She delivered several more swats, then knelt one knee on the bed, reached her free hand under him and clasped his dick. She worked his shaft while she let rip with another flick of her whip across the back of his thighs.
His vision blurred. He closed his eyes tightly. Sweat broke out on his forehead. It was too much. He was going to come, fast. Too fast.
She delivered two more swats. He was so close. Then he felt her hand stroking his back, soothing him, and some iota of control returned, the orgasm retreating a tad, enough for him to breathe. She was still working his dick, moving it in the most mesmerizing way.
He sensed her moving, looked around and saw what she had in her hand. Raising his eyebrows, he eyeballed her. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Are you man enough to take it?” She grinned.
“Sure.” He wasn’t sure, but he was aroused enough to give anything a go if it got him what he really wanted—her. Then he felt something cold sliding down in between his buttocks. Lube.
His thighs tightened, his body rocking on his knees. The way she was working his erection, he could barely focus, but then he felt it, the slim butt plug easing into his anus. Sensation roared up his spine. His knees shifted under him. He heard her laugher as he flattened to the bed.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” he croaked.
He couldn’t comprehend it, and the words escaped him as he tried to understand the torrent of sensation he was experiencing at her hands. He struggled, but his mind was mush.
Her hand was still wrapped around him and he lifted his hips automatically, allowing her movement. As he did, the plug hit home.
“Oh, oh, fuck, fuck,” he shouted. Ecstasy hit him hard. He spurted in her hand, his arsehole tight around the intrusion, his buttocks flexing, working it hard on instinct alone. He lost touch with the room, with everything except her. Kelly. Her name was in his mind as he came.
“Yes, you naughty boy. I’m here.” Her tone was soothing and he let it run over him, surfacing.
Must have said her name aloud, he realized, his mind barely functioning. He was flat to the bed. The plug was gone.
As he regained his faculties, he heard her leave and then return from the bathroom. Then her hands were on his back and stroking him. She forced him over onto his back, undoing the twisted tape, and climbed over him, straddling his waist. Kneeling up, her body was taut and beautiful in the light. As she looked down at him, her eyes glinted. Her nipples jutted out between her fingers as she molded her breasts in her hands, squeezing them.
“Oh god,” he murmured, swallowing, looking up at her towering over him. He was so aroused that he was hard again already, even though he’d come. He was praying, willing her to sit on him. His erection jerked up behind her buttocks, but she ignored it.
Instead, she shut her eyes, reached for her pussy and started to touch herself in front of him, just inches away from his face. Her fingers opened up her lips, squeezed either side of her clit. He couldn’t reach her, but he could see her and her scent filled his senses. She is trying to drive me insane.
“Why don’t you let me do that, please?” His urge to get her back—and how—was growing.
Her eyes opened, and she was restraining a smile as her fingers slicked in and out. She looked like a dark goddess, so powerful and confident.
He pulled his hands as wide apart as he could within the restraints. “Come on, Kelly. Sit on my face. Let me taste you. You know you want to.”
“I’m in charge here.” She slapped his cheek. The sting seemed to commute directly to the base of his spine, his tight balls, and his sensitive cock. She clambered over his shoulders, her thighs spreading on either side of his head, her feet latched over his shoulders as she lowered her pussy to his mouth.
“Oh yes,” he breathed the words over her skin, before he sank his mouth into it. Her flesh was warm, damp, and full. He was ready for more, and he was almost willing to beg, but he gave her his full attention, running his tongue around the intimate grooves of her pussy.
She moaned aloud, snatched at the headboard as her body wavered.
Her torso rose up above him, her breasts jutting, her hands gripping the bed for balance. He pushed his tongue into her hole and his mouth filled with her juices. She cried out with pleasure, as if it was already too much for her.
A victory cry roared up inside him, because he was hungry for her, and he was only just getting started.
Chapter Six
Kelly had to hang on to the headboard to steady herself. She’d barely got a grip on what was going on, the sense of power she was experiencing acting like some heady narcotic in her blood. Now his tongue and mouth were doing the most outrageous things to her: teasing, stroking, sucking—all of it wiring her into his mouth as if it were a divining rod.
He dipped his head back, breathed on her sensitive skin, making her shiver. “You taste so good, I could eat you forever.”
His words made her weak, and she swayed.
He gave a subtle laugh, breathing on her skin again, and then pounced back in.
Desperate for her release, she began responding to him, her hips moving of their own accord. The rough touch of his stubble brushing against her perineum was like a trigger point, hitting over and over. He moved faster, his tongue stroking in around her labia then lapping at her clit, before roving down and pushing inside her sex.
“Oh, oh, Tommy,” she cried, on the brink.
He bit into her gently, halting her, drawing out the pleasure, then alternating fast and slow strokes, sucking and nibbling. He was eating her up, his mouth moving from her dripping hole, back up to her clit, where he nursed it in his mouth, sending wave after wave of hot pleasure through her groin.
