You Only Love Twice (34 page)

Her eyes flew open, but it was too late. He was already
tightening the screws, squeezing her nipples between the lovingly made boards.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered as the boards pressed down and
her nipples bulged beautifully.

“There.” She looked gorgeous with her breasts upthrust and
her nipples a deep pink. He ran a finger over one and she bucked underneath
him. “Perfect. Now they’re more sensitive. Now I can play with them.”

“You’re killing me, Murdoch.”

“And you forget my name when we’re alone together. I could
make one of these for your clit.”

“Sir. Sir. Please don’t, Sir. I’ll be good.”

He loved how breathless she got. It was like she utterly forgot
to be self-conscious when they were playing. She gave in to her role and became
the sweet little sub who only wished to please her Master. Outside this room,
she would aggressively fight anyone who tried to control her, but here she
proved she trusted him.

Here she took his plug and gave her nipples over to him, and
she would take his cock any way he wanted her to. He flicked a nipple, his dick
hardening when she squealed. Maybe Kai wasn’t the only one with a streak of
sadism.

He leaned over and licked the nub. “I’ll tie you up on the
plane and force you to take my cock in your mouth. Si and I will sit and go
over the debrief while you take care of me. That’s your only job during that
trip—taking care of my needs. Sucking my cock and offering me all of your
pretty parts to lick and suck and torture.”

“I’ll do it. Simon will be shocked.”

He chuckled. She had only seen the team on their best
behavior. “Where do you think I got the idea? The last time we were all on a
plane together, Chelsea served him his tea and she wasn’t wearing a stitch of
clothing. And we knew which parts of the plane to stay out of if we didn’t want
a show. You’re my woman. When we agree to play, I’ll take you whenever,
wherever I want. I’ll indulge your every fantasy. If you want me to fuck you on
the conference table in the middle of a meeting, I will make it happen.”

He slid his hand down her body. He was perfectly comfortable
that she wasn’t thinking about anything but him now. The minute he felt all
that slick arousal coating her pussy, he leaned over and gave her nipples
another lick.

Phoebe’s whole body tightened. She was close. He hadn’t had
to do more than spank her, clamp her, and talk dirty to her.

“You like that, Phoebe. You want them all to know. Tell me
what they’ll know on that plane.” He wanted to hear her talk dirty, too.

“That I’m yours.” She moaned when he toyed with those
tortured nipples. Their color had deepened and he was going to have to release
her soon.

He found her clit, starting to rub circles. “Not just mine.
You’re my little fuck toy. Say it.”

“I’m your little fuck toy. I’m yours. I’m here for your
pleasure, Sir. I want to take you any way that pleases you.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” It was the truth. Her
pleasure meant everything to him. He could play with words, but she was the sun
in his sky. It was why the words got her so hot. They were play. She wasn’t a
fuck toy. She was everything. He rubbed her clit faster, feeling her breath
pick up, her hips start to move against his hand. “Come for me. You come for me
now.”

She shivered and shook, her whole body tightening and then
releasing. She cried out and then relaxed. Her arousal coated his fingers.

He sucked them inside, reveling in her tangy sweet taste.
“Now comes the fun part. Now you’re going to give me everything I want.”

* * * *

Her whole body ached but in the sweetest way possible.
Despite the orgasm that was still thrumming through her system, she was deeply
aware that he hadn’t come. While the feeling was sweet, there was a disconnect.
She wanted to come with him inside her, giving as much as she got.

“Don’t scream.” His blue eyes stared down at her, the
slightest amusement on his face. “This is going to hurt a little.”

He unscrewed the nipple sticks and her breasts came free.

Pain flared, whipping through her tortured flesh, and it was
all she could do to hold in the shout that threatened.

Bastard. Sadist. Asshole.

He chuckled and then he was kissing her right where it hurt.
His tongue came out to soothe her. His lips and his tongue eased the ragged
edge of pain. His hands caressed her and she could feel his leg against hers.
Not to mention the plug he’d worked into her ass. She could feel that, too.

