Reluctant Surrender (37 page)

By the time he helped position her she was a jangle of nerves. She knew her naked bottom was facing the window and when he tapped her right cheek and told her to spread her legs wider she almost didn’t do it.

“Colin.” There was a warning in his voice. An edge she’d never heard before. It should have scared her, but it didn’t. Oddly enough it turned her on.

“Good girl. Now, let’s talk about how you can please me tonight aside from the obvious.” He picked up the dangling leash and brought it over her shoulder, moving her hair aside as he laid it flat down her back. “I think I’ve spoiled you. I’ve given you all kinds of pleasure when you haven’t worked for it. I want you to work for it, Colin. I want you to slave for it.” He bit the rounded cap of her shoulder hard, twice, and asked, “Are you ready to slave for it, Colin?”

She was and yet she didn’t want to say yes, because that would only compound the not saying “sir” issue. So when the word came out, she wanted to grab it back. “Sure.”

He chuckled and this time it really was the one she hated. The one that said,
keep it up, I dare you
. “You really are a brave girl, aren’t you?”

She braced herself, expecting to be spanked. If she were him, she’d spank her, so when a soft thrum sounded and the dildo was pressed against her clit without warning she jerked forward.

“Don’t move.”

At first she was glad not to. The delicious sensations hummed through her in vibrant waves of building excitement. A voice in her head chanted,
yes, yes, YES
! Her muscles tensed with pent-up expectation, causing her mouth to run dry until she gulped and swallowed. Rising up on her toes, biting her lip, panting, shaking—

What?

The breath rushed out of her and she dropped down to flat feet the second the thrum of the vibrator disappeared. The feeling was very much like watching a scary part in a movie that had built to an excruciating pinnacle and then having it turn out to be nothing but a big, fat letdown.

She nearly collapsed over the coffee table. If he hadn’t hooked an arm around her and hauled her up she would have.

“Ass in the air, Colin.” He lifted her and got her set. “That’s right. Now…”

It sounded as if he walked away from her, not that she cared. She was still suffering a loss and she wanted him to know it.

“Open your mouth.”

Momentarily surprised that he was right beside her again, she failed to do as he asked right away.

“Open.” He pinched her chin between his forefinger and thumb to get her to comply. “If you’re not going to utter the one word I want you to, I think you can suck on the BDSM version of soap in your mouth.” He pressed his lips to her ear and added, “Great idea, by the way. Feel free to share those creative thoughts with me anytime.”

No sooner did he say this than a thick finger of ginger was pushed into her mouth.

“Hold it there, Colin, and don’t spit it out.”

All she could think about was the kale. He’d said the same thing about that, but then the root in her mouth started to heat and small twinges started to warm as if they were going to break out any second into a blazing burn. Saliva pooled under her tongue, over it and all around the root and the need to swallow was huge, but she didn’t want to do that. The heat would fire her up going all the way down so she let the water build. He’d take it out any—

Her thoughts stopped moving in that direction and all her interest honed into another. Paying attention to his hand that was on her bottom. That one hand that caressed and soothed the skin there, as if he were apologizing ahead of time. She knew what he was going to do. She knew, but when he parted her cheeks and pressed the rounded blunt end against her opening she hoped she was wrong.

She hoped she’d fucking survive the spearing. Unlike the last time this ginger plug was bigger, broader and now that its sister was frying the ever living hell out of her tongue she knew what kind of burning agony this new one was going to cause her.

“Stop tensing. Breathe. That’s right. There’s just a little—”

She groaned.

“More.” He had hold of her hip with one hand and took up the leash with the other giving it a gently tug. “Relax, Colin. I’m going to hold your tether and wait right here. If you’re patient you’ll see the benefits of figging extend further than a mere spanking. Granted.” He buried a fist in her hair and pulled up. No doubt he was examining her. “I’ve never felt the need to silence a woman with it, the way I felt the need to silence you tonight. Why is that?”

