Outback Master

by Lexxie Couper

  He paused, obviously waiting for something.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, looking around.

  “When I give you an order, Amy, the proper response is ‘Yes Sir’.”

  “Oh yeah. Right. Got it.” She pasted on a look of innocence, knowing her reply would annoy him.

  “You don’t mess around, do you? Change of plans. Since you want to play the naughty girl, we’ll start with a punishment.”

  As he spoke, he lifted her. She wasn’t exactly a small woman. She liked her vegemite on toast as much as the next girl. Withholding that treat or counting calories wasn’t something she was willing to do. Regardless of the extra pounds, her handsome Sir picked her up as if she were stuffed with feathers, putting her on her stomach with ease.

  “Lift your ass.”

  “Excuse me?” She twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder.

  “Wrong answer. Again.” He gripped her hips none too gently, raising her. Then he forced her to bend her legs, resting her weight on her knees. The new position left her very exposed. And wet.

  She didn’t have time to consider what that meant before his hand struck her arse. It took her off-guard and it fucking hurt.

  She started to rise, but he placed a strong hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her face against the pillow.

  “Don’t move.”

  “I’ll bloody well do whatever I want,” she said as his hand landed against her sensitive flesh once more.

  “No. You won’t,” he said as he struck her twice more. She continued to struggle, but the man was strong as a horse. Amy’s arse was sore from his spanking, however, she couldn’t help but notice the heat was morphing into something infinitely less painful. She stopped resisting the blows. Her sudden capitulation caused him to cease striking her for just a moment. Then he picked up his rhythm again—his hand landing in different places along her buttocks and upper thighs. No slap was the same.

  Amy started squirming again, but this time, she wasn’t seeking escape. She was looking for relief.

  He must have recognized her need. Gripping one knee, he pulled her legs apart then ran his fingers along her damp slit. She heard him release a long breath, a whispered “oh yeah” mingling with the air.

  She gasped when he pressed two fingers inside her pussy. His actions were quick and forceful. After so many years with lovers who were too careful, too gentle, his rough claiming felt like a homecoming, only she was returning to a home she’d never seen.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  He took her at her word, adding another finger, increasing his pace. Amy’s fingers clenched the pillow beneath her head as she lifted her hips, shoving them against his delicious thrusts. He was fucking her into oblivion with no more than a spanking and his fingers. Bloody hell. Had she seriously considered refusing this gift?

  Gray spots formed behind her closed eyelids. She was going to come. Her body stiffened in preparation, but he retreated seconds before she could close the deal.

  “What the hell?” Impulse overrode common sense as Amy turned, ready to demand her due. “Don’t stop.”

  His arms were folded. “Still trying to give the orders?”

  “Fine,” she shrugged, wishing her voice didn’t sound so shaky. “I don’t need you to get what I want.”

  After too many months of abstinence, she’d become an expert at finding her own pleasure. She reached for her pussy.

  Strong hands grasped her wrists before she hit her target. “Wrong. You do.”

  Amy tried to free herself from his grip, but he was relentless. Within seconds, she was on her back, bound in the restraints once more. Her handsome stranger, still fully dressed, straddled her legs, completing the effect.

  Why does it feel so good being trapped beneath him?

  Because you’re not exactly small and girly, but he makes you feel that way. That’s why.

  “Had your fun?” he asked.

  “Not yet.”

  He grinned. “You’re a shitty submissive.”

  “No, I’m not. You strike me as the type of man who works hard for what he wants. Where’s the challenge if I just lay down?”

  He tilted his head. “Christ.” His brows creased. “You’re right.”

  She lifted her eyebrows, surprised he’d admit such a thing. Marc and Keith told her she was too independent and outspoken for her own good. More than once, they’d referred to her as a pushy cow.

  “I am?”

  He nodded slowly. “Fight me all you want, Amy. Just be warned, I’ll still win.”

  She yanked against his restraints, finding them too tight and definitely unbreakable. Yep. He was going to win.

