"Arms up and legs spread," I told her.
She complied and then I carefully attached the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, making sure they were secure and not too tight or too loose. I took a step back and took a moment to admire her magnificent naked body spread wide and ready for my use. Her breasts were lifted high, her pink nipples hard and begging to be touched, or abused a little. An evil roguish grin spread wide across my face. She had no idea what I planned to do to them. I couldn't wait.
"That's my gorgeous good girl," I crooned in approval.
Her eyes lit up with pleasure at my words. She looked at ease as she watched me with bright trusting eyes. I couldn't help myself as I moved in close and kissed her deeply, enjoying the little mewls of pleasure that fell from her lips and into my mouth. I stepped away abruptly, leaving her whining in frustration as I walked away and went over to my dresser to get what I needed next. I pulled open the top drawer and grabbed what I needed, the sound of chains rattling filling the bedroom as I lifted it out.
I went back to stand in front of Malory and held the item up for her to see. It was three small rubber tipped alligator clamps attached to a metal ring with three lengths of thin chain. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.
I held up two of the clamps, one in each hand. "These two are nipple clamps."
Her eyes widened with fearful uncertainty.
"Care to guess where the third one goes?" I glanced down at her pussy meaningfully for a moment.
Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline as comprehension filled her eyes and her mouth fell open.
"That's right, beautiful." I smirked at her shocked reaction. "This one goes on your clit." I watched fear cloud her eyes. I immediately stepped forward and cupped her cheek. "There's nothing to be afraid of, beautiful," I said reassuringly. "I know exactly what I'm doing. You haven't felt anything like how good it will feel, how intense. This is all about your pleasure. Do you trust me?"
She nodded as her eyes calmed a little. "Yes, Gareth. Yes, sir."
"Good." I rubbed my thumb across her luscious lower lip, so plump and perfect. I gave her another brief yet heated kiss, running my tongue along her lips before leaning away. "Now, let's see about getting those nipples nice and hard, shall we?"
I leaned down and pulled her right nipple between my lips and sucked hard, laving my tongue over it roughly and moaning as it hardened. I lifted my head to stare at it, glistening with my saliva and begging to be used. Perfect.
I squeezed open one of the clamps, making sure the screw that adjusted the pressure was on it's loosest setting. I placed the rubber-tipped part around her sweet little nipple and gently let the clamp close. Malory gasped at the sensation, pushing her breast up for more.
"You like that, don't you?" I murmured in satisfaction.
"Oh yes, sir," she whimpered softly.
I turned the screw slowly, letting the clamp begin to tighten on her flesh. I watched her face closely as I did it. She squeezed her eyes closed, and her breaths turned ragged and panting. Little whines and moans of pleasure spilled from her lips. It was so goddamn erotic, and I was hard as fuck now, my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans. When her brows furrowed and her breath caught, I stopped and eased off on the pressure a little.
"Is that good, baby?" I asked her worriedly. I wanted it to feel good, not unpleasant.
She nodded jerkily. "Y...yes, sir." She shivered as her eyes met mine. They were a fiery jade and brimming with desire now.
"Tell me how it feels."
"It...it...hurts so...so good, sir," she whispered.
I hummed in approval. It was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Very well," I murmured, then I leaned forward and gave her left nipple the same treatment. When I was done attaching the clamp, I stepped back to admire my work. She looked gorgeous, simply gorgeous. "So beautiful, baby," I groaned out roughly.
I picked up the chain and gave it a gentle tug, watching her nipples being pulled and stretched. Malory mewled and moaned out in pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head. She loved it, just like I knew she would. Now it was time for the main event.
I reached out and caressed her left breast, purposefully running my thumb over her clamped nipple. She gasped and let out a needy whine. I glided my hand over her abdomen then down, down, down. My fingers drifted between her legs to her already soaking wet cunt, sliding between her folds easily and ghosting over her slick opening. She moaned as her hips undulated unconsciously. I smiled as I moved my fingers upward and found her clit already swollen and throbbing. Perfect.
