by Kaliana Cole
The widest point of the plug reached her outer ring, and she gasped and paled but did not squirm away. Her ribs expanded sharply, drawing a deep breath, and then she let it out slowly. Jory watched with growing hunger as she pushed against him and the toy lodged safely in her grip. There was no hint of pain on her face now. A frenzied kind of wildness imbued it.
“Talk to me, brat. How does that feel?”
“Take it out and do it over. I want to feel it settle in again.”
A smile curled his lips at the raw greed in her voice. “This bit?” He tugged the toy just to the widest point and let her body suck it in again.
“Oh, God yes!” Deep and ragged, her voice wrapped around his cock and stroked it back to full tumescence. He repeated the maneuver for no other reason than to hear her pleasure. She didn’t disappoint him with the full-throated groan it elicited.
“God, you sound sexy! I think I can get more noise than that out of you, though.” He didn’t give her any warning, just brought the wrist strap down to stripe both cheeks. The yell ended in a long, low moan, which was all the encouragement he needed to keep going. Jory spaced the hits carefully. He didn’t want her falling into an endorphin haze completely. He wanted her fully lucid when he slid inside her.
The perfect blow landed on the bottom edge of her ass, wrapping the thigh so that the very tip of the double-stitched leather stung her folds. His cock fed on the sounds that drew from her, indescribable noises of purely pained carnality that grew into a fevered begging for more. He obliged, laying a matching stripe beneath the other cheek.
Her cry echoed off the ceiling before falling into heated pleas. “Let me come, please, Jory, I need to come, just a little one.”
A little one? He’d never seen Bailey settle for a so-called little one yet. “You’re not coming until my dick is buried balls-deep in this tight little ass of yours, brat.”
“Do it! I don’t care if it hurts, I just need to come.”
“Mmm, sounds like you need cooling off again.” And so did he. She had damn near brought him undone with her begging.
Her abuse fairly scorched the air when he stepped away and came back with more ice. He slid it the full length of her folds before slipping it into her heated well. The ringing of the phone was only just audible over her screech of complaint. Jory glanced at the clock. Cal was as punctual as ever.
He answered the call, knowing it would be a minute or two before Bailey got beyond the vile imprecations she was hurling at him. “Hey, Cal.” He knew he sounded gleeful, but he just couldn’t help it.
“Good lord! Is that Bailey?”
“That’s her. She keeps trying to steal orgasms, so I cooled her off.”
“You iced her?”
“Yeah. The entertainment cannot be overestimated.”
“So I can hear. Is she up to talking to me?”
“Why not, then she can abuse you, too.” Jory held the phone up to her ear. “Here, talk to Cal or he will come and get you now and spoil all our fun.”
He chuckled delightedly as Bailey vented at Cal before resigning herself to the protocol and telling him once more he had a huge cock. Jory shook his head—Cal didn’t pass up a chance for kicks of any sort.
After returning the phone to the table, he stepped behind Bailey’s blushing ass and stroked her back, running his hands over the red lines that crossed it here and there. Her ass was more heavily striped, and he didn’t call her to task for closing her eyes as she soaked up his touch this time but used her distraction to unfasten his jeans without her knowledge. The bench was raised to the perfect height, and the first inkling she had that he had released his cock was his flesh parting hers as he forged into her slightly cooled pussy. He gritted his teeth. The ice had tightened her further than orgasm alone did, making him have to fight his way in.
Holding deep inside her, he stilled, savoring the bizarre sensation of her chilly, tight cunt heating up fast around his cock. It didn’t take but a few seconds for the wetness of the melted ice to be replaced by hot, syrupy cream.
He pulled back, relishing the heavy slide before thrusting deep and pressing the extra length she didn’t take without some show of force inside her. Jory made sure his balls only grazed her clit. He wanted to see how hot she could burn rather than have her race to completion, taking her pleasure instead of waiting for him to bestow it.
