Bound to Pleasure [Bound To 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Piper Flynn

  “Is there something wrong with your hearing, sub?” Ronan barked out.

  Oops. Emma scrambled back until she could reach the spindles on the headboard, holding tight.

  “This is a flogger.” Ronan let the ends of the falls touch her stomach. Her body jumped at the light touch. A quick look showed she hadn’t let go of the headboard. “These are called falls. This particular flogger is made of the softest deerskin.” As Ronan spoke, he trailed the ends of the flogger up to each nipple, circling until they puckered prettily and she began shifting on the bed as her arousal started to build.

  Shifting the flogger so he was handling the falls, he allowed the cold metal ring to brush over one the hardened tips as he took the other in his mouth. Her breathy moan had his dick pulsing behind his pants.

  With a last sucking pop, he released her nipple, checking again to ensure she was still holding onto the headboard. “A flogger can create many sensations, depending on how you wield it.” Grasping the pommel once again, Ronan continued to trace her body with the soft material. “Some will sting and some will thud. This flogger is going to feel almost like a deep massage.” When he reached the apex of her thighs, he smiled as she opened her thighs wide, inviting him to explore. Her pussy was wet with her arousal. He could smell the temptation, beckoning him to feast.

  “You have the most beautiful pink pussy.” Reaching down, he let his thumb circle her swollen clit, drinking in the sounds of her impending orgasm. Just as she her body started to tighten and her hips were lifting and twisting into his hand, he delivered a stinging slap to her clit. Her body bowed off the bed and she screamed as her release whipped through her. Ronan continued to circle at her folds until his fingers were coated with her cum. Raising his hand to his nose, he inhaled her essence before sucking each finger clean. “The most decadent ambrosia could not taste as sweet as you do, love. But I think we can do much better than those little releases.”

  Emma let her head fall back on the pillows, trying to catch her breath. The man was crazy. He’d just made her come four times in less than a minute and he thought they could do “better”? Better would surely kill her. She watched as he put the flogger down on the foot of the bed. She’d liked the way the tail things had felt running over her skin.

  “Let go of the headboard, love.”

  Emma did as he instructed and couldn’t hold back the groan as her muscles protested the movement after being stationary so long. She gave a different kind of groan as Ronan walked around to her side and started rubbing the soreness from her traps.

  “Come with me.” Ronan chuckled when she moaned in protest at the loss of her massage.

  Holding her hand, he walked over to the full-length mirror stopping directly in front of it. She chanced a quick glance and was mesmerized by the woman looking back. Her hair was no longer confined but had started spilling out over her shoulders. Her nipples were like diamond points and her pussy was red and puffy. She could see and feel how wet she was. Looking at herself, she felt her walls pulse again at the picture she made. Is this how Ronan saw her? Wanton, soft?

  “Isn’t she a breathtaking creature?” Turning her so she was fully facing the mirror he pulled her into his body. “Look at those eyes. So full of passion.” Reaching down, he ran a finger through her wet folds before slipping inside. “And this bounty, weeping for my attention. Stunning.”

  Emma couldn’t look away from his hand pumping in and out of her body. Each time he bumped against her clit, causing her to catch her breath, but even still she watched, mesmerized. He made her look beautiful, made her feel beautiful. She wanted the world to see how she felt right now in this moment. Loved, wanted, beautiful. Twining her hands up behind his neck, she stretched, offering to him whatever he chose to take. Her body, her heart, her soul. They were all his.

  Ronan could feel every drop of blood leave his body and go straight to his cock at that little display of submissiveness. Standing before him here and putting herself on display, binding her own hands and presenting herself like a gift. “Thank you, little love. Your trust is a gift I will cherish forever.”

  Feeling more brave and sure of herself than she ever had, she decided to take a huge leap. “Thank you, Master.” She watched as the words registered on his face. His entire body locked up behind her and he closed his eyes for several seconds before opening them to stare at her with a new intensity.

  “I want you to place your hands on either side of this mirror. You are not to move them. Do you understand?”

