Everything in her yielded to him.
He played with her pussy, teasing her to the very edge of an orgasm, and then he pulled away, leaving her shaking.
If she wasn’t still holding on to him, she wasn’t sure she could stand up. “Jacob!”
“Hmm?” He knew exactly what he was doing and seemed totally unconcerned. “Let’s get you to the suspension structure so that you can earn that orgasm.”
“You’re such a damn Dom.”
“Sounds like a complaint.” This time, there was a hint of a tease in his voice, another new side of him.
Finding connection in a way she hadn’t expected, she responded in kind. “It was more of an observation, Sir.”
“An observation?”
“A proper submissive doesn’t complain. She simply tries to please her Dominant.”
“Exactly as I thought.” He left her again and returned with a length of rope.
The sight of the sturdy bright-pink silk left her riveted. The color was arresting, and no doubt it would be the stuff of her future fantasies.
“Hold it for me.”
She accepted the strand, and then he led her to the metal structure. Then, after studying her, he raised the top bar a couple of inches.
In less than a minute, her wrists were tied together and secured above her head. Fortunately he’d been kind and allowed her to keep her feet flat on the floor.
“Now spread your legs as far apart as possible.”
With speed that attested to his skill with ropes, he had her completely at his mercy in no time at all. Nervousness crashed against her arousal, leaving her reeling.
He left her for a moment while he took out a metal box, then plugged in the violet wand and tucked the conduction pad inside the waistband of his jeans, which meant he didn’t need the toy. He intended to use his body to electrify hers.
When he turned on the machine and tested it, the unmistakable sparking hum made her jump. She shrank back and tugged against her bonds. Not surprisingly, he hadn’t left her much room to wiggle around.
“I have it on the lowest setting. Ready?”
For a moment, she considered using her safe word. But she told herself she could try it once. If she hated it, they wouldn’t have to continue.
Opting for bravery, she nodded. “I’m a little apprehensive.”
“Understood.” He brushed two fingers between her breasts. “How’s that?”
“Like…tiny bubbles.” It was so light she was barely aware of it.
He touched both of her nipples, and absolute pleasure caused them to tighten immediately.
“Oh God. That’s magnificent.”
“Let’s try a little more intensity.”
When she didn’t object, he adjusted the setting. This time, when he skimmed her nipples, she cried out from pleasure. She never wanted this to stop.
Keeping contact with her, making her twitch from the little pulses, he moved behind her. He tormented her whole body—shoulders, breasts, ribs, belly. Determinedly he started over, from the top, trailing down her arms, then her sides, before zapping her buttocks, electrifying her.
Jacob crouched to electrify her legs, down to her ankles, before moving back up the insides of her thighs.
Instinctively she pulled away as he neared her most delicate spot, but the ropes caught, holding her prisoner. “Jacob…” She angled her head but couldn’t make eye contact. “Sir?”
“Hmm?” But instead of stopping, he brushed his hand over her pussy.
The energy rocked through her. Instantly she became more aroused than she’d ever been. When he did it again, she whimpered. “I need…” God. She wanted sex. Had to have him.
But he was nowhere close to being finished with her.
When perspiration dotted her body, he left her only long enough to switch out the violet wand for a flogger with short falls. And he turned up the music, seeming to make the floor vibrate. Or maybe that was a residual effect of the electromagnetics.
For a few moments, Elissa allowed her eyes to close, and she was barely aware of his footsteps when he returned to stand behind her.
He swept her hair to one side and stroked a finger across her nape. “Are you doing okay, fair Elissa?”
She was. “Yes, Jacob.”
“Ready for more?” He placed the strands of the flogger on her shoulder, then eased them back, igniting a promise of pleasure.
“I’m already in a submissive stupor.”
“Good.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Should we stop?”
“No.” Not ever.
Her body chilled when he released her. Almost instantly he was in front of her, in all his Dominant magnificence. His powerful legs were spread, and he was still fully dressed, including his hand-tooled cowboy boots. Maybe she should have asked him to release her and take her to bed.
She expected him to begin the flogging, but he didn’t. Instead, he pleasured her breasts and pussy until she writhed against him.
“I love seeing you so needy.”
“May…” Damn, she wanted to come, but she knew he was finding pleasure in denying her. “I’m on the edge, Sir.”
“Your eyes reveal all of your reactions. You can’t hide anything.” He lowered his hand. “Even your frustration. You’ll come when I give you my permission.”
She clamped her lips together so she didn’t say anything else.
“Your brains match your beauty.”
Then, taking a step back, he flicked the flogger across one of her breasts. She sighed. As a Dominant, he met her every need. She’d never been with a man who intuitively read her the way he did.
In total trust, she relaxed in her bonds, turning herself over to him.
Each thuddy stroke from the thick falls was everything she could have hoped for, the pain both blunt and welcome.
He was a master. Her Master.
