Twisted Up (12 page)

He turned the wand back to low and he could see in her eyes a bit of calm, like that before a storm rages. She wasn’t done, her body wasn’t finished. “More, Ella?”

“M-more,” she whispered. “Please,” she said without a sound, just the word forming heavily on her lips.

Justin turned the wand on high again. She pulled on the rope above her and while he thought she might be trying to get away from the intensity the toy must be providing to such a sensitive area, he quickly realized she was trying to hold on, trying to hold herself together before she blew apart once more.

“Let it go, baby.”

Chapter Seven

“Let it go, baby.”

Justin’s voice was a faraway beacon, the anchor she clung to, even more than she clung to the rope above her head. Another orgasm was threatening to shatter her and she was right there waiting, willing, wanting. She’d never felt anything like it. Her entire body was nothing but a road map of imaginary pinpricks. She tingled all over and the trembling of her thigh muscles, the fluttering in her belly was unlike any other trembling or flutterings she’d experienced.

The wand. Love. Hate. Good. Evil. Pain. Pleasure. It was all mixed into that one device, and what he didn’t understand was that she had no control over giving more or letting go. The wand simply took everything from her, forced her body to give up the orgasm. And she wanted it that way. Needed it.

Then it was there, taking her over, pulling the wetness from inside her, pulling whole body sensations from her until she was screaming, crying, begging incoherently for it to stop, for it to go on forever.

Her belly clenched and her upper body swayed while her lower body tensed and pushed down on the wand, trying to wring every bit of pleasure it could from the toy.

“God,” she groaned. “Justin.” Another orgasm followed and still another. Darkness edged her vision. Come coated her thighs. She couldn’t take anymore. It was unbearable, the pleasure so intense it bordered on the most incredible pain where the two mixed and became one.

She twisted, trying to get away from it, and then it was gone, the room silent save for her shivering sobs, and Justin was there. He was everything solid and real and he was there, wrapping her up in his arms, the front of his body pressed against the back of hers. Her head fell back against his shoulder and tremors still racking her body, her pussy still constricting upon itself, the muscles still rippling with aftershocks of her multiple releases.

Justin stroked her arms and down her sides until her breathing calmed and her tears stopped. She wasn’t crying crying, she was simply so overcome, so wrung out that she had no control over her body.

He stood and pressed his legs to her back, giving her something to brace herself against while he unhooked the rope then began to unwind it from her wrists. “You’re going to ache, and you’re going to hurt until all the blood starts flowing properly again.”

The rope landed on the floor beside her and he knelt again behind her, massaging her arms before slowly helping her to lower them. She winced at the pain and sank down to the floor, her ass resting against her calves. He hadn’t been joking about the pain and aches.

“Your legs are going to ache and hurt too.”

She nodded. They already did. She wouldn’t have traded the pleasure and the orgasms for all the comfort in the world though. “I know. I’ll have to crawl around for a while before I can stand and walk, I think.”

“Mmmm.” He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck. “I might like the idea of you crawling around naked.”

“Might, my ass. You’d love it, but this floor isn’t good for crawling. Too hard on a girl’s knees.”

He laughed and nipped at her shoulder. “Good to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor and sarcasm. If I thought there was a chance at having you on all fours more than once in a great blue moon, I’d get the whole place carpeted.”

“Nice, plush carpeting?”

“Only the very best for my pet.”

Ella scoffed at the word pet. “Woof.”

He swatted her outer thigh. “Brat.”

She moaned. She didn’t think her body would welcome any further sensations, any further play or teasing or touch even, but she moaned when he spanked her. She quickly bit her lip, wondering if he’d take her noise as an invitation to do it again. She wasn’t sure she wanted it, but at the same time…

“Ella?”

His hand rubbed the spot he’d slapped, and she suddenly wanted more. “Spank me, Justin.”

“You sure?”

She heard the excitement he couldn’t contain. “Yes.”

“Then give me your ass, and I’ll oblige you.”

