“How about you?” he picks up another slice of pizza for himself.
With those washboard abs and chiseled muscles, I figure he can have a hundred slices and not have to worry. Besides, he’s going to work it all off on me later. I hope. Mentally slapping myself, I force myself to remember his question.
“How did I get into music?” I lean back and take a sip of my drink. “As you may have heard, I didn’t exactly have a fairytale childhood. Lots of foster homes. Almost got into juvie, actually. But I got off with just a warning because of overcrowding. I think my constant in all these things was my music. I had this old Walkman disc, and I would blast music in my ears twenty-four seven. I attended my first rock concert when I was fourteen. I even almost got backstage at a Guns ‘N’ Roses concert. But then this idiot guard caught me and started asking about backstage passes.”
“I bet you could get backstage passes now if you wanted to.”
I grin. “I sure can, and I sure have. Anyway, music was my escape from a bad childhood, and when the songs could no longer speak to my wounds, I began to write mine.” I cringe when I hear how I sound. “God, I sound like every tragic celebrity cliché.”
“Not a cliché if it’s true, and I don’t think you can have enough examples of someone picking themselves up from a bad situation and making something for themselves.” He pushes the pizza box away and leans in close to me. “After I made the decision to leave college for art school, a lot of people, including my parents, told me how much I was disappointing them and how I was making this big mistake. Even though I knew I was doing what I really wanted to, I wondered if I they were not right, and I was not making a big mistake. And like everyone since the dawn of time, when reality became too depressing, I turned to art. And by art, I mean music. It felt nice hearing someone screaming at me to forget what everyone else was saying and follow my heart. You’ve gotta admit, I’m doing fine for myself, if you ignore the studio apartment and the fact that I pour drinks for a living.”
I smile and lean in close to him, my hands slowly creeping up his chest. “You poor thing. How can I make you feel better?”
He grabs my shirt and pulls me close. “I was thinking I tie you to my bed and have my way with you.”
Leaning close, I feel his breath on face and open my mouth, hoping for a kiss. Instead, he bites my lips quickly and pulls back.
“Tease,” I accuse him.
“I’m going to make you beg for it, Kitty.” I shiver when his hands come up to palm my breast and squeeze. “I’m going to make you crawl on your knees and beg. And only when I’m quite ready will I let you come. When I’m done with you . . .”
The rest is left unsaid. Not that he needs to say more. I’m already wet. I’m already ready to beg, and in the next moment, I can very well picture myself crawling. That picture just makes me hornier.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out.
“Beg for an orgasm?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because I can remember you begging for it the last time you were here.”
“That’s not it.” Frustrated, I push myself to my feet and walk away from him to stare at the wall. When I turn around, he’s sprawled on the floor, back against the couch with one elbow on the floor. The tail of his shirt has ridden up so his belly is exposed. “God, it’s annoying how sexy you are.”
“Right back at you,” he replies, pushing himself up. “I don’t know why you’re frustrated. But I just want to let you know, it’s making me think of turning you upside down on my knees and spank you until your ass is red. Then make you come with the same hands that spanked you.”
“That’s it!” I cry as I point to him. “You can’t say those things to me. You can’t talk about things like that to me.”
“Why not? You seem to enjoy it.”
“But I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t like being this submissive. I’ve never been with a man who was as dominating as you.”
“You say that like it is a bad thing.”
The fact that he’s not even annoyed or irritated by this makes me even madder. He gets to his feet, and I watch warily as he walks to me. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer. Lifting my chin with one hand, he lowers his head and kisses me. I try to resist at first. I close my lips. I love the feel of his body against mine. I go to push him away but make sure he knows I don’t want to by holding myself stiffly against him and moaning when his hard cock brushed against my legs. His tongue moves into my mouth, and within seconds, he has me moaning and rubbing myself against him. He suddenly stops and nips my lip so hard it hurts a bit.
“Next time you talk to me about how you used to have sex with other people, I’m going to spank you.” He raises his brow, and I find myself nodding. “You can tell me what you want me to do to you, and I’ll consider it. This right here is just you and me. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Good.”
But there’s still a stubborn part of me that just wants to piss him off. “Just so you know, I’m not begging you.”
“Bad idea challenging me,” he says with a grin.
I grin back at him. “Just telling you how it’s going to be, buster.”
“Don’t worry. I welcome the challenge.” He picks up the box of pizza and bottle of wine. “I’m taking this to the kitchen. When I get back, you better be naked and on my bed, or else . . .”
I watch him leave and think of disobeying him. Then I remember how good it felt having him inside me a few hours ago, and I wasn’t even clothed then. Besides, naked me kinda equals a sexy, clothed him.
“I don’t care what he does, I’m not begging,” I promise myself as I take off my clothes.
I’m going to rock his world, and when I’m done, he’ll be the one begging.
Chapter 16
“Oh god.” I grab his bed sheet and shove it inside my mouth, biting hard as his thumb brushes at my clit.
