by Gwyn McNamee
His tongue slowly swirls around and over each one, sending a shudder up my spine. I shift and the ropes tug on my arms.
Any movement is going to leave marks. I’m sure that’s exactly what he intends.
He drops even lower and spreads my cheeks with his hands.
A groan rumbles from his throat, vibrating against my skin where his lips are still pressed.
That sinful tongue hits the top of my crack, and I jerk.
No…he wouldn’t.
He can’t.
Oh…God…he’s going to.
Lower, and lower, and lower…
Licking and sucking…
Until he reaches the place no man, or woman for that matter, has been before.
Another appreciative groan fills the air.
He loves this.
And I hate to admit…I do too.
My legs shake with every flick of his tongue and probing search in my most forbidden place.
“Holy he—”
I barely manage to catch myself from saying the word that wants to come out.
Stone is wicked, evil, depraved, shameless…he’s everything good girls should avoid. But I haven’t been a good girl for a while, and this feels so dang incredible.
Why is my clit throbbing so hard while he goes to town on my backside?
I am so going to burn for eternity for loving this.
But it will be so worth it.
His mouth leaves my skin, and I turn my head to try to see what he’s doing. I instantly regret it when the ropes tug on my wrists.
It’s forgotten when a wet finger probes and then pushes into my tight hole.
“Here we go, baby.”
Ho. Ly. HELL!
I instinctively clamp down around it, and his free hand grabs my hip gently. He squeezes it. “Relax baby, it's okay. Let me in.”
Let him in?
That ship sailed a long time ago. Stone has managed to work his way so deeply into me, I don’t know if it will be possible to ever shake him.
I take a deep breath and do my best to relax every muscle in my body. He pushes further and then adds a second finger, slowly stretching and spreading me.
“Oh…God.”
His hand leaves my hip and then something liquid hits my crack and drips between my thighs. I jerk forward against the ropes. Then something new meets my skin. Cold and wet…metal.
What the heck is that?
It rolls against my cheek and up next to where his fingers are probing me.
It's that damn Lucifer hook.
He removes his fingers and pushes the metal against my opening. “Lean forward slightly and relax, Nora.”
Lips press gently against my butt cheeks while fingers work the ball against my tight opening. His free hand snakes around to the front and finds my slick slit. He drags through it then rolls circles around my clit as he works the ball into my tight butt.
My body wars with itself, desperate for him to keep touching me, but unable to relax into what he’s doing behind me.
“Oh God…I don't know if I can do this.”
Stone kisses my low back. “It's okay, baby, just breathe.”
I take a deep breath and try to concentrate on what his amazing fingers are doing to my clit. A second later, the ball slips all the way into me and my body closes around it.
A strangled moan falls from my lips, and Stone chuckles and then smacks my ass, sending the ball even deeper.
Sweet Christ!
His body wraps around mine from behind, and he kisses the side of my neck
“I hope you're ready for this, baby, you better hang on.”
Nora shudders against me, and I tug gently on the rope attached to the top of the anal hook.
She jerks. I’m sure she’s forgotten all about the fact that it will be tied to the ceiling.
“Oh, you didn't think this through, did you?” I reach up and hook it through the eye hook above her then tug gently. She yelps and shifts up on the balls of her feet.
I tug again and again until she’s inched up onto nothing more than her toes, little whines and whimpers coming from her with each movement of the rope.
It doesn’t hurt. I know that. But the sensation is definitely overwhelming.
And it’s about to get worse.
With a tug on the ropes attached to her wrists, I ensure she has very little room to move. She gasps.
“Oh, Jesus Christ…”
I laugh and secure the ropes. “Oh, I'm not Jesus, but I'm pretty sure you're gonna be calling me God by the end of tonight.”
She growls. “You might be the most arrogant man I've ever met, Stone.”
“That might be true, Nora. But sometimes, arrogance is warranted.”
I smack her ass again, and she jerks forward, her butt clenching around the ball. She gasps and shifts uncomfortably on her toes.
She's just discovered the real joy of the anal hook. If she attempts to move or lower her feet in any way, even a centimeter, she's going to push it deeper into herself. Every slight shift is going to rub that ball in all the right places. By the time we’re done tonight, she's going to be begging to have my cock up her ass.
God willing…
The double Wartenberg wheel gleams in the moonlight flooding in through the open window. It looks sinister, even to me, but I know what it does to the body, what it can do to Nora.
I move to stand in front of her, making eye contact with her the first time since I tied her up. Half-hooded eyes meet mine with a mix of lust and unease.
She’s scared. Maybe she should be.
This is so far out of her wheelhouse. I’m so fucking proud of her.
“Don't forget your safe word, baby.”
Her eyes widened slightly, and she nods. “Yes, sir. I remember.”
Her skin is blazing when I touch my lips to her collarbone. I want to feel her reaction when the wheel hits her sensitive skin. The metal touches the taut expanse of her stomach, and she jerks, letting out a moan with the movement. The ball shifting deeper inside her is stimulating every sensitive nerve she didn't know she had. Combined with the prickling sensation of the wheel against her stomach, she can't stop herself from moving.
