If she could, maybe it would take her mind off the way Nathan was securing her legs back against her chest, leaving her unable to lower them.
“Lovely submissive, Master Delacroix,” someone said, and Connelly opened her eyes to see who.
A younger man, probably late twenties or early thirties, stood next to Nathan, admiring his restraining work.
“Is she new?” he asked.
“Yes,” Nathan replied, but he kept his eyes on her.
The young man’s gaze swept over her body. “I look forward to seeing you again,” he purred before walking away, leaving her feeling…cheap.
Suddenly, her arousal turned to doubt and insecurity. She had these incredible sensations with Nathan, but would she have them with any man? Would anyone with a flogger or paddle do to satisfy her shockingly insatiable hunger for rough sex?
The fingers of the small flogger that Nathan held landed across her labia with a stinging slap. She yelled and glanced at her Master, wondering what she’d done wrong.
“Your mind is wandering,” Nathan said. “Focus, Connelly. Keep your attention and thoughts on me and what I’m about to do to you.”
She swallowed. “You’re some sort of witch, aren’t you?”
“A witch?” Nathan asked, although the delight in his gaze contradicted the harshness of his earlier tone.
“How else would you know what I’m thinking?”
“I read your body. Your reactions. It’s not that difficult if you’re paying attention.”
She eyed him skeptically. Why did she have the feeling there was so much more to it? No one could possibly be that observant.
Could they?
The touch of his fingers spreading her labia drove any thoughts of mind reading right out of her head. His fingers were gentle, his breath warm as he blew against her opening. She tried to lift her hips toward his face, but the straps kept her pinned in place. She couldn’t move even a small fraction of an inch. She was completely at his mercy, and that alone had her panting for more.
“Your pussy is wet, pet. But let’s see if we can get it wetter.”
He flicked the small flogger, hitting her just below her clit. Her labia warmed as the leather strips slid against her skin. Connelly bit her lip and moaned. He hadn’t hit her very hard but hard enough to send a jolt of heat to her womb. With a twist of his wrist, he whacked her again, this time with more force. Connelly drew in a sharp breath at the harsh sting, but that pain quickly morphed into an aching need.
“Another,” she whispered.
Chuckling, Nathan obliged, hitting her with the same intensity as before. She shuddered, unable to stop the rising tide of lust as the pleasure-pain raced through her lower body. It hurt, but it felt so good. Every part of her body warmed and tensed with unanswered hunger.
He slapped the leather against her one more time and then leaned down to lick between her folds in wicked strokes. He teased her opening before moving upward to circle her swollen clit.
She groaned in pleasure while trying to lift her hips against the restraints, only to growl in frustration at not being able to move closer to his heavenly kiss. Nathan chuckled and pulled his mouth away.
“Getting there,” he said before swatting her with the flogger once more. “I like my pussies good and wet, so I slide in easily and fill that pussy up.”
His words sent another current of need through her body that had her panting loudly. He moved the flogger to the backs of her thighs, and she mumbled in disappointment, wanting him to return between her legs.
“We’ll get there, pet. I’ll return and torture that little pussy till you can’t take it anymore and beg me to make you come.”
She was already close to that now. He worked the flogger up the backs of her legs, then down toward her pussy again. He flicked the leather hard, right at her opening, and she thought she might scream from the intense pleasure that held her tight in its grip.
To her disappointment, he backed off and left her gasping for more.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“My pace, pet,” he replied. “And I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Connelly gulped, unsure how much more she could take.
“I think she needs these.”
She opened her eyes to see Daniel hand Nathan two nipple clamps. Her nipples were already sore from earlier, and she shook her head, hoping Nathan would heed her silent plea. She should’ve known better.
With a wicked grin, he walked to the side and used his fingers to pinch her nipple into a tight bud. She winced at first, but then the pain began to turn into something else, something close to what the flogging had done.
“That’s my girl,” Nathan said as he placed the clamp on her extended nub.
He repeated the process with the other one and had her practically begging by the time he placed the second jeweled clamp in place.
“Now. That’s much better,” he murmured before returning to his spot between her legs.
He whacked her pussy with the flogger, catching her right labia with a stinging slap. She moaned loudly enough she was sure everyone in the pool area heard her. He repeated the blow on the left labia, just barely missing her clit. She wanted him to hit her there so bad she could hardly breathe.
Please, please. Smack my clit. Please oh, please.
Instead, Nathan moved the flogger lower, catching her just below her opening. Connelly growled in vexation. She wanted to come, damn it.
The slaps stopped, and she whined. She had no idea what she said, and frankly wasn’t sure she cared. God, where would she ever find another man that could do this to her? Who could make her feel this way? She didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, her pussy needed something inside it so badly her walls quivered and her stomach knotted.
“Master, please.”
“Deep breaths, pet.”
Connelly drew in one deep breath, then another. Her desire slowly ebbed, but it still clung just below the surface. Once she’d settled down, Nathan stepped forward and used his thumbs to spread her labia. He smeared one slowly through the cream coating her opening, and she mewled like a contented kitten.
