Restrained and Willing (16 page)

“Cold?” The question came from behind her, confirming the
feeling he’d moved.

“Not in the least.”

He drew a light caress down the middle of her back, over one
ass cheek and down her thighs. “I’m going to remove the plug from your ass
before we begin.” His large warm palms encompassed both her bottom cheeks and
he began a kneading motion that made her want to purr and arch her back.

Without conscious thought, she widened her stance, glorying
in her exposed position. She wanted this. Wanted him to have access to every
part of her, visually and physically.

“Beautiful. I love your lack of reserve. A rare quality in
someone new to relinquishing power. It will make your training so much easier
and we can move ahead faster.”

He cupped her exposed sex, slid upward in a slow open-palmed
motion, his middle finger sinking between her aching pussy lips. The
stimulation brought her up on tiptoes. She wanted…needed more. Eager to have
his fingers buried deep inside her, she canted her hips back in a request for
deeper contact.

The request was ignored.

Her moan of disappointment turned to a light gasp when she
felt pressure against the plug wedged deep in her ass.

He didn’t immediately pull it out. Apparently bent on
teasing her, he spread her left ass cheek to the side, gripped the base of the
plug, and with an easy rotation and light surging motion, proceeded to drive
her crazy with need.

“Please, Pierce. I need…”

“I know exactly what you need, love. You want me to shove my
fingers up inside your pink, moist pussy. Fill both your needy openings and
bring you to orgasm.”

“Yes. Yes. That’s exactly what I want.” She knew she sounded
breathless. Desperate. She didn’t care. She pushed her ass back in
encouragement.

“Unfortunately, you’re not going to get it. Your punishment
won’t be linked with reward. This time is about showing you what you gave up by
disappointing me.”

“So not fair.”

A flat palm landed sharply across her ass.

She yelped.

“Not a sound. Unless it’s to tell me you’ve reached your
limit.”

She gritted her teeth, bracing for the next blow. It didn’t
come immediately. Instead, he worked the butt plug again, pulling it to the
verge of extraction and then plunging deep again.

She tried to resist wiggling, she really did, but couldn’t
help wanting to intensify the feeling, bringing her closer and closer to the
verge of orgasm.

She relaxed into the sensual movement. Sweet Jesus. A couple
more pumps and—

He yanked the plug out. Laid a stinging slap onto her ass.

A soft scream pushed past her lips as her sphincter muscles
spread wide and then clenched in protest.

She received another smack on the opposite cheek as a not so
subtle reminder for silence.

Heat spread through her ass, up her back and fanned out to a
duller, more manageable sensation.

Three more smacks followed in quick succession.

She jerked against the wrist restraints, compressed her lips
together.

“Hmmm. Coloring up nicely.” He rubbed over the abused
surface for several long moments as if admiring his handiwork.

Afforded a short break, she assessed her feelings. Yes, it
hurt, but with each fall of his hand, the pain dissipated to pleasure quicker.

Four more. Harder. Spaced out longer.

Her knees weakened. Her sex throbbed. In an unconscious
move, she hiked her butt up.

He chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

She took it as a direct question. “I do. Lord help me, I do.
I wasn’t sure I would.”

“I’m glad. But I doubt you love it as much as I do. I wish
you could see how beautiful it looks.” He placed a kiss on each cheek. “Next
time, we’ll set up mirrors so you can.”

The next blows were harder yet, bringing her nearer to
relief. Almost there. One more would put her over.

He stopped.

Damn him!
It was as if he knew. Hell, he probably
did. He was an expert, after all.

He kept up a steady pace. Fast. Slow. Pain. Whole-body
pleasure.

Never enough to throw her into completion.

Her entire body was shaking. Had it not been for the back of
the chair, she’d have sunk to the floor.

He blanketed her.

The warmth of his body, the hard ridge of his cock brushing
against her sore backside sent a thrill down to her core. She wasn’t the only
one on edge. Though there was little comfort in the thought since he said
there’d be no pleasure for her.

“You look so enchantingly aroused. Do you know your pussy is
glistening? Swollen. Almost as bright red as your magnificent ass.”

She groaned.

“Tsk. Tsk. Sorry, love. That will earn you a few more.
Unfortunate, as I thought we were finished.”

His hand continued to fall until she thought she’d scream
with want. A tiny gasp earned her three more extremely well-placed cracks.

Her ass was on fire, her limbs the consistency of overcooked
asparagus and her breaths puffed past dry lips by the time he announced her
punishment was at an end.

