by Lily Harlem
I let out an unharnessed groan of desire, his touch was like flames whipping through my body, even when he was light and gentle the effect was on the Richter scale. My nerves were crying out for him, of their own volition my thighs spread.
“Be patient,” Quinn murmured as his hands stroked back up to my breasts and fed them into his hungry wet mouth. “I’m going to kiss you there in my own good time.”
I squirmed as the need to feel him kissing me there became overwhelming. My shoulders jerked and the headboard rattled.
He let out a small chuckle. “Okay, you asked for it.” He moved down my body. I was very near the edge of the bed and as he settled between my legs, my left foot landed on the floor with a soft bang.
“Good girl,” he said. “Nice and wide.” He pushed at my right leg so I was completely open. My bare pussy, I knew, would be shining with my lust for him, I could feel how wet I was, I could smell how turned-on I was.
As I waited for the first touch, my back arched, my stomach tensed and my breasts jiggled. And then very gently he blew on me. I let out a moan, a deep gurgling sound that came right up from my throat. “Quinn,” I groaned. “Please…” I needed so much more.
And then the taut tip of his tongue was at the tight hole of my entrance. He circled and dipped, then worked his way up through all my folds until he reached my clit. He pressed his flattened tongue against my nub and I whimpered with delight at the delicious pressure.
He began to swirl around, lapping at my juices. His chin, his nose, his lips were all on me. I pressed my face into my inner arm and tugged at my bottom lip. This was the first time Quinn had loved me with his mouth, it felt amazing but my hips were twitching for him to up the pace and treat me to an orgasm.
His fingers joined in, he separated my folds and gently pushed back the hood of my clit. He spread my moisture around as his tongue circled and then I felt him penetrate me, first with one and then two long, beautiful fingers.
I clasped him with my internal muscles. The soft pads of his fingers went straight to my G-spot with devastating accuracy. He built up a strong, steady pressure against the walls of my vagina. The glorious sensation spread around my pelvis and up to my chest. I groaned and, longing to put my hands on his head, rattled at my cuffs. His treatment of my special, internal place was so good, so exquisite.
“Ah, don’t stop,” I begged, thrashing my head as his tongue thrashed my clit. “Quinn, it’s so near.”
He stopped. I couldn’t believe it. He pulled out his fingers and lifted his tongue. “Turn over,” he said in a deep, stern voice. “Get your pretty little ass in the air for me.”
I jerked my hips searching for his face and yanked at my cuffs, furious. I’d been ready to come, just about to explode, and it would have been delicious, my G-spot was in perfect tune with my clit, it would have been double the pleasure, double the intensity. “No,” I wailed like an aggrieved child. “Quinn, I was just about to, that’s cruel. Please.”
“Turn the hell over.” He scooped me up and I yelped in surprise. The next thing I knew my wrists had crossed as my belly hit the mattress. My forehead sank into the pillow as he dragged me onto my knees. Again one leg, my right this time, slipped to the floor so I was half on, half off the bed with my behind in the air. “Do as I say, Ariane, remember this is me in charge and every time you don’t do as I say I will spank you all the harder.”
I pushed to my elbows. The word spank had been used, again. My clit quivered, the exposed flesh on my behind tingled. Every time Quinn just uttered the word “spank” I got a thrill in a new, uncharted part of my being.
I heard a rustle in the box as one of Quinn’s hands swept over the orbs of my buttocks. “I love your ass,” he said in a tender voice. “So pale and creamy, so round and soft.”
“And here was me thinking you were a tit man,” I said, with a healthy portion of irritation.
“With you I’m both,” he said.
And then it hit down. A whack from something hard and solid landed on my right butt cheek. I jerked forward and cried out, surprised by the sheer force. There was nothing gentle about the way Quinn had hit me, he’d put pure male strength behind it.
Suddenly my whole buttock was ablaze, as though it had been pierced by a thousand needles, even the air in the room felt hot against it. Then his hand stroked over the seared skin and soothing noises escaped his lips. “So pretty,” he said. “You’re flushing pink already, I can’t wait to see you red, red and hot.”
