Restrained and Willing (20 page)

The wanting more pain scared her a bit. Deep down, she’d
never truly believed pleasure and pain could be so intricately intertwined as
to become a craving. Never having witnessed people making love, she’d thought
much of what she’d seen on commercial videos was staged for the viewing
excitement of others.

She’d been dead wrong. Even after the small taste she’d had
thus far, she was afraid she could easily become addicted to the unique
metamorphosis from pain to pleasure that she knew would eventually graduate
from intolerable agony to near-incapacitating bliss under the tutelage of a man
as experienced as Pierce.

God, how she loved him.

And before the night was through, as soon as she could talk
freely, she was going to tell him and damn the consequences. She wasn’t holding
back anymore. Not physically, mentally or emotionally. Fuck his hang-ups. It
was about time he got over them.

A sound pinch to her thigh brought her back to reality in no
time flat.

“Ouch. Damn it.” She levered up to her hands and craned her
head around to glare at him. “What the hell was that for?” Shit…shit…shit!

“For not paying attention to what I’m doing as you were told
to do, I’m adding one swat and for that little not so nice disrespectful
outburst, I’m tacking on five more.”

“Six!”

“Eight.” He added two more on a gruff growl. “If I were you,
I’d just say,
Yes Sir
, and let it go.”

She compressed her lips.

“Anything else to say? Want to add more?”

Yes
and
Yes
. She shook her head.

“Then face forward and assume the correct position.”

She let loose a huge internal sigh and turned away, making
the needed adjustments to her body she hadn’t realized changed. Unlocked her
elbows and lowered down to her forearms. Straightened her spine. Concentrated
on relaxing.

She expected him to be rougher, jam the butt plug in the
rest of the way in one fast sharp jab and be done. He did the exact opposite.
Worked her so slowly and expertly that by the time it was fully set, she was
near tears and her whole body was quivering with the need to come. She’d
failed. Again. And he was punishing her. Would he now just leave her in this
frustrated state? End the evening?

The stroking of his wet tongue through her dripping pussy
lips gave her a flicker of hope.

The tickling trail of kisses he mapped from the base of her
spine to the top and across her shoulders increased her fledgling optimism.

The moist press of his chest to her back once again upped
the ante to a more than likely.

“Now that your ass is full, I’m going to fill your hot tight
pussy and give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When I’m done, I’m going to
feed you my cock and you’re going to lick off every drop of our tasty combined
juices and, just so I don’t miss out on the pleasure of tasting them, you’re
going to tongue-kiss me until I’m satisfied.”

Bingo!

“After which,” he continued in a husky baritone that sent
delicious shivers racing up her spine, “I’m going to take your pert ass over to
the cross, restrain you and make you come until you can’t take any more.”

Hallelujah, full-card bingo!

When he moved away, she heard the dull slide of a zipper. A
soft rustling and a couple muted grunts that almost made her laugh out loud as
he hurriedly peeled himself out of the leather pants that she caught sight of
in her peripheral vision as he tossed them aside. A muted glide as he shoved
back the large heavy ottoman he’d sat on as he inserted the butt plug and then
the close heat of his body as he knelt behind her and clamped his hands on her
hips.

“I’ll try to take this as slow as I can, but I’m chomping at
the bit to be buried deep inside you.”

His gruff admission warmed her heart. It was nice to know
she wasn’t the only one dying to have his cock filling her. A talented
appendage equipped with a slight upward curve guaranteed to rake over a woman’s
G-spot without missing a beat. Unless Pierce was dead set on not giving her an
orgasm. Hopefully, now wasn’t one of those times.

“I won’t lie. The double fullness will cause discomfort, a
little pain. Nothing I don’t think you can handle. But if it becomes
unbearable, you’re to say so, immediately.” He gave her hips a light squeeze.
“Acknowledge.”

“I promise to let you know, Pierce.”

