by CM Albert
“Fuck, Brynn, you need to stop,” he growled, though his hands found the sides of my face and he pressed his cock even deeper into my throat. I felt him pulse, on the brink of coming. I wanted to taste more than the few little droplets that were on the tip of his cock when he’d pressed past my lips that first, glorious time. But I couldn’t.
I pulled my head back, cupping his balls in my hand. “Come on my stomach,” I said.
He gripped his cock, yanking it a few times as I lifted my head and licked along the bottom of his sac. It pushed him over the edge, his legs tensing as he released onto my stomach with an animalistic growl.
I ran my hands over the warm, thick liquid, rubbing it in as I kissed the delicate skin between his thighs, his body jerking at the little flicks of my tongue. He reached his hand down, stroking his fingers through my hair as he gazed at me, reverently almost.
“Up,” he murmured.
I rolled over onto my stomach and pressed off the bed. He yanked off the soiled comforter and tossed it to the floor, then took my hand and led me to an alcove in the master suite. It had a separate set of tinted glass doors I hadn’t noticed, made to look like a walk-in closet. I gasped when he opened them, realizing it was a fully equipped cedarwood sauna. The rich almost-red wood practically vibrated with energy as steam rose from the hot black rocks to the side.
Pierce opened a small chest and took out a warm washcloth, rubbing it over my belly. He used another one to clean off his shaft, as there was still chocolate frosting around the base. We both laughed when we looked at each other, finding lingering bits of frosting on the corners of our mouths and on our fingers. He leaned forward, pressing two of his fingers into my mouth so I could clean the frosting off. Then he dipped his head and licked the side of my mouth. For some reason, the tender, intimate move nearly decimated me.
I was holding my breath, my heart hammering inside my chest, when he turned me around so I could get a view of the city beyond the large tinted window. I took his hand and led him to the bench along the wall in front of it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder as we looked out at the twinkling lights.
“What’s that building over there?” he asked, pointing at the bright pink, neon glow coming from one of the office buildings in the distance.
“That’s the Duke Energy corporate office,” I said. “They light it up different colors for different events. This month is breast cancer awareness month, so it’s bright pink.”
“That’s beautiful,” he said. He brushed my hair off my shoulder as he began sucking the skin. It didn’t take long for my flesh to pebble again. “I can’t stop wanting you, Brynn.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“I keep telling myself after the next time, we’ll talk some more. I’ll let the poor woman rest. Then, I see your naked body, and I crave the fucking taste of you.”
I nodded, leaning my head back against his chest as he reached his hands around and cupped my breasts. He rolled the nipples gently, then applied more pressure and pinched them. I moaned, pressing my thighs together.
“Have you ever worn nipple clamps before?” he asked huskily.
I nodded, my bottom pressing back at the thought.
“Who for?”
“Myself,” I said. “I’ve never worn them with a lover, but I have a pair. I wear them sometimes when I masturbate.”
He groaned against my neck, pinching my nipples harder. “What I wouldn’t do to have a pair right now,” he said. He turned me around in his arms, then dipped his head. “Your tits are fucking perfect.”
He lapped his tongue over a nipple, grinning when my body spasmed at the soft flick he lashed me with next. “Your nipples are so sensitive,” he murmured, popping one all the way into his mouth.
My back arched, and I reached out, grabbing his head. I held him tight to my chest as he sucked hard on my delicate flesh. I was getting wetter again by the second. I swear I was about to come just from his tongue against my pebbled nipple. He popped it out of his mouth and stood up.
“Wait here,” he said mysteriously.
I bit my lip, having no clue what he was up to. I stared out at the Queen City in the distance. How the hell had I wound up at the Lion’s Den, in a sauna overlooking the city, on my birthday? Correction—it was no longer my birthday. It was Halloween now. And though I had no solid plans, I wanted time with Lindy today to tell her everything. I needed time to let my body recover from my endless rounds of hot sex with Pierce. And even though I’d promised myself no work this weekend, there were always emails I could answer, and my house wasn’t going to clean itself.
My mind was clearing up, and my day-to-day life was threatening to slip back in just as Pierce returned to the sauna.
“No deep thoughts,” he said, kissing my throat. “Only pleasure tonight.”
My body instantly responded to Pierce’s lips, his warm tongue.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
I turned my head to look at him, searching his intense gaze.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
His eyes were piercing blue, and for some reason, I felt as if they broke through every barrier of mine until they reached the rawest depths of my soul. It was beyond unnerving, especially since Pierce was virtually a stranger to me.
Did I trust him?
I was in his hotel room, wasn’t I?
“I do,” I whispered.
“Good. Now close your eyes, birthday girl. I have a little surprise for you.”
I looked out at the city one last time before closing my eyes. Cool silk brushed my skin as Pierce secured a blindfold around my eyes, driving my world into complete darkness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE TIE WASN’T too tight, and the cool, silky fabric made my thighs tingle with anticipation. I’d only let one other boyfriend tie me up or practice any light BDSM-type sex play in the bedroom—and he’d been my boyfriend for close to three years. So, the fact that I was handing over complete control to a near stranger told me I might be a little too far gone on the sex-crazed scale tonight.
He ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. Goose bumps broke out over my skin. “God, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked, trailing kisses down my back. My chest was heaving with anticipation from not being able to see or know what was coming next.
Pierce cupped my ass, lifting it in his hands and kissing it. Then, he drew in a mouthful of flesh and sucked so hard I knew I’d have a bruise there tomorrow. He massaged my cheeks as he sucked my flesh, making me wetter than I imagined I’d feel from such a simple act.
When he stood, I felt the long, thick rod of his shaft press against me as he leaned in and kissed my neck and ears again. I shivered.
“Have you ever given up control, Brynn?”
I shook my head.
“Do you want to?”
I bit my lip, unsure.
He placed his hand between my thighs from behind and slid his finger back and forth over my wet slit. He chuckled. “You do, baby girl,” he said. “Whether you know it or not, you do.”
I nodded, my heart hammering.
“For the rest of our time together, you will do as I say.”
I swallowed. Could I really do this? What if he asked me to do something I didn’t want to? I suppose I wouldn’t be here that much longer anyway. How hard could it be to let him be a little bossy in the bedroom for the rest of the night?
“Are we clear?”
I nodded.
“I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I want to push you, Brynn. Your body was made for me to fuck, to play with, to dominate.”
Holy shit. Why was I getting so wet with each slow, deliberate word he was saying?
“I want every minute I can get with you while I’m here—do you understand?”
It was just one night, right? So sure. Why not.
“Yes, sir,” I said, unsure if I was saying or doing the right thing.
“I’m not a dom, Brynn,” he said. “You don’t have to call me sir.”
I swallowed. “What if I want to?”
He chuckled. “If it turns you on, you can call me anything you want to.”
I licked my lips, my pussy clenching.
Pierce gathered both of my hands behind my back and wrapped another tie around them, binding them together. They settled nicely just above my ass. I couldn’t help it. I had to full-on bite my lip from moaning at the idea of being blindfolded and tied up in front of him. Lindy was going to lose her shit when I told her—though I was quite sure she and Walter did this kind of stuff all the time. She told me once that she called him Daddy in the bedroom.
There was no way I was calling Pierce that.
He turned me around, then said, “Take a deep breath in, then hold it. Don’t release it until I tell you to.”
I did as he said, though not sure why. As soon as I got to the top of my inhalation, I nearly cried out. Something cold and metal bit into the flesh of my nipple, squeezing it hard. I whimpered, my body nearly buckling. Then I felt the cold pinch on my other nipple. They both burned, the fire striking a trail of need right from my nipples to my thighs.
Pierce cupped both of my breasts in his hands and kneaded them, giving me some relief. “Release your breath now, Brynn.”
I exhaled, my body shaking under his gaze. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his eyes on me.
“I thought you didn’t have any nipple clamps.”
His hands roamed down my sides, then found my hot, ready sex. He gripped my thighs tightly. “I improvised,” he said. Then he guided me by the shoulders to have a seat on the warm wood slats of the bench. “There are lots of things at hand if you get a little creative.”
Between the heat and my arousal, I was having a hard time breathing. Little beads of sweat gathered at my hair line as I imagined what he had clamped down over my nipples.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured.
I whimpered.
He gently pulled at one of the metal clamps and lifted, shooting heat straight to my core. I drew in a shaky, gasping breath and heard Pierce chuckle.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I admitted.
He tugged the other, both nipples now taut with tension. I moaned out loud, biting my lip from the exquisite pain.
Then I felt his fingers part my thighs, playing lightly with the small smattering of hair down there, where I kept a close, natural shave. He rolled his thumb over my swollen clit, my thighs shaking with each pass. Then his warm mouth closed over it, drawing it in so deep I gasped, wanting to reach for his thick head of hair so I could rock my core against his mouth.
But my hands were tied.
Sweet Jesus.
He worked me over with his mouth as two fingers slid deep inside me, forcing my bottom off the bench as I arched toward the only thing bringing me relief: his tongue. I could hear the steam sizzling off the hot rocks. I could smell the scent of my arousal. But most of all, I could feel the way my body was on high alert—anticipating the next delicious surprise.
As he fucked me with his fingers, he guided me to stand, then turned me around. I whimpered when he tugged at my nipples again, my eyes rolling back beneath his tie.
Then he pressed the swollen tip of his cock against the entrance of my pussy, dipping the tip in and getting it wet, then pulling it out before dipping the tip back in.
“Squeeze your legs tight together for me, baby girl,” he said, his breath warm against my ear. I shivered, closing my thighs tightly. He pushed his thick cock between my thighs and let it rub along the outside of my pussy until it hit my clit. He rubbed it like this a few times back and forth till we were both sopping wet with my juices.
Then he spread open my cheeks and guided the tip of his cock to my ass. “Have you ever been taken like this, Brynn?”
I shook my head. I’d done many adventurous things before, but that wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t exactly opposed. The situation had just never arisen before.
