Haunted (9 page)

He took her to the cusp of orgasm, but didn’t let her come. He lifted his hand away from her just before she found her release, and she groaned with disappointment.

“You are mine,” he whispered into her ear. “Your pleasure will be at my command.”

“Yes, Luke,” she said and he frowned. That provoked a memory that would spoil everything for him.

“Master,” Zach corrected sternly, giving her thigh a tight squeeze. “You will call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.” Caitlyn bit her lip and arched her back, as if to invite his kiss. Zach had his weight braced on one elbow and he slid his hand beneath her neck, gripping her nape. She felt fragile in his hands, as if he could crush her, and he squeezed a little, making her more aware of her powerlessness.

“Whenever I ask if you are helpless, you will try to free yourself.”

“Yes, Master.” She wriggled a little, but that wasn’t what Zach meant.

He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her flinch. “No. You will try as hard as you can to do so.”

“But what if I succeed?”

“Then I’ll bind you tighter. It’s important that both of us know you are helpless, that you’re totally under my control.”

She licked her lip, a little nervous at that, but still ready for whatever he meant to do. “Yes, Master.”

He bent and brushed his lips across hers, then slid his tongue along her jaw to her earlobe. She was quivering with desire, and when he leaned over her, he rested his weight slightly on her. “Are you helpless?” he whispered in her ear and had to close his eyes as she fought her bonds beneath him. She twisted and writhed and struggled, without making very much difference at all. He heard the way her breath hitched at the realization that she was at his mercy, and felt her heart skip a beat.

And he smelled the sweet honey of her puss.

She loved this.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, even as she kept struggling, and there was a delicious quiver in her voice.

“Then it’s time to punish you,” he said, feeling her breath catch again. He wished he’d been better prepared for this scene, but he’d talk to Rex in the morning.

He was going to need some toys.

He got out of the bed, then reached back to drag her to the edge of the bed. Of course, there was an upholstered ottoman before the fireplace. He carried Caitlyn to it and laid her upon it on her stomach. He stoked up the fire, wanting her to feel the heat of it on her skin. He also wanted to see her better, and he stood for a moment, admiring the view of her in the golden firelight, trussed to perfection.

He wished he had his phone to take a picture, but it had been locked away with his modern clothes when they had arrived. He walked around her, stepping deliberately so that she’d hear his footsteps. He let her worry about his plans for a moment, watching how her breathing accelerated. He drew off one glove, held the cuff, and then snapped it hard against her butt.

She yelped, as much from surprise as anything else.

He crouched down before her and seized her ponytail. “Must I gag you?”

Her mouth worked for a moment. “No, Master.” She swallowed. “Unless you want to, Master.”

Zach ran his hand over her mouth again and she parted her lips, grazing the edge of his gloved finger with her teeth.

“I’ll be good, Master.”

“Maybe we’ll both enjoy if you’re bad,” he murmured, sensing her surprise. “I have a feeling I’m going to like punishing you, Caitlyn.”

She smiled, quickly and mischievously. “I’m yours to command, Master.”

“Yes. Yes, you are, although you’re only beginning to understand what that means.” He held his thumb over her mouth for a moment. “Let’s count the blows together. I’m going to spank you pink, and I’ll need to know how many strokes that takes.”

She swallowed again. “Yes, Master. That would be one.”

Zach smiled. The glove wasn’t going to be good enough. “Don’t move,” he said, as if she could, and strode back to his own room. He got his belt from his trousers and returned to Caitlyn. He paused on the threshold for a moment, just savoring the sight of her.

This might be his only chance to have her.

If this would be the fuel for his fantasies, Zach was going to make it count.

He folded the belt in his grip so that only the tip would snap against her skin. It would warm her up quickly and wouldn’t break the skin. It would flick, hard, and make a satisfying noise. He cracked it across her ass, right below the curve of her butt where it would make the strongest impression.

Caitlyn nearly came off the ottoman. She moaned before she could stop herself, then whispered shakily. “Two.”

“Arch your back,” Zach commanded. “Lift your ass for each blow. Show me that you want it.” She did as instructed, so sweet and submissive that he wanted to bang her immediately.

But no. They’d both enjoy this scene more if he made it last. Zach set to work, the leather belt in one hand and the glove in the other, mixing the weight and the location of his blows and working her up steadily.

There was a method to a good spanking and Zach knew it. The pain could build into pleasure, if the punishment was orchestrated with care. To his delight, Caitlyn was more responsive than he’d expected.

She might have been born to be disciplined by him.

Or he might have been destined to own her.

He mixed the blows, hard and soft, sharp and gentle, caressing her with his gloved hand at intervals and even kissing her skin when she least expected it. Caitlyn’s skin grew pinker and pinker, and he knew it was more sensitized with every blow. She surrendered the natural desire to anticipate whether he would administer pain or pleasure, softening and becoming more compliant with every blow. She capitulated completely to his whim, moaning a little with her count no matter what he did.

It was perfect. Zach worked her butt up to a rosy glow, then rolled her over, slamming her butt hard into the ottoman. She arched her back then wriggled a little, driving her ass against the ottoman in a need for more sensation. She was hungry for it, hungry for him, but he’d push them both a little bit more.

Her nipples were taut beads, and he slapped them with the leather glove, making her jump. He spanked her belly and the inside of her thighs with the leather glove until she was panting and her skin was bright pink. Her count was over fifty and her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted.

He dropped to his knees at her feet and closed his mouth over her delicious snatch. She jumped and moaned from the depths of her being, straining to spread her thighs wider apart. He ate her with deliberation, flicking his tongue over her clitoris and sucking gently. He grazed it with his teeth and she nearly went into orbit.

