by Amy Valenti
His fingers dug into her ass, his cock rising up thick and hard. His head was down as he slapped her again and again. With each crack of his hand he flexed his hips, his cock thrusting forward in the space between them. That image, the two of them on the bed, her body bent before him, his arousal and the obvious pleasure he took in what he was doing to her, was the most incredibly erotic thing she’d ever seen.
There was no warning when she came. She bucked and twisted, crying out, her hips jerking uncontrollably, Wesley’s fingers buried into her flesh. As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he was there, driving himself into her, thrusting hard and fast.
Her cries turned to screams and she did nothing to hold them back. Wesley grunted behind her, fucking her deeper, harder than she thought possible. Each thrust triggered a new wave of ecstasy and she kept coming, her body taking on a life of its own, beyond anything she could control.
Wesley’s thrusts grew erratic and he cried out as he rammed into her. With a final desperate sound he buried himself fully inside her, the throbbing of his cock intensifying as he came.
There seemed to be no end to his orgasm, or hers. Her body jerked and shuddered beneath him, his pulsing cock sheathed inside her, grinding his hips against the hot tender skin of her ass.
He was still inside her when he fell across her, pinning her to the mattress. His chest was slick with sweat and he was heavy, almost crushing her, but she didn’t move. His breath teased the hair on the back of her neck, sending a little shiver over her skin.
After a long time he rolled away from her and she felt as if she was going to float off the bed. Her body was weightless, not in the same drugged way she’d been before, but on a euphoric high like nothing she’d ever felt.
She slowly turned on her side, watching his face in the dark. He lay with one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising more slowly now. Slowly she reached out, resting one hand on his chest. Without looking at her, he took her hand in his.
“Did you like the new game?” His voice was soft and low.
“I did. Very much.”
He squeezed her hand and then pulled his arm away from his face, turning to look at her. She could see his eyes shining in the dark.
“You’re not like the rest, Scarlett.”
She shrugged. “I guess not.” She wasn’t even sure who she was at the moment, much less if she was like anyone else.
He raised her hand and kissed the palm. “I like that.” His lips trailed down briefly to the raw skin on her wrists before he put her hand back on his chest.
In the dim light from the window she saw one of the red silk ties lying between them on the rumpled sheet. She pulled her hand away from Wesley and sat up, picking up the tie. She wordlessly held out the tie and he frowned.
“What do you want, Scarlett?”
“Will you tie me up again?”
He took the tie, his face relaxing. “We can play again some other time, Scarlett. Believe it or not, you wore me out. It’s time for sleep.”
She shook her head. “No. I mean now, while I sleep.” There was no rational reason why she wanted this, other than she longed to feel the silk around her wrists again, to be under Wesley’s control, even if it was just an illusion when she slept.
Wesley sat up, holding the silk in his hands, looking down at it as if weighing it. Finally he looked up at her. “Lay down.”
She lay at the edge of the bed, her back to him. He leaned across her, looping the tie around the bed frame and then tying her wrists with the ends of the silk. She gave an experimental tug. The bonds were loose enough she could have pulled out of them, if she’d wanted. But she didn’t.
Wesley lay back down, curling himself against her. She felt the sheet pulled up over her body and then his hand sliding over her waist. The last thing she wanted was to sleep; she wanted to stay awake, to feel his hands on her, the heat of him pressed against her back. But as hard as she tried, she couldn’t stay awake. She drifted off, bound hands tucked beneath her head.
Chapter Four
Something tickled her ear and she shrugged her shoulder. But the sensation continued and she raised one arm. Or she tried to. She opened her eyes.
Her hands were still tied to the bed, the red silk wrapped around her wrists. For a second she was confused and she blinked in the morning light, but then it all came back to her. She was still in Wesley’s bed, still tied to the bedframe.
“Morning, Scarlett.”
She looked over her shoulder. Wesley was behind her, propped up on one elbow, looking disheveled and sexier than anyone had a right to look in the morning. For a fleeting moment Scarlett wanted to pull the sheet over her head, or at least disappear into the bathroom, and check the damage to her hair and wipe the ruined makeup off her face.
“Morning.”
“Do you want me to untie you?”
She hesitated. “I want to use the bathroom.”
He smiled and reached over her head, tugging on the silk. “You know, you could have undone these yourself.”
“I’m not sure I wanted to.” Once free she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, looking at him over her shoulder. The morning light caught the bemused look on his face. “I’ll be right back.”
“I hope so.” He leaned back, hands behind his head. “Down the hall, second door. I’ll be waiting right here.”
Scarlett closed the bathroom door and leaned against it. What the hell was she doing here, with a guy who’d admitted to drugging her? And then tied her up?
But after he tied her up, he’d done something to her. Something she didn’t understand.
Pushing away from the door she surveyed her face in the mirror. Gina’s make-up was a mess, her hair tangled. Running the water, she ran damp fingers through the knots, combing out the worst of the tangles, and then washed her face.
When she was finished she looked for a long time at her reflection. What the hell had Wesley done to her? She looked the same, but something had definitely changed.
