by Anya Summers
This was it. He walked over, carrying the cuffs. "Give me your hands, please."
With a deep, shuddering breath, she placed her hands—and her trust—in his hands. He wrapped each wrist with a cuff, fastening them together.
"Lie back," he ordered.
She reclined on the massage table, wondering how in the hell they were going to have sex on it. He went to the head of the table and made a few adjustments so that her upper body lay back at an angle.
"I need your hands again, lass," he murmured. She raised her hands above her head. He attached the cuffs to a loop at the top of the table with a chain that had a slight give. She could move her arms, but just barely. A moment of panic set in at being at another's mercy, making her strain against the restraints.
"Easy," he said, tweaking one of her nipples, and she bit back a moan. He played with her nipples until her body relaxed again, the inability to move her arms shifting into pleasure.
He moved around the table like a man on a mission, manipulating her body until it was situated as he wanted it. At the foot of the table he pulled a lever and the bottom half dropped down so that her rear hung over the lip and her feet were dangling. From the underside of the table, he pulled out what looked like gynecologist stirrups. He positioned each of her legs so that they lay open in a wide V, knees bent slightly for comfort, and he wrapped a cuff around each ankle to keep them in that position. Finally, he withdrew a leather strap about two inches wide and laid it across her stomach, making it so that she was completely immobile.
He could do whatever he wanted to her now. Her breathing sped up and she swallowed, attempting to keep the panic at bay.
Declan stood between her legs, lowering the table until it was at the perfect height for his hips. "There, now. Remember, if at any time something hurts or you want to stop, your safeword is red."
"Okay," she breathed. He really wasn't going to hurt her. This was all about experiencing pleasure. It was a heady experience, having all the decisions taken from her, giving all of the control into his strong hands.
"Okay, what?" His hand rubbed over her mound and she sucked in a breath. She was already so turned on and he'd barely begun. She was supposed to respond a certain way. What was it again?
"Yes, Sir." She remembered, praying that she wouldn't disappoint him and slip up somehow.
"Good." He bent over and took her lips while his hands kneaded her breasts. The fact that she couldn't do anything but accept was a heady drug in her system. He positioned his body just so his erect cock bobbed between her legs, rubbing slightly over her labia, and she groaned.
His mouth left her lips, trailed down, and captured her nipple between his teeth. He bit down slightly and her nipple hardened in his mouth. Moaning, wanting more contact, she tried to move closer but her restraints wouldn't let her.
She growled in frustration and felt him grin. "You think this is torture," he traveled back up and whispered in her ear, "but the night hasn't even begun. Just wait until I'm sucking on this pretty little pussy of yours and not allowing you to come, sweet lass."
Zoey whimpered.
He chuckled, his dark head trailing back down to her breasts. He took his time. Massaging them, sucking each one of them into his mouth. Twining his tongue around the nipples, playfully biting them until they were engorged, stabbing up toward the ceiling.
She felt moisture drip from between her legs and Declan rubbed his cock against her labia. She was so turned on from just him playing with her boobs. Would she even survive the rest?
"You are one sweet morsel, lass. I could suck on your beautiful breasts all night."
She groaned in frustration. He could, too, and tied up like she was, there was nothing she could do about it.
At her frustration, he smiled. "Not to worry, I won't torture you that much. Just enough to drive us both crazy."
He went back to her right breast, sucking on the nipple, sending waves of heat straight to her vagina. Then he placed a small silver clamp around it and she sucked in a breath at the exquisite torture. He adjusted it slightly, loosening it a little, and then did the same with her left breast, making the nipple pucker, and then encasing it with a clamp. Pleasure thumped and throbbed in her breasts, shooting all the way to her core. He tongued them again with small flicks and she gasped.
"Please," she begged.
"Please, what?" He hovered above her breasts, his hot breath teasing one red peak.
"Please, Master." Zoey only hoped she remembered the rules. The more heady the pleasure, the more mindless she became.
