Restrained and Willing (22 page)

Sighing, he rolled his precious bundle over and into his
arms, stood and moved to the large brown leather sectional in the center of the
room.

With one of those little kittenish sounds she made, she
rolled and snuggled against his chest.

She felt so incredibly right in his arms, his knees almost
buckled. “What am I going to do with you, my sweet brat?” He dipped his head,
pressed his lips against her damp hair. “I have a really uncomfortable feeling
letting you go isn’t going to be an option,” he mumbled, secure in the
knowledge she couldn’t hear him. He wasn’t ready to delve too deeply into his
vacillating feelings and he sure as hell wasn’t ready to reveal them to her.
Not until he figured out exactly what it was he felt for her.

Getting comfortable, he snatched one of the matching beige
fleece blankets off the backrest, carefully tucked it around her body, leaned
his head back and waited.

With the realization they’d changed locations and were now
on the leather sectional Heather eased back into awareness with an
irrepressible shiver. The direct result of the butterfly-wing sensations
rolling down her spine to veer off and spread delectable warmth over the cheeks
of her bare ass. The man sure did have the most amazing mouth. Full, commanding
lips capable of hard, unrestrained possession one minute, unbelievable
gentleness the next.

“Mmmm. I’ll give you two hours to stop that,” she murmured.

“Welcome back.” He added a moist tongue into the mix. The
leisurely strokes over the base of her spine were all too reminiscent of the
way he worked his tongue over and around the swollen lips of her pussy. Talk
about a pro when it came to cunnilingus.

She tensed against another telltale shiver, was unsuccessful
in suppressing it.

Not even the mild amusement in his voice induced her to
raise her lazy eyelids and risk him stopping what he was doing. The man was
certainly tuned in to what brought a woman pleasure.

“I didn’t take you for a fainter.”

She held back an unladylike snort.
That makes two of us.

“Might’ve been nice to get a heads-up.”

Difficult to do since she’d never fainted before. She’d
always thought she’d had a fairly decent enough sex life. Talk about being
pitifully mistaken. A fact she wasn’t about to reveal, since the man’s ego
didn’t need any boosting.

“Keep it up and I’ll have to lay in a supply of smelling
salts.” He lightly nipped her right butt cheek.

She let out a halfhearted squeak as the carefully applied
pressure of his teeth only served to add another layer of gratifying
contentment.

“Or come up with more self-indulgent, inventive ways to
revive you.”

Her bubble of contentment burst when he firmly spread her
cheeks apart and flat-tongued his way through the exposed valley, executed a
sensuous glide over the sensitive ring of nerves and then sank two fingers deep
into her well-greased anus.

She had a moment to realize he’d most likely removed the
butt plug when she’d been passed out and greased her up before he started
pumping. “Pierce, wait. No—”

“Am I hurting you?”

Hurting?
She shook her head. “No.”

“Then no more talking, unless you’re trolling for another
ass beating.”

She shook her head, since she hadn’t fully recovered from
the first.

“Didn’t think so.” He rotated his fingers and firmly swirled
against her swollen tissues.

She gasped. Her stunned objection dragged back down her
throat by a silent gulp as his talented digits took up an erotic stroking
cadence. Light. Shallow. In. Out. In. A deep slow roll through her back channel
that awakened every tiny nuclei and electron centered between her legs.

“You have such a great ass. Lush. Round.” He firmly bit one
cheek and then the other.

She yelped. More surprise than pain. She blew little panting
breaths.

“The perfect cushion for my hips when I bury my cock deep
inside this sweet dark little hole.”

His gruff voice, the incredible wickedness of the licentious
threat, made her pussy juices well. She was turning into such a sex slut.
Worse, she couldn’t make herself care.

As he spoke, his determined fingers kept up a steady,
driving rhythm that began a slow build to pleasure, methodically working
against the self-righteous defenses she’d built.

It wasn’t until that nagging little moral wall finally
crumbled that she realized she’d been letting the general consensus that anal
sex, along with other sexual acts, wasn’t proper cloud her own opinions. But
how could anything that felt so incredibly good be wrong? Those moral prigs
didn’t know what they were missing out on.

