by Desiree Holt
He ran a nail lightly over her perineum, back and forth, and she could almost feel his eyes on her. Her pussy muscles clenched, and she tried to squeeze her thighs together to clamp down on the feeling rocketing through her.
"I want to take you higher than you've ever been,” Zane crooned, fondling her ass again. “All day I've thought about this, about watching you helpless, writhing with need, struggling for the orgasm that I hold just out of reach. Can you picture that, Jamie? Know how that would feel?"
He was toying with her clit now, rasping it with the pad of his thumb. She heard the sound of her own rough breathing in the air, felt her blood race through her veins as her body responded to him.
"I want to watch you come apart and know it's only for me. Just for me."
Although she was expecting it, her body jerked when the first slap landed on her ass. The heat from it spread over the surface of her skin. She couldn't swallow the moan that rolled up from her throat.
"You like that, don't you?” Zane's voice was husky and slightly unsteady. “The sting of my hand feels good to you, right?"
She nodded, heard a whimpering sound cutting through the air, and realized it was her. Strangely, after the first minute or two, she found it actually aroused her, if it were possible for her to be any hotter than she was. When the next stinging slap landed, she couldn't hold back, pushing herself into the flat of his hand. She wanted to shout, “More! Harder!"
Her pussy was dripping and her nipples throbbed with a heavy pulse. God, what was happening to her? Where was she letting him take her? No, not letting. Craving. She craved whatever he had in mind. She wanted him to fulfill every dark, depraved fantasy she'd ever had and never stop.
His hand came down again and again as he held her helpless to his movements. She tried to anticipate each touch, but the rhythm was uneven, as if he wanted to keep her off balance. Fire streaked from her ass to her thighs and cunt, and when one slap landed on her clit, she nearly came just from that contact.
Abruptly the spanking stopped, leaving her shockingly unfulfilled. What was he doing? Didn't he know she wanted more? When a finger pressed on her anus another wave of heat washed over her, blistering her skin. Another moan broke from her lips. The pounding of her blood roared in her ears.
"Know what I'm going to do, darlin'? I'm going to fill this little hole back here. It won't feel as good as it did last night with my cock in it, but this way I get to see it being stretched and taking a new toy I bought just for you."
His voice was hypnotic, mesmerizing her, and she realized no matter what he wanted, she would let him do anything to her. She sensed movement on his part, then something thick and cool touched the tiny ring of her anus.
"Just some lubricant, sweetheart, to ease the way for you."
His fingers worked it into her rectum, massaging her inner tissues, pushing the thick substance deep into the channel. Then he was pushing something at that tight opening, pressing, forcing the muscles to open.
"Breathe through your mouth, Jamie. Just like last night. This is a brand new butt plug I bought with this particular butt in mind. I promise you'll love it when it's all the way in."
Zane was right about being blindfolded and restrained enhancing every other sense. With her eyes blindfolded and her hands cuffed, her entire being was focused on what he was doing. Slowly, he inserted the plug into her rectum, pausing frequently to let her adjust to its thickness. She had never realized the sensitive nerve centers in that dark tunnel, but now they seemed to explode like incendiary devices, spreading their fireworks everywhere in her body and making her cunt clench in need.
"It's in, Jamie. And god, it's just the most beautiful sight.” There was a slight tremor in his voice. “Seeing your ass filled like that ... Jesus. I can hardly keep from coming right now."
Jamie wanted to come herself. All she could think about was how Zane's cock had felt in her ass the night before and the intense pleasure it gave her.
"All right, darlin'.” His breathing was nearly as ragged as hers. “I've got another little present here for you.” His mouth closed over her clit again, pulling on it, while two fingers slid easily into her vagina. “Oh, yeah. Nice and juicy. When you come, sweetheart, you'll lose your mind."
Something cool touched the opening of her pussy. A dildo. A rather large one. She worried whether she could take it with the butt plug so firmly inserted inside her, already filling her.
