Restrained and Willing

by Tiffany Bryan

  Bingo!

  “After which,” he continued in a husky baritone that sent delicious shivers racing up her spine, “I’m going to take your pert ass over to the cross, restrain you and make you come until you can’t take any more.”

  Hallelujah, full-card bingo!

  When he moved away, she heard the dull slide of a zipper. A soft rustling and a couple muted grunts that almost made her laugh out loud as he hurriedly peeled himself out of the leather pants that she caught sight of in her peripheral vision as he tossed them aside. A muted glide as he shoved back the large heavy ottoman he’d sat on as he inserted the butt plug and then the close heat of his body as he knelt behind her and clamped his hands on her hips.

  “I’ll try to take this as slow as I can, but I’m chomping at the bit to be buried deep inside you.”

  His gruff admission warmed her heart. It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one dying to have his cock filling her. A talented appendage equipped with a slight upward curve guaranteed to rake over a woman’s G-spot without missing a beat. Unless Pierce was dead set on not giving her an orgasm. Hopefully, now wasn’t one of those times.

  “I won’t lie. The double fullness will cause discomfort, a little pain. Nothing I don’t think you can handle. But if it becomes unbearable, you’re to say so, immediately.” He gave her hips a light squeeze. “Acknowledge.”

  “I promise to let you know, Pierce.”

  At the initial contact of the hot plump head of his hot cock against her equally hot pussy, she moaned. Gasped as her tissues stretched to accommodate the extra fullness when he pushed inside and paused, grateful for all the lube he’d applied earlier and, if she wasn’t mistaken, an additional coating over the substantial girth of his cock before he’d settled behind her. At the thought of how full she’d be once the largest of the butt plugs was in, she felt some minor misgivings. The fact his cock was even thicker—granted more pliable, but still substantially thicker—ramped those misgivings up even more.

  But she couldn’t…wouldn’t worry about what lay ahead. She needed all her concentration to cope with managing this attempt at double penetration.

  As with the plug, he initiated testing pumps of his large cock before moving forward, allowing her time to adjust. The pain she felt wasn’t as sharp as before, more a supersized pressure from lack of space as her more recently used pussy muscles stretched to accommodate.

  “Breathe. Relax.”

  Holy mother, how she hated that he knew her so well when she wasn’t near as good at reading him.

  “And for crying out loud, stop analyzing.”

  She grinned. She didn’t have to see his expression to know his jaw was clenched and his eyes were misted with frustration as they rolled heavenward. She’d been subjected to that look too many times in her life, especially in her teens, to not know it was covering his face at this specific moment.

  She shook the vision clear and, taking his advice, forcefully cleared her mind of everything but what he was doing, how she was feeling.

  And damn if it didn’t work. In no time at all, the uncomfortable pressure turned to escalating pleasure as she felt his cock rub against the plug with nothing but a thin piece of pliant inner tissue separating them.

  By the time he was almost all the way in, a “Yes” slipped out of her mouth. She didn’t care. Threw in the towel. She groaned. “That feels…”

  “How does it feel, brat?”

  “Good. Incredibly good. I feel so full. I love the way your cock fills me. More. Please, Pierce.” She didn’t care it came out a desperate whine. “Give me all of you.”

  And without hesitation, he did. With one last forceful buck of his hips, he lodged the fat tip of his cock against her cervix.

  She cried out.

  In response, he set a demanding rhythm that made her eyes water. Her mind shut down and her body went on autopilot, absorbing the delicious pain, the full body-sizzling pleasure that followed. She jerked her head up, got a hazy glimpse of the incredibly high ceiling and screamed his name as she climaxed. The high-pitched sound nearly deafened her, and most likely him as well, as it bounced off the walls of the cavernous room.

  The blurry sight, her yelling his name in the high decibels of a banshee and the loud deep male groan that blended with it, barely penetrated the fog of her climactic orgasm before she closed her eyes and her body slumped. The only thing holding her up was the strong finger-digging grip around her waist.

