Whap, whap, whap.
When he stopped, she panted against the pain—only was it pain? Because if he did it again—if the sadistic bastard touched an inch higher on her clit—she’d come, right then and there.
He chuckled. “You might like this too much for it to be a punishment.” When he rubbed the cane against her cheek, the scent of her arousal clung to the wood. Shaken to the core at her own response, she stared up at him.
His gaze was gentle and yet…uncompromising. He wouldn’t accept anything less than the truth. “Tell me, Kalinda.”
Her dry throat didn’t allow her to swallow. “I didn’t like knowing you wanted me only for sex.”
His eyes darkened, even there in the bright sunlight. “I see.” The cane landed in the grass a few feet away. He ran his hands up and down her arms and kissed her so sweetly she sighed.
“Oh, sugar,” he murmured and rubbed his cheek against her. “It’s not just sex.”
The surge of pleasure rolled through her. He felt something too. For her. Her breath stilled as she waited for more, but he simply kissed her again.
And slowly the kiss deepened as he pulled her closer, molding her against him. Her clamped, swollen breasts rubbed on his shirt, the friction sizzling. His tongue teased hers, and then he tilted his head, taking her mouth in a way that mimicked a different kind of possession. When he pressed his erection against her, her mind abandoned any thought except that of give me sex now.
More, more, more. She pushed back in return, grinding her hips. His iron-hard shaft jerked in response, and he muffled a groan.
Ha, she affected him just as much. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, hoping to get him to move, but the incredible feeling just drove her higher instead. In sheer frustration, she gritted out, “Maybe I should interrogate you and drive you crazy.”
He stepped back and shook his head in disapproval, although a corner of his mouth had tilted up. “You should know better than to tease a dom, sprite.”
When he didn’t pick up the cane, she felt relieved and a little disappointed. Her whole pussy throbbed with need—much worse than before he’d tortured her with the damned stick.
Instead he released her wrists, then tossed the crumpled mess of black tape restraints onto a rock. He pointed to the flat granite spot where she’d been sitting. “Lie on your back. Arms over your head. Legs spread wide.”
Her nipples throbbed with pain as she lay back on the warm rock and lifted her arms. Her back arched slightly in the position, and the clamps pinched more. Her eyes closed as excitement blurred the burning.
Silence.
She blinked and looked up. He’d crossed his arms over his chest, and the hard bulge of his biceps captured her eyes. She wanted to run her hands—
He cleared his throat.
Had she done something wrong? Oh. “Legs spread wide,” he’d said. Biting her lower lip, she opened her legs a little. Despite her need, exposing her private areas to his gaze in the bright sunlight was…difficult.
He waggled a finger back and forth for more.
Oh, fuck, damn, hell. She opened wider. Her damp folds parted—again—and she could feel how much more swollen they’d become. Air brushed over her entrance, sending a shiver through her. Open and waiting for him.
“Very nice.”
The bastard still wore all his clothes, she realized. And surely Laura would think they’d been gone too long. What if Mark came to look for them?
His little sub was a lovely sight in the bright afternoon sun. Her cheeks had flushed. Her arms over her head arched her back slightly. Her small breasts swelled upward to where the clamps turned her pretty nipples to a dark red color. Her hips were made for a man’s hands to grasp, and she’d parted her round thighs widely enough to display the glistening black curls at the juncture of her legs. The fragrance of her arousal mingled with the dusty pine scent of the mountains. Her lovely dark eyes clearly showed her anticipation…and nerves.
Too many nerves, too many worries. She hadn’t quite reached that core level where he wanted to take her.
Maybe he’d give her only a single thing to fret about rather than a multitude. He caught her gaze. “I intend to enjoy myself now, Kallie,” he said. “It will please me if you stay perfectly still and make no noise.”
Her eyes widened for a second, and he saw the tiny tremor that made her breasts shiver. The flush on her cheeks deepened.
He started with her delicate toes and ankles. Strong, smooth calves. Her dark golden tan lightened to cream above her knees. Moving up, he reached her petal-soft inner thighs. When he squeezed and pushed her thighs even farther apart, her hands clenched. Hands gripping high on her thighs, he ran one thumb up and down the crease of her hip and heard her breath catch. Nice.
When he’d seen her, naked on the rocks, his mind had jumped immediately to the desire for simple, thought-erasing sex. But somehow with Kallie, he always wanted more. It truly wasn’t just sex—he wanted to touch her emotions, to plumb her responses, and to hear her laugh.
However, the boundaries of their relationship could wait. Right now he intended to enjoy driving her into mindless need. As he lay down on the rock between her legs, the heat of the sun-warmed granite penetrated his clothes. Less than a foot away, the stream flowed and splashed down to the next rocky level. Could a man ask for more than a sunny afternoon in the mountains and a woman spread open for his pleasure?
