Author: Roni Loren
She followed his instructions and he tied a band of silk around her eyes, blocking out most of the light. Anxiety wound through her.
A hand brushed over her hair. “You have my word that I won’t turn out the lights.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, his reassurance easing her a bit.
He grasped her wrist, drew it down the side of the table, and slid something around it. The clink of metal echoed through the room as he locked the cuff to the leg of the table. She pulled back, testing the hold, but the cuff didn’t give at all. She could flex her wrists but that was it. He quickly followed with the same treatment on her other arm. A rush of nerves went through her.
“Jace, I think—”
Thwack! His hand landed on the back of her thigh, making her jolt. “Your job is not to think, pet. Your job is to feel. Trust that I know what you need.”
She swallowed her protest, the sting from the spanking sending a bolt of hallelujah straight between her legs. Whoa. She wasn’t a stranger to pain being linked to relief—her years of cutting had taught her that. But never had she considered it could be arousing.
His finger traced the area on her thigh he had spanked. “You know how fucking sexy you look with my handprint marking you? You look better than the art hanging in my store.”
Her hands flexed in the bindings, the words rolling over her like sensual fire. “Thank you, sir.”
His tongue replaced his finger as he drew it along the back of her leg, licking her burning skin. Her thighs pressed together as moisture, hot and slick, coated her sex. She had the urge to press against the table, provide some relief to her clit as it swelled to an aching mass. He locked a hand over her other leg to keep her from squirming. “You’re not allowed to stimulate yourself without my permission.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Oh, I bet you can.” His hand came down on her ass again and she moaned. “You like being spanked, pet?”
“I’m not sure.” It was a lie. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit how much it was turning her on. If he kept at it, she wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t come simply from that and the slight brush of the table’s padding against her clit.
His chuckle was low and dangerous. “So if I slid my hand between those beautiful legs of yours, I wouldn’t find that pussy wet and clenching for my cock?”
His crude words sent a hot shudder through her, and her inner muscles flexed as if punctuating the accusation. Her pulse seemed to relocate and settle directly behind her clit, her body going into full-out begging mode. Unable to fight off the need, she spread her thighs for him. “Why don’t you find out, sir?”
He made a tsking sound. “Such a smart mouth, sub. Need to teach you some manners.”
A metallic sound filled her ears and the lower end of the table collapsed beneath her. She gasped. His hands caught her legs before she could fall, and he lowered them until she was standing on the balls of her feet, her arches stretched. The part of the table still supporting her torso angled downward until she was prone in a bent-over position. Totally helpless.
“Spread your legs.” Jace nudged her feet apart with his foot. “You want me to find out how wet you are, then show me.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she followed his instruction, making herself as physically vulnerable as she’d ever been. He could do whatever he wanted to her in this position, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She squeezed her eyes shut as need railroaded through her. The loss of control shouldn’t excite her like this, but hell if she could stop her body from responding.
Jace ran his hand up her inner thigh and palmed her sex, gripping her like he owned it. Like her pussy had been created for him and he’d only leased it to her for a while. He rocked his hand against her, painting her delicate skin with her juices. “Mmm. So slick and hot for me already. Good girl.”
She whimpered. The pressure against her clit was maddening, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She moved her hips in time with the motion of his hand, chasing the orgasm that hovered on the horizon. But the stimulation wasn’t enough. She needed Jace inside her, filling her, driving into her.
“Stop squirming.” He smacked the flat of his fingers against her cunt, sending a rocket of shocking pleasure straight up her spine.
“Please,” she panted. “Jace, I need more.”
Blessedly, he put his fingers against her again. His other hand caressed her back, her tailbone, drawing lower and lower until his fingertip brushed along the cleft of her ass. “How much more, babe?”
Her muscles automatically flinched, but the position had her spread for his perusal, and there was no escaping. His fingertip grazed the untried opening, the feather-light touch sending bolts through her, making her buck against her bindings. Holy fuck. Was that supposed to feel that good?
“Mmm, so responsive,” he murmured. “Have you ever been taken here, pet?”
She pressed her forehead into the table, the combination of sensations and his suggestion nearly undoing her. “No, sir.”
“But you want to do ménage? What if one of us wants to fuck your sweet ass while you ride the other’s cock?”
She felt lightheaded and more turned on than she’d ever remembered being in her life. Forming words had to happen between the sharp breaths she was dragging in. “Just because I haven’t . . . done it before . . . doesn’t mean I’m . . . unwilling. Sir.”
“Good answer, pet. Here’s to exploring your limits.” Cool and slippery liquid replaced his light touch for a moment, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, and then his finger was back and no longer tentative. He smoothed the lubricant over her opening, teasing her and lighting up all of her nerve endings.
“Jesus, Jace. I’m going to come. Please, I want you inside me.”
