Stockholm Syndrome (20 page)

“Kiss me properly or there’ll be consequences.”

“Yes, Mace.”

She sealed her lips to his and parted them, sending her
tongue out to seek for his. He sucked it into the hot recesses of his mouth.
She rocked herself against the hard ridge of his cock under his jeans,
stimulating her clit and nudging the butt plug, groaning against his lips.

He tilted his head and took control of the kiss, sweeping in
to claim what was his. She welcomed his exploration, eager to please, sucking
his tongue and opening her mouth wider when he increased the pressure against
her lips. When they were both breathless, he pulled back.

“Now unbutton my shirt.”

She obeyed with eager fingers, spreading the halves open to
reveal the powerful muscles of his chest and abdomen.

“I want you to kiss my chest and my nipples the way you’d
like me to kiss you. Show me what you like, Evvy. Don’t be shy.”

She ran her hands over his smooth skin. He was a feast, a
banquet, but she
was
shy. She lowered her head and licked at a nipple
then ran her mouth across to the other.

“Christ, you’re tickling me, woman,” he shouted, choking
back a laugh. “Surely you don’t want me to do that to you? It’s torture!”

She bit him, hard, then opened her mouth over the flat disk
of his nipple, sucking powerfully, drawing him in and rasping the flat of her
tongue over him. She played with his other nipple with her fingers, tweaking it
and pulling it until he convulsed with sensation. She increased the pressure
and the suction mercilessly, remembering the satisfying stimulation of the
clamps and the clothes pegs on her own breasts, and letting him know that she
liked it hard.

She sucked and bit her way across his pecs with abandon,
rubbing her face against him, the smell of his skin driving her wild.

“Enough,” he groaned when she snaked her hand between her
legs to touch herself. “No touching yourself. You’ll come by my hand, when I’m
ready to release you.”

“You’re so damn bossy! You’re the one who needs to be
released, remember!”

He grinned, seeming unconcerned by his predicament. “All in
good time. I want to taste you, Evvy. Come stand on the bed. Feed me your
pussy.”

Her cunt twisted with arousal at his lewd instructions, and
she scrambled to her feet on the mattress, moving to stand over him.

“You’re too high. Spread your legs wider and lower yourself
to my mouth.” He leaned his head back comfortably as she held on to the
headboard and parted her legs until she was positioned to his satisfaction.

“Perfect. I can even see your butt plug. Stay like that and
don’t move.”

She was poised for his invasion, open, vulnerable.

His hot breath rushed over her skin and then his tongue was
on her, delving into her cleft, licking the juices off her inflamed skin. Her
found her clit and dragged his tongue over it in a long rasp then rubbed and
flicked at it with light, rapid strokes. She bore it as long as she could. When
her hips started jerking involuntarily, he drew back.

“I said no moving, little sub. Do you want me to restrain
you? I have ways to keep you in position so that you can’t move no matter what
I do to you. Some of them aren’t very comfortable. All of them are quite
humiliating. Would you like that? Answer me!”

She didn’t know what to say. It sounded terrible, but she
thought she might. Eventually she shook her head, but moisture throbbed from
her cunt.

“Your body betrays you,” he murmured. “Come back here. Tilt
your hips forward… I want to get my tongue into you. And. Do. Not. Move.”

He divided his attentions between her channel and her clit,
inflaming her passion and holding her on the brink of orgasm for what seemed
like hours, until her trembling legs could support her weight no longer.

“Very good, little sub. You have some stamina. Now straddle
me again, and lick my face clean.”

His lips, cheeks, and chin were glistening with her
secretions. She hesitated.

“Do it. Now. Taste yourself on my skin. Taste what I taste.”

She lapped at him, feeling the catch of his stubble as she
licked around his mouth. She was hopelessly aroused, and every outrageous
command pushed her closer to the brink. He captured her licking mouth and
kissed her, adding his own heady flavor to the mix.

When he released her, they were both breathless.

“Take your breasts out, Evelyn. Pull them over the top of
the bra and hold them for me while I kiss them.”

