Cards of Love: Page of Swords
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I straighten up and walk as delicately as I can manage.
Once I’m in position, he circles around me and trails a finger down my spine. “Beautiful.”
I tremble as his touch pauses at the tulle skirt, then lifts. When it returns, it’s between my legs. Rude and promising at the same time. I gasp as his fingers dip into my slippery heat. Already wet. Already aching.
Then he slides one digit back to my tiniest hole and circles it. I shiver. Yes, please.
But it’s not going to be that easy.
“On second thoughts…” His touch disappears. “Put your ankle up on the barre and bend over and rest your wrist on it.”
After I return to the barre, he pulls a long pink ribbon from his back pocket, because he was prepared for this, clearly, and binds my wrist and ankle to the wood, tying the ribbon off in a big bow.
“Don’t move.”
As if.
I watch him in the mirror as he opens the middle drawer of the cabinet against the adjacent wall and pulls out lube and his favourite buttplug. The one that has four bulges, each bigger than the last. The one that I have a love-hate relationship with. I hate it because it’s always so hard to take that last bulge, but love it because it means Bas is going make my world explode in the best possible way.
Flipping open the lid on the lube, he squirts a generous amount on the top of the plug, then swirls it down and around until he reaches the third bulge, then sets the bottle on top of the cabinet.
He catches me watching in the mirror and smiles. “Do you want to come, little one?”
“Yes, please.”
He doesn’t respond until he’s behind me again.
“You’re going to have to work for it,” he says as he presses the tip of the plug against my back hole.
That first bulge always slides in so easily.
Deceitful little fucker.
The second is only a little stretch.
Number three creates a bit of a burn, but Bas is a firm believer in too much lube is almost enough, so it’s bearable.
Sucking in a deep breath, I close my eyes and prepare to take the last one. As the pressure increases, I exhale slowly. Normally, I’d push into it, but my current predicament makes that impossible. I can’t hold back the groan when the last bulge finally pops through.
Bas leans over my back, grinding his erection against the base of the plug as he pinches one of my nipples and tugs that breast further out of the corset. My clit throbs.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my ear, repeating the gesture on the other breast before cupping both of them and giving me a good, hard squeeze.
Those words always send a warm shiver down my spine. The added nip at my earlobe along with another hard tweak of my nipples send me straight to my happy place.
I take a deep breath and focus the last bit of my non-buzzy conscious thoughts on staying upright. My standing leg is shaking. All of me is shaking.
The tell-tale buzz of a vibrator penetrates my consciousness just before it touches my clit. But it doesn’t stay there long. Bas takes the vibe away just as I think I could come like this. Apparently, when he said I have to work for it, he meant more than just the battle of the bulges.
I don’t know how much I’m going to be able to withstand. Normally, when he edges me, I’m not so precariously situated.
Breathe, Meadow. Stay standing.
The vibrator returns, and I want nothing more than to come, even though I know that’s not going to happen. Which probably makes me want it even more.
I whine when he takes it away again. It’s such evil torture.
“Patience, little one.”
Translation: Whine again and I’ll take even longer to make you come. So I quiet my mind and my mouth and let him torture me because it makes us both happy.
It feels like forever and a million lost orgasms when Bas finally unties my ankle and wrist. I’m buzzing hard and a lovely mess of scrambled feelings. He drapes the ribbons over the barre, then turns to me. Cupping my chin, he kisses me long and slow, stoking my already burning need. “Very good. You took that beautifully. Thank you.”
I smile as he strokes his hands over my outfit. “This was a fun surprise.”
“I like to remember that night.”
“Me, too,” I say softly.
He stops in front of me and strokes my cheek. “But it’s time for us to be naked now, yes?”
I nod. “Please.”
He strips me out of the corset first, then the skirt. He stops there and looks down at my fishnet clad legs. Through his jeans, I can see his erection straining. “Leave the stockings and boots on. Go lie on the bed on your back, arms above your head.”
I hurry across the room, not bothering to hide my eagerness. I don’t think I could ever play it cool, but definitely not with a giant plug in my ass and my thighs slick with anticipation. I want every orgasm Bas has to offer, and I want them as soon as he’s willing to give them.
As soon as I’m still on the bed, Bas approaches. “You were very patient,” he says with a warm smile. “Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He pulls the ribbon from behind his back—when did he grab it?—and the vibrator, too. “Catch,” he says, lobbing the latter gently beside me on the bed.
