by Stone, Piper
Haunting.
Reflective.
And so very personal.
As she played, her eyes remained closed, the music coming from deep within her soul. Every note and chord was powerful, every pull of her hand, the bow sliding across the strings tugged at my heart. I was mesmerized, completely in awe of her talent as well as the overwhelming emotions that kept my blood pumping and my heart racing.
I moved to the edge of the seat, forced to take scattered breaths as she swayed to the music, her body reacting to the almost violent chords. Her face remained pinched, her long hair swaying back and forth. I was pulled into her world, one of majesty and power, regal and unforgiving. The story she told through the music she’d selected invoked an array of emotions.
Lust.
Anger.
Sorrow.
Guilt.
Love…
When she finished, throwing her head back as she strummed the last few notes, I was completely frozen, unable to think clearly.
Until I noticed a single tear slipping past her long lashes. I reacted without thinking, moving toward her quickly.
She stumbled backwards a few feet, her eyes opening wide, searching for my approval.
Barely able to control my actions, I pulled the violin and bow from her hands, positioning them carefully. Then I scooped her into my arms, walking with purpose down the hall and to my private room.
Tonight was truly the beginning. There would be no turning back.
After this, I would own her forever.
I stormed into the room, closing the door behind us. When I eased her down, she remained silent, but her breathing was scattered, her body trembling. I flicked on a single light, turning to study her before moving toward my wardrobe, opening both doors at once. I could feel the heat of her stare as I made my selection.
When I turned, her gaze immediately dropped to what I was holding, the silk blindfold unused for several years.
She clenched her jaw, moving from foot to foot as I slowly closed the distance. “What are you doing?”
“Do you trust me, Daniella?”
“I… Yes.”
“Are you certain?”
“Shouldn’t I? You told me you weren’t going to hurt me.”
Inhaling, the level of my intoxication increased simply from the scent of her, perfume and her feminine wiles the perfect combination. I was famished, the delicious meal we’d shared nothing more than an appetizer.
She would always be the main course.
“You will learn that I do keep my promises.”
“Then I trust you.”
I lifted the blindfold, allowing her to see it clearly before placing the cloth over her eyes, shifting behind her in order to secure it. When I was finished, I rolled my fingers down both sides of her neck, fingering the necklace, a piece she was born to wear. I longed to buy her beautiful things, but they would always pale in comparison. Very slowly I unhooked the clasp, watching the way her head tilted when I removed the necklace. “Don’t worry. This will always belong to you.”
After placing the jewelry on my dresser, I slid the cap sleeves of her dress down her arms, taking my time to enjoy the tingles in my fingers, the way her body quivered from my touch.
Her chest rose and fell when I exposed her breasts. With the material still capturing her wrists, I brushed my hands over her shoulders, flicking my fingers across her already hardened nipples. A breathtaking moan slipped past her lips as she fisted her hands, so uncertain of what I was going to do.
So concerned about placing her trust in a man like me.
Every inch of her skin shimmered in the light, the warm glow of the single lamp casting shadows into the room. I’d always adored the space, the dark wood of the furniture and the canopy bed. Sharing my sanctuary with her was significant, but in my mind vital to closing a chapter of my life.
I lowered my head, pressing my lips against her neck, so consumed with desire that anguished pains shot down my legs, my cock aching to the point of disorientation.
She lifted her head, her breathing exaggerated, trying to remain still without my need to issue a command.
As I slipped the dress away from her hands, tugging on the material until inch by inch I was able to lower it past her hips, I bit down on her neck. I wanted her to bear my mark, a statement to everyone that she was now off limits.
Very slowly gravity allowed the dress to cascade to the floor, pooling around her ankles in the most provocative way. She’d never look more beautiful, innocence colliding with growing sexuality. The combination was just as powerful as the woman herself.
She continued to sway, prickles covering every inch of her body. I adored the way she quivered, moaning every time I touched her. Control was even more difficult as the seconds ticked by.
“Don’t move, little flower.” I tapped on her bottom before returning to the wardrobe, selecting the perfect leather straps. When I returned, I eased her hair over her shoulders, sliding the straps down her back. “Relax.”
An audible shudder was her answer, her lower lip quivering.
I took my time wrapping both wrists with the two-inch-thick leather, tightening the buckles and watching her expression change from terror to curiosity. When I gathered her into my arms once again, she stiffened, darting her head from side to side in an effort to see what I was doing. Very carefully I placed her on the bed, leaving her standing. “Place your arms over your head.”
“What…”
“Shhh… Don’t fight me or I will punish you.”
Daniella did as she was told, lifting her arms, keeping her fists clenched. I pulled her arm to the side, taking my time securing her wrist to the eyehook predrilled into the wood. She whimpered, the sound floating into the room, further arousing the sadistic man inside. After I’d fastened her other wrist, I stood back reflecting on her beauty and her vulnerability. She was exactly where I wanted her. To see her voluptuous naked body, her arms stretched out and waiting, her luscious pussy lips peeking out was almost too much to bear.
