Rescued in Paradise (3 page)

“You
have no fucking idea what you started tonight,
Syd
,”
he growled as he threw the top wooden lid of the stockade up, the hinge
creaking quietly.

His
hand remained wrapped around her hair, gripping the strands tightly at the base
of her skull. She tumbled forward when he tossed her half naked body against
the stockade… hard. Pushing her head in the smooth curve, he barked, “Put your
fucking wrists in the sides.
Now.”

Without
question, she dropped them in the opening and he slammed the lid over the top
of her, securing it in place with a heavy lock. Fuck. Maybe she shouldn't have
opened her mouth earlier. The club had a universal safe word, so even though he
gave her none, she knew if things escalated too far, it could be used and one
of the monitors that kept watch would step in. It was one of the many safety
precautions that made her feel so comfortable at Paradise.

Master
Connor’s hand skimmed down her back. Wrapping his finger around the lace ribbon
at the bottom of the corset she wore, he yanked until it unwound through each metal
grommet. It tickled as it slid upward and apart, and she had to stifle a laugh
at the sensation. Once it weaved through the last hole, the pretty corset
parted and fell to the ground, leaving her breasts fully exposed. The chilled
air whipped around, and her nipples pebbled instantly. Feeling her skirt slide
down her legs, a shiver skated up her body as she stepped out of it. Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw him fling the material to the side. She was now
fully naked and at his disposal. Continuing, his hand caressed further down,
rubbing over her ass, caressing the twin globes appreciatively.

Playfully
tapping each cheek, he purred behind her. “I can't wait to see my marks here,
to see this perfect tanned flesh turn a glowing red.”

He
spanked her once on each side with the palm of his hand, the blows landing with
a sharp sting.

“My
cock is hard just thinking about it, pet.” He struck her ass once more. “But
you see,
Syd
, I won’t be using my hands.”

She
tensed as his warm palms started to roam down her slender thighs and calves,
stopping at her ankles.

“Maybe…I'll
use my belt.” He yanked her legs apart, splitting them wide open. The feel of the
cold steel made her shiver as it locked around the ankle he was still holding. “Maybe…I'll
use a flogger.
Or a whip.”
He shifted and snatched up
her other ankle, pulling it further apart from the first before snapping
another metal cuff around it.

The
rough stubble from his rugged, sexy-as-sin face rubbed across the back of her
thigh, causing her to shiver in anticipation of what exactly he had planned for
her. Suddenly, he moved, and all touching ceased. Trying to lift her feet, she
managed a fraction of an inch. The thick metal cuffs were tight, but not tight
enough to cut off circulation.

It
wasn't until that moment she realized how immobile she truly was. Her head and
wrists were locked tight in the stocks, and her legs chained securely to the
floor. In this position, she was spread wide, leaving every inch of her open
for his thorough perusal. That thought alone had her juices trickling down the
inside of her thighs. Growling in frustration, she did not want him to see how
much he was affecting her. Being on display was not an issue, nor was lack of
confidence in her body and self, but there was just something about Connor that
made her feel vulnerable, and that unnerved her immensely. She could not
remember a time in her life when she had ever felt that way.

Hearing
movement to the side, she tilted her head to see his bare feet and legs appear
in her line of vision. Her placement in the stockade was most comfortable when
she kept her head tilted downward, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Standing
directly in front of her bound form, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her
head back. Eyes whipping up, she saw an evil grin on his face, a look full of
delicious promises that should have worried her instead of turning her on as
much as it did. It heated her from within.
Fucking hormones.

“Since
you have such a sharp tongue this evening, beautiful, I think perhaps you need
something in that mouth of yours, don’t you?” He smirked, holding up a medium-sized
ball gag.
Crap
.

Before
she was able to form a coherent thought in order to reply, she watched in a
daze as he gripped his thick cock that appeared strained, the tip red and
angry.
Fuck me.
One look at Connor’s
impressive shaft had her mouth dry, all moisture seeming to evaporate
instantly. Eyeing every magnificent ridge along his huge length, she longed for
a taste. On its own accord, her tongue peeked out from between her parched lips
to moisten the trembling plumpness of her lower one.