As she got closer to her peak, her hips rolled back and forth in time with his strokes, reaching out for the orgasm. His tethered arms squeezed against the underside of her thighs, his shoulders hard under her buttocks. He was nurturing her, encouraging her, and that made her melt. She almost gave in and went for his cock, but wouldn’t let herself—not yet.
He ran his teeth gently over her clit and that was it, her sex clenched, went into spasm. Shuddering, her body quaked with intensity. Liquid dribbled down her thighs and onto his face.
“Easy, girl.” His voice brought her back.
She loved it when he said that, it made her feel warm inside, warm in a different way. She pulled herself together, she didn’t want him to know she was ready to undo him and be held, be loved. She was fighting it hard, and she shuffled back, wiping his face with trembling fingers. Dropping down, she kissed him.
He reached for her kiss, his tongue eager for her, and she returned it briefly, before moving away. She picked up her robe and headed for the bathroom. She heard him call her name in a querying tone, and felt guilty. “Give me a minute, I won’t be long.”
Closing the door behind her, she leaned back against it, shutting her eyes. She was starting to get a grip, thank god. She’d got so wrapped up in their coupling, she’d kind of lost her focus. Her blood was still racing, though, her sex on fire, liquid heat running down her thighs. She rubbed them together sending an after tremor of pleasure through her body. It had been so hot, his large masculine body bound for her. The power of controlling him had made her wetter than she’d ever been. And he’d been willing, egging her on. This was supposed to be about getting revenge, playfully. He was enjoying it far too much. Pervert.
She gave an incredulous laugh, opened her eyes, and went over to the fancy vanity unit to check her makeup. The mirror was surrounded by built-in lights, the fixtures luxurious. She’d treated herself to the robe and undies as well as new cosmetics, some hot lipstick and some perfume she thought would match the surroundings. This was her treat, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Her own mischievous smile empowered her again. She reapplied her lipstick, a shade she thought would be better named “hussy red” than “pillar box,” checked her profile, and took a deep breath as she left th
e bathroom.
What a sight. He looked like some fantasy painting by Boris Vallejo, one of her favorite artists. Vallejo depicted men of power and muscle in fantasy scenarios, and Tommy looked that way now, like a mighty warrior bound and imprisoned.
She could have admired him all evening, but she still had an agenda—and a point to prove. She reached over to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer. Pulling out the CD Clayton had signed for her earlier that week she waved it in front of his face. “This is what I wanted to see Clayton about, an autograph for my friend. None of you actually believed a word I said.”
He gave a soft sigh. “I’m sorry. I can see it’s the truth, and that it really matters to you.”
“Of course it does.”
“You have to admit, you did look as if you were up to something dodgy, shooting out of a private dressing room, don’t you think? If you’d been in my position, you’d have thought the very same thing.”
She wriggled her shoulders. He was right, but she wanted him to believe her now, above all. “It’s the assumption that annoys me. If you had believed me in the first place, maybe you wouldn’t have abandoned me in a hotel room—”
“I didn’t abandon you,” he interrupted. “I came back.”
He came back. “…and you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“This ‘situation’ isn’t so bad.” He winked. “If I’d have believed you, and you’d got your autograph, I wouldn’t have had a reason to spank you, my dear.” He grinned at her, moving his arms and nodding at his tethering. “Now, why don’t you untie me, and we can get down to something much more satisfying than arguing about how we met.”
“Not so fast, buddy.”
“Kelly…” There was a plea there now, and a frown had appeared on his forehead.
“I figured the pain of a sustained erection might be a punishment in a league of its own.”
He stared at her, uncomprehending at first. Then his lips tightened. “You’re probably right, but aren’t you punishing yourself for the sake of punishing me? Don’t you want to come again, and again? I can make you, you know I can.”
Her sex clenched. She sighed audibly. “Oh, don’t worry so.” She stroked his cheek, cupping it, and savoring the feel of it in her hand. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She walked to the other side of the room where her underwear had landed. Pulling on her panties, she noticed his expression growing concerned.
“Where are you going? You’re not going to leave me here are you?” Again he yanked on the tethering, but the PVC bondage tape just stretched and held tight, and it was the bed itself that rattled.
Luckily she’d doubled up the tape. He was a big man to keep tied up with PVC. She couldn’t help laughing. He’d begun to look quite panicked. She dawdled back to him. “I have champagne on ice next-door, and I’m going to order us some snacks. I want to keep your strength up.”
“My strength is just fine, I’ve been building up reserves all week just thinking about you, now let me prove it.”
His words secretly thrilled her, but she waved her hand around the room. “I spent my holiday fund on buying your time and renting this suite. I’m going to enjoy every moment of it…at my own pace.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ll refund the fee, and I’ll pay for the suite too, just untie me.” He gazed at her longingly. “I want to get my hands on you and satisfy you properly.”
She smiled. “All in good time.”
As she left the bedroom, she patted the condoms in her robe pocket, and began humming the Mission Impossible theme to herself, happily.
