Splash

by Kristen Kelly

  I felt the tension of a mood change. Like the crack of a single whip!

  Strong hands gripped me by the hips, holding me in place. Suspended between pain and pleasure. Like he thought I would float away. His mouth dipped to my breasts suckling the tender tips I gasped.

  “Gorgeous,” he said low into my skin. My body was on fire. Everywhere he touched.

  Something tugged along the bottom of my bikini. His teeth! They pulled off my last bit of clothing. “Shit,” I heard him whisper. “So beautiful I can’t stand it.”

  I had so much heat pulsing between my legs, arousal coated my inner thighs. “Please…” I begged.

  “We need this off.” His fingers delved lower. Lifting my heels, he removed the bottom of my bikini.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  When I slid my bare feet along the floor, something soft clamped around one ankle and then the other. God no! My breath caught. I inhaled a breath. I realized with a slight sense of panic that he’d anchored me to the floor. To the fucking floor! I tried to stay calm.

  “You okay?”

  “Um…I… Yeah, I want this.”

  “Now raise your arms, pretty baby.”

  I’m going to claim you. You’re mine tonight.

  The jingling of a chain and the coolness of soft leather against my bare back and buttocks had my heart thundering wildly as he lifted my arms so he could suspend them over my head. Another click and I was his. Utterly and physically. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but adventurous was the word that entered my tortured brain. And fucking amazingly aroused!

  I was completely at his mercy. He could just leave me here if he wanted to. No one would be the wiser. We were on the other side of the building and it was Friday. Even the builders wouldn’t be here until Monday morning. I almost yelled ‘stop’, but then his tongue slid up my center and something else took over my focus.

  Unbridled passion.

  Suddenly all I could think about was his hands. His tongue. His cock. Wanting them all at once. Needing them on me. I wriggled in the restraints, testing them.

  “Still okay?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Just let yourself…feel.”

  I heard the pop of something plastic and then a soft slurping sound of liquid being squirted and smoothed into large male hands.

  I jumped just a little when he touched me, the tension in my shoulders tight, but then I relaxed. He massaged away the tension, first smoothing the plane of my back, along my spine. Graduating to my hips. With tender firm strokes, I felt him glide over the skin of my buttocks, and down the back of my legs.

  Almost from the first stroke, I felt calm. Like I was underwater. Floating.

  “Feel better?”

  “Mmmm.” I breathed in a lungful of air, because that was all I could do was breathe.

  Both hands moved inside my left leg, following the contour of my ankle, up one tight calf, massaging and pinching lightly, over the back of my knee and then up the center of my thigh until just before…. I felt something flutter in my pubic hair and then soft feathery kisses right below it. I thrust my hips toward the shape of him. “Please, yes.” But then his hands descended back down again, beginning the same path on the right leg. “Please…” I begged again. “I…I need…”

  “You want something, pretty lady?” His voice was red like a hot steamy iron, a brand against my skin.

  My nipples tingled, puckering to firm thorny rosebuds. I’d never been so completely and utterly on fire for a man, and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.

  “What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked while reining kisses up my inner thigh.

  “I…oh!” A firm finger slid between my pussy lips. On reflex, I tried to open my legs wider then remembered the shackles on my ankles. “Oh god!”

  “You’re so wet for me. So fucking wet.” His finger drove deeper and another flickered in my ass making me wriggle and jangle in my chains. I thought how much I wanted him and that he needn’t have tied me up.

  “Damon…”

  “That’s a start, sweetheart. Say my name. Say my name when I make you come. And say it loud, baby.” Two fingers lid up the center of my core, stroking me from front to back as they skidded over the bundle of nerves . “Oh. Oh!”

  “Now tell me, Liz. Tell me what I should do to you.”

  “I want…”

  “What?” Soft lips nibbled to the side of my core. “This? Is this what you want, baby? Tell me.”

  “Fuck! Stop teasing me, you asshole.”

  He chuckled between my legs. “Not sure what you mean, Liz. You haven’t told me what you want so how can I… ?”

  “Fuck me, Damon. I fucking need you there,” I whimpered.

  “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

  A sharp tongue shot forward lapping at my center until my keening grew louder. And louder. “Damon! Oh. Oh!”

  He groaned between my legs and I felt his finger take the place of his mouth while he fondled the place behind me. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come!”

  I was so on fire already. His dirty words sent wild erratic currents all through my body. So much so that I felt like someone else. My toes literally curled inside the shackles. My body pulsed, refusing to be denied and I felt myself falling. Falling into sensation. All at once, I felt an orgasm grab me by the teeth, and shake me like I was some sort of rag doll. A rag doll for him.

