Restrained and Willing (19 page)

The rimming of his fingertip around her pussy lips and
opening made her jerk.

“I can’t get over how beautiful and inviting your pussy is.
Your juices flowing, your sweet pink opening gaping in accommodation for
whatever a man wants to fill it with. Although I feel more possessive of you
than I’ve felt for any other female I’ve been with, the sight is just too
spectacular not to share.”

He wanted to share her! It took all her effort to stifle the
automatic
No
that jumped from her throat and fortunately was caught
behind compressed lips. Okay, to be wholly honest, in some deep recess of her
kinky sensuality, the thought wasn’t totally abhorrent. A surprising revelation
too scary to broach now. An issue that would need a whole lot of soul-searching
and deliberation sometime down the road.

“I have a friend I think you’d like. With the well-earned
reputation of being a pussy connoisseur,” he said, trying to get past his
reluctance to share her. If he did allow her the experience, it would be his
longtime trusted buddy. The co-owner of Freedom Club.

She craned her head back and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right, brat.” With his free hand, he laid a hard
slap to her left ass cheek. “You heard right. Every man has a particular body
part he admires more than others. Gerard’s control central happens to be
located between a restrained woman’s spread thighs. Not to say he neglects any
other female part.”

Pierce slid the backs of two fingers through her moist puffy
labia and skimmed lightly over her clit. She mewled, closed her eyes and sank
to her elbows. “Up.” The stern reprimand was accentuated with a firm slap to
her thigh.

Eyes snapping open, she levered back up, the burn on her
thigh mellowing out to a bearable heat. “I didn’t give you permission to go to
your elbows. You can wiggle and squirm to your heart’s content. A change in
position is a breach of protocol.”

She knew what that meant. Another ding on her punishment
list.

He continued as if the incident hadn’t happened. “If there’s
one thing I’ve learned in the short time we’ve been together, it’s,” he swirled
his finger, knuckle-deep in her channel, “that you love this steaming pussy of
yours eaten. That’s the only reason I brought up the subject of sharing you.
I’ve seen the dude in action. Once his mouth latches on to a woman’s pussy, he
can make her come in seconds. And, should the female be strapped to a St.
Andrew’s, he can sometimes keep her coming until she resembles a rag doll.
Then, after a short respite, starts over. Think you could handle being
double-teamed?”

“I…I’m not sure. It’s not something I’ve ever thought about
doing.”
Liar!
She’d written a ménage scene in one of her diaries. Just
not the volume Pierce had found. “I’d have to think about it.”

“I’ll consider that answer a
Construction
and we’ll
discuss that and an audience scene at a future time.” He plunged his finger
deeper, added another and scissored, swirled, spreading her impossibly wide.

An audience? Could she? His fingers jammed deep. Ohhh, damn.
If he kept that up, she’d agree to anything. The husky, low description of his
friend and his talents, the underlying excitement in Pierce’s voice when he
spoke, coupled with her need to please him, already had her seriously
considering a threesome. As for an audience? Honestly, she’d written one of
those scenes also. Prompted by her discovering the memberships to Freedom Club.
An experiment? Or subconscious need. Bottom line…if she wanted a true power
exchange with Pierce, she needed to let go. Of preconceived hang-ups and
self-inhibiting taboos, youth-instilled morals, conscious and subconscious
fears. Be true to Pierce, herself and her body’s natural true cravings.
Immediately.

Tepid gel hit her ass cheeks, spilled down and slithered
through her crack to ooze through her already slick folds and zinged her
thoughts to a more immediate, important topic. Getting her ass prepped so she’d
be able to eventually accept Pierce’s cock.

She wanted that, to be filled by him in whatever way he
desired. Mouth…pussy…ass. All this time she thought she’d been ready, she’d
been holding a part of herself back. Time to stop pussyfooting around, grab
onto what she’d fantasized about with both fists. She took a deep
mind-cleansing breath with the intention of giving over to the unlimited
pleasure she’d been denying her body.

