Cole, Kaliana - Hook, Line and Sinker [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Kaliana Cole

  “So you don’t think I’m a crybaby?” Bailey knew it was out of character for her to be choked up over something that had been consenting and watched by so many others. She knew she was rattled from being back in a club, but the sight of blood had truly unnerved her.

  “No. I think you’re incredibly brave, and incredibly sexy. I know you loved the first scene. Did you see anything you want to try?”

  “All of it except the clamps. I’ve been dying to see what wax feels like, and I kind of like the look of that rope thing.”

  “Let’s have a look around and see what Tisha has got in here.”

  Bailey lifted from his chest and blinked back the tears that had been threatening while he unclipped the leash from her collar. The room was large and comfortable. Padded couches and benches with discreet attachment points, cupboards and drawers and a mirrored corner. Jory was opening doors and sliding drawers. Bailey peered around him, spying all sorts of dildos, plugs, and ticklers sealed in plastic that bore the “Shivers hygiene guarantee” seal.

  “Oh, we are going to have some fun tonight.” Jory’s hands snared things here and there, making a pile on the bench. “Your choice, Bailey. Pick where you want to be.” He gestured at the furniture scattered about.

  Her eyes flew from one bench to the next before settling on a spanking bench very like Jory’s one at home. The only difference that she could see was a gap in the main rest that would make her breasts accessible. She loved the vulnerability of having her ass exposed, the sensation that things were out of her control. The only problem with Jory’s was that it left her breasts neglected. This one solved that problem. She ran her hands along the faux-leather squabs.

  “I should have known. You just love taunting me with that ass. I’ll cure you of that one day.”

  Yeah, like that was going to happen. Bailey had given up hope of him ever taking her anally. He had teased and taunted until he had overcome her aversion, and now that she craved it he had gone no further. He held up a coil of soft kernmantle rope and a few candle tapers. “Time to play, brat. You’re a little overdressed.”

  Bailey held his gaze and stripped the dress off over her head. She hung it up on the crossbar of the crucifix against the wall. The look of total hunger that gripped him at the sight of her nudity never failed to make her heart pound harder.

  She gave an extra roll to her hips as she sashayed over to him, her pointed nipples leading the way. Only when they scraped against the fine cotton of his shirt did she stop. “If I promise to be a good girl, will Sir do something for me?” She batted her eyelashes theatrically.

  “What do you want, brat?”

  “Will you take your shirt off, please?”

  His eyes showed his surprise at her request. It made her wonder just what he thought she was going to ask for. But that thought was lost as he emptied his hands and reached for the buttons. Bailey bit her lip as he slid the shirt off and hung it up. His chest was naturally smooth, only a few silky strands dotted it here and there. The lean, muscled expanse was lightly tanned where he, too, had been spending time lounging around the stream. The leather pants sat low on his narrow hips, accentuating the long line of his taut waist. When he turned to hang up the shirt, Bailey couldn’t take her eyes off his back. The perfect wedge. Broad shoulders swooped in to his tight waist and that gorgeous ass. Bailey was drooling.

  “Jesus, Bailey. The way you look at me! You make a man feel like a god, baby.”

  Bailey forgot about play when he took her in his arms and kissed her. She splayed both hands on his chest and absorbed the feel of his hard flesh, hot and bare against her skin. His tongue swept through her mouth like wildfire, burning with total devastation. She grew weak beneath the onslaught, lost in the blaze.

  “This is gonna be over before it begins if I let you have your way.” Jory nipped at her lips once more before pulling away. “Get over here if you want to find out what hot wax feels like, baby. You already know what the slide of my cock feels like, and that’s about all you’re gonna get if you keep putting your hands on me.”

  Bailey was still trying to work out if that was a bad thing when the feel of heavy iron against her wrist snapped her attention.

  “It’s the only kind of restraint in the room, Bailey. I guess it all comes down to whether you trust me or not.”

  He would have to put it in those terms.

