Claimed by Cipher (Grabbed Book 5)

by Lolita Lopez

  Now he was the one breathing faster. “Yes.”

  Her eyes flashed with excitement. Finally, she said, “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “You can show me what it feels like to have something in my bottom.”

  He hadn’t been expecting that at all. Worried he had pressured her, he hurriedly said, “Brook, you don’t have to—”

  “I want to,” she assured him. “But nothing big and scary. Please,” she added with in a small voice.

  “I wouldn’t dare,” he promised. Looking at the drawer, he picked up the slimmest, smallest plug that was only barely thicker than his middle finger. “What about this one?”

  She looked at it for a few seconds and nodded. “Okay.”

  With a raging hard-on tenting the front of his pants, he carried the toys she had selected to end of the counter where they would be within arm’s reach of the swing. He took a towel, a medical grade glove and some lubricant from another cabinet. With everything in place, he held out his hand. “Ready to play?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Oh, yes.” Her heart raced as she let Cipher tug her close. She surrendered as he wrapped his strong arms around her and captured her mouth in a punishing kiss. Even though some of the things in the playroom scared her, she trusted Cipher not to harm her. She trusted him to teach and lead her through this new and wonderful world of sensual delights.

  His tongue darted against hers, and she whimpered at the sudden invasion. Clinging to his shoulders, she happily wrapped her legs around his waist when he lifted her in his powerful arms. He made her feel so small and delicate—and protected. Earlier, faced with the very real threat of a gas attack, she hadn’t been nearly as afraid as she should have been. With Cipher at her side, she could face any threat.

  His hand reached up under her skirt, and he grasped the waistband of her panties. He jerked them down her hips, moving her away from his body just long enough to drag them free from her legs. He took hold of the side tie of the wrap dress and gave it one good tug. Just as quickly as he divested her of her underwear, he yanked away the dress.

  Naked, she giggled with excitement when he plopped her down on the swing. It swayed back and forth as he guided one ankle and then the next into the padded stirrups. She felt wickedly exposed with her legs splayed like this. He stared at her with such desire in her eyes that she shivered. He made her feel so beautiful.

  “If I do something that you don’t like or if something becomes uncomfortable, you have to tell me, Brook.” His callused palm ran along her leg and thigh, leaving a trail of gooseflesh. “This is about your enjoyment as much as it is mine.”

  “I know.”

  He reached over and grabbed the length of red silk. “I’m going to blindfold you first. Is that okay?”

  “Yes, sir.” She closed her eyes in anticipation of the cloth touching her face. He was careful as he tied the strip at the back of her head and managed not to snag any of her hair. He took her left hand and then the right, guiding them to the leather straps of the swing that functioned as handholds.

  “Do you want me to restrain your hands?”

  Excitement fluttered in her belly. “Yes.”

  Unable to see him, she felt more intensely aware of his body heat and scent. Under the fluffy sweetness of the bubble bath smell that clung to his skin was the natural scent she had come to recognize as his. He radiated heat as he secured one wrist and then the other with the built-in cuffs. She gave them experimental yanks, just hard enough to assure her that she couldn’t break free easily. Something about that realization made her sex throb.

  She liked being out of control. She liked being at his mercy. It was a heady truth to acknowledge, but there it was. When he had talked of owning every part of her, she had nearly swooned. The thought of being his completely—of letting him have the parts of her no other man had even seen—filled her with the greatest sense of rightness. She belonged here. She belonged with him—to him.

  She heard the soft clang of metal before she felt it gliding along her lower belly and up toward her chest. She swallowed nervously as Cipher swirled his finger around her nipples, drawing them into tight peaks. He brushed his fingers over the sensitive tips, and she curled her toes. In all her life, she had never experienced the kind of sensations he evoked. How many times had she bathed herself, cleaning her breasts and rubbing her hands over them, yet never feeling this wild ache that he had awoken?

