Sadistic jerk.
Kit stretched out next to her, his head propped up in his hand. She struggled against the rope, unsure whether she should hold herself in place, or let the rope do the job for her.
“Let me go,” she said.
“No.”
“Kit, this hurts.”
“Then say red.”
She clamped her lips shut. The ropes dug into her skin, and the position was uncomfortable, but was it bad enough to use a safe word?
No.
“Kit, please?”
“Not unless you say red.” He reached out and flicked the jeweled end of her nipple ring. “I like how your breasts are thrust out. Hm. Gives me an idea.” He sat up and she could hear him rummaging in his bag.
“No more ideas.” She panted as her muscles began to scream in protest.
“I’m going to keep having ideas, Renee. Especially when you’re around.” He stretched out next to her and clamped a regular, wooden clothespin to her left nipple, positioned so that it caught the jewelry between the ends.
Renee cried out, caught somewhere between screaming, Make it stop now, and Oh, God, more.
He waited a moment before scooting around and clamping her other breast. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, breathing through the sharp jab of sensation. As her mind grew quiet once more, she was aware that Kit had grabbed her shoulders and supported her, giving her a bit more relief.
“That’s a girl, deep breath. You’re doing great. You’re so beautiful.” He kept muttering small encouragements to her. His voice tethered her to him in some sensual spell she’d never experienced before.
“Kit.” She stretched his name out, using it as a plea.
“What is it, babe?”
She didn’t know what she wanted, what she needed, but whatever it was, he had it.
Kit must have realized her ability to communicate was quickly evaporating. He slowly released her shoulders until she held herself up once more. She let her head sag forward, which put more strain on her shoulders. There was nothing easy or beautiful about being hog-tied with a bar between her knees. It left her vulnerable and completely at his mercy.
The unmistakable sound of a vibrator clicked on. All the fight was gone from her body, but she still quivered.
Denim brushed her outer thigh and her lower shin became very intimate with the crotch of Kit’s jeans. She couldn’t even think as she tracked the sound of the vibrator lower, and lower. Plastic cyberskin grazed her inner thigh. She sucked in a deep breath as the blunt head of a dildo pressed against her opening. He reached through the pretzel of her legs and spread her labia.
Renee sucked in a breath as he thrust the toy into her. It was cold, but its passage was eased by her heightened state of arousal. He slid it out and back in, but her muscles tightened. She couldn’t hold herself upright, while keeping her lower body soft.
Kit dug a hand into her hair and pulled, rocking her back onto her hips and taking the strain off her body. He thrust the vibrator into her, and this time she felt the press of a little extra piece on her clit. She gasped as he worked the rabbit dildo in and out of her. Not only the shaft vibrated, but the little extra piece did as well.
She moaned each time the little rabbit pressed her clit, and Kit wasn’t gentle with it. As her body lubricated the toy, he thrust harder and faster.
Was she supposed to come? Would he tell her when she was allowed to?
Renee squeezed her eyes shut as the rising tide of desire rose. Her body coiled so tight she could feel each raised ridge of the dildo to her toes.
“Come on, babe, come on,” Kit muttered.
Well, if he insisted, she wasn’t about to hold onto it any longer.
She groaned and wiggled her hips as he thrust the toy. Little sparks ricocheted through her body. Again he thrust and this time the vibrator hit just right. She shot over the edge and into the abyss as orgasm washed over her, pleasure drowning every fiber of her body. He continued to work the toy in and out, in and out, milking every drop of cum out of her.
“Stop. Kit, stop.” She gasped as the vibrator continued to stimulate over-used nerves.
“You don’t get to tell me when to stop.” He let go of her hair, but continued to torture her with the damned toy.
Renee was too exhausted to hold herself up. The ropes and bar kept her in place, while Kit continued his assault on her body.
“No, Kit, really, stop.”
“Then call red.”
She shifted her shoulders and moved her hips just as he pushed the vibrator deep inside of her. He held it there. A click was all the warning he gave her before the vibrations took on a higher pitch, and the whole thing began to shake and rotate faster.
Renee tossed her head back and cried out as nerves screamed. It was too much.
“Kit, stop. I can’t. Not again. Stop, please.”
His only reply was to nudge the base of the dildo, teasing her more.
She began to tug against the ropes, but there was no more give to them than before. The bar kept her wedged open and completely at his mercy...or lack thereof. She squirmed, but only managed to twist the clothespin on her left breast enough that it pinched her even worse than before.
“Please, stop. Kit.” She sucked in deep breaths as the muscles low in her stomach began to tighten. There was no way he’d get her to orgasm a second time. She simply did not have multiple orgasms. It was just beyond her ability.
“Nope.”
He worked the vibrator in and out in short, hard thrusts. She couldn’t help the mewling noises escaping her lips. Every part of her body felt as if the nerves were exposed and throbbing. It was too much.
She turned her head sideways and gasped as her pussy constricted and she shuddered. It was a small orgasm, but the shock of it rocked her completely out of reason. As if he’d flipped a switch, arousal flooded her channel again and he stroked deep once more, fucking her with a purpose.
