Sandy Sullivan (14 page)

"And?"

"I
always thought all of the BDSM sounded sexy as hell."

He
ran his fingertips down the back of her arm and back up to her shoulder,
watching goose bumps form on her flesh. "You're very trusting toward me
even though we've just met."

"I
can't trust you?"

"Of
course you can. I would never do anything to hurt you or take you beyond
something you can't handle, but for someone new to any kind of playing within
this realm, you are handing a lot of control to me."

"Two
of the most important people in my life trust you so I'm sure I can too."

"They
don't know about this side of my personality."

"I
bet a lot of people don't."

"Very
true."

"Where
do you normally engage in this kind of behavior?"

"At
a club in Billings."

"Interesting
thought. I'll be there doing my residency."

"I
know," he replied, brushing the hair back from her face before he circled
her ear with his finger.

"Maybe
we could hook up while you're there."

"Maybe."

He
felt her stiffen at his noncommittal answer and start to pull away, but he held
on until she quit squirming. "I didn't say you could move."

"But…"

"Who
is in charge here, Elizabeth?"

"You
are, Sir."

"Good.
Now I want you to roll over on your back and spread your legs."

After
a moment's hesitation, she did what he told her. The second she parted her
thighs, he positioned himself between them, spearing his tongue into her pussy.
Cream coated his tongue—a bit salty with a tang of her taste. A lot of men
didn't like eating a woman out, but he did. There was something inherently
trusting about a woman when she climaxed under his tongue. The give and take of
a relationship like this soothed the restlessness in his soul.

"Ah!"

He
could hear the short pants of her
breathing,
feel the
restless quivering of her muscles as she fought against the need to come since
he hadn't given her permission.

"Please
Marcus."

"Please
what?" he murmured against her pussy, sliding his tongue around the
outside, but not giving her what she needed to climax.

"Can
I come? I need to so badly."

"Since
you asked so pretty, you may come now." With the flat of his tongue
pressed to her clit, he pushed hard to give her just enough pressure to
explode.

Her
breaths stop for a split second before she groaned and flooded his mouth.

"Sweet
baby Jesus," she whispered.

He
pushed two fingers into her pussy, curling them up against her sweet spot. The
echo of her cry bounced off the wall as she climaxed again although not near as
forcibly as the first time.

"I
can't…take it anymore, Marcus. I couldn't possibly have another orgasm. Just do
what you will while I lay here."

"No
way, babe.
You've got more in you," he said,
pushing his rock hard, aching cock into her pussy. The quivering flesh expanded
and sucked at him, pulling him deeper into her depths until his balls rested
against her ass. "You will come for me again, Elizabeth."

"Please.
I don't think I can."

"Oh
yes, you can."

Her
eyes dilated and she moaned as he began to slowly slide his cock into her
scorching flesh. Each pass of his shaft into her sucked more from his soul.
He'd wanted her from the first moment he'd seen her at the ball. He'd lost his
heart the second their lips touched and there would be no getting it back. She
had him by the heartstrings. He was more the fool for letting her in. But how
would he survive when she left? Trips to Billings even every weekend would be difficult.
Her schedule would be erratic and he had his demanding practice here. Any
relationship between them would be precarious at best.

"Fuck
me, Marcus. God, please fuck me."

Lost
in the blue of her gaze, he picked up the pace of his thrusts until she wrapped
her arms and legs around him, pushing him beyond control. Her pussy squeezed
his cock, milking him until he couldn't hold back his own climax. As he pumped
his seed into her hot depths, she climaxed along with him in a blaze of desire
strong enough to shatter his heart.

Chapter Eight

Spread
eagle, bound hands and feet on something he called a St. Andrews cross,
Elizabeth felt helpless. Trepidation raced down her back.
What do I really know about this man? Yes, we've had amazing sex for
the last two days, but should I really let him do this? What if I don't like
it? What if I can't handle the sensations?

"You're
thinking too much, Elizabeth."

"I
can't help it."

"Talk
to me."

"What
if I get overwhelmed?"

"We
discussed a safe word. Do you remember?"

"Yes.
It's pink because I hate pink."

He
chuckled and she smiled as the tenseness inside her evaporated. She wanted him
to take control. The need to have him dominated her unleashed a desire in her
so strong, she felt like she would shatter if he didn't complete what he'd promised.

"I'm
going to flog you and then I'm going to fuck you in the ass over the spanking
bench because I can. You want me to, don't
you.
"

"Yes,
Sir."

"Good
girl. You look fabulous tied like this. Your body primed and your pussy wet
just from being unable to move."

He
ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and through her folds. When his
fingers came away moist, she groaned as he sucked the juices from his
fingertips.
God, he's sexy.

"You
taste wonderful."

"You
like the way I taste?"

"Yes.
There's nothing like an aroused woman."

When
his mouth founds hers, she took him inside her, playing and sliding her tongue
along his until he groaned too.

"You're
such a temptation I can hardly keep myself from taking you right now."

"Do
it."

"No.
We do this on my terms," he replied, moving around behind her until she
could no longer see him.

