by Angel Payne
“Somebody likes bondage,” he murmured. “A lot.”
She narrowed her eyes, showing him the taunting touches were fast moving past arousal and into sensual torture.
“Your body feels like it wants to come, sunshine.” After she managed a jerking nod, he went on. “But I want to see it throb for its reward.” Though he kept teasing her tunnel with his finger, he rotated so his body bracketed hers from the side and he could start exploring her spine, ass, and thighs with his other hand. “I want to turn it pink and then red. I want to mark you with stings and screams…to hold your thoughts and your will in my grasp until I give them back, letting your body take mine.”
Vaguely, Ava felt her head rolling forward. It was almost like she nodded but felt more like falling under a beautiful, sexual spell. But a wince fell from her when he pulled his finger free, robbing her of the steady pressure that her deepest caverns craved. He trailed her own nectar up the midline of her body until letting her breathe in her own arousal as he tucked that finger beneath her chin and lifted her face toward his again.
“I need to know you want it too, Ava.” His stare fell to her lips like a starving man beholding a feast, but he sustained his distance. “I need to know you’re ready for this part of my Dominance. I’m not going to put fancy words on it either. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I kissed you. That means I’ve been thinking about it for damn near eight months now. I can’t guarantee how gentle I’ll be or how—”
Unable to use words, she shut him up with a kiss. Just lunged her face up, sealed their lips with hard, needing urgency, and prayed it would be enough to prove he wasn’t the only one who’d been dreaming about this for all those months.
From the way he bared his teeth in a look that was half grin and half snarl, it looked like he finally got the point.
The moment after that, he slipped off the bed and into the shadows.
The immediate effect of that was a shocking hit of weirdness. For a moment, pure fear washed over her. She was suspended, nude, and alone. No…not alone. As if they were bound to each other with invisible filaments of energy, she felt Ethan’s presence flow back to her, into her, his silent acknowledgment of the trust she’d placed in him. He verbally communicated as such too, letting her hear his approving growl when he came to stand directly behind her.
“You’re fucking exquisite.”
She looked up a little. His shadow played across the wall, framed by the bed’s heavy posts, as tall and carved and defined as his magnificent body. As she took in the sight, her stomach twisted and her breath stopped.
At the ends of his shadow hands, there were now shadow floggers.
Before she could start breathing again, he gently draped the leather falls of one down her spine. “Ohhhh,” she moaned. The thin strips were supple and cool, making her pussy tighten as he swished them over her backside and upper thighs. He repeated the treatment with the other flogger. She duplicated her blissful exhale.
Until he sliced it short by bringing the first flogger back down on her.
Hard.
Okay…wow. She blinked, trying to gauge if the heat across her skin was pleasure, pain, or both. Before she could sort it out, he wielded the second blow. Then the third. Then at least a dozen after that, each just a few seconds apart, until her eyes drifted shut and her body began to fall into a strange, syncopated rhythm with the strikes. This was actually a little relaxing…
An extra-hard smack reared her out of the reverie.
“Mierda!” she protested. “Hijo de puta!”
He did it again.
“Ethan!”
She heard him rest the floggers. Of course, that also gave him the chance to lean in and rub a hand across all the skin he’d just enflamed, ending with the tender flesh that dipped between her thighs. “Is that your version of a red light, sunshine? Are we stopping now?”
His tone was only half-serious. He’d reserved the other section for that self-sure man in the dress blues who’d first pinned her to a tree in a Northwestern forest—and knew she’d like it. The sadist in him was openly baiting the masochist in her, knowing that girl wouldn’t give up the game this early.
“No,” she snapped. After a deliberating breath, she added, “No, Sir. I…I want to go on.”
His own assessing pause made her tense back up. “Even though I’m going to switch toys?”
She gave a scoffing snort. “What, as discipline because I spoke?”
