Box of 1Night Stands: 21 Sizzling Nights

by Anthology

  She shook her head no. Panting, frantic to fight the pain that intensified with his every move, still she whimpered when his hands ceased their delicate torture. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing you can’t handle.” He clipped something to the chain that connected the clamps on her nipples, and icy links settled in a line down her stomach toward the junction of her thighs.

  She screamed, jerking against her bonds, afraid and excited beyond reason. “No.”

  “Yes.”

  He spread her open again, exposing her hyper-sensitive flesh to his demands. Passion wiggled past discomfort as he blew gently on her heated skin before his mouth closed on her clit, sucking just short of true pain. Jolts of pleasure-laced fire shot from her core to her head and burned along her scars.

  Caught up in the strange mixture of delight and agony, Brenna shuddered as his mouth left her and another clamp squeezed tight, closing over her tender nub with searing torture. She could no longer form real words, only moan and twist, begging him to stop.

  Kostas tugged lightly on the chains connecting her breasts to her clit. “I need you to focus a moment, Brenna.”

  “Fuck you.” Shivers escalated to tremors, tremors to shudders.

  He pulled the chain again in a sharp reprimand that demanded her attention. “Do you want to stop this? Say your word and I’ll end it.”

  She wanted the incessant throbbing to go away, but paradise hovered almost within reach. If she could capture it, maybe the rest would really end. What if he was wrong?

  “I need an answer, little sparrow.” Kostas’s long fingers slid into her channel, stroking in and out, coaxing the pleasure to surmount the pain.

  “Don’t.”

  “Be specific.”

  How had she fallen so low that the need for orgasmic release overshadowed everything else? “Don’t leave me like this, please.”

  ***

  God, help me. Kostas fought to maintain the distance his trainers had insisted upon. If he allowed his concern to control the moment, he would quit before she had broken through. He would not do that to the fragile woman beneath him. Slipping his fingers from her hot body, he steeled himself against her whimpered cry. She lingered on the edge, her legs shook and her silken flesh quivered. He kissed her hard. Her tongue mated eagerly with his, commanding his full participation. His cock hardened painfully, begging to take her, but he ignored his needs.

  Reaching across her waist, he grabbed the slender anal plug lying on the mattress and dipped it into a tub of thick lube. Shifting on his haunches between her knees, he allowed expectation to build. Her whole body had tightened in anticipation of his next move. He stroked her stomach in soothing circles, persuading her to loosen her muscles for him.

  “Tell me, please.”

  “No. The element of surprise, remember?”

  He tugged on her chain again, shifting her focus from what might happen to what was happening. She arched her hips off the mattress, trying to ease the strain on the clamps, and he used her elevated position against her. The first inch and a half of the plug pushed through her tight sphincter before she could fight it off. Her scream pieced his heart. She bucked and twisted as far as her bindings would allow, but the movement merely worked the intrusive silicone deeper.

  “Hold still, Brenna. Let your body adjust.”

  “Again, fuck you!”

  He laughed despite the fear and tension knotting in his stomach. “You will grow accustomed to the feeling more quickly if you relax.”

  “Yeah? When was the last time someone shoved a two-by-four up your ass?”

  Had he really hurt her? The passionate expression on her face claimed otherwise. “It is a little bitty thing, no bigger than my pinkie to start. You can take it.”

  Sliding the plug nearly out of her too tight hole, he watched for signals of true distress. Instead, she shifted upward again as if pleading for more. He obliged, pressing the toy steadily into her until the shoulder popped past her snug ring and only the pink knob at the base remained outside her body.

  “Oh, shit, that burns.”

  He grinned when her physical reaction belied the protest. A flush warmed her entire body rosy pink, and her tremors returned. Her lower lip disappeared beneath straight, even teeth as she quivered and writhed on the bed. He let her adjust, watching the ebb and flow of emotions wash over her face. As her knees quit shaking, he released both nipple clamps at once and blood rushed to the deprived area.

  “Ow! Damn it, Kostas, you’re a son-of-a-bitch.”