“Master!” she whispered, such desperation in her tone that Zach nearly came on the spot. “Master,
please
!”

“Are you helpless?”

She fought her bonds with vigor, shuddering that she was so securely bound. “Yes, Master.”

“You are not allowed to come,” he commanded, then touched his erection against her slick heat. She was so wet that he had to grit his teeth and muster his control. He teased her, rubbing himself against her clitoris, sliding his cock between the lips of her labia. He gripped her butt tightly and drove them both wild.

“Master!” Caitlyn whispered when he was buried inside her. “Master!” She writhed. She begged. She rubbed her hips against him, as if to suck him inside of her. She was almost incoherent in her need.

Zach gripped her ass and squeezed, then lifted her butt off the ottoman to hold her against him. Her weight was on her shoulders, her mouth so soft and luscious that he was tempted to slide his cock into her mouth first.

Later. He couldn’t wait any longer this time.

Zach stared at Caitlyn with pride, striving to memorize the look of the black rope bound around her pink body. He loved how he had marked her already. She wouldn’t be able to sit down the next day without wincing. She wouldn’t be able to forget that she was owned. “How many strikes were there?” he demanded.

“Forty-six, Master.” She was wonderfully breathless, flushed and radiant. There was a patina of perspiration on her rosy skin. He could feel the warmth of her even though the gloves.

“And how many will there be next time?”

“As many as you want, Master.”

“And why are you being punished?”

“Because I want Zach, Master. Because I am bad.” She tipped her hips up, rubbing her labia against him and moaned.

Zach couldn’t resist temptation any longer. He eased into her then drove deep in a single smooth gesture. Caitlyn gasped and shuddered. He leaned his weight upon her, crushing her against the ottoman as he caught his breath. She was so tight. So hot. So welcoming.

He worked her with little thrusts as he spoke, knowing his cock was rubbing against her clitoris. She wriggled beneath him, proof that he was pushing her even higher. She was so sweet that he knew he’d never get enough of her.

But there were commands to be given, commands that would increase his hold over her. He gripped the back of her head and whispered into her ear, those little thrusts making him crazy, too. “Tomorrow morning, you will have your corset tightened more than today. You won’t even be able to take a deep breath when it’s right.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Tomorrow night, you will wait for your punishment right here, on your knees, in your corset, stockings and boots, with your hair bound like this. You will blindfold yourself at midnight and await my pleasure.”

“Yes, Master.”

He gritted his teeth, needing all his strength to hold back, and ground himself against her clitoris. She gasped and moaned, her breath in his ear.

One last instruction to make it right.

“You are forbidden to come tomorrow,” he whispered roughly. “No matter what happens. No matter what anyone does to you.” He eased his hand between them, capturing her clitoris again. “You come only with
me
.”

“Yes, Master.” Caitlyn was shaking with the effort to control herself and he knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Neither would he, and he wanted this scene to be a success.

Later, she could fuck up and be punished.

Tonight had to be just right. He rolled that tight bead and felt her shake. He nuzzled her ear and loved how she moaned. He continued those short thrusts, driving a little deeper each time, waiting until she started to thrash beneath him. It was the best sensation ever.

“Master,” she whimpered and he felt the trembling start deep inside her. She wouldn’t be able to control her orgasm any longer, and he wasn’t entirely sure he could control his. It was just so hot to have her like this.

“Now!” Zach commanded and pinched her clitoris hard. Caitlyn shouted as the release claimed her, tipping her head back and coming in a long shaking rush. She tightened around him convulsively and he lost his own control, coming and coming and coming until he was sure she had milked him dry.

“Oh, Master,” she whispered, still trembling beneath him. She kissed his shoulder sweetly, panting and hot. It was fabulous to be inside her like this, in front of the fire, feeling the bonds he’d knotted around her and her soft skin beneath him.

Zach trailed his fingertips over her mouth and she nibbled at them, so playful that he smiled. “Do you like to be silenced, Caitlyn?”

“I don’t know, Master.”

He ran his thumb over her mouth, pressing it against her lips, then kissed her cheek. “What is your strongest fantasy, Caitlyn?”

“To be Zach’s sex toy,” she whispered, her words sending a thrill though him. “To be completely under his control.”

“That’s a very naughty thing for you to want,” he whispered, unable to keep from caressing her.

“I know, Master,” Caitlyn confessed and pouted a little.

“It seems that you haven’t been disciplined enough to have learned your lesson,” he said, kissing below her ear.

“I haven’t, Master.” She shivered from head to toe, and sighed contentment. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll just have to discipline you again, Caitlyn.” Zach smiled when she ran her tongue over her lips, capitulating and obviously enjoying it.

It was going to be a helluva week. He surveyed Caitlyn, thinking, and knew just what he’d do to her next.

The night was young—and as for the next day, well, this was The Phoenix. Any place managed by Rex had to have a store.

Chapter Three

Caitlyn was exhausted when her lover laid her in the four-poster bed and changed her bonds yet again. He’d washed her with care after their first scene, then caressed her so that the heat began to build again. He’d untied her ankles and bent her over that ottoman, tying her down before taking her from behind, his leather glove shoved into her mouth as a gag. She’d liked being gagged a lot, as it made her feel more powerless even than the blindfold. That time, though, she hadn’t been allowed to come.

She was still humming with need when he laid her on her back on the bed and she winced a little at the press of the sheets against her skin. She’d liked being spanked, too. She’d liked the way her skin had gotten hot all over and become so sensitive.

It figured that Zach knew how to control her reaction.