  Without hesitation she moved forward, placing her hands exactly as he asked. “Yes, Master.” She heard him walk away and return almost immediately. Her skin prickled as she felt the soft material of the flogger trace its way down her back to her ass.

  “Remember our scale? Where are you, love?”

  “Green, Master.” Was she nervous? Yes. Afraid? Not anymore. Ronan would die before he hurt her. Something had shifted in her soul while she watched them in the mirror. She felt a light where before there hadn’t been any and that light was the gift of Ronan’s love. He really loved her. She’d seen it in his eyes and she loved him with every breath of her body.

  Ronan’s gut clenched again when she called him Master. He was worried his body would burst from the amount of happiness it contained right now. She loved him. “Use your safe words if you need them, love.” He stepped in close to her and began twisting the flogger so that the ends skimmed across her skin softly, getting her used to the feel of them once again. By the time he reached her legs, her body was moving restlessly, trying to maintain contact with the toy. She was ready.

  Stepping back a bit from her to give himself room to work safely, he began rotating his wrist and twisting the flogger. With the first strike her body instinctively moved away, expecting a sharp pain. The second blow landed almost immediately after the first and this time she remained in place. Blow after blow, he worked his way from her upper back down to her feet and back up again, paying extra attention to that juicy ass.

  Every few seconds he checked her body for any indication of discomfort or excessive redness. Her skin was a lovely shade of pink and if the wetness running down her thighs were an indication, she liked the flogger.

  Emma groaned as the tails landed again, then again, followed by a slow lingering touch from Ronan’s hand or lips. She felt as if every inch of her body was tingling, hypersensitive to everything. Each thud worked her muscles, relaxing her body until she was all but sagging against the mirror. Once again she felt Ronan’s tongue dancing along her shoulder and heard the flogger drop to the floor. “You were magnificent, Emma. Your skin is warm and pink.”

  She sucked in a breath when his fingers delved into her folds once again, pumping several times before leaving her empty. She whimpered in frustration. Her body was still tingling from the flogging. She wanted to rub against him like a cat in heat. She looked up to see that he was shucking off his jeans. His cock sprung forward, thick and long. She loved that he didn’t wear boxers, that she could unzip his pants and take him into her without that hindrance. Her mouth watered with the need to have him. She loved sucking him down until his hand tightened in her hair painfully and he shot down her throat. She’d lick him clean until she felt him starting to harden again and start all over.

  “Keep your hands on the wall, love.” Ronan watched her watching his dick and stroked himself several times. Play first, fuck after. He scooted down on the floor until he was under her spread legs and her creamy pussy was eye level. Grasping her hips, he licked his lips in anticipation. He did so love to make a meal of her. “You’d better not move your hands from that wall, Emma.” Before she could agree, he swiped his tongue down her drenched folds.

  Feeling her grip slip from the wall Emma made herself replant her hands as the blond head between her thighs sucked, licked, and bit every square inch. Her legs were starting to feel like noodles. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold herself upright. Maybe if she let her body rest against the
mirror. Putting thought to action, she leaned into the cold glass, feeling her breasts mash flat. The new angle seemed to open her up more to Ronan and she screamed when he grasped her butt cheeks and spread her wide, fucking into her opening with a stiffened tongue. Her hips began thrusting and moving, trying to ride his tongue like she rode his cock. My God, it felt so good. Faster and faster she moved her hips, feeling the pressure building as he slipped her clit into his mouth and began working it with his tongue.

  One of his hands slipped from her ass and she felt a blunt finger working its way through the tight ring of muscle in her back hole. She automatically tightened against the invasion and felt him smack her ass sharply with the other hand before continuing to work into her opening. Working past the muscles, he slipped in another finger and began fucking into her hard and fast. It was too much. Her body felt too much. His fingers were twisting, pushing, causing the most wonderful pinching sensations and his tongue rasping continuously over and over her swollen tissues. Too much, just too—

  That was the last coherent thought Emma had as a spasm unlike anything she’d ever felt ripped through her lower body, sending waves of pleasure so intense she didn’t know if she’d survive it.

