“Good. ’Cause I’m gonna fuck you there. In fact, I’m lookin’ forward to it. And it pleases me greatly, Sarah, that I will be your first. But not until you’ve been stretched a bit to accommodate me. Have you ever worn a butt plug?”
A butt plug! Holy Moley! Her cheeks turned brilliant red. “Um…no?”
“You’ll wear one for me, and often. I love knowin’ my woman’s plugged. Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”
She closed her eyes, feeling exposed and utterly defenseless as she remembered Phillip’s one brutal attempt to get her to suck his penis. It had been the single most degrading, debasing experience of her life. Her face burned. “No,” she finally said, sniffling wetly.
“Have you ever fantasized about suckin’ a man’s dick?”
Her cheeks flamed. God, these questions were so embarrassing! And the images his words were conjuring up! Carnal, erotic, pornographic! Her on her knees before him, her mouth full of his cock as he fucked her throat…
“Answer me, Sarah. I dislike havin’ to wait. I dislike even more havin’ to repeat myself. From here on out, either one will get you punished. Have you ever fantasized about suckin’ a man‘s dick?”
“Yes, Jesse. Yours. Only yours.”
Christ! His dick hardened and jerked within her slippery, pillowing folds, becoming impossibly long, impossibly thick. He shifted his hips slightly, rubbing his cock head against her clit. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her so badly, he was practically shaking with the effort it was taking not to enter her. He moved his head, placing his mouth beneath her ear, knowing how sensitive she was there.
“One last question, sugar. Have you ever fantasized about bein’ taken by two men at the same time?”
A whimper left her throat. Oh, my God! How could he know that? How could he possibly know that? She gulped audibly as a vision of Adam Sinclair slammed into her mind. Adam Sinclair, his powerful muscles rippling and flexing, as he filled her from beneath while Jesse knelt to enter her from behind, his voice an erotic whisper stroking across her nerve endings like sparks of electricity.
Her skin sizzled as if lightning danced over it. Her entire body tightened like a fist as arousal fluttered through her. She suddenly felt fizzy, frothy, as if millions of bubbles were popping inside her. She mewled, a tiny sound full of sexual distress.
“Think about it,” Jesse continued conversationally, reaching one hand around to cup her breast, pinching and pulling on the hard knot of her nipple. “One man in your ass, the other in your cunt, stuffin’ you full, fuckin’ you together. Givin’ you more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible. Would you like that, baby?”
Would she like that? Was he kidding? She would love that!
She shivered helplessly as his flexing hips drove his cock back and forth through her cleft, scraping the bulbous head back and forth over her needy little clit. Her thigh muscles tightened as she jerked against the rope restraining her leg, seeking that one touch that would send her hurtling over the cliff. The handcuffs rattled from her efforts to free her wrists. Her whimpers strung together into one long, low moan.
“Where are you, Sarah?”
“Y-yellow, Sir.”
“Are you close to comin’?”
Lord, was she ever! “Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
The breath shuddered from her lungs. “N-no, Jesse,” she said boldly. “I want you to fuck me.”
His breath hitched. “Well, fortunately for you, little sub, that happens to be what I want, too.” Clamping his jaw around a low, feral growl, he grabbed his cock, guiding it to the entrance of her vagina. Slowly he pushed himself inside, parting her wet, slippery flesh, feeling her muscles ripple around him inch by agonizing inch. He flexed his hips, holding himself inside her as far as it was possible to get. As if he were trying to pierce her heart. Trying to make himself a part of her body. His cock throbbed and jerked within the wet heaven of her fluttering walls, becoming impossibly harder, impossibly larger, until it was a bar of red-hot iron.
Then he began to move, sliding his rigid length nearly all the way out before thrusting all the way back in. Out. His slow, heavy strokes unraveled her. In. She felt her tissues parting, opening up as he slowly advanced. In. In. In. Felt her muscles ripple and clamp around him as he paused, fully encased within her wet, blistering walls. God, he is so huge this way! It was a wonder he didn’t rip her apart! Out. Out. Out. Felt her passage collapse and close in on the emptiness he left behind as he withdrew just as slowly. She sobbed in pleasure, every muscle of her sheath tightening around him as though trying to prevent his escape. “Faster, Jesse! Harder!”
