Handcuffed by Her Hero (28 page)

“Okay.” She released it in a
tense whisper. But the cords of her neck loosened and the muscles beneath his
hand relaxed, as well. She sighed, her senses clearly starting to swim in the
vertigo he’d told her to expect.

“That’s good, subbie. Really
good. It’s important for you to learn processing. Just in case your Sir decides
to hit you with something else unexpected.”

He let his voice warm with humor
on the last part of that—just before he gathered his four main fingers and thrust
them into her vagina.

“Dear God!” she screamed.

No shit.

He ripped a page out of his own
book to breathe down the amazement from simply getting to finger her again.
Like that did any good. It was impossible to be cavalier about the magic of
touching her, of watching how she reacted to every cell of his skin against her,
inside her. She held nothing back, as generous in her submission to him as she
was in her friendship with him. He was rocketed to another galaxy. Humbled.
Awed. And so fucking turned on.

When he pressed his thumb into
the petals of her pussy, her passion blasted him beyond the galaxy. He floated
in a separate universe, lost to the force of her little mewls, her long sighs,
her cream-perfect body.

“Tell me.”

For a moment, he couldn’t believe
the words had tumbled from him. He’d never used them on any subbie beneath his
rule, because he didn’t need to. In his job, retaining details meant the
difference between surviving the mission or dying from a stupid mistake. It was
effortless to carry the talent with him into the dungeon. One look always told
him everything he needed to know about his sub’s state of mind and body.

But with Rayna, looking wasn’t
enough. He needed to hear the words in her mesmerizing alto, longed for the
connection back to her through those verbal threads.

“Tell me,” he repeated. “Give it
all to me, honey. Tell me how I make you feel.”

She let out another sexy-as-fuck
whine before answering. “Incredible. Unbelievable. It’s pain but pleasure.
Pissed off mixed with set free. Zeke, I never knew it could be like this. I
never knew it
was
like this.”

For a second, he stilled his
fingers. He guessed that was typical when the rest of one’s body couldn’t move,
either. Which was probably the case when the universe found its way in past the
emotional space suit and wrapped its brilliance around a guy’s soul. And made
him feel powerful as a star gone nova.

He couldn’t wait to take her
higher.

“Perfect,” he assured her. “Really
perfect. Thank you, subbie.”

With slow reluctance, he withdrew
his fingers from her. Though she didn’t say a word, her chest vibrated on a
quivering breath, as if she knew what was in store for her next.

“Breathe again for me.” He
directed it with the conviction that filled him from being totally connected to
her. The way she’d processed the pain from the clamps gave him another notch of
justification for picking up the flogger and making sure that the paddle was
nearby, too. “Here we go, honey.”

He watched her chest rise and
fall, the chain between the clamps dancing in the light as she obeyed his
instruction. Her whole body gleamed with a sheen of nervous perspiration. He trailed
the flogger falls over every stunning, golden curve from her collar bones to
her ankles, exulting in her tremors, soaking up every note of her anticipating,
anxious whimpers.

In the thousands of miles and
dozens of countries life had taken him to, he’d seen some breathtaking sights.

He couldn’t remember a single one
of them as he gazed at the bound, beautiful submissive before him now.

“Breathe.” He commanded it again
as he started circling the flogger over her thighs, warming up her skin with gentle
thwacks
of the leather.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Her eyes fell shut. Her muscles
coiled and retracted, processing the new sensations he gave her.

And her pussy glimmered with new
drops of aroused honey.

Z’s senses soared. “Your skin
blushes so perfectly for me, subbie.” He didn’t break the figure eight motion
of the flogger, allowing him to hit her thighs with equal impact. “Damn. So
pretty.”

Rayna didn’t reply with anything
but a tight sigh. That was okay. Her body spoke everything for her. Her quads
and derriere clenched from each impact, making it impossible for her pussy not
to be stimulated. With each constriction, the muscles in her sex got to be
better friends, turning her into a fusion of stings, stimulation, agony and
ecstasy.