He let her go and the next thing she knew little bursts of lights, like a disco ball twirling under a spotlight burst at certain intervals in her mind’s eye because he was biting her ass. Just as he’d done that one day, he was gentle one moment and borderline vicious the next. It was scary and thrilling. A scintillating ride she couldn’t turn down and by the time he was done, she was drenched. The proof of how much she was enjoying all this was surely glistening on her thighs.

Good God. Her tongue was numb. Hot. Tingly sort of and all she could think of was wrapping her lips around his cock. She nearly groaned out loud.
Wrapping her lips around his cock?
She should be screaming, spitting and fighting to get away from him and yet all she wanted to do was settle in and see what came next. It was as if there were two people inside her. The rational person who believed that “people don’t enjoy this kind of thing” and another wild child who said “you got this”. And when that familiar hum sounded and he pushed it against her for a direct hit she went crazy. She flexed and groaned and wailed and whimpered around the ginger in her mouth. She didn’t care what she looked like, she only wanted to end this torture.

“Whoa, Colin. Colin? Let go. Come on, open up.”

Vaguely she felt his fingers at her mouth as he worked to gently remove the ginger from between her teeth. Without realizing it, she must have bitten down on it.

“Damn, baby girl, you do like your suction.” He wiped her mouth off, making sure it was dry. When he was done he asked, “Do you have anything to say to me?”

“No.” When she realized he hadn’t heard her, she cleared her throat and as numb as her mouth was she had to force out, “No.”

“Impetuous.”

Crazy as it was, what with her mouth on fire and her ass burning as if someone had set up bonfires in it, that one word of his made her smile because he sounded proud of her and that made her happy…until the metal clinking together she’d heard earlier sounded and he pulled out the stingers and then all her happiness faded into one hot, hazy mess.

One moment she was floating in euphoric heaven, sure she was going to be allowed to come and the next the opportunity was snatched from her. Her inner muscles clenched, squeezed, convulsed, throbbed and ached until she couldn’t do it anymore. She was ready to give up. Ready to give in. Did he know?

“Stay still. I’m taking the ginger out.”

Once he turned back to her, she was alive with anticipation. Waiting for him. Wanting him. So when he moved in right behind her and slid his palms down her arms until his hands clasped hers, she wanted to melt and arch up into him. To hint and let him know she’d had a change of heart. But then he pressed his lower half against her and she groaned. He must have changed just before they’d started because his chinos were gone and in their place was butter-soft leather. The warm surface of which stuck to her sweat-moistened skin in heated places. Sliding over her while his hardened dick teased her ass, not once but twice and she wanted that powerful part of him. She wanted to lick, suck and consume his cock so bad she could almost taste it. She imagined how easy his hard flesh would slide into her burning mouth, down her numb throat and she quivered at the thought.

“Is there something you want to say to me, Colin? Something you want to ask?”

“Yes.”

He held her close. “Tell me.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

He squeezed her. “I think you can do better than that,” he said and let go of her. She was just going to panic when he added, “Let me get these on you and then you can show me how much better you can do.”

Once again he picked up the leash and moved it to hang over her shoulder. “There, now…” He brushed the back of his knuckles across one nipple until it hardened and tightened. “Your body is amazing. So responsive.” She didn’t even have time to suck in a breath when he put the nipple clamp on her, because he moved to her other breast and did the same. “Perfect.”

Unlike the last time when she needed a moment to get over the pain, this time it was as if her body was ready for it. Relishing it, because the pinch of pain was nothing compared to the desire she had to get down on her knees and suck his cock. To beg for it, if need be. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she was focused in on at the moment. Not the leftover burn from the ginger, not his bites and not the nipple clamps that were firmly attached. All she wanted was his cock.

“Please, Sir…”

Ethan didn’t catch her words. She’d whispered them so softly.

“Speak up.”

He was just admiring her ass and the line of her back as she remained dipped down over the table. He watched the slight sway of the chain that connected to the clamps and decided against pulling on them. Tracing a hand over her firm ass cheek so he wasn’t tempted to undo his leathers and plunge himself into her. God, she was drenched. Ready. And when she spoke he froze.

“Please, Sir, may I suck your cock until you come?”

