RidingtheWaves

by Jennifer LaRose

  Something clamped onto her right nipple. She immediately released his lip and shrieked. “Oww! Fuck!” She racked her shoulders against the bed to dislodge the clamp or clothespin or whatever the hell had a blinding grip on her breast. “It hurts, Brent. Take it off. Take…it…off. Please?”

  He ground her shoulders into the mattress and held her down so she couldn’t move. “Relax, Annalee. It’ll get better. Just relax.”

  Relax? Relax! How could she relax with a vise grip chomping on her nipple! “I can’t.”

  “Shhh. Shhh. Shhh,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones. “Give yourself a chance to enjoy it. I want you to experience the pleasure it can bring.”

  Can bring! What about will bring? There appeared to be an enormous amount of doubt in that one little word.

  “If you don’t try I’m going to tighten it.”

  Her eyes flared open behind the blindfold. Tighten? Any tighter and her nipple would snap off.

  Okay, this game wasn’t fun anymore. He could untie her anytime.

  “Have you had enough?”

  She nodded and chomped on her bottom lip.

  “Then tell me.”

  Again she nodded, and in doing so, the most unusual thing started to happen—a prickly sensation began to build, erasing the pain. It almost felt like her breast awoke from a sleep. The prickles ran deep, all the way to her spine. And the more she relaxed, the more intense the sensation grew. A constant wave of heat swarmed her tummy.

  What the heck!

  “Now you’re feeling it,” Brent crooned.

  How the hell did he know? Was it that obvious?

  With the clamp still in place he ran his tongue in circles around her opposite nipple, bathing it in warm saliva and flicking the tip with his tongue. It hardened instantly, bringing the nerve endings to life. Each flicker was as if a hot poker branded her skin. The double whammy from the clamp and his mouth heightened the glorious pain and desire to a monumental level. And swearing on her life, when he began to suck she wanted him to tighten the clamp. There must have been a secret passage between her breast and pussy, because the harder he sucked the more desperately she craved his cock ramming her insides.

  Tears filled her eyes as the sensation built, proving he’d made good on his threat. She could only imagine what would follow. Never had she been brought to an orgasm by toying with her breasts alone. But shit, it was building, and building quick.

  She sucked in a breath and moaned, arching her chest closer to Brent’s face. “Harder. Please? Bite me. Tighten the clamp. Do something, Brent.”

  Rather than grant her wishes, he grabbed the device and twisted her nipple back and forth. The exquisite jolt nearly shot her off the bed. She fisted her hands, digging nails into her palms, and curled her toes. “Oh God.”

  Suddenly he removed his mouth and applied a clamp to that breast.

  “Shit,” she squealed. She squeezed her eyes, forcing the tears to dribble from the corners. What few the blindfold didn’t absorb slid along her temples into her hair.

  Brent’s warm lips gently kissed them away while brushing her cheeks with his hands. His calloused fingertips provided temporary relief to the passionate itch burrowing deep inside her. Every inch of skin, even her eyelids, screamed for more.

  How was any of this possible? Craving intense, sexual pain wasn’t her norm. And Jared said she was too innocent? How could Brent know exactly what she needed, yet the man she’d been engaged to for nearly a year had no clue?

  A flat, palmed, rough caress to the inside of her thighs froze her thoughts. Actually everything froze while the masculine touch focused on her exposed, wanton pussy. If she hadn’t appreciated her position earlier, she sure did now.

  When a stream of liquid that warmed on contact oozed over her anus and in between her ass cheeks, she held her breath. Long, thick fingers went to work rubbing it all over, skimming her clit periodically.

  Intentionally.

  Way too softly.

  Then finally, he rubbed it hard while a finger breached her anus and easily slipped inside.

  “Ah…shit!” So many nerves. So many sensations reeling inside her.

  She released the air from her lungs with a contented moan. Her muscles contracted then relaxed, adjusting to the intrusion. When he began shifting his finger in and out, she couldn’t rock her hips to his rhythm. She was stuck. In a position forbidding movement. And it was fucking killing her.

