“Please what? Please untie me or please make me come?”
“Damn you! Make me come. Please, I’m begging.” Her efforts to break free proved fruitless, and her body trembled. He was driving her insane, physically and mentally, because she knew he was right. Not one of her lovers had ever denied her, made her wait.
He stood quickly, crossing to her. “Ask me very nicely.”
“Oh good Lord! Fine! Please make me come.” She sneered at him, and his answering chuckle made her groan.
“Well, that was nice, and very sarcastic. What I want is a heartfelt plea, a very soft, sweet murmur. ‘Maddox, please allow me to come.’ Can you do that, Clarissa?” He whispered the last words in her ear, and her already throbbing clit went into spasms.
She fought the urge to spit out more sarcastic words, knowing they would get her nowhere. Her tongue darted over her lips, and she rubbed them together. “Maddox, please allow me to orgasm. I’m begging you. First the car, now this? I can’t take any more. Please.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He spoke as if to a spoiled child; then he let go of the chain, moved his hand to her pussy, and found her clit. “Come for me, Clarissa. Scream for me.”
He pinched her clit, and she soared, pleasure roaring through her body as he increased the pressure. Her body jerked against the chains around her ankles and wrists, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her head into his chest.
The chair moved with her as she bucked against his hand. “Maddox!” His chest muffled the sound. He tugged on her ring once more, and her body shuddered in aftershocks. “Fuck me! Oh please, give me your cock.”
Clarissa sagged against him as he held her close. She could smell the spicy hint of his aftershave. She lifted her face to his neck, inhaling sharply.
His hand was on her neck, stroking it through her hair. “Feel better?”
“I’ll feel perfect once your dick is inside me.”
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, that’s not on the menu at this particular moment.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I never joke about things like this.” He stroked her thighs. “Where’s the card?”
“The ace?”
“That’s the one.” He stepped back from her, and she looked down to the bulge in his pants.
“Tell me you’ll change your mind about fucking me, and I’ll tell you.”
His gaze drifted to where she’d set her purse on the table. She watched his ass muscles flex as he walked across the room. Damn, he had a fine body.
“I don’t get you. You’re obviously hard. Why don’t you want to fuck?”
“Who said I didn’t want to?” He upended her purse, spilling the contents over the table. He found the card easily, then picked up her cell phone. “You have several missed messages.”
“I silenced it while I was on the strip. My mother called, wondering where I was. Then my father called, then Henry, twice. I got tired of it.”
He flipped it open, hit the Power button. “When you’re with me, it’s off, understand? I want your undivided attention.”
“On that point we agree totally.” She wiggled. “Let’s get back to this ‘not wanting to fuck’ business. You brought condoms and lube down. You made me think we’d fuck. I don’t think it’s fair for you not to follow through when you knew I…”
He strode back to her, the ace in his hands. “One thing you need to learn is never to question me. I make the rules and set the scenes. We fuck when I think the time is right, and right now I don’t think it is.”
The ace of spades flashed before her face. “I’m not much on punishment, except maybe denial. Every once in a while punishment is needed. For instance, you showed up without announcing your arrival after I told you to call. That’s a complete disregard of an order. Since you read the books, you know that can’t be tolerated.”
She almost said sorry, then remembered he didn’t like that word. “I understand that from what I read.”
“Good. When punishment is needed, you’ll draw a card. The card will decide the punishment and the amount of time you have to endure that punishment.”
“Okay.” Her heart beat just a little faster. “Where’s the chart to show what each card means?”
“All you need to know right now is spades mean whippings. The ace is wild, which means it can last as long as I want.”
“So you’re going to whip my ass as long as you want. I’m not sure I like that idea.”
“Who said anything about your ass?” He trailed his finger over her wet pussy. “There are other places to spank. And your pussy’s very sensitive right now after that fantastic orgasm I just gave you.”
“You’re going to spank my pussy?” She shook her head violently. “No, I can honestly say that idea doesn’t appeal to me.”
“We need a different position, though. This one isn’t exactly conducive to pussy spanking.”
“If I let you do this, do I get to come again?”
“You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” He put his lips right next to hers. “And you’ll ‘let me’ spank you. We’re going upstairs to my bedroom. I’ll secure your wrists to the headboard, and then you’ll spread your legs and take your punishment, won’t you?”
The soft, even tone of his voice made her shiver. Hell, if he kept talking like that she wouldn’t refuse him anything. “Yes, Maddox.”
“Good.” He made quick work undoing the chains around her ankles, helping her to stand after he’d undone the one binding her wrists to the chair. He picked up the chain still attached to her clit ring and led her toward the stairs. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked behind him, and she wondered at the picture they made. Him dressed in slacks and a shirt that, she knew from the feel, was Egyptian cotton. Her walking naked behind him, her wrists bound in front of her, and what was essentially a leash attached to her pussy.
She had wanted a new experience, and she was definitely getting that. None of her lovers had ever led her around by the pussy. She admired his ass again as he walked up the stairs. He was definitely a fine specimen of manhood.