As if he could read her mind, Zane said, “It'll be fine, I promise you. Don't fight it. Just think about both of your channels filled to the max, not an inch of room to spare, and the need to come as it builds in your body. Your little muscles clamping down so tightly, squeezing, convulsing, spasming.” She heard him suck in a breath. “If I don't shut up, I'll come just from listening to myself."
Just as he'd done with the plug, he eased the dildo in slowly. By the time he'd inserted the entire length, she was so full she was sure she was stretched to the limit. Her nipples ached, her ass burned, and she had the sensation of two giant cocks inserted in both of her channels. She'd never experienced anything like it. Tremors raced over her body.
"Here we go, darlin'.” Zane's voice was low and rough.
He pressed against the bottom of the dildo, and when it began to buzz, Jamie realized it was a vibrator. The sensations radiated from her pussy throughout her body and through the thin membrane into the butt plug. Everything in her body seemed to be shaking.
And then Zane took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and placed his mouth over her clit, sucking hard.
It was too much, the intensity of it frightening her. She tugged at the handcuffs and thrashed her head back and forth, her hips twisting. Every part of her body was being stimulated, driving her to a plane she'd never before reached. The climax was roaring down on her, and she tried to pull away.
Suddenly, everything stopped. The vibrator was still and Zane's mouth and hands left her body.
"No,” she cried. As much as the place he was taking her terrified her, she wanted it. Wanted that wrenching climax that her body demanded.
When Zane pressed the vibrator's button, this time he upped the level and her body shook as if tossed by a gale force wind. She reached for the peak of ecstasy, but just as the wind was ready to toss her over the edge, everything stopped again.
Again and again he took her way up, only to pull her back at the last moment, until she was mindless with need.
"Please,” she begged. “Please, Zane.” She was nearly sobbing by now.
"All right, darlin'.” He placed a kiss on each cheek of her buttocks, then turned up the vibrator and went to work on her aching clit and nipples.
The orgasm built in the pit of her stomach and roared through her like an inferno. She wanted it. She was afraid of it. She couldn't handle it. Even as she fought it, the spasms built in intensity.
"Go with it, Jamie,” Zane crooned to her. “Let it take you. Don't be afraid. Ride it out."
"I can't,” she cried, trying to pull back. “Please, Zane. It's too much."
She fought it as the grip of something more powerful than she'd ever known clutched at her, but Zane was relentless. And then it took her, a tidal wave of sensation that shook her and tossed her. Her stomach muscles clenched, her pussy clenched, her rectum tightened on the plug, and her entire body shuddered. It went on and on until she was sure it would never stop. She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't stop quaking.
At last, the force of it began to subside. Zane turned off the vibrator and began to caress her, bringing her down slowly. He eased the plug and vibrator from her body, then gently trailed kisses from her ankles up the insides of her thighs, across her stomach and up to her breasts. When he released the clamps, pain surged through her nipples with the rush of blood, and he soothed each one with his mouth.
Finally, he unlocked the handcuffs, removed the blindfold, and lay next to her, pulling her into his arms. Her body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, and she
couldn't stop trembling. Her heart was thudding so hard she was sure it would leap from her chest, and all the air from her lungs seemed trapped in her throat.
She burrowed into his body as if it were the only thing that could stabilize her, the aroma of the candles and Zane's rich male scent, a clean, earthy scent, filling her nostrils like a tranquilizer. Aftershocks still raced through her body, and her thighs were sticky with the release of her juices. And still she couldn't stop trembling.
Zane murmured to her in his low, rich voice, his hands stroking her, easing her. His kisses were like feathers on her eyelids, her cheeks, and the line of her jaw. At last, she heaved a sigh into his chest and relaxed against him. Her bones felt like jelly, her skin like wet tissue paper. She wasn't sure she'd ever be able to stand another orgasm like that one.
Then she realized that, like last night, Zane had seen to her pleasure first. His penis was hard as a spike pressing against her, yet he only concentrated on her well-being.
Cocked and loaded, but he hadn't pulled the trigger.
Once again he seemed to know what she was thinking. “If you think I didn't get pleasure from this, you're very much mistaken,” he told her.
