by Rynne Raines
It seemed rather reckless to let a man she hardly knew chain her up and have his way with her. However, Caitlyn could think of nothing else but how her body trembled from his touch.
They reached the pedestal, and he wasted no time before hoisting her up by her hips onto her knees. God, he was strong. She wasn't a small woman. Men never tried to lift her, but he did it as if it took no effort at all.
The platform of cushioned velvet skimmed along her bare knees with a lover's caress. My, my, the man had thought of everything to make a woman comfortable even when chained up like a prisoner. He rounded to the front of her. Past his shoulder, she spotted something on the bed. “What are those?"
He yanked her wrists and locked them in the padded restraints to the bar above her head, then flashed a wicked grin. “You didn't think I was just going to tie you up and fuck you the old ordinary way, did you? Relax, they're all new. I opened a sex boutique in the club a year ago and being the owner has its benefits."
At that, she shuddered. He had access to unlimited sex toys. Just which ones did he plan to use on her? To be honest, she had fantasized about someone trying out all different kinds of things on her for years now, but ironically, she never found a partner she felt comfortable enough to do them with. Who would have thought her first kinky experience would be with a perfect stranger—perfect being the key word.
"Jesus Christ,” he breathed, “I knew that dress wasn't doing you justice.” With no warning, he grabbed both her breasts and squeezed. A cry tore past her lips.
God, how did he know her breasts were already heavy and nipples taut? That they strained against the fabric of her corset and begged for his touch? On top of that, how did he know she wanted them squeezed so hard, as if he were desperate to feel her? Other men hardly bothered with her breasts. Few cared that playing with her nipples alone could bring her to orgasm; they always went straight for home plate.
Caitlyn focused on the feeling of his hands as they drifted along her arms and down her back while he circled behind her. Curious, she tried to look back but the cuffs had her so extended it was impossible.
"Mmm,” he groaned and skimmed her ass, both his thumbs trailing against her thong. When he pulled the thin sliver of fabric aside, exposing her hot flesh to the brisk air, she clamped her thighs together. His tongue clucked seconds before his palm came down quick and hard against her bare ass. She jolted, and the chains at her wrists rattled. Vicious desire ripped through her. The sting made every part of her pulse. She burned for his touch.
"We can't have you holding your legs together all night,” he murmured then shoved her knees open wide. He strapped her ankles down so far apart that even when she pulled her legs together, they didn't meet. “That's better."
Another sharp slap scalded her ass. She jerked again, yet this time there was no room for movement. Her arms stretched high above her so that her back sloped in an arch while her naked legs spread wide.
Nothing would stop him from doing whatever he pleased with her other than saying the safe words, but she sure as hell wasn't about to do that—not when this was the hottest she'd ever been for a man. As far as she was concerned, the words “monster” and “truck” no longer existed. She never would have guessed feeling vulnerable and exposed would have made her, the insane control freak, feel so damn good?
He unclipped her satin corset and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts spilled out, but he leaned over her back and palmed them in his massive hands, pinching her nipples between his fingers. When she groaned and craned her head, his lips brushed her ear. “Someone likes that, harder I bet.” He pulled her nipples until she let out a short quick breath and thrashed. “Lucky I have will power, sweetheart, or I'd be fucking you so hard right now."
"God, Evan, you're killing me,” she breathed.
"Just wait until I put clamps on these perfect little nipples. You'll really be thrashing."
Clamps? Yes, she had seen them in the sex shop, and they actually were the one thing she contemplated buying but hadn't planned to use them alone.
He sauntered to the bed, tore open a package and held up two clips attached to a silver chain with a small weight draped from the end of it. Returning, he dug his hand into his pocket and produced a long piece of fabric. A blindfold. She gasped and met his gaze. Before she could say a word, he placed the cloth over her eyes and tied it tight behind her head. The room went black.
The sound of chain jangled suggestively, and she sucked in a breath. “Will it hurt?"
