Restrained and Willing (14 page)

Thank God for their cook, Doris. A more loving, nurturing
woman you’d be hard-pressed to find. No children of her own, she’d attempted to
become Pierce’s mother figure.

So was it any wonder her nurturing nature had been passed on
to him, strongly evident in the way he reverently went about sexually
disciplining his women? Or the fact he’d chose this particular sexual path?

A man able to fulfill a woman’s darkest fantasy with the two
gentlest hands a strong, sexy man could be blessed with.

When those large, marvelous hands splayed lightly over her
smoldering butt, reminding her of Pierce’s earlier discipline, her
concentration zeroed in on a new target.

“How do you feel now?” The deeply rumbled question flowed
tenderly over her.

“Nearing the comatose stage. It’s hard to fathom why some
intelligent woman hasn’t snagged you up by now, using whatever means necessary.
A lifetime of this kind of treatment would be a female’s dream come true.”

His low chuckle set free a cage of butterflies in her tummy.

“You’d be surprised, perhaps even shocked, at the lengths
some members of the fairer sex have gone to. But I’m not interested in talking
about other females. My sole interest at this moment is you, Heather. My
irrepressible, amazingly responsive, lovely brat.”

The compliment went straight to her heart. Melted the
life-sustaining organ as if it were soft vanilla taffy on a 120-degree day.

He gently cupped both ass cheeks and began a light rhythmic
rub and glide that had her moaning in pure unadulterated bliss.

She hadn’t even realized she’d arched her backside in
unconscious invitation until she felt his thumbs dip and glide along the
sensitive inner crevice, one of them skimming over her tightly ruffled back
entrance. She shied away, the move purely instinctive, until her pelvic bones
reconnected with the soft towel beneath her.

The pad of a thick thumb made another whisper-soft pass over
the exact same spot.

With nowhere to retreat, better prepared, Heather let her
body go limp and opened herself up to the surprisingly pleasant sensation. It
hadn’t been fear that caused her retreat. It was the unexpected flirt of
pleasure.

An encouraging glide and squeeze of her backside was her
reward. “That’s it, love. Let that inquisitive nature of yours take over. Trust
your natural instincts.” Another light, full-handed compression of her backside
with a subtle spread of her cheeks. “Trust me.”

“It’s not you. It’s me. The newness of what you’re about to
do.” She trusted Pierce implicitly. He’d always been her subconscious safe
haven. Even while away at college or in New York, a single thought of him
anchored her, helped her through whatever turmoil she happened to be going
through at the time. The man was a rock-solid presence in her mind. In her
heart. “You’ve always had my trust, Pierce. You always will.”

“A precious gift I will never take for granted.”

The soft press of his lips at the juncture of her neck and
shoulder ignited a fan of tingles over her body.

“Take your time. Let me know when you’re ready to continue.”
The whole time, his hands never ceased their gentle manipulation of her flesh.
The small of her back, her waist, down her hips, across her upper thighs,
returning to her ass, where he paused for long, luscious moments of soothing
indulgence.

Heather sighed in appreciation. It was time to listen to her
body. Pierce had never hurt her. Never would. He’d make this experience as
memorable as all the rest.

Heather took a deep breath. Shut down the cautious portion
of her mind. “I’m ready. No, not just ready. I want this.”

“Your wish is my command.” A warm stream of breath flowed
over her back a second before soft lips grazed the top of each butt cheek.
Feathered over nearly every inch of her ass. Not even the unexpected glide of a
warm tongue several inches down the crease of her ass that stopped short of her
anus pulled her from the mystical world of sensation he was building.

Heather moaned. “Don’t stop.”

A soft chuckle met her breathy demand. “A request I’m more
than willing to grant.”