I work my way up and over her breast, intentionally avoiding her sensitive peaked nipple. She arches against me, straining for some sort of contact.
The fingers of my free hand grasp her nipple, and I twist. She gasps and tugs against the ropes.
I run the wheel up over her shoulders and around her back, relishing the shivers and moans it elicits. Her entire body will be so over-stimulated by the time I’m finally inside her, she’ll go off like a rocket.
Her long, elegant spine arches and rolls in the light, beckoning me. I start at the base of her neck and roll it down slowly, then back up the other side. She tenses and undulates under it, pulling on the ropes.
My lips trail behind the wheel, covering every inch of her skin until she's vibrating with need and shaking, shifting the ball deeper and deeper inside herself.
“Stone…” My name comes out as a strangled groan, and I wonder how much more she can take.
I wonder how much more I can take.
My cock has never been this hard in my entire life. I feel like if her hand even brushes against it, I'm gonna come. Good thing those things are tied up high.
“You still with me, love?” My breath floating across her ear sends another full-body shudder rolling through her.
“Yes…sir…” comes out on a muffled groan.
“Good.” I kiss the back of her neck then move over to the bed to grab a condom. My hands trembling as I roll it on is not a good sign for my control.
Keep it together, big guy.
When I move back and behind her, I grip her hands, still wrapped around the ropes, in mine. Her skin is on fire, and she curls her fingers into the ropes when I tighten my hold.
Slowly, I run my hands down the length of her arms, over her rib cage, and all the way down until they're grasping
her hips. She rolls them back into me, pressing that luscious ass straight against my cock. The metal of the hook is chilly against my lower abdomen but the heat radiating from between her cheeks is fucking sinful.
“I'm going to fuck you now, Nora. And you’re finally going to understand.”
Understand me. Why I do this. Why I need this. Why she needs this.
I know what's gonna happen as soon as I shove my dick inside her. The combination of me spreading and filling her pussy and the ball rubbing against her from the inside is going to be overwhelming for her.
But in the best way possible.
I fully expect her to lose her shit in about three seconds, which is probably about as long as I'm gonna last too. I stroke my cock a few times.
Don’t lose your shit, Stone. She needs to come first.
She's the important one here, not me.
I’m like a loaded gun with a hair trigger, but somehow, I need to find a way.
The searing heat of her pussy when I press the head of my cock against it makes me suck in a groan.
Fucking A…this woman…
I pause momentarily to collect myself. Then I grasp her hips and angle her back slightly. I push in slowly, letting her adjust to my size and the sensation of the ball moving inside her with my entrance.
“Holy shit!”
It takes me a second to process what she just said because, right now, my head is swimming with the feel of her pussy clasping around my cock and that ball rubbing against me with every slight shift of her body.
Holding myself steady, I lean forward and nip at the back of her neck. “Told you I'd get you to swear.”
She mumbles an unintelligible response, and I watch her fingers close tightly around the ropes at her head.
It’s not enough though.
I need her to completely let go and lose her shit. I won’t be happy until fuck-bombs and unholy curses are screamed and echoing in this room.
Gripping her hips tightly for purchase, I pull back and slam into her…hard…driving her forward, the ropes creaking under the strain of her weight.
“Oh GOD!”
I piston in and out, in and out…giving her no reprieve from the sensations wracking her body. My hips slam against her ass. The drag and pull of the ball against my cock with every thrust, combined with her clasping pussy, is the most magnificent feeling on this planet.
She jerks and squeals with every shove of my dick, gasping and moaning.
I'm gonna come soon, and I need her to go over before me. I reach forward and find her clit, rolling it in time with my pumping hips.
“Jesus…FUCK!”
Two more hard, driving thrusts, and she explodes around my cock, screaming, gasping, tugging, moaning, and releasing a litany of curses the likes I haven’t heard before, from anyone, let alone her.
Victory.
There are men in this world…
Men women aren't supposed to fall in love with.
Men who are dangerous.
Men who are cocky and arrogant.
Men who believe they're in control of everyone and everything.
Men who think the world revolves around them.
Men who look at you like their dick is already buried inside you.
Men who own you with a single glance, word, or smile.
Men who will take your heart, smash it into a million pieces, and stomp all over it, just for the joy of hearing it crunch under their feet.
Stone Hawke is all of those things and then some.
Yet, somehow, I've managed to fall head over heels for him, breaking every dang rule in my book and shattering all my plans to get my life back on track.
That realization hit me about thirty seconds into him thrusting into me with that Lucifer hook shoved up my butt.
Good Lord, who comes up with that stuff, anyway?
What person said, you know what would feel good? A giant ball shoved up a bum while you hang from the ceiling?
But God, did it feel good. No, actually, good isn’t the right word. It was…transcendent.
