Diablo Blanco Club: Unfair Advantage (17 page)

“Strip.”

Bryce’s order broke her stunned appraisal of the room. Mattie slid the buttons of her blouse free. Knowing it was useless to deny her arousal, she continued to remove her clothing, taking the time to fold each article before setting it on the floor beside her.

Once naked, she bent to retrieve her clothing and met his gaze. “I haven’t done anything wrong,” she assured him, even as she calmly handed him her slacks, thong, bra, and blouse.

“Nothing wrong?” He turned his back to set the clothing inside a black-lacquered armoire.

With his back to her, Mattie took a moment to reexamine the room. She fought the grin tugging at her lips, knowing Bryce would not take her amusement well, but she couldn’t help it. It was so over-the-top with its black padded leather walls, and a black suede duvet spread across the twisted, black wrought-iron four-poster bed. The smile flattened out when she identified thick silver chains dangling from eye hooks bolted into the ceiling.

“Did I tell you to come here?” Bryce faced her again, eyes carefully examining every inch of exposed skin.

When they halted at the juncture between her thighs, Mattie swallowed heavily, realizing one moment of truth had presented itself. Now she’d find out his reaction to her overriding his instructions to the aesthetician at the spa.

If she’d expected a response, she was disappointed. He continued his discourse as if the waxed, smooth surface of her mound was nothing new. “Did you or did you not draw the attention of nearly every man in this place?” He waited patiently for her answer.

“Not every man. There were a few who approached me and Lyssa, but when we said we were just checking things out…”

“That’s one.”

“One what?”

“Rule you’ve broken.”

“No, I didn’t…”

“Were you or were you not alone with another man?” Bryce demanded.

“No.” Mattie met his gaze without flinching. “My sister was with me at all times.”

“Not good enough, Lawrence.”

Planting her hands on her hips, she glared right back at him. “No way, Halsey. You said rule number one was that I can’t be alone with any man or former lover. I wasn’t. My sister was with me at all times.”

“Not. Good. Enough.” Stepping up to her, Bryce gripped her chin, his pale green eyes boring into hers as he retorted, “Alone means without your master, Lawrence. And since, for all intents and purposes, during this trial week I am your master, you were here alone.”

From the bed, Bryce grabbed two black leather cuffs. “Hands.”

Mattie didn’t bother fighting him. Hell, her tits were getting warm and her nipples were hard as pebbles at the thought of the black leather in his hands. Verbal resistance was one thing, but physical? No. Especially since the idea of his delivering another spanking had her so aroused she was already reminding herself she wasn’t allowed to climax without his permission.

She watched Bryce take his time buckling each of the black leather cuffs onto her wrists before he grabbed another set and fastened them around her ankles. Bryce returned to the armoire to remove a few more items, all of which had Mattie breathing just a tad more quickly.

He tossed the length of black leather with silver clasps at each end on the bed, along with two shorter silver chains sporting the same clasps at each end, and had her shifting her feet to ease the ache between her thighs. In his hands he carried an unusual black belt, easily three inches wide with small stainless steel O-rings attached at intervals around it.

Without a word, he threaded it around her waist and cinched it closed. Running a finger between the belt and her skin, Bryce seemed to be checking to make sure he hadn’t made it too tight. She didn’t protest anything he did. Her curiosity overrode her fear as much as her arousal was driving her need to find out what he had planned for her.

Stepping away from her once he’d cinched the belt at her hips snugly, Bryce motioned her to follow him toward the bed. Gathering the black leather strap from the mattress, he pointed at the floor directly in front of the high-perched bed.

Feet planted where he directed, Mattie waited, silently fuming over his stubborn point of view. At the same time, she couldn’t still the zing of arousal tightening her nipples into stiff peaks or coating her sex with cream that threatened to leak onto her thighs at any moment.

“Hands,” he ordered again.

Holding her hands up, Mattie watched as Bryce secured the clamp through the steel D-rings on the cuffs. “This isn’t fair,” she muttered, unable to keep silent as he moved away from her.

