Beth Kery

by Sweet Restraint

  “That doesn’t mean that you didn’t need someone looking out for you as well.”

  Laura was too preoccupied to contradict him. He’d pushed the sleeves of his shirt up while he worked. Laura licked the sweat off her upper lip, mesmerized by the sight of his strong hands and flexing, hair-sprinkled forearms as he cut the tenderloin. Against her will she graphically recalled what he’d looked like holding that crop earlier.

  Her pussy squeezed tight at the same time that her clit pinched in stark arousal.

  He was so tall that the counter hit him at the tops of his thigh. Her gaze latched on to the fullness below his fly, pictured his big, firm testicles nestling there. She knew he wasn’t wearing any underwear. She could see the shaft of his penis pressing against the denim. He wasn’t rock hard, but he appeared to be in a state of semi-arousal.

  And all the while she ate up Shane with her gaze the bee continued to buzz mercilessly on her needy, aching, craving clit. She had to hand it to him. Shane knew precisely what to do to melt her stiff, icy resolve to a puddle of warm jelly. Laura nearly groaned out loud at the literal interpretation of her thoughts when she felt the warm, abundant juices wetting her thighs. She pressed her hips forward but the friction just wasn’t enough . . .

  “Shane,” she gasped.

  “Yeah?” He stopped cutting, obviously put off by her strange tone.

  “I have . . . I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “Okay.”

  He turned to the sink and washed his hands with soap and water.

  “You don’t need to escort me to the bathroom,” Laura told him with a scowl a few seconds later. He carried the black box of torture in one hand and held her elbow with the other hand, guiding her like he thought she was a sick invalid or something. In truth, Laura did feel feverish and light-headed . . . and so aroused she thought she would scream from frustration.

  When they reached the bathroom Shane unplugged the black cord from the box. Laura’s body shuddered in mixed relief and agony when the golden bee stopped buzzing. Her clit continued to ache and torment, however.

  God she needed to come—

  “We’ll leave the door open, I think.”

  “Wha . . . No, Shane!” she exclaimed wildly.

  He shook his head like he couldn’t believe she thought he was so stupid. “Do you think I don’t know you’re about to detonate, baby? I’m the one who’s going to make you come, not a damn vibrator and not your own hand. Now . . . are you going to go or not?”

  She stared at him mutinously.

  “Just keep your hands in clear sight while you go and I won’t stare. Come on, hurry up. I’m starting to get hungry.”

  It took Laura twice as long to go as usual, even though Shane was true to his word and kept his eyes averted. Laura suspected more of the problem in releasing her bladder on this occasion was her acute arousal.

  Besides, it was nice to get a break from the tortuous little bee.

  After she’d washed and stepped out of the bathroom Shane stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. He matter-of-factly shoved her sweatpants down her hips.

  Shit, Laura thought as she stared up at the ceiling and he readjusted the vibrator to its original position. She had hoped he wouldn’t notice that she’d shifted the golden bee into a location where it wouldn’t be quite so damned precise. He switched on the vicious little vibrator again.

  “You’re gonna get some more buzz for that, baby. I think I’m going to have to restrain your hands, as well. You can’t be trusted, can you?” Shane taunted softly, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim bedroom.

  Laura pursed her lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of speaking to him or even looking at him. Yeah. He was right. She couldn’t be trusted.

  Or at least her pussy couldn’t be.

  She maintained her silence, utilizing a supreme effort of will when they returned to the kitchen. She bit her tongue on several occasions as she sat on the stool and watched Shane cook. He made a lot of mistakes, but he usually self-corrected his own errors with relative rapidity. It irritated her to know that he could make the meal successfully without her help.

  Shane paused after hammering out the tenderloins with the meat tenderizer and took a drink of his wine while he studied her. The higher setting on the vibrator was taking its toll on her although the setting was still insufficient to make her come. She panted shallowly. Sweat glazed her hot cheeks and neck.

  “Is there something you want to ask me, Laura?” he asked in a mellow tone. He took another leisurely sip of his wine. “Anything you need?”