He pressed his thumb inside, and she thought she would combust.
“Nice and slick,” he said. “Exactly as I like them.”
“Then fuck me, please,” she said, no longer caring that everyone heard her.
“Not yet.”
He pulled his thumb free. Connelly moved her head from side to side as she fought the straps holding her down.
Nathan struck the back of her thigh with his palm. “Be still!”
She immediately froze. Not because it had hurt but because of the tone of his voice. It was so commanding and firm and so damn sexy. She wanted him to boss her around more. Tell her what to do in that deep, totally hot voice of his.
She felt his breath against her mound seconds before his lips touched her labia. Connelly jerked harshly, her orgasm barely beyond her reach. Nathan kissed her opening, teasing her with deep swipes of his tongue. Her entire lower body spasmed in reaction. He changed tactics on her, moving the tip of his tongue in slow figure eights in the sensitive spot between her opening and clit.
She thought she might die. Every part of her felt oversensitive, every sound dulled and forgotten as he continued to torment her. She gave no more thought to the crowd around them. All she could think about was Nathan’s talented mouth and how good his cock would feel if he’d just give it to her.
“Master, please,” she yelled in desperation.
In response, Nathan moved away. Connelly gasped in shock. “No,” she cried. “Damn it.”
“When I say,” Nathan replied quietly.
“I swear if I could get my hands on you, I’d hit you,” she snarled.
“Somebody gets mean when they get horny,” Nathan said, but Connelly could hear the smile in his voice as well as the chuckles from the other Doms around the bar watching them.
“I’m sorry, Master,” s
he whispered, although truthfully she wasn’t sure she meant it. She just wanted him to put her out of her misery.
“I think perhaps I need to cool this pussy down a bit.”
Nathan reached for something on the bar by Connelly’s head. She frowned as she realized it was a small cube of ice.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but Nathan remained silent.
He placed the ice-cold cube on her labia and slowly slid it downward. She gasped at the cold against her skin that hurt almost like a sting. He moved to the other labia, repeating the same motion. When he slid it between her labia, gently circling her opening, Connelly cried out and jerked at the wickedly odd sensation. She wanted more, but she could tell the ice was melting. As it did, he moved his fingers lower between the cheeks of her ass. She shivered as he circled her tight anal opening, teasing it with what was left of the ice.
“Better now,” he whispered as his hand fell away.
No. I want you so much my whole body hurts.
“Say it, Connelly,” Nathan said softly.
At first, she wasn’t sure what he meant. “I…I want you.”
“You want me to what?” he asked casually.
Oh, yeah. She’d definitely hit him.
“Make me come.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
He whacked her clit with the flogger, and she screamed as her body instantly erupted into a violent orgasm. Every tap of the leather against her sensitive nub made her pussy clench and quiver. Her womb tensed and jerked as a powerful wave of her release sped through her lower extremities.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, panting. “Please. I want more.”
He swatted her again, and she shivered in orgasmic delight.
One more, oh, just one more.
He didn’t give it to her, and she whined in utter disappointment. If she wasn’t tied down, she’d be undulating like a cat in heat.
Nathan quickly undid her straps and helped her to a sitting position. She was still so hot and ripe with need, she wiggled against the bar, trying to rub her clit against it.
“Patience, pet,” Nathan murmured as he helped her down.
The second her feet landed on the floor, her legs shook, and she almost fell. Nathan quickly lifted her in his arms and headed across the patio. He walked with purpose, determination, and Connelly wondered where they were going.
“Nathan?” she asked as he left the pool deck and moved down a small concrete path to the guesthouse.
“I wanted somewhere a little more private when I fuck you this time,” he replied.
Connelly’s entire body shook at his words. Leaning forward, she kissed his neck softly as he opened the door and quickly stepped inside the small house.
Chapter Sixteen
Connelly didn’t pay any attention to her surroundings. All she could think about was the fact that Nathan was going to fuck her again. She’d have him inside her. The walls of her channel clenched at the thought.
He set her knees on the bed but kept his arm around her waist as he dipped his head to kiss her. It was hard, hungry, demanding, and so good Connelly had to hold tight to keep from falling. God, she loved the way he kissed. It was the kiss of a dominating man. A man who knew what he wanted, and if his kiss and the erection pressing against her stomach were any indication, he wanted her.
That knowledge warmed her and gave her enough confidence to reach into his swim trunks and cup his enormous shaft.
He’d been right—he had hurt at first, but that changed almost instantly the second he’d become fully sheathed inside her. His cock stretched her so tight she could feel every beat of his heart through her walls. She wanted to feel it again. She wanted him to dominate her by entering her from behind.
Nathan broke the kiss and growled, “Turn around and brace your hands on the headboard.”
On wobbly legs, Connelly did as he demanded. She glanced at him over her shoulder just as he put one knee on the bed. He gripped a handful of her hair in his fist and jerked her head back.
