Deeper [The Underground 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (7 page)

“Christ, Stella.” Tate groaned and jerked in her mouth, causing her eyes to water. She braced her hands on his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out of her mouth and then push back in. He fucked her mouth slow and easy and she found herself moving her tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his semen coated her taste buds. A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down her throat, spurred her motions. She started bobbing her head along his length at the same time he thrust in and out.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes.” His hold on her hair tightened and his thrusting hips became more frantic in his need for release. “Take it all, Stella. Take all of my fucking cock.”

“Mmm.” Closing her eyes she focused on getting him off. She had never thought giving a man head could bring her so much pleasure, but her pussy was soaked and her pulse was pounding in her clit. She needed to get him off desperately. Hands gripping his strong thighs, she let them move behind him until she felt the firm, taut cheeks of his ass. They flexed while he pumped his hips. Once, twice, and stilling on the third time as he buried his dick all the way in her mouth until she felt his balls bump her chin and his cum coat the back of her throat. His orgasm was powerful and she felt her own pleasure mounting. She wanted to reach between her thighs and rub herself, knew that it would only take a few hard strokes and she would be going over right with him. Just as she let one of her hands drop from his body and snake down her belly and between her legs, Tate’s grip tightened on her and he pushed her back. His hold on her head stayed strong, and when his cock slipped from her lips he forced her to look at him.

“You won’t find pleasure until you give me what I want.” She felt her brows knit in confusion. Hadn’t she just given him what he wanted? “You will tell me how many men have fucked you.”

You have got to be kidding me.
How in the hell did someone just get off, rather strongly if she did say so herself, and bring up a topic most men didn’t care to discuss? “Why is this so damn important to you?” Her voice had risen with her mounting frustration. She wanted to get off, too, yet here was Tate, his softening cock an inch from her face, his eyes set hard.

“If you want my face between those creamy thighs and my cock buried deep inside of your cunt, you’ll tell me, Stella.”

Teeth gritting together, Stella didn’t know why she was being so stubborn. There was a part of her that had promised she would only give Tate her body. He didn’t need to know about her personal business. He must have seen her answer on her face because she saw his jaw clench just before he hauled her up. Her breasts swayed from the force of his movements and then she was pressed against his chest. His mouth crashed against hers and his hands slid down her body to cup her ass.

His cock was starting to harden again between their bodies and she pressed closer, needing the contact. He couldn’t make her tell him. But as his tongue ran along her bottom lip, she wondered if she would be able to deny him anything, especially when it seemed her body was now running the show.

Tate had a firm grip on her hand as he led them back upstairs and to his room. Once they crossed the threshold he let go of her hand and shut the door. She could see what Tate had meant when he asked the butler if his room had been prepared. A bright fire burned in the fireplace and the sheets were turned down on the bed. A few candles were lit around the bed and gave the room a soft, intimate glow.

“Get on the bed, Stella.” She was still nude, and if he hadn’t assured her they were the only ones in the house, she would have been mortified to prance around naked.

She moved toward the bed on shaky legs. When she was at the edge she felt her eyes widen at what she saw. Tied to the posts at the top and bottom of the bed were restraints. She turned around when she heard Tate moving closer. He had fastened his pants back before they ascended the stairs, but now his hands were undoing his belt and button. He stopped in front of her and pushed his pants down his thighs. The cock he revealed was once again hard as rock. Gripping his erection, he stroked it from root to tip as he watched her.

“Get on the bed, Stella.” He repeated his command.

She looked behind her at the restraints and swallowed. “But—”

“No.” The finality of that one word had her spine straightening. “You will do what I say. That was part of our agreement, unless you’ve changed your mind and would like to leave?”

She knew he was right, but she had been a strong, independent woman for so long, taking care of her father and directing him. To have someone take full control was difficult for her, but if she wanted to make sure everything worked out she would have to listen to him. “Okay.” She moved onto the bed and scooted to the center. Knees bent and hands flat on the bed, bracing herself up, Stella watched with a dry mouth as Tate stalked the rest of the way to her.

“Lay flat on your back and put your hands above your head.” His voice was eerily calm and he showed no expression. He was like a machine, a well-oiled machine.

She did as he said without any hesitation because she was afraid if she did he might tell her to leave, that he was sick of her not abiding by their agreement. He took one of her wrists and secured it at the headboard with a soft leather restraint. He moved around to the other side and did the same to her other wrist. When she was fully secured he took a step back and admired his handiwork. He turned his back to her and made his way over to a closet. She tested the binds, found them secure but not tight enough that it was uncomfortable. The way her arms were tied above her head forced the rest of her body to stretch. She felt exposed in this position, and a part of her felt a sliver of fear at what he had planned.

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Tate moved away from Stella spread out on his bed like an offering. The sight of her tied to the headboard, every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure was slowly draining his self-control. He opened his closet that housed the various toys he liked to use on certain occasions. Tate didn’t have dark desires, per se, but every once in a while there was a need to show a little dominance to a willing submissive. Now that he had Stella here, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted, that urge to show her who was in charge reared its head. He ran his fingers over a flogger and looked over his shoulder. Stella watched him with wide eyes. No, the flogger was too much for her. Well, at this point in their relationship it was. Perhaps later on he might make her ass nice and red.

He needed an instrument that would extract the information that he wanted out of her. She may not know him well enough, but by the end of the night she would know that he always got what he wanted. Always. Choosing a blindfold, he closed the closet and moved toward her. She squirmed against the silk sheets, as if she thought she could really escape what he was about to do to her. Her eyes kept bouncing from his face to what he held and he entertained the thought that she would most likely tell him what he wanted to know right now. The idea of teasing her to the brink of orgasm and denying her that pleasure until she obeyed him was a delight he was not about to pass up. Here she was, ready for his taking, and he wasn’t about to pass it up.