Two hard-driving thrusts and he pulled out, watching her flesh clench at nothing and delighting in the wail of disappointment that filled the air. It was swiftly followed by more abuse. “Jory, I’m going to stomp all over that cock of yours if you don’t fuck me properly. I want it now. Don’t hold back on me.” She was fighting the restraints in her frustration.
“Stop hurting yourself or you won’t get it back at all.” He rested his cockhead at the gates of her slick cunt, satisfaction filling him as she came to a halt.
He didn’t want her marked, and the way she was fighting, she was going to end up with a bruised face once more, albeit for very different reasons to last time. Her pleasure could cause her to damage herself just as surely as pain and fear.
A long, slow glide was her reward. Painfully slow. He stopped at the height of the stroke, hips thrust forward to hold him in place. His hand bit into her hip as he grasped to lean back, bringing his other hand up. One long finger was captured by his thumb, and he gave the base of the butt plug a forceful flick. Bailey’s breath exploded from her body, and he sucked his in.
Unrighteous vibrations played havoc down the length of his cock. Unable to resist, he did it several times in quick succession before abruptly jerking from her body once more.
“Ahhhgh! Quit being so damn in control and just fuck me!”
For the first time in his life, Jory contemplated the value of a gag. It was vastly entertaining and hotter than hell to hear her threats and curses along with her cries of pain and pleasure, but it did put a serious strain on his intentions. “But the thing is, I’m not in control at all, Bailey. I’m just doing what you do—whatever the hell I like. And right now I like to tease. You’re not nearly hungry enough to come yet.”
He leaned along her back and latched hold of the skin high on one shoulder and bit down. It was no light nip. “See. Whatever the hell I want. I’m being impulsive and pleasing only me. Isn’t that what you do?”
A resounding crack filled the air as he brought his palm down on the side of her buttock. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“You made this all about my control because you thought that would get you what you want, but unleashing my demons won’t get you fucked anytime soon, Bailey. They like to play. A lot. They don’t go for the fast kill, baby. They are going to take you way beyond what you thought desperate was. I don’t think you can take it,” A flick to the base of the plug brought forth a grunt of suppressed need. “Can you?”
“I can take anything you can dish out.” Fire flashed from her indigo eyes as she spoke through gritted teeth.
“I think you’re all talk, Bailey, but I’ll see how far you’re willing to go to perpetuate it.” He slammed back inside her, taking her breath with the brutal thrust. “I want to fuck you until you’re just about to come and then pull out. I’ll make you swallow my cum, baby. How would you like that, deprived of your pleasure and then forced to watch and swallow mine? No, you’d get off on that. Maybe I’ll pull out and spurt it all over your back. You’ll feel the hot seed rain down like molten wax and know you aren’t getting me inside you again anytime soon.”
Jory watched the effect his words were having on her. Hell, he could feel it! Blistering juices coated his balls and ran down his shaft every time he pulled back. He wouldn’t give her any rhythm, wouldn’t chance her finding her peak. But he soaked up every bit of frustrated need she radiated and angled for more. If he hadn’t gone earlier in her mouth, he could have come ten times since, but he was having way too much fun to cut it short by blowing it now.
“You have
gone awfully quiet, babe. Don’t be holding back on me now.” Jory pulled back on the plug while he was cooling off away from her desperate grip. The groan as it slipped back in was as satisfying as any he had wrung from her.
“Quit stalling, you know you want to fuck it.”
“The brat is back! You had me worried for a moment. I thought I might have finally found a way to make you yield.”
“I’ll yield if you quit using a toy to do a man’s job.”
“Diggin’ deep now, aren’t you, baby?”
“Not as deep as you will be when you finally quit stalling and fuck me.”
Jory thought about gagging her with his cock, but the desperation in her voice told him she had gone past giving a flying fuck about the repercussions of using her teeth. She was getting wild enough to use them seriously, too. It didn’t matter how he punished her afterwards—he’d still have teeth marks in his cock.
No, he’d give her what she had been wanting for weeks now. He didn’t pull the plug out gently. He ripped it from her grasp and sunk himself in her loosened grip before she had a chance to tighten. They both froze like erotic carvings when his balls pressed tight against her pussy.
