When he reached the side of the lounger, he gave her thigh a light backhanded swat. “Back on all fours, babe.”
She rose. Watched as he slathered lubricant on the butt plug and then drizzled some down the crack of her ass.
By the time the lube meandered down between her cheeks, slithered past her tender back hole and over her pussy opening, he’d wedged his hand between her thighs to capture the drippings in his palm.
He cupped her sensitive sex.
A moan of pleasure slipped past her lips. He didn’t pause for a little play. Instead, he drew his hand upward, painting a wide line of the cool liquid from her ultra-sensitive anus to the base of her spine.
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed as he used the same hand to push her left cheek aside, giving him maximum access.
The puckered ring twitched in eagerness. The firm little toy was going to be so much better than any of his fingers. Longer, thicker at the base. She shivered and her inner muscles fluttered in needy anticipation.
“I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.”
Wait. Painless? Wasn’t that the object of this whole exercise? Pain with pleasure. Something wasn’t right. Something was different. Something in his voice…
The tip of the butt plug pressed against her sphincter.
She clenched.
His voice. That’s what was different. The inkling of something not quite right she’d picked up on. Where before it was nothing but raw sensuality, his tone now seemed more…for lack of a better word, clinical.
“Stop thinking. Concentrate on what I’m doing,” he said with an element of sternness, as if picking up on her thoughts. “How it makes you feel.”
He pressed with even, steady pressure, hesitating on occasion to let her get used to the graduated girth of the implement he was planting in her ass. Slender at the top, the beginning portion was easy, but took more of her concentration as it passed the thickness of what her ass had been introduced to previously. He stopped. Pumped a few times, acclimating her in small degrees. Making it nearly painless.
Not what she wanted. She wanted to feel more burn, more pain. Experience a taste of the pleasure that inevitably followed.
She rocked back in need, only to be held in place by an added firmness of the hand holding her butt cheek.
An obvious warning she was not to move. Not to force his hand in any manner.
Her neck muscle corded around a screech of protest, the stern reprimand he’d issued too fresh in her mind. Not that she’d swear never to voice a verbal protest again. She was too independent a woman not to at some point.
He eased the plug in deeper.
She clenched her teeth. The same damn pace. Argh! Only a light rocking back and forth. No twisting, playing, sensual teasing. Oh, how she wanted to rail against their loss. But she wouldn’t because she knew she’d brought this on herself. A form of punishment for her disrespect. Even knowing that, she felt the frustration all the way to her bones.
Then the fatter base pressed against her straining opening, giving her a spark of hope. Maybe—
Ahhh, yes. A little more stretch. A little more burn.
She cleared her thoughts, her total focus on the newly building sensations that flowed over her aching pussy with the gentleness of an incoming tide.
Okay, slower here might not be so bad. She whimpered in anticipation.
He seated the fattest portion in one solid shove.
She gasped, unprepared for the unexpected pinch of pain, the sizzling burn as her anus spread wide, then snapped closed over the toy’s bulb to clamp down onto a much-smaller section as her abused muscles sucked closed and came to rest against the thin rectangle stopper.
The tiny flash of enjoyable pain happened too fast. Ended much too soon to nourish the seedling orgasm she’d begun to feel.
An orgasm she desperately wanted.
Left in a state of throbbing frustration, she scrunched her eyes shut and bowed her head. Maintained her silence.
But she made a silent promise to earn that orgasm back before the end of the night or die trying.
Pierce looked down on the slightly trembling body he hovered over. The reaction not caused by fear or pain, but by sheer determination if the set of her stiff shoulders were any indication. Apparently he’d driven home his point.
Looking down at the well-seated purple butt plug between the sweet mounds of her cheeks, he smiled at the unintended pun. He knew how to give maximum pleasure and how to withhold it. A small lesson she needed to learn. A prelude to the bigger, longer-lasting lesson he’d be administering to those same sweet mounds later when he bent her over and applied a firm palm to her pale vulnerable flesh. He curled his fingers into a fist to ward off the beckoning thought and tamped down on the urge to mete out her punishment this very minute. Feel her sweet pliant flesh become warm beneath his disciplinary hand.
First rest, then dinner. After that…
He allowed himself one final look at the inviting stem of the butt plug, wishing it were his pike-stiff cock tucked up inside her virgin back hole instead and removed his left hand from her ass.
He doubted she knew she wasn’t the only one being punished.
He raised his gaze up her trim waist, rode it up her stiff spine and placed a light kiss between her rigid shoulders.
“Stretch out.” He laid his hand lightly on the back of her neck and ran it the entire length of her back to the base of her spine. “Let your body unwind.” He brushed each of her ass cheeks with his lips and shifted to sit by her side, giving her room to flatten to her stomach. Though her face was turned away from him, he caught her muted sigh of disappointment.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Fine.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her frustration was telegraphing loud and clear.
Little liar. If he were a real bastard he’d add lying to her punishment, but taking into consideration this was their first day he decided to let her off with a mild warning.
