Make Me

by BETH KERY

  “What’s a spreader bar?”

  “It’s just a metal bar that’s about two and a half feet wide. It has four restraints on it. I’m going to have you stand, and then attach the bar to your ankles. It will force you to keep your legs spread open. Then you’ll bend over, and I’ll restrain your wrists to the bar. You won’t be able to move while I have you.”

  She stared at him openmouthed over her shoulder, shocked by his calm recital of the facts.

  “Do you want to hurt me, Jacob?” she asked shakily.

  “No. How can you ask me that?” he replied harshly. “I want to have you. Completely. I’ve told you before, that’s what turns me on. Not pain.”

  “You’ll keep me safe?”

  “Always,” he replied, his gaze growing extra fierce.

  “Then, yes.”

  He immediately released her and stood next to the bed. She almost turned to watch what he was doing, but realized she could see his reflection in the mirror over the chest of drawers as he crossed the bedroom. He opened what she assumed was a closet door and went inside. When he appeared again, she saw what he carried. Her thighs closed and tightened to alleviate the spike of arousal that went through her. In one hand, he carried a long metal rod; in the other was a bundle of black rope.

  Her breathing had grown choppy from arousal by the time he stood next to the bed again, blocking her view in the mirror. Not that she needed the mirror to notice the heavy bulge at the front of his shorts as he leaned the spreader bar on the far side of the bedside table. On top of the table, he set down what appeared to be a package of—she strained to see—antiseptic towelettes? He turned toward her with the rope in hand.

  “You can stay just like that, but pull your knees up under you, bottom in the air,” he directed, staring down at her.

  Harper took the position, bending her knees beneath her, her breasts pressed against the mattress, her arms stretched above her head, one cheek turned into a pillow . . . ass in the air.

  “That’s good,” he muttered thickly. “Wrists together, palms inward.”

  He put a knee on the edge of the mattress and leaned down, binding her wrists and forearms with several loops of the black silk rope. His body was just inches away from her face while he restrained her, his cock right in her field of vision. She felt that familiar, forbidden sense of anticipation building in her. From the size and apparent weight of his erection, she wasn’t alone in her sharp arousal.

  He lifted his knee off the mattress and stood again, opening a bedside table. She watched him as he withdrew both a bottle of lubricant and a box.

  “It’s new,” he said quietly as he tore his thumb through the plastic and opened the box. He withdrew a black dildo. It was slender, about six inches long with a thick base. Its shape was realistically cock-like.

  “Do you ever use one of these?” he asked her. Something about the way he held it up for her inspection made her thighs tighten to alleviate a stab of arousal.

  “No. I have a vibrator, but . . . no. Not one of those.”

  He picked up the lubricant.

  It was pure erotic torture, watching him smooth the shiny lube onto the dildo with his fingers while she watched, her arms restrained above her head.

  Her ass in the air.

  Finally he set down the bottle of lubricant and came onto the mattress behind her. He positioned himself on his knees next to her bottom. His body was on the opposite side of hers—and the mirror. Heat scorched her cheeks when she realized she could see everything clearly in the reflection. He held the lubricated dildo in his left hand and stared down at her, his expression grim.

  “Raise your ass some, Harper.”

  She bit her lower lip and rose on her haunches, lifting her ass higher in the air. He reached with his right hand, and she realized his fingers were still glossy from the lubricant. With no buildup, he buried his fingers in the crack of her ass and rubbed a fingertip against her asshole.

  She jumped.

  “I know it probably feels strange, but try not to resist it. It’ll make things harder on you, if you do.” He pressed his fingertip tighter against her. “Push back against me. It’ll go in easier that way.”

  She bit her lower lip and applied a firm pressure against his finger. He slid into her ass. She moaned.

  “That’s right,” he murmured.

  He began to fuck her with his finger. At first, Harper was overwhelmed with a strange combination of shame and arousal. She could see him in the mirror, watching himself as he penetrated her ass firmly with his forefinger, his face rigid. She clenched her eyelids shut. No sooner had she done it, however, than she craved the image of him again. Even in this, she found him compelling. Maybe especially in this. He pumped his hand faster, a snarl shaping his mouth. His opened his hand and gently slapped her curving buttocks every time he penetrated her with his finger.

