Obviously he’d bought her the garment because he liked it and wanted to see her wear it. And if she strived to make it a night he’d never forget, she needed to push the modesty aside and add starch to her spine.
She tore her eyes away from her exposed crotch and glanced into the mirror. After she secured her hair in a ponytail on the top of her head, she tousled the strands. Taking one last, lingering glance, she released her inhibitions, flipped off the light and strolled into her bedroom.
Brent stood from the corner chair, shoving his duffel bag aside with his foot, and raked his gaze up and down her body. He didn’t say a word, but oh, something wicked definitely burned in his eyes. He had removed his coat and shirt and just looking at his muscular chest thrilled her beyond words.
“You like it?” she asked, running her hands along her waist to her hips. Not waiting for a response, she sauntered close and shoved him down into the chair. To make sure he stayed put, she pressed a foot against his large chest muscles. Immediately his gaze dropped to her exposed crotch. The current position spread her open and it was the most erotic thing in the world. “If you want it, Brent, you’ll have to earn it,” she teased, lowering a hand between her thighs to cover herself. “No peeking.”
His lids narrowed as his gaze captured her eyes. Whether he was thinking of something to say or just borrowing time, he remained silent. Those piercing charcoal eyes had faded to a sultry shade of black, full of hunger. “So you want to talk about the night you stole my virginity, huh? Well,” she pressed her foot deeper into his chest while rolling her tongue along her bottom lip. “I remember that night very well.”
He didn’t bat an eye.
“You followed me home from work one evening and forced yourself into my house.” She paused to run a finger along the inside of her thigh. “When you finally caught me, you ripped off my clothes and tied me to the bed. No matter how much I pleaded, you wouldn’t let me go.” She curled her toes into his skin. “My poor breasts.” She cupped them in her hands, squeezing them together. “You tormented my nipples until I cried in pain.” Almost like she had a few minutes ago.
Was she getting to him? Other than his huge erection, he showed no indication of being appeased whatsoever. Maybe she wasn’t trying hard enough. If she didn’t want to feel like a fool, she needed to lay things on thick. And fast. Those things consisted of fondling herself in ways that’d previously mortified her. Although the mortification died quickly when she’d finally discovered from his reaction how erotic it could be.
Seeking the same result, she dropped a hand to her crotch and slid a finger through the folds to her wet pussy. How frigging exotic to watch him watch her. She used the juices to lubricate her clit and jutted her hips forward from the slight shock. “You came at me, fisting your enormous cock. I begged you not to touch me, but you lay between my thighs and rammed it inside me. I screamed when you broke my cherry, but you gently kissed away my tears.”
Holy shit, she was turning herself on. A gush of moisture flowed from her cunt. “You came back every night and practically raped me. Sometimes you brought out a dildo and fucked my ass.” She gave her clit a slight swirl with her fingertip. She partially lowered her lids and bit the inside corner of her mouth as a mass of prickles charged to her tummy. God, she needed him. Now. Buried deep. If she didn’t hurry up and do something, she just might glide the finger into her vagina and finger-fuck herself to orgasm while he watched.
She leaned forward, giving his cock a teasing pinch before she started fidgeting with the button on his pants. Surprisingly he grabbed her wrist and squeezed. His free hand slapped around her ankle. What the heck? It kind of stung.
“I don’t think so, Annalee.”
She gasped in shock at the amount of strength he utilized when he firmly but cautiously maneuvered her foot onto the floor and stood up, his huge body towering above her. His breastbone grazed her nose and she had to tilt her head to look into his eyes. Somehow, within his thundering heartbeat—maybe it was hers—his heavy breaths breached her ears.
She had no time to think when he pulled the ponytail holder from her hair. The mass tumbled over her shoulders. She flinched, then flinched again as he fisted a handful at the base of her neck and walked her backward into the wall. In seconds he spun her around with her breasts smashed against drywall, arms pinned above her head and a thigh stiffly grinding into her ass cheeks.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done,” he growled, pressing his hips into her lower spine. With a tug to her hair, he yanked her head back.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Are you ready to play, Annalee?” he asked, taking a nip at her throat.
