Offside (40 page)

“Yellow, Sir. I hate these things.” Her bottom lips trembled. “They hurt so bad!”

He frowned. He hadn’t even tightened it yet. “Is it really that bad, Becky? I haven’t added any pressure. Have you used these before?”

“I have, but the teeth dig in and . . .” She swallowed, her brow furrowing. “There’s no teeth. No cutting.”

Fucking Christ.
If he ever found the Dom who’d abused her trust and forced her to experience . . . but no. There was no point in dwelling on that now. He gave her a moment to absorb what she was experiencing with him. Mild pain, if that.

“There’s a bit of pressure, but . . .” She exhaled roughly. “Not yellow. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He moved the tiny circle to add a bit more pressure. “Tell me when it reaches the point of actual pain.”

She bit her bottom lip. Then gasped. “Oh! Enough! No more, please!”

“Good girl.” He put the other clamp on, circling both nipples with his thumbs as she adjusted to the sensations. “So pretty. Your breasts are nice and heavy. You should feel them more with the clamps on.”

“I do, Sir.” Her hair was clinging to her temples again, but this time, it wasn’t because of the heat. She gave him a grateful look when he smoothed it back. “I’ve never been the type of woman to get much out of a man playing with my breasts, but . . .”

“This is different.” He smiled when she nodded. Good. Very good. He wanted everything about their scene to be different from the half-assed scenes in her past. “You do know they hurt more coming off?”

“I know.” She giggled, a light, happy sound that made his cock strain against the zipper of his jeans. “But I think I can take it.”

“Good. Eyes closed.” He reminded her. She shut her eyes obediently, and he picked up the flogger at his feet. From this point on, he would do everything in his power to make every memory she had of all the toys a Dom could use pleasant. “Don’t forget it is me touching you. Toying with you.”

“I won’t forget, Sir. I’m here for you. I just hope all the talking isn’t ruining things.”

“It isn’t, but I think you need to be silent for a while. Find the place where you were before. Stay there. Let me do the thinking for you.”

“Is it enough for you, Sir?” She tensed as he ran the strands of the flogger up her inner thigh. “I need to know that I’m giving you something too. I can’t . . . I don’t feel right just taking.”

The way she held on to that tender, generous nature, through it all, was precious. But he wouldn’t be satisfied until he helped her let it all go. He flicked the flogger lightly against her flesh. Not hard enough to sting. Just enough to get her ready for what would come. “You’re giving me—” He took a step back, flicking the flogger again. Harder this time. “—everything I need.”

The tension in her body kept his strikes light at first, just hard enough for a slight sting. But as the tension eased away, he let her feel the leather strands wrap around her inner thighs, over her belly, her breasts. The chains clinked noisily as she arched toward him, silently begging for more. Stark red welts marked her flesh as he let the flogger strike her with a bit more force. Enough that she’d feel it for days. He hit the rosy flesh around her nipples, slowing his pace as the muscles in her thighs tightened. She wasn’t a masochist, but her arousal, mixed with the endorphins each bite of the flogger sent pulsing through her veins, brought her closer and closer to her release.

And it was time to give it to her.

“Now, little doe.” He stood close to her, flattening her breasts with his chest, filling her with two fingers, slapping her outer thigh with the flogger. Again. And again. “Let me hear you scream!”

Her pussy gripped his fingers convulsively. She threw her head back and let out a scream that sliced straight down the length of his rock-hard cock and speared his balls. He dropped the flogger and withdrew his fingers. She was still clenching, still shuddering from her climax.

The next one would be even harder.

He went to the fridge and took out the Ben Wa balls. While they were still nice and cold, he pushed them inside her, savoring the lovely contrast of the cold glass entering her blazing hot body. Tiny goose bumps covered her flesh as he dropped to his knees, rubbing his cheek along her inner thigh before bringing his tongue up to her slick pussy. He held on to her thighs as he licked her, groaning as he pushed his tongue into her snug cunt, pushing it past the muscles fighting to keep those little balls inside.