  But the best part? She was too.

  He left the bed. Amy sucked in some much-needed air, curious as to what he would do next. He’d painted some naughty pictures in her mind with his talk of nipple clamps and vibrators.

  She glanced around the room wondering where he’d hidden his bag of tricks. Had he stowed it in the house prior to her arrival or carried it in with him tonight? Given the fact the restraints had already been attached to the bedframe, she suspected he’d set the scene earlier.

  Reaching for the buttons on his shirt, he slowly slipped each one from its hole. He knew she’d been on the verge of an orgasm. He obviously intended to punish her for her outspokenness by leaving her in need.

  Arsehole.

  God, he’s hot.

  At some point, he’d parted the curtains. Thankfully, the full moon was providing plenty of light for his sexy striptease. Once he shrugged off his shirt, he started on the fastening to his pants.

  No wonder he’d been able to pose her like a bloody Barbie doll. He was built. His arms were muscular and she’d take his six-pack over a half dozen ice-cold Toohey’s Dry any day.

  She licked her lips when he shoved his trousers down. Either he’d tugged the underwear off with the rough cotton or he went commando.

  Either way, she didn’t care.

  Holy. Fuck.

  The brief touches of his covered cock had teased her since she’d agreed to this adventure, but the too-quick rubs hadn’t really clued her in to what he was hiding beneath his pants.

  He didn’t return to the bed immediately. Instead, he let her look her fill like a man who was perfectly comfortable in his own skin. She was no stranger to cocky, self-confident men. Australia seemed to raise that breed in abundance, Marc and Keith leading the pack.

  Unfortunately, she’d never managed to attract that type back home.

  No. Scratch that. Attraction wasn’t part of it. Her list of dating prospects was lacking because Blue and Thomo had the annoying tendency of warning away men they didn’t think worthy of her. That practice ticked her off most of the time, but she couldn’t help noticing none of the men ever stuck around to fight for a date with her. And that pissed her off even more.

  Something told her that her best mates wouldn’t intimidate this man.

  He reached for his hard, thick cock and slowly stroked it, his gaze never leaving hers. Her fingers itched for a touch and her mouth watered for a taste.

  Bending forward, he dug around under the bed for something.

  Ah, so that was where he’d stashed his bag of tricks.

  Her mind whirled with curiosity, wondering what wonderful sexual torment he was plotting. She was disappointed when he came up with nothing more than a scarf.

  “I’m already tied up. Doesn’t that seem a bit redundant?”

  He chuckled, but didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted the silk to her eyes.

  Oh shit.

  Her heart had only just stopped racing. Now it kick-started back to life, pounding almost painfully as he tied the scarf in place. He knew his stuff. He’d managed to plunge her into complete darkness.

  Losing the use of her hands had been equal parts frightening and titillating, however, losing her sight was downright terrifying. And exhilarating.

  “What are you going to do?”

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p; His hand touched her throat and she jerked at the unexpected caress.

  “Shh,” he soothed. “Calm down, Amy. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “Yeah right. And then you spanked my arse. It’s still on fire, by the way.”

  Her words seemed to remind him of his earlier actions. His fingers drifted along her side, not stopping until they reached her hip.

  When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheek. When had he leaned so close? “You like the fire and the pain. Those hurts don’t count.”

  She wanted to ask him what qualified if that didn’t, but deep inside, she already knew the answer. “Tell me your name.” It bothered her that she didn’t know. He’d told her to call him Sir, but she wanted more of him than that. Maybe the original fantasy had been sex with a stranger, but somewhere along the course of the evening, it had changed. Now she only wanted sex with him.

  “You know my name.”

  She wanted to push the issue, but he was right. Harper had designed this night according to her desires. It would be wrong to change the game now.

  “Fine. I want you to touch me.” She hesitated for only a second before adding, “Sir.”

  “Very nice. I think that deserves a reward.”

  A reward sounded wonderful. Hell, given how hot her punishment had left her, she felt optimistic this was going to be good.

