In Deep

by Chloe Harris

  Her gaze was riveted on those leather thongs dangling by his calf. Without thought, she reached for the laces of her dress, her hands too shaky to work efficiently. Impatient to get out of her suddenly confining garments, she tore at them, desperate to get rid of the suffocating wrappings.

  “Brace yourself against the table,” she heard him order just as she peeled the sleeves off. “Legs spread wide.”

  Her hands found the edge of the table and held on to it.

  “Bend your head. Watch.”

  A fierce shiver raked her body as she obeyed. His hands cupped one breast from behind, thumb and forefinger playing with the erect nipple, twisting it gently one moment, pinching it hard the next. His other hand joined the wicked game, the leather thongs wrapped around his palm. The thick knob at the end of the handle and then the handle itself rasped the peak lightly. The difference in sensations, sharp pinpricks versus smooth leather that smelled of him, had her breath leave her in a sharp gasp. Every pore was flooded with hunger until she thought she was drowning in eagerness. Waves of desire washed over her, lapped at her body, pooled in her core.

  “Are you slick with want already?”

  At his words, desire slammed into her. Her heartbeat turned frenetic, as did the anticipating pulse between her legs. She thought she had been moist already, but she felt a hungry gush of cream surge out of her at his question, wetting her already slick folds even more.

  His free hand roamed down her body and cupped her mons, his fingers probing and spreading her dewy nether lips while his other hand kept to the primal rhythm sawing away at her nipple. Panting, she gave a low moan when she felt her secret muscles ravaged with tiny contractions as his thumb played over her sensitive knob and he rubbed her entrance with the pad of one finger.

  But he left her too soon, drawing her moistness over the apex of her thighs with his fingers. A moment later she caught a glimpse of his hand between her legs, holding a small, knobby thing that vaguely resembled a miniature member.

  Entranced, Jaidyn watched Connor spreading her lips with the knobby plug, bathing it in her juices just before he gripped it harder and pushed it into her slick sex. Her muscles sucked it in immediately and Jaidyn cried out, feverish with lust. She arched her body, thrust her hips down. But it seemed the harder her breaths came, the slower he moved the plug in and out of her. Jaidyn groaned, seeing her juices trickle down his hand. She wanted more, relished in the wicked pleasure the plug brought.

  “Move closer to the table,” she heard him say, his voice degenerated to a feral rasp.

  Jaidyn tottered a step forward until the hard wood of the edge of the table bit into her thighs and she felt a dull throb against her mons. The hand he held the cat in now came to lie on the small of her back.

  Her core pulsated around the plug seated inside her in the same rhythm of the deafening beats of her heart. She threw her head back and let out a high-pitched cry when Connor slid the plug out of her quivering core and positioned it at her tight entrance. Without effort, it slid past the barrier. Groaning, Jaidyn welcomed it and the dark pleasure it brought.

  Both his hands left her. Jaidyn mewled in anticipation. She knew he was going to use the cat on her. Would she feel the impact deep in her muscles like she’d done with the rope? Or would it deliver fitful, fiery stings like the birch rod had? She fought against her instincts and tried not to tense her muscles.

  At first, she only registered the crack of the cat. Then she felt its bite on her backside. It had landed with tiny, successive smacks. Jaidyn bent and squirmed, her body instinctively trying to evade the pain.

  Her skin started to tingle and the ache altered, turned into honey-sweet pleasure. Jaidyn delighted in the cat’s pitiless caress. Its kiss wasn’t as sharp and pricking as that of the birch rod nor as deep as the ropes. It was as smooth as the instrument itself looked.

  Again the leather thongs landed on her skin, creating that tickle that rushed headlong into her core, spearing it with desire and leaving it sobbing for more. Jaidyn thrust her hips up toward Connor, silently begging him to continue the precious torment with his loving, ruthless caress.

  Titillation, want, and desire tangled up in her belly, sizzling down to her core. Jaidyn knew a climax was bubbling in her stomach, throbbing between her legs, tickling in her anus. The pleasure kept right on building, rising inside her with such force it made her feel faint. The effort to hold back was almost too much.