Renee sagged against the ropes, a slave to her body and the man who pushed her beyond a limit she’d never come close to breaking. He reached around and released the clothespin on her left breast. She tossed her head back and screamed. The sudden rush of blood into her breast combined with a third orgasm rolling up from her toes robbed her of the last vestiges of sense. She babbled incoherent words as he pushed and thrust, palming her breast and muttering to her.
How long it went on, how many orgasms he forced upon her, she couldn’t tell. By the time he eased the vibrator from her and unbuckled the bar, she was half delirious. When he untied her, she slumped, face-first on the carpet, unable to move or even lift her exhausted limbs.
Kit gathered her to his chest and kissed her, and she could have cried if she’d had the strength. He stirred things so deep in her that she wasn’t sure where to put the pieces back.
* * * *
Kit shifted in his sleep, hovering on the verge of wakefulness as he had for most of the night. The same few moments kept repeating behind his eyelids.
Renee, babbling, tears on her cheeks as he held her. He doubted she knew what she was saying, or even where she was. She’d hit subspace pretty hard, but after that first orgasm, anything human had left her. She’d completely slipped the polite bonds of humanity and become something else: a creature of feeling and instinct. As much as he loved pushing her, that she allowed it was more of a gift. But his cock didn’t care.
She’d fallen asleep against his chest, completely worn out. He hadn’t wanted to wake her, so he’d held her until he lost feeling in one of his feet. He woke her trying to move her to the carpet, and together they shambled to bed, completely forgetting about dinner. He was pretty certain Renee had fallen asleep again before her head hit the pillow, leaving him restless and awake.
He dozed, waking every so often, plagued with dreams of Renee’s body, her smile, the way her nipple barbells felt against his tongue. Even half awake, he heard his own groan. He clung to the dream world where warm hands stroked his…
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bsp; Kit gasped and his eyes snapped open as warmth and wet enveloped his cock. He heard—and felt—Renee’s chuckle as she slid more of him into her mouth.
She straddled one of his legs, ass high in the air as she bent over him. Her hair was pulled to one side and she peered up at him as he hit the back of her throat. For a moment all he could do was watch as she rose, giving him a glimpse of her breasts.
“Good morning,” she purred as she stroked him with one hand.
He meant to reply. He really did. But what came out was more of a garbled reply than actual words.
Kit grasped her arm and pulled her toward him as he sat up. He crushed his mouth to hers, muting her squeal. They could banter later. He needed relief in the most carnal of ways.
Renee pushed hard against his shoulders. Reluctantly, he let her go.
“Condom?” Her chest heaved as she sucked in deep breaths of air.
“My bag.” He nudged her aside and quickly retrieved a strip of them from the box he’d bought—just in case. Good thing, too. He hadn’t expected their connection to sizzle after this long, but he was glad it did.
Renee ripped a packet off the end and tore it open. He curled his hands into fists, clinging to his control as she palmed his dick and rolled the latex on. Fuck, it was hot.
“Sit,” she ordered, patting the edge of the bed.
“Giving orders now?” He quirked a brow at her, but sat on the edge of the bed anyway.
She straddled his lap, arms around his neck and spoke with her lips grazing his cheek with each word. “Like I could order you to do anything you don’t want to do. Besides, do you still like a girl on top?”
A girl? She equated herself with any other woman he’d fucked?
There was no comparison. Never had been. Only pale imitations.
He dug his hands into her hair, twisting the strands around his fingers until she gasped and went limp against him.
“I like the idea of you on top of me, with these breasts bouncing, rubbing on my chest.” He palmed her breast, pinching and twisting the barbell without gentleness. She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back as much as she could. “Everything about you turns me on. I barely slept all night thinking about you. This body.” He dropped his hand to her mound and found her clit with his thumb. “Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” She whimpered, her face trapped in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“I want you to fuck me now.” He scraped his beard up the side of her neck and retraced the path with his lips, kissing her.
“Yes. Please. Sir.” She shivered in his arms.
He let go of her hair and her eyes opened. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes glassy with lust—or subspace. Probably a touch of both.
She grasped his cock and held it while she positioned herself over him. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips open slightly as she concentrated on the task at hand. She’d always been confident, even when he wasn’t, but now it ran deeper. Renee was a woman who knew her body and how to use it. Her gaze flicked to his as she lowered herself, clutching his shoulders while her jaw dropped the further she went.
He held himself still though it took just about everything in him. She slowly rose and fell, flexing her hips until she found the right position and he slid fully into her. Her internal muscles hugged him. He stared deep into her eyes. The same wide-eyed desire was there, but there was more to it. Something he didn’t recognize, and couldn’t puzzle out. Not while he was balls-deep in her.
Kit dragged his nails up her thighs and leaned toward her. “Renee, you aren’t fucking me.”
“I’m feeling you.” She placed a hand against his chest, just over his heart.
“It’ll feel better if you ride me.”
“Oh, I’m very aware of that.” She grinned and moved her hips in a circular motion.
