Twenty-Four Hours (Shattered Boundaries Book 1)

by Anthony, Carolyn

  “I asked what interested you about your field of study. Why you went into sexual psychology, marginalized areas of sexuality. I wanted to know what about the relationship between a Dominant and a submissive interested you. You said the psychology behind a power exchange. The idea of trusting someone enough to know they’d push your limits without going too far—keeping them safe, caring for them, willingly giving up that power.”

  He stepped back until he reached her closed bedroom door and the flannel robe hanging on a hook in back of it. He unhurriedly pulled the long, soft flannel tie from the loops of the robe, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. He noted the tension had returned to her shoulders before walking back in front of her.

  “The other thing you mentioned...” Gripping the tie in the middle, he fed it through his hands until he reached the ends. “Is that restraint fascinated you above everything else, but you’d never trust anyone but me that much.” His eyes fell to the tie and then returned to hers.

  He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard and tried to quell the trembling that spread from her hands to her entire body.

  “I remember,” she breathed.

  Jake bent down so he was at eye level with her.

  “That hasn’t changed. Has it.” He asserted instead of posing it as a question, since he already knew the answer.

  She cleared her throat. “No. It hasn’t.”

  Looping the tie around her neck, he wrapped the ends around his fists, pulling her face to his until their lips barely touched.

  “We’ll start easy.” He let go of one side of the sash, sliding it around the back of her neck. The soft material skimmed along her skin, leaving the hairs on her nape standing at attention. He loved how responsive she was to the smallest thing he did to her.

  “Give me your hands.” He held his out.

  When she just stared at him, his eyes narrowed. “Eve. Hands, honey.”

  With a small nod, she put her trembling hands in his steady ones.

  “I got you.”

  He smoothed his thumbs over the pulse points in her wrists until the quivering calmed a little.

  Her chest expanded as she filled her lungs with air and let it out slow, her soft breath warming the skin under his shirt. Eve was a creature of habit, so this would be new to her, hard for her, but the slight tremble in her body, the dilated pupils, the sexy way her lips slightly parted, he could also see the curiosity, the excitement.

  Jake gave her a small nod of approval before taking each of her hands in his. He kissed the pulse points on each wrist before putting her hands together in front of him as if she were praying. Not giving her too much time to think, he worked quickly, folding the sash in half and wrapping it around her wrists twice.

  Efficiently, he twisted the loose ends across each other, ran one end between where her wrists touched and the other between her hands above where the sash was wrapped. After lifting her hands up, so they were against her chest, he secured the loose ends in a square knot and stuck his finger under the sash. Placing her hands on her lap, he stood back up and tipped her chin up to him. He stepped away, admiring his work and the dark material against her pale skin.

  “Beautiful.”

  He smothered a smirk as Eve twisted her wrists left, right and tried to pry them apart. It was snug enough that she couldn’t move them, but not tight enough to cut off circulation. Still, she began to tremble.

  “Breathe, baby.”

  Crawling on the bed behind her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to the headboard with him, so she was sitting between his legs. He rested his chin on her shoulder, brushing his lips over her earlobe.

  “What are you feeling?”

  “Um...”

  “Don’t censor. Say it.” He bit down on her earlobe.

  “Nervous,” she admitted softly. “I’m not going to be able to touch you like this.” She held up her hands in front of them.

  He smiled against her collarbone at the tremor in her voice.

  “You’re not. Tonight’s about you.”

  With his hands on her waist, he slid her closer to him, lifting her elbows until her tied hands looped behind his head. The position cut off her range of flexibility, forcing her to arch her chest in order to stay comfortable. He dropped both hands under her breasts, skimming his fingers under the swells, just enough to make her nipples pebble more.

  “Too much of a stretch?” he asked as he took her hardened buds between his fingers.

  “No,” she muttered, squirming around until she was comfortable.

