Restrained and Willing (15 page)

She didn’t have to ask for the next largest digit. Nor the
next. A good thing since she seemed incapable of coherent speech. But she was
damn good at moaning and groaning as he graduated her until he finally filled
her with the superb girth of his thumb.

“Yes.” She finally managed to gasp as her channel stretched
to accept the thicker digit and he sunk to the base. Not as long as the others,
but oh so wonderfully wider.

As his fingers escalated in width, so did her cravings as
she luxuriated in the now-anticipated burning pleasure.

He pressed harder, the remaining fingers fanning over her
ass when he began a slow, tortuous rotation.

She pressed her hips back, wanting, needing more. Everything
that nice thick digit had to offer.

He pumped. Setting an uncompromising steady rhythm that
touched her core.

She gasped. Her breaths escalated. Her pussy throbbed. Holy
crap. She didn’t think it possible from just having him fuck her ass with his
fingers, but she was on the brink of orgasm.

“Hurt?” He let up slightly.

“Nooo. Don’t back off.” The plea stuttered through heavy
breaths. “I think I might…I’m going to…”

He completely withdrew.

“Pierce, No! Damn you. You can’t stop now.” She whipped her
head around to glare at him.

“Oh, but I can, since I’m the one in charge. You’ll come
when I’m good and ready to grant you that privilege and not before.”

Was he fucking kidding?
A derisive thought she kept
to herself when seeing his sexually sinister smirk that telegraphed a
resounding
No
. He was dead serious. Bastard!

“And that demanding little outburst. Tsk. Tsk.” He swiveled
his head from side to side. “Very, very disrespectful.”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted with as much sincerity as she could
muster. She knew she’d screwed up, but wasn’t above saying anything if there
was the tiniest chance he’d continue what he’d been doing.

He pinned her with an assessing look. “Hmmm, I doubt that.”
He smiled. “Even if you were, I’m afraid it’s too little too late.”

“But—”

He held up a hand.

She closed her lips. Partly because of his clear-cut
gesture. Partly because of the sight of that nice plump glistening thumb she
wanted stuffed back into her ass.

“Who’s in charge? Who is your master?”

“You are.” She sighed. She couldn’t lie. He’d made that
crystal clear from the start. Something she’d wanted, but seemed so much easier
to adapt to in her fantasies.

“So you’ve learned that much.”

“I have, Pierce.”

“Along with the proper way to address me, I see.”

“Yes, Pierce.”

“So you know why I can’t let your behavior slide. Why you’ll
be punished.”

Since it was more statement than question, she didn’t bother
answering. She dropped her gaze as disappointment settled over her, putting a major
damper on the orgasm she’d anticipated moments earlier. Well, this sucked the
big
cojones
.

He nudged a finger under her chin, prompting her to meet his
gaze. “Don’t look so glum, brat. I won’t discipline you this minute. Not when
we have unfinished business,” he said as he straightened. “Relax while I wash
my hand.” He smoothed his clean one over her back, across her backside and down
her thigh, giving it a pat before walking toward the shower unit.

Hope bloomed. Okay, no more fingers. That still left the
butt plug. She lowered her upper body on a contented sigh, rested her cheek on
her crossed arms and watched him. He had the most magnificent tight ass.
Tightly strung tendons and muscles flexed as he walked, his gait unhurried. And
those thigh and calf muscles…yum. She closed her eyes, capturing the sight of
his retreating form against her eyelids.

The sound of water running drifted back to her, the air
around her heavy with her own musk of desire as she became absorbed in her
fantasies.

She couldn’t wait until it was her time to have control of
his body. She knew it wouldn’t include playing
Mistress
to his
Master
.
She didn’t want to dominate him. She only wanted to explore every inch of his
strong, healthy body. Kiss and lick her way over every enticing masculine
ripple, valley and bulge on his rock-hard, six-foot-one frame. And spend extra
time on one bulge in particular. The one between his thick thighs.

She opened her eyes and was treated to that particular
bulge’s rod-straight beauty, jutting skyward from a thick nest of springy black
hair as Pierce made his way back to her. From her angle, his cock grew larger
and larger the closer he got and all she could think about was how she wanted
to raise her head, open her mouth and await its arrival. Suck it into her mouth
and consume the entire luscious length until it hit the back of her throat and
suck him off until her mouth filled with his creamy thick cum. But she knew
better. He hadn’t given her permission, and never having been seriously
disciplined by him yet, she didn’t want to risk adding to her punishment
without knowing what to expect.

When he reached the side of the lounger, he gave her thigh a
light backhanded swat. “Back on all fours, babe.”

