by Leah Brooke
Her body tightened, her abdomen clenching hard as the shimmering waves washed over her.
Beau stopped spanking her and released her clit just as she peaked, leaving her weak and still trembling over his lap. “That should end any claim that you don’t like your spankings.” Rubbing her hot ass, he reignited the heat while she still trembled. “Anytime you give me a hard time about something, I can put you over my knee. Very nice. You ready to play some more, cher?”
Charity was too weak to move, but the need in his voice had her struggling to turn to face him. “As long as you understand that I have every intention of tormenting you just as much in the very near future.”
Beau chuckled and worked the plug out of her, easily overcoming her struggles and seeming to enjoy her cries as the sensations astonished her. With a groan, he gathered her against him, tossing the plug aside before lifting her to straddle him. Nuzzling her jaw and brushing his lips over hers, he cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Sitting back, he smiled at her cries of pleasure, a smile filled with love, playfulness, and a need for her that stole her breath. “You already torment me, cher. Every cry from you is like a stroke to my cock. Every whimper excites me. Every moan only makes me want you more.”
With clumsy hands, Charity worked to rid Beau of his shirt, and tossed it aside, her movements frantic. “I want you. I want you inside me.”
Beau grinned and got to his feet, setting her on hers. “There’s no place I like to be more.” His body brushed against hers as he started to unfasten his pants, laughing softly as he slapped away her clumsy attempt to help. “I can do it faster. Get on the bed.”
For the first time, Charity noticed that the wedge that they’d used in the back room of Beau’s shop had been placed on the bed. Pausing, she looked back at Beau just in time to see him rolling on a condom.
Reaching out a hand, Charity rubbed his chest, thrilling at the feel of warm muscle. Wanting to touch him, she reached for his cock, frowning when he gripped her wrist.
His eyes softened, but his expression remained hard, the tension surrounding him even more intense. “No. Don’t touch me. I’m already too close, and thinking about taking your ass has me even closer to the edge. Let me settle some, cher, while I pleasure you.”
Cupping her jaw, he brushed his lips against hers. “Let me make this good for you, cher. Christ, I love you.”
He nudged her, catching her when she fell, and lowering her to the bed. When she tried to lie on her belly the way he’d positioned her at the shop, he lifted her and flipped her over, once again surprising her with his strength. “No. On your back. I want to watch your face when I take your ass.”
With the wedge under her, her ass was lifted even higher than before, the angle of it leaving her entire slit on display.
Spreading her legs, he made a place for himself between them and leaned over her forcing her thighs high and wide as he reached again for something on the nightstand. Braced on his elbows, he dangled the chain in front of her face, grinning. “Remember this?”
Charity smiled back, running her hands over his chest and her feet up and down his thighs. “You had a good time this afternoon, didn’t you?”
Beau lowered his head, taking her mouth in a searing kiss that curled her toes. By the time he lifted his head again, she trembled with need and love for him. “I did, and more importantly, we had a good time together.” Straightening, he ran the end of the chain over her breasts. “You excited the hell out of me this afternoon.”
Slipping the loop at one of the chain to her nipple, he grinned. “Can I expect more of that in the future?”
Biting her lip at the gentle but unrelenting pressure, Charity whimpered and fisted her hands at her sides. “Absolutely. I loved it. I love playing with you. Oh, God, that feels incredible.” Meeting his gaze, she moaned. “Damn, that feels good. I’m going to have to think up something else to keep you on your toes.”
Beau fastened the other loop to her other nipple, tightening it securely before wrapping his hand around the chain and tugging, using his fingers to part her folds while keeping the chain pulled taut. “I’m very much looking forward to it.”
Using his thumb to tease her clit, he pulled gently on the chain. “I love the thought of spending my life loving you. Playing with you. Think you can handle that?”
Watching him reach for the thin vibrator again, Charity sucked in a breath, her bottom clenching. “I’m a fast learner. Oh, God!” The feel of the slim rubber, well coated with lube, slipping into her bottom again had Charity struggling in alarm, but with the wedge under her hips, her legs kept falling back toward her chest.