He growled and grasped her ass with both hands. She tossed her head back and let him guide her up and down. The way she fit him, the way her body moved on his, was perfect. Without his lead, she picked up the pace. He plumped her breasts in his hands, rolling the peaks between his fingers. She whimpered and her rhythm faltered.
“Keep riding me, babe. You feel so fucking good.”
She arched her back and did as she was told.
He wanted to fuck her all day long, but there was no way he would last. Not after the anticipation of a whole night spent lying next to her.
Kit slid his hand down her stomach and slid his thumb lower still. Her clit was a hard, erect nub under his touch. He eased the hood back and for a second froze.
“Renee,” he growled, looping his other arm around her waist. His dick throbbed, so close to release.
“It’s-it’s tender.”
Of course it would be. She’d had no less than five forced orgasms last night. It was amazing she even wanted him at all, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t push her a bit more.
“And it’ll be even more tender if you make me pull out the clothespins.”
She gasped and her eyes snapped open.
“You wouldn’t,” she said.
He circled her clit with his thumb. There was nothing he could do about the roughness of his skin, but he kept the touch as gentle as he could. For her.
“I would.”
“You’re a sick bastard.” She rose slowly and he saw the strain in her muscles, the way she shook. They were so high on lust it might break them. “I knew there was a reason I always liked you.”
“You always did have a masochistic side.” Like. That was an awfully weak word for what he felt for her.
He rubbed her clit as she moved, but her motions were slow, and her eyes grew less focused.
“Kit.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
“I got you.”
He wrapped his arms around her and turned, until she was sprawled on the bed. He placed his feet on the ground and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Hold onto me.”
She put her arms over his shoulders and stared up at him, more of that emotion he couldn’t name in her gaze.
He thrust and withdrew, not even blinking least he miss a second of her response. Her mouth was open, and if she tried to speak at all, he heard no sound.
The bed squeaked as he pounded into her. She began to toss her head, lost in pleasure. He could feel the spasm of her pussy around him as her body grew taut with her orgasm. Finally, he released his iron grip on his own release and gave in to it, surrendering himself to the sudden and sharp sense of bliss as she milked him, still moving with him though his motions were jerky and uneven. He came, the orgasm lasting longer, nearly to the point that it hurt to come.
He slumped over her, spent, weary and finally at ease. She cradled him to her, their bodies still wrapped around each other while they caught their breath.
His heart beat in a new and painful way. It wasn’t all that unexpected. He’d been half in love with her since he’d met her. Time and distance hadn’t changed that. He just…loved her.
“Why did you never call?” she asked, head turned away from him.
Kit squeezed his eyes shut. “Because the minute we rolled out of town I knew leaving you behind was a mistake, and there wasn’t a single word I could say that would make it right. I was a coward.”
Renee turned her face toward him, her hair mussed and make-up smudges under her eyes. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
“I would have forgiven you. I-I’ve missed you. If nothing else, we could have kept in touch.”
He tightened his hold around her waist, bringing her closer. His dick was still in her, their connection now more vibrant than ever, which made the mistakes of the past so much harder to face.
“I don’t want to go to work today.” Renee stroked his back and sighed.
“Work?” He frowned at her.
“Yeah, that thing I do that pays the bills?”
He didn’t like the idea of her being away from him. Especially after a night of emotional, hard play. T
hey hadn’t even had any aftercare. Considering what she’d gone through and how he’d pushed her, he had a real concern she might experience a hard subdrop. If that happened he wanted to be right there, with her.
“My whole body is sore.” She stretched beneath him. “This new bed feels nice though.”
“Mick mentioned it was new.” Mick had also confided that he was leaving the house to Kit, which made this his bed. “Can’t you call in for the day?”
Renee rolled her eyes and pushed at his shoulder. “This isn’t a tattoo shop where you get to set your own hours. I have work to do and people who depend on me.”
“What about me?” He hadn’t meant that to come out as petulant as it did, but fuck, did she have to get on to business so soon?
She chuckled and took his face in her hands, bringing him down for a quick kiss. “I’m sure you’ll find some trouble to get into.”
He reluctantly disentangled their bodies and went into the bathroom to clean up. While he’d had an emotional revelation, she’d been focused on pleasure. He couldn’t fault her. It wasn’t like he’d come calling with roses and chocolate or anything, but nothing about their reunion was going as he thought it might. In his head, he’d been certain that after this many days they would…? Be ready to pack everything she owned into his rental and drive back to Cali? And then what?
Renee’s roots were here. He was beginning to realize that his pipe dream of bringing her into his world, of traveling and tattooing was just that. A dream. Unrealistic. At least the part where he thought she’d move. The tattooing part, he still thought should happen.
“Hey, weird question,” she said from the bedroom.
“Yeah?”
“I never could find you online. I mean, not that I was stalking you, but I poked around a time or two and never found you. Why?”
He leaned against the bathroom door and took in the sight of her sprawled across the bed on her stomach, one foot kicked up as she watched him.
“I don’t have accounts under my real name, just a fan page since the show insisted on it.”
“Why?” she asked again.
He blew out a breath and joined her on the bed, sitting next to her and tracing the lines of the tattoo across her back.
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