  Pierce shook his head and grinned at Heather as he worked his hands up the underside of her body, pausing to appreciate the weight of her plentiful breasts before sliding under her arms, stretching her out as he went so he could ease her to the floor. She’d fainted. Of course, she wouldn’t realize that until she woke up. He chuckled.

  He knew her comatose state was temporary, so he worked quickly to disengage her from the spreader bar, put it away and grabbed two oversized hand towels and two washcloths, dropped one of each beside her and headed toward the bar area. He washed himself off and deposited the soiled cloths in a convenient small circular hamper. Extracting a stainless steel bowl from a bottom cabinet, he filled it with warm water and then returned to her.

  She was already stirring.

  He set the bowl down and got comfortable, cross-legged slightly off-center of her head so he could see her face when she opened those killer chocolate eyes that had always fascinated him. Probably because they were so expressive, their exact color varying with every mood change. He especially liked when they burned with lust and seemed to combust into a multitude of colored speckles when she rocketed to orgasm. A spectacle he’d been denied this time, but he’d make damn sure he wasn’t the next several.

  The objects of his thoughts fluttered open, their color at that moment a deep smoky brown.

  A smile crawled across her lips. “Hi.”

  “Hi, yourself.” He smiled in return.

  “That was…totally awesome.”

  “Glad you liked it.” She was racking up swats every time she opened her sweet mouth. By the end of the night, if he administered a smack for every mistake, she’d be spanked raw. He wondered how long it would take before the light bulb clicked on in her head.

  “Mmmm.” Her eyelids drifted down. “I think I passed out.”

  “Yep.”

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  “You’ll get used to it.” He held back a bark of laughter when her eyes sprang open and widened.

  “A frequent occurrence?”

  “Not as uncommon as you may think.”

  She captured her bottom lip between her teeth.

  How so small a gesture could constantly turn his dick granite hard in an instant he wasn’t sure. But it did, and unlike in the past, he didn’t have to fight to conceal his hard-on.

  Apparently Heather noticed too since her gaze was riveted to where his cock stood at rigid attention between his crossed legs. “Any time you’re ready…”

  “Ummm. I think I need a few minutes.” She again nibbled her lower lip.

  Deciding it best to get up, he unfolded and came to his feet. “How about rolling over and I’ll wash you off?” He canted his head toward the bowl and towels.

  “Sounds wonderful.” A pregnant pause. “Pierce,” she tagged on belatedly, groaned softly and scrunched her eyelids.

  Light bulb on. Pierce covered his mouth and cleared his throat to camouflage a hearty chuckle.

  When she seemed to recover her senses, she rolled over with careful movements and sighed deeply. “At this rate, I won’t have much of an ass left by tomorrow.” She pouted up at him.

  So fucking adorable. He resisted the urge to possess her mouth. “What say we stop keeping track and you just trust me to give you only what you can handle? Understand I’m not granting you carte blanche to break the rules.”

  “Understood. Deal, Sir.”

  She readily took the offered olive branch. More important to him, she was quick to give her trust. That did something f
unny to his insides. He assured himself it was not a warming of the blood-pumping muscle in the middle of his chest. It’d never happened before. It can’t be happening now. Bald-faced liar.

  “Let’s drop the Sir and just stick with Pierce.” For no other reason than I love hearing my name pass over your lips. “Now, spread those long lovely legs so I can wipe clean that sugary-sweet, juicy pussy of yours.”

  Her gaze locked on his and without an ounce of demureness, she brought her knees up and let them drop wide open.

  Her mouth opened on a soft gasp, her hips lifted an inch off the floor and the cheeks of her ass clenched.

  “Stay just as you are,” he commanded in a voice that, even to him, was heavily laden with lust as he gripped her kneecaps to prevent Heather from closing her legs and better enjoy the erotic sight of her glistening pussy lips flutter, leaving no doubt her internal muscles were twitching, the ones in her backside desperately clasping the butt plug.

