by Kaliana Cole
He stalked around her, admiring the way the beads swayed with every breath. He ran the whip down the length of her spine, watching in the mirror as the resulting shiver caused the beads to swing and her body to writhe with the agonized pleasure the clamps bestowed.
He had one more device in his pocket, a specialized clit clamp that took delicate precision to use. Too little pressure, and it fell off. Too much, and it caused too much pain or numbed the wearer out, making the ultimate pleasure impossible, but it would be the perfect tool to hold Jade’s attention while he worked on overcoming her fear of anal play.
He knelt in front of her, giving the dangling beads decorating her breasts a gentle flick as he lowered himself to the rug. He ran the rounded knob on the end of the handle slowly up her inner thigh, watching the flicker of muscles play gently under her silken skin.
With a feather-light touch he slid the handle the full length of her shaven slit, up one side and down the other, its leisurely progress aided by the natural lubrication with which her body readied itself. Jade gasped as he looped her entrance, muscles clenching uselessly as she hungered for something to fill the empty void within.
Brett observed avidly as he let the knob press into her dripping opening before removing it again, teasing her relentlessly with the same press-and-retreat method he would later use to introduce her to the dark addiction of ass play.
Finally, he allowed the handle to penetrate her fully, watching as her pussy greedily held it captive, the flex of her internal muscles evident in the way the protruding part moved rhythmically. With the whip seated deep inside her, he began to torment her thus far ignored clit, blowing on the glistening bud where it peeked from its protective hood.
Her reaction was much stronger than he had bargained for as her cries escalated toward orgasm. No clamp for Jadey, he thought. She would come in one red-hot second. He backed off her clit, chuckling at her groan of disappointment.
“I’m so close, Brett. I know I’m not allowed to come until you say, but I don’t know if I can stop it,” Jade pleaded, her breath coming in short pants.
Brett rubbed soothing circles on her belly, settling her back from the edge. “Easy, love, you don’t get to come that easy,” he soothed. “When you come, it will be with two of my fingers buried deep in that lovely ass of yours.”
He stroked down the cleft of her ass, ignoring the clench when he brushed over her dusky rosebud. His other hand began to play with the whip held in the silken grip of her sex as his deft fingers gathered her copious cream, spreading it back to coat the puckered opening. She stiffened despite his gentle touch.
“What color are we at, Jade?” he asked, laying a gentle kiss against her heaving abdomen.
“Yellow,” she finally panted as he removed the crop handle from her completely.
He laid the pad of one finger against her clenched orifice and began to massage gently, stroking her softly. At the same time, he mirrored the sensation with the slickly coated whip at her wet and willing portal. “Just feel. Don’t think. Just feel and relax.” He finally felt the tight pucker relax under his ministrations.
Standing up, he adjusted the bindings on her wrists, lowering them until she was forced to kneel on the softness of the rug.
“That’s the way, love. Now keep your eyes open and on that mirror over there.”
He placed a big hand on her back and pressed her forward so her ass was presented to him. Adjusting himself wryly, he challenged his wisdom in not sampling the feast laid out before him. But tonight was for Jade. By holding back, he was building her trust in him.
He knelt behind her, his denim-clad knees ensuring her legs stayed nice and wide. He caressed length of her back, a settling touch to reassure her, to ground her before he began once more.
Brett watched Jade’s pleasure in the mirror as he ran the handle the length of her folds before sinking it deep in her vagina. The light slap he laid across her ass when her eyes closed brought a new rush of moisture to soak his hand.
Reveling in her heated response, he gave her a matching handprint on the other cheek, watching her eyes glaze as the erotic pain ran through her. He looked down in satisfaction at the renderings of his handprint on the creamy perfection of her buttocks. Her delicate skin showed his love marks so well.
He turned his attention back to the opening nestled between her blushing ass cheeks and rested the pad of his thumb against it as he fucked the whip in and out of her slick channel with slow deliberation. He watched each impalement and wondered just how hot she would feel around the head of his cock.