“You spoke up because you had a genuine concern. Why would I discipline you for that?” If his temperate tone wasn’t a hard enough pill to take, he moved next to her again, bracing a large knee just inside her left one. “When I ordered you to silence, it was because I knew you wouldn’t comply any other way. I was also sure that once you tried to let go, you’d like the mental freedom.”
She flashed a penitent glance as he brushed the hair from her face. “Oh.” And ugh. He was completely right. She’d liked it. A lot.
“Your smart-ass attitude right now, though—that’s a different issue.” He shoved his leg in harder, stretching hers out, so his thigh rubbed directly on her pussy. She shuddered as waves of heat and arousal flowed from the contact, tightening her thighs, clenching her abdomen, flooding her body in waves of heat and need. The torment got worse as he reached and palmed her right butt cheek. He wasn’t as tender with his touch this time, gripping her with the same ferocity that had reclaimed his face. “Baby, if you were really my subbie, there would be a lesson involved for that. A nice, healthy chunk of that—what’d you call it? Hmm, yeah—‘discipline.’”
She had no idea, aside from the man’s quadricep grinding her kink curiosity into overdrive, what possessed her to lick her lips and blurt out, “Discipline…like…how?”
He gentled his grasp on her ass but bore his gaze into her by several ruthless degrees. “Like doing something that pleased me more than you.”
Despite the position in which he’d trapped her, she huffed. “That’s impossible, then.”
He cocked his head. “Oh?”
Despite her state of hot, bothered, and beyond agitated, she gave him a soft smile. “Because if I pleased you, I’d be happy.”
“Happy,” he repeated like she’d just told him the earth was square. “So happy and discipline don’t go together?”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?”
He adjusted his position a little. Not only did he ram his thigh harder against her crotch, he angled his hand deeper into the crevice of her backside…now running a slow finger around the delicate rim of the forbidden entrance there. “It’s an interesting theory. Perhaps it needs to be tested.”
All the air in her body shorted out. Ethan filled the taut pause by pressing his finger into the first sensitive inch of her anus. She mewled and pulled a little at the cuffs, alternately panicked and enflamed. Being touched there was so sinful, so intimate, a border she’d never wanted to cross with anyone…before now. “Per…perhaps,” she finally uttered.
Ethan’s reply was just as rough yet thoroughly male. “Your ass has filled my dreams since I first laid hands on it in that wine cellar.” With his stare locked to hers, he eased a second finger in, stretching her illicit opening even more. “And it would make me very happy to claim it in every way I can.”
Her senses careened. Her skin cells were a million bursts of electricity. Her muscles bunched and quivered, struggling to keep still beneath burst after burst of arousal. Her nose filled with the leather-and-pepper smell that was only Ethan…this man who’d torn into her spirit like no other, who made all her erotic fantasies come true…including the one he proposed right now.
With that resignation, she returned his gaze, pulled in a long breath, and whispered, “Tell me what to do…please, Sir?”
Chapter Nineteen
He was going to hate himself for this. Some crazy protester marched through his brain still screaming that, but Ethan wrapped a mental fist around the asswipe’s neck and squeezed ha
rd. He was tired of the screeches. Exhausted from the voices that kept pep-talking him through a pretense he hated, in the name of an op that had just gotten even crazier.
He was weary of the logic that decreed the insanity of caring for Ava Chestain, let alone touching her…especially like this.
But right now, the only thing that felt sane was her. The only thing that felt right was this. He had no idea what was going to happen in the next hour, much less the next day, but if fate was offering one more moment with her like this, he wasn’t going to insult the bastard. He was going to grasp this with every grateful bone in his body and make it incredible for her too.
Her beautiful plea clung to the air between them. Tell me what to do. After giving her a reassuring kiss, he decided to show her instead. Wordlessly, he unclipped the cuffs from the chain overhead. This kept her wrists bound, which he guided downward by hooking a finger in the leather loop between them. He pressed on the space between her shoulder blades to indicate he wanted her upper body to follow. It took little effort to find a rig point in the headboard, to which he clipped the cuffs in order to hold her in that position.