She had no idea how long he kissed her body with the whip; all she knew was that she was lost in the reverberation of music, of whimpers. The tears clinging to her lashes were from happiness and release, and she was soaring, dancing in a place where only pleasure existed.
He placed the handle of the flogger against her clit and rubbed hard. When he spoke, his voice reached her from a distance, compelling and commanding. “Tell me what you want. Ask for it.”
Over and over, he teased her, making her beg.
An eternity later, he yielded. “That’s it. You’ve earned it. Come for me, fair Elissa. Come.”
With a scream, she spiraled, letting go as the orgasm rocked her.
She rode wave after wave as he fucked her with his hand, wringing climax after climax from her, the last so intense that she tipped back, exhausted, with nothing left to give.
Jacob moved behind her to pull her body back against his. The steel of his erection pressed against her, making her woozy, delirious with desire.
Without her consciously being aware of it, he somehow managed to unfasten her wrists. “Wrap your arms around yourself.”
Once she had enough awareness, she did. And then he rubbed her biceps, helping circulation to return.
Her entire body hummed with awareness.
As he released her ankles, he instructed her to close her legs when she was ready. After he stood, he captured her face between his palms. “Are you back with me?”
“Almost. I think.” Her knees were still trembly. “That was…” Because her voice was little more than a whisper, she cleared her throat to try again. “Everything.” She’d yielded to him in a way she never had with any other man.
“I need to get you some water, take care of you.” He held her against his powerful body, and his heartbeat was steady beneath her ear.
She snuggled in closer, knowing something had been transformed inside her. She’d never be the same again. “Jacob…”
“Anything, Elissa.”
God, she couldn’t let this end. “Will you take me to bed? I want you to make love to me.”
Her reque
st stoked passion in his eyes. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”
Chapter Six
Fucking hell.
In his thirtysomething years, Jacob had experienced more than some people did in a lifetime—he’d seen plenty of horrors that he wished he never had, and he’d left part of his soul back in a hellhole. But nothing—nothing—had ever affected him as deeply as seeing Elissa’s beautiful tears while they scened. A part of his heart he believed long dead was slowly healing.
And now her lower lip trembled, as if she were uncertain of his reaction.
How was that even possible?
Though he was always a considerate lover and Dom, he’d never bonded with anyone like he did her. She was the perfect submissive, willing to try what he suggested and to trust him. She’d come apart in his arms, and then she’d turned to him for comfort. Not only was he honor bound to protect her, but now he was determined to find a way to keep her with him after the job ended.
Jacob swept her from the floor and carried her to his room, where he placed her on the bed.
The Dominant in him was tempted to tie her wrists to the headboard. But the need to have her arms around him while he made love to her overrode everything else.
“I’ve got to have you inside me.”
He needed it more than his next breath.
After removing his boots, something he’d ask her—his beautiful little sub—to do in the future, he tugged off his T-shirt.
Elissa turned onto her side to watch him. He grinned.
“You’re gorgeous, Sir.”
Her voice was scratchy. With desire? “Not sure anyone has ever used that word in relation to me.”
“They should have.”
“You got the details right.”
She frowned. “The details?”
“On the image you were working on.”
“Oh my God. You saw?” An alluring shade of pink stained her cheeks. ”It’s not what you think. I mean…”
“I’m flattered. Thank you.”
“Okay.” She exhaled. “It wasn’t intentional.”
“I believe you.” Neither of them were immune to the wild tug of untamed attraction. “But that’s not why I bought it. There’s an honesty about the piece. A yearning. A completion.” And he’d think of tonight every time he looked at the finished portrait in his playroom. “I know you’re wondering…” Jacob pointed to the raised bump on the far left side of his stomach. She’d replicated the jagged edges with extraordinary accuracy. And yet now, he saw the scar through new eyes. It was no longer just an ugly reminder of the past. Instead, it was a natural part of him, and a reminder that he was lucky. He’d gotten out alive. “It’s from a knife.” The wound had been deep, and the team medic had done his best to sew him together given the extraordinary circumstances.
“It means you survived. And we get this moment.”
Jacob finished undressing, and she kept her focus on him. His cock was still hard, throbbing with insistent demand.
“You’re…” She met his gaze. Throughout their scene, her eyes had become a darker shade of blue, and now they were wide. “Tell me you don’t expect me to… I mean, you’re massive!”
“Oh, Elissa, yes. I most certainly do.” He generally didn’t tease, but the indignation in her voice made it irresistible. “I expect everything from you. You’re my submissive.”
Frantically she shook her head.
“I’ve got a generous nature. We’ll go slow.” Then everything inside him became serious. He intended to claim her in every way possible.
Honoring her wish, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer and rolled it down his length before joining her on the bed. “Part your legs for me.”
“But I’m ready now.”
“You’ll be ready when I say you are. Now do as you’re told before I get my ropes.”
Interest sparked in her eyes. It wasn’t defiance, but rather a revelation of what she craved.
“What’ll it be?” He didn’t have to ask the question. Every part of him knew the answer.
