by Blake, Lexi
“Up a bit more.” He helped her move a bit and slid a pillow behind her upper back to raise her up. He wanted her to be able to see what he was doing to her.
His hand slid up her arm until he found her wrist and he made his first knot. He took his time, allowing the rope to slide along her skin like a lover lavishing affection. One knot and then two, never so tight she couldn’t move a bit but enough to keep her there.
“Are you afraid?” If she was, he would forego this bit of heaven.
She shook her head. “I love you. I’m not afraid of you.”
Because he was safe. He realized that now. He was a safe way for her to find the real world again, but she would move on after him. His safety couldn’t bind her to him. It could only set her free for the real love that he was sure she would find.
He moved to her wrist, letting the rope lick along her flesh before he knotted the rope, holding her surely. It was the only way he could bind her, hold her tight. It wasn’t forever, but he would have a night of pure bliss.
He stood up, fully dressed to her naked. He rather liked that. She was naked, open and waiting for him. So beautiful in her wantonness.
He stood back and watched her for a moment. “Do you have any idea all the things I want to do to you?”
Her voice went low and there was no way to mistake the way her nipples tightened further. “Everything, I hope.”
“You have no idea.” He wanted to fucking brand her. He wanted his name tattooed on her flesh so every other man who happened to see her beauty would know it belonged to him.
He wanted to have her in every way it was possible for a man to have a woman. He wanted her on her knees with his cock shoving its way to the back of her throat. He wanted to know she walked around with his come in her belly. He wanted her tied up and down and begging him for release.
He would settle for a little torture.
He grabbed his deerskin flogger. The falls were super soft. It was a good place to start.
With a practiced hand, he struck her breasts in a rotating motion, the falls hitting her softly. He found a rhythm that had her eyes closing and her body relaxing. Something about the thuds seemed to get to her. She subbed out quickly, her body relaxing and her brain seeming to go somewhere else.
He couldn’t have that. He wanted her here with him. He would let her find her subspace, but not so quickly.
He reached out and gave her right nipple a hard twist.
Her eyes came open and her mouth formed the sweetest O. Yes, his cock would fit quite nicely there. “You want me to count?”
“No.” This wasn’t punishment. This was pleasure, and he wanted her with him. “I want you to look at me. I want your eyes on me. And keep your legs spread wide. I want to watch your pussy get hot and wet.”
She nodded. “It’s pretty much already there. Always is with you. I didn’t know what that meant until I started playing with you.”
He brought his wrist back, flicking it neatly before bringing it down on her thighs. It occurred to him that she seemed very open to answering questions this evening. It might be his last chance to ask. “Why? Why me?”
She gasped as he continued, but kept her eyes steady on him. “You’re my type. I didn’t know I had a type until I met you. Now I know what I need. I need a Brit who’s half aristocrat and half cowboy. I need a man who carries a full three-piece suit in his bug-out bag. I need a man who craves afternoon tea and thinks any Scotch under fifteen years is a travesty.”
She made him sound like a snob. He kept up the slow and rhythmic flogging. “So you want someone civilized.”
Again, it made sense. He was utterly unlike Denisovitch’s thugs. She would turn to him because he was so different.
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not civilized, Simon. Never think I don’t see through your gorgeous trappings. Do you think I don’t know what you’re capable of? Do you think I didn’t watch you that day in Goa?”
He stopped. She’d been with him and Ian and Sean in India when they’d finally taken down Eli Nelson. Simon had been assigned to watch from the cliff tops as Sean, Ian, and Charlotte met with a prince on a boat in the middle of the Arabian Sea. Chelsea was supposed to have been safe in their beach bungalow. She shouldn’t have seen the insane chance he took when he realized Ian was in trouble.
“You were watching?”
Her lips curled up. “Yes, I was. I saw you cliff dive and swim what had to be at least a half a mile. I had binoculars. I watched you sneak on that boat. Tell me something. Did you bother to take off your tie, Simon?”
