Trust (10 page)

“Hold on.” He raised his index finger at me and slid out of bed. Walking across the room he fumbled through one of the cabinets and came back with a couple black candles, a couple holders and a pack of matches.

A laugh erupted from me.

“They’re meant for wax play, but in a pinch.”
He gave me a shrug and a wink. Lance set them up on top of the cabinet containing extra clothing and costumes and lit them. A wide smile emerged on my lips wondering what he’d come up with if I asked for romantic music. Something told me that he’d do whatever it took to fulfill my request.

“They’re beautiful.”
Standing at the side of the bed, staring down at me illuminated by the candlelight he looked even more beautiful than he had before, the light reflecting off the hard lines of muscle on his bare chest.

“Good.” He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans pushing them, along with
his underwear, down over his hips and kicked them to the side. His cock was already rock solid, prepared to claim me. My breath hitched as I stared at it.   

A cocky grin spread across hi
s lips as he took notice of my look of awe. Sliding into bed he leaned into me, brushing his lips along the side of my neck sending a shiver through me. His fingers trailed down my side, to the curve of my hips and then slipping to my bottom.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you Gwen
,” he murmured, his lips nipping at my collarbone and dipping lower to capture my first nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled the nipple sending little jolts of need through me as my nipple pebbled into a tight nub.

I moaned softly, closing my eyes and putting all my focus on just feeling. He repositioned himself between my legs and did the same with my second nipple nipping lightly a
nd sucking until I was bucking under him, my pussy demanding him.

As he moved over me his dick slid back and forth along my slit. Such a tease. Wrapping my arms around his back I slipped my legs around his waist and attempted to pull him tight to me.

“Not yet sweetheart,” he said, his voice heavy with need and restrained desire.

A soft smile spread across my lips as I open
ed my eyes and watched him slide down my body, placing a string of kisses down my stomach to the top of my mound. He lifted his gaze and as our eyes met the look of desire in his eyes sent a shiver through me and the pulsing between my legs intensified.

“So never?” He placed a kiss on my mound as he slipped two fing
ers along the length of my slit.

My cheeks grew warm again as I shook my head.
The man between my legs was sex on two legs and I felt so damned inexperienced around him. “Never.” My fingers dug into his shoulders as he placed a kiss on my mound a little lower. I could feel the warmth of his breath teasing my opening as he spread my pussy lips wide.

Breaking eye contact, he dipped his head and ran his tongue along the length of my slit. His tongue felt divine, so foreign and
ohmygod
so damned good! He did it again and thrust a couple of fingers into me, and my body trembled becoming greedy wanting more, needing more!

“Oh please. Please!”

Thrusting two fingers into me, he began to stroke my inner wall, as his tongue flicked my clit. His tongue was magic, working my clit as his fingers worked my core until I was thrashing under him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I came closer and closer to the brink.

“This is torture!”

He chuckled as he slipped his fingers from me and then his tongue slid lower, testing my entrance. “God, you taste good baby.”

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I continued to watch him. Damn
, he looked good between my legs. When the tip of his tongue thrust into me I cried out, my pussy clenching around his probing tongue. As his tongue thrust and probed he began to tease my clit with his index finger and I would have sworn I was thrown into heaven.

Moving my hands to his head, my fingers threaded into his hair and I began to move against his mouth, needing him deeper – harder.

“Lance. Oh god. I don’t think… Ohmygod…” It was becoming too much as wave upon wave of pleasure flowed through me. My pussy became tight and a knot of anticipation formed in my stomach as I tightened my grip in his hair, fucking his mouth.

“Come
for me baby. I need to taste you,” Lance murmured, his words muffled as he dove back in.

Closing my eyes I let my head fall back into the pillow. I was close and it was sweet torture unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. In that beautiful moment in time I was able to push
all the horrors I’d witnessed and experienced over the past week to the furthest regions of my mind and indulge in the present.