"What
are you doing?"

"No
more questions. No more talk or there will be punishment rather than excitement.
Of course, you may like my bare hand on your ass."

Pain
zipped from her left butt cheek, and then her right. He was spanking her!

"Your
ass reddens nicely, Elizabeth."

She
laid her head against the crossbeams, sighing softly. Why did she have this
need for pain? She shouldn't.
It's wrong
to feel this way.

Trails
of something soft moved over her calves and up the inside of her thighs. Her
body quivered at the sensations. She fought the sounds in her throat. Something
whooshed
, and then slapped against
her buttocks. Not hard enough to sting but just so she knew it landed. He did
this several more times without force behind the blows. The next lash to her
upper back landed harder, stinging like the slight snap of a rubber band.

His
rhythm traveled along her back although careful to not get near her kidneys, down
her buttocks and thighs he went, each swing just a little harder than the last
until every lash held the bite of the leather against her flesh like a wasp
sting.

Her
mind drifted until the slap of the flogger melted into a combination of pain
mixed with pleasure. Each time the leather bit into her flesh, she drifted
further from herself. Marcus stopped and moved in front of her to cup her
breasts.

"Are
you all right?"

"Yes,
Sir."

Warm
lips closed around her left nipple and sucked. Desire zinged straight to her
clit with each pull of his mouth.

"You'll
come for me now, Elizabeth."

"Mmm."

He
dropped to the floor in front of her to place his mouth on her clit. His hot
tongue licked from back to front, stopping on the throbbing nub to suck.

"Oh
God!" she screamed as her climax washed over her so quickly she felt like
she crashed against jagged rocks on the shoreline. Hot then cold. Her body
shivered at the force of her orgasm.

"I
think you're ready for me now," he said, standing behind her and unhooking
first her legs, then her arms.

She
sagged like a ragdoll, but he was there to catch her in his arms as he swept
her up and walked to the spanking bench.

"Since
you've never had a man in your ass, I need to prepare you."

The
bench was wrapped in leather and very padded so when he draped her over the
contraption,
rebuckling
her so her legs were spread,
she couldn't move if she wanted to.

"I'm
not going to strap your arms since they are probably sore from the cross, but
don't move them from move your head."

"Yes,
Sir."

"Good
girl."

Something
cold hit her anus, drawing a moan from deep inside her. She'd never had a man
fully penetrate her there, but she had fingers ream her ass from time to time.
The sensations got her so hot, she climaxed just from a touch and it had been a
while since anyone wanted to.

"You
are very sensitive there," he said, rubbing the warming lubricant into the
muscles.

"Yes,
Sir."

"You've
never had a man in your ass, correct?"

"No,
Sir, but I've had others touch me there."

"Ah.
So you are no stranger to anal play."

"No,
Sir."

The
tip of his finger penetrated the tight ring of muscles, drawing a deep sigh
from her lips.

"Ready
for two?"

"Yes,
Sir."

"Good
girl," he said, pushing two fingers into her ass and scissoring them to
stretch the muscles.

"Oh
God, yes."

The
flat palm of his hand came down on her right butt cheek.
"Silence."

"But…"

His
fingers disappeared and she groaned again when he smacked the left cheek.
"I said silence or I won't continue."

She
pressed her lips together and sagged against the spanking bench. The need for
him had grown to the point she ached for him to be inside her.
In her ass, in her pussy or in her mouth.
She didn't care at
this point which orifice he used.

Something
crinkled behind her, making her wonder what he planned now. A cold hard object
pressed against her anus, slowly penetrating until she felt full and the wider
base stopped at her hole.
A
butt plug?
She read about them but never used one. The stretching
was uncomfortable. She squirmed slightly earning another smack on the butt.

"I
didn't say you could move."

Damn!

Two
fingers plunged into her pussy.

Ah fuck!

"You
may whimper, moan, groan or make any other sexy noise, but do not speak unless
I ask you a question.
Only then answer with yes, sir or no,
sir."

A
high whine escaped her mouth followed by a whimper.

"Very
nice."

He
continued to work his fingers in and out of her pussy until she hung onto her
climax by her fingernails, not daring to let herself plunge over the edge until
he said she could.

"Do
not come, Elizabeth."

The
fingers in her pussy disappeared before she felt the butt plug being removed.
Maybe now he'll fuck me.

Again,
the cold sensation at her asshole and something probed at her opening.

"Relax."

She
closed her eyes, trying desperately to loosen up everything below her waist as
the broad head of his cock penetrated her anal muscles.

"Are
you okay?"

"Yes,
Sir."

The
sensations bordered on pain—burning pain, but she knew there wasn't anything
she wanted more than to have Marcus
possess
her fully.
Every part of her wanted him. Every crevice and piece craved his touch.

When
his balls stopped to rest against her pussy lips, she knew he had seated
himself completely inside her. The burning turned into an overwhelming need to
push back against him. She couldn't move. If she did, he would punish her. She
could do nothing except take what he gave her and only what he allowed her to
have.