Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2

by Black, Jaid

  The door opened—and Carla stifled a gasp.

  He’d taken off his shoes and stood barefoot on the hotel’s plush carpet. His long blond hair hung loose, framing his Nordic face, a face now filled with power and desire. Where before that power had expressed itself in arrogance, it now took the form of authority and pure male sexuality.

  His shirt hung open, revealing a smooth chest and tight muscles, muscles that had turned her knees weak this morning when she first ran into him and he’d caught her so easily. He’d set her on her feet as if she weighed nothing. He could so easily crush her and yet he’d held her as delicately as a rose.

  Carla locked her knees lest she melt right there in the hallway.

  Behind him, the room glowed with the light of over a dozen candles. Josef held out his hand in invitation. Without hesitation, she took it.

  A surge of triumph coursed through him and Josef smiled, stepped back and led her past the short hallway. He turned her around to face away him, taking a moment to shrug his shirt off. Stepping closer, he let the shirt fall at her feet, so she would know he was now naked from the waist up. But when she tried to turn to see, he encircled her waist with his hands, pulling her against him a little more roughly than he’d intended.

  She didn’t protest and without giving her time to recover, he slid his hands around and up her chest. Her intake of breath stirred his cock and he reveled in the feel of her. He let his hands roam, pushing down her skirt, pulling up her blouse, cupping her breasts in her bra then pressing those delightful orbs flat against her ribs. She was his to explore, his to fondle, to tease, to take.

  Carla’s hands came up, resting over his as she leaned back, her head resting on his chest. She made a move as if to turn toward him but he didn’t allow it, keeping her pressed to his front so she could feel his rising cock against the small of her back. The easy submission she offered fed his control and his balls tightened.

  Josef wanted her naked. Now. Still not giving her time to process his swift actions, he grabbed her blouse and pulled it off over her head, glorying in the way her shoulder-length tresses fell against soft, white shoulders. Unable to resist the feel of such silkiness, Josef tangled his fist in Carla’s hair, gentling his touch slightly to pull her head back even as his other hand encircled her exposed throat.

  “You are my plaything.” His fingers pressed ever so lightly against her stretched skin. In answer, she raised her chin higher, giving her vulnerability to him as a gift. His cock grew hard.

  This was a woman worth dominating.

  He turned her around, still holding her tightly, not losing his grip on her hair. Her eyes were already losing focus. The small whimper from the back of her throat urged him on. He needed to taste that whimper, feel the softness of the lips that suppressed it.

  Bringing his face to hers, he kissed her. Hard. She didn’t give way at first and so he forced his tongue inside. A second later he rejoiced that she not only opened for him, but pressed back, giving herself and pushing him on.

  He loved the taste of her, of her lips, of her tongue. Pulling her lip between his teeth, he nipped until she gasped. Her breasts pressed against him, her nipples stiff points. But the bra was in the way. Josef reached behind her, unclasped the bra and slid the straps off her arms. Two beautiful, round breasts, nipples hard with desire, rested against his chest.

  His left hand still fisted in her hair, he pulled her head back again, palming a naked breast with his free hand. Josef bent her backward and her arms went around his neck even as she arched her back in offering.

  He dove for the nipple, sucking it, pulling it with his teeth as her fingers twisted in his hair. How long had it been since he’d had such a willing woman? One who so freely gave herself into his hands? He needed to get his pants off soon or his cock would burst right through the fabric. Carla’s hands moved over his body, urging him forward. Did she have any idea how close he was to losing control and taking her right there?

  Whirling around, he backed her to the bed, laying her down, keeping his body pressed to hers, engulfing her with his strength and size. For her sake, as well as his, he needed to get her tied down.

  A rope that ran under the mattress connected the cuffs he’d bought earlier. Once those cuffs were secured around her wrists, she’d be unable to bring her arms together.

