Restrained and Willing (18 page)

She’d quit trying to second-guess what Pierce had in store
for her a good hour ago after she’d washed up and checked for any signs of
stubble on her bare mons. Glad to find the wax job she’d gotten was holding up
beautifully, she’d dried her hair to a flattering fluff around her face and
headed downstairs. She knew tonight would be a momentous occasion and was
determined for everything to be as near perfection as humanly possible. Show
the man she loved him and she was prepared and willing to take what he dished
out without a single hesitation or complaint. A precursor to what he could
expect in the future. She wouldn’t delude herself into thinking she’d be
perfect 24/7, an impossibility given her ingrained independence and strong
will, but the desire to please Pierce was fierce.

“A vision worthy of a picture.”

The intensified reverberation of his smoky voice, heavy with
excitement, caused an involuntarily start as she caught herself a split second
before she lifted her gaze. Picture? He wasn’t serious. Was he? There were some
boundaries she wasn’t willing to cross. Photos were one of them. Damn, she
should’ve made a list of her taboos when he’d given her the opportunity, they
could’ve discussed…

He came up behind her and soothed a hand over the top of her
head, down, sifting his fingers through the longer layers of her hair at the
back. “An image I’ll commit to memory. For now.”

She softly released the breath she’d been holding, knowing
photos were a subject still open to discussion.

His soft masculine chuckle reached her a second before he
brushed a kiss onto the shell of one ear and whispered, “Trust, love. It’s all
about trust.”

“I do trust you, Pierce.”

“Not fully.”

She didn’t miss his disappointment. She frowned. That she’d
failed him didn’t sit well. Not off to the meticulous start she’d planned.

“Your body’s reactions are a dead giveaway. You’re still
riding a fence when it comes to trust.”

“But—”

“No. Not now. No talking unless you’re asked a direct
question or given permission.” He walked in front of her, filling her downcast
vision with an up-close view of his leather-clad legs and large, well-formed
bare feet. “Look at me and acknowledge you understand.” He reached down to cup
her chin in his wide, warm palm.

So small a contact, yet her entire body came to immediate
attention as her gaze swept up his hard thighs to his shirtless toned stomach,
onward to his muscled chest finally meeting his penetrating crystal-green gaze.
“I understand, Pierce.”

“Okay, sweet brat. Kneel up. I want to see how ready you
are.”

She did as commanded, knowing what he’d find. She was more
than ready, a state she found herself in whenever the man shared the same air
space as her.

He squatted down, cupped her sex and, looking straight into
her eyes, slid a thick long finger up inside her. Her eyes drifted shut.

“Open.”

Her eyes flew wide at the clipped demand.

“That’s one.”

Shit. She knew what that meant. He was starting to keep
track of the swats owed. There would be no mercy from him tonight. Even as the
thought registered, she experienced a full-body flash of anticipation. She’d
dreamed about this moment. Pierce in total control of her body, her pleasure.
Herself totally submissive, willing to allow whatever he wanted.

He shoved two fingers deep inside her.

She moaned, but forced her eyes to stay open.

“Damn, you’re already wet. Nearly sopping. Coating my
fingers with your rich cream.”

He withdrew and she whimpered. Wanted to scream her protest.
But he’d warned her earlier, sounds would be permitted, words prohibited. She’d
abide by his edicts even if it killed her, which it most likely would since
he’d barely begun his sweet torture.

He painted her lips with her own juices before sliding his
fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. When he was done, he fisted his
hand in her hair at the back of her neck, slammed his lips against hers and
forcefully tongued his way into her mouth. He washed her entire mouth with a
blend of his minty taste and her own juices that left her wanting more when he
broke contact and stood.

“Up.”

When a second passed and he didn’t extend a helping hand,
Heather got to her feet as gracefully as possible and waited for his next
command.

“Passable. We’ll work on it.”

