by EM BROWN
So this was the torment he had in mind. Flogging and orgasm denial.
“Is my safety word still the same?” she inquired.
“Good you asked. It’s not. Your safety word is telling me what I want to know about De Reyes and Chang.”
“What?! That’s got to be against the rules.”
“You have an out. That’s all I need to provide.”
“But your ‘out’ is extortion!”
“Guess that makes me an asshole,” he replied, landing the flogger against her thighs.
She yelped, then gave a frustrated cry. She tried to free herself but could only kick at air.
Why did you trust the guy? Why didn’t you run the hell away when you had the chance?
She narrowed her eyes. “Not only is it extortion, it’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair, pet.”
“And it’s playing low. Is this how you conduct your business, too? Ugh. Ow!”
He had struck her twice on the ass. Hard.
The vibrations surged again.
“Arm-twisting and coercion,” she continued. “Getting what you want without caring what happens to others. You know, stuff like that gives rich people a bad name.”
He paused. “For the record, I rarely employ coercion and arm-twisting as business strategies. There are plenty of businessmen who have succeeded through bullying, but my father built his success on creating win-win situations for all parties.”
He ran a hand gently over the arch of her ass, as if admiring it. “See, if you tell me what you know, you get to have some bloody fine orgasms. Win-win.”
“But how is torment a win for me?” she seethed, trying to ignore the fact that his thumb now rubbed her clit, causing a delicious agitation to ripple through her.
Retracting his thumb, he sucked it, tasting her. “I can see how you got into Stanford.”
Her anger, fueled by helplessness and fear, flared at his patronization. “Fuck you.”
His brows went up, and she immediately regretted her words. She rarely used those two words together. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had told anyone to fuck off. Not even the time she and her friend Jasmine had been falsely accused of shoplifting by a store employee who’d said that the missing necklace “had to have been taken by those women.” Turned out another employee had put the necklace on a mannequin.
“Let’s see what your education is worth,” Ben said. “Is it very smart of you to defy me?”
She sighed. “I don’t know anything!”
“Problem is, I don’t believe you. And the longer you hold out, the more significant your information must be. I’d say whatever it is you know must be pretty juicy. Were De Reyes and Chang lovers?”
“How the hell would I know?”
“You tell me.”
She let out a frustrated growl, then cried out when he snapped the flogger against her rear.
“Is this what you want on your conscience?” she tried. “The torture of an innocent victim?”
“You’re not innocent, pet.”
The flogger fell several more times, followed by an increase in vibration. She shivered at the beautiful ripples resounding off her pussy walls.
“And ‘victim’ is a loaded word. You’re only a victim if you suffer something you don’t want.”
She couldn’t believe this guy. “You’re saying I want this?”
“You haven’t used your out yet, so I assume you prefer the flogging.”
At that, he flogged her breasts, making her gasp at how near the leather straps landed to her nipples. That was one place she did not want to get hit.
“Preferring something doesn’t mean I want it. I would prefer to have a root canal over getting my fingers cut off, but who the hell wants a root canal?”
“You can argue your case all you want; I bet you’d make a great lawyer. It doesn’t change your options.”
The vibrations grew to their highest level yet, melting the tension inside her and boiling it all at the same time.
Think! You’re supposed to be thinking of a way out!
Maybe she could make up something about Carlos and Dawson. Their being lovers or ex-lovers was a good explanation. But she couldn’t bring herself to spread a rumor like that. And what if Ben found out it wasn’t true? She did not want to face the repercussions of that. Was there something more innocuous that she could tell him?
The sting of the flogger erased all thought from her mind. Once again, it was followed by a surge of vibration, liquefying her insides and making her a molten mess from which a climax began to rise.
The vibrations stopped.
No!
She cried out as Ben resumed whipping her. She tried to angle her body away from the blows, but sometimes she only made it worse. When he stopped flogging, her body was on edge for the reward of vibration to follow.
It didn’t this time. Her arousal screamed with the frustration of a child used to getting what she wanted but being told “no” for the first time. Where were the vibrations? She might come this time.
Jesus, help me.
“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she murmured. “You’re not like Jake. If what you said about the way you do business is true, then you know how to play fair. You’re a good guy.”
“Nice try, pet. You don’t get to accuse me of playing low then try to flatter me. That good-cop-bad-cop strategy doesn’t work when there’s only one of you.”
The flogger struck her legs, her ass, her tits. This time the flogger grazed her nipple. She screamed out. The vibrations returned, in unison with the blows. Now she didn’t know whether to dread or welcome the flogger. After several more hits, he paused but allowed the vibrations to continue. Her body was warm all over, her pussy grasping onto the egg as if her life depended upon it, anxious for the orgasm that would wash away the tension before the flogger fell once more.
So close...so close...
Her head fell back in defeat when the vibrations ceased. She hung her head, tired from the roller coaster of pleasure and pain.
“Ready to use your out?” he inquired.