  The next few strokes with the cat came fast and her eyes shuttered. Moaning, she felt herself climbing toward an ecstasy that threatened to overtake her.

  Her core was on fire, relief so close she teetered on the edge. She whimpered for it, but held back. She knew it pleased Connor if she denied herself until he allowed her to crest.

  But divine pleasure assailed her senses, a multitude of sensations that almost shut her brain down and immersed her in pleasure so raw, so heady she swore she was going out of her mind.

  Her skin rippled, her nipples ached in abandonment. Her pulsing, weeping core and that tingle in her rear, it all cumulated to a fiery conflagration. She needed so hard to crest, but her body coiled and waited. Only Connor could grant her relief from this.

  Jaidyn licked her lips dreamily, her body swaying gently. Connor was pleasure; she was a slave to pleasure. The words rumbled in her brain over and over again.

  Throwing her head back as the cat landed where her buttocks ended and her thighs began, Jaidyn let out another gasp. The vibration so close to her drenched core had her cry out with the tiny scrap of relief that was just out of her grasp. Passion boiled beneath her skin, streaked through her veins, and sizzled like a bolt of lightning down to her throbbing sex, scattering any rational thought. Behind her closed lids she could see sparks flying, pulsating with every stroke he delivered.

  Then she realized that behind all those numerous buzzing fireflies there was … a strangely peaceful place. Each stroke of the cat felt like it gradually scratched away the wax on a honeycomb. Her sanity liquefied and trickled like treasured honey from her. Jaidyn let herself drift to that place and found herself swallowed up by the scorching bliss that welcomed her and annihilated any rational thought.

  Twirling the cat in his wrist, Connor let it land on her backside, this time with a little more vigor than before. Her moans and gasps blurred into each other and he saw she rested her forehead against the surface of the table.

  Next time he brought the cat down, he used as much force as he believed she could take in her current state of arousal without hating him for the marks in the days to come.

  Jaidyn squirmed and let out another breathy moan. Thin welts started to show, a crisscross of horizontal lines that rose from the pale skin of her backside and upper thighs.

  Excitement sluiced his control until his toes tingled.

  Once more he spanked her hard and then, without giving her time to process the pain, he turned his hand, twirled his wrist, and let the cat snap forward fast only to pull it back immediately. The cat’s thongs landed right between her spread legs, each tip nestling against her sex, biting her vulva before they fell away.

  At that she let out a deep, long groan that sizzled through his body and licked at his skin, called to him. Need slammed into his gut and Connor tightened the grip on his slipping control.

  Again he flogged her left cheek hard, quickly followed by a harsh swing to her right buttock. When she yelped, he let the cat snake between her legs. A visible shudder skittered through her body and she let out a long moan.

  Now Connor concentrated on the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, which were glistening with her juices. The ethereal skin on her backside was flushed with too many crimson welts, some of them already fading. Others would still be visible tomorrow.

  With careful strokes the cat landed from below, the thongs wrapping around her thighs, a few of them always kissing her core. Perspiration covered her body that swayed to those strokes in a primordial rhythm. Sometimes Jaidyn let him hear a b
reathless moan of pleasure, at other times she gasped or grunted in pain. But always her passionate sounds ended in blissful sighs. Too soon her thighs turned an angry red as well.

  Jaidyn had become eerily silent. Connor’s hand fisted in her hair and he forced her pliant body upright. Her eyes were closed, tears dotted her lashes. Taking only shallow breaths through her slightly open mouth, she was smiling as though she was dreaming.

  She’d floated away to that place where he couldn’t follow.

  With Jaidyn, Connor thought as he tamped down the overwhelming pride expanding in his chest, using the cat-o’-ninetails was perfect.

  Placing the cat on the table next to her, Connor cupped her chin.

  “Jaidyn.” He spoke softly, trying to gently pull her mind back into her body. “Darling. Come back to me.”