  Plundering her mouth again, he slid her arms up and apart. But to fasten them into the cuffs, he had to stand and he didn’t want to. He wanted to touch this woman, explore every centimeter of her body, discover every sound she could make. Lifting himself, he forced a deep breath, exerting control over his own animal instincts. He would know her, in every sense of the word. But he had time. He would savor every discovery like a connoisseur lingering over a fine merlot.

  Josef knew the sudden loss of his body would throw her mind off balance again, and so he abruptly stood and stepped to the head of the bed.

  Carla’s mind reeled. The onslaught had been fast and overwhelming. She resisted her first instinct to fight him off, bracing herself instead and letting him in. He had accepted that submission with a passion that left her breathless and unable to focus as her body responded with passionate lust. She ached to have him inside her, her nipples tingling with his touch, her clit swelling with need, her pussy damp and ready. Damn but he was good. Her body was remembering what it was like to be awakened after too long a time spent dormant, too long a time spent wrapped in fictional lives.

  But he’d left her. Trying to orient herself, she felt soft leather encircle her wrist and she twisted to look up along the bed. Something glittered in his hand. He flashed it so she could see a small gold lock. Another moment and the snick of it closing told her she was caught. A quick tug confirmed it and her pussy flooded even as she tamped down the mewl of protest that rose in her throat.

  Her eyes never left him as he walked along the bedside, not returning her look, not touching her. He still wore the pressed khaki pants and the easy way he sauntered around the end of the bed made her heart pound. A lord of all he surveyed, a Norse god to whom she owed obedience, a man of discipline, control and power. A man who commanded deference and respect.

  Positioned too far down on the bed, Carla’s arm didn’t quite reach to the cuff on the other side but Josef didn’t let that deter him. He simply hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her farther up the bed as if she were just a thing, a lightweight object he needed to place. The thought made her pussy clench.

  “You have become my toy. My plaything.” He leaned down and put his mouth near her ear. “And yet, this is no game, little one. This is very real. Very real indeed.”

  Josef smoothed the hair from her face. Carla felt a familiar tug in the pit of her stomach at his nearness—excitement combined with desire with a small dollop of fear tossed in for good measure, all of which combined to twist her insides into a huge knot of eager wanting.

  “Yes Sir,” she murmured, pulling her arms to test what kind of movement he’d left her. Too loose and the game would be over quickly. Too tight and she’d have to call “yellow” to have him fix the bindings.

  Carla discovered she could move her arms up and down a little, but with her body centered on the bed, they still remained over her head and spread apart. He let her challenge him, quietly waiting while she figured out what he already knew. Her bindings were tight. She would go nowhere until he let her.

  She still wore her skirt and panties, the latter quite soaked with the juices of her need. With a nod, she acquiesced, acknowledging his authority.

  He sat on the bed beside her. The sudden nearness of all that power made her gasp and she took a deep breath to still the qualm that flared in her gut. She was essentially helpless, unable to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted.

  He touched her, ever so lightly, and she suppressed a grin. Oh yeah, he had the magic. His fingertips trailed over her naked breasts, idly exploring, his gaze never leaving her face. She tried to keep her eyes open, to watch him as he watched he
r, but his touch ignited her body, every finger leaving a trail of fire behind.

  His hand dipped along her side and her eyes flew open as her body jerked her out of the moment.

  “Ticklish there?”

  She took a deep breath. “Very.”

  Deliberately, he lightly brushed the area again, intently watching her reactions. Again she jumped and grimaced. His fingers ran over her hip and came back to the same spot and she flinched again. She wanted to cry out for him to stop, yet gave him her forbearance until she knew what he wanted.

  “Thank you, little one, for your patience. Now I know where the ticklish spot is.” He paused as if considering. “You didn’t mention tickling as a limit. Do you want to add it to your list?”

  Did she? She’d been tickled breathless before and while she didn’t necessarily enjoy it, she couldn’t say it bothered her either. When she didn’t answer after several seconds, Josef nodded.

