SimplyIrresistible (25 page)

Tiana’s eyes flickered back to Heather’s thighs, plain
doubts tightening her full lips.

“Watch Heather carefully.” Liam cupped her shoulders,
angling Tiana toward the other couple. “See how still she holds for him—how wet
her pussy is?”

His pet nodded.

He gently guided her face until her attention was back where
it belonged—on him. “Do you have a question?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Ask.”

Tiana whispered, “What if a sub thought she could handle
pain, but then couldn’t?”

“Lew is a fairly sharp guy and focused on his partner. He
would likely sense something was wrong and stop the scene to discuss the
problem.”

Tiana’s forehead puckered in an adorable frown. “What if he
doesn’t notice?”

“That’s why negotiations happen before play and why every
sub has a safeword.” Liam narrowed his eyes. “Tell me what’s worrying you.”

She shook her head and dropped her gaze.

“How about I guess?” Tiana didn’t object so he continued,
“I’ve let you down in the past by not paying enough attention to your concerns.
This makes you unsure you can trust me.”

She peered up at him with bigger than usual eyes. “Yes, a
little, but I’m also afraid I won’t object when I should.” Her voice dropped,
making him lean closer to catch her words. “I want to please you so much.”

“I have to trust you to tell me if something hurts so much
you can’t bear it and you have to trust me to listen and respect your limits
even when I push them. Remind me again what they are.”

She rattled off, “Fire play, needles, knives, anything that
leaves scars, gags, and any kind of sensory deprivation, Sir.”

“Thank you for the list. I want you to tolerate a blindfold
to please me. Is this going to be a problem?”

Her lashes dropped respectfully. “I-I’ll try, Master.”

“Good, because I need you to trust me. Clear?”

“Yes. You can also trust me to take care of your heart,
Master.”

“I already do. You need to understand one more thing. Before
the night is over I’m going to fuck you raw and lick it better.”

She peeked at him with hope and a delightful blush blooming.

“We’ll start with something easy.” He took a step back and
widened his stance. “Kneel between my legs and suck me off, nice and slow.”

Tiana sighed with clear relief. The grateful look she
flashed told him he’d chosen well. She folded her legs gracefully, settling on
her heels in front of him before carefully tugging his slacks open. He’d gone
commando, so his cock sprang free. She licked her lips, attention riveted on
the erection tapping his belly. “May I use my hands, Sir?”

“Absolutely.” He braced himself against the spanking bench
and widened his stance, giving her plenty of room to work.

She grasped his rock-hard shaft at the base. The first
contact of her soft hands on his achy rod sent anticipation tingling through
his body.

Liam wrapped his fingers around hers, holding her hand in
place. “Do you remember what happens whenever we have sex?”

“I’m yours to command, Master.” Tiana kept her eyes lowered.

This time he would demand her obedience. He cupped the back
of her head and brought his shaft to her mouth. “Perfect.”

She opened for him, swirling her agile tongue over his crown
then stiffening the pointed tip to probe the sensitive edge under the rim.

A groan of pure pleasure escaped his throat. Long before
he’d grown tired of the teasing laps and tender nibbles she took him deep,
swallowing so hard she hollowed her cheeks. The squeeze of her throat kissed
his cock and sent urgent electric charges straight to the base of his spine.

She peeked up at him. Her eyes crinkled with joy as she
gently squeezed his tight balls, deep-throated him all the way to his root and
rocked his world.

Beyond the filter of the glass walls, a chorus of
appreciation and envy rose.

Liam tuned them out. The exquisite suction of her silky
mouth was impossible to resist. Better than the erotic thrill of the slick
cavern was the pride and enthusiasm radiating from her. He let himself drift in
the bliss of the moment while constantly monitoring her for any sign she was
overwhelmed or discomforted.

“I’m going to come. You will lap up all of it or there will
be consequences. Clear?”

She bobbed her head ever so slightly, signaling she’d heard
him. A rash of chill bumps prickled over her arms and shoulders.

He fisted her hair and fucked into her mouth in short, hard
strokes to keep from soothing her. Pure bliss blasted up his cock in long
spurts.