“I don’t have anything to tell you,” she moaned.
“I don’t believe you.”
She looked at him, bewildered. “Then I’m screwed. I’m fucked.”
He stared intently into her eyes. “Yeah, babe, you are.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she didn’t have any secret about De Reyes and Chang to reveal.
No. Ben trusted his instincts. She had hesitated once too often for him to believe she was completely innocent.
Knowing her arms would be sore, he said, “Let’s try something different for fun.”
Flipping one of the switches on the wall, he brought her back down to the floor.
“How can I prove to you I don’t have anything on Carlos and Dawson?” she asked as he unhooked her wrists and undid the shirt binding them.
“You can’t if it’s not the truth,” he said gravely before dragging her over to the wooden table.
“Our week together is just supposed to be about sex. I didn’t sign up for anything else—especially extortion!”
He tossed her onto the table and held her down by the throat. “You sure you want to go down that path, pet?”
He wanted to point out that she had started it all with her phone calls to Sam, but he didn’t want to scare her too much. She might shut down and call an end to their week. What would he do if she did?
He didn’t want to let her go. For a variety of reasons. But he couldn’t falsely imprison her. That would be a felony in California and could impact the family far worse than any scandal over a sex auction.
She tried to pull him off her. A fruitless endeavor. And even slightly entertaining. As fit and strong as she was, she had no chance against his strength, fueled by both ardor and anger.
A pair of scarlet leather cuffs dangled from one edge of the table. He grabbed them and fit one over her wr
ist. He had to let go of her throat to secure the cuff. She tried to scramble away, kicking him in the stomach, but he shoved her back down onto the table. He surprised her with his roughness, and he took her moment of pause to cuff her other wrist. But she wasn’t done struggling and almost kneed him in the groin.
He pinched a nipple and twisted it hard. Her brow furrowed in pain, and her mouth fell open.
“Behave yourself,” he warned. Seeing that defiance still shone in her eyes, he added, “You want to do this the hard way? I’m happy to play hard, pet.”
She frowned but made no further movement. He pushed himself off the table. All her writhing beneath him had caused his blood to boil. God, he wanted to fuck her so badly.
After getting two cords of rope, he bound each of her legs to a leg of the table before stepping back to survey the length of her beautiful body stretched over the surface. Apparently she had come to her senses, for she hadn’t fought him this time. As a reward, he turned the vibrating egg back on. He retrieved a set of sheer black nipple cups, a bag of clothespins and string.
“Where are those going?” she asked.
He caressed her side, from her breast to her hip. “If you don’t want to give up the information I want right away, I’m okay with that. There’s nothing on my schedule but you, pet.”
“Why are you so damn convinced I know anything?”
He debated telling her what he knew, what he had seen and heard, but he didn’t want to show his hand just yet. There was time.
His hand went lower, past her hip to her thigh. She had such baby-soft skin. Perfectly smooth. Perfectly unblemished. Despite the flogging it had received. She was a canvas waiting to be painted upon.
“You tell me,” he said.
She rolled her eyes at his non-answer, then gasped when he cupped her mound, grazing his digits over her folds.
“Oh, oh!” she huffed, grimacing when he dragged a finger along her clit.
“Better turn this off,” he said of the egg. “Don’t want you coming.”
She groaned when the vibrations stopped. He watched the heaving of her chest before taking up the nipple cups. He lubricated the rims of the cups to create better suction. Squeezing one, he placed it over a nipple and gently released it.
The cup pulled her nipple and part of the areola inside. Her brow furrowed. He tugged on the cup to test it would stay, then applied the second one to her other nipple. He had chosen larger cups, which created more suction.
Next came the zipper of clothespins. He pinched the side of her breast and affixed a clothespin over the string.
“Ow,” she murmured, her breathing shallow.
By the time he was done, he had attached half a dozen clothespins from her breast to her rib. He did the same to her other side. Stepping back, he admired his handiwork.
She looked gorgeous.
Not able to hold out, he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. He grabbed his cock and pulled hard. He rubbed the pre-cum over the crown, imagining her hot wetness coating his shaft. There would be no condom in the way this time.
He jerked himself to coming without ejaculating, then closed his eyes to let the euphoria settle back down. He opened his eyes to find her studying him. Stepping out of his pants, he took out the remote to the egg and grabbed a wand massager before standing at the end of the table. Turning it on, he ran it down the middle of her torso and over her belly. Her lashes fluttered.
“What kind of vibrator do you keep?” he asked.
“A Hitachi.”
“What setting do you use?”
He pulled the nipple cup fairly hard, but it remained securely attached to her tit.
“Medium, I guess. I start off low, though.”
He put the wand to her pussy. “Like that?”
She purred.
“That a good setting?”
She nodded.
“Ever go to the max?”
She shook her head.
“Ever have more than one vibrator going at once?”
Another shake of the head.