Wesley was sitting up in bed, the red silk tie in his hands, running it through his fingers. He looked up as she came in and smiled, dimples flashing. The sheet was flung back on her side of the bed and it had slid down Wesley’s torso, resting across his lap.
“Coming back?” He let the silk fall onto her pillow, shifting his body, one long leg sliding from beneath the sheet. Scarlett’s mouth went dry, her heart skipping a beat. Whatever he’d done to her last night was still affecting her and she was pretty it wasn’t the drugs anymore that had her heart thumping and her breathing going all funny.
She climbed back into bed, laying down beside Wesley, pulling the sheet over herself. Wesley reached out, sliding it down her shoulder to her waist.
“I want to look at you in the light.”
Scarlett’s cheeks went hot. No one had looked at her with such frank interest, especially in the daylight.
“Why?”
“Why not. You’re beautiful.” She wanted to look away, but there seemed to be a challenge in his eyes to hold his gaze.
“But I think you need to tell me the truth.” His voice was steady, but his look had gone cold around the edges. She frowned, glancing down at the space between them.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I mean, this isn’t you. This whole bondage thing, the spanking. You had no idea what I was going to do to you, what Diablo was all about. Do you remember that conversation?”
She tugged at the edge of the sheet, folding it between her fingers. “I remember it. You told me last night what you do.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That you drug girls and then tie them up, because they want you to. It’s all fantasy.”
“That’s the thing, Scarlett. They want me to, before they even get to the club. But you…you seemed to end up here for a different reason, by accident.” He placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to his. “Like I said last night, most girls are one and done, out the door as soon as the ties are off. So, what gives? Why are
you still here?”
“I don’t know.” She looked at him through lowered lashes, wishing it all made sense to her, so she could make him understand.
“Scarlett, all I ask is the truth. I’ve been honest with you, once I figured out you had no idea what was going on.”
“I am telling you the truth.”
Wesley frowned. “So you’ve never played before? Done any bondage? Any role playing?”
She shook her head. “No. You’ve got to believe me, this was all new to me, and that’s the truth. I can’t explain something I don’t really understand myself.”
“But you liked it? It gave you pleasure, made you like the sex more?”
Scarlett squirmed under his gaze. “You’re making me uncomfortable, Wesley.”
She was surprised by his laugh. He held up one hand, shaking his head.
“You’re okay with being tied up but talking about it makes you uncomfortable.” He shrugged, still smiling. “I guess that’s par for the course with most people.” He slid down in the bed beside her. She was conscious of how close his body was to hers, his face only inches away.
“I’m not here to make you uncomfortable, really.” His smile dimmed a little. “Most girls, I don’t remember their names and if I see them at the club, sometimes I don’t remember their faces. It’s anonymous, like I said. It’s a thrill, but it’s just for one night, sometimes just a few hours. But you’re different; you’re not like the rest. And that intrigues me.”
He reached across, caressing her cheek. “You’re a mystery and I like solving mysteries.”
She closed her eyes, his touch sending a shiver through her. When she opened her eyes, he was still looking at her. It was now or never, truth or dare.
“What you did, no one’s ever done that to me. Not just the bondage stuff.” The word felt both foreign and exciting on her lips. “But how it made me feel, inside. It was…” Her face flushed but she struggled to not look away from his face.
“It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but the best at the same time. I got lost in the moment, not worried about who I was, or what’s wrong with me. It was kind of freeing, I guess, even though I was tied up.” The flushed deepened, her face burning. “And I wanted to please you, to not disappoint you. To follow the rules of the game because I wanted you…” Her voice trailed off.
“Wanted me to what?”
“Just because I wanted you. And if I played the game, I got you. So I played the game.” She felt like she was giving away a secret, but she was pretty sure he already knew this part. “It was the best sex I’d ever had.”
“You know some of that was what I gave you, back at the bar. It enhances how you feel, makes sex pretty incredible.” His matter-of-fact tone pricked at her feelings. It made what she’d felt sound predictable, probably just like the rest of the girls he’d brought back here. But he’d asked her for the truth and she was going to do her best to tell him what that truth was, even if she didn’t understand it herself.
“I know. But there’s something else…It wasn’t just the sex. It was the silk on my skin, the pain…somehow that made the sex better.” She breathed out a little laugh. “That sounds insane, doesn’t it?”
Wesley reached out, running a hand over her arm, pulling the sheet further down her body, sliding it over her hip. It pulled away from Wesley’s body as well and she glanced down, catching a glimpse beneath the sheet. There was no mistaking what she saw. He was already hard, the head of his cock just visible. A deep thud echoed through her, centered somewhere between her hips.
“It’s not insane at all. There’s are lots of way to play that involve pain, to one degree or another.” His voice had gone soft and dreamy as his fingers played over her skin. “There’s pain for the sake of inflicting pain. I’m not so much into that and I don’t think you are either.” He slid his hand slowly back up her leg, over her waist, reaching up to caress one full breast.
“There’s pain as pleasure.” His fingers plucked at her nipple and it drew up hard and tight. His eyes left her face and were focused on his hand, on what he was doing to her. She glanced down, watched open-mouthed as he took the hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching lightly. An electric zing ran through her body and she drew a ragged breath.