  When his lips latched to her nipple, sucking gently, she sighed. She was right. This was very good. Soon, he increased the suction until she cried out. Then he turned his attention to her other nipple, repeating the process.

  Amy squeezed her legs together, the pressure in her pussy building until it was almost painful. She’d been too close before. Her body hadn’t forgotten, or forgiven him for pulling up short.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Too soon. We haven’t pushed any of those limits yet.”

  “I don’t care. I need more.”

  He returned to her nipple, but this time it wasn’t his lips that issued the sexy pain, it was his teeth. He nipped at her distended flesh as she groaned and tugged against the restraints. She suddenly missed the use of her hands. She wanted to press his lips and teeth against her breasts and force him to do her bidding. Then she’d push him lower, demanding he use that sexy mouth where it would do the most good.

  Unfortunately, he’d left no doubt he was in control. He’d guide the play and, regardless of her wishes, she’d get what he gave her and no more.

  Worst part was acknowledging it was that fact that was making her so freaking hot. She was powerless and reveling in it.

  He left the bed and the sound that escaped her lips couldn’t be called anything other than a whimper. Jesus. Who was she tonight?

  “I’m coming right back.”

  Again, she heard rustling under the bed. As the mattress sank under his weight, his lips found their way to her breasts again. He certainly didn’t believe in skimping on foreplay.

  Her nipples were so hard, they could cut glass.

  “This will pinch.”

  She started to ask what he meant, but before she could form the question, he put something on her right nipple.

  She yelped at the unexpected pain. Pinch was an understatement.

  “Bloody hell.”

  “It’s a nipple clamp.”

  She considered adding the wicked clamp to her list of Not Bloody Likely, but—like the spanking—once the initial sting faded, the pain changed to something better. At least it did until he placed a clamp on her other nipple.

  She released a pained moan, her eyelids scrunching beneath the blindfold. “God.”

  He didn’t remove the clamps despite her comments, and she realized she hadn’t said the safe word. He wouldn’t acknowledge her complaints or cries until she uttered Oz. That realization was comforting. She wouldn’t have to shield her initial reactions or pretend for fear he’d stop.

  As the pain in the second nipple eased, his attention seemed to drift lower.

  “Open your legs, Amy.”

  She’d pressed them together so tightly, she feared they’d cramp up. “I can’t. Hurts. Horny.”

  Again, he ignored her protest. He gripped her knees and pulled them apart. “Leave them open or I’ll tie your ankles to the bedposts as well.”

  There are more restraints on the bed?

  She forced air in and out in an attempt to calm down. Her body was on system overload. At this point, he only need blow in her ear and she was in danger of going off like a frog in a sock.

  The mattress shifted again under his weight. She felt him settle between her outstretched legs. She’d never considered herself a religious woman, but that didn’t stop her from praising any and every higher being known to humans.

  He nipped at her clit with those wicked teeth of his. Amy squealed with surprise…and delight. When his tongue trailed along her slit, she knew she’d died and gone to heaven. God bless Chicago.

  Her fantasy lover read her far too well and he used that knowledge against her. With his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers, he drove her to the edge of an orgasm, over and over again. Every time, he stopped just before she could find release.

  “You bloody bastard,” she screamed when he pulled away for the fifth time. Her wrists were sore from fighting against the restraints. She didn’t want her freedom as much as she wanted to beat the hell out of him.

  “Sweet talking will get you nowhere.”

  “Fuck me. Now. I mean it.”

  He chuckled. “Ask me nicely.”

  Sweat trickled from her brow along her hairline.

  “You do realize I’m going to kill you the second you take these straps off my wrists.”

  Clearly he was undeterred. He gripped her breast and told her to hold her breath. She opened her mouth to ask why, but just then, he released the clamp.

  She screamed as the sensation of needles piercing flesh assailed her. Tears formed in her eyes but the blindfold quickly absorbed the moisture.