"But you didn't ... I mean, last night, too, you..."
"Hush.” He silenced her with a soft kiss on her lips. “The best is yet to come."
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Chapter Fifteen
Zane drew a hot bath, dumping the rest of her bath salts in the water. While the tub was filling, he took a small bottle of oil from his bag and rubbed it into Jamie's aching nipples.
"The nipple clamps looked beautiful on you,” he said, massaging gently. “I picked them out especially for you."
She wrinkled her forehead. “When did you do all this shopping, if you're supposed to be solving two murders, checking into my father's accident, and trying to find out who broke into my house?"
He grinned. “I'm the boss. I get to take some personal time when I need it. Come on.” He lifted her in his arms. “The tub's almost full. I've been dreaming about taking a bath with you."
Jamie wound her arms around his neck. “You have? Was that before or after you thought about running me out of town?” She wanted the words back as soon as they left her mouth.
Zane stopped just inside the bathroom door, every muscle in his body tense. “I thought we were past all that shit. Otherwise what was last night and tonight all about?"
She reached her hand up to his cheek and forced him to look at her. “I'm sorry, Zane. My mouth works without my brain attached. That was a rotten thing to say, but I haven't yet figured out how not to be on the defensive."
He shifted his gaze away from her, just standing there, holding her, her legs draped over his arm. Suddenly, he seemed a million miles away from her.
"Zane? Please forgive me. I want to be with you. To make love with you. Any way you want. It just seems I've been fighting the world for so long..."
Tears gathered in her eyes.
Shit. I'm going to ruin everything.
She pressed her face to his chest and kissed the hard muscles, tugging at his nipples with her teeth and licking them the way he had with hers. Her tears plopped onto his skin.
Zane drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, and she felt the tension seep from his body. His gaze drifted back to hers, and she flinched at the pain still lurking there. Then he forced a grin. “Maybe I'll have to spank you again for that."
She hugged him. “You can put me over your lap any time, Sheriff. Spank me as hard as you want."
His mouth crushed hers, the kiss stealing her breath and fogging her senses. “Don't ever bring that up again,” he said when he lifted his head. “We were both wrong, and it's over and done with. We're moving forward, Jamie. If you want to."
She pressed her cheek against his skin. “I wouldn't be here with you, like this, if I didn't want to."
"Okay.” One corner of his mouth hitched up. “Just watch that smart mouth of yours, darlin'. And I do owe you a spanking. Keep that in mind."
He stepped into the tub, still holding her, and lowered them both into the steaming, richly scented water. He cradled her between his thighs, his legs bent because the tub was too short to accommodate his length. His hands slid under her arms to palm her breasts again, his thumbs barely whispering over her sore, swollen nipples.
She nestled back against his broad chest, sighing, until the thick hardness of his cock pressed against the cleft of her ass. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, a grin teasing at her lips. “Feels like someone wants attention."
"And we're going to take care of him. In a minute.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just lie back against me and close your eyes. Let me soothe your body, ease those sore muscles, so I can pleasure you again."
"Much more pleasure and I won't be able to walk for a week,” she teased, but she leaned her head back against his broad chest obediently, closed her eyes, and let his fingers work their magic on her. She drifted, cocooned in his arms, the scented water lapping at her, her body rising and falling with every breath Zane took.
He bathed her as if she were a child, soaping the washcloth and trailing it over her. He washed her arms, her hands, even each individual finger. When he soaped her shoulders, he massaged the muscles until her head was simply lolling on her neck. With her breasts and nipples, his touch was like a whisper of wind, barely there. She gave herself to the lethargy that stole over her.
Her eyes popped open when Zane's strong hands lifted and urged her forward onto her hands and knees, her chin touching the surface of the water.
"What—"
"Shh,” he soothed, his deep voice like warm honey. “Easy. Let me take care of you."