He has two fingers inside me, working me so expertly I’m sure this will be the time he finally slips up and lets me come. I even grit my teeth so I don’t announce my imminent orgasm. I feel myself contract around his fingers, telling myself that if I can keep quiet, maybe I can finally have my orgasm before he knows about it and stops. And I swear it’s working too. I can feel my pussy ripple around his fingers. Just one more thrust, one tug, and I’ll be there. Just one second to heaven’s gate, and he pulls his fingers out and pushes my legs open so I don’t even have the pleasure of rubbing my thighs together and forcing it.
“Please,” I plead with him, grabbing his chest and pulling it down. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He grins at me. “Funny you should say that. Especially when we are just getting started.”
I look up at him. “What do you mean by that?”
Instead of replying to me, he gets out of bed and picks something up from the floor. “I bought something for you.”
“What?” I ask, trying to see what’s in his hand.
“Shh,” he puts a hand to my lips and pushes me down on the bed. “See, you have this habit of using your hands to give yourself pleasure without my permission. So, I’ve got something here that will stop that from happening.”
He finally raises his hand, and I see two fur-covered handcuffs.
“No,” I say immediately, even though my pussy creams instantly at the sight of the tiny things.
Jake cocks a brow. “Nice to think you’ve actually got a choice in this. Sit up against the bed. You either do everything I tell you to do, or we do nothing tonight,” he adds when I still remain on my back.
“This is so not fair,” I grumble as I shift into position.
“And yet your nipples remain hard, and I can smell the scent of your arousal right from here. Admit it, Kitty, you love this.”
I do no such thing. I simply raise my hand and allow him cuff me to the bedpost.
“Is that it?” I ask haughtily when he’s done.
“Not quite,” he replies as he returns to the bag.
I tug on the cuffs and realize they may be cushioned and comfortable around my wrist, but there’s no way I’m going to get out of them without breaking a couple of fingers. I look up to see silk scarves in his hand.
“What’s that for?” I ask, my heart beating wildly in my chest at the sheer eroticism of all this.
“I think you know what it is for,” he replies, placing a scarf around my eyes and tying it at the back of my head. “I had to go shopping for these since I wasn’t sure I could find what I would like in your closet.”
“So, you’ve done this before?”
“Have I tied a girl in my bed and tortured her for hours on end until she was begging me to let her come? Yes. Why, are you scared?”
“Hell no.”
“Good. I’d gag you, too, but I want to hear you beg.” He gets down and ties my legs to the other end of the bedpost until I’m spread-eagled on the bed. Naked and aroused as hell. Then he gets down from the bed, and I realize the very first problem with this whole scenario. I can’t see him, and I can’t feel his presence on the bed, so I don’t know where he is or what he’s about to do. I cock my head to the side, trying to listen for him and hear nothing.
“Jake,” I call out, “are you there?”
He doesn’t answer, and I wonder if he’s still in the room. My skin feels flushed and bothered. The suspense is killing me, and I really shouldn’t be so aroused by this.
“You can’t leave me here,” I try again. “What if a stalker gets in?”
Still nothing. I think I hear a sound beside me. Then I think I hear him in the kitchen. I tell myself it’s fear that has my heart beating so fast. I just never knew I could be afraid and aroused at the same time.
“Miss me?”
I jump at the sound of his voice. “Jesus! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“Were you scared?”
“No.”
“Now,” he begins, “let’s talk about you using toys on yourself without telling me. I don’t like that, Kitty. I don’t like that at all.”
“And what are you going to do about it?” I taunt him.
“I don’t know.” He climbs on top of me, and I feel him lean down until his lips are beside my ears. His breath feels oddly cold. “I guess we’re just going to have to find out.”
I feel him move down and open my mouth to speak only to clamp it shut when I feel his lips close around my nipple. I immediately jerk at the cuffs so hard I hear a snap. My back leaves the bed, and I push myself into his mouth even as I try to run away from the acute pleasure.
“Oh God, what is that?”
I get my answer when I feel cold water drip on my breast, right before he begins to rub an ice cube around my sensitive nipple. Maybe it was the waiting, or his tongue, or the ice, or all of it, but I suddenly find myself wanting more of a pleasure so extreme I want to run away from it at the same time. I buck, trying to throw him off me but he holds fast. I try to push myself deeper in his mouth, and he allows that, sucking and nipping at my nipples with his mouth while the other nipple goes numb. Just when his mouth gets hot enough, he suddenly switches. I scream when his hot mouth closes around my frozen nipple. Two extreme temperatures at the same point. My sex is undulating in pleasure, weeping at the gaping emptiness it’s feeling right then, and I pray for a single misplaced touch from him around that area. Something to alleviate the pressure there. I move, trying to place my legs around his thighs. Maybe I can rock myself to an orgasm. He simply moves away, and with my legs spread open, I feel the soft whisper of the breeze caress my pussy. Light enough to have me undulating in pleasure but not hard enough to actually offer any respite. I give up.
“Please,” I plead with him. “Make it stop. I’ll do anything, I promise, anything you want.”
“Of course, you’ll do anything I want,” he replies. His voice so regal, so controlling, so arousing. I want to kill him and sit on his cock and ride him to oblivion at the same time. “But I’m not quite done punishing you just yet. I need to know that you can follow instructions better for next time.”
