by Leah Brooke
“I want that mouth on my cock.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a set of nipple clips, attached by a thick silver chain.
Even though they had rubber padding, Brenna knew it would hurt. Before she could cover herself, he took her wrists in his strong hands, pulling them behind her back and tying them with her bra.
He pulled her arms downward, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her breasts out. With one hand holding her wrists in place, he used the other to attach the first clip to her left nipple, steadying her when she would have jerked away.
Brenna gasped at the sharp pain, struggling to close her thighs against the unbelievable jolt of electric heat to her slit.
“Royce! It hurts. Oh, God.”
Touching the remaining clip to her other nipple and rubbing it back and forth, Royce leaned forward, scraping his teeth over her bottom lip. “Breathe through it, darling. You know how. I’m here with you. You’re never alone. Not anymore. That’s it. Yes. You’re so beautiful like this.”
Brenna took her first deep breath since he’d attached the clip, feeling more vulnerable than ever, and even more exposed than she had a few minutes ago.
Still holding her steady, he fastened the clip on her other nipple and released her hands, leaving them tied behind her back, his eyes watchful.
Each movement sent the chains swinging, the weight of them tugging her nipples and renewing the sensation just as it had begun to subside.
Royce didn’t touch her, and yet she felt him everywhere.
Need clawed at her, the need to have him take her, to fill her, to make her his. “Royce?”
His hard features didn’t soften at all, even when he smiled. Fisting his cock, he gestured her closer. “I want to feel that hot mouth on my cock. Keep those thighs spread and get that ass in the air.”
Brenna sat frozen, fighting the hunger that quickened her breath and made her shake so hard that the chains on her nipples never stopped swinging. She sucked in a breath when he reached out a finger and tugged at the chain, crying out at the pull to her nipples.
Before she could react, he forced her head over his cock. “You need those clips tightened?”
Her stomach clenched at the threat. Her nipples already stung. She couldn’t even imagine having the clamps tightened.
Starving for the taste of him, she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside, moaning in relief at the chance to touch him again. Moving over him, she took him deeper and sucked his cock, savoring the taste of him.
With her hands tied behind her back, concentration became nearly impossible, especially since each movement made the chains swing, tugging at her nipples and sending more jolts of awareness to her center. Her pussy continued to leak moisture, the position she’d found herself in and Royce’s mood turning her on more by the minute.
He ran his hands through her hair, reaching down unexpectedly to tug at the chain.
“Ass in the air, Brenna. Pay attention to what you’re doing.”
Lifting her hips higher, she whimpered, need clawing at her.
Knowing her hands probably blocked his view of her ass didn’t make her feel any less vulnerable.
He would know.
He would know that she felt exposed—know that she needed his touch there as much as she needed her next breath.
The intense flare of heat to her slit and nipples made it even harder to concentrate. Bucking her hips in desperation, she groaned, sucking Royce harder. Her nipples were on fire, but instead of the pain there lessening her need, it increased it, each movement of the chains a sharp reminder of her helplessness.
Determined to give him pleasure so she could get hers, she sucked harder, using her tongue the way she knew he liked.
Rewarded by his groan and the feel of his hands tightening on her hair, she sucked harder, her movements becoming desperate.
“That’s my girl. You were made for this, Brenna. That mouth was made for my cock.”
His sudden movement, lifting her off of his cock, startled her and knocked her off-balance. If he hadn’t steadied her, she would have fallen.
Lifting her face to his, he held her steady with one hand while tugging the chain with the other. His eyes remained hooded, but flared with heat at her cry.
“You were made for this, Brenna. You were made for a man’s pleasure. That mouth is incredible.” Running his thumb over her bottom lip, he pressed, smiling when she touched her tongue to it.
“I want you to be mine, Brenna.”
He lifted her and helped her balance on her heels, coming to his knees to loom over her.
Running his hands over the underside of her breasts, he sent the chain swinging, steadying her again when she would have fallen.
“I’ll bet that poor clit is throbbing, isn’t it?”
Brenna whimpered, unable to catch her breath. “Yes. God, yes. I feel like I’m going to come any second. Please, make me come. Please, Royce. I’m begging.”
Shaking his head, Royce smiled. “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stroke you there?”
Brenna groaned, his silky tone like a stroke to her clit. “Please. Royce, please. I can’t stand it anymore.”
With his hands at her waist, he held her steady. “No. You’re going to suck my cock until I come and then you’re going to lie back and keep those thighs spread so I can see and play with my property.”
Brenna knew she’d never be able to stand it. “Please, Royce, no. Please. I need to come. Please. I’ll do anything you want.”
Royce’s smile disappeared, his features turning to stone. “I’ve told you what I want, Brenna. I want that mouth on my cock. Now.”
Alarmed that she’d displeased him, Brenna bent to take his cock into her mouth again, grateful for his supporting hands that guided her.
He held her face still and began to thrust slowly. “Do you think I know so little about you that I can’t tell when you’re close to coming?”
Brenna gasped at the sharp pull to her nipples when he tugged the chain again.
