Merediths Awakening (15 page)

“Spread your thighs, Princess,” he instructed, shifting back in front of her. When she did, he dropped to his knees and slid a thick metal bar between her feet, latching it around her ankles with black leather cuffs. The bar held her legs wide open for his touch. The cuffs confined her hands behind her back, offering her breasts as a visual feast.

Tony knelt at her feet, letting his gaze stroke up her body. He knew he’d never seen anything more beautiful, more perfect, than Meredith was in this moment. She was glorious in her nudity, his bindings on her pale skin seemed to underscore the trust he needed so desperately from her. He knew he was in the position of a supplicant, and that’s exactly how he felt. Like he was at her feet begging for her to trust him, to just let go.

He could see the dawning awareness of her own power in her eyes. They’d never put it in words, never discussed the rules of the game, but his Princess was realizing the most profound reality of a Dominant/submissive relationship: as the submissive, she held all the power.

Pressing a kiss to the soft skin just above her neatly trimmed pubic hair, Tony slid around to kneel behind her. He wrapped his hands around her hips, letting his thumbs point like an arrow toward the tempting crevasse between her soft, round cheeks. Laying his lips between her shoulder blades, he began to kiss his way down her spine; slow, sucking kisses he knew sent sparks along sensitive nerve endings. Working around her bound arms, he marked her, leaving small pink love bites on her ivory skin. Scraping his teeth lightly against the small of her back, he absorbed her shudder of pleasure.

When her head dropped back in enjoyment, he placed his tongue at the top of her ass, sliding it down between her cheeks and rimming her tight little petal before she could guess his intent. She yelped against the gag, but pushed back against his tongue as he continued to lave her most intimate parts.

He drew back from her when her legs began to sway and returned to the front, kneeling between her long legs. He looked up at her and smiled. She was stunning in her passion, her silver eyes misty with desire.

Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he took his first finger and dragged it through the trimmed curls on her mound. She made a soft sound against the gag as he slid the digit deeper, and he joined her, moaning his pleasure as her honey coated his finger. Sliding free, he ran his creamy finger over her belly, leaving a damp trail on her satiny skin.

Then, never taking his eyes from hers, he leaned forward to lick the sweetness away.

“Princess,” he rasped, “you taste so damn good. I could spend hours just eating this beautiful pussy.” He looked up at her, cocking his eyebrow. “Would you like that, Meredith? My tongue buried deeply within you. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of this hot body?”

She stood absolutely still except for the shivers that shook her body, so Tony continued. “Answer me, baby, so I can go down between these beautiful thighs of yours.” He brushed his fingers lightly along her inner thighs, and she whimpered again from behind the gag. “Remember, when you want something,” he let one finger trace her outer lip, spreading her rich cream along the sensitive flesh, “when you
need
something, you have to ask.”

Wide-eyed and trembling, she held his gaze and slowly nodded her head. Tony breathed a hot puff of air between her legs, an exhale of relief, before diving in.

Carefully he spread her outer lips, impatient to get to the dewy essence housed deeper. He ran his tongue along her inner labia over and over, long steady stokes, his mouth watering at the nectar of her taste. Meredith’s breath was choppy, but she was silent behind her gag. The room filled with the sound of his feasting, the scent of her passion, as he continued to lick and suck her pussy. Latching onto her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, intensifying the pressure until her composure broke.

She began to scream into the gag, letting herself go in a way she never had before.

Tony knew instinctively that with the gag to muffle her, Meredith would feel free to let loose, to cry out her pleasure. He hoped eventually she would feel free with him with no apparatus to hide behind.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured against her pulsing flesh. “I never want to be without your taste in my mouth.” He pulled away and cupped one big hand over her pussy. “This is mine,” there was a whip of command in his voice, one he couldn’t suppress.

Sliding two fingers deeply into her clutching depths, he decided she was more than ready for the next step in her seduction. In fact, he thought if he waited much longer, she would come whether he’d given her permission or not, and while he relished the idea of punishing her, he knew she wasn’t quite ready yet.