She set her chin in response.
His inner alpha happily responded in kind.
Jacob prowled to the closet to fetch his sturdiest rope. Unlike the silk he’d used earlier, this was sisal, a bit ragged, something he’d bought at the hardware store, suitable for use on the range. It might chafe, and at least for a little while, it would leave his mark on her body.
Impossibly, the idea made his cock even harder.
“Come to me, Elissa.”
She didn’t.
“Refusing to cooperate?” The more she played the game, the more ravenous he became. Whether she knew it or not, she was his.
Mine.
He’d used the word when he collared her earlier. He’d meant it, and this moment only reinforced his intention.
One way or another, Elissa Conroy was going to be his woman.
She curled into a ball, increasing the tension. He was going to fuck her so damn hard.
“Remember you asked for this,” he reminded her as he picked her up and deposited her on the end of the bed.
When she immediately scooted back, he clamped on to one of her ankles and dragged her toward him. Her breath whooshed out, and her eyes darkened once more. She wanted things his way. She just wanted him to work for the victory.
Already he’d learned to recognize her expressions. He adored every aspect of her—playful, serious, emotional—and he vowed to fulfill all her fantasies.
Quickly he tied one of her ankles to prevent her from retreating again.
“Ouch! That stuff’s rough!”
“Maybe that’ll teach you to be a good sub and follow your Dominant’s orders.” Lord, he hoped not.
Once her other ankle was secure and she was spread before him, helpless, he crawled between her thighs, then parted her labia to devour her.
“Jacob! Don’t.” She thrashed her head. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“Would the lady like to wear a gag?”
“No!”
“In that case, I recommend you use your mouth for happy sounds. Moans, groans. Sighs. Or if you must, screaming my name.” That would be the sweetest of all sounds.
“But—”
“Last chance.” He slipped a finger inside her. “You’re wet for me.”
“Desperate for you.”
He licked her clitoris rapidly, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm before slipping a second, then third finger inside to ensure she was fully prepared for him.
Her frantic cries were every bit as sexy as he imagined.
“Please.” She curled her fingers into his hair and held him tightly. “I’m going to come.”
This time, he wanted to own it.
Before she could climax, he worked his cock inside her welcoming warmth, a little bit at a time, letting her accommodate him.
“Oh…” She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side.
“Yes. Take it.”
Her pussy tightening around his cock, Elissa lifted her hips as much as her bonds allowed. Fuck, but she was so damn hot and tight.
He stroked harder and faster, meeting her demands.
When she screamed out her pleasure, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, holding off his orgasm until she was completely satisfied.
Finally, she loosened her grip but didn’t let go.
“That was spectacular, Sir.”
“My pleasure, ma’am.”
She smiled softly, then traced a fingertip across one of his eyebrows. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”
“Me either.”
“Really?” She wrinkled her nose as she studied him. “Do you mean that? Or is it something you tell every woman?”
“Believe me when I tell you that I’ve never said it before. You’re one of a kind, Elissa. And sex with you isn’t like with anyone else.” He began to move inside her again. Need was a raw and hungry thing, demanding completion.
“Com
e in me.” Elissa met each thrust, concentrating all her energy on his pleasure.
Yeah. She was unique, all right. Perfect for him in every way.
Wanting her to always remember this moment, he took her deeply. With a guttural moan, he ejaculated in long, hot spurts. He’d wanted to claim her as his. But now he knew the truth. He was hers.
Breath ragged, mind splintered by his realization, he collapsed on top of her, then immediately rolled to the side so he didn’t crush her.
“That was amazing.” Fuck. He was a goner. This woman well and truly owned him. “You are amazing.”
As confident as if she knew that already, she smiled.
He left the bed to release her ankles, and then he massaged them to restore circulation. “You’ve got a mild case of rope burn.”
“I was hoping I would.”
“My girl.”
They agreed to shower together, and as they did, he inspected her body for marks. There were none from the flogger or the electroplay.
After lathering some gel, he washed her. He could live for the sound of her soft, sweet sighs and the way she swayed toward him.
Jacob took his time rinsing her off. “How was the violet wand?”
“Spectacular. All those sensations, everywhere. It’s unlike anything else, and I’d enjoy playing with it again sometime.”
“I also have attachments you might enjoy.”
“Can I tell you something honestly? I liked that you used your body as the conduit. Your touch is what made it special.”
“Anything my fair Elissa wants.”
“Anything?” She curled her hand around his cock.
The whole time they’d been together in the shower, he’d become more and more aroused. And now, from her touch, he was fully erect.
She lowered herself to the tile floor and took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around his tip, devilment dancing as she asked, “Even more sex?”
“Even more sex.”
A few minutes later, they were dried off and back in bed. This time, they leisurely explored each other, and he savored every secret she revealed.
When it was over, he pulled her into his arms.
As she drifted off to sleep, she murmured something he couldn’t quite make out. But she wiggled a little before settling more closely against his body.
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