Shackled (7 page)

Their shower the night before had removed some of the makeup she’d worn. He didn’t think she needed any cosmetic enhancements, period. To him she’d always been the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. He knew that thought, spoken aloud, wouldn’t earn him a thank-you from the lady in question. He felt his lips twitch into a smile. Jonathan never could understand why that sort of earnest compliment made women cringe, but there it was. His smile slipped. Makeup
had
served a purpose for her, for it had hidden the shadows and circles beneath her eyes.

He meant to see she rested enough, from work and from worry, that those shadows would soon become a thing of the past.

When she stirred, when her eyes fluttered, he stepped into the room and set the cup of coffee he’d brought her down on the bedside table.

“Good morning, love. Do you still take your coffee with cream only?”

Bethany blinked, and Jonathan watched as she came awake, as she realized where she was and that she was completely naked.

He wanted to chuckle when her first reaction wasn’t to reach for the blankets to cover her body, but to reach up to her hair and try to tame it with her fingers.

“Oh, God. You look so beautiful first thing in the morning, and I look—”

Whether from memory or in response to the expression he knew she could see on his face, she stopped just shy of saying something disparaging about herself.

“Good girl,” Jonathan said. “Obviously, you remembered the paddling I gave you yesterday, and its cause. Of course, we both know you enjoyed the experience.” He couldn’t help but smile at her blush and the way she looked down for just a moment. “Still, I’m glad you realize that particular session was discipline, and understand the reason the discipline was administered.”

“My ass is still a bit tender.” A rueful expression crossed her face. “Your lesson is kind of hard to forget.”

“Poor Beth. Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“You did that last night, numerous times as I recall.” She turned her attention to the cup he’d put down. She picked it up, sipped, and closed her eyes. “Oh, that’s good. Thank you for bringing me coffee.” She opened her eyes again and gave him a tentative smile.

“You’re welcome.” Jonathan sat down on the bed beside her. He could almost see her itching to cover herself, now that she was fully awake. Bethany wasn’t as comfortable in her nudity in a sunlit bedroom as she had been in a moonlit one. When her gaze wandered down his chest to his cock, he simply sat and let her look her fill.

“So far, nothing’s been what I expected it to be.” Then, as if she realized that comment could have been taken more than one way, she slapped one hand over her mouth and tried to stifle her chuckle.

Jonathan laughed. “I know you weren’t thinking of the size of my cock when you said that, sweetheart.”

“No, I wasn’t. Although I have to say it certainly is the most impressive cock I’ve ever seen.” She smiled, and only a little bit of pink tinged her cheeks. “What I really meant was, I thought I knew what was going to happen when I knocked on the club’s door yesterday. Instead, I’ve been off balance ever since you opened the door to Jordan’s office and stepped through it.”

He knew the quiet admission cost her. A natural born sub she may be, but she’d spent her adult years conditioning herself to be in control, in charge, and to keep her defensive walls high. A sub couldn’t play at being in charge without those walls.

Her very survival, and that of her family, had depended on her stepping up to the plate and taking that control. He imagined that every day had chipped away at her soul, just a little more.

“Over the next few days, we’ll begin.” A thought occurred to him. He reached forward and lifted Beth’s chin with his hand.
Someday she’ll lose that habit of looking down
. A habit born, he knew, of poor self-esteem.

Once her gaze met his, he said, “This lifestyle that you’ve asked for is about more than just sex. You do know that, don’t you? It encompasses
everything
.”

“Yes. Yes, I do know that much.”

“And not much more.” There’d been just enough hesitation in her response to tell him that. Soon enough, Beth would understand just what it would mean to have him as her master. For now, he said, “Finish your coffee, sweetheart. I want you hot and wet with my hands all over you.”

Heat lit her eyes, and she looked at her mug for a moment and then set it down. “I’d rather have you than coffee.”

Jonathan got to his feet and offered her his hand. “Then come and have me.”

* * * *

“That feels
so
good.” The sigh escaped of its own volition. Bethany didn’t mind letting things slip. She didn’t feel the need to be on guard, watch every word she said, and that was a nice change. The truth was that this man, so familiar in some respects but a perfect stranger in others, seemed to know her thoughts and her heart, and claimed her body as if it had always been his for the taking.

His hands, big, broad, and soap-covered, stroked over her with absolute knowledge and ownership. This was what she’d been missing all her life, this sense of sexual possession, heightened arousal—not to mention the wonderful, exquisite orgasms.

It was impossible to worry about anything at all when her body felt either soaring arousal or full and satisfied satiation.

“Spread your legs. I want to do something.”

“Oh, yes, please.” She didn’t care what it was he wanted to do. Everything he’d done so far had felt beyond amazing. Bethany had already braced herself against the wall of the shower as Jonathan, behind her, had been intent on stroking and caressing every part of her as he bathed her.

The sound of Jonathan’s smug, masculine chuckle kissed her flesh, skittering across her breasts to pool like liquid honey in her pussy.

“This might not be what you’re expecting, sweetheart.”

She caught the amusement in his tone at the same instant she felt his finger brush across her anus. She gasped, the sound involuntary and automatic.

“I’ve got a small butt plug here that I’m going to insert. Hold still.”

