by Gemma James
A few seconds later, he wraps what I’m assuming is one of his ties around my eyes, and I’m thrust into blackness. Everything is escalating too fast. He shoves my upper body to the mattress, and I rest my cheek on the fluffy comforter as he pulls my arms behind me. Soft leather circles my wrists, and I realize too late that he’s restraining my hands at my back.
“Mmmmfffh,” is all I can say. I fight his hold, squirming and protesting in muffled indignation.
That’s when he smacks my ass. Hard. His palm comes down four more times in rapid succession. “You’re not getting out of this, Sawyer.”
I don’t know what it is about the command in his tone, but I stop fighting instantly. Maybe it’s too close to the way my father has spoken to me for years.
Or maybe I just want Ash, and I’ll do anything to have him.
“You’re so damn beautiful. Seeing you exposed like this is turning me on like crazy.”
Yep. Ashton Levine is a pervert. But I am too since I’m wet just from the gruff sound of his voice—from the heat of his knees between mine as the chilly air in the hotel room teases my most intimate places.
And I’m helpless.
Gagged and unable to ask questions or protest beyond a muffled whine.
The ability to touch taken by his cuffs.
My sight stolen by his tie.
The real kicker?
I’m sticking my ass in the air of my own free will, just waiting for him to punish it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ashton
My heart is thrashing against my ribcage. I’m so jacked up on adrenaline, I feel like a lunatic. I crouch between her knees for a few seconds, trying to get myself under control. No one’s ever affected me the way Sadie does.
And I’m all too aware of how this might be my last night with her—my last chance to obliterate her will, drive her insane, maybe even make her hate me awhile from the sensation overload I’m planning to unleash on her vulnerable body.
I’m going to destroy her just so I can put her back together again.
My dick is rock hard and longing for the glove of her body. The temptation to sink inside her is too much. I bite my lip until the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue. I might push boundaries, might demand her submission, but she’s spread before me, gagged and bound because that’s where she wants to be.
No matter how much I want to fuck her, I’d never destroy her trust like that.
Swiveling around, I sit at the end of the bed, then I carefully lie back until I’m gazing up at her sweet pussy. I grab her hips and haul her upright, directly above my mouth, and a muffled gasp escapes her.
“I’m gonna eat you out, and you’re gonna be a good girl and not come.” As I slide the tip of my tongue through her wetness, she sways forward and almost loses her balance. Steadying her with my hands at her hips, I prop her up, my biceps straining from the effort.
“Can you snap your fingers for me?”
She does.
“Good. When you get close that’s how I want you to signal me. I’ll stop to give you a short break. But if you come, Sadie…” I lower my voice, and a thrill travels down my spine before reaching the throbbing tip of my cock. “If you come, you’ll regret it.”
Hell, I have every intention of making her come.
She whines a protest—the first of many I plan to drag from her. I yank her down onto my mouth, and she settles her weight evenly onto her knees. I tilt her body until I’m able to feast on her at the right angle, with firm, constant licks of my tongue.
By the time I’m through, she’ll be insane with the urge to orgasm.
This night is all about how far I can push her.
Confident she’s steady above me, I move one hand between her legs and dip into her drenched core. Using her body’s natural lubricant, I prepare her ass for my finger. As I push into her puckered hole, she goes rigid above me, her mewls high-pitched and erratic.
I’m glad I gagged her. I can only imagine the complaints we’d get from neighboring suites if I left her with the ability to vocalize her pain and pleasure.
She snaps her fingers, and I immediately withdraw my tongue from her pussy.
She snaps again. And again. And again.
And I laugh.
“My finger in your backdoor is staying. That alone won’t get you off.”
Her breathing quickens, and I think she’s cursing at me despite the gag. I can’t help but laugh again. I withdraw my finger only to shove it back in, and I love the way she jerks upon the invasion. But if I were really hurting her, she’d be scrambling off of me right now, regardless of her bound wrists. She’s so goddamn easy to read. Her body is sinking toward my face again in tiny degrees, her greedy pussy aching for my mouth.
She’ll tolerate the intrusion into her puckered hole because she wants more of my tongue. For someone as sexually inhibited as Sadie, she knows exactly how to bring me to my complete and utter demise.
Maybe she couldn’t get past her self-consciousness with anyone else because none of them were me. That might sound arrogant, but I feel the same way about her. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that no other woman caught my attention for any length of time.
None of them were Sadie.
She might be the third leg of the tripod that includes my sister and me, but in all actuality, she’s my other half. She’s the one girl I can be myself with. The one girl who’s burrowed so far under my skin, she’s become part of me. I’m not sure when it happened—some pivotal moment in high school I can’t pinpoint, but I know it exists.
Maybe it was the night I watched her go to prom with whatever the fuck his name was. As she went off with some jock I couldn’t help but despise, arm in arm, all I remember is the jealousy that wrapped around my chest, squeezing until I couldn’t breathe.
No wonder Corinne doesn’t remember our time together in high school the same way I do. Now that I’m analyzing that night, I realize how all of my attention had been on the fiery redhead across the dance floor instead of on the date in my arms.
