She felt liquid. Boneless and more relaxed than she’d felt in years. Maybe ever. The experience of being spanked across Fox’s lap had rocked her world to its foundations. She’d very nearly used her safeword, but something about the way he held her hair and took control offered a kind of safety. Ironic and not something she really understood. And the spanking itself...if it had gone on much longer, she would have come from that alone. The whole thing had shattered her and she still hadn’t found the pieces.
More, she didn’t want to.
She wanted Fox to possess her, to do whatever he pleased to her body, and she wanted to give it all up without reserve, without so much thinking. The way he enjoyed her, paying attention to her least gasp or cry, ironically made her trust him more. A guy like this would never be careless of her, even in the most extreme sex...if I fucked you up the ass with my cock—or something larger. The idea made her feel wild and decadent. She wanted him to do that, to split her open and drain all this poison she carried inside. Drinking it away with his hungry mouth and agile tongue. Never had a man acted as if he enjoyed giving her head so much.
But he did. It wasn’t a means to an end. The way he smiled at her when she opened her pussy for him, how he licked his lips like a boy offered ice cream and then dove on her—it all conspired to make her feel more desired and savored than ever in her life. Even touching her asshole, the dirtiest of dirties, he seemed excited. He wanted every part of her.
And she’d give it to him.
His cock up her ass. Or something larger.
The orgasm took her by surprise and she cried out in shock, calling Fox’s name and reaching for him. His hand found hers and held it while she rode it out, feeling both full and empty. She wanted him inside her again. Had to have him in her. “Oh please,” she said, ready to beg. Ready for anything at all. “Fuck me again, Fox.”
He pulled the dildo out, wrapped it in one of his sex cloths—who did that?—and slipped a finger barely inside her vulva while he thumbed her still-throbbing clit. Something about his smile forewarned her. “I would, my delicious lover, but we have a small problem.”
They couldn’t be out of condoms. “What?”
“You came without permission.”
Shit. “I forgot.”
“I know.” He shook his head, like a disappointed teacher. “Your powers of concentration are sadly lacking. We need to work on that. Stand up by the side of the bed.”
Feeling a little shocked, off balance, nervous and also thrilled, she did as he said. What now? Not another spanking, she thought. He rummaged through the sex drawer, blocking her line of sight as if he knew how curious she was to see what all he had in there. Something small and sliver glittered in his hand.
“Clasp your hands behind your back,” he ordered, giving her a stern look that made her weak in the knees. She did and he showed her the clamps. “Ever had clamps on your nipples?”
She shook her head, even more nervous. “Do they hurt?”
He smiled, a little cruel, and her pussy clenched. “Of course. They’re not a good punishment for naughty girls otherwise.”
Waiting a moment, he gave her a chance to say something else. But what was there to say? Besides her safeword. And she didn’t want to.
Fox nodded, his approval surprisingly like warm sunshine. Something beyond analysis. “Good girl.” Taking her right nipple in his fingers, he coaxed it into a hard point, slid the clamp onto it, then stood back.
It felt tight at first, then stung, then hurt more, the pain rising. Her hand rose of its own volition and snatched it off. Fox frowned at her. “Not allowed, Emily.”
She felt the sting of tears, at a strange precipice of emotion. “I couldn’t help it.”
“I know.” He said it in a gentle tone. “That’s why it’s hard to have your hands free.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Shall we try these?”
The emotion welled into a bigger bubble, an unvocalized sob. A feeling of desperation threaded through with an almost unbearable level of desire. Her whole being hummed with it. No panic this time. The unreality of it was, she wanted him to make her wear the horrible little clamp. To have to suffer it and be unable to do anything about it. The safeword gave her the get out of jail free—and he was waiting for her to say it—assessing her with his bright, insightful gaze as she fidgeted, the pinched nipple still pulsing, the handcuffs glittering with promise.
Of what, she didn’t know, but she wanted to find out.
Needed to.