  Connor rained tiny kisses on the tip of her nose, her cheekbones, and her chin. Then his mouth settled on hers. He felt her lips quiver shortly before she responded to the kiss, moaning into his mouth as he flicked the tip of his tongue over hers.

  Nipping and sucking her lips before he kissed her deeply, he felt the strength coming back to her body. She held herself upright now, thrusting her tongue back into his mouth, letting it tangle with his. He suppressed the pleasant shudder as she thrust her bottom out and it bumped against his engorged cock.

  “Connor,” she whispered as they ended the leisurely exploring kiss and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him and his heart missed a beat.

  “There you are again.”

  “Please …”

  “What, Jaidyn?”

  She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, especially now as her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dilated and misty, her lips wet with his kisses. And her scent … marvelous. So spicy, so sweet. It was wrapping him in Oriental silks more exclusive and precious than he’d ever seen.

  “Take me, Connor.” She didn’t demand; she pleaded softly.

  Turning her in his arms, he slowly, almost gingerly lowered her upper body to rest on the table before he reached down and opened his breeches. His cock fisted in his hand, he guided it toward her pussy.

  Her moist nether lips happily parted for him and inch by agonizingly slow inch he stuffed her, relishing every moment. She was beyond tight with the plug in her ass. Her muscles constricted around him, struggling to accommodate him. Inexorably, he sank deeper into her slickness until at last he was seated up to the hilt in her.

  Allowing himself to revel in her long, low moan for a little longer than he should have, he eased his cock out equally slowly until he almost left her completely. Once more he slid into her and retreated just as slowly, but with her ragged loud pants he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Connor settled into a rhythm of lazy strokes that created a delicious friction. Tiny explosions sizzled from the base of his spine down to his anus and up his cock. Trembling all over as her cunny constricted around him like a tight, wet fist and began to milk him without mercy, he groaned and started to shove into her harder.

  Jaidyn scrambled up, her hands anchoring at the back of his neck. Connor lifted her legs and splayed them over his elbows, his hands finding her waist again to keep her in place. Her breasts swayed in the rhythm of his thrusts.

  Pulling his upper body closer to her, she found his lips. Connor responded to her greedy kiss. Entwined like this, his hungry mouth locked on hers, his cock seated so deep in her, he felt the climb to the peak coming fast, much faster than he’d thought. Need threatened to steal his control, his sanity, his very essence. Connor was burning alive. He was going to perish in the fever that laved his skin and turned that growing pressure into roaring lust.

  Their lips parted but they still were close, so close that they could drink each other’s pants and moans. Connor tried to push the sharp ache about to crest back for just a little longer. His every breath was filled with her scent, his every thrust was accentuated with her mewls and whimpers.

  Jaidyn let go of his neck and braced herself for his hard and fast thrusts by gripping the edges of the table. When her moans turned guttural, he could almost taste her impending orgasm in the air.

  “Come, Jaidyn,” he croaked, his command suffused with passion.

  She froze. She shuddered. She let out a raw scream as her climax washed over her, broke like surf on the beach. Her cunny gripped him hard, but Connor drove into her, over and over, frantically, close to desperation. She was made for his cock. He wanted to stuff her and make her scream some more.

  Her pleasure blasted through him, spiraled down his spine with head-spinning strength. It hurtled him toward the cliff that stood over an ocean of passion so intense he lost control of the orgasm he’d been trying to deny for just a thrust longer.

  She wasn’t just the embodiment of temptation for him. He wanted more, so much more. He wanted the right to give her her heart’s desire and be everything she wanted–needed.

  Dizziness crashed over him and Connor felt himself hit the surface, then drown in the sea of pure bliss. Pleasure ripped her name from his lips in a hoarse cry as he filled her with his semen.

  When he was as deep inside her welcoming warmth as he was now, he knew. Simply knew the connection was there. It was magical. Awe-inspiring. She was in him, forever in his heart, and he wanted nothing more but for her to stay there forever. To keep her safe. To give her pleasure. To be rewarded with her happiness.