  “I see. Well then, I shall simply file away the information to use or not use, as I see fit.”

  Carla nodded. “I think that’s best.”

  She saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye and he trailed his fingers to her other side. Her warning glance didn’t stop him and he managed to find the ticklish spot on that side. He approached it from different directions until satisfied he knew exactly where it was and what level of touch set her off. A firm hand did nothing; a featherlight touch could send her body into paroxysms of laughter.

  And through it all, her need for him grew stronger. Josef took the time to learn her body, to play with it as if it were a finely tuned instrument. His slow, almost scientific deliberation sent her blood racing as his touches pushed her into true submissiveness.

  Josef looked down at the woman tied to the bed, astounded by the way she responded. She gave herself so freely, allowed him to hold power over her even in the littlest things. Granted, he had pushed her only a little, but she gave the promise of so much more.

  Leaning down, he sucked the closest nipple into his mouth, tasting her, curious as to how she would respond. A whimper exploded from her and he fought the urge to smile. Gloating could be a powerful tool, but not one to be used lightly or too often. Instead, he nipped that wonderful little bud with his teeth, gently biting, then laving with his tongue and sucking it in again.

  “Oh God, Josef, you’re going to make me come!”

  He heard the desperation in her voice and sat up to look in her eyes, his hand covering the now-wet breast. As he talked to her, his fingers played with her nipple, pinching, twisting, keeping it in his possession.

  “We’re just getting started, little one. Can you trust me enough to give me power even over your orgasms?”

  Her breath, ragged and uneven, made her voice waver. “I think so.”

  “‘Think so’ is not good enough.” He pinched the nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and arched her back.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, I can trust you enough to give you my orgasms. Please, please let me come now, though.”

  Josef released the nipple, giving her breast a light slap.

  “Not yet.”

  She let out a cry of frustration and collapsed back on the bed. He liked seeing her eyes slightly unfocused. Already she was sliding toward subspace. If he played his cards right, he’d take her far deeper. And orgasm denial was one way to move her in that direction.

  Besides which, it gave him a huge power rush. He totally controlled her now, and his cock, already semi-hard, pressed more insistently against his slacks.

  “This skirt has to go,” he declared and reached for the buttons that closed it on the side. But that put his fingers quite close to her ticklish spot. With a mischievous smile, he reached over, knowing her gaze was on him. She’d expect him to tickle her.

  But a mind fuck is all about the unexpected. Four buttons held her skirt closed and he opened the first two quickly and efficiently. The strap of her bikini panties was a sexy red stripe against her white skin. Pausing to trace the top with his finger, he waited until she closed her eyes, lulled by his slow touch, before using his other hand on her opposite side to tickle her.

  Her eyes flew open and her laughter came in gasps as he alternated between pulling down her skirt and panties together and tickling her on both sides, his laughter joining hers. Finally Josef flung Carla’s clothes to the side and bounced onto the bed beside her, the two of them breathless and giggling.

  It took her several tries, but finally Carla caught enough breath to speak an entire sentence. “You are a nefarious Dom, aren’t you?”

  “I try to be.”

  “I can’t see you very well.”

  “Do you need to?”

  “Just want to.”

  He obliged by propping his head up on one hand. His gray eyes, bright with enjoyment, seemed to read her mind. “You like my nefariousness.”

  Carla shook her head then acquiesced. “I do.”

  “Even when I do this?”

  His hand slipped between her thighs, pulling her leg toward him, hooking his own leg over to prevent her from moving back. Not that she would, but the fact that choice wasn’t an option gave her that warm feeling in her belly again. He pushed her other thigh away, spreading her legs for his pleasure.

  Her pleasure.

  His hand slipped over her mound, Josef’s fingers twining in the small hairs she kept neatly trimmed before he slid a solitary finger into her slit and over her engorged clit. She gasped and instinctively her legs tried to close.