I let out a quiet moan. The pain was starting to ease.
Another blow hit down. On my left buttock this time. I bit my lip, tears sprang in my eyes. But this time the pain, the burn, radiated outward and settled its intensity in my pussy. It was as though the heat, all those needles, were darting pleasure and stimulation to where I needed it most.
I found myself squirming, wanting more. I let out a groan of bemusement at the conflict between my physical and sensual being.
“You need to say anything?” Quinn said from behind me. “You need to use any words, Ariane?”
“No, no,” I said, shaking my head against the pillow.
His hand slid down the crack of my butt cheeks and over my anus. I felt so hot, so wet, so supersensitive. He found my vagina and pushed in two fingers and began to fret away at my G-spot again.
I moaned and arched to his touch even as I was thinking I would not survive this. It was so concentrated, so intense.
Another slap rained down. It definitely felt like wood hitting me, something round, like a table tennis paddle perhaps.
And then the blows rained down fast and steady, alternating cheeks as Quinn’s wicked fingers pumped inside me. I was getting ready to climax, how could a spanking be bringing me so close to tumbling over the edge? My clit was humming but it didn’t need attention, I was going to come anyway.
I could hear Quinn’s breaths harsh and ragged behind me. Each time a blow hit I could sense the change in air pressure just before the connection. “So red now,” he said hoarsely. “You’re so red, Ariane, not much more, not much more, come for me now, come.”
His words tipped me over the edge. A shower of sparks rained through me and my internal muscles began to grind against his fingers as I shouted out his name, over and over and over. My clit pulsed wildly but it was inside, inside me where the bloom of pain and pressure was consuming me, lifting me high and wild. He kept up the blows, each one shook me to the core and amplified my erotic delight.
“That’s it,” he said as my knees sagged and I hit the mattress. “That’s enough now.”
His fingers pulled from my tremor-filled pussy. I whimpered, but then his lips began to kiss and smother my burning buttocks and my whimpers turned into groans of satisfaction.
“You look so pretty when you’re red. My paddle has branded you, made you mine—for a little while at least.” His tongue licked up the crack of my butt, settled in my lower back and then travelled back down the center of my left buttock. “But I think Liam will be looking forward to his turn.”
Liam’s turn, Oh god, I needed to recover before Liam and his big muscles set about spanking me. I opened my eyes and was surprised to be met with darkness. In the extremeness of the moment I’d forgotten all about my blindfold.
“Are you all right?” he asked, turning me over on the bed. My wrists uncrossed and I dragged in a breath. The air was laden with the smell of my sex, I felt hot and sweaty but so did Quinn as he settled his naked body between my legs.
“I’m not going to last long,” he said into my mouth. “Feeling you come around my fingers and watching your butt cry out for a spanking was just so sexy you wouldn’t believe.”
He kissed me and penetrated me at the same time, hard and fast and raw. I yanked at my chains, wanting to close my arms around him, but I had to be content with just wrapping my legs around his hips. “Oh yeah, that’s it,” he groaned.
He began to piston into me. Each thrust lodged him higher and higher as if he jus
t couldn’t get close enough. His pelvis rasped against my swollen, greedy clit. I screamed, I couldn’t help it. A second orgasm swept through me. The contractions of my climax milked Quinn’s cock with a power that surprised even me.
“Jeez, fuck, yes,” he grunted as his head buried into my neck. “Ariane, you’re wild.”
I eked out the spasms, pulling him upward, farther, draining him. Loving every shudder of ecstasy that ripped through him that was caused by me. Eventually he sagged. His sweat-damp body flattened my breasts and his breaths set about returning to normal.
“I like your toys,” I said after a few minutes.
“Mmm, good.” He raised his head and I felt the tip of his tongue lick up my neck to the corner of my mouth. “Cause I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be doing lots of playing.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Oh Quinn!” I said, my heart sagging in disappointment.
“Hang on.” He scrabbled off me and I heard him rummaging in pockets. “It’s okay, nothing major, I’ll be back within the hour.”
I yanked at the cuffs. “An hour!”
“Stay like that. Think of what game you want to play when I get home.”
