1NS 095 - Ann Mayburn - Sensation Play - Decadent 2012-02

by 1 Night Stand

  A hint of her blind date’s cologne, warm and citrusy, filled her head a moment before he flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her, sitting on her butt. She couldn’t help the girly shriek she gave as he leaned over her, his warmth blanketing her back through the thin cloth and lace of her nightie.

  His delicious voice whispered into her ear, “Well, what do we have here?”

  “Jo…I mean, who are you? What do you want?” Well, her acting would never win an Emmy, but it was better than nothing.

  He rubbed his face against the side of her head, but the angle he held her at prevented her from seeing his face. “A thief. Where are your jewels?”

  Her heart beat hard enough that she was afraid that he could feel it through her back where he pressed against her. “I don’t have any. Please, take what you want and let me go.”

  “No jewels?” He pressed his face against the back of her neck and took a deep breath. “I went to great trouble to break into your room. I cannot leave without taking something. What is your name?”

  “Erica. Please, I don’t have anything.” She tried to squirm out from beneath him, wanting to see what he looked like in the dim light coming from the sitting room doorway and the fire, but his massive bulk didn’t give her any wiggle room. The thought at once scared her and sent a bolt of lust straight to her pussy.

  With surprising tenderness, his rough hand traced down her cheek in a gentle stroke that affected her more than a hard grope between her legs. His fingertips left a searing path of tingles that made her draw in a breath. She tensed, waiting for more of that magical touch.

  “I think you have much to offer. If you are a good girl and do everything I say, I will let you live.”

  She moistened her lips and wiggled her rump against him. “I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t hurt me.”

  His iron hard thighs gripped her bottom, stopping her squirming, but not before his big cock pressed into her. It made her feel good to know that her body, lush curves and all, turned him on. He hovered over her, slowly combing back her curls and making her scalp tingle with each gentle tug.

  “I won’t hurt you.”

  What? He was supposed to do that BDSM stuff with her, make her feel pleasure from pain and all that those naughty things she’d read about and yearned for. He must have seen her frown because he made a clucking sound with his tongue. “You may wish I would just slap you across the face after the sensual torture I’m about to put you through.”

  “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice came out in a breathy rasp.

  Instead of answering, he leaned back and untied the lace ribbon on each of her ankles. He did this in slow, deliberate moves. He touched her ankle, tracing the arch of her foot up to the sensitive skin between her toes. She grew restless beneath him, wishing he would use those magical hands higher, handle her where she grew swollen and wet with need. As the second ribbon slipped off with a scrape of cloth, he tickled her foot until she kicked at him, trying to dislodge his weight as she laughed.

  His deep voice held a trace of amusement. “You see? The torture begins already.”

  She screamed into the pillow as he tickled her sides, finding the spot between her ribs that always reduced her to howls. It felt good and annoying at the same time and she began to try to get away from him in earnest. She had no idea how big he was, but it was like trying to remove a boulder from her back. “Get off me, you bastard!”

  “Such language from a lady. We can’t have that.”

  The tickles stopped and she let out a shuddering breath as her over stimulated nerves continued to buzz. He gave her enough time to draw a breath before one of the lace ribbons pressed between her teeth like a gag. What should have been a blistering insult comparing him and his mother to several unsavory things ended up coming out in an incoherent mumble, and he took advantage of her open mouth to tie the gag more securely.

  “There now, that is better.”

  He ran his palms over her arms in a soothing manner, his soft touch warming her from the inside out. Once again her body responded to his stroke, and she found herself back to wishing that he would do that between her legs, or over her breasts. Surely he’d want her to pleasure him soon? She couldn’t wait to see him. To feel that rock solid body pressed into her back.

  “We can’t have you identifying me to the Polizei, the police.”

  The next ribbon went around her eyes, loose enough so that she could blink but she could barely see through it. Only glimpses of shapes and light. That annoyed her. She wanted to see him, to put a face with all of the wonderful sensations coursing through her body. He knew what she looked like, but she knew nothing about him and she chafed beneath the knowledge of the power he held over her.

  His weight lifted from her back and the bed sagged as he sat next to her. She tried to leap from the bed and tear the blindfold from her face. Before she reached the edge of the king sized mattress, his hand wrapped around her ankle like a vice and he dragged her back to him. She fought to kick her way out of his grasp but he chuckled and hauled her across his chest.

  He sat with his back pressed to the headboard and the position gave him easy leverage as he wrapped his big thighs around her body. Her nipples tightened at the feeling of his hard frame beneath hers. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him anywhere. As she tried to push herself out of his arms, everywhere her palms touched she enjoyed the feeling of solid muscle. No wonder he had no problem hauling her back to him as if she weighed no more than a pillow. It made her feel strangely feminine and protected to know how strong he was.

  “Behave, or I will tie you up and leave you here for the maids to find.”

  She growled at him through her gag, and he maneuvered her until she straddled his waist. Between her thighs his erection pressed into the heat of her pussy and her growl turned into a groan. His dick was as big and solid as the rest of him, taking her breath away as he slid her hips up his length until she could feel the ridge of the head of his shaft through her panties.