  She knew it was all psychological. That really she was no more likely to be able to escape from Jory’s Velcro cuffs than these metal ones. But the steel felt so damn uncompromising. Even lovingly lined with leather, the cold metal was daunting.

  She held her hand out before she could rethink it. “Good girl.” Jory’s smile was reward enough, heated approval blazing forth. The second hand was offered without hesitation. “I’m going to chain you up while I put the rope on. I don’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself when I’m that close.” He snapped a short chain between the cuffs and raised them up. Bailey took a deep breath as he stepped in closer to lift them over a hook suspended from the ceiling, making her nipples run along his lower chest. His breath caught, but he continued on with a shake of his head. “You’re a bad, bad girl.” He didn’t say that like it was a bad thing.

  He stepped back and reached for the coil of rope. He put it on differently to the way the woman on stage had been bound. It didn’t look as binding or as uncomfortable. The rope ran across her back and circled each breast in some kind of hitch before being joined between the captured mounds. “It’s not very tight, sir.” It wasn’t a complaint, but she had expected, well, more.

  “Take a deep breath, brat.”

  Bailey did as Jory instructed and immediately felt the compression as the rope tightened around each breast. “Oh, God!”

  “Sometimes less is best. This way won’t numb you out, and each breath you take works against you. And believe me—you are going to be taking some mighty big breaths tonight.” He flicked both nipples hard and elicited exactly that response. “I’m going to clamp these nipples tonight, Bailey. Show you the way clamps are supposed to be used. Latisha has got some nice rubberized ones that are adjustable enough to fit these big nipples of yours.

  “But not yet. I think you’re ready for a bigger plug, baby. And I’m gonna put one fair up that tight little ass before I go any further.”

  He reached up and unhooked her hands. Bailey thrilled to the contact as he stepped in close and brushed against her bound breasts. “Get on the bench, brat.”

  Bailey positioned herself on the padded bench, tilting her hips a little more than necessary once she snugged her breasts into the space allotted to them. Jory didn’t miss it either and brought his hand down in a resounding smack. The sting and the heat radiated with unerring precision straight to her womb, loosing a welcoming flood across her folds.

  “Do you need me to tie you down, or can you stay still for this?” The sensation of a cold, blunt, and slick pressure against her anus made her buck. “I’ll take that as a ‘tie me up, please, sir’.”

  The wrist cuffs made a solid sound as they clipped onto the anchor points. Bailey kept her head lifted, enjoying the delectable sight of Jory’s washboard abs and lean hips tucking into the leather pants. When he circled around behind her, she could watch him in the mirror. The leg restraints were straps and buckles rather than Velcro, and Jory made sure they were snug.

  “That’s better. You’re not going anywhere now. I’m not going to stretch your ass first this time, Bailey. I want you to concentrate and relax. You need to give up your body to me for this to work. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Let’s see how you go.” His hand felt cool when he laid it on the cheek he had slapped, but the gentle touch of his lips was warm against the other. Bailey relaxed, fighting the urge to tighten when she felt the daunting width of the well-lubed toy press against her once more. It rocked against her star, not penetrating but pressing firmly before backing off. “That’s the way, baby. Relax and le
t me have it. You’re going to feel so full and stretched. This plug has got plenty of give to it. You’re going to be clenching down tight on it when I take a paddle to this ass, love.”

  The sharp pinch of entry gave way to the slow burn of impalement as the rubber was gently but firmly pressed forward. Bailey couldn’t help the little mewling sounds coming from her throat. There was something so inherently submissive about having her ass penetrated that put her reaction out of her hands. Sounds, shivers, gasps—none of it she could control.

  “Look at that! So hot, baby. It’s nearly there. Good girl, it’s in now. You can squeeze it if you want.”

  There was no want about it, her body craved the burn. Clasping convulsively, Bailey gasped when she felt the plug shift inside her. A tilt of her hips put the delicious internal pressure against the inner face of her tailbone. She nearly passed out from the pleasure. She knew Jory was visible in the mirror, but she was too lost to focus, absorbed in the nefarious decadence.