She rose. Watched as he slathered lubricant on the butt plug
and then drizzled some down the crack of her ass.

By the time the lube meandered down between her cheeks,
slithered past her tender back hole and over her pussy opening, he’d wedged his
hand between her thighs to capture the drippings in his palm.

He cupped her sensitive sex.

A moan of pleasure slipped past her lips. He didn’t pause
for a little play. Instead, he drew his hand upward, painting a wide line of
the cool liquid from her ultra-sensitive anus to the base of her spine.

“Take a deep breath,” he instructed as he used the same hand
to push her left cheek aside, giving him maximum access.

The puckered ring twitched in eagerness. The firm little toy
was going to be so much better than any of his fingers. Longer, thicker at the
base. She shivered and her inner muscles fluttered in needy anticipation.

“I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.”

Wait. Painless? Wasn’t that the object of this whole
exercise? Pain with pleasure. Something wasn’t right. Something was different.
Something in his voice…

The tip of the butt plug pressed against her sphincter.

She clenched.

His voice. That’s what was different. The inkling of
something not quite right she’d picked up on. Where before it was nothing but
raw sensuality, his tone now seemed more…for lack of a better word, clinical.

“Stop thinking. Concentrate on what I’m doing,” he said with
an element of sternness, as if picking up on her thoughts. “How it makes you
feel.”

He pressed with even, steady pressure, hesitating on
occasion to let her get used to the graduated girth of the implement he was
planting in her ass. Slender at the top, the beginning portion was easy, but
took more of her concentration as it passed the thickness of what her ass had
been introduced to previously. He stopped. Pumped a few times, acclimating her
in small degrees. Making it nearly painless.

Not what she wanted. She wanted to feel more burn, more
pain. Experience a taste of the pleasure that inevitably followed.

She rocked back in need, only to be held in place by an
added firmness of the hand holding her butt cheek.

An obvious warning she was not to move. Not to force his
hand in any manner.

Her neck muscle corded around a screech of protest, the
stern reprimand he’d issued too fresh in her mind. Not that she’d swear never to
voice a verbal protest again. She was too independent a woman not to at some
point.

He eased the plug in deeper.

She clenched her teeth. The same damn pace.
Argh!
Only a light rocking back and forth. No twisting, playing, sensual teasing. Oh,
how she wanted to rail against their loss. But she wouldn’t because she knew
she’d brought this on herself. A form of punishment for her disrespect. Even
knowing that, she felt the frustration all the way to her bones.

Then the fatter base pressed against her straining opening,
giving her a spark of hope. Maybe—

Ahhh, yes.
A little more stretch. A little more burn.

She cleared her thoughts, her total focus on the newly
building sensations that flowed over her aching pussy with the gentleness of an
incoming tide.

Okay, slower here might not be so bad. She whimpered in
anticipation.

He seated the fattest portion in one solid shove.

She gasped, unprepared for the unexpected pinch of pain, the
sizzling burn as her anus spread wide, then snapped closed over the toy’s bulb
to clamp down onto a much-smaller section as her abused muscles sucked closed
and came to rest against the thin rectangle stopper.

The tiny flash of enjoyable pain happened too fast. Ended
much too soon to nourish the seedling orgasm she’d begun to feel.

An orgasm she desperately wanted.

Left in a state of throbbing frustration, she scrunched her
eyes shut and bowed her head. Maintained her silence.

But she made a silent promise to earn that orgasm back
before the end of the night or die trying.

Pierce looked down on the slightly trembling body he hovered
over. The reaction not caused by fear or pain, but by sheer determination if
the set of her stiff shoulders were any indication. Apparently he’d driven home
his point.

Looking down at the well-seated purple butt plug between the
sweet mounds of her cheeks, he smiled at the unintended pun. He knew how to
give maximum pleasure and how to withhold it. A small lesson she needed to
learn. A prelude to the bigger, longer-lasting lesson he’d be administering to
those same sweet mounds later when he bent her over and applied a firm palm to
her pale vulnerable flesh. He curled his fingers into a fist to ward off the
beckoning thought and tamped down on the urge to mete out her punishment this
very minute. Feel her sweet pliant flesh become warm beneath his disciplinary
hand.

First rest, then dinner. After that…

He allowed himself one final look at the inviting stem of
the butt plug, wishing it were his pike-stiff cock tucked up inside her virgin
back hole instead and removed his left hand from her ass.

He doubted she knew she wasn’t the only one being punished.

He raised his gaze up her trim waist, rode it up her stiff
spine and placed a light kiss between her rigid shoulders.

