by Talia Hunter
Slowly she drew out a pair of leather handcuffs and dangled them in front of him. Her mouth made a mock ‘o’ of surprise, and his heart sped up.
Was he ready for this? A few days ago he’d have sworn there’d be no way he’d let anyone handcuff him. The thought of being helpless and fully dependent on the whims of somebody else was terrifying. Except her. When he looked into her eyes , he saw laughter, anticipation, and arousal in equal parts. She had that deep-lidded look that told him she was turned on.
Take off your T-shirt,” she ordered. “Then put your hands above your head.”
He found himself obeying in spite of his nervousness. She knelt on the bed and attached one cuff around his closest wrist, drawing it tight. When she leaned over his face, her breasts came tantalizingly close to his mouth. He could push the suit aside with his teeth and release her nipple…
The thought cut off when she pulled his arm against the struts of the wooden headboard and threaded the chain through. How could his heart be thumping so fast while he was this turned on? Not even the gorgeous sight of her suit shifting to liberate a little more of her breasts could distract him from the fact that she was securing the cuff around his other wrist.
She sat back on the bed and smiled down at him. He was trapped. She could do anything she wanted and he wouldn’t be able to stop her.
He tested his wrists against the handcuffs. Behind the thin lining of fur was stiff leather. Shit, he really couldn’t move. Ever since he’d been trapped in a closet when he was a boy, he’d been claustrophobic, and having his wrists secured was starting to feel as bad as being shut in a tight space. “Ally, this isn’t a good idea.”
“I’m Cora,” she corrected.
“Let me go.”
“Shhh.” She fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, and eased them over his erection. In spite of his unease, he lifted his butt to let her pull them off. He was wearing boxers underneath, and she left them on. His cock strained at the front of them, responding to the soft kisses she brushed across his chest. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Her mouth felt good on his skin, and even though he was nervous, he was still hard.
She got up off the bed. Where was she going? She wouldn’t leave him like this, would she? He flashed back to the sickening fear he’d felt shut in the closet, and his breathing got shallow. He lifted his head and barked, “Ally, let me go. Now.”
It was as though he hadn’t spoken. She picked up the bag and rummaged around in it, then pulled out a silk blindfold.
Max concentrated on controlling his breathing to stop himself from panicking while Ally fastened the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. He strained to see though the cloth, but he couldn’t make out even the faintest hint of candlelight. His arousal died and his stomach churned. Where was Ally? What was she doing? The bag rustled again.
“Let me go,” he growled. “I don’t like this.”
“Why not?” Her voice was closer than he expected. She ran one finger over his chest and down to his stomach. She stopped at his scar and traced its edges gently. Could she somehow know it was part of the reason he hated to be out of control?
He swallowed hard but didn’t reply. Damn cuffs. Tugging them met such firm resistance, there was no chance he could get his hands free.
“Shhh,” she murmured. “Let go, Thomas. Trust me.” Her touch stroked back up to his chest and this time she caressed his nipples. With the blindfold cutting out sight, every touch was a surprise. He shivered and his muscles jumped at the soft brush of a strange texture across his stomach. It felt nice. Tickly. It was her hair — she was letting the tips stroke across him.
His cock twitched and hardened.
He still didn’t like the fact that his hands were fastened to the bed and he couldn’t see, but hell, it wasn’t all bad. Her hands felt good on his body, caressing his thighs while she brushed her hair over him. Then the warmth of her mouth was on his nipple. She sucked it between her teeth, then bit gently.
Max groaned, then pressed his lips together. He didn’t want to enjoy this. He wanted to be the one using his hands on her, not the one trussed up and helpless on the bed. But when she licked to his belly button, his cock got harder. He wanted her to lick all the way down, to take him in her mouth, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
Her lips stilled on his stomach. “How did you get this?” she asked, tracing across the line of scar tissue that fortunately ran across the tight valley formed by his abdominal muscle, so it hardly ever showed up in photos.
