by Zara Chase
“Relax, sugar, I’m just playing.” He sighed, then stood up. “Get up, darlin’.”
Darcy stood up, sneaked a peek at him, and gasped. Naked, he exceeded her most optimistic expectations. Broad-chested, long legged, he was all taut flesh over hard muscle. A decadent god with bulging, flexing pecs who oozed machismo and attitude. Wow!
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he said, grinning like he knew what she was thinking. He fetched something and joined her. “Nipple clamps,” he explained. “You’ll love them.”
He gently applied cool lube to one nipple, then attached something that resembled a bulldog clip to it. She waited for pain that didn’t materialize. Ross repeated the process with the opposite nipple, then gently tugged at the chain that connected the clamps.
“There’s another clamp for your pussy,” he said. “But we won’t use that one today. Are you okay with those?”
“They don’t hurt like I thought they would.”
“They restrict the flow of blood.” Ross chuckled. “Just wait until I take them off again. It’ll rock your world, but in the meantime, you look mighty fine.”
Ross stood up, and held out a hand to her. She slipped hers into it, and he pulled her to her feet. In front of the mirror again, her in her tarty dress and nipple clamps, him buck naked and more than ready for action, Darcy now fully understood the appeal in the way he’d dressed her. Her lips looked all pouty, shiny and wet, her eyes glistened with excitement, her nipples tingled and, to her acute embarrassment, juices flowed freely down her inner thighs.
“You are so ready for me,” Ross said, pushing her hair aside and nipping at her neck.
Darcy shuddered as his actions awakened every nerve ending in her body, sending delicious shivers up and down her spine.
“I’m going to tie you up, baby, and then fuck the living daylights out of you. Will you let me do that to you?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I want you to.”
Ross chuckled. “I know you do. Shit, Darcy, do you know how fucking sexy you look right now?”
“Sexy for you, Master.”
“Damned straight for me.” He led her back to the bed. “Lie on your back and lift your arms above your head, sugar.”
Darcy did as he asked, conscious of something being snapped around her wrists and then tied to the headboard. Before she could question him, her world went dark. He’d blindfolded her, and Darcy went into a major panic. It hadn’t even occurred to her to warn him about her phobia. Ever since she was a kid, she had hated the dark. The safe word hovered on her lips but before she could use it those lips were covered firmly by Ross’s. She couldn’t breathe, her body went into meltdown, and her scream was absorbed by the pressure of Ross’s mouth.
Chapter Six
Any lingering doubts Ross might have had about playing with Darcy evaporated the moment he saw her in that PVC dress. She looked so damned hot in it, he was surprised the plastic didn’t melt. Some women had a way of making tarty clothing look classy. Darcy was definitely one of them.
Ross sucked her lower lip into his mouth, teasing her by letting it go again and then reclaiming it. It was payback time for messing with his head, and he would enjoy tormenting her. He wondered if she had any idea just how comprehensively he wanted her. Somehow Ross doubted it. Unlike the majority of women he’d had fun with over the years—women who were into the BDSM scene, knew the rules and sometimes taught him stuff he hadn’t previously known—Darcy didn’t realize just how sensual she actually was. He figured she wasn’t that experienced. Given her appearance, she must have guys coming on to her all the time, so that came as a pleasant surprise. Possessiveness streaked through him in unstoppable waves. It ought to have scared the shit out of him. Ross didn’t do happy ever after—not anymore—his sexual liaisons were strictly no strings attached. But the strange thing was, the thought of letting Darcy beneath his defenses didn’t have him diving for cover.
Ross was getting ahead of himself. First off, it would be his privilege and pleasure to teach her a few things about herself, fuck remaining detached and professional! Shit, her lips felt so good. She tasted of citrus fruit, her hair smelled of herbal shampoo and fresh air, her body gave off an aroma of hot plastic and hotter woman. She squirmed frantically beneath him, bucking her hips and moaning like the wildcat she actually was. Ross released her lips, and chuckled. He had told her to remain passive but she was clearly having none of it. Some women made a rule out of…well, breaking the rules, just so they could get punished for it. Ross wondered if Darcy was even aware she was doing it.