And then I was there, suspended in that blissful moment before my body let go. It seemed like an eternity before I screamed out, bucked up against
his mouth and my pussy exploded around his tongue. He groaned, lapping up my juices, his fingers leaving my clit to grab onto my hips with both hands and pull me as far down onto him as possible.

Just when I thought I could relax a second tremor rocked through my body and a second, smaller release followed the first. Releasing his head from my grab, every ounce of tension left my body as I laid spread eagle on the bed before him.

I opened my eyes as I felt him get up and move up the length of my body until his warm, hard body covered mine. “So, how was that?”

My juices gleamed on his lips and I couldn’t resist the urge to grab the back of his neck and pull him down to my lips. I’d never tasted myself before, but I could taste me on his lips and tongue as our kiss deepened – I liked it.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked as he pulled away and traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

On instinct, I parted my lips and took his thumb into my mouth, sucking deeply.

A low growl erupted from him as he removed his thumb from my mouth and tapped me on the nose with his index finger. “No teasing. We don’t have the time for you to wrap those beautiful lips around my cock. We’re on borrowed time, baby.”

The reminder of wh
y we were doing this would have dampened my mood had I let it, but I locked the knowledge away not letting it.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

A low grumble emerged from him as he brushed his lips across mine, but didn’t deepen the kiss. Instead he grabbed something next to my pillow and then sat back on his knees. Quickly he tore open the foil packet and then passed the condom to me. I looked at it and then at his beautiful rod.

“I’ve never done…”

A smile spread across his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Just roll it on.”

I scowl
ed at him. “This is my first time you know.” Slipping the condom onto the tip, I grabbed the base with my free hand as I struggled to roll it down wondering if perhaps it was too small; it didn’t seem to want to cooperate. His cock flexed and jerked in my hand as I finally managed to fully cover it.

As soon as it was secure, Lance’s large, muscular body came crashing down onto mine, his weight supported with one hand on the side of my head. He tested my entrance with his fingers, spreading my velvety lips before pressing
his cock at my entrance.

I gripped his shoulders, kissing the side of his neck, across his jaw and to his lips. Just feeling his shaft pressing at my entrance spiked my arousal
, sending me into a state of intense need.

“Come on. Please don’
t make me wait.” I could hear the desperation in my voice as I bucked against him attempting to impale myself, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never wanted someone in me so bad in my life. Never.

He touched my cheek and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “I don’t want to hurt you
.” His voice was barely more than a whisper.

“You won’t hurt me,” I whisper
ed back.

“If it hurts
too much, tell me to stop and I will.”

I nod
ded, but there was no way I’d tell him to stop. No way. I wanted him too bad and he was my only hope. We couldn’t stop.

“Fuck me
, Master.”

An intense lust flared up in my eyes and he claimed my lips roughly as he pushed in. I tried to focus on the sensations passing through me as his tongue danced with mine, but the pain between my legs was worse than I’d anticipated as his thick, long cock stretched me and broke through my barrier.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, my heels dug into his back as I gritted through the pain. Despite the pain of being breached, there was an intense need for him to go deeper, push harder. It was a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain.

“You feel so damn good. So fucking tight,” he groaned
, his voice deep and feral-sounding, pulling his lips from mine and placing his forehead to mine and staring down at me.

The intensity and desire in his eyes was driving me nearly as insane
as the feel of him entering me. I bucked up needing and wanting him deeper. Sensing my need he gave one final, forceful thrust entering me fully, our bodies becoming one. I cried out as the quick surge of pain flowed through me, but it was instantly replaced by pleasure and need.

“Fuck, a
re you okay?”

“Yes. God yes. Fuck me please.”
With the hard part over I closed my eyes and with all thought gone I simply basked in the pressure and need.

He slowly pulled out, until the head of his cock barely breached my entrance and then thrust back in. His thrusts were excruciatingly slow – at first. But as my hips bucked up, attempting to make him move he began to move faster, slamming into me as far as he could.