“I don’t remember,” he lied. For a moment he was afraid she’d push him for a real answer, but instead she went back to giving him gentle kisses on his stomach, teasing him with her mouth and flicking her tongue against him. It turned him on so much his cock was starting to throb. He felt like any moment he’d rip his boxers apart.
“Lower,” he groaned.
Her mouth stilled. “Bad boy, Thomas,” she murmured. “You don’t give the orders, I do.” She lifted her face away from him and he shivered, missing the warmth of her breath against his skin. “How will I punish you for being so disobedient?” she mused.
He knew how he wanted her to punish him — by undoing the handcuffs and letting him throw her on the bed and slide inside her. But instead he lay still and listened to her get off the bed. “Where are you going?” he demanded roughly. His heart raced again. She wouldn’t leave him like this?
“I’ll just be a moment.”
Hell, he could hear her heels click on the floor. Was she headed for the bedroom door? “Ally, don’t you dare go anywhere,” he growled. “Damn you, don’t leave me stuck here.”
“One moment,” she said again, her voice firm. “I’m getting something.”
“I’m warning you, Ally.” He yanked on the cuffs again, trying to get free. No chance of squeezing his hands out, they were too tight. Could he break the headboard and get loose that way?
“I’m coming back.” Sure enough, her heels were clacking back across the wooden floor.
He breathed out hard, trying to calm his panic. He didn’t like this one bit.
The bed moved with her weight and he felt her against his side. Then her warm fingers were stroking his face, soothing him. “You’re okay,” she murmured. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
He felt the warmth of her lips kissing up the side of his neck. When she reached his ear, she nibbled the sensitive part of his earlobe. His passion had flagged with his panic, but now it was back. He was on a knife-edge, teetering between being turned on, and hating this awful feeling of helplessness.
“What were you doing?” It came out more of an accusation than a question.
“You’ll see.” There was laughter in her voice, and it was that more than anything that helped the tension release from his muscles. He trusted her. At least, he was pretty sure if she was able to laugh like that it meant she wasn’t planning anything bad. Well, he hoped not anyway.
# # #
Ally feathered light kisses all over Max’s body until he was fully hard again, his cock pushing insistently against the fabric of his boxers. She was trying to make it good for him, but he was burning hot and cold. As long as she didn’t leave him alone for a moment, it was obvious he was turned on. When she turned her back, he started to struggle. Thank goodness Geena’s handcuffs weren’t metal, or he might have hurt his wrists by now.
She eased away to pick up the bottle of massage oil she’d put on the dresser next to the bowl of ice cubes she’d grabbed from the freezer. According to the label, the massage oil was edible, and when she’d first read it she’d wondered why. Now it made perfect sense.
She squirted a handful of oil into her palm, rubbed her hands together to warm it, and then smoothed it on his chest. It smelled delicious, like toasted coconut.
Mmm. It was nice to have the freedom to gaze at his gorgeous body without feeling self-conscious. It turned her on to run her fingernails across his rippled abs, to trace
the sexy V of muscle running to his groin. Max was utterly in her power, and the knowledge was intoxicating. She loved the way he responded to her touch. She worked more oil on his skin, progressing down his stomach. While her hands worked, she licked and nibbled his chest, first sucking on a nipple, then biting it, then soothing it with kisses. Max groaned and panted with lust and frustration.
Finally she reached his boxers, with his cock straining at the front of them like a racehorse muscling the starting gate. She had to stretch the elastic to get them over his shaft, then she eased them down teasingly, inch by inch, while he lifted his buttocks to encourage her, his cock jutting forcefully. Once they were off, she dribbled the warm oil over him, and he groaned and squirmed beneath her.
She stopped what she was doing to move back up his body. “Bad boy,” she murmured into his ear, nipping his earlobe hard with her teeth to accentuate her scolding. “Don’t move so much, or you won’t get what you want.”
