His words sounded nice enough, but Emily’s heart took a dive. It was her own fault for getting so wrapped up in the last few minutes she’d almost believed they were a couple. But Rider put that idea back in the corner in less than thirty seconds. She fought to keep her composure. No matter what he said, she wanted him to fuck her worse than ever. She had to take what she could get and keep her head on straight.
If he walked out the door tonight, having found her worthy of his world and no longer in need of his services, she at least wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her, his body writhing at her mercy. Even if she was on the bottom in this deal, metaphorically speaking, she wanted to experience the power of knowing a piece of him was hers after taking his cock deep into her pussy.
Emily sat back on her heels, breaking contact with him. She turned away and headed to the other side of the bed, glad the packages she’d brought home from the fetish shop were on the other end table. She needed a few moments to pull her composure back together without looking at him.
With a deep breath, she turned around and handed him the bags. Her hand shook. He mistook her reaction for fear over the contents. Fine. Let him.
“Don’t freak out on me. I haven’t let you down yet.”
“Yes, Sir.” She lowered her gaze and resumed the role she knew he would approve of.
“Come here.” He pointed to the spot right in front of him where she’d been before.
She closed the distance and kneeled, facing him.
Rider stroked a finger across her bottom lip, causing her to open her mouth. “Relax.”
She lowered her shoulders, finding it easier to resume the submissive stance than face her mounting disappointment that he was going to train her and toss her to the wind.
Rider opened the smaller plastic bag, the one she knew contained the clamps she’d selected. He removed the package and tore it open. He set the clamps on the bed next to her and lifted his hands to her breasts. “I love how you respond to my touch,” he muttered as he stroked his thumbs over the tips.
She arched her back, letting her eyes flutter as he worked her nipples into peaks. When they perked up, he pinched them between his thumbs and index fingers, gently at first and then rougher.
“So responsive, baby.” He rolled them to one side and then the other. And then he released them. “I’m going to clamp them now. It will feel odd at first, but breathe through the initial shock, and you’ll get used to them.”
She didn’t move or confirm. She doubted him entirely.
With one hand he clenched her right nipple. With the other hand he opened the tweezer-style clamp and eased it closed over her distended bud.
Emily flinched and inhaled a sharp breath at the pain.
Rider held her breast, squeezing the globe with his hand. “Breathe out, baby.” He caressed the skin as the pain subsided.
“Good girl. You did well. Now for the other one.” He grabbed the clamp quickly with his free hand and switched nipples, pinching the second one in the same manner until it was once again swollen and needy. And then he grasped it tight and clamped it to match its mate.
The second one was less of a shock than the first. She breathed through the pain and didn’t move an inch for fear they would sway and make her more aware of their presence.
Apparently that was the intention, however, because Rider tapped the dangling portion with his finger, causing the charm to rock left and right. Instead of the pain she expected, she found the slight tug arousing.
Damn him.
“Don’t move,” he instructed. And he turned and padded from the room as she watched. What the…?
In seconds he returned, carrying the pouch from his bike. He opened it and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He lifted them in the air. “A good cop is always prepared.”
She leaned back. “You’re going to cuff me?”
“Uh huh.” He took one wrist and clamped the cuff on so fast she didn’t have time to recoil. He tapped her knee and pointed at the head of the bed. “Crawl to the headboard, baby, facing the wall.”
She hesitated a second, a little concerned about her safety if she let him cuff her to the bed. That might be above and beyond the spanking and the clamps.
Rider pulled her arm and nudged her forward from the side. “Scoot closer to the center.”
She followed his instruction as he climbed onto the mattress and planted himself on his knees alongside her.
The second she was close enough to the headboard, he pulled her arm forward, wrapped the open cuff around one of the rungs, and reached for her free hand.
“Rider?” she questioned as he secured her to the bed. There was no chance of escape. These cuffs weren’t the pretend, dime-store variety. They were the real deal. He was a cop.
“Look how sexy you are.”
She dipped her head. Her breasts swung heavy with the clamps pulling on them, and she wrapped her hands around the rung of the headboard to steady herself.
Rider crawled behind her. “Hold on to the headboard tight so the cuffs don’t pull too hard.” He nudged her knees apart and then settled between them, forcing them wider. He stroked her skin with his fingers, up and down her back until she calmed.
When her breaths evened out, he seemed to know immediately. His hands smoothed around to her belly and played there, pressing her back into his cock. “You’re so tiny, I can cover your entire stomach.” He reached lower almost before he finished speaking. While one hand held her torso against him, the other parted her lower lips and slipped between them to draw out her wetness. He whispered close to her ear. “What’s your safe word?”
“Red,” she croaked out.
“Good girl.” And then his hands were gone and he leaned back to grab the other bag she’d gotten from Danielle. The contents were a mystery. “Did you peek?”
“No, Sir.” The bag had been taped shut as it still was. Even if she’d wanted to look, there’d been no way to keep that to herself.