"Not yet. Soon, lass. Just let go and let me take care of you." He nipped kisses from her breasts, down over her stomach and lower abdomen, until he was kneeling between her open legs. She could see everything he did to her from the angle at which he had arranged her.
His hands stroked her thighs, over her mound, around her labia. He spread the lips of her labia open. He ran his long fingers in lazy circles around her clit, coming perilously close to the sensitive flesh. Over, up and around her slick folds, but never touching her clitoris or the entrance to her vagina. Pleasure built inside her like a pressure cooker. With every stroke of his hands, the more intense her need became. She tried to squirm. She just needed a little more friction and she would come. The restraint holding her midsection immobile added to her frustration. Like a rubber band being stretched, the right touch would set her off and bring her release. He teased her like that indefinitely. Her head fell back against the table and she realized the little mewling noises she could hear were coming from her.
Then his finger stroked over her clit, sharp spikes of pleasure erupted inside her body and she moaned. He watched her response to everything, learning how her body reacted to every stroke, every touch. Increasing the intensity, he rubbed her clitoris, playing with the engorged flesh.
"Please, Sir," Zoey cried, the need for release becoming so prominent she could think of nothing else.
He inserted a finger into her vagina and she felt her muscles clench greedily at him. He thrust the digit in and out, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. A second finger joined the first and she whined, feeling herself near orgasm, the delicious peak building as he finger-fucked her, in hard strokes, moving faster and harder in intensity. Her breathing reached a crescendo, her chest heaved, she was almost there. If he would just...
He withdrew his fingers and she whimpered, bereft at the loss of his fingers inside her. "Not yet." He sucked her juice from his fingers.
"Damn, you do taste sweet." And then his tongue was on her clit, moving in slow, lazy circles over the tight bud. His tongue caressed her labia. He thrust his tongue in her vagina and she panted as he combined his mouth and his fingers. Inserting two digits in her vagina, his tongue swirled around her clit, stroking her. Her hands gripped the chains. If he'd just, oh, sweet heavens. He added a third finger, plunging them in and out. She shook with the force of need coursing through her. She needed release.
"Come for me, lass," he ordered, and sucked deeply on her clit and shoved his fingers inside her. She screamed as she came apart. The orgasm slammed into her in relentless waves, her sex greedily constricting on his fingers. Wave upon wave, her body spasmed. He continued driving his fingers into her slick passage and sucking on her clit until the final clenching ripple.
"Good girl," he murmured against her clit, giving it a last flick before he stood.
Now, she thought, he would plunge inside her with his thick erection. Her body tingled in anticipation, the need to feel something fuller had her biting her lip.
From the nearby table, he picked up a small black plug. Was that for her ass? A butt plug? She wasn't sure how she felt about it. He coated it with lube and, using some of her own natural lubricant, slid the slender plug inside her anus. She'd never experienced anal sex. It felt weird. Her body resisted the intrusion. The incursion within her back channel felt… not good, not bad, just odd.
"How does that feel?" He studied her features and h
er body's reaction to the intrusive plug.
"Strange, Sir." She felt the tissues in her rear expand and accommodate the snug plug, and the discomfort began to fade.
"Thank you for your honesty," he said as he twisted the base of the plug and it started to vibrate. It sent waves of electric pulsations from her rear directly into her pussy. Zoey felt her body respond to the intoxicating pleasure, surprised by her unexpected response to the stimulus.
"How about now?" His thumb grazed a nipple.
"Good, Sir." She moaned as he knelt back down and began the same process all over again. He stroked her labia and clit with his hands while the butt plug vibrated, her nipples, with the clamps still circling them, seemed to pulse in time to anything he did, adding to the increasing pleasure. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub, over and over. He inserted three fingers in her vagina and she felt the friction between them and the vibrating plug. Zoey's eyes crossed, her head falling back, as she could do nothing but surrender to the pleasure bombarding her system. With every stroke, every vibration, her body tightened. He lapped at her like a cat who'd found a bowl of cream.