  Laura shook her head rapidly.

  “A little more wine, maybe?”

  Laura hesitated and then nodded—anything to distract her from her concentrated hatred of the golden bee. She couldn’t think of anything but its wicked buzz, couldn’t stop obsessing about how fantastic it would feel to gush in climax onto Shane’s cock and escape its evil tortures.

  Shane filled her wineglass and came around the counter with it. He’d restrained her hands in front of her and then set them on the counter where he could see them upon their return to the kitchen. Laura could have drank on her own if he’d put the wineglass in her hand, but she kept her vow not to speak to him when he placed his hand on the back of her head and lifted the wine to her mouth.

  A strange sort of taut anticipation overcame her as he slowly tilted the glass and she waited for the red liquid to slide onto her tongue. She suddenly felt parched, like she hadn’t drunk anything all day. She craned forward and swallowed thirstily.

  “Whoa.” Shane chuckled, obviously surprised by her greediness. “It’s wine, not water, baby.”

  Laura licked her lips and tried to catch her breath while he set the glass on the counter. Her senses had pitched to a hyperalert level. Shane’s scent filled her nose. The delicious smell of him seemed to make her already hot blood boil in her veins. Shane’s hand at the back of her head transferred to her neck.

  “You’re so hot,” he murmured. He moved decisively, unhooking her wrist cuffs and whipping his sweatshirt over her head. He tossed it on the back of the couch. Laura made a loud, gasping sound when he ran a big hand along the sides of her breasts and ribs. “Jesus. You’re burning up.”

  He hooked her wrists together again before he went to the fire, using the poker to shove one of the logs back in order to bank the flames. He returned to her side when he was done, once again torturing her further by sliding his hands along her sweat-slick neck and shoulders. She shivered despite her fever of arousal. She tried to steel herself when he leaned down and nuzzled her hair aside so that he could kiss her ear. Her defenses were useless against Shane, however. She cried out sharply in agonized pleasure even at his simple, chaste kiss.

  “If you want to come, all you have to do is ask me.” His low, gruff whisper near her ear caused a fine tremor to rise in her flesh. She reached deep into her reserves and turned her chin away from him.

  “Okay, I guess you don’t want to come yet. Fine by me. Let’s just lower these sweatpants a little before you really do sweat to death in them,” he murmured silkily but it was the steel lacing through his tone that made Laura tense warily. Her mouth gaped open in surprise when he pushed her stool toward the counter several inches, grabbed her hips and slid her bottom slightly off the back of the seat. Laura leaned forward, her restrained forearms on the bar holding the majority of her upper body weight.

  Shane shoved her sweatpants down. Not all the way, Laura realized with growing humiliation. Just below the lower curve of her buttocks, leaving her ass bare and hanging slightly off the edge of the stool. The bee buzzed away energetically at her clit, as though the little bugger actually sensed that the new angle of her body provided it with new levels of torture.

  “Hmmm,” Shane murmured as if considering something while he lightly caressed a buttock and then skimmed his fingertips on the sensitive pad of flesh above her butt crack. She felt the fly of his jeans lightly brush her ass, the sensat
ion making her whimper.

  She opened her mouth at that moment, a plea on her tongue. But he walked away suddenly, leaving her staring after him in angry confusion. When he returned from the bedroom he carried several things in his hands, but Laura couldn’t see what they were when he set them down in an upholstered chair behind her, his body blocking her vision.

  But then he turned and she saw that he held the ankle cuffs from the bed in his hand.

  Her heart thundered loudly in her ears when he knelt and buckled the cuffs to her ankles. He pulled her feet to the side and then the back of the stool, forcing her knees to open, using a short restraining strap to affix the cuffs to the rear metal leg.

  A small, thoroughly male grin of satisfaction curved his handsome mouth when he stood. Laura’s head fell forward onto her forearms, an agonized moan vibrating her throat. She was almost completely naked. Shane’d positioned her so that her knees were spread and her body weight pressed down and forward on the stool, giving her much-desired extra pressure on her pussy. Her bare bottom hung lewdly off the back of the stool.