At the initial contact of the hot plump head of his hot cock
against her equally hot pussy, she moaned. Gasped as her tissues stretched to
accommodate the extra fullness when he pushed inside and paused, grateful for
all the lube he’d applied earlier and, if she wasn’t mistaken, an additional
coating over the substantial girth of his cock before he’d settled behind her.
At the thought of how full she’d be once the largest of the butt plugs was in,
she felt some minor misgivings. The fact his cock was even thicker—granted more
pliable, but still substantially thicker—ramped those misgivings up even more.

But she couldn’t…wouldn’t worry about what lay ahead. She
needed all her concentration to cope with managing
this
attempt at
double penetration.

As with the plug, he initiated testing pumps of his large
cock before moving forward, allowing her time to adjust. The pain she felt
wasn’t as sharp as before, more a supersized pressure from lack of space as her
more recently used pussy muscles stretched to accommodate.

“Breathe. Relax.”

Holy mother, how she hated that he knew her so well when
she wasn’t near as good at reading him.

“And for crying out loud, stop analyzing.”

She grinned. She didn’t have to see his expression to know
his jaw was clenched and his eyes were misted with frustration as they rolled
heavenward. She’d been subjected to that look too many times in her life,
especially in her teens, to not know it was covering his face at this specific
moment.

She shook the vision clear and, taking his advice, forcefully
cleared her mind of everything but what he was doing, how she was feeling.

And damn if it didn’t work. In no time at all, the
uncomfortable pressure turned to escalating pleasure as she felt his cock rub
against the plug with nothing but a thin piece of pliant inner tissue
separating them.

By the time he was almost all the way in, a “Yes” slipped
out of her mouth. She didn’t care. Threw in the towel. She groaned. “That
feels…”

“How does it feel, brat?”

“Good. Incredibly good. I feel so full. I love the way your
cock fills me. More. Please, Pierce.” She didn’t care it came out a desperate
whine. “Give me all of you.”

And without hesitation, he did. With one last forceful buck
of his hips, he lodged the fat tip of his cock against her cervix.

She cried out.

In response, he set a demanding rhythm that made her eyes
water. Her mind shut down and her body went on autopilot, absorbing the
delicious pain, the full body-sizzling pleasure that followed. She jerked her
head up, got a hazy glimpse of the incredibly high ceiling and screamed his
name as she climaxed. The high-pitched sound nearly deafened her, and most
likely him as well, as it bounced off the walls of the cavernous room.

The blurry sight, her yelling his name in the high decibels
of a banshee and the loud deep male groan that blended with it, barely
penetrated the fog of her climactic orgasm before she closed her eyes and her
body slumped. The only thing holding her up was the strong finger-digging grip
around her waist.

Pierce shook his head and grinned at Heather as he worked
his hands up the underside of her body, pausing to appreciate the weight of her
plentiful breasts before sliding under her arms, stretching her out as he went
so he could ease her to the floor. She’d fainted. Of course, she wouldn’t
realize that until she woke up. He chuckled.

He knew her comatose state was temporary, so he worked
quickly to disengage her from the spreader bar, put it away and grabbed two
oversized hand towels and two washcloths, dropped one of each beside her and
headed toward the bar area. He washed himself off and deposited the soiled
cloths in a convenient small circular hamper. Extracting a stainless steel bowl
from a bottom cabinet, he filled it with warm water and then returned to her.

She was already stirring.

He set the bowl down and got comfortable, cross-legged
slightly off-center of her head so he could see her face when she opened those
killer chocolate eyes that had always fascinated him. Probably because they
were so expressive, their exact color varying with every mood change. He
especially liked when they burned with lust and seemed to combust into a
multitude of colored speckles when she rocketed to orgasm. A spectacle he’d
been denied this time, but he’d make damn sure he wasn’t the next several.

The objects of his thoughts fluttered open, their color at
that moment a deep smoky brown.

A smile crawled across her lips. “Hi.”

“Hi, yourself.” He smiled in return.

“That was…totally awesome.”

“Glad you liked it.” She was racking up swats every time she
opened her sweet mouth. By the end of the night, if he administered a smack for
every mistake, she’d be spanked raw. He wondered how long it would take before
the light bulb clicked on in her head.

