Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

Straightening, he speared her with his eyes. “Do not touch me unless I tell you to.”

“Okay,” she said, almost breathless from that searing kiss.

“No.” He rested his finger on the tip of her nose. “The answer is ‘yes, Morgan.’ Clear?”

“Yes, Morgan.”
Oh my god, this man is hot.

Reaching up, he took hold of the chains and shook them. “These are for you,” he said, taking one of her wrists and lifting her arm. He fumbled with the chain, and then she felt something like leather wrap around her wrist. He tightened it then let loose of her arm. The restraint held her arm high, her elbow slightly bent. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Then he did the same to her other wrist.

She was growing hotter by the second. The sensation of being handcuffed with leather restraints was something she’d never experienced, but it was turning her on faster than if she was using her own vibrator. Her pussy twitched, beginning to cream a bit. With her arms held high, the robe came partially open, revealing one of her breasts. She looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath, knowing it caused her breasts to rise. She was proud of her figure and wasn’t afraid to show it. After all, she may only be five foot three, but she wore a thirty-six DD bra, and her hips matched that curve even though her waist was only twenty-four inches.

Morgan’s gaze dropped to her exposed breast, and he licked his lips. “You have a very luscious body for someone so small,” he said, his voice deep. “I think I may have to sample all of it.” He reached out and placed his hand over her breast, massaging it.

Grace drew in a breath, the heat of his hand almost burning her skin. She pressed forward into his hand.

His gaze lifted to hers, and a smile curled the corners of his mouth. “You like that. Good.” He caught her nipple between his fingers and rolled it, pinching it lightly.

Lightning shot straight from her nipple to her pussy, setting it quivering. Heat flushed through her, setting her on fire.

“Mmm, yes,” he crooned, and then he sighed. “Time to get down to business.” He moved behind her, and his fingers worked at the snaps at her shoulders. “You’re not going to need this.” He tucked his fingers into the back of the collar of the robe and pulled. With one motion, the rest of the snaps gave way, and he ripped the robe from her shoulders. The chains holding her rattled as her body shifted with the force of it.

She gasped, a chilly breeze wafting across her body. Gooseflesh rose on her skin.

“I know it’s cool in here, but you’ll appreciate the chill in a little while,” he said from behind her. His hand smoothed over one cheek of her ass. “Very nice, Grace.”

Grace caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her body was begging to be touched, her nipples puckering into taut little nubs. Standing here, restrained, exposed in front of this man was the most sensual thing she’d experienced. She wanted more of it. It was time she let go and just allow herself to enjoy what this man could do to her. And from the looks of it, he could do a lot.

His hands moved over her body, leaving trails of heat wherever he touched. He made soft noises as he moved around her, touching and tweaking, sometimes giving her a pinch that caused her to suck in a breath. She looked around the room, trying to distinguish the odd shapes she saw in the shadows, but she couldn’t figure them out. When his fingers slid down the cleft of her ass lightly, she moaned.

Morgan chuckled then came around to stand in front of her. He tilted his head. “You’re turned on by this, aren’t you?”

She looked up at him.

“Answer me, Grace.”

“Yes, Morgan.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step back. “You told me that you’ve only had an orgasm once while having sex with a man, am I right?”

“Yes, Morgan.” This seemed to be coming natural for her. Odd but pleasing. She was going to play along with it, see how far it went.

“Do you bring yourself to orgasm? Maybe with a vibrator?” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. I’ll know it.”

She hated to admit it. She’d never told anyone about what she did by herself. But she was a grown woman, and if a man couldn’t get her off, well, she wasn’t going to deny herself. “Yes, Morgan. I do.”

He smiled a knowing smile. “I thought so. Since that is how you usually come, that is how we’re going to start. And I’m going to watch you. And I’m going to help you also.” He placed his finger beside his nose then pointed at her. “Wait. I think you need more of an audience than just me. I’ll be right back.”

What was he talking about? An audience? Who? She tried to look over her shoulder to where he was walking but couldn’t see him. She heard him speaking softly into what must be a phone, and then he returned.

Reaching up, he released her hands from their restraints, bringing her arms down to her sides. “Are you scared?” he asked, pulling her to him.

“No, Morgan, but I—”

“Stop. All I asked for was a yes or no. Nothing more.” Taking her hand, he led her over to what looked like a blow-up lounge chair that was molded into a squashed U shape.

The end of it looked a little strange, but she wasn’t sure what its purpose was. She did see the leather wristband hanging from the side of it and another leather restraint hanging down by the foot end. Was he going to shackle her to the chair?

“Lie down on the lounge, on your stomach,” he instructed.

She looked up at him, wondering what he meant. On her stomach?

With an exasperated look, he took her by the waist and lifted her as if she weighed next to nothing and placed her knees in the crook of the chair. “Scoot up on the chair and rest your chin on the top of it.”

Grace struggled to get in position, having to lie her stomach on the chilly vinyl of the cover. The chair wasn’t very wide, and there was no place to put her arms. Her chin resting on the top edge of the chair, she was able to finally get a little comfortable, but she was still chilled.