She couldn’t argue with the assessment. At any other time,
she would have. Had she known it was important, she’d have practiced more.
Scratch that. She should’ve known. Prepared better. She’d done plenty of
homework, watched videos. Practically wore out the one he’d starred in with the
two big-busted, blindfolded women. No way she’d be compared to them and come up
lacking. She gritted her teeth and resolved to do better. No, not better. Give
her best.

The frustrating man’s lips lifted at the corners. She was
starting to believe he really was clairvoyant. Was he goading her on purpose? A
moot thought. She needed to focus on what she was doing, not worry about any
head games he was playing.

He went to the wall and pressed a spot in a raised
connecting vertical board.

She gasped in surprise when the large X design in the
paneling slowly slid out and became a freestanding St. Andrew’s Cross.

Another press and two adjacent unadorned wood panels slid
back and up out of sight, revealing two partially shelved sections filled with
sex paraphernalia that had her eyes widening. The unshelved portions contained
hooks to support the vast variety of items needing to hang. Was the entire
house riddled with hidden compartments? Dumb question. Of course it was.

Her gaze settled on a long, wicked-looking whip. Oh God, she
was so not ready for that. She stiffened her spine. Ready or not, she refused
to reveal the tiniest amount of trepidation even as it slithered over her body.

Trust.

She staunchly wrapped her mind around the silent reminder.
Looked to Pierce, whose calculating gaze was riveted on her as he slowly
caressed the whip’s thick handle only to bypass it a moment later. From a
shelf, he extracted a long narrow box and an easily identifiable tube of
lubricant.

Setting the gel on a small marble-topped table next to an
oversized tufted leather ottoman, he proceeded to remove a brand-spanking-new
butt plug from its container before setting the carton aside. He placed the
blue silicone toy next to the lube and reached for a long silver bar.

“Know what this is?”

“Yes, Pierce. A spreader bar.” A device that would prohibit
her from closing her legs. She looked from the long shiny bar with its dangling
restraints to the butt plug. Her anus muscles twitched at the naughty thought
of being spread so incredibly wide and on full display while Pierce pushed the
firm silicone into her ass. Whatever he did next would be up to him and out of
her control. Instead of bothering her, the sexy vision that popped into her
head excited her. Made her pussy swell.

“Come here. Bring the mat with you.”

She lifted the lightweight mat and carried it over, dropping
it in front of him when he pointed to the space.

“Turn.”

When she complied, he stepped around in front of her, metal
bar in hand and knelt at her feet.

“Spread your legs as far as you can. Brace your hands on my
shoulders if you feel the need.”

Not sure if she should speak or not, she simply nodded.
Apparently the right decision when his head canted in acknowledgement and his
attention focused on wrapping one of the soft leather restraints around her
right ankle. After testing for fit and comfort he moved to the left. “Wider.”
He nudged her leg with his forearm.

The expanded stance necessitated she drop her hands to his
wide, solid shoulders. Shoulders a girl could pile her troubles onto without a
second thought, knowing they’d be summarily dealt with. The man was a solid rock
of dependability. She curled her fingers into his warm flesh.

“Heather.”

“Hmmm?”

“I said you can let go.”

He did? Crap!
She’d momentarily zoned, distracted by
the feel of his inflexible strength beneath her hands. Was he upset or did she
detect an inkling of amusement?

“Making me repeat myself earned you another two swats.”

Question answered. Amused or not, he wasn’t going to cut her
any slack tonight. Something she’d have to keep in mind.

She yanked her hands back, only to gasp when she lost her
balance and had to clap her palms back onto his shoulders.

He grabbed her around the waist, halting her backward
movement. “Steady. I’ve got you.” He placed a soft kiss in the middle of her
trembling stomach.

As she took a calming breath, several of her fantasies
flashed through her mind. Not one included her falling on her ass in front of
Pierce. How horribly embarrassing would that have been? Luckily for her, the
man had been labeled
The Guy with the Fastest Hands
in his high school
yearbook. A talent not restricted to his performance on the football field. A
boast easily confirmed by any female he’d been with who had found herself
divested of her bra and panties in stopwatch-worthy time. He didn’t have a
first-down mentality. He always went for the touchdown.

