Authors: Tina Donahue
Daniel stood.
She didn’t budge, breathe, blink. He seemed taller than she
recalled, more muscular and dangerous. Hotter than sin. He cupped her mound and
slipped two fingers into her pussy. A strangled breath escaped her. Instantly,
she relaxed her sheath, keeping him from knowing what she’d been doing.
Her dewy cunt gave her away, her lubrication so pronounced
his fingers turned effortlessly within her.
“You’ve been bad,” he murmured.
She shivered, anticipation, desire and tension colliding to
make her even more powerless.
Daniel rested his head against her shoulder, face to her
throat, his breath tickling her moist skin. “Haven’t you?” He spread his
fingers within her.
Aw, god, he was going to kill her with this foreplay, the
miraculous sensations he’d released but wouldn’t coax to climax. Alexandra
pushed higher on her toes, her calves and thighs straining. However, the bulk
of her frustration rested between her legs. He kept circling her clit with his
thumb, not touching it. Her head fell back. She let out a frustrated groan.
Daniel kissed her throat. She sucked in a breath. He
whispered, “Answer me. Tell me you’ve disobeyed.”
How in the hell could she have prevented it? She wasn’t
supposed to make a sound while he was touching, kissing, fondling and screwing
around with her. He wouldn’t let her come. Shit, he wouldn’t even touch her nub
or nipples. What did he think she’d do?
“Alexandra.”
The steel in his tone made her cry out, “Yes—dammit, yes.”
“Yes what?”
Crap.
“I’ve been bad.”
“And…”
She surrendered. Again. “Punish me. I deserve it.” She
heaved in another breath and released it on a longing sigh. “I want it.”
He made her wait, kissing her deeply, running his hands over
her breasts, exploring her mound and cleft. This time he rubbed her nub gently
with his forefinger. She let out a muffled moan, forgetting herself and his
orders. Didn’t stop him from stroking her clit or driving his tongue more fully
into her mouth. Until she approached climax. The second Alexandra was about to
soar, he stopped.
She growled.
“You’ll pay for that.” He got the belt. With the buckle
against his palm, he wrapped the leather around his hand, circling her as he
did so.
The end of the belt skimmed her thigh. She flinched. He
moved closer, his silky crown brushing her leg. God help her, Alexandra moaned
again, the sound as desperate and horny as before.
Didn’t faze him. Daniel kept at it, taunting and treating
her as his prisoner. She was that and didn’t regret a second of it, craving
exactly what she’d said. Dominance. Discipline. Goading him, she pushed out her
hips before he got past.
Daniel stopped, the sole of his foot slapping the plank. He
glanced over, regarding her tummy. Her tat and cunt drew his attention lower.
Recklessly defiant, Alexandra moved her hips once more.
He slipped his belt around them, pulling her cunt into his
groin. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing,” she lied.
“That’s precisely what you’ll get if you move again or make
another sound.”
He pulled the belt away and studied it, then focused on the
ropes’ knots, the temperature, the rocks on the wall, ignoring her. Leaving
Alexandra to wonder if he’d ever give her what she needed. When he headed for
the door, she panicked and glanced over, wanting to ask him where he was going.
Surely, he wouldn’t leave her in here alone, like this.
Without lust to distract her, she knew her arms and legs
would begin to hurt. She wouldn’t be able to tolerate the humidity and heat. Only
he made this worthwhile.
And he could take it from her—he would, if she didn’t obey.
Remembering his earlier reprimand, she turned back to the
rock wall and didn’t move. Nor did she make a sound. Hell, she barely breathed.
He didn’t open the door. With stunning swiftness, he went to
her side, hand on her hip as he’d done the first time he’d delivered
punishment.
She tensed.
He rubbed his thumb over her damp skin. Gently. Lovingly.
And struck without warning, the crack of the belt against
her ass resounding through the small room.
Alexandra twitched, then clenched her teeth at the familiar
sting. It receded immediately, replaced by a flood of warmth. He brought the
belt down again, slightly harder. This crack seemed to come from far away, as
though a cocoon encased her. A place of pain and pleasure, the bite of the
leather needed to enhance the bliss that followed.