  Ronan pulled her away from the mirror and down on to the rug-covered floor before she fell. Spreading her legs, licking every last drop of release from her body. The taste was like nothing he’d ever had. Twirling a tongue around her clit, he smiled as she bucked to try to get away from him. When she finally stopped twitching, he moved from between her legs. Rising to his feet, he walked over to the box he’d left on the dresser. Opening it he took out the collar he’d had special made weeks ago for his soon-to-be wife. It was delicate like her, almost weightless in his hand. A thin platinum gold chain would wrap tightly around her neck. A second chain, just as thin, would fall lower. It held a tiny golden lock that would nestle between her breasts.

  The caveman in him had wanted to put the thickest leather collar he could find around her neck, as a warning to any man who thought to even look at her. Common sense, and a nagging Jack, had reared its head and he’d created this collar he held now with the help of the jeweler. The thick leather one, yeah, he’d had that one made too. That was for play time or club time, when he finally took her up to Lexington. Tonight he wanted to see this one decorating her throat. Crossing to her, he knelt back between her legs and pulled her to a sitting position. “You are my heart, little love. My everything. You’d make me the happiest man alive if you’d accept my collar.”

  Emma could feel the tears building as she eyed the delicate-looking chain in his hand. She had hoped this moment would come. From the second she’d spotted Kat’s collar, she’d dreamed of this happening with Ronan. The thought of him buckling a brand of not just his ownership but of his devotion to her around her neck was almost more than she could handle. “Yes, Ronan, nothing would please me more.”

  Ronan shut his eyes for a moment, soaking in her acceptance of him, of them, and everything it stood for. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her softly on the lips. “You humble me with your love and trust, Emma.” Taking the chain, he pulled her hair to the side and connected the clasp in the back. He gave a grunt of satisfaction as the longer chain fell to rest between her breasts.

  Emma looked down at the gorgeous jewelry with awe. It was a piece of art. She’d never seen something so ethereal looking. The tiny lock would brush against her breasts as she went about her day, always reminding her of her Dom. It was perfect. “It’s beautiful, Master. I’ll never take it off. I promise.”

  Ronan nodded and then looked a little chagrined before he pulled her in for a lingering kiss. “I bought another collar, little love. It’s a thick leather cuff with soft fur lining the inside so it won’t chafe your delicate skin. You’ll wear that one when we play or when I take you to the club. I want to make it clear to all those bastards you are taken. Jack kept me from getting the word ‘MINE’ stamped into the leather … barely.”

  Emma laughed delightedly at his disgruntled look.

  “You dare to laugh at me, woman?” he mock growled before forcing her to her back. With one hand he positioned himself at her entrance and began slowly working his way in. She was tiny to begin with but all their play had left her tissues swollen. So he fed his length into her body in agonizingly slow increments. It was both torture and pleasure, and she squirmed and bucked beneath him, trying to force him to go faster.

  When he felt his balls hit her ass, he couldn’t hold back another second. She was hot as fuck and squeezing him like a fist. He pulled out slowly until just the tip was holding him in then hammered back in hard and fast. Again pulling all the way out and moving back in hard. After just a few seconds, she was writhing beneath him, begging him to fuck her so sweetly. Patience was still something they needed to work on.

  “Master, please. I ache so.” Emma couldn’t believe her body was already back to this point. The greedy thing had just come but it wanted whatever Ronan could give it.

  He slipped out of her completely, flipping her over onto all fours before she even registered the loss. Her ass lifted in the air, inviting him to take her and sighed in relief as she felt him part her folds with his thick cock. The chain she wore rasped lovingly against her nipple as her body swayed.

  He grasped her hips and set up a hard and fast rhythm that had his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust. He tunneled a hand through her hair, pulling back until she lifted up onto just her knees. He pulled her head to the side and started biting and sucking her neck. His other hand moved down to her clit and began rubbing the already sensitized flesh. “Come for me, Emma.”

