by CA Quigg
He held the cylinder in place and twisted the top, and with every twist, my clit was pulled inside. By the time he'd finished twisting, my clit already felt huge and engorged and stimulated. The bastard would use everything in his arsenal to make me come, to make me disobey him.
He picked up the smaller suction cylinders and placed one on each nipple repeating the same torture he'd bestowed on my clit. He twisted and twisted until my aching nipples were trapped inside the airless chambers. The sight was as odd as it was erotic.
"Seeing you like this makes me want to stand over you and splash my come onto your beautiful body so I can see it drip down your skin."
He drummed the tips of his fingers against the cylinder covering my clit, and unable to stop myself, I groaned against the ball gag.
"If you don't keep quiet, it'll get a lot worse."
I couldn't keep quiet, no way, and another moan crashed against the ball gag. Kit flicked the suction cup up and down. My clit pulsed and ached and felt ten times its normal size. I was on the brink of losing my mind. I moaned against the ball gag again, my incoherent words begging him to allow me to come. Begging him to fuck me.
I wanted him to fill me up. To slam his cock inside me. To make me the woman I knew I could be. Blood pulsed through my veins and pooled in my nipples and clit. How had I not known this kind of pleasure through pain was possible?
He reached around his back and produced a short-handled, leather flogger, and my and my hips flexed in response.
"This excites you?" He swished the tails through the air a few times, so they made a whistling, whooshing sound and then trailed them over my stomach and breasts. I waited and waited for him to strike my skin, but he didn't. Instead, he tickled and stroked until tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks and dripped off my chin.
Damn him. Damn him. Damn him.
"I can see how much you want this, but I'll save a true flogging for another time when you've earned it. I can't wait to see the black leather leave red welts on your creamy skin." I shook my head and disappointment at his refusal to flog me lay heavy in my stomach.
"Don't be disappointed, Emma. I have other things planned that'll make you feel just as good." He threw the flogger to one side and knelt between my legs, his mouth touching distance from my pussy. "I'm going to free your clit. Be warned and be ready, when the air hits you, it's going to sting and could overwhelm you."
He twisted the top of the cylinder, breaking the air lock and removed the tube. Fuck. He hadn't been lying. When the air hit my clit, it stung like a mother, and I squirmed against the pulsing riot of sensation, but at the same time, it was out of this world. Dirty. Erotic. Stimulating.
I squeezed my eyes shut, gasped and jerked back. My clit and pussy fluttered repeatedly. I'd lost all control. All sense of reason. Every bit of pain Kit caused me was softened by the pleasure that followed.
"Your swollen clit is a beautiful sight. Now for your nipples."
He reached up and released the cylinders imprisoning my nipples, and once again my screams hit off the gag. I drew in fast, shuddery breaths trying to ease the shock of the sting. I glanced down. My nipples felt harder than concrete and looked bigger than grapes.
Kit leaned over and took one nipple followed by the other into his mouth, which slightly eased the sting. And since an invisible wire ran between my nipples and clit, it took everything I had not to let go and climax.
When he tired of torturing my nipples, he backed off and reached into his bag of toys again.
"You need something to keep your exquisite nipples hard and swollen." He took out a set of rubber tipped nipple clamps and fixed them onto each distended nipple. The bite of the clamps shot twinges of pain through my nerve endings and centered on my very wet cunt and swollen clit. This kind of torture shouldn't have been pleasurable. But it was. Oh, it was.
If stopping me from climaxing was Kit's M.O., he wasn't doing a good job because everything he did pushed me even closer.
He knelt back and admired me. "Your juices are dripping from your pussy onto the sofa, but I wonder if I can get you even wetter." He picked up the vibrator and switched it on. "I think it's time we used this, don't you?"
There was no fucking way I could hold back. He pinched my outer lips together, trapping my still swollen clit between them, and touched the head of the vibrator to my clit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I tried to flex and grind my hips, needing more stimulation, but before I could feel anything else, he pulled the toy away. A few seconds later, he brought it back and then he repeated the process until my desperate, begging, pleading screams crashed against the rubber gag in my mouth.
