by Angel Payne
No lightning came. He smirked in triumph. In that case, the punishment was on.
He savored the sight of her heavy gulp and the way she wet her lips in open trepidation before muttering, “I’d…much prefer knowing if you have anything else in mind.”
He slowly shook his head. “That would be a no way, beautiful.”
“Shit.”
He let his grin spill into a chuckle, ending it with a tongue-twirling kiss on her sweet, acquiescent lips. “You’re going to like this punishment,” he promised. “Eventually.”
Her chin jutted and her eyes narrowed. “What the hell is that supposed to—ohhh!”
The cry sprang out of her as Ethan tugged one of her nipples and squeezed. The tactic worked at quieting her sass but bit him in the back bumper too. Dear fuck, the woman’s breasts needed to come with warning labels. Pinch at your own risk. Nipples will stand up like the peaks of Macchu Picchu and may result in painful swelling of the balls and cock.
Despite that, he transferred his touch to her other breast and pulled it just as hard.
“Ohhh, shhiit!” She started to pant and tremble, making him look forward to the next moment even more. When he lowered his mouth to her distended tip, replacing his pinches with worshiping licks, those breaths turned into stunned sighs. She took it up another octave when he shifted back to her other breast.
“You like this too, baby?” He began to play with her nipples, taunting them with tiny scrapes of his thumbnails across their reddened crests.
Ava gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes…yes, Sir. It’s…nice.”
Ethan stilled his hands for a moment. Gazed intently at her. “It’s just the beginning.”
“Th-The beginning? Of what?”
“Of giving your mind to me.” He began to rub her breasts again. Slowly this time. Reveling in watching how she absorbed his voice and his touch…how her skin pebbled for him, how her breaths synced to every move he made. “And most importantly, your imagination.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
He lifted one hand to her face. “Just trust that you will.” He didn’t have to ask if she understood or had thoughts of rebelling. The woman still had her arms stretched along the back of the couch. Even when he’d crunched her nipples so suddenly, she’d kept both there, locked in the position he’d specified. The woman may have streetwise sass and a hellcat’s mouth outside this room, but right here, right now, she didn’t just want his control. She yearned for it.
Who was he to deny the goddess anything she wanted?
She just didn’t have to know that if she asked him to bring her the moon, he’d find a way to make that happen too.
He captured her mouth beneath his again, melding their lips and tongues until tantalizing mewls danced up her throat before he released her and quietly ordered, “Close your eyes.”
She sent her long dark lashes down, pulling in a deep breath to prepare herself for his next phase of punishment. Though uncertain tremors racked her body, she gave him every drop of her trust, of her surrender. Ethan felt it in the molecules of the air, sensed it to the marrow of his bones.
Fuck.
He drew in a breath of his own, hardly daring to believe what was happening. This wouldn’t last. It never did. The conclusion was rooted in years of experience. He had Max Brickham, the owner of his regular BDSM dungeon back home, to thank for that. He’d witnessed the connection Max had with his own submissive and felt like Columbus discovering the New World. But after the horizon had opened up, it dried up. He’d fast learned that what Max and Megan shared was incredible, rare, perhaps one of a kind—and not meant to be for him. He’d been bitter about that for a while, until life handed him an attitude adjustment on a freezing day in a Paktika Province pass. He’d back-burnered the quest for his own Megan in favor of being grateful for his life.
“I’m all yours.”
Life was picking a funny moment to throw him a new curveball. Her words, again such a priceless gift of trust and openness, slammed gates open in his psyche. Okay, maybe this wouldn’t last—but goddamnit if he wasn’t going to enjoy this perfect union while he could.
That resolve added a thick undertone to his reply. “Mmmm. You sure are, sunshine.”
He lifted away enough to graze his knuckles over the tips of her breasts again. They were still stone-hard, her areolas puckered, her flesh vibrant.
“Ohhh…” It was a sigh of bliss, though it wobbled on her lips. She was certain he was going to clamp down his fingers again…a trepidation that turned him way the fuck on. He had her mind right where he wanted it…
“Ava?”