Beau took advantage, thrusting his cock into her pussy and fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. “Yeah? Let’s see how fast.” Still holding the chain, he caressed her clit with a slow, teasing thumb, and turned the vibrator on.
The slow tugs to her nipples drove her crazy, making the heat at her slit even hotter. The too-infrequent slide of his thumb over the sensitized bundle of nerves tormented her, her stomach muscles tightening as the pressure inside her became almost unbearable.
Her legs shook as the pleasure mounted.
Controlled her.
The vibrations in her ass and the firm thrust of his cock in her pussy drove her to incredible heights, the stretched, too-full feeling of having both her ass and pussy filled making the sensation even more intense.
Her cries of pleasure filled the room, cries that seemed to spur Beau on. Writhing beneath him, she called out his name over and over, shaking uncontrollably at the sensations bombarding her system.
“Beau, it’s too much. God, I feel you everywhere!”
She clamped down on the cock and vibrator filling her, rocking her hips in time to Beau’s thrusts, groaning in frustration when he released the chain and moved his hand away from her clit. “Beau, please!”
He slid a possessive hand up her body, holding her in place as he slid both his cock and the vibrator from her. “Easy, cher.” His voice, hardly more than a growl, washed over her.
The awareness in her bottom threatened to drive her insane, and she couldn’t stop wiggling against him, trying to get his cock back inside her. “Don’t stop. More.”
Opening her eyes, she stared into his, fascinated by the dark glitter in them. Struck by his tortured expression, Charity reached for him. “Beau?”
To her surprise, he shook his head and gripped her wrist before she could touch him. “No, cher. Christ, I want you so much, and the thought of taking your ass has me on edge. My cock’s so hard it hurts. Just be still for a minute. I want to make this good for you but my control is being pushed to its limits.” Gripping her ankles, he placed openmouthed kisses on each one before sliding his hands to the underside her of knees.
Warmed and humbled by his desire for her, Charity smiled and ran her feet up his side and to his shoulders, her pussy and ass clenching in anticipation. She couldn’t stop moving, loving the slight tug on her nipples each time the chain shifted. “I love that you want me so much, but I don’t think I can take much more.”
Beau groaned. “You’re going to get more—my cock filling your ass.”
Her pulse leapt at the erotic intent in his eyes, a sharp look that made it difficult to breathe. Shivering with excitement when he pushed her knees back, almost to her chest, she gasped when the head of his cock pressed against her puckered opening.
Fisting his cock, he pressed harder, his other hand flattening on her abdomen. His eyes, nearly black, held hers, his face tight with sexual tension. Looping his finger around the chain, he tugged at her nipples while running his thumb lightly over her clit. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
The deep growl in his voice created an excitement and hunger inside her she’d never experienced before, as though her hunger and his combined, making each so much more. “And I’m going to have you—in every fucking way possible. Reach up and hang on to the
headboard.”
When she moved too slowly for him, Beau reached under her to slap her ass, and she would swear she could actually see his control slip. “Do it, cher. Now. I’m hanging by a fucking thread here.”
Charity didn’t hesitate, and raised her arms above her head, fisting her hands around the slats in the headboard. “Take me, damn you!”
Beau groaned and leaned forward, his features hard and his eyes narrowed to slits. “With pleasure.”
Shocked at the feel of the head of his cock, so hot, so hard, so thick, forcing the tight ring of muscle to give way, Charity tried to push her legs against him, but Beau seemed ready for that and leaned more heavily against her.
Releasing her clit, he wrapped a hard arm around her thighs and held them firmly against his chest. “Be still. I don’t want to hurt you, damn it!”
With a growl, he pushed deeper, sinking the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle and into her. “So fucking tight.” His expression looked tortured, his face hard and lined with tension, but his eyes never left hers. “Easy. Relax those muscles, cher. Easy. I’ve got you. I’ll go slow, I promise. Just let me in, baby. Let me inside this tight ass.”