Something had changed. Subtle, though noticeable. It was
apparent in the unreserved presentation of Heather’s curvy body. A limber
readiness to accept whatever he gave. Slightly shocked the beginning to her
true
surrender happened so soon in their budding relationship, he wanted to jump for
joy and throw a celebration. He’d underestimated her. Why, he wasn’t sure,
she’d never been one to tiptoe into a new venture. Maybe he was projecting his
own tiptoeing. He’d thought he was treating her as he would any other woman,
but realized how erroneous that concept was. Maybe it was their prior history,
his ties to her family that presented the stumbling block.

Fuck that!
If she could completely let go, he could
do no less but respect her efforts and do the same. No matter he hadn’t even
realized he was doing it. She was unreservedly offering him her body
and
trust and he was damn well going to take it. Treat her like any other
submissive under his care. That she was in
no way
like any other female
was a pesky, recurring thought he’d have to come to terms with—eventually. When
his mind wasn’t filled with lust and he wasn’t being gifted with the
spread-open view of her gaping sex and tight sphincter all but begging to be
stuffed full.

He set a firm, lingering kiss on one ass cheek, paid similar
homage to its mate, and harvesting some of the slippery lube glistening on her
plump folds, he spread it over the light-brown patch between the perfectly
rounded, larger-than-a-handful mounds of her backside.

She swayed back.

He smiled. “No need to ask if you’re ready since I can tell
you are. Might as well save your breath, since you’ll be needing all the oxygen
you can get,” he said, while lazily slathering the gel over her exposed flesh,
coating, teasing, making sure not the tiniest patch of skin was overlooked. His
greased fingers made an unrestricted slide into her pussy.

A mixed moany, groany hum of desperation seeped through her
lips as she pressed back in an obvious bid for deeper penetration.

Damn, he’d love to record all the little sounds she made in
the euphoria of pleasure. Inarticulate expressions that revealed much more
honest feelings than words ever could. They ramped up his desire like nobody’s
business. They’d have to talk about recordings as well as pictures. Private
records he’d never share with anyone but her.

“Now you can go to your elbows.”

She sank down so quickly, he almost chuckled.

“This will give me better access and increased exposure.
Hide nothing. The way you’ll offer yourself to me in the future when I command
it of you. With or without the spreader bar. Although I do love the look. A
solid shiny reminder of your helplessness. The black leather restraints around
your slim ankles is a powerful turn-on.”

He cupped her ass and squeezed to communicate his approval
of her ready compliance to his command. Took time to appreciate how the longer
sections of her silky hair split over her soft, vulnerable neck and silently
brushed the floor. The thick mass, shades darker than her deep-mocha eyes, was
relatively dry at the moment, slated to be wet with sweat before too long. He’d
make damn sure of that.

The vivid vision of his intention to fist those thick damp
strands as he pumped his stiff dick into her mouth, over her tongue and nudged
the back of her throat before he secured her to the St. Andrew’s Cross only a
few feet away made his rod so hard it strained against his zipper. He enjoyed
the slightly uncomfortable pressure. A bit of self-torture he often indulged
in, as it served as an added restraint against his building desire. Until the
restriction became too much of a distraction, warred with his focus and he
ripped off the leather conforming to his lower body.

Needing to put a temporary damper on his growing hungers, he
opted to go straight to the butt plug and forgo slipping his finger into her
backside. There’d be time for that later, as he intended to play awhile, take
her to the brink a few times before seating the toy. Then he’d give his
throbbing dick some ease by pummeling her gaping pussy. Maybe even let her join
him in mutual relief.
Maybe.

He filled his hand with lubricant and palmed the toy, much
like the act of masturbation. A subconscious technique he usually performed in
front of a sub’s face, for visual stimulation. He’d do it with the vibrator he
planned to use on her later.

He circled the tight ring of nerve-filled muscle, loving the
way she wriggled beneath the light touch. She was ultrasensitive there. He made
a mental note as it would provide for some great sensual play. He slid the
stiff tip inside, refraining from giving her too much.

Her little noises of frustration, the way she swayed back,
expressed clearly her greediness for more.

He removed the plug all together.

“All in good time. No moving. Sounds only. Until I give you
permission to do otherwise.”