I took the final clamp in my other hand, then carefully pulled back the hood and exposed her clit fully. Malory shook all over and strained against her cuffs. "Don't you dare come," I warned her sharply, "or you won't get my cock. Understood?"
"Y...yes..." she whimpered. "Y...yes, sir."
She was already slurring from the endorphins. I smirked in dark satisfaction, then placed the clamp over her clit and carefully released it. The moan that fell from her lips was like nothing I'd ever heard from her before, low and infused with bliss. I shivered and rubbed my aching erection through the denim caging it. Soon. Soon I'd take my pleasure, but first I'd see to hers.
I tightened the clamp and watched her mouth open as she gasped in utter surprise. Her body tensed for a release, but she gritted her teeth and fought it down.
"Good girl," I crooned with approval.
I grabbed the ring that all three chains were attached to and tugged firmly, holding it with steady pressure as it pulled on all three clamps. Her eyes flew open as she gasped again. This time it took her longer to fight down her threatening orgasm, but she managed to win. Now it was really time to make her work for it. I let the chain drop, eliciting another gasp of pleasure as I moved my fingers to her sex again. She was absolutely soaked now, her juices dripping down her inner thighs. I found her opening and shoved two fingers deep into her with no warning.
She wailed and arched her back, her entire body quaking as she teetered on the edge, before managing to battle down yet another orgasm. She was breathtaking, her strength of will impressive and so very erotic. When she stilled, I began finger fucking her with slow deliberate thrusts, rubbing my fingers over her G-spot. I brought her to the edge again and again and again, never getting her where she wanted to go. She began whining in frustration and gyrating her hips to get what she desperately needed, but I denied her every time. Her body was strung tight and rigid as I worked her over mercilessly. I watched her brows furrow in frustration, and I knew she was reaching her limit. So was I. I couldn't take it anymore myself.
"Come," I snarled out as I pressed my fingers into her G-spot.
She instantly flew apart with a wail as her back arched and her body went rigid. That was when I removed the clamps. One, two, three. She screamed like I'd never heard before, getting louder as each clamp was removed, reaching the stratosphere as the clit clamp came off last. Holy fuck, it was glorious. I needed to fuck her, right goddamn now.
I stripped quickly as she came back down, then I uncuffed her from the St. Andrews cross. I lifted her still shuddering body into my arms and carried her to the side of the bed. I sat down and brought her knees on each side of my legs to straddle me, then lined my cock up with her drenched cunt as I held her limp body against me.
"Come all over my dick now, baby," I growled out fiercely into her neck. "Come." I pulled her down hard onto my cock, filling her up until our hips touched, and I hit the end of her. She wailed with pleasure, convulsing and writhing against me. Her hot wet cunt squeezed and rippled around me, and I barely held on by a thread until she stilled. This wouldn't take long. "Hold on to me, baby."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tight. I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers bruisingly into her skin as I began fucking her hard and fast on my dick. Our sweat slicked bodies slid over each other, her breasts rubbing delightfully against my chest. She threw her head back and came again, this time her insides sque
ezing so hard it almost hurt. My control snapped, and a lightening bolt of electricity streaked up my spine and exploded up and out of me in a blinding rush. Holy fuck, it was incredible.
I pulled her down hard and stilled deep inside her body as I released, my cock jerking and jumping as my cum flooded her tight little body. My loud bellow of release joined her final wail of bliss in a dark symphony that echoed through my soul and filled up my heart to the brim. We collapsed back onto the bed in a pile of sweaty limbs just before I passed out in complete and utter satisfaction.
22
MALORY
"Where are you off to with such a goofy smile on your face?" Amy asked as I walked past her reception desk to leave Cooper Media for the day.
"I'm going to see my boyfriend," I replied brightly as I paused in front of her desk, still finding the word "boyfriend" odd to say. Of course, he'd only been that officially for a few days since it was Monday. Gareth had invited me over for dinner tonight, and I couldn't wait to see him again.