Control gone, he slammed his cock back into her like a heat-seeking missile. Hips pistoning, he drove in and out of the blistering inferno, nearly setting his cock on fire from the friction. He’d never known pleasure like this. Never known it could be so all consuming, piercing him to his very soul. “Christ, Sarah, you feel so good! So goddamn good!”
His right hand curved around her hip, fingers sliding through her wet heat to rasp across her swollen clit. His left hand cupped one breast, thumb flicking rapidly across her nipple. Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed.
With a shuddering cry, she arched her back. She was being bombarded with the most exquisite sensations, both pleasure and pain. Every slam of his groin against her buttocks, every twist of her tortured nipple sent pain resonating through her, traveling through muscle, tissue and bone to a place deep inside her where pleasure awaited it. The two sensations spiraled through her, tightening within the depths of her core, blending together until all she felt was a pleasure so excruciating, she thought she was going to die.
The room echoed with their cries and groans, the wet slurp of cock fucking vagina, the rapid slap, slap, slap of flesh striking flesh as he plowed into her over and over.
Suddenly her body tensed. “Jesse—” It was a raw cry of distress. “Jesse, I—I—” She sucked air deep into her lungs as her body went rigid. She catapulted out over a black abyss, poised for just one second at the edge of oblivion. Her neck arched backward, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
His fingers pinched her clit. “Come for me, sugar. Now.”
She came. With a scream that echoed off the rafters, she came. Her body bucked and jerked as lightning exploded through her, jagged bolts of fire slashing her with pleasure, shattering her, flinging pieces of herself to the distant corners of the universe. And still she came, shuddering and gasping and sobbing as Jesse held her, his cock buried so deep inside her, he became part of her. Part of her body. Part of her heart. Part of her soul.
He gritted his teeth and held still, his body rigid, the cords of his neck standing out in high relief as he fought the release that hovered right on the edge. Her cunt muscles convulsed all around him, squeezing him over and over like a fist, until the tremors of her orgasm slowly, gradually, began to fade. Then he started moving inside her once again, cautiously at first as if he were trying not to hurt her, then more forcefully, jiggling and pulling her clit hood with his thumb. Instantly she was back at the peak, screaming out her pleasure as another climax detonated through her, utterly demolishing her.
This time he didn’t stop and his own orgasm followed immediately upon hers. A shout ripped from him as he went rigid behind her, his thick cock jerking and throbbing inside her tender passage as he emptied himself into her convulsing depths. Her inner muscles contracted around him, milking him in long, silken pulls, wringing every drop of cum from him until he finally went limp and slipped out of her, releasing a torrent of their combined juices onto the inside of her thigh.
“Jesse—” It was all she could manage before sinking bonelessly into the mattress and succumbing to the exhaustion that rose up to claim her.
The next time she woke, she was lying on her side, her knees pulled up in the fetal position. Even without opening her eyes, she knew instantly that she was alone in the bed. The room was in deep shadow
except for the soft spill of lamplight from the nightstand behind her. She inhaled deeply, moaning with pleasure at the delectable smell that filled her nostrils. Mmmm, she sure hoped dinner was ready, she was famished. Stomach rumbling, she stretched, a move that incorporated all of her muscles, making her aware of lingering pain in her calves, thighs, and arms.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Jesse said as he approached the bed, sitting on it and leaning in to claim her mouth in a warm, sweet kiss. He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest and abs. “Sore?”
“Maybe a little,” she acknowledged.
He quirked an eyebrow. “Only a little?”
“Well.” Screwing up her face, she took mental inventory. Her pussy burned and tingled from being stretched wide by his massive cock and from being fucked so hard and so often in less than twelve hours. Her leg muscles were so weak she wasn’t entirely sure she was going to be able to stand up. Her nipples felt wired, electrified, as if they’d been plugged into a socket. And her clit was painfully sensitive. If anything touched it, she would shoot right up out of her seat with a scream of protest. But other than that…
“Right.” Jesse grinned. “A little. How much, exactly? On a scale of one to ten.”