He hadn’t. He’d ditched his jacket, but kept the vest and tie. “No.”
She sighed, her eyes soft. “I think about that a lot. Especially at night. I think about it and imagine that you’re coming for me. I imagine that I’m on that boat and you can’t wait another minute to fuck me so you jump off that cliff and you swim for me and you’re hot and hard when you find me.”
He was fucking hot now. Every word from her mouth went straight to his dick. “I would. I would jump off a bloody cliff if it meant getting inside you. Do you want more?”
“Fuck, yeah, I want more. I want everything you can give me. I’ve spent the majority of my life with my sexual experience being summed by my almost rape. I’m leaving it behind. I want it to be all about you. All about my love, my Dom. Give me everything. I promise I won’t be scared.”
“Because I’m not like the men you knew.” He was as far from the man who’d tried to hurt her as possible.
She growled a little his way. “Because I love you. Because you can be dangerous, but not to me. Because every cell in my body lights up when I think about you. I love you like I didn’t know I could love anything in my life.”
He would take it.
He pulled the vampire glove on his hand. It was a black glove covered in soft faux fur that covered prickly metal tacks. Soft and smooth and then a bit of bite, it was just what he needed to make her squirm and to give her what she wanted.
“Are you ready, love? Because I think it’s time to get serious.”
It was time to live in the now, because the now was all he had left.
Chapter Twenty
Chelsea shivered as he ran the soft part of the glove over her breasts before he flattened his palm and she felt the hard edge of the tacks.
A low moan came from the back of her throat as it scratched over her flesh, sending crazy sensations along her skin.
It was nothing compared to what he was doing to her soul. He was here with her. She’d told him her darkest secret and he’d just held her and told her he was proud.
She relaxed. Not even the bonds bothered her since he’d been the one to tie them. She trusted him. Simon Weston knew how to care for a woman, and she was so happy to be the woman he gave a damn about.
Her toes curled as he got back to the flogger. The sound nearly made her brain turn off in the most pleasant way. She loved the sound of the thud and the massage it gave her skin.
He brought her right back to reality by running that damn vampire glove over her breasts. She couldn’t help the gasp that came from her throat as he flattened out and the sting hit her.
“I love how pink your pretty skin gets,” he said.
She looked down and sure enough, there were thin pink lines where the glove left its mark. Four little scratch marks that proved he’d been here with her. They would be gone before morning, but she kind of wished they wouldn’t leave. She liked having his mark on her. She suddenly kind of understood why people liked tattoos. She wanted a little “I love my Brit” on her ass. “I think I need a little more, Master.”
His gorgeous blue eyes narrowed. “You think you’re in control?”
Her damn womb spasmed at the sound of his deep, dark voice. Yes, she’d brought out the Dom in him. “No, Master. No. Please. Please, don’t flog my pussy. Please don’t run that horrible glove over my tender flesh.”
He chuckled. “I won’t throw you in the briar patch, eithe
r, love.”
He brought the flogger down gently on her pussy.
It didn’t hurt, just a nice thud that got her to shivering as he moved to her legs. He pounded at the large muscles of her thighs, massaging them with the deerskin falls of the flogger. She loved to watch him work but so often she was holding on to a St. Andrew’s Cross or lying on a spanking bench on her belly so she couldn’t see him. The position he’d chosen wasn’t normal, but she loved looking at him while he worked her over. There was an intensity in his eyes and his body moved like it did when he was dancing. He couldn’t help it. He’d been born with a natural grace that was infused in everything he did.
His wrist flicked and another delicious thud echoed through the room before he ran the vampire glove over her leg.
She couldn’t help her moan as he started just left of her pussy and worked his way all the way to her toes. She yelped a bit as he playfully ran the exposed tacks over the tender bottom of her feet.
“Little brat thinks she’ll always get what she wants, does she?” Simon asked, his voice a wicked growl.
