by Brooks, JB
“Oh god, Mason! Are you tied to the headboard? What’s going on here?”
He growled. “Bloody George and Edna did this to me so that you’d get a fair chance to have your say, and I’d have to listen to you.” Sarcasm dripped from every word. “Now that I have, perhaps you’d be so kind as to cut me free?”
He raised his hand, sliding it up the headboard, to reveal the thin band of plastic looped around his wrist and through a smaller band that encircled the wooden slat. His skin looked raw, red, and swollen where it had chafed.
“These are cable ties so you’ll need scissors. They’re in the top drawer of the tallboy.”
She put down the pink bag next to the bed, found the scissors, and came back to his side, but then she hesitated.
“Will you stay here and speak with me if I let you loose?” she asked suspiciously.
He didn’t answer immediately. She put the scissors down on the bedside table.
“Damn it, Evelyn, cut the bloody things! What are you doing?”
“We still need to talk. Please think, Mason! Why in the world would I come back if I didn’t love you? My entire life is in Brisbane. There’s nothing for me here except you. I got your text, so there’s no point in denying how you feel about me. You sent it just this morning, so your emotions can’t have disappeared into thin air. We need to fix this somehow.”
“I’m not sure we can. There’s no trust anymore.”
“There is trust,” she insisted. “There’s my trust in you. I trusted you even when I thought I hated you, and I let you do things to me that I’d never done before. Now that I know I love you, it’s even stronger, and I’m going to prove it to you.”
He laughed, a short, bitter sound. “How, for god’s sake? I’m not going to do anything to you that you need to trust me for! I’m not laying a finger on you!”
She hoped she’d heard a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Hmm. Then it’s just as well I left you tied up.”
“Evelyn, no! Don’t even think about it!” His voice rang with command, and she almost listened, almost lost her nerve. But instead she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it slowly up, over her head.
***
Mason’s heart pounded. Of course he still loved her. And he wanted her with a desperation that left him reeling. If he wasn’t tied to the bed, he would have run—there was no other way he could resist her.
But he was so afraid. In his deepest private thoughts, he admitted to himself that he was terrified of having his heart broken again; terrified of the pain and utter helplessness. The taste of heartbreak that he’d had today, after reading her letter, brought it all back to him. After Bianca… He’d relived the heart-wrenching anxiety, the memory of unending sleepless nights when loneliness made the silence scream and echo in his ears, the twisting stabs of pain from his own unguarded thoughts, and the sense of incompleteness that tortured him like phantom aches from an amputated limb. No, he didn’t deal with heartbreak well.
And now Evelyn was back, and she said that she loved him. Did he dare to believe her? Could she really have fallen in love with him so fast, after what happened on the night of The Chase? He could fall in love that quickly, he knew. For him, love could happen in a bittersweet moment and last forever. But he was different. He loved more deeply than most, more possessively, more completely. It made him the man he was, profoundly passionate and fathomlessly committed to the one who belonged to him. That was why he had to be more careful with his heart.
He wanted to trust Evelyn, he really did. Now that she stood before him, he could see the regret in her eyes and the desperate hope that he’d believe her. Her words rang with truth. Why would she come back, if not for him? She’d been free, and she’d returned. It was exactly what he’d prayed for. But he was deeply shaken at the ease with which she’d deceived him before, and how quick he’d been to believe her, because he wanted it to be true. If only he could be sure…
His lust raged as she stripped off her little dress. His cock had been hard from the moment she walked in the room in those high-heeled shoes. His body didn’t care about his doubts and fears. It wanted one thing—to sink into her, claim her inside and out, and bind her to him forever with his unique brand of pleasure and pain.
She stood in her underwear, her magnificent breasts cradled high in the skimpy bra, her pale skin gleaming through the black lace, the circles of her areolas a dark, alluring shadow under the shifting patterns. Her panties, a scrap of black filigree, barely hid her curls, with delicate strands of fabric disappearing over her flawless, rounded hips.
