Carter's Cuffs (13 page)

Now that she was cuffed, Carter leaned back on his knees and studied her, from her fur-bound wrists to her pretty little toes. Like it or not, he
was
developing a light bondage fetish—she looked too hot this way—and it was all her fault.

Dropping his gaze to her pussy, his mouth watered. She was open and glistening for him, ready for all the dirty surprises he was about to give her. He planned to pull out some pretty serious stops here in hopes of finally making her understand that control could be vastly overrated. And now to let the games begin.

Stroking one thumb gently through the open pink folds between her thighs, he listened to her pretty sigh. “You have a beautiful little cunt, honey,” he said, his voice deep with the lust thrumming through his veins. “And I’m gonna make it even
more
beautiful.”

With that he reached over the far side of the bed, raising the tray he’d placed there up onto the mattress. It held shaving cream, a razor, a bowl of water, aloe gel, a small towel and a shaving mirror usually stuck on the wall in his shower. She gasped at the sight and it made his dick harder. This was why he’d put the white sheet under her—things were about to get a little messy.

She seemed barely able to speak. “You’re going to, going to…”

“Shave you,” he finished for her.

“But I…I…”

Maybe he was a bastard, but something in him enjoyed her fear just now. “You what?”

He liked that it took her a minute to figure out what she was afraid of. “What if you…cut me?”

He just shook his head. The truth was, he’d shaved a woman before. It had been one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced. And he knew he could be gentle enough not to hurt her. “You have to trust me here, baby. Because you have no other choice.”

He knew it was a harsh thing to say, but tonight was going to
be
harsh. A harsh sort of pleasure designed to break through her irrational fears. Maybe it was a gamble, but hey, this was Vegas. He’d decided it was a risk worth taking.

She didn’t answer—but she also didn’t close her legs, still lying before him on the bed, thighs spread wide, those slender arms stretched to the headboard above her.

And she didn’t flinch when he began to smooth the fluffy white shaving cream onto her dark, curling pubic hair—even if he
did
feel her muscles tighten a little. With fear? Or arousal? He hoped it was a good dose of both.

He took his time, covering her thoroughly, enjoying the feel of her mound beneath his fingertips and thinking of the soft skin he was about to reveal. He’d chosen a disposable ladies’ razor during his trip to the drug store, and now held it up for her to see. “Pink,” he said, teasing just a little. Only a hint of a smile crossed her face before she looked tense again.

“Hold still now,” he warned as he took the first gentle stroke over her pussy.

She sighed in response, and his chest went tight as the first tuft of hair came away, revealing the smooth white skin underneath.

Dipping the razor in the water to rinse it, he returning for another smooth, soft swipe over her most sensitive area. The move drew another sigh from her, and her body relaxed a little. He kept his eyes on his task and continued working, stroke after stroke, unveiling her cunt a little more with each. And soon, just as he’d known it would, her sighs came deeper, and her expression softened into more arousal than fear.

He shaved her completely, leaving not even a strip of hair above her slit. When he’d said he wanted her completely naked, he’d meant it. By the time he was done, his arms and hands felt weighted, tingly—from careful movements and an excitement that had built more with each swipe the razor had made.

Dropping it in the dish of water at his side, he took the towel to wipe away the remnants of white shaving cream still streaking her flesh. She shivered as he did it, and—oh God—when the towel dropped away, she was fucking beautiful. Truly bared for him now.

Pulling in his breath, and trying not to come in his pants at the mere sight of her naked feminine flesh, he next reached for the aloe, squirting some on his fingertips, then sensually rubbing it in, all over her pretty cunt, until her smooth skin glistened with it.

Her voice came shaky as she tried to look down at herself. “Are you done?”

He nodded.

“Can I…look?”

He’d almost forgotten, but loved her request and reached over to grab up his shaving mirror with the little suction cups on back. He held it between her still-spread legs, angling it slightly upward. “Can you see it?”

She nodded, then visibly swallowed. Said nothing, but looked as impassioned as he felt. “Why did you do it?” she finally asked, sounded perplexed.

He cast a wicked grin. “The better to see you. The better to eat you. The better to fuck you.”

She sucked in her breath. “Oh.”

And now that he had seen her, he decided it was time to eat her.

Setting mirror and tray aside on the floor, Carter bent between her legs, still studying the freshly revealed flesh there, and used his hands to part it wider. So hot and pink and wet, her scent a mixture of shaving cream and the salty-sweet smell of her own wetness. Dragging his tongue up her deep, moist slit now was like a journey through a slick, smooth valley, nothing to get in his way. So he licked her from the very bottom of her pussy all the way to the swollen pink nub at the top, again, again, listening to her hot sighs evolve into high, breathy moans.

He stroked his fingers over the denuded skin at each side of her cunt, loving the soft feel of it, and through it all, he gazed up over her mound, through the beautiful swells of her breasts and into her eyes. She looked lost in passion now, just how he wanted her. Just how he needed her. Because she was going to have to surrender a lot more than just her pubic curls before this night was over. And he was more determined than ever to make her see things his way.

He licked her vigorously, soon pushing two fingers up inside her, into the swallowing warmth of her passage. “Oh!” she said when they entered her, and he wanted more now, more than her gentle responses—he wanted to
make
her feel him, get her good and ready for the various forms of fucking to come.

So he drove his fingers hard and deep, as deep as he could plunge them into her, and he licked her hard. It got him hot to take those long languid trips through her pink valley, to feel her wetness all around his mouth, to sense her pussy trying to swallow him, wrap around him—but he soon rose to concentrate on her clit, because he wanted to make her come now.

