by Christa Wick
“Kate.” He stared, wondering if he had fallen asleep on the couch and her visit was only a dream. He smiled softly, realizing she would be naked already if this were a dream. Yeah, definitely naked with her strong legs wrapped around his hips and her breasts pressed against his face as she rode his cock.
Reaching out, Griffin pulled her across the threshold and into his arms. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and tried not to squeeze too hard. “I thought something was wrong.”
“No.” She curled her hands against his chest. “The guard said I was on your full access list, so he unlocked the elevator.”
Griffin stroked the underside of Katelyn’s chin, drawing her gaze up to his face. “I meant the end of our call. It was — abrupt.”
He watched as she closed her eyes. She nodded, a light pink flushing her cheeks.
His stomach tightened. If he had messed up again, why was she there, in that little black raincoat and those spice-colored pumps?
She looked achingly hot. The small drool of pre-cum wetting the head of his dick reminded him just how much time had passed since he had been sheathed in her soft, swollen folds.
“Tell me.” Fighting the impulse to strip the coat from her, he choked the order out. “I’ll fix it.”
Katelyn opened her eyes and shook her head. “Can’t fix stupid.”
A fat tear slid down her cheek. He felt like she had just reached into his chest and ripped his heart out. His grip on her tightened. “Love, I can change.”
Another shake of her head, more tears. He pressed his lips together, trying not to react badly. She couldn’t move on from something he had done — Amanda, the faked indifference, his luring her to the office and trying to throw more money at her. Whatever it was, he had no chance of remedying it until she told him. If she didn’t, he might lose her all over again.
Permanently.
“Please, baby.” He braced himself, anticipating her retreat and planning against it.
Katelyn pressed closer to him, her arms fighting his so that she could slip her hands around his waist and hug him back. “I couldn’t stop running. I’m sorry.”
As uncertain of her feelings as he had ever been, Griffin listened. He stroked her hair, refusing to draw a single breath until he learned whether she had come to say one last good-bye.
“I wanted so many times to be here with you.” She buried her face against his chest, her tears penetrating the fabric to wet his skin. “So many of the things we talked about shouldn’t have been said over the phone. We should have been holding one another. It’s my fault we weren’t.”
Griffin sucked a ragged breath in. Bending his knees for a second, he braced his arms beneath Katelyn’s bottom and lifted. She responded immediately by wrapping her arms and legs around his body. He toed the door shut then kissed her neck.
“I need you to lock it, baby.”
Katelyn flipped the lock then snuggled into Griffin as he carried her deeper into the penthouse. Halfway to the couch, she stopped him. “That doesn’t look like your bed.”
He swallowed, felt a fresh surge of blood shoot through his cock.
Her lips nuzzled his throat, her thighs flexing to squeeze him to her. “I want to sleep in your bed tonight.”
“Sleep, love?” His heart had stopped in his chest again. He felt her lips move up his throat to kiss just below his ear. For the first time ever, he heard Katelyn giggle — just a small burst of joy, almost girlish and utterly sexy.
“Well,” she said and kissed him again. “In a manner of speaking.”
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Her feet touching the ground, Katelyn Montgomery unwound her arms from around her husband’s neck.
“No peeking,” he warned and moved away to shut and lock the door.
A quiver of anticipation ran through her. Griffin had spent three months renovating this wing of the estate to expand the room in which they now stood.
He had consulted her on the colors and a few pieces of furniture, but the bed and several special modifications had remained a secret.
Thinking of the modifications, a warm thrill ran down her spine. While workers had been brought in to knock out the walls and refinish the flooring, he had done the rest on his own to ensure the kinky details of their bedroom remained out of the press.
Katelyn felt Griffin step in front of her and then his lips brushed against hers. She heard the click of a remote followed by a mechanical sound above her head. The noise growing closer, she tensed.
“Don’t worry, love. It will stop well above your head.”