My hunger knowing no bounds, I made my selections, removing my shoes before climbing onto the bed, keeping the nipple clamps in my hand. I suspected she’d never experienced anything of this nature. While I was a true sadist, I wasn’t cruel, at least not to the fairer sex.
“Do you enjoy pain, little flower?”
“I… what do you mean?”
“During every spanking you become aroused. Do you understand why?”
She twisted her mouth, doing little more than shaking her head.
“Pleasure and pain are a delicate dance, a combination delivering the ultimate in ecstasy.” I lowered my head, sucking on one of her nipples, growling the moment I heard a moan slipping past her lips. After a few seconds, I brushed my lips across her chest, taking her other hardened bud into my mouth. The electricity between us crackled, live wire jolts that shot through me like wildfire.
When I eased back, she gave me a nervous smile.
“You will learn to crave both, begging me for more.” I pulled on her nipple as I opened one of the clamps, gently placing it into position.
“What are you doing?”
“Take a deep breath for me, little flower.”
The second I released the spring, the rubber coating gripping her hardened bud, her body bucked as she squealed.
“Oh, God. Oh! Oh!”
“Shhh… Just breathe.” The moment I touched her other breast, she squirmed, kicking out her legs.
“Please, I… I’ve never…”
“This is all about trust, Daniella.” I placed the clamp on her other nipple, releasing slowly.
Her entire face twisted, whimpers escaping her mouth as she struggled with her bindings. I pulled the chain once before reaching for the vibrator.
“As I said, the combination can be blissful.” I allowed her to hear the whirling noise. She seemed intrigued, still fighting but leaning forward. “Spread your legs for me.”
She hesitated.
She obeyed.
“Tsk. Tsk. You will never be in charge, little flower. The sooner you realize that, the more intense the pleasure will be.” I pressed the vibrator between her legs, sliding it up and down her slickened pussy.
The moment in the restaurant, bringing her to an orgasm, had been far too delicious. I’d almost taken her into the restroom, fucking her like the savage I was. I took several deep breaths, my heart thudding from the sight of her body bucking as well as the soft mews becoming louder.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She strained in her bindings, the creak of the leather sounding over the hum of the sex toy.
I rolled the whirling head up and down several times until her moans turned into stifled screams. After switching the speed to a higher level, I pulled on the chain, keeping it taut.
“Fuck. Oh. Yes. Yes!”
“Are you hungry to come for me?”
“Yes. Yes, sir. I mean…” Her laugh nervous, she twisted and tilted her head.
“Pleasure and pain.” I added additional pressure to the chain, holding it in place as I adjusted the vibrator’s speed once again.
She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her body stiffening as an intense orgasm swept through her.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
“Oh. Oh…” Her reactions were spectacular.
“Come again. Now!”
I found it difficult to breathe, my desire off the charts, my mind in a fog as she erupted into another orgasm, one turning into a wave. When she lowered her head, taking gasping breaths, I removed the vibrator, switching it off. I gripped her chin, tilting. Her face remained pinched, her breathing rapid and the sheen on her skin was dazzling.
After cupping her breast, I slowly released the pressure, lowering my head immediately and sucking on her bruised nipple as she issued a series of strangled moans. Flicking my tongue back and forth, I saw she remained over-sensitized, her body shaking involuntarily. I moved to her other breast repeating the move then tossing the clamps. I craved to see the reaction in her eyes, the luminescent shimmer that only added to my excitement. When I ripped off the blindfold, she blinked several times before focusing her gaze on my face. I’d never seen such blazing hunger in a woman’s eyes.
Daniella dragged her tongue across her lips, her silky hair tumbling over her shoulders. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I craved being inside of her, needed to feel her body wrapped around mine. As I began to unshackle her wrist, she lifted her head, searching my eyes in an entirely different way than she had before.
There was such hope in her eyes, an intensified need. She wanted to believe that she could let go not only of her emotions but also with her heart. While I couldn’t promise her a perfect life—that no longer existed in my world—I would honor my promises.
When she was freed, she slipped into my arms and I eased her down onto her knees, taking a step backward. “Undress me,” I commanded.
Sighing, she took several deep breaths before crawling closer, sliding her hands along the insides of my legs. She took her time, teasing me and doing her best to take back some control. I knew that my patience would wear away very soon, but I was fascinated as she began to unfurl from her shell. She would always be a fragile flower in my mind; intelligent, beguiling, and more dangerous than she had any understanding of.
The reason?
She’d reached in and grabbed my heart.
The sultry smile remaining, she stroked my cock, forcing another husky growl from me. “Don’t toy with me too long.” I yanked the shirt over my head, tossing it halfway across the room, an adrenaline rush keeping my breathing ragged, my heart skipping beats.
“Hmmm… Maybe I will on purpose.” She was breathless in her words but when she attacked my belt, yanking on the buckle until she managed to pull the strap free, all I could do was smile. Within seconds, she’d freed my cock. She blew across the tip several times as she tugged the trousers over my hips, holding them in position against my thighs.
