Another smack fell on the other breast, striking in an upward motion and landing on the full underside making it jiggle obscenely. Still no pain, but it was damn hot. She arched her back, lifting her breasts until they stood out farther, as if begging for another slap from his hand. He noticed of course and his hands came up to play with them. Okay, so he’d answered her question about how to get him to do it again—pure sass.
With his forefingers he lightly brushed over the pinched skin that peaked out between the black rubber tips of the clamps. Then he flicked it. Lanie cried out. He flicked the other, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You are enjoying this. I hope you won’t disappoint and spill your secrets too soon. I’d like to draw this out for a few hours at least.”
Her face flushed. He was good at the game, knowing exactly what to say and do to get a rise out of her. He’d win, the outcome was always certain, but she was determined to make the lead up well worth his while.
“A few hours, huh?” She faked an exaggerated yawn. “Good. I’ll have time for a nap. Wake me when you’re done, won’t you?”
His lips twitched as he held back a grin, his twinkling eyes, speaking volumes. He was amused and enjoying every minute
Looking down, she followed his fingers as they played from one reddened tip along the chain to the other clamped peak. As the ache in her nipples grew, another similar desire began to build between her legs. Every action he made spurred an intense reaction in her.
He gave the chain inks a little tug. The pull was a mix of burning pleasure and biting pain. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she held back a moan, which led to another harder tug. Her lips parted and she gasp for air, her eyes lifting to meet his. They were burning with intensity and locked onto her face, He’d been watching her, the whole time, reading her every emotion and response.
“It seems my little spy likes more than a little pain.” He pulled on the chain, but this time, instead of a quick release, it was a sustained, steady drag on both nipples. Lanie arched her back trying to ease the pull, as he lifted the chain higher she went up on her toes. Like a lead for a dog, or reins for a horse, she was tied to him and under his command. He eased off the pressure, letting the chain go to gently sway between her breasts again.
Lanie sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit down, trying to contain cries. Unsure whether she wanted to thank him for ending the slight torture, or beg for more of the same.
“Maybe tonight we’ll test your limits and see how much.”
Ethan’s fingers dropped to her pussy and without preliminaries, two fingers drove up inside. His smug look told her what she already knew; she was soaking wet.
“Mm… I remember this too. Always so wet and eager.” Rotating his hand, he began to drive into her faster, the heel of his palm smacking against her clit with every plunge. The wet slapping noise filled the room as did the sound of her cries, no longer able to remain silent.
“Talk to me. It’s inevitable. When you do, I’ll let you come.”
A long drawn out groan was her answer.
“So be it,” he murmured, as fingers withdrew. She closed her eyes with her disappointment.
“Don’t hide like a coward, little spy. Open your eyes.”
Her heavy lids open and she glared up at him. He was holding up his glistening fingers. In the low light, she could see her abundant juices had soaked his skin. As she watched, a pearly drop of her cream rolled down his long middle finger. Her mouth went dry when he brought it to his mouth and lapped at it slowly, as if licking dripping ice cream from a cone. He seemed to enjoy it as much too.
“Mm, mm. I always did love your sweet, sweet honey.” His eyes dropped to her mouth. His cheek dimpled as the corners of his mouth rose into a sinfully sexy smile. It was also a sneaky smile that she recognized all too well. It didn’t bode well for her and usually preceded a spanking or something equally as wicked. This time, his hand rose to her lips and he painted them with her own moisture.
“Taste yourself,” he whispered.
Mindless with need, she obeyed. As she parted her lips, his fingers slipped inside. Without being told she sucked them, enjoying the taste of herself on his skin.
Abruptly his hand was gone. He stood up, his body forcing hers back as much as the restraints would allow. He speared his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. He did this often in their play. The simple act, so sensual, the feel of his hand in her hair, so intimate and arousing. It was a pure act of possession, of dominant control and she loved it. So much that she cried out his name, unable to stop herself, her voice quivering with the intensity of her need.
