Bound to Please (27 page)

He loved his life in New York, just as Ruby loved hers in San Francisco.

“Mark?”

He turned from the window to see her standing in the living room. The sight of her made his pulse jackhammer. She became more beautiful by the second. The vivid color of the dress made her eyes shine brightly, echoing the cobalt shades she wore. She’d put on her makeup exactly as he’d instructed, so her eyes were rimmed with black, emphasizing her striking gaze and pale skin.

The stretchy blue dress wrapped around her body exactly as he’d imagined it would, emphasizing her lean torso and feminine curves. Her hair hung past her shoulders in thick temptation. He clenched his hands at his sides to keep from going to her and wrapping those silky locks around his fists. He remembered the phone conversation when he’d described exactly what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to feel her hair moving across his stomach, his hips, his cock.

He went hard.
Get a grip. You have all fucking night.

He pulled off his glasses and polished them on his shirt. “You look perfect, Ruby.”

He didn’t want to wait. The impulse to take her right then nearly overcame him. And the way she beamed at his compliment made it that much harder to resist.

He wanted her. And no matter how hard she resisted, he knew she wanted him, too. And once she figured out how much, he was sure she’d stop fighting him. So tonight, he planned on showing her exactly how good it could be.

Ruby slid into the back of the limo. Mark had been silent since he’d given her the compliment earlier, but there was a heightened energy radiating off him that made her nerves tingle. He hadn’t told her where they were going; he hadn’t told her anything. But the dark look in his eyes promised her all she needed to know.

He got in and the limo began to move. She inhaled that familiar scent of him: woodsy, earthy, leather. She wanted to smell his scent all the time. Remembering how her new flogger reminded her of Mark, she thought she might start sleeping with it, like a teddy bear.

“Why are you grinning?”

Looking up, she touched his cheek. Should she tell him her ridiculous idea?

He wrapped his hand around hers in a light but firm grasp. A reminder that all of her was his tonight, even her very thoughts.

Blushing, she shook her head. “I was just thinking about something; it was silly.”

“Tell me.”

Oh God.
Swallowing, she lifted her chin. “I just love the way you smell.”

His gaze on her was steady. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Her heart hammered as she spoke. Why was this so hard? “It’s like this leather scent; it’s so… nearly suffocating, but I like it.” She shook her head at herself. “I find myself inhaling you, trying to keep the scent in my head. Is that crazy?”

He lifted a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his index finger. In the dim interior light, his eyes were liquid and dark behind his glasses. “No, it’s not crazy at all.”

Her lids fluttered shut when he tugged gently on her hair, and she loved the corresponding flurry in her rib cage, the little pulse between her legs.

And for some reason she kept speaking. “So.” She laughed nervously. “You know that flogger I have? I bought it because it smelled like you; that’s why I wanted it. And I was just thinking that I wanted to sleep with it next to me, like a stuffed animal.”

“You are fucking cute when you blush.”

She shook her head. “I am not.”

“Are, too,” he murmured. His gaze lingered on hers a moment longer before he gently pulled her hair toward him. A second later his lips were on hers, licking her, tasting her. She melted into the kiss, held on to his smooth scalp as he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth. The entire world faded away as they continued this simple act, and when he finally pulled back she was panting. Her nipples tingled and her heartbeat was unsteady. He affected her as much with a simple kiss as he did when he had her restrained and on her knees.

“Untie your dress.”

With trembling fingers she reached to her waist and pulled the sash apart. The fabric immediately gaped open, revealing the black lace bra she wore underneath.

His fingers were warm as he reached into the cup of her bra to pull out her right breast. She gasped as he tugged on her nipple, pulling the tip to a hard point. She noticed something shiny in his other hand then. Something he was bringing up to her breast. Two little metal clamps with a screw on one side, held together by about six inches of chain.

He pulled out her other breast and toyed with her, tugging her flesh until that nipple was a tight bead in his fingertips.