Pushing the thought behind the reinforced steel door of his self-control, he allowed her to move in rhythm with his thrusts, the motions making the weighted beads swing on her nipple clamps.
He marginally increased the pressure on her rosebud each time she rocked back against him. He was relieved to see the pink rim emerge as she relaxed into his touch, mewling in need, her face slack with passion as she struggled to watch in the mirror.
Gathering more moisture from her slit, he lined one finger up with the now relaxed rear orifice, backing off on the depth of thrust he was giving the whip so she came back looking for more. She took him to the second knuckle before she froze, feeling his impalement of her forbidden hole. “Where are we at, Jade? Can you feel the stretch, that bit of burn? You are relaxed enough that I know there is no pain.”
He flexed his buried finger a bit, bringing a gasp from her. “You can feel everything so much clearer in your ass. Every little movement.” He twisted his questing digit against her tight grip, the pressure ensuing in his fingertip enough to think she would burst the end of his cock clean off if he ever got it buried in the hot depths of her ass.
He waited while Jade examined the sensation carefully. He knew the foreign invader wasn’t in fact causing her any pain. Eventually, she pushed back harder against him.
“Greedy girl. I like that. Let me get you wetter, and we will see how much you can take.”
He spread yet more fluid over her rear entrance, coating his fingers with her slickness in the process. He worked her up to fever pitch, stroking his finger deeper in the tight confines of her satiny channel, matching the motion with more force as he drove the knobby handle within her. She let out a groan of surrender as he worked a second finger in, her head lolling back as she fought to keep her eyes open.
“You like that, Jade? Having both holes fucked at once? Imagine how good it’s going to be when you’re riding Nate’s fat cock, and I bend you over and work mine up your tight ass. So full. Stretched to the limit.
“You have two of my fingers inside you now, but I think you can take three. You look so damn sexy taking my fingers, Jade. Nate and Matt would love watching this, seeing you all flushed with pleasure. Do you like the idea of them watching? Because they love to watch, Jade. We all do.”
Jade’s desperate gasps turned into a whispered litany of “yes, yes, yes” as Brett’s torrid words found an answering chord inside her. The images he deliberately conjured made her burn hotter. Her eyes were obediently open, but Brett knew she was blind to all but the pleasure, so close to orgasm but not able to come without clitoral stimulation. Almost crying in her desperation to come, she begged him for relief, but Brett soaked up her pleading and looked for more.
“If I told you Matt and Nate were watching right now, would that make you hotter? That they can see your lovely breasts with the clamps pinching the nipples so tight?
“Well, they can, Jadey. Right now they are jerking off, watching my fingers disappear into your tight ass. They can see you push back for more. They know you’re a naughty girl. That you like to be spanked.”
He trapped the whip end between his thighs so he could continue thrusting with it like an undersized phallus as he delivered a volley of stinging slaps to her ass cheeks.
“Get ready, love. Here it comes. Scream my name for me.” He pinched her clit ruthlessly while he drove three thick fingers in her ass, all the way to the webb
ing and twisted.
Jade screamed his name as her orgasm rocked her, stunning Brett with its magnitude and length as she shook helplessly in its grip. Her muscles clamped down brutally on both his fingers and the relative slenderness of the whip as her womb convulsed wildly.
When she started to come down, he released the clamps, the blood flooding back into her tortured nipples triggering a second climax. Brett could only hope that, held in the throes of orgasm, Jade did not see the tears well in the eyes of the man holding her.
He was transfixed by Jade’s surrender. Never had he had a neophyte submit to her pleasure with as much abandon. For it to be this particular woman blew his mind.
He slid from her tight embrace and held her against him, laying a kiss against her back as the raw emotion of the moment threatened to swamp him. This is what he had spent countless years studying for. What he had built all the shields and control mechanisms for—a chance to show the woman who had seen him at his worst that he could master not only himself, but her too.