“Fuck Gwen, so goddammed good.” His groan sent a shiver through me and I tightened my grip on him.

“
Mmmm.” Another rush of pleasure raced down my spine as he slammed into me harder than before and I cried out. It felt like he was going to tear me apart and kill me with his thrusting dick, but damn, I’d die a happy woman. I’d been told sex was good, but I had no idea that the pleasure was so consuming or I could feel as alive as I did at that moment. Our bodies began working in unison, giving and receiving pleasure, our moans and soft words of endearment becoming one voice.

I opened my eye
s to see him staring down at me. “You’re so beautiful.” His lips claimed mine as if he were a drowning man and I was his only chance of survival. When his lips left mine his thrusts became frenzied, slamming my body into the mattress. I clung tight to him becoming a slave to the pleasure coursing through me as I came closer and closer to the brink.

He was about to pull up from me, but I refused to let him, pulling him back down. “Don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop,” I plead
ed. I was too close to the edge for him to slow now. “Coming. Oh god, yes!” I’d barely gotten the words from my mouth when the pressure that had been building broke. My entire body tensed under him, my pussy clenching around his probing shaft and then I cried out as I came for him, my nectar flooding him.

“Oh fuck me,” he groaned with a shudder. He pulled out and slammed into me a final time and joined me in my bliss, catching himself before his body collapsed onto my limp frame. He stayed buried within me a moment, his forehead pressed to mine until his breathing slowed.

I smiled wide as he stared down at me. “That was… amazing.”

He returned my smile, brushing a lock of blonde hair from my eyes. “Are you okay
? Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t even remember the pain anymore, all I could remember
was the pleasure.

“Good.” He kissed the tip of my nose, making me giggle before slowly pulling out.

Turning to my side I watched as he slipped from the bed, walked across the room and disposed of the condom. I could feel the goofy grin on my face as I watched him, but didn’t care. Nothing else existed in my mind at that moment but me and Lance.

Chapter 10

Lance
turned and caught my gaze as he strode across the room and back to me, using long, powerful strides. However, he didn’t return my smile; in fact, his expression was grim, making my smile fade, dampening my mood and bringing me back to reality.

Slipping under the covers, Lance pulled me into his embrace.
With a soft sigh I placed my head onto his chest and brushed my lips against the side of his neck. “Can’t we just stay here forever? Would they just forget about us?”

He chuckled, raking his fingers through my hair. “I wish it w
ere that easy, sweetie.”

I slipped a hand across his torso and hugged tight to him. He made me feel safe, like as long as I was next to him nothing bad could ever happen to me. We spent a while no
t speaking. I was being lulled to sleep listening to the thumping of his heart.

Hooking his finger under my chin, he lifted my face and lowered his lips to mine. “We need to get the second part of this over with baby. The faster it’s done and over with the longer I’ll have to dress the wounds and make sure you’re as comfortable as possible before returning you.”

I closed my eyes and tried to gather up every ounce of courage I had in me. I had to be strong. I could get through this. “Okay,” I replied, opening my eyes and sitting up.

“Okay,” he echoed. Sitting up, he slid from the bed and extended his hand to me.

My body trembled as I accepted his hand and was helped to my feet. I prayed I didn’t have another panic attack; I needed to get through this. Releasing my hand he bent and grabbed his jeans. Fumbling in the front pocket he removed a little baggie with a couple little pink pills in it.

“What are those?”

He opened the bag, grabbed my hand and shook the two pills into my hand. “They’re going to help you get through this.” Leaving me frozen in the spot staring at the tiny tablets he grabbed a bottle of water from the bar fridge across the room and twisted off the top as he approached me.

“I’ve never taken drugs before.”

“And you never will again.” He thrust the bottle of water at me.

“Where did you get these?” I accept
ed the water and hesitated before giving in and popping them into my mouth and swallowing them, chasing them down with a gulp of water. Did it really matter anyhow?