"In a good way,” he assured, then captured her mouth for the first time. His kiss was savage and hard, and she parted her lips to welcome his tongue. Dear lord, he tasted good. His tongue stabbed deep, exploring every inch of her greedily. She squirmed while he took his time devouring her. He plucked at her nipples, rolling one tender bud between the tips of his fingers before she felt the pinch of one clamp. She moaned into his mouth as he moved onto her other breast. When he let go, the weight on the end of the chain dangled and added to the sensation. Evan had been right. Tingles surged through her in darts of biting pleasure. It was so intense she literally swore into his mouth.
A growl ripped from his throat just before he gripped her hair and pulled back, tearing his mouth from hers. “Easy, you want me to come all over myself?"
That made her want to curse again. She'd never had a man desire her so much that he actually might come on himself, but relished that knowledge as its power flooded through her veins.
"We're just getting started here."
"I don't think I can take much more now,” she whispered truthfully.
A sudden tug on the chain strained her nipples further and forced her to whimper in ecstasy. “Oh believe me you can, and you'll love every fucking minute of it."
Evan took a step back and studied his magnificent prisoner. Shit, she looked amazing. He rubbed his palm against his cock and repositioned. Never had he been this hard. The chain gleamed in the light and drew attention to her perfect tits.
He fought another growl, then glanced to the bed. How experienced was she with toys? Not very, from the way her eyes had flashed when she spotted them. When he stroked between her cheeks with his thumbs she had jolted, which made him think she was inexperienced with anal, too.
Either way he would start out slow, and of course give her exactly what she wanted. He knew women. Hell, he'd practically made a profession out of wielding pleasure, and when he slapped her ass and she had gone wild, he knew exactly how to please this one. A few more cracks of his palm and she probably would have come then and there for him. Fuck, he loved that.
The sudden silence made Caitlyn a tad nervous. She moved her head left, then right. No use—she couldn't see a damn thing. It seemed strange she felt empty without his touch. Here she was in the most vulnerable position of her life with someone she barely knew. Yet that only made her blood pump quicker.
The blindfold enhanced her other senses. Her sensitive nipples strained between the clamps, the slightest breeze of cool air making them burn and tingle. Not only that, but she could acutely feel every trickle of moisture that dripped from her weeping entrance to halfway down her naked thighs. God, she was dripping for him, and as he said, they were just getting started.
The sound of a striking match caused her eyes to open under the dark fabric. “Evan?"
When he didn't answer, she tried to move, but the clamps pinched tighter, forcing a high pitch sigh past her lips. Arrows of ecstasy assaulted her in rapid bursts. Damn, the man had talent. His hands weren't even on her, yet still he managed to pleasure her.
Without warning, something hot and damp touched one of her nipples, flicking and taunting. It didn't take long for her to recognize it as his tongue tracing long lazy circles around one tender peak. She involuntarily jerked, surprised at how responsive they had become. When he cupped her breasts and squeezed, she let her head fall forward and cried out against his bare chest.
Still he said nothing. Had his scent not burned itself in
to her memory she might have questioned if it were actually Evan, but the smell was not one easily forgotten, rich and smooth. His skin burned against her lips. She opened her mouth and sank her teeth into his scalding flesh just hard enough to earn an appreciative growl. It was Evan, all right—no man growled the way he did. In fact, no man did a lot of the things they way he did.
When the fondling stopped, emptiness filled her once more. Curse him for tormenting her this way. If her hands were free, she could be conducting her own blissful torture, but then that wasn't what turned him on. He got off on pleasuring her. “Evan,” she whispered again, and then something hot and searing dripped onto her breasts.
At first, she cried out from the sting of hot wax and struggled to break free, but he didn't stop. It astonished her that each following drop sent her into a new world of rapture, making her want to scream. But she couldn't. Her breath had caught in her throat.