Shit, I can’t even think of Corinne right now. She called right before I left for the hotel, and I know I can’t ignore the pregnancy bomb she dropped on me forever, but for tonight, I need to.
Tonight is all about breaking past the last of Sadie’s defenses, and I’ll use any means necessary.
“Okay,” I say, licking my lips. “Break’s over. No coming.”
I go after her clit with renewed fervor, tongue sliding between her folds until I find that bud of super sensitive nerves. As my mouth closes around her flesh, I lick her in quick, firm strokes. The wicked digit in her ass sinks a little deeper.
She’s lost control of her hips, and she’s doing everything in her power to grind on my face. I hold her up with one hand, keeping her from tipping forward as I lick and suck the hell out of her pussy. If she doesn’t snap her fingers soon, she’s going to come. She’s too inexperienced to last much longer without a cooling reprieve.
Just when I think she’s tipping over the edge, she snaps her fingers, halting the downward plummet she’s craving.
I lift her off of me by a few inches, and my quick breaths drift over her flushed skin. Her thighs are quaking around my head. I slowly roam my gaze up her body, stalling on her pebbled nipples for a few seconds, and find her head tilted back.
Red hair draping her shoulders.
Chest rising and falling with too-rapid breaths.
Drool is escaping her gagged mouth, and the sight of her above me, tense and on the edge, shoots straight to the tip of my cock, making me drip pre-cum. I’m about to pull her back onto my face when I spot tears sliding out from underneath the blindfold.
“Sadie? Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
A low moan breaks free of the gag, and she shakes her head. I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but her body clues me in. She lowers to my mouth again, encouraging me to devour her with my lips and tongue.
And I d
o.
We continue this method of sexual madness for an hour or more. I lick her until she snaps her fingers, and every time, she comes back for more.
The unbearable need to orgasm is going to win out—it always does.
And afterward…that’s when the real fun begins.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sadie
I’m going to come.
Ashton is a diabolical ass because he’s setting me up to fail, and there’s not an atom in my body that wants me to win his cruel game. As his tongue runs the length of my slit, and that damn finger in my ass wiggles, the pressure reaches an all-time high. I’m about to break my fingers from the strength it takes to snap them.
But I can’t.
More like won’t.
My body has taken over, and I’m grinding his face in wanton need. Unashamed, so far out of my mind that the room could be full of people, and I wouldn’t care.
All that exists is his hot, talented mouth devouring between my thighs.
More tears drench the blindfold, and some slip free. I’m not crying out of sorrow or pain. I’m sobbing out of pure frustration. I’m not even worried about his punishment if I let go and dive into a free-fall.
I don’t want to let him win.
It’s already too late. My fingers refuse to snap one more time—just one more fucking time—and I come in long waves of ecstasy, my release flooding his greedy mouth. I lose all sense of reality, and any sliver of balance I was holding on to disintegrates. I’m swaying to the side, flopping like a boneless mass toward the mattress, when he grabs me.
He flips us, and I find myself sinking into the mattress on my back. He shoves my legs wide open and brings his mouth to my pussy once more.
And he licks up every last bit of me.
I don’t care that I’m a sweaty mess, that my arms are on fire from having my hands restrained behind me. I can’t form a coherent thought, let alone worry about my uncomfortable position.
I’ve never come like that before, on a whole new plane of existence—a level so high I think God himself would have to look up. I’m boneless and disoriented, as if high on drugs…or what I imagine being high would feel like.
He slides up my body and wipes the tears from my cheeks. His touch is so gentle and warm that it makes me want to cry for an entirely different reason.
“You okay?”
Still gagged, I can do no more than nod.
“You’re crying.” He takes my chin in his hand, his thumb caressing my jawline. “I’d take out the gag, but we’re not done yet. As soon as we are, I’m going to hold you for as long as you need, and you can talk to me for as long as you want. Do you understand?”
Another nod. Another bout of tears. I’m not sure I can muster the energy to speak anyway. I’m overwhelmed by the confusing emotions roaring through me.
He shifts, and I hear a loud buzzing sound come to life. “I promised punishment if you came. I always keep my promises, Sadie.” He settles between my knees and presses a vibrator directly on my clit.
The thing is too powerful, making me jerk involuntarily. I bring my knees together.
Or I try.
He shoves them apart again. “Don’t move. I don’t care how hard it is for you to keep your legs spread. You’re going to lie here and come as many times as I want you to.” Putting action to words, he adds pressure to that wicked weapon he’s using on my most tender, intimate spot, and another orgasm rips through me.
My body is shaking uncontrollably from sensation overload. Something deep, almost animalistic originates from my throat, and not even the gag can smother my howl of pain.
How can something so pleasurable be so painful at the same time? My legs are quaking violently, tensing in cramping agony, and I can’t stop my knees from inching together. The thought of him bringing that vibrator to my clit again makes me bite down on the gag.
“Legs open, Sadie. I can tie your ankles to the bed posts if you need me to.”