Carnal animalism rose within him, clawing at his gut, demanding satiation. His fingers dug into the mattress, and the pain at his bound wrists vanished at the surge of adrenaline and testosterone that flooded his body.
She turned her back to him and bent from the hips to unbuckle the delicate ankle straps of her silver heels, deliberately displaying her ass, taunting him. Although scanty, the triangle of her panties covered far too much for his liking, hiding her core from his avid gaze. She took her time with the task, allowing him plenty of opportunity to fantasize about stripping away the annoying barrier and sinking his cock into first one tantalizing opening and then the other.
By the time she stood up and turned to face him once more, he knew his expression would betray him. One look would tell her that she was playing with fire—what she had awakened would consume them both.
Her eyes widened in response when she met his stare, but instead of running from him, which was the only wise course, she approached the bed and climbed onto it on her knees. She didn’t touch him, but stopped an arm’s length away.
“I want you to want me,” she said.
“I do. Too much.”
“I want to give you something.”
“What?” he breathed. He couldn’t imagine what she meant, but he could smell her arousal, a hint of musk beneath her clean, fresh perfume.
“Something I know you want.”
She turned away from him again and pulled her panties down over the globes of her buttocks. Then she leaned on her hands, legs slightly parted, allowing him to see what had been hidden from his gaze before.
Allowing him to see the smooth, softly gleaming base of the butt plug nestled between the cheeks of her ass, just above the glistening lips of her pussy.
The implications bombarded his mind like a meteor shower. She wanted him to take her that way. She had never been touched there, but she’d tried to prepare herself for him. It meant that on the deepest level, she understood his need to possess her by every possible means, his wish—no, his requirement—that she should deny him nothing of herself. And she acceded.
She was offering him the ultimate requital.
All he had to do was trust her with his heart.
***
He said nothing, leaving her on her hands and knees so long that she started to shake, and tears of frustration filled her eyes. She’d failed. She’d offered him her trump card, but he didn’t want it. He didn’t want her. She didn’t know what to do.
“Evvy?” His voice was thick, but he used his nickname for her. A tiny flicker of hope sparked in her heart.
“Mason?”
“Turn around. Look at me.”
She shuffled around to face him. His eyes were dark with passion, but filled with an unreadable emotion.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Very.”
“There’s no turning back, you know. I’ll never let you go again.”
“You can keep me tied up.” A fluttering in her chest, a bubble of lightness, fought its way free of all the angst.
“I will, often. You’ll love it.”
“I know I will. But right now, you’re the one who’s tied up.”
“Yes.” His pupils were enormous. “Kiss me, Evvy.”
She pulled her panties the rest of the way off and climbed onto him, straddling his denim-covered thighs, and caressed his hair out of his eyes. Th
en she touched her lips to his, brushing them to and fro. He growled.
“Kiss me properly or there’ll be consequences.”
“Yes, Mace.”
She sealed her lips to his and parted them, sending her tongue out to seek for his. He sucked it into the hot recesses of his mouth. She rocked herself against the hard ridge of his cock under his jeans, stimulating her clit and nudging the butt plug, groaning against his lips.
He tilted his head and took control of the kiss, sweeping in to claim what was his. She welcomed his exploration, eager to please, sucking his tongue and opening her mouth wider when he increased the pressure against her lips. When they were both breathless, he pulled back.
“Now unbutton my shirt.”
She obeyed with eager fingers, spreading the halves open to reveal the powerful muscles of his chest and abdomen.
“I want you to kiss my chest and my nipples the way you’d like me to kiss you. Show me what you like, Evvy. Don’t be shy.”
She ran her hands over his smooth skin. He was a feast, a banquet, but she was shy. She lowered her head and licked at a nipple then ran her mouth across to the other.
“Christ, you’re tickling me, woman,” he shouted, choking back a laugh. “Surely you don’t want me to do that to you? It’s torture!”