“No coming until I give you permission. If you go before, I won’t give you what you want.” He moved his finger against her ass and pushed gently, easing past the resistant ring of muscle, and instantly vaulting her to another level of bliss—the dark, forbidden thrill of it pinging through her.
“Oh, God,” she ground out, trying to move against him, wanting him to pump forward. To move.
“Hold on, baby, not yet,” he said, slowly moving his finger back and forth and removing his other hand from her clit. “Not until I feel you around me.”
She could hear the rasp of his zipper, the sound of him tearing a condom wrapper open—no doubt with his teeth since his other hand was busy fucking her ass with a maddeningly slow pace. And then he was against her, the tip of his cock brushing against her pussy.
“Please, Jace. Please.” She knew she was begging. Sounded desperate. She didn’t care.
“Oh, pet, you sound so pretty begging for my cock. I could get used to the sound of that.”
Within one blissful second, he was thrusting forward, filling her, stretching her until she thought the sheer onslaught of sensation would kill her. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone and never had she experienced something like this. The combination of his long cock inside her, the slide of his finger in her ass, and the bindings cutting into her arms had her riding an unfamiliar high. One she didn’t want to come down from. It was edgy and disorienting . . . and freeing.
Jace groaned as he seated himself fully inside her then drew back, rocking her against the table with each thrust, the movement providing perfect stimulation to her clit. “You’re so beautiful like this, Evan. Bound and pleading for release. Even if you didn’t feel like heaven around my cock, I could come just looking at you.”
Her breaths were coming short and fast now, his words only pushing her higher, her orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train. His pace increased, pistoning into her with the singular focus of launching them into the stratosphere.
She fought hard, clinging to the last vestige of control she had over her orgasm, the double assault of sensation barreling her toward oblivion. She balled her fists tighter, her fingernails digging into her palms.
He moved a second finger inside her back opening as he fucked her hard and fierce. Her senses shorted out—the smack of skin against skin, the scent of sweat and arousal, and Jace inside her all twining into a ball of pulsing light behind her eyelids. She couldn’t hold on.
“Now,” Jace demanded, his own dwindling control lacing his voice. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you let go.”
“Jace!” A rough scream ripped out of her chest and metal clanged as she reared up against her bindings and let the orgasm sweep her under. Dots of color exploded in her vision and for a moment, she lost all sense of where she was.
“Oh, fuck . . . Yes.” Jace’s groan soon joined with hers as he buried deep and gave her his own pounding release.
His body collapsed against her when he was finished, the two of them a heaving pile of sweat-slicked, shaky limbs.
Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? Evan wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that Jace was draped across her back, his cock still inside her, and she’d never felt so sated in her life.
She’d always enjoyed sex, but this was something unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had no idea it could be so intense, so all-encompassing. So fucking good.
Jace kissed the back of her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Um, I think so?” she said, her voice hoarse.
He gave a little laugh, his chest bouncing against her back before he pushed up and off her. He slipped off her blindfold. “Let me get cleaned up real quick, and I’ll come get you out of these bindings.”
He left her alone for a minute, and she heard the sink turn on and off, then he was back at her side, clad in a pair of pajama pants, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. He freed her wrists, helped her off the table, and slipped a fluffy terrycloth robe around her before settling her onto the bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and stared down at her, looking like he had loads to say but was holding it all in. She reached out and touched his mouth. “Why are you fighting that shit-eating grin?”
He smirked beneath her fingertips. “’Cause I don’t want to get all teenage boy, ‘wow that was awesome’ on you. It could kill my bad-ass dom reputation.”
She laughed, suddenly feeling less self-conscious about what had just transpired. This was the Jace she remembered—the quick with a joke, lighthearted guy. “Don’t worry, your reputation is intact. And yeah, that was . . . something.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Something, huh? As in something you enjoyed or something that totally freaked you out?”
She touched her throat. “I think that answer is pretty obvious. I may not have a voice tomorrow.”
He rubbed a thumb over her bottom lip. “I love how vocal you are. It’s hot. But I just want to make sure you’re okay since you’re new to all this.”
She shrugged. “Maybe I’m little weirded out that I liked it that much. I’m not exactly a person who enjoys taking orders in everyday life. It’s one of the reasons I went into business for myself.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you’ll find that people’s everyday personalities don’t always match their sexual ones. There are a lot of CEOs wearing collars around here, not to mention mild-mannered librarian-types brandishing whips. You just never know. You are what you are.”
She threaded the belt of the robe between her fingers, staring down at it. “So is that how you see it? You’re either built this way or not?”
“Yes, that’s what I believe, but . . .” He put his hand over her fidgeting ones. “Don’t get stressed out already, okay? Just because you enjoyed what we did doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a submissive.”
She raised her gaze to him.