  He soothed the pain away with soft kisses, his tongue caressing the wounded tip. Her head was dazed, her body overwhelmed by his continual sensual assaults. She’d never realized pain, when paired with pleasure, could be such a heady aphrodisiac. She wanted more.

  “Ready for the second?”

  She nodded slowly, preparing herself for the onslaught. While the removal of the second clamp was just as painful, she was able to tolerate it better, her body anticipating its delicious reward. He didn’t disappoint her as he eased the pain with his talented mouth.

  Once the sweet agony passed, he removed the blindfold. She struggled to adjust to the bright moonlight. Then he unfastened the restraints around her wrists. She lowered her arms slowly, gaze never leaving his face as she tried to anticipate his next move.

  Laugh lines formed around his eyes. “If you’re still planning to kill me, do it now. Otherwise, roll over and lift your ass in the air again.”

  She didn’t even feign annoyance. She was too far gone, putty in his hands. She twisted beneath him, anxious for more. She started when his hands touched her sore arse, expecting him to spank her for her threats.

  Instead, he bent lower and placed a kiss on one of her buttocks. “Your ass is gorgeous.”

  She laughed until he pressed her legs apart and ran his hand along her slit once more. His fingers lingered around her anus and she bit her lip. That was uncharted territory for her, though it wasn’t due to a lack of interest on her part. She’d had one somewhat serious boyfriend in her life, Kyle, and he’d considered “backdoor” activities disgusting.

  Marc and Keith had laughed their arses off when she’d shared that tidbit with them one night after too many shots of Bundy. Then they’d told her to dump the uptight dickhead. She’d scoffed at their suggestion, but the next day, hungover from the rum, she’d followed their advice and broken things off. Since then, she’d lived a life more celibate than a nun’s, wondering at least a million times a day if boring, vanilla sex with Kyle was preferable to no se
x at all. She decided against Kyle every time.

  Her sexy stranger wiggled his finger against her tight opening, bringing her thoughts back to the present. “You said yes as long as we use lots of lube.”

  When they’d discussed limits, she’d thought he was just jerking her chain a bit, trying to get a rise out of her and having some fun at her expense. Apparently not. So far, he’d made good on the spanking, the nipple clamps and the bondage. She wasn’t sure how much more her overwrought body could take.

  “Um. Crap. Oz. Just for a second. Oz.”

  He leaned back on his haunches as she sat up to face him. His face was more understanding than she’d expected. Truthfully, she was afraid he’d be angry with her.

  “Sorry,” she said softly.

  He grasped her hand. “Not a problem, Amy. I warned you before we started, you make me want more. I shouldn’t have pushed you so hard.”

  “It’s not that. Bloody hell. Tonight’s ranking up there as my single greatest sexual experience and I haven’t even come yet.”

  He laughed. “What’s wrong with the men in Australia?”

  “Nothing. I mean, they’re okay blokes.”

  “I love your accent.”

  She shrugged. “It’s alright.”

  He shifted, sitting as he tugged on her hand, dragging her closer until she was straddling his thighs. His erect cock rested tightly against the seam of her pussy.

  Helllloooo, Mr. Wiggly.

  She resisted the urge to giggle nervously. The nickname came from one of the more precocious tots amongst her year one kids, Nige. She’d lost count of how many times she’d put him in time-out for pulling out his own Mr. Wiggly and showing it to the girls.

  She blushed again.

  Wow. Really? You’re sitting on the hardest, most amazing cock you’ve ever seen and you’re thinking about work? Wonder why you’re not getting laid on a regular basis, Amy?

  “You okay?” He shifted slightly and his hard-on brushed against her clit.

  “Oh yeah.” Her quick, breathless response pleased him.

  “Good.” He pressed her back against the mattress, covering her with his body. He was big…everywhere. Kyle had been slight, only about an inch taller than her. Apart from him and a couple unmemorable one-night stands prior to him, it was safe to say she’d never been with such a large man. She liked it.