by Rachel Cross
His tantalizing tease changed from gentle and coaxing to dark and demanding; his gaze became hard and possessive. Suddenly he bent his knees and lifted her up. Putting her over his shoulder like a prehistoric caveman, he headed off down the hallway to his bedroom. He put her down in the middle of the floor and held her captive in his arms. Candace viewed her surroundings through wide-open eyes. She was always impressed by the heavy, dark-stained oak king bed prominently displayed in the middle of the room. The headboard was covered with black leather held in place by rounded bronze tacking pins. In the middle was the sculptured bronze head of a lion, pressed flush against the board, with a small metal hoop that hung between its teeth. It was a beautiful piece of workmanship. Whenever she looked at the bed, she couldn’t help but see a reflection of the man with its masculine beauty and implied strength.
Placed next to the bed was a small serving table that held an assortment of items: crystal goblets, an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne, a bowl of fruit, chocolate sauce, whipped cream—and nipple clamps.
Chapter 22
“I want you to close your eyes and open your mind, Candace.” He spoke into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her body from behind and pulled her back against his chest. “I want you to feel what it is I feel for you.” He took her hand and placed it between his legs, encouraging her to wrap her fingers around his engorged length, to stroke and grip it firmly. “I want you to know what it is you do to me every time you’re near me and every time I think about you.” He withdrew a long black silk scarf from his back pocket and let it trail over her skin, through her fingers, up her arm, around her neck, and over her face.
“Since this is our first time experimenting together like this, we’re going to take it slow,” he whispered into her neck and nipped at her shoulder. “I want you to trust me and believe I would never hurt you. This night is about pleasure, for the both of us. Do you believe me, Candace?”
This time she didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I believe you, Brice.”
“That’s my girl.” He placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Then he turned her around to face him.
“Kiss me,” he commanded. And she did, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting every ounce of excitement and fear she felt into it, signaling her surrender and leap of faith. The kiss went on forever, tongues battling, hearts pounding, and internal temperatures escalating toward meltdown. She wrapped one leg around his lower body, bringing her center snug against his enormous hard-on. He pressed his cock against her latex-covered pelvis and ground his hips back and forth. The friction of his jeans rubbing against the zipper in her shorts directly over her sensitive button was an excruciating, painful pleasure. She moaned in submission and felt her knees weaken from the pressure as she approached orgasm.
“Oh no you don’t,” he scolded as he pulled back from her embrace. “It’s not going to be that easy. You took your sweet-ass time letting me back into your space. I think you enjoyed making me wait and beg to see you. But there’s something you should know about me, Candace. I’m not accustomed to waiting or begging for what I want.”
He pulled her close again and bent forward to lick her lips and trace wet kisses along her cheek. Nipping at the soft shell of her ear, he whispered low and passionately, “You made me think about your hot delicious body day and night, and all the things I wanted to do to you. How I wanted to please you, how I wanted you to please me. Now it’s your turn to endure the agony of anticipation. We’re going to do things my way tonight. I think you should know what never-ending need feels like.”
The hard pressure of his cock and the husky sound of his voice sent waves of heat cascading down her spine. He took her hands and clasped them together in front of her. “I want you to undress me. Use your senses to feel me and touch me while you take my clothes off.” He released his grip and enjoyed the sensation of her soft exploring hands moving methodically over his frame.
The blindfold was something new, something exciting. It quieted her nerves and heightened her senses, making her more conscious of the muscled form beneath her fingertips. She concentrated on the sensations conveyed by her sense of touch. Sliding her hands under his shirt, her fingers traced every line and every defined detail as she rubbed her palms over his skin and raked her fingernails across his now rigid nipples. She lifted his shirt, pulled it slowly over his arms and head, and dropped it to the floor, then rubbed her face over his chest and abs as she worked her way down his torso. She tasted and teased him with her tongue and fingers, while slowly moving lower.
His thighs were like two strong tree trunks, hard and immovable. She lowered herself to her knees and fit her body between them. With hands holding onto his firm butt, she rubbed her face against the bulge of his still-covered cock, relishing in the feeling and scent of him. Next, she turned her attention to his boots, unsnapping and removing and tossing them aside. From her kneeling position, she gripped the zipper and slid it down and over the swollen bump in his pants. As she eased his pants down past his buttocks and strong thighs, her breath hitched when she came into contact with a soft leather thong pulled taut, cupping his manhood and leaving his backside bare to her exploring touch. Her excitement went up another notch.
Too soon he pulled her up by her elbows and deprived her of the pleasure of worshiping his masculine form. He wrapped a second scarf around her wrists and tied her hands together in front of her. He laid her on the bed and looped the loose end of the scarf through the hoop in the lion’s mouth, pulling her arms high over her head and tying it in place.
“How do you feel, Candace?”
“Nervous,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, baby.” He nuzzled her neck and softly traced lingering kisses along her collarbone, down her throat, and onto the top of her breasts. “You can be nervous for now,” he murmured, “but I promise you, it won’t last. The scarf isn’t tight. You can get out of it anytime you want, if you’re afraid or feel uncomfortable.”
