Glimmer (Glimmer and Glow #1)

by BETH KERY

“Who says?” she grated out.

  “You do,” he replied, using the leather to flick slightly at her left nipple. She moaned uncontrollably. She knew what he meant. He was making her nipples tight and hard. They hurt for stimulation. He lifted the slapper and tapped it against her right nipple. Air hissed between her teeth. Dylan made a deep rough sound of gratification.

  “So sensitive. You’re going to break in this crop with a fury, aren’t you?”

  “You’re the one doing that,” she said in a choked voice.

  He laughed softly. “You’re right,” he agreed, before he continued to play with her breasts using the slapper, lifting and caressing the globes, rubbing the aching nipples, and every once in a while, erotically slapping the sides. Alice grew so aroused by the forced stimulation, a scream built in her throat.

  He stepped closer, one foot between her splayed thighs, his crotch now just inches from her face. She could make out the shape of his succulent cockhead where it pressed against his pants. She craved the hard pressure of it against her parted lips, could imagine exactly how it would feel. Dylan had something else in mind, though.

  “Lean into me a little. I’ve got you,” he said, his opened palm on her shoulder a steady support. She tilted toward him an inch, her hips rolling on the leather straps. The position exposed more of the tops of her buttocks, she realized with a sense of trepidation and excitement. He lifted the crop to her bare back and swished it up and down the length in a rhythmic motion. Down, up, down.

  Pop.

  He’d slapped the top of her buttock, but no sooner had he done it, then the crop was gliding back up her back. She tensed when he slid it down her spine again, but he only glided it back up to her shoulder blade. Then down to her ass and …

  Smack.

  Her body jolted in excitement. Her bottom tingled. She suddenly damned the stool very much, because she was left with no way to apply pressure against her wet pussy, suspended as it was between the leather straps. She shifted her hips in restless arousal.

  “Keep still,” Dylan ordered tensely, never breaking his stride. He swished the slapper up and down her back, up and down, pop. He slapped her bottom. The steady rhythm, the sure knowledge that she’d be spanked on the second downstroke, drove her wild with aroused anticipation. Her clit pinched very tight. The air tickled at her wet, spread sex. Her entire awareness focused down to the movement of that evil, gliding little slapper and its cadence: up, down, up, down, slap; up, down, up, down, pop.

  The tops of her buttocks started to burn. She knew that Dylan would protest if she shifted her hips too strenuously, but she instinctively pressed down with her pelvis, almost as if she thought the mere air could give the friction against her pussy she needed. It didn’t work. A frustrated, furious cry flew from her throat.

  Dylan broke his wicked rhythm and rubbed the crop against her hip softly.

  “What?” he murmured.

  “My … There’s nothing to …” Alice paused in her desperate, flustered explanation for what she needed. Dylan had slid the crop to the front of her hip and now whisked it across her belly. He pressed up on it slightly, mounting the heavy, thick feeling of congestion at her sex.

  “Alice?” he coaxed.

  “What?”

  “Just ask.”

  She closed her eyes at the two words. Why did he have to make her say it? Both her ass and her pussy burned in tandem. Her clit sizzled. She bit off her plea and flexed her hips, whimpering when she couldn’t get the pressure she needed.

  Required.

  She clamped her eyes shut. A tiny bead of sweat rolled down the valley between her breasts.

  “Put it between my legs like you did on my breast,” she whispered weakly.

  He gently pushed back on her shoulder, straightening her. He lowered the slapper to her mons. She moaned as he pressed upward suggestively.

  “Open your beautiful eyes and look at me,” she heard him say, his stern tone cutting through her increasingly mindless state. Slowly, she pried open her eyelids and peered up at him. His face looked fierce and rigid, but there was compassion mixing with the blaze in his eyes. “Say it out loud, Alice. What do you want?”

  Her sex clenched tight, so hungry for pressure.

  “Put the slapper on my pussy. Make me come,” she requested tremulously.

