When You Only Need To Ask (The House of Siin)

by Stephens, Hadleigh

  “Now?”

  And even though he has a firm grip on my nape and my wrists are restrained, I answer, “Free, Sir.”

  He draws his finger over my cheek and a relieved moan escapes my lips.

  “I’m proud of you, Angel.”

  My body lightens as if a weight has been lifted. Two simple words. Was that all it took? I was like a flower opening its petals to the bright morning sun. His praise means the world to me. Makes me feel whole. Lacking nothing. Just like I said, free.

  He lifts my head with his hand beneath my neck his fingers playing with the tiny hairs at my nape. His fingers sift through the softness of it and his lips touch mine. My body blossoms with desire. I push my tongue into his mouth desperately seeking his taste and unable to deny myself of his sweetness. He takes his time. He knows how to kiss, how to use his tongue and teeth to get a response from me. My body softens first, then my jaw, then my mouth, accepting that he’s going to be in control.

  “Suck my tongue into your mouth, Angel.”

  I’m only too happy to oblige. My tongue slips against his, teasing, dancing, sucking, tasting. And I want more, much more. I rub myself against him, my body yearning for the hard touch of his and I don’t care if I appear desperate. I am. I need him badly.

  He captures my chin with one strong hand, holding me still. “Now you will know exactly how you feel.” His voice rough. “I’ll make sure of it.” He claims my mouth again and I’m shocked by the sheer ferocity of my desire for him. He kisses me slowly, much more slowly than I want him to. He tortures me with the slow, languorous sweep of his tongue in my mouth, the soft little bites, the lifting and repositioning of his mouth over mine driving me crazy.

  “I want to touch you, Sir,” I manage shakily between kisses.

  “All you need to do is feel.” His hot hand sizzles against my skin as his fingers wander down my sides, over my hips and my entire mind focuses on the sensations of heat that flow from his hands. I feel the change in my body as it softens, flowing against his, my arousal gushing. I want him to push me. Take me to my limits. I need to know what they are. What I need to be entirely fulfilled. I need to know.

  His thick cock pulses against my hip as his hands continue to roam over my heated flesh, slowly sliding up my body to palm my breasts.

  I clear my throat. “You make me feel so hot.” My senses flood with a delicious cascade of taste and touch, of sounds and scent in the shadowy darkness. I have no choice but to feel. To savor. To examine all that’s happening to my body. “My body’s on fire.”

  He pins me in with his arms on either side of my body and my body’s flat against his. “I’m going to push you a little tonight, Angel.” His voice rough. The seductive tone slithers down my spine. He has the most seductive voice, making the things he says sound almost irresistible. “I’m going draw out everything you’ve got so you can’t hide behind it any longer.”

  My skin grows hotter and prickly, my stomach quivering at his words and more liquid rushes between my trembling thighs. I writhe beneath him trying to ease the throbbing ache between my legs but I don’t try to get away. I don’t want to get away.

  He places a hard kiss against my lips. “I don’t want to play games with you. I don’t want to do anything with you that you don’t want, but I want to give you everything you need. Do you need me to push you, Angel?” His voice turns low.

  My blood thickens, slowing as it meanders hotly through my veins. There’s intensity in his voice that quickly cuts off any doubts I might have. “Yes, Sir,” I answer on a low groan. “I need more, Sir.” My cheeks flame hot and I know they glow a deep, deep red. “I want more, Sir.”

  “I love the sound of that. I love it when you’re being completely honest. Even if it takes you time to figure it out. I love that you’re willing to work it out in your mind.” His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers slipping effortlessly through the abundant moisture collected there and my body stirs, undulating under his careful touch. “When you spoke of the flogger earlier your eyes dilated with desire. The idea turns you on, doesn’t it, Angel?”

  I wriggle against the sheets, my body itching, and I work at finding relief any way I can. His arms slide beneath my back and he jerks me up, plastering me against his chest. “Yes,” I force the words through my dry lips.

  “I’m going to hurt you so good, you’re going to beg me for more, Angel.”