She followed his instructions and he tied a band of silk around her eyes, blocking out most of the light. Anxiety wound through her.
A hand brushed over her hair. “You have my word that I won’t turn out the lights.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, his reassurance easing her a bit.
He grasped her wrist, drew it down the side of the table, and slid something around it. The clink of metal echoed through the room as he locked the cuff to the leg of the table. She pulled back, testing the hold, but the cuff didn’t give at all. She could flex her wrists but that was it. He quickly followed with the same treatment on her other arm. A rush of nerves went through her.
“Jace, I think—”
Thwack! His hand landed on the back of her thigh, making her jolt. “Your job is not to think, pet. Your job is to feel. Trust that I know what you need.”
She swallowed her protest, the sting from the spanking sending a bolt of hallelujah straight between her legs. Whoa. She wasn’t a stranger to pain being linked to relief—her years of cutting had taught her that. But never had she considered it could be arousing.
His finger traced the area on her thigh he had spanked. “You know how fucking sexy you look with my handprint marking you? You look better than the art hanging in my store.”
Her hands flexed in the bindings, the words rolling over her like sensual fire. “Thank you, sir.”
His tongue replaced his finger as he drew it along the back of her leg, licking her burning skin. Her thighs pressed together as moisture, hot and slick, coated her sex. She had the urge to press against the table, provide some relief to her clit as it swelled to an aching mass. He locked a hand over her other leg to keep her from squirming. “You’re not allowed to stimulate yourself without my permission.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Oh, I bet you can.” His hand came down on her ass again and she moaned. “You like being spanked, pet?”
“I’m not sure.” It was a lie. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit how much it was turning her on. If he kept at it, she wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t come simply from that and the slight brush of the table’s padding against her clit.
His chuckle was low and dangerous. “So if I slid my hand between those beautiful legs of yours, I wouldn’t find that pussy wet and clenching for my cock?”
His crude words sent a hot shudder through her, and her inner muscles flexed as if punctuating the accusation. Her pulse seemed to relocate and settle directly behind her clit, her body going into full-out begging mode. Unable to fight off the need, she spread her thighs for him. “Why don’t you find out, sir?”
He made a tsking sound. “Such a smart mouth, sub. Need to teach you some manners.”
A metallic sound filled her ears and the lower end of the table collapsed beneath her. She gasped. His hands caught her legs before she could fall, and he lowered them until she was standing on the balls of her feet, her arches stretched. The part of the table still supporting her torso angled downward until she was prone in a bent-over position. Totally helpless.
“Spread your legs.” Jace nudged her feet apart with his foot. “You want me to find out how wet you are, then show me.”
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she followed his instruction, making herself as physically vulnerable as she’d ever been. He could do whatever he wanted to her in this position, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She squeezed her eyes shut as need railroaded through her. The loss of control shouldn’t excite her like this, but hell if she could stop her body from responding.
Jace ran his hand up her inner thigh and palmed her sex, gripping her like he owned it. Like her pussy had been created for him and he’d only leased it to her for a while. He rocked his hand against her, painting her delicate skin with her juices. “Mmm. So slick and hot for me already. Good girl.”
She whimpered. The pressure against her clit was maddening, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She moved her hips in time with the motion of his hand, chasing the orgasm that hovered on the horizon. But the stimulation wasn’t enough. She needed Jace inside her, filling her, driving into her.
“Stop squirming.” He smacked the flat of his fingers against her cunt, sending a rocket of shocking pleasure straight up her spine.
“Please,” she panted. “Jace, I need more.”
Blessedly, he put his fingers against her again. His other hand caressed her back, her tailbone, drawing lower and lower until his fingertip brushed along the cleft of her ass. “How much more, babe?”
Her muscles automatically flinched, but the position had her spread for his perusal, and there was no escaping. His fingertip grazed the untried opening, the feather-light touch sending bolts through her, making her buck against her bindings. Holy fuck. Was that supposed to feel that good?
“Mmm, so responsive,” he murmured. “Have you ever been taken here, pet?”
She pressed her forehead into the table, the combination of sensations and his suggestion nearly undoing her. “No, sir.”
“But you want to do ménage? What if one of us wants to fuck your sweet ass while you ride the other’s cock?”
She felt lightheaded and more turned on than she’d ever remembered being in her life. Forming words had to happen between the sharp breaths she was dragging in. “Just because I haven’t . . . done it before . . . doesn’t mean I’m . . . unwilling. Sir.”
“Good answer, pet. Here’s to exploring your limits.” Cool and slippery liquid replaced his light touch for a moment, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, and then his finger was back and no longer tentative. He smoothed the lubricant over her opening, teasing her and lighting up all of her nerve endings.
“Jesus, Jace. I’m going to come. Please, I want you inside me.”