  She groaned. His gaze flickered up. For an electric moment, their gazes met in the mirror. Holding her stare, he opened his hand and pressed it against her ass cheeks, his finger sunk deep inside her.

  “I’m glad you’re a virgin,” he said quietly. “Not only because it’s going to feel so fucking good inside you. I’m glad because I’m the one.” He squeezed her buttocks in his hand and pressed again, sending his finger higher inside her. A small smile flickered over his hard mouth. “Does that make me selfish?”

  “No,” she gasped. A subtle trembling had started in her body. “Because I’m glad, too.”

  He groaned roughly, pressing tighter with his finger, plumping her cheeks in his palm. Then he withdrew, and this time he pressed two fingers against her.

  “Press back.”

  A soughing sigh left her lungs when he entered her. She lay there, watching him penetrate her slowly. Then he slowly, firmly began to fuck her with them. Increasingly, her arousal trumped any anxiety or embarrassment. He did. But her shame and uncertainty added a surprisingly potent erotic jolt to the moment, as well. As did having full view of him while he did something so shockingly intimate. Her clit began to simmer at the anal stimulation . . . at the vision of him dominating her. He plunged his fingers deep and grimaced.

  “Your ass is hot. You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?” he rasped. “Harper?” he asked sharply, meeting her stare in the mirror when she didn’t answer.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Look at you,” he said, and there was a harsh edge to his tone as he examined her in the mirror through a narrowed gaze. She thought she might know what he meant. Her cheeks and lips were flaming pink, and it had little to do with her sunburn. He said something under his breath, and she thought it was a curse. He withdrew his fingers from her ass. He transferred the lubricated dildo to his right hand, and her eyes widened.

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said, obviously sensing her tension. “You’re ready for it.” He spread back one cheek and pressed the tip of the dildo next to her opening.

  He spread his big left hand at the top of her ass, encompassing both cheeks, and gripped her. “Come back on it, honey,” he said. He pushed with the dildo at the same time he guided her movement, using his hand on her ass to pull her against the rubber tip.

  “Oh,” she cried out sharply.

  He halted by clutching at her ass and keeping her in place.

  “Just give it a few seconds,” he said, and indeed, the sharp moment of pain when he’d pierced her with the head of the dildo passed almost instantly. “Better?” he asked, and she nodded her head on the pillow. She was being honest. There was only pressure and mounting excitement at the vision of him pushing the sex toy into her. He looked up and caught her staring at him fixedly in the mirror.

  “You like to watch?” he murmured, his voice a deep, sexy growl before he began to pulse the dildo in and out of her, guiding the subtle movement with his grip on her buttocks. She moaned at the mounting pressure
. “Answer me, Harper.”

  “Yes,” she replied shakily.

  “There’s no reason you shouldn’t. You look amazing,” he said, appearing thoroughly intent on his task. “You felt like heaven.”

  He worked the sex toy into her gently, but firmly, sinking it farther and farther with each pass. Harper lay there panting, increasingly aroused and spellbound by the image of them in the mirror. Her nipples had grown very stiff against the sheet, and her breasts ached. She couldn’t believe how much her clit simmered from the anal stimulation. She burned for pressure on her sex.

  Finally, he plunged the dildo into her until only the square base remained exposed. He gave a low, rough growl, and his hand tightened on her ass cheeks, making her an immobile target. He flexed his hips forward and pressed his swollen cock against the side of her bottom. At the same moment, he pushed firmly on the base of the sex toy, keeping it deep in her ass. Harper’s cry of shaky arousal combined with his guttural groan. She wasn’t really aware of doing it, but suddenly, she was bucking her hips slightly, trying to increase the pressure.

  “Hold still,” Jacob grated out, his finger sinking into her buttocks to control her movement, his biceps bulging to keep her in place. Harper stilled herself with effort, her mouth hanging open as she panted shallowly. Everything burned. Her cheeks, her nipples, her sex, the soles of her feet. The sensation of his heavy erection pressing against the side of her ass felt both intimidating and fiercely arousing.

