“Jace,” she said in a pleading tone.
He slid two of his fingers into her mouth. They tasted like chocolate. She sucked the sweet treat from his digits. He withdrew them and inserted them again with more chocolate. Something cool and thick drizzled over her nipple. His hot mouth sucked at her nipple while he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her mouth. Did he realize what he was doing to her? She ached from wanting him already. He’d likely restrained her hands above her head so she couldn’t get herself off while he tortured her with pleasure. She was definitely desperate enough to do it.
He moved away again, and she heard a strange grinding sound. Her heart rate kicked up a notch until she identified it as a can opener. Hadn’t he brought a can of fruit…?
Something cool and slick slid into her mouth. The gritty bite of sweet pear dissolved on her tongue. She smelled wax the instant before liquid heat burned down the center of her back. Her spine arched involuntarily. He traced either side of the hot trail with ice. His mouth moved to suck on the side of her neck. Only his mouth wasn’t hot as expected. It was cold. He let the water from the melting ice trickle from his lips as he kissed his way down her throat and shoulder. Thin rivulets of water traced paths down her chest, following the contours of her body to collect between her breasts, slide down her belly, around her navel, and finally between her thighs. She shuddered when the first droplets found her shaved mound.
“Jace.” She’d given up on trying to figure out what he was going to do next.
He paused to put more ice in his mouth. She heard him slurp it inside, and it clicked against his teeth. As the water dripped between her legs and found new paths along her hip bone, she squirmed with impatience. He shifted his mouth to the other side of her neck and used the flat of his hands to stroke her belly and the undersides of her breasts. He pinched her nipples unexpectedly, and she shuddered on the brink of orgasm.
“Jace, fuck me, please. I want you. I want you inside me.”
He moved away abruptly. She listened to the sounds of his movement. A slice of peach entered her mouth. She sucked on it, savoring its slick sweetness. She waited for his return. It seemed like hours before his hands were on her again. They had an unusually rough texture now. He stroked the skin of her belly and breasts gently with his gloved hands while he blew soft breaths over the skin of her back.
“Oh God, Jace. You’re driving me insane.”
“Do you want me to stop?” The low rumble of his voice made her spine tingle.
“Yes.” She gasped when he drew his hands away. “No. Don’t! Don’t stop.”
He curled his body against her back. She felt his cock against her ass, and she rubbed up against him, arching her back in an attempt to get him to enter her. His rough gloves moved between her thighs, pressing them open so the cool air bathed her heated flesh.
“Hold still,” he murmured.
She tried to hold still, but the neglected parts of her body were greedy for his touch. She twisted her hips and rubbed her mound against the hand he had stroking her inner thigh. She sucked a shuddering breath between her teeth. He slapped her ass with a loud smack. Her entire body tensed.
“No, Aggie. Hold still.”
“Jace. Please. Please. I can’t take any more.”
He moved away again, and she choked back a sob of protest. Something tickled her shoulder blade. A feather? And then nothing. When she’d given up on him ever touching her again, he traced her lowest rib with the feather. She groaned. An eternity later, he stroked her hip bone. She fought her chains, her hips undulating involuntarily as she sought fulfillment.
The door opened. Two rapid inhalations came from the general vicinity of the threshold.
Jace slipped something into Aggie’s mouth. It burst against her tongue, releasing sweet juice. White grape. Aggie swallowed, her ears straining for sounds that would tell her what was going on beyond her perception.
The door closed again.
“Who was that?” Aggie whispered.
“Sed and Jessica. Looks like they’re back together.”
“Are they in here with us?”
He chuckled. “No, baby. They left.”
The mattress beside her sagged.
She leaned toward him, disappointed when she found nothing but empty space beside her. “Are you going to let me off the hook?”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her from her knees. Her hands came loose from the chain above her head.
She chuckled. “I didn’t mean literally. Are you finished torturing me with pleasure then?”
He massaged her hands, returning circulation to her fingers. He kissed each fingertip, sucking gently, before massaging each knuckle with a gentle pressure. She hadn’t even realized her hands were numb. Every sense was tuned to pleasure. Discomfort didn’t register. “Do you want me to be done?” he asked.
That was a difficult question to answer. He played her body like a mastered instrument. Within a few minutes, she knew she’d be begging him to fuck her again. “I’m not sure. How long are you going to make me wait before you give me what I need?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had a woman make it this long before.”
So if she held out for a while longer, that would make her special to him. Is that what he was hinting at? His lips brushed a sensitive spot below her ear. She turned her face toward him and inhaled his scent. A hint of mild aftershave. A heap of hot male.
“I’m pretty sure I can keep going for hours,” he whispered. His deep voice toyed with the nerve endings in the skin along her spine. She wanted more of him—his scent, his taste, his voice. The tools he used to excite her were exceptional, but the man in charge held a far greater appeal.
“Hours?”
“If you want me to.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, still rubbing her hands. Her fingers were tingling now.
He pushed her back down on the bed. “Put your arms over your head,” he murmured, sliding his hands up her arms as she obeyed. He fastened her restraints over her head and then grabbed her hips to pull her down the bed and make the chain taut. “Lift your hips for me.”