  Ronan’s balls had drawn up tight and he knew he was seconds from spilling his seed inside her hot pussy. Biting down on her neck and pinching her clit at the same time, he felt her body spasm around him. Only then did he allow his own body to loose itself in her depths.

  Pulling her back down on the rug and into the shelter of his body, he held her close, the chain draped over his arm binding them together. Slowly their hearts began to slow to a normal pace. The Dom in him demanded he get up and care for their sub. The lovesick fool in him just wanted to hold her like this all night.

  Then, out of the silence, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

  “I love you, Ronan.”

  “I love you too, Emma.” The lovesick fool would win tonight, he thought with a smile. Holding her close, content to be with his One.

  Chapter 7

  He watched her walk from drawer to stove to refrigerator to stove and back again. Her slender body was always in constant motion as she cooked something that had his belly growling for food. Every minute or so she’d reach up and touch the collar and smile that secretive little smile that got his cock hard in a split second. “How much longer, little love? I’m a growing boy. Need my protein.”

  Emma rolled her eyes and glared over at Ronan. This was the third time he’d asked that question. She’d had to smack his hand with a fork to keep him out of the eggs. “Growing boy? I think a few more minutes of waiting won’t kill your growth spurt, Ronan.” Laughing at his putout pout, she transferred the last of the veggies from the skillet to a plate. He didn’t know it, but he was going to start eating healthy. No more of those artery-clogging omelets he shoveled in from the diner. You could eat well and still enjoy the food.

  She walked over to the island and began assembling her world-famous breakfast burritos. Well, world-famous as in, her brothers and Kat loved them. Tortilla shell with a bit of her guacamole sauce spread on it. Layer some sautéed veggies, black beans, scrambled eggs, roasted sweet potato sliced super thin, minimal cheese, and roll it all up into a yummy burrito. She spooned out some melon and strawberries to go on the side and almost laughed at snarl of disgust that earned her. Quickly assembling a few more, she walked back to Ronan and placed his plate in front of him. “Eat up.”

  He made to grab her and pull her up on his lap as he did at every mea
l but she dodged out of his way. “Uh, uh, uh. Not this time.”

  Ronan growled in protest. “Woman, walk your sweet ass back over here this minute.”

  Dropping her head and giving a mock pout, she started shuffling over. “I just wanted to see how you liked your breakfast. I can’t tell if I’m sitting in your lap.”

  Seeing the pout, he huffed out a put-upon sigh. “I suppose this one time I can eat without that hot little pussy rubbing against me.” He threw back his head and laughed as her head popped up, cheeks red. It was hard to believe she could still blush after everything they’d done together. Grinning at her black look, he cut into his burrito and slid a bit into his mouth. Holy shit!

  Emma held her breath as Ronan took his first bite. The grin fell away from his face and he moaned. Success! “Do you like it?”

  “Irr gwod. Aw maw gwwd.”

  She thought that translated into, “It’s good, oh my God,” but it was hard to understand with him shoveling food into his mouth as fast as he could. She eyed his quickly emptying plate and started rolling more burritos. Finishing, she walked over and put another burrito on his plate. She noticed he hadn’t touched his fruit. Men were so hard headed. The boys were the exact same way. Fruit was girly, or something crazy like that. “You forgot your fruit. It’s packed with good things for a growing boy too.”

  Ronan shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I’m saving room for more burritos. Protein fuels this body, not that girly fruit salad stuff,” he said, tearing into the burrito she’d just made.

  How the man didn’t weigh as much as a whale, she couldn’t figure out. She sighed as he held out his plate for more. Time to play dirty. She reached down and picked a piece of melon from his plate. Bringing it her own mouth, she bit into it slowly, allowing the juices to run down her fingers. As she licked the excess from her fingers, his eyes watched every swipe of her tongue. She held the rest of the melon up for him to eat and he took it, still watching her mouth. Next she picked a strawberry and put it between her teeth, lifting her mouth toward his, encouraging him to take it. He did, crunching into it with more force than necessary. She continued to feed him piece by piece until the fruit was gone, by which time she was breathing heavy and his erection was tenting his pajama pants.