  Instead of responding to her insult, he gently sucked on the abused tips, each one receiving lavish and tender attention to ease the ache. He continued until her breathing slowed and she no longer whimpered. As soon as she relaxed, he tugged on the chain connected to her clit. Only the restraints kept her from flipping off the bed. She thrashed, jerking against the slender chain. Without warning he released the pressure and blood swelled the tiny nub beet red.

  It had to hurt, but she bit her lip harder and said nothing. Pushing her legs as wide as the short straps allowed, he found her distended clit and blew on it. She squirmed. He licked it tenderly. She moaned.

  Her pussy wept with primitive desire, and his cock ached to soak up its tears. He sat back once more to study her. Had he pushed her hard enough? If he let her tumble into orgasm, would she be able to at least compartmentalize the pain and manage it?

  “Do you get some sort of twisted pleasure out of pushing me to the edge and then backing off?”

  “Of course.” Her sexy, frustrated pout eased his doubts. Reaching into the toy pile again, he selected a butter-soft riding crop and a hot pink rabbit vibrator. “Trust me a bit longer, Brenna. I will make you glad you did.”

  “Kostas.”

  “Yes, little sparrow?”

  “Don’t disappoint me.”

  Chapter Five

  Brenna hurt all over, but she had never felt so alive, so unbelievably good. An erotic ache overrode the ghost pain, or perhaps it mingled with it until she couldn’t tell where one started and the other stopped. Her muscles coiled so tightly they quivered in spastic bursts. She needed release, but every time it crept close, Kostas would pull away, stopping before she could reach satisfaction.

  “Brenna?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “I need your focus. You seem to have retreated into your head.”

  “Yeah, well, I need something, too. Multiple things would be even better.”

  His big hands kneaded her breasts, pinching the too sensitive nipples. “If you do not center your attention on the moment, I will call it a night and leave you unable to deal with the consequences.”

  “You wouldn’t abandon me still tied up.”

  “Do you know that for certain?”

  Did she? Trust washed over her. Yes. “I could simply call Eve’s name.”

  His hands left her. “Is that what you wish?”

  “No!” Heat crept up her face as she protested too quickly. “I mean, I agreed to this. I’ll see it through.”

  His quiet moan eased her embarrassment. He trailed something velvety up the inside of her thigh. “Does that mean you agree to the conclusion of our night, as well, or merely the first portion?”

  Did she? Kostas had been so sweet. So considerate. How could she walk away and leave him unsatisfied? On the other hand, she had contacted the one-night stand site to get her life and confidence back, to overcome fear and pain, so she could move on. Drew hoped she’d return to him, but the idea made tears soak into the mask. She had no right to ask her best friend to sacrifice so much for her.

  Her thoughts danced in a dizzying whirl until Kostas snapped something against the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh. The unexpected slap ripped a sharp cry from her, followed by another and another as he continued to smack her thighs, belly, and breasts. Wide, flat leather stung her exposed pussy.

  The cuffs cut into her wrists when the last hit ripped through her. “Stop, please.”

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nbsp; The darting whip stilled immediately and returned to its sensual caress. “Are we done?”

  Understanding rang in his voice, but so did a cocky arrogance. “Did I say the word?”

  He chuckled. “I stand corrected. Perhaps you will enjoy this more.”

  She heard the buzz before a vibrator nudged against her slit. Finally, something normal. She relaxed too soon. Kostas slipped the rotating, vibrating dildo inside her and pressed down against the plug lodged in her rectum. Raw desire pulsed outward and upward. Before she could adjust to the sensation, he tipped the toy up and worked until he bumped her G-spot. She cried out again. Embarrassed by her clear reaction to his every touch, she bit her lip, desperate for a shred of dignity.

  The crop snapped against her nipple again as Kostas turned the vibrator. Two tiny fingers twisted and hummed over her clit as her ass came alive with opposing pulses. He continued to wield his strange magic, melding the pain into intense pleasure. “Kostas, please, I’m going to come.”

