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by Evelyn Adams


  With deliberate slowness he took off his cufflinks and stripped off his shirt, exposing inch after glorious inch of his chest. She bit her bottom lip to keep from reacting, and when he saw her, the cocky grin was back. He was so sure of himself. How could anyone be so sure of themselves? Turning his back to her, he walked to a high chest of drawers in the corner, too narrow to be practical for clothes. He slid open the drawers, rifling through them until he found what he wanted. When he turned back to her holding his treasures, her mouth went dry, wanting him warring with her nerves.

  He set a small clear cellophane package holding what looked like some kind of chain on the nightstand before setting another package holding what she recognized as a butt plug next to it. But it was the package with the small relatively innocent looking red ball and black straps in it that had her sucking in her breath and rethinking her position. She was pretty sure it was a ball gag, and she was equally sure she didn’t want to have anything to do with it.

  Her eyes had to be wide enough to make her look like an owl, but he didn’t offer her any tender reassurances. He stalked towards her, grinning like he was the master of the universe. What the hell had she gotten herself into? She swallowed. Hard.

  It was Luke; she thought, trying to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest. He’d never done anything to hurt her, and she knew without a doubt that he never would. Not physically anyway. Her heart was an entirely different matter, but even there he’d been honest with her. He hadn’t made her promises he didn’t intend to keep. And if she was being honest with herself, she was curious. She wanted to know what it was like to give control to a man strong enough to take it.

  Standing beside the bed, he bent over her bound body and cupped her head with his hands, sinking his fingers into her hair. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her, teasing her lips apart and tasting her like she was everything he needed. She opened for him, arching and offering herself to him as he licked and teased. Her skin flushed and her body softened, the feeling of his mouth on hers enough to make her desperate for him.

  Dragging his teeth over her bottom lip, he broke the kiss. His dark glassy eyes and the outline of his thick hard cock in his slacks let her know he wasn’t immune to what they were doing, but there was no doubt who had the upper hand.

  “Now,” he said, licking across her bottom lip before straightening. “Let’s see how many times we can make you come.”

  HE COULD DO this. Fuck, he was going to love doing this. He didn’t have to let things get twisted up in emotions which would hurt them both. Having Claire writhing in pleasure under his hands and mouth didn’t need to have anything to do with love. It was enough that he respected her and wanted to make her feel good. They were both consenting adults. They didn’t need anything more. And if a small part of him insisted on calling him a liar, well he’d just stomp that part quiet. He didn’t get to be who he was by letting his emotions rule him. He was the king of control, and he intended to control every bit of giving Claire more pleasure than she could handle and taking as much for himself as he wanted.

  He looked down at her bound open for him, her sweet cunt already wet and ready. Just for him. She looked nervous and eager, emotions he could use to hold her on the edge of extraordinary pleasure. He had let things get out of control between them, playing house instead of playing her body like the beautiful instrument it was. It was time to change that.

  Wearing just his black slacks, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. Holding his body over hers, he leaned in to brush a kiss over her lips, but he pulled back when he felt her lean toward him. He wanted to wear her out with screaming orgasms not tender kisses. He sat back on his heels, turning his attention to her lace covered breasts.

  She was so fucking hot with the black silk and lace covering her pale creamy skin. Her auburn hair fell in a sexy wave over her shoulders where it had tumbled from the pins. He traced the top of her bra, letting his finger dip under the lace edge to skim her nipples. Waiting until her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted in pleasure, he flipped the front catch open. She arched, pressing herself toward his hands and the silk slid away, baring her to his hungry gaze.

  “Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart,” he said before bending over and suckling one of her rosy nipples.

  Using his lips and tongue he pulled hard, drawing the tight peak deep into his mouth, sucking until she cried out. He released her nipple, watching as the straining tip pebbled in the cool air. Grabbing the small package from the nightstand, he opened the cellophane envelope and dropped the small clips connected with delicate chains into his palm.

  “Hold very still,” he commanded and smiled when she froze in place.

  He loved how responsive she was and loved even more that he was in control of her reactions. Holding the small bobby pin shaped clip in one hand, he pinched her nipple with the other, smiling when she let out a squeak.

  “Eyes closed and stay still.” He positioned the rubber coated prongs on either side of the tight peak and slid the band closer to the tip, snugging the clip around her nipple. He tightened until the clip held the sensitive flesh fast, and she sucked in her breath in a way that let him know she was riding the fine line between pleasure and pain.

  He ran his tongue over the bound tip, flicking it back and forth until her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she was arching her back, pressing herself closer to his mouth.

  “What is it?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

  “It’s a nipple clamp, and it looks fucking amazing on you.” He gave the clip a gentle tug and she whimpered. “Now I’m going to put the other one on and then I have one for your clit.”

  She inhaled, her nostrils flaring, and he knew from her reaction that when he touched her he’d find her wet and ready for him. He sucked her other nipple to a stretched peak and repeated the process with the other clip. When he had her bound, he gave the chain connecting the clips a pull which had her back bowing and the breath catching in her throat.

  “It’s so much,” she whimpered. “Fuck, it’s too much.”