Every muscle in his body tightened with unadulterated lust and when a drop of hot pre-cum seeped out, skating between his thigh and a wrinkle in his leathers, singeing both skins, he steeled himself and worked to remain calm. Even though every fiber in his being wanted to grab her up, push her down and fuck her brains out, he was steadfast. “Good girl, Colin. Ask me again.”

“Please, Sir, I want to suck your cock.”

He was sure he saw the telltale signs of her dampening even more. It caused another drop of hot fluid to skate down his inner thigh.
Fuck.
The last time he’d been this hard, near to bursting and almost out of control, was when he was too young to know what to do with it.

“Yes you may, Colin. Didn’t I say good girls get rewarded?”

He helped her up, but had barely gotten her turned around when she sank to her knees and frantically grabbed at him.

“Easy, baby girl.” He stepped out of her reach and smiled when she made a frustrated sound. “This is going to be good. Really good. Now,” he took up the leash and tugged, “come this way. That’s right, closer to the window. Very good. I love to see you naked and down on all fours. Crawling for me. Beautiful. The training collar suits you. It’s thick so it doesn’t get lost in that beautiful mane of yours.”

With a jerk of the leash he stopped. Colin took his cue and moved up into a straight kneel. When she reached for him, he said, “No. Hands behind your back. I’m going to feed it to you. Open.”

She did and for the life of him he had no idea how that tiny mouth of hers managed to swallow him whole. She deep-throated him so fast he was the one to hold her back as she attempted to rock forward and fully impale herself. The noises she made and how the vibrations rode over his brutally pulsing flesh coaxed a few more drops from him and when she tasted them she went into the zone, so deeply he didn’t order her to put her hands back behind her after she’d taken hold of him. Instead he sank his hands in her hair and massaged her scalp as she made love to him.

That’s what it was. He did nothing more than provide the toy, she was the one who played with it. She laved, sucked, licked and lavished. Eager and totally focused until he curled down over her and slid two fingers inside her blazing heat. Then she got frantic. Groaning and moaning, pushing him down deep against the straining muscles of her throat. Cradling him in that wet velvet, daring him to come, but he held off and as gently as he could, extracted himself from her.

“Colin.” He peeled her grip off him and pressed a condom in her palm. “Put this on me. You know how, and when you’re done I’m going to help you up and bring you back to the coffee table. I’m going to bend you over it again and this time I’m going to fuck you good and hard, would you like that?”

She nodded.

“I want you on this side this time,” he murmured. “The length of the table between you and the window. I want you facing the window so I can look out at the boat lights on the water as I move in and out of you.”

When she stumbled he caught her. “Down here. Palms flat and feet—”

She gasped because he didn’t even wait for her to get totally set before he pushed his cock right up inside her. Her glistening folds were too much of a tease and gliding in as easy as he did proved he wasn’t the only one taunted.

“Please…”

He sawed in and out of her, going in deep and pulling out shallow. Pumping and crushing.

“Please, Sir…”

Her voice was faint, breathy and hoarse, but for the use of that title she’d get her reward. Leaning over, he scooped up the vibrator. The little one he used for stimulation and not penetration. Turning it on, he pressed it right against her clit. Carefully pushing up the slick hood, he purposely tortured the delicate bundle of nerves right at the center.

“Oh God! Ah…”

She came immediately and the violent tremors her inner muscles suffered worked him over hard. Really hard, while her body twitched and jerked.

“Do you like being my good girl, Colin?”

“Yes…yes Sir, I do.”

For that she was rewarded again. Only this time when she came he had to hold her up because she almost collapsed. By the time he’d made her come two more times his leathers were soaked in her juices.

“Ass up, baby. Take me deep. That’s right. Push back. Fuck. Just like that. Faster. God, I love to watch you ride my rail. That’s—” He hissed in a breath and slammed right into her. The tightness and heat combined with her rapidly convulsing muscles milked him. Milked him hard. Until he was completely and utterly drained.

He held on to her for a few quiet moments while he let his breathing return to normal, then he pulled out of her. “Stay right here. Just like this.” He trailed a hand down her back and smiled when she squirmed. “I’ll just be a minute.”