  “I missed everything about you, baby,” he spoke evenly into her ear, occasionally biting down on her earlobe. “Everything. I missed how responsive you are to my touch.” He alternated between steady rubbing and intense pinching, using his words to fuel her hunger. “I missed how hard your nipples get for me.”

  When she moaned long, he pinched her harder. Jumping at the sharp sting, he immediately soothed her, covering her entire breast with his hand, just holding her, applying pressure. Back and forth, he played with her until her chest rose and fell faster. Stretched the way she was, she was stuck until he moved her. She could move her legs, but whatever position she fidgeted into, none of them eased her tension.

  Just where he needed her.

  Taking her hot earlobe between his teeth, he bit down hard enough on the soft, puffy skin that she pushed back against him.

  “Lift your legs over mine, baby.”

  One by one, she gracefully lifted her calves over his. As soon as she was settled, he opened his legs, spreading her wider and earning him a sharp gasp.

  “Shh, good girl.” He ran both hands down her ribcage to rest on each of her silky soft inner thighs.

  “What I missed most...” With his chin still on her shoulder, he looked down her body, moving one hand to the top of her mound and two fingers down along her lower lips, pulling them back. “Is how wet you get when I touch you. You could tell me no all you want, but your pussy never lies.”

  Her warm breath heated his ear as he gazed down her lithe body. Her swelling clit peeked out from behind its hood, pink and needy. Dipping his middle finger down to her entrance, he teased around her opening, coating his finger with her juices.

  “Dripping, baby. I fucking love that,” he groaned to her as he lifted that finger back up to circle her tiny bud with slow wet circles, careful not to give her the direct contact he knew she needed.

  “Open your eyes. Watch me touch you.” He kissed along her shoulder to the slope of her neck and bit down. “So gorgeous. From now on, when I want, you’ll watch what I do to you.”

  * * *

  One by one, Eve willed her eyes open and glanced down her quivering body. Her breasts lifted with each ragged breath she took in. The sight farther south was what stopped her mid inhale. Graphic and vulgar...and the most erotic sight she’d ever beheld. There was a dark sort of beauty to watching Jake’s tan hands teasing between her pale, wet thighs. From her stretched out position, she had an unobstructed view of her drenched folds. His fingers glistened in the candlelight, wet from her arousal, circling around her engorged vulva.

  “Jake—please.” The need to come was almost cellular, pulsing like electrodes throughout her entire body.

  “Mmm. I’ve always wanted you to watch. Watch how wet you get, watch how I touch you, how your body becomes mine.”

  “Yes,” she groaned and pushed against his hand. Jesus, had she ever needed come this bad? “Only yours.”

  “Fuck, baby.” His lips teased at her ear. “You’ve never been this wet. Bondage works for you, love.”

  Moving his hands from her body, he carefully lifted her arms from over his head and placed them in front of her. He rubbed her shoulders and biceps for a while before moving out from behind her.

  She bit back the scream throttling up her thr
oat. Quivering, gave way to shaking as tears welled on the sides of her eyes, blurring his image as he straddled her legs and framed her face.

  He crushed his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue deep and holding her still as he plundered her mouth. She moaned into his as he framed her face and lowered her down so her head lay on the pillow.

  Strong hands guided her tied ones up above her head to one of the wrought iron bars on her headboard.

  “Wrap your hands around the bar and keep them there. Don’t move. You hear me?”

  “Yes—yes.” She stretched her body out under him, gripping that bar as if it were a lifeline.

  “Good, baby.”

  With a quick, hard kiss on the mouth, he moved down her body until he sat at her feet. Wrapping his hands around her calves, he lifted her legs and wedged both hands under her knees, splitting her legs wide, so wide that the sides of her knees touched the outside of her breasts. He bent and ran his tongue from the bottom of her opening up over the top of her clit, where he used just the tip to flick at the swollen bud with feather light licks.

  She arched her back off the bed on a long moan, trying to get him to give her more.