He let a hand slide over her bowed head and lowered shoulders, then up the sleek line of her back, and finally atop the buttocks that were now raised and ready for his pleasure…his use.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
Ava responded with a deep sigh. “It’s all yours,” she said, her tone so silken and sweet, he knew she was headed into a nice subbed-out zone again. He almost hated shattering that. Almost.
“It’s stunning,” he told her, swiping both his hands across the golden-skinned globes that topped the graceful curves of her thighs. Christ, he could spend days in veneration to her ass alone. But he had maybe an hour here at best. Time to get on with things. “I love the pink we’ve already painted across this canvas. But now it needs something more. Are you ready for my new paintbrush, baby?”
He watched the chocolate waves on her head glisten in the light as she nodded. “Yes, Sir. Ohhh, yes.”
He’d brought over a nice leather dragon’s tail from the toy closet but then noticed Hudsy had left the crop from the photo shoot in a convenient hook on one of the bedposts. The woman, being the perfect hostess she was, also left the cup next to it stocked with lube and a beginner’s anal plug. And people accused him of being part psychic?
After making a mental note to send Hudsy a long thank-you note and a good bottle of Columbia Valley cabernet, he positioned himself behind Ava, steeling himself for the glorious view her fresh position would now allow him. The sight was better than he expected, forcing him to clear his throat in hopes of calming his damn libido. Shit. Her legs were parted enough for him to glimpse the coral shimmer of her labia and the darker mystery of her pussy. Just inches from that was the puckered ingress with which he’d just toyed…and had many more plans for tonight.
The conclusion was an ideal companion to his next movements. As he spread her ass cheeks again, he felt and observed the tension in her muscles. “Take a breath. Relax, baby.”
She complied without hesitation, making it easy for him to get a generous squeeze of lube into her back hole. He used the lubrication to penetrate her deeper with a finger while spreading his thumb to rub the tender ridge of her clit at the same time.
“Oh!” she cried. “Oh, my!”
Despite the stimulation in her tone, tension still gripped her whole body. “You’ll answer me honestly, sunshine,” he directed. “Is this the first time you’ll have a man in your ass?”
Not surprisingly, she went still. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
Ethan stroked her back with soothing pressure. “Thank you.”
As he observed her melting into the motion, even rolling her hips with it, he went ahead and optimized the advantage in front of him—by rolling the plug in some lube and sliding it into her.
“Ay!” she exclaimed. “Ethan! Didn’t I just say this was new for me?”
She bucked and strained, but he turned the caress on her back into a controlling hold, exhilarated by it, pulling her through the portal of new awakening with firm, sensual surety. “And haven’t I asked you to trust me, sunshine? Ssshhh. Calm down. Breathe again. A little training goes a long way.”
Though her hard breaths still rocked her frame, she shifted back into position. He leaned deeper over her, rubbing the fingers that now clawed at the bed. Her arms tensed beneath his, her shoulders hunched near her ears. He nudged his lips against her nape and kissed it. Nipped his way down to her shoulder blades. Continued the length of her spine until he got to her ass again, where he continued to work the plug in and out, letting her get used to the fullness of it, making sure the tender membranes at the edge got plentifully stimulated.
“How does it feel now, sunshine?”
Ava took a long second to reply. “Tight.” Her shoulders tightened again. “It’s so much…”
He shifted back, ordering himself to focus on everything she was feeling instead of the blood that banged up and down his cock, shouting a huge Let’s roll, already! into his whole body. He compelled himself to focus on a higher goal. The nirvana he was going to reach in fucking an ass that burned with the welts he’d just dealt.
With that picture splashed in his head, he reached for the crop. As he started tapping at the sweet swells of her backside with it, he murmured, “Maybe a distraction will help.”
Ava emitted an unsteady whimper, though her fingers uncurled and her hips writhed, giving in to her submissive instinct to process the little stings with movement. Not for the first time this week, Ethan shook his head in wonderment. How another Dom hadn’t snatched her up, with her eagerness for all this so evident in her willing eyes and her acquiescent body, was beyond his comprehension. Maybe the sunshine in LA had a wonky gamma effect on its men. If that was the case, he hoped the city had a long, sundrenched summer. And fall. And winter.