Shaking my head, I spread wide and wait for that horrid method of torture again.
He presses the sexual weapon to my pussy and amps up the vibrations. With a smothered scream, I arch my spine, upper body lifting off the bed. I hang there for a few seconds, suspended in purgatory between wanting to come and not wanting to come.
The pulse between my legs goes on for too many seconds—unbearable ticks of the clock that seem endless. Jesus, this is torture.
I want to howl and cry, unhindered by the gross rubber pressing down on my tongue. More than anything, I want to see him.
Is he watching me with that dark, lustful look in his blue eyes? Is his cock hard and dripping? I hate that he can see every part of me, feel every part of me, and I can do nothing but take it, sight, touch, and voice taken.
I flop back to the bed. Digging the heels of my feet into the mattress, I scoot up by a couple of inches. The maneuver gets me nowhere. Ashton follows with that vibrator, increasing the pressure on my overworked clit, and draws out another reluctant orgasm.
He does this over and over again until I’m drenched in sweat and rolling my head back and forth. Until my legs are so weak I can’t hold them up anymore. They drape open like limp noodles. My heart is thumping so hard, I’m worried I might black out.
“Last time, baby. I promise.”
One more time might kill me, but I don’t have the energy to fight him. He forces another orgasm, and my spine bows in a torturous arch. My feet cramp—toes curled in a mix of ecstasy and agony. God, it hurts. There’s nothing merciful about the way he’s playing my body, as if he’s the puppeteer of my sex.
He’s completely wrecked me. From this point forward, nothing we say or do will erase this night. How can it when he’s systematically stripped me of all my layers? My defenses are in utter ruins, and I’m certain our friendship is irrevocably lost.
The word friends no longer exists between Ash and me. The only thing left is his sexual web of depravity, and the wings of my useless will caught in his trap.
I am his.
Chapter Twenty-four
Ashton
I’ve never seen Sadie look so beautiful. Some women are hot. Gorgeous. Attractive in a fuckable way. Sadie is that and so much more. Her vulnerability is addictive, and the way she trusts me despite the fear I know is creeping into her mind is disarming.
No one else has this kind of power over me. It’s a foreign feeling, yet it’s settling with a strong sense of rightness in my gut. If there’s such a thing as soulmates, of two halves that make up a whole, then Sadie is my destiny.
Maybe I knew it all along.
Her breathing slows, and I can’t take my eyes off of her, spread out the way she is, a sweaty mess with her legs draped open in sexual satiation. Her red hair is wild as usual, splayed around her head on the comforter. I could gawk at her all day like this, but the need to connect with her on another level is too strong.
I need to look into her sensual jade eyes more than anything. Leaning over her, I remove the tie from around her head. Her eyes are glazed and red from the purge of tears. I made her orgasm a total of eight times, and she’s beyond spent, an utter mess over it. Carefully, I lift her and reach around to free her hands. Then I take out the gag and pull her onto my lap. I ignore my throbbing erection and concentrate on giving her what she needs after such an intense session of pleasure and pain.
I reach for a tissue from the nightstand and wipe the tears and drool from her skin, brush her wild hair back from her face, and lock my gaze with hers. And I don’t look away until she comes back to me, if only by a few degrees.
“Come take a bath with me.”
“A bath?” she asks, still dazed and high on endorphins.
I scoot to the edge of the mattress and carry her into the bathroom before setting her on her feet next to the counter. She waits there, letting the edge of the cool granite support her as she watches me run the water.
While the tub fills, I lift her left wrist and inspect it for redne
ss from the cuffs before doing the same with the right. Then I knead her shoulders, working out the soreness from being restrained.
“Are you upset with me?”
“No.” She blinks, appearing to come down a little further. “I’m not upset, I’m…”
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“I’m…on overload. I’ve never felt…I mean…”
Taking her chin in a gentle grasp, I run a thumb across her lips. “I know, baby.”
That’s the second time the endearment slipped out tonight, but I can’t bring myself to care. In this moment, Sadie isn’t my friend. She’s not even my sister’s friend. She’s the girl I just shared an intense sexual experience with that transcended the physical.
She’s the woman I’m head over heels in love with.
Lowering my gaze, I run the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip. I’m going to kiss her. She’s knows it, and I know it. Just as we both know that nothing will ever be the same between us again. And maybe that’s why I brought her here and sent her soaring to a place she’s never been. To a place she probably didn’t even know existed. I won’t stop until she admits that she feels this too.
I lean forward and bring my lips closer to connecting with hers.
“The tub’s full,” she whispers.
The moment between us breaks, and I step back as sharp disappointment rushes through me. Her guard is fucking impenetrable, but if I have to blast through it with a tank, I’ll do it. Taking her hand, I lead her to the spa’s edge, and we step into hot, bubbly water. I shut off the faucet then sink into the water until it reaches my shoulders. Sadie settles between my knees and snuggles against me, her back pressed against my chest.
Beyond providing the necessary aftercare, I’ve never cuddled with someone like this before, have never wanted to until now. Sex has always been just sex, but with Sadie it’s different, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.