Willows, Jennifer - Bound by Accident [Moreland Brothers 1] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Jennifer Willows

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  The first stroke was liquid fire, stealing her breath. The lash bit into her buttock. By the next, her memory stirred. By the fifth, she knew what he used to whip her. A switch, of all things. She danced, squirming in his lap. She was hard pressed not to rub against the erection jabbing her. When the final lash hit, her ass and clit were sore, both hot and swollen. He broke the silence, rubbing her with unguent to relieve some of the sting from the lashes.

  “How did you like your switching?”

  Mak bit her lip. “It was a throwback, that’s for sure.”

  The master next to her laughed. “I thought so, too.” He removed the blindfold, and she blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to full-strength light.

  Charyn asked her, “You ready to go home now? I’ve got a few things planned for you this weekend.” He dropped the fresh-cut switch on the ground, extending his hand to her.

  She accepted it, responding, “I am.”

  When she made her way upstairs and checked her phone, Makenzie decided to send a message to her mother about her early departure. She was only planning on staying one more day anyway, and their only plan was to pick up the seedlings from the nursery. Her mother must have been waiting to hear from her as the response time was unusually quick. The seven-word reply from her mother, get him he’s yours for the taking, was stunning to say the least. If mom only knew what was about to happen to her little girl…

  After bundling together her gear and clothes, Makenzie packed her painting carefully. Wanting to keep it secret until it was finished, she put it in a box faceup with the container covered in newspaper and taped shut. Charyn had her follow him out, and before hitting the highway, they stopped for gas. He used his debit card and had both cars filled to the brim so they could hit the road. Charyn was taking a detour, though, as he went to UNC-C, and he had her step out of the car. Mak was really confused why they stopped out of the way, but kept silent. Charyn explained, “You are riding back with me.”

  “How is that supposed to work? This car isn’t gonna drive itself, you know, although the parking assistant is pretty awesome.”

  “I purchased a driver, and they are going to fly back from ILM here.”

  “Wha…” How in the heck did he just purchase a driver? Not to mention the expense of plane tickets. Makenzie knew she was in trouble with a capital T.

  “Yeah, just you and me, with three hours of open road.”

  “That’s gotta be expensive, Charyn. Can’t I just drive it back myself?”

  “Nope. Part of your punishment is going to be in this car, and I’m not giving up three-plus hours of my weekend.”

  To say the least, Mak was stunned. She wasn’t anticipating this turn of events. What was he going to do to her while they were driving? The question had no easy answer, and the thoughts were cut short when two young males came to the car. Charyn introduced them as Bill and Teddy, and the easygoing pair hopped in her car. They followed them on the road, but after the first half hour, the pair was out of sight. The Challenger was just that fast, and she was advised that the two were under orders to take at least five hours to get to their destination. Charyn stopped on the side of the road, looked at her and she peered back using her peripheral vision, not knowing what he wanted to do with her.

  “Take off the bra, Makenzie.”

  Eyes bulging, she followed his instructions, pulling the bra through her armholes of her T-shirt. He took the garment and set it aside. Next, he took a Swiss Army knife from the dash, the blade honed to a sharp edge He sliced her Charlotte Hornets ringer tee down the front in one vicious swipe of the blade. Her breath caught. Could she trust him not to hurt her? She already knew the answer, and sat still. Next, he took her denim skirt and pulled it above her hips, exposing her spandex teal boy shorts. Those he cut off her as well, stuffing spandex in his pocket.

  Charyn watched her hotly, his hazel eyes predominantly green today, and told her, “We are going to listen to the radio and let fate decide how much you are punished along the ride. I will choose a popular station and any time a Jay-Z song plays, you have to masturbate. If Lady Gaga plays, then you have to go down on me. If a trucker honks during any point, you have to use a free hand to pinch your nipples.” He smirked, the smile wicked and full of himself. She loved it, loved him, though she couldn’t say it yet. It was too soon to give him that added power over her. He tied the ripped shirt at its base, farm girl style. It barely covered her breasts, the nipples waiting to spill free to any person who thought to look.