He tugged her head back until she gazed directly up at him, then he claimed her mouth. No, he ravaged it. There was no other way to describe how his hungry mouth stole the breath from her lungs and robbed her mind of what little sense she had left. She surrendered to his mastery. Had she been a real spy it would have been over, she would have caved beneath the onslaught and would have willingly spilled her guts.
His cock pressed insistent and hard against her belly by the time he ended the kiss. “You, little spy, are dangerous. This calls for unusual measures.”
“More torture?” she asked helplessly.
“Yes. Did you expect anything less?” He slipped out from between her body and the bed and again moved away. She heard him rummaging around behind her. The reprieve gave her body time to cool. Still aroused, the rising tide of her approaching orgasm receded. She concentrated on her breathing, slowing it, trying to regain her composure. She was enjoying the game too much for it to end so soon. ‘Hours’ he had said. If he was serious, she needed to pace herself somehow.
His voice in her ear interrupted her silent planning. “The torture I have in mind for you will be different. Since you seem to enjoy erotic pain a tad too much, adjustments have to be made. We’ll see how you stand up against unrelenting pleasure.”
She laughed softly in his face, “You obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with. I am a hedonist of the first order. Do your worst, Special Agent.”
“That’s Chief Special Agent, and it won’t be me alone who will torture you with pleasure. I’m enlisting some help for this.”
The smile left her face abruptly. Her eyes searched the room, her head twisting as much as it could. What did he mean he wasn’t alone? Surely he hadn’t invited someone else into their scene. Never… He wouldn’t. It was marked off their list long ago. No, she assured herself. She trusted him. He was mind fucking her again. She wouldn’t freak out and let her overactive imagination ruin their scene.
“Bring on the whole damn team, you bastard. I’m not talking.”
“Your bravado is impressive, my dear. But I saw that look of panic, or was that eager anticipation. Hmm, the former I think. Relax, however while I introduce you to my partner tonight. Not a team, mind you. It’s only me and my friend, Mr. Hitachi.”
Holy crap! Her relief was overshadowed by her dread. Not because she didn’t enjoy it, but because she was screwed—figuratively this time. He’d used the magic wand on her once before and she’d had multiple orgasms so extreme that she’d actually cried for mercy, begging him to stop teasing and fuck her already. The supercharged vibrator was powerful it was overwhelming and the loss of control was unnerving. This time, while in restraints, she would have far less control.
Swallowing a protest, she watched as he attached the wand firmly to the footboard with some kind of clamp. Hands free, he could easily adjust the position with a touch of the hand, aligning it with her pussy with ease. And that is exactly what he did. Ethan pressed the broad head of the vibe to the top of her slit and turned it on.
“Five thousand RPM’s, baby, and that’s on low. Just think, we’ll have something to look forward to later when we crank up the speed.”
Ethan stepped away and left Lanie to the sensations of the Hitachi alone. Her head fell back as the powerful vibrations concentrated on her clit. But they didn’t end there; the tr
emors expanded outwardly from the epicenter in waves of sensation, like ripples from a stone in a pond. She tried to move to ease the intensity, but Ethan had made sure she couldn’t get away. A fraction of an inch front and back was all she could manage, not enough to displace it from that one agonizing spot.
He reappeared at her side, a hand placed low on her back. “Ready to talk?”
Lanie lifted her head and nodded. “I have one thing to say.”
“So easy. You’ve caved before the first orgasm. What a disappointment.”
He’d called her stubborn, but he really had no idea how stubborn she could be. She softly called to him with a whispered, “Sir?” When he bent his head to hear her, she pressed her lips to his ear. “What I wanted to say was…” She paused for dramatic effect and to breathe him in. He always smelled so good. The lure of his earlobe so close to her lips was too much temptation and she couldn’t resist, licking it slowly before blowing softly in his ear. He shuddered, his arm snaking around her waist as he held on. Turning the tables on his torment was fun. In her sexiest most seductive voice, she gave him her answer. “Fuck you, Chief Special Agent. You’re wasting your time.”
