by Kaliana Cole
“You haven’t earned the right to wear it. You should have left it on. When you were wearing that, you were my responsibility and you had my protection. Right now, the only protection you have is Cal’s half-hourly calls. Lose the jacket and get downstairs.”
The saucy look she threw him as she dropped the jacket and turned affected him almost as much as the rounded ass swaying provocatively with every step.
Jory grabbed a few things and followed her down. He didn’t want to miss her reaction when she spotted the changes to his dungeon.
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Bailey froze. The room had been rearranged. Directly lit by strategically placed spotlights, the modified spanking bench gripped her with fear. Wooden stocks had been mounted over it. Uncompromising hardwood lined with leather and bound with iron.
In the mirror across from her, she saw Jory at her back, his face mocking. “Run away and hide, little girl. You’re clearly not up to it after all.”
He took off his shirt and hooked it over the doorknob. Despite her fear, her body liquefied at the sight of his mouthwatering physique. The heat radiating off him was electric, sending fissions of desire coursing through her blood. “I’ve told you before, Jory—you don’t scare me.”
“So you say. Get on the bench.”
The touch of his gaze was a tangible weight as she crossed to the bench that had brought her so much pleasure and climbed on. He didn’t watch her body as he usually did. No, he was watching her face for signs that she meant to break and run. That realization was enough to put a little starch in her backbone. She lifted her chin in defiance as she settled onto the bench. His smirk said she was full of shit.
He wasn’t far wrong.
“I’ve come to realize I have been denying myself a lot of pleasure with you, brat.” He crossed to stand before her and opened the archaic restraining device. “There’s no reason at all why I should hold back. Just because I come doesn’t mean I have to let you. I’ve been too indulgent. You have gotten way too many orgasms at my hand, Bailey. Tonight is my turn. Get in the stocks, Bailey. I want to fuck that hot little mouth of yours.”
Bailey hesitated, caught between the erotic promises he made and her fear of being so completely helpless. Her mind was made up by the tanned hands reaching for his belt buckle and the quirt-style strap that hung from one wrist. She loved the kiss of wide leather against her skin, and his strap was the perfect width and length. He’d proven in Denver he could wield it with skill and precision. He used enough force to leave marks that bloomed into silken bruises but never to break the skin.
She placed her wrists in the padded receptacles and lowered her head, watching his icy blue eyes heat with every inch she lowered her head until she could no longer see them. But a much more arresting sight met her gaze.
Blood-darkened and proud, his cock stood at rigid attention in the gap of his unzipped jeans. The closing of the stocks was lost in the hunger she felt. Need pulsed between her legs and through her very veins. She licked her lips, starving to taste the droplet that dampened the small slit atop the thickly flared head.
His big hand reached out and grabbed the curls that rioted over her brow. “Completely helpless, brat. I can spear my cock straight down your throat, and there’s not a thing you can do about it.”
The devil made Bailey snap her teeth. She couldn’t help it.
“Use your teeth, and I’ll leave you here for an hour to learn a lesson. I’ve got a nice vibrating butt plug for teaching naughty little girls not to bite. It will stretch you further than you can imagine and keep up a teasing vibration that will make you so desperate to come you’ll be crying for it.”
That was a deterrent? Unfortunately her face must have shown her lack of concern.
“Have you seen dental clamps before, Bailey?”
Fear gripped her at that. She had seen the cruel forceps used on a sub that had bitten. They forced the mouth to stay wide open, leaving no control whatsoever about what was placed in the mouth. “Yes.”
“Good. Then you know there are ways of making you comply.” His large hand wrapped around the darkened shaft, and he lowered the head to within an inch of her mouth. Bailey strived to reach it, her tongue flickering desperately. “So eager. I like that. Let me tilt the bar a bit.” The board encompassing her neck and wrists tilted, bringing her head a little more upright. Her eyes met his at the new angle. “That’s it, brat. Keep your eyes on mine. Seeing you helpless like this really stirs my creativity.”
