by Tina Donahue
She drew her mouth away from the phallus and rested her cheek on the table. Eyes closed, heart thumping, she heard Mitch put the camera down and pad closer.
“My turn,” he said.
Oh no, hell no. She couldn’t endure much more. She had to rest first.
Without complaint, Connor pulled out of her, leaving Nikki to his brother. The wood recorded Connor’s uneven steps. He drooped to the floor and lay spread-eagle, the condom dangling from his flaccid rod.
Mitch grabbed another for himself. Nikki expected him to put it on and mount her.
He did not.
She glanced at the belt resting near his foot. “Are you going to whip me too?”
Not answering, Mitch picked up the strap and went to her.
Chapter Ten
He wrapped the leather twice around his palm as Connor had, noting how Nikki watched him. Her lids were heavy with fatigue, her eyes glimmering with interest. She followed his movements in the mirror, staring as he stepped behind her.
Mitch lifted the strap. She blinked rapidly, her lips parting for what? A cry of surprise? Expected pain? Her ass was barely pink from Connor’s whipping. He hadn’t left any brutal marks. Mitch would have slugged him if he had.
He pushed her hair aside, exposing her back so she’d be totally nude. Her gaze questioned his intentions. Mitch made her wait as he regarded her. Nikki grew more alert, though not afraid.
I know you won’t hurt me, she’d said.
He’d die first. This was about titillation, not payback. He dangled the end of the strap above her shoulders, drawing it down her spine to her waist. Sounds bubbled from her, assuring Mitch that she found this pleasant. He continued, easing the belt across her buttocks.
She lifted them.
Good girl. Mitch slipped the leather between her legs, running it back and forth over her clit as he would his fingers. She gurgled like a helpless babe, balling her hands into fists, rapping them repeatedly against the wood.
Connor jerked at the sharp sounds, then rolled to his side, still asleep.
Nikki was all motion. Mitch recalled what she’d said earlier about pounding the table to make them quit. He murmured, “You want me to stop?”
“What? No. Don’t you fucking dare.”
Yes, ma’am. He maneuvered the belt, attuned to every noise she made and each movement. Several times, she pushed to her toes, then came down hard, her heels smacking the floor. She wiggled and jerked, rattling the chains attached to the shackles that held her.
Their clatter intensified Mitch’s desire to see this through. She was his finally, imprisoned more than just physically—he had her emotionally. Never again would she leave him. He was going to see to it. As he continued to tease her clit, Nikki responded with huffs and breathless moans. Mitch measured each to determine how long the wait would be for her approaching climax. Unless he was mistaken, it would arrive in seconds.
Just short of her coming, Mitch removed the leather, damp with her moisture, draping it across the phallus.
“What are you doing?” she asked, then complained, “No, dammit, no.” Her fists hammered the table, jangling her chains. “Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of continuing…at least not yet.
She groaned.
He kissed the small of her back and each spanked cheek. Even there, she smelled of magnolias. He wasn’t going to allow her to ever wear another scent.
“Prick,” she cried.
“You have no idea.”
She went quiet, then whispered, “What are you going to do?”
Mitch pulled off a feather stuck to her jaw. Another had caught in her hair. He placed both in his palm and blew, watching them sail upward, then flutter down, landing on her shoulder.
Nikki tapped her forehead against the table.
“Frustrated?” Mitch asked.
She growled.
“This may help.” He unlocked the shackles that held her wrists.
It took her a moment to react. Slowly, she pulled her arms back as though she didn’t quite believe she was free. And then she dipped her hand between her legs, heading for her unappeased little clit.
“Uh-uh.” Mitch grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away, pressing his body into hers. “Eve would never do that.”
“Then she’s an idiot.”
He fought laughter. Brushing damp strands of hair from her neck, he kissed the back of it, so smooth and moist. “She’s a slave. Want me to get Connor’s book to remind you how she acts?”
