Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (27 page)

She tensed, instantly
looking nervous.

“The terms of our
agreement.” Wide-eyed, she waited. “We fly to New York tomorrow.
There’s a gala at the Met I’ll take you to Saturday night. Then
Sunday, we’ll fly home and I’ll pay off all of your debts.”

Leaning forward, I
looked into her eyes. “Do you understand what I mean when I say
you’ll serve me for the week?”

She shivered slightly,
nibbling on her lower lip. I should have done more of this last
night. It wasn’t like me to overlook the fine points of a contract.
She got me too fired up and I didn’t like that. I’d regain
control, starting now.

“This week, I give
the orders,” I explained. “You follow them. No questions asked.
You’ll serve me in every way.”

She sat up straighter
in the bed. That comforter still over-performed.

“You’re going to be
my sub, Kara. Do you understand what that means? I’ll be your
master, controlling you, teaching you. That means you’ll need to
trust me completely.”

“Declan, I…” she
hesitated.

“That means no more
secrets. You should have told me you were a virgin.”

“I’m sorry,” she
began, looking down and starting to nibble nervously on her thumb. “I
should have but—”

“It’s all right,”
I waved off her apologies. What mattered was the future. “This week
you need to open up completely to me. You’ll need my guidance. You
have to reveal everything to me. That’s how this works.”

“I don’t know if…”
She hesitated, biting her plump lip, twirling a strand of hair around
her finger. “I’m not sure that I can… do everything you ask.”

“Why not?” I
remained level and cool, letting her speak.

“Because…” She
tilted her hands and eyes upwards. “I don’t even know what sort
of stuff you’re into. Are you going to make me sign a contract or
something?”

I smiled. “Has
someone been reading
50 Shades
of Gray
?”

She blushed,
embarrassed. “Maybe.”

Giving her a dead
serious look, I asked, “Would you like to see my Room of Pain?”
She froze. I couldn’t help but slip into a grin.

“You’re joking,
right?” She smiled but still sounded hesitant.

“Yes, I’m joking. I
mean, I have an Iron Maiden in the closet, but that’s only if
you’re bad.” I couldn’t let this go yet. She was too fun to
tease.

“What’s an Iron
Maiden?”

“Forget about it.
Kara, I’m not into inflicting pain.”

She looked at me,
dubious. I was the one who tortured her nipples and gave her a stern
spanking last night, after all. My cock stirred at the memory.

“Not much pain,” I
modified my response, giving her a wicked smile.

“I just want to know
what you’re into.” She sounded nervous, but also curious and
maybe a little eager. I liked that.

“Let me show you.”
I brought a hand to her arm and began to stroke her forearm,
caressing the sensitive, smooth skin on the inside.

“But what—?”

“I know what I like.
I have a good idea what you’ll like.”

“But I just—?”

“You don’t get to
ask,” I instructed her. “I’m in control.”

She looked at me, eyes
wider, lips parted.

“If at any point you
want to stop,” I continued. “You can. Contract null and void.”

“On both sides,”
she added. Thinking about the money.

I nodded. I fought the
urge to tell her that of course I’d pay off everything anyway. I’d
do that for her right now, even if she picked up and walked right out
the door. The money wasn’t an issue. But I wanted the week and I
knew she wouldn’t give it to me without the right incentive. She’d
fly away like a frightened bird. She needed a reason to accept this.
Her family’s ranch, that seemed like a good one. Even though deep
down I knew she’d said yes because she wanted it. She couldn’t
admit it to herself yet, though. I’d make sure she screamed it
before the week was out.

Nervous, she picked up
a strawberry and began to nibble it absentmindedly. A ripe, full one.
She toyed with it in her mouth. I watched, transfixed, her lips, her
tongue, her teeth. I leaned closer and she froze, realizing what she
was doing and the reaction it was provoking. Our eyes met and I could
see it, the switch flip on in her as well. So hot, so quick between
us. Always there, a live current of electricity.

She paused. Then,
instead of putting the strawberry down, she made it more deliberate.
Slowly, she brought her tongue out to flick the tip of the
strawberry, taste it, then lick it. Eyes on me, she drew the
strawberry into her mouth, sucking on it as she slowly pulled it out.
I watched as her perfect lips formed an O around that ripe, round
berry, saw her pout and lick, slow and deliberate.