He cocked a brow at me as if I’d asked the silliest question in the world.

“Yeah, right. I almost forgot where I was. What does it do?”

“If we’re lucky you won’t give a shit about what’s about to happen.
” Taking the bottle of water from me he set it on the table next to the bed, took my hand and led me to the chains suspended from the ceiling. Taking my left wrist he secured the leather cuff to it, pulling it snug until I couldn’t move my arm. He repeated the process with my second wrist.

Pulling at the chains,
a sense of panic rushed over me. I was trapped; I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. Closing my eyes I began to inhale and exhale slowly, focusing on breathing, and with a little effort managed to lower my heart rate back to normal.

I opened my eyes when I felt his hands spreading my legs and placing a bar between them. My ankles were quickly secured to the bar and the bar to the floor. I w
as completely secure and at his mercy now.

“Are you okay?” He rose to his feet and cupped my chin in his hand, staring directly into my eyes.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good.”
He released my chin and my gaze followed him as he walked over to the wall of whips and paddles. I examined every inch of his back, from his thick, powerful thighs to his tight ass to the massive tattoo on his back. How many hours did it take to get that? Must have hurt like a bitch. My eyes focused on his shoulders. I loved thick, strong shoulders on a man. Heat began to form between my legs as I watched him. I wanted him again.

“You’re beautiful
.” The words were out of my mouth before I could have even thought to stop them.

His body stiffened and he spun around to face me. The corners of his mouth twitched as if he were fighting off a smile. “That so?
Well, thank you.”

I nod
ded. “Yes. And I want to fuck again.” The heat between my legs turned into a soft throbbing of need.

Censor Gwen, censor.
Despite my self-reprimand, I knew it wasn’t my fault entirely.

Chuckling and g
iving his head a shake, he turned back to the wall and pulled a menacing-looking black whip down and ran his fingers along it. He paused before spinning back to face me, whip in one hand and a bottle of something in the other. Approaching me the hint of a grin that was on his face completely disappeared from his lips.

“Why so serious, son
?” I did my best Joker imitation and laughed wildly.

His brow furrowed as he stood before me.

My mood sobered. “Come on, you didn’t watch Dark Knight?”

Thrusting a hand into his hair, he chuckled. “Guess you’ve answered my question
on whether it’s starting to work or not.” Placing the whip on the floor at my feet he squirted some of the liquid on his hand, moved behind me and began to spread it over my back.

“What is that?”

“You don’t want an infection.” His hands worked the tightened muscles in my back as he spread the cool liquid.

A moan escaped me as his hands worked their way lower. “Lower. Little lower.” My pussy clenched anticipation
at the sweet torture of his fingers. To my dismay they stopped at my lower back, just at the curve of my ass. I loudly groaned my displeasure.

“You ready?” Walking around to face me, he bent and grabbed the whip
, awaiting my response while examining me with intense scrutiny.

“
Yesssss.” I caught my lower lip between my lips eyeing him like he was prey for my taking. I lowered my glaze to his cock, in a semi-erect state and licked my lips as I struggled against my binds. He wasn’t even touching me, but I swore I could feel his hands over my body - touching, probing, exploring - making every nerve in it tingled with delight.

“Al
l right.” With a nod of his head, he walked behind me and I heard the tip of the whip slap the floor. A moment later a loud crack vibrated through the room as the whip lashed out next to me.

“I’ll try to make this quick.”

I didn’t give a shit about the present; my mind drifted back to the feel of him in me, the power in his thrust and the sensations that had rushed through me because of it. I needed to feel that again.

Another loud crack sounded from behind me, followed by what felt like heat running across my upper back, just below my shoulder blades. It was so sudden and had such power that I cried out as my bod
y was jerked forward from the impact.

A second lash came, as powerful as the first, but I groaned this time. On one level of my consciousness I felt the pain, but it seemed to be hazed over, contorted into pleasure. My head rolled back and anxiously awaited the next lash
; I actually welcomed the feeling.