  When his mouth touched her left breast, she cried out and bucked, sending the swing into motion. Cipher chuckled darkly against her skin and suckled her. He flicked his tongue over the peak just as he had her clitoris earlier, and it brought to mind all the things she desperately wanted to feel again. She wanted his mouth between her legs more than anything.

  Cipher pinched her nipple, not hard, and then she felt the firm bite of the clamp. She hissed in shock but held still, terrified to pull back and hurt herself. As if reading her mind, he soothingly petted her belly. “You’re okay. It’s not tight enough to cause damage.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied shakily.

  “Do you want me to remove it?”

  “No.” Yes? Maybe? “No.”

  His mouth was suddenly on her other breast. He did the same thing with that nipple as he had the first, using his tongue to tauten and tease it before squeezing it with the clamp. The same little bite made her gasp, but she didn’t feel pain. There was a steady throb in time with her elevated heartbeat that seemed strangely reassuring.

  “The chains attach to your collar,” he explained, taking hold of the white bridal strap around her neck. He fixed the chains of the clamps to the small metal ring that dangled from the front of the collar. “If you lift your head too far, you’ll feel a pull. Depending on where you are in your arousal state, that might feel good or not so good.”

  She gave her chin an experimental lift and experienced the tug on her nipples. It wasn’t painful exactly, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do for very long. Wondering how that sensation would change as Cipher brought her closer to a climax, she decided she would test it. But, for now, she was anchored in the feeling of his hands gliding along her sides and down her thighs.

  She heard something scrape against the floor—probably the low stool she had seen earlier—and then Cipher’s hands were on her inner thighs. His lips skimmed after his hands, tracing the same path. The ticklish kisses had her wiggling on the surprisingly comfortable swing. The rough stubble on his chin scratched over her skin, leaving a line that was sure to be red tomorrow. She found herself wanting that redness. She wanted to look at her legs tomorrow and see the evidence of what he had done to her. She wanted to wear his marks like a secret.

  “Your cunt smells so good,” he murmured before nuzzling between her legs.

  She whimpered at his dirty remark and was very glad for the blindfold that kept her from having to look him in the face as he said it. His fingers replaced his face, and he parted her folds with them, baring her to what she imagined was his intense gaze. Did he like looking at her down there?

  “I’ll never get tired of seeing your pussy like this. Wet and swollen and ready for me,” he said while tracing a finger along the center of her. “Are you sore?”

  “A little,” she admitted, her belly quaking as he dragged his finger around her entrance.

  “Poor baby,” he murmured. “Let’s see if I can make it better.”

  And then his tongue was on her.

  She cried out and rocked her hips. He laughed before diving in with such enthusiasm that her head started to spin. Splayed out in this position with her legs supported in the air amplified everything he did. In their bedroom, his tongue had felt incredible. Here, on the swing, it felt phenomenal.

  Cipher’s tongue mimicked the same motions as his cock had earlier, and for a brief moment, she thought she was legitimately going to die. She couldn’t breathe as his tongue thrust in and out of her. When he licked a long, slow stripe right to the top, she mo
aned and shuddered. He set a methodical pace, swirling and flicking in a rhythm that soon had her clutching at the straps near her bound wrists. His hands gripped her inner thighs, keeping them wide apart as he tortured her with this tongue.

  She felt the first fleeting shiver of joy and embraced it. She tensed her thighs and curled her toes, pressing herself to his mouth. His tongue moved faster now, flicking with broad strokes that made her gasp and groan. He hummed against her flesh and tugged the connected chains of the nipple clamps. With a shocked cry, she came hard and fast. “Sir!”

  He groaned happily and kept lapping at her, his fingers digging into her thigh as he held her in place. The hand that had been tugging at the chain stroked down her belly and between her legs. The final waves of her climax began to slow, and she dropped her head back against the swing’s support, not caring at all that the motion caused a slight pinch on her overly sensitive nipples. Cipher was right. It felt good.