Daniel chose a new part of her ass to mark each time—just as
he’d done Saturday—using the belt twice as much as he had then. Imposing
discipline, delivering unspeakably base sensations that left Alexandra
breathless, weak, subdued, his.
On a noisy huff, he tossed his belt to the side. The buckle
hit the rock wall with a metallic thwack, then dropped to the bench. She
continued to gasp.
Daniel dropped to one knee in front of her and spread her
delicate petals, baring her to his sight.
Alexandra pressed her toes against the floor to keep still.
He licked her nub. Pleasure shot from her cunt to her belly and beyond. Her
knees sagged and the rope pulled against her arms. Cursing inwardly, she
straightened.
He stopped at her movements. Her disobedience.
Shit, shit, shit.
Alexandra willed him to touch her
again.
After a prolonged pause, Daniel trailed his fingers down the
insides of her thighs and behind her knees.
Gawd.
The tickling drove her
crazy. Her cunt begged for completion. She wanted to screech. Clamping her jaw
tight, Alexandra made no noise. Nor did she move.
He continued to taunt her, running his fingers over her
toes, calves, belly, navel, tattoos. She suppressed oath after oath and
submitted to his command. Enduring this. Loving it.
God, she did. For the first time in her life, Alexandra
trusted a man enough to put her happiness in his hands.
Her passivity must have won Daniel over, because he returned
to her nub and licked it.
Once.
Come on, please. Stay at it.
He worked his little finger into her anus, startling and
pleasuring her. With his free hand, he drove two fingers into her cunt. Only
then did he lap her clit again.
Perspiration rolled down Alexandra’s face, dripping from her
jaw. Every part of her body pleaded for climax, her limbs going tense, then
weak, then tense once more. She didn’t know what to expect, how to react, if
she’d get through this.
Time no longer held meaning. They might have been in here
for minutes or hours, she simply didn’t know any longer. Each second dragged by
as he prolonged her agony, denying her relief.
His fingers slid in and out of her cunt and anus, his tongue
brushed her nub. He sucked delicately and hard, fast, slow, then not at all
until he suddenly began once more. Keeping her off balance. Forcing her to
suffer through.
Alexandra wanted to punch him and thank him too, for giving
her what no other man had. His undivided attention to her pleasure when he had
to be hurting, wanting his own release.
Steam swirled around their bodies, making the room seem even
smaller, his actions more intense. He pushed his little finger farther into her
anus, an untried passage he’d explore and make his own. Debased images flooded
Alexandra’s mind. She pictured his thick rod penetrating her smallest opening
steadily, mercilessly, demanding entrance and—
Alexandra peaked before she knew she would. Raw, unspeakable
pleasure sped through her. She emptied her lungs in a cry of pure carnal
delight, unmindful of its volume. Or what Daniel would think.
He didn’t let up, doubling his efforts, still sucking,
probing, invading her body and senses. Alexandra panted and begged, “I can’t
stand any more. Stop. Please.”
He wouldn’t.
Alexandra tugged on the ropes. If anything, they seemed to
shorten. The hooks wouldn’t give. She shouted several oaths. When that didn’t
convince him to let up, she went still, collapsing as well as she could given
the bindings. Her chin touched her chest. She kept heaving the moist air and
blowing it out.
Daniel finally stopped and tilted his face to hers. “You
okay?”
“Are you kidding? I’m about to die.”
“Bullshit. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Oh sweet Jesus, there was more? Alexandra cringed inwardly,
dreading it. Kind of. She just needed a few minutes to relax. After that, she’d
crave whatever was zipping through Daniel’s deliciously filthy mind.
To her surprise, he untied her ankles. She wondered if he
was going to take her standing up.
He freed the ropes from the ceiling hooks. However, once
she’d lowered her arms, he knotted the lines around her wrists and held them
like a leash. She didn’t understand. “We’re not staying in here?”
He gave her a smile, then led her into the utility area. Two
fluffy towels waited on the dryer. He rubbed her down, paying particular
attention to her breasts and cunt, then dried himself. With his hair sticking
in all directions, he brought her into the living room and stopped near the
fireplace. “Sit.”
She sank to the sheepskin rug like a well-trained pet. That
might have disturbed her, if she’d had more energy and was less horny.
