Dangerous Ride

by Vonna Harper

  “Feel it,” he ordered. His finger-fucking quickened and hardened until she rocked to his tune. “Become part of my gift to you.”

  He leaned over her, cupped the base of her breast and pushed it up. The firm drawing sensation took her attention from his other manipulations. She couldn’t find the line between pleasure and pain. Then he closed his mouth over her captured breast, pressed his tongue against her taut nipple, and sucked. At the same time, he withdrew from her cunt, settled his hand onto her mons and began stroking her clit. Her roped legs made resistance impossible, and her strength went into fighting her trembling, and handing herself to him.

  She felt his work-roughened finger pad on her clit, teasing, testing her boundaries. Her belly clenched. Hungry, she arched herself toward him and threw back her head.

  My body. Belonging to you. Your prize. Your possession.

  Her pussy muscles began a familiar clenching and release. He’d left her opening empty, but she could climax without being fucked. She would because he demanded it. Behind the gag, she moaned.

  “No. Not yet.”

  Brought back to reality by cool air on her wet and sensitive breast, she blinked repeatedly. He’d straightened but kept his finger on her clit, which made it nearly impossible for her to concentrate. Fire danced, but although it licked at her, he kept her from jumping into the flame.

  “I’m not letting you climax so quickly. First you need to understand more about my power.”

  What more is there? I’m your prisoner.

  But a prisoner was someone who had been thrown behind bars because she’d broken a law or maybe was a political pawn, not a modern, law-abiding woman. If he’d left her with the power of speech, she’d demand clarification.

  Or not.

  He climbed off the mattress. Maybe she could have rolled onto her other side to see what he was doing, but what was the point? He’d only place her where he wanted her when he returned.

  Waiting, she became aware of the strain in her shoulders and the saliva soaking her wooden gag. Her thighs ached, and she longed to be able to straighten her legs. Most of all she felt throbbing need between her legs.

  He’d promised her a climax. But when and in what form?

  “Still here, are you?” he said from behind her. “Well, of course you are. I want to fuck you, Maita. More than you can imagine and more than I— But if we have sex again, it levels the playing field.”

  And he didn’t want that? Could he be afraid of seeing her as his equal?

  She told herself the thought was ridiculous, but even as she waited for his next move, she couldn’t dismiss the question. After what seemed like a long time, he stroked her temple.

  “You’re a beautiful woman,” he muttered. “Independent and courageous. Insane.”

  Insane?

  “You fascinate me. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to see and touch and fuck you.” Although she’d already tested her gag’s effectiveness, he did so by tugging on the straps and checking the positioning of what was in her mouth. “I want to bring you pleasure. Although I think the time would come when you asked me to use my skills on you, I’ve decided to call the shots. I don’t usually care because as long as I’m paid, what the hell does it matter.”

  He’d stopped touching her face. Tense again, she strained to discover what he had in mind for next. To her shock, he slipped a cloth over her eyes. Instinct kicked in, and she fought to see again, but of course like every other round, he won this one.

  “You can’t speak and now you can’t see,” he pointed out unnecessarily. “Sensory deprivation makes most women docile. Given your bring on the world attitude, I’m not sure you’ll react the same way, but I want to find out.”

  To her relief, he loosened the tension between her wrists and ankles, then removed the rope near her knees. Next he lifted a leg, demonstrating his improved access to her sex. Lost in darkness, she imagined him staring at her while he savored his mastery. She’d never mentally placed herself in such a submissive position.

  “You don’t know what I’m going to do to you,” he said. She thought he was standing near her head but couldn’t be sure. “You can anticipate—or fear, depending on your mindset. But the only thing you can do is wait. Wait and wonder what your master has in mind.”

  Master? Never!

  She hadn’t finished the thought when he again separated her legs as much as the ankle restraints allowed. Although it did no good, she couldn’t stop from trying to see. She’d just resigned herself to more waiting when she felt something hard being pressed against her pussy. She struggled to scoot away.

  “Not going to happen, my pet. I’ve just begun to play.”

  The object began to vibrate. Caught in emotions she couldn’t name, she tried to relax, but although she managed to stop struggling, her pussy muscles resisted all attempts to control their reaction. Slow, so slow she thought she’d die with the waiting, he increased the vibrator’s power. Her body shook and shuddered under the assault. She sucked in a breath and held it, felt heat dance through her pelvis. Her already hard clit tightened which made it even more susceptible to the sensual attack.

  He no longer needed to force her legs apart. She did that for him—for herself. Her breathing became so loud it grated on her nerves. At the same time, the ragged sound added to her reaction. The vibrator had a hard round head with a small but equally hard knob at the tip which Kade put to mind-blowing use by pressing it against her clit.

  How he kept it in contact with the small, all-feeling, juice-soaked organ was beyond her. Her cunt flowed. Fluid seeped out of her and told him everything.