  She hated him, Laura thought wildly as she panted. But God she was about to explode with what must be the best fucking orgasm in the history of mankind.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Shane reached hastily and flipped the switch on the vibrator controller. Laura’s body shuddered slightly and for a moment he thought he was too late.

  Then she let out a growl of pure frustration and lifted her head off her forearms. Her cheeks and lips glowed bright red. Her baleful glare couldn’t undo the fact that her green eyes were glazed with distilled lust. Her lush lips parted slightly as she panted, the sight causing shockingly graphic fantasies to leap into his brain concerning what he’d like to do to that beautiful mouth. The green heart glimmering between her heaving breasts made his gaze lower.

  Her nipples were stiff, the center nubbins distended as though she’d just been suckled nice and hard.

  Jesus fucking Christ, Shane thought in mild disorientation. His cock lurched furiously in his jeans like a snake at the strike. She was a fantasy come true, although Shane had to admit he didn’t think his imagination could have ever conjured up anything as beautiful and blatantly sexual as Laura at that moment.

  Of course the ultimate fantasy would be for her to beg him to make her come right now. He’d be only too happy to comply. He waited in taut anticipation when her lush, reddened lips opened even farther.

  But the only thing that left them was her soughing breath.

  He averted his eyes from the jaw-dropping vision and turned the vibrator to a lower setting before he flipped it back on. It was hard to focus on breading the tenderloins and dropping them in the hot oil when he was so aware of the sound of Laura’s uneven pants and occasional stifled whimper or when he kept envisioning how outrageously tempting she’d looked with her firm, plump bottom hanging over the edge of the stool, her suspended breasts trembling as her ribs expanded and contracted wildly for air.

  “You’re the most stubborn woman I know, Laura,” he said softly a moment later as he removed several golden brown tenderloins, placing them in a pan to keep warm in the oven. Despite his irritation, his heart went out to her when he risked looking up. Her face had the slightly pinched look of someone in pain. The spatula clattered loudly when he tossed it onto the stove. He leaned forward on the counter, pinning her with his stare.

  “If you tell me how it is you want me to make you come right now, I’ll do it. Just say the words. Anything you want. If you don’t, I’m going to make you come anyway. But I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life, baby. You might not like the way I go about it.”

  Her hands fisted on the counter, causing her knuckles to go white. Her shining, incredibly sexy eyes lowered over his body hungrily . . . But damn her. She still refused to speak. If Shane knew the mystery of how to slay the poisonous silence that always came between them he’d be one hell of an ecstatic man.

  Fuck it.

  He turned down the burner on the skillet and briskly tossed the control box for the vibrator on the upper shelf. He saw the trepidation in her expression when he came around the counter but her eyes gleamed with something else—anticipation.

  “You know what you’re going to get, don’t you?” he asked in a gravely voice.

  She twisted on the stool to watch him when he moved behind her. He didn’t miss the anxious widening of her eyes when he picked up the bottle of lubricant from the chair. Okay, so she hadn’t known.

  She was still gonna get it anyway.

  A few seconds later his lubricated forefinger penetrated the tiny pink rosette of her rectum. She gasped, her head falling forward, her long hair brushing her forearms. Her body naturally resisted his invasion, but he pushed forward determinedly.

  “God your ass is on fire,” he mumbled almost incoherently as he finger-fucked her with increasing ease and rapidity. She groaned loudly and Shane considered shutting off the vibrator completely.

  He didn’t want her exploding until his cock was buried deep in her asshole.

  He’d fantasized about doing it for years, hadn’t yet built up the nerve to suggest it to her when they were young. She’d been so innocent and sweet, always a little shocked when he suggested different methods of lovemaking but always more than interested and willing to try out his suggestions.

  But things were different now. Neither one of them was innocent anymore. And he was determined to take her in this intimate way even if she did stubbornly refuse to acknowledge her desire for him. The truth was in her beautiful eyes. It would be in the shudders of her orgasm as they vibrated from her flesh into his thrusting cock, as well.

