Chasing Felicity [Passion Peak, Colorado 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Maverick released her mouth and moved to her neck, gently nipping at her skin, alternating that with grazing against her with his teeth. The effect was like tiny shock waves that made her nipples tingle and her clit throb. Her pulse raced, and her breathing came in short gasps.

  It was so much more erotic being in this room, with the bondage furniture and the promise of toys, than in her modest home with the boring bedroom. This was like being in a private club or a place specifically designed for seduction and play. It made her feel special to be here, as though she were part of an exclusive society that only certain members were allowed into.

  “I think it’s time to lose this, as pretty as it is.” He pulled off her sweater in one fluid motion and carefully laid it across the same chair where he’d placed her purse. One finger traced a line over the satin of her bra. “This is gorgeous, Felicity. Thank you for wearing it. I love the color on you.”

  “Thank you, Sir. The thong matches.”

  His grin made the garment she’d mentioned so wet that it was now pretty much useless. “A thong, eh? We need to see that. Take off the skirt, slowly. But keep the boots. I love them, by the way.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” Felicity unzipped her skirt and slid it down over her thighs as slowly as possible, maintaining eye contact. The lust shining out of his dark eyes was enough to make her almost come. When it was down as far as she could slide it without bending over to take it off, she stepped out of it and placed it on top of her sweater.

  Maverick took a couple of steps back and looked at her, his gaze traveling slowly up and down, until finally he made eye contact again. “Now take off the thong,” he said quietly.

  She did, stepping out of it again and tossing it on the chair.

  “I love the landing strip. Will you keep it like that for me?”

  Felicity nodded. She couldn’t even form a coherent thought right now let alone a word or two.

  “Unhook the bra, but don’t take it completely off. Tease me with it, Felicity.”

  She loved this side of him. Where had it been last night? Was it being here, on his own turf, that had brought out his dominance? She didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to question it. She was simply going to enjoy it.

  She unhooked her bra, looking into his eyes the entire time, and then she slid down the straps but held onto the cups. Every nerve ending was on fire. There was nothing she’d deny him right now. Felicity revealed just the tops of her breasts, and now she held the fabric with only two fingers on each side, teasing him with the knowledge that she was only a slip of the hand away from being completely nude.

  He watched her with as much intensity as he might watch someone reveal the greatest secret in the universe. It made her feel sexy, and beautiful, and as if he had eyes for her and no one else. In his gaze, she was the only woman on the planet. The one he’d waited for all his life.

  “Let it fall,” he said quietly, almost reverently. Even though he’d already seen her body naked last night, this was different for some reason. It was almost a sacred ritual they were engaged in tonight.

  She let it fall to the floor, and this time didn’t bother to worry about picking it up and placing it on the chair with the rest of her clothing. Maverick’s eyes hypnotized her. She couldn’t look away from his gaze. When he reached out to caress each nipple, she drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes, enjoying the way she could feel every centimeter of his fingertips against her skin. Goosebumps raised up all over her body and when she opened her eyes again, it was to find him smiling at her.

  “Do you have any idea what it does for me to know that I make you feel this good?”

  She nodded. “Yes, I think I do. Because it makes me feel the same way to know I make you this hot for me, Sir.”

  “Felicity, I want to fulfill all your fantasies tonight. Tell me what they are. Anything. I’ll do anything you want to do.”

  She giggled, only because there were so many emotions bubbling up inside that she couldn’t process them all at the same time. “I thought I was the sub and you were the Dom?”

  “You are and I am. But being a Dom isn’t about ‘my way or the highway.’ It’s about cherishing you, and meeting your needs, and protecting you. Your submission doesn’t mean you don’t get a say-so in what we do in the bedroom. I love watching you come, and I love that you’re so turned on right now that you’re ready to jump me.”

  Was he a mind reader? She felt exposed and vulnerable, but it had nothing to do with her physical nudity. It was as if he’d suddenly peeled back her skull and peered into her thoughts and emotions. “So, you can see that, then?”

  “Yes, I can. And I want to see it even more. I want you so willing and ready for me that you can’t think about anything else. Tell me one fantasy, Felicity. Just one for now. Anything, and I’ll make it happen for you.”

  Oh, the possibilities that ran through her mind at those words. But one of them rose to the forefront, before she even had time to conjure up an image of the others. “I’d love to know what it feels like to be bent over that spanking bench in the corner and flogged. I had that done once, at Indulgence, but it was over my clothes and it was done during a demo at a class I attended.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes, Sir. Winona, Eve, and I were there for a class on impact play. Nash was teaching it, and since there were several bottoms present without a Top, he and one of his DMs did demos for us. With our consent, of course.”

  Maverick was grinning now. “I’m sorry I missed that. Who flogged you?”

  “Tommy Farley. It was one of the few times I’ve seen him there without his mask. He’s very strong.”

  “Yes, he is. I’m not sure I can throw a flogger quite as well as he can, but I’ll sure try, if that’s what you’d like.”

  “Oh, yes. I mean, yes, Sir. I would like that.”