Wait a minute. Something wasn’t right. He had stopped kissing her, wasn’t even touching her anymore, but she was still throwing a fit. It was like she was having some sort of panic attack. What the fuck? Perspiration bathed her face, her features were twisted into the parody of a scream, and she was thrashing around not because she was aroused, but because something had spooked her.
“Babe, what is it?” Concern and devastation at having done this to her and not realizing it sooner spiraled through Ross. Did I hurt you?”
“The blindfold,” she gasped. “Take it off. I can’t see.”
The second Ross removed it, she stopped hyperventilating. “Want to tell me what that was all about?” he asked, brushing the hair from her brow and kissing it.
“I…I just don’t like the dark.”
“Why the hell didn’t you say something sooner?” Ross shook his head. “The last thing I intended was to panic you.”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I thought you’d think I was being stupid.”
“Baby, I know real fear when I see it, and I don’t think it’s stupid.”
She exhaled long and deep. “Thank you.”
“You okay with the shackles?”
“Oh yes, it was just not being able to see.” She shuddered. “And, I might as well admit, I’m not too sure about anal sex, if that’s what you have in mind.”
Ross chuckled. “I already told you, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is about mutual gratification.” He dropped a chaste kiss on her lips. “Now, do you want to tell me why you’re so frightened of the dark?”
“Later, perhaps.” She glanced down at his throbbing erection, and moistened her lips. “I think we both have other priorities right now.”
Ross would have insisted, except he got the impression it was something she seldom shared. Besides, she was right. Her reaction had temporarily killed the mood, but not his raging hard-on.
“Okay, darlin’, how about I lick and bite every square inch of you? Any particularly sensitive areas I need to know about?”
“You’re very understanding.”
“Hey, we all have our hang-ups.” He blew on one of her nipples, watching as it hardened and then puckered beneath the pressure of the clamp. “Now, if you’re feeling okay again, be quiet and speak when spoken to. Leave me to do my work.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ross probably surprised her by starting with her feet. He had a real foot fetish and Darcy’s small, neat feet had fascinated him from the first. He picked one up and sucked each toe in turn, running his tongue down the spaces between them. Darcy mewled, so Ross increased the pressure of his sucking lips. When her right foot had received all the attention he planned to give it—for now—he hoisted it over his shoulder and worked his way up her calf, pausing when he reached her knee and agitating the sensitive area behind it with his versatile tongue. Darcy wriggled and sighed. If she hadn’t known knees were erogenous zones, she was sure as hell finding out.
He took his time, teasing her by lapping at the juices flowing down her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her pussy, then retreating.
“Ross, I—”
He slapped her butt, hard. “Shush! No talking.”
He punished her by abandoning her thigh and moving to her other foot, giving it the same treatment the right one had just received. She was a quick study and now remained passive, taking the tor
ture without moving a muscle, the minx! Ross bit her large toe, determined to make her disobey him so he could punish her some more. A strangled sound slipped past her lips, but she was obviously determined to play him at his own game and it was the only noise she made. Not that she needed to say much. Her reactions were doing all the talking for her, and then some.
“Just so you know,” he said, briefly raising his head, “I enjoy a challenge.”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” She paused, before adding, “Master.”
“Is that a fact?”
Ross grinned as he returned to the arduous task of arousing Darcy. With both of her feet thrown over his shoulders, he went in for the kill, fastening his lips firmly around her swollen clit. This time she did react, with a sharp intake of breath. That’s it, baby. Let me know how it feels.