  That’s what Shane felt desperate to be buried in at that moment—the truth.

  He squeezed a taut ass cheek, prying it back so that he could watch as a second finger penetrated her tiny hole. He stroked her slowly and then more forcefully when she cried out in pleasure and began bobbing her ass in a counter rhythm to his thrusts. He was deeply gratified when a shout erupted out of her throat, ending her silence.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she wailed.

  “What, baby?”

  “Please,” she sobbed, her forehead falling down to her forearms. “Please make me come.”

  “You can come when you take my cock in your ass.”

  Her bobbing bottom stilled momentarily before she slowly started pushing back against his fucking finger again.

  “Do you want to come, baby?”

  “Yes, yes!” she screamed.

  Shane hesitated. He’d brought along a dildo that he’d planned to use to prepare her to take his cock in the ass. But he couldn’t keep Laura on the edge like this for much longer. It was cruel, as desperate as she clearly was. Besides, he thought he might come in his jeans if he kept staring at himself finger-fucking her delicious ass while she was restrained to this stool.

  She bit off a moan when he removed his fingers from her smooth, tight channel and reached for the lubricant, unfastening his fly hastily at the same time. He hissed when he liberally applied the silky lubricant to his cock, rubbing it over every straining inch.

  He felt Laura’s body go rigid when he spread her ass cheeks with one hand and pressed the tip of his cock to her asshole.

  “Shhh, baby. It’ll be okay. Just try to relax,” he soothed. She cried out in pain, however, when he pushed and the wide girth of the head of his cock slipped into her ass.

  Shane cursed. Heat penetrated the tip of his cock. The tight ring of her rectum squeezed him like an elastic band. He used all his willpower to keep his hips steady—to not flex forward into her heat, but also to stay fixed in place as her muscular ass tried to reject him from her body.

  The bones of Laura’s ribs showed as she panted wildly, her breasts quivering like ripe, lush fruit waiting to be plucked. She didn’t appear to be in pain anymore, but Shane reached and turned up the dial on the vibrator just in case.

  “Put more of your weight on the counter, babe,�
�� Shane rasped, finding it difficult to find his voice he was so aroused. He waited while Laura adjusted herself slightly, lowering her forehead to rest on her arms and arching her back slightly, presenting her ass even more conspicuously than it already had been.

  Shane closed his eyes and took a deep inhalation, praying for restraint.

  He spread his thighs slightly and found the perfect angle for penetration. He opened his hands on her hips, his thumbs lifting up and separating Laura’s ass cheeks.

  His hips flexed forward slowly, only to stop almost immediately when she clenched around him and her muscles went rigid in his hands.

  “You know what to do, baby. Press your ass against my cock. Don’t fight me, that’ll make it harder on you.”

  This time when he thrust she resisted the pressure and he pushed the stalk of his cock into her hot, tight tunnel several inches. He grimaced in unbearable excitement while Laura moaned shakily. Sweat dampened the front of his shirt. He absentmindedly swiped the moisture on his abdomen with the fabric before he whipped the shirt over his head and tossed it aside, his hands back on Laura’s smooth hips in a second.

  “That’s good, baby. Now a little more,” he urged as he pressed deeper. He felt her flesh trembling into his hands and vibrating his cock when he penetrated her to mid-staff. It felt so damn good for a second Shane didn’t know if it was Laura shaking or him.

  “Are you about to come?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Laura squeaked.

  Shane’s brow furrowed in sympathy for her. She sounded wild . . . crazed. He hadn’t planned to let her come until she’d taken him completely but he found he couldn’t deny her any longer when she was in so much pain.

  He couldn’t deny himself.

  He began to fuck her utilizing the first half of his cock, careful not to plunge farther into her heat but riding her fast and forcefully nonetheless. A shout erupted out of Laura’s throat. She screamed for what seemed like an eternity while he fucked her shallowly, his semen boiling in his balls. By the time she finally sucked air to her lungs, Shane couldn’t take any more.