She did as he instructed, pushing the cups of her bra under her
throbbing flesh and kneeling up to bring them to his face.

“When I’m busy with one, you must play with the other. Roll
the nipple between your fingers and tug it. Do it hard.”

He engulfed her within his mouth, suckling powerfully,
mimicking what she’d done to him earlier. Twin currents of arousal ran to her
pussy and she writhed, head flung back, her empty channel clenching, the
involuntary movement transmitting itself to the butt plug.

It was all too much. With a sharp cry, she drew away and
groped blindly for the zipper of his jeans. She needed him to fill her, to fuck
her until she came.

“Evelyn.” He said it twice before his voice broke through
the fog of desire that clouded her mind.

“Evelyn! It’s time to cut the cable ties.”

She stared blankly at him, her fingers freezing on his
zipper.

“Cut me free, Evvy, and I’ll make you come. You want to
come, don’t you?”

God, yes, she was desperate for it! With jerky movements,
she got off his lap, retrieved the scissors, and cut one hand free. Wincing
slightly at the raw chafing around his wrist, he took the scissors from her and
made quick work of releasing his other hand.

He got to his feet, stripped off his open shirt, and started
undoing his pants.

“Evelyn, come here and kneel near the side of the bed. We
need to get that butt plug out.”

She arranged herself on her elbows and knees at the edge of
the mattress, his hands on her waist guiding her into position to best offer
him access to her ass. Then he stepped out of his jeans and almost overbalanced
when he stood on the pink plastic bag that she’d left on the floor. He picked
it up.

“What is this?”

She was too aroused to be embarrassed. “It’s stuff I bought
at the sex shop where I got the plug. Condoms and things. I brought it in case
we needed to use them.”

He dipped into the bag.

“A vibrator! That’ll come in handy. And lube.” He quickly
put everything on the bedside table except the vibrator, which he turned on and
handed to her.

“Use it on your clit, but don’t come. If you feel you’re
close, take it away. Don’t disobey me, little sub.”

She shifted her weight, parting her legs more, so that she
could balance on one elbow and reach between her legs with the other hand to
hold the vibrator against her bud. Within moments she drew it away, feeling an
onrushing orgasm. She was desperate to come, but she didn’t dare go against
Mason’s instructions. He was free and potent, and she craved what he could give
her.

He stepped up behind her, smoothing warm hands over the
cheeks of her ass then spreading them to examine her more closely.

“You’re a pretty sight, little sub.” His husky voice
caressed her senses. “I think I’m going to fuck you a little first, then take
the plug out. It’ll be tight because of the double penetration, but I reckon
you can handle it.”

She wiggled her bottom at him. If only he’d hurry up and
make her come!

He spread her cunt lips wider with his fingers and
positioned the broad, blunt head of his cock at her opening.

“Keep still now. I don’t want to hurt you and this is going
to be a snug fit.”

He wrapped his fingers around her hips and eased the tip of
his cock inside her. The moment she felt him press open the entrance to her
sheath, her thoughts scattered. She focused solely on the sensation of him
forging a path into her channel. The overwhelming impression was one of
incredible tightness, of being forcefully penetrated. The feeling of intense
pressure extended to her ass as he inched his way deeper, pressing against the glass
plug through the thin separating walls inside her body.

He began to rock his hips, working his hard flesh inward in
a series of mini-thrusts that left her keening and clawing at the sheet. He
gave her no slack to ease away, holding firmly on to her hips as he skewered
her mercilessly. He took her to her limit and beyond, where the fullness turned
to pain, and just as she was about to cry out in protest, he lunged forward to
the hilt.

“F-fuck! Tight!” he gritted out, and she felt his body jerk.
His breath came in harsh gasps.

“Just keep still. You’ll adjust.” His grip was relentless.

He held her impaled on his cock for an interminable time,
and the pain subsided, her muscles easing and adapting to his girth. He must
have felt it, because the moment that pain turned to pleasure, he began to move
in long, measured strokes, each entry and exit jostling the butt plug. The
double stimulation was exquisitely acute and unlike anything she’d ever
experienced.

Mason began to manipulate the glass toy, slowly twisting and
tugging it, never breaking his rhythm.