She held out her wrists and he shook his head. “Behind your back. Bend over the bed, face down, legs spread.”
Horribly excited, feeling as if she’d relinquished a control that had been grinding her down, she obeyed, opening her legs for him to see how much this affected her. Though he knew anyway. He’d seen it in her face and, for once, she didn’t mind.
“On your tiptoes,” he snapped, and smacked the tender underside of her bottom. She whimpered but did it, pushing her ass in the air, offering him her submission. With her hands behind her back, she couldn’t brace herself and her face mashed into the tangled sheet, her hair a suffocating cloud around her. Cool, hard metal—almost sharp—encircled her wrists and locked them together, sending a shiver through her. Captive. At the mercy of the most sexual man she’d ever met.
Oil dribbled through her cleft and Fox rubbed it into her anus, still tingling from the earlier invasion. She couldn’t quite keep her breath going, her calves straining to stay on tiptoe, while he ignored her steaming pussy and worked a finger into her. She moaned and he gave her a quick spank.
“No protesting or I’ll tie you up like this and leave you here all night to stew in your own juices. Don’t think I won’t do it.”
He opened the drawer, the sound electrifying her. What now? She wanted to weep, to scream, for him to please just touch her again. Something cool and bulbous pressed against her anus. He added more oil, pressing it into her. It felt huge and she wished fervently that she could see it.
“All that squirming won’t save you either,” Fox scolded and she sobbed a little at the censure in his voice. “Be still or I’ll find something even bigger.”
She drew in a deep calming breath and made herself stay still, pressing into the bed and bracing herself.
“Much better,” he crooned, and wrapped one hand in her hair, anchoring her to the bed with it. “There’s a good girl. My little princess and her first butt plug.” As he spoke, he worked it into her, an extraordinary invasion that shimmered with a combination of pain and pleasure. With a nearly audible pop, it went in and her muscles closed around it. She wanted to grab it and take it out, the cuffs cutting into her wrists as she tried to reach for it.
Fox laughed and ran his hands over her wriggling ass. “You are so lovely, struggling like that. It’s truly tempting to leave you in this predicament, to see how long you can stand it.” He trailed a tickling finger—far too light to do her any good—through her open pussy and she had to clamp her lips on the groan of utter torment. “You’re so close to orgasm again, I bet I could make you come inside thirty seconds. But you won’t be that lucky. You still have to prove you can behave.”
She shuddered inside at how much she wanted to do that, dazzle and impress him. Please him.
“Feet together, still on tiptoe.”
Complying, though it wasn’t easy, she held the position, the thing in her ass compressed now and her fluids running down her thighs. “You have such gorgeous legs,” he murmured, running his hands down them to her ankles. More metal, clinking, cuffing her feet together. Before she could process how she felt about it, his hand was in her hair, levering her up and turning her to face him. He kissed her cheeks and she became aware that she was weeping, silently, without effort.
“Such beautiful tears,” he whispered. “I believe you t
ruly wish to please me, don’t you?”
She nodded, meaning it with all her heart. Yes, whatever he wanted.
“Kneel down then.” He helped her lower herself to the carpet with one hand in her hair and the other casually cupping her breast. Moving behind her, he clipped the handcuffs to the ones binding her ankles, making her arch her back to reach. Her breasts were offered up by the position and he showed her the clamps again. A fine trembling ran through her, her brain going to blue screen. “We’re going to try this again and you can’t stop me this time. You’re going to pay for disobeying me. And then I’ll give you the opportunity to make it up to me.”
He fondled her breast, weighing it in his hand, lightly fondling the nipple. “Say, ‘yes, please.’”
She had to clear her throat, clogged with longing. “Yes, please.”
Brushing his thumb over her lower lip, he studied her face, then kissed her. “So very beautiful. My helpless captive.”
She nodded and watched him stroke both nipples, already hard with arousal, into impossibly hard points. With her breath coming in pants, she could barely stay still, the plug stimulating her unbearably, her bottom hot and stinging still, her pussy burning to be touched. Fox slapped the side of her breast, not hard, but enough to shock her. “Spread your thighs,” he ordered. “If you make yourself come again, I’ll have to truly punish you. Nothing so gentle next time.”
