Liberated Heart (Windy City Book 4)

by Measha Stone

  Pulling back his hand he brought the flogger forward, letting the falls crash over both of her thighs. She grunted, and jumped from the impact then whispered. "One, sir." The second lash landed over her pelvis, and she bounced back against the wall from the weight of the strike. "Two, sir." He waited for her to correct her position before he brought the flogger down a third and fourth time, both landing on her stomach.

  She twisted in her bonds before calling out the numbers. Her chest heaved with her breath, making her tits rise even higher. The fifth lash crossed her right breast, and she sucked in her breath and twisted to one side, but not before he witnessed the beautiful bounce of her body as she absorbed the weighted sting. "Stand straight. Legs straight. Look forward. Now, pet. Or do we start again?" She managed to right herself, and he stepped closer to her, running his hand over her now pink breast. "A little tender here?" he asked, dragging his nails downward.

  He caught her gaze for a moment and saw the glazed arousal lingering there. She shook her head and repositioned herself for him. He couldn't help but smile at her, she was doing so good. Stepping to stand directly in front of her, he laid down two more lashes over her breasts watching them bounce so prettily for him. He heard her moans and yelps, but it was the coloring of her skin that had his attention. By the time he finished the last strike her torso was blushing for him.

  Her skin warmed his palm as he rubbed her down. Listening to her breathing, he inspected the rest of her, making sure nothing needed immediate attention.

  "Such a good girl for me tonight." He kissed her cheek, then the tender spot behind her ear. "And when you do good things for me, you get rewards." Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out the vibrator he'd tucked there. Her eyes widened when she noticed what he had in his hand and her eyes dilated even more, if that was possible, when he flipped the little switch to turn it on.

  As soon as the vibrating head touched her clit, she threw her head back and moaned with the immense pleasure. Angling her hips, she tried to press against the vibrator, but he pulled it away just enough to keep the right amount of pressure on her clit. "You do not have permission to come, do you understand?" She looked at him as though he'd just denied her the very oxygen she needed to survive. "If you come without permission, it will be the last time you do for a long time."

  "Please." She gasped, her eyes wide and wild. "Please." He could see the trembling of her stomach, feel the tension in her body when he cupped her chin with one hand and covered her mouth with his.

  "No." His tongue dove into her mouth as he turned the vibrator off and removed it from her aching pussy. He captured her moan of frustration as he kissed her, not letting her go and not letting any part of him touch any part of her other than his lips.

  She immediately responded, her tongue dancing with his and her body searching out his touch.

  He was going to have a lot of fun with her.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Her heart couldn't catch up to the rest of her body, and air was becoming more of a sought after treasure than an ordinary human function. She had been so close to orgasm when he pulled away, leaving her dangling over the precipice of paradise.

  "You look upset." He smiled at her when he broke off their kiss. A kiss that only fanned the flames of desire he'd set with that damn flogger. Any fear she harbored for the implement when he made his intentions known about flogging her front side, evaporated the moment the heavy falls struck her body. Electrifying tingles cascaded through her body with each blow—the heavier the hit, the deeper she fell.

  "I wanted to come." She looked down at his hand that still held the little vibrator, surprised such a small toy could pack such a strong punch.

  He laughed. "Of course you did, but I didn't want you to, and that's what matters right now, isn't it?" The vibrator showed up in front of her eyes, then disappeared as he lowered it a fraction to press against her lips. "Do you smell yourself? You made my toy all wet with your pussy juice. Clean it." Before she could accept or argue, the bullet shaped vibe was pushed into her mouth. "There's a good girl."

  She watched his face as he continued to shove the phallus into her mouth, then pull it out and repeat the action. His eyes were glued to her mouth, while his own lips were softly curved. He loved torturing her, and damn if she didn't love letting him. The vibe went too far back and she gagged, trying to pull back.

  "Again." He held the vibe in place. "Go on, take the whole fucking thing into your mouth. Practice on this for when you take my cock, because it's going all the way in the next time I let your wrap those pouty little lips around me."

  She took a deep breath and pushed herself forward as he pushed the vibrator back into her mouth. When the silicone head touched the back of her throat, she gagged again and tried to pull away, but he slapped her breasts. "No, try harder," he ordered. She started pushing forward again and managed to keep the gag at bay. "There you go, good girl." He yanked it out of her mouth and took a step back.

  Erin gulped in the air of the room. She could feel moisture beading on her forehead. Had he turned on the heat? "Don't I get a reward, sir?" She teased him, surprised by her own bravery.

  "No, it's going to take a bit more than sucking a vibrator to get your orgasm." He tapped the side of her cheek with the vibrator before tossing it onto the bed. She watched it fly away from her with a heavy heart. He laughed and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, pet, you'll get your orgasm."

  His hands made quick work of untying the bonds from the ring over her head. Her shoulders screamed when he brought her hands back in front of her, still bound together. She rolled them back and forth while he finished working with the ropes at her wrists. "Hands?" He gripped her fingers.

  "Okay, sir," she told him. His continual concern for safety even when he was being intolerably evil gave her the strength to move on to the next thing he wanted to do to her or pull from her. It seemed he wanted to walk the edge with her.

