by Maya Banks
Hell, he had to stop looking at her lips. His dick was already about to bust out of his pants. He had to focus on something else because all he could imagine were those swollen lips wrapped around his cock.
She ran her tongue over her top lip, a nervous gesture that made him groan out loud. She jumped when the sound exploded from his mouth and he reached automatically to reassure her.
“Christ, baby, if you only knew what I was imagining about those lips and then you run your tongue over them. There’s only so much I can take.”
A gleam entered her eyes. “How long do we have?”
His brows furrowed. “How long do you need?”
She slid her hand between his legs. “I think that depends on you.”
He fumbled for the intercom. “Take the long route.”
“Yes, sir.”
Bethany’s hand had already slipped into his pants, past his boxer briefs. His breath escaped in a long hiss when her fingers curled around his rigid length. Then she leaned in, her mouth hovering precariously close to his.
“Do I have permission to suck your cock?”
He nearly came on the spot. Her breath blew warm over his mouth and it took every ounce of his control not to roll her over on the seat and fuck her until they both passed out.
“Hell yeah,” he breathed.
“Help me out,” she murmured as she tugged at his fly.
“Happy to oblige.”
He yanked his pants down and heard the ripping of material. He shoved them down his thighs, allowing his swollen, aching dick to surge upward.
“Tell me how you want it,” she whispered.
Her gaze found his and he saw uncertainty shining. His heart softened. She was trying but she was also scared and unsure. She wanted his dominance. She needed it. Just like he needed her.
His hand tangled in her hair and he brought her forward, pulling her head down to the tip of his dick.
“Take it deep,” he said.
Her tongue tentatively found the slit where precum already beaded and he groaned when she traced a path around the head of his cock. He curled his hands around her nape, stroking and massaging, offering silent encouragement.
She slid her lips down his length, covering him inch by inch with her warm, wet mouth. The pleasure was intense. Almost unbearable. So fucking exquisite.
“When I tell you to stop, you stop immediately, okay?” he said.
She glanced up, his dick sliding from her lips. She nodded.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby. But if I come now, it’s going to shoot my plans for the evening all to hell. I’ll let you work me up until we get to my place. But then I’m taking you up to my bed and I’m going to tie you up, hold you down, and fuck you until you scream my name.”
A shiver worked up her body. Her pupils flared and her lips parted in a quick gasp. Her pulse accelerated against his fingers where he circled her wrists. He smiled at her reaction. It was definitely time to take the gloves off. She was ready. He sure as hell was ready.
But still, he’d give her one last chance to opt out. To tell him if she wasn’t ready. He’d never do anything to push her too hard, too fast.
“If you’re not ready for this, you need to tell me now, baby. You need to understand what’s going to happen tonight. I’ve held back because I didn’t want to rush you. I didn’t want to overwhelm or frighten you. Tonight, though, it’s going to be a different story. I’m going to use a crop on your pretty ass. I’m going to mark you. I’m going to own you. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. Do you understand? Can you accept that? Tonight you step into my world.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide.
“Be sure, Bethany. Be very sure of this. And at any point, if it’s no longer what you want, then you tell me no. It’s that simple. You say no and it stops. Instantly.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Are you afraid?”
She shook her head.
“Is this what you want?”
She nodded.
“Baby, talk to me. You’re starting to worry me.”
She smiled then and his relief was crushing. She wasn’t afraid. She truly wanted this.
“I want you, Jace. The real you. I don’t want you to hold back. What you want excites me. I just hope I won’t disappoint you.”
He groaned. “Jesus, baby, you have to stop with that shit. You aren’t going to disappoint me. The fact that you’re giving yourself so sweetly to me. That you trust me. That you’ll allow me to do any damn thing I want to. That’s a fucking dream. Hell no, you won’t disappoint me. It’s not possible.”
She leaned forward to kiss him, her hands curling around his erection once more.
“How much more time do we have now?” she murmured against his mouth.
chapter twenty-six
Bethany knelt on the rug in Jace’s bedroom, her entire body taut with anticipation. Jace stalked around her, circling her like a predator would his prey. She felt deliciously hunted. She tingled from head to toe over all the things Jace had said he would do to her tonight.