  “Unh-unh.” His voice held a note of reprimand. “Keep those legs open. You’re mine, remember? Mine to explore as I want.”

  She moved her right leg away, her left still pinioned. In reward, his finger slid over her clit again, sending another wave of desire coursing through her body. All she could do was to lie back and enjoy the ride.

  Letting go wasn’t ever easy. Part of her always wanted to maintain at least a modicum of control. She feared ever releasing herself to another entirely. What if she never got herself back?

  Yet in Josef’s hands, she felt safe, knew that he wouldn’t let her go too far. Taking another step toward complete abandonment, she relaxed her legs and let him play with her most private parts.

  Sensing the change in her, Josef pressed his advantage, sliding his fingers down to her soaked pussy. She was ready. She was more than ready. How had she managed to keep control so long?

  Yet he was selfish. Denying orgasms allowed the body’s energy to build so that, when it finally released, the resulting explosion would make for an incredible ride. And he wanted to be inside her when that happened. They would ride together.

  Quickly he stood, his cock fueled by her cries of protest as he once more left her body on the edge. Stripping off his pants and briefs, he turned to face her, to give her a good look at what she was about to be invaded with.

  Freed, his cock stretched nearly the length of Carla’s forearm. The thick shaft, now ridged with veins filled nearly to bursting, looked to be almost as big around as one of her slender wrists. Carla’s eyes widened in appreciation, which made his balls bunch in anticipation.

  But he had to be certain she was ready. She was his to dominate, to tie up, to play with, but not to hurt. He liked Ms. Carla Braun far too much to scare her away after one evening together. And there was the little fact that causing harm went against his nature.

  Of course, he didn’t need to tell her that. Let her think what she would, it was all a part of the slow psychological game he played with her mind.

  “I’m going to take you hard, Carla. You’ll stretch for me and welcome me in.”

  “Please…” Her voice trailed off and he didn’t know if she begged for or against his entrance.

  “Color,” he demanded.

  She arched her back and brought her knees up, her legs open wide. “Green.”

  And yet her brow furrowed and her breath caught. Perfect.

  Quickly slipping on a condom, he s
tretched out beside her once more. “Beg me,” he whispered as his hand slid possessively between her legs and to her pussy. Her clit, still swollen from his previous use, peeked through her nether lips and Josef fingered it, watching her head toss between her captured arms.

  “Please, Josef. Please take me.”

  “Where? Where do you want to go?” His voice, rough with desire, pushed her deeper.

  “I want…I want… Dammit, I want to come!” She nearly screamed the last word before dropping her voice, pleading, “Please, Josef. Please let me come.”

  He slipped a finger inside her, quickly adding a second one. “Not until given permission,” he told her, sliding in a third finger to stretch her.

  Above her head, her hands balled into fists as she clenched her muscles, her determination to obey him holding steady. He slid in a fourth finger and realized that, with a little more work, he could slide his entire fist inside.

  His cock protested that thought, however. His own need overruled and he shifted his weight, poising between her legs. Even sheathed, he could feel the heat from her pussy drawing him in.

  “Open for me,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock in her juices.

  “Yes,” she replied, pressing her hips upward and inviting him inside.

  Moving gently, he pressed the sensitive tip of his cock against her pussy, testing her, testing himself. Such a delicate agony, to be so close to her warm embrace… He slid out and in again, still no farther than the ridge just behind the head of his cock. To go deeper would destroy the remaining shreds of his control.

  And then she opened her eyes. Trust and openness showed there. She mouthed a single word, “Please,” and his control shattered.

  He entered her deeply, feeling her muscles protest, listening to her cry out as he filled her. His muscles worked to pull out and plunge in again, her body giving way. A third thrust and she moved with him. She pulled him in, her tight pussy begging, needing to be taken.

  God, he wanted to come! But not yet. He still had that modicum of control. Not until he felt her go over the edge. Groaning out his need, he pushed in and held himself inside, tormenting them both.