Trusting him completely, she relaxed. The noise stopped and then Griffin raised one of her arms above her head. She felt leather wrap around the wrist and recognized the feel of the antique cuffs that had triggered her first encounter with Griffin. Need shooting through her pussy, Katelyn licked her lips.
“Eager?” His voice caressed her forehead as he raised and secured her other arm.
“Very.” She wasn’t afraid or too proud to admit it. Tonight was beyond special.
It was their first night as Griffin and Katelyn Montgomery. In a few days, they would leave for a month-long honeymoon that would stretch from Europe to Asia.
Their wedding and reception, both held on the estate, had finished an hour ago and it was time for their real binding ceremony — not just as husband and wife, but as dominant and submissive.
“So beautiful, Kate.” Cupping her face, he gently claimed her mouth. Moving behind her, he ran his lips across her shoulders then removed the blindfold.
Directly in front of her stood their new bed. Sculpted bronze and designed by Griffin, the headboard and footboard were free flowing seaweed. Her eyes traced the sensuous shape of the bulbous air bladders and the discreet way Griffin had worked into the design a dozen plus spots to attach a carabiner. He would be able to keep her arms and legs spread in whatever arrangement pleased him.
She took another lick of her lip then froze as her gaze landed on the nightstand on either side of the bed. Continuing the oceanic theme were two lamps. She sucked a breath in. “Are those
“
Dropping the question, she shook her head. They would not be the same ones, of course.
Tilting Katelyn’s head back, Griffin kissed her before answering. “They are, love. I had them tracked down by their serial numbers.”
She sucked another breath in, fat tears landing on her cheeks when she blinked.
She nodded. Of course he had found them — he knew how much they meant to her.
Remembering the look that had crossed Griffin’s face when she admitted to selling the lamps to stay afloat during their courtship by phone, she realized she should have expected him to search them out.
Letting her tears communicate her gratitude, she angled her head back and looked at the contraption above her. “Wow.”
Griffin chuckled as Katelyn’s gaze outlined the suspension beam and the pulley system that would disappear into the dropped ceiling with a click of the remote.
“There’s much more,” he teased and pressed another button. To her right, a panel slid along the wall. He walked toward it as an X-frame rolled forward from the dark beyond the panel. He manually adjusted the device, showing her how it moved from vertical to horizontal to upside down. Another adjustment increased its distance from the ground. The added feet in height would allow her to hang upside down with Griffin’s cock in her mouth and his face buried between her legs.
Oh yeah, she was going to enjoy the hell out of that.
Another click, another sliding panel. This one hid a trolley cart on wheels, its surface covered in abalone and bronze. She swallowed hard, the thought of all the toys concealed inside bringing a fresh flood of moisture to slick her thighs.
Opening the lid, Griffin pulled out a set of ankle cuffs and a folding spreader bar.
Dear Lord how she loved the spreader bar. Seeing it, her thighs began to shake and she whimpered. Standing in front of her once more, Griffin studied her
body’s reaction. His knowing gaze plucked at her nipples hiding beneath the thin gauzy tube of sea-green fabric she had changed into after everyone left.
She reciprocated his inspection. His torso and feet bare, he wore only a pair of tight leather pants of the same color as her dress. There was no button or zipper, just three brass snaps that ran in a diagonal from his crotch to his left hip. Beneath that front panel, his erection bulged.
He looked absolutely delicious and another mewl left her.
Sensing Katelyn desperately needed something to suck on, Griffin brought two fingers to her lips. She drew them into her mouth, the rest of her body beginning to squirm.
“Needy, love.”
She nodded lightly. Of course she was needy — he had seen to that, throwing himself into finishing the room and shuffling a month’s worth of work so that his attention would never have to leave her for long on their honeymoon. There was another reason for her neediness.
She moaned, her clit tingling with the need of discovery.