  Maverick took her hand and led her to the bench. Felicity wanted to run toward it. He didn’t even have to help her drape herself over it. She took care of that on her own. She heard him rummaging around in a drawer but kept her eyes on the floor, trying to control her breathing and heart rate. She hadn’t been this excited in a very long time.

  “Felicity, I think you should have a few safewords tonight. Let’s use ‘red’ to stop the scene, no questions asked, ‘yellow’ for anything that needs attention or adjusted, and ‘green’ if you’re all right and want me to keep going or up the intensity. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to just go with what I feel, and I will trust you to stop the scene with a safeword if need be, but we never did talk about limits, and I think we should.”

  “Um, okay. Sir. I’m not fond of knives, even if they’re used to scrape the skin but not cut it, and I don’t like electricity at all.”

  He caressed her ass cheeks and she moaned softly. “What about impact play? What can’t I use at all?”

  “Anything that’s likely to cut my skin, like a cane, Sir.”

  “All right. Anything else you can think of right now?”

  Think? She was supposed to think? “No, Sir. Not right now.”

  “If something comes up, safeword the scene so we can discuss it. Agreed?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Maverick fastened thick leather cuffs around her wrists. Felicity began to tremble, but not from fear. Just the act of having him place them on her body sent her to that vulnerable place again, where it was as if he’d simply reached in and touched her thoughts. She wanted to be tied down and under his control. She wanted to submit to him.

  She loved that he wasn’t telling her every single thing he was going to do, but instead trusted her so much already that he knew she’d safeword if she needed to. It made her feel like they were already in a Dom/sub relationship, and that they’d known each other much longer than they actually had. It helped her relax into the moment and slip away from reality. She didn’t want any of that to intrude tonight. This was all for her and Maverick to enjoy.

  H
e fastened the cuffs to rings on the bench, and then he placed what felt like a spreader bar around her boots at the ankle. She listened to him lock that down as well against the sides of the bench, and then he walked around her several times, slowly. She kept her gaze on the floor but was aware of the change in air movement as his body was in different planes relative to hers. She heard him pick up something, or at least heard a sound that she interpreted as that, and then she tensed, waiting to see which sensation would strike her ass cheeks first.

  Chapter Ten

  The whistle of a flogger split the silence a nanosecond before it landed across both ass cheeks, sharp and burning. Felicity moaned, and then cried out as she was struck again. This was a lot different than being flogged across her jeans in a demo. Maverick meant business. But it wasn’t only the pain that evoked unexpected emotions.

  It was the realization that she was with him, naked, restrained, and had complete and total control over how much he would give her, and with what. All she had to do was call a safeword. It was intoxicating, and that rush of endorphins only added to her already intense arousal.

  He struck her five times and then he caressed the wounds he’d just made, murmuring soft words of praise and encouragement. “I’m so proud of you, Felicity. You look beautiful like this, restrained and ready for me.” He brushed a finger along her soaking wet pussy, and she heard his satisfied moan. “You’re ready for me in more ways than one, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “We’ll get to that. You’re worth the wait.”

  Felicity cried out in pain and pleasure as he began to flog her again. This time he didn’t stop until he’d reached ten strikes, and she was out of her mind with need by then. Her ass cheeks were on fire, but each throw of the flogger had also sent a jolt of electricity to her clit. She swore all she had to do was flex her Kegel muscles and she’d come. Would he mind her doing that? Would he even know if she did?

  He brushed the tails across her puffy ass cheeks, eliciting a loud moan from her. “I think one more round with this and then we’ll try something else.” Before she could even begin to process what he’d just said, no less than twenty strikes were thrown across her ass cheeks, and this time Felicity slipped away into a state where pain and pleasure became one, and she felt almost as though she were floating above the scene, watching it instead of being part of it. She was slap-happy and spacey at the same time.

  Just when the pain began to break though the fog that had wrapped itself around her brain, he stopped and kissed her sore ass cheeks, gently, one at a time, alternating sides. “I am so proud of you.” Kiss, kiss. “Your ass is so red right now, and it’s so fucking beautiful.” More kisses. “Are you all right? What color are you, Felicity?”

  “Green, Sir.” Her words sounded slurred, like she was drunk.

  “Good girl.” She heard movement again, but it seemed to come from far away, as though he were in another room. She closed her eyes and just let her body go, relaxing every muscle, to lean against the bench and into the restraints binding her to it. It was so liberating, in an odd way. She didn’t have to do anything. She didn’t have to think or make a decision. All she had to was feel and let the sensations wash over her. She only had to experience them. She didn’t even have to process them.

  A soft whirring noise snapped her back to reality, and when Maverick touched her wet pussy with the head of a vibrator, Felicity moaned loudly. “You like that?”

  “Oh…yes, Sir…I sure do.”

  He moved it over her clit, then down and around to her anus, and back again, over and over. Each time it passed over her clit, tiny contractions fluttered inside her pussy. “Should I let you come?”

  His voice was soft and teasing, and it nearly sent her over the edge. “Please, Sir…”

  “I don’t know. I don’t think you’ve earned it quite yet.” He turned off the vibrator and she cried out in frustration, trying to move her arms, but they were tied down tightly. All she could do was clench her fists. “Patience, Felicity. I want to have a bit more fun with this beautiful ass first.”