Glancing at the items in his hand and back to her breasts, he said, “I’m going to screw these onto your nipples, Ruby. You’re going to wear them for me. All night.”

He pulled her nipple through the clamp and began to adjust the screw. Tighter and tighter, he didn’t stop until she gasped. After he’d screwed the second one on, he gave the chain a tug.

She cried out, the sensation shooting through her, directly to her pussy. He reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and threw it aside. Then he pulled her dress back over her shoulders.

Tying the belt, she looked at her chest and saw that the clamps and chain were obvious lumps beneath the fabric. “People are going to see them.”

The limo came to a stop, and he turned to give her that crooked grin. “Where we’re going, doll, no one will care.”

Chapter
Twenty-Three

T
he place looked normal from the outside. Just another club in an industrial area of San Francisco. But as soon as Mark ushered her through the door, his hand at the small of her back, she realized where they were. A sex club.

The entrance was a small room, sectioned off by a black curtain. There was a counter, behind which a beautiful blonde sat reading a magazine. The way she nodded at Mark and let him in with an easy silence told Ruby he’d been here before.

They went around the curtain, and Ruby saw that this place was nothing like the fetish party she’d gone to with Meg. The first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t crowded. A few people mingled, standing or seated, around the low-light perimeter, and she felt their eyes on her as they passed.

She’d heard rumors of a very exclusive, private dungeon in San Francisco, and she realized she’d just been granted access.

A man walked by them, holding a leash. The leash was attached to a studded leather collar that was fastened around a naked woman’s throat. As they passed, the woman kept her eyes lowered. Somehow, watching the couple sent a little pulse to Ruby’s sex. Did she ever want to be owned like that? By Mark? She supposed she’d never know.

There was a hushed air of secrecy here, and none of the flagrant, unashamed eroticism she’d witnessed at the fetish party. Instead of fantasy themes, there seemed to be one purpose to this place: extreme domination and submission. Mark took her hand and led her deeper inside, to a corner, where he positioned her facing away from a dark wall. “Tell me something, Ruby. At that fetish party, did you enjoy watching? Did it make you wet?”

Tremors ran through her body, causing her nipples to throb in their metal clamps. Frightened yet turned on, she nodded.

He leaned closer. “Did you want to participate? Did you want to be watched?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her skin burning.

“But you said you wished I’d been with you. Is that true? Do you want everyone to see what I do to you?”

She could barely breathe. If she said yes, it would mean pushing herself further than she’d ever thought possible. And yet, she hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about it, about having Mark do wicked things to her while people watched.

He closed in on her, backed her against the dark wall. His eyes on hers, he took her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his hands. Then he placed his palm on her chest and, using his thumb, gently toyed with the lock at her throat.

Her eyelids fluttered closed as everything in her shut down under his touch. A river of desire flooded her, turning her limbs to liquid.

“I hate the thought of another man touching you—hell, even
looking
at you. Ever since you told me you went to that party, all I’ve been able to think about is making you mine. I know you can’t stop thinking about what you saw there, but I want you to experience it with me. Only me.”

She thought he’d already pushed her as far as she could go, but she’d been wrong. Each time he dug out one of her desires, a new one seemed to pop up. And now… all she wanted was to fulfill the fantasy she’d been ignoring ever since that night at the fetish party.

“Are you mine tonight, Ruby? Truly?”

His gaze held hers until finally she nodded.

Something flashed in his eyes. Relief? But then it was gone, and he released her arms to take her hands in his. “Now, you truly belong to me. No one will even talk to you tonight unless they ask my permission first. So I need you to follow the rules.”

“Yes, Mark.” How easily she fell into her role.

“I’m going to take off your dress now. I want everyone to see how beautiful my woman is.” He untied her dress and slid it down her shoulders, her arms, until he held it in his hands. “And now, give me your panties and your shoes.”

She had no desire to hesitate. Electric energy coursed through her; anticipation ruled her. She wanted this, wanted it with him.

