Owning Wednesday (12 page)

“Hello?”

“Hello, sweet.”

“I think I will look sweet in these white lacy things you sent.”

“Hmm. White probably isn’t your color, but we can pretend.”

“Possibilities,” she said jauntily.

He wanted to jump through the phone and have her right then. Instead he said, “Yes, possibilities. I’m sure you’ll look lovely in it. I can’t wait to see you tonight. Did you find the other things?”

Yesterday he had gone shopping for her and had the things all wrapped in a white box with a pretty white bow. A white lace bra and a hopelessly frilly white garter belt, white back-seamed stockings made of real silk, and at the bottom of the box, white fur-lined cuffs that would be soft as a cloud against her skin.

She sighed. “Yes, I found them, Daniel. Thank God my sheets are safe.”

He laughed. “Yes, your unfortunate sheets.”

“Should I wear the cuffs too, with everything else?”

“Oh, you’ll wear them—and very often, but leave them off for dinner, or the people in the restaurant might stare.”

“You’re probably right. They’re so beautiful, though. Where did you find them?”

“I know a lady who makes them. I’ve already ordered a matching set in black.”
And burgundy and gold and green and lavender
. “You don’t worry about where I got them, little one. You just be sure you bring them along tonight.”

“Yes, Daniel,” she said in that way that made him wild with lust.

“I’ll pick you up at seven sharp. I’m dying to see you.”

“I’m dying to see you too. Where are we going?”

“Somewhere nice.”

“
Very
nice?”

“Yes, somewhere really very exceptionally nice. It’d better be, considering what I plan to do to you later.”

He could almost hear her squirm through the phone, that subtle change in her breath.

“Seven o’clock, Wednesday. Be ready for me.”

* * *

Wednesday watched him from across the living room. The way he stared at her… Between them, the tree rose out of the floor from somewhere beneath the foundation. When it was really quiet and the air conditioner blew, she could hear the faintest sound of rustling leaves. She’d had some vivid fantasies about the tree since she’d met Daniel. She had a strong feeling some of them were about to be fulfilled.

They’d rushed through dinner, barely taking stock of the sumptuous restaurant and gourmet fare. He’d driven her to his home quickly afterward. Now she stood near the tree with the white soaring walls above her, feeling pinned like a butterfly by his gaze.

“Undress,” he said. He was still in a shirt and tie and pants with perfect creases. He watched, unmoving, as she kicked off her shoes and set them aside. She undressed as slowly and sensually as she could, down to the white lingerie he’d given her.

She looked up at him. “Take off everything?”

His lips curved. “Not everything. You can stop there.”

She touched and admired the lingerie, partly to arouse him, but partly because it was so thrilling to be dressed in his gift.

“Thank you for these beautiful things. I love to wear them. They’re the next best thing to having your hands on me.”

“You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure. Literally.” He laughed, but the smile didn’t touch his eyes. He just stared, stared, stared at her until she shivered.

“What are you thinking?” she finally asked.

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do to you once I get you tied to that tree.”

Her gaze flicked to the solid trunk, the leafy lower branches. “Do I have any say?”

“Absolutely not. But I’m sure you’ll enjoy whatever I dream up.”

She gave a come-hither smile and tried to look as enticing as possible, trailing her fingers absently over the tops of her thighs. He studied her with a half smirk as if to say,
I know your tricks
. A moment later he started to undress with an air of intent.

“You’ve decided on a plan of action?” She watched his beautiful body as it was revealed to her. Golden, muscular male. She loved the shift of his buttocks when he kicked his pants off and the ripple of his back when he bent to take off his socks.

“Yes, I have. I’ve decided I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy. I’m going to fuck you so much that you’re just not going to feel right unless my cock’s inside you.”

Fair enough.

“Bring me the restraints, Wednesday. The ones I bought you.”

He didn’t have to ask her twice. She dug them out of her bag, suddenly shy, and went to stand in front of him, placing them in his outstretched hand.

He closed rough fingers around the cuffs, and caught her elbow with the other hand, pulling her close.

“My little doll. You look like a doll, dressed up like this.”

“I never had any dolls that dressed like this.”

“Didn’t you? I would have thought you sprang right from your mother’s womb in fishnets, holding out a whip. Give me your hands.”

A shadow crossed her mind, some distant thought, but she pushed it away. She held out her hands, and he fixed the cuffs on to her wrists. The fur was soft against her skin, but the leather outer part was strong and unyielding. She shivered, stealing a glance at his face.

His lips were so beautiful, pursed in concentration. He lifted his gaze to hers, piercing blue eyes through bronze-blond lashes. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist just beside the leather. He kissed the other wrist, and then he kissed her on the mouth, holding the cuffs’ attachment points hard. His lips were warm and rough, his tongue invasive. He bent her head back with the force of his kiss.

“Daniel,” she whispered when they parted. She sought him with her fingertips, but the cuffs held her fast, controlled by his hand.

“Go stand by the tree.”

