by Skylar Kade
“I love your tits.”
She loved when he used that word—so raw, so dirty, and he always growled it against her ear.
“Perky, full, with nipples that taste like candy.”
“Sure you remember?” she mumbled, drunk on his touch.
He squeezed her breasts, the constriction shooting arrows of lust to her pussy. His touch would be gentle and rough by turns, but always unpredictable.
“Wench. I’ll get there when I feel like it.” He nibbled her neck. “I’ll put you on your knees, arms restrained, and lick those pretty nipples until you beg me to fuck you.”
Her moan sounded desperate, even to her ears.
“You like that, hmm?” he growled before biting her earlobe.
Chills ran down her spine, a flash fire spreading out to her fingers and toes.
“You want more?”
“Oh God, yes please, Sir, please.” She babbled nonsense, begging for his touch, anything harder than the delicate circles he was back to tracing.
With his deft fingers, Gabe had her pants off in no time. He spun her around, pulling her against his hot, hard chest. She leaned up to kiss him, wanting to feel his tongue on something, anything.
“I don’t think so.” He stopped her with a hand and a wicked grin. “You gotta earn that, baby.”
Laughter bubbled from her, and God did it feel good. She’d not laughed like that in years. Hell, not since she’d left Gabe. “Whatever you say.”
His eyes went hard and he grabbed her arms. “Whatever you say…?”
She whimpered as a wave of arousal drowned her. “Whatever you say, Sir.”
“Better.”
He crushed his mouth to hers and she was lost. His tongue dived and swooped and threw sparks to every tingling nerve in her body. She’d missed this, the way he kissed with his whole being. She threw herself into it, lips and teeth and tongues meshing until she felt nothing beyond that moment.
One second she was kissing him, and the next she was lifted into the air and onto her knees, mattress beneath her with Gabe standing over her.
“Much better,” he said, using his hands to span her waist.
She loved how solid and big he was all over.
“Y’know, this isn’t fair. I’m practically naked and you’re still dressed…Sir.” Hope did her best fake pout.
Gabe’s smile had her tingles swarming back. Her pussy throbbed as he rubbed a hand against her mound, protected by nothing but her black lace thong. She arched into his touch and he pulled his hand back. Her panties were soaked through and she felt so empty.
She needed him inside her, hot and hard. Sooner would be better than later, but Gabe seemed as if he was going to take his sweet time on this one.
“How can you have the world’s most perfect breasts?” He lifted them from her chest like an offering to his lips. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his hot, wet mouth and she about lost her mind.
Between his hands and mouth on her, Hope’s sense of space-time was distorted. One second, Gabe teased her breasts, the next she was on her back, wrists unhooked from each other.
“Arms above your head. Don’t move them.”
He trailed his hands up and down her flesh, from shoulders to toes and back again, with just enough pressure to tease. The pads of his fingers skimmed across her panties, the friction tickling her clit. She arched her back, wanting more of his touch.
“Sir, please, I need you now.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him to suck, to bite, anything but stop touching her.
Which is exactly what he did.
“Bad girl. I told you not to move your arms.” He sighed and shook his head. “And I was enjoying your sexy black lace panties too. You know I’m a sucker for your pale skin framed in black.” He re-pinned her hands and rose from the bed. “Let’s try this again. Don’t. Move.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He traced her body inch by inch with his eyes, searing her skin. Her lids drifted closed under the weight of her lust, but she could still feel him staring at her.
A throat clearing pulled her out of the sensual reverie. When she reopened her eyes, Gabe had lost his shirt.
“Oh, sweet lord and hot damn,” she breathed.
Her mouth watered at the sight of his golden skin. Broad shoulders tapered down to a whittled waist and his sexy hip muscles pointed toward the bulge in his slacks like a giant arrow. Muscles corded his arms and chest and abs, and he sported a new tattoo on his left pec, a soaring bird that was linked to his sleeve tat with beautiful abstract swirls of color. She didn’t have a chance to think more about it because Gabe pulled a knife from his back pocket.