  That silences me. My pussy performs a surprise somersault, an overwhelming warmth takes over between my legs. Reflexively I clamp my knees together, squirming, and his soft laughter tells me he didn’t miss the movement.

  His lips brush over mine, then settle in a hard kiss that relays his possession. His tongue thrust between my lips, swirling over my tongue, scooping saliva and painting my mouth with his flavor. And when he’s done, he pulls back.

  “I’ll be right back.” His voice deep and rough with pent-up arousal.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Be trustworthy and be trustful

  I listen intently to the sound of Cooper’s feet as they whisper across the bedroom floor. I wait in fearful anticipation of what’s to come next. My skin grows damp with perspiration as I concentrate on my breaths sawing loudly in my own ears in frantic inhales and exhales. My heart beats loudly, tension coils in my stomach, and my anxiety rises with each passing second.

  I hear his return and jump at the sound of him dropping what sounds like his big, black leather bag on the floor which only manages to ratchet up my anxiousness a few more notches. The mattress sinks as he sits on the edge and moves closer making my senses soar and my imagination takes over at what he might have in store for me.

  I’m overwhelmed by the heat of his masculine skin with its own, powerful scent and the hint of fear that skitters down my spine when I think of all the things he could do to me with the plethora of goodies he probably keeps in that black leather bag.

  My nipples pucker into tight painful points and my stomach contracts with nervous fluttering as I wait for what he’s got planned. My body’s strung so tight that I jump again when his hand barely brushes my forehead and pushes the hair off my face. He plays with a wayward curl wrapping it around his fingers, tugs, letting it slip through his fingers before wrapping it back up again. His tactile exploration sends additional shivers through me as the rough pads of his fingers brush against my cheek.

  His lips press hotly against my ear as he whispers the words, “Now that I thought about it, I believe I will bind your legs tonight.” His fingers trace the line of my jaw and delightful flitters race through me at the coarseness of his touch against my soft, smooth skin.

  My eyes fall closed beneath the blindfold and I breath in the scent of him, taking in the touch of him and not caring at that second what he does to me. His heat covers me when he leans over grasping my ankle in his large hand. His fingers overlap as they wrap around surrounding my ankle before attaching the cuff and hooking me to the footboard. I don’t make a move except for the ones that he manipulates himself. Even my breathing stops.

  “There are a few things we need to talk about before we really get started, Angel.” I sense him leaving the bed. He spreads my legs as wide as they can possibly go before securing the other ankle with a cuff and attaching it to the footboard.

  His hand caresses up the inside of my left leg stopping short of touching my wet, swollen flesh. “You remember your safe word?”

  “Nate.”

  Cooper chuckles. “Good girl.”

  I feel him near my head. The heat of his breath puffs over my lips as his mouth hovers over mine in a whisper of a touch.

  “How do you feel?” he asks against my lips, his touch gentle.

  I wet my lips in eagerness. I crane my neck to close the short distance between us attempting to put my mouth on his before he moves away. He swats my thigh and the sound, rather than the feel, surprises me, at first, because my hearing seems amplified ten times with the blindfold.

  “How do you feel,
Angel?”

  “Scared,” I answer weakly.

  He captures my shoulders and pushes me back against the pillow. His hard kiss turns seductive, beguiling. His tongue touches my tongue, sliding against mine, then he gentles, settling his mouth against mine. His kiss is a complete contradiction of him saying he’s gonna push me. He lifts, biting at my lips and uses his tongue to build my arousal even more. He palms my breast. “Do you want to walk on the edge with me, Angel?” His fingers toy with my nipple and it lengthens into a tighter peak.

  There’s a deep part of me that’s afraid. Afraid because I’ve built walls for years and never dug deep enough to truly know myself. Then there’s the part of me that’s immensely aroused. “Yes, Sir,” I answer even though there’s a part of me that’s still surrounded by fear. Every time I stumble across this feeling and it starts to surface in a dark swirl around me, he manages to chase it away.