  It wasn’t over though. Damon had other plans and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

  His lips were between my legs. Sucking right through my orgasm. Pulsing with release. Pushing my clit into his mouth until my head thrashed side to side, a second orgasm mounting. Higher. Harder. Until for a moment, he stopped.

  My sweet spot started to melt around his face as his hair tickled my inner thigh. He’d stopped to take a breath.

  “Is it good, baby?”

  I couldn’t speak. All I could do was whine from the loss of him.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said before resuming his position.

  And then I was flying again. Bursting into a second flaming orgasm that dragged me into its fire with a sweet, sensual bliss. The sensation of my emotions heightening my pleasure.

  When I came, it was with earth, shattering shouts, deep growly breaths, and screams so loud I thought the stars might fall from the sky. But I hadn’t said his name. I couldn’t.

  As I came down from the incredible high, my pussy pulsed in submission, becoming sensitive to Damon’s touch. “Stop, stop, stop,” I said breathless. My breathing was labored, my pussy throbbing with fresh blood. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” was all I managed to say.

  “Good.” I heard a slight crack in his knee caps, signaling he was rising, then the chain over my head jiggled as he brought my arms down and unlatched the cuffs. I made to reach for the blindfold, but he caught my hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them gently. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “Are you kidding me?” I couldn’t stop grinning either and judging by the chuckle a few inches away from my face, Damon noticed. “I take it number two was even better?”

  “Holy shit, yeah.”

  “Leave the mask on, baby.” He settled my hands by my sides, holding them there with a firm grip, as he kissed me long and hard. “Now come.”

  I laughed. “I already…”

  “Follow me,” he clarified, totally serious as he unshackled my ankles and then took my hand in his, leading me a few feet over to sit on the couch.

  “Not done with me yet, are you Mr. Delaney?”

  “Nope.”

  He leaned in for an unexpected kiss, it was like lightning when his lips touched mine. Zap! The kiss pretty much rocked me off my feet and he had to snake an arm around to keep me from falling over. Instinctively, my arms curled around his massive shoulders letting the warmth of his hot skin warm me. While I had to admit sexual bondage had been amazing and otherworldly, I’d missed touching him. I moaned, as a hand slipped be
tween my legs. I sucked in the fingers.

  “Yes! Still wet for me,” he growled. I could tell he was removing his shorts. “I want to see it,” I whined. “Can I take this…” I reached up to remove the mask.

  “No.” He grabbed a hand and settled it around his immense erection instead. “Use your hands, Liz. Feel how big you’ve made me.”

  He was big. Was it possible he was making me excited all over again simply because I couldn’t see him. See it. God, this was fun!

  “Now stand up, pretty lady. And turn around.”

  I did as he commanded, facing away from him. I could feel his length against my ass cheeks. I let him guide me into position with my hands over the back of the couch, bracing them. He kicked my legs wide, which caught me a little off guard.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Liz.” It was very much a statement, all of the softness and tenderness gone from his voice. Like he’d changed into someone else. He was bolder. Wild and animated. Like a soldier about to claim his prisoner.

  Leaning my arms on the back of the couch, my hips tilted up. Like an invitation. A firm hard hand came down hard on my buttocks, making me yelp. Definitely caught me unaware.

  He slapped my ass again. And again. After the last time he ran something hard and flat over my entrance. It had little nubs that tickled. No ignited me there!

  “It’s a finger fuck device,” he explained. “You like?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Good. Lean forward a bit more.” I felt his erection at my backside but he didn’t penetrate me just yet. Instead, he reached around, fondling my nipples one last time. They had long since responded into hot perky tips. I moaned, loving the sensation. Loving everything he was doing to me. Right down to the naughty spanking.

  Then, with one hand on my back, I felt his cock ram forward, filling me with one swift thrust.

  “Oh.” I hadn’t expected it so soon. I gave a little shout at the fullness of him. When he started to pump, his balls bounced against my ass. “Oh my god.”

  He didn’t ask me if it was okay this time and he didn’t ask if I liked it. He just fucked me. And he didn’t slow down when his cock slipped out either. He just rammed it back in within micro seconds. By the sound of his breathing, feral grunts, and fevered thrusts, I don’t think it was possible for him to fuck me any other way. Now he couldn’t speak. The couch started to rock and I feared it would tip over from the pounding he was giving it.

  Then he did find some words. “Oh baby, You’re so tight like this. So fucking tight around my cock.” He reached around my hips, the tips of his fingers grazing my wet clit.

  He drilled forward, claiming me, and taking every mind-blowing pleasure he could milk from my fractured body, as his own climax started to build. I could feel it. His cock growing rock fucking hard. His balls slapping against my ass. Filled with hot delicious cum bursting to shoot inside me.

  I loved the sound of his groans and deep seated growls, the slick sticky way our skin stuck together.