"Ahhh." Her orgasm exploded, shock waves pounding her system without warning and she wailed, her legs shaking at the sheer force.
He kept eating her—his face, it seemed, almost attached to her vagina as he gorged himself on her flesh to the point that she was almost out of her mind with need. She thrashed her head, mindless with pleasure, but needing more than just his hands and mouth on her. She wanted him to fill her, wanted to feel his length pound inside her body and bring her release.
"Please, Sir, please, please, please," she begged as he lashed her pussy with his tongue. He pulled back slightly, his chin dripping wet with her juices and multitude of her orgasms.
"Tell me what you want." He held her gaze. His breathing was heavy, his chest muscles rippled as he awaited her response. He planned to torture her until she told him what she wanted. It was something she'd never said to a man in her life. But oh, was it exactly what she wanted him to do.
"Fuck me, Master. I need you to fuck me," she pleaded.
"Your wish is my command." He stood, sheathing his big thick length in a condom. Holding his erection at her entrance, he rubbed the head over her slick folds, teasing her, lining his cock up with her entrance. She whimpered at the torment. Then he thrust inside, filling her so full, the butt plug still vibrating, and she burst, the orgasm ripping through her. He was so big, filling her to the brim.
He grunted as her tissues gripped him, pulling him further inside her. He gave her body time to adjust to his large cock, the tremors of her orgasm subsiding as she stretched to accommodate him. Every nerve stood on end as he shifted and drove his pelvis back and forth in slow thrusts. He was truly trying to drive her crazy. Torture her, even. She wanted him to fuck her senseless and his hips circled, rubbed, and shuttled his thick length in and out in sure, slow strokes. Then began a torture of a different variety. He shifted, pulling his cock out until only the head was still embedded within her folds before driving in, all the way to the hilt. He shifted his pelvis, changing his pace, driving himself inside her until the head of his erection touched her womb.
He gripped her hips, digging into her flesh as his pace increased and he hammered inside her willing flesh. His hand moved to her clit, stroking the engorged nub as he continued plunging. His finger scraping over her clit sent sparks of electricity into her pussy. His left hand grasped her breast, and in unison released the clamp and pinched her clit as he drove inside her. Stars exploded behind her lids as the orgasm hit and she screamed. Her body vibrated with the force of her release.
Declan backed off, slowing his strokes, milking her body of every last spasm. Zoey was mindless now. He sped up the tempo, his hands switching positions, with his left hand on her clit, and his right covering her breast. He fingered her nipple, pumping his hips more forcefully, rubbing his fingers over her clit. Without warning, he pinched her clit and released her other breast, sending her over the edge.
She didn't know how the man did it, but somehow he was still hard and buried inside her swollen flesh. Except now that she had come for the umpteenth time, he gripped her hips tightly, setting a bruising rhythm. He strained above her, forcefully thrusting, his own need clamoring for release, but ever mindful of her.
Her legs shook and the vibrations from the butt plug, combined with Declan's demanding, insurgent thrusts, propelled her into a final orgasm so powerful, she felt her consciousness waver. She felt Declan lunge, his cock jerking inside her as he came, setting off another ripple of contractions as he spurted inside the condom. He slowed his movements, pushing his hips until he'd wrung every shuddering aftershock out of their combined orgasms. She felt bereft as he withdrew completely. He leaned over, taking her lips in his, and kissed her so sweetly she felt tears prick her eyes.
"You're beautiful, lass. Thank you."
He removed the butt plug, tossing it in the trash along with his condom. He released her legs first, then her stomach and hands from all the restraints. Her limbs felt as weak as a newborn kitten. Declan grabbed a heated, wet, washcloth, using it to clean her sex and thighs.
She allowed him to dress her, her mind completely adrift. Once he had dressed, he helped her off the massage table, only her legs were too weak and she felt herself sliding to the floor. Swifter than she could blink, Declan swooped her up into his arms.