Her cunt was dripping honey, sweet as nectar. Ross drank from her font, trying and failing to satiate his thirst for her. When one hand reached for the chain linking the nipple clamps and tugged at it, she elevated from the bed and cried out. She was close, so close. He senses the tremor that ran through her entire body, could smell the musky scent of her arousal, but wasn’t ready to let her climax quite yet. He abandoned her pussy and slid up her body, knees on either side of her torso, until his rampant cock twitched above her lips.
“Your turn.”
Her eyes flashed with desire as she closed her sweet lips around the head of his penis and sucked. He thrust his hips forward until his cock hit the back of her throat, completely filling her mouth. She slid her tongue down the length of him, tugged at the hairs on his balls with her teeth, and then allowed him to slip almost all the way out of her mouth. Her tongue dipped into his slit, sipping up a drop of salty pre-cum, before repeating the process, her cheeks hollowing out as he filled her mouth with the hot brand of his cock.
“Shit, baby, you’ve done this before.” No longer quite so in control, Ross pulled out of her mouth and released one of her wrists. “Turn over and get onto your knees,” he said abruptly. “The restraints swivel.”
As soon as she had scrambled into this new position Ross reattached her wrists, and got off the bed so he could look at her. In the PVC, with her clamped tits dangling below her, she looked good enough to eat. Damn it, he needed a reminder of this. He rummaged in a drawer until he found his digital camera. She wasn’t the only one who liked pictorial records. He snapped off several shots of her, looking wanton, sexy, desperate, her hair all over the place, her hands shackled, that trashy dress the finishing touch. He stood behind her, taking a few shots of her naked ass.
“Spread your legs, sugar.” She did so without hesitation, giving Ross a full-on view of her pretty pink pussy lips. “You look so goddamned gorgeous, darlin’, but there’s still something missing.” Ross went to another drawer, produced a large vibrator and slid it easily into Darcy’s slick cunt. She groaned as she absorbed the toy, and Ross rewarded her by switching it on at a low speed. It protruded from her cunt, in danger of slipping out when he let it go. “Close your vagina muscles around it, sweetheart. I need to get a picture of you with it sticking out. Look at the camera for me.”
She did so, moistening her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, smiling like the cat who was about to get the cream. Shit!
“That’s it, darlin’. Fuck, I want you!”
Once again Ross resorted to his toy drawer, this time in search of a condom. He ripped the foil packet open and suited up. Then he returned to the bed and pushed the slipping vibrator back into Darcy. Hard. She grunted and thrust right back against it.
“Uh-huh.” Ross tapped her butt. “No one told you to move.”
“Sorry, but I—”
“No talking.” He tapped her a little harder. “Don’t make me punish you with the flogger.”
“Sorry, Master.” Her voice was breathy, her body bathed in perspiration beneath the clingy PVC. “I forgot.”
“Hmm.” He climbed up behind her and ran his cock down the crack in her ass, wishing…hell, it didn’t matter what he wished. All that was important was giving Darcy a good time. Then he’d try and get her to tell him why she disliked not being able to see. It was important for him to know. Real important. He wanted to know everything about her, especially why she was taking a lowly paid job she was grossly overqualified for. But first things first. “I’m gonna take you from behind, sugar, so I can play with your lovely tits at the same time.”
He removed the vibrator. A whole trail of her juices slid out with it, making him smile. She was so turned on, she probably didn’t know which way was up. He slid the tip of his cock into her pussy, pleased but not surprised to discover she was so frigging tight, it was almost painful. He sensed she wouldn’t want him to be gentle. Besides, gentle wasn’t in his repertoire. He’d warned her what to expect and, with the exception of the blindfold, she’d taken to it like a natural. With one powerful thrust of his hips, he drove himself balls-deep into her welcoming warmth.
“Shit, baby, that’s tight. You okay?”
“Hmm, wonderful.”
He laughed as he withdrew almost all the way, conscious of her tightening and clenching around his length in an effort to keep him right where he was. His blood flamed as he drove himself home again, the friction intoxicating because she appeared incapable of passivity and, no matter how hard he drove into her, she always pushed back to meet him. His balls slammed against her butt as he set up a hot, slick tempo, straining to maintain control as he felt her excitement escalate.
