Wicked Lovers 01 Wicked Ties (34 page)

His voice vibrated deep inside her, shooting all the way to her clit. She was on a torture rack of pleasure. Amazing sensations piled one on top of the other, smothering anything that resembled thought or dissent. She ached beyond anything she’d ever dreamed, anything she thought possible. And he had yet to even touch her vagina, much less penetrate it.

Then another clamp bit into her other nipple, digging into skin, dredging up even more response. A fireball of pleasure darted straight from her breasts, down between her legs, adding to the conflagration already burning. If Jack touched her there, even once, she feared she would launch like a rocket, no matter how much he demanded she hold it back. The orgasm was huge, so enormous, it would swallow her whole. Morgan fought against it, shaking her head in desperation. Sweat poured off her. She gripped the table tighter.

The ache just kept building and building. When would it crest?

“And now those nipples are a deep, demanding red. Beautiful,” he murmured.

Every breath was between a pant and a moan when Jack uncuffed her wrists and ankles. He helped her rubbery legs to the floor. In passing, she wondered what he had planned, but realized it didn’t matter. He would give her amazing pleasure. And sooner or later, he would detonate this awesome ache roiling inside her.

Willingly, she folded herself into his arms. He dipped her head back and dove into her mouth, devouring. It was a kiss of hunger, a kiss of possession. Morgan responded, meeting him halfway, tangling her tongue with his.

“You challenge my self-control, cher, just by being so fucking beautiful and submissive. No one has ever pushed me so hard, so fast,” he rasped against her throat, then moved up to nip at her lobe. “I can’t wait to get deep inside you and open you up to all new pleasures.”

Restlessly, Morgan shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She could hardly wait for Jack to get deep inside of her, too. She hoped now. Right now.

He spun her around and grabbed the strappy edges of her crotchless panties. The moisture pooling inside her and drenching the delicate fabric gushed out, spreading wetness down the insides of her thighs.

“You’re so juicy, like a sweet ripe peach,” he praised as he bent her over the table.

She whimpered as her clamped nipples made contact with the surface of the table and a fresh jolt of pleasure-pain screamed down her spine, into her drenched channel. She tensed, wanting to fight, wanting to reach her own hand between her legs and give her clit a furious rub until she exploded. Instinct told her such an action would bring down enormous punishment. With another moan, she managed to refrain.

“Such a good girl. So beautifully submissive, cher. Do you want me to fuck you?”

Morgan didn’t even care what she said anymore as long as Jack made the ache go away. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, sir. Please…”

With her feet flat on the floor, Jack removed her thong, peeling the damp fabric from her flesh. Then he cuffed one ankle at the corner of the table and licked his way up her thigh. Closer, closer he strayed to the heart of her ache. She burned, yearned, moaned as his mouth neared her pussy.

He only laughed and bent to cuff her other ankle, then laved off the juice coating that thigh—still providing no relief to her weeping vagina. Instead, he stepped away for a moment, his footsteps alerting her to his retreat. Movement, the soft clash of plastic on plastic, the opening of a drawer. God, why wouldn’t he hurry?

“Ah, yes,” he muttered, seemingly satisfied. Then he turned back to her. “You’ve earned a reward.”

Yes! Thrill and need and longing all twined together at his words, wrapping around her clit, spreading a new warmth to her heart. She was absurdly glad that she’d pleased him, and insanely proud of herself for submitting so totally. And she absolutely wanted that reward.

The rustle of clothes came next, brushing against her anticipation. Naked. He had to be naked. She wriggled her ass, praying it would entice him.

“The minute I praise you, you turn naughty.” His mock chastisement came accompanied with a playful swat to her backside.

The laughter in his voice had her gritting her teeth.

“I’m losing my patience, and I’ve already lost my sense of humor,” she bitched, knowing it would piss him off. But she couldn’t stop herself. He’d pushed her too far.

Jack said nothing, merely stepped up behind her and blanketed her backside. An inferno of male muscle and musky skin enveloped her. The strong, thick column of his cock nudged its way between her cheeks. Morgan clawed at the padded table again.

