Mastering Rayne (Club Zodiac Book 4)

by Becca Jameson

  They swelled, and her nipples rubbed against the silk maddeningly.

  In painstaking slow motion, he released all the buttons and then eased the top over her shoulders and down her arms.

  She could feel his gaze on her chest, burning into her heated skin. When he cupped both breasts, she gasped, arching forward again, willing him to touch her nipples. He didn’t.

  Instead, he rose off the mattress, but moments later, he tugged her legs toward the foot of the bed, causing her to land on her back, her head on the pillow. Before she reoriented, he slid his hands inside the waistband of her pajama pants and pulled them over her hips and down her legs, leaving her naked.

  Goose bumps rose all over her body, knowing that he was staring at her while she couldn’t see him. She fisted and unfisted her hands at her sides several times, fighting the urge to cover herself and then squirming.

  “Stay still, Rayne,” he admonished. “Bend your knees, spread your heels wide.”

  She did as he asked, a chill running down her spine as she opened herself up to his view.

  He climbed onto the bed and situated himself between her legs, a fact she could only discern from the dips in the mattress. When his breath hit her pussy unexpectedly, she whimpered.

  He blew across her heated wetness. “As much as I love the sounds you make, keep in mind that my sister is also in the house. Even if she did take a sleeping aid, I want you to try not to be too noisy.”

  Shit. He was right.

  “If you want me to gag you, I can, but I’d rather you be able to use your safeword tonight. I’m going to push you further than I have before.”

  “Okay, Sir.” Her voice was wobbly. The unknown was decadent. She realized it was because she trusted him as a Dom, which brought to her attention the fact that while she hadn’t trusted him enough to believe he wouldn’t be fucking other women, nor had she trusted him enough to spill her life secrets, she had always trusted him with her body, from the moment she’d said yes to him at Roses and Thorns.

  She knew instinctively that he would never hurt her, neither emotionally nor physically. Not in bed. Not while they were doing a scene. Not while she was submitting to him.

  Even though she’d never played with him in the years she’d known him in Miami, she had seen him with other submissives. She’d known his style. She’d known he was gentle and caring with every person he topped. It was in his nature. It was the reason she hadn’t hesitated that first night.

  His hands landed on her ankles and smoothed up her legs until he held her thighs parted wider. Still he didn’t touch her anywhere she most needed contact. His fingers remained on her thighs, pressing, holding her open, forcing her to imagine his gaze on her folds.

  “So wet. You grow wetter while I watch, even though I haven’t touched you.”

  He was right. She bit her lip, stifling a moan. If she was having this much trouble holding back the urge to make noise at this stage of the game, what was going to happen when he touched her?

  “Your nipples are stiff points and your clit is visible. I love that.”

  She swallowed. Her clit throbbed with the need for contact. Wetness continued to gather at her entrance.

  Slowly, he released her thighs. “Keep your legs wide. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

  “Good girl. If I have to remind you, I will punish you later.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t imagine he would use spanking as a punishment, and the thought of him torturing her with edging made her want to scream. That wasn’t a form of discipline she would want to endure often. Especially not tonight. She had pent-up energy from the stress of London’s crazed husband and his eventual death. She knew Colin did too.

  No. Tonight was a night she wanted to come hard and often. The idea of being left hanging made sweat bead on her forehead.

  He reached over her thigh, picked up her hand, and pulled it between her legs. Holding it above her pussy, he began to wrap his rope around her wrist.

  Colin was indeed an expert rigger. He circled her wrist many times, but never too tight. It wouldn’t cut off circulation, nor would it leave an indentation that lasted more than a few hours.

  He took his time, intentionally. Obviously in no mood to rush things tonight, he knotted the rope right above her palm and then set her hand back down on the outside of her thigh, next to her foot.

  She wasn’t attached to anything, but the rope itself provided its own sense of bondage.

  Moments later, her other wrist was in his hand receiving the same treatment. She pictured dozens of possible scenarios, wondering how this was all going to play out. Maybe he would secure her arms above her head or to each other.

  When he finished the painstakingly slow process of wrapping the rope around and around her other wrist and tying it off, he set it down outside her other thigh. His hands smoothed up her legs again. They continued across her belly until he stroked the undersides of her breasts.

  Her breath hitched as her nipples tightened further, but he didn’t give her any more than that slight contact. The anticipation of what was to come made her breathe heavily.

  Finally, he removed his hand and wrapped his fingers around one ankle, teasing the skin until it tickled. She squirmed and then she felt the rope again, this time circling her ankle. Like cuffs, she imagined, the rope wrapping around and around like her wrists.

  The same treatment occurred on the other side, and then without switching back and forth again, he started on her thigh. More rope. More circles.

  She couldn’t figure out what his goal was for a long time while her upper thigh was contained. Suddenly, it all came together when he attached her thigh to her ankle and her wrist. The effect forced her heel tight against her thigh and her wrist restrained to both spots. It held her open forcefully.