“You really are a bad girl after all.” I raked my hands through my hair, staring up at the wooden beams created specifically with wicked things in mind.
Daniella raked her nails down the underside of my cock, sliding her hand between my legs and squeezing my balls.
I was so on edge, the simple act almost forced an orgasm. “God damn it, woman.”
Purring, she finally tugged my trousers to my feet, lifting first one leg then the other until I was freed of the hindrance. When she wrapped her mouth around my cockhead, I almost lost my load, filling her mouth.
Soon.
But tonight I wanted more.
Softness.
Closeness.
Togetherness.
Dropping onto my knees, I brushed my fingers across both sides of her face. “I want you. There is no rhyme or reason why, but you’ve rocked my world.”
She gripped my arms, tilting her head as I lowered mine. “I want you. I don’t know why but I don’t care.”
Her whisper was the last of the fire I could take. As I pressed my lips against hers, I yanked at the covers, crawling her backwards until we were kneeling on the sheets. There was an unsettling feeling remaining deep in my gut, yet sharing this moment with her was important.
As she clung to me, I eased her head into the soft pillows, shoving the remainder of the comforter away with my feet. She wrapped her legs around my thighs, her arms around my neck.
I broke the kiss, rising up onto my hands and leaning over her.
Her smile coy, she slid her hand down my chest, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, twisting back and forth until she created a wave of friction.
“Fuck,” I huffed, struggling to take even breaths.
“Thick,” she countered, dragging her tongue across her lips.
I allowed her to play for only a few seconds, pre-cum already leaking out of my sensitive slit. I was pulled into a vacuum with this woman, as if nothing else existed but the two of us. She shifted her legs higher, giving me a heated look before pressing the tip of my cock against her swollen folds.
“Fuck me,” she murmured.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Will you pretty please fuck me?”
Inhaling, I counted to three before thrusting the entire length of my cock deep inside. Her guttural sound was sweet music, almost as much so as the lovely concert I’d been given earlier. I pulled out, teasing her once again before sliding inside of her, tingling all over from the way her muscles stretched, trying to accept the wide girth.
She clawed at my shoulders, arching her back slightly. Her skin was positively glowing, the shimmer luminescent.
I remained hovering over her, taking my time to plunge deep inside then pulling out, fighting the urge to fuck her like an animal. I wanted tonight to be special.
Her soft murmurs and the way her eyes remained half closed kept me on edge but being with her was joyful, awakening another part of me. No longer just the monster she believed me to be.
With every thrust, her muscles clamped around my shaft, pulling me in deeper. A coy smile remained on her face as she raked her nails down my back, squeezing my buttocks. I laughed, shaking my head before rolling her over, forcing her to straddle my hips.
“I already told you, you’re not the one in charge.” I yanked her against my chest, smacking her bottom several times.
She bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes and bucking against me, digging her knees into my thighs. The sensations were even more electrified as she rode me, lifting her body almost all the way off my cock then slamming down.
I rolled her over again, yanking her arms over her head, laughing softly. “As I said, a very bad girl.” I crushed my mouth over hers as I rocked forward, moving into a perfect rhythm. She no longer fought me, her body molding into mine, the heat between us combustible. Even the taste of her was intensified, sparking an explosion of jolts throughout my body.
I wasn’t going to last long.
As
lights flashed in front of my eyes, the echo of my raggedly beating heart pumping in my ears, I threw my head back and roared. When I lowered my head, all I could think about was how dangerous this was.
But I no longer cared.
She was mine.
Soon, she would become my wife.
Chapter 11
Michael
Nightmares.
I’d experienced them on and off for the last few years. Although I never remembered them, the anxious feeling had remained with me into the early hours of the morning. As I opened my eyes, trying to focus, I realized that for the first time, I’d actually had a good dream. Yawning, I stretched, finally hearing a murmur near me. Smiling, I kissed the top of her head, adoring the way she’d curled up next to me.
I glanced at the clock, surprised it was after four in the morning. Exhaling, I realized I’d been careless enough to leave my weapon as well as my phone in the other room. While I didn’t fear the children finding the gun, the floor off limits a rule they’d never attempted to break, I didn’t like not having it by my side at all times. Security system or not, there were always criminals who could crack the code. Carelessness had never been acceptable for me or anyone working for me.
But I certainly couldn’t blame the gorgeous woman who’d serenaded me.
After gently easing Daniella to the side, I rolled out of bed, listening for any sounds in the house. From what I could tell, everything was quiet. While the hour was very late at night in the States, I’d run out of patience waiting for Justine’s call.
I yanked on my trousers, padding toward the hallway after grabbing my shirt. When I opened the door, I stood for a few seconds. There was no sign that the house had been breached. Still, my reckless behavior couldn’t continue until the situation was resolved. I headed for the music room, snagging my holster then reaching for my phone.
Justine had left a message, the voicemail without any information.