I couldn't subdue the waves of my orgasm. I wanted it to end, but I also wanted it to last forever. I moaned and groaned and twisted and pleaded.
In an instant, Kit stopped everything he was doing. "Emma," he barked. "If you come, this all ends, and for the rest of our time here, I won't lay as much as a finger on you."
At that moment, I hated him but I also…loved him, and that realization punched me in the solar plexus making the room spin. I couldn't love him. I couldn't. I just couldn't, and I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.
"If you're ready and can control yourself, I'll continue. Are you ready?"
I nodded. Holding back would take a determination I didn't think I possessed, but I was ready for him to continue and I'd do my best not to come because I didn't want to disappoint him and I didn't want him not to touch me for the rest of the weekend. That would be a fate worse than dying in the back of a car with my jeans and panties around my ankles mid-masturbation.
"I've wanted to taste you ever since I saw you on your hands on knees in the car."
"Do it," I screamed, but the ball in my mouth made my words sound like a jumble of gurgled sounds. I strained to get closer to him. Strained to have him take me in his mouth.
Finally. Finally. He clamped his lips over the very area I needed him most, and a flood of relief surged over me. He sucked and licked and nibbled and bit. My head thrashed from side to side and moan after moan crashed against the gag. My mind blanked, and I got lost in the ecstasy of his mouth on me. Why had I denied myself this? Refused to allow any man to come near me? Because you were waiting for Kit, that's why.
He moved one of his thumbs to my labia and circled the opening. I writhed and wished I could open my mouth wide to free the sounds I had no choice but to swallow down.
Kit gazed up at me, the lower half of his face glistening with the evidence of my excitement. "I'm going to let you come on my mouth. And, I'm going to remove your gag so I can hear you."
Thank God.
He reached up and gently removed the gag, threw it to the floor then massaged my aching jaw. A rough and feral moan fell from my lips. If he wanted me to make noise, I'd give him everything I had.
"That's it, Emma. Let me hear you."
He fell to his knees, wrapped his strong arms around my thighs, and tapped the tip of his tongue against my clit.
I was going to fall apart.
I was going to explode.
I was going to die.
"Kit, please. I'm begging you. Let me come." I wrenched at my restraints, making sure not to drop the ball clutched in my hand.
With an evil smile, he clamped his mouth around me and sucked and sucked and sucked. I wanted to come so bad it hurt. Over and over again he stimulated me, but when I reached the edge and about to go into free-fall, he pulled back refusing to give me what I craved.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
A sob worked its way from my lips. "Yes."
"From now on, are you going to listen to me?"
"Anything. Please. Please. Please."
He lowered his head and swiped the flat of his tongue over my clit. One long lick was all it took. An agonizing orgasm crashed over me, pulling me under until I couldn't breathe. My body convulsed and pussy tightened pleading for his tongue, or his fingers, or his cock, to thrust deep and hard. The spas
ms kept coming and coming until I thought I would drown in swells of ecstasy.
When the waves of my orgasm tapered to ripples, every muscle in my body went limp. I sank back onto the sofa, and I dropped the ball from my hand. Shit. I hadn't meant to do that.
"Have you had enough?"
I let out a long shaking sigh. "No."
"I think you have," he said.
"I promise. I haven't. Don't stop."
Ignoring me, Kit reached up and removed the clamps from my nipples. He kissed and licked the distended buds soothing the pain, and when he was done, with no help from me—because I couldn't give any—he released my arms and legs and massaged them, easing their stiffness. I wasn't able to move or speak. The only thing I was able to do was to slump forward and catch my breath.
Kit grabbed a brown baby-soft wool blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped it around my body, cushioning me in warmth and safety. "Don't disobey me again, Emma."
I smiled and gave a weak laugh. "Don't disobey you? Are you crazy? If disobeying you means this will happen again then I'll go against everything you say."