  Sensation rippled up from her tortured clit to encompass her pelvis, belly, and breasts. She longed to curl around the sex toy, but because he’d robbed her of movement, she could only turn herself over to it—and to him. She now breathed in grunts. Head thrown back in an attempt to reach for enough air, she struggled to give him even greater access. The battery-run sex toys she’d used on herself had been like nags left in a trained thoroughbred’s wake. She rode this stallion, this ruler of all things sexual, climbed and sweated, sobbed and strained for the summit.

  Then, again, he denied her.

  Chapter Seven

  “Do I have your attention?”

  Maita hadn’t tried to move on her own since Kade had removed the blindfold and untied her except to turn her head to see if he had an erection. The telltale bulge reassured her that he was human, but she couldn’t say where his humanity began and ended.

  “Yes,” she said when he removed her gag. She lay limp and hungry and unsatisfied on the mattress and waited for her master’s next move. “You have my attention.”

  “I thought so. So, are you ready to redefine your definition of control?” He sat on the edge of the bed, positioned her on her back, and straightened her legs. Was this his way of saying he had no more interest in her sexuality?

  “Redefine?” she repeated. If she begged—begged—would he fuck her? Did she dare ask?

  “I’m guessing it didn’t take as much to strip you of everything you believed about self-determination as you thought it would. One touch with this—” He indicated what she now saw was a black vibrator run by electricity. “And all bets are off, aren’t they?”

  “What’s your point?” she demanded, her nude body within his easy reach.

  He frowned, and his hands turned into fists. When he unselfconsciously stroked his crotch, she imagined him naked with his cock poised over her hungry opening. “I’m giving you proof,” he said, “of what else your body is capable of.”

  “Else?”

  He scooted closer before closing his thumbs and forefingers over her hard nipples. “Besides risking your life on the back of some damn animal.”

  He played with her breasts for several minutes while she dug her nails into the sheet and remained accessible to him. “What do you want?” he abruptly asked. “I can do whatever I decide, but I’m curious. If I give you an option.” He indic
ated the room with its myriad of instruments and equipment. “You’re going to get played with, but you can pick your poison so to speak.”

  She should jump to her feet, kick him in the balls, and run for freedom.

  But he’d only overtake and overpower her. Or let her go.

  “A climax.”

  * * * * *

  Maita stood near the middle of the room. A few minutes ago, Kade had positioned her with her legs widespread and then tied her ankles to floor rings so she couldn’t change position. Next he’d placed heavy metal cuffs on her wrists and fastened chains to the cuffs. The chains had hung from an overhead pulley so she wasn’t surprised when he engaged the pulley and pulled her arms over her head. The strain in her shoulders distracted her from what he was doing with the result that he’d already locked the metal collar around her neck before she truly felt it. Like the handcuffs, he added chain to the collar. Instead of being attached to an overhead pulley however, this restraint led to the wall behind her. He wordlessly tightened the chain which pulled her head back. She couldn’t move.

  “You can still speak and see,” he pointed out needlessly. “I want you to think about what’s been done to you so far and anticipate what I have in mind for next.”

  Why? she wanted to know but suspected he didn’t have an answer—for either of them. Besides, she didn’t want to distract him from what she hoped would become release from the awful sexual tension still knotted around and inside her.

  She’d seen him use a whip on another woman, but she shuddered when he ran the silken strands across her body. She wasn’t a paying customer hungry for pain. She was…what?

  “So you need a climax, do you?” he taunted as the slaps increased in intensity. “Don’t like the way I brought you to the edge and left you hanging, did you?”

  “No!”

  “But I decided it was necessary because it taught a lesson about mastery—my mastery.”

  He changed focus, now lightly whipping her exposed crotch. Each blow, if she could call them that, sent a shudder through her. Once again her pussy heated. She should hate and fear pain! Instead—

  “Let your imagination grow,” he said in a deep, somber tone she hadn’t heard before. His words were in rhythm with the mild punishment. “You’re no longer a modern and ambitious woman. You’re chattel, possessed by a man with the right and strength to do whatever he wants with you.” He ran the whip over her exposed throat. “You live or die depending on his whim.”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Yes. But you don’t fear the future because as long as you satisfy his needs, he’ll bring you pleasure. You live in a nearly constant state of arousal.” Proving his point, he ran his hand over her crotch and deposited her wet offering on her inner thigh. “Whatever you need to do to get him to give you release, you’ll do it.”

  He moved behind her and began swatting her ass with the whip. Although she had to concentrate on breathing, she couldn’t ignore the fire he’d set off inside her. She burned, the flame beyond her ability to extinguish or control.

  “But your master doesn’t easily or often grant release. He knows you’ll remain receptive to his control as long as he has your full attention.” She heard the whip land on the floor. “Your world narrows down until everything revolves around sex.” Proving his point, he spread her ass cheeks and ran his fingers over her rear opening. “You don’t care. Nothing else matters.”

  “You’re wrong.” She’d hoped to sound strong. Instead her protest came out a whimper. “I’m not chattel.”

  He released her cheeks. She heard him moving about and waited, alive and desperate. When he touched her again, he began by rubbing something she suspected was body oil over her ass. He deposited more of the warm oil inside her butt and demonstrated its effectiveness by slipping his finger a couple of inches into her rear opening.