“Oh…Gabe. Sir.”
He remembered her weakness for sharp, shiny things. Yeah, because she hadn’t been wet enough already.
She whimpered as he flicked it open and knelt on the bed. The cool steel pressed lightly into her neck and trailed down between her breasts and across her hip, leaving nothing but a burning line of sensitized flesh behind. She lifted her head to see the razor-sharp blade slide under her panties. With a flick, he cut one side then the other before she could protest. A clatter of metal on wood rang through the room and his knife-free hands returned, pulling the thong from her body.
“Don’t say a word, cara. I’ll buy you more.”
Well, there was no arguing with that. He knelt between her legs and spread them farther apart. She squirmed under the penetrating gaze locked on her pussy. She’d never let him go down on her or stare at her naked and spread-eagled because her scar raised too many questions, but the time for that was past.
But it didn’t mean she was suddenly comfortable with the attention. Her legs trembled and inched closed.
She got a solid smack on her thigh for that one. Two years ago—hell, two hours ago—Hope couldn’t have imagined not freaking out from the contact, but as Gabe’s hand soothed the area and his thumb gently caressed her scar, she only felt a twinge of unease. And that vanished when he leaned down to kiss the ridged, scarred skin.
“Keep ’em spread, baby. I’ve got time to make up for.”
Hell, that sounded like fun. He exhaled across her inner thigh, tendrils of air teasing her exposed core. “Gabe, please…”
“Baby, you’re out of practice. Ask properly.”
Her mind froze under all the naughty things she could demand, the delightful things his talented tongue could do. Her foray into kinky la-la land got cut short by a pinch to her other thigh. She gave an undignified yelp and fought every instinct to close her legs. She won—kinda—but just enough to avoid another pinch.
“I’m waiting, cara. Tell me what you want or I’ll just have to spend the rest of the evening staring at your charms and exploring at my leisure.”
While that was a tempting offer, Hope knew she didn’t have the patience for that. Waiting had never been her strong suit, and was only something she could abide when tied up—of course, she could only abide because she had no other options. “Please, Sir, Gabe, lick me, taste me, make me come!”
“Demanding wench, aren’t you? I suppose I can tackle the first two, but whether you get to come or not is still up in the air.”
“Ah, dammit. Tease!” She tilted her head up to watch him, loving the sight of his dark hair and eyes against her pale, pale skin.
He bit into the flesh of her mons as he laughed, and the vibrations awoke long-dormant never endings.
Since her mother had taken a turn for the worse all those months ago, Hope had been too busy to remember she had a sex drive, much less do anything about it. She hadn’t come in…far too long.
He pulled back and she groaned in frustration. “What, you want more of that?”
She flopped her head back to the bed. “Yes…” Her response trailed off into a gasp when Gabe swiped his tongue across her clit. Had she known what she’d been missing…
“What a pretty pussy.” He spread her lips and said, “Oh, that’s much better. Look at you, cara, you
r clit is swollen and begging for attention.”
The cool air dancing across her flesh, already damp from his tongue, threw a new sensation into the overwhelming mix.
His tongue danced across her lower lips, stroking from the bottom of her opening up to her clit, the little bundle of nerves shooting fireworks off in her brain when he nibbled it.
Keeping her arms against the mattress grew harder with every kiss of his lips. She shook as lightning arced across her limbs, starting from her core and zinging to every inch of her body.
“So…so close,” she moaned.
It had been too long. She had a momentary worry of the orgasm devouring her, driving her mad, shaking her apart, but Gabe pushed a long finger into her pussy and she forgot everything but the pounding need to come.
She inched closer and closer, the room and her past and her future fading into nothing but her and Gabe and this moment.
“Have you been a good girl, Hope?”
Good? Had she been good? Her lust-blurred senses sharpened and she tilted her head up to look at him. Her orgasm faded away like words carved into wet sand.
“No. I haven’t been good.” Her throat tightened as she thought about how she’d mistreated him. “I’m sorry, Gabe, for not trusting you.”