  Two of his fingers swiped along her labia and then slowly eased inside her soaking channel. The soreness from earlier had been lessened by the attention of his tongue and the euphoria of her climax. She relaxed into the invasion, keeping her eyes closed behind the blindfold and letting herself sink into the sensations. He moved his fingers in and out of her at a languid pace. The feeling was incredible, and she wondered why she hadn’t thought to touch herself like this all those lonely nights in the cabin.

  It wouldn’t have been close to this.

  Cipher’s sure hands knew exactly how and where to touch her. They were confident and skilled—but why was he pulling away from her now?

  “Sir?” Her voice was little more than a high-pitched whine as she lifted her hips and blindly searched for him.

  “Patience, baby girl.”

  She strained to hear what he was doing, but he was so quiet that she barely detected anything. When he returned to her, she felt the heat of him before his hands returned to her body. One hand was bare and the other was covered in the glove he had set out earlier. She heard a small snick noise. The bottle of lubricant?

  Her guess was confirmed when, seconds later, she felt the cold gel coating his fingers as they probed her down there. Having him touch her bottom was a revelation. At first, it felt wrong to have his fingertips swirling over such a secret place, but as his fingers moved with more pressure, it began to feel...interesting.

  “Is this okay?”

  “Yes,” she answered breathlessly. “It’s more than okay.”

  He laughed softly before pressing a finger into her. “How about this?”

  She sucked in a shocked breath at the sensation of being breached. “Yes, sir. Good, sir.”

  “And how about this?” He shocked her by putting his mouth back on her clit while working that finger in and out of her bottom.

  She reeled at the sudden and overwhelming sensations. His tongue fluttered over her clitoris while his finger thrust into her. There were nerve-endings she hadn’t even known existed until that moment. Strangely, she felt unbearably empty in her pussy and found herself craving more from him.

  “Still good, baby?”

  “Yes, sir,” she all but moaned. “So good, sir.”

  “Do you want to come with my tongue on your cunt and my finger in your ass?”

  Her entire body flushed with embarrassment at his question, but she couldn’t deny him an answer. “Yes. Please,” she added in a whine. “Please, sir. Make me come.”

  “You keep asking me nicely like that and I’ll give you whatever you want,” he promised before returning his mouth to her pussy. He dragged her clit between his lips, sucking it before flicking his tongue around it. She cried out and pumped her hips, causing the swing to sway back and forth in the most relaxing way.

  She was so excited she could feel the wetness dripping out of her. In the back of her mind, she wondered for a moment if Cipher found that unpleasant, but the sounds he made as he licked her convinced her otherwise. He liked the way she tasted. He liked how wet she was and how she responded to him. He liked using his mouth to give her pleasure.

  The fingers of his other hand moved in the slick heat of her entrance. Before she could react, he thrust two thick fingers into her pussy. Impaled on fingers in both of her most secret spots, she shouted his name and threw back her head, tugging on the nipple clamps and overwhelming her body with ecstasy. In and out, his fingers thrust into her while his tongue pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

  There was no use in trying to hold it off or delay the wonderful explosion. When his fingers curved inside her, she saw stars. She screamed his name as wave after wave of sheer bliss rolled through her body. “Cipher! Sir! Oh! Please. Please. Please. Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t. He kept right on, thrusting and licking until she sagged against the swing and shuddered with aftershocks. The fingers that had been in her bottom were replaced with slim plug she had chosen earlier. It felt different inside her, not as firm as his fingers or as wide and also cooler. He tugged the plug in and out of her bottom, working it shallow and then deep until she was whimpering.

  The blindfold was suddenly yanked free and tossed aside along with the glove he had been wearing. In a few quick movements, he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and shoved down his boxer briefs. Her lusty gaze fell on his big cock. The tip was ruddy and leaking shiny fluid. She wanted to reach for him, to touch and stroke him, but her hands were still restrained overhead. Instead, she used her feet to pull him in closer.