From the bed, Tommy could see across the reception area and through the doorway into the sitting room. Watching her sauntering back and forth was not helping his growing sense of frustration. He was seriously considering the possibility that this kind of restraint and endurance test could drive him insane. He’d be a happy man with her sitting on his face all night, as long as he could fuck her afterwards. It was like an unfinished, mouthwatering meal. He’d had his appetizers, and could see the main course on the plate. He was starving but he couldn’t get to the damn thing.
She seemed to be taking great delight in wandering back and forth where he could see her, without acknowledging him. Earlier, when she’d strolled out of the bathroom looking like Modesty Blaise, his dick was up like a flagpole in an instant. Now he could hear her speaking on the phone, and it sounded like she was ordering food from room service.
Moments later, she walked across the hallway with an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne. She had a point about the suite. But when she untied him, he was going to screw her into the bed until she begged for mercy.
Before he had time to make any more plans along those lines, he heard a knock at the door and she walked out into reception, pulling a key from her robe pocket as she did, sparing him a smile as she passed.
He rolled his eyes, his ears pricking up as he heard a key in the door and voices. A moment later he saw her walk back into the sitting room. A uniformed member of staff followed with a food trolley, a man.
Shit. When the guy came back, he was almost certain to see him there. He tried to sit up on the bed, and then realized that made him even more noticeable. He could have torn himself free, but that wouldn’t be playing the game, would it? He pressed his lips shut in grim determination, flattening himself against the bed as best he could, his eyes narrowed as he watched the doorway.
You’ve done this on purpose, you vixen.
A minute later the man emerged and skirted the table in the entrance hall, jolting to a halt when he looked into the bedroom.
Tommy tried to shut his eyes, but something in his nature made him peek with one eye. The guy straightened his bow tie, and thankfully, left. Not before smirking to himself, though. The news about the poor sod tied to the bed in Room 323 would soon be all over the hotel.
A couple of minutes later Kelly came back in. she reached over him, as if to undo his ties, but paused to stroke his jaw line. As she did, her fingers brushed the underside of it.
Yet again, she had found his danger zone. He rolled his head from side to side, trapping her fingers against the pillow.
“What is it with you there?”
“It’s sensitive.”
Her eyes lit. “Oh right—it’s an erogenous spot?” She stroked it again, and then her gaze lowered to his groin. “Oh, that is something.” She gave a soft chuckle as his erection bounced high in response to her touch.
“Kelly, please. You are driving me mad here.” He could smell her perfume, mixed with the underlying aroma of her release, and he was desperate to be inside her. He wanted to let loose and screw her into the bed. If she didn’t actually untie him and let him act on it, insanity was a distinct possibility. “Please.”
“Oh, I do love to hear a man begging, but you’re just going to have to wait.” She threw a chastising glance in the direction of his erection.
That disapproving look, whether in fun or not, did strange things to him. He shut his eyes tightly for a moment, to ground himself.
“Look at the state of you. I’m going to have to make you more respectable for our après-sex canapés and champagne.”
He snorted. The idea of it, while he was in this state, was surreal.
“I’m going to untie you, but you better be good.” She unraveled his tethers, keeping them in her hand. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
He obliged, watching as she pulled his jeans back on, hauling them up to his knees. She nodded her head, indicating he get up.
He stood, watching as she twisted the strands of bondage tape together to make a lead.
“Versatile stuff,” he commented.
“I told you last week I could make you my slave.” She let the lead drop from her hand, and hauled his jeans up over his arse.
She knew he could escape. She was playing with him. Maybe she wanted him to break free. The idea pleased him. “Right now it feels as if you are my slave—I’ve never been dress
ed by a woman before.”
Humor flickered across her face. “You keep pushing the issue, don’t you? I bought your time, get used to it. Anyway, I’ve never dressed a man before, but don’t let it go to your head.” He could see the laughter in her expression, even though she was trying to hide it.
“I’m playing your game, madam, but I could have you over on your back in a minute.” He was hauling back his male urges to do just that, biding his time until he sensed it was what she really wanted.
“I know.” She didn’t bat an eyelid. “I’m the boss here. I just want to keep you as my slave for a little bit longer.”
You can have me for as long as you like. He knew better than to say it aloud, though, but the urge to do so was there.
She reached for his fly, easing his cock inside his jeans with effort. She chuckled. “Getting this back in here reminds me of Clayton. When you came into the dressing room that night, you caught him in a similar situation.”
He cringed, pushing the image out of his mind. “Oh, please, I’ll never be able to look either of them in the eye again.”
“Believe me, I was much more interested in you than the pair of them. I’d spotted you beforehand and admired your body.”
Something swelled inside him. “I wish I’d known that last week.”
She shrugged and fastened his shirt, slowly lingering over each button as if she was enjoying the task.
Mention of Clayton and Jay reminded him of Jennifer Sandringham and the setup. “Wait a minute. It was Jay who gave you my agent’s number. How in the hell did you get that out of him?”
“I shanghaied Clayton, kind of. He wasn’t too pleased at first, but I convinced him.”
She did the last button then lifted his lead, and twisted it to make it strong. “Come with me. Since you were such a good boy back there on the bed,”—she reached to kiss his mouth, fleetingly—“I’ll let you have some nibbles and champagne.”
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