In Deep

by Chloe Harris

  Reaching up, Connor threaded the rope through one of the hooks fastened to the rafters in the ceiling. He took the end of the other rope and threaded it to the hook a little farther away, then pulled on the ends until her arms were high up in the air and she was standing on the balls of her feet. He fastened the ropes so that they would hold her and walked back to her.

  She looked strikingly beautiful bound there and at his mercy. The position of her arms thrust her breasts out like a present for him to devour and do with as he pleased. Leaning down, he latched onto one. His tongue swirled over her nipple, his lips nipping it, pinching it lightly. Then his mouth settled over her neglected hard peak, sucking it into his mouth until he felt her squirm against him, panting little whimpers.

  Those keening sounds she made drove him to the brink of control. He smelled her body exuding that mouthwatering, tempting musk and it drove him down on his knees. He squeezed his hand between her legs.

  “Open your legs,” he suggested, his voice a feral rasp. Spreading her legs would force her to stand on tiptoe, and she must have realized it, for she remained standing securely on the balls of her feet.

  Gathering the remaining ends of the ropes again, Connor slapped the insides of her lower thighs. “Wider. Let me see all of you.”

  Her fingers wrapped around the ropes holding her arms up at her wrists and she teetered a little as she obeyed, balancing on the tips of her toes.

  When she opened completely for him, he saw she was drenched with want. Connor tilted his head back a little and raised his mouth, kissing and nibbling every inch of her nether lips. He drank every tear of pleasure she wept. Not lingering too long on one spot, he opened his mouth and let his tongue snake out. With an agonizingly slow stroke he licked over her once, then stopped and watched as his breath cooled the hot path his tongue had drawn. Her sensitized button seemed to swell and pop up even higher as if impatient and begging for more stimulation.

  And that was exactly what he gave her. Another long, languid stroke of his tongue, then he waited again. After inhaling twice, he licked over her once more. She tilted her hips, her core instinctually seeking his mouth, but when he didn’t react, she grumbled with frustration.

  “Faster, Connor. Please. Don’t stop.”

  He denied her with an instinctive shake of his head even though she couldn’t see him. “You don’t demand, Jaidyn. The only thing you do is wait for what I give you when I think it is the right time.”

  She sucked in a deep breath. Connor thought he caught a whiff of anxiety when she gave a little shiver.

  “Do you understand?”

  Jaidyn swallowed hard. Then she gave a curt nod only.

  “A gesture isn’t good enough,” Connor growled.

  “Y-yes.” The word trembled from her lips and it rained tiny, sizzling sparks over him.

  “Yes, what?”

  Jaidyn was about to shake her head, confusion written on her face. Then suddenly she halted–as if a candle had been lit in her mind.

  “Yes … s-sir?”

  Pleasure so searing, so ruthless slammed into his gut like a white-hot poker. His cock was straining against the fly of his breeches, debating with his wits the use of waiting longer still.

  “Good. Now don’t move.”

  If he were completely honest to himself, he’d been hoping for something like a lapse. Now he would get that wonderful, exquisite item out of his trunk filled with all sorts of toys. What he was looking for in the padded chest by the windows he’d lain on earlier was a tiny gold chain that connected two small flat clamps. When he found them, he paced back to where Jaidyn stood, breast clamps tucked away in one hand.

  With his free hand, he cupped her chin and tilted her head back, fingers digging into her cheeks until she opened her mouth. His heart thundered in his ears. Her lips were soft and inviting when his tongue traced their shape. Her breath was warm against his lips, but the trembling had seized her body without pity now. He knew the reaction was normal under the circumstances; nevertheless, he asked himself if he didn’t push her limits too far.

  All his doubts were swept aside when she let the tip of her tongue meet his in a brief, hesitant touch. His whole body clenched, then roared with the pleasure that once again snaked through his veins, heat and need licking at him from the inside out.

  Connor nipped and sucked. His tongue swirled around hers and his body caught fire, greedy lust scorching his mind, rendering him helpless against the hunger hissing down his back right to his pulsing cock.