Taking up the remote, he turned on the egg. Her mouth fell open as her pussy received vibrations inside and out. It wasn’t going to take her long to come. Her back arched off the table. Soft wails and pants escaped her lips.
Before she went over the peak, however, he turned everything off, leaving her bereft and quaking with confusion. She shut her eyes in concentration, as if willing her body over the edge into orgasm. He slapped her to fix her attention back on him.
“De Reyes and Chang,” he said.
It took her a few seconds to comprehend what was going on.
“I don’t...” was all she said.
He turned the wand back on, but instead of returning it to her pussy, he broke the suction and removed one of the nipple cups and put the wand to her engorged nipple.
She shrieked when the wand came into contact with the overly sensitive bud. The chain to her cuffs rattled as she strained away from the vibrations. Holding her down, he pressed the wand to her nipple, which, he remembered, was sensitive to begin with. The suction of the nipple cup had magnified the sensitivity at least twofold, judging from her reaction.
“Ahhh!” she cried out.
“You know your out,” he replied.
Her body bucked, trying to shake off his hand.
“Mercy!”
“That’s not it.”
She glared at him, rightfully angry. He had never ignored a safety word before.
He removed the other nipple cup, turned the setting on the wand higher and ground it into her nipple.
She would have leaped out of her skin if she could.
“Fuck! Ahhh!” she sobbed.
He decided to give her some relief. He could be a sadistic son of a bitch, but he wasn’t a pure sadist. Turning the setting back down, he put the wand to her clit. Her harsh gasps soon turned to liquid moans. He kept the wand at her clit till pleasure washed away discomfort. The adrenalin would be coursing heavily through her, amplifying her arousal. His groin tightened. There was nothing sexier than a woman ready to come, wanting to come.
“Ohhhh,” she cooed as the wand worked its magic.
“It’s going to feel so good when you come,” he encouraged.
She moaned in agreement.
“That orgasm is waiting for you. It’s yours. All you have to do is give me the truth.”
She moaned in despair.
He took away the wand and turned it off. “You’re so close to coming, pet. I can see it in the way your body quivers.”
She took several shaky breaths before saying, “What happened to fucking me?”
Her response surprised him.
“Didn’t I ask—didn’t I beg for it?” she added.
He stared into her eyes. She meant it. And it was so fucking hot.
He didn’t mind the shy women, whose demure glances hinted that they wanted to be taken. But he liked his women bold. Unafraid to verbalize what they wanted. It was different from the culture he had grown up with.
And of course he wanted to fuck her. He could do nothing else but fuck her for the rest of the day. But he wasn’t done toying with her. What was a Dom to do?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
By his pause, Kimani guessed that he hadn’t expected her response. Most likely he expected her to give in. She wanted to give in. She wanted to come so badly—so, so badly. Her body had been dangling on the edge for so long. It deserved to let go and fall into the pool of carnal bliss.
“Fuck me,” she dared.
He blinked several times. He seemed to hesitate. She had never seen him unsure of himself.
“You sure you want that, pet?” he returned.
It was her turn to doubt. But she didn’t want to return to the nipple torture. And maybe, if he was buried inside her, he would want to stay until he orgasmed, and hopefully she would, too.
“Fuck me already,” she spat, before he changed his mind.
Setting aside the wand, he
yanked her as close to the edge of the table as the cuffs would allow. He took out the egg and rammed his cock in its place.
The force of it made her teeth chatter. Maybe she had spoken too soon.
The following thrusts were gentler, and she exalted in the sensation of being filled by him and nothing but him, flesh to flesh. He felt so good. So, so good. The only thing she could do without were the clothespins. They jiggled whenever he thrust into her, accentuating the pinch. But the rapture he coaxed held sway over any discomfort.
Until he tugged on the string.
He wasn’t going to pull the clothespins off, was he? Then again, the string was there for a reason.
“De Reyes and Chang,” he reminded her. “Or, Carlos and Dawson, as you seem to prefer.”
Shit. She had hoped he’d forgotten. What could she say? She had run out of ideas. Or her current state didn’t make it easy to access any ideas that could be had.
“If I had anything worth telling...” she began.
...I would. But it was getting harder to lie to him. He seemed to know when she was lying. Maybe she wasn’t a good liar.
She tried a different strategy. “I could be a good pet. A very good pet, Master.”
“Yeah?” he responded with interest.
“I could suck your cock whenever you wanted.”
He shoved harder into her.
Encouraged, she said, “Your cock is so tasty, I could suck it all day long, Master.”
“Anytime? Anywhere?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What else?”
“What else would Master want?”
“Your arse.”
She hesitated. It had been a while since she’d had anal sex. And her last boyfriend had had a long but more narrow cock.
“If that’s what Master wants.”
Leaning over her, he wound some of her braids into his fist. “Say it like you mean it.”
“You can have my ass.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please take my ass.”
“You can do better.”
“Please fuck my ass, Master.”
“Convince me.”
His other hand had slipped between their bodies. He fondled her clit with his thumb.