Sweet Satisfaction (5 page)

“I don’t think I can survive another.”

“Sure you can.” He hugged her once more then the mattress gave as he rolled away. Was he leaving? Fading footsteps confirmed her fears.

She strained to sit up or at least turn toward him, but the bindings held firm. “Wait.”

He didn’t respond. Was he out of earshot already, or did he intend to leave her tied up for his pleasure? Well, not really his, since he hadn’t gotten anything out of the arrangement thus far that she could see.

Lying back, she tried to wrap her head around the situation. Her hands had begun to tingle from being strapped above her head, the material over her eyes grabbed at her lashes whenever she blinked, and the elastic of her underwear cut in above the cuffs at her knees. He hadn’t hurt her in any way, only pleasured her. A deep languor settled in her muscles and urged her to relax and give in to sleep.

Something hard pressed to her lips, startling her. When she jerked, cool liquid splashed her naked shoulder. “Shh, it’s water. You need to drink.”

When had he returned?

The plastic bottle brushed her lips again, and a strong hand lifted her head so she could swallow without choking. The icy water rushed to soothe her throat, and she guzzled it.

It disappeared before she had her fill. “More.”

“Later.” He smoothed a hand over her brow, brushing her hair aside. “Do you want to rest for a bit?”

The lethargy, which had weighed so heavily, lifted with his nearness. “What if I said no?”

A deep chuckle washed over her, confirming beyond doubt Connor and Papa Bear were one and the same. “We move on to number two.”

“Which is?”

“Heightened by suspense.” Deft fingers released her wrists from the headboard and untied the fabric holding them together. He rubbed the blood back into her hands, took her bra off then unbuckled the spreader, and removed her underwear, allowing her legs to relax. Deep massage loosened her muscles further, and she sank into the pillows with a sigh. “Behave and I’ll leave you free.”

She reached for the blindfold, but he caught her fingers. “Uh, uh. That stays on.”

“But I want to watch.”

“No.”

The firm command insisted he would accept nothing but acquiescence, and she dropped her hands back to her sides. Did she really want to strip away all the barriers? The voice in her head said no. If she did, there would be no going back. The silence grew too long, broken only by the sound of her own breathing and the whispered shift of things in his toy box.

Something flat and about two inches wide trailed up her leg, skirting her pussy to tickle across her stomach and higher. “How far are you willing to go, little cat? Do you only wish to be petted, or do you crave more?” He laid a hard rod down on her belly, and she realized the flat piece had to be the keeper at the end of a riding crop.

Moisture dampened the flesh between her legs, and her muscles clenched in anticipation. If her captor truly was Connor, he would not hurt her, but the idea of being at his mercy made her tremble. “Will you be gentle?”

“Always. You never have to ask.”

A shiver rippled over her, and she bit her lip to keep from stopping him before he began. “Then I’d like to taste all of it, Papa Bear.” She hardly heard her own confession, but a firm hand stroked her hip in long soothing swipes.

“Good. We’ll start slowly and work our way up.” The weight of the crop disappeared from her stomach, and he snapped it against something. His leg or palm, perhaps. The sharp sound brought her up, but he pressed her back to the mattress with a touch to her shoulder. “Easy. Relax and enjoy.”

The soft leather flitted over her skin, shin to throat. It lifted and returned with a smack to her right breast. She caught at the crop’s handle, a cry trapped in her throat.

Her tormentor stepped out of reach. “Lay down and hold onto the covers. If you try to stop me without explaining or using your safe word, I’ll have to restrain you again.” Her entire body trembled at his authority. “Are you ready to be good?”

Was she? Did she want this to end?
Hell no
. “Yes.”

“Say it. What do you want?”

“The fantasy. I’ll behave.”

“Well said.” He stroked his thumb over the heated flesh where the crop had landed. “Tell me if I ask too much.”

With a nod, she gripped the bedspread like a lifeline and gave herself into his hands.