  He kept her in place for the next minute while he fucked her firmly with the dildo. Harper turned her face into the pillow, suppressing a squeal of anguished arousal. He must have known her cry was from excitement, not discomfort, because he fucked her harder with the sex toy.

  “You like it?” he rasped.

  “Yes,” she squeezed out of her throat into the pillow.

  “Turn your face back to the mirror,” he demanded. “Watch yourself. You’re so gorgeous, Harper.”

  She turned her cheek on the pillow, both because he ordered her to and because she wanted to. He fucked her with the lubricated dildo for another unbearably tense moment, still holding her ass possessively with his left hand, his enormous erection pulsing against her ass and hip.

  She groaned roughly. His gaze met hers in the mirror. Her face was tight with agonized excitement. Suddenly, he was holding the base tight against her ass cheeks with his thumb and clambering off the bed to his feet. She whimpered.

  “Hold still,” he ordered tensely, one arm extended to hold the sex toy inside her, the other stretching to the bedside table. He picked up both the package of towelettes she’d noticed earlier and the bottle of lubricant, and came back onto the bed. Harper watched, panting uncontrollably, as he released his hold on the base of the dildo for long enough to rip open the package of towelettes.

  “Jacob?”

  “It’s okay. Just a second.”

  While he rapidly cleaned both of his hands, the dildo started to slide out of her ass. He tossed the towelettes aside and pressed the dildo back into her, making her gasp. Then he reached between her legs and stringently rubbed her clit.

  She screamed.

  Orgasm ripped through her. He continued to stimulate her clit while he penetrated her rapidly with the dildo.

  Harper came back to herself a moment later, blinking open her eyelids dazedly, bliss still rippling through her, to see him pulling the black sex toy almost completely out of her ass only to plunge it back in a quick, ruthless rhythm. After a moment, he looked up and saw her watching him in the mirror. A snarl shaped his mouth.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, drawing the dildo completely out of her. He reached across her, grasping her far hip, holding her firmly while he ground his heavy cock against her.

  “You are,” she replied in ragged disbelief, because in that moment, she’d never seen anything as awe inspiring as the savage, blazing desire exposed on his face as he stared down at her.

  • • •

  He was losing his mind, he thought as he hastened off the bed. He was about to be cut wide-open by the sharp, ripping claws of undiluted need. His lust—his longing—was so single-minded that he almost passed on using the spreader bar, the thought of getting back on the bed and just taking her then and there taunting him.

  She’d been so incredible, though. So responsive. The idea of having her completely at his mercy, of thoroughly possessing her, battered at his consciousness.

  Using every last shred of restraint he had remaining, he unbound her hands from the rope and urged her to stand next to the bed.

  “Spread your legs and bend over,” he instructed, one hand at the small of her back. He already knew that she was very flexible, but he’d never had her in this particular position before. She bent with supple ease at the waist, her long, copper-colored hair slipping over her shoulders and hanging in the air. He slid his hand down to her ass, spreading her. His cock lurched, making him wince. The vision of her elegant back, round, firm ass, and pink, glossy sex pounded at his consciousness. He felt like one giant, throbbing ache.

  Grimly, he turned away from the sight of her, reaching for the spreader bar.

  He got the bar on her in record time. When he’d finished, she stood with the bar bound to her ankles, immobilizing her legs so that her thighs were spread wide. There were two cuffs at the center of the bar, where he restrained her wrists. He stood next to her, caressing her ass. He spread her buttocks with both hands and listened to her soft whimper. Liking the sound so much, he reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit. Her sharp cry of surprise segued to a moan.

  “God, you’re drenched,” he grated out.

  She was so lovely. And she was his. The strangest mixture of tenderness and cutting, rabid lust coursed through him. Grimacing, he cupped his balls and the root of his cock and backed away from her. He jerked his shorts off and reached into the bedside drawer for a condom. He hated that thin barrier, but until they’d both been given the okay medically, he knew he didn’t have a choice.