  Savage triumph passed across his handsome face. Then he was lowering the leather slapper to her spread outer sex. Alice cried out shakily when he pressed up on her labia and clit. The rod moved back and forth in a taut rhythm as he stimulated her. It was lewd and divine in equal measure. He stirred her perfectly with that little slapper.

  She shuddered as climax hit her.

  “That’s right,” she heard him say through her keening. It took her a moment to realize it was her making all that noise. The scream that had been building in her throat had erupted as she came. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her rampant pleasure, but Dylan rubbed her pussy with the slapper more strenuously.

  “Oh God” broke out of her throat as the shudders of pleasure amplified.

  “This is your crop now. Get it nice and wet with your juices.”

  She shook helplessly, her bliss spiking up yet again at his illicit words.

  A delicious, stretched moment later, Dylan removed the crop from between her legs, halting her stimulation. She sagged, panting for air. Vaguely, she realized he had stepped way from her. It took a few seconds for curiosity about what he was doing to seep into her awareness. She opened her eyes sluggishly, forcing her focus onto Dylan as he walked across the room with a long-legged stride and tossed the crop onto the bed. Then he was coming toward her, his blazing expression making her blink. Her brain struggled to recover from her explosive climax.

  He knelt before her, and much to her surprise, lowered to a supine position on the floor.

  “What are you … doing?” she asked brokenly when he slid his head beneath the stool and reached up to grasp her hips.

  “I could hear that crop moving in your pussy. You’re soaking wet,” she heard him grate out from beneath her. “What do you think I’m going to do?”

  He ran his tongue between her labia, gathering her juices. Alice quaked. The tip of his tongue laved her clit with a hard pressure, and she cried out in harshly reawakened pleasure.

  He pushed down on the tops of her thighs, bouncing her body on the leather straps and his tongue. The stool squeaked as she bobbed subtly against his mouth and probing tongue, up and down, up and down. She screamed. She’d wanted pressure, and he gave it to her now in spades.

  He ate her with savage abandon, his focused hunger stunning. Alice was trapped … both at the mercy of her swamping pleasure and Dylan. She was his willing victim. She had no choice but to sit there while he tongued her clit ruthlessly and applied an eye-crossing suction, bouncing her against him the entire time. He wouldn’t let her bob her body, but instead insisted on controlling the rhythm. Her entire world became the pulse of her sex against him, the illicit sound of the squeaking bouncing frame and her heartbeat roaring in her ears. Her body was stretched tight on a rack of pleasure. Time collapsed …

  And then exploded violently.

  He made her come not once, but twice, pausing to slide his tongue high into her channel following each climax, drinking deeply of the fruits of his labor.

  Alice slumped in the restraints following her second climax, feeling dazed and thoroughly wrung out by pleasure. Dylan’s mouth was still moving on her sex, sending post-climactic spasms through her flesh. Her pussy seemed to be charged in a way she’d never known it to be, his continued, focused stimulation oversensitizing her nerves to the point where she experienced almost a constant low-grade orgasm. Dylan lay on his back in front of her, his nude, ripped torso stunning to behold. Her gaze fixed on the large bulge behind his black trousers. She moaned, riding the edge between satiation and hunger.

  It was unbearable.

  “Dylan, stop, please,” she said, her voice quaking. She couldn’t s
tand it anymore, having what she wanted so acutely paraded in front of her while she was helpless to touch.

  He slicked his tongue between her labia one last time, and then nuzzled her gently with his nose.

  “Have you had enough?”

  “No,” she said miserably, because the lack of his firm, lashing tongue was a blow. “It’s just that I can’t take it anymore.”

  He caressed her thighs, and her muscles tightened beneath him.

  “What is it that you want?” he asked. She shivered at the sensation of his warm breath against her hyper-aroused tissues.

  “You.”

  She shut her eyes, the single word, her naked plea, echoing around her skull. His hands slipped off her. She clamped her eyes tight, as if she could deny her need by doing so. Then she felt his hand cradling her jaw, his thumb whisking over her scalding-hot cheek.

  “So beautiful,” he said. “Open your eyes, Alice.”