  He began to pull away, but she bucked upward, and he thrust to meet her. “Let go, little sparrow. You are safe in my hands.”

  Such a macho thing to say, as if a woman needed a man to keep her sane during an orgasm. She wanted to resist, to tell him off, but the tension had built too long. He rocked the toy deeper while he found her clit with his mouth and sucked. The tension twisted to an unbearable level. Fear, pain, desire, and joy burst through her skin as he nipped her and jerked the plug from her backdoor at the same time. Her body shuddered, arching high, convulsing as she rode out the most incredible orgasm of her life. Only the faint scent of his captivating aftershave and his quiet reassurance permeated the cloud of sensation. Without effort, he grounded her and kept her safe.

  ***

  Kostas tossed everything from the bed, untied her legs, and moved up to tug Brenna gently into his arms. She snuggled against his chest as aftershocks continued to ripple through her. He fought the urge to plunge into her, to mark her as his own. Instead, he rubbed her back in long strokes. “Are you all right, sparrow? Did it work?”

  “You mean did months of fear and pain disappear with one incredible orgasm?”

  He grinned. “Too much to ask?”

  “Probably, but I feel better. The ghost pain has subsided, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed.” She tried to move her arm, but the cuff held. “Are you going to take these off me?”

  “Thinking about it.”

  “But you’re hesitating. Why?”

  “I am not ready for you to see my truth. There is a reason behind the mask.”

  Pressing her lips to his chest, she offered him wordless comfort. “I’ve shown you my scars. Whatever it is that you’re hiding can’t be any worse.”

  “What did you decide about part two?”

  “Are you changing the subject?”

  “For now.” He slid his hand down her side and caressed the slight curve of her ass. She had always been slender, but there was not enough meat on her bones to keep his sparrow alive. “You should eat more.”

  “I usually do. I just haven’t been able to keep much down since the accident.”

  “My mother would love to fatten you up. She would bake kourabiedes and baklava or eggplant moussaka.”

  “Oh, Drew made grilled eggplant moussaka for me once. It was amazing.”

  He stiffened. “Who is Drew?”

  “My best friend. You actually remind me of him a bit, though he’s lost most of his accent from living in the States.”

  “But he is only a friend, I assume, since he did not stop you from coming to me.”

  “He tried. I didn’t listen.”

  His hand tightened on her hip. “Why was that?”

  “He deserves better than a cut-up freak.”

  Kostas grunted and tweaked her nipple sharply. “Have you learned nothing today? You are a fantasy, Brenna, too perfect for any man.”

  “You haven’t seen Drew. He would make Adonis self-conscious.”

  Goose bumps rose on her skin as he nibbled his way from her shoulder to the tiny hollow behind her ear. “Then you are his physical equal. Is he an ass? Is that why you run from him?”

  She laughed, and the light sound tugged at his aching cock. “I tell him that, but it’s not true.”

  The innocence in her statement made him smile. “So, what is it then? Why would you relegate such a godlike man to the sidelines?”

  “How is it your business?”

  He covered her impertinent mouth with his, kissing her until she strained toward him. When he lifted his head, her lips were swollen and moist. He tasted her again, though it did little to appease the yearning firing below his belt. “I want to make love with you, Brenna, to truly feel your passion directed at me, but that would be impossible if you love another.

  Her luscious mouth tipped downward. “I don’t want to discuss Drew. Tonight is about us. Two people with complementary needs and desires reaching for one another. Don’t make it more complicated than that, Kostas.”

  Her refusal to see beyond the moment hurt. He needed her. Not for the night or a week or even a brief affair. He wanted forever. “If you tell me no, I will understand, but I will not settle for less than all of your attention if you give yourself to me, even for a single night. If another man has a hold on your heart, say so, and I will walk away.”

  She pressed her lips to his chin in silent promise. “Drew’s my friend. That is all he can ever be. Now, take these cuffs off me so I can touch you. Allow me to fulfill your fantasy, Mr. Drakos.”