  “Easy, sweetheart,” he said, trailing his fingertips down the front of her body. “Look at me.”

  Claire’s eyelids fluttered open and her gaze met his for a few seconds before she looked down at her body to the clips binding her tender flesh. Her eyes went wide and he could practically see the pulse beating in her throat.

  “You trust me, right?” She gave him at tentative nod and he stroked the insides of her thighs with the backs of his fingers. “Good girl. Just a few more minutes. They’ll feel amazing when they come off. I promise.”

  He waited for her to nod before he slid down, positioning himself with his face hovering over her sex. Slipping his hands underneath her ass, he propped himself up on his elbows as he angled her pussy toward his mouth. He looked up her body past the hot as hell image of her bound nipples linked with the delicate chain to meet her gaze. Her green eyes were dark with hunger and her pale skin flushed a rosy pink.

  Keeping his gaze on hers, he bit her mound, hard enough to mark her, but not hard enough to hurt. She gasped and closed her eyes, straining against her bonds. Using his thumbs he spread her open for his teeth and tongue. He licked from her opening to her clit, sliding up one side and then the other, being careful not to touch her clit. She was so wet; she was practically gushing and he could feel how swollen and hungry her pussy was under the flat of his tongue.

  He made a few more passes, dipping lower each time until her legs were quivering with the strain of being bound and the frustration of not having his mouth on her clit.

  “Please. I need,” she started, unable to finish when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, drawing hard on the sensitive bundle. She cried out, and her back bowed, moving the chain and clips and setting off another stream of whimpers. Suckling rhythmically, he worked her clit the way he liked to have his cock sucked. By the time she started keening, pleading sounds but no words falling
from her lips, he could feel how close she was.

  He pulled away, watching as her clit strained toward him wet from his mouth and her arousal. Picking up the last clip, he snugged it on her swollen clit.

  “Fuck, Luke,” she whimpered, and his already rock hard cock throbbed. “Need you. It’s too much. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  As much as he wanted her, he wasn’t ready to be inside her. There was so much more he wanted to do to her. He slid two fingers inside her, keeping his gaze locked on her face so he could gauge her reaction. He curled his fingers and stroked, making gentle arcs in her swollen channel as his other hand tugged on the clip holding her clit. Her back arched and fine tremors shook her body as he drove her closer to her climax. When he felt her sex clench around his fingers, he pulled out and slipped the bobby pin shaped clip off her sex.

  She cried out on a gasp. He knew the blood was rushing back and for the first few seconds it would hurt. He also knew the sensation coupled with his mouth on her clit would send her over the edge, screaming with pleasure. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, pinning her hips with his hands as her body bucked underneath him.

  THE ORGASM RIPPED through her body rolling over her in waves of pleasure until she was sure she couldn’t take another moment. Luke kept going, sucking her swollen clit until the pleasure started to build again. Her breasts felt hot and achy and she could hardly stand the clips on her nipples. She felt them every time she moved. As soon as she could catch her breath, she pleaded, desperate to have the clips off and scared to death of what it would feel like.

  “Please,” she begged. “I can’t take anymore. Please God, Luke, take them off.”

  He murmured his agreement against her clit and the vibrations set off another wave of pleasure deep in her sex. Finally relenting and lifting his head, he climbed up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips. She tasted the slight tang of her arousal on his lips.

  “You taste so fucking good,” he said teasing her lips with his tongue. “So fucking good.”

  “Please,” she said with a whimper. “God, they ache. Please take them off.”

  “Hold on, baby. This is going to hurt a little bit.” He grabbed hold of the clip and her entire focus narrowed to the tip of her nipple. The ache was too intense. Too much. He loosened the clip and she screamed as the blood rushed back into her nipple. But before she could decide if it really hurt, his mouth was on her, sucking and soothing the tortured peak, drawing out every bit of pleasure. She hadn’t known she could feel so much, hadn’t known she wanted to.

  As gently as he could, he removed the other clip but it didn’t matter, he could have blown across her nipple and the sensation would have been too much. The blood rushed back, and she cried out at the pleasure pain of it, gasping for breath. Her entire world, every bit of her attention narrowed to focus on her nipple and the invisible link Luke had forged between the sensitive peak and her clit.

  He suckled her, pulling on her nipple with rhythmic tugs, and in seconds she was coming again, just from the intense pleasure of having his mouth on her breast.

  “Luke, God, Luke,” she moaned as the climax rolled over her, bowing her back, stealing her breath and taking her to a place she’d never been before.

  She gasped, desperate to catch her breath, but Luke wasn’t ready to relent. With his lips still around her nipple, he let his head rest on her chest while he looked up at her. As soon as her gaze met his, he slid his fingers through her aching sex and she clutched at the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her body.

  She didn’t know how much more she could take and Luke didn’t look like he had any plans to stop. Flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, he sat up and she thought he was finally going to fuck her. He obviously had other ideas. He reached for the nightstand and her heart jumped to her throat. She couldn’t stand the idea of the ball gag. She knew without a doubt that she didn’t want to have anything to do with that. Debating what to say and when, she watched, her body flooding with relief and then wariness when he picked up the package holding the butt plug.