He allowed her a minute to pout. “You don’t sound fine. Don’t ever lie to me again. And I want you to look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
She turned to face him. Her hair slid over one half of her face, obscuring her features. Before she could reach to brush it aside, he moved the thick curtain of brown behind her ear with a gentle finger.
“Now, tell me the truth.”
Her lips flattened momentarily. “I’m frustrated as hell and I want you to give me an orgasm.”
He held back a grin at the swirl of frustration and more than a little rebellious determination in her head-on gaze. “Much better.” He cupped her chin and smoothed his thumb over her rose-petal lips. “And I will.”
“You will?” Her expressive chocolate eyes brightened several degrees and the corners of her mouth tipped up. He loved her eyes, could drown in their cocoa depths and expire a happy man.
“After you’ve earned it.”
Her mouth drooped, but she didn’t voice a complaint. A definite learning step in the right direction.
Tempted to kiss the frown off her face, he distracted himself by toying with the long silky ends of hair that were spread over her back.
“You’ve had a pretty busy morning,” he said, stretching out on his back so their sides touched and the hand closest to her lay over the crack of her ass, his middle finger resting on the base of the plug. With his free hand he picked up her hand and pulled until her arm crossed his chest. “Sleep.” He kissed her forehead and turned his head to look up through the waning light streaming through the glass panels of the enclosure.
He closed his eyes. “You’ll need your strength later, since I doubt you’ll be getting much rest tonight.”
Chapter Eleven
Heather moaned. Her eyelids fluttered open as she instinctively pushed back her hips to better meet the light stimulation of the butt plug.
Propped up on one elbow, his fingertips lightly manipulating the plug in a barely there roll, Pierce smiled down
at her.
“Time to go in.” He lightly tapped the toy in rapid succession, sending a soft vibration through her sensitive tissues. “You head for the shower while I gather our things.”
“You’re not showering with me?” She didn’t bother to hide her disappointment, determined to give him the honesty he’d requested.
He shook his head and released the toy. “No. Indulge in a little fussing. I have some preparations to make and want to get dinner started.”
At the mention of dinner, her stomach rumbled. She grinned sheepishly.
He chuckled, gave her a playful swap on the ass and stood in one lithe masculine move.
The man was poetry in motion. All sun-bronzed, inflexible muscle and flawless coordination. Her hormones sang in appreciation. She could spend hours just looking at the man. Well, maybe not only looking. Touching, licking, sucking…
Her gaze dropped to between his legs where his dick spiked up along a thin dark trail of hair, the plump head hiding his navel.
She licked her lips.
A finger beneath her chin raised her gaze to his perceptive one.
“Bank that tempting thought, sweetheart. Tonight is all about you.” He pushed the tip of his thumb past her lips and slowly fed it into her mouth. “Tomorrow—”
She sucked, thrilled when his eyes momentarily drifted shut and he stopped talking.
“Witch.”
She released his thumb on a noisy exiting suck, shot him an impish grin. That she held sway over this powerful man on any level was nourishment for her feminine ego.
“Be careful what you wish for. You may get more than you can handle. There’s no denying you have an above-average talent for sucking cock.”
She angled her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. “Do I detect an underlying complaint?”
He pushed air past his lips. “Nope. A small disclaimer. The playing field shifts when you’re not the one in charge. Like the rest of your luscious body, I intend to put that sweet mouth of yours through its paces.”
“Is that a threat or a challenge?”
“Just a fact.”
“You do—”
He kissed her hard and fast. “Get going.” He grabbed up the towels and headed toward the house. “You have an hour. Then present your fine naked ass down to the kitchen,” he called back over his shoulder.
Heather hesitated long enough to appreciate the view of his fine ass until it disappeared beyond the sliding glass doors. Mindful of the butt plug, she tentatively rolled over and stood. Took a few tentative steps. It felt a bit odd. Not unpleasant. More a heightened awareness of newly stretched and sensitive tissue. A constant titillating reminder of the man who put it there and thoughts of what was yet to come.
She was up to taking anything he tossed her way. Not only up to it, looking forward to it.
With a spring in her step, she padded over the smooth concrete patio into the house, paused to glance toward the kitchen where Pierce was busy pulling a couple of steaks from the fridge and placing them on the counter. Some salad fixings followed.
A man who could fuck a woman’s brains out and cook.
What more could a female ask for?
Heather smiled as she veered off down the hall and headed for the second floor, looking forward to a nice long soak. The walk up the stairs was another new and interesting experience, the gentle rub of the sex toy wedged inside her a reminder of how it’d gotten there and the deliciously devious man who’d inserted it.
By the time she hit the marble floor in the master bath, filled the oversized tub and sank into the welcoming warmth of the water, she was in a mild state of sexual arousal and figured she’d be that way until the plug was removed.
Tricky bastard.
She expelled a long breath, leaned her head back against the rim of the tub and closed her eyes.
God, she loved Pierce to distraction. Wanted him with every fiber of her being.
She damn well was his perfect match and before they left this beautiful little hideaway, she’d strive to make him realize it too.