He delved deeper, forcing free the moan she’d held back.
Damn, the man sure knew how to work her body. Coax her true emotions out of
hiding. Make her face the reality of what she really craved.

She wanted to have sex with Pierce in any way, shape or
form. Gentle. Rough. Everything in between. Let him use her body anyway he
wanted. Wanted him to take her pussy. Her ass. Her mouth. Give him pleasure.
Receive it in return. Experience every facet of erotic pain under his large
hands. Or whatever implement he chose to use. And she was damn well going to
let him know and gladly take whatever punishment he administered for speaking.
Not just take it…glory in it.

She closed her eyes and zeroed in on the avalanche of
feelings set off by his lengthy, bliss-provoking broad fingers and pushed back
into his drilling strokes. The additional pleasure she felt nearly stole the
breath from her lungs. “Yes. More. Please, Pierce. Open me. Prepare me to take
your cock. I want—”

He stilled.

“Nooo. Don’t stop.”

When he didn’t restart, she had an
Ah, Shit
moment.
Braced.

Instead of the sharp reprimand or hard crack across the ass
she expected, the wide pad of his thumb skimmed over the tip of her hard clit.

She groaned. In relief. In morphing pleasure.

“I’d like nothing more than to give you what you want.
Selfish bastard that I am, I want to ram balls-deep into this tight little
orifice. Open you wide.” For emphasis, he spread the fingers buried inside her.

She whimpered. Squirmed to ease the strain of additional
discomfort.

“Hear your unleashed screams of pleasure. But…”

She felt the comforting warmth of his breath next to her
ear. “As much as you think you’re ready, love, you’re not. And no matter how
much you test my restraint by begging, I won’t be rushed. Because when I do
claim this sweet virgin ass, there’ll be no doubt it’s ready for the rough ride
I intend to give it.”

“I—”

“Silence!”

The sharp, deeply growled demand sent a quiver of expectancy
skittering up her spine.

“And to eliminate any wondering on your part, I have no
intention of letting your disobedience slide. To be addressed once I have you
restrained and spread wide open on the cross. Utterly at my mercy.”

She felt an embarrassing trickle of fluid slip down her
thigh. Fuck. Guess she could add up-and-coming moderate pain slut to her list.
No way was she going to the dark side. None of that radical S&M shit. She
trusted Pierce not to force more pain than she could or was willing to take.

The rumble of his soft, appreciative laugh gained her full
attention, let her know he wasn’t oblivious to her additional wetness. How
could he be with his fingers well-seated in her ass and a bird’s-eye view of
her weeping private parts.

His fingers left her for a split second. She barely had time
to miss them when the tip of a butt plug pressed against her anus. She took a
breath, relaxed into the determined pressure and pushed back.

“That’s it, baby.” His free hand dropped between her legs
and worked a fingertip through her swollen outer folds, around her clit,
skimming, tapping the peak of her deprived clit, never staying long enough.

When he added a few too-light pinches to the mix, she almost
screamed for more. Caught back the demand just in time. Damn, how she hated not
being able to verbalize her needs.

“I know it’s hard for you not to talk,” he said as if
plucking the thoughts right from her overactive musings. “But you have to trust
I know what I’m doing.”

Trust? Hell, that wasn’t the issue. She had one hundred
percent faith in him. Too bad the rest of her body hadn’t seemed to have gotten
the message with its infernal, unrelenting clamoring to have its sexual needs
appeased ASAP. Damn frustrating as hell that the man knew exactly what she
wanted, needed, so desperately and still withheld it.
Sadistic jerk.

The next pinch to her clit, more forceful than the last, had
her yelping as her body struggled to absorb the piercing pleasure.

She resettled across his lap, stunned to realize the butt
plug was almost all the way in.

Sneaky devil. He
did
know exactly what he was doing.
Not that she ever doubted it. The man exceeded in his every sensual
undertaking.

He palmed her mound, squeezed gently. “Ready for the last
little bit?” The question was laced with persuasive reassurance.

“Yes.”