He took his time while he worked his way over her shoulders and down to the small of her back. The hot wax beaded between her shoulder blades, along the slope of her spine, and as it reached her ass, his hand was on her, stroking her clit between two fingers.
"Somebody is fucking soaked,” he murmured in a tone so potent a person could get drunk off it.
Shocked by her body's reaction to his words, Caitlyn shivered. She didn't know a man who could curse and talk dirty without sounding crass, but Evan could have used the most vulgar word in any language and it would have only made her want to fuck him more.
Smoke filled the air, but it was from Evan blowing out the candle. The respite well needed, Caitlyn worked to calm her rapid pulse by taking a few ragged breaths, but before she could get control of herself, he yanked her panties as far as they would go down her parted thighs. Her heartbeat quickened again. What more could he possibly have up his sleeve? More wax, more clamps? Just the thought nearly brought her to climax.
Her head snapped back when the sudden pressure of his fingers filled her, stretched her. The slow, steady strokes caused fluttering in her abdomen. She moaned as those long lean fingers probed her to a depth that she hadn't thought capable of reaching. He continued to thrust until the moment she was about to climax.
Then, he pulled out.
"Please,” she begged.
"Not yet.” He dragged his honey-slick fingers up and down her swollen slit, between her cheeks until completely coating her. As he found her tight anal opening with the tip of his finger, she jerked.
"Oh God,” she gasped.
"Ever had someone touch you here?"
"Only once,” she managed. “And it really hurt.” He circled his finger and new waves of pleasure rolled over her. “It never felt like this."
"That's because I know what I'm doing. By the time I'm finished, you'll be begging for my cock here.” He inched the tip of his finger inside her, and she bit back a half moan, half blissful cry. “Good girl, scream for me."
And she did.
His strokes lengthened, and as he slid deeper, the sudden desire to feel his cock pounding her from behind overwhelmed her. His tongue flicked over her clit, and if she hadn't been tied up, her legs would have given out. It was coming again, the pressure building, pleading to be unleashed. Suddenly she heard a familiar buzz. Vibrator? Good God, he would use that on her, too. Vibrations started against her puckered bud, and she let out another short scream. Before she could recover, two fingers plunged deep back into her slick sheath. How he managed all this made her wonder if he had three hands, but then she realized the vibrator was ringed around his thumb.
The sensation was too much. She tried everything to pull away, but his other hand came down against her backside, this time harder. Her body convulsed while tidal waves of pleasure threatened to drown her. Fingers pumping, he milked her orgasm for everything she had. Caitlyn wanted to collapse from the intensity, but she couldn't. Her fists clenched and toes curled as the last shudder surged. A shattered sigh escaped, but without pause he V'd his long fingers, spreading her tender folds, and began tonguing her again. He reached around to the chain and gave several short, sharp yanks. She couldn't speak, nor even moan.
"Fuckin’ hell, you're beautiful when you come,” he ground out.
She barely heard him. Her mind was spinning with the aftershock of having the longest orgasm of her life. But his game wasn't over yet. He hadn't come. And each second that passed without him inside her was pure agony.
Evan let his eyes drift along the curve of her back at the pools of dried red wax that he had bled across her perfect cream skin. It surprised him his restraint was already wearing. Normally, he could spend an entire night pleasuring a woman before allowing himself to come, but with her, he wasn't entirely sure he could wait much longer.
The musky scent of her filled his nostrils as he leaned down and indulged in a long lick. Her flesh quivered against his tongue. She tasted just as he'd expected, like goddamn white nectarine, sweet and tangy. The flavor danced on his tongue, mingling with his own saliva.
Caitlyn stirred with anticipation as his tongue played over her moistened flesh. She heard him unzip his pants and that alone made her moan. He would fuck her now, and the sound of his name cried from her lips would remain burned into her subconscious forever.
"Bet you want me to fuck you hard, don't you, Caitlyn?"