"Ah," she said. "Is it the same guy who sent you that package the other day?"
I nodded as I continued grinning like an idiot. "Yeah." I bit my lower lip as my mind turned to Gareth and how he made me feel sexy and beautiful. Of course, that also led me to think about all the nasty things Gareth did to me over the weekend, and what I hoped he'd do to me again very soon. I felt my face heat with a blush.
"Looks like you've got it bad, Malory," Amy said with a knowing smirk and waggling eyebrows. "Are you in love?"
"I...I don't know about that," I answered uncomfortably. "We haven't even been dating that long yet."
She gave me a dubious expression. "Whatever you say," she replied indulgently.
"Well, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow," I said nonchalantly to change the subject. I hurried away before she could ask me anything else about my relationship with Gareth that I wasn't prepared to contemplate yet.
I only managed to make it to my car in the parking garage before the idea that Amy put in my head occupied my thoughts completely. It was all I could think about as I drove out onto the street. Was I in love with Gareth already? Knowing I was falling for him was one thing, that I could deal with, but actual love already? Wasn't it too soon for that? I sucked in a breath as fear bubbled up inside me. I'd been avoiding relationships for this very reason. I tended to obsess and fret about it, when I just needed to relax and take it one step at a time. Unfortunately, that's not how my brain worked.
The questions and doubts came at me full force now as I drove. I knew I cared a lot about him already, but did he feel the same way I did? He seemed to care about me, but that didn't mean he was in love with me or ever would be. Was I reading too much into his actions? After all, I'd done the same thing in all my past failed relationships. I trusted Gareth with my body, but I was struggling to trust him with my heart. I was just so scared of being hurt again. The other day when I'd seen that horrible Daphne woman, I'd believed what she said even though we'd never met before. I'd been so quick to walk away from Gareth without even getting an explanation from him. I just gave up. If he hadn't come to me, I'd probably still be alone right now. Holy crap, was I destined to mess this up, even if he did love me?
By the time I made it to Gareth's apartment building, I was a jumble of confused and mixed-up emotions. I opened his garage door with the opener he'd given me on Sunday and parked next to his Audi R8, noting that his Range Rover wasn't there. He must still be working. I ignored the part of me that wanted to read more into his absence. I was being ridiculous. Why would he invite me over and then blow me off? I shook my head in disgust with myself as got out of my Mazda.
I took the elevator up to the penthouse, knowing his housekeeper, Jane, would be there to let me in even if Gareth wasn't home yet. I hadn't met her yet, and I was curious since Gareth had nothing but good to say about her. She was important to him, and I wanted to make a good impression. I stepped off the elevator and fidgeted nervously as I rang the doorbell.
A moment later, the door opened and a middle-aged brunette woman answered the door with dark eyes and a warm welcoming smile. Her wavy hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and she was dressed in jeans and a gray sweater.
"Hello," she said kindly. "You must be Malory."
"I am," I smiled back. She had this Mom vibe to her that made me instantly comfortable and at ease. I liked her already. "And you're Jane."
"Guilty as charged," she replied as she stepped back from the open doorway. "Come on in." She beckoned me in with a hand gesture.
I walked in and was hit by the heavenly scent of food cooking. "Wow," I said. "It smells amazing in here."
"Hopefully, it tastes just as amazing," she added as I followed her into the kitchen. "It's fillet mignon with a mushroom sauce." She made a slightly pained face. "I hope you like mushrooms." She grinned again. "My son, Jared, despises them."
"I love mushrooms." I returned her grin. "You're son doesn't know what he's missing."
"I know." She shook her head. "He says they look like human ears."
"Ears?" I laughed.
"He has a vivid imagination," Jane replied as she began stirring something in a skillet on the stove. "Would you like something to drink? I have red wine."