His head whipped back and the shocked look on his face was priceless. She gave him an outrageous wink despite her predicament, adding, “You’ll have to do better than a high priced vibrator, you evil bastard.”
Grinning broadly, his eyes gleamed with pleasure at their game. “Oh yeah?” He raised his hand, royal blue strands of leather wrapped around his fist—it was ‘the seducer.’ “How about this. Is this better?”
Lanie’s joy in the moment faded a little as her mouth went dry. She thought the Hitachi was his worst; she now stood corrected.
Although she’d selected it to be mild, in his hands the flogger was pure torment. After a few experimental attempts, he’d soon become proficient using it masterfully on her ass and tits, and incredibly, when he’d flogged her pussy. It had rocked her world because Ethan had discovered he could hold her on the edge of ecstasy for long periods until she begged him for release. Those nights she’d had the most powerful orgasms—yes, plural, as in multiple. Combining it with the wand, she couldn’t imagine how hard she would come, but knew she was about to find out.
*
Ethan watched her. His eyes hungrily absorbing every detail of her exquisite body. He noted all the familiar signs of her arousal. A lovely pink blush spread over her cheeks, becoming a deeper rose as it crept slowly from her neck down to her chest. Her breasts were swelled and her chest rose more rapidly, the pulse in her throat raced visibly and he could see the rippling quivers that shook her body as she struggled to hold back the rising tide of her pleasure. So damn beautiful.
That she surrendered to him, willing and eager to explore all of his vivid fantasies, still astounded him. He wondered if she knew how much he enjoyed watching as she tried to control her passion. That was one of the reasons he often demanded she delay her satisfaction until she could bear it no more. The other was that good things—no, check that—fucking amazing things come to those who wait.
His eyes moved over her breasts where a few curls lay coiled over her breasts. Wanting no barriers between him and her bountiful breasts, not even the silky soft hair that he loved, he stepped behind her and pulled her hair over her shoulders, smoothing it down her back. The fragrance of her shampoo—cherry blossom and vanilla—wafted up to his nose. Too tempting to resist, he bent his head and breathed deep, lingering to lightly kiss her shoulder and along the gentle curve of her neck. With the tip of his tongue, he left a trace of moisture as he went.
“Are you ready to surrender to me, naughty spy?” His question was asked through teeth that had latched gently onto her earlobe. He nipped it and savored her groan.
“No, but I’m ready to come.”
“Excellent, go ahead. Tonight, is about your hedonistic pleasure remember?” With his front against her back, he leaned forward. As she connected more firmly with the wand, his hips held her there motionless. He felt her body shake and her cries filled the air as she came. “That’s one,” he murmured unnecessarily as she rode out the waves of her release. “I don’t suppose you’re ready to talk yet.”
She shook her head, unable to speak. He grinned, knowing why. The vibrator continued to tirelessly stimulate her. The first time he’d used it on her she’d climaxed six times. They were drawn out over a few hours, with fucking and heavy petting in between, but it was a high bar that had been set. Near impossible for mere mortals to achieve, the wand could go on all night, unlike the woman who stood writhing in his arms.
“I thought it might take several before you were ready to talk and for that I came prepared. Tonight you will gorge on arousal, coming over and over by my will and when your body becomes a writhing mass of jelly beneath my hands and your mind is numb from the glut of pleasure I have given you, then you’ll tell me. Of that, I have no doubt.”
Again, her voice rose as another climax gripped her. He was amazed the second came so quickly on the heels of the first. His hands curled around her, one cupping a breast the other gliding down her spasming belly until he found her sex. With his fingers, he parted her lips so that the head of the wand made direct contact with her clit. “That was number two—back to back—very impressive. Shall we crank it up to six thousand RPM’s and go for a trio?”
“No! Please.”
His hands left her and her sigh of relief was so loud it echoed through the room. He bit back a grin and picked up the flogger. If she thought she had earned a reprieve, she was sadly mistaken.