The soft whip slapped at the other breast then back, over and over, sharp though not truly painful strikes, jerking her nipples into full awareness. Without warning, a warm mouth closed over one and sucked gently. The contrast of the quick stings with the comforting heat of his tongue closed her senses to everything but his touch. Her back bowed toward him. She tensed into a ball of primal need. Just when she started to calm down, he stood and the crop bit again. This time near her belly button, her thighs, her hip. Zipping in to nip and away again, stealing her breath with each snap.

“Open your legs. Show me how wet and eager you are. Convince me you like this.”

A moan whispered from her lips, but she did not hesitate to do as he told her.

“Wider, little cat.”

Her pussy clenched, but she spread herself, grasping her thighs to pull them to the sides. Cool air swirled over her when her outer lips yielded to reveal her tender core. Her clit quivered.

“Good, girl.”

The whip landed flat and hard against her hairless mound, and her scream echoed in the room. The leather cracked again and again, but she clung to her legs, refusing to back down from the challenge, embracing the delicious, intoxicating throbbing. Blood pounded, and heat suffused every inch of skin the crop had kissed. Then the torment stopped, and his hands and lips brought solace. She shook as the ache gave way to the purest desire. She had to have him, needed to feel his cock pounding into her.

The moment her fingers grazed his shoulders, he drew away and left her bereft, floating in a state of raw want. She returned her hands to the bed, gripping the covers in desperation. “I’m sorry. Come back.” A sob choked her, but she clung to the conviction he would not leave her hungry.

A mechanical buzz offered the only warning before a thick vibrator penetrated her pussy. Tiny fingers wiggled and circled her clit while twisting beads hummed inside her. She screamed, arching upward as another orgasm slammed through her. He held her at the pinnacle of each crest, disallowing her to come down fully while wave after wave crashed over her. By the time he slid the toy from her body, tears streamed down her cheeks. She shuddered to the earth, a mass of sensation with no rudder to stabilize her.

Warm arms circled her, strong hands rubbing her back in long easy strokes. “Hush, little cat. No more stress, now.”

Curling into him, she clutched him close. Slowly, the high softened. He lay back, pulling her across his chest to rest over his heart. Aftershocks rippled through her, but his consistent care countered every tremble, steadying her until she drifted to sleep.

Chapter Five

Connor watched Kate sleep, her body more beautiful than he’d imagined. A knot coiled in his gut—guilt for playing on her drunken confession or for kidnapping her? She had enjoyed the adventure, no denying it, but he preferred there be no games between them. Not that he didn’t enjoy a good bout of slap and tickle now and again, but his cock hurt like a motherfucker. He’d waited too many years to make love to her.

She murmured and snuggled closer. He longed to wake her and remove the mask, but he had one more whispered fantasy to fulfill before he dropped the barrier between them. When he took her the first time, it would be him and her. No role-playing. Until then, he’d prove he could meet and exceed even her most wicked, forbidden dream. No vanilla for his little cat.

He checked his cell lying on the nightstand. She’d slept for at least an hour—plenty of time to recover. Scooting to the edge of the bed, he slid from her arms and scooped her against him. She hardly stirred making him wonder if he should let her sleep. Her sexy body, naked save for the satin covering her eyes, tempted him beyond what he should do. He carried her across the room to the small sitting area where he’d laid out his tools earlier. Gently, he draped her, stomach down, over a rounded back club chair, just tall enough to stretch her short body tight. The cuffs fastened to the back legs snapped easily around her ankles.

“What the hell?” She woke and pushed herself up, using the seat for support.

Refusing to respond, he strolled around to kneel in front of her. Her hair fell in a wild tangle, hiding her expression.

She tried to grab the mask, but her position left her unstable without both hands against the cushion. “Take the blindfold off. This has gone on long enough.”

He ignored the demand and wrapped a silk tie around her wrist, pulling her forward until he could fasten it to a front chair leg. Her other arm soon locked in a similar position.

“Connor.” When he didn’t answer, she huffed and tried to twist away. “Come on, Papa Bear. Let me loose. I’m tired and sore.”

He walked around to stand behind her once more. Her weight rested on her hips where he had stretched her over the upholstered back. Needing to touch more than he wanted to play, he ran his hands over her curvy ass, so white and plump. A groan welled in his throat. If he failed, he’d never have the opportunity to claim her. He bent and bit her lightly, scrapping his teeth over the pale rounded flesh. She moaned and her back arched toward him, flashing him a glimpse of her hot pink folds, glistening with renewed desire. “Tell me what hurts.”