He took it between his teeth, biting lightly and making her cry out. Then he swirled his tongue around it, listening to her pant and moan and struggle against her cuffs. Finally, he locked his mouth onto that hungry little knob of flesh and sucked, sucked, the same way he would her nipple. And the thought urged him to reach up with his free hand to tweak one hard little bead, pinching just lightly as he pushed her harder toward climax.

Her low moans and eager thrusts at his mouth told him it was near, and a tremendous cry left her as the orgasm broke. He kept sucking her clit, riding it out with her, her whole body undulating as she came. He only let loose with his mouth when she went limp beneath him, her breath coming like someone who’d just run a great distance.

He kissed her right above her slit and peered up at her beautifully flushed face. “I love to make you come.”

She seemed capable only of nodding, but looked well-pleasured, making him smile. Lazily caressing her hips, thighs, tummy, he let her recover, eyes shut.

But soon she opened them again and spoke softly. “What now?”

Now
, he thought, things were gonna get really good and dirty.

Now
he was gonna take her places she’d never been. This was the point of no return.

But he didn’t tell her that. In fact, he didn’t answer at all. Instead, he reached back over the side of the bed and drew out…what looked like some kind of strange whip.

Erin gasped, jerking her handcuffs against the wrought iron. “What the hell is
that
?” Still recovering from an orgasm that had blasted through her like a rocket, she could scarcely believe Carter had actually shaved her cunt—and now
this
? Some kind of medieval-looking cat-o’-nine-tails thing? It was made of black leather, with a long, thick, rounded handle that led to loose-hanging leather strips reminiscent of a horse’s tail.

“It’s called a flogger, honey.”

She swallowed, strange dread rolling through her. “Are you…going to beat me with it?”

Much to her confusion, Carter laughed. “No, baby,” he said, a kind look taking over his dark features. “I would never hurt you. Not
really
hurt you.”

“What does
that
mean?”

His face went more serious again. “Sometimes a little pain can produce a lot of pleasure. But I would never hurt you, Erin, I promise.”

Uh-huh. On one hand, she was relieved, but on the other, it was hard to believe him while he sat there holding that thing. “Then…what are you going to do with it?”

“Just this,” he said, then extended the tail end of the flogger out over her body, lowering it so the strips of leather came to rest at her breastbone. He dragged the tool gently downward, between her breasts, over her stomach, and she shuddered at the shivery pleasure it produced, like being tickled with great, heavy feathers.

“And maybe this,” he added, then brushed the leather stripping over her clit. This time, the effect was so strong that she gasped, the sensation bursting sweetly through her.

“Maybe other things, too,” he went on, his voice dropping an octave, “but I’ll make you like them.” He set the flogger aside on the bed and said, “Now tell me what you want, honey.” And as if there was any doubt, he glanced down toward the prominent bulge in his jeans.

Everything inside her thickened at the demand—despite her orgasm, despite her worries over the flogger, she remained completely turned on, because she’d been waiting for this so long now. “Your cock,” she said. “I want your cock.”

Masculine pleasure passed through his green gaze as he finally reached down to yank the t-shirt over his head. She loved the sight of his muscular chest, but was still waiting, watching, as he stood up, unzipped, and let his jeans fall to his ankles. He pushed his briefs down, too, and
finally
that perfect male specimen came into view, stretching up past his navel, solid and ready for her.

Without meaning to, she licked her upper lip, then lifted her eyes to find Carter watching her. “Glad you’re still hungry,” he told her, and her chest tightened.

Climbing back onto the bed, Carter lifted one knee over her chest, and she remembered straddling
him
the same way during their Caesars Palace liaison. And to have his majestic shaft hovering directly above her now was intimidating as hell—because she was chained up, and he was going to push it into her mouth, going to
fuck
her mouth, and she’d have no choice in the matter, no way to back off if it was too much. But, despite herself, she also
wanted
it. She hungered, not only to suck his cock, but to let herself go to that darker place, to know what it felt like to give up
that
much control.

First, though, Carter angled his body so that his erection pressed directly to her chest, between her breasts, then he used both hands to push the mounds up around it. “Oh…” she sighed, shocked by the raw pleasure. Melanie had wrapped Erin’s breasts around him, too, but she’d already forgotten the indescribable delight of having something so hard against a part of her that was so soft.

As he fucked her that way, his gaze shifted from her breasts to her eyes and back. He made longer, deeper strokes until the tip of his cock came close to her mouth with each drive, until he said, “Open up, honey.”

She did, letting the head of his shaft enter her parted lips.

Oh God, yes, he felt so good there, and she welcomed it each time, sucking the head, then letting it back out. Carter dragged the wet tip down between her breasts with those long, smooth moves to moisten her there and make his passage easier, slicker, like gliding into her mouth or her pussy.

Finally, though, he eased his way farther up her body, his knees balanced astride her arms where they stretched over her head, and he slid his length full into Erin’s mouth.

He didn’t go too far, expect too much, just pushed in halfway, then drew back out, again, again.

Erin had never felt dirtier—in a thrilling way. To have let a man chain her up. To let him put her beneath him and fuck her mouth. Her lifelong instincts, of course, urged her to scream out, protest, somehow break free. But her body, and the lusty woman at her core, discovered she loved being at his mercy, loved having to surrender her control, loved being like a sex slave to him. She couldn’t understand why—she only knew she’d never felt as wholly like a sexual being as she did in this moment, by letting herself go, letting herself explore these new sexual waters with a man who, like it or not, she cared for.

He moved his shaft in and out of her mouth for a long while, until her lips were stretched, sore, and tired. But their eyes met the whole time, and she could only imagine how she must look, and something about the power in that, the freedom to be that dirty, that obscene, inspired her to continue for as long as he wanted.