Sapphire

by Jeffe Kennedy

  “Done?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  Taylor shook the hair out of her eyes and blew out a breath. She’d kind of lost her mind for a moment there.

  “Taylor?”

  “Yes, I’m fine.”

  “You’re not fine.” He rose, bare chest gleaming as he paced to her. He traced her cheek with a gentle finger. “You’re starting to come apart. That brings a pain all its own.”

  He picked up the belt from the floor. “I’m not going to ask if you want to stop. I can see you need me to push you. And you know what to say to me. Say the word and I’ll bundle you into a robe, we can sit on the deck, drink wine and talk.”

  Sapphire.

  She didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop.

  “No.” The denial came out in a whisper.

  “So be it, then.”

  The belt cracked against her bottom and Taylor screamed. The tearing volume felt liberating, so she screamed again with each stroke of lashing pain. This time she was violently aware that it was Kirliss behind her, seeing her writhe under each kiss of his belt. The thought filled her with wild excitement.

  He punished her for her defiance and she took it. Reveled in it, even. Lost everything to it.

  Kirliss moved to the table again, the belt neatly coiled. He poured oil into his palm, working it over the brass phallus like she imagined he’d work his own cock. She nearly asked him to do that for her when he glanced over to see her watching.

  “See? I put this in and the dial—” he turned the ring at the bottom, making the lengthwise panels gradually flare, “—opens you up wider. I think you’ll like it.”

  Trembling, Taylor waited while he positioned himself behind her. His hands spread her tender cheeks and she groaned a little. The brass felt warm, slick and impossibly hard, pressing into her. She held her breath, tension riding her.

  Kirliss kissed the small of her back and she realized he must be down on the floor, seeing every fold and crevice while he worked that thing into her. He patted her straining thigh and chuckled.

  “Just now noticed? The view is spectacular. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Wish you were here.” His fingers stroked into her open sex and she shuddered, humming with it. “Ah, you are here.”

  Kirliss tucked a thumb inside her vulva, just beyond the rim of it, and feathered his long fingers through the folds of her labia and clit. She rocked her hips, the desire rising fast and hot to his touch. The movement drove the phallus deeper into her, stretching her wider open, violating and filling her in an alien way. And yet she couldn’t seem to stop herself, couldn’t hold still. A red-black haze filled her vision. She rode the wave higher, the twin stimuli of the phallus and his fingers driving her back and forth.

  Then he left her crying for more. Instead his hand reached up to her mons, anchoring her for a final thrust of the phallus, deep inside. A ragged cry tore out of her at the visceral invasion. He stood close behind her, holding the phallus firmly in place with one hand, embracing her with the other arm, lips against her ear while he murmured comforting words.

  When her breathing smoothed, he brushed a kiss down her throat, then busied himself with the little chains. Two he drew up through the crack of her ass to run over her hips and connect in front. The other two he pulled through her sex, delicately bracketing her swollen clit. When he hooked them to the chains at her belly, they clasped her clit in a teasing embrace. Feeling a little frantic, Taylor squirmed, trying to make them rub more or less. The invading phallus seemed to swell inside her and she longed to push it out. The chains tightened when she tried.

  “No, you don’t.” He tsked. He held her close, his naked chest slick against her breasts, as he reached behind her to make sure the phallus was firmly seated. He twisted the protruding dial and she felt her eyes widen in shock as the thing spread her more, sending whispers of pleasure and pain.

  “Please,” she gasped. “No more.”

  Kirliss smiled at her and turned it one more click. She choked on her plea.

  “Beg me to fuck you, Taylor.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then the other, then lightly bit her lower lip, the hot ridge of his erection rubbing on her belly through his jeans. “Beg me to take you now. You know it will happen.”

  “I won’t beg you,” she said, though she pressed hard against him. “Besides, I can’t know what I’m getting unless I see the merchandise first.”

  Kirliss raised an eyebrow. “You want to see?”

  “Lord knows I’ve shown you mine.”

  He flashed her a grin. “Indeed you have, sweet Taylor. And thank you for that.”