  Boneless with the devastating ecstasy he’d just experienced, he sank down on top of her, struggling to get his erratic heartbeat under control.

  “Thank you,” she slurred after a couple of deep breaths. He could hear the smile in her voice.

  “It was my pleasure.” Light-headed, Connor broke into a low chuckle that ended in a groan as he felt himself slip out of her. Reaching down, he slid the plug out of her before he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her neck down to her shoulders and up again.

  A weird and wonderful peacefulness spread in him. True, his body craved hers, but it was more than that. He reveled in the closeness afterward that he’d experienced only with her. And when he didn’t have her naked and panting and wet beneath him, he wanted to hold her, just hold her.

  Fulfillment and craving, hope and desire constantly warred in his soul. But above all that, yearning to protect her and make her happy beat in his chest. Connor wanted to seize and devour her, cherish her, dominate and at the same time serve her.

  He couldn’t let her go–ever. It would be like ripping a piece of his own heart out of his chest and bleeding to death slowly.

  He couldn’t let her go. He simply couldn’t.

  But he didn’t want her as his mistress any longer.

  “Jaidyn, marry me.” For a moment he was shocked that he’d asked her, but relief and jubilation rushed over him the next. Yes, he wanted her to be his wife. She had turned out to be everything he’d dreamed of.

  She’d completely stilled in his arms.

  “Marry me,” he repeated and, swallowing the lump in his throat, added, “Please.”

  Her whole body quavered. He lifted his head to look at her. Jaidyn turned her face away but not before he caught the moist sheen on her cheeks. She was shedding silent tears.

  “What’s wrong?” Connor fought the confusion at her reaction. Were they tears of joy? Certainly not; elation looked entirely different. “Tell me.”

  She let out a sob that slashed his gut to pieces. Connor gave her the room she needed and reaching down, he closed his breeches.

  “I can’t!”

  Uttering soothing noises, he leaned over her again. Connor petted her, trying to comfort her as she broke down completely. “Shh, Jaidyn. It’s all right. Of course you can tell me. You can tell me everything.”

  “No,” she wailed, shaking her head quickly a few times. “I can’t marry you.”

  Straightening as if she’d burnt him, Connor tottered back a few steps. “What?” Sudden rage stirred in his gut. “Why not?”

  Sitting on the edge of
the table, Jaidyn hid her face in her hands, weeping harder and louder. “Because … because I am already married.”

  “You’re …” Dark violence churned in his belly, like the lava of a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

  “To whom?” He had to grit his teeth to keep the snarl out of his voice.

  “What does it matter–”

  “To. Whom.” He wanted to put a fist through the wall; he wanted to curl up and nurture those lacerations her words had delivered to his heart. But above all he wanted to hurt her as much as she’d just hurt him. “I want to know whose wife I’ve fucked these past weeks.”

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  That served to let Jaidyn find solace in her own anger. She stood, letting him see the bright fire of her temper burning in her eyes that matched the fury in his voice. With her chin thrust up, she walked toward where she’d left her garments and managed to don them hastily, yet with as much dignity as she could muster.

  “I don’t know him,” she finally replied, avoiding his glare.

  In two quick strides he was at her side. His hand gripped her elbow tightly and he shoved her around to face him.

  “What do you mean you don’t know him?” Connor looked like he was hanging on to his control by a thread. “How can you be married–” He left the question unfinished as sudden realization lit his eyes.

  “We were married by proxy,” Jaidyn confirmed, fighting not to squirm under his hard stare.

  His hand fell away and he took a step back. Jaidyn could see his eyes dull as if this was more than he could bear. One hand flew protectively over her heart, the other covered her mouth to hold in the sob she felt. A fresh well of tears flooded her eyes.

  Connor, strong, powerful Connor was defeated. By her hand.

  Frowning, he turned his back on her and paced to the other side of the cabin. His hands dove into his hair, fingers curling. The braid came undone.

  “Jesus,” he gasped. His shoulders slumped. “He is in Georgetown,” Connor stated over his shoulder.