  She remained where she was while he walked back over to the bed to get something. The air cooled around her, brushing against her nipples as the air conditioning worked its way through the vents. The sweat on her brow dried, but threatened to start again when he turned around, and she noticed the clover clamps he held in his hands. Metal clamps that gripped the nipples harder than the clothes pins he'd tried with her before which were connected by a small linked chain. Erin reminded herself to take controlled breaths. She was with Bradley. He wouldn't allow anything to hurt her not in any way that she didn't love.

  "Your nipples are all hard for me, look at that." He flicked one with his fingers when he returned to her side. "Must be the excitement."

  She wasn't kept waiting for long. His fingers pulled one nipple forward toward him and he positioned the first clamp. She mewled when it clamped down on her, sending a burning sting through her entire breast. Erin took a deep breath and shook her head, willing herself to get through the next clamp.

  "Deep breath, baby." He encouraged her as he gripped her other nipple. "Ready?" The clamp hovered over her nipple, open and ready to snap down, but he would wait for her. "Erin, are you ready?" he asked again with more heat.

  "Yes, sir. Ow!" She stomped a single foot as the clamp bit into her flesh. She pumped her hands open and closed a few times, regulating her breathing until the fire simmered to a tolerable burn. His hands never left her, he stroked her hair, her shoulders, letting her know he was giving her time to work it through her mind.

  "Onward," he said with such a menacing tone, she looked up at him. He gently hooked one finger around the chain, and pulled her forward toward him. She took a step to put some slack back into the chain, but he took another step back. They did this dance all the way back over to the bed. Once he bumped into the frame he stopped and let go of the chain.

  Her lips dried from the heavy breaths. Wishing she had her hands so she could touch him, she looked up at his expression. He watched her with pleasure boldly apparent in his eyes, his smile was gentle, but the devil in him stil
l lurked there as well.

  Two small weighted balls dangled from each of his hands right in front of her. "Lean over a bit for me."

  Unsure of what to do, she kept her eyes on the metallic ammunition swinging playfully in front of her. She finally shuffled her feet back a step and bent at the waist. The chain swung, bringing the fire to a higher blaze in her nipples. His hands were on her breasts, still holding his little toys, he lightly tapped her breasts, making them swing back and forth.

  She moaned from the pain, the new fire starting. She looked down at his pants and saw the hard outline of his cock nestled in his jeans. If he was going to fuck her with those clamps on, it would be even worse than what he was doing with his hands.

  "Now, you'll be a good girl for me and hold still." He leaned his ass back on the footboard of the bed to get himself at the right height. Holding her breath, she watched his skilled hands pick up the chain in one hand, and hook the balled weight to the center of it. His eyes met hers just a moment before he let go and let the weight dangle between her breasts, pulling them down even further.

  She cried out from the intensity of the burn, but bit at her lower lip to try and keep herself together. Her nipples felt strained from the weight, and she tried to stand back up to lessen the pull, but he wouldn't have it. "Happy to tie your hands to the bed posts if you need." He used his middle finger to push the weight to swing more, and she growled at the renewed intensity.

  "Fuck." She clenched her hands into fists and ground her teeth together.

  "Are you allowed to use that language, pet?" He picked up the chain again in one hand.

  She sucked in air and clenched her eyes shut. "Eyes. Now." He slapped her face until she opened her eyes. "You don't get to take a moment to yourself when you feel like it." His nose touched hers when he issued his order. "Keep those eyes open."

  Managing to nod, she swallowed and tried to refocus her brain away from the pain in her nipples. The more seconds that passed the stronger the signal in her mind blared at her to get away from it, to run from the torment.

  He picked up the chain again, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he hovered the second ball over the first one. A single drop of sweat rolled down the side of her face, and her fingernails dug into her palms. Focusing on his eyes kept her mind from reeling out of control, but her body still begged her to move away, to pull off the clamps and dunk her breasts into an ice bath.

  "On the count of three." His eyes narrowed slightly, his tongue moistened his bottom lip. The muscles in his shoulders were strained. Could he possibly feel the same tension she felt at that moment, waiting for the ball to drop?

  "One."

  The soft clank of the balls connecting sounded far away to her ears.

  "Two."

  He leaned back farther away from her, giving her a better view of the rigidity in his torso as he counted down to the moment she wasn't sure she could handle. What would he do if she pulled back? Would he stop playing with her if she couldn't take the second ball? Would she find herself hauled out to a taxi and reminded that she's no submissive, that she wasn't tough enough for him. She was a wimp?

  "Three."

  His finger let the chain fall and with it the added weight sent an inferno of heat through her nipples. The stretch was far worse than she expected. She screamed out with the intensity and willed her brain to shut up and let her body get used to the burn. It would calm, it had to. She wouldn't last long in that state.