Tony lifted up on his knees so he could press his cheek against her ribs, rubbing over the skin between her breasts, caressing her with his face, his lips, his hair. Steadying her with one hand at the base of her spine, he reached around her to the basket on the table and removed a large, phallic shaped vibrator.

She eyed the flesh-colored device with interest as he sank down again to sit on his heels. He could feel her eyes on him, but he kept his attention focused on what he was doing, stroking through her drenched folds, opening her until he could work the head of the vibrator into her channel. Her moan started low, but quickly rose in volume as he slid the device all the way into her.

When it was fully inside, filling her to overflowing, he attacked her hot little cherry again with greedy lips, and turned the vibrator on low. Famished, he sucked hungrily at her clit. Every time he increased the pressure on her clit, he increased the speed of the vibrator.

Letting his eyes roll up the length of her body, he savored the sight of her breasts, swollen and flushed. Moving his gaze further up, he encountered her seething silver eyes.

She’d sunk her teeth deeply into the ball gag, her face was red with effort, and her expression was nearly panicked.

She was perfect.

“Oh, my sweet, good girl,” he was beyond proud of her. “You’re waiting for me, aren’t you?” He could hardly believe she’d remembered, that she’d been willing to follow his rules even when he didn’t remind her to. “You can come, Princess,” he whispered before surrounding her clit and lightly nipping at it. She exploded before the words had finished vibrating against her flesh. The force of it sent her stumbling back. Tony caught her around the waist, steadying her.

“God, Princess, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come all over my mouth, my lips, my tongue.” He slid the vibrator free and ran his hands up her sides, pausing to plump her breasts, squeezing gently and leaning in to suck at the taut buds of her nipples.

“I’m going to clamp you again, love,” he mumbled around her flesh. “I love the look of these firm little raspberries with my clamps on them.” He reached around her again, this time lifting a black velvet pouch from the basket. Opening the pouch, he let two silver clamps tumble into his hand. He held one up for her to see, and was pleased to see no fear in her eyes, nothing but anxious arousal.

The jewelry was silver, and had white velvet lining the inner surfaces of the clamps.

Again, his goal was to keep her stirred up, not in pain. Dangling from each clamp was a clear, teardrop shaped crystal. Meredith Worthington was known as an Ice Princess, so he would adorn her with icy jewels as he brought her body to a white-hot fire.

While her eyes were caught on the nipple clamps, he leaned in and drew one nipple deeply into his mouth, sucking strongly until she was arching into him, straining so hard he had to steady her again to keep her from collapsing against him. When her whimpers of pleasure turned to low screams, he drew back and pinched her nipple between firm fingers. Drawing it taut, pulling firmly away from her body, he positioned the first clamp just so, and allowed it to close on her waiting nipple. Her shriek of reaction was even more than the gag could muffle, and sent a bolt of scalding arousal straight to his balls.

Pressing one hand against the base of his pounding cock, clamping down on himself through his jeans, Tony quickly set to work on her neglected nipple, savoring her uninhibited reaction as he clamped that one, too.

Moving behind her, he sat on the low coffee table and turned her, pulling her over his knees. He played his fingers over the backs of her thighs, her hips, the panic button clutched tightly in her fist. Her inner thighs were glazed with her honey and the moisture from his mouth.

He grabbed the vibe, turning it back on and running it up and down the backs of her thighs. When she sighed and relaxed slightly against his thighs, he ran it along her ass and down to her slick opening. He moved it in and out slowly, letting the motion slick her up even more. When her hips began rising to meet him he plunged the vibe deeply into her. Reaching once again into his basket of toys, he drew out a paddle. One side was covered with smooth leather, the other with silky fur. He turned her head to face him, showing her the paddle before running the furred side over her quivering ass.