What the hell just happened? Play? Play what? What’d she do? How could he switch her off and switch himself on within the blink of an eye? Whatever the case, she was a little nervous, more so when he reached between her thighs and shoved two or more fingers into her vagina. Jesus, they stretched her wide open.
Despite the slight discomfort from him wiggling them deeper, she spread her legs farther apart and whimpered. Somehow a knuckle managed to rub her G-spot and an intense jolt shot her pulse through the ceiling. Her pussy gushed and she increased the span of her legs, bearing down on his hand, driving his fingers yet deeper.
Slowly he partially withdrew them then shoved them back in hard. She trembled and threw her head against his chest, exposing additional neck for him to abuse. The next bite grew more severe than the last, each resembling needles pricking her skin. “Oww,” she whined. But they didn’t hurt in an excruciating sense. They caused an underlying ache that appeared attached to the same chain of nerves as her pussy—each prickle spiked a craving for more.
Good Lord, what was happening to her?
Brent’s grip tightened around her wrists and he pressed her so firmly to the wall the thought of her body leaving an indentation crossed her mind. And as he started ramming his fingers in and out of her cunt, she realized he’d done it on purpose so she couldn’t move.
It was the biggest fucking turn-on of her life.
As hard as she tried shifting her ass, she couldn’t, and being forced to maintain the position while his large, bulky fingers ruthlessly fucked her ignited a raw craving in her blood. In and out they slammed, banging her cervix and stretching her wide. Each determined thrust drove deeper than the last. The power behind the strokes jarred her cheek into the wall.
Her legs trembled and knees weakened. Only his body held her in place. If he stepped away from her now, she’d crumble to the floor and sizzle into embers at his feet.
Beads of sweat dribbled down her temples. She scrunched her eyes, wishing he’d give her his entire fist and shove it entirely to her belly. A constant stream of moans and whimpers fled from her throat, filling her ears along with the squishing sounds of her juices soaking his hand.
“Annalee, when you can’t endure anymore, you need to tell me,” he whispered directly into her ear.
I will. Harder and faster please.
“Annalee?” His fingers stilled. “Do you understand? It’s very important that you tell me when you’ve had enough.”
Compassion replaced the commanding voice. She nodded. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Are you okay?”
Again she nodded. “Yes.”
All at once he removed his fingers from her pussy and the weight of his body eased off her back. Damn him for bringing her down after having taken her so high. If she would’ve said no, would it have coerced him to continue?
She swallowed while the roaring fire inside her abruptly simmered to a dull flame. But the instant he spun her around and grasped the bottom of her neck, the dwindling flame erupted into a full-fledged blaze.
His gaze bore into her eyes even as he walked her toward the bed and laid her down.
“Don’t move,” he warned.
Ah, the thrilling, commanding tone returned. Just for spite, she came up on her elbows and scooted toward the headboard.
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sp; He grabbed her ankles and pulled, forcing her flat on her back. “You’re treading dangerously, Annalee,” he growled while squatting beside the duffel bag. “Get ready for more gifts.”
His glare unnerved her, but it also added heat to her womb. And when he stood, dangling a blindfold, she tensed. A blindfold? Although her heart pattered in excitement, reluctance prodded her brain. Not being able to see while wide awake spelled uncertainty. Lots and lots of uncertainty.
She cleared her throat. “You don’t need that,” she squeaked in an unfamiliar voice.
“Do you want me to put it away?” He straddled her waist, bearing weight on his knees, leaned forward and gently kissed her, turning her to mush.
How much harm could a little mask cause? So she wouldn’t be able to see him. What’s the big deal? “No.” After he removed his mouth from hers, she relaxed and let him apply the blindfold.