Nikki inhaled deeply, her back pushing into his chest. “With her master or with the other guys?”
Those downstairs continued to play their music, reminding Mitch that he, Nikki and Connor weren’t alone. Not that it mattered. No way would any other man touch her from here on out, except for his brother. Mitch ran his hands down Nikki’s arms, lacing his fingers through hers, trapping her with his strength, letting her know she belonged to him. Always would. With his mouth on her ear, he whispered, “That snotty answer just earned you another spanking.”
“Prove it.”
He smiled. “You’re so bad we might need several blackboards to record all your transgressions.”
“Promises, promises.”
Releasing one wrist, he smacked her left buttock. She sighed, then tried to reach her clit again.
Mitch caught her hand before she could. “Remember, you brought this on yourself.”
“What? Hey.”
He wrapped the strap around her wrists, tying them to the base of the phallus. “I tried to be nice,” he said.
“What made you think I wanted that?”
He smacked her ass again.
She spoke through her teeth. “Harder.”
He complied, the crack of his next blow ringing through the room, making his palm sting.
“Not enough,” she bitched. “Untie me so you can use the strap.”
Yeah, sure. Did she think he was stupid? “Why do that when there are dozens more on the wall. Which one of them do you prefer?”
Nikki pushed out her bottom lip and gave him the finger.
Grinning, he tore open the condom’s packet and moved to the front of the table so she’d see what he was doing, guess what he had planned. She’d said his cock was longer than Connor’s, but not quite as thick. How wrong she was. If he got any bigger or harder, his skin would split and his brother would be crying with envy.
“Think it’ll fit?” she asked.
Mitch rolled the rubber over his crown, taking his time, making her anticipate. “I’ll get so deep inside you, I’ll be where no man has been before.”
She regarded his shaft with renewed wonder. “I was talking about the condom.”
Yeah, he knew that. “It’s gonna be a stretch.” He grunted and groaned, pretending it hurt as he rolled the thing to the base of his cock.
Nikki giggled.
It made him weak. It made him want. Her happiness touched a part of Mitch that had lain dormant all these years. Even as a teen he’d never really felt reckless and young. He did now.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he warned.
“Not with you way over there and me way over here. You’re long,” she said, “but not that long.”
He strode to her, his cock barely bouncing it was so fucking rigid.
Nikki wasn’t smiling now. Her color deepened. She drew her tongue across her lips in a display of carnal hunger.
Oh she was bad…or putting on a show. Had she behaved like this with her ex and all the guys who’d been at those Hampton parties? Mitch didn’t want to consider it. He needed to be special to her.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, a demand he’d never made of other women, not caring what they thought.
Nikki’s expression registered her surprise. She murmured, “For as long as I can remember. There’s never been anyone but you and Connor.”
His brother was again on his back, sleeping peacefully. Why? Because he already knew what was in Nikki�
�s heart or he refused to care?
“You do believe me, don’t you, Mitch?”
Her anguish was so fucking obvious, he would’ve been a fool not to have trusted her. Even so, he challenged. “Show me.”
“I have…and I will. Fuck me.”
There was a plea and a command in her words with the directive having the most power. It told Mitch she couldn’t wait any longer for him to be inside her. Not that he was of a mind to disobey.
He moved between her legs and leaned down, his cock brushing her thigh as he checked the binding around her wrists. She gave him an openmouthed kiss on the inside of his arm. Her tongue was hot, wet, tickling.
He gasped. “Stop.”
She suckled.
Choking out a laugh, he pulled away. “You have a bad attitude, lady. You need to learn obedience.”
“Show me how bad I am.” She rubbed her ass against his groin.
Being doused with gasoline and lit up couldn’t have produced more heat between them. “You asked for it.” Straightening, Mitch grabbed his cock and plunged inside her pussy, stopping only when his body was snug to hers, his breath whooshing out at being so deep, held so tightly.