He took an ice cube from the bucket, pressed it to her mouth, and brushed it back and forth over her tempting, protruding bottom lip. He leisurely licked away the drops of water left behind, then explored the seam of her mouth with his tongue, seeking entrance, coaxing her to open for him. The fiery warmth from his aggressive, probing tongue caused her to quiver and made her wet. He ended the kiss and then gradually peeled back one of the pasties from her breast and covered it with his lips, again scorching her with the heat from his tongue. Sucking it hard against the roof of his mouth, it transformed into a tight hard peak, and he grazed it with his teeth and bit down upon it gently. She moaned her pleasure.
He removed his mouth from her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then he replaced his fingers with his now-cold wet tongue, rolling the ice cube over her nipple and across her breast.
The sensation was intense. Her senses were shocked by the instant change in temperature, from intensely hot to icy cold. He took the cube and rolled it over both her hardened buds until they were numb with cold, then he attached the soft rubber-coated nipple clamps with adjustable screws and a connecting chain that ran between the two clips. He turned the screws to adjust the tension to her level of tolerance. The sudden pinch of pain instantly turned into an intense blooming pleasure.
He returned to ravaging her body with his ice-cold mouth, licking her inside her navel and rubbing her everywhere with his face. The sensation was nearly unbearable. Unexpectedly, he grasped her hips and clamped down hard, spread her legs, and pushed his face between her thighs. Toying with the zipper tab at the seam of her shorts with his teeth, he gradually pulled it down to reveal the treasure underneath. He stuck his cold, cold tongue on her clit, circled it twice, and plunged deep inside. She gripped the tied end of the scarf with both hands, let out a scream, and nearly jumped off of the bed.
It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. A tingling sensation streaked up her torso and down through her legs, straight to th
e end of her toes. Her entire body shook uncontrollably. With an audible growl, he draped her legs over his shoulders, lifted her higher, and pushed his face in further between her legs. He continued his assault until the heat from her core melted the ice cube completely. Then he traveled back up her body to once again feast on her lips.
He took another ice cube and applied it to her nips, keeping them numb. He brushed a fresh, ripe strawberry covered in chocolate across her lips then popped it into her mouth. She sucked and chewed on it.
“Are you okay, Candace? Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he nuzzled her throat and toyed with her earlobe. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“No, no, no,” she stammered. “Don’t stop.” The painful pleasure that spread through her body, delivered by the ice and the pinching clamps, was a new and shocking experience. She wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.
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Her willingness to take part in his type of foreplay excited him. The way she’d screamed and quivered beneath his mouth made his cock grow even harder. It had been too long since he’d played his sex games.
He twirled her over and put her face down and on her knees. A large wedge-shaped pillow was placed beneath her stomach and hips to set her ass high, and he loosened the scarf to allow her arms enough slack to rest her weight on her elbows.
“Spread your legs for me, Candy.”
He fit his body between her legs and clutched her butt cheeks, one in each hand, then rubbed his leather-clad cock and balls along the open zipper. The heat from her soft, moist flesh was excruciating. Reaching around her body with one hand, he tugged slightly on the chain that joined the clamps on her nipples as he ground his body against her backside. With the other hand, he delivered a stinging slap to one cheek. She let out a loud gasp. He rubbed his hand over her rounded form to take away the sting, and then delivered another quick sharp slap to the opposite cheek. He raked his fingers up her thighs and grabbed her ass again, rocking his weight into her.
He continued to stroke her butt with one hand as he pushed a finger into her moistened depths in search of her sweet spot. He fingerfucked her fast and deep, alternately playing with her clit and tugging on her nipples with his free hand. Then he pulled his cock free from the leather thong and rubbed it against her wet opening. He eased the broad, flared tip of his penis slowly in and pulled it out. The open zipper raked across his cock like the nails of tiny little fingers, and created an incredible sensation that sent whips of electricity streaking over his ass, through his balls, and all the way down to tickle his toes.
“Do you like this, baby?” he growled. Unable to control his body’s automatic response, he pushed in further.
“Yes, you know I do,” she moaned, the sound of her voice muffled by the bed sheets bunched beneath her face.
“Do you want more of me?”
“Yes, I want more. I want it all.” Candace pushed her ass back into him, tugging against her restraint, struggling to press herself closer. Brice pulled back and slapped her butt again. He felt her body tremble from the contact.
“Naughty girl. Not yet. Not until I’m ready. I told you, tonight we’re going to do things my way.”
He was having difficulty maintaining control. The sight of her lovely ass covered in latex, exposed and propped up high, and the black Christian Louboutin stiletto heels did things to him. The sinuous feel of her slick channel stretched and wrapped around him made him just a little bit crazy. Brice pushed inside of her again, going deeper; he moved in slow, easy in-and-out strokes. Her soft walls gripped him like a silken fist, pulsing and squeezing him tight. He shuddered. She moaned louder and squirmed and rolled her hips more.