Pierce smiled down at the shapely, pliant woman before him.
God, she was so damn beautiful. The honest-to-goodness all-natural kind. Inside
and out. The fact that she didn’t constantly bemoan or try to hide what nature
had dealt her, like too much tit, too much hips, too much ass. Hell, he
couldn’t remember her ever perming her hair because she wanted curly instead of
poker straight. A bunch of feminine nonsense which amounted to nonexistent
flaws from a man’s standpoint made her even more appealing to him.
Rough-and-tumble girls didn’t aspire to one day be arm candy. When they grew
up, they didn’t care if their makeup wore off or their hair got mussed and they
brought those rough-and-tumble ways with them, right into a man’s bed. God love
them. Especially his own little brat.

And her trust wasn’t the only precious gift she was giving
to him today. That he’d be the first to penetrate and make love to her tight,
high, jack-off-inspiring ass was another.

“If we’re going to do this right, I want you on your knees
at the end of the lounger. Scoot down.”

True to her nature, once she’d committed, she acted. She
rose to all fours and moved down immediately.

He slid his hands down her ass and placed them on her inner
thighs. “Spread yourself as far as you can.” Guided by his slight pressure, she
opened to his satisfaction.

“From this moment on, I won’t be denied anything, any part
of your lovely body. Acknowledge.”

“Yes, Pierce.”

He made one last gentle pass of his hands over her entire
body from top to bottom, for his pleasure and hers and to test for any
lingering tenseness. There wasn’t any.

He picked up the lubricant.

Applying more to his free hand and a small slow drizzle down
the crack of her ass, he set the bottle aside. He divided the liquid between
his hands and ran his fingertips over the part of her that would now have his
undivided attention.

He was in no hurry. There was no need to rush. He intended
to enjoy every ticking second of breaking her in to this new experience.

“The objective is immeasurable pleasure. Enhanced by a
measure of pain. Never pain on its own. If after a few seconds, something truly
hurts, you’re to tell me immediately.”

“Understood, Pierce.”

“Good girl,” he said as he grabbed his towel, quickly folded
it, dropped it to the ground and knelt behind her. “Now take a deep breath and
give your body over to me.” When she did as she was told, he gave her right ass
cheek an encouraging pat.

He settled his hands on her two generous globes and spread
them wide, keeping his fingertips at the edges of her puckered back entrance.

Bending his head, he made a foray with his tongue down her
fully exposed crack, lightly grazing over her anus, noting the slight hitch in
her breath before he continued down to drive his tongue deep inside her pussy.
It entered with ease.

She moaned and canted her hips back for deeper penetration.
Her wet willingness a sign she was still excited and accepting.

He coated his taste buds with her sweet, earthy essence. She
tasted so fucking good. Had he not committed to another path, he would’ve
lingered longer.

He pulled out of her pussy for a hard, slow ride back up her
crack.

“Nooo.” She raised her hips until she could go no farther,
probably realizing it was useless because he was the one in control. A lesson
that would eventually be implanted in her brain.

On this pass, he rode his tongue very, very slowly up with
more pressure, swirling around the darkened circle of flesh before continuing
on. She had an ass made to be manhandled, pleasingly round, firm, yet pliable
with a natural deep crevice. He wasn’t a fan of skinny asses. He liked a bit of
cushion between his hips and the backside he was riding hard and fast, and from
where he was kneeling, Heather had a very ride-able ass.

He paused to take in the spectacular sight of her willing
exposure.

He couldn’t count the times he’d fantasized about fucking
this ass with fingers, toys and cock, his throbbing cock presently protesting
because it wouldn’t be the object doing the honors today or the next few times
for that matter. Breaching a woman’s ass was something to be savored. A
prolonged sweet journey, resulting in maximal pleasure. For both of them. Most
especially for Heather so she’d want it again and again and again. Anytime the
mood struck him. Because he knew once he’d taken her there, no power on earth
could keep him from going back to that sweet little orifice. Experiencing the
feel of her contractions when her orgasm hit and she clamped around his
throbbing dick just before he filled her with his hot cum.

As he ended the thought, he pressed the tip of his pinky
finger against the tight ring of muscle until he slipped inside, not even up to
the first knuckle, with next to no resistance. A lot of men would start with
their thumbs. He believed in building up in unhurried, easy increments. Less
stress. More pleasure. More playtime for him. A connoisseur of fine wine or
good food didn’t guzzle or wolf down. He savored. And Pierce considered himself
to be a connoisseur when it came to a woman’s body.