  When their combined juices gathered at her opening and threatened to spill out, he caught the thick white cream in his hand and smeared the fluid lovingly over the area between her legs as if applying an expensive highly coveted lotion. He slid his palm firmly up her crotch, bottom to top and pressed down harder as he grazed her clit.

  “Oh God, Pierce.” She went up on tiptoes, arching her back and ass off the floor.

  “Don’t you dare let that gorgeous ass of yours hit the floor until I say you can,” he ordered as her body began a slow descent.

  She whimpered.

  He smiled and circled a finger around her swollen, moist labia. Inner. Outer. Reversed the lazy stroke and backtracked.

  Her breaths turned into little pants that made his smile widen.

  “Killer combination. Your silky cream and my cum. Nearly takes my breath away.” Without warning, he sank two fingers deep. Rotated from side to side in wide thorough sweeps, loving the damp heat encasing his fingers.

  She expelled a desperate, breathy moan. A helpless little sound he knew he’d never tire of hearing if he lived to be a hundred.

  “Feels great too.” He dug deeper, turned his wrist. “Hot. Wet. Makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

  Her thighs quivered under the strain of maintaining her position. “Please, Pierce.”

  “Please, what? Let you lower your ass? Give you more of this?” He pumped his fingers in and out of her saturated depths, pulled out and formed a V with the slick digits to skate them through the deep valleys on either side of her tightly bundled clit. “Or fuck you?”

  She shook her head. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” Her hands fisted at her sides. “Something. Anything.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Anything?” He held her desperate dark gaze for several drawn moments.

  “Anything.”

  “An offer I’ll collect on—later.” He took a step back, breaking all contact.

  The frown line at the top of her slim slightly upturned nose deepened. “Later? What? No, I—”

  “No?” he asked with force and folded his arms over his chest.

  Understanding flickered in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Pierce. I didn’t mean to tell you wh—”

  “Yes. You did.”

  When he didn’t say more, she gave him a worried quizzical look.

  Good. Let her worry. Fret over when her disrespectful outbursts would be addressed. “You can let yourself down. Keep your legs open.”

  When her butt hit the floor, he noticed she spread her legs slower, infinitely more cautious than the last time.

  His dick pulsed at the delectable sight she presented. Wet. Willing. Wide open. A hard invitation to turn down.

  His dick concurred with a hard throb.

  Down, little buddy. We’re far from finished with this tight, slippery pussy.

  “Close your eyes, brat. Relax,” he instructed, settling next to her and stretching out his legs.

  He made note of the slight hesitation before her lids drooped to blot out the weariness that had drifted over her eyes.

  He kissed the inside of one trim thigh, lightly nipped the other and after brushing his lips over the abused flesh, moistened the washcloth in the water bowl and gave it a hard twist.

  Never one to miss an opportunity to excite the woman he was with, only fair since this particular woman was exciting the hell out of him, he took his time cleaning her. Touching. Stroking. Careful not to miss the teeniest sensitive area. He paid particular attention to the rigid little bundle of nerves centered in her captivating pink clit. Going so far as to pull back the fleshy hood and make an elaborate production of cleaning the slender shallow crevice revealed.

  If the kittenish sounds she made were any indication, he was doing a kick-ass job of it.

  Finished, he dropped the cloth into the bowl, patted her dry with the fluffy hand towel and took everything to the sink.

  By the time he came back with two cold bottles of water, he knew she was primed and ready for the next thing he’d planned for the evening. A simple deduction considering the way she attempted not to squirm, the rosy flush of her body and the way she clamped her legs together.

  Pierce shook his head. At least her eyes remained closed. He’d give her a point for that. “Open your eyes.”

  Her eyelids flipped up.

  “Hmmm. I must be getting old. Can’t recall giving you permission to close your legs?”