He reached out and released her bindings before picking her up and carrying her all-but-limp form to the adjoining bathroom. He turned the faucet and soon had the tub filling with steaming water. Sitting down on the ledge surrounding the deep bath, he took the time to simply enjoy holding this woman in his arms.
When she had come on long car trips with them as kids, Jade had always ended up sandwiched between Nate and him in the backseat. She had invariably fallen asleep on Nate’s shoulder before an hour had passed. But then she would gravitate to him, innocently nestling against him with a trust that belied her usual aggressive disdain. Those were the only times he knew real peace after his mother had left, holding Jade in his arms, her sleeping form pressed against him.
He threw a handful of salts under the heavy stream of water, knowing she might be a little sore both from fighting the restraints and his not-so-gentle exploration of her body. When the tub filled, he lowered her gently into the warmth of the water.
She stirred, turning limpid eyes to fix on his face. Her lips were rosy, the bottom one slightly bruised where she had bitten down on it trying to hold off her impending orgasm. He realized now that he had never kissed her. Never had he had those lips beneath his.
Normally kissing was not a part of a scene for him. He was more likely to suck a woman’s clit than kiss her lips. But he felt as if he was denying himself another simple pleasure by not doing so now.
He kissed her as she lay in the soothing embrace of the water. Sipping from her lips, not trying to evoke her passion again but to reassure with undemanding contact, he kissed her with more tenderness than he believed he possessed.
Breaking away slowly, he took a washcloth and began to wash her down, leaving no place forgotten as she submitted to his undemanding touch. Brett was gratified that still floating in the surreal afterglow of surrender, Jade accepted his ministrations. He got her an old sweatshirt and track pants to wear so she would be comfortable and carried her out to the lounge room, where Nate wordlessly held out his hands for Brett’s precious burden. He handed Jade over with a sense of loss, but with a persistent erection still riding him hard he couldn’t give her the comfort she needed right now and still keep his sanity.
Nate’s relaxed posture was a dead giveaway that he had already taken care of his own hard-on. More power to him, Brett decided and went to jerk off in the shower, knowing Matt was probably doing the same in his bathroom. The lad had always looked for seconds.
* * * *
Nate settled back with the woman in his arms. Jade could be prickly as hell when she was awake, but asleep, there was nothing sweeter.
He knew they had to talk soon. If he had noticed the darker areolas and fine striations of stretch marks here and there on her breasts and hips, he would bet his life Brett had.
Jade was keeping secrets.
He wouldn’t go behind her back to find out, but when the time was right, he would use a lot of persuasion to urge her to tell. Whatever had happened, it was a burden she shouldn’t have to bear alone.
Chapter 13
Jade awoke in her own bed the next morning with Nate quietly letting himself into the room. Dampness clung to the hair, teasing the collar of the cotton work shirt that draped his wide shoulders. She glanced around with a look of consternation. The dull light infiltrating the drawn curtains did not look like the first rays of dawn.
She glanced at the clock to see it was after ten. Shit! The horses needed feeding. Her scramble to get out was cut short by Nate sitting on the bed, pinning the covers and effectively blocking her escape.
“Horses are fed, and the stables are mucked out. It’s pissing down out there and cold enough to turn to sleet, so you don’t have to head out and start working.” He pressed her back onto the bed gently. “Just lay back and relax. You have been working yourself too hard, and God knows Brett wasn’t easy on you last night.”
Jade flushed at the reminder, crimson stealing to her cheeks as she remembered what Brett had said about Nate and Matt watching her. Last night it had been a turn on, but in the cold light of day she felt self-conscious and more than a little embarrassed they had watched her enjoy Brett’s depravity.
“In case you were wondering, I put your car back in the garage last night. It doesn’t look like the kind of thing you leave out in the weather.”
“Thanks, Nate. I don’t remember much about getting home last night. It feels like I had too much to drink except that I don’t have a hangover.” She gave him a grateful smile. “I do remember you tucking me into bed, though.”