  “You taste so good,” he said, growling and nibbling on my neck. “I can still taste your sweet pussy.” He growled so loud it thundered through the room. “Fuck! I’m coming.”

  The place where Damon started and I began became blurred as his strokes to claim my body raced to the finish.

  With a few more sharp thrusts, he shot his load inside me. Hot sticky cum slipped out settling in the cleft of my ass. He collapsed against my spine, heart wildly beating with exhaustion.

  “So that’s what this bondage thing is all about,” I said below him. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode. “Can I get up now? I feel like we’ve just run a marathon. Naked.” We both burst out laughing, falling naked on the couch.

  Chapter SIXTEEN

  Liz

  I was floating on cloud nine and had decided to stay an extra week at the Club, thanks to Jason who was more than happy to pay for it when he saw how happy it made me. When he gave me a knowing look, I suspected he had the mistaken impression that it was because of affection I had for poor Tom. I knew it was wrong to let him think that, but I saw no reason to straighten him out. If I did tell him the truth, he’d just go and find some other poor sucker for me to date.

  Damon and I had settled into a routine. Meeting each other for breakfast every morning, along with Jason so he wasn’t suspicious, and then again late at night. Without Jason! We shared more passionate love trysts than I cared to count, and I found myself thinking about the future. I’d never felt happier or more alive, and told him so on more than one occasion. He admitted that he knew I was leaving, and if this was all we had he was prepared to accept that. He’d also revealed a bit more about his ex-wife. How crazy she was. How she’d threatened suicide and attacked him when he said it was over. Part of me felt sorry for the woman. I’d been there myself, but felt no need to reveal the baggage in my own past. I preferred to think that was another woman entirely. Not me. Someone I didn’t know anymore.

  Damon continued to astound me. For one, he had more stamina than any man I’d ever known. In addition to lovemaking, the kindness he showed those underprivileged kids melted the ice around my heart. Was he for real? Had I finally shaken my bad judgment in picking men? Or would he eventually break my heart? As much as that would hurt, I wanted him anyway. I wanted this. For however long this lasted. How could I possibly resist those deep as the sea, blue eyes? The way he held me like I was precious? The way me made me feel….everything.

  As I lay basking in the sun on a warm summer’s day by the pool, thinking how this was the first place I’d set eyes on Mr. Fucking Amazing Damon Donovan, a storm cloud settled over the sun. Shielding my eyes, I stared up to see.

  Right into the eyes of the devil himself.

  Every muscle in my body stiffened.

  My first thought was how the fuck did a poor deadbeat drug addict like my stepfather get into the most exclusive businessman’s club in Washington D.C.

  “Hello, Lizzy,” he said through straighter teeth than I remembered him having.

  “How’s my little girl?”

  I sat up, glaring at the man who had prostituted me out for drugs at the age of twelve, left me stranded in a mall on Christmas Eve, and basically fucked up my life until I turned eighteen and Jason rescued me.

  “Who the fuck let you …What are you doing here, Jake?”

  “What? No howdy doo for your old man, Lizzy girl?”

  “You aren’t my father.”

  He grabbed my wrist, snarling down at me.”

  “Let go! Let go or I’ll call someone.”

  “Who? Your little boy toy? Do you think he’d like to know what kind of girl you really are, Liz? I don’t think so.” He released my wrist but didn’t budge from where he blocked out my sunlight.

  “How did you get in here?”

  “I have my ways,” was all he said flashing a gold tooth.

  “I don’t want to talk to you, Jake so just leave.”

  “Not until you tell me how your brother is paying for your little vacation here. I knew I was making a mistake by letting you go with him. He should be paying me for taking your slutty little ass off my hands.”

  I didn’t say anything because if I did—it would have been at the top of my lungs and all over the Club. I wasn’t cowering though. Far from it. There was a time when I would have crumbled, promised to do whatever he wanted. Give the men he set me up with exactly what they wanted too. I’d even groveled once. But I wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. “Like you even cared enough to stop Jason from taking me,” I finally said. “Do you even remember that day. No. I thought not. You were so strung out, a bomb could have gone off, and you wouldn’t have said a freaking word, let alone profess some sort of twisted love you claim to have for me.”

  “Shhhhh,” he said, scanning the area. “We don’t want to cause a scene, now do we?”

  No, we didn’t.

  I leapt to my feet, anxious to get as far away from him as possible. If Damon saw us tog
ether, there would be questions about my past.

  “Listen, I don’t know how you got in here, but they have very tight security so if you don’t want to get arrested I suggest you….”

  “Oh I assure you, no one is throwing me out.”

  “Don’t be so sure. Damon doesn’t…”

  “Damon. Damon Donovan won’t give a flying fuck about me, little girl. As far as he’s concerned I’m just another investor.”

  “Investor? Where would you…?”

  “I have my ways,” he repeated.