  She blinked up at him. He stood before her. He’d wiped his mouth while he stood, but his lips and chin still glistened from her juices. She wanted to close her eyes again, because he looked so beautiful to her in that moment, it was a like a small, sharp pain. His dark eyes willed her not to look away, though.

  “You trusted me. I felt it,” he rasped.

  She nodded. It must be true. Alice would never have considered in a million years letting another person have the control over her that she’d just granted Dylan. She’d not only granted it. She’d loved every second of it.

  Holding her stare, he began to unfasten his pants. He jerked his boxer briefs down over his erection along with his trousers. His cock sprung free. She held her breath, enthralled by the vision. Not only his size made her aroused; he was so beautifully shaped, the shaft thick and straight where it rose from his shaved, round balls. The cockhead was a succulence that made her salivate.

  He stepped forward, his hand sliding to the back of her head.

  “Don’t, Alice,” he said sharply when she strained for him. “It’ll pull your shoulder muscles. I’m going to give it to you. Do you understand?”

  She looked up at him, her lips parted. His jaw looked very tight.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth. I don’t want you to move. Do you trust me to do that?”

  A ripple of something went through her. Was it trepidation? Or excitement? Talk about being at his mercy. He could hurt her.

  Dylan wouldn’t.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He studied her face closely, and then stepped closer. The smooth dense surface of his cockhead brushed against her mouth. A thin stream of pre-ejaculate spread on her lower lip. Her heart leapt in her chest when he cupped the shaft from below.

  “Open your lips,” he said.

  She parted for him willingly. She’d breathed in the scent of his arousal, caught the hint of it on her tongue. Her fears evaporated under the spell of her hunger. He paused, only the fat tapered head penetrating her mouth.

  “Polish it with your tongue,” he demanded.

  She followed his instruction eagerly, his taste penetrating her awareness.

  “That’s right. Nice and firm,” he praised, and she felt his focus on her from above, the attention thrilling her.

  His hand tightened at the back of her head, steadying her.

  “I’m only going to subject you to this for a minute or two,” he said thickly. “I’m going to explode in your pussy.” Her eyes sprang wide at that. She tried to look up at his face to read his expression, but couldn’t see him, given their positioning.

  Subject her to this?

  It sounded like he planned on having his way with her.

  A thrill of anxious excitement went through her.

  He bent his knees slightly, parting his thighs to steady himself and finding the right angle.

  His cock slid across her tongue. She sucked hungrily.

  He grunted. “God, your mouth. I’ve been thinking about doing this since the second you squeezed me dry in the stables this afternoon,” he said. His other hand rose to her head, this one cradling her jaw to give her support. He started to pulse in and out of her mouth.

  It was horribly exciting. She couldn’t do anything, but be a receptacle of his desire. She was restrained to the stool, and he held her head so that it was unmovable. All she could do to show her desire was form her lips into a tight, clutching ring, massage the bottom of his thrusting cock with her tongue, and suck.

  So she sucked for all she was worth.

  “Aw Jesus, you really want it, don’t you?” he growled, sounding almost angry. He took his pleasure, flexing his hips and pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. He wasn’t gentle, but he didn’t abuse the situation, either. He penetrated her fast and firm, but shallowly, sparing her throat.

  “That’s so fucking good,” he moaned raggedly. “I want to come in your hot mouth again. I want to fuck your sweet little pussy raw, too. Damn you, Alice. I want you everywhere. All the time,” he added darkly, pumping more strenuously.

  She found herself wishing he’d go deeper. There was something about him using her for his pleasure that excited her. Maybe because it clearly excited him. His need was naked and raw. She strained against his hold, craning to duck deeper down over his thrusting shaft. She gained a fraction of an inch and felt him thrust into her throat.

  He made a wild, rough sound. His hips pulled back, and his swollen cock popped out of the ring of her lips.