Oh, Christ! He hadn’t meant to take her that deep! Concerned eyes locked onto the mirror. Hers were closed, her head thrown as far back as the stocks allowed. Her lips were drawn back in a rictus of agony. Her breath hissed between her clenched teeth.
“Oh, baby.”
Jory went to pull out, but her frantic “don’t” stilled him. Fuck, he’d hurt her so much she couldn’t stand his withdrawal.
“Don’t move, yet.” Her voice was breathy but surer. She wiggled a little. A shimmy that stole his breath and seated him even more firmly within her. “Oh, God. That is incredible.” Her voice echoed his thoughts, making his cock throb in its viselike, silken-flesh prison. “I want to move. Let me move, Jory.”
“How about I move, baby? Just slow and gentle until you get used to it.”
Jory inched out of her, sliding easily in the copious lubrication he had prepared her with. Nearly all the way out, he looked down and was met with the savagely erotic sight of his cock protruding from her stretched rosebud. He could feel her inner ring tugging at his corona. He rocked forward and back over the constriction, trying to duplicate the feeling that had set her on fire with the plug slipping behind her muscles.
“Fuck! Jory! It’s too much! You’re killing me.” Her head tossed wildly, fighting the sensation.
“Killing you good, or killing you bad?”
“Oh, good, so fucking good.”
The problem was that it was too fucking good for him, too. He sank deep, in total wonder that she took his full length. He luxuriated in the dark seduction of her nefarious embrace before withdrawing to the point where his broad crown stimulated her sensitive outer reaches. He could get lost in her, forget everything but the pleasure, but he wanted it to be her pleasure, too, and he wasn’t going to succumb to the tight clasp of her body until he felt her quake around the hungry cock impaled in that tight little ass.
Releasing his hold on her hip, he leaned over her and gripped the top of the stocks with one hand and slid the other hand beneath her body to cup her mons. She was so fucking wet it felt like his fingers slid into molten syrup. Silken-wet heat that had him starving for a taste. He bought his hand up, looking at the cream clinging to his fingers, and wiped it fair across her shoulders before the digits returned to their quest. As they slid between her pussy lips, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue in a long, thick stroke, lapping up the line of her arousal like a drug addict chasing a fix. Her rich, sweet musk hit his senses and he thrust a little harder. “Fuck, babe. You taste like fuckin’ heaven.”
Lost in her slick and dripping folds, his fingers swirled and dipped, looking to send her over before he did her any damage by losing his mind and thrusting like a man possessed. There was too much cream to get any friction on her clit, and she had been pushed too far for a soft touch now. “Come for me,” he growled against her back, chasing every last trace of her summery taste with his needy tongue and sharp teeth.
“I can’t. I need more.” Her panting was frantic, so desperate. A desperation echoed in her wild eyes and the agonized need on her face.
More of what? He had nothing left to give.
“Slap it.”
It was an order, but fucked if he could find the will to deny it. He brought his syrupy-wet fingers down hard against the overstimulated bundle of nerves. A loud, audibly wet smack.
“Harder, more.”
Her husky demands were going to be the death of him. He growled and cut loose, hammering into the white-hot heaven of her ass as his hand rained down hell on her slick and swollen clit. His demons roared exultantly. All thought fell to the wayside as he fiercely chased his own pleasure.
A full-throttled scream exploded from her ruby lips and grabbed him by the balls, sending his seed hurtling up and out as the biggest orgasm of his life plowed through him. A wrecking ball of pure ecstasy bowled him over and blew him apart.
Her forbidden embrace milked him, squeezing with a molten, quivering pulse that threatened what little was left of his sanity. He had just enough reason left to flick the release on the stocks and pull her up to him.
He enfolded her tightly, bowing his body around her. Her fevered back pressed slickly against his heaving chest, his arms wrapped tight around her. Jory sucked in air against her shoulder, drawing huge gasping breaths as he struggled to relearn how to breathe. He hoped to hell he hadn’t hurt her in his frenzied need. All conscious thought had departed there at the end. It took him a moment to realize she was purring.