“You’re doing good, brat. Better than good.” He ran his
tongue up the base of her spine. “Allow your body to open up. Push back exactly
like you did before.”

She followed his edict. Greeted the pressure instead of
tensing.

A final swift push, a spark of pain.

She sucked in a gasp, pushed air out of her lungs, took
several deep steady breaths and forced herself to remain relaxed. Her efforts
were rewarded by a heated flow that settled into a slightly edgy aftermath.

“Perfect, doll.” His praise was followed by a firm squeeze
to her waist. “Let’s get you on your feet.”

With his assistance and steady hands supporting her, she
managed to get her wobbly legs under her. He continued to grip her waist until
she was steady. With light pressure, he turned her to face him and pulled her
between his legs.

He pressed his lips to her stomach.

Every muscle in her midsection trembled.

“So wonderfully sensitive.” He smiled up at her and with a
light touch, skimmed the perimeter of her bellybutton. “Spread your legs for
me.”

Stuffed full by the bigger butt plug, she did so
tentatively.

He curled his hand through her crotch so his fingertips
touched the butt plug and ran a gentle path from there back through her damp,
swollen labia, just short of her clit.

She let her head fall back and a soft moan eased past her
lips.

“I worked you pretty hard today. Would like to work you
harder. But I need to know if you can take more.”

His unexpected offer to allow her the choice brought her
head back up.

She was pretty sure her gaze was filled with surprise, but
his held only genuine concern.

“I’m f—”

“Think carefully before you answer, love. I want
honesty
.
Not misplaced false bravado. I know how stubborn you can be when trying to
prove you can do something and damn the consequences. As much as I want you at
my mercy right now, I don’t want to cause any undue pain. After all, we have
plenty of time in the days ahead to test that unyielding mettle of yours.”

Well, that kinda took the wind out of her sails. Could she
take more?

“Truth,” he reminded with a knowing look as he lightly
stroked her outer thighs.

His touch felt so good, she wanted to close her eyes and
immerse herself in the soothing sensation. “I can take more. Want to. But I
don’t think at the same intensity as the last session.”

Pierce slid his hand up the entire length of her body,
stopped at her underarms and stroked his thumbs over the outer curve of her
breasts. Her nipples pearled. He studied her eyes. They were clear and showed
nothing to suggest she’d given him anything but the truth that she could handle
more. He intended to make the next session a gentle one, but it would be hell
on him. Tied to the cross, susceptible to his slightest whim. But he was a Dom
first and her pleasure was ultimately his and vice versa. Pain with pleasure
was the ultimate goal. Not to put her out of commission for any length of time
because he couldn’t keep control over his raging need to claim her, brand her
sexually, in the way he truly wanted.

“Come here, brat.” He angled his head back, reached around
to place a firm hand on the back of her neck and guided her lips to his. He
took her mouth in a leisurely caress, running his tongue along the lax seam
several times before venturing inside her sweet, sweet mouth.

When he broke off after long drugging moments, neither one
of them was breathing too hard. Just a slight elevation in their breaths, feathering
against each other’s in the minuscule space he’d allowed.

“We’ll give it a try, but I want your promise that if
anything becomes too much, even the intensity of pleasure I intend to give you,
you’re to let me know immediately.”

A soft smile played across her lips. “Intense pleasure, huh?
You sure do make things hard on a girl.” She pulled back slightly and her eyes
dropped to the vicinity of his crotch. Specifically his rigid dick. She licked
her luscious lips, leaving behind a tempting shine. “As a matter of fact, I
think you’re the king of hard.”

He repositioned his hands to give her nipples a solid pinch.

“Ow.” She frowned at him and tried to lean away.

He gripped harder.

She gasped and immediately came forward.

“Sure you want to pull?”

Her eyes narrowed to deep-brown slits.

He gave her a warning look. “Glaring at your Dom? Not a good
thing. Now give me a proper answer.”

“Yes. I promise to let you know.”

“Much better.” He released his grip, appreciating the
elongated stiff peaks her nipples had become. “Now, get that sassy ass of yours
over to the cross.”