  She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. A fine sheen of sweat had gathered at her hairline, and she struggled just to keep breathing. When Maverick began to swat her ass cheeks with what felt like a wooden paddle, she could only moan and mutter incomprehensible words. She lost count of the number of swats. All she knew was that every few strikes he’d gently caress her ass, pussy and clit, until she was nothing but a quivering mass of jelly.

  He kept telling her over and over how proud he was of her, how beautiful she was, and how much he was enjoying this. If she had known he was hiding this sexy, dark, dominant side, she’d have done something about it. Then again, she hadn’t known until Monday that he even existed. All those years, and he’d been right here, tucked away in this beautiful house, with all these fun toys.

  When he finally stopped, she whispered, “Yellow.”

  “Do you need me to take off the restraints, sweetheart?” His voice was tender and full of concern. Had he really just called her “sweetheart”? “No, Sir. Water, please.”

  He held a bottle to her lips and she drank it all, spilling some onto the floor, but he didn’t react and she was too out of it to ask if that had been all right. He’d tell her if it wasn’t. He reached around and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples into taut peaks. He was still dressed, but he rubbed his bulge against her ass crack, and Felicity moaned loudly.

  “I’d like to tie you to my bed, on your back. I have a few more things to do to you. But this is about your fantasies, remember? What’s your next one?”

  “Whatever you want to do to me, Sir.”

  He chuckled, sending a shiver up and down her spine. “Is that really your next fantasy, Felicity? To allow me to do whatever I want? Or do you need more spanking still?”

  No, she’d had enough of that for now. Of that, she was certain. But there was something she’d always wanted to try, and had never had the chance to. Would he think it was weird?

  “Felicity? What’s your next fantasy?”

  As if she could even think right now. Her nipples were alive with sensation and all she could picture was his dick, naked, rubbing her ass crack and pussy. But she’d never get to try what she wanted if she didn’t speak up. “Sir, will you flog and paddle my pussy and breasts? While I’m tied to your bed?”

  Maverick groaned. “Oh, Felicity…I would love to do that. And then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and I’m going to fuck your pussy. I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can walk.”

  “Oh yes…yes, Sir. I want that, too.”

  He had the spreader bar and cuffs off her so fast she almost started to giggle. He helped her stand then watched her carefully as if assessing whether she was okay. As soon as some of the euphoria began to subside, he must have seen the change come over her, because it wasn’t until then that he pulled her into a tight embrace and captured her mouth in a hot kiss.

  Felicity leaned into his body and gave over to the emotions flooding her brain as his tongue slipped into her mouth. The man was an incredible kisser. When he finally released it, he cupped both hands around her face. “Why couldn’t I have met you all those years ago instead?”

  He’d asked so softly, she wasn’t sure he’d even been aware that he’d said it out loud. She had no answer, so she didn’t try to come up with one, but she did feel sad at the melancholy tone in his voice. She realized she knew nothing at all about his past, and he knew nothing about hers. But this wasn’t the time to ask. They had all night to talk.

  He led her to his bed and she lay on her back watching him. He put the wrist cuffs back on, and this time he took off her boots as well. He walked over to where he’d placed the toys and retrieved an additional set of cuffs, and then, once those were on her ankles, he fastened both sets to chains he’d also brought with him. He threaded the chains attached to her wrist cuffs through rings on the bed canopy overhead, and the
ankle ones to rings on the posts at the foot of the bed.

  The end result was that she was spread-eagled on the bed, and all she could move was her head. He placed a small pillow under her hips so that they were slightly elevated, and then he stood at the foot of the bed and began to undress.

  Felicity moaned and sighed as he revealed his muscled body, and she began to wish she hadn’t included him tying her to the bed as part of this fantasy, because now she wouldn’t be able to touch him. But once again, the loss of control yet feeling of security the restraints evoked, coupled with the knowledge that her calling a safeword was really driving the scene, sent her into a state of bliss and total acquiescence.

  He held up a dark purple flogger with thin leather straps. “This is what I used on your ass.” Felicity had to tear her gaze away from his dick to look at the flogger. “I’m going to use it on your pussy. It’s swollen already, and juicy wet.”

  “I can’t help that, Sir.” And really, he had no room to talk. His cock looked ready to burst. Tiny beads of pre-cum glistened on the head, and Felicity wished he’d move it up to her mouth, just so she could sneak in a taste.

  “I love it that you’re so ready for me.” He brushed the tails across her pussy and then up to her nipples. Felicity tossed her head back and forth and moaned. It didn’t matter that all he’d done was touch her with it. She knew what was coming, and even though she’d never been flogged on those parts before, she could imagine would it feel like.

  When he slapped it against her pussy, it wasn’t as forceful as the strikes on her ass had been. He watched her face carefully as he did it three more times, and Felicity was overwhelmed by the tenderness and care he was taking with her. When he did the same thing to her nipples, all she wanted him to do was hit her hard, just so she could feel it, but she knew he’d get there, eventually. This teasing was sweet torture, and if the way the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up was any indication, he knew that, and he was enjoying it.