Shivers raced up and down Charity’s spine as Beau pushed deeper, his cock like hot steel as it forced her inner walls to stretch to accommodate him. She couldn’t stop clamping down, her body fighting to get him deeper while at the same time trying to close against such a decadent invasion.
Her inner walls quivered all around him, but she couldn’t stop. It was as if the cock stretching her ass controlled a part of her now, leaving her feeling even more vulnerable.
Shivers of delight raced through her, the need to come almost unbearable. “It burns! Oh, God, Beau. It’s stretching me.” Crying out as he pushed deeper, Charity tried to arch, but Beau held firm. “Let me move! It’s so hot. Oh, God. I feel so full.”
“Damned right, it’s hot. Your ass is so fucking hot, it’s burning me. So tight. Christ, Charity, you’re killing me.” Relentlessly pushing his hips forward, he continued to fill her. “Inch by fucking inch. I want it all. That’s it, cher.” Gripping her ankles, he spread her even wider. “Be still, damn it. You’re not gonna be able to take it all and I don’t want to hurt you.”
She whimpered, writhing on the bed as Beau started to withdraw, crying out again when he thrust just a little deeper than before. She’d never felt so completely taken, the feel of his hard cock impaling her ass the most wicked and overwhelming thing she’d ever experienced.
“So full. Oh, God, Beau.” Every shallow thrust took him a little deeper. The raw sexuality of the act and burning sensation of being stretched created a riot of sizzling heat inside her. The heat rippled through her, touching her everywhere.
She sucked in a sharp breath when Beau flattened his hand on her abdomen again, manipulating her clit and tugging at the chain attached to her nipples at the same time he worked his cock deeper. Dazed at the sharp pleasure that hit her from everywhere all at once, Charity didn’t even try to hold back her cries at the alarming pleasure.
Her body felt as if it shimmered, every nerve ending tingling with the rush of warm delight as she came harder than she’d ever come before. Her shuddering cry went on and on as she rode the swell of pleasure. Tightening on Beau’s cock, she reached for his hand, needing his strength to anchor her.
Beau groaned, gripping her hand in his as he sank deeper, his cock pulsing against her inner walls. “Oh, cher.” Releasing her clit and the chain, he slumped over her, murmuring softly to her when she whimpered. “I’ve got you.”
Trembling with aftershocks, Charity wrapped her arms and legs around him, needing the steadiness of his heat and strength to help her settle.
Lifting her against him with a groan, he pushed the wedge off the bed and gathered her close, kneeling on the bed and holding her on his lap, groaning again as his cock shifted inside her. “You okay?”
Smiling at the rumble in his voice and fascinated that the muscles of his shoulders quivered under her palms, Charity lifted her head. Wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning back to look at him, she sucked in a breath as his cock went deeper. “I’m fantastic. I can’t believe we did that. Oh, God, Beau. We’re going to kill each other.”
Beau’s chuckle ended on another groan, his breathing ragged. “Yeah, but I don’t care.”
Still trembling with the remnants of her orgasm, Charity cuddled closer, her bottom clenching when he moved her and his cock slid free. “You’re a very naughty man.”
Lifting his head, he pushed her damp hair back from her forehead. “You knew that before you agreed to marry me.”
“I did.” Charity giggled. “I just didn’t realize how naughty you are.” Pressing herself against him, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head down, to nuzzle his lips. “I just didn’t realize that loving and play could go together this way. I was so scared, Beau. I was so scared that you couldn’t possibly love me the way I love you. I was so scared of being hurt and making a fool of myself over you.”
The arms at her back tightened, pulling her closer. “And that’s why you didn’t want anyone to know about us?”
“Yes. I was so stupid. I just never realized it could be this way. I love you so much.” Her heart swelled with it until sometimes, she thought it might burst. “Promise me it’ll always be this way between us.”