She let out her own low growl as the velvet tip of his cock ground against her clit, then teased her soaked entrance. “Well?"
"Yes, damn it, Evan. Fuck me hard."
On those words, he drove into her. There was no testing her tightness or waiting for her to stretch to accommodate his massive cock. No. He slammed into her with no mercy, and she loved it. With another fluid movement, he thrust again. He must have thrived on the sound of her moans because his hips moved faster and harder against her, leaving her no time to catch her breath. As Caitlyn stared out into the blackness and choked on her own splintering cries of pleasure, she pictured his face, his body, his hands—no man had ever brought her to these heights.
Just when she thought her body couldn't take any more, vibrations started on her clit, and like he had done before, his finger pressed into her anus. But this time, with the strain of his cock stretching her to new limits, his finger felt huge. Amazingly, even her breasts weren't left out. Each time he slammed into her, the chain swung, yanking her nipples like another set of wicked fingers. One explosion after the next hit her like a semi head on and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control the spasms that followed. Evan continued to pound and it only made the pinnacle of ecstasy that much more intense.
This world of forbidden and erotic pleasures he had shown her was beyond her wildest dreams. Surely, she had suppressed her inner desires all these years, but now she knew exactly how she wanted to be fucked, and by whom. Evan Chambers.
He followed her climax with his own powerful release and slammed into her so deeply she swore she could taste the tip of his cock on her tongue.
"Fuck,” he cursed as his body quaked in long violent tremors.
Even to hear him come turned her on. This might just be the man of her dreams.
A few minutes passed before his hands were on hers, releasing her wrists from the chains. Body sated from his divine torment, she hadn't the strength to hold herself up. Thankfully, he anticipated as much and snaked an arm around her waist to catch her before she fell.
"Easy, beautiful,” he murmured and wrenched the straps off her ankles.
His whispers soft, she hardly heard it over the pulse in her ears. When he removed the clamps, her nipples burned and ached, but the tenderness only reminded her of the blinding passion from minutes before. He cupped her breasts a moment to warm them, then gently lifted her into his arms and carried her. Something endearing tugged at her heart about how carefully he laid her down on the bed and adjusted a pillow behind her head before he removed the blindfold.
It took a few seconds until he didn't look like one giant tower of blurry light, but when her eyes found h
is face, she couldn't have dreamed up a more beautiful sight. She debated what was appropriate to say but came up with nothing. Honestly, she hadn't been prepared for such tenderness to follow the animalistic sex they had just shared, but when he slipped into the bed and drew the satin around her, the awkwardness vanished.
Although now, she wondered what would happen next. He had done as promised and given her the experience she needed to satisfy her unanswered questions. Just because they had shared one night of passion didn't mean jack in this day and age. Suddenly she glanced around the room, and the horrid thought of how many other women he'd had here tore into her mind. Her throat tightened.
"Well, isn't that wheel just spinning away in your head now?” He narrowed his eyes and grinned.
She offered an uneasy smile and hugged herself inside the sheet. “I was just wondering how many orgies you've conducted in this room.” She threw out her feelers in a teasing voice with hopes that the number hovered within double digits.
"Ah,” he murmured and pulled her against him so she had no choice but to lean her head on his chest. “Well, you can relax. This room wasn't actually built until a few weeks ago. You're the first in here."
The weight in her chest lifted a little. At least she no longer imagined hoards of much more beautiful women than she lying in this bed with him. Even so, uncertainty filled her about what to do next—gather her clothes, let him get back to his business beyond these four walls and forget they had ever crossed paths?
He smoothed back her sweat-dampened hair and trailed his lips across her forehead. “So, can I assume you won't be coming here to harass my clientele ever again?"
She went rigid. “No, you don't have to worry about that happening.” she assured him in as casual a tone she could muster.
She couldn't be upset, not after having the most mind-blowing sexual experience of her life. All she could do was take this for what it was, one incredible night with one incredible man.