  He backed up a few steps and skimmed his thumbs over the button of his jeans. Her sex pulsed, all her muscles clenching on the phallus. Men’s bodies had never been particularly interesting to her. They were pleasant to eye and all that, but not arousing to her like his had become. The dusting of black hairs on his flat abdomen arrowed down to his groin. He slid the button through the denim, opening just a peek more of his tanned flesh, a denser trail of hair. He drew the zipper down. Slowly. Tantalizing her.

  Hunger filling her, she waited for the first glimpse of his cock. He peeled open the black jeans, letting them ride low on his hips. They caught on his thrusting erection, though, refusing to slide more.

  Taylor licked her lips, glancing up to catch the man’s eye.

  His smile curved, sly. Teasing her. “You have to ask nicely.”

  “According to you, I’ll see it sooner or later.”

  “Yes, but you want to see it now, don’t you?” Kirliss toyed with the edges of his fly, drawing them together again.

  “True. Strip for me, Kirliss. You owe me that much.”

  “Ah, my naked captive gets bossy. Say pretty please.”

  She’d said it before. Why did it feel more difficult each time?

  “Pretty please, Mr. Kirliss,” she whispered, her heart unexpectedly raw.

  “That’s my good girl.” He smiled. “She gets a reward.” He pulled the jeans free and let them fall down his muscled thighs. His cock, almost visibly throbbing, thrust in front of him. He kicked the jeans aside and strode to her, taking her breasts in his hands and rubbing the glistening head of his cock against her belly.

  He kissed her, deep and drawing. Swirling his tongue in her mouth, she drank him in with unending thirst.

  “Shall it be now, then?” He kissed her again. “Do you want me inside you?”

  “Yes!” The urgency tore at her, the mouth of her sex aching open, needing him to fill her like she was filled from behind.

  “Beg me,” he ordered, rolling her nipples. “Beg me to fuck you now.”

  Taylor kissed him back, sliding her tongue along the inside of his upper lip, savoring his groaning response. She wanted to. The words wouldn’t come.

  “I can’t.”

  “You will,” he promised. He tugged the chains bracketing her clit and she shuddered in his arms. “You’re close to begging right now. Let go. Let me in.”

  He pushed his cock between her spread legs, stroking its length against her dripping sex. Taylor moaned.

  “So hot and wet,” he whispered in her ear, running his hands up and down her back, teasing her turgid nipples with his chest. “You want me so much, M. And I want you. It can be right now.”

  “Yes,” she whispered back, “oh, yes.”

  “I don’t hear begging.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You can. This is between you and me. Only us. You’re safe. Beg me.”

  Frustration tore at her. Such a small thing. Stupid to be proud at a moment like this. Taylor opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come.

  “No!” she snapped, throwing back her head. “I can’t.”

  Kirliss kissed her exposed throat. “Not yet, perhaps. But soon. I can see the cracks.”

  He released her and walked to his little table of tricks. Cool air touched her skin where he’d been, making her feel oddly lonely.

  Fuck me, Kirliss. She tried the w
ords in her mind. Please, please take me now.

  He came back to her with a length of black silk cord in his hands.

  “I’m kind of glad you’ve held out until now,” he confessed, that feral smile lighting his eyes. “I’m particularly interested in trying this trick on you. You have very sensitive breasts. I expect spectacular results.”

  Taylor flinched as he looped the long black cord behind her neck, and he made reassuring noises. He crossed the cord between her breasts, then behind her back and around to the front, where he made a careful knot.

  He smelled of musk and man, sweat and lust. With his head bent so close over his work, she could nuzzle his cheek. She should call an end to this game, take him to bed and work out this crazy desire he’d cultivated in her. If only he wouldn’t cling so stubbornly to his terms.

  Kirliss then took her right breast in both hands and kneaded it, rolling it between his palms like bread dough. His golden eyes flicked up to her face when she groaned, but he didn’t comment. He grasped her breast in his left hand, stretching the tender flesh away from her body, and wound the cord tightly around the base of it, then tying it off to the middle knot. He repeated the action with her left breast, carelessly brushing her swelling right breast as he worked.