  He leaned down and closed his lips around one puckered nipple again. Jaidyn gasped and arched her body, trying to get closer, silently begging him for more. He bit into her nipple and she answered with a high-pitched moan, her hips twitching wantonly against him. His tongue swirled some more, his teeth went on provoking her already hard peak, and then he brought one clamp up, opening it with his thumb and forefinger. He sucked her nipple hard until it sprang from his lips with a soft pop. Then he let the clamp bite into it and screwed it close, adjusting it just one turn before it was too tight.

  A gasp tore from her. “Oh God!” Jaidyn swallowed several times against that new sensation. “No,” she breathed over and over, shaking her head.

  Connor nuzzled her throat up to her ear, the fingers of one hand snaking around to hold her at the back of her neck, massaging gently. “Take a deep breath, Jaidyn,” he whispered into her ear. “I know you can take it.”

  Her breathing pitched and she licked her lips a few times. Suddenly she threw her head back and a moan shoved past those pain-filled gasps.

  Oh, he’d known she’d like the result. He licked over her other nipple, sucking it, playing with it, nibbling it until it, too, was wet and hard enough for the second clamp. When it latched onto her hard peak, she panted, biting her lower lip hard. But the throaty groan she’d tried to hold back came out anyway.

  Connor saw her body started to glisten with a fine sheen of perspiration. Reaching down, he found her swollen nether lips wonderfully creamy. She gave a loud moan when two of his fingers thrust into her and steadily, but oh so slowly pumped in and out of her.

  “You’re wet. Can you feel it? Can you feel the juices running down your thighs?” Her secret muscles contracted around his fingers. “I love that you’re slick and hungry so fast.”

  The fluttering in her core increased until she seemed to frantically hold on to him. She held her breath and stilled completely.

  “Oh, no,” Connor hissed and slid his fingers out of her. “You won’t come. Not yet.”

  Jaidyn gave a groan of protest that ended in a sob.

  Careful to always let her feel him next to her, he picked up the remaining rope ends again. He twisted them in his hand until they formed a nice flogger. Then he gently whipped her left cheek once. Her moans pitched and she swayed. Connor put one hand between her shoulder blades to anchor her. Then he flogged her some more, a little harder each time, each stroke coming faster until her every breath came as a mixture between a gasp and a groan.

  Seven or eight? He lost count of how many blows he’d delivered because his gaze was riveted on the trickle of milky, wet heat crawling down the inside of her thigh just past her knee.

  Connor stopped. He parted the ropes and threaded each one through hooks in the ceiling. He pulled the ropes tight. And tighter still. Jaidyn was completely suspended in the air, her limbs spread, her head back, her breathing ragged groans.

  Panting and moaning, her nipples flushed and her pussy drenched. Pleasure was written all over her. Connor felt his heart doing a funny somersault.

  Leaning forward between her spread legs, he took the tiny gold chain connecting the two clamps on her breasts into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around it and he tugged at it a few times, just a little, not too much, but he heard her suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly with another low, throaty moan.

  Her moist heat wet his breeches. With one quick motion, he freed his cock and positioned himself. Her welcoming moistness
trickled down his shaft, but before he gave in to the urge to thrust into her, he reached for the clamps with both hands.

  The moment he opened them, he shoved his cock into her in one hard stroke.

  Jaidyn gripped the rope holding her up tightly, letting out a scream. Her muscles constricted around him, eager to finally welcome him in. His self-discipline faltered when he felt her hot, tight sheath surround him. Connor groaned, clenching her waist as much for his own support as for keeping her in place for his thrusts.

  Only when he was seated up to the hilt in her did he pull out again, but he took his time with it.

  Rolling his hips again, he sank deeper into her slickness. Burning, prickling waves of pleasure rippled through him, searing his body and mind alike.

  Tiny, orgasmic tremors were raking through her. Each time he eased out of her wet sex then slid back inside, those quivers deepened. Oh, when she came, it would probably be like an earthquake.

