by Zara Chase
Oh, he’d implied that they would play together until she left at the end of her week, but what if she disappointed him? She wasn’t really sophisticated enough to satisfy a man of his exotic tastes, even if she had expressed a willingness to experiment. Don’t think that way. She tried not to dwell upon Ward’s warning. That was what he’d intended it to be when he’d pointed out that they only had a few days before she left. He was telling her not to get her hopes up. This was a holiday fling—nothing more. Well of course it was!
Ward abruptly broke the kiss.
“You taste sweeter than vintage wine,” he said softly, guiding her to the bed. “Lie on your back, darlin’, and raise your arms above your head. I’m gonna tie them to the headboard, then I’m gonna drink from your pussy.”
He’s going to what?
In a daze she lay down and allowed her hands to be shackled to the bedhead with what appeared to be fluffy restraints.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you, Sir.”
“That’s good. Now don’t move a muscle and let me get to know that gorgeous body of yours.”
He started with one of her ears, sucking the lobe into his mouth and making her already sensitized body sizzle. He pushed her hair aside and trailed a line of damp kisses down her neck, pausing at the hollow at its base where the pulse was beating wildly, sucking and nipping playfully. Already Tanya felt close to orgasm. There was no mistaking the surging frisson that swamped her senses. Ward raised his head and shook a finger beneath her nose.
“No orgasms until I say you can. Understood?”
That’s so not fair! “Yes, Master, I’ll try.”
“No you won’t. You’ll show some restraint.”
Easy for him to say. He resumed exploring with his lips and teeth, keeping his hands out of the equation. Not that he needed them. He was doing a bang-up job just with that damned mouth of his, especially now that his lips had latched on to one of her puckered nipples. He alternately bit and sucked until raw need slammed through her and she found it impossible not to lift her lips and thrust her pelvis upwards.
“No one said you could move.”
This was torture in its basest form. Tanya tried hard to think of something, anything, to take her mind off the exquisite agony streaming through her body. His lips were still moving south, hot and intent as they worked their way down her belly, getting closer and closer to the place where she most urgently needed them to be. Her legs fell open and her knees lifted up without her permission as she not so subtly reminded him of what she needed. She expected a chastisement but none was forthcoming. Instead she was aware of Ward settling himself between her legs and then…Tanya gasped as he lifted her legs one at a time and threw them over his shoulders.
Finally, just when she thought she might actually die from an overload of expectation, the tip of his tongue touched her clit. It was simply too much, and she cried out, a desperate animalistic sound that reflected the intensity of the disturbing thrill tumbling through her body in unstoppable waves.
“Hmm, sooo receptive.”
Without warning her to expect it, his lips sucked on her clit, hard enough to make her world turn on its axis. She strained to ignore the pulsating warmth that had caused every pulse point in her body to spring into vibrant life. She was on a hiding to nothing, and well she knew it. Something so strong, so powerfully compelling, couldn’t be ignored. Too far gone to care about being obedient, she bucked her hips, cried out, and climaxed in his mouth.
With her legs still over his shoulders, Ward spanked her exposed butt much harder than previously. The pain mingled with the afterglow of her orgasm proved to be a toxic combination that made spots dance before her eyes.
“I warned you,” he said in a stern tone.
“Sorry, Master, I couldn’t hold it.”
Ward released the swivels. “Turn over. Get on your knees and rest your weight on your forearms.”
His bossiness was such a turn-on, and she fully expected to receive another spanking for her disobedience. Instead Ward reattached the restraints, and she then felt the mattress swoosh as he removed himself from the bed. Come back, I’m not done with you yet.
He did come back, very quickly, and slid beneath her sideways.
“Just for that, you get to have your tits clamped. Ever tried them before?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then you’re in for a treat.”
She felt something cool being squirted over her nipples—probably lube, she thought—and then a slight pinching sensation. The process was repeated with the other nipple. Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, he tugged at the chain connecting the clamps, making her groan.
“How does that feel?”
“Wonderful. I thought it would be painful but it’s not.”
“They restrict the blood flow to your nipples and make them more sensitive.”
His tongue performed an exotic dance across one nipple, tormenting her by adding to the pressure of the clamp and nipping at it with his teeth. An explosion erupted deep inside her and flowed through her bloodstream like molten lava. So much pleasure rioting on the edge of physical pain was a new, deeply erotic experience, and Tanya suspected she’d never be able to get enough of it in the short amount of time available.
“Yes,” he said softly. “Your tits were designed to drive a man insane.”
Tanya stifled a protesting moan when he slid out from beneath her and positioned himself behind her instead. He reached between her legs but didn’t touch her. It was as though he was looking for something. She discovered what it was when he attached another clamp to one lip of her pussy, and tugged. She screamed as pressure was exerted on her nipples and pussy at the same time. Her head whirled and her body coursed with desperate readiness as pleasure hovered just out of reach.
She forgot to breathe, wondering how she could have reached the age of twenty-seven without knowing such exquisite pleasure existed in the world. Really, she had no excuse. She didn’t only post excerpts from her client’s books online. She actually read the books themselves but had never really believed all this stuff could happen. Now she knew better.