“I know when you want to come, but whether you come or not is up to me, not up to you. I own your orgasms, my little submissive. They’re mine and it’s up to me to decide when and if an orgasm will be allowed.”
Brenna tried to focus on sucking him, but each word he spoke aroused her even more, making her shake with the need to come.
Rubbing her back, and smoothing her hair, he continued to speak, his tone rougher now.
“If I want to play with you all day and not allow you to come, you’ll have to take it. If I decide to make you come in a crowded restaurant, that’s my choice. It’s whenever, wherever, and however I want. This is for my enjoyment, remember?”
Without any warning, two fingers pushed into her pussy. “Mine, Brenna. All of this is mine to enjoy any way I want.”
She couldn’t stop clamping down on his fingers, the uncertainty of his intent to let her come or not making her frantic.
She took him deeper, sucking and running her tongue over every bump and ridge, paying special attention to the underside.
Royce groaned, his fingers moving in and out of her pussy with slow precision and driving her wild with the pressure against a sensitive spot inside her.
“I have my small whip, darling. I think I’m going to use it on your swollen clit. You’re going to hold yourself open for me while I do it.”
Something between a moan and a whimper welled up in her throat just as Royce’s cock pulsed. Delighted with his groan, and the fact that she’d given him pleasure, she used her tongue to draw it out.
His fingers slid from her pussy, both hands tightening on her waist as he groaned again, his body stiffening.
“Very good. I’m going to make a sweet little submissive out of you yet.”
Sliding his cock free, he gripped her upper arms to lift her against him.
“The thought of you using that mouth on any man but King and me infuriates me.”
Following her instinct
s, she licked her lips clean and leaned toward him, lifting her face to his. Her entire body shook with nerves and a need so strong, she would have done anything he asked in order to get relief. “Then be my Master. Make me yours. Take me.”
Royce’s features lost some of their tenseness, his eyes moving over her face. Bending, he touched his lips to hers. “I don’t think I have any choice.”
He untied her hands and helped her to sit, keeping her thighs spread with his own as he reached for the back of his belt and produced a small whip, one that had a flat circle of leather at the tip.
“Part your folds, baby. You’re going to come. My way.”
Brenna started shaking her head, her clit already throbbing in response. “Royce, no! Please. It’s already burning. I couldn’t take it if you used that on me.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off of the whip, imagining what it would feel like on her too-sensitive clit. Tightening the muscles in her thighs, she tried to pull them together, but his own legs prevented it.
Royce moved his legs away. “I want those legs kept wide open, but I’m not going to do it. You are. The only way you’re going to come at my hands is to spread those folds wide so I can whip that clit.”
Using the tip of the whip, he lifted the chain hanging between her nipples and let it fall, creating a sharp pull that made her cry out.
In an automatic move, she reached to cover her nipples to protect them, the look of disappointment on Royce’s face stopping her at the last second.
“I can’t.” Her restless movements against the chaise did nothing to help relieve the ache there. Little sizzles of heat had settled in her clit, demanding attention. “Royce, please!”
She couldn’t take any more. She couldn’t sit still and she wanted to close her thighs so badly, she shook.
“I think those clamps have been on long enough.”
Reaching out, he unclamped both at once, and tossed the clamps aside.
Brenna cried out at the sensation of the blood rushing back to her nipples, throwing her head back with a moan.
Her stomach muscles clenched repeatedly, each harsh breath making it clench even tighter.
Royce ran a finger over an extremely sensitive nipple, seeming fascinated with its texture. Lifting his gaze to hold hers, his eyes glittered, darkening with emotion.
“You really are exceptionally beautiful, with a body just made for sin. A deadly combination, but it’s those eyes that get me every time.”
He tapped the leather at the end of the whip against her nipple just hard enough to make it sting.
“Right now, the combination of fear and hunger in those gorgeous eyes has my cock hard and throbbing. I’ve been hard since the first time I saw you. It doesn’t seem to matter how often I come. I always want you.”
Brenna reached for him, gripping his forearms. “Good. I want you to want me. Always.” She cried out in surprise when he tapped the tip of the whip to her other nipple, the shock of it going straight to her clit. The sharp tingling got even worse, warning her that her orgasm was only a heartbeat away.
“Royce. Oh, God. Please. I need to come.”
Royce smiled. “I know, darling. Open yourself. Part those soft folds for me.”
Brenna’s gaze flew to the whip, a whimper escaped as she imagined the pain, but even that had to be better than nothing.
“Royce, oh God. It hurts. It burns.”
Brenna couldn’t even think. Every part of her body, especially those exposed, simmered with heat and sensation. She wanted to come. She needed to come. Moisture trickled down her thighs each time her pussy clenched, but it was the throbbing of her clit that threatened to drive her insane.
Royce ran a finger over her nipple. “I know. It’s going to burn even more when you come. Let me see that clit, darling.”
She glanced at the whip again and then looked into his eyes, knowing she had no choice. She had to come. She had to be what he needed, to satisfy the hunger burning in his incredible green eyes.