After she’d removed the rest of her clothing, a woman in a leather skirt and underbust corset appeared, and Mark handed her the dress before she scurried away, taking Ruby’s clothing with her.

Ruby stood then, naked except for her nipple clamps, for anyone to see. Her blood ran hot through her veins, and her nipples were hard peaks in the metal, her pussy moist. She realized she liked this, liked being his pet to show off.

“Hands behind your back.”

She clasped her hands at the base of her spine, causing her chest to jut forward; the chain swinging between the valley of her breasts.

“Good girl.” With a possessive hand on the back of her neck, he moved her along.

There was a floor-to-ceiling chain-link fence around the center of the room, and they stopped at a gate. A short, stocky man dressed in leather pants came forward, nodded at Mark, and let them inside.

She followed Mark to a table where an array of leather gear was displayed. Just looking at the floggers and whips and paddles released something in her, something that made her nipples swell within the clamps and then turned that sting into lust.

Mark nodded toward a large X-shaped wooden cross, similar to the one she’d seen at the fetish party. “That’s a Saint Andrew’s cross. I want you to go over there, stand facing the cross, and wait for me.”

Nodding, she went to that part of the room. This close, the cross seemed huge, overbearing. But the endorphins had been released, and she felt juice from her pussy on the inside of her thighs.

They were the only ones in the chained-off area, but she felt eyes on her. Knowing she was being watched only turned her on more. When Mark came to her holding four sets of leather cuffs, she shook her hair back off her face as if she was proud.

Maybe she was. Maybe, just tonight, she could be proud that he’d chosen her. She felt young, beautiful, as he spread her feet wide and encircled both her ankles with the thick leather cuffs. He secured the cuffs to the O-rings bolted on the cross near her feet, then did the same with each of her arms. Soon she was spread wide, revealed, for all the world to see. Once again, open.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Mark grinning at her. “You’ll do. Now look forward.”

She did, and it was then that she felt the leather on her back. The strands of a soft leather flogger, dragging over her back, soothing her. The tautness in her shoulders started to subside, and she hung her head as he continued to caress her, draining any remnant of nervousness out of her body.

He increased the pressure, the light strokes becoming harder, more forceful. But she was beyond feeling any pain. All she felt was pleasure, pure and hot. And when the strands of the flogger hit her with a loud smack she cried out. It stung, but in the best way possible.

He came around once and took her chin in his hand, kissed her lips.

“You’re smiling,” he said, and she nodded. She was too high to speak.

Tenderness flashed in his eyes as he held her gaze, and it seemed there was no one in the room but them. But then he was gone, and she felt the strands of the flogger again, landing on her everywhere: her shoulder blades, the middle of her upper back, her thighs, her ass. The inside of her legs. She was spread so wide he could whip her there, and she felt the wind of the flogger on her damp sex.

Yes,
she thought, leaning into the restraints.
Hit me there, touch me there, please…

He pressed against her back, his body hard and hot against her naked flesh. She felt his breath on her neck when he pulled her hair aside. “Everyone in this place is watching you. Everyone is watching the way I turn you on, the way you squirm under my touch. Does it make you wet? To be watched?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

His hand came around her and spanned her belly. If her feet weren’t bound, she would have clamped her thighs shut to ease the ache within.

But he moved his hand, lower and lower… was he really going to touch her here? In public?

He was.

She gasped when she felt his thumb on her clit, rubbing her in tight circles, making her so wet, so needy, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“It’s okay, I want to hear you. Everyone wants to hear you.” His thumb still on her clit, he slid across her pussy with the rest of his hand. Opening her up, pushing into her. Fingering her right there, in front of a crowd.

Her back burned lusciously from the flogging he’d given her, and her nipples stung in the clamps. Her body was trembling everywhere from lust. “Mark… Oh, God! It’s so good,” she cried, her voice husky.

“I know, sweetheart.” With his free hand he reached around and gave the chain hanging between her breasts a sharp tug.