I could think of
nothing but her doing that to my cock. It sprang to urgent attention,
pressing against the cotton of my sweatpants. The elastic waist hung
low on this pair and I saw her eyes flick over to it, saw the fingers
on her free hand knead the comforter. I could almost feel her reach
over, pull my waistband down, and bring her lush, wet mouth down over
my hard, straining shaft.

“Push the covers
down,” I ordered. “Let me see your tits.” Her eyes widened just
how I liked. I could read surprise in them mixed with a flood of
desire.

Slowly, infuriatingly
slowly, she put the strawberry down on the plate and then sat back on
the bed, taller and straighter now. The creamy blanket still covered
most of her breasts. Nervous, she brought both hands to the bedding
and paused for a moment. Then she pushed it down around her waist,
removing her protection. Bared to the morning light, her breasts were
two perfect mounds, almost too large for her frame yet all the more
sexy because of it. Girls paid for breasts like hers, but there was
nothing like the real thing. There was nothing like Kara.

“Lie down.” She
worked her way down to recline on the bed. I walked over to the
closet and pulled out a pair of restraints. Black silk, they fit
tight on the wrists while still feeling soft and slippery against the
skin. They were a good starter pair.

“Bring your hands up
above your head.” Her eyes widened as she watched me walk back to
the bed, black silk trailing from my hands.

“What—?”

“You asked what I
liked. Now I’m going to show you. No more questions, Kara. Obey.”
My voice bit out, harsh. She needed to learn the rules of the
arrangement. I needed to see if she’d like them as much as I
thought she would. She paused again, hesitant, glancing at the
handcuffs, then down at her naked breasts. That’s right, I wanted
her to think it through. Be fully aware of her vulnerability. Then
give it to me. I said nothing, letting her work it out, my cock
straining against my pants. I loved seeing her struggle.

Then submit. She
brought her wrists up above her head. She looked up at me, biting her
lip, but trusting. The sight of her lying there, choosing to give
herself to me, stoked my fires like nothing else.

I grasped her wrists
and fastened them securely but lightly to the bedpost. Her arms were
pulled above her, but not uncomfortably. I wanted her to feel
fastened but not in pain.

“See, that doesn’t
hurt.” I stroked my fingers down her arms, along her side. Her
ribcage rose and fell, her breathing starting to come in pants. Her
nipples stood out, dark pink and pebbled. She liked it.

“I like seeing you
like this.” I kept my voice cool, in control. “I can do what I
want with you.”

“I’m nervous.”
She looked up at me, her arms drawn above her head, arching into my
touch.

“Good. It heightens
your sensations. Close your eyes.”

She looked at me,
hesitant. Then closed them. I could keep her like this, let her
choose to keep them closed. There would be something satisfying about
it, her constant choice to do my bidding. Sometime I’d have her do
that. This morning, though, I was going to use a blindfold. She’d
asked me what I liked.

I selected one from my
closet. She fidgeted on the bed, wondering what I was up to, what I
was going to do next.

Rock hard as I
approached her with the blindfold, I knew I’d very much enjoy the
sight of her in it. Her ripe lips open and panting under the black
silk, the sounds of surprise and desire I’d coax from her. I leaned
over, lifting her head in my hands.

“I’m going to
blindfold you.”

Her eyes flew open and
she strained against the restraints at the bedposts. Her breasts
stood out more as she stretched. I couldn’t wait to play with them
at my leisure. Because that’s what this morning was going to be
about, teasing, light play. I wanted to go slowly with her, take my
time, exercise restraint and see what made her tick. I wanted to
learn her secrets. Then exploit them to the fullest.

“Trust me, Kara.”
Slowly, she closed her eyes again. I wrapped the cool silk around
her, fastening it just tight enough at the back of her head. “How’s
that?”

OK.” Her breathing
came fast. I could tell this was all new to her. Tense, nervous, she
didn’t know what to do or what to expect. Her inexperience made it
even more arousing. I took my time, letting the anticipation build.

In one stroke, I pulled
back all of the covers and threw them to the floor. She gasped and
lay there completely bare for my exploration and enjoyment. I watched
her twist her legs, bring a foot to her ankle then down again. Her
thighs clenched together over her sex.