The images he’d put in her head were just as hot. She
couldn’t help it. She really did get turned on by dirty talk and by thinking
about people watching her. The idea of Jesse watching her with another man did
nothing for her. She didn’t want anyone but Jesse, but she couldn’t get the
performance fantasy out of her head. When he talked about showing her off, she
felt confident and sexy in a way she never had before.

It was counter to everything she’d thought about sex, but
somehow Jesse made the dirtiest things seem intimate and loving. Maybe he was
right and there was no wrong way to love. Maybe there was simply their way.
Hers and Jesse’s.

“I love the way you squirm.” He moved to the other nipple,
lavishing it with affection as his hand moved between her legs.

“You love making me squirm and whine and beg.” Though when
she really thought about it, it wasn’t so much he made her as he allowed her a
safe place to do all the things she’d never even known she wanted to do. He
gave her a place to explore and discover sides of her sexuality that would have
stayed hidden forever had she not met this man.

“I do. I’m going to make you do it again.” He rubbed his
face between her breasts, breathing in her scent before he started to kiss his
way down her body. “I’m going to make you beg me to shove my cock in your ass.
Do you want your Master’s cock in your ass?”

“Sure.” She said it in a way that was utterly unsure.

He chuckled. “I see I have some work to do. Let me put it to
you this way. That little starter orgasm is all you’re going to get until you
beg me.” He worked his way down until his face was right at her pussy. He
looked up her body, his eyes catching hers. “How long do you think you can hold
out on me?”

She was kind of afraid of the whole anal thing. “Maybe
longer than you think.”

He turned his face back down, staring right at her pussy.
Again, it should have made her deeply uncomfortable since she’d never really
thought of a pussy as being something a person would want to stare at, but
somehow Jesse made it hot. His fingers traced her from the top of her clitoris
all around. Just a light touch. It was enough to remind her just how good it
could feel. “I think you want it deep down.”

“I think you’re bigger than that plug and you won’t just sit
there.” She let her head fall back, the heat of his breath warming her up all
over again. Now that she thought about it, it really had been a starter orgasm.
A little quake when he could give her a 9.9 on the Richter scale. She clenched
around the plug, feeling the fullness there and wondering what that would feel
like when it was Jesse’s flesh sliding in and out.

He licked her clit, a slow stroke of his tongue. “No, I
won’t. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you long and hard. I’ll try to make it last,
but your ass is going to be so tight.” A single finger slipped into her pussy,
rotating and tantalizing. “You’ll grip my dick until I can’t see straight. I’ll
have to fight not to come the minute I feel you all around me.”

His words were as hot as his tongue. Phoebe had to force
herself not to roll over and just offer herself up. “What if I don’t like it?”

“You have your safe word, but you won’t use it.” That finger
started to move in a slow groove. In and out, curling up to stroke her sweet
spot. Not enough. Never enough. He punctuated each stroke with a lick and a
sweet suckling of her clit. “You’ll like it. You’ll love how deep I’ll go and
how close we are. You’ll love the fact that you’re sore tomorrow because you’ll
still feel me there. I’ll still be with you every time you feel that delicious
ache or when your breasts brush against your blouse and your nipples get a
tweak of soreness. You’ll remember that I had you and that I’ll have you
again.”

Or she would remember what she’d given up. She would
remember what she could have had. She likely wouldn’t be on that plane with
Jesse. She would be with her brother, going back to DC to face a fight they
didn’t even understand.

Yes. She wanted that ache in her body because it would match
the one in her soul. Any remembrance of him was worthwhile, would fuel the long
years ahead when she would mourn two men.

“Take me, Jesse.”

“Not enough.” He kissed her clit and then drew the little
nub between his teeth. He gave her the finest edge, that remarkable spot
between pain and pleasure when the world fell away and all that mattered was
what happened between them. It was the place where she could cry, where she
could submit, where she could feel pleasure without guilt.

The sensation built, starting low in her pelvis and
threatening to become a wildfire across her skin. Just as the orgasm
threatened, he pulled back.

Frustration welled as he petted her sweetly, but not
anywhere close to what she needed. “You’re a horrible man.”

