Annihilation Road (42 page)

She ducked her head. “I’m not very good at controlling that, Savage. My body takes over and I can’t stop.”

“You’re learning. I’ll help you more.” He kept stroking her breast as he replaced the chains of gems in the box. Those were for later. “Right now, we’ll be fine with just a chain between the clamps. Later, one will go to your clit. You’ll love that sensation as well.”

The thought of what was to come was giving him such a rush it was incredible. He realized the combination of love and lust was intensifying the feelings he had. He let them take him as he put his mouth on her, pulling strongly, his tongue working her nipple, preparing her for the wicked bite of the clover clamp. There were so many sensitive nerve endings just waiting to be stimulated. He used his teeth to bite down and then pulled back so he could apply the clamp. He watched her expression closely as the two ends of the clamp tried to meet.

Her breath hissed out in a soft protest. “That’s painful.”

“Is it?” His voice was that same sinful tone, a soft
inquiry. He kept one hand on her other breast, stroking. His other hand was on her hip. He slid it around until his fingers found her bare pussy lips and the moisture gathering there. “I think you like them, baby. You’re hot and slick for me.” He poured approval and heat into his voice.

Deliberately, as he put his mouth around her nipple, he pushed one finger into her, deep, curling it as he stroked and then brushed her clit with his thumb. Helplessly, she began to ride his hand, trying to get ahead of the fiery sensations generated by the clamp on her breast. It wasn’t long before the two sensations mixed together and her breathing was ragged, her body flushed. He bit down and pulled back, clamping the other breast. Her eyes went liquid, and she rode his hand frantically before she realized movement could cause the clamps to pinch tighter.

“Do you remember your first lesson in dirty, sinful sex? I bought a toy just like yours. I want you to lie across the padded bench.” He indicated the spanking bench with the thick leather cover. “Your breasts will hang down, the gold chain dangling. That will make things very interesting for you. I want you to keep that toy positioned right over your clit. You keep the power on low unless I tell you to turn it up. Do you understand? The first infraction, baiting Brandon Campbell, gets my hand. The second one is a huge infraction. Leaving the bar when I was working deserves the strap. If we were further along in our relationship, Seychelle, you would be getting more than that. Walk over to the bench and bend over it. Take the toy and do what I told you.”

He made it a command, and she didn’t hesitate. His Seychelle. Shoulders straight back, her eyes giving him a sweeping look of liquid blue, she walked to the bench, the toy in her hand. Her body was pure poetry. Her hips swayed. Her breasts bounced with every step. The chain rocked. The clamps had to pinch tighter. That was how they worked. Her ass beckoned, a siren’s call. His temptress.

When she bent over, he could see her pretty little pussy
gleaming at him. All that moisture taunting him, that blank canvas calling to him to decorate it. He smacked her hard, sending the first jolt through her body with his bare palm. He liked skin on skin. It felt personal. Intimate. She didn’t make a sound, but she started to pull away from the bench. He didn’t have to correct her; she stayed down. He worked her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, turning them a dark red. Then he reached for the thick leather strap he’d put to the side.

He rubbed her bottom, dipping into her cream and pressing into the forbidden star between her cheeks. He kept rubbing to spread the heat over her bottom and into the bundles of nerves, so it would be impossible for her to know if she was feeling pain or pleasure. The two sensations would mix together so easily, heightening the erotic feeling.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, meaning it. “I don’t know why the universe gave you to me, but I swear I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you.”

He pressed kisses over her very red bottom, his heart beating hard as he picked up the strap and moved around her. His cock ached. Hurt. Was becoming a problem. He fucking loved that after years of having to command his cock to work, it was suddenly working all by itself just fine.
She
had done that for him. She’d fixed his broken cock.

Barefoot, he walked around the bench until he was directly in front of her. Grasping her hair in one hand, he pulled her head back. There were tears streaming down her face like a path of jewels. Diamonds. He took her mouth hungrily. There it was. She kissed like she fucked. Pure fire. Giving him everything. Pure sin.