Resting on his forearms, he dropped his head. He’d never taken her in daylight, so he enjoyed a long, slow look and could almost hear her anticipation ratcheting up. The sun shone on the rosy pink clit barely peeking out from the hood. Her silky black curls gleamed with moisture, and the skin he could see was nicely reddened from the blows of his cane. When he finished, her folds would be swollen and fat and her clit engorged, shoving all the way out.
When he finally tickled his tongue over her labia, her whole body jerked…but then she forced herself back into position.
He chuckled. “There’s a good girl.” His cock had thickened enough that he had to shift position. Its time would come. Right now he wanted to indulge himself with torturing a little sub. So he began by running his tongue upward to tease the juncture of the hood and clit on one side and the other. Her thighs touching his shoulders started to quiver. Featherlight strokes over the very top of her nub had her hips rising for more. Suppressing a laugh, he stopped and said sternly, “I told you not to move, sub.”
When she exhaled, it sounded suspiciously like a whine. He waited a full minute to make his point before resuming.
When her clit felt almost as hard as his erection—although nothing in the world could be as hard as his cock right now—he turned his head and nipped one tender inner thigh.
She squealed like a trapped mouse, and her leg jerked…oh, at least an inch.
“Did you move and make noise?”
“No, Sir.” Her voice sounded as breathless as if she’d run up a mountain. He had to press his lips together.
“Maybe, Sir.”
“I see,” he said gravely. “That’s very poor self-control, Kalinda.”
“I… I’m sorry.”
He could almost hear the begging she forced herself not to utter. “Well, let’s try this then…” He pushed her knees upward and out. “Give me your hands.” He set her hands on the insides of her knees so that she could hold her legs there. One of his favorite positions: with the knees up, her pussy would tilt, making her pretty cunt even more available to his fingers. Maybe he’d fuck her in this position. “Very nice, sugar. Stay just like that.” He waited a beat. “Kalinda, did you hear me?”
“Oh. Yes, Sir. Please…”
“Don’t make any noise. And. Do. Not. Move.” Avoiding her clit completely, he slid a finger into her. Very slick and hot. Her pussy clenched around him as he teased the opening, moving in and out in an erratic fashion. Never enough to drive her over. Tremors had spread to her entire legs, and she clutched her knees with a white-knuckled gri
p. He knew she thought of nothing else now—not the heat of the sun, not the possibility of discovery, not her job—just the feel of his hands on her and her need to stay still.
Perfect.
Oh, God, she was going to die. Sweat covered her whole body, making her hands slip as she strained to keep her legs up. Please, please, please. Why didn’t he use his mouth again?
“Seems like I remember you saying something about interrogating me. Am I correct?”
She stared at him. Talk? Now? “Yes,” she bit out.
He lay so close she could feel his breath right on her clit, but only his finger teased her, circling the entrance before sliding in and out. Never enough to send her off, just enough that everything down there kept getting tighter, more swollen.
“Did I mention it wasn’t a good idea to tease a dom?”
Would you stop talking? “Uh-huh.” God, she ached and burned.
“Want to apologize?”
The evil bastard. Her answer came out a humiliating whine. “I’m sooorrrrry.”
He didn’t move.
“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.” She managed to clamp her mouth shut before adding, Fucking sadistic bastard.
Maybe he heard it anyway—he bit her again, and the sharp pain stabbed through her, making her jerk. Her legs slipped, and she grabbed them frantically. He chuckled, and she felt his tongue on the crease between her hip and thigh, so hot and soft. Move over, just a little, please. Her pussy throbbed. Burned.
He pushed one finger into her, then another, the added width wonderful, and she had to fight to keep her hips still. Don’t move. As if in revenge, her trembling increased.
“That’s very nice control, sprite,” he said, the approval in his voice like a stroking hand brushing over her. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
Reward? She held her breath, and suddenly the fingers moving in and out of her changed, rubbing inside her, pushing against something…something that made everything inside her contract. And then he moved slightly, and closed his mouth around her clit, holding it firmly between his lips. His tongue stroked it ruthlessly—soft and wet—over and over. Inside, the pressure expanded like a balloon. With each touch of his tongue, the pleasure built exquisitely, higher and higher.
She clamped her mouth shut over her whimpers. He slowed, each drag of his tongue bringing her closer and… everything inside her seemed to gather together, petrifying her into unmoving stone until…
He sucked on her clit. Hard.
The pressure exploded outward as if the balloon had burst, flooding her with devastating pleasure in spasm after spasm. A wildfire totally out of control.
Oh God, hellfire, damn. Panting, she realized Jake’s hands covered hers, helping her hold her legs up as his tongue flickered over her, sending ripples of aftershocks through her. The screams that she’d muffled swirled inside her head.
“You did well, sweetheart,” he said, moving her hands away and lowering her legs. When he rose to kneel between her legs, his face appeared stern, but laughter danced in his eyes. “Your control is improving.”