She was a little nervous about what was to come, but there was no doubt in her mind he would follow what he’d said about a safe word. If she said it, he’d stop. She had thought about using it downstairs; however, it would have been more from anger about him not fucking her than from fear about what was going to happen. And that, she knew from her readings, wasn’t the proper way to use it.
The safe word was for when things were getting to be too much for the sub. She’d been frustrated downstairs, true, but it wasn’t from something that made her feel bad, unless that was not being screwed. And somehow she didn’t think using her safe word would make that happen any sooner.
At the top of the stairs, he led her to the end of the hallway, pushing open a door and flipping on the light. The room was decorated in a southwestern style, with large wooden furniture and various prints from southwestern artists. There was another dream catcher, this one above the bed. This room also had hardwood floors, with large cream-colored throw rugs placed about. To the side she could see an open door that led into what she assumed was a bathroom. French doors were in the center of the outside wall.
The bed was enormous, covered in a midnight blue comforter with four pillows sitting against the frame.
“It’s very you,” she said. “Love your prints and the dream catcher.”
“I have some artwork you might like in another room. I’ll show it to you tomorrow or sometime thereafter. I know you like art, or at least I figure most art history majors do.”
They exchanged knowing glances. During the week after they’d met, they’d both done research on the other. It didn’t surprise her, especially after learning he was Nadine Tremont’s son. He was probably used to people chasing after him for money too.
“Come here, you.” He tugged gently on the leash, and she walke
d over to him. He tipped her chin up, then gazed down into her eyes. “On the bed, hands above your head.”
“Yes, Sir, General.” She saluted and moved toward the bed, not bothering to turn back and see his reaction to her words. The swat he gave her on the bottom was answer enough.
“You’ve got a very smart mouth.” She giggled and lay down, stretching her arms above her head.
“How am I doing, boss?” She groaned with pleasure as he straddled her, wrapped a coil of rope around her bonds, and attached it to the headboard.
“You tell me.” He sat back, his butt barely touching her stomach, and looked down at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a fresh flower on the first day of spring, just waiting to be pollinated.” She ran her tongue over her lips, hoping to entice him. Instead he moved off the bed, heading toward the bathroom doorway. “Maddox?”
He paused at the door, then turned. “Spread your legs as wide as possible and bend them at the knee.”
“Oh goody, is this like riding the stirrups at the doctor’s office?” She’d hoped for a smile and didn’t get one. Instead he just went into the bathroom without saying a word. “I don’t think he appreciates my humor.”
He was back within minutes wearing the same clothes he’d worn all night. So much for hoping he’d get naked while he was in there. He had a paddle in his hand. Her eyes widened as he knelt between her legs and showed her the paddle.
“Have you seen this at the doctor’s office?” She studied the paddle, about twelve inches in length, with the egg-shaped head measuring about four inches across.
“Can’t say as I have. Do I need a prescription for that?”
This time he did crack a smile, however faint. “I’ve already written the script. Consider this an experiment. I want to see what sort of reaction this implement arouses in you.”
She nodded, afraid to trust anything that came out of her mouth right now. She’d been tied up before, but spanking was going to be a whole new experience, and she wasn’t exactly sure how she was going to take it, especially when he was spanking her pussy and not her ass.
Clarissa glanced down to where he knelt, trying to get a good look at herself. Even though her breasts parted, she still couldn’t get a good look.
“Lay your head on the pillow and keep it there. Doctor’s orders.”
“Okay.” Was her voice shaking? She was pretty sure that it was.
“Relax, Clarissa. I’m not going to beat you, I promise.”
A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I know; it’s just a little disconcerting. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”
“Good.” She jumped slightly when he rubbed the leather against her pussy, which was soaking wet. The wetness would make the stings hurt more, she knew. She pulled against the rope binding her wrists to the headboard.
“Relax, Clarissa. Or may I call you Rissa?”
“Sure.” This time there was no mistaking the nerves in her voice. “Listen, can we talk about…oh.” He rubbed the leather against her thigh. It was smooth and cool, and she moaned softly.
“Talk about what?” The leather moved to her other thigh, and she arched her hips off the bed. That felt delicious.
“The spanking. I’m thinking that maybe, we could, um, just continue to do what you’re doing. That will satisfy the ace of spades, don’t you think, I mean…oh jeez.” The leather was back on her pussy. He rubbed it in circles, applying pressure in the area of her clit, which throbbed in response. Her clit wanted attention, but she wasn’t sure it wanted the attention it was about to receive.
She closed her eyes, started to count to ten in an effort to calm her nerves. She’d made it to four when the first swat landed.
It didn’t sting nearly as much as she thought it would, and was quickly followed by a second swat that almost felt silky against her skin. She glanced down, earning a tsk-tsk from Maddox.
“You’re peeking.”
“And that’s not the leather you showed me.” He held it up, flashing her the black leather, then turned it around so she could see the other side, covered in what looked to be white suede. “You’re horrible. I was expecting something harsh.”