“I need you to let go, Princess.” She stilled, no longer moving. “Meredith, just for tonight, I need you to let go and let me please you.”

*

The soft fur was silky against her skin. The weight of the panic button heavy in her hand. Let go? Meredith hadn’t let go in five long years. There had been no one she could trust enough to allow herself the vulnerability. The vibrator ratcheted up a notch, while Tony massaged her cheeks, sliding his wayward finger between them and pressing against her nether hole. She involuntarily squeezed her ass together.

She felt his lips press into her back, licking along her spine. He kept rubbing his finger back and forth.

She wished she could talk to him, to tell him she didn’t know how to let go. She wanted to explain, for the first time ever, how the ability to let go, to trust that deeply, had been seared out of her by pain and betrayal. She wished he had followed her out of Velvet Ice five years ago, had claimed her and kept her then. Maybe if he had, she could give him what they both needed now.

And, as always, he seemed to understand where her head was, what she needed at this exact moment.

“Shh … baby. It’ll be okay, I promise. Just let me take care of you. I won’t hurt you, Meredith.” He folded her hands more securely around the panic button.

Tony had never judged her. He hadn’t pushed her beyond what she could give. He’d always given her a way out. Taking a deep breath, Meredith pressed her cheek into his thigh, felt the material of his jeans go damp with her tears. She hadn’t even realized she was crying. Rubbing her face against him like a puppy seeking comfort, she stepped off the cliff. She nodded her head. Yes.

Even though she was expecting it, the first solid thwack of the cool leather against her bottom still managed to catch her by surprise. The sting lasted only a second, and was followed by the most delicious warmth as he ran his hand gently over her flushed bottom.

Another smack to her ass, followed closely by three more. Each time his hand would soothe the heated flesh.

“Your ass is so beautiful,” he leaned in and stroked his lips over her painfully sensitive skin. “And even more beautiful when it’s red from my paddle.” He cupped her cheek firmly in his palm, the slight flexing of his hand sent jagged streaks of electricity stinging over both cheeks. Releasing his hold on her, he lifted the paddle again, but didn’t use it immediately. Instead he waited, and the anticipation was almost as excruciating as the contact of the paddle.

When he finally struck, it was faster, harder than before. He let loose a flurry of blows heating her bottom to the fine line between pleasure and pain. He layered the marks, one over another, until she was shrieking against her gag, sure that with just one more blow she’d have to give in, have to use the panic button or explode into an orgasm that just might destroy her. Just when she knew she couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped, stood and maneuvered her to lay face-down on the coffee table.

“My perfect, beautiful Princess,” he whispered, and the deep vibration of his voice made the wall of ice around her heart tremble. Her heart aching, her ass on fire, Meredith didn’t even try to control the tears. He’d wanted her to let go. Well, he’d gotten his wish.

She’d never felt this out of control, not even their first night so many years ago.

She felt the keening cry ripple from her core as he dropped to his knees beside her and lowered his head. Slowly, deliberately, he traced his tongue over each mark on her creamy skin. The pain, the pleasure sent her into a state of frantic, confused arousal.

Already she needed to come again. Just from his paddle, and the hot, wet lash of his tongue on her burning flesh.

She didn’t know how long he ministered to her abused flesh. Time lost all meaning.

There was nothing but the moment, the man, and the scalding pleasure. Eventually, he delved between her cheeks, spreading them open as he toyed with the dark bud there.

“Relax for me, Princess.” His voice was rough, guttural, and she suddenly realized he hadn’t come. He’d brought her up and through the most cataclysmic orgasm of her life, and had totally destroyed her inner guards and protections without taking his own pleasure.

A wide finger probed at her nether opening, slick and cool with lube. “Relax,” he repeated, and though his voice was gentle the command was still there. Meredith closed her eyes tightly for a moment. He’d pushed her past so many barriers already tonight, she felt like she’d been stripped bare all the way to her soul. The question was, could she give him even more?