Moving
forward the few inches to her face, he pressed the weeping tip to her lips,
forcing her to open her mouth and take him. He thrust down her throat in one
sharp push, causing her to gag,
then
pulled out almost
as fast. “Now if you had been a good girl, I would have let you wrap those
plump lips around my dick and suck me till I came down your throat.”

She
had never wanted to both fuck and hurt someone at the same time so badly in her
life. Her normal reaction in this sort of circumstance was not to be bratty,
making her uneventful compliance to his words strange as she struggled against
the binds. This side of him surprised
Syd
. He was
always so cool and collected, but tonight, something was different.

He
started to laugh at her useless fidgeting and shoved the ball gag in her mouth,
strapping it tightly around the back of her head. “Since you haven't been very
good, you can suck on that for a while.” Placing a small rubber ball in her
hand, he closed her fingers around it to secure it in her palm. She flexed the
little orb a few times, making sure she had a firm grip on it.

He
clutched her chin lightly, tilting her head up to meet his penetrating gaze. Never
before had she seen tenderness in those steely grey eyes of his. At that
moment, the stern expression he regularly wore was so much softer. Maybe it was
her imagination.

“If
it becomes too much for you, drop that and it all ends. Since you are unable to
speak with that in your mouth, that ball…” He pointed to the rubbery ball she
held in a death grip. “It's your safe word. Use it if you must, even though I
have no doubt that ball won't be anywhere near that floor.” With that, the
smirk was back. She wanted to grind her teeth together, but the gag prevented
her from doing so. “Nod your head if you understand.”

Biting
into the gag, she nodded.

 
He ran his hand down her cheek, whispering, “Good
girl,” before disappearing around her again.

Behind
her,
Syd
heard Connor and Dorian converse briefly,
making her jaw tick. Given the mood Connor was in, and the way he reacted
earlier to Dorian, it would shock her if he allowed the other Dom to
participate. When Dorian’s voice trailed off, he suddenly came into view. He
was standing with his arms crossed, wearing a smirk in the front of the growing
crowd.

The
warmth of Connor’s palms seeped into her chilled skin as he ran them over her
back and around to the front of her body. Cupping her ample breasts, he
massaged them in tandem, and she couldn't help but moan. Squeezing them
together, he rolled them, adding enough pressure to make her squirm. It felt so
damn good. All too soon, he stopped, releasing her. Using the tips of his
fingers, he flicked her nipples a few times. The sensitive flesh quickly
hardened to taut, aching peaks. When the tiny buds were firm enough, Connor
nimbly pinched and twisted the pair, sending a jolt of heat straight to her
core. Her breathing labored, she felt the severe pinch of the first clamp being
fastened to one distressed nipple. As she clenched her fists, the ball
flattened in her hand. She shuddered uncontrollably as he attached the second
one. The intense pain quickly faded to a pleasurable sting, making her moan
once again.

His
fingers slid lower, quickly finding her swelling clit. Stroking the tiny bundle
of nerves repeatedly, he began to flick it hard, mimicking what he’d just done
to her clamped nipples. Fidgeting, her body fighting with the restraints, she
damn near flew out of her own skin when she felt the pinch of the clamp he
attached to her inflamed button.

Syd
let out a scream, her muscles
and tendons taut, but the sound was muffled by the fucking gag.

“
Shhh
, take it, Sydney,” he purred close to her ear. “Take
it for me.”

Connor’s
confidence filled her with pride and the burning desire to please. More than
ever, she was determined not to fail him. Every nerve ending was lit up like a
Christmas tree. Heat blossomed in her womb as the clamps bit into the delicate
skin. It was painful at first. If the ball gag had not been in her mouth, her
lip may have been torn off by her teeth. Her body continued to vibrate until
the pain began to subside, leaving a searing heat racing throughout her system.