Standing where she could see him, Ethan deliberately drew the soft tails of the flogger through his fingers, hoping her tactile memory would recall all the wickedly delicious things he could make it do. He began by teasing her front as he trailed the leather tails up her belly. When he reached her breasts, he threaded the handle under the nipple chain and pulled it through, leaving the lightweight tails to slowly follow. Her already rosy nipples elongated as the tails pulled them down.
Her uncontrollable whimper ended with his name. “Ethan.”
His eyes rose to meet hers. In their depths, he saw raw desire. “Yes, Lanie?”
“Please end this torture and fuck me.”
Her words were raspy in her parched throat and he watched as her tongue slid out and licked her dry lips.
“I haven’t begun to torture you yet, but I might be convinced to give you a break from my partner in crime here.”
“Yes! Please. It is driving me mad.”
He nodded and reached down to switch off the vibe. The room fell silent except for her brisk panting. The drawbacks to the wand were the noise and if left too long in one place, the nerve endings went past aroused to numb. He didn’t want her pussy numb, he wanted her to feel all that he had planned.
“Your nipples, how are they doing?”
“They ache, sir.”
“A good ache or bad?”
She hesitated and he knew he had her caught—nipple play got her hot and very wet—every time.
“Never mind. The clamps have been on for a while, so I’ll give them a break too, but I feel compelled to replace these little motivators with something else. You might find the replacements better or worse. Time will tell, won’t it?”
He slipped in front of her again. As he released the first clamp Lanie squealed. He quickly moved to soothe her, his tongue laving her tender skin before he sucked lightly as the blood flow rushed back. Once she was no longer moaning aloud, he shifted to the other breast and repeated the process, spending more time stroking, suckling and tasting the sweet peak.
When he lifted his head, at long last, he asked benignly, “Better?”
“Yes, sir. I’m sore, but feel tingling and aware, all over, which is good.”
“There’s more of that if you cooperate, Lanie.”
“I can’t. I’d never be able to go home again.”
Good girl, he approved silently. She was softening a little, giv
ing him an in. Even hazy with passion she played the game well.
“I could give you immunity for your information and testimony.”
“But I’d lose everything. What would I do? Where would I go?”
“I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry about that.”
“As your what? Mistress? Girlfriend? Sex Slave? Surely not your wife. I have some pride still, sir.”
“You sound like you need more convincing.” His lips brushed over her nipple one last time, then he licked his way up her chest to her throat where he pressed open mouthed kisses. As she angled her head to the side, he moved upward, grazing her jaw and finding her mouth. She opened eagerly for his tongue. He swept inside and the taste of her, sweet like the champagne and berries they’d had for dessert, made him voracious. The game had become torturous, as much for him as for her, and the insistent throbbing of his cock was proof of that. His kiss turned insatiable as he greedily claimed her and fed from her sweet lips.
“Need more persuading?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes… please,” she murmured.
“Very nice. It seems my kisses make you much more amenable. Let’s see how you respond to my seducer.”
As he moved away, he longed to open his pants, but with her bare pussy spread wide it would be too much. Instead, he moved his painful erection away from the metal teeth of his zipper and out of harm’s way. Focusing once again on Lanie, he brushed the soft leather tails along her belly, the hard tips of her breasts, and over her shoulder. Teasing the thongs down her back, he watched her tremble as he reached the curve of her ass. He flicked the tails lightly. The rush of air from her lungs came out in shuddering moan.
He flipped the flogger again, a bit harder. She began to pant. He set up a rhythm of light controlled slaps, concentrating his efforts on her backside and thighs until he brought a blush of color to her fair skin. Moving on, he stood to the side and flogged her breasts, applying the tails in an upward stroke.
Lost in her pleasure, her head rolled back on her shoulders, her hair brushing the length of her back. So fucking beautiful, his Lanie. With her eyes closed, her lashes became a dark silky fan of black against her creamy smooth skin. Her face and neck were flushed. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out to glide along her lips, leaving a trail of glistening moisture. Imagining that pink tip, moving as lightly along his cock had him close to coming in his pants.
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