“Stretch out.” He laid his hand lightly on the back of her
neck and ran it the entire length of her back to the base of her spine. “Let
your body unwind.” He brushed each of her ass cheeks with his lips and shifted
to sit by her side, giving her room to flatten to her stomach. Though her face
was turned away from him, he caught her muted sigh of disappointment.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes. Fine.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but her
frustration was telegraphing loud and clear.

Little liar.
If he were a real bastard he’d add lying
to her punishment, but taking into consideration this was their first day he
decided to let her off with a mild warning.

He allowed her a minute to pout. “You don’t sound fine.
Don’t ever lie to me again. And I want you to look at me when I’m speaking to
you.”

She turned to face him. Her hair slid over one half of her
face, obscuring her features. Before she could reach to brush it aside, he
moved the thick curtain of brown behind her ear with a gentle finger.

“Now, tell me the truth.”

Her lips flattened momentarily. “I’m frustrated as hell and
I want you to give me an orgasm.”

He held back a grin at the swirl of frustration and more
than a little rebellious determination in her head-on gaze. “Much better.” He
cupped her chin and smoothed his thumb over her rose-petal lips. “And I will.”

“You will?” Her expressive chocolate eyes brightened several
degrees and the corners of her mouth tipped up. He loved her eyes, could drown
in their cocoa depths and expire a happy man.

“After you’ve earned it.”

Her mouth drooped, but she didn’t voice a complaint. A
definite learning step in the right direction.

Tempted to kiss the frown off her face, he distracted
himself by toying with the long silky ends of hair that were spread over her
back.

“You’ve had a pretty busy morning,” he said, stretching out
on his back so their sides touched and the hand closest to her lay over the
crack of her ass, his middle finger resting on the base of the plug. With his
free hand he picked up her hand and pulled until her arm crossed his chest.
“Sleep.” He kissed her forehead and turned his head to look up through the
waning light streaming through the glass panels of the enclosure.

He closed his eyes. “You’ll need your strength later, since
I doubt you’ll be getting much rest tonight.”

Heather moaned. Her eyelids fluttered open as she
instinctively pushed back her hips to better meet the light stimulation of the
butt plug.

Propped up on one elbow, his fingertips lightly manipulating
the plug in a barely there roll, Pierce smiled down at her.

“Time to go in.” He lightly tapped the toy in rapid
succession, sending a soft vibration through her sensitive tissues. “You head
for the shower while I gather our things.”

“You’re not showering with me?” She didn’t bother to hide
her disappointment, determined to give him the honesty he’d requested.

He shook his head and released the toy. “No. Indulge in a
little fussing. I have some preparations to make and want to get dinner
started.”

At the mention of dinner, her stomach rumbled. She grinned
sheepishly.

He chuckled, gave her a playful swap on the ass and stood in
one lithe masculine move.

The man was poetry in motion. All sun-bronzed, inflexible
muscle and flawless coordination. Her hormones sang in appreciation. She could
spend hours just looking at the man. Well, maybe not only looking. Touching,
licking, sucking…

Her gaze dropped to between his legs where his dick spiked
up along a thin dark trail of hair, the plump head hiding his navel.

She licked her lips.

A finger beneath her chin raised her gaze to his perceptive
one.

“Bank that tempting thought, sweetheart. Tonight is all
about you.” He pushed the tip of his thumb past her lips and slowly fed it into
her mouth. “Tomorrow—”

She sucked, thrilled when his eyes momentarily drifted shut
and he stopped talking.

“Witch.”

She released his thumb on a noisy exiting suck, shot him an
impish grin. That she held sway over this powerful man on any level was
nourishment for her feminine ego.

“Be careful what you wish for. You may get more than you can
handle. There’s no denying you have an above-average talent for sucking cock.”

She angled her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. “Do I
detect an underlying complaint?”

He pushed air past his lips. “Nope. A small disclaimer. The
playing field shifts when you’re not the one in charge. Like the rest of your
luscious body, I intend to put that sweet mouth of yours through its paces.”

“Is that a threat or a challenge?”

“Just a fact.”

“You do—”

He kissed her hard and fast. “Get going.” He grabbed up the
towels and headed toward the house. “You have an hour. Then present your fine
naked ass down to the kitchen,” he called back over his shoulder.

Heather hesitated long enough to appreciate the view of his
fine
ass until it disappeared beyond the sliding glass doors. Mindful of the butt
plug, she tentatively rolled over and stood. Took a few tentative steps. It
felt a bit odd. Not unpleasant. More a heightened awareness of newly stretched
and sensitive tissue. A constant titillating reminder of the man who put it
there and thoughts of what was yet to come.

She was up to taking anything he tossed her way. Not only up
to it, looking forward to it.