  Suddenly his thrusting finger stopped. She wanted to scream but he’d only prolong her pain. And as he removed his hands from her body and moved away from the bed, her pussy and ass clenched the air.

  Then she heard clanking and muffled sounds coming from the glorious bag. What little surprise did he have in store? Although the last gadget initially hurt, she couldn’t deny how desperately she needed more. Something to fill her completely, ass and all.

  When he returned, she realized she’d been holding her breath. And as she released it, his calloused hands caressed her knees.

  “Annalee, you have the sweetest-looking pussy.”

  Touch it, lick it, pinch it. Do something. “Then fuck it.” Holy hell, the entire game turned around.

  “You bet I will, baby, but first,” he began sliding something long and slender into her anus, “I’m going to dildo-fuck your ass.”

  Holy mother! She could do nothing but breathe. But even that halted when he pushed it in farther, and all the tiny nerve endings jumped to battle the foreign object.

  “Brent, stop!” This was it. The end. She was dying from exquisite pleasure.

  “Have you had enough?”

  She shook her head side to side. “Yes.”

  “Then say it.”

  “I can’t take it.”

  “Say it.”

  “No.”

  He stroked the inside of her thigh. “I’ve fucked your ass with bigger things than this.”

  Maybe that was the problem—it wasn’t enough. “I swear, you’re killing me.” Despite the pleas, she tried lifting her hips to insert more.

  “Can’t take it, huh?” he bantered, pushing the thin dildo firmly into place.

  That was it? He’s done? How could he insert something inside her and just walk away, leaving it dormant? It felt nice, she wouldn’t deny it, but oh it would feel so much better if he pumped it in and out.

  Then she heard a click and the entire rod started to buzz.

  Oh God. Oh Jesus. Holy fuck! The tip must have been embedded in a centralized location because every nerve in her body reaped the benefits of the electrifying current. It branched from her fingers to her toes, but the most intense thrill lay in her ass where the vibration ruthlessly pulverized the teensy nerves. Millions of them. Trillions. Oh shit, she was losing it. And quick.

  She wanted to explode, needed to burst, yet it seemed the vibrator couldn’t provide the shove she needed to tumble over the edge. It had taken her to the highest peak but didn’t have the strength to push her over. And she needed release so desperately, tears fell from her eyes. “Brent, you’ve got to do something. I can’t take any more.”

  He was leaning over top of her in a second, kissing her tears away and rubbing her cheeks.

  “One more, baby. Just one more. You can do it.”

  One more what! Hour? Minute? Even a flippin’ second was way too long. “No. Please, do something.” This was by far her ultimate limitation. She’d never been so high, never needed to fall so hard.

  “Shhh, shhh, shhh.”

  “Ahhh, damn you, Brent.” Where’d he learn this shit, from a book of torture?

  “I can end it here. Just say the word.”

  But that would mean he’d stop. She didn’t want him to stop. She needed to get off before her veins ruptured. “No,” she wailed.

  He padded his lips over her entire face and mouth. “Annalee, do you still trust me?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, releasing more tears. “Yes,” she squealed.

  She heard
another faint click and the vibration in her ass intensified. Holy hell, it was the wrong answer! Was this the one more he spoke of, as in, one more level of frigging speed?

  “Baby, are you still with me?” he asked closely to her ear.

  She nodded because she could no longer speak. Too much was going on inside her body. Too much pleasure. Too much pain. Too much pressure building from the climax that wouldn’t burst. She dug nails into her palms and squeezed her toes as she teetered on the verge of delirium.

  “It’s almost over.”

  What? Her life? Yes, she totally knew that.

  “I won’t take you any further than you can go. Have you reached your limitations?”

  Desperately she nodded.

  “Talk to me,” he said a little louder. “Okay?”

  Gathering what little strength she had left, she squeaked a faint, “K.”

  “Have you had enough?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

  “No.”