Obeying, she braced herself, holding as still as she could until he seemed satisfied that her nipples were as engorged as possible. Then, with brisk efficiency, he attached one clamp and then the other. And stood, watching her, hands on hips, cock high and hard again. The pain rose and built, and she bit down on her lip to keep from making any sound that might be construed as protest. She found herself struggling almost frantically against the cuffs, her breasts feeling like balloons constricted at the points with burning pain. Wiggling her shoulders didn’t dislodge them, it just made them seem to cling tighter.
Looking up at Fox, she pleaded with him silently. He smiled and shook his head, clearly enjoying her predicament. Unable to help herself, she sobbed a little. Then tried to calm herself. He’d take them off when he was ready. There was nothing she could do.
His hand stroked her hair and she leaned into it, yearning for the tender touch.
“Do you want to please me, Emily?” he asked softly and she nodded, wanting nothing more in that moment. Holding his cock, he offered it to her. Oh yes. She took the velvety head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, unreasonably delighted when his lids lowered and a tremor of pleasure ran through him. He held her head, but gently, letting her control the depth and rhythm.
Using every trick she knew, she did her best to please him. To give him a small taste of the pleasure he’d given her. The weight and heft of his cock in her mouth seemed a twin of the penetration in her ass, counterpointed by the pinch of the clamps. It seemed she drifted in some realm, where she hung suspended between the dual penetrations, nothing more than an instrument of pleasure. She sucked him in as deeply as she could and he made a sound, fisting her hair in his hand and pulling himself from her mouth. “Witch.”
With one hand still in her hair, tugging her head back, he bent over her and slapped the side of her breast, making it sting and the nipple flare into throbbing life. She gasped, her vulva aching with the intense arousal. He slapped the other breast and she fought his grip, struggling wildly, overcome by a desire so intense it transported her.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“Anything,” she panted. “Whatever you want to do to me.”
In that moment, she meant it and he knew it, his face almost contorted with a savage lust. Yanking her head back, he fastened his mouth on the clamp and scraped it off with his teeth. The blood surged into the compressed tissues like a limb returning instantaneously to life. She screamed and he pulled off the other one. Both breasts on fire, she thrashed against the cuffs, barely noticing that he’d unhooked her wrists from her ankles, until he positioned her facedown on the floor, stretched out flat. Her throbbing nipples scraped on the carpet.
With her thighs pressed tight together, the plug still stretching her, when he entered her from behind, his latex-clad cock felt enormous. The penetration wasn’t deep, focusing sensation on her stretched vulva, but the intensity was unbearable. Yet she bore it. She had no choice, with her hands cuffed together and his strong thighs bracketing hers. The way he flexed his hips against her ass rocked the plug, stimulating her in both passages. He pulled her head back with the hand in her hair and she went with it, dimly aware that she made a continuous stream of pleading cries and that he responded to her in kind, savage promises of how she’d take whatever he gave her and love it. Threatening her if she orgasmed without permission. She concentrated on holding it back, using every ounce of will to obey.
When he ordered her to come, she did.
They came together, a mutual unraveling that unbuttoned her mind and sent her reeling through formless space, Fox’s shouts ringing in her ears while his pounding body ground her into the carpet, while the rest of her existed in another realm entirely.
* * *
It felt as if she’d been gone from her body for eons, but it must have been only moments. Fox’s weight still lay heavily over her, her cuffed hands crushed between them, his ragged breathing harsh in her ear.
She dragged in a breath, her sore nipples scraping on the carpet, and he made a calming sound, then pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“Goddam, Miss Emily,” he muttered. “I think you nearly killed me.”
“You? I can’t breathe. I think I am dead.”