She conscientiously swallowed his release except for a few
drops, which had overflowed her lips and escaped.

Liam kept his face stony and his tone firm. “You dribbled.
Release me and remove your clothes.”

Tiana was unclear what had convinced her, but she was
positive Liam’s sudden appearance in the club hadn’t been a simple coincidence.
Somehow he’d known she was in trouble and he’d rushed to rescue her from the
harsh mercies of the wannabe Masters. She wasn’t willing to be his rescue
project, but in spite of the disappointment radiating from his stony
expression, new hope sprang to life.

She’d failed a direct order and there was no doubt about his
displeasure. The steely line of his jaw should have made her quake in her
stilettos. Instead, his stern command sent an unholy thrill of lust rippling
through her aroused cunt. His demand to strip away the flimsy armor of her
clothes was a fair punishment.

The dampness between her legs didn’t obliterate her
reluctance to expose her scars. She stiffened her spine.
The Master of my
heart literally exposed himself before a crowd of his peers. For me
.

His unflinching courage in reclaiming her publicly sent
ripples of warmth through every portion of her being. She wasn’t such a coward
she would shirk obeying him over fear of displaying a few marks on her
imperfect body. She held her head high and reminded herself pleasing Master
Liam was what mattered.

With deliberate care she unfastened the corset and set it
aside. Of course, he did up his slacks as she revealed more and more bare skin.

He watched her with a stony expression that gave her no hint
of his mood. After a few seconds of his cold regard she needed another
spine-stiffening talk.
I belong to this man and he wants my compliance.
Nothing else is important
.

Nudity still made her face heat. She kept her gaze
respectfully lowered, peeking at him through her lashes. The intensity of his
expression caused her nipples to pebble.

“Question?”

“May I stand, Master?”

Hundreds of hungry eyes glimmered beyond the glass barrier
separating them from the audience. Their stares bore into her bare skin,
rasping across her nerves and making it hard to concentrate on Master Liam.

“Yes, just long enough to remove your panties.” His answer
came in a graveled rasp, but his steel-trap jaw softened when she called him
Master, giving her another dose of hope.

She watched his face for approval and was rewarded with an
easing of the tight lines around his mouth as she skimmed the scrap of red
satin down her legs with shaky fingers, stepped out of the thong and grasped
the back of her left stiletto.

“Keep the heels on. They’ll make you easier to fuck.”

Her mouth dried at his harsh order. She glanced at the front
of his khakis. In spite of his recent climax, the tented cotton made it clear
he was totally serious. Her eyes darted to a length of black silk draped over
one brawny forearm.

How had he made the fabric appear?

The leather tote caught her attention and eased one concern.
The cloth must have been inside his bag. He’d been carrying a case when he’d
entered the main lounge and interrupted her unhappy interviews. After his
arrival, she’d been so focused on trying to ignore the crowd and concentrate on
the Master of her heart that she’d lost track of the ominous bag. At least he
hadn’t turned into a magician.

He folded the heavy silk and reached to tie it over her
eyes.

She stiffened, dreading the impending loss of sight.

A calloused hand cupped her nape. “A blindfold isn’t total
sensory deprivation. I want you to tolerate it to please me.”

“Why, Sir?” she whispered. Questioning him bordered on
insubordination, but she was more afraid of panicking when she couldn’t see and
shaming her Master.

“The loss of one sense heightens the others and makes your
sensual responses much more powerful.” Liam’s deep drawl made good sense.

She shuddered more from excitement than terror and bent her
neck in surrender. “Thank you, Sir.”

The audience vanished from her head. Every tiny noise yanked
her attention. Her skin had grown a thousand new nerve endings, making her
hyperaware of the slightest change in temperature. She inhaled Liam’s familiar
scent, grounding herself with his presence. Still she worried about what other
kinds of torture devices lurked inside the ominous carryall.

“I’m going to secure you to the St. Andrew’s Cross.” Liam
placed his warm palm on the small of her back and guided her to the saltire
with the same casual confidence he used ushering her into a restaurant. Once at
the cross, he moved her limbs with careful firmness, buckling her wrists,
ankles and waist to the smooth wood. He double-checked each padded bond held
her snug without compromising her circulation.