She had told Jace the truth when she’d said that she’d just about tried it all during her sex-as-oblivion phase. Kink, no kink, she’d been open to anything. The overwhelming difference, however, was that she’d never done any of those things with a person who truly cared about her and whose priority was her well-being and pleasure.
She was positively itching to experience all of that at Jace’s hand. She loved his dominance, his strength and his authority over her. Loved his firm hand. But she’d known he was holding back, not giving her all of him. Finally, that would come to an end. Or at least she hoped it would.
Adrenaline buzzed through her veins, soaking her in a high like she’d never experienced. No pill or drug had ever given her anything close to this. If only she could bottle it.
She jumped when the tip of a leather crop skimmed over her shoulder and down between her breasts. She hadn’t even seen him get it out. Had been too lost in her excitement.
He was still dressed, and she was completely naked. His sleeves were rolled up. She reacted to that image. He looked as though he were about to go to work. On her. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous, terrified, excited as hell and unbelievably turned on.
He trailed the edge over the tips of her breasts in turn. Her nipples hardened as he stroked the leather over them, coaxing them to further rigidity. Then he let the crop drift lower, to her belly, and then lower still until it glided over her mound and then around the curve of her body to between her legs.
She gasped when it slid between her folds, over her clit and into her wetness. And she was wet. Very wet. He rubbed it lightly, going lower until it touched the mouth of her pussy and then he shifted it higher to stroke her clit once more.
Her breathing sped up and she closed her eyes, helplessly arching upward, unable to control her reaction to the featherlike brushes. The crop could be used for pleasure. Just as it could be used for pain. The contrast fascinated her. Made her want to experience the opposite sensation. The snap of the leather against her skin, marking her as he’d promised.
His marks. His stamp of possession. Proof that he owned her.
God, it sounded so barbaric. So unbelievably delicious and decadent. Owned.
Protected.
Cherished.
She moaned softly as he lifted the crop through her curls and back over her mound. Then he lifted the tip to her mouth, her eyes widening when she guessed his intent.
“Lick it clean,” he said huskily. “Lick your juices from the leather, Bethany. Taste yourself. Taste your desire.”
Hesitantly, she stuck the tip of her tongue out to the leather, her eyes glued to him, seeking his approval. There was satisfaction in his eyes. No sign of disappointment.
Growing bolder, she pulled the crop farther into her mouth, never letting her gaze drop from his, and she sucked lightly at it and then laved her tongue over the surface, catching the sli
ght musk of her moisture.
Without warning, he pulled the crop away and snapped it over the side of her breast, catching her nipple and areola with the flat edge.
Fire—and surprise—caught her unaware and she gasped, rocking back on her heels. It was the most perplexing sensation. Pain. Instant sharpness. But then a throbbing ache that slowly faded to a warm hum. Strangely addictive because she wanted more. Wanted that burn because she knew what would follow.
Her nipples were on fire. So very hard, puckered and rigid, straining outward as if begging for the crop. Was she insane? She was practically begging him to hit her again.
He popped the other breast and fire exploded over that nipple. She closed her eyes and swayed, drunk on the instant buzz that settled into her blood.
“You’d look fucking hot with nipple piercings,” Jace said in a silky voice.
Her eyes popped open in surprise. Jace did not look like a guy who appreciated body piercings in the woman he was involved with.
“No one would ever see them but me,” he murmured. “Our little secret. And it would drive me crazy knowing what was underneath your bra.”
It made her want to run out and find the nearest place to pierce them. Only, ouch. It sounded painful and not in a good way.
“Get up on the bed,” he commanded. “On your hands and knees, ass out to the edge. Keep position, no matter what I do. You aren’t to move. You do, however, have permission to make whatever sound you like. I want to hear them. Want to hear each gasp, each cry, every moan when the crop strikes your flesh.”
She reached down with her hands to push herself upward, knowing she didn’t have a prayer of remaining steady. She was already so drunk on desire. She weaved unsteadily and he immediately reached out to grasp her arm, ensuring she didn’t fall. When he was certain she was steady, he let her go and she crawled onto the bed, positioning herself exactly as he’d commanded her.