She bit him, hard, then opened her mouth over the flat disk of his nipple, sucking powerfully, drawing him in and rasping the flat of her tongue over him. She played with his other nipple with her fingers, tweaking it and pulling it until he convulsed with sensation. She increased the pressure and the suction mercilessly, remembering the satisfying stimulation of the clamps and the clothes pegs on her own breasts, and letting him know that she liked it hard.
She sucked and bit her way across his pecs with abandon, rubbing her face against him, the smell of his skin driving her wild.
“Enough,” he groaned when she snaked her hand between her legs to touch herself. “No touching yourself. You’ll come by my hand, when I’m ready to release you.”
“You’re so damn bossy! You’re the one who needs to be released, remember!”
He grinned, seeming unconcerned by his predicament. “All in good time. I want to taste you, Evvy. Come stand on the bed. Feed me your pussy.”
Her cunt twisted with arousal at his lewd instructions, and she scrambled to her feet on the mattress, moving to stand over him.
“You’re too high. Spread your legs wider and lower yourself to my mouth.” He leaned his head back comfortably as she held on to the headboard and parted her legs until she was positioned to his satisfaction.
“Perfect. I can even see your butt plug. Stay like that and don’t move.”
She was poised for his invasion, open, vulnerable.
His hot breath rushed over her skin and then his tongue was on her, delving into her cleft, licking the juices off her inflamed skin. Her found her clit and dragged his tongue over it in a long rasp then rubbed and flicked at it with light, rapid strokes. She bore it as long as she could. When her hips started jerking involuntarily, he drew back.
“I said no moving, little sub. Do you want me to restrain you? I have ways to keep you in position so that you can’t move no matter what I do to you. Some of them aren’t very comfortable. All of them are quite humiliating. Would you like that? Answer me!”
She didn’t know what to say. It sounded terrible, but she thought she might. Eventually she shook her head, but moisture throbbed from her cunt.
“Your body betrays you,” he murmured. “Come back here. Tilt your hips forward… I want to get my tongue into you. And. Do. Not. Move.”
He divided his attentions between her channel and her clit, inflaming her passion and holding her on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like hours, until her trembling legs could support her weight no longer.
“Very good, little sub. You have some stamina. Now straddle me again, and lick my face clean.”
His lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening with her secretions. She hesitated.
“Do it. Now. Taste yourself on my skin. Taste what I taste.”
She lapped at him, feeling the catch of his stubble as she licked around his mouth. She was hopelessly aroused, and every outrageous command pushed her closer to the brink. He captured her licking mouth and kissed her, adding his own heady flavor to the mix.
When he released her, they were both breathless.
“Take your breasts out, Evelyn. Pull them over the top of the bra and hold them for me while I kiss them.”
She did as he instructed, pushing the cups of her bra under her throbbing flesh and kneeling up to bring them to his face.
“When I’m busy with one, you must play with the other. Roll the nipple between your fingers and tug it. Do it hard.”
He engulfed her within his mouth, suckling powerfully, mimicking what she’d done to him earlier. Twin currents of arousal ran to her pussy and she writhed, head flung back, her empty channel clenching, the involuntary movement transmitting itself to the butt plug.
It was all too much. With a sharp cry, she drew away and groped blindly for the zipper of his jeans. She needed him to fill her, to fuck her until she came.
“Evelyn.” He said it twice before his voice broke through the fog of desire that clouded her mind.
“Evelyn! It’s time to cut the cable ties.”
She stared blankly at him, her fingers freezing on his zipper.
“Cut me free, Evvy, and I’ll make you come. You want to come, don’t you?”
God, yes, she was desperate for it! With jerky movements, she got off his lap, retrieved the scissors, and cut one hand free. Wincing slightly at the raw chafing around his wrist, he took the scissors from her and made quick work of releasing his other hand.
He got to his feet, stripped off his open shirt, and started undoing his pants.