Only to have Jack grab her wrists and cuff them again.

Before the echo of the last click finished resounding in the room, the sound of his hearty smack on her ass took its place.

Fire heated her cheek, then seeped down toward her needy pussy. He was going to tease her some more? Damn it, she’d had enough.

“Jack. Sir…” she corrected. “I—I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.”

“In my time, in my way,” he growled, then punctuated the statement with another smack to her ass.

Fresh heat bloomed inside her, pushing past her sudden rush of temper.

Suddenly, she felt his fingers probing her ass, wriggling between her cheeks, bringing something cold and liquid with them.

Lube? Oh, God.

Her heartbeat revved up like an Indy 500 winner’s engine. He’d said just this morning that he intended to bury himself in her ass and settle in for a nice long ride. Did he—?

The press of two lubricated fingers inside her ass cut off the rest of the question. The stretching and burning of tight, virgin flesh hit her first. The pressure followed, along with a sense of fullness. And when he manipulated the fingers in and out of her body with a slow drag, then, oh hell, the pleasure completely shut her brain down.

“That’s it.” He gripped her hip with his free hand and encouraged her hips back, down onto his invading fingers.

She moaned.

“You like that?”

Almost without thought, almost against her will, she gasped, “Yes.”

His fingers stilled. “Yes…?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. Let’s find out just how wet you are.”

Jack lifted his hand from her hip and brought it around Morgan’s body…right onto the swollen, hard knot of her clit.

She shouted as tingles tore through her belly with his first touch.

Fingers pumping in her ass, swirling on her clit, sensation overload threatened. She felt the blood surging between her legs, along with the dangerous ramping-up of pleasure. She clamped down, trying to stop, but it was no use. She felt the first flutters of orgasm begin.

So did Jack.

“No coming yet,” he commanded, withdrawing his fingers from her clit, her ass.

“Sir, please. Please!”

“You beg so sweetly, how can I refuse?” he purred in her ear. “But I must…”

He retreated a moment, and she mourned the loss of his spiced flesh over hers, his body heat seeping into her skin. A tear, a snap. A condom, she realized. Thank God!

But she had only a moment to celebrate before he pried the cheeks of her ass open and she felt the broad tip of his lubricated cock pressing against her anus.

“Push down and take me inside you. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll scream the walls down.”

Yes. Please, yes!

Morgan tilted her hips back and pushed with her muscles. The fat head of his cock slid in, pressing, burning. The pain. Oh, God… It wouldn’t work, wouldn’t fit. Every time he moved, even breathed, the pain rushed over her. In desperation, she clawed at the table again, moaning.

Then he glided past the tight ring of muscle and tunneled his way inside, slowly. So slowly. Morgan gasped as he forged each new inch into her body, deeper, deeper, in a seemingly endless, pleasure pain-filled slide.

When she stood on her tiptoes, certain she couldn’t take a centimeter more of his cock, she felt the gentle slap of his balls against her. He was in to the hilt.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “You’re going to rip at my composure every time you breathe.”

Morgan certainly hoped so. That pending orgasm still bubbled just under the surface of her skin, waiting for one more touch to her clit, one long stroke of his cock.

Instead, Jack gripped her hips with insistent fingers, drew in a harsh breath, then another.

“I’m not going to last long,” he croaked. “Neither are you.”

With that, he pulled back, almost to the point of withdrawal, then sank all the way inside the depths of her ass again. The wicked, burning pressure had Morgan pounding a fist on the table. Pleasure and pain. Forbidden and fabulous. Oh, she could lose herself in sensation like this. Close. So damn close…

He ripped off the blindfold then. She blinked, trying to get accustomed to the haze of red light over head. Being able to see again didn’t blunt her sense of touch or smell at all. Instead she could see a mirror beside the door, and the strain on Jack’s reflection as he held back, all corded muscles in his shoulders, the strain of restraint in his neck. Veins bulged in his forearms as white-knuckled fingers gripped her hips.

“Watch us,” he commanded. “Watch me fuck your tight virgin ass.”