She bit her lip. Still a little scared. Still so damn mesmerizing. “Yes, Sir?”
“I want you to pretend something for me.”
Her face wriggled in unspoken curiosity, but she nodded. He deliberately shifted back up, hovering over her once more, not moving his fingers.
“I want you to pretend those aren’t my fingers anymore. Imagine I’ve brought nipple clamps in with me. Now I’ve got them out, and I’m screwing them tighter onto your beautiful tits.”
Her sighs vanished. Her whole torso tensed as the air stuck in her lungs. Though he still only grazed her breasts with the tips of his knuckles, her face contorted like he’d really clamped her.
“That’s good.” The words left him on sparse rasps. “So fucking good.”
Her lips, bitten to the color of ripe raspberries, hinted at a smile. “What else?” she pleaded. “Is there…more?”
He’d never been happier to hear that word.
“I’ve attached a chain that connects the clamps,” he went on. “In the middle of that chain, I’m attaching another chain.” He freed one of his hands to draw a line down the middle of her body, stopping only when he got to the edge of her soft pubic hair. “It leads straight down to your sweet, tight cunt.”
“Mmmm…” His naughty language yielded the exact result he wanted. But instead of a simple observation of that effect, he put it into words…with a few embellishments.
“Your pussy is dripping as you wait to see what that chain is for. The passage inside of you, where you’re the wettest for my invasion, sends more moisture for the cause. You want my cock deep inside you.” He enforced the image by nudging the bulb of his dick against the throbbing lips of her sweet pussy. He shook a little himself. Holy fuck, she felt good. Hot. Wet. Waiting for him. Open for him. “But you know I’m not done with my playtime, right?”
Her chest rolled with the force of her breaths. Her skin gleamed. Her mouth was parted, red and sweet as a pomegranate, in desperate longing. “Yes,” she answered on a gasp. “Yes, I know, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He flattened his hands, fingers wide, as he slid his touch up to her hips. Ava writhed, silently begging him to close in on the petals that gleamed with her need. “Uh-uh,” he told her. “If you want me to touch you there, then make it happen…here.” He gently tapped her forehead.
“H-Huh?”
“You heard me, Ava.”
“Are you seriously kidding—”
“Do I sound like I’m seriously kidding, sunshine?” He gave that to her in a voice he usually saved for submissives pulling the brat card. She was far from that but had hit a mental spike strip in their journey, making her spin out into confusion.
Luckily, his verbal force at least got her attention realigned. Her features eased and she took a long breath. “Help me,” she implored. “Tell me what to do.”
Her surrender, so sweet and complete, hit him like a damn grenade. Ethan bent and kissed his way down the middle of her body. When his lips touched the curls that were parted at her core, he lifted a little, denying her the direct contact. Instead, he blew steady air into the area, enjoying the tiny shivers he observed on her inner thighs, along her labia, in her clit itself. In response, Ava keened as her whole body quaked.
“You’re already doing it,” he assured her. “So perfectly.”
As he returned to
his original pace, grasping her hips and taunting her pussy with the tip of his cock, she bit her lip harder, clearly fighting back tears. “Dios,” she whispered, her voice ragged. She was headed toward the spike strip again, trying to cling to self-control though her body had peeked over the cliff to which he clearly was driving.
“Let it go.” Ethan lowered his voice, dug in on his touch. “All of it. Everything outside this room…it can wait. In here, right now, you’ll give it all to me, Ava. I’ll keep it safe, I promise. For now, think about those clamps on your beautiful nipples again…and the chain that joins them…”
“Shit,” she rasped. “Okay.”
“Now remember the second chain…”
“I hadn’t exactly forgotten.”
Her sarcasm made him smile. “It happens to have its own clamp at the end.”
“Shit!”