"I've got you, sweet lass. Rest." He kissed her temple as he carried her. She snuggled close, feeling dreamy and weightless.
The next thing Zoey knew she was being gently laid onto her bed, the covers drawn up over her. Declan's fingers lightly caressed her cheek as softly as butterfly wings.
"Sleep, lass," he whispered and began to retreat.
Her hand grasped his. "Stay?" she asked him. Zoey heard him utter a curse and felt the bed dip with his weight as he settled in next to her. Resting her head on his chest, with his arm around her, she drifted off to sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so cherished.
Chapter 5
Declan woke with the first faint strains of pink dotting the horizon. Zoey had curled into him like a cat as she slept, her right leg resting over his, her arm spread across his chest, with her entire nubile body pressed against him. Her head lay against his shoulder. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept next to a woman. It wasn't his usual after sex routine. Normally when he had sex with a woman, she went to her room and he to his, even after she had submitted herself in utter surrender.
Except… last night, Zoey's bravery at entering his world, her willingness to trust him, and not just submit but her surprised responses to passion made him want her more. It was unusual for him. And quite a bit disconcerting.
He didn't do emotional ties, not since Jenna's betrayal. He had been blind to her ultimate goal, which had been securing a place in his bed in the hope that she could gain his fortune—or a portion of it, at least. He had broken off the engagement when he'd discovered her with not one, but two men from the club in his bed. Then she'd run off with one of the Doms and lost her life in the process.
Thinking of Jenna made ice descend into his heart and soul. Declan extracted himself from Zoey's delectable body, dressed, and left. Exiting her room, he went about his morning rituals and headed to his private gym.
Jared was in the weight room when Declan entered, doing bicep curls in front of the mirror.
"How's the little American lass?" Jared raised an eyebrow at Declan with a hint of a grin as he finished up a set.
On the treadmill, Declan set the pace at a fast run, needing to get his emotions in check and wanting to do it with a bruising workout. The last thing he wanted was to discuss his relationship with Zoey. He didn't want to think about her, or the way she sounded when she came, or that sleeping with her last night had rattled his barriers.
"She's fine," he grunted, unwilling to go into lengthy details about Zoey. She wa
s a conquest and he was entranced at awakening the little sub he had sensed in her.
"Now that you've had a go, you don't mind if I—"
Declan almost snarled at him. He and Jared had shared plenty of women in the past, sometimes at the same time. But he wasn't in the sharing frame of mind when it came to Zoey. The look he gave Jared made the man chuckle with a knowing grin.
"So that's the way of it. About time, man. I've got to say, having her watch me with Sherry, the way her pretty cheeks flushed, was a complete turn-on. I haven't come that hard in ages and Sherry could barely walk by the time I was finished."
Declan didn't respond, he only increased his speed at hearing Jared's laughter filling the room. Mine. Zoey was his sub, even if she didn't know it yet. It might only be for this week, but he had staked his claim.
Declan put in a punishing ninety minutes with weights and a six mile run. By the time he made it back to his room, the workout had cleared his head enough that he had a plan he wanted to implement. If last night had not convinced her to spend the week with him, then Declan would do whatever it took to persuade her. He would spend the week getting to know every little sigh and moan, until Zoey's body played for him alone. Then, when the week was over, she would go back to her world and he would stay in his.
He smiled as he stepped into the shower, not having experienced the thrill of pursuit in ages.
A knock on the door woke Zoey up from a pleasant, erotic dream. She shook her head. All night, her mind had replayed the events of last night; watching the butler screw a woman's brains out, only to have Declan appear and do the same to her.
The knock sounded again. "Come in." She sat up, wincing slightly at her tender backside, holding the covers to her chest. A woman entered, carrying a stack of clothing. It was the blonde from last night, the one Zoey had watched Jared bang. She felt her cheeks flush.