  “You okay, Harper?” he asked as he rolled the condom on his turgid cock and walked behind her.

  “Yes, but I wish I could see you,” he heard her say in a muffled voice. He reached for the bottle of lubricant on the bed.

  “I know,” he said, flipping open the cap. He poured a liberal amount of lubricant on his cock. He fisted the shaft, spreading the silky fluid. “It’s your eyes, though. They always make me lose control, and this is going to be a trial as it is.”

  “But—”

  “I told you this was for me, Harper,” he interrupted quietly, peeling back an ass cheek. He pressed the tip of his cock to her. “I need to have you like this. Completely. The next time we do this, not even a damn condom is going to separate us. Do you understand?” he asked with as much patience as he could muster.

  “Yes,” he heard her say.

  He reached around her hip and slid his fingertip between her labia. She moaned. He felt her tense.

  “Jac . . . Jacob. Oh God.”

  She started to shudder in orgasm.

  “God bless it, girl,” he muttered tensely, incredulous at her responsiveness.

  He thrust, pushing his cockhead into her ass. She made a squeaking sound, but he rubbed her clit harder. She cried out sharply, her orgasm spiking. He felt her tremors with the tip of his cock. “Christ, you’re hot,” he groaned, grimacing as he nursed her through her climax. Finally, he couldn’t take the torture anymore. “I’m sorry, honey.” He gripped her ass in both hands, his thumbs prying back the cheeks slightly. He flexed his hips, sliding his cock into her clamping heat another few inches. “I have to do this now.”

  He saw the fine trembling of her back and heard her sharp cries. He sunk further into the heaven of her, compelled.

  As always.

  • • •

  Harper felt l
ike she’d overloaded. She’d been intensely aroused by having the spreader placed between her ankles and then having her wrists cuffed to the bar. Her excitement confused her, as well. Why would she like being bent over and restrained in such a fashion? Jacob had said it was up to them, and them alone, to decide what they wanted sexually and what was sick or shameful. But then he’d said what really made her understand her excitement: I told you this was for me, Harper.

  She loved the idea of being utterly possessed by him, but she craved the knowledge that this powerful, in-control man would lose himself for a blissful moment of time, finding pleasure and release in her body. She wanted to give him that. If she had her way, she’d sacrifice even more of herself.

  She clenched her teeth together as he firmly began to saw his cock in and out of her ass. There had been pain at first, when he’d squeezed that succulent cockhead into her, but her orgasm had distracted her. Now there was only intense pressure and a growing sense of wonder. There must be more nerves in her ass than she’d ever realized before. She felt his cock in her body more keenly than she ever had. He was rigid and swollen, the surface tension of the shaft both intimidating and arousing.

  He held her ass tightly and sunk into her deeper. “Oh, yeah. God, you feel good.” She heard it in his groan, his sharp excitement. His splintering control. And suddenly, something clicked for her, and she understood him better than she ever had before.

  “Fuck me, Jacob. Please.”

  A primal growl rattled his throat, and then he was thrusting.

  What followed was both savage and soulful. She gave more of herself than she ever had before, offering it all up. Because somehow, she got what he meant when he said that he needed it this way. Required it. He was like a starved man who needed to drown in decadence in order to assure himself that he could. Incredibly, he seemed to sense her total surrender to the moment.

  “That’s right, just take it. Take me, Harper,” he rasped before he drove into her to the hilt, and she gasped loudly.

  There was nothing she could do. In the position he’d placed her in, all she could do was feel. Absorb him. After several moments of straining caution, he began to thrust even harder, the sound of their bodies smacking together and his grunts of pleasure raining down on her. His hold on her ass tightened to counterbalance the strength of his strokes into her. She trusted completely that he’d keep her steady. Safe. She imagined him behind her, losing himself to an orgy of pleasure. Was he watching himself fuck her in the mirror, his face rigid, his eyes burning with excitement? It aroused her intensely, as did—strangely—the knowledge that there wouldn’t be any release for her in those tense, erotic moments. The spreader bar prohibited her from getting much pressure on her sex, although the indirect friction was mind-blowing.