“
Bog
, baby.” He licked up her right cheek, collecting her tears even as he tugged on the chain gently. “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. You should see yourself. So gorgeous.” He took every tear from her left side. “You aren’t going to disobey me when I tell you to stay put again, are you?” Deliberately, he kept her chin up with the heavy leather strap, waiting for her eyes to meet his.

“No.” Her voice came out a small sob.

“Do you want to stop?”

With the flat strap of leather, he massaged the curves of her breasts, patting gently. Twice he hit the chain where it swung free between her breasts, tugging at it. Her breath hissed out, but her eyes continued to meet his.

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

“You can turn your toy up to medium, but don’t you dare come. If you get too close, you stop, turn it off, do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

He took his time, walking silently around behind her, admiring her body. She really was beautiful, physically and in every other way. He loved that she was his. That she wanted to be his. That she gave herself freely to him. He was training her body to enjoy the things he was doing to her, mixing pain with pleasure, and she was aware of it, giving that to him as well.

The shape of her ass was perfection to him, her bare cheeks presented, darkened with his handprints. His hand slipped over her cheeks, rubbing and massaging gently, sliding to her slick entrance to dip his fingers into her heat and draw out her moisture.

“You’re so wet, baby. You love this, don’t you? It feels so good.” He pumped his fingers into her, let her ride them while her toy worked her clit. He pulled his fingers free slowly and painted the crease between her cheeks with the thick moisture, pushing it over and over into her forbidden little star. “Remember I told you we were going for sinful and dirty, baby?”

Savage began to push the vibrating plug, the one he’d coated with cinnamon gel, into her tight little hole. She moaned softly, started to writhe, but the clamps tightened and she stopped abruptly. When the plug was fully seated, he stepped back and used his foot to widen her stance. He studied her for a moment, just drinking in the sight of her. He took his foot and widened her stance even more,
needing to see her hot little pussy, now so wet she was almost dripping.

He struck with the strap without warning and didn’t let up, putting a little muscle into it, decorating the backs of her thighs, the seam where her buttocks and thighs met, and then striping her buttocks, first horizontally and then vertically. He didn’t put a single mark on her spine or back. Her sobs increased, her body shuddering.

“Let go, Seychelle, ride the pain. Let it take you.”

He kept the steady rhythm going, using the strap on her skin, watching the heat blossom, the red turn to purple. She didn’t make a sound, but her body jolted with each movement, and he knew what the mixture of pleasure and pain was doing to her, jumbling the brain, confusing her ideas of what felt good or bad until they were mixed together beyond her comprehension.

He tossed the strap aside, took the toy from her hand and threw it onto the bed. She remained bent over the bench, breathing hard, crying quietly. Savage shed his pants, his cock raging at him. He caught her arms and very gently helped her into a standing position.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. What do you need? Tell me. Say it. Say it, Seychelle.”

“I need you to fuck me, Savage. I hurt.”

“You hurt so good,” he replied, his tone sheer velvet. A sin. Teaching her. Training her. He walked her backward until she was against the wall. He circled his cock, so hard and thick, desperate to be in her, but holding it out to her in temptation. “You need my cock, don’t you, baby?”

She reached up and circled her arms around his neck, one leg sliding around his waist, pressing her swollen, inflamed, very needy pussy against him. “I do.” Her tears continued to track down her face. “Savage.”

“You have to say it, Seychelle.”

“I need your cock.” She whispered it to him, a confession of truth.

He picked her up without preamble. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.” He didn’t wait. His cock was a monster and she was slick and hot. He drove into her, all but slamming her into the wall. She was tight, a scorching furnace wrapping him in a silken fist, and he began pounding into her. Her hands clutched his shoulders, fingernails biting deep into his skin, then tearing down his back as she tried for purchase so she could use him for leverage to impale herself as deep as she could get him.

“Harder. More,” she whispered. “I’m so close. Make me go over.”

“Not yet,” he denied her. “You wait until I say. It’s going to be so intense, a rush like you won’t believe, baby. I promised you sinful. You’re getting nothing less than spectacular. You deserve it, Seychelle, and I can give it to you.” He pounded into her, over and over, his cock a hot friction, a piston, sawing over the bundle of inflamed nerves. He kept thrusting, watching her face, feeling her body coil tighter and tighter.