The rustling unnerved her, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes, but there really had been no need.
The first thing Rider did was slip a blindfold over her head and secure it around her face. “Concentrate on how you feel. Use all your other senses. It’s amazing what a different experience sex can be when you can’t see.” He kissed her cheek and lowered his hands down her body until he gripped her hips. One hand disappeared just as quickly.
More rustling and then something soft landed on her butt crack. It tickled. She squirmed, which shook the clamps on her nipples and made her moan. He was right again. Every sense was heightened. What the hell was he dragging up her spine? A feather?
“Just feel,” he demanded.
For several minutes he teased her skin everywhere with what had to be a feather, lifting it now and then only to set it down in a random new spot. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Every time the feather landed on her nipples, she flinched. They were so sensitive.
“Do the clamps feel okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let me know if they begin to hurt. I don’t want you to be in pain. This is all about pleasure. I won’t leave them on much longer this first time.”
She was glad. They made her nervous.
More rustling. Something new touched her nose. She inhaled the scent of leather.
Rider dangled the new item across the swell of her breasts first and then over her shoulders and down her back. “This is a flogger, baby. I’m not going to strike you with it tonight. I just want to tease you.”
She was teased. There was no doubt about that.
The supple leather caressed her everywhere. Finally, Rider eased it down her crack and then reached around and grabbed it with his other hand between her legs.
She gasped when he pulled the two ends and rubbed her pussy with the leather.
“Shit. Rider. I’m—”
“No you aren’t. Don’t come, baby. Not until I say so.”
She gritted her teeth. Don�
��t come? Was he fucking kidding?
“Good girl.” He kept the pressure on her pussy, the strands of the flogger pressing into her clit. “Fight it.” Finally, he released her, and she exhaled a long breath. The relief she needed didn’t come, but the ball of need in the pit of her stomach now ruled her body.
A popping noise brought her back to attention. And then something cold landed at the top of her butt crack.
Lube.
She cringed and tightened her cheeks. “Rider… No.” Please tell me he isn’t planning to fuck my ass before my pussy. She’d never done it before and didn’t plan to start now. The idea made her shrink toward the headboard.
Rider splayed a palm across her belly again. He set his lips on her ear, making her shiver. “I’m not going to take your ass with my cock, baby. Relax. This dick is going into your pussy tonight. But open your mind to the sensations. I like the tight feeling of fucking a woman’s ass. Lots of men do.”
She didn’t move as he spoke. As long as he didn’t violate her safe word, she was fine. “What if I don’t like it?”
“You tell me to stop.” He stroked a finger through her crack, glancing over her tight hole.
With his hand across her belly, she was trapped. She clenched her cheeks again and took deep breaths.
“One finger. That’s all. I know this is new to you. You’re doing so well, baby. I’m piling on more than a regular newbie could possibly take in one night. But you’re so fucking sexy and turned on. If I thought you couldn’t handle it, I would stop. But your body is on fire. Tell me you aren’t more aroused than you were when I spanked you.”
“I am, Sir.”
“See?” His finger was trapped between her clenched cheeks. “Open for me, baby. Let the sensations ride through you. Close your eyes behind the blindfold and feel. I promise the feeling of having both holes filled is beyond your imagination. You will soar.”
She fought to release her clenched cheeks. This is wrong… This feels so fucking good…
She took a deep breath and let him in, relaxing her ass muscles as he stroked through the lube again, coating her entire crack and reaching lower each time until she wanted to beg him to touch her pussy.
“Concentrate on your tight hole, baby.” He was still right against her, his hand steady on her stomach, his lips against her ear. “Feel my finger at the entrance.” He pressed against the forbidden hole, not enough to breach it yet, but enough to make her aware.
She squeezed her cheeks together again on instinct.
He didn’t say anything, letting her work it out and relax again.
She swelled with emotion at how gentle he was.
He didn’t pressure her and seemed to know exactly what she needed and when she needed it. “So good, baby. You feel so good.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant she felt good herself, or if he liked the feel of her. Didn’t matter.
“I’m going to press into you now,” he whispered. “One finger. Not far. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.” By now she actually wanted him to do it. She was so aware of her tight hole, she needed more.
He must have sensed that. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Oh God. Ohgodohgod. How had he managed to reduce her to this? She swallowed hard and opened her mouth. “Please press your finger into my ass, Sir.”
He immediately complied, splaying his hand against her spread cheeks as one finger gradually breached the entrance and reached inside her.
She took shallow breaths, fighting in her mind over the fucking fantastic sensation at war with the totally taboo notion of allowing someone to cross her forbidden barrier.
“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” It was as though he were already inside her the way he invaded her space, held her so close to him, tickled her ear with his mouth.
He twisted his finger in a partial circle and then back the other way.
She moaned.
“That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes…” Her word came out on a breath.