He washed every inch of her cunt, working the soap into her with one lean finger, her inner muscles clenching as her nerve endings woke up again. He barely touched the tip of her clit, yet when he did, the tight coil low in her belly began unwinding again. Surely she couldn't be ready for him again so soon?
Next came the insides of her thighs, his hands working the lather into her skin. And finally, he separated the cheeks of her ass and inserted a soapy finger into that hot tunnel. He rubbed the lather into her tissues, then squeezed water inside with the wash cloth to rinse it away.
By now Jamie was panting, the calming effect of the bath replaced by growing heat.
"Spread your thighs.” Zane's voice was hoarse, his hands firm on her hips as he adjusted her position.
Water sloshed over the tub as he reached for something, she heard the tearing of foil, felt the movement of his hands as he sheathed his cock. He lifted her, his thighs between hers, spreading her wide, positioning her over his cock. The head of it nudged her open vagina, pressing firmly against her. When he was partway inside, Zane pulled her up and back so she was sitting on him, the heavy shaft sliding home until the tip of it bumped her womb.
"Tighten your cunt around me,” he murmured in her ear.
Jamie clenched her vaginal muscles, milking him, pulling a groan from him that rumbled through his chest. Bracing her hands on the tub she began to ride him, a slow up and down rhythm at first, then faster.
"That's it, darlin',” he moaned. “Move on me, just like that. Jesus, Jamie, slow down. Slow down. I want this to last."
His hands gripped her hips again, guiding her, setting the pace he wanted. As tender as her flesh was, it still softened to accept him and then tightened around him, long pulls at his thick rod as he moved her up and down. Her heart thudded heavily against her breastbone and her blood roared in her ears as passion exploded within her. She was aware of nothing except the two of them, connected, him inside her, and the steady ride up the rails of the roller coaster.
Zane's fingers tightened on her and pulled her harder onto his shaft with each movement.
"Reach down and touch my balls,” he whispered. “I've got you."
Sliding her hand beneath the water Jamie felt between her thighs and reached b
ackward until she cupped the heavy sac. Gently, she kneaded and massaged it, rubbing her fingers over the pleated surface. When she pinched the skin gently, his body jerked. With his hands firmly on her waist, he surged upward from the water, carrying her with him, still impaled on his cock.
"What—"
"I need to be in a bed for this.” His voice was raspy, hoarse. “I can't fuck your brains out in the bathtub."
He lifted her from his penis, then swept her up and carried her to the bed, grabbing towels from the vanity counter on his way. Zane tossed the towels onto the sheets and laid her out on her back. Warm fingers grabbed her ankles to spread her legs wide and, without preamble, plunged back into her.
Spikes of pleasure drove through her, radiating sensation to every part of her body. He rolled his hips and set a steady pace, driving into her harder with each thrust. In and out, in and out, and in and out, stretching her already swollen tissues. The tiny edge of pain burst into an explosion of sensual delight that consumed her. She was so stimulated, so electrified, she never wanted him to stop.
Harder, she wanted to shout, shocking herself. Locking her ankles around his neck she pulled herself to him as tightly as she could, trying to move her body more, but he had her nearly immobilized. She couldn't do anything except grab the sheets in her fists and hold on tight.
The air in the room was filled with the heavy sounds of their tortured breathing and redolent with the rich scent of sex. Through half-opened lids Jamie saw Zane's taut face, heat blazing from his eyes as they feasted on her body, hips rocketing as he slammed into her over and over. In the muted light of the room, he looked like a bronze god. Her god.
Without warning, she climaxed, her vaginal muscles clutching at him as spasms rocked her. Her liquid heat bathed his sheathed cock as her pussy clenched around him. He rode her through it, never lessening his pace, sweat dripping from his body, her legs still held wide in his hands.
The contractions subsided, leaving her struggling for breath, but Zane never changed his rhythm, stroke after stroke slamming into her body. Just as she was dragging air into her oxygen-starved lungs she was suddenly caught by yet another climax, slower but no less intense, her cunt tugging hard at the cock pounding into it. It was too much, more than she was used to, terrifying in its length and intensity, and she struggled to pull away.
