Fearful Cravings (5 page)

He reached for the glass of wine she'd barely touched and put it on the coffee table out of the way. He slid a hand into her hair right at the base of her skull, pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips brushed lightly. Chloe's heart was racing, threatening to burst out of her chest. She melted into him. The kiss deepened.

She was unsure how much time had passed during the kiss. He pulled away from her and she resurfaced with a plaintive moan. She wanted more. Why had he stopped?

His hand tightened in her hair painfully so she gasped. He gave her that crooked grin. Each one had a different meaning and the time she'd spent with him recently had given her a chance to see most of them. The arrogant grin, the teasing grin and the one that was meant to reassure. This one she hadn't seen before. It looked predatory and wicked.

He pulled her up from the sofa and down a small, shadowed hallway. She had the quick impression of the same masculine color scheme in the other rooms they passed, but it was a blur as he propelled her down the hallway. At the last door on the right, he stopped at the threshold. Her floor pattern was the same so she knew that this used to be two rooms. A previous tenant must have knocked down the walls to make a large bedroom instead of two smaller rooms like her apartment had.

He tugged her by the hand into the open doorway. She stopped, refusing to be pulled any further into the room while she eyed the space. A large bed dominated the left side of the room, but that didn't concern her. The other items in the room held her attention.

At the foot of the four poster bed, straps of leather dangled. At the end of each strap was a circlet of leather with rings and a padlock. Chloe's gaze traveled from there to the wall directly across from the door. Jutting out from the wall was a wood and glass cabinet that spanned from floor to ceiling. The cabinet was open to display whips, floggers and canes.

Chloe could feel her eyes widen, and she was slack-jawed. She couldn't seem to help herself. Closest to her, on the right wall was a hammock. The more she looked though, the more she realized it was unlike any hammock she'd ever seen. It had stirrups and large circular rings attached at each of the four posts. 

He laughed softly and lightly tugged her hand. “You have your safe word, Chloe. Relax. It's not a torture room for me to extract information from you. It's a room filled with things that will wring pleasure from you.”

He grabbed her by the back of her head and devoured her mouth again. The kiss made her breathless and left her mind swirling. When she reached for him, he brushed her hands away. “Hands at your side, Chloe.”

She bristled at the command, but kept her hands down. She'd follow along for now. Underneath her confusion and fear was arousal, desire and a healthy dose of curiosity. She wanted to know what it was about this man who would make a woman crawl on the floor after him. She already knew he was attractive and charismatic, but there had to be more.

He slid his fingers into her hair, angled her neck and began nipping and kissing the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and purred softly. The hook holding up the halter of her dress was unhooked. The front of her dress slithered softly down over her breasts. Instead of letting the dress fall, exposing her breasts, he gathered the fabric in his hands and caressed her nipples through it, teasing her. She arched her back as a slightly frustrated moan escaped.

He chuckled, the hot breath of him against her ear was giving her goosebumps. He whispered as he kneaded her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples, “Do you like that, Chloe? I can't wait to explore your body. Find out what makes you whimper. Explore the things that make you moan.”

He pinched her nipple and pulled, “Find out what makes you scream.”

She cried out. He answered her cries with a shaky moan. “God, Chloe. You're going to be a delight. I can tell all ready.”

He released her dress so it fluttered to the floor. With his hand still in her hair, he tightened his grip. She couldn't move her head without causing pain, but the pain wasn't unpleasant.

“Take off the thong, my pet.”

Her heart thrummed once in her chest at the endearment, and she exhaled a slow breath as she hooked fingers into the side of the thong and pushed it far enough down her thighs that it slipped to the floor on its own.

He was digging fingers deep into her breasts as he squeezed and hefted them in his hands experimenting with the weight of them. Chloe bit her lip to hold her sounds in. She didn't want to seem overly eager and reactive to his touch. At least not yet. He pinched her nipple once before sliding down her belly to her pussy. He didn't dive right in. He slid patient hands on the outside of her pussy, slowly caressing, teasing but not entering her.