I don’t know what happened while I was strung up like a side of beef, being hammered by Stone’s huge dick. There really isn’t any way to describe it to someone who hasn’t experienced it themselves. It was like floating away from my body, yet still feeling every thrust and retreat, hearing every labored breath, experiencing the euphoria from another plane.
Stone said it’s called sub-space. And I guess that’s as good a name as any for it.
Because by the time he finally finished and released me, I was definitely in a different galaxy, maybe even universe.
Yeah, definitely universe.
Even now, laying in his arms and listening to his rhythmic breathing, I’m not sure I’m one hundred percent in my own body. Every single inch of my skin tingles and a hum thrums through every muscle and limb, centering at my core.
I shift and throw my leg over his, snuggling closer to him and inhaling the scent of Stone and his clean skin. The bath we took is only a hazy memory. All I remember was his hands on my skin and murmured words of reassurance that I’d done well.
His arm tightens around me, and he mumbles something unintelligible.
If I could have any superpower right now, it would be the ability to read minds because I've no idea what's going on inside Stone's head.
Whatever's been eating away at him, that drove him to that breaking point, is still very much real. Even though what we did tonight seems to have calmed him somewhat, I can still see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. There’s something dark deep beneath the surface, something that wasn't there before a few nights ago.
Stone has always been dark. He's always been raunchy and reckless and a little bit crazy. But whatever this is, is so much more than that. This is something he's letting deeply affect the way he lives his life. He resorted to drugs to deal with it, and that’s more than mildly concerning. He isn’t the type to take bullshit from anyone or to let things get to him that are inconsequential. This is serious.
But just like he couldn't force me to tell him what happened and why I left school, I can't force him to tell me what's going on. If it has to do with his work for Dom, I guess I can understand his reluctance because knowing the things he knows probably puts him in danger. But it doesn't appease my need to ask why and ask what's happening every time I look at him.
Even now, as he sleeps next to me, the creases and worry lines on his face are deeper than I've ever seen them, and he shifts restlessly. Even in his sleep, he can't find relief from whatever is haunting him.
He mumbles something, and I bury my face against his chest, wanting to offer him what comfort I can. Almost as soon as I touch my lips to his pec, he jerks up and I pull back. His wide, frightened eyes meet mine, but he sees right through me, almost as if I'm not here, as if he’s seeing something completely different than what's actually in front of his eyes.
“Stone, what's wrong?” He doesn't acknowledge my question, and I don't even think he heard me. I reach out and grab his shoulders and shake him. “Stone, what's wrong?”
His eyes finally focus on me for a moment before he closes them, shakes his head, and takes a deep breath. When he reopens them, he's here again.
“Shit, I'm sorry. It was just a dream.”
“About what?”
He scrubs his hands over his face a couple times and shifts back slightly until his back is pressed to the headboard.
“About you.”
“Me?”
That sure as heck looked like a nightmare. And he appears absolutely terrified.
My gut churns, and I sit back on my heels in front of him, bracing myself for whatever he’s going to tell me.
The shrill ring of his phone prevents me from asking him to explain.
He leans over to the nightstand and grabs it. His eyes narrow when he sees the caller. “What the hell does he want?” He swipes to answer. “Savage? It's four in the morning, what's wrong?”
Th
ose haunted eyes of his widen, and his hand closes on the phone so tightly, his knuckles turn white.
“Right now? Jesus fucking Christ. Are you going down there? Okay, I'm on my way.”
He hangs up and immediately shifts to climb off the bed, tossing his phone back on the nightstand. “Savage's club is on fire.”
“What?” I jump up and follow him to his closet, grabbing my clothes along the way. “Which one?”
“THREE. That's all I know. They're heading down there now.”
How does a place catch on fire when it isn’t even open yet?
Despite his attempt to appear calm, I can see the panic set in Stone’s eyes. I tug on my shorts and shirt. “I'm going with you.”
He glances over his shoulder at me as he pulls on a pair jeans. “Of course you are.”
No explanation is offered for his comment, and I'm not sure whether I should take that to mean of course I am because I'm his girlfriend or of course I am because it's my brother-in-law's business. Either way, I'm just happy he wants me to go.
Stone is already walking a razor-thin edge, and something like this could send him spiraling down again.
I just hope that this time, he lets me catch him before he falls.
Flames and smoke rise high above the city, visible from miles away as we race down to the club location. Stone’s driving like a mad man, and I’m clinging to my seat and door, trying to keep myself from flying around inside the car every time he takes a corner way too fast for safety. Even my seatbelt can’t keep me from sliding across the leather seat with each turn.
Holy cow. It’s an inferno.
Fire trucks and ambulances litter the parking lot. Stone parks as close as we can and barely turns off the car before he’s out and bolting toward the building.
“Stone! Wait!”
I run after him, stumbling on still-weak legs.
A fireman halts him, and I finally catch up. Even from here, the heat of the flames lick my skin. I reach out and take his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. It’s not his business, but he knows how much this place means to Savage, Gabe, Ben, and Storm, how much work they’ve all put into it.
Water streams from hoses, and firemen rush around, shouting orders.