With a spring in her step, she padded over the smooth
concrete patio into the house, paused to glance toward the kitchen where Pierce
was busy pulling a couple of steaks from the fridge and placing them on the
counter. Some salad fixings followed.

A man who could fuck a woman’s brains out
and
cook.

What more could a female ask for?

Heather smiled as she veered off down the hall and headed
for the second floor, looking forward to a nice long soak. The walk up the
stairs was another new and interesting experience, the gentle rub of the sex
toy wedged inside her a reminder of how it’d gotten there and the deliciously
devious man who’d inserted it.

By the time she hit the marble floor in the master bath,
filled the oversized tub and sank into the welcoming warmth of the water, she
was in a mild state of sexual arousal and figured she’d be that way until the
plug was removed.

Tricky bastard.

She expelled a long breath, leaned her head back against the
rim of the tub and closed her eyes.

God, she loved Pierce to distraction. Wanted him with every
fiber of her being.

She damn well
was
his perfect match and before they
left this beautiful little hideaway, she’d strive to make him realize it too.

Pierce didn’t have to turn to know when Heather entered the
kitchen. He could sense her presence. It had always been that way. An awareness
that seemed to grow stronger once she’d blossomed from a girl to a woman. A
level of connection he’d never experienced with any other female. A bond he’d
steadfastly ignored.

Until now.

He was beginning to realize he’d overlooked a lot of things
that might’ve deserved a bit more attention.

“Anything I can do?”

The slight huskiness in her voice drew him around. The sight
of her nearly took his breath away. She stood naked and proud in the archway,
her lightly tanned skin still holding a hint of rosy glow from her warm bath,
she was a vision right out of any man’s jack-off-to fantasy.

“Yeah. You can bring your gorgeous body over here and give
me a kiss.” He opened his arms.

A contented look on her pretty face, she glided over to him,
slid her arms around his waist and tilted her face up.

He embraced her, pressing her full breasts securely against
his bare chest, her naked lower half against the soft denim of the well-worn
jeans he’d put on after his quick shower in one of the downstairs bathrooms.
The five-inch difference in their heights made them meld together in all the
best places.

Eager to kiss her, he fused his lips to hers for an
unhurried probing foray of her mouth. His tongue tingled from the minty
aftertaste of her mouthwash as he swiped along her teeth and the pliant insides
of her cheeks.

When they broke apart, their breaths mingled in intimate
breathy puffs.

He buried his face in her soft, feathery hair and inhaled
the pleasing scent of the honeysuckle conditioner she was so fond of. She
smelled good enough to devour. And he would. Every adorable inch of her tempting
body. Later. After her punishment.

“How about pouring us a couple of sodas while I grab the
steaks off the grill?”

She nodded as he snatched up a plate and headed outside.

When he returned, the drinks were on the table and she was
seated, her lower half hidden by the table. He might’ve been disappointed if
not for the fact he still had a great frontal view of her delectable tits with
their perky deep-rose nipples that fairly begged to be adorned with the clamps
he’d brought for just that purpose. One of the fantasies in her diary he
intended to fulfill sooner rather than later. Among many others during this
little getaway.

He plated the food, set hers in front of her, pressed a
light kiss to her temple and took the seat at the head of the table, smiling
when she dug in right away.

“Ummm. Delicious. Cooked just the way I like it.”

Of course it was. He’d seen her eat enough steaks over the
years to know she liked them medium rare. In some ways, being with her was much
easier than dating someone entirely new. The time he normally spent on
discovering what a woman liked or disliked on a basic level, he already knew
about Heather. Along with many of her erotic preferences thanks to the details
in her diary. The insight allowed him to move forward faster than he would have
otherwise. A good thing, since all he wanted to do was sweep the table of all
the dishes, toss her up on the cool surface, spread her wide and fuck her into
oblivion.

Any other time, with any other woman, the slipping of his
usual iron-clad control probably would have bothered the hell out of him.
Tonight he couldn’t seem to muster up the energy to care.

They ate in companionable silence for the most part. The
times they did talk, he kept it light, generic, purposely avoiding any sexual
inference. He could tell by her occasional sideway glances and the confusion
swirling in her expressive eyes that she was trying to figure out why he wasn’t
touching her, taking advantage of her readily available nakedness.

He held back a grin, knowing it wouldn’t be long before her
impatience got the best of her.

A frustrated sigh tipped him off. She set her fork down.
“Why aren’t you touching me?”

He leaned back, cocked an inquiring eyebrow. “Why do you
think?”

Her next sigh was weighty with resignation. “Part of my
punishment.”