“Is that what you’re calling it now?” Bailey’s eyes went meaningfully to the part that was stirred the most.
“You talk too much.”
Bailey really approved of his way of silencing her. Salty musk blasted across her taste buds and short-circuited all cognitive function. His primal male heat slid between her lips and glided over her tongue. She couldn’t hold back the groan of desire that rumbled from her throat and slid her eyes closed. Jory echoed it, and her eyes sprang open. She didn’t want to miss a second of his reaction. She hungered with the need to see ecstasy wash across his face as he finally gave in and took his own pleasure of her bound and helpless body.
Cream dampened her inner thighs, and her clit pulsed with a life of its own as he nudged deeper into her mouth. Helpless and at his mercy was exactly where she wanted to be. Her body had become so accustomed to the sheer power he had over its pain and pleasure that it didn’t matter that he wasn’t touching her below the neck. Nipples throbbed, engorged and tightened as her body rocked with the rhythm he set of its own accord. Deprived inner muscles clamped uselessly, grasping to be filled. Her whole body was on fire with her need for him, yet it rated a distant second to the need to see him surrender to the demons he kept on such a tight leash.
Bailey flicked her tongue across the flared rim and over what part of the shaft she could reach, welcoming each intrusion. The remarkable light blue of his eyes burned with an unearthly fire. His gaze was fixed on the blood-darkened cock that stretched her mouth. He had loosened the reins of his self-control but not thrown caution to the wind. Bailey wanted him wild.
She renewed her efforts, doubling the suction as he pulled back. She was rewarded by the sound of his breath hissing in between his teeth and a deeper thrust that kissed the back of her throat. That was more like it.
Breathing deep through her nose, she willed her throat to relax, swallowing the saliva buildup when he withdrew. He pushed back in faster, breaking the rhythm, and she swallowed on the head of his cock, fighting the urge to gag as her throat protested.
“Oh, fuck! That feels like a wet fist squeezing me.” His deep voice grated roughly across her jagged nerves, a needful timbre she ached to hear more of.
Doing it again proved harder than she thought. Her body had built-in protection mechanisms that even her great need had trouble in overcoming. It was all in the timing. He held deep the next time her throat contracted around him. Bailey fought every instinct to hold still and watch the fevered pleasure flash through his face—the clenched teeth, the painful grimace, the mottling of lust that covered his high cheekbones. Water streaming from her eyes forced her to blink, and Jory withdrew a split second before panic at not being able to breathe overtook her.
Concern and guilt washed over his features, and he made to pull away. Bailey gave him the edge of teeth and growled. No fucking way was she letting him call it off now. He gave her a nod, the slightest hint of a smile curling the corner of his mouth, a silent “touché,” and fed his cock back into her mouth.
Frustration grew as she couldn’t move her head to take him deeper. She wanted him gloriously uninhibited in his pleasure. One small taste wasn’t enough. She begged with her eyes, making hungry noises, buzzing his cockhead with the vibrations. He didn’t hold back for long. He was soon butting the back of her throat with every thrust, whispering heated promises of sinful ecstasy.
Bailey lost herself in his pleasure, nothing mattering but hearing a cry of completion as he gave in to her mouth. He tas
ted close, so blissfully close. A constant supply of salty tang had her tongue working overtime, collecting every drop leaking past his precious control. Her body gathered in sympathy, reaching for a peak it could not attain without his help.
“You want to come so bad, baby, but you’re not allowed this time. You are going to take everything I dish out tonight. Every. Last. Fucking. Thing.”
His seed hit the back of her mouth, and Bailey swallowed convulsively, her tongue poking the fissure, looking for more the moment he pulled back far enough for her to breathe. A shadow of rapture rolled through her body. Not orgasm, but so fucking close she didn’t care. She felt strong, invincible, empowered with feminine might. There was nothing weak about submitting. His surrender was so irrefutable it made her bondage immaterial.
Bailey held his gaze and ran her tongue over her lips as he stepped back and got the slightly exasperated smile she was looking for, with more than a touch of appreciation shading it. The only thing better than looking into Jory’s eyes with the height of his need upon him was seeing lazy satiation in the icy blue depths. It didn’t last long, though.