  “I want to touch you, too,” she said. He’d given her wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, but she wanted the shared intimacy of giving some of it back to him. “Can you untie me?”

  “Does it hurt?” Luke asked looking at her carefully. “Are the bindings too tight? Be honest.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment trying to separate how her body felt from wanting to wrap her arms around him. It didn’t hurt. The bindings were tight but not painful. Everything he’d done to her had ultimately ended with pleasure. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “But I...”

  “Not yet,” he interrupted. “I need you to come at least one more time first.”

  She didn’t know how she was supposed to do that. She didn’t know if she could. Her senses were completely overwhelmed. Every nerve in her body was alive and awake.

  “Come on, sweetheart. One more time or I’ll have to get the Hitachi.”

  She sucked in a breath, determined to do whatever she had to to avoid the vibrating wand. Her clit was already so sensitive; she couldn’t imagine how she could possibly deal with that. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything, but she nodded and his answering smile was enough to start the heat again, curling low in her belly.

  Kneeling between her legs, he unwrapped the plug and ran it along her slick sex. He didn’t need any extra lube; she was drenched from his mouth and her arousal. He dipped the tip into her opening, teasing her aching flesh until she was gasping for breath. With deliberate slowness he slid the plug further back until the slick tip rested against the tight ring of her ass. With one hand he pressed until the slender plug breached her opening. The fingers of his other hand slid gently over her tender clit while he worked the plug into her ass, moving forward a bit before backing up and starting again.

  Fuck, it was so much. Every time he pressed forward the plug slipped in deeper, filling her and stretching her until she ached for release. His finger stroked her clit, keeping her on edge, but each time she felt her body start to tighten in anticipation of another climax, he backed off.

  “Deep breath, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes wicked and dark as he made shallow movements with the plug in her ass.

  Keeping her gaze locked on his, she sucked in a shaky breath as he pushed the plug in, snugging the flange between her spread cheeks. The pinch and sting as the widest part breached her body was nothing compared to the overwhelming fullness she felt when it was seated deep inside her. He grinned at her, the twist of his lips promising her so much more pleasure than her body could handle.

  Holding the base of the plug with one hand, he twisted his wrist, keeping every one of her nerves on high alert. He caught her clit between the fingers of his other hand, tugging rhythmically until she was gasping, panting and begging for release. Her head thrashed from side to side and she clutched at the sheets desperate for something to anchor herself so she didn’t dissolve in the overwhelming pleasure of what he was doing to her body.

  “Let go, Claire,” he said, giving her clit a sharp tug. “I won’t let you fall. Give me everything you have. I want it all. Come for me.”

  As if she’d been waiting for his reassurance, her body exploded, the orgasm rocketing through her. She screamed herself hoarse with the pleasure of it, gasping to catch her breath as her muscles spasmed around the plug. The overwhelming fullness sent ripples through her sex, and she shook and trembled out of control and completely at Luke’s mercy.

  As the last waves of her climax rolled through her, he stilled his hands. When she was able to breathe again, he tipped her chin toward him, and she forced her eyes to open.

  “Now, sweet girl, now I’m going to fuck you.”

  CLAIRE BLEW HIS MIND WITH her response to his touch. Her complete trust and willingness made him determined to coax every bit of pleasure he could from her sweet body. He knew he’d pushed her, but he also knew there was so much more he could give her. And
he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. His cock throbbed, painfully hard and the only thing that had kept him from going off was giving his complete focus to her pleasure.

  Watching her fly apart as the orgasms took her, fuck, it was the best aphrodisiac in the world.

  She lay limp and spent, bound open so he could see the plug wedged in her ass. Her nipples were red and stretched to tight peaks and her pussy glistened wet from his mouth and her slick heat. She looked at him with such faith and trust shining from her heavy lidded green eyes; his chest tightened making it hard to breathe.

  Fuck. He’d taken control of her body and soul. He’d drawn every bit of pleasure from her body and forced orgasm after orgasm from her. He’d left her exhausted and wrung out and she still owned him. She still had the power to make him feel. The honest emotion – fuck who was he kidding – the love in her eyes slayed him.

  He backed off the bed, yanking opening his zipper and shedding his slacks and boxer briefs in one quick motion. Fisting his hand around his throbbing cock, he gave it a couple of rough strokes, fighting to hold in the groan of pure need which threatened to escape from his lips. But he knew he couldn’t get there himself. He needed Claire.

  Climbing back onto the bed his cock a long hard length in front of him, he knelt beside her head. He cupped her face with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. When she looked at him and licked her lips he felt a bead of pre-cum weep from the aching tip.

  “Let me,” she said, her lips parting on a sigh.

  He pressed the head of his cock to her sweet mouth, and she sucked him in hungrily. She worked her mouth up and down his length, and he felt the pull of her mouth in his balls as they tightened against his body. He could see her straining to take him in, to lift her head enough to suck him deep into her throat, and he knew if he let her set the pace he’d never last.

 

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