Chapter Eleven
Emma
"I'm going to have bruises on top of my bruises. There's a reason I don't ski. It's because I could die." I kicked off the ski boots and jacket I'd found in one of the closets. After a night of very little sleep and a breakfast of coffee and flaky chocolate croissants, Kit had dragged me onto the Tandorf's private slopes and did his best to teach me how to ski on the bunny slope. By the tenth time I'd fallen ass over tits, I'd given up and lay in the snow giggling.
"You almost had it."
"You're the worst liar I've ear met."
He laughed and an emotion I couldn't quite place flashed through his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it had arrived.
"I wish you could be here for the first snow of the season. You'd grow to love skiing,"
"Nope. Snow is pretty to look at, and that's about it." I shivered and wrapped my arms around my waist. "What if I'd fallen and broken every bone in my body? What use would I be to you then?"
His eyes crinkled with a smile that lit up his face. "I could still make it work."
I held up my hands. "Is there a fetish you haven't told me about? I draw the line and having sex with someone when every bone in my body is broken."
Kit dragged me into his arms and threw his head back with laughter. Being with him was so easy. When I was with him, and when we weren't giving each other mind-blowing orgasms we were either laughing or smiling or teasing each other.
A wide jaw-cracking yawn snuck up on me, and I covered my mouth with my hand. "Sorry. I don't know where that came from."
His concerned eyes scanned my face. "Since I didn't allow you to get any sleep last night, you must be tired and are probably still jetlagged."
"I'm too wired to be tired or jetlagged."
"To keep you awake, I'll make you the strongest cup of coffee you can stand."
"Did you miss the bit where I said I was wired?"
He gave me a sexy wink. "You're going to need a lot more energy to get through the rest of today. No yawning allowed." He walked to the kitchen and popped a pod into a coffee maker that looked as if it belonged on a spaceship and not in a kitchen.
I followed him and slid my arms around his waist. The warmth emanating from his body was better than standing in front of the fire currently blazing in the sitting room. "I know something else that will wake me up more than coffee."
"Care to share what that is? In detail." He turned to look at me, his hooded eyes sweeping over my face.
Was he really challenging me to voice what I wanted? After yesterday, I'd more than proven what I was capable of.
"I want you to make love to me, Kit. I want you." In all of my life, I'd never said words more sincere, and my heart stilled waiting for his reply.
"I can't." He sounded gravelly almost like he'd swallowed shards of glass.
"Why not?" Stress, anxiety, and frustration got the better of me. "I've been good all day. I even skied. The most exercise I ever get is going from the fridge to the sofa, and back again. It's been hell not having you want me." There was a quiver in my voice, and I hated myself for getting so upset.
He leaned over and lightly brushed the tip of his tongue over my lips. His touch was stronger than a hundred volts, and all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and have him take me on the kitchen floor. I didn't need a bed or anywhere romantic. The hardwoods would do just fine. I slid my hand down his flannel-covered chest, pausing at his nipples.
"You're no good for me," he said, his eyes growing dark and hot. In a flash of movement, he pressed his lips to mine with a hungry intensity that left me gasping and panting.
He tasted like fresh air and excitement and something that was entirely him. His body was rock hard, and the feel of his heart beating against my chest made me crazed. He swiped his tongue inside my mouth and tapped the tip against mine before breaking away. "Turn around," he murmured against my mouth.
"What if I don't want to?"
"Turn around and brace your hands on the countertop."
"Make me."
With a roughness I'd grown to love, Kit spun me around, grabbed my hands and placed them on the stone countertop in front of me.
He yanked down the ski pants I still wore along with my leggings and panties beneath. "Have you ever been spanked?"
I wiggled my butt backward. "No."
Waves of pleasure pounded my body. Did he think spanking me would be a punishment? Ha! I braced myself and waited, doing my best not to squirm with impatience.
"When will you ever learn to listen?" He rubbed his large, smooth palm over the cheeks of my ass and I bit my lip, anticipating what was to come. If he took a second to sweep his fingers between my legs, he'd know how much I looked forward to his latest punishment.