  “If it’s too much, I can take out the plug,” he offered as he dragged the head of his cock between her slick labia.

  She didn’t care if it was too much. She wanted it. All of it. With him. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  He gave her exactly what she wanted. He gripped her hips and slid into her on one slow thrust. They both groaned, and she let her legs fall farther apart, glad for the ankle stirrups. Without having to support his own weight, Cipher seemed to have more range of motion. He alternated fast snaps of his hips with more deliberate and deep movements. One of his hands moved to the chains between her breasts, and he gave it a tug, drawing the chains taut and letting the clamps pull on her hard nipples.

  When he started to take her faster and harder, his gaze moved to her face. He seemed to be watching her intently for any signs of pain or discomfort. It was so very strange to be filled in both places, and it seemed to amplify the slide of his cock in and out of her. Wanting him to let go, to use her for his pleasure, she said, “Don’t hold back, sir.”

  “Fuck,” he swore and changed his tactic. He stopped holding back, just as she had asked, and began to use the swing to his advantage. His incredible physique gave him the stamina he needed to really work the swing, holding onto the suspension straps and using them to rock her back and forth on his cock. She felt him so deeply inside, and the pressure on her clamped nipples seemed to translate straight to her clit.

  Licking his thumb, he placed it against her nub. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Maybe he didn’t know either. Maybe he was trying to find her limit. Only, there was no limit today. She wanted it all.

  He tugged on the nipple chain again and rolled her clit between his fingers. That was all it took. She locked eyes with him and surrendered to the rapturous bursts that exploded in her belly. He growled like a damn bear and started to snap his hips, thrusting and thrusting until he slammed deep and groaned. Like before, she could feel him pulsing and twitching inside her. She could feel the bloom of heat from his seed filling her.

  Teetering on his feet, he slumped forward, his face against her collar bone. He blew out a noisy breath and then kissed her neck. “You’re amazing, Brook.”

  “Me? You!” Giggling, she tried to hold him in place with her thighs. “I’m tingling. All over. It’s like that feeling you get when you jump off a cliff into deep water.”

  He smiled and nuzzled into her. His mouth sought hers, and they shared a few wonderfully sweet kisses. Carefully, he unl
atched her wrists and rubbed each one before pressing his lips to them. The clamps were removed next, and she hissed at the sudden rush of blood back into the compressed surfaces. He eased the discomfort with his mouth, gently laving until she mewled like a kitten. He discreetly removed the plug, wrapping it in a towel he retrieved from a drawer.

  When he helped her out of the swing, she leaned heavily into him. He returned everything to its correct place and tidied up the space before sweeping her up into his arms and bridal carrying her to the bathroom. He gave her some privacy and then made her laugh when she stepped out and he picked her up again, carrying her to bed and tucking her in to wait for him.

  After he finished using the bathroom, he slid in next to her. She happily wiggled closer when he opened his arms, and she rested her head on his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe and relax her. Just before she fell asleep, she whispered, “I’m so glad you came for me and brought me home with you.”

  “I’m glad you let me keep you.”

  Her eyes heavy, she stroked his chest. “Whatever happens, Cipher, I’ll be right beside you.”

  “And I’ll be right beside you,” he promised. The last thing she remembered was the gentle feel of his lips brushing across her forehead as he whispered, “I’ll keep you safe.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Is it always this busy?”

  Cipher looked up from his tablet as they waited on the Departures deck for their transport ship to the Mercy. A constant stream of soldiers and airmen along with wives and even small children moved along the wide corridor. “Yes.”

  Although she enjoyed people watching, she was more interested in what he was designing on his tablet. He used his stylus to drag circuitry blueprints around the screen. “Is this one of your freelance projects?”

  He nodded. “Civilian use.”

  Over the last five days, he had shared so much of his work with her. Anything that wasn’t classified was fair game. He had also started teaching her how to code. She was a novice and made lots of mistakes, but he was so patient and encouraging. “Maybe someday we can build something together.”