She changed her movements as he put a little more muscle into the taps. She lunged forward instead of swirling her hips. He began timing the hits farther apart, giving her time to absorb and process the pain. At the same time, he listened to her harsh gasps, accepting every blow eagerly. He knew her endorphin pumps were grinding at full speed now, warming her skin, racing her heart. Her fast breathing told him she was on her way to a thick haze of pleasure. Her glistening pussy showed him she was on fire with sexual need.
He couldn’t resist having a touch.
Giving her a reassuring growl, he cupped his fingers between her thighs. Sure enough, the folds of her labia welcomed him with tight heat. She groaned and thrust it all harder into his hand. Her desire surged his to greater heights, driving the strength behind his blows and marking her flesh with incredible crimson ribbons. His marks. Yes. Yes, damn it, she was his—and he needed to seal that possession by driving himself into her most forbidden entrance.
With a snarl that sliced the air, he hurled aside the crop. He saw a shiver take over her from that alone, and it made him even harder. The process of freeing himself from the leathers seemed to take forever. After several urgent yanks, his dick surged out, shimmering with the evidence of just how ready he was for this, filled with more blood by the second thanks to the arousal roaring in his balls. It was an additional torment to grab at the stack of foil squares Hudsy had also left, tear one open with his teeth, and roll it over his thundering shaft. Then came the lube. Lots and lots of lube.
He grabbed Ava by the thighs and positioned her in front of him. The dark-purple head of his cock tapped against the clear tip of the anal plug. He worked the plug inside her once more while adding lube to the contact, working the slick liquid into her tight channel that way. She winced a little, though it turned into a full moan when he teased the stiff nub of her clit again.
“I’m going to pull it out now, baby,” he said.
“Ok-k-kay.”
“And I’m going to replace the plug with my cock.”
He heard her swallow hard. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
“You wanted this, Ava. You wanted my discipline.”
She nodded slowly. “I want to make you happy, Ethan.”
He gripped the sides of her ass, widening the opening at their apex. “You already do, sunshine. But this is a gift I’m not going to forget.”
She didn’t say anything as he eased the plug from her body.
She let out a high cry as he pressed his penis in.
“Push out.” He gave it as a solid command. “Bear down against me, sunshine. We’re almost there.” The sound of the lube inside her body, the feeling of her ass clenching around him… It made his senses swim with sheer ecstasy. “Fuck. Fuck, Ava, you feel so good.”
“Mmmm.” It wasn’t a moan reflecting her own pleasure. Not yet. But when she spoke again, there were wisps of arousal in her voice that gave him hope. “Mierda. It’s…you’re…it’s so much…”
“Yeah.” He didn’t hold back from letting her hear every rough, hoarse note of his spiraling need. “It is, isn’t it? I’m everywhere, aren’t I? Conquering you, filling you, stretching you…making you wetter, hotter.” Damn. His balls tucked in against her ass cheeks. He was in to the hilt, and it felt so fucking good.
“Ethan…oh God…”
“Let me fill you, Ava. Let me fuck you deep like this.”
“Y-Yes. Ahhh!”
“It’s setting you on fire, isn’t it? I can feel it in your clit, Ava. You’re ready to explode, just like me. And I want you to. Holy fuck, do I want you to.”
“Ay dios mio,” she uttered. “Oh, my God!”
He pressed against her, raking his teeth against her shoulder, reveling in the lusty appeal he now heard in her voice. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”
“H-Harder.” Her response barely carried volume because of her passion. “Fuck my ass harder. Faster. Claim me. Fill me. Hurt me. Heal me. P-Please…”
“Yes.” His mind reeled into a world where fulfillment and feeling merged, where his soul was shifted…and his spirit was finally unleashed. “Yes, baby. Yes.”