His body went rigid at once, and she smiled to herself. He was more than ready for her. The skin of his magnificent shaft was stretched tight. The only part of him that moved now was its involuntary twitching, which she could easily forgive. Yum. He was even more beautiful naked than with clothes on. And he was all hers.
She slicked the massage oil over his shaft, so he was evenly covered. Then she licked the oil off with long, hard strokes of her tongue.
“Ally,” he groaned. “Ally… I’m going to…”
“Shhh,” she whispered, letting go and pulling away from him. She’d bring him to the brink, but she wouldn’t let him come. Not until she’d finished having her fun, and that wouldn’t be for a long time yet. She reached for the feather tickler. A candle flickered next to it. Maybe she’d get brave enough later to try the hot wax and see if a little pain enhanced his pleasure. Oh yeah, there was lots of fun to come. She was going to enjoy making him beg her for an orgasm.
# # #
Max clenched his jaw against the freezing sensation of an ice cube skating over his thighs. He’d been teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long, all he could think about was how swollen he was. He groaned through gritted teeth, trying to control his urgent throbbing need to release the unbearable pressure in his balls. They’d been on the point of bursting for hours. If Ally brushed one finger over them, he was going to come so hard he’d make a mess on the ceiling.
With his eyes covered, his skin was hypersensitive and every new sensation made him jump. The ice cube she was rubbing on him didn’t just feel cold, it felt like a blast from Antarctica. And the hot wax… he grimaced. That had been agony.
But even through the pain, it had made him want to come. Shit, everything she did to him made him want to come. She was too damn good at this, making him forget how vulnerable he was tied up and blindfolded, forcing him to lose himself in a shifting kaleidoscope of sensation. Sometime in the couple of hours his fear of being restrained had vanished, swept away by lust. He could only hope it was gone for good and he could stop dreading the scene he’d have to shoot for the movie where Thomas was tied to a bed. Hell, after this experience, being fastened to the bed would probably make him instantly horny.
Her hair tickled the side of his face, and her warm breath ghosted across his ear. “Are you ready to pleasure me now, Thomas?”
“Yes.” His voice was hoarse. “Shit, yes.”
“Promise me you’ll hold on and not come until I do.”
He took a breath. Could he do it? “Yes, Mistress.” He’d damn well hold on or die trying.
He felt her get off the bed, then heard her outfit unzip. A moment later she straddled his hips. It felt like she was naked. She pressed herself against his straining, aching cock and her heat felt almost unbearably good. Shit, shit, shit. He clamped his teeth together so hard he’d probably need dental work.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice deep with lust. She was sopping wet. She rubbed herself against his cock, sliding her wet sex along his length without letting him slip into her. Fuck, she felt incredible.
He bit his tongue to control himself while she ground her clit against his hardness, panting with pleasure. It felt so good, and at the same time excruciating to feel her hot opening so close and not be inside her.
At last she pulled away from him and he felt a condom unroll over his length. Then she slid onto his cock and drove him in deep, letting out a little cry when he filled her.
“Fuck!” The word exploded through his gritted teeth. He couldn’t hold on, not when she was driving herself up and down, sliding him in and out of her tight, wet center. All he wanted was to tear off the blindfold and drink in the sight of Ally riding him. In the blackness all he had to concentrate on was the fight to hold on, to wait until she reached her climax before he’d allow himself the release he craved.
Her fingernails dug into his chest. She drew herself up and down, her breath panting out with small cries that told him she was already close to peaking. If only his hands were free so he could play with her nipples and brush his finger across her sopping clit, he could make her climax in an instant. But all he could do was hang on to his last scrap of control while she took her pleasure on his aching shaft, using his hard cock to bring herself to orgasm.
Finally, oh god, finally, her cries rose in volume and intensity. She drove herself over the edge, and let out a long wail of pure ecstasy. Her orgasm rocked her entire body. She spasmed around him and he lost it completely, coming in great crashing waves that swept him away, tumbling him into an intensity beyond anything he’d ever felt. It seemed like forever before the waves finally receded, leaving him gasping and limp.