“Don’t let them go.” Breathing hard, he pressed his forehead to her stomach, feeling his grip on control falter. She was so far gone she didn’t answer him. Simply dropped her head back and thrust her pussy closer to his face. “Stay with me, Becky. I’m going to take you now.”

“Ah!” She trembled as he pressed one last kiss on the plump flesh of her pussy lips. “Zach!”

He stood and undid his belt. Folded it and slapped the length along one if her quivering thighs. Then the other. After unclipping her wrist and ankle cuffs from the chains, he steadied her with an arm around her waist, then turned her to face away from him. He clipped her wrist cuffs above her once again, then drew her thighs together and cinched them with his belt. It would be a tight fit, but it would also make it easier for her to hold the glass balls inside. There was a condom on the floor with his toys. He unzipped his jeans, then tore the wrapped of the condom, peeling it over his feverishly hot dick.

Fisting his dick in his hand, one arm around her waist, he pushed between her thighs, into her wet slit, shoving hard until he was in as far as he could go. He pulled her flush against him. The little balls shifted around the head of his cock and the sensation made him shudder. He drew out, then slammed in hard. The chains sang along with her rough cries.

* * * *

Becky’s gasps had hurt her raw throat as the cold glass balls had filled her. She’d been so sure they would slip out, but then Zach had used his tongue on her, bound her thighs together, and filled her up with his dick. For some reason, those tiny balls made her even more moist than usual. And the way they massaged her inner walls, gliding around, stimulating new places within, kept her balancing endlessly on the verge of yet another orgasm.

Everything had passed in quick, erotic flashes, numbing her brain. Her skin sizzled everywhere that the flogger had hit her. Zach’s broad chest pressed against her back. He moved around her, and she let out a scream as the tight pinch on her nipples from the clamps disappeared and blood rushed back into the puckered flesh. Pain swelled out through her breasts, making them sore and sensitive as they swayed. She felt his dick between her clenched thighs, driving into her cunt hard, making those little balls move faster, slipping and sliding until the noises coming from her kept time with their every shift.

Control was lost. Belonged to him. All of her belonged to him. Everything except for her mind and her heart. But even the wall protecting them crumbled as she screamed, coming again and again. The tight confines of her pussy were breached mercilessly, and she couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to stop it. She dropped her head, shaking as his dick dragged in and out, so slowly that she could feel the silken flesh moving over his steel length. Feel the throbbing of his pulse as he swelled, as he slammed into her and let out a growl of release.

He didn’t pull out right away, and she wasn’t sure whether it was more for his benefit or hers, but when he finally eased out she realized all her bones had disintegrated. Her body wouldn’t do anything she wanted it to. She couldn’t stand up straight, couldn’t move her arms—her arms, still up over her head with her wrist cuffs attached to chains. Zach unclipped the cuffs one-handed, holding her against him with one arm bracing her back. He carefully placed her arms around his neck. She tried to straighten her legs, but they were stuck together.

“Easy, little doe.” Zach smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he picked her up. “Let’s get you settled so I can take that off.”

She thought he’d put her on the floor or on one of the benches. Instead, he carried her to his room, laying her down on the bed, grinning as she let her arms flop down at her sides. She groaned. “You broke me.”

He unstrapped her legs, then rubbed his hands over the indents left by the belt. Glancing up at her words, he chuckled. “You’re still in one piece. You might be a little sore by the time I’m done with you, but—”

Her eyes widened.
Is he joking?
“You’re not done with me?”

“I told you, Becky.” He shifted, gently massaging her arms and her shoulders. “I’ll never be done with you.”

His hands on her, soothing, comforting, made her feel heavy. He made her kneel up on the bed and release the Ben Wa balls, then eased her down, tucking her in as her eyes drifted shut. She struggled to open them again.

“Don’t fight it. Sleep for a little while.” He stretched out beside her, petting her hair, his voice deep and soothing, almost hypnotic in the way it helped her sink deeper into that peaceful place in her head.

“Can’t. You need—”

“I need to hold you.” He kissed her cheek. “That’s all.”

* * * *

Soft kisses, a hand massaging her breast.
So very nice.