“No coming until I give you permission. If you go before, I won’t give you what you want.” He moved his finger against her ass and pushed gently, easing past the resistant ring of muscle, and instantly vaulting her to another level of bliss—the dark, forbidden thrill of it pinging through her.
“Oh, God,” she ground out, trying to move against him, wanting him to pump forward. To move.
“Hold on, baby, not yet,” he said, slowly moving his finger back and forth and removing his other hand from her clit. “Not until I feel you around me.”
She could hear the rasp of his zipper, the sound of him tearing a condom wrapper open—no doubt with his teeth since his other hand was busy fucking her ass with a maddeningly slow pace. And then he was against her, the tip of his cock brushing against her pussy.
“Please, Jace. Please.” She knew she was begging. Sounded desperate. She didn’t care.
“Oh, pet, you sound so pretty begging for my cock. I could get used to the sound of that.”
Within one blissful second, he was thrusting forward, filling her, stretching her until she thought the sheer onslaught of sensation would kill her. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone and never had she experienced something like this. The combination of his long cock inside her, the slide of his finger in her ass, and the bindings cutting into her arms had her riding an unfamiliar high. One she didn’t want to come down from. It was edgy and disorienting . . . and freeing.
Jace groaned as he seated himself fully inside her then drew back, rocking her against the table with each thrust, the movement providing perfect stimulation to her clit. “You’re so beautiful like this, Evan. Bound and pleading for release. Even if you didn’t feel like heaven around my cock, I could come just looking at you.”
Her breaths were coming short and fast now, his words only pushing her higher, her orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train. His pace increased, pistoning into her with the singular focus of launching them into the stratosphere.
She fought hard, clinging to the last vestige of control she had over her orgasm, the double assault of sensation barreling her toward oblivion. She balled her fists tighter, her fingernails digging into her palms.
He moved a second finger inside her back opening as he fucked her hard and fierce. Her senses shorted out—the smack of skin against skin, the scent of sweat and arousal, and Jace inside her all twining into a ball of pulsing light behind her eyelids. She couldn’t hold on.
“Now,” Jace demanded, his own dwindling control lacing his voice. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you let go.”
“Jace!” A rough scream ripped out of her chest and metal clanged as she reared up against her bindings and let the orgasm sweep her under. Dots of color exploded in her vision and for a moment, she lost all sense of where she was.
“Oh, fuck . . . Yes.” Jace’s groan soon joined with hers as he buried deep and gave her his own pounding release.
His body collapsed against her when he was finished, the two of them a heaving pile of sweat-slicked, shaky limbs.
Seconds passed. Or was it minutes? Evan wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that Jace was draped across her back, his cock still inside her, and she’d never felt so sated in her life.
She’d always enjoyed sex, but this was something unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She had no idea it could be so intense, so all-encompassing. So fucking good.
Jace kissed the back of her shoulder. “You okay?”
“Um, I think so?” she said, her voice hoarse.
He gave a little laugh, his chest bouncing against her back before he pushed up and off her. He slipped off her blindfold. “Let me get cleaned up real quick, and I’ll come get you out of these bindings.”
He left her alone for a minute, and she heard the sink turn on and off, then he was back at her side, clad in a pair of pajama pants, a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. He freed her wrists, helped her off the table, and slipped a fluffy terrycloth robe around her before settling her onto the bed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress and stared down at her, looking like he had loads to say but was holding it all in. She reached out and touched his mouth. “Why are you fighting that shit-eating grin?”
He smirked beneath her fingertips. “’Cause I don’t want to get all teenage boy, ‘wow that was awesome’ on you. It could kill my bad-ass dom reputation.”
She laughed, suddenly feeling less self-conscious about what had just transpired. This was the Jace she remembered—the quick with a joke, lighthearted guy. “Don’t worry, your reputation is intact. And yeah, that was . . . something.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Something, huh? As in something you enjoyed or something that totally freaked you out?”
She touched her throat. “I think that answer is pretty obvious. I may not have a voice tomorrow.”
He rubbed a thumb over her bottom lip. “I love how vocal you are. It’s hot. But I just want to make sure you’re okay since you’re new to all this.”
She shrugged. “Maybe I’m little weirded out that I liked it that much. I’m not exactly a person who enjoys taking orders in everyday life. It’s one of the reasons I went into business for myself.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you’ll find that people’s everyday personalities don’t always match their sexual ones. There are a lot of CEOs wearing collars around here, not to mention mild-mannered librarian-types brandishing whips. You just never know. You are what you are.”
She threaded the belt of the robe between her fingers, staring down at it. “So is that how you see it? You’re either built this way or not?”
“Yes, that’s what I believe, but . . .” He put his hand over her fidgeting ones. “Don’t get stressed out already, okay? Just because you enjoyed what we did doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a submissive.”
She raised her gaze to him.