  “Have you ever taken a man in the ass?” he asked.

  “No!” Her throat closed down, forcing her to whisper. “He has no right.”

  “Past tense, Maita. Past tense.”

  No, no, no. The chant filled her ears. But even as she silently protested, her nipples hardened in anticipation. She tried not to let her pussy muscles clench, but they’d escaped her control.

  He fastened something around her hips that made her think of a garter belt except it also had cords or wires that hung down in front and back. With her head forced back so she couldn’t see anything except the ceiling, she could only imagine. He offered not a single word of explanation as he pressed something against her ass. A butt plug!

  Scared and excited, she did her best to relax while he slowly worked it into place. The device now filled her. Consumed her. She thought it might slide out when he stopped pushing on it, then realized the plug was attached to whatever he’d placed around her hips. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he held up something that looked like a TV remote for her to see.

  “Ten speeds,” he told her. “Probably more variation than you’ll give a damn about, but I wanted the best quality.” He pushed a button on the remote. The plug came to life, the buzzing barely noticeable. Still, she twitched in her bonds. He pushed again. This time she felt movement throughout her butt hole.

  “What— Please!”

  “Please what, Maita?”

  Another level of electrical charge briefly distracted her from the question. “Why are you doing this?”

  She expected him to say because I can. Instead, he gently stroked the side of her neck. “I’ve never met a woman like you,” he whispered. “I can’t get you out of my mind.” He continued stroking her as the plug moved and challenged inside her. “I’m making sure it’ll be the same for you,” he said and stepped away.

  Why? By turning her head as far to the right as possible, she saw him settle into a cross-legged position on the floor. He began rubbing himself.

  “Ready?” he asked. Before she could so much as think about a response, the plug’s vibrations became so intense it claimed her full attention. If she screamed I can’t take it! would he release her from this torment?

  Only, it wasn’t torment. Sensation licked over her. True, her ass had become the center, but waves radiated out to kiss and tantalize her throat, breasts, pelvis, thighs. She imagined her pussy lips turning red, her clit swelling. Moisture dribbled out of her opening to coat her inner thighs. The strain in her arms and legs added to the sensation. She’d become, what, a cunt? Maybe. A hot and hungry cunt.

  “Do me, do me, do me,” she chanted. She didn’t know or care what she meant by do. He rewarded and punished her by driving yet more power into the plug. It now felt as if it had found its way into her vagina. As it licked at hot, sensitive walls, curled upward toward her mons and from there to her belly.

  She rocked in the prison he’d created for and of her. She heard nothing beyond her own noisy breathing and the occasional senseless plea forced from her.

  Climax? No, not yet. Just a little more electricity, perhaps another swat from the whip. But fascinated as she was by what her body was capable of, most of all she wanted to be wrapped in his arms with his cock housed in her.

  For them to be equals.

  “How close, Maita?” he asked. “When you’re ready to come, let me know.”

  “I need…more.”

  Maybe he’d kicked the plug up another notch. She couldn’t tell. Beyond anything except needing release, she closed her eyes. In her mind, no longer was she restrained by bonds. Instead she’d willingly, gladly assumed this position because it brought them both pleasure. He enjoyed manipulating her response so she’d placed the plug in herself and handed the operating device to him. She heard her voice directing him to increase the vibrations, and he told her what watching her did to him sexually. They became partners in stimulation, kindred souls with the same goal.

  Close! Muscles tightening over and over again. Nipples feeling like rocks and her clit throbbing.

  “Coming!” she wrenched out. “Oh god, coming!”
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  She felt the plug rocking on top speed, pain-pleasure in her captured limbs, her throat stretched, her pussy—

  Him! His hand on her sex, teasing and promising, fingers in and out, in and out, pressure against her lips and clit, her mons being rubbed.

  “Mine,” he said.

  Then waves caught her and nothing else existed.

  * * * * *

  Kade had removed the plug and released Maita’s legs and neck, but he’d kept her wrists restrained and the now loose ceiling chain attached to the cuffs. She sat on the cold floor, her hands near her pussy, legs slightly bent. She stared unabashedly at her herself and repeatedly licked her lips.

  “Thirsty?” he asked.

  “Yes, please.”

  Leaving her, he went into the small bathroom for a glass, but instead of returning to her, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes had darkened, something he’d long associated with sexual excitement. His cock felt as if a clamp had been attached to it, and he’d left marks in his palms from clenching his fists.

  “Bastard,” he told the unexpectedly old-looking man staring back at him. “What the hell are you trying to prove?”

  Although he fought it, the image of Maita lying unconscious in a rodeo arena rose in his mind. He’d seen downed cowboys before and had experienced enough injuries of his own. One more victim shouldn’t have this reaction on him.

  But it had because this time…

  Unnerved by the remote possibility that he’d been about to admit he was falling in love with Maita, he switched off the light and stepped back into what Rylan delighted in calling his dungeon.

  Maita hadn’t moved. Locks of hair had come undone from the thick braid and obscured much of her features. The whip had left faint marks on her stomach and legs, and her neck looked red from the collar. Rope marks circled her ankles.