  “Don’t you come until I tell you to.”

  “I can’t—can’t stop it,” she pleaded, the pressure in her clit turned to a sharp throb as her entire lower body contracted harder and harder.

  “You can. You will.”

  With every lick, every stroke over her ultrasensitive flesh, she undulated under his hold. The past times they were together, Jake drove her hard, forced her to keep up with the hungry pace he set, but this was different. He took his time, taking each of her swollen lips into his mouth, suckling them, caressing them with his tongue, his lips. Heat built and flooded her core, scalding that small part of her body where she needed him most.

  Every so often, he’d lap at the top of her hood with the flat of his tongue, each time eliciting some inaudible, desperate sound from her. If her hands were free, she’d be digging them deep into her forehead to divert the increasing pressure from one part of her body to the other.

  Shifting his hands, he alternated the soft flicks of his tongue with harder circles of his thumb. The smooth, wet glide of his tongue in contrast with the rougher stroke of his skin only made the thump, thump, thump in her clit worse.

  “Jake—please.”

  “Not till I say, Eve” he answered, never breaking contact. He spoke against her skin. The movement of his lips against her swollen pussy built until she teetered on the edge of orgasm. She bit her lip trying to hold her climax off through his unyielding torture.

  One more stroke, just one more over the top of her and she wouldn’t be able to hold it off—even for him.

  Moving his mouth off of her entirely, he placed one hand over her entire vulva and pressed hard.

  “Easy....”

  “Please. Please. Please—”

  Movement became even more unbearable. Every covered inch of her pussy throbbed against his hand. She clasped the bar between her tied hands harder, using it as an anchor, trying to ease the mounting tension, but she was too far gone. Words became slurred groans and inaudible cries on her tongue.

  His middle finger pushed against her cleft and he began rubbing slow pressured circles around the entire area with his palm. The arm slung over her abdomen held her down harder, stopping her from moving her hips against him.

  He slipped his middle finger down the top of her hood to circle around her clit. He wedged his other hand under the cheeks of her ass and slowly pushed his thumb into her drenched pussy, coating it with her arousal.

  Ragged breaths turned into a steady pant and her vision became hazy. As he slowly slid his thumb down farther, he rubbed lightly along her perineum, teasing between her entrance and that forbidden place.

  “Jake. I—”

  “Shh, relax for me, honey. Just relax.”

  When she inhaled deep, he slid his saturated thumb around the rim of her ass. At the same time, he slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. Thoughts of right, wrong, forbidden, acceptable, scrambled in her brain. The soft sucking and alternating flicks had her body lurching toward him as he kept up the continual slow circles around her tight rosette.

  Nerves she’d never considered flamed to life and she grew more restless. When he began kissing her pussy as he would her mouth, Eve slammed her head back into the pillow, her body shaking.

  “Come for me, Eve,” he ordered before sucking her clit hard.

  The words combined with the sucking, the rubbing, kicked off a series of spasms, exploding up her core, over her chest, to her head and down her legs to her toes. She screamed his name and felt her body bathe him with a heavy flood of arousal.

  Where Jake usually brought her down slow, worked her until she calmed, tonight he didn’t.

  As soon as she came, he got to his knees, lifted her up and turned her away from him so her back was to his front.

  “Watch through the mirrors, baby.” He maneuvered her body so they knelt in the center of her bed sideways with the mirrors of her closet doors in front of them.

  It wasn’t enough. She wanted her hands. Wanted to touch him, hold him to her. The sexy chuckle in her ear brought tears to her eyes. She just...needed at this point.

  “Relax, sweetheart. Not your call. Now bend over. Hands in front of you. Rest your forehead on your hands, ass in the air. If you need to see me, look up, baby. The mirror’s right in front of you, but I want your ass in the air.”

  Holding her hips, he helped her down until her forearms were braced on the mattress, her head resting on top of her tied hands and her ass high in the air. The throbbing throughout her body kept her head from getting in the way, from not thinking about the vulnerable, exposed position he’d put her in.