“Now, lay your cheek on the mattress, ass up, head down. Put your arms above your head and lay your palms flat on the bed. And keep them there.”
Slowly she lowered her head, her stomach clenching at the vulnerability of the position. She was utterly helpless this way. No defense.
To her surprise, he stepped away but he returned just as quickly. He grasped one ankle, tugging firmly, forcing her thighs wider apart so that her pussy was completely bared. Then to her shock, he began to coil rope around her ankle. She felt it pull tight so she couldn’t even move it and she realized he was tying the other end to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.
Holy shit. She really was going to be completely helpless!
When he was finished with that ankle, he moved to her other and secured it in an identical fashion to the headboard. She was stretched wide, both ankles spread and tied securely.
She thought he was finished but then he walked around to the other side of the bed and from the corner of her eye, she saw he held more rope.
Silently, he tugged at both her hands, drawing them above her head so her arms formed a V. Then he coiled the rope around her wrists, securing them together. He pulled the rope down toward the floor and tied it to the bed frame so she was stretched forward, her body pulled in several different directions.
She was rendered immobile. She had no choice but to take whatever he chose to do. Her only defense was the word no, and she was determined not to use it. “No” hadn’t even entered her mind.
She wanted this too much. Wanted the full power of Jace’s desire. No more holding back. No more carefully orchestrated restraint.
She turned her head to the side, seeking him out, but she couldn’t find him with her gaze. But he was there. Close. She could feel him. All that coiled tension seething for an outlet.
She flinched when the tip of the crop touched between her shoulder blades and then trailed a seductive line down her spine to the cleft of her ass. It left her and she held her breath, but he didn’t strike her right away. He waited until she was forced to exhale and then fire cracked over her buttocks.
She gasped and tensed and then closed her eyes when the burn turned into euphoria, warm and sinfully pleasurable. A heady buzz entered her bloodstream, invaded her mind, her very soul.
“Talk to me, Bethany. I want to know what you’re feeling. Every step of the way.”
Jace’s husky voice made her eyes open. She blinked, struggling to even find the words. How could she?
Another blow, harder, more forceful this time. Her cry caught in her throat and before it could be transmitted to one of pain, it morphed into a moan of pleasure, humming from the deepest part of herself.
“Tell me,” he ordered again.
“It’s pain,” she said, a catch in her voice.
The crop left her ass where it rasped over sensitive, marked skin.
“Too much?”
There was worry in his voice. A promise that if she said the word, he’d stop.
“No!”
Her protest was immediate. A denial. She didn’t want him to stop.
“It’s pain and then it’s pleasure,” she whispered. “Beautiful, exquisite pleasure. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pain is just pain. But the pleasure is indescribable. It makes me crave the pain because I know what will follow.”
“And you want me to give you that? You want me to give you more?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please. Please.”
He leaned down to kiss the burning flesh over her ass. His lips pressed against the soft skin, sending a shiver quaking through her body. Then he pulled away and the crop descended, giving her what she wanted. Pain. Heat. Burning fire that reached underneath her skin and spread to every muscle and joint.
She went weak as the heady rush of pleasure pulsed like wild fire. Unpredictable. Sudden. Overwhelming.
“You like the pain,” he whispered. “I like giving you pain. But giving you pleasure, seeing you arch for the kiss of the crop, is magical. I ache to give you more.”
She sighed, closing her eyes as she waited for the next wave of pleasure. He rewarded her with another lash of the crop. Harder this time. Punishing and yet so very pleasurable.
“Let’s see how much you can take.”
His voice was unimaginably sexy, stoking the fires inside her higher. Until it was an inferno, blowing wilder, brushing across her skin. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. She was his captive. His willing captive. And she gloried in every demonstration of his dominance.
He peppered her ass with varying lashes. Some harder, some softer. Never in the same place twice. He brought her to a frenzy until she was panting, begging, pleading over and over, and she wasn’t even sure what she begged for.
Pain had long since fled. There was only the sweetest of pleasure. Ecstasy like she’d never imagined. No one had ever taken her on such an amazing journey.
Then strong hands cupped her ass, kneading over super-sensitized flesh. Parting, spreading. His cock touched the opening of her pussy and nudged inward, pausing as he stretched her around his width.