  The only sound in the room as he did the same to her other side was her heavy breathing. Panting really. She’d never been quite this restrained. And without her vision, she was totally helpless. Open. Vulnerable. To a man she sexually trusted without hesitation. Which meant she was also more aroused than she’d ever been.

  His voice was soft and deep when he spoke. “Is anything uncomfortable? Too tight?”

  “No, Sir,” she managed to whisper.

  “Safeword?”

  “Red, Sir.” She squirmed, testing the ropes. She wasn’t going anywhere, which immediately heightened her arousal. It would be difficult to pull her knees closer even if she wanted to. In fact, few people would be limber enough to be restrained in this position.

  She inhaled sharply when something landed on her belly. Light, tickling. The end of the rope… It danced over her stomach, dipping into her belly button, and then moving in no particular pattern up to her breasts.

  Colin avoided her nipples for a long time, dangling the end of that rope over her globes, letting it sway back and forth. When he finally tapped a nipple with the soft, frayed end, she arched up and moaned.

  “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”

  She tipped her head back and bit her lip. If she got too loud, London might hear them. The door was locked, but she would still be mortified if Colin’s sister heard them having sex.

  He leaned over her, which she could discern from his warmth and breath. He tapped her chin with one finger and then kissed her lips lightly. “More?”

  “Please, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” His lips landed on her neck next and then trailed down to her breasts. He kissed in a spiral round her nipples, avoiding the tips. When he suddenly sucked one into his mouth, she nearly screamed. Or maybe she did, but she at least pinched her lips together to squelch most of the sound.

  He released that nipple with a pop, leaving it wet. Instead of treating the other nipple to the same generosity, he continued south. His shoulders touched her thighs until he replaced them with his palms and licked a path from her knee down her thigh. Again, he left her wanting more.

  For a moment she remembered
the way he’d punished her a few weeks ago. Was she being punished again now? She tried not to dwell on that possibility and reminded herself he hadn’t started this scene out of anger or from anything close to that. She also hadn’t done anything naughty enough to warrant such punishment.

  Edging didn’t have to end without relief. It could be glorious. And she prayed for her sanity that in the end she was going to come harder than ever.

  Hell, she prayed she was going to do so while filled completely with his cock. She squirmed, hoping to get some contact with his lips, but he leaned back instead and stopped touching her altogether.

  There was a rustling. She hoped he was undressing. He left the bed for a minute. She turned her head to the side, unable to see, but relying on her increased sense of hearing to figure out where he was.

  The bed dipped near her head on the opposite side, surprising her and making her twist her neck in that direction.

  He touched her lips, his finger stoking the bottom one and then the top. When she opened her mouth and licked his fingertip, he dipped it inside. She immediately wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked, the urge instinctive. She wanted to taste his cock in the same fashion. What if she asked?

  She knew better. This was his scene. She would not risk topping him from the bottom.

  His other hand landed on her belly, his fingers teasing her skin, not reaching high enough or low enough for any sort of relief. There was a chance he could command her to come and she would.

  He eased his finger out and then replaced it with his thumb. Thicker. His hand cupped the side of her face, confining her head while his thumb fucked her mouth. “Would you like to taste my cock?” he asked.

  She nodded slightly, unable to do more.

  “Good girl.” He removed his thumb and stroked her lip again, pulling it downward. “Open wide for me. You may taste only. Do not move your lips or close your mouth. Understood?”

  She nodded subtly again, her mouth open extremely wide. Her heart raced when he dragged the tip of his cock across her bottom lip, just as he’d done with his thumb and finger. The salty essence of his come coated her lip, reaching her taste buds.

  She flicked her tongue out, anxious for more, unable to stop herself.

  The hand on her belly disappeared and one second later, a nipple was tightly pinched.

  She closed her mouth without thinking and whimpered.

  He squeezed tighter before releasing the offended bud, leaving it far more sensitive than seconds ago.

  “Did I give you permission to lick?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Who’s in charge?”

  “You are, Sir.”

  “Then I advise you to follow my directions. Mouth open. No moving.”

  She parted her lips again, this time flattening her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. It was hard to concentrate, but she did it. She was rewarded with another taste of his come. This time he dipped his cock into her mouth slightly and then removed it.

  She held very still, even when his hand cupped her breast. Even when his fingers trailed down toward her pussy, stopping short of nirvana.

  All the while, he tortured her with too much stimuli. His cock teased her lips, occasionally dipping into her mouth. He had so much control over every inch that she suspected he was holding his cock around the base. His other hand teased the edge of her clit, pulling back the hood but not touching her.

  His cock slid deeper with every pass, making it hard to focus on any one thing. She willed him to fuck her. With anything. She didn’t even care if it was his cock at this point. She would gladly suck him dry if he would please just press two fingers into her.

  He seemed to be perfectly aware of the moment he entered her mouth as far as she could tolerate. He retreated and shuffled back down the bed to kneel once again between her legs. “You can close your mouth, baby.”

  She did so, moving her sore jaw several directions.