  “It feels so good to be alone with you.” His fingers trace a fiery trail down my throat over my naked flesh until they rest in the vulnerable hollow where my pulse pounds erratically. He slips and slides over my chin, down my throat until he traces the peak of my breast with his tongue. He takes my ripe flesh firmly into his mouth, suckling the taut nipple. He licks, sucks, and nibbles and my body tightens. Flames get the better of my clit sending zings of pleasure across all my nerve endings as his tongue swirls around with a scorching sweetness that makes me cry out with a raw uncertain sound.

  Suddenly there’s an excruciatingly painful tug and my nipple is on fire. I gasp out a cry of pain and a tear rolls down my cheek. I buck against the mattress jerking against the restraints. “Dear Lord!”

  “You’re doing well, Angel.”

  Before my brain fully comprehends the intensity, he draws my other nipple into his mouth. Sucking hard and I groan as the pleasure of his mouth overtakes the pain of the first clamp. I wriggle my hips, arch my back, seeking even more as my body is consumed with fire. Then there’s another stab of pain as he places the second clamp over my nipple. The pain is on the brink of being unbearable when he backs off just a tad, just enough for me to take a quick inhale of breath. There’s a few more tugs before I feel a line of cool metal draped between my breasts and the pain transforms into throbbing waves.

  He swats the area where my thigh turns into my bottom. “How does that feel, Angel? And be one hundred percent truthful.”

  “You dang well know how it feels. It freakin’ hurts like the dickens!” I grit out, panting in time with the throbs of pain. “My nipples are on fire!”

  He swats my thigh again. “Angel.” It’s a warning. “Do you want me to stop?”

  For some reason that I’m unfortunately too far gone to analyze before opening my mouth, I reply, “Did I say the magic word?” I pant which gives me away. I know he’s testing me. Testing to see how strong I am. I want to be strong. I also want to push my boundaries. I want the bite of pain. I also want to please him. I want to be strong not only for myself, but for him.

  He gives me a sharp slap against my unprotected pussy and a keening breath hisses past my lips. “If you could only see how beautiful you look when you’re thinking things through.” His hand glides down my body and I sigh at the roughness of his skin against mine. I lay on my big, soft bed, a captive to one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met and smile as the heat of pain subsides into pleasurable pulsations. His hand delves into the V of my thighs and without warning, he pinches my clit.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, arching as his fingers touch me. I thrust against his hand for more. It’s torturous pleasure and the sweetest of pains just like he promised.

  “Angel?”

  “I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.” The pain fades to a dull throb and now there’s just an exquisite heat radiating from my nipples to my clit in soft waves.

  “Have you ever had anyone use a flogger on you before, darlin’?” he asks this at the same time I hear him take something from his bag.

  Fear clenches my body, but want overrides everything else. A need burns deep within me that I can’t quench on my own. The hints of what I can feel make me long for more.

  “I won’t do anything to hurt you, Angel.” His voice warms me. “Do you trust me to keep you safe?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I shift against the soft material of the flannel sheets on my bed and let out a blissful sigh right before the soft fingers of leather sashay over my skin in a sensual dance. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m letting you get used to the feel of the flogger against your skin,” he answers in a gruff voice. “This is a double Elk flogger without knotted ends. It’s soft with a sting but also has a nice thud to it.” He twirls the flogger over my belly creating soft wispy tingles.

  “I’ve played around with one at the store before.”

  “What did you do with it?” He lulls me into a comfortable zone as the soft leather skips almost playfully over my body and every muscle bunches anticipating the heat of pain, but it doesn’t come, only a soft pattering of leather against my skin. There’s nothing brutal about what he’s doing. It’s as if he’s making love to me with the thin strips that whisper softly over my flesh.

  “I f-f-flicked it around and on my leg when I was doing inventory,” I stammer softly. The movements of the flogger change to a soft roll over my skin and warmth begins to gather where it touches. I whimper, grasping for more.

  “Did you like the feel of it?” His voice is quietly demanding. “Did the idea of the sting arouse you?”

  My cheeks flame, but I answer. “It seemed so wicked,” I pant out the words. “I’m sure I was a little too timid flicking it against my own skin.” I smile, forcing myself to relax.

  He chuckles. “It is wicked.” He strokes the leather strands over my stomach and I sigh, arching my back, yearning for more.