  The bed sank in the area between her thighs and his hands covered her knees where he pushed her legs slightly farther apart.

  Ugh. They couldn’t open much more. But the stretch and tug on the delicate skin along the crease of her thighs felt good in a strange way.

  “Annalee, are you all right?”

  Another nod. No!

  “I can’t hear you.”

  “Y-es,” she whispered.

  “Enough?”

  “Nn-oo.”

  Then he stroked her clit. Once. The shock was so intense she shuddered and her neck arched. And in the realm of that quick second, he rammed his huge cock deep inside her pussy all the way to her cervix.

  It was the push she needed to fall. And as she came crashing down, she honest to God, for the first time ever, screamed when the climax burst, releasing the pressure from her soul in a kaleidoscope of color mixed with echoes of her voice.

  Brent covered her mouth with his and swallowed the screams while he slammed into her over and over. With each thrust he yanked a nipple clamp, shooting electrical charges across her chest and tummy. Her ass clenched the vibrator and her pussy walls clenched him. And the pleasurable pain was so exquisite she climaxed again and again, each one running into the next, merging into one long stretch that refused to weaken until he stopped. But he didn’t stop. He kept on and on, as if the vibration in her ass constantly fed life to his cock. And he continued to pound, taking her to a dark, erotic place she’d never been where nothing but tingles and prickles and sensation lurked. Then finally, with a loud, trembling growl that brought her from the darkness, he ejaculated deep in her body.

  For a moment, he lay on top of her, holding her face in his hands, breathing heavily against her ear. Then slowly he rose, withdrawing his cock as he sat up in between her legs. Gently he withdrew the vibrator then leaned forward and removed the nipple clamps.

  She lay still, shuddering while trying to catch her breath and gain some semblance of sanity. Her ass and crotch still clenched and contracted as they recouped from the lavish beating. And her breasts…she had no hopes for repair to the throbbing, blood-engorged nipples for a while. Possibly weeks.

  Jesus.

  Carefully Brent removed the blindfold. She squinted, allowing her eyes time to adjust to the lights, then fully opened her lids to see him sitting beside her with a meek smile pursed on his lips.

  “Welcome back, baby.”

  She returned the smile. “Hi.”

  He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” What in the hell just happened?

  He leaned over and kissed her then he stood up and unlocked the cuffs and untied the restraints from the bedposts. Ah, what a huge blessing to be freed. All four limbs were stiff, especially her knees, but the farther she lowered them to the bed the better they felt.

  Brent settled next to her hips and massaged first one, then the other, paying special attention to the crease above her thighs. His hands knew exactly what she needed. The deep tissue melted under his touch. God, she’d died and drifted to heaven.

  When finished with her lower extremities, he carefully rubbed her shoulders. He obviously had many hidden talents and today she suspected he’d introduced her to most.

  Wow, she could easily fall asleep. She’d never been more relaxed in her life, and when Brent lay down beside her, she snuggled under his arm, laying her head on his chest.

  He coddled her face with his hand. “Annalee, are you sure you’re okay?”

  She lifted her head to look up into his eyes. “Yes. Why?”

  “You’re too quiet.”

  She kissed his chin. “I’m okay. I just don’t know whether I’m dead or alive.”

  He smiled mischievously and his eyes glistened. “I warned you.”

  “Yes, you did,” she said on a contented sigh. She returned her cheek to his chest, where his warm skin felt wonderful against her face.

  He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Welcome to my world, baby.”

  There’s no other place she wanted to be. And now that the mission ended and he’d reclaimed his health and returned to her, it seemed life had truly just begun. Rediscovering one another after so many years felt right. The timing of his arrival—the comfort she experienced in his presence—the security in his protective arms when holding her close—it all made sense. And as she patted her lips to his breastbone, she relaxed for the first time in weeks.

