legs were stiff from being in one position, and her face was damp from the tears that pooled in her hair.
“Are you all right?”
The cuffs and the spreader bar were off, and he was cradling her in his lap. When had that happened?
“Say something.”
Why did he sound so concerned?
“Here.” A bottle of water was poised near her lips. “Drink this. Please.”
Once her brain decided to work again, Carolyn took it from him and drank half of it. She gazed into his eyes. “What happened?”
“I thought you might be in subspace, but you went too deep. I was afraid I’d really hurt you.”
Oh, so you do care. “No. It was amazing. I wish I could put it into words.”
“I’m so glad.” He pulled her close and stroked her hair. “It was so damn perfect to see tears on your face. You have no idea what that does to me, seeing you helpless and unable to get away.”
Once again, she poised on the verge of telling him about the nightmares, but gazed down at his erection instead. “I can see what it does to you.” When in doubt, find the humor.
Laughter rang out as he repositioned them until he was lying on top of her. He ground his cock against her pussy. “Reach over there and take a condom out of the bag.”
It wasn’t easy to reach over and dig around in the bag. She giggled with the effort, especially because Jagger was lying on top of her. Finally, she felt the box. She pulled it out of the bag and retrieved a condom. He sat back on his heels. “Put it on.”
Um … sure. She’d never actually done that before, so she fumbled around with it for a few seconds while her face heated up with embarrassment.
“Hurry up, woman! I need to fuck you.”
“Sorry. I’ve never done this. Don’t want to screw it up.”
A look of incredulity spread across his face. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Jagger took it from her. “Here. Let me show you how.”
“Why wouldn’t you have guessed it?”
The look he gave her was humorous. “I didn’t mean to imply anything. Just surprised that a woman your age has never put a condom on a guy, that’s all.”
“A woman my age? I’m only thirty. You make it sound like I’m ready for senior discounts.”
“You’re thirty? Really?” He put on the condom and leaned over to kiss her. “You don’t look a day over sixteen.”
“Sick, Jagger. Really twisted and sick.”
“And you just now figured that out?”
After spreading her legs wide, he lifted her hips so they rested on his thighs, then sank his cock into her pussy. She cried out as he fucked her hard and deep. When one hand massaged her clit at exactly the right speed and pressure, Carolyn moaned loudly as a strong climax spread through her.
But Jagger didn’t stop once her orgasm began to subside. He rammed in and out of her roughly, forcing her contractions to keep going. It was wild and animalistic, and she loved every second of it. Sweat pooled at her hairline and under her breasts. Tiny droplets of sweat flew off his hair as he pounded into her, grunting and groaning.
When he withdrew, he kissed her again. He turned her over, pulled the bottle of lube from the bag, and wet two fingers. He spread her ass cheeks with the other hand, and pushed his fingers into her asshole. “Not as tight as last night. You’re getting used to this.”
“That feels so damn good.”
Once he removed his fingers, he slid his cock inside her ass, fucking her slowly this time. Each thrust pushed her groin into the cushions below her, and the climax he’d forced on her kept going until Carolyn could barely breathe.
When he pulled out again, she was disappointed, but not for long. “Time for a different room.” He changed his condom and helped her stand before placing everything in the bag. Slinging it over his shoulder, he took her hand. “Ever fuck in a kitchen?”
It was impossible not to laugh at the question. “Um, no. I can’t recall doing so.”
“Me either.”
“I’m shocked.”
The dark glance he gave her sent shivers down her spine. “Watch it, beautiful.”
“And if I don’t?” It was way too much fun now to tease him, because she knew
what the result would be.
Jagger opened a drawer and pulled out a wire whisk. She hadn’t seen one of those since she was a kid. He held it up. “What do you think this would do to your ass cheeks right now?”
“I think it would push me past my pain limits.” She’d had enough spanking with leather, or any other materials, for now.
The look on his face suggested he was weighing her comment. He watched her for a second or two before returning the whisk to the drawer. “I think you’re right. I’ll have to think of another way to punish you for that smart mouth.”
“I can’t wait.”
“You’re quite a little spitfire, but I like it.”
As he removed the jar of salve from the bag, he told her to turn around. Once she did, he smoothed the cream onto her ass cheeks. It smelled like aloe and eucalyptus, and after a moment the pain subsided.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“A huge improvement. Thank you.”
“Make sure you put more on later, before you go to sleep.”
“I will.”
A wicked grin split his face as he glanced around the kitchen. He opened another drawer and dug around, finally removing a roller docker. She hadn’t seen one since her parents were alive.
“You do a lot of baking?”
Soft laughter filled the space between them. “Ah, no. But I do have a lot of kitchen utensils. Do you know what this is?”
“Yes. My mother used one. It’s a spiked rolling pin, used to prevent dough from over rising or blistering.”
He raised his brows. “Impressive. But can it really do that, being made of plastic?”
“Surprisingly, yes. It can.”
“I wish it was metal.”
“Sounds like you need to buy yourself a Wartenberg wheel.”
“Would you believe I don’t have one? This will do for now.” He crooked his index finger at her. “Come on over, beautiful.”
She did as he asked, wondering how in the hell he had so much self control. He placed the lube and condoms on the window seat before he sat down and patted his lap. “Climb on.”
After she did, straddling him, he asked if she was comfortable.