He stayed at that depth for a short time, rotated, teased,
before invading her warm tunnel incrementally deeper. Repeated his toying,
taking in every twitch, every sigh, watching for the slightest sign of
encouragement to continue. The silent permissions came quicker and quicker and
it wasn’t long before he was all the way in. He stayed there for an extended
time, enjoying the heat, the feel of her tender tissue, the scent of her
climbing arousal wafting up from her wide-open pussy before he initiated a
methodical retreat and forage.

“Damn. That feels awesome.” Her words rode a soft sigh of
pleasure accompanied by the uninhibited motion of her hips as she synced to his
rhythm.

Any lingering worry of spending many enjoyable future hours
fucking and toying with Heather’s fabulous ass apparently wasn’t going to be an
issue.

Hooyah!

With Pierce’s finger gliding in and out of her ass, Heather
couldn’t think now why she’d ever had the slightest reservation of allowing
that part of her body to be sexually explored. It had always seemed way too
intimate an act. Or maybe she’d merely been saving the experience of anal sex
to share with someone special. A man who’d understand and nurture her deeply
hidden desire for sexual discipline. Someone she trusted not only with her
body, but with her whole heart.

Pierce’s pinky, slick with lube, felt so damn terrific
riding past sensitive nerve endings and tender tissues, she knew it would only
get better. She was certain it was his pinky by the folded-back position of his
other fingers and she couldn’t wait until he graduated her to his remaining
digits. A sure thing, since the butt plug he’d brought out was a bit larger
than his nice thick thumb.

Knowing full well she’d be putting her most intimate parts
on even more observable display and not the least mortified, she lowered and
crossed her arms, dropped her head and rested her cheek against one forearm,
resulting in a higher lift of her backside.

“Damn.
Beautiful
doesn’t do justice to how you look
to me at this moment. Totally exposed. Willing to accept anything I want to do.
And God, that spectacular pussy of yours. Pink and glistening in anticipation
as I pump my finger into your luscious ass.” As he spoke, his free hand stroked
over and kneaded the globes of her backside.

Her heart warmed at the obvious appreciation in the deeply
murmured praise.

He drove in deeper, pressing harder.

“Ummm. That feels wonderful.” She sighed and pushed her hips
back in acceptance. “More, please, Pierce. I’d like to try more.”

“A request I’m happy to fulfill.” She felt the light brush
of his lips on her hip and felt instant loss at his immediate withdrawal as her
muscles contracted over unfilled space.

Better prepared for what to expect, she drew a deep steady
breath and willed her body to go lax.

A moment later, the press of another finger. The anticipated
initial pressure, the burning stretch followed by a spark of pleasure and the
shock of sinking into her depths in one steady push.

Her head came off her arm several inches as her breath
caught.

Not the slow systematic invasion as before.

“Breathe, darling. Can’t have you passing out on me at this
early stage.” There was a definite smile in the directive that was accompanied
by a light motivating swat on her butt.

She should know by now never to second-guess this man. Then
again, where would the fun be in being with a man whose every move you
anticipated? The one thing she could expect from Pierce was the unexpected.

Deeper. Wider. The pace a bit faster. All different from
before, but so damn good.

“You like having something in your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Why hedge?

She could easily get addicted to this.

“Good. Because I plan on filling it often. Fingers and butt
plugs first. But in three days, when you’re good and primed, it will be my
cock. Buried so deep and pounding so hard into this tight hot orifice that the
only coherent sound to pass your pretty lips will be my name when I bring you
to a screaming orgasm.”

Heather wasn’t intimidated in the least by the carnal
threat. In fact, she couldn’t wait for it to happen. She loved the slight burn,
the mild pain that morphed into a tingly warm pleasure that radiated straight
to her pussy. It stood to reason, the bigger the object, the greater the reward
and she couldn’t wait to experience the anticipated pain-pleasure when he
rammed his big beautiful cock up her ass for the first time and filled her to
the max.