I gasped as I felt him press a thick, sumptuous, lingering kiss to my pussy. I was persuaded. “Okay, but be quick.”
“You sure?” he said by my ear.
“Yes, you never know,” I giggled. “Liam might come out of his office to find me.”
“Well if he does, be sure to have as much fun as we just did.”
I lay listening to the sound of my heart thumping and Quinn pulling on his clothes. Then he padded over the soft carpet and out of the room. His shoes tapped on the wooden hallway flooring and the front door clicked open. I waited to hear it close, but Quinn must have shut it with the key as it didn’t reverberate in his usual hurried slam.
I dragged in a breath and stretched my legs out straight, tightened the muscles from my thighs to my toes and then relaxed them again. They tingled heavily, the mixture of endorphins and adrenaline still coursing through my bloodstream was like a deep, therapeutic massage.
I was glad of the cool air washing over my hot, tired body and let the fresh saltiness from the window caress my limbs and naked torso. Involuntarily I let out a sigh of contentment and relived what had just happened, the pain, the pleasure, the climax, the kinkiness we’d indulged in.
Quinn’s ability to give me what I didn’t even know I wanted was amazing. My heart swelled when I thought of his groans of gratification and my eyes beneath my blindfold filled with emotion when I thought of Liam joining us and how much he would enjoy our games. I wanted all three of us to play, take turns at giving and receiving naughty pleasure. I liked it best when the three of us were naked together, that had become my ultimate treat.
I must have dozed off, but when I felt the breeze quicken over my body and then heard the curtain flap I came back round and turned my head to the door, although of course I couldn’t see a thing.
Liam?
I felt my nipples peak, imagining how I’d look to him as he stepped into Quinn’s room. Spread naked and hot on the black silk sheet, hands cuffed over my head and velvet mask over my eyes. I was sure he’d like the look, I was sure it would turn him on to see me laid out a sexy prisoner.
I heard the barely audible sound of the carpet pile beneath feet and felt my heart rate ratchet up several notches. Liam was there. He was looking at me. I could almost feel his gaze caressing me. I strained my ears and listened for his breathing. I could just make it out, coming deep and closer, closer still.
I pulled at my cuffs and let the tinny sound of metal fill the silent room. I wanted to show him how vulnerable I was. I was captive and at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted with me. I wanted him to do anything he wanted.
The bed dipped. He’d sat down.
I let out a small moan, desperate for him to touch me. I had no idea what Liam would do with my utter surrender and vulnerability. My gentle giant had already proved when mood and emotions overwhelmed him he could ravish me wildly and uncontrollably.
And then I felt just the tip of his finger circle my nipple. His unexpected touch was so light, so reverent that it was almost more intense than a hard, passionate stroke. I arched my back and murmured his name, “Liam.”
He switched to the other nipple, treated it to the same lazy caress until it was a tight, tense bud. I could feel my breasts getting heavy as blood rushed to them, they naturally hung to each side and the weight became denser as the sensations increased.
I licked my lips, hoping for a kiss and angled my face to where I presumed his to be. He was wearing a different aftershave today, something a little musky, not his normal light, citrus fragrance.
I didn’t get the kiss I’d been hoping for, so I parted my legs a little, hinting at what I wanted. Had he spotted the wooden paddle Quinn had used? I couldn’t be sure. Would he want to use that again on me so soon? The thought sent a hot tingle through my butt cheeks that raced straight up my pussy.
His hand smoothed lower from my breasts and over my stomach, his fingers were slightly calloused—I hadn’t noticed that before about Liam. He drew around my bellybutton and swept over my hipbones. Traced up the valley of my thighs and then onto my hairless sex lips. I waited for him to delve for my clit, pulled in another breath of his unfamiliar aftershave and waited for his sublime stimulation. But there were no perfect caresses, instead he nipped me hard, really hard, right on my inner thigh.
“Ow,” I squealed. “Liam, that hurt in a bad way.”
He nipped again, on my other thigh this time.
“Ow, for fuck’s sake, strawberry jelly,” I said loudly.