He moved up the bed, sliding his body along hers. His
fingers came out to play with her nipples again, but this time she welcomed the
ache. “I am a kind Master. You have no idea the lengths I can go to.”

“With who? With the club subs?” Jealousy was another kind of
ache. She hated the thought but she knew once she was gone, there would be any
number of beautiful, sexy, younger women to take her place. They wouldn’t give
him half the trouble she had. He wouldn’t have a problem finding a new
submissive. They would likely form a line when they knew she wasn’t coming
back.

“You’re jealous.” He touched her nose with his. “There’s no
need to be. I wasn’t talking about my past. I was talking about all the dirty,
nasty things I want to do to you. I’ve never had a submissive of my own. I
serviced them when they needed a partner, but I never played with my own sub. I
want to play for hours, Phoebe. I want you tied up and at my mercy. I want to
hear you scream out my name because you can’t take a single second more of life
without my cock inside you.”

He was touching her pussy again, starting the slow tease of
her senses. He’d sensitized her, gotten her hot and wanting. Now he could take
her right back to the edge with a stroke of his fingers. She felt the warm
flush of arousal, felt him sink two fingers in and then draw them back out. He
stared right at her as he licked her essence off.

“You taste better than any meal, any sweet, any liquor. You’re
the best drug I ever had.”

How the hell was she supposed to fight that? Every good
intention fell away. Every bit of reason she had melted under his warmth, his
affection. He was the perfect blend of sweetness and dominance, guaranteed to
break her down. “I’ll marry you.”

The light that hit his eyes was like the sun coming from
behind years and years of clouds. “I love you, Phoebe. You won’t regret it.”

“You might. Take me. I’m begging you. Please, Jesse. I need
you.”

He smiled, but there was that sweetly sadistic light in his
eyes when he twisted her nipple. “Where do you want me, wife?”

Everywhere. In her life. In every second of every moment she
had left. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He was playing and he wanted her
dirty. She could give that to him. She wanted nothing more than to be his
dirty, nasty, beloved girl. “In my ass. I want you in my ass. Only you.”

She’d given Jamie her virginity, but she could give this to
Jesse. Her second love. Her second chance. She would only have two lovers her whole
life, and she wanted to share this with him and him alone. It would be sacred
between them, a bond she hoped the past couldn’t break.

“Only me.” He kissed her, his mouth fusing to hers in a way
that felt a little like wonder, like she was young again and the world was
opening up. Like she’d never been kissed before and could discover what love
had to offer her all over again.

He moved between her legs, letting his body cover hers. He
didn’t hold back his weight and she didn’t want him to. She loved how he pinned
her to the bed, sinking in. Her nipples ached where he touched them, but it was
just one more part of the puzzle. His tongue rubbed against hers and she moved
her legs, wrapping her body around his. The plug slipped out and for a second
she missed the feeling, but it wouldn’t last long. He would fill her up.

He got to his knees after one last kiss and reached to the
bedside table, grabbing the lube.

She watched as he picked up what now really seemed like too
small a plug by the base and put it away.

“Bring your legs up.” He grabbed a pillow from beside her.
“Let me get this under you.”

“Shouldn’t I turn over?”

“No. I want to watch you. I want to see your face. I told
you I wouldn’t hurt you. I’ll make sure of it.” He moved between her legs,
easing the pillow under her hips and shifting her into the place he wanted her.

She let him. She was willing to give him anything.

She trusted him with her body, her soul.

Could she trust him with her secrets?

Vulnerable. With her legs draped over his thighs and her
pelvis tilted to him, she felt so vulnerable. She was opened wide for him, her
body lay out like the offering it was. She felt him touch her. So intimate.
There was the momentary chill of the lube and then the heat of his left hand,
massaging her. He took his time, rubbing it in, his eyes steady on hers.
Finally, he spread the lube on his cock, his hand moving over his flesh. She
watched him stroke himself, preparing to take her. He was truly lovely, his
cock reaching almost up to his navel, the head rounded, and below his balls
were tight and heavy. She could still taste him, still feel the way he filled
her mouth.