A
loud
thwack
echoed in the large room
when he smacked her ass, bringing her attention back to him.

“Now,
are you ready for your punishment?” he taunted as he ran what felt like a
handle back and forth through her swollen pussy lips, gently tapping against
the clamp fastened on her clit.

She
sputtered around the gag incoherently.

“What
was that, pet? I didn't hear you.”

He
plunged the handle deep into her sex and she rocked forward, her neck scraping
against the wooden opening her head was locked in. Immediately, she knew it was
one of the floggers with an attached glass dildo that replaced the normal
handle. Thrusting the handle in and out, soaking it in her nectar, he began to
land sharp, open-handed slaps over her ass.

She
lost count as the slaps rained on her burning flesh, causing heat to radiate
from every pore. As he removed the handle slowly, her pussy clenched at the loss,
wanting to be filled again.
Syd
sagged briefly, but
Connor was having none of that.

“Arch
that ass…
now
!”

Hurrying,
she lifted her ass, arching her back to push it out even further.
 
“I hope you didn't think that was the
end of your punishment, pet.” He snickered right before she felt the first lick
of the whip against her ass.

A
master at handling the whip with skilled precision, he made sure it wouldn't
tear into her flesh...until he was ready. Strategically placing his blows,
fanning them out over her ass, thighs, and back, the leather continued to kiss
her flesh until tears were streaming down her face and she was mentally begging
him to fuck her. The plea muffled by the gag firmly placed between her clenched
teeth confirmed it. He didn't stop, though. He continued his strikes.

After
several more, she started to feel lightheaded, her mind about to float from her
body, when she realized he had stopped. She was so far gone. Her teeth and jaw
ached from biting into the gag. She was sure she would be tasting rubber for a
week. Her skin was coiled tight like a rubber band ready to snap. Every inch of
her body was simmering, as if she was set on fire and the flames refused to
fizzle. Before she could calm herself down, he tugged on the chain connecting
the nipple clamps.

 
“You still with me?”

He
tugged again and she whimpered, the saliva dribbling down her chin, a result of
not being able to swallow with the ball gag in place.

“
Mmm
,” he murmured as he ran the tip of his cock along her
throbbing pussy, parting her drenched folds. “Now I'm going fuck you, Sydney.”

 
Hearing the familiar crinkle of a condom
wrapper being torn made her toes curl in eagerness. When his fingers penetrated
her body rather than his cock, a loud, muffled moan drowned out the cursing
going on in her head. Pumping frustratingly slow, he set a pace that reduced
her to a drooling mess. All too soon, he pulled free, riming her ass with the
honey he’d collected. One thick digit then another slipped easily into her back
entrance knuckle deep. The intrusive sensation she normally felt when stretched
from behind was swiftly driven away as those magic fingers worked in tandem to
drive her higher into the clouds where her mind would float once release was
achieved.

As
he continued to work his way into the tight opening, her limbs flexed, muscles
and tendons stretching. Her body was so taut for release that every single
muscle worked against her. All too soon, he pulled those probing digits free,
and she wanted to weep from the loss. The tip of his cock dipped between her
folds to run along her slit, causing her body to jerk. Friction was what she
needed and he refused to give in and allow her the reprieve. She knew the wait
would only heighten the experience, but it felt as though a million tiny
insects marched just beneath her flushed skin, and the butterflies that took
flight in her abdomen were almost too much to bear.
She didn’t have to wait long.

Screaming
around the gag as she was impaled by him from behind, she was grateful at least
that he
lubed
her tight, puckered entrance before he
penetrated. The raw intrusion would have no doubt hurt like hell. So many times,
she’d imagined him taking her this way. Every time she fantasized it, she was
alone in bed while she’d pleasured herself night after night. She’d never
imagined the real thing to be so damn good, nor had she admitted, even to
herself, how much she truly wanted all of this to happen.