“Evelyn, come here and kneel near the side of the bed. We need to get that butt plug out.”
She arranged herself on her elbows and knees at the edge of the mattress, his hands on her waist guiding her into position to best offer him access to her ass. Then he stepped out of his jeans and almost overbalanced when he stood on the pink plastic bag that she’d left on the floor. He picked it up.
“What is this?”
She was too aroused to be embarrassed. “It’s stuff I bought at the sex shop where I got the plug. Condoms and things. I brought it in case we needed to use them.”
He dipped into the bag.
“A vibrator! That’ll come in handy. And lube.” He quickly put everything on the bedside table except the vibrator, which he turned on and handed to her.
“Use it on your clit, but don’t come. If you feel you’re close, take it away. Don’t disobey me, little sub.”
She shifted her weight, parting her legs more, so that she could balance on one elbow and reach between her legs with the other hand to hold the vibrator against her bud. Within moments she drew it away, feeling an onrushing orgasm. She was desperate to come, but she didn’t dare go against Mason’s instructions. He was free and potent, and she craved what he could give her.
He stepped up behind her, smoothing warm hands over the cheeks of her ass then spreading them to examine her more closely.
“You’re a pretty sight, little sub.” His husky voice caressed her senses. “I think I’m going to fuck you a little first, then take the plug out. It’ll be tight because of the double penetration, but I reckon you can handle it.”
She wiggled her bottom at him. If only he’d hurry up and make her come!
He spread her cunt lips wider with his fingers and positioned the broad, blunt head of his cock at her opening.
“Keep still now. I don’t want to hurt you and this is going to be a snug fit.”
He wrapped his fingers around her hips and eased the tip of his cock inside her. The moment she felt him press open the entrance to her sheath, her thoughts scattered. She focused solely on the sensation of him forging a path into her channel. The overwhelmin
g impression was one of incredible tightness, of being forcefully penetrated. The feeling of intense pressure extended to her ass as he inched his way deeper, pressing against the glass plug through the thin separating walls inside her body.
He began to rock his hips, working his hard flesh inward in a series of mini-thrusts that left her keening and clawing at the sheet. He gave her no slack to ease away, holding firmly on to her hips as he skewered her mercilessly. He took her to her limit and beyond, where the fullness turned to pain, and just as she was about to cry out in protest, he lunged forward to the hilt.
“F-fuck! Tight!” he gritted out, and she felt his body jerk. His breath came in harsh gasps.
“Just keep still. You’ll adjust.” His grip was relentless.
He held her impaled on his cock for an interminable time, and the pain subsided, her muscles easing and adapting to his girth. He must have felt it, because the moment that pain turned to pleasure, he began to move in long, measured strokes, each entry and exit jostling the butt plug. The double stimulation was exquisitely acute and unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
Mason began to manipulate the glass toy, slowly twisting and tugging it, never breaking his rhythm.
An orgasm of alarming magnitude was building in her abdomen and she was suddenly afraid of the raw power and physicality that was about to overwhelm her. She struggled, trying to crawl forward, away from the unrelenting incitement, but he held her trapped.
“Oh no you don’t,” he growled. “Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”
His words unleashed the flood that burst the dam wall and her climax rushed over her like a giant wave, drowning her and setting her free at the same time. In the midst of her cataclysmic contractions, Mason withdrew the plug in a single smooth stroke then held her close, curving his body over hers, until the tempest subsided and she floated weightlessly on calm waters.
***
When he felt her body go limp, Mason tumbled them gently sideways so that their heads landed on a pillow, and spooned his body along her back. His cock was still hard in her sheath. It had taken every ounce of self-control that he possessed, but he hadn’t come, although she hadn’t noticed his restraint through the intensity of her own orgasm. Her inner muscles were lax around his erection now, twitching occasionally with aftershocks but no longer gripping and milking his dick. She was bonelessly relaxed, probably sleeping lightly.