  He began to fuck her in the rhythm her breath dictated, his gaze locked on her, on the sight of those beautiful, angry red breasts swaying with the force of his thrusts.

  Long, hard strokes jolted her. He pushed into her, left her completely only to pump into her again and again, harder and faster still. She would burst with the next stroke, and he felt his own instinctive response to her pleasure sling through his veins.

  Connor retreated. Ecstasy raged in tiny sparks through his body, centering in his lower back.

  “Come, Jaidyn. Come now.”

  Then he thrust into her again.

  Her climax started. It was hard, it was violent, shaking Connor probably as much as her. Wave after wave of those spasms made her quim grip him even tighter until he could barely move. Her orgasm seemed endless. His head spun when Jaidyn screamed against the ceiling until her voice failed her. And Connor rode her through it.

  Then he felt it too. That tiny spark that would burn him alive. Connor knew he’d never come harder in his life.

  He couldn’t pull out. Not now.

  He wanted her to be his. Now. Always.

  But he knew he mustn’t take the choice away from her.

  Letting his head fall back, he thrust deep into her one last time. Hot as lava and blinding as the sun, ecstasy coursed through his veins down his body, into his cock, and burst out of him.

  All reason fled. Only pleasure remained.

  He came with a loud groan, grinding the root of his cock hard against her core as he filled her with his seed.

  As if from far away, Jaidyn registered that Connor let her down. When her feet touched the ground, her knees, as wobbly as jelly, gave out. But before a gasp of surprise could escape her, he was there and caught her.

  She couldn’t think. Her mind was too dazed. So Jaidyn let herself sink into his strong chest, feeling it ripple as one of his arms supported her shoulders while the other hooked into the hollow at her knees. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her.

  His heartbeat was fast and met the erratic drumming of hers. With a sigh, Jaidyn snuggled even closer.

  She felt the soft mattress of the bed touch her bottom. He laid her down completely, pulling his arms from beneath her. Placing a quick kiss on her forehead, he whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

  And he was. He must move as quick as lightning, or maybe Jaidyn’s sense of time was jumbled. His fingers worked to loosen the knot of the blindfold at the back of her head and Jaidyn felt it being tugged from her eyes.

  She didn’t want to open them. She felt so sleepy without being tired. That was confusing. Much too confusing for her mind, which couldn’t find its way out of the fog that blurred each and every thought she had.

  His hands cupped her breasts, kneading them slowly, spreading something like oil over them. She moaned at the pleasurable sting in her sore tips, her legs folding on their own accord. She’d thought after what she’d just experienced she’d be too exhausted to feel anything, but, clearly, she’d been wrong. A fresh wave of scorching desire spiked her body. Arching her chest into his touch, Jaidyn rolled on the bed like a lazy cat, rubbing her thighs together.

  But despite her response, he left her. It didn’t upset her, though. She knew he’d be back in no time at all.

  There he was again, nudging her thighs apart with one hand. She let him do it, sighing with pleasure.

  Jaidyn blinked her eyes open. The room wasn’t as bright as she thought it was. He must have put out all but one light at some point.

  Connor stood by the bed, bending over her, a cloth in one hand. She feasted on his body with her gaze, his wonderful, muscular body that gave her so much pleasure. Her eyes settled on his semi-erect member and Jaidyn licked her lips. How she yearned to feel it in her mouth, swelling and rising to every sucking caress, hardening even more with every little flick of her tongue around its head … but he was too far away for that and she felt too drowsy to lift off the bed and obey her instinct.

  Jaidyn wheezed in a deep breath as he wiped her swollen, throbbing core with that cold, wet cloth in his hand. Her body bent to his touch, though.

  He straightened and threw the washcloth into the general direction of the washstand. Then he settled in next to her, wrapping his arms and legs around her. His sweet, playful scent filled her senses and Jaidyn melted into the cocoon of his body, drifting in and out of consciousness.

  Stretching her muscles, she felt her body was a bit sore, but amazingly that sticky blurriness in her mind had faded.