Releasing his hold on her completely, he held her gaze and whispered. “Get on your knees.”

She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. She knew what he wanted. So far, she had felt completely out of her depth, unsure of herself and what he had planned for her, but this she knew.

She smiled up at him and reached for his belt buckle. Surprisingly, he gave her hands a light slap, pushing them away.

She yelped, “Hey. Why did you do that?”

His voice was firm. “I didn't give you permission to touch me.”

She felt a little foolish to have him slap her hands like that. He couldn't smack her then expect her to sit at his feet like a rag doll waiting for permission to touch him, she thought.

She started to rise, “This was a mistake--”

“Ready to quit, Chloe? We've only just gotten started, but clearly I made a mistake in leaving your hands free.”

As she rose to her feet, he pulled her by the arm over to the glass display cabinet. He snapped a leather cuff onto her wrist and buckled it closed. She started to protest. “You can't--”

He pulled out the other arm and attached a cuff to that wrist too. Over her objections, he began pulling her over to the hammock frame.

“What are you doing?”

“Quiet. Don't make me gag you.”

She snapped her mouth closed. Gag?

He laid her into the hammock's leather sling. The sling was in an elongated H shape that let her head and legs dangle free. It supported only her torso. The clip from the cuffs attached to the ring at the top of the frame hoisting her arms wide over the top of her head.

After attaching the cuffs to the top of the frame, immobilizing her arms, he moved around behind her head. She struggled, her cuffs clanging loudly against the side of the metal frame.

“Let me out of this. You can't tie me up like this.”

He unzipped his pants and slid them down his thighs.  As he folded them neatly, he said, “Oh, but I can. I just have. I like you more when you're not indignant. When you're quiet, a bit scared and unsure. This arrogant Chloe, the aggressive Chloe doesn't suit you at all.”

As he finished undressing, Chloe struggled against her bonds. Her brain was on overload. A swirling mixture of confusion, yet tinged with something inexplicable. She'd been willing to play, there had been a curiosity. Even now, over her protests, a certain part of her was breathless with anticipation. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. Anything that happened now was beyond her control. He could do anything to her. He could hurt her, abuse her, anything he wanted to do to her, yet she trusted that he wouldn't. She had no choice, but to take whatever he gave her. There was a certain freedom in that realization.

She didn't have time to further examine her feelings before Reece stepped in, pulled her head back and whispered, “Open your mouth. Open your mouth and let me feel your tongue on my cock.”

She shivered, stopped struggling and slowly opened her mouth. She couldn't help it. She wanted to taste him, to run her tongue along his skin and get her first taste of his cock.

Already hard, he slipped the wide, mushroom head past her full, wet lips. The same lips that had refused him only a moment ago was now eagerly accepting him. He played with her breasts, inched more of his flesh into her mouth. As she slipped her tongue along his shaft, he pinched her nipples hard. She moaned softly around him.

“That's good. I knew your mouth would be amazing. Suck my cock a bit harder now.”

He thrust into her mouth. The hammock was on chains that rattled and swung her body away when he thrust. Her momentum brought her swinging back, so his cock hit the back of her throat. Her stomach tightened as she gagged and her eyes watered.

He groaned, whispered. “That's it. You're okay.”

He pulled out of her mouth and caressed the side of her face.

She gasped for air and when her breathing calmed, he pushed into her mouth again. Blood was rushing to her head from hanging over the edge of the hammock. Tears flowed over her lids and ran across her forehead as he gagged her once more. He shoved hard into her throat. The angle was perfect for him to enter her throat, but it didn't stop her from gagging repeatedly.

Finally, he pulled out with a grunt. “You're going to make me come too soon. And I still haven't seen what else you have to offer me.”