She considered cursing him—but then, she’d never come so hard in her life. Would every time with him be like this? So overwhelming?
With other men, she sometimes felt as if she were watching herself react, doing what was expected, always keeping a rein on her emotions. But Jake never gave her a chance to step back or be apart—his commands left no room for anything but feeling. And part of the reason she could let go was trusting that he could and would handle her.
Holding her eyes with his, he undid his belt, unfastened his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Commando. His cock sprang out as if escaping a prison, incredibly long and thick, the veins engorged and bulging. With the same slow, deliberate movements, he sheathed himself in a condom. She’d never met anyone who had such control.
He grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting position. “From the way you were squirming—although you did a fine job of keeping under control—I think we’d best get you off your back.”
Now that he mentioned it, she could feel scrapes burning her butt and upper back.
He tossed her clothing on the rock for padding and said, “On your hands and knees now.” With determined hands, he helped her turn, and her insides started to quake with anticipation. He was so big, yet all she wanted was him inside her, filling her. “Rest on your forearms, sugar.” He pushed her shoulders down. Putting his hand between her legs, his palm against her mound, he lifted her butt higher, sending a thrill through her as he positioned her body, not giving her any choice in the matter.
He set his cock against her opening, sliding it up and down and getting it wet, she realized—only one second before he drove inside her in a ruthless thrust that wrung a cry from her. Her insides convulsed around the thick erection in wavering jolts of pleasure.
“Sugar, you feel incredible,” he growled, “and I am going to take you hard.” He lowered his voice. “Because I want to. Because I can.”
Somehow her bones trickled right out of her body.
He gave a deep laugh. With an implacable grip on her hips, he rode her, hard as he’d promised, hammering into her until the driving rhythm somehow caught her like a hooked fish, yanking her arousal up from the depths. And then she was lost as each plunging thrust pushed her closer and closer. As her need increased, she tried to push her hips back to meet his thrusts.
He slapped her butt, and as her insides clenched like a fist at the shocking sting, he said, “If you want more, Kallie, I will give you more—at my discretion.”
How could he talk now? She shoved back toward his cock again. A second later, she realized his meaning as he pushed her legs so far apart that she couldn’t do anything.
And then he curved his hands over the tops of her thighs and yanked her back against his groin, sheathing his cock to the hilt each time. He controlled her completely, yet gave her exactly what she wanted, and the knowledge thrilled through her and exploded her into a climax as quickly as if he’d set off a bomb inside her. This time her spasms slammed into his thick cock instead of his fingers, and God, the sensation felt incredible. Her head spun. Despite her orgasm, each implacable thrust sent her even higher until her body shook with the brutal pleasure.
His hands tightened, lifting her knees right off the rock. He growled and pressed inside so deeply she felt his cock hit her womb and then the jerking sensations as he climaxed.
God, she loved the feeling of him coming inside her, knowing she’d given him that.
He eased his grip and lowered her until her knees again rested on the rock. As he massaged her butt, he rumbled a satisfied, “I enjoyed that, sugar.” A second’s pause. “But seems like I heard you making noise. What shall we do about that?”
Hellfire, I’m doomed.
Chapter Nine
In camp, as Kallie started setting up for supper, she felt wonderful. As long as she didn’t let herself contemplate anything other than sex, she was happy. And sex with Jake meant never having a chance to think.
By the time Jake had let her get dressed, she didn’t have a tense muscle left in her body. She’d hoped no one would notice the beard burns on her cheeks and neck, but from the amused glint in Mark’s eyes, her hope had been futile.
Her lips were probably swollen too, from both kisses and her punishment for making noise. She’d probably deserved it, especially when he removed the clamps and blood had rushed back into her swollen nipples. The sound she let out hadn’t been a scream…quite.
He’d set her on her knees, put his hand around his shaft, ran his finger around her mouth, and waited. She smiled at the memory of taking his heavy cock in her mouth. She’d traced the bulging veins with her tongue and licked the underside of the head. His shaft had grown even thicker, and she could see him exert his control to keep from grabbing her hair and hammering into her. But he hadn’t, and she’d slowly driven him crazy until he’d pulled
out and flattened her on her back beneath him. He’d seated himself with one hard thrust that made her gasp, and then ridden her until she had even more rock scrapes on her butt.
Damned if she didn’t want to do it all over again. The man had turned her into a nympho. With a frustrated sigh, she lit the fire.
“I’ll help you, Kallie.” Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Ryan looked at her in adoration. She’d made one conquest, at least.
“I’d love some assistance.”
He grinned and squatted beside her. “Cool. I’ve never cooked over a campfire. What do we do?”
“The trick is to let the fire burn down to coals before you put anything on to cook. While we wait, we’ll prepare the food.”
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