  “What?” she mumbled dazedly, blinking her eyes open. Her lips felt numb and swollen from squeezing him so relentlessly, but nevertheless, she craved that hard pressure again. Dylan was no longer standing in front of her. She tried to look around to see what he was doing, but then she felt the give on her right foot, and realized he was releasing her from the restraint on the stool. Her left foot gave as well.

  “Put your feet back to the front of the stool,” he directed, sounding grim. She felt the tension in her arms lessen. He pulled her arms around to the front. Stepping in front and to the side of her, he massaged her shoulders briskly. She realized she’d winced in pain upon being released from the restraint. The position hadn’t hurt when she’d held it and been drugged by lust, but she felt discomfort once the tension was released. Dylan’s warm, massaging hands quickly loosened the tight muscles.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Alice assured.

  “Good. Then come here,” he said.

  He helped her to stand, keeping his hands on her shoulders to steady her. When she stood on shaky legs again, her gaze dropped downward. He’d shucked off his pants and briefs at some point while releasing her restraints. His cock jutted forward from his body, huge and a little intimidating. He made a rough sound in his throat, and she realized he’d seen her staring at him.

  He took her hand and pulled her over to the bed.

  “I don’t mean to be crude, but you’re driving me crazy. I just want to explode in you.”

  “Okay,” Alice agreed, wide-eyed. She loved a lot of things about Dylan, but she thought she liked him best when his control started to crumble.

  “Bend over the bed.”

  She hastened to take the position, all too glad to put an end to his suffering, craving his release perhaps as much as him. He’d brought her to climax again and again, so unselfish in giving her pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to give him a small measure of what he’d given her.

  She leaned over, putting her hands on the bed. His hands glided across her hips, pushing slightly so that her pelvis curved around the edge of the mattress. He pressed gently on her back, and her breasts and then her cheek dropped to the soft duvet.

  “Spread your legs,” he directed, and she felt his cock nudging her pussy. “This isn’t going to take long. And this is for me. You’ve been a trial, Alice. This is what you’ve driven me to.”

  A spasm of excitement went through her. He’s said it fondly, but with that edge of steel that excited her. This is for me. She bit her lip to keep from crying
out when he squeezed one buttock, holding her in place, and drove his cock into her.

  “Fuck,” he muttered viciously. He was enormous with need, stretching even her satiated flesh. He paused when he was fully sheathed, his cock throbbing high inside her. She started when he grasped one of her wrists.

  “Place it at your back,” he said thickly.

  Even though he told her what to do, he guided her. He held her wrist firmly at her lower back, his other hand cupping one of her ass cheeks.

  She braced herself for being fucked hard, but he surpassed her expectations.

  It was like being taken by a storm. She quaked on the bed, rattled and shaken by his stark possession. The way he held her wrist at her lower back excited her, as did his hold on her ass. She was his to do with as he pleased. He knew it, and that knowledge aroused him, she could tell.

  It aroused her, too.

  His seemingly aggressive hold on her as he took his pleasure wasn’t what it seemed. It made her feel so secure. Beautiful, because she was the sole focus of his monumental desire, and that was an undeniable truth.

  A moment later, she felt his cock lurch inside her, making her cry out in anguished excitement. She felt a great shudder go through him and instinctively tightened around him. His shout as he came was harsh, ripping straight to the heart of her.

  Alice lay there, panting and undone, feeling Dylan convulsing inside her and his warm semen filling her, and wondered how the hell she’d gotten to this inexplicable, beautiful moment.

  EIGHTEEN

  It was her day off. Even though she didn’t have to wake up before dawn today, Alice cursed the fact that she did anyway. She awoke slightly chilled on the front of her body, but warm and toasty on her backside. The suite was cloaked in the darkest shadows of the night. The sheet and comforter had slid off her, but Dylan’s long body was curved around her protectively. She drew up the covers, careful not to wake him.

  For a few seconds, she just absorbed how good it felt, to wake up in the circle of his body, his arm draped around her. It was sublime. In the past, she’d had a couple of boyfriends who wanted to hold her while they’d slept. Alice had always eased away in the bed, feeling suffocated by the weight of another human body pressing on her while she tried to succumb to sleep.