  “Sweet fucking torture.” Jory’s rich voice was husky with lust, the melodic rasp reaching her through the haze. “I want to bury myself balls-deep in that ass of yours, Bailey. You have no idea just how much you tempt me.”

  “I wish you would.”

  “Save that thought for later, baby. We are going to have some fun first. I’ll warm you up with the paddle, and then we’ll see how you like the kiss of hot wax.” Bailey shuddered with anticipation. His voice wrapped around her senses and pulled her under. She went willingly, her trust complete as she surrendered.

  The paddle didn’t have the sting of the lash or the harsh intimacy of a bare palm, and her body rose into the blows, looking for more. “Isn’t that enough, sweet?”

  Bailey shook her head. She wanted more, to feel the sting and rise above it, buoyed higher and higher as the endorphins flooded her bloodstream.

  She felt Jory move away briefly. The leather he rubbed across her back felt pliable but substantial. “It’s a strap, baby. Nice and wide so it won’t cut this lovely skin. Call yellow if I go too hard for you and I’ll back off.” His hand stroked her flank, deliberately reassuring before the first blow landed. It smarted, but it still wasn’t enough. A low moan escaped her throat, and Jory let her have it harder. Her ass squeezed down involuntarily on the plug as the second blow landed, sending shards of forbidden pleasure to mingle with the heavenly pain.

  She dropped her head down and embraced the fire as blows began raining down faster and harder. From her shoulders to her thighs, the thick caress of the strap bit hard. It burned with the sweetest agony. Lancing pain became absolute rapture as the wonders of endorphins inundated her system. Bailey floated, lost in the tangled web of sensation.

  “So good, baby.” Jory’s voice sounded like it was passing through winter molasses to reach her. The realization that the blows had stopped and he was running his hands soothingly over her was just as slow in coming. “You gave in so beautifully. Open your eyes. Tell me where we’re at, baby.”

  It was a real struggle to comply. Her eyelids felt as if they were weighted with lead, heavy and slow. “That’s the girl. Where are we at, Bailey? Is everything okay?”

  A slow smile grew at the corners of her mouth, lazy and thick feeling. Was everything okay?

  Okay didn’t begin to cover it.

  “Un-fucking-believable.” It was a little raspy, but Jory’s strained chuckle said he had heard her just fine. He chuckled even harder when she tacked on a belated “sir.”

  “You are going to be the death of me, brat,” he asserted, coming back around in front. “I’m going to clamp these beautiful big nipples now, baby, and then we’ll find out just how much you like the wax.”

  Jory made some adjustments to the table, and she found herself kneeling upright, hands anchored to the side of the table. The shifting of the plug within her closed her eyes and forced her lungs to draw a deep breath, tightening the binds on her breasts.

  She opened them to find Jory watching her with flagrant hunger and admiration. “You are so fucking beautiful.” His hand buried into her curls, tugging sharply as he tilted her head for his lips’ descent. Bailey sent her tongue to duel with his, not so far gone that she would squander a chance to taste him. He nipped her sharply for her audacity but not before drawing sweetly on her tongue.

  Bailey thrilled to his kiss. Other than his hands, he did not normally have contact with her once they were in play mode, but tonight he was pushing the boundaries. She was eager to see just how far that would take them tonight.

  “These nipples aren’t quite sharp enough. Should I pinch them or flick them to get them harder?” That too was new. He had never given her options before.

  “Suck them.” It was a brazen dare.

  “Oh, baby, you are in so much trouble.”

  Her scream echoed off the ceiling when he pinched her nipples relentlessly. Bailey arched, letting the pain swamp her as she struggled to embrace it. She rose above the stormy tide. Her nostrils flared and she smiled at Jory. “Again.” The pain was absolute, all consuming and so fucking addictive.

