“Do you trust me, Candace?” He placed both hands on her arms and brushed over them in a long, sensual sweep from her shoulders down to her fingertips, and threaded their fingers together. Again she licked her lower lip, uncertain of the answer. Did she trust him? She was afraid of the intense heat and the dangerous look that smoldered in his eyes, and yet, inexplicably drawn to the exciting promise of both. Her fear of losing control was far outweighed by her excitement. Something deep inside warned her she was on the verge of a discovery that could change her life forever, but she couldn’t bring herself to resist. She swallowed hard, and nodded her head.
“There’s something wild in you, Candace, something that’s been contained and misunderstood for too long. I want to help you let it out. Will you trust me with that?” Again she nodded. “I have something for you.”
He took her hand and pulled her further into the house. The room was dimly lit with recessed lighting from above, further enhanced with the glow of several candles scattered about. He kissed her again, this one lingering, tender, and more sedate than the previous one. He handed her a large box with a black top, pink-and-black stripes along the sides, and a black bow tying the two together. The name of the store, Straight Up with a Twist, was embossed in raised gold script across the top. “I went shopping and picked up a few things. I want you to put these on.”
Her eyes widened with surprise and she gave him a questioning look, but his blank expression gave nothing away. She removed the top and cautiously peeked inside. Carefully peeling back delicate pink tissue paper, she revealed a black latex harness bra with tiny pink bows stitched below each shoulder strap, and two black latex pasties to cover the nipples once the breasts hung exposed and free. Included was a matching pair of extremely short shorts with a zipper that ran from the rear, through the crotch, and ended in front just below the waist. And finally, there was a pair of black round-toed six-inch platform heels with red-bottomed soles.
Candace looked at the contents of the box in stunned silence and a growing excitement. She pulled out the harness bra and ran her hands over the shiny black material. She felt something deep inside unfurl and purr with recognition and expectation. “Where should I change?” she asked in a low voice as she pulled each piece from the box and carefully set them aside.
“Right here. I want to watch.”
Without hesitation she began to strip, taking her time to savor the sensation of icy blue eyes fixated on her every move. He stood with his legs apart, his hands clasped together, and his head slightly bowed, watching as she took her time and slowly removed each piece of clothing. He shamelessly wrapped his hand around the thickness of his stiffening cock, gripping and massaging it through the material of his pants. She was turned on by the evidence of his desire and shivered with anticipation as his hardened length continued to grow.
When she was completely naked, he reached out to trace her lines and caress her curves. He followed the shape of her breast with the tips of his fingers and flicked back and forth over her nipple with his thumb. He moved lower and cupped her smooth naked mound, and rubbed delicate circles around her opening before he dipped inside her warmth, seeking telltale evidence that she was wet and ready for him. She welcomed his invasion and held onto his arms for stability, pushing helplessly into his hand as he indulged himself.
When he removed his tormenting finger, he reached behind her and picked up the pair of shorts. He kneeled in front of her and put his arms around her waist. Pulling her closer, he buried his face in her pelvis and inhaled the scent of her arousal. He flicked his tongue repeatedly, delving into her divide to taste her spice. She moaned, nearly lost her balance, and held on tighter. Again he withdrew and temporarily halted his torture and lowered the shorts to the floor, encouraging her to step into them, one leg at a time. They fit her like a glove and molded perfectly to her rounded bottom. Next, he helped her into the harness, lifting her breasts through the openings and pulling it tight, then lacing it up from behind to bring her shoulders back and lift her breasts higher. Before putting on the pasties, he suckled each nipple, licking, nipping and teasing them to pointed perfection. And last, he helped her put on the heels and watched her height increase and bring her to a level only a few inches shorter than his six feet plus.
His tantalizing tease changed from gentle and coaxing to dark and demanding; his gaze became hard and possessive. Suddenly he bent his knees and lifted her up. Putting her over his shoulder like a prehistoric caveman, he headed off down the hallway to his bedroom. He put her down in the middle of the floor and held her captive in his arms. Candace viewed her surroundings through wide-open eyes. She was always impressed by the heavy, dark-stained oak king bed prominently displayed in the middle of the room. The headboard was covered with black leather held in place by rounded bronze tacking pins. In the middle was the sculptured bronze head of a lion, pressed flush against the board, with a small metal hoop that hung between its teeth. It was a beautiful piece of workmanship. Whenever she looked at the bed, she couldn’t help but see a reflection of the man with its masculine beauty and implied strength.
Placed next to the bed was a small serving table that held an assortment of items: crystal goblets, an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne, a bowl of fruit, chocolate sauce, whipped cream—and nipple clamps.
Chapter 22
“I want you to close your eyes and open your mind, Candace.” He spoke into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her body from behind and pulled her back against his chest. “I want you to feel what it is I feel for you.” He took her hand and placed it between his legs, encouraging her to wrap her fingers around his engorged length, to stroke and grip it firmly. “I want you to know what it is you do to me every time you’re near me and every time I think about you.” He withdrew a long black silk scarf from his back pocket and let it trail over her skin, through her fingers, up her arm, around her neck, and over her face.