The way Nikki tensed said she hadn’t expected him to take her vaginally. She regarded him in the mirror, her chest pumping as hard as his. “Miss your mark?” she asked.
She wasn’t going to make him laugh. He bit her shoulder, a tender love bite that had her howling.
“Behave,” he warned, smacking what he could of her ass. “You’ll wake Connor.”
She cooed, “Not ready to share me?”
He wasn’t. That would come later. For now, nothing mattered to Mitch except her full concentration on his pleasure. He answered her question with his unyielding, relentless pumps. Given the angle of their bodies and Nikki’s moans, his cock was doing a fine job of rubbing her clit.
It wasn’t sufficient for him. Mitch needed her to be as out of control, as wanting as he was. As he continued to pound into her, resisting climax, his fingers circled her clit, not yet touching it.
Nikki tugged so hard on the belt, the phallus shook.
“Hey,” he panted. “Don’t do that. You’ll break it.”
That made her pause—for a millisecond. “You’re worried about your damn prop when I’m in serious pain here? Dammit, rub me!”
He withdrew his hand to show her who was boss.
Nikki cursed more than he or Connor ever had, with a few of her oaths new to him. “What in the hell does that mean?”
“What do you think?”
Mitch slowed his pumps to maintain control. “It’s not possible for any man to do that to himself.”
Nikki whined, “Please, don’t torture me like this.”
“Torture?” He growled, “You have no idea what suffering is.” It was her being away, marrying another man, sleeping with that SOB, giving him her love. For that, Mitch wanted to drag this out forever, never allowing her peace.
Instead, he increased his pace, determined to keep himself from coming for as long as possible, even if he risked a stroke. To prove to Nikki what she’d been missing, what their future would be.
Again she went rigid, caught off guard by his intensified thrusts and him rubbing her nub. Her shock didn’t last. His body’s rhythm pulled her back in, her sheath narrowing with her coming climax, her clit getting thicker, her body responding to his.
Abruptly, he stopped.
It took Nikki a moment to catch up. She squeezed her inner muscles around his cock repeatedly and with a fury that was maddening, but wouldn’t make him come. Mitch bit his bottom lip, drawing blood, welcoming the pain so he could concentrate on it rather than what her body was doing to his.
More oaths poured from her, these quite familiar.
At last, her energy petered out and she stopped working his rod. “Is that it?” she wheezed. “Is that all you—”
Whatever Nikki intended to say was lost on her gasp. Mitch had resumed pumping, making certain to rub her clit at the same tempo. She came quick and rough, just as he wanted.
While she soared, he denied his own relief, pulling out of her, untying the belt, freeing her hands. No way would they be heading for her nub anytime soon. That poor little thing was as exhausted as she was. As sensitive.
What was coming wouldn’t help the matter. Mitch wanted to make certain Nikki never forgot this or him.
His cock was primed in a way he hadn’t experienced with other women, only her. He directed the tip to her anus, still slick from the lubrication, her opening already stretched by his brother. Another man might have harbored jealousy over that. Not him. Sibling rivalry had never been an option for them, only a united front against the rest of the world. However, that didn’t mean Mitch wouldn’t try to outdo Connor now. That urge was as primal as wanting to breathe.
Positioned to enter her, he burrowed inside.
Nikki’s head shot up, a startled “oh” escaping her. Mitch worked his cock deeper within, measuring his movements to quell his excitement so he wouldn’t climax too quickly. That wouldn’t be right. He had to outshine every man who’d ever slept with her. With one hand he grabbed her wrists, confining Nikki with his body and sheer will.
“Oh shit no,” she cried at his next move. “Stop.”
Not a chance. He massaged her clit and eased out of her anus, then slid back inside, going farther each time.
With what little strength she had left, Nikki fought his masturbation of her. Though commendable, she was no match for him or the shackles that kept her from closing her legs. Mercilessly, he teased her nub, his rod easing past the last few inches until her anus contained his full length.