Becky turned her head sleepily, smiling against Zach’s lips as he climbed over her. She was already wet and ready for him, more than happy to feel his weight settle on her, his fingers gliding into her pussy at a lazy pace. She was still wearing his collar, so he could do whatever he wanted to her. And there was something fulfilling about him taking her in the dead of the night, using her for his pleasure before she was even fully awake.

He rose up on his knees between her thighs. She kept her eyes shut, her body soft and open to him.

Something cool spilled over the moisture slicking her folds. His fingers spread it further, down to her back hole. She whimpered as the tip of his finger dipped into her
there
.

He’d warned her, but she hadn’t expected him to toy with her there now. His touch had been so sweet, so loving . . . there was nothing loving about a man fucking her ass.

He said he wouldn’t.

“Do you trust me, Becky?” Zach kissed her stomach, his gaze steady on her face as she opened her eyes to look at him. “I know your limits, and you know I won’t go past them.”

“I know, but—”

“Trust is more than a word. Let me prove that I deserve yours.” He brought his mouth down, sliding his tongue along one side of her clit, waking it with the lightest touch. His finger moved in and out of her tight, puckered hole—such a strange contrast to the tender attention he was giving her pussy.

And yet . . . not really. The lube, the slow glide of his finger, wasn’t rough or unpleasant. She rested her head on the pillow, gasping in air as pleasure built up inside, more like the flames of a hundred candles than a bonfire, a steady, controlled flame with just as much heat.

His finger slipped out and something hard pushed against her. Stretched slightly, then settled inside. She heard a wrapper as he moved away. Peeked at him to see him cleaning his hands. Another rip as he tore a condom wrapper. He pulled her arms up over her head as he lay over her, holding them with one hand as he filled her.

“Oh!” She pressed her face against his shoulder, absorbing the strange sensation of her body stretching around him with that thing inside her. No pain at all. Just the feeling of every part of her being taken by him in some way.

“Not bad?” His breath stirred her hair as he drew out, then slowly glided back in.

“Mmm, not bad at all.”

Their lovemaking was unhurried, but didn’t last long. With all those new nerves brought into play, she ended up coming hard twice, her legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in closer. Harder. They lay tangled together for a long time, and she could have stayed that way longer, but he gently eased out, then left the room. He returned with a facecloth to clean her. She was half gone when he pulled the thing out of her—a very small butt plug. He disinfected it with a cleansing cloth, then dropped it in the drawer of the night table by his bed.

“Zach, why didn’t you . . .” She sighed as he stretched out beside her, sleepily rolling over to use his shoulder as a pillow. “Did you . . . ?”

“I did, little doe.” He kissed her forehead. “But I’m happy that you didn’t worry about that until now.”

“Too tired to worry.” She snuggled close to him. He seemed satisfied, so there wasn’t really anything to worry about anyway.

Until she woke up the next morning. She slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. While getting dressed, she studied his face, shadowed with a bit of scruff, but relaxed. There was no way she could wake him up and tell him what they had wouldn’t work. That after everything he’d given her, it was over.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe everything would be fine.

I need to think about this. I need to make sure I’m doing the right thing.

She couldn’t do that here. Not with him so close, making the decision seem so easy. When she looked at him, all she could think about was how much she loved him. On how empty her life would be without him in it.

“Zach?” She leaned over, shaking her head and pushing him down when he grunted and tried to sit up. “I have to go. But I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Becky . . .” He groaned and hooked a finger to the collar still around her throat, not pulling, but keeping her in place. “It’s early. Are you sure you have to leave now?”

“Yes.” She bit her bottom lip as he nodded. “I need to take this off.”

He rubbed his face with one hand, his brow creased in thought. “I left the key in the gym. Bring it to me and I’ll—”

“I’ll do it.” She pursed her lips at his frown. “We’ve discussed
this
, Sir. I had an amazing night, but it’s morning. Time for me to get back to my life.”

“And that means I can’t take your collar off for you?”

“Next time.” She knew he hadn’t even glanced at the clock yet. And probably hadn’t gotten much sleep on the cruise, because he didn’t question her further. Just laid back, letting out a low laugh as she tucked him in.