He increased the pressure, rolling the nipple between his fingers. The pain was slight, the arousal intense. Her breathing increased, her breasts rising and falling, pushing against his hand. It was mesmerizing and she wanted him to continue just as much as she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
“Do you like this, Scarlett?” His eyes drifted up to hers. They were heavy-lidded, unfocused, like they’d been last night at the bar.
“Do you like this, Wesley?”
The words surprised her and they obviously surprised Wesley. He blinked, brows drawing down slightly, the dreamy looking fading a little bit. For a moment she wondered if she’d crossed some line with him, gone too far past his comfort zone with her question. Then he smiled.
“I like giving pleasure. If pain leads to pleasure, yeah, I like it.” He pulled at her nipple, twisting at the same time. The pain increased and she breathed out a harsh breath.
“You said there were other ways to play, to use pain for pleasure.”
“There are.” He twisted again, and she cried out. “There are places to go, with rooms and things to use to make it more intense.” Another twist, another cry.
She was breathing fast now, practically panting. Heat flooded her body, her stomach contracting as her hips slid forward, toward Wesley. She sensed more than saw he moved toward her, his hips flexing beneath the sheet. Her eyes flickered down, wanting to see him, to see how aroused he was. She wasn’t disappointed by what she glimpsed, but she wanted to see more.
Reaching out she took the edge of the sheet, pulling it over Wesley’s hip. It was his turn to draw a quick breath as she kicked the sheet away from their bodies. His erection rose up from the apex of his thighs, long and hard, and she let her eyes take in all of it.
“You’re not like any other guy I’ve known.” She swallowed hard, blinking as she looked up at him.
“And I take it that’s a good thing?” The dimples flashed briefly.
“It is.”
He leaned forward, pushing her onto her back, his fingers still twisting and tugging at her, harder than before. She arched against his hand, hips pressing into the mattress, sliding her feet along the mattress. An incessant aching throb had started between her legs and she couldn’t resist sliding her hand between her thighs, moving over the smooth skin, higher, until her fingers slipped into the slick wetness between her legs. She moaned as Wesley continued touching her, deliciously tormenting her.
His cock was pressed against her hip as he rhythmically flexed his hips, rubbing himself against her. It was one more level of erotic arousal, the feel of his heat against her skin.
He pulled his hand away suddenly and Scarlett gasped. But before she could protest he bent his head, his tongue flicking over her puckered nipple. The slick wet feeling, the warmth was such a counterpoint to the pain that Scarlett screamed, her fingers thrusting deeper between her legs.
Her fingers were tangled in his hair, holding him against her as he sucked at her. Warmth spread outward from her breasts, wrapping around her limbs, settling between her legs. As she caressed his head he pulled hard on her breasts.
Just when she thought nothing could exceed what he was doing to her, Wesley’s teeth grazed her nipple. The pain was different, sharper and she gasped. When he bit down she screamed.
“Wesley…” She tugged at his hair. It was pain and pleasure mixed, intense and all consuming.
Then his hand was over hers, between her legs, rubbing where she rubbed, his fingers thrusting where hers once moved tenderly.
It all came together and she bucked hard on the bed, her body twisting beneath Wesley. His fingers rubbed against her, bringing her to a shattering climax. She lifted her hips from the be
d, pushing up hard with her feet, as Wesley continued working his hand between her legs. It seemed his fingers were everywhere, probing her, thrusting into her, pulling and twisting at her sensitive and swollen flesh.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she came back from the edge. Wesley continued stroking her, softly now, gently sucking her breast. It was all soft-focus, her mind still lost in the sensations swirling through her body.
Gradually she became aware of Wesley’s hard erection still pressing against her hip. Wordless she pulled her hand away from her body, rolling against him. He lifted his head and his lips brushed against hers. The kiss was slow and gently, such a sharp contrast to what had come before.
Slowly he rose over her and she spread her legs, welcoming the weight of him. He smiled against her mouth as he lowered himself between her legs. It was a pleasure to wrap her arms around his body, to run her hands down his back.
The head of his cock brushed against her briefly and then Wesley flexed his hips, sliding slowly into her. Scarlett pushed against him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still swirling through her. She wanted that feeling again, to explode around Wesley as he was buried inside her, to feel him thrusting into her as she came. She was close again, on the edge, and she whimpered as he pulled away from her. She tried again to rise up, to take more of him inside, but he stopped, almost leaving her body completely. Her whimper turned to a moan of frustration.
“Lay still, Scarlett. Trust me.” He moved slightly and she moaned again.
“Do you trust me?”
She looked up at him and nodded. She did trust him, at least enough to know whatever he wanted to do was worth playing his game.
“Good.”
With infinite slowness he began moving again, just the head of his cock pushing against her, every contour of the head of his erection etched against her skin. She bit her lip, aching to move, to push against him, to have him thrust into her. But she didn’t want him to stop and if this was another game, she wanted to play. So she planted her feet on the bed, trying to keep still.