by Selena Kitt
His approval sent shockwaves through her, leaving no doubt that her choice of outfit had been the correct one.
"Come here."
She walked toward him, her heels echoing off the wooden floor.
In the time she'd been upstairs in her bedroom, he'd been busy. He'd scooted the couch and lamps back at least a couple of feet, rolled up the rug and moved it over near the back sliding door, leaving a large, open area, with the coffee table in the middle. She also noticed that he'd placed their water bottles on the mantel.
She stopped in front of him, and her pulse skittered in apprehension. "I'm not sure what to do," she admitted. She'd only been with Lance, and the BDSM had evolved over time until the point she was comfortable with it.
"Communicate," he suggested. "Enjoy yourself. Relax with it, with me. Talk me through the toys you brought down. Lay them out on the coffee table. Tell me why you selected each item."
Ella knelt to spread out her toys, and when she looked at him, she read approval in the set of his jaw.
"Perfect instincts," he repeated.
Emboldened, she said, "I brought rope and cuffs because…"
He waited.
"Because you said if anyone was going to tie me up tonight, it would be you. Not everyone is into rope bondage, so I brought cuffs, too."
"Silk?"
She nodded.
"And the crop?"
Ella knew she was blushing because her whole body went warm. "I know it might look ridiculous, but I kind of like the way it feels."
"Where?"
Oh, God. "On my nipples."
"Good to know." He picked it up and smacked his open palm. The sound echoed off the ceiling, making her jump. "And your pussy?"
"I've never experienced that."
"You're willing to try?"
"Yes." She sounded more breathless than confident.
"What are your hard limits?" he asked.
"The usual ones that are banned at parties."
He nodded his understanding. "So tying you up and beating your ass is fine?"
She shuddered. Yes, please. "Isn't that why we're here?"
He picked up the cane, ignoring her sassy comment. "How much experience have you had?"
"Limited." Lightning bolts of awareness went through her. "But I'm curious."
"It's not a beginner's toy."
"Surely you can choose how much force to use, right?"
His lips twisted in a wry smile. "I imagine I can."
His words jolted her, reminding her of the differences in their lives. She had ordinary experiences, working, trying to buy a house, pay her bills, get ahead at work, thinking about a relationship… while he defended the country's freedom, did things he'd never talk about. Yeah. No doubt he could wield a cane with the intensity she might be able to tolerate. "Was that stupid to say?"
"No." He shook his head. "Whatever you want from me, I want to deliver. I like that you're trusting me." Pierce tested the cane, slowly at first.
She stared, transfixed, as he flicked it back and forth.
It lumbered through the air.
Then he snapped his wrist.
She sucked in a breath. Something like that would leave a mark, sear, ache. She fucking wanted it… on her ass, on the backs of her thighs as he'd mentioned.
"So beyond the obvious, what else is on your limits list? Ella?"
Ella was still staring at the rattan.
"Look at me, please. This is important."
"I don't like to be left alone during a scene, especially if I'm in bondage. I don't think it's sexy to wonder where you are."
"I give you my word. You will know where I am at all times."
"Thank you."
"Anything else?"
"No humiliation. I just… I can't be called a…" She couldn't find the words to help him understand.
"You don't need a reason. You just need to tell me the rules."
"It's a hard limit."
He dropped the cane onto a couch cushion before taking two steps toward her and offering his hand up.
She slid hers into his, feminine to masculine. Strength to trust.
"Humiliation isn't something I'm into. I think you are too perfect, too precious to debase in any way." He didn't release her. "If it were your kink, we would have negotiated something to ensure I got you off. But honestly, Ella? It would have been one of the most difficult things I'd ever done."
Damn. She so wished this could last more than one night. Wished he wasn't military. Wished she was the type of woman who wouldn't be hurt when he walked away at the end of the weekend.
"Just for clarity, are gags humiliating for you?"
"I've never been gagged."
"Are you willing to try?"
"As long as we have a safe signal, yes."
"Understood." He nodded. "Anything else you want me to know?"
"I'm willing to have sex with you, Sir. If you want to. I have condoms in the master bathroom, under the sink." She couldn't believe she'd admitted it. Couldn't believe how much she wanted it. Pierce, and his quiet, relentless strength had gotten to her, chasing away her normal doubts and inhibitions. He was the devil incarnate. And all of a sudden, she wanted a one-way ticket to hell.
Chapter Three
Pierce had meant it when he'd said that Ella was perfect.
To him, she was. More innocent than she'd like him to believe. Beautiful. Sassy. Brave. And with a dose of sexual appeal that walloped his senses.
Over the years, he'd scened with a lot of women. They'd all been experienced in BDSM and, like him, knew exactly what they wanted. He'd never made promises or created false expectations.
And because of who Ella was and what she was risking, he was doubly conscious of the weight of his responsibility to her.
He intended to give her everything she craved. All while protecting her. "Show me your body. I want to know every inch of it, where you're sensitive, and how you like to be touched." He released her hand. "We'll start with your breasts."
She locked her gaze on his and pushed her breasts together.