  Had he not been intently watching…listening, he’d have missed the flash of a grimace and under-the-breath suffering sigh as she spread open her thighs as far apart as physically possible. Her impish grin beamed up at him.

  Highly amusing, her attempt at amends. And that impish grin had saved her ass from weeks of grounding when growing up. Question was, would he let himself be suckered in like her father and brothers?

  Ahhh, hell. Why not? At least this once. She was certainly a treasure with her quick, calculating mind, above-average intelligence and sexy body.

  Normally a stickler with regard to any training schedule he’d set, especially in the first few weeks with a new female, he decided to give her a choice.

  He handed her a bottle of water. “Up.” He offered his hand and slowly drew her to her feet, not wanting her to get a head rush and end up back on her butt. “Drink. When you pass out again, I don’t want it to be from dehydration.”

  Her eyes slightly narrowed before she tipped the bottle to her lips and took several deep swallows.

  Stubborn little brat. And independent to the bone. Ingrained traits that could be curbed, but never fully eradicated. She’d provide some lucky bastard with plenty of challenge in the years to come. Pierce viciously squashed the disturbing thought of her under the control of another man.

  “Ummm. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was. Thank you, Pierce.” She took a couple more dainty swallows.

  “You’re welcome. There’s plenty more water,” he said, glad to turn his distasteful thoughts elsewhere. “Or if you’d prefer, orange juice. So if you need a drink at any time, you’ve my permission to ask.” He tilted up his own bottle and downed over half the contents in three large gulps. “As a small reward for how fast you’re progressing, I’ve decided to give you the choice of which order I do the next two sessions.”

  Her head tilted, her expression teeter-tottering between surprise and curiosity.

  “You can take your punishment now. After which, I will fuck you until you have trouble standing.” He scratched the light stubble of his five o’clock shadow. “Or…I can restrain you on the St. Andrew’s and toy with your pussy with pretty much the same result.”

  A damn good thing she hadn’t been in the process of drinking or she’d have most likely choked. Basically, she had to decide at which point in the evening she wanted to deal with a sore ass, since being thoroughly fucked again was a given.

  Since she was a big believer in getting the most difficult task out of the way first, so whatever followed was an easy downhill glide, her decision was fairly simple. Besides, she wasn’t sure she
’d have the strength to withstand a spanking after being stretched open on the cross and subjected to whatever he had in mind. “Punishment first, Pierce.”

  He ran the tip of his finger down her nose to smooth out the crinkles that accompanied her words. “Good choice.”

  Yeah, right! For who? Me or him?

  “Chair?” He tilted his head toward the general direction of the fireplace and the oversized chair where he’d restrained her before. “Or lap?” A snap of flesh on flesh rang out when his hand landed on one densely muscled thigh.

  The sound drew her attention to the area below his trim waist and the stiff rod between those magnificent thighs. Damn, but the man was superbly built and wondrously big all over.

  “Heather.”

  The sternness in his voice gained her immediate, undivided attention.

  “When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”

  Well, hell. If she hadn’t gotten sidetracked by that mini-monster jutting straight up from its springy black nest between his legs, he would’ve gotten a flippin’ answer. What was the dumbass question? Oh, right. “Lap.” She suppressed a snicker. Glanced back down. From the look of things, by choosing that option, she wasn’t going to be the only one to suffer. With luck, Pierce’s need to fuck her would shorten her punishment.

  The crinkling crush of plastic yanked her gaze to his smirking mouth as he winged his crumpled empty water bottle across the room for a two-pointer into the stainless bar sink. “Finish drinking while I get situated and then we can get this party rolling.”

  While he busied himself pulling the large leather ottoman back where it’d been before he’d shoved it back, she looked at the half-forgotten container of spring water she clutched. She’d a spine-tingling feeling that no matter how much he suffered, his agony would be a drop in the bucket to what he’d make her endure. The thought of a man’s heavy hand landing repeatedly on her vulnerable, tender behind would send most normal intelligent females running for cover.