“Lift your head,” he whispered by her ear and was immensely pleased when she obeyed right away. He slipped the strip of black velvet over her eyes and tied it behind her head. A little sensory deprivation might do her some good. He wanted her to feel every little touch, every gentle stroke of his hands on her body. He didn’t want her thinking about anything else, seeing or hearing anything that didn’t directly result from what he was doing to her. Slipping the headphones on he noticed her breathing had increased and her legs were sawing up and down on the sheets. He didn’t waste any time.

He moved onto the bed and took residence beside her legs. Placing his hand on one of her inner thighs, he pushed it open. She stiffened for only a second before she took his silent cue and spread her other thigh. With her legs wide open he moved between them. Her cunt was a thing of beauty, all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness he caused. She was primed for him, but he wanted her soaking, dripping with nectar until she soaked the sheets beneath her.

“Your cunt is a pretty shade of pink, sweet Stella.” He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he couldn’t filter what he was thinking. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing and his eyes were riveted from her mouth to the smooth lips of her pussy. He lifted his hand and ran his finger down the center of her cunt. Her body visibly shook and he smiled, loving that just the slightest touch from him affected her so quickly. Placing his thumb on her clit, he pressed into it while he slid his index finger over her slickness and circled it around the opening of her vagina. Her legs seemed to fall open even wider and a soft mewl left her. Slipping his finger into the wet, hot depth of her body, he grunted when her pussy sucked the digit inside.

He finger fucked her in long strokes while he rubbed hard, slow circles around the swollen little bud of her clit. The breathy cries that came from her had his cock throbbing and leaking cum. He used his other hand to grip his shaft. Tightening his fingers around his aching member, he started tugging at it as he thrust with his finger into her. He could have come just from watching his finger dip into her body, but he wanted to hold off until he could blow his load inside of her, feeling her snug little cunt gripping him.

“Tell me, Stella.” He fucked her harder and rubbed her clit faster. He wanted her on the verge of coming. He wanted her to beg him for it, to give him anything he wanted just so she could come. She would get there. There were no doubts that by the end of the night he would fuck her good and hard, finally giving in to what they both desperately wanted.

“Tate.” The way his name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need, had him gripping his shaft harder. Fuck, he wanted inside of her so bad. “Please. I’m so close.” She squirmed on the bed, her breasts thrust out and her hips rising to meet his plunging finger.

His grin came instantly and he knew that no matter how hard she tried to keep the information he wanted to herself, she would crack and give him what he wanted. At least he hoped she did because his cock was so hard and his balls were near to bursting and the sight of her plump pussy. He continued to push his finger into her and leaned forward, lifting the headphones off until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Tell me.” He breathed out those two words, loving how her hair shifted from his breath and teased his cheek.

“What?” She moaned out the word when he added another finger, stretching her tight little hole.

“How many men, sweetheart?” Despite the fact her body stiffened and she tried to pull away from him, she continued to lift her hips, fucking herself on the digits.

“Why is this so important to you?” She gasped on the last word when he twisted his fingers in her, raking them across her G-spot.

“It isn’t so much how many, but my desire for you to obey me at all costs, no matter what.” It was true to an extent. He did want to know how many men had been in her sweet pussy, but that wasn’t the only reason. Pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth, he slid his tongue out and ran it along her bottom lip. “You will do as I say, Stella, and not because that was the agreement.” He ran his fingers over the swollen bundle of tissue again and she cried out, her pussy gripping his fingers. She was close. He could feel it as her inner muscles tightened around the digits. He knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and a little twist along the bundle of tissue and she would go off.

“I–It doesn’t matter, Tate.” He removed his fingers from her body and she groaned. “Please.”

“If you want more all you have to do is tell me what I want.” She didn’t respond so he took his hand and ran it over one of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and tight, the air making them poke up as if begging for his mouth. Leaning over, he suctioned his mouth over the turgid peak.

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

He grinned around her flesh and ran his tongue over her nipple. She tasted so very good, like berries and cream. Her flesh was as smooth as the satin beneath them and he knew he would never get enough. While he sucked and licked, he moved his hand down her flat stomach and to the hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy. A cry left her and she begged him for more.

“I’ll give it all to you if you just submit to me, Stella,” he murmured around her flesh. “Just submit to me, baby.”

“God.” He lifted his head, her nipple coming free from the suction of his mouth with a pop. Her tiny hands were in fists around the leather restraints, her arms straining with the force of her need to come.

He circled her clit again, harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure and then removing his finger right before she went over the edge.

“Ugh.” The little outburst had him smiling but he would not relent. “Three. I’ve been with three.” There it was. “Are you happy?”

Fuck. Yeah.

He didn’t know if he could have held out much longer. Latching his mouth onto hers, he stroked her body until she shook and cried out against his lips. He swallowed her cry of pleasure, feeling his own need to be buried inside of her mounting to an uncomfortable level. He found himself pressing his hips into the mattress, trying to let off some of the lust he had for her. It was no use. There was no denying that there wasn’t a substitute for what he really wanted.

When her body stopped shaking he moved away and opened up one of the bedside drawers. Grabbing a condom, he quickly sheathed himself and moved into position between her splayed thighs. He wasn’t going to be gentle, not this time. He placed a hand on each of her thighs, feeling the delicate flesh of her inner thighs slightly damp from her need for him. He was harder than any other time before. Placing the very tip of his cock at the entrance of her cunt, he lifted his eyes to her. She still had on the blindfold and the urge to rip it off of her so he could see the glazed-over look her eyes would be sure to have was strong in him. Even with the blindfold on he could see her cheeks were flushed and her hairline was wet from sweat. He pushed into her, filling every succulent inch of her pussy with his cock. Her mouth opened and her back arched. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.