“You know where it’s going, don’t you?” He watched her lips wobble and her eyelids twitch. “Pretend it for me, sunshine. Imagine my fingers pulling back the lips of your perfect pussy, so slowly, teasing you. Finally, I reveal your clit, already so hard, like it knows what’s coming. Then it comes…that grip of such sweet pain as I secure the clamp…”
Her chest pumped up and down, letting him see exactly how the scenario affected her. Ethan clenched his jaw for a long second, letting her beauty wash over him. Dark, erect nipples. Nostrils flaring, greedily drawing air. Skin shimmering with arousal. All were begging for his kisses and suckling.
No. Make her work for it.
“Imagine me licking up the column of your neck, distracting you from the sting,” he went on. “You want to grip me harder, to keep me locked on that place just behind your right ear that makes you shiver and moan for me, but you can’t.”
“Wh-Why not?” It bordered on a whine and made him harder in a dozen new ways.
“Because, sunshine…you’re tied down.”
“Oh, dear God.”
No more whine. The words slurred with her guttural inflection. Her head fell back. He continued to watch her, gauging every speck of her rising desire, though he forced his hands to remain where they were. Ordering his dick to continue hovering at the entrance of her core… That was a different ball of pain altogether. It was torture. It was rapture. She was so open for him, so full in her need and hot in her desire, that he could barely think of anything except being inside her. Gritting everything in his jaw and clenching every muscle in his thighs, he managed to hold back. Barely.
“Feel the ropes,” he encouraged. There was a quarry full of gravel in his tone, but he didn’t filter it. He wanted his lust woven into her fantasy. “They’re probably rough hemp, because I know you want the burn…to feel every tight scratch against your skin.”
She flung her head from one side to the next. “I do. Ay, Ethan. I do!”
He let out a savoring snarl. “Twist against the bondage for me, baby.” He stared in fascination as the muscles along her arms clenched, and she jerked her wrists as if fighting full knots. “Yes. That’s good. You like this? Being helpless beneath me? Knowing I control everything your body does right now?”
“Yes,” she exclaimed. “Yes. More!”
“Exactly what I had in mind,” he replied.
“Tell me,” she pleaded.
“That comes after you show me, baby.” With her confused grunt trailing him, he glided his hands together, joining them atop the silken skin of her lower abdomen. He pressed down. “Here,” he said. “Clench hard here.”
Her brows knitted. “I…I don’t under—”
“Do it,” he insisted. “Tighten everything hard. Harder!” When he felt her muscles squeeze, he ordered, “Now release it.” He grinned, even more delighted when her lips popped open and her eyes, alive with indigo arousal, followed suit. “Again. Harder this time.”
Ava obeyed without question this time. She winced when he made her stay tight a second longer this time but let out a laugh on the release. “Oh…my…God.”
He cocked a brow. “Good?”
“A little better than that.” She swallowed. “Again? Please?”
Ethan nodded. “Again.”
“Yesssss…”
He compressed his hands harder, now as giddy as her. He’d read plenty about the Kegel muscles and exactly what areas they stimulated when employed, but the idea of coupling such a workout with a thorough mind fuck was a complete crapshoot on his part. So far, he wasn’t disappointed with the results. Didn’t look like Ava was either.
“Keep doing it,” he instructed, loving the rhythm of her body beneath his touch. “Don’t stop.” Unable to resist, he slicked a hot kiss across her lips. “With every contraction, imagine that clamp on your clit, stimulating you.”
“Ohhhh.” Her head lolled to the side, her eyes closed again. “Yes…okay.”
He hesitated a second before issuing his next command. Would he be able to say it without doing it?
“Now imagine me fucking you, Ava.”
Barely. Oh shit, only by the thinnest thread of control did he resist turning that image into reality. Only by tightening his own muscles, nearly every one, did he hold back from plunging into her hard, letting her muscles squeeze him, her body surround him, her tunnel take him. Her utterly sexy whimpers didn’t make the ordeal any easier—but when she began to rock front to back, her pelvis thrusting as if he was really driving into her, he couldn’t leave events to chance anymore. Within thirty seconds, he fished the condom from his pants, tore apart the wrapper, and sheathed up.
