Forever Bound (5 page)

When
she stepped forward, Ryan choked in shock. She was dressed in a shiny black
corset and thigh-high black boots that matched. The heels on those boots were
spiky stilettos and she wore a black domino mask. Her lipstick was brilliant
red, a color that she never wore, but which looked amazing. The corset left her
breasts free and pushed them up, making them look rounder and bigger. She must
have put rouge on her nipples, because they looked really red.

And
they were taut little points.

She
was as excited as he was.

It
was Jess but not-Jess, a porn movie super-heroine version of Jess, and the
sight of her stunned Ryan. It also sent a jolt of fire through his veins, a
surge of lust that went straight to his cock.

She
had one hand behind her back and he wondered what she was hiding from him.

Jess,
with a sexy secret. Ryan felt his heart skip. Even worse, she was wearing that
perfume. As she came closer, the scent of it surrounded him like a cloud and
nearly made him come on the spot.

By
some miracle, he found his voice. “What are you doing?”

Jess
dropped a length of ribbon on the bed and pulled on long black gloves that went
to her elbows. She worked them up slowly, as if she enjoyed driving him crazy.
The gloves made her arms look long. In fact, the whole costume made her look
exotic and unreal. If this was a dream, Ryan didn’t want to wake up.

He
stared at her in awe, not wanting to miss a thing.

“You’ve
been a bad boy,” she murmured, a little smile playing on those red lips. “And
I’m going to punish you.”

Impossible.
His Jess would never have said such a thing.

Even
if the threat did make his dick so hard it hurt.

“But
we have a deal, for a month...”

She
smiled. “Nobody said I’d do more than tease you.”

Ryan
choked in shock. “You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. Not now...”

“Quiet!”
Jess rapped his thigh with a leather paddle she’d been holding behind her back.
It didn’t really hurt, but Ryan was so surprised that he fell silent.

What
was he supposed to do?

He
supposed there wasn’t much he
could
do.

He
got even harder at that realization.

Jess
braced one knee on the bed and leaned over him, rolling something in her hand.
“Open wide, Ryan,” she whispered, then touched his lip with her finger. He
opened his mouth on her command, too shocked by the sight of her to disobey.

He
thought she might kiss him, and was more than ready for that.

Instead,
Jess shoved a black ball gag into his mouth and bound it securely around his
head. Ryan tried to spit it out, without success. He tried to shout, but only
managed to make a muffled moan. He struggled, fighting his bonds, and began to
breathe more quickly at the conviction that he was captive.

Jess
leaned close and whispered in his ear, the feel of her breath against his skin making
him shiver. He was drowning in that damn perfume of hers and was sure he would
blow his load.

Would
she punish him even more for that?

“The
doors are locked,” she whispered. “The cottage is isolated. The Do Not Disturb
sign is on the door.” Her fingers were tracing designs on his body, her light
touch making him keenly aware of every inch of his own skin. “Your friends are
sleeping off their hangovers and no one’s going to look for us until dinner at
six.” She glanced to the digital clock on the nightstand. “Oh look, it’s only
one o’clock.” She smiled and flattened her hand to run it down his chest.
“You’re all mine for five whole hours. We’re not going to do it, but I’m going
to torment you.” She closed her hand around his erection and squeezed. “If
you’re very good, I’ll let you come, but if you come before I give you
permission, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Something
folded and snapped in Ryan’s mind. He’d never played a game like this before,
and he’d never wanted to. But with Jess as his dominatrix, he could see the
appeal.

She
let go of him all too soon and turned away. He checked out her ass, which had
always been heart-shaped and perfect. It was exactly as he recalled, and every
bit as sexy.

Jess
picked up the ribbon she’d tossed on the mattress, twining it around her gloved
fingers. It was blue satin ribbon, about an inch wide.

“Something
old, and something new,” she said, reciting the old rhyme about good luck for
weddings. Her outfit was new. What was old? Ryan? He felt like he was failing
school because he wasn’t sure. Would she smack him with the paddle again? The
idea was electrifying.

“Something
borrowed and something blue,” Jess continued.

What
had she borrowed?

The
ribbon was blue. Relief surged through him that he knew that answer.

But
borrowed? What was borrowed?

Jess’s
smile turned wicked, then she wrapped the ribbon around his penis, confining
him in a ring of smooth satin. Ryan moaned in protest even as he got harder.
“Fiona said that a little restriction would keep you from coming too soon. I
never knew that. Is it true?”

Ryan
could only moan. She ran her fingertips over the length of him and he bucked
his hips, unable to help himself. Jess chuckled. She wound the ribbon around
his shaft, then around his balls, finally knotting it into a big bow. He felt
the smooth satin of the ribbon against his skin and writhed as his erection got
impossibly bigger.

“Looks
as if you like that,” Jess mused. “Let’s see what else you like.” She rapped a
finger on the tip of his nose. “Remember—you’re not allowed to come until
I give you permission.
If
I give
permission. I’m making the rules today and that’s the big one.” She shook her
head, as if disappointed in him. “You’re already in a lot of trouble, Ryan.
Don’t push your luck.”

Ryan
could only groan into his gag. He wasn’t sure he was capable of holding back.
How was he going to survive the next five hours?

What
would Jess do to him if he disobeyed her?

Ryan
had a feeling he was going to find out.

* * *

Jess
couldn’t believe she hadn’t tried bondage before. It was thrilling to have Ryan
at her mercy and to be able to see just how excited he was. His breath was
coming quickly and he was flushed, but his cock was so stiff and thick that she
could barely resist it. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She wanted to
sit on him, pull him deep inside her and milk him dry.