  He didn’t say a word as he rocked her up and down his shaft, tilting her pelvis until she had to brace herself on his chest as each drag tugged at her clit. She became more and more aroused and moaned in protest when he stopped moving her. She tried to ride him herself, but he kept her easily in place.

  “Your pleasure is mine to take and give tonight, Erica.” She grabbed a handful of his shirt, attempting to make him move beneath her, but he made a low sound of displeasure. “I can see that you are still too willful. You are mine to play with, mine to deny and reward as I see fit. Give me your wrists.”

  Her pussy throbbed with the beat of her heart as his cock twitched against her. Never in her whole life had she been this turned on, and they’d barely even begun. While she debated giving him her hands, knowing what it meant, his rough palms grazed her bare legs. His wandering fingers went higher until he traced the line where the sensitive skin of her inner thigh met the damp cloth of her panties. Seemingly of their own accord, her arms went up as she tried to shift her body enough to get his touch where she wanted it.

  Needed it.

  With a low growl of appreciation he slid the sheer gown off her arms. He used the ribbon around her wrists to tie her hands together in front of her and she tugged at the bindings even though she knew they wouldn’t loosen. The feeling of helplessness doubled and a thread of real fear seemed to heighten her arousal somehow.

  “Now, you are mine.” The satisfaction in his tone made her heart leap. Her modern side protested the concept of any man owning her, but her primal side loved it. She belonged, even if just for tonight, to this powerful man.

  He moved her off of his lap and laid her back on the bed. “Raise your hands over your head and keep them there.”

  She did as he asked, straining to see anything beyond the black lace of her blindfold. He unzipped something and she heard the sound of objects being moved around, but had no idea what. That uncertainty added to her desire as her imagination began t
o guess what he was doing, each fantasy wilder than the one before.

  Cloth rustled and a moment later he held her wrists and lowered her arms. “You may touch me, so you…know me.”

  She didn’t really understand what he meant, but sighed in delight behind her gag as her bound hands traced the outline of the muscles of his lower abdomen, pleasure coursing through her as she realized he had taken off his shirt. A light dusting of wiry hair covered the skin around his belly button and she traced lower, reaching the edge of his pants before he stopped her.

  “Neit. My cock is a privilege that you have not yet earned. Arms above your head.”

  She grumped but the complaints froze in her throat as cool metal pressed against the skin of her chest. A second later, the cloth over her breasts parted with a snick. Before she could figure out what was going on, his big fists grasped her nightie and tore it from her body with a harsh snarl of ripping silk. She jerked as he repeated the same treatment to her panties, pausing to pull them up tight between her labia before slowly teasing the torn scrap of black lace off.

  “So beautiful.” He tugged at the golden curls between her legs. “Open yourself to me.”

  She did, eager for any relief that he might offer her. Instead of soothing her wet heat, his lips brushed against her neck. The smooth skin of his skull brushed her arm and she realized he shaved his head. The memory of the man from the charity ball came to mind and her desire roared out of control. The thought of that man, rough and dangerous, being the one touching her had her arching her hips off the bed as a bolt of lust sizzled through her body.

  “What was that thought?” he murmured against her before placing a stinging bite on her collarbone. More followed, small nips that stung and ached as he moved his way lower. He would bite, then lick and suckle the hurt until it transformed to pleasure, then move on. By the time he reached her breasts, she panted as he worked his way to her nipple.

  “You like this, ja?”

  She nodded as emphatically as she could, mumbling out her answer from behind the gag. When his teeth closed over the hard tip of her breast, she hissed in pain and pleasure. Instead of soothing it, he switched to the other breast and nibbled his way to the tip before sinking his teeth into her aching tip. The harder he bit, the wetter she got.

  Soon her nipples were sensitive to the slightest brush of his lips and her arms trembled with the effort to keep from reaching for him. She couldn’t take it anymore and never wanted it to stop. When he drew her nipple into his mouth with a gentle suck she felt it all the way to her toes. She arched into his lips, and when his fingers reached between her legs to caress her labia with a gentle stroke, she hovered on the brink of an orgasm. He switched from one breast to the other, soft swirls of his tongue that corresponded to the circles his fingertip made around her clit. When he massaged the base of her clit between two fingers, her orgasm broke just as he bit down on the underside of her breast hard enough to leave a mark.

  That pain mixed with the pleasure of her release and became an intense rush of endorphins that totally re-categorized what she knew a climax could feel like. Fantastic. Her whole body seemed to go numb then exploded into pleasure. The only thing that could have made it better was to have him buried in her body, to have her empty vagina gripping his cock. As she came back to her senses, she realized that her arms were around his neck and her fingers stroked against the smooth skin of his shaved head as he rested his cheek against her breasts, listening to her heart. A wave of tenderness crested over her as he murmured something in German that sounded rough and beautiful.

  Once her heartbeat had returned to a normal rhythm, he untied her gag and removed her arms from around his neck. As she swallowed and stretched her jaw, he helped her sit up and pressed a glass to her mouth. “Drink.”