“No orgasm until I say you can,” he said, breathing hard as he continued to work her from behind.
“That’s so not fair,” she replied, panting.
Ross chuckled. “You have to learn control, sugar.”
“But this is my first lesson.”
“True, that’s why I’m cutting you some slack.”
“This is you being thoughtful?”
“Oh yeah!”
He tugged hard on the chain connecting her nipple clamps at exactly the moment when his cock filled her to capacity. He felt her clenching him again, but this time her sheath spasmed around him. Hell, she’d make him lose control at this rate, and that couldn’t be allowed to happen. He lowered his head and sent a line of teasing kisses down her spine as he continued his assault on her pussy. She gasped.
“Ross, please! I’ll do whatever you say, but—”
“You’ll do what I say anyway.” He pushed her hair aside and bit her neck, the same flickering heat she was probably wrestling with now invading his own self-control. “You like the feel of my cock fucking you?”
“You know I do.” She was almost crying with need, every square inch of her appearing to vibrate with the effort she was taking to stave off her orgasm. “I didn’t realize it could be so…so vibrant.”
“Okay, darlin’, I’ll take pity on you.”
Ross upped the pace, pretending it was for her benefit, but actually because the fiery vibes shooting through his blood stream issued an exquisite warning. He tugged harder on the nipple clamp chain as readiness coursed through his body, as close to losing control as she was.
“Ross, what are you doing to me?” Her strangled cry was imbued with astonishment. “I can’t…I’m going to—”
“Let it go, babe,” he said in a husky voice. “Take what you need from me.”
“You’re killing me,” she groaned, pushing back hard to meet his next thrust.
I’m killing her?
Ross abandoned the nipple chain and reached for her clit. It was all it took. Darcy screamed his name as a palpable, pulsating shudder passed through her body and she went into orgasmic vortex. Ross could no longer hold back the white-hot explosion that had been building for the past few minutes and let rip with a groan as he pummeled Darcy’s cunt like a man with a point to prove.
Except, he thought, as he shot his load into the rubber, he hadn’t proved it. Yet. He had promised himself that Darcy would come at least twice before he let go. Da
mn, she had a lot to answer for.
Chapter Seven
Darcy thought her body would never stop trembling. She hoped it never would because she wanted the moment, the oh-so-special moment, to go on indefinitely. When he found out who she was and why she was really in Medina village, he would hate her. The thought of deceiving him made Darcy’s gut roil, and so she didn’t think about it. Just for now she would think only about herself, and the way Ross had made her feel.
She should have warned him not to blindfold her, but it hadn’t occurred to her that he actually would. When he did, she had thought she would be able to deal with it, if only because he was there with her and she knew his actions weren’t malicious. She had wanted to stick with it so much—for his sake as much as her own—but it seemed her phobia, the memories, were still too deeply ingrained.
She felt alive, desirable, like she could conquer the world. No previous sexual experience had come close to making her feel that way. Her nerve endings continued to sing in full-on surround sound at the feel of his cock still filling her to capacity even after he had grunted his way to release. Her own orgasm had caused her insides to liquefy and desire to detonate like an incendiary device deep within her core. It was truly remarkable, and she was filled with an urgent desire to shout from the rooftops and tell the world sexual gratification—real gratification—really was possible if a girl found the right man to stoke her fires. Hands off Ross, ladies, he’s taken.
Ross’s body was a hot prison over hers, his breath warm on her back as his breathing, ragged and harsh, gradually returned to normal. He tapped her butt, kissed it, and then withdrew from her. She wanted to call out, make him return, because already she missed him. She heard a sound, presumably Ross removing the condom. Then his face loomed into view. He released the shackles from her wrists and she flopped onto her back, smiling, laughing, totally and completely spent. He gently removed the clamps and sensation streaked through her blood-starved nipples.