“Huh?”

The muddled response triggered a grin. “You said you were sore. Where?” But he knew. He’d focused most of his attention on her tiny clit and tight pussy. He doubted she could handle much more in those areas.

The negative shake of her head provided her only answer.

Kneeling, he leaned forward and blew across her damp flesh. She jerked when he grazed her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her squeal confirmed his suspicions, but he had no intention of aggravating the tenderness further—at least not there. Shifting to a more comfortable position, he spread her ass cheeks and licked her tiny rosebud.

Kate jerked in response. “No. I don’t—”

“Yes. You’ll like it.” He edged closer, slicking his tongue over her, prodding, lightly invading her hole before nipping at her again. “How often have come in your sleep from thinking about this? Of being bent over, helpless and vulnerable, of a man taking you from behind, shoving his thick cock into your ass while you cry out and beg him to be gentle even though you want it rough? The idea of giving yourself to someone you can’t control thrills you as much or more than the sense of the forbidden. Doesn’t it?”

Fear squeezed Kate’s chest. He was right, in her nightmare fantasies, the pain nearly blinded her, but still she woke wet and trembling, coming down from orgasm. “Please, I can’t do this.”

“Give me your safe word and we’re done. Until then, we’ll test just how wild you really are, my little cat.”

Something bumped the table beside her head, and then cool liquid trickled in a stream to follow her crack. Rough hands spread her, providing an open pathway for the lube to wend its way downward. A finger circled her rim with firm strokes. “How many men have done this to you? How often have you offered your ass to some bar bastard or bumbling jerk?”

“Never.” The admission came out on a gasp.

At the same moment, he drove his finger inside her. It was only one, but the savage burn sucked the oxygen from her lungs. She could not speak around the intensity. Her mind screamed, shaming her for wanting more, for loving the sense of vulnerability flooding her and the power rolling off the man behind her.

He leaned forward to kiss and nibble her shoulders and spine. “Push out.”

Not understanding the command, she bore down in a desperate attempt to expel his invasion. The action opened her.

He added a second finger and shoved deeper.

“Oh fuck! No more.”

“Easy. You can handle it. Deep steady breaths. Let your body adjust.”

She dropped her head to rest against the chair cushion and inhaled slowly, focusing beyond the burn. His free hand played over her back, rubbing hard above her tailbone.

“Do you want to quit?”

Unable to force a no from her lips, she shook her head in denial. She felt alive, revitalized in an unexpected way. The thought of taking his thick cock terrified and tantalized. “More.”

He spread his fingers and a cold stream slithered into her rectum. Then his fingers disappeared only to be replaced by the rounded head of something hard and unyielding.

Another toy
. “No. I want you inside me.”

“Not on tonight’s agenda.”

“But I—”

His hand landed with a solid swat. “Don’t argue.”

It was her fantasy. What gave him the right to mess with it? “Then untie me. I—”

The words were lost as he worked an anal plug into her, stretching her virgin ring. The throbbing soon became manageable; still, it stung. Long firm fingers massaged her butt cheeks while he dominated her with increasingly aggressive strokes. She clutched the silken fabric binding her to the chair, desperate to hang onto something, anything to keep her from shattering into a helpless pile. Need sucked her under his spell.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…deeper, harder, please, please…please.

Turning her head against her arm, she smothered her unladylike groans.

“Far enough from vanilla for you, little cat?” She could almost hear his grin.

She bit her lip, the taste of blood coppery on her tongue.

A broad hand smacked her ass again then rubbed the pain away. “Answer me!”

“Yes! Oh shit, it’s amazing.” Her legs began to shake; she could not control them. Bowing her spine, she opened herself further, eager for his complete domination. “Give me number three.”

He pressed down on her back, her nipples grazing the knobby fiber of the chair pillow in time with the sinful drive of the plug violating her. She’d never come without clitoral stimulation, but orgasm swelled to near bursting. Trembling escalated to shudders. Mewling cries to desperate pleas.