All she really wanted was him, so yes, she thought she would get what she wanted. If the crazy erection he was sporting was any evidence at all, it wouldn’t be too long. Still, she knew the game he wanted to play. She bit her bottom lip and gave him her widest-eyed stare. “No, Master. I just want to please you.”
He grabbed the pillow her head wasn’t resting on. He tossed aside the vampire glove. “Hold your hips up.”
Now her eyes were wide because she wasn’t sure what he was doing. She did it anyway. If he wanted a little creative torture, she would go with it. She planted her feet on the mattress and forced her hips up. Her leg seized, but Simon was right there.
He shoved the pillow under her ass and then helped her down, his big hands easing the tension from her leg. “I swear I’ll have you in a yoga class if it’s the last thing I do.”
She sighed because it always felt so good when his hands were on her, strong fingers stroking all the pain away. She would pretty much do anything he wanted. He couldn’t know how crazy that was. “Yes. Just name the time and place and I’ll do it.”
A frown passed over his face, but he seemed to shut it down. He got to her feet and placed one in between his hands. Warmth encased her. “Do you know what I want from you tonight?”
“Pillow sex?” It finally hit her why he’d done it. “My ass. You want my ass.”
He brought her foot to his lips and kissed the arch. “Yes. I’m going to take you there and I’m going to make you like it. But not until you’re begging me for it.”
“You like to make me beg,” she groused. “How about I just beg for it now?”
He lightly bit her foot, making her jump. “Brat. I’m in charge. This happens when I want it and how I want it, and don’t you dare forget it.”
He dropped her foot and stood up, his hands going to the knot of his tie. She watched him as he undid the tie and then unbuttoned his vest and dress shirt. Inch after inch of gorgeous skin was uncovered. She watched as sculpted muscles moved, divesting himself of the clothes he damn straight wasn’t going to need.
He settled the shirt, tie, and vest on the dresser and then turned to his kit.
“Shouldn’t I be on my belly?” She kind of thought hands and knees were required to make this work.
“Questioning me again? For your information, I have you right where I want you and your commentary outside of screaming in pleasure and calling out my name is not required. Spread your legs.”
She swallowed as she noticed the plug in his hand. It was big. Really big. How the hell was that going to fit? But then it was probably a smidge smaller than Simon. She took a deep breath and spread her legs wide, keeping her feet flat on the mattress. It put her on full display. There was no question of where Simon’s eyes went. He stared at her for a moment, that massive plug in his hand. He stared at her pussy.
“It’s lovely. Do you know how pretty you are, love?”
It was hard to feel self-conscious when he was whispering reverentially about how gorgeous her girl parts were. “No, babe. I haven’t taken a mirror down there lately.”
His eyes lit up. “Oh, I can change that.”
He grabbed his kit and came back with it, setting it on the floor by the bed. He settled a towel next to her and placed the plug and what looked to be regular old, wouldn’t-have-her-anus-screaming lube on top of it. She breathed a sigh of relief. And then she grimaced because the bastard apparently carried around a damn mirror.
“I want you to look at yourself.”
“Come on, Simon.”
He reached up and tweaked a nipple, sending a nice bite of pain flaring through her system. “Who’s in charge?”
He was and he seemed damn intent on reminding her. “You are, Master.”
He brought the mirror between her legs. “Then look. I want you to watch.”
The mirror had a flap that came out and allowed it to sit on the bed between her legs. Sure enough, she could see the folds of her pussy and beyond. Because the pillow gave her height, she could see the little pucker of her asshole. Between the pillow behind her back and the one under her butt, she could see the whole show.
Simon lay beside her, his hand on her belly. “Isn’t it pretty? Do you want me to tell you all the things I love about it? I can show you now. Look at how this pretty pussy flowers open for me.”