It was impossible for her pussy to clench and ooze happiness at his tone, at his words, but it sure did. Slowly she leaned forward and winced at the stiffness in her hips and knees. On all fours, she was trembling in both need and exhaustion, but she wanted this, she wanted to feel his hands on her. She’d be leaving tomorrow and wouldn’t see him again for either days or months. She needed this from him, the smarting she knew she’d feel until the end of the week. Provided he didn’t hold back as she knew he might.

“Drop to your elbows if you need to. I know your arms have to be burning.”

Relief she didn’t know she’d been harboring flowed through her. She did as he’d suggested and sighed, taking the weight off her wrists and shoulders. Much better.

Rough hands caressed the tender skin of her behind.

Then, rough hands spanked the tender skin of her behind. First one cheek by one hand followed by the next cheek with the other hand. Then one hand braced at the small of her back and a succession of echoing pops landed dead center of each cheek. One right after the other. Justin didn’t give her a chance to breathe between them. He didn’t give her a chance to protest or praise. He simply let loose on her, and she simply reveled in it.

He knew what she wanted or needed at any given time, sometimes before she did, sometimes because she didn’t. He watched her, listened to her, touched her. He gave her his full and complete attention and he knew her.

And then there was a rip and tear of foil, a swearing and he was inside her, thrusting hard up into her pussy, fucking, taking, still spanking her ass. Her body, her mind, her heart all were in overload. She wouldn’t be able to come again if her life depended on it and she could barely move from the weak, jellylike state of her muscles, but she’d be damned if he wasn’t going to get a good ride out of it.

She wiggled her ass against him and one smack later, he gripped her hips and pulled her into him. “You want to play like that, do you?”

She wiggled her ass again, only to find herself grabbed and squeezed, the tenderness from the spanking smarting and causing her to hiss out a breath. “Yeah. I want to play like that.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.”

Holding her hip in one hand, Justin reached up and held on to her shoulder, his fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled and pushed all at the same time, using her as resistance to his thrust. There was no movement from her as he held her fast in his hands against his body.

She tried to press backward, but his hand clutched hard on her hip. She tried to arch her back, but his fingers tightened on her shoulder. His hips and cock and balls slammed into her, fast paced and breathless.

He grunted behind her, whispered her name in urgency, picked up speed and groaned, going still almost immediately.

He stiffened and tensed, his fingers flexing against her skin and then he was surrounding her, his arms wrapping under her body, his chest flat against her back. Ragged, heavy breathing flipped the ends of her hair around as he lay there, calming.

“Damn, baby. I don’t think I can walk now.”

Ella smiled and closed her eyes. “We can crawl together.”

“Speak for yourself. I’m just gonna stay right here. You make a nice pillow.”

She laughed. “Ass.”

“Oh yes, baby, you have a lovely warm one now. It’ll be bright pink for a little while and will likely sting some tomorrow. You’ll be squirming all the way to New Orleans.”

“That’s not the only thing that will be smarting tomorrow. I think you fucked me raw, and combined with the orgasms… I’ve never had multiples before.”

Justin kissed her shoulder and lifted his hips up, pulling his cock out of her pussy. She felt the loss travel up her body and wanted to cry. She was going to miss him.

“There’s gonna be a lot of multiples in our future, baby.”

He sounded so sure of himself, of them. “I better learn how to handle them then,” was all she could say.

“Yep. Now, about that crawling thing. Can you make it up the stairs or do you need me to start the shower down here?”

No way could she make it up the stairs at the moment, and hell, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it up the stairs after a shower, but… “Down here. Then you can do your caveman thing and throw me over your shoulder and carry me upstairs.”

“Bossy.”

“Yep.”

He kissed the top of her head when he walked around in front of her. She watched him cross the floor to the guest bath, his jeans hanging off his ass, his hair in disarray. He was the sexiest man she’d ever known and she sure as shit hoped she’d make the right decision when the time came.