He gave her a push in the right direction, which was just as well, because his kiss had pretty much shut down her brain activity. She went to the tree, and he followed. He pressed her forward against the peeling white bark. He lifted her arms, and she looked up to find a hook fixed into the tree, camouflaged by the base of a branch. There was also a chain with clips on it. He hooked her cuffs to different links until he found the one where she barely had to go up on her toes. She tested the strength of her bonds, tugging on the chain. She felt a rushing flood of heat to her pussy as she realized she couldn’t get away.

The restraints weren’t big, but they had hook-and-loop closures that didn’t give at all, and the chain was steel solid. He watched her pull and twist, an avid spectator. Again with the stare, and now she was doubly pinned, by his gaze and by the cuffs, which allowed her to turn but not get away. He put his hands on her waist, turning her outward. The bark scratched against her ass. She didn’t want to snag her garter belt, so she went still. His gaze roved over every inch of her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Looking at what’s mine.”

She swallowed hard and shifted. When he talked like that, it made something inside her melt into a puddle.
Please touch me.

“I like you in white. You were made to wear white, a sweet girl like you.” He ran his hand over her belly and down between her legs, a skilled, teasing trail. She arched her back, giving herself up to his talented touch.

He sank to his knees, his soft hair trailing down her center. She felt his palms between her legs, lifting her, parting her. He knelt and began to kiss her between her thighs. His hot breath whispered over her, and his stubble was a thrilling chafe against her skin. He went to work on her clit, tasting her like a starving man. His tongue flicked and lapped at her, every movement of his mouth a more insistent invasion. He squeezed her thighs where he held her parted and open to him. Her pelvis ached, and she started the slow, tense climb to orgasm.

“Oh Jesus! Oh God.” She moaned, twisting her hips to feel more of the hot, wet bliss. She pulled at the bonds, spread her legs wider, then drew them together as much as she could, only to have him push them open again. His mouth was driving her crazy. She wondered briefly how many girls he must have been with to hone this kind of skill.
Don’t think about it, Wednesday
. “God,” she whispered. “Please don’t stop. Ever!”

“I won’t,” he said against the inside of her thigh. “Not until you come.”

It was a shamefully short time later that she did just that. She would have liked to draw it out, to have had him love her like this for hours, but her body betrayed her as always, and she couldn’t make it five minutes against the talents of his mouth. Hot waves of release overtook her, and the tension snapped like a slingshot. Her nerves sang and her body shuddered until she came to rest, hanging from the restraints. He sat back when her noisy cries of satisfaction faded, a lascivious smirk on his face.

“You’re a show-off,” she said.

“Be careful, darling.” He stood and pinched one of her erect nipples, sending a sharp aftershock to her clit. “Respect, please.”

“Thank you, Sir. That was lovely.”

“Better. You’re welcome.” He stared at her, stroking himself. He was hugely erect. He turned and left, leaving her swinging there like a prisoner in chains. Her legs were still shuddery from her orgasm, and she leaned against the tree, drawing deep breaths. He was back a moment later, rolling on a condom. “I’m going to fuck you now. Right there. Would you like that?”

She writhed in the restraints from the way he said it, all growly whisper. She nodded eagerly.

“Answer me out loud. Say it.”

“God, I want you, Daniel. I really do.”

He laughed. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

“Daniel, I want you to fuck me, please!”

“Hmm…that was slightly better. But I don’t know.”

“Daniel, please, please fuck me, I want your big, hard cock inside me now. Please!” She pulled at the restraints in earnest. He smiled.

“That was pretty good. I’m still not fully convinced, though.” He ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing them painfully, so she felt used, at his mercy. He slid his palms lower, over her hips and behind her to cup her ass cheeks. He lifted her again, pinning her to the tree with his solid body. She clung to the cuffs, still affixed to the hook. Bark scratched between her shoulder blades as he ground against her front like some woodland satyr. She looked up into crisscrossing branches and delicate leaves as he entered her just a little. It was a teasing, hot press, the promise of satisfying penetration, but at her relieved moan, he drew out again.

“No, please! Daniel! Please don’t tease me again.”

It was so unfair. He just laughed and watched her squirm, caught by the restraints. She couldn’t bring him closer, couldn’t run her hands all over his body the way she wanted to. “I enjoy torturing you,” he said. “Thought you might have figured that out by now.”

“You’re mean.”

“Tone, Wednesday. Watch your tone. I believe I’m the one in charge here. Anyway, I’ve decided I’m going to birch your bottom first.”

He let her down, turned her around in a very businesslike way, and reattached her cuffs to a higher link of the chain so she was definitely pulled onto her toes. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said with a smirk.

She turned her head and watched as he pulled down one of the lower branches. He twisted off a slender birch switch and stripped it of its leaves. She was scared—and she liked to be scared—but man, she was horny too. She was so aroused from what he’d done to her so far, and by his declaration that he was going to birch her…just because. Just because he had power over her. Just because she was under his control. Just because he wanted to. It pushed every button that made her who she was. Masochist, kinkster, pain slut. His.
Oh God, I love him.

“Daniel, I…I—” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t explain what she felt. She swallowed instead as he brandished the birch switch at his side, as if testing its capabilities. “I’ve…I’ve never been birched before. I’m kind of scared.”