  That feeling of frantic urgency in her belly doubled. Her breasts swelled with the pressure of the cords, flushing obscenely red. She needed to touch and soothe them. Pulling at the ropes, she tried to escape the relentless press of her bonds. The phallus pulsed hard and heavy inside her, her hips pumping to relieve that pressure too.

  “It’s too much,” she muttered, not sure who she was saying it to.

  “Ready to beg?”

  Kirliss brushed her nipples with light fingers, the sensation rocketing through her like blazing gasoline. Her sex cried for comfort. Her skin felt ready to dissolve from the pressure inside.

  “Not quite? That’s all right—I have hours yet. I am a patient man.” He bent his head and licked the tender undersides of her throbbing breasts. She cried out a wordless plea. With slow and tender attention, he laved her tortured breasts with his clever tongue, circling ever closer to her nipples. But not touching.

  Kirliss took the cords dangling from the knot between her breasts and tied them to the chains running through her sex. Now when she thrashed under his tongue, every movement pulled on her clit. The touch to one became a tease to the other, a triangle of torment. Her mind tossed on the surface of the raging storm. She clung to pride like a dissolving life raft, the dark currents of desire threatening to pull her under.

  With the patience of a man who already has what he wants, Kirliss slowly licked her breasts, kissing and nipping. Circling and tormenting. He flicked a light tongue against one nipple and she nearly exploded from it. When his hot mouth closed over her breast, the fire raged out of control.

  Taylor rocked against him, chanting inarticulate entreaties.

  He released her and went back to laving her breasts, toying idly with the chain. Reaching behind her, he dialed open the phallus another click, sending aching electricity to her groin. He took to stroking, then lightly scratching the breast his mouth wasn’t on. Pinching the nipple so she cried out, then soothing it with his hot mouth.

  The waves crashed over her head. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t recall what she was clinging to.

  “Taylor?”

  She couldn’t answer.

  “It’s time to let go,” he soothed her. He sucked one nipple until she felt it might burst, then he turned his attention to the other. She clung to his voice. “Tell me you want me now.”

  “I do,” she gasped. It felt so easy. She’d forgotten why she shouldn’t say so.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I want you. Oh please, please, please, take me now. Please, please, please fuck me.” She chanted it, a mantra of desire.

  “Hold on to the ring,” he commanded. Blindly she obeyed.

  He was at her feet, unlocking the cuffs from her ankles. Uncoiling, he slipped his hands under her knees and lifted, spreading her for his rampant cock. He held her, cupped in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, the head of his cock just brushing her gasping vulva. She cried, trying to push onto him.

  His eyes bored into hers. “Tell me again, Taylor.” He kissed her, devouring yet gentle. She yearned to get him inside her aching sex, but he held her, just there. Just outside of what she needed.

  “Please fuck me, Mr. Kirliss,” she whispered.

  “You need me.”

  “Yes.”

  He tilted his hips, sliding just inside. She shuddered, needing to pull him tighter to her.

  “You need this.”

  “Oh, yes! Please, Mr. Kirliss. Please!”

  With a growl of triumph, he slammed into her, wrenching her open completely. The black wave washed over her.

  It swamped her. She drowned in the airless depths, spinning in lush currents where black and red pleasure drenched her.

  She was lost.

  No. She wasn’t drowning; she was in his arms, clenched to him, stretched and filled by him while he kissed her throat and murmured endearments.

  “Back with me, darling?” He kissed her mouth, coaxing her response, tasting her. He flexed his hips so he moved inside her and she trembled at it. “Ah yes, there you are.”

  He began stroking inside her, his eyes fierce on hers. She felt the pleasure riding up again, not so devastating this time. Not the fire, but the seeping lava, crawling through her, lighting every pore.

  He pushed deeper and she cried out, speared by the sensations, the chains around her clit rubbing between them as his groin ground against hers, the phallus in her bottom pulsing against her straining walls. The scattered hairs of his chest teased her swollen nipples. It all built again, so keen, so sharp she couldn’t bear it.