Only he was lying. The spanking wasn’t the punishment. His
denial of pleasure was the punishment. One she wouldn’t soon forget. She was so
damn turned-on, one flick of her clit would send her over the edge.

The same hands that dished out the reprimand now skated over
her body in a soothing rub. Over her burning ass. Up her thighs and then
journeyed back up her back to massage her shoulders.

His tender ministrations took away some of the heat, but not
the need to come. She wanted that more than anything.

“Let’s get you loose.” He came around and undid the
restraints. Rubbed her wrists.

They were probably slightly bruised from all the tension
she’d placed on them. She wanted the blindfold off so badly she almost reached
up to remove the hindering scrap of fabric, catching herself at the last
minute.

“You did well. Better than well. I hadn’t expected you to
take so much your first time. I’m proud of you.” He lifted her chin. Pulled off
the blindfold.

She only had a moment to blink as her eyes tried to adjust
before his lips claimed hers in a sensual kiss she felt to her aching toes.
Aching because of all the hardcore curling she’d done.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She sighed, long and heavy. “Is that a trick question?”

“Nope.”

“Well, my ass feels as if a volcano erupted on it and I’ve
never been more frustrated in my life. How okay is that?”

He laughed, then smashed their lips together for several
blissful seconds. “Sassy as ever, brat. That puts my mind at ease.”

“Humph.”

He tapped her under the chin and returned to his position
behind her. “Can you stand?”

“Sure.”

“Whoa. Easy.” He caught her quickly beneath the arms when
her legs gave out.

He swooped her up against his chest. “To bed with you.”

Pierce glanced regretfully at the wooden panels with the
decorative Xs on them as he carried her toward the staircase. He’d planned on
strapping her down and teasing her unmercifully, but decided that might be a
little much for day one. Besides, she was on the brink and he thought that
might be more torture than she could take.

Hell, more torture than he could take. He knew once he had
frontal access to her puffy pussy lips and the delicious wet heat that lay
beyond, he’d cave and give her the pleasure they both so desperately wanted.

In the bedroom, he executed a slow body-contact glide until
her feet touched the floor, careful to support her the entire way. Once she was
steady, he turned her to face away from him.

He reached around her, whipped the comforter entirely off,
pulled the sheet back and gently said, “Facedown on the bed.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She practically melted
onto the soft sheets.

“Go ahead and get comfortable while I get a washcloth.”

She moaned.

“No touching yourself and no grinding your hips.”

“I swear he has eyes in the back of his head.” He barely
caught her muffled murmur as he entered the bathroom.

As sore and frustrated as she was, now was probably not a
good time for Heather to hear him laugh. But he sure as hell wanted to.

She was such a gem. Feisty and ultra-feminine all rolled
into one curvaceous sexy package. A woman he could fall in love with.
If
he believed in love. Which he didn’t. At least that’s what he told himself as
he ran cool water over a washcloth, wrung it out with more force than was
necessary and headed back to the beautiful, vulnerable female sprawled dead
center in the middle of his oversized bed.

He shook his head. How one small woman could fill up so much
space was beyond him.

He sat down next to her and applied the wet cloth directly
to her beautifully abused backside.

A sigh of appreciation blew past her slightly parted, very
kissable lips. “Awesome.”

He lifted the cloth and kissed each butt cheek. “My exact
thought.”

The statement was met with a soft laugh. She rolled her head
to face him, opened her eyes and smiled.

The small gesture lit her entire face and tugged at some
long-forgotten heartstrings. Shit. Pierce once again had a scary feeling he
wasn’t going to be anxious to cut her loose any time soon.

Pushing that thought to the far reaches of his mind, he
concentrated on the task of eliminating some of the heat from her ass. When he
felt it sufficient enough, he tossed the cloth toward the bathroom door.
Partially dried, the damp rag didn’t make it much past the threshold.

“All done?” Her disappointment came through loud and clear.
“That was just phase one.” He reached into the nightstand drawer and withdrew a
tube and squirted a zigzag trail over the entire back of her body.

She squirmed beneath the application. “That tickles.”

“That’s because you’re highly sensitive and very ticklish.”
He started at her shoulders and neck, rubbing the massage oil in.

“Damn, that feels wonderful. I hadn’t realized how tense I
was.”

“Just relax and let me take care of you.”

“No argument here.”

And she didn’t say another word as he worked her entire body
with firm strokes until he reached her ass and lightened his touch. By the time
he was done with her toes, he wanted to start back up and do it all again with
his tongue.

He forced himself up and off the bed and looked at her face.