“Since this is our first time experimenting together like this, we’re going to take it slow,” he whispered into her neck and nipped at her shoulder. “I want you to trust me and believe I would never hurt you. This night is about pleasure, for the both of us. Do you believe me, Candace?”
This time she didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I believe you, Brice.”
“That’s my girl.” He placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it behind her head. Then he turned her around to face him.
“Kiss me,” he commanded. And she did, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting every ounce of excitement and fear she felt into it, signaling her surrender and leap of faith. The kiss went on forever, tongues battling, hearts pounding, and internal temperatures escalating toward meltdown. She wrapped one leg around his lower body, bringing her center snug against his enormous hard-on. He pressed his cock against her latex-covered pelvis and ground his hips back and forth. The friction of his jeans rubbing against the zipper in her shorts directly over her sensitive button was an excruciating, painful pleasure. She moaned in submission and felt her knees weaken from the pressure as she approached orgasm.
“Oh no you don’t,” he scolded as he pulled back from her embrace. “It’s not going to be that easy. You took your sweet-ass time letting me back into your space. I think you enjoyed making me wait and beg to see you. But there’s something you should know about me, Candace. I’m not accustomed to waiting or begging for what I want.”
He pulled her close again and bent forward to lick her lips and trace wet kisses along her cheek. Nipping at the soft shell of her ear, he whispered low and passionately, “You made me think about your hot delicious body day and night, and all the things I wanted to do to you. How I wanted to please you, how I wanted you to please me. Now it’s your turn to endure the agony of anticipation. We’re going to do things my way tonight. I think you should know what never-ending need feels like.”
The hard pressure of his cock and the husky sound of his voice sent waves of heat cascading down her spine. He took her hands and clasped them tog
ether in front of her. “I want you to undress me. Use your senses to feel me and touch me while you take my clothes off.” He released his grip and enjoyed the sensation of her soft exploring hands moving methodically over his frame.
The blindfold was something new, something exciting. It quieted her nerves and heightened her senses, making her more conscious of the muscled form beneath her fingertips. She concentrated on the sensations conveyed by her sense of touch. Sliding her hands under his shirt, her fingers traced every line and every defined detail as she rubbed her palms over his skin and raked her fingernails across his now rigid nipples. She lifted his shirt, pulled it slowly over his arms and head, and dropped it to the floor, then rubbed her face over his chest and abs as she worked her way down his torso. She tasted and teased him with her tongue and fingers, while slowly moving lower.
His thighs were like two strong tree trunks, hard and immovable. She lowered herself to her knees and fit her body between them. With hands holding onto his firm butt, she rubbed her face against the bulge of his still-covered cock, relishing in the feeling and scent of him. Next, she turned her attention to his boots, unsnapping and removing and tossing them aside. From her kneeling position, she gripped the zipper and slid it down and over the swollen bump in his pants. As she eased his pants down past his buttocks and strong thighs, her breath hitched when she came into contact with a soft leather thong pulled taut, cupping his manhood and leaving his backside bare to her exploring touch. Her excitement went up another notch.
Too soon he pulled her up by her elbows and deprived her of the pleasure of worshiping his masculine form. He wrapped a second scarf around her wrists and tied her hands together in front of her. He laid her on the bed and looped the loose end of the scarf through the hoop in the lion’s mouth, pulling her arms high over her head and tying it in place.
“How do you feel, Candace?”
“Nervous,” she whispered.
“It’s okay, baby.” He nuzzled her neck and softly traced lingering kisses along her collarbone, down her throat, and onto the top of her breasts. “You can be nervous for now,” he murmured, “but I promise you, it won’t last. The scarf isn’t tight. You can get out of it anytime you want, if you’re afraid or feel uncomfortable.”
He took an ice cube from the bucket, pressed it to her mouth, and brushed it back and forth over her tempting, protruding bottom lip. He leisurely licked away the drops of water left behind, then explored the seam of her mouth with his tongue, seeking entrance, coaxing her to open for him. The fiery warmth from his aggressive, probing tongue caused her to quiver and made her wet. He ended the kiss and then gradually peeled back one of the pasties from her breast and covered it with his lips, again scorching her with the heat from his tongue. Sucking it hard against the roof of his mouth, it transformed into a tight hard peak, and he grazed it with his teeth and bit down upon it gently. She moaned her pleasure.
He removed his mouth from her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then he replaced his fingers with his now-cold wet tongue, rolling the ice cube over her nipple and across her breast.
The sensation was intense. Her senses were shocked by the instant change in temperature, from intensely hot to icy cold. He took the cube and rolled it over both her hardened buds until they were numb with cold, then he attached the soft rubber-coated nipple clamps with adjustable screws and a connecting chain that ran between the two clips. He turned the screws to adjust the tension to her level of tolerance. The sudden pinch of pain instantly turned into an intense blooming pleasure.