His hand slid down and she had to catch her breath as his fingers slid through her labia. She could see how his fingers moved over her delicate flesh. It was another type of dance, and naturally Simon knew all the moves. Pearly fluid pulsed from her core, coating his fingers and making it easy for him to slip against her flesh.
He dipped a finger in. Just one. So much less than she needed. She was aching and empty without his cock. “I love your cunt.” He rotated that single finger deep inside her. “Do you know what it feels like when this cunt locks down around my cock?”
The temperature in the room seemed to rise with every nasty, hot word that came from his mouth.
She shook her head.
“It’s as close to heaven as I’ve ever gotten.” His hand moved again, that finger fucking deep and then drawing back out. “Look at all that cream.”
Her arousal coated his finger. “You do this to me. I never did this before.”
“You didn’t know how hot you could get. Now you do.” He pulled out and brought his finger to his mouth, sucking the juice off it before leaning down. “Taste yourself.”
He brought his lips to hers, and she could taste the lingering arousal. Tangy, just the slightest hint of something sweet. His tongue swept over her lips and met hers. Their tongues played for a sweet moment and then she gasped when she felt his fingers on her clit.
“Oh, Simon.” She tried to hold herself still, but it was hard.
Simon’s head turned down, his eyes on the mirror. “Yes, I love this little jewel, too. Look at it. It’s all ruby red and ripe for the plucking. Look at how it swells for me.”
Her clitoris was on display, poking out of its hood and begging for the attention of his thumb, his teeth, his tongue. It didn’t matter. She just wanted him to touch her, but he kept skirting around the nubbin. Pure torture. He was trying to make her crazy.
“Please, Simon.”
His thumb did a long slow circle around her clit. Pressure was building inside. She couldn’t help but squirm. “Please what, love?”
“Please touch me.”
With a naughty grin, he very gently touched the tip of his finger to her swollen clit. Barely any pressure. If she hadn’t been watching in the mirror, she wouldn’t have known he’d done it at all. “There.”
Bastard. “Harder, please. Please, Master. I need more.”
“Then ask for what you really want, brat.”
He never gave her an inch. “I want you to touch my clit and make me come. Please, Simon. I can’t breathe.”
“Tell me this is the prettiest pu
ssy you’ve ever seen.” He pulled apart the petals of her sex, showing her in the mirror everything she had to offer him. “Tell me you understand how beautiful it is.”
“It is the only pussy I’ve ever seen quite like this so yes, it’s very pretty and I think it’s beautiful because you love it. Anything you love has to be beautiful, Simon.”
“I’ll take that. Now watch what happens when I play with that clit.” His thumb found her clitoris again, but this time he was serious. He pressed two fingers into her pussy, fucking in and out while his thumb pressed hard on her clit.
The orgasm flashed through her like lightning striking metal. It started in her core, but sizzled along her every nerve ending. She kept her eyes open, watching even as she cried out. She watched as his fingers came out saturated with her juice, her arousal and orgasm making every inch of her flesh look dewy with cream.
“See, beautiful.” He licked her off his fingers again, and she let her head drop back.
She wasn’t sure how beautiful she really was, but he made her feel that way. As the languor from the orgasm spread through her, she had only one thought.
She would do anything to stay with him. To never leave him.
* * * *
Simon glanced at the clock. It was hours and hours before dawn, but time seemed to be moving at the speed of light. This was possibly his last night with her. He wanted to make it count.
He licked the last of her orgasm off his fingertips. He loved the way she tasted. Feminine and delicate, with a hint of sweetness and a whole lot of spice. Perfection. He could eat her pussy for hours and still not be full, but that wasn’t his goal tonight.
He wanted that sweet little hole.
He glanced down her body and looked at her through the mirror. She’d been an obedient girl, keeping her legs spread wide so he could see. Her pussy was beautifully swollen, a testament to how hard she’d come. Her labia was engorged and a lovely combination of peach and ruby red, but her arsehole was still tight and puckered and pink.