She was sound asleep.

Shaking his head, he went to wash his hands. Along the way
he picked the washcloth off the floor, tossed it over the side of the tub and
ran water over another one which he applied to his spiked cock. “Shit,” he
softly hissed. That was cold but didn’t do much good. He passed on a freezing
shower, doubting it would help either. Besides, he was anxious to get back to
Heather.

Before he got into bed, he turned the ceiling fan on low,
knowing she’d appreciate the cool air, and slid in beside her. When he
positioned her so she was half lying over him, her head tucked against his
shoulder, she mumbled something incoherent, then drifted right back off to
sleep.

He lay awake for a while, absorbing her light weight, her
unique fragrance and toying with the damp ends of her hair. He brought a
section to his nose, filled his lungs with the light, lingering scent of
honeysuckle.

He fell asleep rubbing her back and thinking the first thing
they were doing in the morning was taking a shower, where he had every
intention of fucking her Ivy League brains out.

Maybe not all. Maybe only half. He’d fuck the other half
when he had her strapped and completely vulnerable to him on one of the St.
Andrew’s Crosses hidden behind the paneling in the family room.

Morning came with a bang.

Literally.

Pinned against the shower tiles, her hands above her head,
anchored by Pierce’s much-larger, stronger ones, Heather was blissfully heading
for her second orgasm and the man showed no signs of slowing down.
Climax-starved from yesterday’s spanking lesson, she was thanking her lucky
stars she was in love with such a virile guy.

The first climax had come fast on the heels of turning on
the water, he was that anxious to be inside her and she wasn’t about to
complain one bit even if the water had been a bit cold at the onset. A
temporary inconvenience since things had heated up pretty damn fast. A
circumstance that had little to do with the water temperature.

He’d hoisted her up, ordered her to wrap her legs around his
waist and hang the hell on a split second before he reached under her leg and
jammed two of his long fingers up inside her to test her readiness. Oh boy, had
she been ready. The next thing to be stuffed up her was his beautiful thick
dick.

Neither one of them had lasted long.

Both of them out of breath, sucking up nearly all the oxygen
in the misty shower, his forehead pressed to hers, Pierce had tapped some
buttons on the multi-spray panel to make the water cooler and turned on the
rain head.

Under the soft, cooler spray, he’d meticulously soaped her
from head to toe, not missing a single millimeter in between.

She’d never had such a licentious washing in her life.
Better yet, she couldn’t wait to return the favor. But since this was
his
week to lead, she relaxed and enjoyed every wondrous second of being pampered
nearly to death.

A tap on her thigh brought her back to the present. She
darted a glance over her shoulder.

“You’re so tight and wet. I could stay in your warm cunt all
day. Spread your legs a little bit more.”

“You do realize I
played
sports. Didn’t cheerlead for
them. I probably would’ve never made the girlie team anyway as the splits were
something I did not excel at.”

That little snorting laugh men do passed his lips in a rush
of air. “Babe, you’ll be able to
lead
the damn cheering team by the time
I’m through with you. You’ll be that limber.”

The whole time he spoke, he never missed a stroke of the
deep pounding rhythm he’d set. The man could certainly multi-task with the best
of them.

“And you could probably captain the basketball team,” she
countered.

“How so? I played football.” The deep-green pools separated
by his slightly crooked nose teemed with curiosity.

She grinned. “You’ve taken the…
slam-dunk
…to a whole
new level.”

“Smartass.” He released one of her hands long enough to
smack her hip.

“Hey!” It was a tossup whether to be ticked off at him or
giggle. Given the great mood she was in after the megawatt orgasm he’d given
her earlier, the giggling won out. “I’d like to remind you that you did promise
me some
take-charge
time,” she said with a bit of a smirk.

“Is that a threat? Because if it is, I’d like to remind
you
,”
he stroked hard and deep, bottoming out against her cervix, “that it’s only
short-term, and after that, you’ll once again belong to me.” His next
penetration nearly lifted her off the shower floor. “With absolutely no time
restrictions.”

Another hard push put her cheek against the wet marble tile.
“Duly noted, Sir.” The words came out on a high-octave
Umpf
. She loved
the way he filled her so completely. He’d the greatest cock she’d ever
experienced. Long. Thick. Incredibly hard. A woman’s panty-soaking dream. She
could spend two lifetimes being stuffed to the max by him and never complain or
fake a headache. Yeah, she’d admit it. Women were known to do that on occasion.
Even fake orgasms. The why of it still remained a mystery. Most likely to save
the man’s itty-bitty ego. She wished just once, she’d had the guts to say,
You
suck big-time and I don’t mean that in a complimentary way. Grow some balls.
Get
a How to Find a Woman’s G-Spot
book. There are tons of volumes on the issue
readily available.
She’d never dream of faking anything with Pierce. She
wouldn’t need to. Ever. He must’ve read every how-to book about women out
there. Probably wrote a few. He was pure sex on a rock-hard dick.