  Chapter Six

  He left the bed for a moment, and the rustle of expensive fabric whispered before he rejoined her. Nimble fingers unlatched the handcuffs and tugged her into strong arms and against a smooth, well-muscled chest. “Do not uncover your eyes.”

  “Why? I want to see you.”

  “Not yet, sparrow.”

  The man who had been so sure as he helped her break down the barriers she’d erected around herself suddenly sounded uncertain. Her heart squeezed in sympathy. She felt blindly for his face, holding him steady. “I won’t push.”

  Kostas’s smooth cheeks and the short hair beneath her fingertips conjured contrasting images of Drew’s perpetual shadow and thick lion’s mane. Guilt nauseated her, but she shoved the feeling aside to caress the gentle man in her arms, urging him to take what she offered. It was only one night. She owed him for his patience and kindness. She’d deal with her other feelings once she returned to the States.

  His mouth traveled over her, kissing and licking all the places he’d so recently explored, but with no agenda. No pain. No emotional distance. His touch worshiped her slight curves, paying homage to the tender scars. Shivers shimmied through her in unhurried delight. She kneaded his tense shoulder muscles, coaxing him to relax as he systematically melted her every bone. Compassion fell to pure desire.

  “I have wanted to hold you for so long, Brenna. Watched you grow from an inexperienced girl to a stunning, confident woman.” He traced his tongue over the hollow of her hip and nibbled inward, settling between her thighs with a breathy sigh. “So perfect.” Tender kisses sipped at the evidence of her passion, nudging and stroking, urging surrender.

  She groaned, heels pressing into the mattress, nails digging into his scalp. “Oh…you’re damned good at that.”

  He chuckled but did not cease his torment. Sucking harder, delving deeper, he shoved her over the edge of ecstasy. Easy, spine tingling waves of satisfaction rippled through her, melting her to putty for his pleasure.

  Before the tremors faded completely, she heard the crinkle of foil and the whisper of latex over flesh. Kostas knelt beside her and lifted her astride his solid thighs. The position pressed their bodies together. The flat planes of his rock solid chest tested the softness of her breasts while long hands explored her back and butt. She rubbed against his sheathed cock, wetting the condom with the natural lubricant his touch generated. Everywhere she could reach, lean muscles rippled
beneath her fingers. Shifting upward, she caught his thick penis in her hand and guided him to her body.

  “Are you certain, beautiful?”

  The endearment jerked her from the moment. Only Drew called her that. She bit her lip and nodded, willing herself to be kind, to finish what they had begun, but she wanted to scream. Kostas locked her in place and thrust upward, filling her with erotic bliss. Guilt hit hard. Drew would forgive the objective caresses of the pain training, but he would not understand her desire for the man inside her. She buried her mouth against Kostas’s throat to silence the stop word demanding release. It should be Drew coaxing her to yield, demanding she lay her inhibitions at his feet and accept him. Gripping Kostas’s hands in hers, she struggled for control while a virtual stranger penetrated her defenses and played on emotions she had no right to give. His fingers shifted and the smooth band of his pinkie ring scraped her palm.

  Every muscle froze while doubt and joy tangoed. She caught his smallest finger between hers and circled the ring, relishing its unadorned surface. Holding her breath, she slid downward noting the bend in the knuckle that tilted the lower half slightly inward. She bit down on his shoulder to keep from shouting as she rocked him deeper. Shuddering in unexpected bliss.

  ***

  “I love you.”

  Brenna’s words should have triggered happiness, but Kostas could find no joy in them. She had no right to love him. He was nothing but a stranger she had paid handsomely for the right to fuck. Still, her urgent movements swept him beneath her spell. He could not resist the siren’s call. Flipping her to her back, he drove into her, slamming deep, damning her for her betrayal, adoring her for the sentiment. When she writhed beneath him and whispered his name, he thrust harder, taking what she too willingly offered for one night of memories. Her tight sheath convulsed around his cock, forcing him from his mind back into his body. Orgasm did not hit gently. It seared through his groin, bowed his back, and stole his breath. Shudders jerked his muscles as he buried himself in paradise with a satisfied grunt.