  “No, don’t close your eyes,” he growled. “It’s me you’re with. Me inside you in every way possible.”

  He lifted her hips, nearly off of him, then let her down as he thrust up. A song of intense pleasure ripped out of her, taking the shape of his name.

  Over and over, he thrust into her, forcing the lava into every crevice. Even as his features contorted, turning feral with his own pleasure, he watched her.

  She gasped up to the peak, balanced there, impossible pleasure holding her suspended.

  “Now, Taylor!” he demanded and fastened his hungry mouth on hers.

  She convulsed over him, spinning apart again and yet held tight by him. He pounded into her, pouring himself into her, his seed and his breath. She clung to him, wishing she could wrap her arms around his neck. Instead, she vised his hips with her thighs and fed on his mouth, drinking him in.

  Drenched with sweat, sated for the moment, they rode out the shimmering aftermath, slowing, falling gently back to the room with the cheerful fire.

  “Hello, M. Wonderful to meet you,” he murmured, kissing her cheekbones, her temples. Easing himself out of her, he lowered her feet to the plush carpet. She swayed and he steadied her. Taking up a towel, he dipped it in a bowl of ice water and wiped her down, first bathing her overheated face and throat with welcome cool. He unknotted the cords around her crimson breasts, laving them with the cloth while she gasped with relief at the rush of blood flowing through.

  Attentive to every inch of her, he cleaned and soothed, wiping their combined fluids from her thighs.

  But he didn’t remove the phallus. Instead, he carefully arranged the chains bracketing her clit into place, stroking her with sensuous fingers while he watched her face. While she shuddered at the touch.

  Was it possible he wasn’t done with her?

  She tried to frame the question to ask, but that part of her mind seemed to be not responding. Asleep with sticky-sweet pleasure.

  He went behind her and lowered the ring.

  She dropped her arms, shoulders aching. Kirliss came around her and untied her hands from the ring. He freed her from the ring but left her wrists bound toge
ther. His cock lay hard and heavy against his thigh. Awakening again.

  Oh yeah. He still wasn’t done.

  He led her to a spot in front of the fire and coaxed her to her knees. Pliant, she let him arrange her in front of the fireplace, bound hands outstretched, her cheek against the velvety rug. He placed a cruet of oil next to her head and knelt behind her, spreading her knees and raising her hips. She moaned and he ran soothing hands over her back.

  He busied himself with the chains around her waist and they slithered off. Grasping the phallus, he pumped it inside her. A shock of pleasure ran through her, visceral, intimate. The pressure diminished, then emptied as the hard thing slid out.

  She shivered, turgid nipples brushing the carpet. He took up the oil and she imagined him coating himself with it. Using those elegant hands to stroke his own cock. Then those fingers were on her, sliding into her, slick, hot, beyond intimate.

  She whimpered and he held her still, making her let him in all over again.

  The head of his cock was at the entrance to her anus, impossibly huge, like a fist stretching her wide. He held her hips fast and pushed in, an irresistible hammer that forced her to open for him, to yield in a way she’d never imagined she could.

  Small sounds came out of her. Of pain or pleasure, she could no longer discern. It no longer mattered.

  When he buried himself to the hilt and held there, a moan escaped her that sounded more animal than human.

  Kirliss caressed her back, her splayed thighs, shuddering with restrained tension.

  “Are you with me, darling M?”

  “Yes.” The word had no sound the first time. She tried again. “I’m here.”

  He flexed inside her, settling more deeply, and she groaned. The intense violation had shattered something that had been cold and sharp. Now the pleasure of having him in her filled her senses.

  “I’m going to hold on to your hips and I want you to sit up, slowly, and lean back against me.”

  His strong hands bracketed her hip bones, keeping him sealed tight against her, while she sat up. He shifted inside her, impossibly long and hard in places she’d never felt. She leaned back against his naked chest, the skin-to-skin contact soothing and electrifying. He gathered her long hair and brushed it over her shoulder so he could kiss down the line of her throat while he arranged her knees to splay wide on the outsides of his thighs.