Resting her forehead on the table, she made sounds as primitive as the act. It excited Mitch further, though he still refused to pump or come. He focused on her, making Nikki endure the pressure of his shaft, his ceaseless stroking, another protracted climax, offering no other choice.
After a few seconds, she stopped fighting, accepting his command of her body.
He played her differently than he had the other women he’d known. He used her with passion buried too long and with love that allowed for tenderness and hope. As she climaxed again, then lay panting, Mitch laced his fingers through hers and pumped.
In an ideal world, he would have been hung better than King Kong, had the endurance of Superman and lasted for days. Nikki’s softness, fragrance and warmth wouldn’t allow him to draw out the act. After a dozen thrusts, Mitch caved to the mother of all orgasms, complete with the earth seeming to move and something singing. Not angels. Maybe the guys downstairs.
He suppressed a groan. He’d clenched his jaw so much, it throbbed. The muscles in his neck and shoulders ached. His balls and cock were sagging fast, all the good shit from the climax fading too quickly.
Still holding onto Nikki’s hands, Mitch lowered himself to her, making certain she didn’t have to bear the burden of his weight. He kissed her shoulder, damp from sex, and caught enough air to pant, “You okay?”
She mumbled something jumbled and weary.
He teased, “You still awake?”
“Huh?”
“Was I doing this alone? Did you fall asleep on me while we were fucking?”
Nikki elbowed his arm. “As if I ever could.”
The “ever” got him horny all over again and stirred Mitch more than the most effusive praise. He licked the contour of her earlobe, then murmured, “I’ve missed you too.”
She made a noise that sounded both pleased and pained. Before Mitch could reassure her the past was over, he didn’t give a shit about it, she dragged their joined hands to her mouth and kissed his knuckles, keeping him close, inhaling his scent. The way a woman in love would do.
It brought a lump to his throat. He forced it down and tried to get comfortable. His knees wanted to give out, while the rest of him didn’t feel all that great either. Ignoring his discomfort, he concentrated on other stuff. The rain hadn’t let up, that was f
or sure, its gloom making the afternoon seem more like dusk. The wind whipped past with a vengeance, rattling things outside. Pity the poor souls stuck out there.
In here was definitely better, though not ideal. A soft mattress kept calling to him. There were numerous furnished bedrooms on the second floor forbidden to the cast and crew. Their music continued, interrupted by the incessant chimes of the doorbell. Apparently, their ladies had arrived. Ready to party.
Oddly enough, their pleasure made Mitch think of how uncomfortable Nikki must be. He released himself from her and undid the shackles around her feet, then helped her to sit on the table. Her legs dangled over the side, one arm draping his shoulder for support. He smoothed her hair back and plucked wayward feathers from her chin and neck.
She finished her yawn and asked, “Am I messed up?”
“Don’t worry.” He removed another feather. “We all are to one extent or another, from bad parenting and other shit.”
Her shoulders trembled with weary laughter. “I meant is my makeup fucked up?”
“’Fraid so.” He brushed away the glitter on the bridge of her nose. “That’s better.”
“Bull.” She rested her forehead against his chin. “You’re supposed to hide my freckles, not uncover them. I should have had them lasered off.”
Mitch lifted her face and brushed his lips over hers. “Don’t even think about it.”
“No?” she breathed. “If I do, what’ll happen?”
“You’ll be spending a very long afternoon in this room, wailing like a banshee while I punish you.”
“No shit? Might be worth the risk.”
Damn, she was something. Too bad he couldn’t do anything about it until after he rested. Mitch calculated the distance to the nearest bedroom. Probably a hundred or so steps. Up here, a mere five would have them on the floor. Maybe it wasn’t as uncomfortable as he remembered.
He was about to help Nikki from the table when something compelled him to look at Connor. His brother was awake, hands behind his head, observing her. There was a hint of yearning on his face, a shitload of naked lust and something Mitch couldn’t quite read. Continued suspicion as to her true motives?