"How do you like your nipples to be touched?"
Pierce watched her breathing change, becoming more rapid. Her hazel eyes had spikes of pleasure in them.
She stroked her thumbs across her nipples and he saw them harden, the rose color becoming duskier.
"That gentle?" he asked.
"No."
She took his hands and put them on her breasts. He kept his gaze riveted on hers as he squeezed.
"More," she said; not a demand, but a soft, sensual request.
He increased the pressure until she sucked in a breath. "How's that?"
"Enough to make me horny," she said.
The admission was more direct than he'd expected, and it made him grin. Damn, he liked learning about her.
He rolled each of her nipples gently, back and forth. With slightly more pressure each time.
She curved her hands around his wrists.
Then she closed her eyes.
He kept a close, close watch on her as moved toward each tip.
She bent her knees and supported herself with his weight.
"You like a lot of nipple play," he said as he eased his grip.
"I had no idea."
"You said it made you horny."
She opened her eyes slowly, and nodded. "Yes."
"Then I think it's time you showed me your pussy."
Her nostrils flared, and the tremble that went through her might have been missed by someone who wasn't paying attention.
"Lie on the coffee table." He pointed. "On your back."
As she released her grip on him, he asked, "Did you wear panties, Ella?"
"I guess you'll find out. Sir."
He moved quick, taking a seat on the couch, snagging her wrist, then tugging her over his lap.
She squealed, more from shock than fright, he imagined, as she pushed her fingers into the hardwood flooring to keep her balance.
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sp; He clamped one arm across her back to hold her steady, and he raised his knees slightly to tip her toward him so she wouldn't fall.
Her hair trailed everywhere wildly, the copper highlights like flames. Her skirt rode up, exposing her thighs. And those shoes—bright red—seemed to be an invitation to fuck. He was man enough to know he'd masturbate to this image a dozen times, maybe more.
"Damn, woman. If I had ever seen you like this when I'd been home on leave, I'm afraid my army career would have been over."
"AWOL."
"Most definitely."
She gave a sound that was part giggle, part triumph.
"Vixen."
"Am I wearing panties, Sir?"
"You like to live dangerously, delicious little sub?" With the way she'd behaved at the club, sticking him with a three-figure bar tab, it shouldn't have surprised him that she was a bit of a tease. But it did. And he liked it. Her sassy personality was a bonus, but that sure as hell didn't mean he'd let her conduct pass unpunished.
He flipped up her skirt.
She was bare.
No panties, no pubic hair. Waxed. And slick. He knew that without even touching her. Fuck.
This woman…
"How many spanks do you deserve?" he asked, rubbing her skin. "Not just for your sass, but for distracting me from exploring your body?"
"You are exploring," she pointed out. "Sir. And I think the punishment should be mitigated by the fact I'm not wearing panties."
"You do, do you?"
"If Sir's hard dick pressing against his sub's tummy is any indication, he's not terribly disappointed." She squirmed beneath his touch. "If the sub may be bold enough to say so."
"She may not."
"Oops."
"Spread your legs."
Instantly, she complied.
"Farther. Turn your toes in. In the absence of any other instruction, always assume that's my wish. How are you with anal?"
"What?" She tried to wriggle onto her side to look at him. "Now?"
"As pleasure. As punishment."
Ella tightened her ass cheeks.
"You didn't list it as a hard limit."
She didn't immediately answer.
"I'll take that as agreement, then?"
"I'm not sure about the punishment part."
"Do you own a butt plug?"
"No."
"That answer was a little too fast."
"Well… A small one."
"You've added a few strokes for the lie, Ella." Damn, she delighted him.
He teased her pussy, stroking her labia. She dug her toes into the floor, lifting her hips, trying to influence him. "Ella. Ella. I know what you're doing."
She stilled instantly and he pulled his hand away. "Go get the plug. Bring some lube, too, and I'll consider whether or not I'll use it."
She crossed her legs.
"That's definitely not turning your toes in," he said. He dropped his knees and helped her to stand.
"Sir…"
"The plug, Ella."
"Yes, Sir." She gave a very unladylike mewl.
He watched as she walked up the stairs, taking her own sweet time, exaggerating the sway of her hips.
When he'd agreed to Morgan's desperate pleas for him to come home for the weekend, he hadn't been expecting this. He might agree to a few more of his pesky sister's invitations after this.
He heard her moving around upstairs, and it seemed she was taking more time than necessary. "If you touch that pussy, I will cuff your hands for the rest of the night!"
She called something back. It might have been, "Yes, Sir." But it easily could have been something else.
Within a minute, she was standing in front of him. The slender plug wasn't much thicker than his forefinger. It would do. For now.
He extended his palm and she gave him the requested items.
"Are you really…"
"Over my lap."
She looked at him.
He raised his eyebrows. "Do you need me to repeat my order?"
"No, Sir."
She stared at the plug for a few seconds before doing as he asked.
"We'll continue the exploration of your body," he said. "Reach back and spread your buttocks."
"I'll fall."