He returned to ravaging her body with his ice-cold mouth, licking her inside her navel and rubbing her everywhere with his face. The sensation was nearly unbearable. Unexpectedly, he grasped her hips and clamped down hard, spread her legs, and pushed his face between her thighs. Toying with the zipper tab at the seam of her shorts with his teeth, he gradually pulled it down to reveal the treasure underneath. He stuck his cold, cold tongue on her clit, circled it twice, and plunged deep inside. She gripped the tied end of the scarf with both hands, let out a scream, and nearly jumped off of the bed.
It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. A tingling sensation streaked up her torso and down through her legs, straight to the end of her toes. Her entire body shook uncontrollably. With an audible growl, he draped her legs over his shoulders, lifted her higher, and pushed his face in further between her legs. He continued his assault until the heat from her core melted the ice cube completely. Then he traveled back up her body to once again feast on her lips.
He took another ice cube and applied it to her nips, keeping them numb. He brushed a fresh, ripe strawberry covered in chocolate across her lips then popped it into her mouth. She sucked and chewed on it.
“Are you okay, Candace? Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he nuzzled her throat and toyed with her earlobe. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“No, no, no,” she stammered. “Don’t stop.” The painful pleasure that spread through her body, delivered by the ice and the pinching clamps, was a new and shocking experience. She wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.
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Her willingness to take part in his type of foreplay excited him. The way she’d screamed and quivered beneath his mouth made his cock grow even harder. It had been too long since he’d played his sex games.
He twirled her over and put her face down and on her knees. A large wedge-shaped pillow was placed beneath her stomach and hips to set her ass high, and he loosened the scarf to allow her arms enough slack to rest her weight on her elbows.
“Spread your legs for me, Candy.”
He fit his body between her legs and clutched her butt cheeks, one in each hand, then rubbed his leather-clad cock and balls along the open zipper. The heat from her soft, moist flesh was excruciating. Reaching around her body with one hand, he tugged slightly on the chain that joined the clamps on her nipples as he ground his body against her backside. With the other hand, he delivered a stinging slap to one cheek. She let out a loud gasp. He rubbed his hand over her rounded form to take away the sting, and then delivered another quick sharp slap to the opposite cheek. He raked his fingers up her thighs and grabbed her ass again, rocking his weight into her.
He continued to stroke her butt with one hand as he pushed a finger into her moistened depths in search of her sweet spot. He fingerfucked her fast and deep, alternately playing with her clit and tugging on her nipples with his free hand. Then he pulled his cock free from the leather thong and rubbed it against her wet opening. He eased the broad, flared tip of his penis slowly in and pulled it out. The open zipper raked across his cock like the nails of tiny little fingers, and created an incredible sensation that sent whips of electricity streaking over his ass, through his balls, and all the way down to tickle his toes.
“Do you like this, baby?” he growled. Unable to control his body’s automatic response, he pushed in further.
“Yes, you know I do,” she moaned, the sound of her voice muffled by the bed sheets bunched beneath her face.
“Do you want more of me?”
“Yes, I want more. I want it all.” Candace pushed her ass back into him, tugging against her restraint, struggling to press herself closer. Brice pulled back and slapped her butt again. He felt her body tremble from the contact.
“Naughty girl. Not yet. Not until I’m ready. I told you, tonight we’re going to do things my way.”
He was having difficulty maintaining control. The sight of her lovely ass covered in latex, exposed and propped up high, and the black Christian Louboutin stiletto heels did things to him. The sinuous feel of her slick channel stretched and wrapped around him made him just a little bit crazy. Brice pushed inside of her again, going deeper; he moved in slow, easy in-and-out strokes. Her soft walls gripped him like a silken fist, pulsing and squeezing him tight. He shuddered. She moaned louder and squirmed and rolled her hips more.
“Dammit, Candy—don’t move,”
he rasped. Holding onto his self-control by a thread, he dragged himself back just in the nick of time. His hand fisted around his shaft and gripped it hard while he fought to ride out the waves of sensation. She would not do this to him; there was no way he’d allow her to take him over the edge too soon.
“I can’t help it,” she whined, unsated and frustrated. “You’re torturing me.”
“Yeah. That’s the idea.” He breathed heavily. “I spent the last two weeks jerking off in my bed every night, thinking of you just like this—your ass in the air and me buried up to my nuts in this tight pussy of yours.” He rubbed his free hand in small circles over her buttocks, then up her spine, his fingers tracing the slightly raised ridge of bone surrounded by taut muscle.
“That’s torture.”
He relaxed his death grip and began to stroke himself in a slow, measured glide, up and down his shaft. Though it momentarily eased the intensity of his urge for release, the clutch of his hand couldn’t compare to the feeling of being wrapped in warm, wet, liquid silk. He circled her entrance, dipping inside and pulling back, drawing out his pleasure and adding to her torment. He couldn’t help himself. The sensation was agonizing as it sent white-hot heat streaking up his legs to register in his groin. His toes crossed and snapped as though a switch connected to his ass had sent a powerful electrical current surging throughout his body. He was playing with fire, and loving every minute of it. He could barely stave off the wave of heat running rampant from his head to his toes.
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