He breathed a laugh and levered himself up. “Then I’m a necrophiliac.” He withdrew from her and helped her sit up. Unlocking the cuffs, he freed her and handed her a cloth from his stack. She pressed her palms to her throbbing nipples, hissing a little.
“I have some cream that will help. Come on.” He stood and held out a hand to help her up.
“What about the, um...”
He grinned, waiting for her to say it. My little princess and her first butt plug, he’d taunted her. Against all reason she found herself rawly blushing. Fox leaned in and kissed her. “You are priceless. So abandoned in the moment. Possibly the most sensual and responsive woman I’ve ever met and—even with my butt plug still spreading your ass—adorably shy about it. I’ll let you take it out in private.”
He tugged her into the bathroom and insisted on applying the cream to her nipples himself, threatening to tie her to the towel rack if she kept squirming. She almost wanted him to. It made no sense that she’d gone from panic over the rope to this sense of craving the cuffs, but there it was. Even with her body depleted, the desire for him crawled through her. As if it had somehow always been a part of her and had simply been locked away. She watched his face while he massaged the cream into her nipples, his high cheekbones with just a hint of freckles within the golden tan. Intent on his task, he wore a rare serious expression. Warmth curled in her loins, his touch on her nipples her cue to dampen for more. Feeling dreamy, she wondered at her response to him. His eyes flicked up and he took her in, gaze moving over her face with a kind of wonder.
“What will it take for us to have enough of each other?” he asked, as if posing a philosophical question.
“More than this,” she breathed.
He nodded. “Much more.”
Slipping his fingers between her thighs, he stroked her, petting her like a cat and she opened for him. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her, long and slow, echoing the languid movement of his hand. Like an echo of the previous climaxes, an incipient orgasm shimmered on the edges, flooding her with warmth. She leaned on the bathroom counter, being kissed and caressed by this man who affected her as no other had, and asked for his permission to come.
“Yes, darling gi
rl,” he whispered, holding her in the loose embrace and placing kisses on her eyelids, “come for me.”
Chapter Twenty
The last one undid her in some profound way. She came, a soft susurrus of a climax, rocking on his hand and sighing his name, almost a prayer. Something turned over in his rock of a heart.
It was her amazing surrender. How she’d gone from the remote, prickly woman who refused him the least crumb of herself to this pliant and passionate lover who denied him nothing. She likely didn’t even realize how totally she’d opened herself to him, showing every emotion, shuddering under his touch in a way that had both exhilarated and humbled him.
Rationalizing that she needed some privacy, he excused himself and went out to reorder the bed for sleeping. He couldn’t decide if it was better or worse that he hadn’t been able to have her in his own bedroom, with the bed designed as much for sex as for sleeping. He missed the ease of his usual setup, the bedframe made for bondage, but having to improvise had lent a certain innocence and spontaneity to the sex. As if they created it, everything, just between them, even if most of it had followed the standard lingo.
The shower turned on and he contemplated going in, to see her wet and slick under the spray. But his instinct told him to hold off and he sat on the side of the bed to wait for her. So far his famous intuition had served him well with the lovely Emily of the surprisingly depthless passion. How she’d gone for years without sex, he couldn’t fathom. No wonder she’d climaxed so hard those first few times. Her slim body had been a dam about to break under the pressure of her sexuality.
After a bit, the water turned off and the door opened. Emily stood in the doorway, wearing his robe, with her hair coiled in a knot on her head, looking steamy soft and watching him with wide gray eyes. She seemed young and fragile, somehow. Fox had never been one of those guys plagued with white-knight syndrome, but he suddenly wanted to wrap her up and save her from whatever demons chased her.
He resolved to make her tell him about the asshole ex and what had sent her into hiding. Even if they only had a few weeks together, he could give her freedom from that. After all, digging out secrets and exposing them to the bright light of public scrutiny was his specialty. His own way of saving the world. Ugliness festered in the secret places. Nasty things that destroyed marriages and lives, like compulsive gambling and adultery. Fuck good and evil—the true battle existed between truth and lies.
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