  And with that, she felt her breasts sting cruelly and her left buttock throbbing mercilessly. Thank goodness she didn’t lie on that side or else–

  Connor was staring at her, taking in each and every reaction from her. “How do you feel?”

  What a question. She felt good, which was probably understating facts, but she also felt as if her strength was depleted. “Sore, but good.”

  Jaidyn saw the glimmer of pride in him, his lips curling into a tiny smile. “Good.”

  “And you?” she asked.

  “I feel contented.”

  Contented? What just happened between them–

  Did Jaidyn really want to explore that? Was she amazed or stunned that Connor had pushed her to experience things she hadn’t thought possible, or normal, or pleasurable? Yet she’d enjoyed it all. She had handed herself over to him and he had shown her new heights she hadn’t even imagined existed.

  But he’d always seen what she wanted, what she needed. It shouldn’t surprise her. Still, she was a bit confused about it all.

  “Connor?”

  “Hm?” He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and met her searching gaze.

  “What you said … I mean …” Her voice, or her courage, or both left her.

  “It was just role playing, Jaidyn.”

  She nodded absentmindedly. “Because … it is a bit at odds with–”

  He pressed his lips to hers, immediately silencing her and all those dizzying thoughts that suddenly came tumbling into her brain, filling it to the brim until it was ready to burst. His lips always seemed to have that effect on her.

  “I’m not really jealous,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

  “You’re not?” Even if she wanted Mr. Parrish? That sounded so illogical.

  Connor shook his head, caressing her hair. “I’m not, as long as you don’t feel the need to hide something from me.”

  Jaidyn winced inwardly.

  “So, if you want Maxfield, you’ll have him, regardless of what he might have to say about it. I only have to order him.”

  “I don’t want–” He only has to …? “You mean, since you’re his captain, he’ll obey you?”

  “That too. But it’s a bit more than that.”

  A bit more than that? What did that mean? “You mean, he joins you sometimes, like Reinier?”

  “On a rare occasion, yes. But what I mean to say is if you want Maxfield, you can have him, because he enjoys being under my command in every way.” Connor’s hand circled her neck almo
st possessively, then began a slow caressing down her side. “And like you, he enjoys the punishment when he disobeys.”

  To emphasize his point, Connor kneaded her still sore cheek ever so lightly, sending a bolt of heat to her core. “I’d even say he enjoys it a bit more when he doesn’t really deserve it at all.”

  Her eyes bulged at the realization. What he was saying jolted her just a bit out of the sensual haze.

  Connor chuckled, the rumble vibrating deep in his chest, tingling into her. “Are you shocked?”

  She couldn’t lie. She was shocked. If she thought a little more about it, maybe it was her turn to be jealous. But in her current state, curiosity won out over all.

  Jaidyn bit her lower lip to hide a grin. “But I thought you said he had a fiancée?”

  “He does. He cares for her deeply, in his way. She’s far away in Boston and doesn’t know about that side of him.”

  “But you do?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  She hesitated, not knowing if she wanted to know more, or if he’d even be willing to tell her.

  “It’s all right, Jaidyn.” He trailed soft, almost tickling kisses across her neck as his fingers played the same teasing game along her hip. “Ask anything you like.”

  “How … how did you know he would … that he wanted …” She really didn’t know how to phrase it. Jaidyn still couldn’t believe they were talking about this and that it wasn’t dampening her mood. Far from it.

  “Doxies talk sometimes. The sailors they’re with talk sometimes too. So I think he must have known discipline was something I indulged in. And once he joined the Coraal, I began to see signs he might enjoy it as well.”

  All the while Connor continued to tantalize her skin with his featherlike touches. Jaidyn’s next question came out in a whispered moan. “Like what?”

  Connor gave a lazy shrug and lay back on his back, his gaze directed at the rafters in the ceiling. Rolling onto her stomach, Jaidyn propped her chin on a fist atop his chest.

  “Like how when we were alone he always kept his head slightly bowed, never quite looking me in the eyes. And how he would always refer to me as ‘sir,’ never ‘Captain’ or my proper name. Just ‘sir.’”