“Perfect,” Morgan said, taking first one wrist and securing it with the leather restraint to the side of the chair, then moving to the other side and doing the same with the other wrist. Without being able to brace her upper body, she now rested fully on the chair, her arms locked securely to the sides. Morgan moved down toward her feet and took one ankle. “Spread your legs,” he said.

She tried to do as she was told, spreading her thighs wider. The next thing she knew, he bent her leg and secured her ankle to the side of the chair. Then he did the same to the other one. She was now spread eagle over the chair as if she was riding it. She heard him moving behind her but couldn’t tell what he was doing. She tested the restraints. She was only able to move an inch or so but nothing more. Now at his mercy, she wondered just what he had in mind.

The lock on the door clicked open, the sound travelling to her ears. Her muscles tightened, her body on alert.

Who had just come into the room?

Chapter Three

Morgan struggled with the urge to just snatch Grace up and impale her on his cock.

He glanced at Rodgers then back at the supine form of Grace, lying on the lounge. “We need to get this underway,” he said, moving toward her. He picked up the remote control and hit a button. The leg rest of the lounge began to inflate, curling up between her legs, spreading them further apart. He inflated it to what he thought would be the right position then smoothed a hand over the full ripe curve of her pale ass. “Damn that’s nice.” She quivered under his touch. Leaning down beside her ear, he whispered, “Are you cold, Grace?”

“Yes, Morgan,” she said, answering him as he had asked her to.

“You won’t be cold for long.” He stood. “Rodgers, let’s play.”

Sam Rodgers moved to the other side of the lounge and placed his hands on his hips. “Very nice. She’s a compact little thing.”

Morgan felt his cock swell, thinking about how she would be so easy to maneuver. He could position her anywhere as small as she was. And her curves, they begged to be traced with his hands and his mouth. The time would come soon enough. He slapped her ass with his hand, causing her to jerk. “Grace, Rodgers has joined us. He’s going to help me teach you what it is to bond completely with our staff. First, though, we’re going to see just what it takes to heat you up.” He moved to the front of the lounge and bent down so he could look into her eyes.

Her eyes were wide and liquid brown. Her lower lip was trembling just slightly. He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Do you remember your ‘safe’ word?”

“Yes, Morgan.”

“Do you need to say it?”

“No, Morgan.” She smiled slightly.

“Well then, Rodgers and I are going to watch you, and during this first stage, we may touch you. Or we may not. You’re going to feel the chair moving, and it’s nothing to worry about. All I ask is if you feel like you’re going to come, you have to tell me before you do. Understood?”

“Yes, Morgan.”

She was a fast learner. He was going to enjoy this immensely. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, nipping her lip before he stood up again. “Rodgers, will you prepare the apparatus?”

“All right.” Rodgers opened a small cabinet that was built into the wall and took out a small tube of gel. It was a warming gel that lubricated the seven-inch remote control vibrator that extended from the leg area of the chair. Rodgers slicked the vibrator until it glistened in the dim light. Then he nodded at Morgan. “Ready.”

* * * *

Grace was a little nervous, but she was also intrigued by the whole scenario. She wasn’t sure she liked the fact of Rodgers being present, and she didn’t quite know what the heck the chair was actually going to do to make her want to come. She did like the way Morgan’s eyes burned like fire when he looked at her. He was powerful and controlling and sexier than any man she’d ever met.

The vinyl of the lounge was beginning to stick to her skin, and when she moved, it tugged at her nipples. The feeling was odd but not unpleasant.

Morgan moved to her side, and then she couldn’t see either one of them. She knew Rodgers was on her right and Morgan was on her left.

“Here we go,” Morgan said.

She heard a buzzing sound then the bottom of the chair began to move. The two men placed their hands beneath her hips and lifted slightly from each side, raising her ass a little higher off the chair. Pulling her down a bit, they shifted her. She still had her chin resting on the top of the chair, but now her neck was extended, her back arched.

“Okay, Grace, let’s see how hot you can get,” Morgan said.

Fingers, she wasn’t sure how many, tucked into the cleft of her ass and parted her cheeks as the chair continued to move, humming softly. Then something was pressing against her pussy. Pressing, slick and chilly, and then it entered her with a smooth, slow thrust. She jerked forward as far as she could, which wasn’t much with her wrists and ankles restrained.

“Okay, it’s seated. Now let’s watch,” Morgan said.

She heard them moving at her sides, and then Morgan was in front of her again. He pulled up a small stool and sat right in front of her. “I want to watch you now.” He held up what looked like a remote control and pressed a button.

She sucked in a sharp breath when again the chair began to move, this time whatever part of it that was lodged in her pussy pulling out then immediately thrusting back in. The chair was fucking her! Its movements were slow and rhythmic, the wetness on the shaft of it warming. Grace let her eyelids fluttered closed, the strokes of the chair heating her deepest recesses.

“Oh yes, she’s liking it, Rodgers. Look at her face.”

She opened her eyes partway, gazing at Morgan. Her face was hot, her body growing hotter. She shifted, the restraints tightening on her ankles.

Morgan motioned toward Rodger, who must be still standing at her side. “Get the additional shaft, the slim one. I want to see how she reacts if you add it.” He leaned forward until he was within an inch of her face. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Grace?”