  Setting off again, they hit the road, the car a blur of bumblebee stripes. The radio played popular music, but none of the artists he mentioned played for the first half hour. When “Party Life” came on, Mak was hyped and, dropping her hand low, she rubbed her wet pussy lips. By the time the song ended, she dripped wetly on the leather bucket seat. Panting, she glanced over, a large SUV keeping pace. She could see the driver wink at her, one hand on the wheel. She could guess what he was doing from the smile on the male driver’s face.

  Over the next hour she masturbated twice and sucked Charyn off three times. He was so hot, the last time he pulled onto the shoulder, and she bobbed her head as the wheels stopped. He held her head close, bucking his hips, the car jerking to a stop. She finished him off there on the shoulder, the cars flying by them, tires screaming on the pavement. He gripped her straightened hair, crumpling the silken length in both fists. His orgasm almost triggered hers, and she knew she would earn more punishment if she came and disappointed him. Her thighs clenched, holding back the peak by the skin of her teeth.

  “Under the seat there are two toys. Pull them out.” She responded immediately, items in her hands. She recognized both. They were the Ben-Wa balls and nipple clamps from her basket. The chains connecting the clamps were different, longer, almost three feet or so. The others may have had a ten-inch gap between clamps.

  After seeing the instruments of her torture, Makenzie knew she couldn’t take anymore. Her nerves were bad. Unable to handle anymore stimuli, she gritted her teeth, in suspense as to what would play on the radio next. Everything around her was a stimulus. The air whipped against her skin through the window. The car engine purred, the vibrations stroking her clit when she wasn’t. The seat was sticky with her juices, and she had a suspicion the leather was ruined. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered at all. The only focus her body had was pleasure. Charyn didn’t help matters any. He just looked at her. He gave more attention to her exposed nipples than the road. She didn’t even care if he crashed the beautiful specimen of a muscle car. She just needed to come so badly her teeth gritted and she swore to herself that she could make it, just another half hour. But when they hit the bridge into town, he used his secret weapon.

  He stopped at the light. Since he was in the right lane, only pedestrians could see her. There were a few, but most didn’t even look askance at her nudity. Of the few that saw her, two made her skin crawl, and she never wanted to meet either in a dark alley. Charyn gave his next command before the light changed.

  “Take the balls and push them inside yourself.” She complied, and the car leapt forward, shoving them all the way inside her.

  “Now pinch those pretty chocolate nipples for me. When they are hard, slip on those clamps for me.”

  She tried, but she didn’t understand the mechanisms. Seeing her confusion, he simply pinched the padded teeth open and let go. Her back arched. She was on fire, and not in a good way either. She didn’t see how any woman could enjoy that. But Charyn didn’t seem alarmed. He just took the long length of chain in hand. Her chains tugged each time he shifted gears, and in the heart of town many stops and starts had her nipples throbbing. While at first the sensations were painful, the pain ebbed into ridiculous pleasure over time. She saw why a woman could subject herself to the physical degradation in this era. While her mind was distracted by the nipple clamps, her body was losing the fight. The Ben-Wa balls were insidious, working magic slowly. The vibrations from the eng
ine had her rocking back and forth as the movement affected the weighted balls. Mak wasn’t going to win this one. She knew it. She was fighting the good fight, but the chime she distantly heard from the Ben-Wa was ticking. The countdown measuring the moments until I explode.

  Chapter 13:

  All or Nothing

  Makenzie was catatonic, lost in the pain of denying herself. Her hands were red, with half moons dotting her palms, and her lips were raw and bruised from biting her lips. She was lifted from the low-laying seat and carried through the threshold. When Charyn stood her just inside the foyer, she swayed. He pulled her back in his arms, removing first one clamp, then the other. Mak cried out, the sound ringing, a cacophony. He spun her, facing her away from him only to cross his arms around her. Cupping one hand between her thighs, he asked, “Are you ready to come?”

  “Oh god yes…please.” Her response was breathless.