He was only dimly aware of Ally releasing him from the handcuffs and pulling off his blindfold. She tucked herself into him and he pulled her close, his arms tight around her. He couldn’t speak, wasn’t sure his voice would work. He was utterly drained. All he could manage was to kiss her damp forehead and smooth the wild tendrils of her hair. He’d never imagined his release could be so profound. He felt utterly raw and vulnerable, as though she’d peeled away his hard outer coating to reveal his true self.
She was breathing hard. “Are you okay?” she murmured.
It took him a moment to find words. “I’ve never orgasmed like that before.”
He couldn’t see her face, it was underneath his chin, but he could tell she smiled. “Me neither.”
He squeezed her a little tighter, but the thought flashed into his mind that she’d said something similar when he’d made love to her last night. Maybe it was her standard line and she told all her clients that she came harder with them than any of the others.
No, he couldn’t believe it. The experience had been special for him, and he didn’t care if he was a fool, he wanted to believe it had been extraordinary for her too.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” he whispered.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
It wasn’t funny, but they chuckled together like they were thinking the same thing. And he was thinking how great he felt. Coming so intensely had been incredible enough, but now a sensation of blissful relaxation was sweeping over him. He felt so euphoric he couldn’t help smiling. She gently stroked his chest, and the light brush of her fingers felt incredible. He wouldn’t be able to force himself out of bed right now if his life depended on it. If the room suddenly caught fire, he’d probably still be smiling when he started to smolder.
He kissed her forehead again before he remembered she’d forbidden him to touch her without permission. She wasn’t protesting though, and dominatrix or not, he couldn’t help being tender with her. She’d practically taken him apart and put him back together. He’d never in a million years have thought he could enjoy being tied up and blindfolded. Hell, maybe he was ruined for life, and would never want sex any other way.
One of her fingers lazily circled his nipple. “I thought you weren’t going to enjoy it at all, at first.” The finger stilled. “Tell me why you freaked out?”
He wante
d to tell her. After all, she’d already ripped him wide open, so why not share his darkest secrets too? But after the so-called therapy sessions he’d been forced to suffer through, he’d never considered telling anyone what had happened on that terrible day. In fact, he’d used up so much energy trying not to think about it, it had damn near drained him. Maybe it was time to drag it all out into the light.
What if she reacted badly? The last thing he wanted was for her to feel sorry for him. On the other hand, he was feeling far too good to refuse her anything she asked.
“First tell me something personal about you.” He was stalling, but he needed more time to decide whether telling her was a good idea. Besides, he wanted to know more about her. A lot more. In fact, now that he thought about it, he had a million questions, all about how she got to be the person she was now, and how a smart, funny, sexy, goddam gorgeous woman had become a dominatrix. Not that he wanted to get judgy about her career choice, but, well, she could have done just about anything.
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
“You mentioned a guy who did you wrong? One of your clients?” He instantly regretted the question. The last thing he wanted to hear about was any of the other men she’d been with, especially when he was feeling so good. But maybe that was exactly why he’d asked. Like probing an open wound, he couldn’t stop reminding himself that he probably wasn’t the only one of her clients who got to enjoy her beautiful body.
“No. This was… before I worked as a dominatrix. Barry was his name. He played the guitar and sang sometimes at a bar down the road, and I thought he was cool.”
Max’s jaw clenched. Good-bye amazing postcoital buzz. It was insane to react to that information by getting uptight, especially when he was the one who’d asked her about the bastard, but he couldn’t help it.
“So I moved in with Barry, and even at the beginning there were warning signs. I told myself it was because he was under pressure at work that he had these… moments of nastiness. Then he got offered a job in London, and I thought he’d be happier there, so problem solved. I should never have gone with him. I had a job I liked, and a life of my own. But he insisted.”