  Until he moved away from her and off the bed.

  “Jake!” She cried and glanced around her arm at him.

  “I’m right here, honey. Right here.”

  The rustling of clothes behind her should have settled her down, but it only made her shake harder. The anticipation of feeling him against her, deep inside her, intensified the searing pain in her core, demanding to be filled. Never before had she hurt this bad. Never before had she needed him inside her as she did in this moment.

  As the mattress dipped behind her, she spread her legs more, offering herself to him.

  “Now isn’t that a beautiful sight.” He rubbed her ass cheeks, over and over. The calluses on his hands soothing and stimulating her skin at the same time. With two fingers, he pushed inside her needy body a few times, before pulling them out. “Mmm. That’s how I need you, baby, dripping wet.” Pulling his fingers out, he brought them to her rear entrance and rubbed them both around the tight puckered opening, coating her with her own lubrication and keeping the stimulation steady with his thumb.

  When the smooth tip of his cock pushed through her swollen pussy lips, the head rubbing over her sensitive clit, she reached her hands out and pushed her face and chest into the mattress, moaning long and loud, trying not to push back into him.

  “Don’t hold back, Eve. I want to hear what I do to you, how good you feel. Look up. Now.” To emphasize the demand, he slipped just the tip of his cock inside her entrance, just enough to set the nerves inside on fire.

  She wept with need as her body clenched down on him, the contractions grew harder and faster with each pass of his thumb over the sensitive skin of her ass.

  He wrapped one hand around her hip and pulled her back against him. “Push back into me, baby.”

  Needing no further invitation, she leaned back, her breath catching as he thrust his heavy cock deep inside her. When the stretch became too much at the sudden invasion, he let go of her hip and brought that hand down hard on her left ass cheek. The pain of the stretch inside her mixed with the sharp sting of
the slap and she jolted up on her forearms.

  “Jake!”

  Jake’s hand on her lower back slowly pushed her back into position.

  “Easy, just feel. Does it hurt? Think before you answer me.”

  Long and slow, he pulled out and slid back into her as he rubbed her sore cheek with one hand and continued that erotic circle around the rim of her ass with the other.

  “No.”

  The rubbing soothed the pain of the slap, the stretch built her body back up in seconds, and his thumb circling her back entrance brought about a fresh flood of arousal.

  “Can you feel that? Can you feel how wet you are?”

  Her only response was to push back into him harder. When he picked up the pace and buried himself to the hilt, Eve couldn’t hold it in any longer.

  “Jake—please!”

  Reaching a hand around her hip, he rubbed the place where their bodies connected, gathering her arousal on his fingers before caging her clit between two fingers. When she gasped and buried her face in the mattress, her body quaking from the triple stimulation, Jake stopped moving.

  “Honey, look at me. Look up.”

  When she met his gaze in the mirror, he pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving an empty feeling.

  “I want you to push back into me. Take a deep breath, let it out and push back into me.” Releasing her clit, he kept his hand there, running small wet circles over the tight bud.

  Keeping her eyes locked to his, she took a deep breath in and slowly pushed back into him. As the breath left her body, Jake surged into her hard and the thumb he’d been running around the outside of her ass breached her opening at the same time. Not a lot, but enough that the foreign sensation stopped her cold.

  “Don’t stop. Keep coming back. Take this for me, baby. I know you can.” In and out, he penetrated her ass with the tip of his thumb.

  Having never had anything inside that area of her body, the penetration felt foreign. It was uncomfortable and at complete odds with the extreme pleasure of his cock steadily sliding against the upper wall of her channel. The slow, hard thrusts of his dick and the steady circles on her clit short-circuited her brain. His thumb shallowly dipping in and out of her tight rosette not only awakened nerves she’d never known she had, but emotions buried deep flooded over her.