A third and fourth lash came and it was beginning to feel like my back was on fire, along the lines where the whip had made contact. Again, I didn’t care, the need between my legs intensified and all I could think about was him, needing him, fucking him.

“Agh, I need you to fuck me,” I groaned.

There w
ere eight lashes in all ranging from my shoulders to my ass before the whipping stopped. Instead of feeling exhausted like I knew I should, my heart was racing and I’d become a caged tiger. Once I was free he’d be mine, my pussy demanded it.

Lance dropped the whip to the floor at my feet and quickly undid the cuffs around my ankles. When he undid my wrists I fell into him, my lips searching out his.
I felt starved with need for him. When his lips parted and our tongues touched it was like sending a bolt of lightning through me – my body came alive unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The sting across my back didn’t even register and neither did the warm trickle of blood down my back from my wounds.

“Slow down.” He pulled his lips from mine and picked me up in his arms, paying careful attention to the wounds on my back. “You should rest.” He carried me over to the bed and carefully, as if I were a fragile piece of china, laid me on my stomach on the bed.

“I don’t want to.” Quickly I rose to my knees and pulled him down onto the bed with me. “I
need
you.”

“Gwen, baby.” He rolled to his back and pulled me to him, but instead I swung a leg over his waist and straddled him. Bending down, I claimed his lips again, cutting off his next protest as my hands explored every line of muscle in his chest. He was so beautiful, a work of art in my eyes and I needed to explore all of him.

Not wasting a moment I positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance and sank onto him. We groaned in unison. “Take it easy, you’ve been through –”

I didn’t give him a chance to continue with his word of caution as I began to bounce on him, rotating my hips with each downward motion. Closing my eyes and letting my head fall back
, everything and everyone disappeared from my mind as I allowed myself to simply
feel.
The pleasure was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before; it threatened to swallow me whole and I welcomed it.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” My blonde hair whipped wildly around my head as I moved on him. 

Leaning back, I braced my hands behind me on his thighs and increased the pace, my breasts bouncing with the forceful motions. He began to move with me, thrusting up and meeting my downward motions, the head of his cock slamming into my g-spot with each thrust. It felt like I’d barely begun fucking him when the need for release became overwhelming. I didn’t slow down, I didn’t hold back. I let go screaming out and digging my nails into his thighs.

Lance groaned, loud and feral. “Holy fuck, Gwen, slow down.”

Despite his command to slow down, I couldn’t. A second orgasm was commanding my body, the pleasure and the feel of Lance under me consuming my mind. Another ripple flowed through me, exploding between my legs, making me cry out so loudly I had no doubt I could easily be heard down the hallway. My pussy clenched around his cock, begging it for his seed.

The realization that he wasn’t wearing a condom sprang to mind, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t
. I was no longer in control. I was invincible – my body unstoppable.

“Oh fuck baby.” Grabbing my hips in his hands, he forced me off his cock just as a gush of his juices erupted from him, coating my mound and stomach.

The sudden movement broke me from my state of ecstasy and panting hard, I collapsed onto him.

“
Ohmygod, Lance. What the hell just happened?” I could still feel the urge to have him, but the sudden jolt from my elevated state grounded me enough to settle for lying over him, basking in the warmth of his body under mine.

“You fucked me so hard I came at an embarrassing rate.” He chuckled
, brushing his lips across my temple.

“I think I’m falling for you,” I murmur
ed, nipping at the side of his neck, barely aware of the words tumbling from my lips. A hint of the sting from the numerous lashes on my back came back to mind, but it still didn’t register as anything more than an annoying sting.

His body grew tense under me. “You deserve so much better than me
, Gwen.”

“You’re going to save me. I owe you everything.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but snapped it shut and gave me a weak smile as he raked his fingers through my hair. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know that I wish with every fiber of my being this wasn’t happening to you.”