She was used to issuing orders to men, not taking them. Why was she so willing to submit to this man? Because she knew he was going to make it worth her while, that’s why.
When she lifted her hips, he slid a couple of pillows under her lower back, tilting her pelvis up and lifting her butt off the bed. With one hand on each thigh, he spread her legs apart.
“If you stay like that, I won’t restrain your legs.”
She chuckled. “I already know I won’t be able to stay like this once you get to work.”
Rough beard stubble scraped her inner thigh. A smooth fabric soothed the slight sting, and then a cool tongue traced the same path. He repeated the action on the other thigh—rough, smooth, cool. It reminded her how achy she felt as it directed her attention to the emptiness between her thighs. Something hot trickled over one hip bone and then the other. She sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Paraffin. She could smell it. The liquid heat burned a path above her mound as if he were framing her throbbing pussy with a triangle of wax. A single drop of hot wax splashed on her pubis. Jace’s finger traced a path around the drop, drawing her attention to the cooling substance until it hardened, and she couldn’t feel it any longer. A second drop of wax near the first—more tracing.
“Jace.”
Another splash of hot wax. This time he traced the drop with ice. She gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off.
“Hold still.”
“I’m trying.” She gasped. “This makes me want you.”
She felt him move away and heard the candle being set on the table. Ice clinked, and then he moved between her legs, spreading them wide and holding them open with his shoulders. His fingers held her labia open, and the first drop of ice-cold water struck her clit. She jerked.
“Shh. Hold st
ill.” His words were garbled around the ice in his mouth. His aim was remarkable. Each drop struck her overstimulated clit, but sought a different pathway over her lips, opening, and ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. His sweet torture was too much to bear. She shifted her legs from his shoulders and clamped her thighs on his head. Digging her feet into his back, she pulled his face into her pussy.
“Ah God, lick it, Jace. Suck it.”
He worked an ice cube inside her with his tongue. She shuddered.
“Fuck me, please. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me.”
He pulled her legs apart to free his head.
“I guess you aren’t ready for the entire sequence yet,” he said. “Maybe next time.”
There was more?
She heard something crinkle. A condom wrapper? Thank God he wasn’t going to leave her like this. He released her from the chain above her head. She reached for her blindfold, but he flipped her onto her stomach, shoved her face into the mattress, and entered her with one deep thrust. She cried out, an orgasm shaking her core. She rocked back to meet his deep thrusts, her juices and the melting ice dripping down her thighs. She’d never needed to be fucked so badly in her life. And he was giving her exactly what she needed. Her wrists were still joined by the restraints, so she moved both hands between her thighs, rubbing her clit, while he pounded into her. She came again with a startled cry, trembling uncontrollably. Cool, slippery fingers massaged her anus, slipped inside. Again. Lubricating her ass. Oh, yes. She wanted it there too. Jace pulled out, and before she could protest, he spread her ass cheeks and plunged his huge cock into her ass.
She gasped.
He hesitated. “You okay?”
She hoped her indiscernible moans sounded like agreement. He pulled back slowly. Just before he fell free, she lunged back against him, taking him deep again. “Oh God, Jace. Fuck my ass. Yes. Fuck every inch of me.”
She slid three fingers into her pussy, her restraints limiting her motions.
“My cock’s not enough for you?” he asked, pulling her hair as he thrust into her ass relentlessly.
“More. Please, more.”
He pulled out.
“No!” she cried desperately.
He pulled her fingers out of her pussy and replaced it with something thick, long, and cold. Some sort of phallus, with a second attachment that touched her clit. The device hummed to life, vibrating against her clit, and writhing inside her body. “Oh,” she purred.
He buried his cock in her ass again. “Is that enough for you?”
She couldn’t respond. She was coming too hard. And screaming. She couldn’t stop screaming. She wasn’t sure how long Jace kept her like that, bucking against him, taking everything he had to give and craving more. She collapsed eventually, trembling with a mixture of fulfillment and exhaustion.
“You done?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “Yes. Yes… thank you.”
He pulled out and removed the churning vibrator from her body. She rolled onto her side and watched him remove the condom. He was still hard. He hadn’t followed her down the road to bliss this time. She realized it was because while he had given her what she needed, she hadn’t done the same for him. He needed pain to come.
“Come here,” she murmured drowsily.
He pointed toward the exit. “I’m just going to—”
“Come here,” she demanded.
When he was within reach, she tugged him onto the bed. Flattening him on his back, she took his cock into her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. As she pleasured his shaft with her mouth, she squeezed his balls rhythmically with her hand. The pain soon had him gasping with excitement.
“Aggie,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Aggie, you’re gonna make me come.”
Well, yeah, that was the idea.
She bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, squeezed rhythmically. His unexpected, excited vocalizations started to excite her again. Two minutes ago she would have said she’d had enough orgasms in the past half hour to last her a lifetime. She was already reevaluating that analysis. Jace cried out and pulled her head away as he sputtered with release. His cum splattered over his flat belly.
She watched in confusion. “Why didn’t you let me have that?”