  Her brain finally won out. "Mercy! Please, sir. Mercy!" She cried, rivers of tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Bradley gripped the balls in an instant, pulling up the chain to alleviate the strain. "Shh, okay. It's okay, pet. Take a deep breath, baby." He quickly unhooked the balls and tossed them to the floor. Gently, he cupped her breasts. "Deep breath in, then out. That's my girl." His voice became the center of her focus. She inhaled on his cue, and blew out the air when he said. "Here we go. Deep breath." On her inhale he unclipped one clamp. She cried out from the heated blood running back into her tender flesh. "Almost there, baby. One more. Breathe, Erin." His voice hardened when she started to take quick shallow breaths. She nodded to let him know she'd heard him and once again pulled the energy from his voice to follow his instructions. Again on the deep inhale he released the second clamp, and she screamed out.

  "There. You did so fucking good, pet." He tossed the clamps to the floor and cupped her breast, not touching her nipples but just cradling the mounds in his hand.

  She cautiously looked up at him, expecting to see disappointment and irritation. The tender way he watched her surprised her.

  He let go of her breasts and wiped away the tears on her face. "Take a few more breaths baby," he instructed her, his dominance never wavering from his voice even when the tone softened.

  He wasn't angry. He wasn't throwing her clothes at her and telling her to get out. Instead he cradled her until her breathing pattern slowed to normal, and she stood up in front of him. His brown eyes connected with hers, and they gazed at each other in silence. Their breaths lining up with each other as she felt her body begin to calm from the panic. "Hands?" He placed one hand over both of hers, feeling the temperature.

  "They're good, sir," she whispered, still not wanting to look away from him.

  "Good, girl." He released her and reached behind him, showing her the vibrator again. "You did good, so you get a reward. But, you still don't have permission to come." He held onto her upper arm, and stepped to her side, letting her lean into his body as he turned the vibrator back on and pressed it directly to her clit.

  Her knees buckled, but he must have been expecting that as his body caught hers and forced her back up. The vibrations went deeper into her body, and the pressure instantly built until she was bucking against the vibrator. How could she be so aroused after feeling such immense pain?

  A new discomfort began to build as her orgasm threatened to take over her body with or without his permission. At that point, she didn't think her body would listen to her either. "Please, sir. Please! I have to come." She screamed out into the room, not giving a damn if George was downstairs or if all of Chicago sat below his bedroom window. If he didn't let her come she would have to kill him. It was decided.

  She was smart enough to keep her decision to herself, though and continued to beg for him. "Please. Oh god!" She pushed her hips again, knowing that she stood before him humping the vibrator, knowing she must have looked like a desperate slut and not giving a damn about any of it.

  "Is that the spot you like, right there?" His raspy voice played over her ear as his hot breath tickled her neck. "Will you come for me like this? Humping the vibrator for me?"

  "Yes!" She wanted to glare at him, make him give her what she wanted. But he didn't work that way. And more to the point, she didn't want it to work that way. She wanted her orgasm to be at his discretion. "Please!" She whined, gyrating her hips even harder against the vibrator and feeling as though she was going to collapse if he didn't give in soon.

  "When I count to five. You can come. Not until I say five. Got it, pet?"

  "Yes. Please. Please count!" Her thighs trembled, her knees promised they'd hold but only for a while longer. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but her breath was back to playing games with her, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to hold back until he finished counting.

  "One. Two. I bet it's going to feel so fucking good when your pussy comes." He licked the tear that slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. "Fuck, everything you do tastes good. Three. Four. Almost there. Look at me. Open your fucking eyes!" She snapped her attention to his eyes. "Now look down. Look at your pussy grinding on the vibe." He let go of her arm to fist her hair, shoving her chin down and making her watch her body being played like some sort of instrument. If only he'd pluck the right string!

  His mouth pressed against her ear. "Five," he whispered and her body quivered as her orgasm reached a crescendo and soared through her body.

  She screamed
with it, each hot, intense wave that hit her gave her another reason to cry out. Her hips rolled over the vibrator. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" She screamed into the room, still watching the vibrator being pushed between her folds and titillating her clit. The burn in her scalp, and the ache in her nipples together heightened her orgasm until her body finally twitched and shook from the force of it. His hand let go of her hair, and wrapped around her shoulders, holding her up.

  Slowly it all began to ease. The tight muscles, and the wave of her release slowed and began to roll into each other until they quietly faded away.

  Before she had the chance to speak, he tossed the vibrator away and pushed her toward the bed, shoving her face down over the mattress. The footboard pushed into her pelvis, shoving her ass higher. A new wave of burn captured her breasts with the mattress brushing over her tender nipples, but it only sent her on a new wave of pleasure.

  "Fuck, your ass is so fucking hot like this." His hands were back on her, digging into her waist.

  She heard his zipper and registered the sound of a paper being torn, but couldn't look over her shoulder at him, her hands were still bound and now pinned beneath her torso.

  He gripped her ass cheeks and spread them far apart, pushing the head of his cock into her wet and wanting entrance. She scooted her feet apart, spreading herself more for him. She didn't think she'd be able to take more stimulation, but as always he knew her body better.

  Not wasting any time, he thrust into her up to his balls. She grunted as he pulled out and slammed back into her. Again and again he plowed into her, growling and digging his nails into her flesh.

  "Ahh!" She cried into the mattress, not knowing if it was from the harshness of his thrusts or the new pressure building in her belly. Feeling the need for more, she lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee and half climbing on the bed. Her toes barely touching the ground.