His weight shifted and the bed sprang back into place when he stood. It was kind of exciting trying to guess where he’d gone and what he’d planned to do. And then she heard metal rattle. A lot of metal. Handcuffs? Her heart skipped a beat. “Brent, I’m not sure I’m ready for both.” Damn, did she need to sound so distressed?
“Then I won’t use them.”
Oh God, but it was so thrilling the last time he’d restrained her. Not being able to see his intentions may even intensify the sensations. How could she deprive herself of those feelings or possibly something better if she failed to push her limits? “Will you release me if I ask?”
The mattress sank when he returned and straddled her waist. Softly he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. “Annalee, when you tell me it’s enough, it ends.”
She nodded and swallowed hard. “Okay.”
As his huge hand took hold of her arm and the cuffs snapped closed around her wrist, she instinctively flinched.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
No, but she had to satiate a craving for the unknown. “Yes.”
The chains jingled as he stretched her arm above her head and hooked her to the bedpost. She gulped.
How silly. What did she fear? That he wouldn’t free her upon request? Or the fact she might enjoy it too much? She held up her other arm and gulped again when he locked the second cuff into place and attached it to the opposite post.
“Are you okay, baby?” He tenderly padded his lips over every inch of her mouth, sliding his tongue along the outer corners. Then he kissed a trail to her ear and nibbled her lobe.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you, but first I’m going to torment your nipples until you cry in pain.”
His breath bathed her skin. And because she couldn’t see his expression, the timbre of his voice evolved as a threat. It turned her on so damn bad, she momentarily couldn’t think.
“Then I’m going to fuck your ass with a dildo.” He weighed her down while he lowered his lips to her neck and bit her jugular. “And when I’m done, you’re not going to know whether you’re dead or alive.”
She braced her feet on the bed and froze.
Torment her nipples until she cried in pain?
Fuck her ass with a dildo?
She gulped. Everything he’d said mimicked the exact detail she’d described to him earlier.
Holy fuck!
He wanted to enact her fantasy!
Unexpected warmth seeped to her tummy.
She’d given him insight into her most intimate dreams and he strived to make them real?
Mmm, what a caring, considerate man.
She chewed her bottom lip to prevent laughing at her own delusional reluctance. Laughter may bring things to an abrupt halt, and she’d hate to put a damper on the evening when it’d just started getting interesting. Should she let him know she’d figured out the scheme from his not-so-subtle hints, or simply play along? If he knew the truth, it might take the edge off.
Edge could be a good thing depending on the circumstance. Why would she want to destroy it in this certain situation? Undeniably, playing along would be the best option. For both of them. At this point, he had free rein to do anything he pleased.
But how could she make it realistic for his benefit? She didn’t want to hiss and call him names—otherwise he’d give up and let her go. Nor did she want to lie, acting unaffected by his bad boy behavior. There wasn’t anything sexy about a boring, meek damsel in distress. Hell, if she didn’t react somehow soon, he’d possibly figure out her plan.
Hmmm, how had she acted in those fantasies?
God, this was so damn erotic. “Brent, what are you going to do to me?” She tugged on the cuffs for effect.
“Only what you’ve asked for.”
Oh yeah! Good thing she’d disclosed those little secrets. Damn, her heart sputtered a gazillion beats per second. “You’re scaring me.”
A large hand cupped her mouth, followed by hot, heavy breaths caressing her ear and slithering down her throat. Like thunder, it rumbled through her veins. Although the warmth tapered off at her ribcage, the effect continued to slither along her tummy, lower to her pubic area then settled in her aching crotch.
“I haven’t even touched you, Annalee.”
Exactly. What was taking him so long? Maybe the scared tactic made him second-guess the game. Did he prefer a fight?
Shaking her head side to side, she mumbled inaudibly then bit the inside pad of one of his fingers. Not hard, but hard enough that he yanked his hand free.
“Damn you, Brent, get off me.” She ground her feet into the bed and tried arching her hips to shake him loose. When that failed she lightly kneed his lower back.