Nate returned her smile. “Brett said things can become a little hazy when a sub lets go as much as you did. Don’t be embarrassed. It was beautiful to watch and incredibly sexy.
“And as for me tucking you in, I haven’t been home yet. You seemed reluctant to let me go, so I got to hold you all night. Not quite the way I envisioned my first night in your bed, but kind of satisfying just the same. You are so much less demanding when you’re asleep. Very refreshing, really.”
He adroitly dodged the pillow that was swung at his head. “Less violent, too.”
Jade used the opportunity to duck out the other side of the bed. “If you want less violence, you had better find some coffee for me before I get out of the shower.”
She went to make a queenly exit in the direction of the bathroom, but that was ruined when she stumbled on the long leg of the borrowed track pants hanging down over her foot. To Nate’s credit, he did wait until she departed, trailing the tattered remains of her dignity, before laughing.
The seductive scent of freshly brewed coffee met her when she left the steaming bathroom, pinning her damp hair in a loose pile atop her head. Following her nose, she found Nate and Matt sitting on her worn-out old lounge watching the rain coming down in sheets outside.
They each held steaming cups of her favorite Kenyan blend. Jade was relieved to see a third cup steaming on the battered coffee table. Wordlessly, she took the cup, savoring the heady aroma before taking her first sip, feeling the caffeine rush through her body waking nerve cells as it went.
She was pleased to find it was her favorite mug, the black one that read, “WARNING! Talking to me before my first cup of coffee is bad for your health.” The boys must have taken it seriously because they let her savor her coffee in peace.
She stood at the large picture window, watching the rain fall steadily. There was something mesmerizing about the sound of drops falling on a tin roof. Jade finished her first cup and went in search of another. Matty watched her with a hint of his usual smile; she guessed he found her morning caffeine reliance amusing. Nate was stoking up the old wood stove. Bacon was sizzling in a cast-iron skillet.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah, I could do with another cup, though.”
Nate took her mug from the two-handed grip she still had on it. “Go and sit with Matt. I’ll have to put on another lot.”
He turned her around and gently swatted her
on the ass, sending her back into the lounge room.
Jade shot him a dangerous look, rubbing the light sting away. She was thoroughly disgusted with the way her libido woke up at the heavy pat. She had noticed she was a little tender in the shower, mainly her nipples, but her ass felt a little tender, too. Inside and out, she thought wryly.
Matty was propped up in the corner of the old saddle leather sofa, leg half splayed across its length. He patted the area framed by his immense thighs. “Come and sit down. You look like you could use a cuddle.”
“Just a cuddle? You’re not going to start slapping my ass, too?” Jade asked acidly.
“Nah, doesn’t float my boat. I mean, if you really wanted me to, I could probably bring myself to do it.” He gave her a smile filled with the warmth of his natural good will. “But right now I just want another chance to hold you. Besides,” he added with a cheeky grin, “I’m still traumatized after being molested by your horse yesterday. Maybe I’m the one who needs the cuddle.”
Jade could not hold back the warmth of affection she harbored for the big man, feeling the smile break over her. She let him snuggle her in against his hard body, laying her head just below his chest. His heart beat strong and true under her ear as she curled her legs into the much-loved old leather.
Matt held her easily, absently running his thumb back and forth over the strip of bare skin exposed between the top of her track pants and where her shirt had ridden up. She couldn’t restrain a giggle as she felt his cock begin to stir under her stomach.
Matt grinned ruefully. “Just ignore him, Jade. He has no manners at all.”
Jade did try, but the sensation of feeling him lengthen and harden under the softness of her belly was downright thrilling, making appetites that had been well sated last night reappear, especially when she wouldn’t move enough to allow his erection to spring up and lay against his belly. It was forced to lay fully erect against his thigh. Every twitch brought an answering echo from her libido. She didn’t resist the impulse to grind her hipbone cruelly into the steel-hard cock beneath it.