"Never. Remember when I said if not listening to you meant I got more of this then I'd never listen to you?"
Thwack.
I jolted forward, and cried out, but I wanted more. And more. And more.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
Pleasure and lust exploded inside of me and flames of stinging heat radiated outwards. My pussy walls convulsed and contracted, grasping for something to squeeze. "Is that all you got?"
He rubbed the flat of his hand over my quivering skin "You like being spanked?"
"Maybe," I replied.
He reached between my thighs, coated his fingers with my wetness and smeared it over the rosette of my ass. My legs were now as shaky as my breath. I bowed my back and presented myself to him, hinting that I wanted him to spank me harder.
"I'd say more than maybe."
"Please, Kit."
"Please what?"
"Spank me. Fuck me."
"Is that what you want? You want your first time to be me fucking you doggy style right here right now?"
"God yes." He teased his fingers around my swollen labia, flirting with my waiting vagina before retreating. The fucking gorgeous asshole was teasing me. Taking his time with a calm and unhurried touch that maddened me. He aroused and moistened my pussy even more with leisurely caresses that left me a moaning and writhing mess of exasperation.
"Why are you doing this to me? Did I wrong you in a past life?"
"Patience, Sweet Emma. Patience."
He moved his palm to the crease of my thighs, spanking one side and then the other. Smack after smack rained down all over my ass. The controlled power behind his touch was undeniable. Pain blurred with pleasure. There was so much heat, so much fire, so much need, pulsing through my veins. A need I had no choice but to give into no matter what Kit said. I moved a hand between my legs.
"Don't you fucking dare." His voice was so rough and thick it was almost unrecognizable.
"You can't stop me." Mind-numbing pleasure rushed over me, claiming me, rippling through me and I screamed, crying out Kit's name. My hips and my fingers moved franticall
y, crazy with abandon and a catalytic orgasm claimed me, ripping through every cell of my body.
It took a few minutes for me to come back down to earth, and when I did, Kit brought his fingers to my clit and tapped the tips against the small bundle of nerves. I flinched and shivered and clung to the countertop. If I hadn't, I would've crumpled to a heap on the floor.
"Sensitive?" he asked.
"A little."
"Too bad." Behind me, Kit knelt and crushed his lips to my soaked and hypersensitive skin. I screamed and tried to get away, but he wouldn't release his grip.
"You taste so good. So fucking good." He nuzzled his lips against me; the hum of his words persuading my body it needed another orgasm.
"Then keep tasting." To give him deeper access, I widened my stance, but when I did, he stopped kissing and caressing me.
"I've been thinking, since you disobeyed me by coming once, you'll have to wait to come again by earning it."
"What? No way. How can you expect me to wait? You do things to me that make me want to be naughty and bad so that you'll keep doing those things." I looked over my shoulder at him. "I want you now. I want you this minute. I've wanted you every second since the day I met you."
A kaleidoscope of emotions flickered across his face. "I want you, too." The darkness in his voice conveyed his hunger. "You have no idea how much. I've never wanted anyone this much."
"Then why are you denying yourself? Take me. It's not like we've got all the time in the world."
"We might not have all the time in the world, but now isn't the right time." He skimmed kisses along my inner thighs, up over my still stinging butt cheeks, and across my lower back. "Get dressed."
"Seriously? Get dressed?" Pain jabbed my heart. Part of me wanted to scream and swear and hurt him the way his words had hurt me. Christ. I was half-naked and offering myself to him, but he wanted me to get dressed. But, really, what had I expected him to do? Fall on his knees and declare his undying love?
This was a fling for him. A few days to keep me entertained so I'd stop asking to meet Prince Kristian.
For crying out loud, I was only asking him to have sex with me. It wasn't like I was asking Kit for lifelong commitment or proposing marriage. None of those things would happen. I knew that. Of course I knew that, but I was still disappointed and devastated at him not wanting me as much as I wanted him. And I hated myself for that.