“Ah, baby.” He crawled up the bed to her side. “Hope, that’s not what I meant.”
She shook her head. “You were so good to me and I kept secrets, though part of me knew I should—wanted to—tell.”
His eyes darted away from hers and Hope wondered what part of her apology made him uncomfortable.
In the hazy dark of the room, with only the moon shining through the large window and skylight for illumination, Gabe kissed her with more tenderness and passion than she’d ever experienced. She tasted herself on his lips, tangy and fresh, the flavor dueling with Gabe’s own spicy taste.
It was a night for firsts, especially when he eased off the bed and stripped bare.
“No more games, no more teasing, just you and me, Hope. There’s time enough for play tomorrow. Now, I just need to feel you skin to skin, clenching around me.”
Her breath caught, his naked body and his naked intent so very male. He was hard, the long, heavy erection bobbing against his skin.
She needed him. “Yes, Sir.”
He growled his approval. “Thankfully Kat keeps all the rooms stocked,” he muttered as he popped open the bedside table’s drawer. A rip and crinkle later, he crawled back onto the bed.
He settled between her legs and his weight was a comfort even as the hard press of his cock against her abdomen kicked her heart into overdrive. His lips found hers again, and Hope decided she could be perfectly content staying in bed and making out for the rest of the weekend. Well, maybe not completely content.
“You can move your arms now,” he said against her lips.
They obeyed and jumped around his neck, holding him flush against her lips, not wanting the kiss to end. Touching his skin was, in itself, an erotic sensation. One hand trailed through his stubbly scalp, loving the tactile sensation.
He had the most perfectly shaped head, and even when he’d been shaved completely she’d thought his head was sexy. God, everything about him was sexy, from his piercing brown eyes to his imperfect, once-broken nose to his hard-muscled, tattoo-covered body. She gave herself up to the kiss, and to the one man who hadn’t given up on her.
He shifted, never pulling his lips away from hers, and suddenly he was at her entrance. He swirled little circles with his hips, dipping farther into her each time but never truly invading. He drove her crazy with desire.
She felt so empty, bereft, and the only thing that could banish that sensation was making love to Gabe. She tilted her hips upward, taking more of him inside her.
He froze above her and shuddered, ripping his mouth from hers. “God, Hope, you are so hot and tight. It feels like—”
“Like I haven’t had sex since you.” She watched the surprise fill his face before being shoved aside by a harder emotion.
“Mine,” he growled. His mouth attacked hers in a searing, possessive kiss. He propped up on one arm and used the other to tangle in her hair. “Say it,” he demanded, taking another inch of her pussy. He was so thick and she was out of practice, but there was no fear he’d bruise her as Master Joseph often had. The hard lines of his face sang of his impressive self-control. “You’re mine, Hope, and I want to hear you say it.”
No, she couldn’t say it out loud. In her private thoughts, she could admit whatever she wanted, but words had power to make emotions more real. “Sir, please, Gabe…”
He pulled out, holding himself just at her entrance.
“You can’t run from this, baby.” His fingers abandoned her hair and took her hand instead, bringing it up to rest on his new tattoo over his heart. “Feel that? That’s lust, joy, thrill, all for you.”
She melted beneath him. He always knew the right thing to say.
As she garnered her courage, he squeezed her wrist. “I know that look of concentration. It’s simple, baby. You belong to me. And I—”
“Mine,” she whispered, half-choked by her love for him.
Leaving had been an utterly bad idea, but she was back where she belonged now. Master Joseph had no more power over her. The past could creep back into her mind, but Gabe would help her through it. She knew that unconditionally.
He stared into her eyes, her hand still over his heart, and took her in one deep stroke. Her nerves flamed awake and sent tingles across ever inch of her skin.
“More, Sir,” she said, eyes rolling back into her head in lust.
He froze. “Not until you look at me.” Her eyes jumped open. Was something wrong? “Keep your eyes on mine, Hope.”