“Is this how you like it, pet?” he purred dangerously, making her shiver. “Rough and from behind?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He positioned himself behind her hips and teased her by rubbing his length against her pussy. Connelly whimpered, working her hips along with his.
“I remembered the condom this time,” he murmured as he let go of her hair so he could spank her ass.
The pain sent a burst of heat to her womb.
“Now I can slide inside this wet pussy and burrow deep and hard. Would you like that, pet?”
“Yes,” she hissed as he teased her opening with the head of his shaft.
She tried to push back against him, but he slapped her ass again. “Patience!”
“I don’t have any,” she whined.
“I see that,” he purred. “And honestly, right now, neither do I.”
He shoved into her, pushing her forward. She gripped the headboard to keep from falling and then thrust against him, forcing his cock even deeper. With a groan, he pulled back, then plunged in again, this time going so deep his balls slapped against her clit with electrifying pleasure.
God, he was so big. In this position, he felt even bigger, stretching her walls so tight it bordered on pain. He held himself there as he slid his palm around to the front and cupped the inside of her upper thighs just below her pussy. He tugged her upward, lifting her higher and allowing him to press in even farther. Connelly gasped as the head of his cock bumped the back of her womb, almost sending her over the edge once more.
He gave her thighs a squeeze before moving his fingers slowly over her mound, just barely brushing her clit.
“Oh, God,” Connelly groaned.
He pulled back and thrust in with enough force to make her breasts wiggle. The clamps tugged at her nipples, and she hissed at the pleasure-pain sensation. The torment came from everywhere—from his cock ramming into her, his palm slapping against her ass, and the clamps biting into her nipples. All of it converged to create sensations she’d never felt before.
Nathan fisted his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. Leaning forward, he growled softly in her ear. “I like how this pussy of yours can take the punishment I dish out.”
Connelly licked her lips and moaned.
“I like how it squeezes at my cock, sucking it deeper. And the more pain I give you”—he tugged her hair harshly, making her whimper—“the more it sucks at my dick. You like it rough, don’t you, pet? Rough and dirty.”
“Yes. Oh, yes. Harder, Master.”
Nathan let go of her hair, reared back, and fucked her fast and harsh. He thrust in and out, showing her no mercy as he shoved his cock deeper, it seemed, with every push of his hips.
Connelly could hardly breathe it felt so good. When he reached around and pinched her clit, she exploded like a rocket. Just as her throbs were about to subside, he grabbed the clips and released them both at the same time. Blood rushed back into her nipples, sending searing shots of pain through her breasts, and to her shock, her orgasm began anew. She’d never felt anything like it. Gripping the headboard, she shoved her hips back against Nathan, screaming, “Oh, yes. Oh, God. Yes!”
With a shout, Nathan fell off that cliff with her, shoving his cock against her womb as he lost himself to his own release.
Every inch of Connelly’s body shook in weakness as Nathan pulled his cock free of her pussy and helped her to lower to her stomach. With a sigh, she relaxed against the soft mattress and warm covers beneath her. Now that the excitement was over, she noticed the cool air of the room, which made her shiver.
“Shh,” Nathan cooed as he removed his condom and tossed it away in the trash.
She didn’t even notice when he’d put one on.
“What did you mean you remembered a condom this time?” she asked sleepily.
Nathan leaned over and kissed her upper back sweetly, and she moaned.
“I almost took you bareback i
n the pool. That’s why I stopped.”
“So Master Delacroix can be pushed to lose control?”
He chuckled and kissed her spine in the center of her back. His soft lips were playing havoc with her senses.
“On occasion.”
“I have an implant, and I’ve been tested. You?”
“Well, I don’t have an implant,” he teased as he slowly drew his fingers over her hip. “But I have been tested. I have a rule here at the club, though, to always use a condom, even couples who’ve been together for a while. It wouldn’t look good for me to forgo that rule but still expect them to follow.” He kissed the small of her back. “But here in my guesthouse is another story, and I’ll remember I don’t need one next time.”
She smiled slightly. Next time? Did he want to see her again?
“And that next time may be later tonight,” he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps over her flesh. “You’re staying with me tonight, pet. Your Dom insists you be in his arms for now.”
He settled on the bed next to her, and she turned, snuggling up to his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. He wrapped one arm around her upper back and the other he used to cover her hand that rested over his chest. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her ear and smiled. Was he actually beating in time with her heartbeats?
“What about your guests?” she asked tiredly.
“They’ll be fine.”
This felt so good, being in his arms. She was safe, content, and more satisfied than she’d ever felt in her entire life. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Just please don’t get attached.
* * * *
Nathan awoke with a jerk and glanced around the dark room. It was that damn vision again. With the flash of light came the pain in his head, only this time he was better prepared for it and the impact was less of a shock. Sighing, he sat up and looked at the clock. It was 3 a.m. The patio outside was quiet. Apparently everyone had gone home. Everyone except his hot little masochist in the bed next to him.
He smiled slightly and touched her hair. It was soft between his fingers, and he was sorely tempted to wake her with his cock between her legs but decided to let her sleep awhile longer.
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