“Are you sure you want to go there, Annalee?”
She felt his gaze penetrating her face for a long moment before he climbed off her waist and then off the bed. The box springs squeaked, which she’d never heard prior to tonight. Was it because her senses were more acute due to the blindfold? Oh shoot. Where’s he going? Did I just ruin everything? “Yes,” she nearly shouted, hoping he’d return.
Even though she wanted to scream “come back”, she listened intently as his feet padded across the carpet. “Brent?”
Silence.
It unnerved her somewhat, but not to the degree of fear. Actually, in an odd sense, it heightened her arousal.
He hadn’t left the room—she knew that for sure because she felt his gaze wandering all over her body. And then she heard scuffling sounds coming from the duffel bag. Holy hell, what was he searching for?
In minutes he’d returned, hovering over her body, his lips brushing her ear. Once again his warm breath played over her neck and it swirled toward her shoulder. Oh the titillation from the simplest things.
“This is where the fun begins, Annalee.”
What a jarring, seductive tone. Fun? For her? So as not to make him feel left out, she tugged on the cuffs and raised her leg to kick him, but he caught her foot midair. While pressing his thumb into her sole, rendering her helpless, she screeched.
He slipped her foot through some type of loop made of soft, tickly fur and secured it around her knee by a slipknot or something. And, dear Lord, it did not slip. It gave him full control of her leg, which he bent toward the outside of her stomach, and then he anchored it behind her head. The restraint was tied so tightly—funny, it wasn’t tight around her knee—she couldn’t move her leg in any direction other than straight up—but only her calf and foot.
Oh hell, how awkward. And helpless. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this new predicament. It definitely was not a part of the fantasy.
If she scooted upward, maybe she’d loosen the tension and hopefully regain mobility. Planting her opposite foot firmly against the mattress, she gave herself a shove.
She hadn’t even settled on the pillow when he grabbed her hips and yanked her back into place. “Give it up, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”
Whoa. Now that seriously was a part of the fantasy. And holy shit, it knocked her erogenous zone into
a frenzy of unadulterated bliss. Everything south of her navel burned with need. “What has gotten into you?” she whimpered.
“I’m taking you beyond your boundaries, Annalee,” he said, immobilizing her free leg with another loop of fur and restraining it to the opposite post.
She was now locked firmly in a position that reminded her of the pushing stage while giving birth. It gave Brent access to do whatever he desired. The thought thrilled her beyond words.
God, help me.
“Be prepared to shout when you’ve had enough, baby. I need to hear you in order to stop. Things may get pretty intense.”
Promise?
“Annalee, do you understand?”
“Yes.” She desperately wanted to entice him to roughen her up a bit more, but she couldn’t without physically hurting herself. With hands cuffed behind her head, legs spread wide open and bound, she was at his mercy. But wow. Being vulnerable and exposed with every orifice pointing upward while reluctantly anticipating his next move felt incredible.
A hearty ache thumped inside her pussy. If he didn’t know how much this turned her on, all he’d have to do is look between her thighs.
Where was he? He’d been standing too quietly far too long. Twenty seconds, maybe thirty—but still way too long.
She heard faint clattering coming from the duffel bag. And then the bed sank at her waist.
She swallowed as excitement raced through her blood. Seconds stretched for eternity as she waited and waited for something to happen. She chewed her bottom lip while her breaths grew heavy and audible from anticipation. Slightly the bed shifted. Then the ribbons on the corset were untied and he slid it open, settling the fabric panels along the outside of her breasts. He was so close his body heat burrowed against her hip, yet other than his fingertips brushing against her skin when he’d pushed the material aside, he hadn’t touched her. And then he finally did, but only with his lips. They connected to her mouth so desperately she gasped. But she refused to return the kiss. Instead she bit his bottom lip and tugged.
“Let go.”
Make me. She shook her head slightly, pulling his lip farther away from his teeth. Oh she’d give anything to see his expression.
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