Z kept up the pace. And steadily
increased the power behind each stroke.

After several minutes, Rayna’s husky
gasps turned into agonized cries. “Zeke!” she finally screamed. “Sir! I don’t
know how much more I can—”

“A lot,” Zeke interjected. Though
he tossed aside the flogger, he delivered a pair of sharp slaps to her inner
thighs. While he pressed her flesh to distribute the heat, he intently studied
her body and face. Rivulets of sweat trickled along her torso. Her carotid
thundered. But most telling was the soaked flower at her core. “You can take a
lot more, Ray-bird, and you will. For me. I’m not going to stop until your
thighs are as crimson as your sweet, hot cunt. And you’re going to love it.
You’re going to fly. And when you do, I’ll keep you tethered and safe with my
cock, buried deep and hot inside you.”

She audibly gulped. Then shakily
nodded. “Okay. Yes, Sir.”

He gave in to the craving to slap
her pussy again. His action enflamed the juicy tissues, making them red as a
juicy pomegranate. “Not good enough.” He growled.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Say it to me, Rayna. Give me the
words. Tell me you can take more. Tell me you want more.”

To encourage her, he slicked a
thumb into the center of her sweet fruit, aiming for the nub that would give
her the pleasure to counterbalance her pain.

“Ohhhh shit!” She bucked against
him like the kickback from an RPG. “Sir! That’s—oh God, that’s so—please don’t
stop!”

“The words,” he prompted. “What
do you want, honey? Tell me.”

“Yes. Ohhh, yes. I want more. I
can take more. Hurt me. Redden me. Give it all to me. Take me higher. Please!”

Higher. Dear fuck, yes.

His senses spun with the brain
bender on which she sent him. Never in his life had a submissive’s words shot
such power to him. Never in his life did he feel so euphoric, so wild, so free.

He needed to give it all back to
her.

It was the only goal in his mind
and body as he snatched up the paddle.

The dark rose flesh of both her
thighs called to him.

“Get comfy, honey.” It curled out
of him as dark, savoring smoke. “And for God sake, you’ll need to breathe.”

He was gentle about the first few
swats.

Then she moaned.

He kept himself in check during
the next three or four strokes.

Then she screamed.

What a perfect harmony it made to
the brutal smacks he released on her beautiful red skin.

After no more than a minute, her
shrieks turned into high gasps. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her head lolled to one
side.

With a growl of dark triumph, he
tossed aside the paddle.

“Yeah, subbie,” he crooned. “Take
a nice long flight in that cloud. You earned it.”

He stepped back between her legs,
lowering a hand to each thigh. With every inch of blushing flesh he rubbed, a blast
of possessive fire overcame him. The flames licked their way through his body,
sizzling every nerve, burning up every muscle…definitely not missing the length
at the center of his thighs. Even after clenching his jaw and swallowing hard,
the fire got worse. As a heavy drop of pre-cum discharged from his pulsing bulb,
he knew even going at his balls with vise grips wasn’t going to help this time.

He slid his hands back. The
globes of her ass fit perfectly in his grip. The lips of her sex teased
mercilessly at his dick.

“Christ,” he grated. “Ray-bird, I
don’t know how much longer—”

“Fuck me.”

Her whispered plea whipped his
stare to her face. She gazed at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her breaths coming
fast through parted, glistening lips. “Please fuck me, Sir. Now.”

With a feral growl, he was all too
ready to punch in her requisition.

She moaned. He shuddered. Her
vagina was a furnace, cranking up the heat in his cock by fifty degrees from
the first thrust. Still he dragged her body tighter and harder against him,
ramming her onto his erection over and over. When the pressure in his sac
tightened to an unbearable degree, he released her ass in order to lean over and
drive horizontally into her.