She laughed and her expression softened. “I keep telling you you need a bigger scale. Seven. But it was worth it, Jesse. Every last bit of it.” She thought briefly, dismissively, of Phillip Nugent and his pathetic notions of what constituted good sex. “I never knew sex could be so wonderful, so exciting, so…intense.”
“We aim to please.” His grin was smug. “You know, sugar, you’re so damn responsive to me, I think you might be ready for the next step.”
Huh? She held her breath, not certain she wanted to know the answer to her next question. But she asked it anyway, in a voice that quavered. “Wh-what’s the next step?”
He nuzzled her ear. “The Play Room,” he said in a voice as rough as sandpaper.
The air literally froze in her lungs. Holy Moley! She would never be ready for that! Never!
For a long moment he simply looked at her, letting her think about it. Then he gave her hip a sharp slap. “Come on, sleepyhead, dinner’s ready.” Dinner was parmesan-crusted chicken baked over wild rice, with fresh asparagus sautéed in an herb butter. She ate hers naked, sitting with her legs wide open, feet hooked around the chair legs. After they put the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen, he led her back over to the chair she’d been sitting in.
“What do you see?” he asked, pointing at the seat.
She blushed. “Um, a great big wet spot?”
“I cleaned up the one you left this mornin’, but from now on, cleanin’ up after yourself will be entirely your responsibility.”
“Sure.” She turned back toward the sink. “Just let me get a rag—”
His hand on her arm stopped her in her tracks. “No rag.”
“Then how—?”
He gave her a hard look.
She stared at him blankly for a few seconds before realization hit and her expression changed to one of horror. Oh. My. God! Her pussy clenched so hard her shoulders hunched. Surely he doesn’t mean for me to—
“I see you’ve figured it out.” His grin was wicked. “Oh, sugar, the expression on your face is priceless.”
“Yeah, well, you can just go to hell, Jesse Colter,” she sputtered, folding her arms across her chest. “I am so not doing that.” Red-faced with humiliation, she glared at him defiantly.
One black eyebrow soared. “Are you usin’ your safe word, Sarah? Because that’s your only other choice, so think about it very carefully, ’cause if you say it all this ends and I’ll take you home.”
Red! Red! “I—” Say it! Red!
“Are you refusin’ because you’re embarrassed?”
“Well, of course I’m embarrassed! It’s very…embarrassing.”
“Then you’ll just have to get over it. There’s no place for embarrassment in a D/s relationship, Sarah. Just as there’s no place for modesty, shyness, or prudery. Don’t forget, your body no longer belongs to you. You have given it to me, for me to use for our mutual pleasure, whatever form that use may take. Either you trust me to honor that gift, or you don’t.” He walked over to the counter and leaned back against it. Folding his arms across his chest he gazed at her solemnly, watching her worry her bottom lip with her sharp little teeth. “Looks like you have a decision to make, sweet sub.” He lifted his wrist to glance at his watch. “You have sixty seconds.”
She’d stopped breathing. Her heart was beating so fast it was a wonder she didn’t have a stroke. Holy crap! How could he possibly expect her to do this? It was vile, shameful, depraved, disgusting—it was also arousing as hell, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. She could feel her blood heating in her veins, juice gushing from her pussy. Good Lord, why was this making her so horny?
Schooling his expression to reveal none of his own inner turmoil, he watched her inner struggles play out across her face. Heart in his throat, he watched her shoulders square as a look of determination crossed her face. For one brief, terrifying instant he feared she was about to say her safe word. But instead, she bent over the chair seat, being careful to give him a full view of her heart-shaped ass as she lowered her face to the little puddle of moisture left earlier by her leaking pussy.
Holy Mary, Mother of God!