He could imagine the brewing frustration in her impatient
little mind. His brat needed to learn restraint. An important lesson he planned
to focus on tonight. He didn’t expect miracles, but by the end of this
exercise, she’d be headed down the right path. “Respond.”

She took an audible breath. “Understood, Pierce.”

“You know what the consequences are?”

“Yes, Pierce. Additional punishment.”

“Correct.” He ran a firm, soothing hand up along the warm,
tender flesh of her inner thigh. Deliberately avoiding her pussy and swerved up
and out to traverse her ample hip and firmly squeeze the left side of her butt.
Hand planted on the pale mound, he spread it to the side for better access to
his target.

He started from the beginning, a little light circling and
shallow dip inside. He paused a second to see how she reacted. She didn’t move,
although he could tell she was struggling by the slight strain in her back
muscles.

He dipped deeper. Gave her a fraction more. Blew a stream of
warm air down the center of her ass, down to her pussy.

A soft feminine whine followed and her vaginal muscles
contracted.

He made half-moon rotations with his finger until they
loosened. “That’s it, baby doll. Give yourself over to the feeling. Put all
your concentration here.” He patted the base of the toy. “Deep breaths.” He
twisted the plug, gently pumped, and with steady pressure, seated it farther.

When she exhaled several long breaths and he saw no tension
in the graceful line of her body, he went deeper. Another twist. Another steady
push and she was filled to the halfway point.

A low breathy squeal reached his ears.

“Too much?” He didn’t think that was the case, but didn’t
want to leave anything to chance.

“No. Don’t stop.”

The confirmation made him smile. The smile widened at her
not addressing him properly. Another swat to add to the list. Her ass would not
only be stretched and thoroughly plugged, but he’d get to see it in all its red
glory. The thought made his dick jerk and thicken.
Hold on, little buddy,
not long before you’ll be buried in that syrupy pussy right in front of you.
But first things first.

“No? Just, No?”

“No,
Pierce
, please don’t stop.”

He loved the way she pleaded, so prettily. He loved the way
she begged even more. Power spiked through his body. That he could reduce as
strong a female as Heather to this point was not a gift to be taken lightly. Or
abused. Her surrender should be treasured.

Yet another gift, at least to him, was the additional earned
swat she’d added to her list. The slight lowering of her shoulders told him she
knew it too.

What she didn’t know was the anticipated punishment would
not be one of withholding, but of pure, pain-filled pleasure resulting in an
orgasm like she’d never experienced before. Which was the main reason he
wouldn’t be dismissing so much as the tiniest mistake she made, either
physically or verbally.

Another slipup.
Heather wasn’t sure whether to regret
it or be happy about it. Sure, the spanking Pierce administered yesterday left
her with a sore butt, but it also left her unfilled and wanting. As if she was
missing something more than your everyday run-of-the-mill orgasm. If she just
had the courage to totally let go. Of course, she was pitted against Pierce’s
strong will to
not
let her cross over into that wondrous realm of
ecstasy, but if the opportunity arose, she sure as hell wasn’t about to make
the same mistake of holding back.

Distracted, she was caught off guard by a deep probe and
flash of biting pain as her internal muscles stretched and the plug raked over
bristling nerves.

“Ughhh.” She stiffened. Only to melt moments later. An
ummm
was the next sound to ride over her lips when the shot of pain scattered
through her body, mimicking tiny shotgun pellets, jarring awake the teeniest of
nerve endings.

She shivered.

“Perfect, love. Ride it out.” The command brushed near her
ear as the warmth of Pierce’s wide chest covered her back, causing another
rippling shiver.

He kissed her earlobe and his luscious body heat was gone.
Not that she was cold. Far from it.

When he began a rhythmic in-and-out penetration, she tried
to clear her mind, focus on the sex toy widening her anus, but her mind began
to wander. She wanted to talk so bad, she could taste it. Tell him how she
felt, talk about the uniqueness of what she was experiencing. He’d said he
could read her body language. Did he know it was screaming at him for more?
More pain. More pleasure. Since she was the novice and he was the expert, she
had to have faith he did know.