Now he only had to decide one thing. Keep dominating her mind or start claiming her body?
Another look at her made the decision for him.
She was still lost in the fantasy. Immersed in the sinful simulation of his creation. Every detail of her dream, of her mind, was still his to guide and control. If he took her now, reality still wouldn’t suck for her—but the fantasy would be over.
Time for your happy ending, sunshine.
“I’m deep inside you now,” he growled. “Driving hard and fast, my cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.”
She pitched her pelvis faster. Damn, it was all he could do to keep her from impaling herself on him from the force of the motions. “Yes!” she cried. “Harder, Ethan! Oh God, I’ve dreamed of this since the forest. I’ve wanted this for seven damn months.”
Despite the agony gripping his dick, he smiled down into her face. “You have?”
She nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes.”
The confession, so sweet and real, made him swell against the latex. His balls began to throb, threatening to send in the bullets whether he had the damn chamber loaded or not. He gritted his jaw. Not until she gave it all to him. Not until she came from the sheer force of his control.
“Ava, listen carefully now.”
“Mmmm. Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to bury my dick all the way in, baby—and I’m going to stay there while I pull the clamp off your clit.”
“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Okay. Oh, yes.”
“The blood’s going to rush back in. I’m going to touch you…once. Then you’re going to come for me. You’re going to come hard.” When she only emitted a little mewl, he demanded, “Do you understand the order?”
“Yes…I understand.”
Christ, she moved him. So committed in her passion. So complete in her submission. He kissed her again, gently this time, before asking, “Are you ready?”
She nodded. Smiled. And kept thrusting those beautiful, curvy thighs like he was really inside her…like he yearned to be inside her. “Yes. Do it. Make me come, Ethan—please!”
Chapter Six
She was seriously messed up. She had to be. In a recess of her mind, Ava knew much of this, most of this, wasn’t real—but right now, reality was her enemy. Right now, the illusion was all she wanted, all she craved, all she needed. The way Ethan wove his words into her mind and his scenes into her imagination had her breasts thudding with dual locks of pain, her arms
flexed against invisible ropes, and her pussy dripping as it ached for final release. Every cell of her body simmered and strained, quivered and clenched, reaching for the fulfillment only he could give.
That settled it. Ethan Archer didn’t just look, smell, and sound like a beautiful, wicked warlock. He was one.
She felt his fingers tracing the top of her pubic line. Her heartbeat stuttered. Was his touch real this time? As he trailed two fingers lower, parting her swollen labia as he did, she wondered if it was worth questioning…even as the tips of those digits closed over the center of her clit and squeezed.
“Ohhhh!” she cried. Ow. And yet yum too. His pleased growl enforced the latter.
“One,” he murmured. And pinched her even tighter.
“Damn!”
“Two.”
Yeah. Harder again. “Ethan!” she screamed. “Seriously?”
“Three.”
It was barely a breath above her lips as he pressed a thumb along her clit. When he spread his fingers back, the heat was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She screamed as her body broke into a million shards of blinding, beautiful sensation. And her mind? It was collateral damage from the blast, annihilated into ecstasy-filled mush. Nothing mattered or existed but the white ball of fire she’d become—and her longing to engulf Ethan in its flames too.
“Please!” She managed beneath desperate pants. “N-Need you, Ethan. N-No more just in my head. You. You. Please!”
She was making as much sense as a bimbo who’d had too many shots in the party limo. But somehow he understood. The rough sough from his chest told her so. His insistent kiss showed her so.
The slide of his cock into her core told her so.
“Ahhh!”
How the hell could he have asked her to imagine this? Nothing she’d dreamed came close to what he really felt like, stretching and filling her, driving her toward a second detonation of light, lust, flames, fulfillment. When he grunted and gripped her hips, sealing her body completely around his, she abandoned her grip on the couch to throw her arms around his neck. Their slick torsos slammed together. His approving snarl gave her the impetus to hold tighter. So close. Oh hell, she was so close…