Before she could get used to the new sensations she heard the sound of foil tearing and her pulse rate when even higher. Ward must be suiting up. It wouldn’t be much longer before she finally had the glorious cock inside her. Was he planning to take her from behind? She still had her ass sticking in the air and was supporting her weight awkwardly on her forearms because her hands were shackled. He hadn’t told her to move and she already knew better than to do so unless he gave her permission. She felt the heat of his large body searing into her skin as he knelt behind her and brought his hand down over her ass.
He made a guttural sound—somewhere between a grunt and a moan—as he rubbed his cock down her crack and continued to tug on the clamp chain with one hand. The other hand played with her pussy. His thumb rubbed against her swollen clit and several of his fingers disappeared into her slick vagina. She resisted the urge to push against them, just in case he punished her by removing his hand. It was just the sort of cruel trick he’d play to show her who was in charge, but she’d got his measure now and wouldn’t fall for that one.
His hand disappeared anyway and the head of his cock pushed its way inside her instead. At last! His impressive length wouldn’t be a problem, but his girth very possibly could be. She could feel his penis throbbing as he worked it into a space that was too small to accommodate it. He filled her to capacity, stretching the walls of her cunt like they’d never been stretched before and sending tingling exhilaration to the outermost reaches of her body.
“Fuck it, Tanya, you’re killing me.” I’m killing you? “That feels fucking amazing.”
He worked his way deeper, too carefully for Tanya’s liking. She wanted him to live up to his promise and rip into her. He said he liked it hard and rough and she wanted him to prove it. He withdrew slightly, and when she sensed he was about to make anoth
er thrust, she pushed back against him, forcing him to sink all the way in until she’d taken every glorious inch of him. They sighed in unison.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“Hell no, Sir.”
Ward chuckled. “Good to know.”
He picked up the pace, his breathing irregular, his loaded balls crashing against her buttocks as he slammed into her. She could feel him getting harder, could smell the musky scent of his extreme arousal, and knew he was close. Okay, payback time. Presumably, as a responsible Dom, he couldn’t come until she did, so she’d make him wait.
Ha, so much for that theory, she thought with a wry smile, when he tugged on the clamp chain and her world ignited. Her body coursed with readiness as a deeply disturbing jolt rocked it sideways. Liquid heat intensified the rarefied atmosphere as she struggled to hold back. The harder she tried, the more determined he appeared to be to make her crack first, using every trick in the book to make her do so, the fiend! When a primitive kernel of sensation fizzed through her bloodstream, messing with her sanity, she was ready to admit defeat.
“Master, please, I…I can’t hold it. You’re making me crazy.”
“You like the feel of my cock filling your sweet cunt, darlin’?”
“Yes, yes, I love it. I’ll do anything, take any punishment you think necessary, but please, just say I can let go.”
“You’ll take my punishments anyway, slave. Still, perhaps as you’re new to this I might allow you to come.”
Tanya choked on a laugh. She could tell that he was as desperate as she was. She could see the ropy muscles in his forearms standing proud as he struggled to maintain control. Still, probably better not to point it out.
“Okay, babe, let it roll.”
He increased the rate and strength of his thrusts. In fact he plundered her body so hard that she had trouble, with her hands shackled, maintaining her position. Somehow she managed it, aware of a thin film of perspiration coating her body as fiery vibes began in the pit of her stomach and spread like an unspoken promise throughout the rest of her body.
“Ward! Oh god, please fuck me!”
“I’m fucking you just as hard as I can, sugar. Feel my cock inside you. Ride it, honey. Take what you need.”
“Yes!”
Tanya threw her head back and screamed his name as he slammed into her, his body a hot prison over hers. Her orgasm hit her broadside as her sheath spasmed and then her entire body followed suit. Tremors consumed her, transporting her to a place she’d never visited before. Shards of primal pleasure blasted her from all sides in unstoppable waves. She mewled and begged him to keep fucking her, never wanting the experience to end.
When she finally stopped trembling, Ward picked up the pace and a second orgasm chased the tail of her first. Ward let out a strained moan, his body tensed, and then she felt a hot gush of sperm filling the condom.
“Shit!”
He trembled for a long time, pulling her sideways when he was finally done and collapsing beside her on the bed, totally spent, laughing and kissing his way down her spine. It took him a moment to regain his breath, then he withdrew, unfastened the restraints, removed the clamps, and nudged her onto her back.
“You okay? Was I too rough?”
She smiled up at him, still wondering what the hell had just happened to her and, more to the point, if it would be possible to make it happen again. Was it a fluke, brought on by the excitement she’d felt at watching proceedings in the dungeon, or was Ward the exceptional lover she’d spent her life unconsciously searching for? Don’t think that way. He’s warned you about commitment.
“You were perfect,” she said, lifting one hand and gently touching his face. “Thank you. I had no idea it could be quite so…well, satisfying.”
“I’m glad I measured up to your expectations.”
Tanya laughed. “I can’t imagine you’ve had too many complaints.”