“You look so proud of yourself, baby. Like you think you have the upper hand.” His hands went to the sides of the stocks and released the locking mechanism. “Have a drink and ring Cal. It’s a few minutes early, but I don’t want him interrupting what I have planned next.”
A shudder ran through Bailey as she stepped off the bench. Her thighs were sinfully wet, sliding slickly against one another as she walked to the side table where the phone and a couple of bottles of water sat. She took a long drink and then punched in the number. Jory had his eyes on the wet shine between her legs, so she put one foot up on the chair, deliberately taunting him while she spoke to Cal Keenan.
She had the satisfaction of seeing Jory choke as she gave Cal the phrase he had insisted on hearing if everything was progressing to her satisfaction. “I praise you, oh great and noble one with the huge cock.” Hell, she nearly choked saying it. Cal, on the other hand, was vastly amused, his deep chuckle coming through loud and clear before she hung up.
“Don’t ask.”
“I hadn’t planned on it. Get back on the bench.”
Bailey complied, tilting her hips as she climbed up and giving him a healthy view of her engorged and dripping folds. The slap that landed fair on her clit was unexpected and brutal. A startled cry ripped from her lips before her body had a chance to process the sting and reward her with pleasure. She clenched her teeth and sucked in air even as her wanton body reacted to the pain. Her ruched nipples contracted sharply, and her cunt tightened in unadulterated lust. Bailey rode out the seductive pain and tilted for another.
“Nope. I ain’t stupid, brat. If I land another one on that greedy little pussy, you’ll come for sure. I told you, you’re going without until I say otherwise.” His amused tones rolled through her, quaking her loins as he came to stand before her. “Get back in the stocks if you don’t want to quit.”
Bailey went in with a smile this time.
Chapter 10
Pride and sheer admiration of her courage rocked Jory. Her fear had been real. He’d been damn near able to taste the metallic dryness of adrenaline that had assaulted her at the sight of the stocks. The thump of her heart had beaten a visible tattoo against her ribs, and yet she had wrapped all that stubborn bravado around her and allowed herself to be captured by the apparatus that she associated with terror and degradation.
He shook his head. He shouldn’t have been that surprised. Bailey had always had that terrier mentality. That slightly twisted urge to throw down with a grin when the odds were stacked against her. She’d welcome defeat with open arms as long as she got to take a piece of her opponent with her.
The problem with Bailey was that she wanted not just the piece she had already snared—he’d bid his heart good-bye years ago—but she wanted his demons, too. She wanted every dark and driven part of him, parts he had kept carefully leashed ever since he had acknowledged their existence. It was what she was prepared to face to achieve it that held Jory by the balls.
She knew no boundaries, professed not to be scared by him, and so far she had held it true. Not once had she feared him. Even with his cock cutting off her air supply, hunger had been in her watering eyes until the last moment. Her panic had been at a visceral level. She’d fought it and her primal instincts to strive to hold him deep. She was a fucking miracle.
He secured her legs with the Velcro straps and cranked the handle that spread her knees. He took her wide, making sure she couldn’t get any purchase to rub that angry-looking clit on and enough room for him to stand between them. The bud stuck out from between her pouting lips like a tiny glazed cherry, engorged and slick with syrup. His tongue swept his lips reflexively. He was on his knees before he knew he’d moved, her dripping folds one decadent thought from the end of his tongue.
Giving a mental shake, he went to rise, but he stopped short. This was about him indulging. As long as she didn’t come, it was for his benefit. He grabbed a footstool, pulling it to where he wanted, and sat down with his shoulders between her spread knees. A glance in the mirror showed her delighted anticipation. She obviously thought he had caved.
“You’re awfully wet, brat. I was going to get some lube to stretch your ass, but I don’t think I’ll need it.” He thrust one finger into her searing heat, the caress of the tight, satiny cunt walls taking him by surprise. She was on fire. “Fuck, you’re hot. You need cooling down, baby, but first”—he withdrew his finger and painted the thick, rich cream over her anus before dipping deep for more—“let’s see you take this.”