Liam captured her lips with his in a merciless claiming of
her mouth. His tongue thrust and she opened wider, eager for more of his
flavor. The slow burn of smooth whiskey and rough, demanding man accelerated
her arousal.

Too soon he ended the drugging kiss with a nip on her lower
lip and moved away.

She licked the small injury and stilled. Even with her
heightened senses, the filtered murmur from the throng drowned his footsteps.
Her limbs trembled from the loss of his warmth. She strained for a sign of his
presence. Finally the armoire clicked open. He hadn’t left her alone naked and
bound. The knock of ice cubes tumbling into a container piqued her curiosity.
Was he making a drink? No splash of liquid followed, so she ruled out a
cocktail. His body heat seeped into her. He was near enough to touch, if she hadn’t
been bound.

He cupped a breast, weighing the globe in his palm before
tweaking her puckered nipple. He pinched hard enough to make her inner walls
shimmy with excitement. Her breasts grew heavier and achy. Sudden, shocking
cold slid over one taut tip, causing the rigid peak to contract more.

She wanted to press her legs together to ease the burn in
her empty channel. Of course, the bonds prevented closing her thighs.
How
does a frozen cube make me burn?

He stroked the sensitive inside of her thigh, a teasing
caress that made her strain with need. “I enjoy watching my pussy bloom and
glisten.”

Right, there would be no quick relief for her.
Awesome
.

As she’d anticipated, Liam took his time tormenting both
breasts with his wicked fingers, hot mouth and a series of cruel ice cubes.
Abruptly, he lifted the ice from the nipple he’d been torturing.

A sigh of relief was still in her throat when he said,
“Let’s see if you’re ready to tolerate some pain.”

She froze, unable to think about anything other than the ominous
warning.

“Breathe with me.” His rough palm spread against the center
of her chest, warming her. “In…out.” He kept up a steady cadence until her
breaths matched his and her heart stopped jittering. “Stay with me, pet.”

He must have been satisfied with her recovery, because he
began where he’d left off, teasing her breasts with licks and nips of his
talented mouth and alternating his heated assault with the ice torture.

A few moments later, he fastened a clamp over one beaded
nipple and adjusted it until unyielding metal bit into the sensitive peak. He
continued to tighten until she clenched her teeth to keep from complaining. He
eased the small vise to mere achiness. He repeated the same torture, clamping
her other breast.

“Very pretty.”

She shuddered, waiting for the unbearable agony. To her
relief it never arrived. Her breasts were already sore from the tugs, pinches
and ice treatment. The clamps didn’t hurt any worse.

Liam flicked one clamp, which sent a jolt of electricity to
her tender peak and made the bud stiffen harder. He caressed the undersides of
her breasts with light, deft touches. She yearned for firmer caresses.

“I’m going to add extra links.” He fastened a chain between
the clamps, doubling the weight tugging her abused nipples. More worrisome was
cool metal dangling from the new jewelry. The extra strand brushed the top of
her mound.

Now every breath she drew made the clamps tug her aroused
peaks. The slightest movement sent electric tingles of pleasure-pain through
her swollen breasts and straight to her engorged clit. Liquid arousal rained
from her slit, soaking her channel and threatening to drip onto the polished
floor. Her cheeks heated as the musky fragrance of her honey mixed with his
always potent scent until the air thickened—heady with the smell of sex.

“Your cunt is as dark as a ripe peach, swollen and wet for
me. Very pretty, pet.” His voice had deepened to a sexy murmur, pulling another
shower of excitement from her empty channel. He spread her outer labia,
exposing the inner petals of sex.

Heat seared her cheeks until she was certain the color
matched her swollen pussy.

His thumb mashed her clit and her inner walls contracted. He
kept steady pressure against the throbbing bundle of nerves. Taking his time,
he worked his thick middle finger into her tight entrance. Then he added a
second digit, thrusting in and out of her heated sheath and using his roughened
pads to tease her G-spot.

She concentrated on the exquisite tension coiling deep in
her core, an orgasm close enough to make her twitch and moan. Her feminine
muscles rippled in rebellion and she bit her lip, trying to hold back the tide
of bliss rolling over her senses.