He pressed his tip forward gently, and I felt the ache of both need and pain that was about to explode around me if I let him.
“May I?” he asked, licking his tongue up my sweaty back to my collarbone. He suckled on the skin, gently pressing with the tip of his cock at my entrance. He was soaked with my desire, and quite frankly, I was curious.
“Yes, sir,” I said. It felt right somehow. He was, after all, staking claim to every inch of my body tonight in a way I’d never let another.
“Fuck,” he growled.
He pushed the tip of his dick all the way in. I moaned, pressing back against him.
“Do you have a condom on?” I asked.
“I do, baby girl.” He pistoned his hips to let me get used to the feel of just his head inside me. “There’s no way this isn’t going to hurt at first, but it’ll give way to exquisite pleasure soon enough, okay?”
I nodded, eager for the burn that was coming.
He reached around, unclasping whatever was on my nipples. The pain of them coming off almost hurt worse than the tension of having them on. My nipples ached. As he massaged my tits and rubbed my nipples back to life, he pressed his cock deeper, deeper until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I screamed out as he pressed all the way in, the gentle skin stretching to accommodate his girth. “Fuck!” I hissed, my ass clenching around him as he continued to squeeze my tits.
He stayed that way for a minute to let me adjust. I had to admit, it was better that way. I was so focused on his hands that the pressure of him burying himself deep inside my ass didn’t last as long as it could have.
I couldn’t believe I was letting Pierce do this to me. I took a deep breath, my thighs shaking.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, trying to be braver than I felt. But shit! It hurt.
“You’re just—bigger than I expected,” I said, laughing shakily.
“You’ll adjust, trust me,” he coaxed. “But if it hurts too much, we can stop. I’ll be just as happy buried inside your tight little pussy.”
Christ! The way he talked to me was enough to bring me to my edge. “No,” I said. “I want you to keep going. I want to see it all the way through.”
His laughter rolled over my skin in warm, rich waves, setting off micro-explosions along my body. “As you wish, birthday girl.”
He gripped my bound wrists and slowly stroked back and forth inside me. He was so big and so thick. It felt like there wasn’t a single ounce of space left. But slowly, slowly, my body relaxed, and we fell into a pleasurable rhythm that indeed was bringing me exquisite pleasure I never imagined possible from this.
“Fuck, Brynn,” he said, holding on to my ass as he drove himself in and out.
Pleasure tore through me as I climaxed, my muscles contracting around his cock. “Oh my god,” I cried out as his hips thrust faster. “Pierce!”
“Yeah, baby?”
My thighs were now shaking as pleasure shot through me. “Oh my god… I didn’t know I could come like this. Fuck!”
He chuckled, reaching around and squeezing my breasts again as he powered through. He drove his hips fast and hard as he chased his own climax. It didn’t take long for me to feel his cock pulse before warm, thick currents shot inside of me. I wish I could’ve felt it without the condom. I was on the pill, and it was anal, so I wasn’t worried about that obviously. It was simply the unknown—with someone unknown.
My body shook around him as he held still, his cock bouncing as the last drops filled his condom inside me. Then he slowly eased out, my backside on fire.
He pulled me onto his lap in the sauna, and we sat ther
e together, breathing shallow from the exertion and the heat. We were covered in sweat, and the small room reeked of our passion. My body was exhausted, spent from a night of pure, delicious debauchery. I’d never been more sexually satiated, though, and a small smile spread over my face.
Pierce picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom, where he stood me up in the shower. The blindfold was still on, and I could hardly stand, my body was so worn and well loved. But the cool spray was sweet relief on my skin. He washed my body, my hair, my thighs. He dropped warm, tender kisses over each part where I suspected I’d have bruises later. Then I heard him quickly wash himself before turning off the water and wrapping me in a large, warm towel.
He surprised me when he led me back to the bed, then gently lowered me. I needed to get home, and I wasn’t sure my body could go another round. We were insatiable together. Explosive even. I suspected we’d end up fucking each other to death if left unsupervised.
“Pierce,” I said, exhaustion overtaking me. I still needed to call for an Uber and find my underwear. Not necessarily in that order.
“Shh,” he said, climbing in the bed beside me.
What was he doing?
He pulled a fresh, new comforter over both of us. Then I felt him unbind my hands. I was about to take my blindfold off when I felt his hands gently lift the silk from my eyes for me. I blinked a couple of times. I’m sure they were a mess between my makeup, the heat, and all our passion. But I was too tired to care.
“Pierce,” I said again. I didn’t want to, but I knew I should leave. “I need to call for a ride home before it gets any later.”
“You’re not getting a cab,” he said, his eyes tenderly taking in my face. He leaned in and slowly slid his tongue over my lips. “It’s nearly five in the morning, and you’re in a straight-up sex haze. There’s no way I’m sending you home—not in a cab, or otherwise,” he said, tucking a strand of my long, dark hair behind my ear. “Let’s sleep it off, then we’ll go from there, okay? You need some rest.”