He slid his finger into the dark entrance, feeling the sphincter tighten impossibly and strive to deny him access, but it was no defense against his well-lubricated digit. A ripple spread along her back as her spine lengthened and she relaxed into his invasion. Her face showed slack pleasure, her lips parted and eyelids heavy as indigo slits showed beneath.
She watched him shamelessly. Blood began to pool in his well-sated cock at her brazen regard. If he weren’t so self-assured, he’d have blindfolded the wretch. She would challenge the confidence of a lesser Dom. He was glad she watched. He wanted to see the riot his next surprise would cause. He tugged over the container he had brought downstairs with him. Her eyes followed every move. The sound of ice grating on ice sent a different sort of shiver along her spine. Disbelief widened her eyes. “You wouldn’t! Jory, you’re kidding. Don’t do it!”
He gave an evil grin and swiped the ice cube from one end of her folds to the other. Her ass spasmed and jerked around his finger as she protested the frosty caress. “I told you you were too hot.”
An honest-to-god squeal peeled from her throat when he slipped the piece of ice inside her molten cunt. He expected to hear it sizzle against her slick heat, but instead he got to feel it succumb to the fiery envelopment when it melted inside her. Its diminishment was patently obvious through the membrane beneath his finger. And so much fun he did it again.
“So cold! You’re freezing me, Jory.”
“How about I warm it up a little then?”
Jory laid a big suckling kiss on her chilled pussy. His tongue speared deep to touch the cube he had just slid inside her. He sucked it into his mouth and moved further beneath her. He gave her clit a pursed-lip kiss before laying the sliver of ice in his mouth atop the throbbing bundle of nerves. She yelled and writhed at the direct assault. He chuckled and moved back, sliding his finger from her ass.
Blotting up the water with a towel, he listened to her suck in desperate breaths and curse him with every second one. The icing had made her mad as hell, but it achieved its purpose of moving her away from the orgasm she perpetually hovered upon the edge of.
“That was just for fun, brat.” He cupped her still-cool mound and warmed it with his big hand. “Now it’s time to get serious.” He slicked two fingers with lube, knowing she wouldn’t notice the slight chill after the ice cubes’ arctic kiss,
and worked them into her tight back passage. Her grip relaxed as she breathed out, and he was able to work more lube into her. There was a big difference between erotic pain and just plain agony, and enough lube could make that difference.
Indigo eyes opened wide when he picked up a butt plug. Jory smiled. He knew it was big, but if she wanted his cock, she had to take that first. He saw her throat bob as she swallowed before boldly meeting his gaze. She was brave, he’d give her that. Still scared shitless, but she wasn’t going to let that interfere with her professed need to have him.
“Big, ain’t it?” He ran the rubberized plug down her flank, watching her writhe. “But it isn’t quite as wide as my cock. If you want me, you have to take this first, and no one’s touching that clit to make it easier this time. I want to see you take it cold. See that bite cross your face when there’s no pleasure to dilute it.
“Going to cry off? Or do you think you can take it?”
“Looking for a way out, are you, Jory?”
He was kind of hoping she would give him one actually, but that hope was clearly misplaced. He pressed the lubed plug against her slick star. His gaze was torn between watching her open up and take the plug and watching her face. He settled on her face this time. He’d watch her ass swallow his cock if she didn’t cut and run first.
Sharp white teeth bit down on her plump bottom lip as the toy breached her. Her eyes slid closed. He rocked the toy sharply within her, startling them back open. “Keep them open, brat. I want you to watch me. You haven’t been shy so far. Don’t start now.”
Keeping his eyes on her face, he pressed and retreated, feeding the toy deeper with every advance. He didn’t touch her clit, but he found he was unable to refrain from giving her the comfort of some touch. Jory ran his hand the length of her back slowly and firmly before reversing the stroke. Her lids struggled to stay up at the soothing caress.