"I'd love some." I watched her and felt weird just standing there doing nothing. "Do you need any help with dinner?" I wasn't used to someone doing all the cooking for me. I grew up helping in the kitchen.
"No need, honey," she answered immediately with a dismissive hand gesture. "Have a seat and I'll get your wine."
I sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island and glanced around. I frowned when I realized what was missing. "Where's Reggie?" I asked worriedly as she pulled out a glass from the cupboard.
"My son took him to the indoor dog park." She grabbed the bottle of wine that was sitting on the counter and poured some into the glass. "Jared is Gareth's dog walker." She set the wine in front of me. "Gareth works late a lot, and it gives Jared a job that's flexible around his college classes."
I sipped my wine as Jane cooked. "How long have you worked for Gareth?"
"I think about eight years now," she said with another smile.
Suddenly, the nearby front door flew open and Gareth strode into the penthouse with a grim expression. His phone was pressed to his ear, and he was carrying a brief case in his hand. He looked gorgeous in his black wool coat and charcoal designer suit.
"I don't care," he said irritably. "We're not settling. My client is innocent, and I'll prove it." He glanced at me with dark intense eyes as he listened to whoever he was talking to. He let out a scoffing laugh. "Your evidence is circumstantial at best. You'll have to do better than that."
My God, he was sexy as hell in lawyer mode. I stared at him in gape jawed amazement as he hung his coat up by the door then paced across the living room and opened the door to a room I hadn't been in yet. I could see a massive desk with built-in book shelves behind it through the open doorway. It must be his study. He nodded to me brusquely as he walked in and shut the door behind himself. I frowned after him because I didn't even get a smile from him, and then my frown deepened when I realized I was being ridiculous again. What was he going to do, fawn all over me while he was on the phone? He invited me over after all. I needed to get a grip.
"Don't let his moodiness fool you," Jane said archly. "He's a good man."
"I know," I replied sincerely as I stared at the closed door, still frowning at myself.
"Good," she said firmly. I glanced over at her to see a knowing look in her eyes. I fidgeted uncomfortably under her penetrating gaze.
"So Malory, what do you do?"
I was relieved by the subject change. We chatted about my job for a few minutes until Gareth came out of his study. He walked up to me, his sandalwood cologne enveloping me and smelling so good. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. See? I was overreacting earlier.
"I missed you, beautiful," he murmured quietly so only I could he
ar him. His hand touched my upper back and slid down to the base of my spine. I couldn't help the shiver that fell over me from his caressing touch. "Sorry I'm late," he continued loud enough for Jane to hear. "I had to go to the prison to meet with a client, and it took longer than I expected."
"Prison?" I asked worriedly.
"I'm a criminal defense attorney," he answered matter-of-factly. "It comes with the territory."
"It sounds scary," I said with a frown. "What if one of them hurt you?"
"Guards are always nearby." He rubbed my back reassuringly. "Besides, I can handle myself," he added confidently.
That I didn't doubt, but it still worried me. "What if one of them got out and came after you?"
"That's why I live in a building with excellent security, Malory." He kissed my temple. "Don't worry about me. I'm very careful."
"But-" I was interrupted by the beeping intercom. Gareth walked over to answer it.
"Yes?" he said brusquely.
"Mr. Caxton," a male voice said nervously through the speaker. "We...um... have a situation that's just come to my attention. It seems that your housekeeper's car was vandalized outside the building."
Jane gasped, and Gareth looked at her sharply.
"Why didn't you park in my garage today, Jane?" Gareth asked Jane with a frown.
Jane made a pained expression. "The battery in my garage opener died, so I've just been parking outside on the street the last few days."
Gareth frowned with a sigh in resignation. "How bad is it Robert?"
"Pretty bad, sir," Robert replied. "The windshield, the headlights, and the driver's side window were all smashed in, along with quite a few dents in the bodywork."
"Do you have the perpetrator on video surveillance?"
"Yes, sir, but he was wearing a long hooded coat, so I couldn't see his face or any distinguishing features on the video."
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