“I can,” I say quickly. Anything to stop the torture. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He moves closer. “Are you my good little girl?”
I nod. “Yes, I am.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I repeat.
“Then you know what I want?” he whispers to me as his hand begins to creep down my body, cresting over my stomach and then finally just between my legs, right above the wet folds of my sex.
“What?” I ask, wishing desperately that my hands were untied so I could grab his and put them where they need to be. In me.
“I don’t want you to come until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?”
I shake my head.
“Sure you can,” he reassures me in that sexy drawl that makes me want to do my best to please him. “You want to please me, don’t you? You know how good I can make it when you please me.”
I nod.
“Good, then you don’t come until I tell you to.” Then he moves down my body and puts his face between my legs.
I whimper as I feel his tongue push through the delicate flesh of my pussy and bury itself in my vagina. “Oh god,” I moan, wondering how to tell him I can’t do what he wants. I clench around his tongue to stop from coming right that moment. His adds his fingers and works his thumb around my clit as his tongue licks at my naked flesh. He sucks at my clit and then wraps his lips around my pussy lips and tugs.
“You feel how tight that pussy is?” he croons. “If you had any idea how sweet you taste in my mouth right now.”
“That’s not helping,” I say, throwing my head from side to side as my whole body vibrates and shakes on the bed. I had no idea just how much I need my hands to stop me from going crazy.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“You know what I want,” I bite back at him, frustrated and just close to crazy.
“Wrong answer, Kitty.”
“I want you to make me come with your tongue,” I say quickly.
“Too late,” is the reply.
“Come on, I can’t take this for much longer.”
“You’ll have to for just a while longer,” he says to me.
“Why?” I ask. Then I hear a buzzing sound in my bed. “What’s that?”
“The object of your iniquity,” he replies with a grin in his voice.
He has my vibrator in his hand, and as I realize what he’s about to do, I recoil into myself as much as I can.
“I can’t do it,” I say. “I can’t hold my orgasm if you use that on me. You don’t know how powerful that stuff is.”
I feel his hand move to my face, and he caresses it. “I think you can. Come on, you’ll love it.”
He pushes at my legs, and they open for me. Then he places the vibrator against my sex, and my whole body leaves the bed. It’s like he’s passed electricity through me. I’ve never felt pleasure so intense in my entire life. I begin to speak unintelligibly as I fight not to come. It’s a battle I know I’ll lose. But I so want to please Jake. I want to show him I can stand toe to toe with him. I want him to be happy for me. His finger joins the vibrator on my sex, and even though I can feel the weight of my orgasm coming, I can still feel ripples of pleasure radiating from the depth of my pussy to my whole body. My hips jerk upward intermittently, my whole body flopping in what has to be the most unflattering way ever. I don’t care. I have no control over it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful right now,” he says, his voice thick with need. “The veins in your neck as you fight not to come just because I said you shouldn’t. Your whole body moving like a real-life work of art. One day, I’m going to paint you like this. Have you use a vibrator between your legs while I capture the look of ecstasy on your face forever.”
“Jake,” I beg, unable to take it anymore.
“Do you want to come, Kitty?”
I nod furiously.
His f
inger pushes into me, and he begins to thrust in quick, measured strokes that hit all the right places. But at this point, the whole of my pussy is the right place.
“Then come for me, Kitty,” he finally says the words I’ve been waiting for.
He’s still talking when I let myself go and feel my whole body explode into bits. I don’t even know I’m screaming, or that I’ve clamped so tight around his fingers as I come he can’t pull out. Or that I’ve rip the scarves that hold my legs to the bed. Or that there’s even a world outside of the one I share in this bed with him. No orgasm I’ve ever had comes close to this one. It marks both my body and my soul and sets a standard I know in this moment no one else will reach ever again.
When my brain starts to function again, I open my eyes to find that he has somehow managed to take off the cuffs and blindfold. He’s also naked, and the thick length of his cock jerks under my gaze. I don’t need him to tell me what to do. I doubt I’d listened if he did. I let him have his turn and now it’s mine. Rising to my feet, I wrap my hands around his neck and begin to kiss him.
A small shove at his shoulders, and he allows me to push him down on the bed. I kneel in front of him, staring at his naked, muscular form lain out in front of me. He’s mine, and I wonder at how he’s managed to creep into every part of me. I swear it’s like he’s marked my soul. I cover his body with mine, loving how his hard frame feels against my soft one. I nip his lips with my teeth before stroking my tongue over him and kissing him. And even though I’m the one on top, I don’t think for one second I’m in control. I slowly make my way down, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. My teeth close over hard nipples, and I love the rough sound that comes from his lips. Tugging lightly, I continue my way down his body until I finally feel his cock nudging at my throat. Parting my lips, I finally take him in my mouth.
His hips jerk, and he pushes his hand into my hair as he groans. I wrap my hands around his shaft, stroking as I begin to suck. The taste of his cock in my mouth is deeply arousing, and I eagerly take him as deep as I can. My head bobs up and down around him as I stroke at the same time. Reaching between his legs, I grab his balls and tug at them.
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