  He held her just a moment longer. Constricting the free arm against her belly, he pressed. The compression freed the objects, expelled them into the waiting hand. She groaned.

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  “Good girl.” Charyn couldn’t believe how good she was. She had held off, and now he would reward her valiant efforts. He stripped, right there behind her, unbuttoning the cream pinstripe shirt. Tossing it, he undid the jeans, dropping them to the floor unheeded. He stepped out of the mass at his feet, jeans and loafers.

  “Turn and face me.” Makenzie did as requested, looking him in the eye, head craned up. He pulled her flesh to flesh, their damp skin plastered together. Lifting her, Charyn brought her eye level, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did, and he rewarded her with a heated kiss to her pussy with his cock. Skimming her sugared walls, he filled her completely. She arched, wailing, pleading to let go and come.

  Charyn was throbbing and near stroking out from lack of blood in the brain, as all was in his angry, swollen cock, but ready to take her that one bit further.

  He gave her a challenge. “Do you think you can make it to bed?”

  Makenzie only responded with a shake of head, a negative.

  “If you do, I promise you’ll never regret it.”

  He watched her drop her head, face showing she hoped she could hold on. The stairs never seemed so insurmountable to him either. He took the brief series of steps to get them to the stairwell and banister, even as her body begged him to let go and fuck her like a mad man against the wall, but he wasn’t going to give in.

  As Charyn took the first stair, the trembling wreck in his arms shuddered. He knew if she gave in, he would, too. To distract her, he used a flat hand, spanking her once, then twice. He jogged two stairs, smacking twice. Each time she would jerk then fall still, biting his shoulder. The pattern continued to the landing, and Makenzie seized tight around him, preparing. They strode the few feet, panting. Gaining the bedroom, he took the last steps necessary to reach her last phase. Five.

  Moving to the edge of the bed, he stopped by the sidewall and sat down. Charyn pulled a silk tie from the nightstand, wrapping it closely to her wrists. He tied the silken bonds off in a large bow, making her a present to use for his pleasure. He leaned her back, taking the left leg from around him, and spun her to face the wall. Just earlier in the week blank, the wall now featured full-length mirrors paneling the expanse.

  He saw the look in her eyes and knew she saw herself, disheveled and in sensual distress. His cock was so engorged, Charyn knew his lover could feel every vein landscaping him, and she was only holding back her orgasm by a fine thread.

  He smiled at her in the mirror, wicked. “You know, Makenzie, this is a good look on you. Now I want you to see.”

  “See what, us together?”

  “Not just that, there’s more to us, and you know it. I want you to see the way I worship your body, my temple.” His lips cocked up smugly.

  She gasped as he flexed his knees, bouncing her, using the pop of hips to propel her forward. Makenzie went along with him, twisting her lower legs around his spread calves. He wrapped his arms around her, one crossing her chest, strapping her to him. The other leashed her across the belly, tight. His mouth attacked the shell of an ear, moist lips sucking. Exhaling, Charyn teased her nape, hair scattered. He looked at her and wanted, although he was already as far in her as he could get.

  But he needed more, and she was going to give it to him. He teased her nipples, featherlight brushes, and bade her to watch. He cupped the weight in a broad palm, measuring by feel. He bucked wildly, her bound hands flailing out of her control. Charyn saw her peer at him through the curtain of hair, eyes dark in the mirror. He was taking and she gave. She was helpless, wet and fisted around him, impaled, and he loved every iota of it.

  Charyn saw Makenzie wanted so badly to let go. “Come for me.” And just like that she did. She tossed her head backwards, and hair slapping him in the face accompanied her wailing cries. He was behind her, watching as she peaked and stared him in the eye.

  Charyn could feel her coming apart. He was there, too. Her clinging heat scalded him, forced him to take one arm from around her and smooth the hair from her face. Make her see herself, and him.

  “Look at us, Makenzie, how perfect we fit.” His tone was sultry.

  He could tell she saw it, too, when her skin flushed even redder.