She sounded so dejected he had to hold back from taking her
into his arms and kissing away her obvious disappointment.

“Don’t sound so sad. It’s not a permanent state of affairs.”
He cupped her chin and strummed his thumb over the round stubborn tip. “This
relationship is based on earning. Whether pleasure or pain. Ultimately, the
choice is yours.” He chucked her under the chin, pushed back his chair and
stood. “How are you dealing with the butt plug? Comfortable?”

“A little awkward at first, but—”

“But? Truth,” he reminded when she hesitated.

“I wasn’t sure I was going to like it all that much, but it
feels good. Makes me want…more.”

“The exact reaction I was hoping for. You have a beautiful
ass, Heather. Made for fucking. I can’t wait to feed my hard dick into your
snug little hole. Fill it full until you scream your pleasure.”

Her eyes lit. “When?”

He softly flicked the end of her nose. “Patience, love.
Sometimes, half the fun of reaching a destination is the journey there.”

She crinkled her nose.

He chuckled. “I’ll toss the dishes into the dishwasher, then
I need to run upstairs and grab a few things. If you need to freshen up, now
would be a good time.” He canted his head toward the small restroom at the
entrance to the hallway. “I’ll meet you in the family room. Don’t keep me
waiting too long.”

In the small powder room, which wasn’t actually all that
small by normal standards, Heather broke open a new toothbrush and quickly
brushed her teeth, but remained in the bathroom until she no longer heard any
noise from the kitchen. She needed a few minutes to gather herself.

She stared at her reflection in the large oval mirror. She’d
be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous. There was no doubt she wanted
to be disciplined beneath Pierce’s large, strong hand, but she had a feeling
the reality was going to be degrees more intense than all the fantasies she’d
conjured over the years while fingering herself to orgasmic bliss. She took
several deep breaths, and feeling more centered, left the marble and
ceramic-tiled room to tread softly down the hall.

Night was descending, the fading sunlight streaming through
the windows and stained glass panels, lending a soft orange glow to the muted
lighting in the room that lent a rich warm radiance to the cherry paneling.
They were the only features in the room she noticed before her gaze became
fixated on the man standing in the center of the room, all broad shoulders,
hard muscle and serious intent. A sculpted god encased in hugging black leather
from trim waist to ankles.

“Come.” Pierce held out his hand.

The thought of refusing never entered Heather’s mind as she
took the steps that put her directly in front of him and slipped her hand into
his firm, encompassing grip.

He kissed the back of her hand, dropped it and framed her
face between his palms.

“Since this is your first discipline session, I won’t be
excessively harsh, nor will I be overly gentle. More to see what you can
handle. How you and your body react.”

Heather ran her tongue over her lips, elated when his gaze
followed the movement. “Okay.”

He brushed the shorter sides of her hair behind her
shoulders, pressed his lips lightly to hers. The tenderness of the gesture
nearly took her to her knees. “If it becomes too much, you’re to tell me immediately.”

“I will.” She nodded for good measure.

“One other thing. I’m going to blindfold you.”

Blindfold her? That was a surprise. Should she ask why?
Merely accept the fact?

“Turn.” A steady hand on her hip guided her.

“I’m covering your eyes so your sole focus will be on the
discipline without any outside stimuli. That way I’ll know every reaction you
have is pure. Related only to what you’re experiencing at the moment.”

“Thank you for explaining. I wasn’t sure I should ask.” She
glanced back over her shoulder, gave him a tentative smile.

He brushed her cheek with his knuckles. “It’s okay to ask.
Over time, it won’t be necessary. You’ll instinctively know what’s expected.”

Another reference to a future relationship for them. Her
heart gave a little bounce for joy as she wondered if he even realized what
he’d implied.

“For now, if you don’t ask and I feel you need to know
something, I’ll explain.” He guided her around to the back of the large black
chair she’d sat in earlier, which had been moved away from the fireplace,
leaving a good amount of free space behind it. He bent and drew out what
amounted to a small step from the base. “Step up, drape yourself over the back
and place your hands on the seat cushion.”

She positioned herself and realized the small step
conveniently put her pussy at level with his cock.

“Perfect.” He went to the front, slid his hands down the
sides of the seat and came up with two wrist restraints and Velcro-ed the thick
leather bands to her wrists. After checking to make sure the bonds weren’t too
tight, he withdrew the blindfold he’d apparently had tucked into the back
waistband of his tight pants and covered her eyes.

Her world went midnight.

Her breathing sounded overly loud in her ears. Reality? Or a
product of the heightening of her other senses? Whatever the reason, the
audible rough sound of her respirations had nothing to do with apprehension. A
shiver blanketed her body.