Jesse’s cock hardened so fast, he nearly passed out from blood loss to his brain. He muffled a curse as he watched his sweet little submissive stick out her tongue and take a tentative swipe.
Dizzy with the force of her arousal, Sarah sniffed and licked, smelling and tasting the sweetness, the saltiness, the slightly acidic tang of her essence. Moaning low in her throat, she eagerly lapped up the remaining moisture, swaying her ass back and forth as pleasure engulfed her. When she finished, she straightened and stood, trying to wrangle her conflicting emotions.
“Jesus, Sarah—” Unable to help himself, he stepped up behind her, running his hands up her sides, sliding his palms beneath her breasts, lifting them, kneading them, lashing his thumbs across her aching nipples. Sweet. So sweet…Then he turned her in his arms and stood looking down at her. “How was that, sugar?”
Her lips compressed. She was looking at the floor, her face red and damp with perspiration. “It was disgusting. Revolting. And”—as she raised her eyes to his, he sucked in his breath at what he read there—no disgust, no revulsion, just a heady mix of love, hunger, and hot, steamy lust—“it was…quite possibly…the sexiest thing I’ve ever been asked to do.”
He chuckled, a blend of relief and pure, unfettered joy. Bending his head, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. Then he stepped back and held out his hand, palm up. “Come, baby. I have plans for you.”
“Plans?” Her hands dropped to her sides. She looked up at him, trying to still the sudden panic that threatened to engulf her. Her mouth was bone dry. “What sorts of plans?” But she knew. He was taking her to the Play Room.
He didn’t answer, merely quirking an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her to decide to trust him.
For a long, excruciating moment, she just stood there, her weight shifting from one foot to the other while her insides churned, terror warring with both excitement and anticipation.
Then, gulping audibly, she placed her hand in his, letting his warm fingers close around her cold ones.
“Good girl,” he murmured, lifting her hand to his mouth to kiss her palm. All resistance gone, she followed him through an open door beside the fireplace and down a long hallway to the room at the far end. The door had no knob, no lock, only a keypad entry system.
He took a deep breath. “Are you ready for the Play Room?”
She hesitated, licking her lips. Was she? The things he’d already done to her and made her do herself were bad enough. If she entered this room, her life would be forever changed. The person she had always thought she was would cease to exist. She would bec
ome a creature of Jesse’s making and would belong to him in ways she had never belonged to any other man. Never even dreamed of belonging to any other man.
She would be his in every way possible—her body, her spirit, her very soul. Did she trust him enough to give him that much power? Love him enough? If not, now was the time to say so. Now was the time to object, to pull away. To say good-bye.
She stood in silence, clear-eyed and strangely calm, watching him punch the appropriate code into the keypad. He waited for the sound that told him the electronic locks had been released. Then he gave the door a gentle push and turned back to her, patiently waiting for her reply.
“Yes, Jesse, I’m ready.”
He said nothing, just stepped across the threshold, expecting her to follow. Spotlights came on, illuminating individual apparatuses in this enormous chamber beneath the master bedroom. Her ears popped as the door closed noiselessly behind them. Jesse stood beside her. “Welcome to the Play Room” was all he said.
She looked around, eyes wide, nearly overwhelmed with a heady mixture of terror, apprehension and the deepest arousal she had ever felt. The rich scent of leather and polished wood filled her nostrils. And she knew to the depths of her soul that, as pleasurable as her orgasms had been up until now, they were nothing compared to the pain and pleasure she was going to experience in this room.
The Play Room was like something out of a medieval dungeon. Standing in the center of the room, and dominating it, was a large wooden cross shaped like an X. Its polished surface was shiny and smooth as satin. Metal shackles hanging from chains at both the top and bottom of each beam were for securing wrists and ankles.
Off to one side stood a padded gymnastics-type balance beam and a vaulting horse. Except this horse had not been designed with gymnastics competitions in mind. It had been designed for one purpose and one purpose only. Torture. Delightful, erotic torture.
Both the horse and the beam were covered with smooth black leather. Eyebolts on the wooden legs of both apparatuses were obviously there to secure restraints.
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