Daniel pulled the cocktail table to within several feet of
her. “On your knees and elbows, hands in front of you, ass high.”
He was going to take her anally. Of that, Alexandra had
little doubt. Torn between excitement and a load of uncertainty, she did as
he’d commanded. Daniel tied her wrists to the leg of the furniture. Its solid
weight prevented her from movement or escape.
He put another couple of logs on the fire, then went into
the kitchen and banged cabinets as Junior had the night he’d been here.
Alexandra had no idea what Daniel was searching for.
He returned with a stack of plates and set up the candles
she’d bought…fat, tall, skinny, scented, decorative. Once they were on the
dishes, he put them on the mantle, tables and floor, wherever there was a hard
surface. Only the birthday ones remained on the chair. Daniel smiled at them
and lit the rest.
The room glowed from the bobbling flames of the candles and
fire. Decidedly romantic. Vaguely decadent.
He went past her and grabbed something off the sofa she
hadn’t noticed before. The condoms. With the packets strung around his neck,
similar to a lei, he approached and stopped at her side, his cock so damn rigid
it barely moved.
She started sweating again. Without being told, Alexandra
arched her back and lifted her ass as she’d done in the loft. He’d warned her
to be in that position the next time he wanted it. Not to make him tell her
again or keep him waiting.
Appreciation gleamed in his eyes, along with a need so deep
it shocked her. Alexandra sensed she was peering into his soul.
The moment didn’t last. Whether he’d pushed it aside or
she’d imagined it, straight-out lust took over. He tore off one of the packets
and unrolled the condom over his imposing length.
Once Daniel had settled between her legs, he ran his fingers
over her cunt, transferring its moisture to her anus.
Alexandra shivered.
He asked, “You ever do this before?”
“Sure.”
His stroking stopped. Why she’d lied escaped Alexandra. Nor
could she imagine how he could possibly know the truth.
Daniel leaned over her and searched her face. “So, you have
done this. Just not with me. Right?”
If her cheeks got any hotter, they’d melt. She mumbled, “So
I’m a virgin at this. What’s the big deal?”
“It’s a very big deal,” he murmured, then eased back and
drove his cock into her cunt.
Surprised, Alexandra arched her back, which allowed him to
burrow even deeper. She swallowed hard, then blurted, “Just because I haven’t
done that before, you’re not going to keep from—”
“Quiet.” He gripped her hips and pumped slowly, as though he
feared coming too fast.
With each thrust, Daniel dug his fingers more deeply into
her. Alexandra knew he was suffering and figured he’d go ballistic if she
tightened her muscles around him to hurry things along. The friction between
their bodies was already past intense, straight into mind-blowing.
He kept his sluggish pace, gulping air, making noises that
would have put a porn star to shame. Aroused. Unseemly. Wonderful.
On a low growl, he gripped her butt even tighter and pumped
faster, harder. Not quickly by any means, but enough that Alexandra knew he
couldn’t take it any longer. He’d been hard since she’d come home. He’d seen to
her pleasure first. And now, he exploded with sound and movement at his climax.
Groaning, thrusting, his body smacking into hers. Enjoying himself.
He drew out his delight far longer than she would have
believed likely or prudent. Still gasping, he leaned down to her. The edge of a
packet scraped her skin. Alexandra stiffened.
Daniel jerked back. “What?”
“The condoms. The packets are scratching me.”
“Sorry.” He flung them aside and wrapped his arms around
her, his beard-roughened cheek on her shoulder.
She smiled.
“Give me a minute,” he breathed.
As far as Alexandra was concerned, he didn’t ever have to
move. She wanted him right where he was. Inside her. Cuddled close. No words or
actions could compete with these precious moments.
He kissed her shoulder, then brushed her hair away and
nuzzled her neck.
Alexandra cooed. A sound she’d never made. No other man had
drawn it from her.
Daniel yawned. “Tired?”
Yeah, though in a good way. “No. You?”
“Nope.”
He was. She heard it in his voice, yet he stayed inside her,
stroking her belly and boobs until the impossible, or unexpected, happened. His
cock started to thicken again. Faster than it should have.