With shaking hands, she separated her folds, her breath hitching with each ragged breath.
“Royce, please. Do whatever you want.”
The whip went up and came down on her clit, the movement so fast it was over before she even realized it.
And then sensation hit her.
Sucking in a breath at the heat, Brenna squeezed her eyes closed as her orgasm slammed into her.
Her tortured cry rang through the air as the sizzling heat in her clit exploded.
She came hard, her entire body stiffening in ecstasy. Sensation after sensation rolled through her, every nerve ending in her body coming alive.
She tensed, frightened at the intensity, and within seconds began to shake uncontrollably. Barely aware of Royce taking her hands from her folds and laying her on her back, she tried to close her legs to protect her clit from being touched again.
She moaned at the heat of Royce’s body moving over hers. The hunger in his touch thrilled her as he gathered her close and began to push his cock into her.
Lifting her bottom, he slowly began to fill her, each inch stretching her delicate inner flesh and making it quiver all around him.
“That’s it, darling. I’ve got you. Damn, you feel so good and those husky little cries make me want to stay inside you forever.”
Brenna moaned when he began to move inside her, each stroke setting off more of those delicious tingles.
“Royce. It’s too much. Too good. Too strong.”
She could hardly breathe, her body a mass of indescribable pleasure.
The sensations in every erogenous zone sharpened almost to the point of pain, the delicious feeling of his every movement forcing cry after cry from her.
With a hand at the back of her head, he lifted her face to his.
“Never. It’s never going to be enough. I’ll never get enough of you, Brenna. You’re in my blood. I can’t let you go now.”
His thrusts became more frantic, more desperate, as though he tried to imprint himself into her soul. His lips hovered over hers, his eyes dark and possessive.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you. You’re mine, Brenna. Mine. Come for me. Come all around me. Come while I’m inside you.”
Brenna had never seen Royce this way. She’d never heard that hunger in his voice before.
Wrapping her legs around his hips, she lifted into him. “Royce, promise me that no matter what happens, you won’t let me go. Even—oh God—even if I get scared.”
“Never.”
He surged deep, his arms tightening around her as he came.
Brenna held him close as his big body shuddered, rocking her hips as the next orgasm loomed just out of reach. Filled with his cock, and with the waves of her orgasm still washing over her, she climbed steadily to the edge again, alarmed that she couldn’t seem to stop coming.
“I’ve got you.”
Tears blurred her vision, tears of frustration and emotion.
She shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew what she felt, or that he would give her what she needed to go over that razor-sharp edge of pleasure again.
Gathering her even closer, he stared into her eyes. “Come for me.”
Using the pressure of his lips to part hers, he swept her mouth with his tongue in a kiss more possessive and full of emotion than any he’d ever given her.
With a whimper, she tightened on him and came, the suddenness of it shocking her.
His whispered demand and branding kiss had been enough to send her over into the ultimate pleasure.
Nothing had ever made her feel more vulnerable.
Royce seemed to know it, holding her as though she was the most precious thing in the world to him, drying tears she couldn’t stop shedding.
“And now, my darling, you’re mine.”
Chapter Seventeen
Hours later, after a shower, snack, and a short nap while Royce checked in at the club, Brenna found herself plastered against him, her mouth taken in a scorchin
g kiss that made her toes curl.
Groaning, he lifted his mouth from hers and ran a hand through her hair, his eyes tender and tinged with frustration.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve never been so impatient for a seminar to end before. I’ll be up to check on you in a few minutes. Have fun with King, darling.”
Bending over her, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair.
“I’m going to have a hard time concentrating on the others tonight. I just want to be with you.”
Brenna shivered at his warm breath against her neck and cuddled closer.
He’d been attentive and much more relaxed since their lovemaking earlier, hugging her and running his hands over her at every opportunity, coming up to their room every time he had a few minutes to spare.
“You’ve been busy today. I’ve missed you, too.” She couldn’t resist the chance to tease him. “As long as you keep your hands off those other women.”
Lifting his head, Royce raised a brow. “Afraid I’m going to paddle their asses and imagine they’re yours?”
Brenna’s bottom clenched in response. “Something like that.”
He ran a hand over her bottom as though he knew how his words would increase her awareness there. “Behave yourself. Be good for King. I’ll see you in a little while.”
He ran his hands over her one last time before leaving the room, touching his lips to her shoulder before he released her.
“I’m going to meet you in the playroom as soon as I get a few things settled with Blade. Everyone’s going to the hotel for dinner, so King and I will be able to spend some more time with you.”
She watched him leave before turning to face King, who stood waiting. Smiling, she started forward, anxious to run her hands over his naked chest. “King, I—”
“On your knees, Red. Present yourself.”
Wondering if he had any idea what those words and that tone did to her, she struggled to scowl at him. “Damn it, King. I want to touch you. We’re not in the playroom.” She took another step forward, crying out in surprise when he gripped her wrists in one big hand and lifted them over her head, effectively stopping her.