But
that had to wait.

She
walked around the bed slowly, letting her heels click on the floor. He couldn’t
tear his gaze away from her apparently, and he didn’t even seem to want to
blink. She slapped the leather paddle against her gloved palm at regular
intervals, noticing how the sound of impact made him catch his breath.

“I
also learned that stimulating the skin heightens desire,” she told him. “And
that alternating pain with pleasure compounds the effect. Since you’ve been so
bad, I thought we’d try a little punishment first.”

Ryan
groaned into his gag.

Jess
moved quickly to smack his thigh with the paddle. He flinched as his skin
reddened. Jess reached out and caressed the spot with her fingertips. His cock,
encased in blue satin ribbon, quivered at attention. If anything, it was
straining its bonds. She’d never seen him so big.

“Pleasure
and pain,” she murmured with satisfaction. “It seems to work.” She smiled at
him. “Blink if you like it.”

Ryan
blinked.

“I
thought so,” she said, keeping her voice low and dangerous. “You always liked
leather. Let’s find out how much.”

Ryan
moaned as Jess set to work. She paddled his thigh some more, spanking it until
he was pink from hip to knee. She then bent over him and ran her tongue across
the head of his penis. Her ponytail trailed across his stomach, probably
tickling him, so she did it again, watching how he flushed with pleasure.

She
paddled the other thigh until it turned pink, then reached down to caress his
balls. She took her time, cradling them in her gloved hand, giving them a
little squeeze, then sliding her fingers up and down the length of his
erection.

His
arms were next, and she took his thumb in her mouth for the pleasure interval.
He watched her avidly as she worked the thumb in and out of her mouth, just the
way she had sucked him off a hundred times or more. She dragged her teeth
across the end of his thumb, suckled it and nipped at it with her teeth, then
ran her tongue over his palm. He quivered in his bonds and bucked his hips in
silent demand.

“Naughty
again,” she said, and smacked his chest with the paddle. She pinched his nipple
hard then and he flushed crimson. His hair was tousled, making him look
disheveled and sexy, so hot for her that he didn’t know what to do with
himself.

Not
that he had much choice.

“I
like this,” she whispered to him, flicking her tongue across his earlobe. She
blew on him then, watching him shiver. “I’ll let you pack all the gear into
your suitcase when we go home and declare it for customs. If you fail to get it
over the border, well, there will be more punishment in store.”

Ryan
moaned and nodded agreement.

She
walked around the bed then, listening to the heightened pace of his breathing.
He’d broken a light sweat, which made his skin gleam.

“Sexy
man,” she whispered. “I’m just going to have to ensure I keep you for my own.
Should I ever let you go? Or should I keep you shackled in our bedroom forever?
You can service my needs hourly.”

Ryan
roared into his gag and thrust his hips, clearly ready to do as much now.

“Look
how wet I am,” Jess murmured. She put one foot on the bed, displaying her wet
sex to him. His eyes widened as he stared. She ran her fingers over herself as
he watched greedily, then spread her juices across his face. Ryan caught his
breath and closed his eyes, then writhed in his bonds. “You want me,” Jess said
and he moaned agreement. “But you’ll just give me pleasure instead.”

He
wailed a protest and she spanked him again, rewarding him for his impertinence.
She used the paddle harder, working over his body from toes to wrists,
increasing the pace of the blows. He was pink and ready, his erection raging,
when she climbed on to the bed. She kissed his temple gently, then swung her
leg over his head. She had to be dripping on his face.

“Be
a good boy, now, and make sure you please me,” she said. Jess reached between
her thighs and removed his gag.

“Holy
shit, Jess,” Ryan said. “This is incredible...”

But
Jess didn’t let him finish. She sat on his face, savoring his muffled moan. She
gasped as his tongue worked against her and he swallowed her juices. She spread
her knees to lower herself over his face and he greedily devoured her. He
worked her with his tongue, suckled her and teased her, building her desire
just as she’d built his own. Jess thought she would faint with pleasure.

The
man deserved a reward.

“You
have permission to come,” Jess whispered. His tongue faltered for an instant
and she knew he’d heard her. “Just once, to take the edge off, then not again
until our wedding night.” Then she lowered herself over the length of him,
untied the bow in the blue satin ribbon, and took his enormous erection into
her mouth.

* * *

Ryan
had thought that the month of abstention would kill him, but it was Jess bent
on punishing him that he feared would finish him off. She was so outrageously
sexy and demanding, mixing pain and pleasure as if she’d done this a million
times. Ryan’s skin was on fire, and every caress was amplified to a heavenly
power. He’d been able to smell her puss, smell it getting wetter and that mixed
with her perfume was driving him wild.

When
she talked about taking the bonds home, he was excited.

When
she talked about keeping him captive, he was thrilled by the
possibilities—and determined to retaliate. He’d tie her down so she was
helpless and torment her with pleasure. He’d ensure that she only ever thought
of him, that she only ever came for him, that there was no one else in the
world who could please her.

After
that, he wasn’t sure he could hold back, no matter how she threatened him.

But
she gave him permission to come.

When
Jess queened him, Ryan couldn’t believe his luck. He wanted to suck her dry. He
wanted to drown in her juices. He wanted her to lock her thighs around his head
and bury his face in her wet snatch.

Instead,
she spread her legs wide. The move pulled her off balance a bit, putting more
of her weight on his face, but he didn’t care. He loved the smooth leather of
those boots against his arms, and was captivated by that fucking perfume. He
liked the sense that he was holding her captive to his tongue, and decided he’d
make her come bigger than she ever had in her life.