The shock of ice replaced the warmth of his thumb, freezing
her clit and yanking her from the slippery, hot edge of ecstasy.

Fury at his deliberate deprivation of pleasure gripped her.
Without thinking about consequences, she blurted, “I was so close. That was
totally mean.”

“You come when I tell you to, not before.” His growl was
raw, harsh, disappointed.

A flash of shame flared across her clamped breasts, up her
throat, and flamed her face. His wickedly clever caresses had erased everything
except her need to climax. She bowed her neck, mortified. “Yes, Master.”

“Your sass earned you more discipline.” He sounded much too
pleased with the opportunity she’d handed him.

She swallowed a groan of regret and schooled herself to
wait.

Liam walked away.

Already on edge, she chanted dragonfly in the privacy of her
mind, battling panic.
Where is he?

He settled in front of her.

Uncertain what was coming next, she held the safeword on the
tip of her tongue.

Wood creaked as he settled close enough his breath warmed
her inner thigh. Whatever he sat on must have put him level with her pussy. Her
chest squeezed so tight she fought for air. Familiar, roughened fingertips
parted the slick petals.

He inhaled. “I love your smell.” He rubbed his nose over her
throbbing clit, following the caress with a devastating lap of his tongue.
“Delicious—even sweeter than your scent.”

Wicked excitement made her jerk against his face. He clamped
down on her hips, keeping her where he wanted her.

“Easy, pet.” He traced the seam of her slit with lips and
the delicate scrape of teeth, flicking his tongue across the tiny button of
need at the top of her sex much too briefly then moving down the other side of
her channel.

Desire coiled tighter as he lapped every fold and furl then
speared his tongue into her entrance. She tried to roll her hips, desperate for
release, but she couldn’t budge his firm grip. He replaced his mouth with two
thick fingers, stroking into her slick channel while he sucked hard on her
clit. A whimper was all the warning she could manage.

He instantly released the pulsing nexus. “Don’t move.”

His voice held her in place, poised on the brink of a
shattering orgasm.

A bite of metal squeezed the rigid pearl of wanting. He’d
fastened another horrid clamp. He tightened the small vise. A tug on the clip
warned her that he’d hooked it to the chain she’d nearly forgotten.

She sighed. Even the slight movement caused more pleasure to
ripple through her erogenous zones. Each shallow breath she took incurred
another wash of biting arousal. Tension coiled in her belly, setting off a
fresh round of flutters deep inside her core. A whimper of sheer frustration
escaped her throat. Compliance with his strict order not to come without
permission was in serious jeopardy.

Liam withdrew his wicked fingers. “Do you want something
from me?”

“You’re driving me crazy. Please, Master.”

“Please what, pet?”

“Please let me come, Master.”

“Since you asked so prettily, I’ll give your request serious
consideration.” He uncoiled, captured her chin and took her mouth in a wanton
claiming, using his tongue to thrust into the soft cavern in the same rhythm
she wanted much lower.

By the time he pulled away she’d forgotten his deliberate
torment. She hungered for another drugging kiss so intensely she forgot his
rules. “More please, Master.”

“You don’t have permission to speak,” Liam growled and gave
the delicate chain a quick tug.

Electricity pulsed throughout her body. The stinging bolts
of pain quickly changed to excruciating excitement. Every cell in her body
tightened with arousal. She arched, trying to get nearer. The padded bonds kept
her helpless—locked to the cross awaiting his pleasure.

An ice cube rimming the entrance to her cunt made her jerk.
The freezing cold took a slow path through her folds. At last the melting cube
pressed against her swollen clit, turning the bundle of nerves achingly rigid.
A metal clamp dug into the tender flesh. She blinked back tears at the bite of
the small vise.

Liam tightened his grasp on her right hip. The ice clinked
and one of his rough hands gently brushed away a teardrop.

“Don’t move.” He undid her blindfold and the restraints then
carefully unhooked the delicate chain and removed the clamps from her breasts.

Relief lasted all of a heartbeat before the prick of
hundreds of pins and needles tortured the small pleasure centers. She made
desperate, strangled noises.