  Hands landed on her breasts, kneading them, suddenly with more urgency than before. He pinched her nipples over and over, tugging on them, forcing them to distend outward. The combination of pleasure and pain was relatively new to her. Especially blindfolded and frog-tied.

  “I’m proud of you for not begging. You must be out of your mind needing me to fuck you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t recognize her voice.

  “You’re so beautiful with your face all flushed, licking your lips, your nipples hard pebbles, and your pussy glistening with need.”

  His words didn’t help. Instead, they made her moan.

  “Would you like my fingers inside you or my cock?”

  “Whatever you wish, Sir.” At least she had the wherewithal to respond appropriately, ensuring she was well aware who was in charge.

  “Good girl.”

  He gave her breasts one last squeeze and released them. His hands landed on her thighs, but she was pretty sure he had scooted down the mattress, which meant his face was hovering over her pussy instead of his cock. That was okay too.

  When his tongue dragged through her folds, she pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes closed under the blindfold.

  He flicked the tip over her clit next.

  She almost came.

  “Don’t come yet,” he demanded. “I want to taste you first. Wait for my command.”

  Wait for his command? Was he in his right mind?

  Rapid flicking of her clit followed by plunging his tongue into her caused her to suck in a breath and hold it. She wouldn’t be able to last. Not a chance.

  He removed the contact almost as fast as he gifted it to her, leaving her panting and very close to begging.

  “No words,” he reminded her. “I’ll decide when you come.”

  She moaned, turning her head to one side. Her legs were trembling. Her hands were fisted. She needed relief badly.

  He disappeared again, or at least his touch. He seemed to be on his knees between her legs. The glorious sound of a condom wrapper filled the air.

  And then his hands landed at her sides and he kissed her lips. His cock bobbed against her pussy. Please…

  He lifted his face a few inches, but she knew he was still right there. “I want you to come when I thrust into you. Understood?”

  She wasn’t sure. Was that possible? What if she disappointed him?

  He grabbed her chin and held it. “Don’t think about it. Don’t go into your head. I’m going to thrust into you hard and fast, and you’re going to orgasm around my cock. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The next second, he made good on his promise, thrusting all the way to the hilt. She couldn’t have stopped herself from coming if he’d demanded the opposite. And she was extremely grateful he put a palm over her mouth, because she cried out loud as the orgasm shook her frame.

  The spasms involved every muscle, making her body jerk and her breasts shake. It didn’t seem like the orgasm would end, and indeed it did not because as soon as he pulled almost out and then slammed back into her, she came again. Her body strained with the overwhelming sensations and effort. Her brain turned to mush. All she knew was intense pleasure.

  He slowly released her mouth, planted his hands at either side of her for support, and picked up the pace, sliding in and out of her at an insistent, rapid pace.

  She loved the speed and the pressure. It was exactly what she would have asked for if she’d been given choices. Rough. Hard. Intense. Demanding.

  When at last he thrust a final time and held himself deep inside her, his hand came between their bodies and pinched her clit, forcing her to come with him. A third climax in rhythm with his first.

  God, he was good to her.

  Her body quivered, exhausted. Drained. So tired.

  He pulled out, dropping a quick kiss to her lips and then removing the blindfold.

  She blinked up at him, finding awe and pride in his eyes.

  “I’m going to untie you. It’s been long enough.”

  She nodded, st
ill trying to catch her breath.

  He climbed down her body and pulled a few ends to quickly release her bindings. The moment her ankles pulled away from her thighs, he began to knead the muscles up and down her thighs, switching back and forth.

  She winced.

  “Easy, baby. Take it slow.”

  She wanted to stretch out fully, but he was right. Any sudden moves would make her cry out.

  Colin took his time, watching her face as he massaged her legs and then her wrists. When she was finally breathing more normally, only then did he climb from the bed. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He padded to the bathroom and returned a minute later without the condom and with a washcloth in hand.

  He parted her legs gently and set the warm cloth on her pussy. It felt good. Soothing her skin. When he was satisfied, he tossed the cloth aside, turned off the lamp, and crawled over her body. He tugged the covers over them and rolled her so that she was on her side against his chest.

  She settled her cheek on his pecs, her heart still beating too fast.

  His hand went into her hair, and he kissed the top of her head. “You’ll never be able to say we aren’t compatible in bed or in D/s.”

  She giggled. “That’s for sure.” No one would ever be able to make her feel the way he did. She had no doubt. Now she just needed to find a way to express her stupid secrets.

  It’s unseemly… She tensed, grimacing, fighting away her father’s words. He was wrong. She knew it in her heart. She just needed a little more time to chase away the absurdity and share.

  Soon.

  “You okay, baby?”

  “Yes. So good.” She relaxed into him again, holding him tight. “Thank you,” she whispered as she drifted to sleep.

  CHAPTER 16

  Colin was in the kitchen the next morning, trying to find his way around, when Rayne entered. He was wearing flannel sleep pants and nothing else. She was dressed for the office.

  Her face was flushed as if she were embarrassed. “Um…”

  He reached out a hand. “Come here.”

  She obeyed, her heels clicking on the tile as she approached.