She sucked in her breath and reveled in the sensation. Stretching. Burning. So deliciously full.
He pushed inward, his hands sliding to her waist, holding her, not that he needed to hold her down. She was prevented from moving by the ropes. Her legs were stretched wide, her arms pinned over her head.
But his fingers dug into her waist and then slipped down to her hips, gripping as he thrust deeply into her body.
He wasn’t all the way in. He stopped, breathing raggedly, his fingers pressing into her skin, marking her just as the crop had marked her ass.
“Okay, baby?” he whispered.
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. But she didn’t say no and so he powered the rest of the way into her, sealing their bodies together as his balls pressed against her mound.
At first he fucked her gently, withdrawing only to ease his way back in. But as she went wetter around him and his entry grew easier, he picked up his pace. His movements became more powerful. Her entire
body jostled with the force of his thrusts.
His hips smacked against her ass. He pushed deep. Touching a part of her that hadn’t been touched before. Every time he stroked over that one spot, her entire body jumped and pleasure rocketed through her system, flinging her perilously close to release.
It was as if she had no control whatsoever over her own body. He commanded it. He owned it.
He pressed into her with a deep groan, straining upward and inward, his body mashed so hard against hers that her legs were pulled taut by the rope.
“Are you close, Bethany? I want you with me, baby. Not coming without you.”
Her heart melted. So much of this scene was about him. His wants and desires. And yet he was absolutely focused on her pleasure. He’d checked constantly to make sure he wasn’t pushing her too far, that she was okay with everything he was doing.
The flutters of her orgasm had begun long ago. She’d likely have come already if she’d given in to the urge. But she gritted her teeth and warded it off, wanting to come when he came. Together.
“I’m close,” she said faintly.
“Tell me what to do, baby. Tell me how to help you.”
“Just touch me,” she whispered. “And take me hard, Jace. Don’t be easy. I need it hard and fast. I want you deep.”
His growl echoed through the room as though her blunt words made him lose the last vestiges of control. He was like a crazy person. Frantic. He began pumping into her as hard and as fast as she’d asked for.
The room went blurry around her and her orgasm built and built and, impossibly, built some more until her entire body was one giant rubber band at full stretch. Oh God, she couldn’t take much more. She needed release and yet the explosion hadn’t occurred. It was still climbing, higher and higher until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything but the excruciating tension that coiled in her belly.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers curled into tight fists above her head. Her knees locked and her back bowed as she raised her head up, trying desperately to achieve relief from the vicious ache assailing her.
He thrust again. Hard. Almost savage. Hell, it was savage. Each powerful push took her breath until her lungs screamed for mercy.
She ground her teeth together, tensing from head to toe. It had to come now. She couldn’t take any more without breaking.
And then in a tumultuous flash, it roared over her like a tidal wave. Fierce. Powerful. All-consuming. Her body went flying in a dozen different directions. Something inside her snapped loose. Relief from the incredible tension.
She sagged into the bed, her cheek pressing to the mattress. Eyes closed, body limp, she lay there as Jace continued to pump into her body. Each thrust sent a delicate shiver, almost unbearable, through her pussy. She was hypersensitive. So much so that every movement was a delicious sort of agony.
She whimpered and Jace went still deep inside her and then she felt him pulsing wetly. She was slick with his semen, but still, he held himself there, his cock twitching until the very last of his release was wrung from it.
He leaned forward, his body pressing warmly to hers. He kissed the center of her back just between her shoulder blades as his hands skated hotly up her sides and then back down again to cup her hips.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you tied to my bed, pussy open, waiting for me, your ass red from my crop.”
She shivered underneath him and then he pushed upward, withdrawing wetly from inside her. He left her, his footsteps disappearing in the distance.
She lay there, sated, exhausted, her body humming in the aftermath. She drifted off, existing in a haze between awareness and unconsciousness. Unsure of how much time had actually passed, she was roused when Jace’s hands slid back over her ass. When he leaned in, his cock was rigid again, surprising her. More time than she’d realized had to have passed.
He wanted her again.
Her arms and legs ached from being pulled so tight with the ropes, but she didn’t complain. He would take care of her afterward. He’d never push her too