Griffin removed his fingers from her mouth and dropped to his knees. Placing the ankle cuffs and spreader bar on the floor, he inched the hem of her tube dress up. Her thighs flexed, the sensation magnified by that other reason he had given her.
Slowly separating her labia, Griffin exposed the piercing that ran vertically through her clitoral hood. She remembered the first time he had mentioned piercing her — the early morning after her fall on the estate grounds, when he had stayed with her through the night because the doctor wanted someone to check her every two hours. He had started that early morning wakeup with a plug in Katelyn’s ass, fucking it in and out of her as his mouth nuzzled her clit.
Tonguing, pinching, teasing, he had told her, “You’ll wear my ring here, pet.
I’ll tease you with ice to numb it, then cover you in rubies and pearls and my cum before I pierce it.”
He had done exactly that eight weeks ago then refrained from sexually touching her again while she healed. Griffin looked up, his eyes all smoldering and intense. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed this, pet?”
Katelyn crinkled her nose at him. She had missed it just as much — perhaps more judging by the way her pussy drooled all over her thighs.
Griffin ran his thumb over the ring. A lightning bolt of pleasure arced through her swollen clit. She had experimented in the last few weeks, never daring to disobey his prohibition but just enough to explore her sensitivity after the piercing. It was through the roof right then. Just that slight rub over his thumb over the piece of jewelry took her legs out from under her and set her thighs to quaking.
“Mmm-hmm.” He smiled up at her then reached for the cuffs. “I’m certain you’re not going to be able to keep your legs open on your own.”
“No,” she confessed. “I want you too much.”
He strapped one cuff around her ankle, hooked it to one end of the spreader. The other cuff followed, her feet forced about two feet apart. The new position ensured her arms were stretched high above her head.
Griffin stood and brought the trolley cart closer. He had neatly lined up the instruments of her surrender. Lube, nipple clamps, a small anal plug and a dildo, its size closely representative of Griffin’s impressive cock. Moving behind her, he uncapped the lube then started to tease Katelyn’s anus with a slick finger. His other hand reaching around front to her mound, he lightly teased the ring.
“Yes,” she gasped, body trembling from the intense pleasure after the long drought of forced abstinence. She would not last long with the things he was doing to her, but she had to last as long as he willed it. Tonight, her orgasm was his to command.
“I’m going to tongue that ring once I have the plug fitted in your snug little ass.”
The sensual promise of his voice washed over her flesh, plucking at her nipples and sending flesh bumps up her back.
The fingers up front slid down the seam of her cunt. “So wet already, love. I won’t make you wait too long the first time.”
Katelyn nodded, relieved. She did not want to be less than perfect on this of all nights. As if he could read her mind, Griffin brushed his lips down the side of her neck and reassured her. “You’re always perfect, love.”
She felt the narrow head of the small plug press against her anus. Forcing her sphincter to relax, she accepted it into her body with a light groan. Her clit bobbed, the ring shifting against his fingers. She cried out in pleasure.
Griffin gently nipped her ear. “Scream all you want, pet. No one will hear us.
Nothing will deny me your surrender.”
Yes! She panted through a few breaths, fighting to bring her body under something resembling control. It wouldn’t be easy. Now that Griffin had the plug in her, he had no intention of easing his sensual torment of her body.
He moved around front and dropped to his knees once more in worship of her pussy. He rubbed the back of his knuckles up the inside of her thighs. “Such powerful muscles, but they tremble like a newborn colt trying to stand.”
Katelyn knew it wasn’t an admonishment but an observation on how deeply he affected her. Relaxing her neck, she gazed down on him as his mouth drifted close to her mound. One hand slid over the top of her thigh and around her hip to grip one taut ass cheek. The other traced the line of her cunt, smoothed over her perineum then seized the base of the plug.
His tongue pushed past his lips, just the tip teasing the edge of the ring.
Griffin tugged at the base of the plug. White heat blazed through Katelyn’s body.