His hand crawled up from her waist to her chest. He cupped a breast as he spoke again. “I’m going to release clamps now. They’ve been on long enough. It will sting for a moment. And baby?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Don’t come. Fight the need.”
She gritted her teeth, afraid she couldn’t comply with his wish. Even without any contact with her pussy, she was a ball on the edge of a cliff.
The first clamp disappeared so fast she didn’t have time to think. The second one followed two seconds later.
She moaned so loud she couldn’t hear his words.
And he held her steady, his arm stretching across her torso, his hand cupping her breast.
His other hand remained against her ass, still impaling her with one finger. “God, you’re sexy. Shit, Emily. I’m going to come before I get inside you.”
She could hear his frustration and felt the same thing. “Do it. Now.” She panted. “Please, Rider. I need you inside me.” She thought she might cry from the need consuming her. “Now.”
“Okay, baby.” He released her body and removed his hand slowly from her ass. She could hear him opening and closing something. A container? Wipes? And then ripping. That would be a condom.
And then he was back. He pried her fingers from around the rung of the bed she gripped and pressed her upper back to lower her face toward the pillows.
The second her nipples hit the sheet, she gasped. So sensitive.
Rider’s breathing increased. She could hear him panting as he arranged her with her face on the pillow and her ass in the air, legs spread. He situated himself between her legs and grabbed her hips.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“God, yes.” He didn’t need to draw out her moisture. She was soaked. It ran down her thighs.
He didn’t hesitate any longer. His grip on her hips was firm as he pressed into her from behind. His cock teased her entrance for only a second, and then he thrust home.
All Emily knew were stars. If she hadn’t been wearing the blindfold, she doubted she would have been able to see any more than she did with it on. Her vision clouded like it did when she rode an intense ride at an amusement park, the kind where she circled around so fast her eyes stop seeing.
She exploded around his cock the second he thrust all the way in.
“Oh, fuck, Emily. That feels so good.” He stroked her back haphazardly as though his hand wasn’t really under the control of his brain. His nails dug into her skin as her orgasm rocked her world.
Rider held steady inside her while she came down from the highest high of her life. Not all the way down, but enough to want him to move.
She pressed back against his torso when she craved more friction. How the hell she was capable of wanting more right then was beyond her. But she did. She wasn’t done. This night was full of sensation, and she intended to enjoy every second of it.
Rider moved all right. He grasped her hips again and fucked her hard and fast. She didn’t want it any other way. Nothing had ever felt so right.
Her nipples abraded against the sheet, pebbling to new peaks. She held the rung of the headboard so tight her fingers would be sore for days.
And she craved more of him.
Her arousal rose again, astounding her.
“I’m not going to last, baby,” Rider muttered.
“Rub my clit.” Whoever the woman was asking for that, she’d never met her.
In an instant, his hand was around her waist and his fingers were on her, pressing hard against her swollen nub, not releasing it, but agitating it in tandem with the thrusts of his cock.
She was right there. So close. His cock felt so fucking good, stretching her dormant pussy to the fullest.
And then he uttered the one word she needed to hear. “Come.”
He held steady inside her, rigid against her ass. She felt him pulsing i
n her tight channel a second before she tipped over the edge with him, gripping him in a dance choreographed by the gods.
They stayed like that for a long time. Her arms ached from the odd position stretched above her head. She didn’t care. She could hardly exert the energy needed to breathe.
When he finally eased out of her, she whimpered, not ready for him to move.
He chuckled. “I have to release your hands, baby. You’re going to need some circulation.” He leaned over her and popped the cuffs quickly.
She had to work to let go of the headboard. And then she collapsed onto the mattress face first, stretching her legs out behind her.
Rider grabbed her wrists and rubbed them where the cuffs had chafed slightly. “You’re a little pink here. Does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
Rider snuggled into her back on one side, planting a rainstorm of kisses along her shoulder blade. He nestled one knee between her legs and wrapped his arm around her middle to cup her breast, tugging her tightly against him.
In a second she felt the soft covers fall across her body. How he managed without releasing her she didn’t know. She was in a weird place, struggling with so many emotions, she couldn’t breathe. She hadn’t opened her eyes yet, even though he pushed the blindfold off her head as he settled next to her tighter.
So comfortable…
He held her together, her physical body and her emotions.
But she couldn’t keep them inside. They were bubbling to the surface. She could feel the rush coming on.
“It’s okay, baby. Breathe. You’re okay. Let it go.” He stroked her face, brushing her hair out of the way, leaning into her space.
She knew he was watching her closely. Why was he not as exhausted?
“Let it go,” he repeated. “You’re going to hyperventilate.”
The damn burst. Tears ran down her face, and she heaved for oxygen.
What’s the matter with me?
Deep sobs wracked her body over and over, never ending.
And Rider held her tighter. His hands caressed her everywhere. Which only made the situation worse.
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