His fingers left her only for a moment, returning in seconds. Again he stroked back and forth across her anus. This time the sensation felt different, chilled and slick, and Bethany realized he’d coated his fingers with lubricant. She felt pressure and shivered when one finger pushed against her tight back entrance, breaching it.

“Oh, my God.” A stronger shiver seized her, sizzling down her nerve endings, sending her arousal soaring. The sensation of his finger entering her ass felt incredibly erotic. Her arousal had spiked hard and fast, and she knew she was on the very verge of an orgasm.

“Don’t come.”

Don’t come?
“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Not kidding. Do
not
come.”

Bethany closed her eyes against the base pleasure his finger, moving in and out of her ass, brought. How in the name of all that was holy did one manage not to come under such marvelous, exquisite stimulation? Tiny mews of frustration escaped her throat as she fought for control, as she fought to hold the climax off.

“Just another moment, baby. We’ll have to practice this so you can develop mastery of your body. So that you learn only to come when I give you permission.”

Only another moment? No, oh no, she wanted this sensation to go on and on. Forcing herself to endure without coming seemed to intensify her arousal as nothing ever had. Every time up until this moment, horniness seemed to surround and emanate from her clit.
This
horniness seemed to stretch from her clit to her ass and every point in between, reaching deep down into the very sanctuary of her womb.

Bethany inhaled sharply when Jonathan withdrew his finger from her. Before she could blink, she felt something else there, something softer, yet harder and a bit larger, than his finger had been.

He moved closer to her and smoothed his other hand around to her belly, then slid it down to brush back and forth against her slit.

“
Now
you can come.”

He stroked her clit, and her rapture exploded, wave after wave of ecstasy that defied control, ecstasy that seemed to live and breathe and grow so gigantic she thought the force of it might just be more than she could bear. Shivery, quivery, it made her shake with such intensity she was grateful Jonathan’s arms surrounded her.

In the midst of this mind-blowing, body-tingling orgasm, she felt the pressure against her anus and the butt plug slowly sliding into her.

“Ahh…” The words tapered off because Bethany had no breath left to finish forming them. Every part of her, mind and body and soul, became consumed with her climax. Finally, the spasms eased, leaving her completely spent. She let herself sag against Jonathan’s arms, confident his strength would hold her.

“You really liked that.” He sounded pleased.

“Like is such a weak word.” She paused and focused for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe. “You must have known I’d enjoy what you just did to me. You seem to understand my body even better than I do.” She could feel the butt plug still inside her. Far from being an uncomfortable sensation, it seemed to keep the fire of her arousal from going out completely. She envisioned a pilot light on a furnace, small, flickering, waiting for the dial to be turned up.

“Actually, I wasn’t sure if you would like it. Some women don’t take to anal play. I’m delighted, of course, that you do. I have plans for you, sweetheart. And the first one is, I can hardly wait until I can fuck your ass.”

Bethany closed her eyes, enjoying the kisses he lavished against the back of her neck. “I’m beginning to suspect there’s nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.”

“Is that such a bad thing, darling?”

Bethany supposed that Jonathan was waiting for the obvious answer, and she very nearly gave it to him. Yet being with him like this, naked, sated, his arms supporting her as the shower continued to mist around them in the aftermath of such rapturous pleasure, called for her honesty. “Yes. It scares the hell out of me.” She thought he might tense, or show some sign of disapproval with her response.

Instead, he hugged her close then patted her bare ass.

“I know, my Beth. We’ll start working on that later. But right now, I’m going to fuck you.”

He didn’t bother to turn off the shower. He simply turned her around and kissed her.

His flavor had already become a necessary element to her, nectar both heavenly and addictive, and she opened her mouth and her arms to him as naturally as she took her next breath.

Jonathan’s kiss turned voracious, and all Bethany could do was surrender to it and to him. His lips left hers to nuzzle and taste her throat and then her breasts. He sucked each nipple into his mouth and then used his teeth to nibble lightly.

Jonathan raised his head and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me, Beth.”

Unable to deny him, she spread her legs to cradle his hips and felt his engorged cock rub against the folds of her pussy. When had he put on the condom? Before she could try to figure it out, he shifted slightly so that his cock rested against her slit. Then he brought his lips back to hers. At the same time his tongue plunged into her mouth, his cock plunged into her cunt.

Bethany felt full to bursting, the rapid fucking of his cock inside her hitting not only her cervix, but somehow seeming to nudge the end of the plug he’d so recently inserted. The same all-encompassing arousal that had flooded her when he’d finger-fucked her ass returned. As the mist continued to soak them, the shower enclosure echoed with the sounds of raw, animal sex. The slap of flesh on flesh, masculine grunts of hunger, of
taking
, and her feminine screams as she rode her climax blended into an opus, an ode to life.

“Yes!”
Jonathan surged into her and held himself deep inside her, his exclamation conveying more than just the single word.

Bethany could feel the convulsions of his ejaculation, the extra heat as his seed filled the tiny pouch at the end of the condom. That added heat gushing against the latex pressed against her cervix gave her another sudden, short, and totally unexpected orgasm.

The symphony of sex gave way to an étude of exhaustion with harsh breathing, the gentle drip of water on tile, and a sweeping lassitude. Bethany kept her eyes closed, confident Jonathan would continue to hold her and keep her safe.

Eventually, he eased back, gently lowering her so she could get her feet under her. Still, he kept his arms around her, and she knew he waited to make sure she could stand on her own.