The leather strap landed on the bed again, but remained there only long enough for Bryce to round the end of the bed and pick it up. Facing her across the black suede expanse, he didn’t bother responding to her comments. Instead, he tugged on the strap until Mattie found herself bent over the bed, the suede soft against her sensitive nipples, the pinch of the plug she’d put in place before leaving to pick up Lyssa sending a jolt of arousal through her ass and into her pussy.

Opposite her, Bryce squatted beside the bed. The sound of metal and leather scraping against each other had her pulse racing. He’d actually bound her to the frame of the mattress. Pulling back slightly, Mattie realized there was very little play in the strap securing her in place.

The stroke of his hands along her arms and over her shoulders had Mattie staring up at him. “Not too tight?” His touch smoothed between her belly and the comforter she rested on, before skating upward to cup her swollen breasts and lightly pinch the firm crests of her nipples.

“Bryce?” She swallowed again, hoping the crack in her voice didn’t betray the strange mixture of arousal and fear snaking its way along her spine. “What are you going to do?”

“Spanking doesn’t seem to be working on you, Lawrence.” His tone was casual as he eased onto the bed, his fingers threading through her hair, pulling it away from her eyes and off her neck.

She couldn’t see what he was doing. From the swish and sway of her hair against her back and the occasional tug on her scalp, Mattie guessed he was fashioning a braid out of her hair. But for what reason, she didn’t know. As for his assumption that spanking didn’t work on her, he was wrong. Dead wrong, she admitted as a gush of moisture flooded her pussy at the thought of his callused hand falling on her naked butt or the application of his flogger again.

So caught up in the memories and images the thought of his paddling her again conjured, Mattie almost missed the rest of what he was saying.

“So I’m going to have to try something a bit more extreme.” A soft
thump
punctuated his words before he slid from the bed.

Pushing herself up onto her toes, Mattie was able to raise herself onto her elbows and follow his progress from the bed to the armoire. The brush of her hair against her shoulder distracted her long enough for her to confirm that she’d been correct. The disorderly curls had been wound into a neat, uniform braid and secured with a length of leather. By the time she turned back to where Bryce had been standing, he was gone.

A door beside the armoire stood open, a soft light spilling into the shadowed room as the sound of drawers opening and closing filtered out to her. The straining muscles in the back of her calves and thighs protested her position. Flat-footed once again, Mattie rested her cheek against the duvet and watched as Bryce approached the bed. The low-wattage bulbs in the lamps beside the door and bed cast a soft glow through the room.

Oh, cripes
. She could feel her eyes going wide at the things he carried in his hands. It wasn’t fear but nerves that had her belly quivering. The tube of lubricant was familiar, as was the silver vibrator he’d begun using on her two days earlier. Her pussy heated and cream oozed onto her thighs at the memories that slender silver wand conjured. But the most arousing and unnerving item Bryce carried was a butt plug. Only this one was larger than the one currently in residence up her ass.

“Bryce, I…” She didn’t know what she’d been about to tell him, but the single negative shake of his head halted her words.

“Not interested, Lawrence.” Setting the items on the mattress, Bryce moved to stand behind her.

Mattie waited, eyes closed, forehead resting on the duvet as Bryce’s hands smoothed over her hips, onto her bottom, and halted. In her mind’s eye, she imagined the red base of the plug she’d used looked incongruous nestled between the curves of her butt.

“That’s two rules, Lawrence.” His words were husky, as if arousal and amusement vied for supremacy, and neither won.

“Two?”

“Rules one and two.” Bryce slid his hands over her butt and into the crease between, before tracing the base of the plug visible between the round cheeks of her bottom. “No other men—”

“Wait,” she interrupted, twisting just enough to watch him over her shoulder. “I still say I wasn’t alone with another man at any time this evening until you brought me up here.”

“—and no self-stimulation,” he finished, ignoring her.

“Self-stimu—” Her questioning tone was choked off in a quick gasp as Bryce pulled on the device, sending an unexpected splinter of pain and pleasure through her body.

When he tugged on it a second time, a shiver coursed through her body, stopping her breath and sending the muscles in her belly twitching in time with those deeper inside her pussy.

“Let it go,” he urged, pulling carefully at the lodged plug. “Easy now.” His voice was smooth, quiet in the still room as he took his time coaxing the thick rubber device free.