Holding her against his chest, he rose from the bed. “No.”
Striding to the bathroom, he met her startled look with a smile, his eyes filled with satisfaction and love. “I promise you, it’ll be even better. Now, let’s get cleaned up so we can go have some wine, and I can take you again in front of the fire.”
“But, Beau. What about the things you left on my nipples?”
Beau grinned, his eyes flashing. “They’ll look perfect with the one I bought for your clit. I want to see you wearing the whole set.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Her clit tingled with anticipation.
Beau set her on her feet in the shower, and went to rid himself of the condom. “You’ll see.”
* * * *
Almost two hours later, Charity struggled to get enough air in her lungs as she snuggled against Beau’s chest. With the fire at one side, and him at the other, she found herself surrounded by heat. “You weren’t kidding.”
Beau reached behind him, retrieving a glass of wine. “I play. I don’t kid.”
Pillowing her head on his shoulder, he placed the glass of wine at her lips. “I always mean what I say, cher.”
After sipping the wine, she nuzzled his neck while he finished the glass. “I can always depend on you, can’t I?”
Reaching back, he set the glass on the table, closing his fingers over her nipples, still sensitized from the clips. “Of course.”
She ran a hand over his chest. “You’re very sexy, you know?”
Beau leaned back, to look at her, his eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”
Charity smiled and leaned closer to nibble at his lips. “This time, I’m going to seduce you. Don’t worry. I’ll be easy on you. You just stay right here while I go get the paints. I want to make sure they taste the way they’re supposed to.”
“What?”
Laughing in delight at the look of shock on his face, Charity jumped up and raced to the bedroom.
“Charity!”
Gathering the paints and brushes, Charity ran back to the living room to find Beau reclining against the sofa and refilling their glasses.
Eyeing the paints, Beau groaned. “Charity, why don’t you just lie beside me and we can cuddle?”
Charity hid a smile when she saw that his cock had hardened while she’d been gone. “You just lie back and relax. Just pretend I’m not here. I just want to paint your cock. When I’m done, I’ll lick every bit of it off so you won’t even have to clean it up.”
“Holy hell, I’ve created a monster.”
Minutes later, Charity couldn’t stop g
rinning, her own body tight with need as Beau clenched his hands into fists beside him, throwing his eyes back and squeezing his eyes closed.
“Jesus, cher, you’re killing me!”
“Be patient. We haven’t tried the other brushes yet.” She reached for the softest one and dipped it into the red edible paint. “I’m going to paint the head of your cock with the cherry flavor. Just be still, darling. I may show some of your products at the club, and I’m going to have to be able to answer questions about them. Once I’m done painting, you’re going to have to be still so I can lick the paint off.”
Giggling at Beau’s string of French, most of it in guttural tones, Charity dipped the brush into the paint and stared at him, not realizing how long she’d just sat there and looked at him until he lifted his head and opened his eyes.
“You okay, cher?”
Charity smiled. “I’ve never been better. I adore you. Thank you for teaching me how to play.”
Beau grinned. “You’re very welcome.” His smile fell, a harsh groan escaping when she touched the brush to the head of his cock. “You’re fucking killing me!”
“There, there, darling. Just hang in there. You don’t want me to think you can dish it out and not take it, do you?”
“I swear, I’ll get even for this.”
Charity dipped the brush into the paint again, knowing how cold it would feel. “Looking forward to it, darlin’. Looking forward to it. You don’t scare me anymore.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Charity sighed, staring down at her cell phone as she disconnected. “Something’s wrong.” Her hands shook so badly, she put the phone down, scared of dropping it.
Why didn’t he answer?
She pushed her glass of iced tea aside and looked up at her sister, trying to push back the panic that had gotten progressively more intense over the last hour. “Beau’s still not answering.”
Hope shrugged. “Maybe he’s busy.”
Despite her sister’s nonchalant tone, Hope looked increasingly concerned.