  Chapter Ten

  “Your turn,” Annalee said, planting a subtle kiss to Brent’s lips. Slowly she worked her way down his body, patting a trail of faint kisses along every inch of his hot skin. When she reached his injured thigh, she gently pressed her lips around the red, inflamed scar, making love to it with her mouth, trying her best to soothe any deep, underlying pain. Coarse, dark hair tickled her cheek while she placed tiny kisses along the outer edge and lower to the inside of his leg to his scrotum.

  She inhaled the mixture of their erotic scent that lingered on his genitals while cupping his testicles and giving them a gentle squeeze. His thighs tightened and he moaned, jutting his hips slightly upward.

  His thick erection stood tall and inviting, but she avoided slipping it into her mouth. To the best of her ability, she wanted to tantalize and taste him and please him as he’d done to her. Though she wasn’t as knowledgeable or creative, she vowed to embed a memory in his mind he’d never forget.

  She gripped his thick cock and gave it a full upward stroke. Cum dribbled from the tip and she took the liberty of licking it off with a soft caress from her tongue. A shiver ran through his hips and he slid his hands in the section of hair above her ears.

  Hot juices spilled from her pussy and she shuddered from his subtle display of power. While gliding her lips up one side and down the other, his ass raised off the bed. It wasn’t until she took the tip in her mouth and flicked it with her tongue that he tightened his grip on her head.

  “Damn you, Annalee,” he groaned, clenching his jaw. “Suck me. All of it.”

  She yearned to please him and didn’t need any further coaxing to obey the simple command. Covering her teeth with her lips to prevent scratching his fragile skin, she, inch by inch, guided him into her mouth. How could something so rock-hard feel as soft as silk to her lips?

  He hissed and stiffened and fisted her hair, but not once had he tried forcing her to take more. Nor did he have to. She was so determined to satisfy him, she relaxed her throat and slid him deep.

  “Christ, baby,” he growled.

  While her muscles pulled and tugged and squeezed his rod, she reached behind his balls and pressed her thumb in the sensitive stretch of skin between his sac and anus. His ass shot off the bed.

  Smiling to herself, she began to steadily thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. An ideal repayment would include tying him up and inserting the vibrator in his ass. How would he feel about that? As devilish and hot as it sounded, she wasn’t gutsy enough to bring out the lube,
um, olive oil. Not yet anyhow. Maybe when she’d taken him to the level of delirium she’d experienced that allowed anything to happen.

  Dark pubic hairs tickled her chin while inserting him in her throat then withdrawing painfully slowly, over and over, drawing moans from deep in his chest. The clenching of fists in her hair and subtle thrust of his hips forced more liquid from her pussy.

  “Annalee, straddle me.” He lifted his upper body and grabbed her by the arms. Narrowed eyelids partially covered his sinister gaze. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” he threatened.

  Oh no you don’t, mister. That little bit of sucking hadn’t compared in the least to the state of insanity he’d driven her to. If he wasn’t careful, she’d grab the cuffs.

  When he tried pulling her forward with a gentle but unyielding grip, she withdrew his cock from her mouth, placed her hands on his thighs and squeezed, bracing herself against his attempt. The muscles hardened beneath her palms and he sucked air through his teeth.

  “Oh my God,” she screeched and quickly retracted her hands. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “I’m fine.”

  She glanced at the angry wound and winced. “I can’t believe you were shot,” she whispered.

  “I wasn’t. I took a ricocheted bullet,” he added impatiently. “Now c’mere.”

  “They could’ve shot you when they killed your partner. Suppose he’s not seeking revenge against you, but is getting even for wiping out his men, like you’ve said before.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Forget about it. We’ll talk later.” He grabbed her by the wrists and tugged, but she steeled her knees into the bed and yanked her hands free.

  “No, tell me now.”

  He inhaled a deep, chest-expanding breath and released it slowly. “It’s not over, Annalee.”

  Her stomach toppled. “What?”

  “I’ll explain everything when we’re finished making love. Climb up here.”

  “You’ll explain right now.”

  He studied her a long moment. “I’m going back to Miami. Soon.”