Her entire body clenched. “Oh…yeah. Don’t stop doing what
you’re doing. I’m almost there.”

“You just love to give orders, don’t you? I’ve every
intention of breaking you of that undesirable habit, sweets,” he said, but
delivered on her request, adding a little upward glide tuck, cruising over her
G-spot, stealing the last pitiful breath from her lungs.

Unable to answer, she gulped in air and closed her eyes.
What was the question anyway? At the moment, nothing mattered but… She canted
her hips back as far as his large, solid body allowed, giving him maximum
access to that all-important little bundle of nerves.

At his next firm, targeted pass, her moan echoed off the
walls in the spacious glass and marble enclosure.

“Cat got your tongue?” The soft chuckle that followed
mingled with her fading moan.

“N… No. Someone’s big dick has my pussy.”

“That someone is me, brat. Say my name. I want to know
you’re clear on who owns you. Every beautiful inch. Especially your sopping,
accommodating pussy.”

She made a concerted effort to open her eyes and look onto
his strikingly chiseled features, the lower half of his face darkened past his
usual neatly groomed five o’clock shadow. “Pierce. Pierce owns me.”

“Never forget it.” He drove into her, making her teeter, her
feet almost slipping out from under her.

Forget? Not likely.
Her eyelids drifted shut.

“Open. I want to see myself in your eyes when I make you
come.”

She forced her eyelids open. Made an effort to focus on his
face. Not easy when her entire concentration was centered much lower, where
they were intimately joined. “I don’t know if I can. I’m so…very close.”

“You can. Look into my eyes. Just
feel
. Give yourself
over to me. Trust I’ll get you there.”

Knowing he’d make good on that promise, she nodded.

“Great. Now, turn your head a bit more so I can kiss you.”

Their lips met in a stormy rush. A storm that built in her
mouth in tandem with the impending one between her legs. Her desperate whimpers
passed from her mouth to his.

He hummed his approval, his tongue in sync with his
determined strokes.

He pulled his head back.

She groaned in disappointment.

“Come for me, my beautiful brat. Give me all your sweet
cream. Now!”

Gazes locked, his jaw rigid, he filled her with his cock so
fast and hard, she was forced over the edge she’d been teetering on.

Heather screamed her pleasure. Fingers curled, she clawed
the wall, finding no satisfaction on the slippery surface, plenty where they
were joined. He filled her so damn perfectly. No room to spare.

Her body clenched in painful, sweet pleasure.

Stars. Fireworks. A plethora of psychedelic colors. A
combination of all three exploded in her mind as his masculine face blurred
even though she fought to keep her eyes open as he’d demanded.

Her pussy clenched. Gripped.

This time it was Pierce’s groan that filled the enclosure.
He packed her pussy with hot jerky spurts as he pressed hard against her. Cheek
to cheek, every glorious muscle in his body was strung rigid. His cum mingled
with her own juices, filling her past what she could accommodate, though she
greedily tried to hold it in and savor his gift. An impossible endeavor. The
copious thick fluid slipped past her tightly clenched muscles. A balmy, oh so
luscious ooze that flowed down her quivering thighs to be swept away in the
trickles of water finding its way between their bodies.

After another quick wash from their waists down, he’d
wrapped her in an oversized fluffy towel with every intention of drying her
quickly, getting dressed afterward, leaving her accessibly naked and heading
downstairs. His intensions went to hell the minute he’d finished drying her
shoulders and moved to her bountiful breasts. Quick efficient wipes became slow
appreciative movements. His manipulations growing slower and much more
appreciative the lower he went.

Until he’d reached her bald pussy.

He’d promptly snapped the towel open, doubled it, dropped it
onto the floor, instructed her to kneel and proceeded to fuck her mindless.

If she thought he’d give her a breather, she was sadly
mistaken. Barely enabling her to catch her breath, he helped her to stand on
wobbly legs, swept her up and strode into the bedroom. Without preamble, he
tossed her onto the bed, yanked her legs wide and buried his head between her
outstretched thighs. His mouth latched on to her swollen clit. He nipped,
licked and sucked until she exploded with the force of a short-fused stick of
dynamite and shouted his name. Not once. Twice.