Pierce didn’t have to turn to know when Heather entered the kitchen. He could sense her presence. It had always been that way. An awareness that seemed to grow stronger once she’d blossomed from a girl to a woman. A level of connection he’d never experienced with any other female. A bond he’d steadfastly ignored.
Until now.
He was beginning to realize he’d overlooked a lot of things that might’ve deserved a bit more attention.
“Anything I can do?”
The slight huskiness in her voice drew him around. The sight of her nearly took his breath away. She stood naked and proud in the archway, her lightly tanned skin still holding a hint of rosy glow from her warm bath, she was a vision right out of any man’s jack-off-to fantasy.
“Yeah. You can bring your gorgeous body over here and give me a kiss.” He opened his arms.
A contented look on her pretty face, she glided over to him, slid her arms around his waist and tilted her face up.
He embraced her, pressing her full breasts securely against his bare chest, her naked lower half against the soft denim of the well-worn jeans he’d put on after his quick shower in one of the downstairs bathrooms. The five-inch difference in their heights made them meld together in all the best places.
Eager to kiss her, he fused his lips to hers for an unhurried probing foray of her mouth. His tongue tingled from the minty aftertaste of her mouthwash as he swiped along her teeth and the pliant insides of her cheeks.
When they broke apart, their breaths mingled in intimate breathy puffs.
He buried his face in her soft, feathery hair and inhaled the pleasing scent of the honeysuckle conditioner she was so fond of. She smelled good enough to devour. And he would. Every adorable inch of her tempting body. Later. After her punishment.
“How about pouring us a couple of sodas while I grab the steaks off the grill?”
She nodded as he snatched up a plate and headed outside.
When he returned, the drinks were on the table and she was seated, her lower half hidden by the table. He might’ve been disappointed if not for the fact he still had a great frontal view of her delectable tits with their perky deep-rose nipples that fairly begged to be adorned with the clamps he’d brought for just that purpose. One of the fantasies in her diary he intended to fulfill sooner rather than later. Among many others during this little getaway.
He plated the food, set hers in front of her, pressed a light kiss to her temple and took the seat at the head of the table, smiling when she dug in right away.
“Ummm. Delicious. Cooked just the way I like it.”
Of course it was. He’d seen her eat enough steaks over the years to know she liked them medium rare. In some ways, being with her was much easier than dating someone entirely new. The time he normally spent on discovering what a woman liked or disliked on a basic level, he already knew about Heather. Along with many of her erotic preferences thanks to the details in her diary. The insight allowed him to move forward faster than he would have otherwise. A good thing, since all he wanted to do was sweep the table of all the dishes, toss her up on the cool surface, spread her wide and fuck her into oblivion.
Any other time, with any other woman, the slipping of his usual iron-clad control probably would have bothered the hell out of him. Tonight he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to care.
They ate in companionable silence for the most part. The times they did talk, he kept it light, generic, purposely avoiding any sexual inference. He could tell by her occasional sideway glances and the confusion swirling in her expressive eyes that she was trying to figure out why he wasn’t touching her, taking advantage of her readily available nakedness.
He held back a grin, knowing it wouldn’t be long before her impatience got the best of her.
A frustrated sigh tipped him off. She set her fork down. “Why aren’t you touching me?”
He leaned back, cocked an inq
uiring eyebrow. “Why do you think?”
Her next sigh was weighty with resignation. “Part of my punishment.”
She sounded so dejected he had to hold back from taking her into his arms and kissing away her obvious disappointment.
“Don’t sound so sad. It’s not a permanent state of affairs.” He cupped her chin and strummed his thumb over the round stubborn tip. “This relationship is based on earning. Whether pleasure or pain. Ultimately, the choice is yours.” He chucked her under the chin, pushed back his chair and stood. “How are you dealing with the butt plug? Comfortable?”
“A little awkward at first, but—”
“But? Truth,” he reminded when she hesitated.
“I wasn’t sure I was going to like it all that much, but it feels good. Makes me want…more.”
“The exact reaction I was hoping for. You have a beautiful ass, Heather. Made for fucking. I can’t wait to feed my hard dick into your snug little hole. Fill it full until you scream your pleasure.”
Her eyes lit. “When?”
He softly flicked the end of her nose. “Patience, love. Sometimes, half the fun of reaching a destination is the journey there.”
She crinkled her nose.
He chuckled. “I’ll toss the dishes into the dishwasher, then I need to run upstairs and grab a few things. If you need to freshen up, now would be a good time.” He canted his head toward the small restroom at the entrance to the hallway. “I’ll meet you in the family room. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
In the small powder room, which wasn’t actually all that small by normal standards, Heather broke open a new toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth, but remained in the bathroom until she no longer heard any noise from the kitchen. She needed a few minutes to gather herself.
She stared at her reflection in the large oval mirror. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous. There was no doubt she wanted to be disciplined beneath Pierce’s large, strong hand, but she had a feeling the reality was going to be degrees more intense than all the fantasies she’d conjured over the years while fingering herself to orgasmic bliss. She took several deep breaths, and feeling more centered, left the marble and ceramic-tiled room to tread softly down the hall.
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