At her feet, Pierce ducked his dark head and deeply inhaled.
“Words can’t describe how good you smell.”

He flicked her clit with his tongue.

She flinched, but held her ground.

“I could bury my face between your soft thighs for hours and
still not get enough of your heady, unique scent.” His moist breath whispered
over the hypersensitive flesh of her bald pussy.

Heather shivered. He was getting no arguments from her. His
mouth on her pussy sounded like a splendid idea.

To her regret, he stood in one fluid motion, his gaze
locking with hers. “Down on all fours.” The command contained a husky undertone
previously absent.

He supported her until she was positioned, his warm hands
running over her body in a soothing caress, no doubt to ease any apprehension
she might harbor. He needn’t have worried. She was looking forward to his
inserting the larger plug. Since he’d removed the smaller one, she felt as if
something was missing. Was actually looking forward to the time when she was
capable of taking the large girth of his lengthy cock inside her ass.

“Any doubts? Fears? Trust issues? Because nothing will be
off-limits tonight and this will be the only time I ask, so think carefully
before answering.” His warm palm cradled her chin as he nailed her with his
deep-emerald gaze.

“No, Pierce. None,” she said without the slightest
hesitation, and realized the instant the words passed her lips that they were
the absolute truth. Knew, with a bone-deep intensity that shook the supports of
every independence-laden fiber of her being, she was ready to give her body and
its ultimate pleasure over to this man. The only one she’d ever truly loved.
She smiled up at him, ready and willing to embrace the future awaiting them.
The single hurdle, Pierce’s misconceptions with regard to commitment and
everlasting love. But those problems were for another time. Tonight was about
her unreserved commitment to him. A point she was more than willing to drive
home.

He brushed aside strands of her shaggy bangs and pressed his
lips to her forehead.

“What are your safe words?” He plumped her breasts in his
palms and pinched the nipples, hard.

Heather sucked in a sharp breath as a light shot of pain
followed, to immediately diffuse into a tingle that arrowed straight between
her legs. “Demolition to stop. Construction to pause and discuss.”

“Perfect.” He gave her breasts a quick gentle squeeze, then
patted her head. Her eyes fluttered shut. When she opened them again, Pierce
was out of sight.

A moment later, his fingers trailed through the lips of her pussy.

“Pointless to ask if you liked that, the sweet evidence is
all over my finger.”

A soft sucking sound followed.

He seemed to love tasting her and she hoped eating her out
was on tonight’s agenda. She nearly squirmed at the thought.

“A heady sight, your beautiful cunt. One of these times I’ll
set up mirrors so you can see for yourself. Would you like that? To see your
swollen, dripping pussy as I fill it with my fingers, maybe a toy or two?”

Would she? It pushed a boundary she’d never thought to
cross, but then he’d said that’s what this evening was about. Testing her
limits. “Yes, Pierce. I would like to see.”

“You don’t know how much it pleases me to hear you say that.
But tonight, your job is to please me. Do everything I ask. Take everything I
dish out.”

He sank two fingers deep, twisting, alternating with solid
pumps until she writhed and moaned.

“That’s what I want to hear. No holding back. All those
hungry, hot sounds you make will tell me what you’re feeling, let me know how
fast and far to push you.”

Like she could stop the sounds she emitted. Although she was
sure he’d command her to be silent at some point. If that edict became one of
tonight’s requirements, she’d fail miserably. The man could light up her body
faster than touching a lit match to gunpowder.

She pushed her hips back and was rewarded with a
muscle-stretching triple-finger stab straight into her heated depths. This time
her moan was louder, more a groan.

“Sweet.” He worked her hard for several long, wonderful
seconds and withdrew, chuckling at her soft whimper. “Don’t worry, I’m far from
finished, but now that this opening is nice and primed, it’s time to move to
the other one.”

She expected him to get right to it, braced for the cool gel
to be dripped over her warm ass, but when nothing happened for prolonged
moments, she cursed her miscalculation. Ya think she’d know better by now. She
was batting near zero in her attempts to predict his actions so far.