The shower turned on. Crap. “Guess I have to move now,” she muttered. Slowly, she raised herself, screwing up her face at the pain in her arms and shoulders. It would be a miracle if she made it across the open living room to the bathroom. Then Justin stepped out and leaned against the doorjamb, crooked his finger at her and smiled.

“Come to me, baby.”

Justin turned at the traffic light, following the signs leading to Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport. “What’s your training class on?”

Ella sipped on the small caramel macchiato and sighed in bliss. “It’s a new property in the French Quarter that we’ve just acquired. It’s a beautiful place with a lot of character, draws a moderate business crowd but most of their business is tourist traffic on weekends. Their front office staff needs to be trained on how to deal with the different types of guests. Before we took over, they didn’t get a lot of business people.”

She leaned forward and tried not to wince as she put the cardboard cup in the cup holder. She tried not to sigh as she sat back. Last night’s play was quite evident across her body, both inside and out. Marks from Justin’s fingers were on her shoulder and her hip, blurred handprints were tattooed on her behind. He hadn’t been kidding when he said she would be having a hard time sitting. She tried not to squirm because she knew there was no comfortable sitting position, then tore off a piece of the sweet pastry in her lap.

“And you enjoy this new position? Traveling and the new responsibilities?”

She nodded, fully enjoying the way the buttery concoction melted on her tongue before swallowing. “Oh yes. I love it. This is the most travel I’ve ever done and so seeing the new places has been amazing, learning how different parts of the country work. It helps that I really do love the company. Corporate truly does care about their hotels and their employees and of course their guests.”

“And your job is to train a lot of the front people?”

“Yes, which is completely nerve-racking for me sometimes because I’m just not good in front of a group of people, but I know my job and I know this hotel’s policies like the back of my hand. I know what they want and I—”

“You’re comfortable in your knowledge, in your expertise.” Statement, not question.

She nodded excitedly. “Exactly.” The more she talked about work, the more she smiled, the more it lessened the ache that came with the fact he would leave her at the airport for her flight to New Orleans and he would go back home.

Home. It wasn’t her home, but he’d made her feel as though it were, as though it could be. He gave her free reign and let her move about comfortably.

“I’m proud of you. You’ve come out of your shell some and you’re becoming this woman who—”

“I didn’t think I could be,” she finished for him.

“Yeah, that.”

“I know. A lot of things changed in a relatively short period of time.” She knew that was part of why she tried not to get attached to him. Okay that wasn’t exactly true. From the word Go, she’d been attached to him. It didn’t go away just because she pulled back to get some things in line and to figure out what it was she wanted to do about him, how she wanted him to fit into her life and how she wanted to fit into his. She didn’t want him to just be some guy she had a few weekend flings with and she knew he was so much more than that, had been so much more than that for a long time, even if she hadn’t wanted to admit it before.

She picked at her pastry some more, looking out the window without really seeing anything and mewled when he took hold of her hair and gave it a light tug. She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to cry today, but damn, if the tears weren’t threatening. She couldn’t be in such an emotional state only to walk away from him and do the job she had to do. Then again, throwing herself into her work for the next few days would be a good thing. She wouldn’t have time to think and dwell on Justin until night came and she was alone in her room.

“You all right, baby?”

“Yeah, just…” She shook her head, unsure how to put into words what she was thinking, what she was wondering and feeling.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ella. No matter how far away you have to go to find your way back, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here, waiting.”

She knew that. Hearing him say it, just like hearing him not say other things last night out on the swing… It was all real, sometimes more so with words and other times with actions or even silence. He wasn’t going anywhere, at least not unless she told him to go away, and she couldn’t ever imagine doing that. She just had to figure out how to ask him to keep her.

“I’d have driven you all the way to New Orleans too.”

“I know. It’s better this way.”

His hand tightened in her hair. “How do you figure that?”

She slanted him a look. “If you’d taken me to the hotel, you would have been tempted to come in and try out the bed in my room.”