As she struggled to get her breathing under control, he wandered over to the cabinet. He returned, brushed her tears away from her face and took a moment to stare intently at her face. His eyes were focused, filled with hunger and lust, but with a gentleness and concern she found touching even now under these circumstances. He nodded to himself and situated himself between her thighs.

He laid a small, black plug on her stomach. Chloe estimated it was about three inches long. Not long enough for her pussy. Next to the plug, he placed lube.

She shook her head quickly, emphatically. “No! No, no, no. You can't.”

He laughed softly as he caressed her pussy lips. He slipped one finger inside her. The touch jolted her, and without looking, he displayed his finger. She could see it glistening.

“You know that I can. Stop fighting so hard. You're enjoying this. Look at how wet you are already. Your body knows what it likes, even if your brain is taking a while to catch up.”

He returned the wet finger to her pussy, slipping into her folds with agonizing slowness. She couldn't deny that she was soaked, or how good his finger felt inside her. He pressed his thumb on the side of her clit. Using indirect pressure, he rubbed around her clit in a circle that left her gasping for air. She could feel the liquid heat building inside her. Her body trembled.

His gaze was intense. She felt pinned by it. It was intense, watchful, assessing. She'd never had someone concerned with her arousal or so intent on her body while it was brought to orgasm. Most of the men she'd dated recently were passive about her pleasure. Reece was definitely not.

She closed her eyes. His gaze was too intense. She felt unnerved by it.

Unexpectedly, he removed his fingers. Her eyes flew open to find him nodding at her.

He shoved two fingers back into her soaking wet pussy, “Don't look away from me. Keep your eyes on mine while I fuck you whether it's with my fingers, a toy or my cock, you are to keep your eyes always on mine. Do you understand?”

She bit her lip. How could she answer that? It was impossible to stare at him, she thought. It was too powerful, too heated and intimate to stare into his eyes. 

Once again he pulled out of her pussy, “Answer me. Do you understand?”

She whispered, “I don't think I can. It's so--”

“Intimate?”

She blew out a breath, “Yes. Intimate and intense. I'm not sure I can stare at you while you're touching me like that.”

“Oh, you can. And you will. You'll stare into my eyes, and later you'll beg me to fuck you. You'll do lots of things tonight that you wouldn't have considered possible.”

He removed the lube from where it rested on her stomach and she felt a cold squirt on her ass. She cringed and whispered, “Please. Don't. I've never--”

“We'll start slow with this small plug until you grow accustomed to it.”

She bit her lip, nodding.

He slid the plug around the edge of her hole. Her body tightened instinctively. He whispered, “Relax. Relax your body, or it'll hurt more.”

Reece slid a finger around her clit and murmured assurances to her. The combination of her arousal and his adept finger soon began to arouse her and relax her tightened muscles.

As he pushed the plug into her ass, her eyes widened and her breathing became heavy and panicked. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before. There was a twinge of pain, a lot of pressure. The full feeling took her breath. A feeling of naughtiness accompanied the nerve endings being stimulated in her ass. She wondered why she had never done this before. Fear maybe. Nobody to push past her initial resistance. She was panting, moaning and trembling. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back. A stinging slap to her ass caused her to scream and brought her upright.

“Do not close your eyes.”

Before she could respond, the anger on the tip of her tongue about to be unleashed, he slammed the dildo home deep into her ass. She let out a surprised cry.

“That hurt. Why--”

“You're not very good at following directions, but we'll fix that. Have you ever been spanked, girl?”

She shivered. She couldn't help herself. The name got to her for some reason. Her whole being, mind and body was centered on the plug in her ass. When she shivered, her movements caused it to shift inside her. She couldn't get past it. Her eyes closed.

“No, Reece. I never have, b-but...you can't be serious.”

“I'm very serious. Since this will be your first spanking, I'll be restraining you so that you can't stop me. You look like a struggler, which is fine. I like strugglers, but we can't have you covering your ass or stopping the spanking. And from now on, you'll call me Master.”