“I know. Got you all worked up, didn’t it?”
“You’re messing with my mind.” Another swat landed, this one a little harder than the last. She groaned softly, twisting her hips to try and increase the pressure on her clit, which was ready to shoot off again.
“I have a confession to make. I lied when I said all I wanted was your body. I want to play with your mind too. You’ll never know what to expect from me, so don’t even try to figure it out.”
The spanking grew more intense as Maddox switched between using the suede and the leather. The leather swats stung while the suede ones seemed to soothe the sting. He moved the paddle up and down her pussy, making her entire mons feel as if it were on fire.
“Please, enough.” She tried to inch up the bed. He set the paddle on her stomach, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back down.
“I guess we should be checking your ears instead of spanking your pussy. Did you miss the part that said the spanking would last as long as I wanted it to?” He squeezed his thumbs into her hips. “Don’t you dare try and get away from me.”
“I…please…” Please what? Her mind was going in ten different directions at once, trying to follow the sensations that streaked through her. She couldn’t put together a coherent sentence right now to save her from certain death. And frankly, she didn’t care. She teetered on the brink of orgasm. Each time he struck her right near her clit and she thought she would come, he moved the paddle, taking away the pressure that she needed to send her over the edge.
“Please!”
“You know what to do; you know what I like.”
Oh yes, she knew. Ask real nicely like she’d done downstairs. The chances of that happening right now were slim to none.
“Rissa? Do I need to remind you?”
“No.” She swallowed hard, then gasped. “Please, Maddox…give me…a…oh…I…”
The paddle landed harder now, the leather striking just at the opening of her slit. “Finish your sentence.”
“Make me…come…please.”
He moved to the side of her, pushing her leg up so that her calf lay over his shoulder. His fingers delved inside her wetness, finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, then slapped the paddle against her again, the leather hitting at the soft spot between her pussy and anus. One, two, three more swats, combined with the pressure on her clit sent her flying.
She screamed as the intensity of it moved through her, sending tingly bursts of energy to her feet and hands. Her hips bucked against his fingers, and her eyes widened in shock as seconds later she felt the head of his cock slip inside her.
Both her legs were over his shoulder now, his hands planted on either side of her as he slowly penetrated her. Was she so far gone she hadn’t noticed him moving, taking out his cock?
Maddox held totally still, and her eyes widened. “You’re pierced. Oh. My. God.”
“You like that, huh? Wait until that big ring slides in your ass. You’ll really like that.” He thrust harder, and she moaned as he slipped inside her. “Are you still with me?”
She nodded, bucking up into him in encouragement. In response, he pushed her legs up more, making her feel as if he had folded her in half. He gave her one final, long assessing gaze; then he pounded himself into her, the long, hard thrusts drilling into her body, making her feel as if his cock would possess her totally.
The sound of him slamming into her filled the room, and Clarissa grasped the rope that held her hostage, her boobs shaking as he continued to ride her. He slid over every sweet spot in her body, making aftershocks from her orgasms roll through her.
His deep moan let her know he’d hit his peak. His thrusts gained in intensity as he spilled inside her, then collapsed next to her, her legs landing on his. She felt the softness of his pants pressed agains
t her skin and knew then he hadn’t even taken his clothes off. He’d told her to not be surprised at whatever he did. She wondered now if he had surprised himself by fucking her, something he clearly hadn’t planned on doing.
Clarissa tensed just a little. He rubbed her thigh and glanced up at her. “Don’t worry, I wore a condom.”
“That was a very pleasant surprise,” she said, her voice finally under control. “If that’s submission, sign me up.”
He gave her a cockeyed grin, then moved to untie her hands. “Baby, that was some very, very fun play with a few BDSM elements thrown in. It wasn’t total submission, but it was a start. A damn good one.”
“Did I just pass another test?”
“With flying colors. The next one will be a little bit harder. Will you be up for the challenge?”
“Bring it on, baby. The sooner the better.”
Desert Surrender
Chapter Six
“Why didn’t you tell me Maddox was Nadine Tremont’s son?” Clarissa tried to balance her cell phone between her shoulder and ear as she poured a cup of coffee with one hand and pushed the lever down on the toaster with the other. She was starving. They’d forgone dinner last night for more pleasant diversions. Thank God Maddox had food in his house. She’d found coffee, cream, sugar, both real and fake, bread, peanut butter, and jelly. There was also cereal, although the milk did look a little worse for wear, so she’d gone for the toast.
“Loren didn’t tell me until after you left for Vegas,” Anna said, humor evident in her voice. “And if you didn’t know right out, you should have seen that information when you googled him.”
“It didn’t exactly give his life’s history, just information about the casino.”
There was a slight pause. “Have you enjoyed yourself in Vegas?”
“I have indeed, although I’m not in Vegas, I’m in Henderson, at his house.”
“Well, hot damn, tell me everything.”
Clarissa giggled, thinking back to last night. The toast popped up, and she grabbed it, then slathered peanut butter on it.
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