  Icy blue eyes held admiration as she held his gaze through it all. The clamps were nothing after that cataclysm of sensation, just a pleasant tease. She watched hungrily as he set a match to the first taper. The smell of sulfur tickled her nose. The brilliant, perfect flame warmed the wax, pooling it around the trembling wick. A growl lit from her throat when the first drop landed on his inner wrist instead of her hungry skin.

  “Just testing, baby. Candles melt at different temperatures. This one should be hot enough for you.”

  Bailey had expected him to start on her breasts, but he circled behind her once more and she felt the molten wax land high on her shoulder, warm but not hot.

  “Want it hotter?”

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  His hand lowered before the next drop spilled. The heat was instant, but cooled fast. A dribble came next, exquisite agony for a whole second before it, too, cooled in the ambient temperature. She let out a hiss when he repeated it on the other shoulder, a generous splash that ran along her skin with white-hot fury before surrendering to chemistry and reforming a solid.

  The first drop that landed on her breast wasn’t as hot as the dribbles on her shoulders, but on the tender, taut skin, it didn’t have to be. Fire danced along her nerve endings as Jory rained down drips of wax with a master’s precision, ever closer to her nipples. It was too much. Too much but never enough.

  “I want you, Jory. I need to come so bad. Fuck me, please fuck me.” It was the first time she had been reduced to out-and-out begging.

  Jory froze. She watched a droplet of wax hover on the brink before freefalling in slow motion to land on the very end of her clamped nipple. Searing heat engulfed the tortured bud. Bailey screamed as the sensation threatened her very sanity.

  “Come for me, Bailey.” Harsh and rough, his voice grated in her ear as he touched her clit with one finger. Bailey exploded. The orgasm tore through every cell in her body, leaving no part untouched as her reality rocked on its foundations. Jory anchored her with his voice and the touch of his finger as he coaxed every last twitch from the wreck of her body.

  She felt the gentle touch of his hands as he released her from her bonds and the flush of blood rush into her breasts and nipples as he removed their fetters. Trembled a little when the plug was tugged from her body. Gloried in the press of his chest to her back as he wrapped his larger body around hers and gave her comfort. Bailey let her head fall back against him and soaked up the feel of Jory surrounding her.

  “Why won’t you fuck me?”

  “I do, baby. Just as often as I possibly can.”

  “I mean when we’re playing.”

  “I have to stay in control then. Your safety depends on it. I can’t think when I’m inside you, and I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

  “You need to trust yourself, Jory. I know you would never hurt me more than I want to be hurt. I would love to see you let go, to know
you are getting the same pleasure out of it as I am.”

  “Seeing you let go like you did tonight is its own pleasure, Bailey. It is the biggest high to know that I have pushed you to such a point. To watch you embrace the pain, watch the pleasure chase it across your face. You are fucking amazing.”

  “I’m still horny.”

  “Can you wait until we get back to the hotel and get cleaned up? I’d like to be able to fall asleep with you in my arms afterward instead of getting dressed and struggling out of here.”

  “I’ll try and wait.” Bailey went to move.

  “Whoa! Where are you going so fast? It’s snuggling time, time to bask in the afterglow.”

  “But you didn’t come.”

  “I’ll bask in your afterglow then. Let me hold you, baby. I need it.” Bailey relaxed back against Jory. He could hold her for as long as he wished.

  Chapter 8

  Bailey was pensive on the seven-hour drive back. Last night she had experienced more pleasure than she thought was possible.

  After the intensity of their play in the private room at Shivers, Jory had bathed her in the quiet luxury of their suite and made love to her. Long and sweet, with deep rolling thrusts that had touched her soul. He’d been hungry and masterly, pinning her hands and plundering her mouth, but he had remained staunchly in control.

  Bailey wanted to take his precious control and rip it to shreds. To taste the primal hunger. To embrace the wild demons that held sway in his psyche. Jory didn’t scare her. He had never scared her.

  He had that innate protectiveness, the need to nurture. He might get off on inflicting a little pain, but he was all care at heart. She wanted the whole package, not the carefully separated aspects he wrapped up and gifted her with on occasion.