Into the Fire (10 page)

She waited for him to issue another
command until the silence became so clogged, thick, and heavy she
was gasping for breath.

“
Lose the shirt,” Nate said,
his voice a full octave lower than she’d ever heard it.

She shrugged out of the blouse and let
it fall to the floor.

“
Now the bra,” he ordered
with his eyes riveted to her breasts; his desire gave her the
confidence she had only felt when she was in command of a
scene.

Stretching luxuriously, she caught the
bottom edge of the spandex and drew it up over her head, shivering
in reaction as air drifted across her nipples, as if in a lover’s
caress.

She dropped the bra and held her hands
loosely at her sides; each long second he waited ratcheted up her
tension. This was going to be so good.

Nate’s hands were gripping the arms of
the chair as if they were a lifeline.

“
Slacks,” he said hoarsely,
and she smiled in reply as her fingers toyed with the clasp.
“Charly,” he barked, and she swung her eyes up to meet his. “Enjoy
your fun now, Sweetie, because you’ll pay for it later.”

“
We’ll see,” she breathed
and slipped the clasp, letting the slacks fall to the floor,
leaving her clad only in a lacy thong.

Nate’s breath caught as he perused her
from head to toe slowly, so slowly. His gaze felt as if he were
touching each exposed inch of her skin with his fingertips. Her
nipples hardened almost painfully, and her blood thrummed in
anticipation.

“
Lie down,” he instructed,
his tone hard, his gaze hot.

She complied, crawling onto the bed
like a cat, giving him a good view of her ass before she rolled
over slowly.

He rose from the chair and stalked to
the bed, one hand in his pocket. “Hands over your head.”

Charly stretched sensuously and
grasped the carved wooden headboard, sighing in appreciation when
he withdrew two silken ties from his pocket. “How long have you
been carrying those around?” she asked with a smile.

“
Since we christened your
kitchen table,” he admitted. “As soon as these are tied, you know
the rules. No talking unless I ask you a question; no coming until
I tell you.”

A shot of pure fire rolled through
Charly’s veins. “Agreed.”

She held her breath as he tethered
first one hand and then the other. The ties were little more than
symbolic. Both knew she could break them with one hard yank of her
arm, and both knew she wouldn’t.

Then he bent over her. His mouth
sought one nipple while his fingers played with the other, making
them pucker even harder and shooting delirious sensations straight
to her core.

Her pussy flooded with cream as he
reached into his pocket again and withdrew a set of nipple
clamps.

Nate smiled wickedly and bit her
nipple lightly before applying the clamp. A prick of pain arrowed
through her before turning to an intense, burning pleasure as he
turned his attention to the other breast. With both clamps
attached, she could feel her heartbeat thundering in each nipple
and echoing in her clit. Then he attached another chain to the
ornamental one dangling between her breasts, and she gasped at his
intent.

Still fully clothed, he knelt between
her legs and lifted her entire lower body until her pussy was at
mouth level and began to devour her. Her clit pulsed against his
tongue as he sucked strongly, as his fingers played over her
entrance and her ass. She writhed against him with mindless little
moans, knowing what was coming even as she hovered on the edge of
an orgasm.

She almost wept when he removed his
mouth with one last long swipe of his tongue, and then shrieked in
pleasure as the rubber tips of the clamp closed gently on her nub.
Her vision flashed red, and she heard nothing over her own, harsh
breathing as it sawed through the air. Still, she didn’t come; she
wouldn’t until he gave her permission.

She was vaguely aware of Nate’s hands
stroking her stomach and thighs in broad, gentling sweeps. She came
back to herself slowly; desire a live wire that thrummed from her
breasts to her clit, as if the chain connecting the clamps held a
low electrical charge.

Nate moved to the head of the bed and
cupped her cheek softly. She leaned into his hand, shocked to feel
the wetness of her tears against his palm.

“
God, you’re beautiful,
Charly.” With steel in his voice, he added, “And you’re all
mine.”

She thrilled to the undoubted
ownership even as a tiny voice inside her screamed in
rebellion.

He claimed a kiss, his mouth just
short of punishing, his tongue dueling with hers until she was
pushing up into him. Her clamped nipples throbbed as they rasped
over the cotton of his shirt. The chain connecting her pulse points
stretched tight against the arch of her body, intensifying the
pleasure of his mouth and hands as they cruised over her
body.

He lifted his head, but his lips still
feathered over hers. “I’m going to fuck you now, Charly, and you
won’t come until I demand it, will you?”

“
No,” she answered, her
voice husky with want, with pure, blinding need.

“
And then we’re going to do
so much more,” he promised, his expression greedy ... for
her.

He stood and shucked his shirt and
slacks and rolled a condom over his straining cock.

Charly licked her lips at
the sight of him. She imagined the salty taste of him on her
tongue, the press of him against the back of her throat, and the
feel of his hands as they fisted in her hair, and she almost
climaxed at the mere imagery.

He knelt on the bed and raised her
knees again, pressing hot kisses along each thigh and trailing fire
over her sensitive skin, before settling just above her clit, his
tongue playing with the clamp and chain.

She bowed against him, wrists
straining against her tethers, fingers aching to feel the texture
of his skin.

He blew a long breath
against her clit, then rose to his knees and pistoned into her in
one long, hard thrust, one finger tweaking the connecting chain as
he invaded her. She screamed as the sensation of being
owned
 cascaded
through her, openly weeping as he pushed into her and withdrew,
lightly jerking the chain with each withdrawal.

She opened her mouth to beg him to
move faster, but one look at his face had her biting back the
words. A small, strained smile quirked his lips, as if he
anticipated her words and looked forward to punishing her
disobedience. Biting her lip to stop the torrent of begging, she
lunged into each of his thrusts, moaning with each
withdrawal.