An orgasm of alarming magnitude was building in her abdomen
and she was suddenly afraid of the raw power and physicality that was about to
overwhelm her. She struggled, trying to crawl forward, away from the
unrelenting incitement, but he held her trapped.

“Oh no you don’t,” he growled. “Just let it happen. I’ve got
you.”

His words unleashed the flood that burst the dam wall and
her climax rushed over her like a giant wave, drowning her and setting her free
at the same time. In the midst of her cataclysmic contractions, Mason withdrew
the plug in a single smooth stroke then held her close, curving his body over
hers, until the tempest subsided and she floated weightlessly on calm waters.

***

When he felt her body go limp, Mason tumbled them gently
sideways so that their heads landed on a pillow, and spooned his body along her
back. His cock was still hard in her sheath. It had taken every ounce of self-control
that he possessed, but he hadn’t come, although she hadn’t noticed his
restraint through the intensity of her own orgasm. Her inner muscles were lax
around his erection now, twitching occasionally with aftershocks but no longer
gripping and milking his dick. She was bonelessly relaxed, probably sleeping
lightly.

He slithered from her body. Reaching behind to the bedside
table, he identified a condom by feel, tore the packet open with his teeth, and
rolled it onto his cock. He reached back again, groping for a tube of lube. He
located one at last, opened it, and squeezed it into the palm of his hand. With
efficient strokes, he slathered it over his dick then eased himself between the
cheeks of her ass, seeking for and finding her puckered opening with the tip of
his cock.

He held her close, wrapping his arm around her and squeezing
a handful of satiny breast. It felt amazing, all that softness tipped by the
hard, responsive nipple. He could play with her breasts all day and never grow
tired of the lush, sensual feel of her flesh in his palm, in his mouth, rubbing
against his chest. And when she let him slide his hard cock between the
voluptuous mounds, clamping him in her cleavage … god help him, the look and
feel of it almost drove him mad!

He drew his fingertips over her skin again and again,
touching lightly, stroking toward the nipple. She moaned and arched her back
against him. It was what he’d been waiting for, hoping for—a sign that she was
aroused again.

He thrust in slow, short strokes against her ass, feeling
her sphincter stretch slightly against his blunt hardness. Working
excruciatingly slowly and gently, he edged only the head past the first
constriction, stopping before he reached the tighter inner muscles that she
could not control. She was aware of him now although she still pretended to
sleep, the stillness of her body betraying her anticipation.

He released her breast and trailed his hand down her stomach
to brush over the damp curls of her pussy. He eased one fingertip into her
creamy slit and delicately brushed at her clit. She moaned and shifted her
hips, inadvertently pushing against him and causing his cock to slide a little
farther into the narrow confines of her ass. He kept his touch as light as a
feather, and eventually she parted her knees on a breathless moan, begging him
wordlessly to increase the elusive pressure against her sweet spot. He rewarded
her with a few firmer flicks, and quickly insinuated his leg between hers,
moving closer and pushing her slightly onto her stomach so that he was
partially lying over her.

At this new angle, he was able to gain another centimeter.
He knew the moment it began to hurt her as her body stiffened beneath his and
she clenched around him. The tightness took his breath away, and he fought the
urge to plunge into her, withdrawing his fingers from her slit and digging them
into the mattress. He was rapidly reaching the point where finesse would be
beyond him.

“Evvy,” he rasped, “get the vibrator. It’s just in front of
your thigh. Use it on your clit, and try to relax.”

She obeyed him unhesitatingly, unquestioningly. He could
feel her trying to overcome the reflexive tightening of her sphincter muscles,
and he reveled in her compliance and trust.

The vibrator did its work rapidly, stimulating her to a new
crest of excitement. She gyrated beneath him and he guessed that it wouldn’t
take long for her to reach another climax. He wanted to be all the way in
before she did, because he was going to burst this time—but she was so small
and tight despite all her preparations.

“Evvy, I want you to do something else for me.” His voice
was urgent, strained. “I want you to press, to bear down on my cock, as if you
were trying to push me out.”