A whimper slipped past her lips as the tip left her body and the emptiness registered, but it was short-lived. First one, then a second finger, liberally coated with lubricant eased passed the outer muscles before retreating.

Mattie couldn’t stop from calling out, her voice tight with need. “No!” Fighting the pressure he applied to her lower back with one hand to keep her still, she tried to push back.

“Stop.” The command was firm and accompanied by a sharp slap to her bottom. A second smack on the opposite cheek had her squirming, but the attempts to draw him back halted.

Quivering, her body desperate for release, Mattie fought her growing climax, knowing another punishment would be handed down if she came without permission. Considering what he was putting her through, she didn’t think she could handle a third.

Shifting her grip, Mattie latched on to the leather strap securing her to the bed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she burrowed her forehead into the bedding and waited. When it finally came, she could have wept and screamed at the same time, instead she moaned, enjoying the sting of the thick tip of the plug Bryce pressed against her rear opening.

“Push back, baby,” he purred.

He’d seen the wide-eyed look filling her face when she’d caught sight of the large butt plug, and the smile on his lips had to have been disconcerting, but it wasn’t nervousness or fear—no—he’d forced his excitement down when he realized anticipation filled Mattie’s expression. He lubed the plug, then set the tip in place. As he pressed forward, he didn’t need to prompt Mattie. In the cheval mirror, he watched her eyes close and her mouth open in an excited gasp as she pushed back, relaxing her muscles so that the first bulb of the toy slid into place. Watching the first rounded tip slide inside had his cock leaking in his jeans.

As the base grew larger, her gasps came more rapidly. He watched her fingers grip the leather her bindings were lashed to. Sliding one hand between the covers and her pussy, Bryce slipped his fingers between the drenched, weeping petals and circled the taut bundle of nerves. Fingering her clit, he pressed the next two bulbs on the plug into place, then felt her spasm against his fingertips as Mattie fought the orgasm winding through her.

Her body shuddered beneath him, cries pouring from her lips, juices wetting his hand and dripping onto the soft black suede of the duvet. Leaning over her, Bryce crooned quiet sounds into her ear, soothing the fear he recognized on her face. Part of him was worried at the look. With the cataclysm pulsing through her body, desperate for release, and the source stemming from the alien feeling of her ass being penetrated, he’d known other lovers to balk and run from him once they’d regained their senses. He knew—hoped, prayed—Mattie wasn’t one of those.

It took everything he had to keep from ripping open his pants and filling her pussy. The wet, red lips throbbed beneath his fingertips as he stroked her folds and waited for her ragged breathing to subside. He waited for her to regain control of her body before he continued pushing the remaining few inches of the plug into place.

By the time the sixth and largest curve slipped inside, he was sure he would explode. More than the sight of the small red plug had aroused him. Knowing she’d intentionally defied him by overriding his instructions at the spa had his Dominant nature rearing up. He knew he’d judged her correctly as a woman willing to challenge him on every level. After this evening, she would have little doubt who was the master in their relationship.

With the plug in place, he moved away from the bed, carrying the toy he’d removed into the bathroom and set it in the sink to clean later. Grabbing a clean cloth from the pile on the vanity, he ran warm water over it and squeezed out the excess before returning to the room and Mattie’s trembling form on the bed. Quick, smooth swipes of the hand towel removed the additional lubricant glistening on her skin.

The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his mouth water at the thought of her cream wetting her pussy, sliding down her thighs. Fighting the urge to turn her onto her back and bury his face between her thighs, Bryce stripped off his T-shirt, the need to feel her skin against his overriding caution. Draping his larger body over hers, his legs forcing her open, he let one hand caress her white-knuckled grip on the strap, while the other insinuated its way between her shivering belly and the suede cover, damp from her sweat.

Setting his lips close to her ear, he whispered, “When you come into our bedroom after we marry, Lawrence”—he waited for the soft whimpers to grow quiet; then, slipping his hand from her stomach to the bare, swollen folds between her thighs, he stirred the warm fluid pooling there—“this sweet little pussy won’t last for very long.” One finger, then a second, delved between her puffy lips, teasing the hardened knot before sliding into the tight sheath. “And after I’ve worn it out with my attentions, I’m going to start on this sexy ass.”