  Ice bumped against her lip as she took a long swallow of what she thought would be water, but turned out to be sweet juice. The cool drink washed over her tongue and rolled down her throat, tasting better than anything she ever drank before. When he pulled away the glass, she sighed and reached for him but he grabbed her arms and checked the bindings around her wrists.

  He placed a kiss on each of her palms and looped her arms behind his head again. His breath warmed her mouth for a brief moment before he kissed her. His lips had an interesting texture, harder in some places than others. He held still and let her nibble at his mouth, tracing the tip of her tongue over one of the hard spots and testing it. She soon realized that it was a scar and wondered who he was and what he had done to have his lips split open so many times. The knowledge that he had the scars of a fighter aroused her, and she purred when his tongue slipped past her unresisting lips in a gentle slide. He tasted like mint and something she could only identify as pure…like cold air off the mountains in the winter. At the first hesitant stroke he took control of the kiss, his fists gripping her curls and tilting her head to the angle he wanted. He was ruthless, taking everything she had to offer and demanding more.

  She could spend the rest of her life kissing him and die a happy woman.

  Chapter Three

  Jonas loved the feeling of Erica’s curls in his fist as she surrendered to him. She was such a passionate creature, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found her. Now he just needed to figure out how to keep her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he enjoyed the cushion that her soft hips provided for his body. Everything about her was so feminine, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and make her his.

  But that would happen later. First he had to give her the multiple orgasms she yearned for. Already he knew that she enjoyed a bit of pain with her pleasure, so now it was time to explore her beautiful body and see what else she liked.

  Pink and swollen, her pussy shone in the low light as he laid her back onto the rumpled bed. She reached for him, but he took her arms and placed them firmly over her head. When she touched him, she threatened his self-control, and he wanted to show her the kind of pleasure he could give her before she saw his face. She could have forgotten their dance altogether. It was just a brief moment six months ago, but he had the kind of face people tended to remember. He wanted her to equate him with amazing pleasure, not fear.

  She shifted her hips, spreading her thighs in a silent invitation. The nub of her clit stuck out between the puffy lips of her labia, begging for his attention. To test her sensitivity, he gently grasped the little bundle of nerves between his fingers and squeezed until she jerked away from him with a whimper. His cock hardened further, if that was even possible, as he watched a fresh rush of her honey wet her pussy.

  The temptation proved too great—he had to taste her. Holding her legs wide open, he gave her one long lick from the base of her ass all the way up to her clit. When her essence hit his tongue, he groaned deep in his throat. He loved her taste, her musk. Her cry of dismay when he moved away from her swollen pussy made him grin. She was so vocal about her pleasure, and it made the Dom side of his nature swell with pride.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She hesitated then parted her lovely lips. He would have loved to slip his cock between them, but he wanted to awaken all of her senses. Cellophane crinkled as he opened a small box of rich, German chocolate-covered cherries. In some ways, opening her mouth to him had to be harder for her than some of his other commands. To open one’s mouth and wait for something to be put in there opened the sub to all kinds of trust issues.

  He carefully watched her body and what facial expressions he could see beyond the black lace blindfold. At the first brush of chocolate against her tongue, she moaned deep in her throat, a noise similar to the one she made when she had an orgasm. It seemed that women around the world all had the same reaction to candy.

  He pushed his finger through the center of the chocolate to the cherry inside. Leaving her to eat her treat, he spread the sticky cordial over her nipple. She continued to make happy sounds as he licked every trace of sweet from her breast with ravenous sweeps of his tongue
. He placed his finger into her mouth and she sucked him clean in a way that made his balls ache. In his younger days, he would have been buried in her up to his hips by now, but thankfully time had given him the self-control and experience that youth lacked. He couldn’t wait to use his skills on someone as amazing as Erica.

  She was his woman. He was the one giving her pleasure. Her body was his to play with.

  Removing the Wartenberg wheel from his duffle bag, he disinfected its sharp spikes with an alcohol wipe. Originally used as medical devices for testing nerve response, the BDSM community had learned long ago that they worked wonders during sensation play. Not sharp enough to pierce the skin without lots of pressure, those spikes would create different sensations all over the body depending on how they were used.

  Erica’s breasts moved with her rapid breath as she strained to see beyond the blindfold. With an experienced sub he wouldn’t have tolerated the outbursts she had shown during their play, but this was her first time so he gave her some leeway. If everything went well, he’d have the rest of his life to play with her.

  “Sir?” she said in a soft voice, breaking him out of his thoughts. God, he loved how she said that in her American accent.

  Instead of answering her, he placed his palm on her stomach, pressing down into her softness and reassuring her that he was still with her. He ran the wheel lightly over her hip, causing her to jump, but his strength held her in place as he continued to run it up each of her ribs, eliciting giggles and sighs. Each pass awakened her nerves, his intention to bring her focus back to her body.

  It worked. Soon she stilled beneath his palm, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as he ran the tiny spikes closer and closer to her nipples. They had relaxed somewhat after her orgasm, but the tips soon grew hard and rose red as the wheel pressed into her outer areola. He grasped her nipple and held it tight, pinching it and pulling upward. With her breast held taut, the spikes gave the impression of pins cutting the skin as he ran it over her areola.