Reaching down, he suddenly tugged off the clamp on her right breast fast. As the blood rushed to her nipple, he shifted position just enough to ensure his cock hit the perfect spot inside her, and he kicked up the remote on the plug in her forbidden star while his finger thumped her clit hard. Her eyes went wide in shock.

“Now, baby. Come for me now.”

Her mouth opened in a scream as a powerful orgasm swept through her, taking her over, ripping through her entire body in a merciless, seemingly endless series of tidal waves.

He kept pounding into her right through the tsunami, then gentled as the sensations lessened after a time. He leaned down to lick at her red, hot, sore nipple. “Intense, and such a rush, right, baby? You fucking loved that. I could tell. You’re so perfect. You were born for me, but even more importantly, I was born for you.”

Savage began to move in her again, watching not just the
chain on her breast swing; now the clamp he had released was swinging as well. The remaining clamp would tighten unless Seychelle could hold herself still. She became aware of the problem and tried to stay motionless, letting him do the work, but his cock was a monster, thick and long, invading her tight tunnel, the friction merciless.

Her body responded in spite of the wild, out-of-control orgasm she’d just experienced, already coiling hotter and tighter. He could feel her tight muscles gripping him like a fist, trying to milk him, desperate for his seed. He had left the vibrator on between her cheeks, keeping those forbidden nerve endings fired up. He slapped her bottom hard and then raked his fingernails across her cheeks.

Her breath hissed out. Ragged. Rushed. The liquid in her eyes put even more steel in his cock. He thought he might explode between the love and lust rising in him, threatening to overwhelm him. She’d wrapped herself around his heart so fast he hadn’t known what hit him. She gave him everything. He hadn’t yet earned that, but she gave it to him anyway.

His hips surged into hers, a ruthless machine, pounding out his love, his need of her total surrender, of her gift to him. The feeling was indescribable, moving through his body like an incomparable drug, rushing through his veins, a fire that built and built in intensity. Her body reacted, that silken fist tightening, twisting, tonguing and gripping his cock greedily. Her hips began to frantically reach for his, catching his rhythm, pulling back to come in just as hard so they came together in a mad rush of heated, frenzied fucking.

Seychelle’s generous breasts jolted wildly with every frantic thrust, the jewelry swinging in a tangled symphony, causing a fresh flood of liquid to track down her face even as she begged him for more. She chanted his name, pleading mindlessly.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, watching her
closely again. That face. So close to ecstasy. He could send her flying, give her body and her mind the need for his cock, for him, for what he could do for her anytime she hurt. She would turn to him automatically and know he would be there for her.

“You, Savage. I need you.”

“You want me to send you flying again, baby? You want that intense rush? So good, only I can give it to you? You ready for that?” He increased his pace. Hard. Sawing deliberately over that sweet spot. Again and again. Watching her face. The need building in her. The desperation.

He yanked the clamp from her left nipple, letting the jewelry fall away as he hit the remote, increasing the vibrator even as he thumped her clit hard. Simultaneously, he gave her the order. The command she always had to associate with him. The pleasure
he
gave her. “Now, Seychelle. Let go.”

He slammed his swelling cock into her, over and over, hard and fast, pushing her over the edge as the blood rushed back into her nipple. Her body clamped down on his like a vise, strangling him, pumping. Milking. Squeezing. Even as the tears ran down her face. The sensation was somewhere between heaven and hell. There was nothing like loving her. No experience he’d ever had rivaled it.

Her orgasm should have waned, but it seemed to intensify as his hot seed coated the walls of her channel. The scorching fist pumped, while a million hot mouths sucked greedily in unison, determined to squeeze every last drop from him. His entire body seemed to go up in flames. She screamed, the sound definitely one of pleasure, a ragged calling of his name. For a moment they were locked together so tight, Savage knew they belonged. It wasn’t just their bodies. It was something far deeper.