His gaze fixed into hers again.
She gave him a tentative, sweet smile. He returned one of gleeful, sadistic
intent. With a deft twist, he pulled on the chain connecting her nipple clamps.

“Shit!” she screamed. “Zeke, what
the—”

He silenced the rest of it with a
harsh smash of his mouth. He kept his lips sealed to hers while releasing one
clamp then the other. As blood rushed back into her breasts, another yell
exploded out of her and right into him.

It was the most arousing thing
he’d ever felt.

“Fuck, yes.” He snarled it
against her skin before soothing the pain in one nipple with the flat of his tongue.
As he tasted the other in the same way, the tip surged against his tongue. The
taste of her consumed his mouth. The heat of her surrounded his sex. The
pounding of her beautiful, submissive heart spoke to the deepest core of his
spirit.

“Sir,” she cried. “I can’t hold
it back. I…can’t…”

“Don’t you dare,” he ordered.
“Let it come, honey. Come for me, sweet subbie.”

“N-no. You, too. C-come with me.
Please?”

Her tight, broken words and her
shaking, drenched body spoke right to all the triggers in his. The burn in his
buttocks and the clench of his balls gave him the DEFCON warning about the
explosion about to decimate his cock.

“I can’t, honey.” He brushed the
hair off her forehead. She was so goddamn beautiful. He longed to stay buried
like this for hours more. “I’m in here bareback, and—”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s
not
okay. There’s no
way I’m pulling a pump and dump here, honey. If you think I’m the kind of guy
who—”

“Zeke, I haven’t had a period in
five months.”

“Huh?”

She actually rolled her eyes.
“Can we not go into it right now? Captivity. Stress. My body. Not a great
match, okay? They’re trying to fix it, but I haven’t taken those damn pills in
a week now, so—” As she quivered again beneath him, her head jackknifed back.
“Goddamnit, Zeke, I need to come! And I need your hard, huge cock inside me
when I do. Please…please!”

If the shock of her health
confession didn’t grab him, her deliberately dirty language sure as hell did.
He lowered his mouth to her tits again, this time to bite into them as he let
the blood surge his shaft, pushing at her wet, tight walls.

“You feel so fucking good.” He suckled
at her with hot greed. “Every inch of you is so perfect. So golden and
perfect.”

She sighed, trying to lift her
head and kiss him back. “You, too.” She squirmed with delectable frustration.
“Zeke—Sir—let me touch you, too. I need to get my hands on you.”

He gave her a wicked smile.
“Request denied, subbie. You took all the pain in bondage. Now you’ll take the
pleasure, too—just like you’re taking every inch of my dick in your sweet, hot cunt.”
He gave her a twisting kiss before settling himself fully against her spread,
slick body. “Now tell me you understand.”

Her eyes flashed with rebellious
fire but she replied, “I understand, Sir.”

“Tell me you want my cock to fuck
you deep.”

An adorable smile tugged at her
lips. “I do,” she whispered. “I want your cock to fuck me deep.”

“Tell me the pain was worth it.”

“The pain was perfect. Yes. Very
much worth it.”

He started rolling his hips with
each thrust. Primal triumph struck when he saw the effect it had on her.
Somewhere far beyond the room, he heard the growl of thunder and the patter of
rain. It was part of another world. His universe became the sighs from the back
of her throat. His solar system was now comprised of the pulses from deep in
her body. His world was now the magic of pleasuring her.

“Now tell me you’re coming for
me, bird.”

She shook her head. “Not unless
you’re with me.”

“I’m right here. I’m with you. My
cum is yours, Rayna. And your climax is mine.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes!”

“Now,” he bellowed. “
Now
!”

Her tunnel shuddered and exploded
around him. Zeke filled it with the blinding flood of his orgasm, his body torn
from its moorings, his mind robbed of its sanity. For a brilliant second, the
heaven to which he’d sent her was the same nirvana in which his senses danced.
It consumed him. Amazed him.