I don’t move, and he chuckles.
“So well behaved,” he murmurs, leaning over me. He sears my mouth with a kiss before picking up the vibrator and pressing it into my hand. “I was going to tie you up again here, but now I have a better idea. Use this on yourself. Don’t come, just get close.”
I’m already close, but he’s taught me a lot about riding that edge. I’ve always done something similar when masturbating, but Bas has the pervy equivalent of advanced degrees in orgasm manipulation.
And I have been his eager student.
Once he’s naked, he kneels between my legs and covers my body with his big, heavy warmth. His mouth covers my nipple and he sucks on it. The long, hard pulls combined with the low hum of the vibrator push me ever closer to the edge, but I want him inside me when I come.
“Bas, please.”
He crawls a little farther up my body and the tip of his erection presses against my entrance.
He grips my jaw in his hand. Gentle but firm, and his expression is the same. “Ask me nicely. And make it filthy, little one.”
I smile against his touch. “Please fuck me, Bas. Hold me down and take me hard.”
“Perfect,” he growls as he pushes the head in. And oh, that ache, immediately, because my bottom is still rudely taken up by that plug he loves so much. Before I can adjust, he snaps his hips forward until his entire length is buried deep inside my body. Another gasp, so good, before he’s withdrawing and plunging in again.
Each thrust briefly presses the vibrator harder against my clit, then drives deeper against the plug, and I was a good girl. I got myself close.
So it doesn’t take long for him to push me over the edge. As his rhythm picks up, my orgasm rips through me. And he’s right behind me. Just as the final tremors subside and I turn to a puddle of happy goo, Bas finds his own release deep inside my body.
I’m vaguely aware of him moving away, then coming back, but it’s not until he begins to unlace my boots that his voice penetrates my sex-drunk haze. “Come on, little one. I promised you a bath and it’s ready and waiting for you.”
When he’s done undressing me, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom. The last thing is a gentle removal of the plug, which he washes in the sink as I look around.
There’s a bottle of red wine and two half-filled glasses on the small table next to the tub. This giant ensuite bathroom with a soaker for two was another brilliant modification Bas made when we combined the two apartments.
He climbs in first and I follow, settling between his legs and leaning against his chest while his thick cock presses into the small of my back.
He hands me a glass of wine, then pi
cks up his own. His free hand lazily strokes up and down my front, occasionally cupping my breast or tweaking a nipple.
I may be used again tonight.
He might wring me out completely.
I smile and close my eyes. I’m such a lucky girl.
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If you enjoyed this story, read Ellie and Gavin’s story in Prime Minister, currently available! And coming soon, Bull of the Woods, Addison Greer’s story. Turn the page for more about those books, and the other stories in the Cards of Love 2018 series!
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Gavin:
Ellie Montague is smart, sensitive, and so gorgeous it hurts to look at her. She’s also an intern in my office. The office of the Prime Minister of Canada.*
That’s me. The PM.
She calls me that because when she calls me Sir I get hard and she gets flustered, and as long as she’s my intern, I can’t twist my hands in her strawberry-blonde hair and show her what else I’d like her to do with that pretty pink mouth.**
Ellie:
How much I like the PM varies on a daily basis. He’s intense, controlling, and a perfectionist in every way—and he demands the same of his staff.
How much I want him never wavers.
There’s something about him that tugs at me deep inside, and makes me wish that just once he’d cross the line in a late night work session. I’d take that secret to the grave if it meant I got a taste of the barely restrained beast inside him.***
FOOTNOTES:
* This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
** Except it’s a BDSM romance, so they were hurt a little.
*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.
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Jack:
The last person I expect to see in an Ottawa dungeon is Addison Greer.
Mine.
She hasn’t been that in four years, but I still remember how perfect it was between us.
Addison:
They call him the Bull of the Woods, because he made his first billion on lumber. Last I heard, he owned an NHL team in Vancouver, which is the main reason I avoid the west coast.
So when Jack Benton strolls back into my life at the point I finally decide to search for a new Master…
I’m not ready for him.
Not that I ever could be.
He was the only Dom to have my heart. And he broke it.
Jack:
I want a second chance.
And I always get what I want.
THE RULES:
* Itch-scratching only. No feelings allowed.
* No re-hashing the past.
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