Not through with her by a long shot, he’d flopped next to
her, yanked her over him and plunged his cock so deep inside her she’d gasped.
His eyes had nearly crossed and they’d both came. Simultaneously.

Pierce didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he couldn’t
get enough of her. A phenomenon he’d never experienced with any other woman.
Thank God she seemed capable of keeping up…for the most part.

A light groan from beside him had him turning his head.

He smiled into her droopy eyes. “Tired?”

A slow smile eased over her bee-stung lips. “Yes.”

His smile grew into a high wattage grin. He was getting
addicted to ravishing her mouth. Not as much as ravishing her similarly swollen
pussy lips, but a damn close second. Unable to resist, he propped himself up,
leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips at the same time he
gathered some of their combined cum from her inner thigh and feathered his
fingertip over her engorged labia.

A whisper-light whimper vibrated his lips.

He backed off, licked his finger and stroked the back of his
hand down her petal-soft cheek. He would have liked to paint her lips with it,
but knew she was at her limit. For now. “Sore?”

“Yes.” Her admission was delayed. Unlike him, she was unsure
of her cutoff point. A lesson she’d learn by trial and, unfortunately,
sometimes by error. Nothing debilitating. Just an excruciating soreness she’d
regret for a short period of time, but wouldn’t forget. A necessary lesson he
wouldn’t allow today. He ran the back of his hand over her cheek again. As much
as he’d like to shield her from experiencing that particular pain indefinitely,
if he did, she wouldn’t learn the much-needed lesson. This liaison was all
about pain linked to pleasure, the boundaries of which you could push, but
never pass. An undesirable outcome that could have dire consequences if not
taken seriously.

“You lie here for a bit.”

“Okay.” Her eyelids drifted shut.

He watched her until her breathing evened out. Enjoyed the
soft rise and fall of her lightly finger-bruised breasts. Subtle marks of his
ownership.

He rose from the bed, leaned over and carefully brushed
clumps of sweat-dampened hair off her forehead, affording him a clear spot to
place a ghostly kiss. He shifted his upper body and drifted a stream of breath
over her inflamed pussy lips.

She stirred, but didn’t awaken.

That’s right, Heather. Rest. I want you fully recuperated
and ready to handle what I’ve planned for later tonight.

Heather opened her eyes, raised her arms and stretched.
Shit!
She yanked her arms down and immediately retracted her body as much as she
could on an audible gasp. Holy crap, she was sore. Gloriously fucked into
oblivion, the intense soreness was mostly located in and around her pussy, but
she doubted there was a muscle in her body that wasn’t screaming on some level.
Another highly noticeable area, her thighs. She felt as though she’d executed a
hundred of those dreaded splits she and Pierce talked about earlier.

She wondered if she could even walk, so she delayed the
attempt and rolled her head to look at the clock on the nightstand.

Three hours! Shocked Pierce had let her nap that long, she
wondered why he hadn’t awakened her for breakfast.

When her stomach let loose a loud grumble, spurring tiny
twinges of ache in her abdominal muscles, she glared in the general vicinity of
the offensive organ.

She eased her body up, only to moan midway through the
process.

Only delaying the inevitable, she pushed up, swung her legs
over the edge of the bed and planted her feet on the plush carpet. Drawing in a
fortifying breath, she stiffened her legs, and ignoring the muscular
contractions begging her to resume a reclining position, headed toward the
bathroom.

“Brunch will be ready in twenty.”

Eyes startled wide by Pierce’s sensually gruff voice,
Heather twisted her head around and gave her hormones free rein to feast on the
shirtless broad-shouldered hunk filling the doorway.

He smiled. “I expect your pretty, naked ass to be planted in
a kitchen chair no later.”

“I’ll be there.” Her stomach loudly agreed.

His smile ratcheted up into a grin. A sexy heart-stopping
show of white teeth and eye-crinkling that always set dandelion fluff aflutter
in her stomach. She let loose an uninhibited sigh of appreciation that filled
the room and caused his deep-green eyes to twinkle with knowledge.

She shook her head. The man was undeniably too attractive
for his own good. For that matter, for the good of any female able to draw
breath. No matter their age.

He winked at her and left the room.

* * * * *

She was refreshed, most of the muscle soreness gone after a
quick hot bath. She gave her hair a quick comb-through and had her
pretty,
naked ass planted in a kitchen chair
with three minutes to spare according
to the kitchen wall clock.