I sat next to her again
and began to stroke her inner thigh. She opened for me on instinct,
so naturally submissive in her responses. Oh, Kara. On the lips of
her bare, beautiful pussy I could see honey forming for me. Under my
inspection, completely exposed, she writhed lightly. I hissed as I
watched her arousal building, her sex starting to glisten.

“Are you thinking of
what I might do to you, Kara?” I asked in a low voice, stroking her
inner thighs. I didn’t touch her petals, not yet. She moaned in
response. “Sometimes it’s fun not to know, isn’t it, Kara?” I
brought my hands up to her smooth stomach, tracing her curves, up
over her hips.

Bending over her so she
could feel the tickle of my breath on her thighs, I asked, “Are you
starting to throb, Kara? Are you starting to ache?” She gasped, her
thighs parting more. I fought the urge to plunge my tongue deep into
her, feasting and drinking her in relentlessly as she came again and
again.

Instead, I brought a
hand to the swell of one of her breasts, slowly, softly caressing it.
I flicked my thumb lightly over her nipple and smiled with
satisfaction as it stiffened even more. I grabbed the peak with a
sudden pinch, twisting it between my finger and thumb.

She cried out with a
twinge of pain. Yet, at the same time, she pushed her breast into my
hand, needy and wanting more.

“I like how you
respond to me, Kara.” I caressed her with my voice, back to
stroking now. “With your eyes closed, you feel more. All of your
senses are tuned in to the touch. The feel.” I took her nipple into
my mouth, sucking, swirling my tongue around the pebbled point. Then
I removed the heat of my mouth and blew lightly on the wet tip. She
inhaled sharply, her nipples dark pink and pointed with need.

Over on the tray of
breakfast food, I saw a small stainless steel pitcher half-full with
maple syrup. Seemed a shame to waste perfectly good syrup like that.

I started with a few
dribbles along her stomach.

“Ooh!” she
exclaimed, wiggling.

“Lie still.” I
brought a strong hand to her shoulder, steadying her, and she stilled
at my touch. Slowly, I brought my tongue down to her flat, soft
expanse of skin, licking the syrup up as if I were licking her
juices, not letting a single drop get away from me, savoring all of
it. She moaned as if she were picturing the exact same thing.

Next, I dribbled some
syrup on her hip. I flicked my tongue lightly along her curves. She
melted under my tongue, hot and urgent, moving her hips toward me and
offering herself up with small, moaning pants.

“Stay still, now,”
I admonished. She whimpered and tried to lie still as I dribbled a
circle of syrup around her belly button. Making sure not to touch any
other part of her body, I leaned over, flicking my tongue along her
lower stomach.

“Declan,” she
panted, writhing beneath me.

I sat up, then lightly
grazed her aching nipple with the metal of the syrup pitcher. Cool
against her hot flesh, she shivered, so much more sensitive without
sight.

I dribbled a few drops
at the top of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. As I
licked and sucked, she started to beg.

“Declan, please,”
she panted, trying to twist closer toward me, close any distance
between us.

“Yes, that’s
right,” I encouraged her, running a finger along her soft cheek
underneath the blindfold, stopping at her full lips. “I like it
when you beg.” She flicked her tongue out at my finger, then drew
it in and sucked. I groaned. Rock hard, the tip of my cock strained
at the low-riding waistband of my sweatpants.

Enough teasing. I
needed more. Down between her legs, I spread her thighs. Face at her
pussy, I blew on her wetness. She writhed in the sensation. I brought
the syrup can to her slick folds, sliding the cool metal along her
skin. Then I poured a dab of syrup on her.

“Declan!” she cried
out.

I brought my tongue to
her slit, slowly licking up the mingled syrup, maple and Kara, so
sweet. She arched her back and moaned, pressing her pussy into my
tongue.

“Do you like that,
Kara?”

“Ah, Declan! I need—”
She broke off into a moan of pleasure as I slid more syrup on her,
more tongue, this time firmer, stronger, more insistent, lapping up
more of her juice. Grasping her ass in both hands, I settled my face
in and began to tongue fuck her in a demanding rhythm. She bucked
against me, her hands still tied above her head, writhing and
screaming with need.