She obeyed. He pulled out then drove back into her pussy, gliding against her G-spot this time. She shuddered and moaned but managed to keep eye contact. He dropped her wrist but she kept her palm against him as he thrust again and again. Pressing down against her, he took her lips and shifted his angle, muffling her cry of satisfaction with his kiss.
Everything except that moment melted away. It was as if her life had been playing in mono on VHS; now she had Blu-ray with 7.1 surround sound. She registered every muscle of Gabe’s body, every millimeter of his cock dragging across her sensitized channel, every tangle of his tongue against hers, and they coalesced in her pussy and heart and mind. The tide dragged her under and tingling started at the bottom of her spine. She tore her mouth from his.
“Gabe, Sir, I’m so close.”
“Come for me. I need to feel your tight, hot pussy clench around me.” His erotic words, the hot look in his eyes, threw her over the edge.
She writhed and shuddered and lost all sense of self, dizzy from the pleasure. He sped his thrusts, prolonging her orgasm, until his muscles corded and tensed.
“Ah, love, I’m going to come.”
She raked her nails down his back and bit the tattoo over his heart, finally understanding what it was for. He thrust deeper into her than before, once, twice, before freezing against her. She felt him come, his thick cock twitching inside her and arousing her spent nerves.
He let his full weight fall against her for long minutes before rolling to the edge of the bed, and then he was back sans condom but still half-hard against her hip. He pulled her into his strong, tattooed arms, the riot of colors and shapes dizzying in her post-orgasmic bliss.
“God, that was hot,” she whispered, sated and wrapped in his arms.
“Wasn’t it?”
Silence descended. Her mind was so wonderfully blank that sleep beckoned almost instantly.
“I missed you so much, Hope.” His words barely reached her ears.
Hope assumed she dreamed them.
“I’ll keep you for as long as you let me.”
Now she really knew she was dreaming. Gabe did tenderness well, but this was something different altogether. This smacked of love.
Something they’d never said t
o each other.
“…hope I don’t fuck things up…sorry for not being able to give you what you needed the first…” His words echoed down the tunnel of her half-asleep mind, more indistinct with each passing moment. “…I’ll never harm you…”
Sleep pulled her under, and for the first time in far too long, she had blissful, uninterrupted dreams.
At least until he woke her for round two. And three.
Chapter Eight
Hope stood under the spotlight, bound and gagged. He could see the wetness on her thighs, the tightness of her nipples, and her arousal hit him like a Mack truck. With each lash of the flogger, her moans grew deeper and louder. Her musky smell teased his nostrils and made his mouth water. He’d never gotten to eat that sweet pussy, but now that she’d had such a breakthrough, Gabe figured she deserved a reward. After she took her punishment.
The flogger had turned her back and thighs to a sea of pink, but it wasn’t enough. The searing desire inside him needed to see her bruised and welted. He dropped the flogger and grabbed the cane. Varnished bamboo, it was thin enough to sting and solid enough to get the effect he wanted.
“Spread ’em.” She jumped to obey his command and the power swamped his mind. Hope was his to do with as he pleased. Which was all too convenient because, damn, he was stressed-out. This would be the perfect outlet for his tension.
He gave a trial swing and the crack of cane on skin proved to be addictive. Hope jumped and danced over each blow. He felt better by the minute, especially when the red streaks crowded each other on her pale, delicate skin.
She’d gone quiet. He leaned around to get a look at her face and tears were streaming down her cheeks. That shouldn’t have made him feel proud, but it proved he was truly in control of her now. She was panting and mumbling something around her gag, so he unbuckled it and let her speak.
“Blue, blue, blue,” she sobbed.
He scoffed at her safe word.
The lights in the room flickered and he turned to the cabinet of toys towering against the back wall. He grabbed a bullwhip and threw the door closed behind him. He turned back to her shaking form and cracked the whip against the floor by her feet. He loved how she jumped from the sound. Her fiery red hair shook with her sobs. He reached for her and spun her around, the ropes tying her hands together twining above her head.