He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her. “You wanted it?”
“I begged you to fuck me in the ass, Jace. That requires a fair amount of intimacy.”
“You were so turned on I could have done anything I wanted to you.”
She grinned and then laughed, remembering where she’d been only minutes before. “True.”
She settled beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingers toying with the fluids on his belly. His breathing slowed and became even.
“Jace?” she whispered.
“Hmm,” he murmured drowsily.
“I think you should know that I don’t take many lovers.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
“As a rule, I don’t like men.”
“You’re a lesbian?”
She laughed. “That’s not what I meant. I’m around men all the time and see what they’re like—doesn’t do much for my libido. You, on the other hand, have me set on full throttle.”
“I’m… glad.” He snored softly as he succumbed to his exhaustion.
Aggie slapped his belly, and he grunted awake.
“I’m having a moment here,” she said.
“Sorry. What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know. What are you thinking?”
“I like this—whatever this is between us.”
She grinned. “I like it too.”
“Can I sleep now?”
“For a little while. I want to see if I can take your pleasure torture longer next time.”
“You did pretty good the first time.” He stroked her hair.
A woman’s cries of sexual excitement carried from the front of the bus through the bedroom door. Aggie lifted her head.
“What was that?”
“Jessica, I presume.”
A deep voice answered the higher pitched cries of ecstasy.
“And Sed. I guess they really are back together.”
Aggie had completely forgotten they’d barged in earlier. They’d seen her defenseless and needy. Now that she had regained her wits, it bothered her. It was bad enough that Jace had seen her that way—so unlike herself. So powerless, she’d actually begged. “I should probably go. I have several sessions tonight.” She’d feel better after she made a few submissives lick her boots.
Jace lifted his head to look at her. “Sessions?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She trailed a finger down his belly between the bumps that made up his six-pack. This guy’s body really was amazing in so many ways. And that sexually inventive mind of his? Oh, my God. “If you stop by later tonight, I’ll treat you to a free session. Around midnight?”
His cock twitched and began to swell.
“Were you serious when you said you don’t fuck clients?” he asked.
Why had he asked her that? “You’re the first. I’m not sure what it is about you that made me break my own rules.”
Jace eased from under her body and climbed to his feet. “I need to go visit Trey in the hospital now.”
From the outer cabin of the bus, Jessica and Sed’s vocalizing came to an abrupt end. Jace wiped the cum from his belly with a dirty shirt and slid into his jeans. He opened the door. “Is it safe to come out now?” he called down the corridor.
Why did Aggie get the feeling he was trying to escape? Typical man—getting what he wanted in the bedroom and then losing interest. She was going to whip him good for this.
Chapter 9
Jace couldn’t breathe. Face firmly lodged between some fangirl’s huge tits, no amount of struggling secured his release. Had it been Aggie trying to suffocate him with her succulent breasts, he wouldn’t have minded as much. He hadn’t realized visiting Trey in the ho
spital might be life threatening.
“Oh Jace, you’re sooooo cute,” the young woman squealed at the top of her lungs. Sed somehow got a hand between Jace’s forehead and fangirl’s cleavage and pried him loose.
Jace gulped air greedily. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Sed said in his typical baritone growl.
This time Jace stuck close to Sed and Jessica as they pushed their way through the crowd of Trey’s concerned fans and eventually made it to Trey’s private room.
They found him, Eric, and their live sound engineer, Dave, sitting hip to hip in the hospital bed watching some porn video on the band’s laptop. When the guys noticed Jessica had entered the room, Trey slammed the computer closed on Eric’s hand. Dave sprang from the bed and was out the door within seconds. It didn’t take long to figure out what had three grown men freaking out. The guys had been watching The Video. Granted, it would be upsetting for most chicks to see themselves getting drilled on the Internet, when they’d been unaware that someone was filming, but what did she expect? She and Sed had been having sex in public. That kind of made it fair game as free Internet porn. Eric seemed to be the only one to understand her over-the-top angst. When she stormed out of the room with tears flying, it was Eric who suggested Sed go after her.
When Sed raced out of the room in pursuit, Jace said, “I think she was upset.”
“You think?” Eric said. He shook his head. “We shouldn’t have watched it.”
“Yeah, we should have,” Trey said. “That was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen in my life. Jesus Christ, no wonder Sed wants her so badly. She’s a sex goddess. I wouldn’t mind tapping that every night for the rest of my life.”
Eric shook his head slightly. “But us watching it hurt her.”
Trey laughed at Eric’s obvious upset. “Dude, you are such a pussy when it comes to women. That’s why they walk all over you, you know.”
Jace glanced at Eric. He’d never seen Eric with a woman long enough to witness him getting walked over. Eric tended to avoid anything remotely resembling a romantic relationship. Hell, he rarely engaged in sex. Usually watched and only participated if he was sure the woman wasn’t truly interested in him for anything other than leftovers. The only exception was Myrna. Myrna had only wanted Brian, no matter how touchy-feely Eric had gotten. Had that been his attraction to her? Knowing she’d never really be interested in him, so it was safe to pine away for her?
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