He whispered a command against her clit. “Let me hear how sensitive you are.”
He gave a little tug at both points, his teeth gently pulling the ring less than a centimeter as his fingers plucked at the object in her ass. She cried out, the sound sharp and high before it plunged to a visceral groan of need.
Taking upward licks against the ring, Griffin started to fuck her ass more vigorously. The plug pumped in and out, leaving her entirely before its smooth, cone-shaped tip forced her open again. Moans punctuated the writhing undulations of her torso and ass. She pumped back, her mound yearning towards his slick tongue and firm lips.
His other hand dropped from her hip. Fingers invaded her pussy, plunging upward three thick. A speed demon of desire, he did everything faster and harder.
And then everything stopped.
Katelyn looked down, her cheeks pinking as she realized she had almost tripped over the edge without his permission. He had goaded her to it, really — but that was no excuse. Blinking once, she gave a guilty lick of her lips.
His thumb slick from the dripping juices of her cunt, Griffin stroked a line up Katelyn’s clit. “You can come now, love, but you must do it quietly, or I will gag that pretty little mouth.”
She kept the pout from her lips. Eight months of engagement had followed their reconciliation — she knew the gag meant she would not be able to suck the thick cock lurking inside his tight leather pants. Eight weeks of not tasting him had been long enough.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promised.
The look in his eyes offered its own promise — he wouldn’t make it easy. He started the challenge with his own loud moans as his mouth found her clit once more. His lips formed a seal around the tender spine. His tongue moved inside his mouth to firmly stroke against the ring, his loud moans and their vibrations tearing at her willpower.
So did those little curling two-fingered strokes inside her cunt. The plug started to slide in and out of her ass, his mouth breaking contact each time the toy left her. He sucked air in each time his lips parted from her labia, making desperate erotic gasps that fueled even louder moans against her clit when he reformed the seal and plunged the plug back into her.
Oh god! Katelyn mewled and whimpered, her lips pressed tightly together to mute the sound. She breathed through her nose, the passion whipping through her forcing smaller and smaller intakes of air until she no longer drew breath and her body froze tight but for its violent t
rembling.
Katelyn exploded against Griffin’s mouth. His tongue dropped to catch the pleasure squirting from her. He swallowed, sucked, swallowed some more, his hands and tongue unrelenting until only the cuffs on her wrists held her body upright.
Head rolled back, eyes closed, she twitched.
Griffin detached the spreader bar and removed the ankle cuffs. He brought her legs together, forcing her to support her weight. Returning to the trolley, he palmed the nipple clamps and removed a pair of small scissors from a side drawer. In front of her once more, he drew the scissors up through the fabric, slowly following an invisible line through the center. The last strand cut, the fabric dropped to pool around her ankles.
He leaned in, his body brushing against hers as his hand moved behind her to toss the scissors into the top tray of the trolley. Pulling back, he tested the readiness of her nipples. Squirming, Katelyn bit at her lip. She loved having them on, loved the way they supercharged the sensitivity of her flesh and his gentle suckling of her nipples when he removed the clamps. She could have him suckle her for hours, his cock rock hard inside her, the gentlest of movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.
Nuzzling Katelyn’s neck, Griffin inhaled deeply. “I love you, Kate.”
She mirrored the sentiment in a tight whisper.
Dipping his head, he sucked one nipple into his mouth in preparation of the clamp. She melted at the contact. Her knees bent as weakness washed through her.
She loved his mouth. All these many months of pleasure and she still couldn’t get enough, wishing she could crawl inside his skin and remain there 24/7.
He released her with a gentle slurp and then his hands went to work on securing the clamp to her flesh. He repeated the process with the second clamp. Even with her feet on the ground and her arms secured above her head, Katelyn managed to float. Knowing all the many pleasures that remained, her mind hovered above everything.
The clamps in place, Griffin pressed his body against hers and wrapped one strong arm around the small of her back. “Flying already, love.”