“As long as you’re not complaining, that’s all that matters.”
She offered him a sultry smile. “I’m not.”
“Just give me a minute,” he said, kissing the end of her nose.
He disappeared into the bathroom, presumably to dispose of the condom, came back, and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his lovely broad shoulder and smiled at the world in general.
“Ah, sweet darlin’,” he said. “Life doesn’t get much better than that.”
Tanya couldn’t disagree.
Chapter Seven
Ward held her close, trying to make sense out of what just happened between them. Okay, so they’d had hot sex, but it had been a damned sight more than a mere physical act. Her responsiveness, the way she’d taken to the pain, reveled in the role of obedient little sub, and milked the rewards with a combination of spontaneous grace and frantic energy, had left him reeling—and wanting far more from her than he had any right to ask for.
“Say something.” She tangled her fingers tightly in the hairs on his chest. “You’re too quiet. Did I disappoint you?”
Her insecurities had obviously come flooding back, and she’d misinterpreted his speechlessness for disenchantment.
“Darlin’, you astounded me.” He leaned up on one elbow, softly traced the line of her cheek with his forefinger, and smiled into her eyes, wishing he knew how to put what he was feeling into words. “You’re something else,” he said lamely.
She appeared embarrassed by the compliment. “I’m nothing special.”
Ward harrumphed. “Shows how much you know.”
“This, what we just did, what I saw out there in the dungeon, is all new to me, but it’s also beyond exciting. You’ve opened up a whole new side to me that I didn’t realize existed and I can’t wait to find out more.” She nipped playfully at his shoulder. “How can I go back to vanilla sex after this?”
The thought of her having sex with anyone but him caused Ward to frown. “Just go with the flow, honey,” he forced himself to say. “Live for the moment and let the future take care of itself.”
“Of course. I was just saying. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
He tightened the arm that held her against him. “I know you didn’t. It’s just that it was pretty special for me, too. I knew you’d be good. I just didn’t appreciate how good.” He kissed the top of her head. “Never doubt yourself. You’re a sex goddess.”
“Me? A goddess?” She laughed. “Well, I never expected to hear anyone describe me that way.
“Just close your eyes, sweetheart, and give that gorgeous body of yours time to recover.”
She dozed for a while, but Ward remained wide awake, staring up at the ceiling one moment, glancing at her features, soft in repose, the next. The restlessness that had beset him since leaving the States was no longer in evidence, and he found himself wishing that he could make time stand still. Tanya had come into his life but would leave it again just as abruptly in a few short days. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. What had happened between them had been truly remarkable, and he was unsure if he was ready to let her go.
She woke first and her cry of alarm made him sit bolt upright, crashing his head against hers.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s one in the morning.”
“Is that all?” He relaxed. “Somewhere you need to be?”
“Melanie will wonder where I am. She’ll worry.”
“Has she tried to call you?”
Tanya reached for her purse and checked her cell phone. “Well, no, but still, I have to be up for ski classes in the morning.”
“The instructor’s an understanding kind of a guy, so I’ve heard.”
“He’s a strict taskmaster.”
“Talking of which, how did you enjoy my Master class?”
She quirked a brow. “Fishing for compliments now, Mr. Shannon?”
He chuckled. “Everyone gets to have their performance rated in this crazy modern world of ours.”
“You want me to give you marks out
of ten? Or maybe a merit badge?” She widened her eyes and sent him a devilish smile. “Well now, let me see. Are you a one-hit wonder, or is there more where that came from?”
“Witch!” He tapped her thigh. “We only just scratched the surface. There’s a hell of a lot more I want to teach you, but not tonight. You’re right about it being late and I don’t want to take you too far too fast.”
She looked a bit disappointed but didn’t argue and got up to retrieve her clothes. He pulled his on as well.
“I’ll walk you back to the hotel.”
“There’s no need.”
“There’s every need. You’re mine,” he said with more passion than it was probably sensible to display. “I’m not risking some other horny bastard making a move on you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.”
He wagged a finger beneath her nose. “What have we learned about our self-esteem tonight?”
“Do you always go without underwear?” she asked, watching him zip up over his nakedness. “Even on the slopes?”
“Especially then. And I want you to leave your panties off for the rest of the week, too. When I look at you in class I want to know your cute pussy’s leaking all over your salopettes.”
She laughed. “It will be, every time I think of what you just did to me.”
“You can wear a bra, but I might have to buy you something a bit prettier.”
“With the weight of my tits, I favor practicality over pretty.”
“You don’t have a choice, honey. This week, what I say goes.” He stole a quick kiss. “Come on then. Let’s go.”
He led them out of a side door so she didn’t have to walk through the still-buzzing bar and into the subzero outdoor temperature.
“Should I tell Melanie about us? She’s bound to want to know where I’ve been.”
“Tell her about us being together tonight. I want people to know we’re an item.”
“You do?” She looked surprised. “You sure about that?”
“Sure I’m sure.” He slid a protective arm around her waist as they walked along. “Just don’t go into detail or tell her about the club. That’s on a need-to-know basis and she definitely doesn’t need to know.”