  “I want you to come for me, just one more time.” Her expression made him smile through the lust firing his blood. He couldn’t stop digging inside her, she felt too good. Too delicious, and tighter than the single virgin he’d deflowered years ago as a teenager.

  She didn’t speak, just hissed back, long inhale whistling through her clenched teeth.

  “Just once more, feels so good, baby.” His cock dug in her deeper as he stroked every sensitive spot within her willing, wet pussy. Her legs clenched his tightly, and she bucked back harder. Back bowed, Makenzie called his name, the word begging him for a repeat. The second pass was so exquisite he felt the fine hairs covering her stand on end. There was no holding back from him then, and by the third stroke, she looked shocked to be coming again.

  Charyn had to let go of the pressure. His breath hissing, words cursing her. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, giving her his seed, eyes slits, nearly closed.

  “Fuck, Makenzie.” He rolled them over, Makenzie under him, and now they were face to face. Their breaths were choppy, chests heaving, and a glossy sheen covered their skin. He could only look at her, delicious curves, rich brown skin. He wanted to eat her within an inch of her life again.

  Charyn kissed her, a meeting of mouths, tasting tongues. Mak could only lie passively, hands still bound, trapped between them.

  Arching his back away from her, he pulled the captive extremities over his head. She beamed at him, showing every pearly tooth. He kissed the cheesy grin. His had to match hers. He untied her hands, and they napped, his grasp holding her tight. When they woke, night had fallen, and he heard Mak’s belly growl angrily at her backbone. Charyn took her downstairs, each still nude, skin salty and slick. They did a quick raid of the kitchen, scaring up a few different cheeses, a bottle of pinot noir, crackers, fruit, and leftover rotisserie chicken. He chased her upstairs, foodstuffs held close.

  Charyn and Makenzie lingered over their evening meal, slowly feeding each other, and chatter interspersed their playful banter. When their bellies were full, they attempted to catch grapes in their mouths, flung from across the bed. They stayed nude well into the evening and cavorted, the bedroom their personal Eden.

  Charyn, being the man he was, had to put his foot in his mouth. It started with a simple question.

  “Makenzie, why did you leave?”

  “I told you why, at Mom’s.”

  “I think there’s more than you told me.” He knew there was. For whatever reason he scared her, at least that much was clear.

  “What else does there need to be?”

  “I think you left because you don’t think you measure up to some standard that I am suppos
ed to have that doesn’t exist. You broke the mold, Makenzie, no other.”

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  Makenzie sputtered, infuriated he saw through her. She felt pathetic, and lashed out.

  “Of course it has to be all about you. Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe I don’t want you forever?” Makenzie knew she was being an ass, but he was just a smidge too narcissistic for her tastes.

  Charyn’s eyes went dark and narrow, and she knew she pushed him too far.

  “So it’s that, huh? Stop lying to yourself, even if you can’t be honest with me.”

  “You’re not the only thang smokin’, Charyn Moreland.” Her eyes narrowed.

  “You’re not going to run me away or manipulate me, Makenzie Christine. I’m a real man, not an imitation, and you can’t push me away. The first day we made love I told you that you weren’t going to walk away without trying to make us happen. I plan on us working well together. Do you really think you are the only one with emotions here? When you left…it hurt.”

  She snarled her nose up at him, lip curled. Goodness, he was too much for her. Truthfully, she felt something for him, a lot more than she wanted to admit.

  “Where’s Bill and Ted with my car?”

  “In the hotel, they fly out in the morning.” He grinned, continuing, “You won’t get away that easy. I’m getting my full pound of flesh this weekend.”

  “I just want my stuff, that’s all.” She knew that she was being bratty and childish, but she just wanted to distract him. After all the hedonism, she couldn’t look at him straight without her cheeks burning. She loved him, was getting to know him, and she liked it all too much. Liked him too much, and everything about him turned her on. Makenzie came to the hard conclusion that she was sprung after a handful of days. She was head over heels for a white man.

  “Run a bath for us, and I’ll throw the trash out.” Charyn kissed her and helped her stand up.