“Mmmm.” Her eyelids drifted down. “I think I passed out.”

“Yep.”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He held back a bark of laughter
when her eyes sprang open and widened.

“A frequent occurrence?”

“Not as uncommon as you may think.”

She captured her bottom lip between her teeth.

How so small a gesture could constantly turn his dick
granite hard in an instant he wasn’t sure. But it did, and unlike in the past,
he didn’t have to fight to conceal his hard-on.

Apparently Heather noticed too since her gaze was riveted to
where his cock stood at rigid attention between his crossed legs. “Any time
you’re ready…”

“Ummm. I think I need a few minutes.” She again nibbled her
lower lip.

Deciding it best to get up, he unfolded and came to his
feet. “How about rolling over and I’ll wash you off?” He canted his head toward
the bowl and towels.

“Sounds wonderful.” A pregnant pause. “Pierce,” she tagged
on belatedly, groaned softly and scrunched her eyelids.

Light bulb on.
Pierce covered his mouth and cleared
his throat to camouflage a hearty chuckle.

When she seemed to recover her senses, she rolled over with
careful movements and sighed deeply. “At this rate, I won’t have much of an ass
left by tomorrow.” She pouted up at him.

So fucking adorable. He resisted the urge to possess her
mouth. “What say we stop keeping track and you just trust me to give you only
what you can handle? Understand I’m not granting you carte blanche to break the
rules.”

“Understood. Deal, Sir.”

She readily took the offered olive branch. More important to
him, she was quick to give her trust. That did something funny to his insides.
He assured himself it was not a warming of the blood-pumping muscle in the
middle of his chest. It’d never happened before. It can’t be happening now.
Bald-faced
liar.

“Let’s drop the
Sir
and just stick with Pierce.”
For
no other reason than I love hearing my name pass over your lips.
“Now,
spread those long lovely legs so I can wipe clean that sugary-sweet, juicy
pussy of yours.”

Her gaze locked on his and without an ounce of demureness,
she brought her knees up and let them drop wide open.

Her mouth opened on a soft gasp, her hips lifted an inch off
the floor and the cheeks of her ass clenched.

“Stay just as you are,” he commanded in a voice that, even
to him, was heavily laden with lust as he gripped her kneecaps to prevent
Heather from closing her legs and better enjoy the erotic sight of her
glistening pussy lips flutter, leaving no doubt her internal muscles were
twitching, the ones in her backside desperately clasping the butt plug.

When their combined juices gathered at her opening and
threatened to spill out, he caught the thick white cream in his hand and
smeared the fluid lovingly over the area between her legs as if applying an
expensive highly coveted lotion. He slid his palm firmly up her crotch, bottom
to top and pressed down harder as he grazed her clit.

“Oh God, Pierce.” She went up on tiptoes, arching her back
and ass off the floor.

“Don’t you dare let that gorgeous ass of yours hit the floor
until I say you can,” he ordered as her body began a slow descent.

She whimpered.

He smiled and circled a finger around her swollen, moist
labia. Inner. Outer. Reversed the lazy stroke and backtracked.

Her breaths turned into little pants that made his smile
widen.

“Killer combination. Your silky cream and my cum. Nearly
takes my breath away.” Without warning, he sank two fingers deep. Rotated from
side to side in wide thorough sweeps, loving the damp heat encasing his
fingers.

She expelled a desperate, breathy moan. A helpless little
sound he knew he’d never tire of hearing if he lived to be a hundred.

“Feels great too.” He dug deeper, turned his wrist. “Hot.
Wet. Makes me want to fuck you all over again.”

Her thighs quivered under the strain of maintaining her
position. “Please, Pierce.”

“Please, what? Let you lower your ass? Give you more of
this?” He pumped his fingers in and out of her saturated depths, pulled out and
formed a V with the slick digits to skate them through the deep valleys on
either side of her tightly bundled clit. “Or fuck you?”

She shook her head. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” Her hands
fisted at her sides. “Something. Anything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Anything?” He held her desperate dark
gaze for several drawn moments.