She licked, swirling her tongue around his finger the way she did his cock, before pulling it deeper into her mouth and sucking.
His eyes drifted momentarily shut in pleasure, before he pulled away, leaning back on his knees. “I intend to put that gorgeous mouth of yours to good use,” he said. “But I’m going to make you come first.”
Sliding his hand over her inner thigh, he caught her leg behind the knee, pushing it up and away from her body, spreading her open. Cool air teased her damp sex, and she watched his jaw clench as he looked down at her, exposed and willing. He used the tie to fasten her forearm to her thigh, knotting the silk tight before running his fingertip over the slick seam of her sex.
She bucked her hips, desperate to get him to touch her where she needed him most, but the position he’d tied her in prevented her from doing more than arching her back and pressing her breasts forward. He gave her a cocky smirk which said he knew exactly what he was doing to her and then unbuttoned a few more buttons on his dress shirt, giving her a glimpse of his muscled chest.
“Wait there,” he said with grin. He was pleased with himself, and it bugged her to no end that he got off on helplessness.
“Fuck you, Masters,” she said, half-joking but frustrated at not being able to do anything to knock him off his game. He was calling the shots and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Both an infuriating and delicious situation.
“No, sweetheart. I’m going to fuckyou. Any way I want to for as long as I want.”
His words tightened something low in her belly and sent another rush of slick arousal to her already aching pussy. While she watched, he climbed off the bed, standing where she could see everything he was doing. He picked up the remote from the nightstand, turning on music with a low grinding bass.
With deliberate slowness he took off his cufflinks and stripped off his shirt, exposing inch after glorious inch of his chest. She bit her bottom lip to keep from reacting, and when he saw her, the cocky grin was back. He was so sure of himself. How could anyone be so sure of themselves? Turning his back to her, he walked to a high chest of drawers in the corner, too narrow to be practical for clothes. He slid open the drawers, rifling through them until he found what he wanted. When he turned back to her holding his treasures, her mouth went dry, wanting him warring with her nerves.
He set a small clear cellophane package holding what looked like some kind of chain on the nightstand before setting another package holding what she recognized as a butt plug next to it. But it was the package with the small relatively innocent looking red ball and black straps in it that had her sucking in her breath and rethinking her position. She was pretty sure it was a ball gag, and she was equally sure she didn’t want to have anything to do with it.
Her eyes had to be wide enough to make her look like an owl, but he didn’t offer her any tender reassurances. He stalked towards her, grinning like he was the master of the universe. What the hell had she gotten herself into? She swallowed. Hard.
It was Luke; she thought, trying to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest. He’d never done anything to hurt her, and she knew without a doubt that he never would. Not physically anyway. Her heart was an entirely different matter, but even there he’d been honest with her. He hadn’t made her promises he didn’t intend to keep. And if she was being honest with herself, she was curious. She wanted to know what it was like to give control to a man strong enough to take it.
Standing beside the bed, he bent over her bound body and cupped her head with his hands, sinking his fingers into her hair. He slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her, teasing her lips apart and tasting her like she was everything he needed. She opened for him, arching and offering herself to him as he licked and teased. Her skin flushed and her body softened, the feeling of his mouth on hers enough to make her desperate for him.
Dragging his teeth over her bottom lip, he broke the kiss. His dark glassy eyes and the outline of his thick hard cock in his slacks let her know he wasn’t immune to what they were doing, but there was no doubt who had the upper hand.
“Now,” he said, licking across her bottom lip before straightening. “Let’s see how many times we can make you come.”
HE COULD DO this. Fuck, he was going to love doing this. He didn’t have to let things get twisted up in emotions which would hurt them both. Having Claire writhing in pleasure under his hands and mouth didn’t need to have anything to do with love. It was enough that he respected her and wanted to make her feel good. They were both consenting adults. They didn’t need anything more. And if a small part of him insisted on calling him a liar, well he’d just stomp that part quiet. He didn’t get to be who he was by letting his emotions rule him. He was the king of control, and he intended to control every bit of giving Claire more pleasure than she could handle and taking as much for himself as he wanted.
He looked down at her bound open for him, her sweet cunt already wet and ready. Just for him. She looked nervous and eager, emotions he could use to hold her on the edge of extraordinary pleasure. He had let things get out of control between them, playing house instead of playing her body like the beautiful instrument it was. It was time to change that.
Wearing just his black slacks, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread legs. Holding his body over hers, he leaned in to brush a kiss over her lips, but he pulled back when he felt her lean toward him. He wanted to wear her out with screaming orgasms not tender kisses. He sat back on his heels, turning his attention to her lace covered breasts.
She was so fucking hot with the black silk and lace covering her pale creamy skin. Her auburn hair fell in a sexy wave over her shoulders where it had tumbled from the pins. He traced the top of her bra, letting his finger dip under the lace edge to skim her nipples. Waiting until her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted in pleasure, he flipped the front catch open. She arched, pressing herself toward his hands and the silk slid away, baring her to his hungry gaze.
“Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart,” he said before bending over and suckling one of her rosy nipples.
Using his lips and tongue he pulled hard, drawing the tight peak deep into his mouth, sucking until she cried out. He released her nipple, watching as the straining tip pebbled in the cool air. Grabbing the small package from the nightstand, he opened the cellophane envelope and dropped the small clips connected with delicate chains into his palm.
“Hold very still,” he commanded and smiled when she froze in place.
He loved how responsive she was and loved even more that he was in control of her reactions. Holding the small bobby pin shaped clip in one hand, he pinched her nipple with the other, smiling when she let out a squeak.
“Eyes closed and stay still.” He positioned the rubber coated prongs on either side of the tight peak and slid the band closer to the tip, snugging the clip around her nipple. He tightened until the clip held the sensitive flesh fast, and she sucked in her breath in a way that let him know she was riding the fine line between pleasure and pain.
He ran his tongue over the bound tip, flicking it back and forth until her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she was arching her back, pressing herself closer to his mouth.
“What is it?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.
“It’s a nipple clamp, and it looks fucking amazing on you.” He gave the clip a gentle tug and she whimpered. “Now I’m going to put the other one on and then I have one for your clit.”
She inhaled, her nostrils flaring, and he knew from her reaction that when he touched her he’d find her wet and ready for him. He sucked her other nipple to a stretched peak and repeated the process with the other clip. When he had her bound, he gave the chain connecting the clips a pull which had her back bowing and the breath catching in her throat.
“It’s so much,” she whimpered. “Fuck, it’s too much.”
“Easy, sweetheart,” he said, trailing his fingertips down the front of her body. “Look at me.”
