For The Wicked (Fantasy Heights) (18 page)

He held up the glass wand. “This makes you come hard. So does the spreader bar. I wonder what would happen if I used both at once.”

She whimpered. Writhed a little. Thomas in experimental mode was a dangerous delight. All she had to do was let it happen.

And she did. She was nice and cooperative as he extended the spreader bar as far as it would go. She remained pliable while he adjusted the ceiling-hook height and secured her ankles to the bar.

“Be still.”

He then brought a hand between her legs to explore, zeroing in on her pussy and wiggling his middle finger in deep to draw out the wetness. He smeared it over her clit. Contact made her jolt as if he’d zapped her with an electrode wand.

“Hmm,” he observed.

From there, he took no mercy whatsoever. He was typically forceful in rubbing lube from her clit all the way up to the small of her back. He penetrated her ass with his finger first, and held it in place, giving her only a little time to adjust. For the rest, he used the glass wand, and Amanda almost hated to see him start. Once he did, the chemicals tended to take over, and she wasn’t as present as she liked. Considering how much Thomas liked to use the toys and see them inside her, she would get over it.

They had to work together to get the wand’s first plug inside. He applied the steady, gentle pressure while she set a balance between managing the pleasing pain and forcing her muscles to relax against the intrusion. Tricky when hungry flames licked her, inside and out.

Once the first plug was securely inside, Thomas stood in front of her. He kissed her, and cupped her mound, driving two fingers into her pussy. He began a simply torturous stroking motion, the same ‘come here’ gesture he had shown her before. Apt, really. She did need to come.

She warned him he was pushing her beyond her limits by humming against his mouth.

He leaned back. “Do it. Come on my hand.”

His words tripled the amount of fuel behind her orgasm. It caught and ignited the next instant, and she felt the sweet ache open up, deep inside, making her pulse and squeeze at him.

“Good girl. Nice.”

He took advantage of her quivering, brainless state afterward to drive the wand past its second plug. The pressure inside increased. It felt different now, more sustained. Her leg muscles kept tensing as she cycled in and out of control.

As ever, Thomas responded to her whether he meant to or not. He was less in control this time when he took her mouth. In a rare moment of indecision, he brought his hand between her legs, then withdrew it, bringing his cock into place instead.

A frustrated sound came with the sudden change in plans. He made quite another sound as he flexed and guided his tip into her pussy. She loved it when his control slipped. It proved that his feelings for her changed everything, especially how much pleasure he derived from acts she’d seen him carry out so many times on others, all but yawning while he did so.

Definitely not yawning now. He was hard as a rock and shaking by the time he’d thrust in as far as he could go. He reached down behind her to get his hands between her legs and lift, pulling her off the ground so his powerful body could stand more comfortably. She tensed everything, testing the strength of the ceiling hook. She bent her knees as best she could with the spreader bar tethering her ankles.

A frustrated hand reached down and grabbed hold of one ankle restraint, yanking the snaps open. He repeated on the other side, and once she was free, she wrapped her legs around him. The change in position upped the wattage of sensation from the plug. The abrupt increase in pressure and Thomas’s suddenly savage thrusts shut her mind down, turning her over to slaking, beautiful sensation as she crested into orgasm. His own wracked Thomas hard, turning him rigid in long, breathless spells.

They kissed the entire time he spent removing the rest of the restraints, and they subsided into the bedroom to lie tangled together, watching each other’s eyes the way they liked to do.

After a while, he spoke. “It’ll be okay, you know. I’ll catch them.”

She nodded. She believed him.

“We’ll find a house and you’ll choose a job to keep you satisfied up here.” He gently tapped her forehead. “I’m gonna find Neil and Shelley and Nicole. That Eighth Empire place, too. We’ll bring it all down, bit by bit.”

Looking at him, she believed that too. “And what about Josh?”

His eyes warmed. A smile surfaced, bearing just a hint of wickedness. “Josh, too. He’ll come back to the world once I burn Janos to the ground.”

For that, she kissed him.

Always a pleasure...

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