There was a deep male grunt and then, “‘Strawberry jelly’, shit, this gets kinkier by the minute, Ariane, who would have thought it from little Miss Prim?”
An ice-cold shiver tore over my flesh. It was as if all the blood in my body had turned to acid—thick, burning, lethal acid. It just about stopped every single organ functioning in one fell swoop.
The deep, Welsh valley accent was unmistakable. It was Jed. Jed was touching me, sitting on the bed with me, caressing my flesh, nipping me meanly, not Liam.
A second wave of terror and nausea assaulted me. Jed was in the room and I was totally and utterly helpless to defend myself. My heart beat so fast I thought it might actually explode. It beat against my ribs and straight up my neck to my temples. I yanked at the cuffs and scooted from his revolting touch as far as I could. Which wasn’t nearly far enough. “What are you doing here?” I wheezed. “Get out, get out.”
A deep, rumbling, humorless laugh echoed around the room. “Did you really think I wouldn’t follow you, Ariane?”
“Get out, Jed, I’m going to call the police, get out. You’re already wanted for embezzlement, you don’t want to add breaking and entering to that do you?”
I felt his face near to mine, his breath, stale and infused with tobacco, washed over me. “You really are in no position to give me orders, bitch. Though I ought to thank whoever tied you up so thoroughly, it’s certainly saved me a job, and fancy him not shutting the front door properly. How unfortunate for you but perfectly fortuitous for me.”
A whimper of fear escaped my lips and I turned my head from his as I yanked, futilely, at the cuffs. “How did you find me?” I asked, my need to understand my situation almost as compelling as my need to escape.
“Easy,” Jed said, his gross breath wafting over me. “Your dozy friend kept texting you, ‘whereabouts are you in Cardiff, Ariane,’?” He put on a sickly, high-pitched voice. “Do you want me to send your Lascaux paper, Ariane? I know how hard it is to get hold of.”
“I don’t understand.” I didn’t, how could that possibly lead him to me? I twisted and turned my wrists, trying to fold my fingers and bones in on themselves and squeeze them through the small metal circles.
“There’s only one shop in Cardiff that stocks your precious paper and I’d only been
hanging around a few hours when you showed up, couldn’t have been easier.” He gave a snort of self-satisfied laughter. “Child’s play.”
My mind whirred. “But why didn’t you speak to me, we could have sorted something out?”
“Because I wanted you to myself…alone.” His voice became dangerously quiet. “Although to be fair, I never thought I’d be quite this lucky.”
I let out a whimper as my nudity reminded my just how vulnerable I was.
“I nearly got you in the hospital though,” Jed went on. “If it hadn’t been for that porter you’d have followed me into the medical record department, and that, Ariane, I can assure you, was suitably quiet and deserted, nobody would have heard you scream.”
I tossed my head from side to side, remembering a flash of someone ducking into the doorway and how keen I’d been to follow and ask for directions. Was Jed the guy I’d seen in the art shop, too, sneezing at the picture of the tractor plowing the field before ducking out hiding his face?
I had no time to ponder because Jed’s hand suddenly caught my chin and he clamped my jaw in his thick fingers. “You look good enough to fuck,” he snarled. “I’ll get it right this time, even if I have to do it a few times.” My whole body stilled at the unmistakable menace in his voice and the sharpness of his touch.
“No,” I whimpered. I could think of nothing worse than Jed inside me. “No, please.”
He grunted and leaned farther over me as if to show I had no control over the situation. “You ruined everything, you made me look like a jerk by teasing me into a state of frenzy. And then you stole everything I’d been working on for years. All in one night you ruined me, you bitch.”
I tried to move my face but he held me tight. “You ruined it for yourself,” I said through gritted teeth. “You were stealing money from people who trusted you, who worked hard for you.”
“Yeah, fools,” he spat. “Thing is, Ariane, you could have shared it all with me. I wanted you, I wanted you badly, but you turned out to be a moralistic little prude who cost me everything.”
His hand slipped from my face and grasped my breast. I winced and let out a cry of discomfort. Jed was a big, strong guy and I was utterly powerless against him. I was alone, tied up and at his mercy. What was about to happen was too terrifying to contemplate.