His breathing began to match her own,
ragged gasps on the edge of control. Her hands fisted over the
rails of the headboard; the sharp edges bit into her palms but only
heightened her pleasure even more. He picked up the pace and rested
his thumb right above the clit clamp that held her captive as he
pounded into her.

Her heart stuttered in her chest; her
breath clogged in her lungs as he pumped into her
frantically.

He roared, “Come!” and she let
go.

Her last sight, before she blacked
out, was his straining face above hers and the unequivocal love she
saw in his eyes.

Chapter Nine

Nate rolled over with a groan; the
scent of sex still perfumed the air. His dick was hard as a pike
again, which wasn’t so surprising since it was nestled in the crack
of Charly’s ass.

God, she was amazing. They’d taken
things further tonight than they ever had. Everything in him wanted
to tie her to the headboard again and never let her go, but he knew
that wasn’t an option. Her gift of trust tonight was only the first
step in his overarching mission to possess her forever.

Now he was going to ratchet the stakes
up even higher.

Sliding from the bed, he glanced at
the nightstand, where the clamps and tethers sat, looking so
innocent in the muted light from the lamp. He’d removed them from
her body before he’d collapsed himself.

He walked silently into the bathroom,
reached into the linen closet, and removed the rest of his
purchases: a blindfold, flogger, lube and butt plug. He’d bought
each with her reaction in mind. The blindfold was soft black silk,
just like they’d used all those years ago; the flogger, a soft red
suede built to caress or punish. However, he thought she might like
the butt plug the best. The store had stocked a wide variety of
colors, and he’d chosen bright pink, because in everything but the
bedroom, Charly was the epitome of anti-pink. He was glad he’d
gotten the smallest and slimmest after her revelation tonight that
she hadn’t played in this manner since he’d left. He wanted to push
her past her boundaries, because he knew the pleasure it gave them
both, but he never wanted to hurt her.

He grinned as he carefully washed and
dried the anal plug, even as he hoped like hell she was up for the
new direction he wanted to explore.

She was still curled up beneath the
covers when he reentered the room; the bedside clock read only
eleven o’clock. They had all night long. He sighed in anticipation,
in appreciation. He placed the toys on the nightstand and rolled on
a condom, then sat on the bed and ran a hand down the vulnerable
curve of her back.

His cock pulsed as he shifted her to
her stomach and retied her hands, fastening them to the headboard,
making sure the bindings were loose. When she woke up, she would be
spitting mad, and he couldn’t let her hurt herself.

Placing three pillows
strategically near her side, he slid the blindfold over her eyes
and tied it in the back, then spread her legs and settled in behind
her on his knees with the lube, plug and flogger in easy reach.
Reaching down, he ran his hands over the perfectly rounded curves
of her ass, smiling as she moaned and pushed into his caress. He
fondled her a bit more, his fingers trailing over her puckered hole
lightly, drawing another groan. Satisfied, he raised her hips,
shoved the pillows beneath her stomach, and leaned in to tongue her
pussy.

She pushed against him, obviously
still asleep as he lapped at her cream. It tasted like honey and
musk--a smell and taste intrinsic to Charly. He could never get
enough. As she began to move in time to his tongue, he withdrew,
positioned his cock against her pussy and then thrust in. His brain
shut down the second her walls massaged him.

He could tell the second she fully
woke; her body tensed, but still she moved against him.

“
What the hell, Nate?” her
voice was angry, a little bit scared, and he knew she was referring
to the blindfold, not the fact he was balls-deep in her.

“
No more talking, Charly,”
he warned, smacking her lightly on the ass, before settling his
hand on the small of her back. “You agreed to this when you walked
through the door. Nod if you understand.”

Her head slowly dipped, her blonde
hair spilling over her shoulders.

“
Now, head down, between
your hands.”

A shudder wracked her before she
complied; her body went liquid beneath him. A small part of his
brain cheered at her surrender, despite the fact every extra drop
of blood in his body was currently in his dick.

He pushed into her slowly, going out
of his mind at the way she fit him perfectly, like she’d been made
for him ... and he for her. Then he pulled out and grabbed the
flogger.

“
Nate,” she groaned, just as
he’d known she would.

“
Did I give you permission
to speak?” he growled, though he was smiling as he did
it.

She shook her head and murmured
no.

“
Then you must be punished,”
he said.

He slapped one cheek lightly with the
flat of his hand, then the other. She stayed stubbornly silent, not
even a flinch or a moan in response, so he continued spanking her;
each slap of his hand was a mere whisper against her flesh, until
her body revealed her true wants.

When she arched into his touch, he
pulled away, stood and walked to the head of the bed. Still holding
the flogger, he lifted her blindfold. She blinked in response for a
moment; her eyes seemed shockingly blue against her skin. Then she
focused on the red flogger, the neon-pink plug and the tube of
lube. Her cheeks flushed as her mouth opened slightly, breath
rushing through her lips. But still she said not a word.

“
Good girl,” Nate said,
stroking the velvety suede of the flogger over her lips, her cheek.
In the air, he could actually smell her arousal.

He saw the moment comprehension
entered her eyes; a naughty gleam sparked in them.

“
It’s very pretty, Nate. But
I don’t think whips are my gig.”

He smiled in response, making sure the
expression was all teeth. She’d opened her mouth for one express
purpose: to be punished with each of the toys on display. He
wouldn’t disappoint her.

“
Now Charly,” he tsked
before reaching over to slide the blindfold back down. He ran the
handle of the flogger over her lips, pushing it just past the rim
of her lips. “You know what you just did.” He didn’t make it a
question.