"I won't let you." He put his free palm flat against the middle of her back.
"It's been a long time since I did anal," she said.
"If you want lube, you'd better do as you're told and quit stalling."
She lifted her hands from the floor for a couple of seconds, but then she quickly put them back.
Pierce waited.
Then she reached behind her with a little more confidence and spread her cheeks, giving him a glimpse of her tiny, tight anal whorl.
"I'm going to keep this in you all night," he warned. "Not all physical punishments are about spanking."
"I was afraid of that."
He waited.
"Sir," she added with a faint whisper.
He reached for the lube, flipped the top then drizzled the viscous liquid over the plug. "Relax as much as possible," he informed her. "It's going in, and it's up to you how much of a struggle it is. Bear down." He pressed the tip against her hole.
"I…"
"It's a third of the way in already." He pulled it back a little until she drew a breath, then he pressed forward again.
As the thicker part of it started to breach her, he fucked her with it, creating a rhythm she could manage but with the progress he wanted.
"This sucks," she protested. "I don't remember it being this uncomfortable."
"Good."
"What?" She moved around, and he took the advantage to sink the plug home.
She yelped.
"You're there." Pierce settled the base between her cheeks. "I like the way it looks. I think I'll make you wear it to my parents' party tomorrow."
"You wouldn't."
"Yeah. That settles it. And a short skirt or dress."
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"I'm rather enjoying it."
"Because you're diabolical."
"Getting more so by the minute. I want you face up on the coffee table." He helped her to stand.
"I thought…"
"That you'd get rewarded with an orgasm?"
She scowled at him.
"I've got a dozen planned for you. How many of them you receive is up to you."
"This is my incentive to behave?"
"I don't know." He lifted a shoulder. "Is it?" Either way, he was fine with it. He enjoyed being inventive with her punishments, almost as much as he liked playing with her to begin with.
He went into the kitchen to wash his hands, aware of her gentle sounds behind him as she moved the toys to the couch and got into position.
When he returned, she looked exactly as he'd envisioned, her feet on the floor, her hands dangling at her sides, her tangled hair in that wild mess, her eyes wide, mouth parted, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts, her nipples hard and begging.
In this position, she was open to him, vulnerable. Almost as good as bondage. Perfectly compliant. "Show me your pussy."
She brought her hands forward and spread her labia.
"Touch yourself."
Ella dipped a finger into her pussy, then circled her clit. He loved watching the nub swell.
She let out a gentle moan and closed her eyes.
"Keep going."
After a few seconds, she began to move her hips. She made faster, tighter circles on her clit. Her breathing became more erratic.
He let her continue for a few seconds before saying, "Enough."
She pursed her lips but didn't protest. Nor did she immediately stop. "Ella."
"I've been out of my mind since we were at the Neon Moon."
Pierce could smell her arousal. Was there anything sexier than a woman waiting for a man to pleasure her?
When her hands were resting on the floor again and her breaths were even, he took a couple o
f steps toward her then bent over to stroke between her folds.
She lifted her hips.
"So your clitoris doesn't need as much stimulation as your nipples?"
"Sometimes. But since I was touching myself, I'm already aroused."
He pressed his thumb to her clit while sliding a finger inside her. "Is this what you want?"
"Oh."
Her pussy clenched around his fingers. Because of the plug in her ass, she was tight, and he was sure she felt his movement even more keenly.
It had been a long damn time since he'd been with a woman this responsive. It was intoxicatingly sexy.
She clenched her hands.
"How close are you to an orgasm?"
"Seconds, Sir."
He moved his thumb even faster and inserted a second finger, fucking her hard. "Wait."
"I… No. That's not—"
"Wait." He touched a finger to her G-spot and saw her lift off her heels, silently demanding more.
"Sir!"
"You may come."
He felt her convulse, and she screamed, arching, seeking. Pierce watched, giving her what she needed until her shoulders relaxed again. Then took his hand away from her. "I think I've learned a few things about you," he said. "Now we can play."
* * *
"Now?" Ella repeated. Her body felt soft and supple, her mind at peace in a way it hadn't been since Lance had left her. "Then I'm not sure exactly what we have been doing, Sir." She was already so content she'd be happy to snuggle into his arms. Maybe they could make love before they drifted off to sleep.
"Ella, I haven't even started with you."
His face appeared more relaxed than it had earlier. Tension was no longer grooved next to his eyes. It seemed he'd shut out everything but her. And he wore a grin as easily as he did power.
Pierce picked up the cuffs. She winced. Being secured to the coffee table would definitely not be pleasant.
He took his time securing her wrists, checking that the bonds weren't too tight and that her shoulders were comfortable.
Then he attached the cuffs to her ankles. "Damn. These shoes…"
She suppressed her grin.
With his thumb, he made a tiny circle on her right ankle. "I may take them back to North Carolina with me."
Pierce rubbed her breasts and her belly before flipping the hem of her skirt out of the way to reach her thighs.
She watched him intently, fascinated by the way he studied her, igniting her senses.
Then he picked up the crop.