“Dammit, Candy—don’t move,” he rasped. Holding onto his self-control by a thread, he dragged himself back just in the nick of time. His hand fisted around his shaft and gripped it hard while he fought to ride out the waves of sensation. She would not do this to him; there was no way he’d allow her to take him over the edge too soon.
“I can’t help it,” she whined, unsated and frustrated. “You’re torturing me.”
“Yeah. That’s the idea.” He breathed heavily. “I spent the last two weeks jerking off in my bed every night, thinking of you just like this—your ass in the air and me buried up to my nuts in this tight pussy of yours.” He rubbed his free hand in small circles over her buttocks, then up her spine, his fingers tracing the slightly raised ridge of bone surrounded by taut muscle.
“That’s torture.”
He relaxed his death grip and began to stroke himself in a slow, measured glide, up and down his shaft. Though it momentarily eased the intensity of his urge for release, the clutch of his hand couldn’t compare to the feeling of being wrapped in warm, wet, liquid silk. He circled her entrance, dipping inside and pulling back, drawing out his pleasure and adding to her torment. He couldn’t help himself. The sensation was agonizing as it sent white-hot heat streaking up his legs to register in his groin. His toes crossed and snapped as though a switch connected to his ass had sent a powerful electrical current surging throughout his body. He was playing with fire, and loving every minute of it. He could barely stave off the wave of heat running rampant from his head to his toes.
He reached underneath her body and simultaneously released the nipple clamps and slammed his pelvis into her, pushing deep, as far as he could get. She let out a shudder, signaling her surprise, or maybe pleasure. He pressed one hand into her back to hold her in place, then gripped her by her hair with the other and held on. His body was hard and hot; it glistened with sweat as he settled into his rhythm and paced himself for a long ride. He glided into her repeatedly, riding her furiously, then slowing down to catch his breath and fight the powerful compulsion to let go. He brought her to the brink, again and again, taking them to the edge but refusing to go over it, holding her back from release. He wasn’t willing to let the feeling end, not yet. Not until he was ready.
“Brice, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, you have to stop this torment. I want to come. I need to come,” she moaned in desperation.
“Not just yet, babe. It’s going to take me a while to get rid of this build-up. You made me wait too long. You’ve got a sweet pussy, Candy. It’s so sweet that I want to stay locked up and buried deep in it forever. You put me through hell, keeping it from me. I want you to think real hard before you make me wait this long again.” He slammed into her with each word, emphasizing his displeasure with being allowed only limited access to her sweet treat. It was a mistake. The harder he pushed and the deeper he drove, the more it intensified the surge of heat that moved through him, and it set him ablaze.
He lost his grip on that last thread of control, and then pure animal instinct took over. He rode her hard, relentless, pumping his hips mindlessly with the speed and power of a pounding jackhammer, driving into her over and over like she was the last piece of ass he would have in this lifetime. She must have sensed his waning resolve and moved to take advantage of his moment of weakness.
Candace loosened the binding scarf and used her hands to brace herself against the onslaught of his continuous pounding. She rose up and pushed back to grind into him, meeting his thrusting hips and driving cock with a matching powerful force of her own. The slapping sound of wet flesh on flesh and growling emissions of uncontrollable grunts and groans echoed throughout the room. And then it happened. Unable to hold back the intense rush of liquid heat, he let go. His release was like a runaway freight train, barreling uncontrollably forward toward an explosive end. The feeling took him over the edge, into darkness and beyond. The roaring sound of Brice’s voice filled the air, joined by Candace’s own high-pitched keening wail, followed by his complete and utter collapse as every muscle in his body gave out and he fell forward, draping his bulk over her.
Chapter 23
“I’m sorry, babe. I think things got a little out of hand.” He grinned at her and lifted her gold-and-silver braided anklet t
o show it had snapped into two pieces. “I might have gotten a little carried away. But don’t worry.” He laid it on the nightstand and then placed a string of kisses across the top of her foot, working his way up to the now bare spot left by the missing piece of jewelry. “I know you never take it off, so I’ll have it fixed and back on this pretty little ankle of yours before you know it.”
“Honey, right now, a snapped ankle chain is the last thing on my mind.” She rewarded him with tinkling laughter as she pulled him up to cuddle him in her arms.
He covered her body like a blanket, buried his face in her neck, and squeezed her hard. He was suddenly overcome with a strong and inexplicable emotion. His mouth felt dry, and his heart started to pound. He wanted to hold her like this forever. His grip tightened, and she squeezed him back.
“Brice, baby, are you alright?”
He waited for the moment to pass, then gave her a quick peck on the forehead before rolling over to grab his nearby jeans. “Yeah, sure I am. Are you hungry? I’m starved. Come on, let’s get something to eat. Keeping you satisfied is a full-time job, and I need sustenance to keep my strength up.” The words tumbled all over one another as he hurried to cover the rush of unexpected feelings.