Bailey Verne was a freaking miracle!
He’d given her his worst, and she had not only taken it but loved it. “You’re never getting away from me again, baby. That collar is going back on, and I’m gonna weld the fucking thing on there.”
That got a chuckle from her but also a wince. He slid gently from her body and pushed the stocks out of the way so that she could rest along the upper bench. He followed her down. He was loath to have her skin away from him for a second longer than necessary.
Splayed over her exhausted body, he felt whole. His demons purred in concert with the woman beneath him. Faced with all that satisfaction, he couldn’t muster any guilt over his capitulation. He could only bask in the well-sated afterglow of the most amazing experience he had ever been privileged to share.
He nuzzled against her ear. “I love you, Bailey. You’re a brat, but you’re all mine.”
* * * *
Bailey luxuriated in the feel of all that hard flesh pressed to her well-used body. She was going to be sore tomorrow, but that was a price she would pay a hundred times over for the ultimate pleasure Jory had gifted her with. The pleasure of witnessing his total abandonment overrode the earth-shattering climax he had forged and strengthened time and time again by denial. His demons had surfaced, exulted, and taken heavenly charge, freeing him from the constraints of his inhuman self-control.
Dark and driven she had expected, but the playful tease was a surprise aspect of his complex psyche. He could be just as selfish and impudent as he had often accused her of being. Bailey loved every part of him.
The trill of the phone made them groan in total accord. Jory stirred and reached for it with one long arm rather than lifting from her. The deep rumble of his chest against her back made Bailey arch her neck and shudder deliciously despite her complete satiation.
“Here, baby. Tell Cal where to go before he keeps calling us all night.” The phone was pressed to her ear.
“Mmm?”
“Oh, God, you sound just as disgustingly happy as he does! That’s wrong. You know you have stolen my star attraction, don’t you, Bailey?”
“Mmm. You’re not getting him back either.”
“I’m never going to hear you tell me I have a huge cock again, am I?”
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Tell me
what I want to hear then.”
“Cal?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck off.”
Bailey pressed the button before he could gloat any further.
Jory chuckled sleepily and took the phone from her. “I don’t want to move, babe, but my knees are going to collapse soon.”
Bailey remained pressed to the bench, calmly waiting. She knew he wouldn’t let her move until he took care of her anyway. His warm hand spread over her hip a second before the touch of a damp cloth cleansed her thighs and wiped her folds from front to back. This time she didn’t have to fight the need to squirm under his intimate touch. She was too exhausted to be embarrassed and too comfortable with Jory now to care.
Cuddled up with Jory beneath the quilt in the big armchair, Bailey couldn’t ever remember feeling as complete. “Jory?”
“Mmm?” She looked up at him as he opened one eye, raising the brow, rather than lifting the lid.
“I want a kiss, and I’m too lazy to reach up and take it.”
His indulgent smile before he bent over her warmed her heart. His kiss was heavenly, silken lips plucking and caressing hers. For the first time ever, she enjoyed his kiss without feeling her libido scream for more.
He lifted his head with a slow smile. “I never thought I would see the day you would be happy just to let me hold you, love.”
“You have finally found the secret to it.”
Jory’s deep groan thundered against her. “If it takes that every time, you’re gonna kill me in a week.”
“I reckon you’ve got a month or two in you. Now are you going to carry me up those stairs, or are we sleeping here?”
“Go to sleep, brat.” Bailey closed her eyes and complied, a smile touching her heart as well as her lips.
Chapter 11
All of Bailey’s possessions chose the next day to turn up. She was not impressed. She wanted to do nothing but hide under the blankets with Jory and savor the laid-back intimacy the night before had lent. All the frustrated urgency was gone for now. It was like a satisfied afterglow that was in no hurry to depart. Jory did his share of grumbling as he slipped out of bed, too.