  My hips flex when he slides two fingers easily into my soaked body pumping in and out as he works the flogger with the other. The soft dancing movements continue and his fingers work a slow rhythm that’s driving me mad. His wide thumb works slow, lazy circles around my clit until I fidget beneath his hard hand. My body vibrating roughly with need.

  “Don’t worry. I’m watching you babe. I can see everything that’s going through your mind.”

  The strands of the flogger sway lightly from the hollow at the base of my throat to down between my clamped breasts. I squeak as his knuckles barely graze over my ultra-sensitive peaks as he continues down to my spread pussy. The flicks change mimicking the pattering of hot raindrops drizzling down on my tender folds making my hips jerk as the rhythms speeds up faster and faster and harder and harder.

  “Breathe.”

  I breathe in and out slowly, deliberately, concentrating on the feel of the leather. Concentrating on the pain and how it intensifies and changes to something else.

  Then the leather moves. He slowly taps me on the bottoms of my feet, up the insides of each thigh, over my belly, and I nearly jump out of my skin as the flogger lands softly over my clamped nipples.

  I let out a squeal of pain that quickly turns into whimpers of pleasure. I drift in and out of reality and fantasy as my pussy clasps his fingers tightly with its tiny pulsing muscles.

  “You like that, don’t you, Angel.” And he does it again and I cry out in a high-pitched squeal, my back arching off the mattress.

  The flogger hits my flesh in rhythmic thuds that grow in intensity until a fine sheen of sweat slicks over my body and I beg. Beg for more of the same torture. My hips shifting impatiently for more. “Please,” I plead in a breathless whisper, moaning. My head thrashes back and forth against the mattress, my arms jerking against the restraints. My tongue flicks out to wet my lips, now dry from breathing too much and too fast.

  “Please what, Angel?” With an expert flick of his wrist, the flogger lands squarely on my clit and I yelp as my body convulses around him. “Please stop, or please make you come?”

  I pant and arch, seeking more when he stops suddenly an
d I sob when he pulls his hand from me. “Please make me come, Sir.” I can’t control the pleas that come out of my mouth. “Please, Sir. Please, Cowboy.”

  A second later, he climbs up on the bed and I hear the crinkle of paper. Then he taps my clit again and I yelp out at the exquisite agony. My body bounces and bucks against the mattress as the pain intensifies the pleasure to unbearable levels with each flick of his wrist. At the same time, he tugs rhythmically at the chain between my breasts and I grow desperate as the tension mounts. Never been more desperate in my life.

  “Let me touch you, Sir,” I breathe heavily as the words push out. I jerk at the restraints, bucking. “Please.” I strain, undulating against the mattress, begging even more.

  He leans in and places a kiss on my lips. He resumes the blows up and down my belly returning to my pussy where the tails thud over my burning flesh in a steady rhythm until I can’t hold back any longer. My body tightens, my back bows, and I moan in the back of my throat.

  Cooper whispers, “This will only hurt for a moment.” His hand cradles my left breast and the pain I feel is of a magnitude I can’t fathom every having felt before today and he immediately covers my nipple with the heat of his mouth sucking it deep. The pain lessens to sharp twitches of ecstasy. I mewl low in my throat and just as quickly he removes the second, sucking until the pain recedes to a bearable level. My body quivers, ready to fly apart as his lips capture mine. He angles his bruising lips as he fills my mouth with his tongue. His widespread assault encompasses my mouth as he probes deeply.

  “Sir?” I mumble into his mouth as the strands of leather strum my body into a tight bow. My lips part and I beg some more or at least I think I’m begging. The words spewing from my mouth in soft whispers sound like gibberish to my ears. My body grows feverish to the point of spontaneous combustion and just when I feel as if my body is going to detonate in an explosive orgasm, the predictability of the flogger changes to unpredictable taps in almost indiscriminate intervals. My juices flowing until they spill from my body, drenching my thighs in a musky scent that pervades the bedroom and all I hear him say is, “Angel.” With the sound of my name on his lips, my body tightens and uncontrollable tremors shake me as my orgasm explodes in a sea of light. Heat rages beneath my skin, exhilaration infuses my soul, and I can’t catch my breath.