Morgan watched, helpless to do anything else as he pushed in, pulled out, in long, strong glides, filling her with mind-numbing pleasure so hot, so huge, she could barely take it in. She whimpered, transfixed by the sight, by the feel of him inside her.

“One last thing and I’ll let you come, cher.”

Morgan licked dry lips. “Yes. Anything, sir.”

“In the fantasies you told Andrew, did you mention being tied down?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you tell him you wanted to have your nipples clamped?”

“No.”

“Do you like it?” He reached up and gave a gentle tug on the chain between the clamps.

Great swells of pain and ecstasy tumbled through her nipples, spun through her body, swelling her clit again. “Yes.”

“Did you tell him you wanted him to fuck your ass?”

“Yes, sir.”

And Jack did, two more bittersweet, slow, strong thrusts into her, all the way to the hilt. Morgan gasped, moaned. She couldn’t take any more.

“Please, sir!”

“Almost…” he promised. “What else did you tell him you wanted?”

No. If she told him that… No. What would he think?

“Th—that’s all,” she lied.

He smacked her ass and plunged into her with a series of quick, harsh strokes. Morgan cried out. More heat thrown onto the ever-burning fire between her legs. Damn, why couldn’t she come? The climax burning inside her was bigger than anything she’d ever felt. She should have tumbled over long ago.

Had her body already learned to wait for his command?

“Lie to me again and I’ll stroke myself, come at your feet, and leave you to ache all night.”

Morgan swallowed, never doubting he’d do it. “Please don’t make me say it, sir.”

“Last chance,” he grated out, stilling his thrusts completely. “Or I’m leaving.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, grappling helplessly between her body’s needs and her fears. Would he judge her harshly? Would he think she was a depraved whore, too?

“Tell me,” he cajoled.

With a gentle pinch, Jack removed the clamps from her nipples. Blood rushed back into them, swelling them with a burst of need. Yes! Then the sensation rocketed down to her clit.

Just as it hit her there, he reached beneath her again, fingers hovering so close to her aching bundle of nerves, she could feel the heat of his hand. But still, he didn’t touch her clit. Morgan moaned. All she had to do was be honest about one itty-bitty secret and he’d give her the best orgasm of her life.

This was Jack. He understood her fantasies. Clearly, he had some of his own. He’d given her everything her body secretly desired so far. He would help her deal with this, too. She had to believe he would. Had to have trust…

“Two men,” she blurted as she opened her eyes to find Jack’s gaze in the mirror by the door.

Instead, she found Deke standing in the portal, watching them.

Her eyes widened. She bucked under Jack, trying to get away. But cuffed at the wrist and ankle, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Neither was Deke. He stood and stared as Jack tunneled into her ass. The heat of brutal arousal on his face, doubled with the thick spike of cock in his pants, burned into her. Deke’s blue eyes locked with hers, and pristine, pure need burst through her body.

She tore her gaze away, found Jack’s in the mirror to Deke’s right. Her gaze connected with his dark one. Locked in place.

“What?” Jack barked.

“I want two men.” The words tumbled out of her.

Jack grabbed her hips with renewed urgency and shoving his way inside again. “Fucking you at once?”

“Yes,” she managed to squeeze out on a pleasured moan.

A curse slipped out under Deke’s breath as he adjusted the very tight fly of his jeans. Morgan’s heart beat so hard, she barely heard it over the roaring.

“Look at him!” Jack roared, reaching around her to lift her chin, forcing her to meet Deke’s gaze.

And he stared back, his denim blue stare pouring over her bare flesh like hot acid, scorching her, as Jack tunneled in relentless, measured strokes in her sensitive back channel. She felt each hard inch and every vein of his cock, the heavy swell of his glans scraping past all her nerve endings as he shoved his way home, propelling her teeth-grittingly close to orgasm.

“You’d want Deke’s cock in your pussy while I’m deep in your ass?” he rasped in her ear.

Even the words cranked her need up so tight it neared pain.

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed, clawing at the table. The idea turned the burn between her legs into an inferno that was about to explode into a conflagration beyond her imagining. “God, yes!”

“Jack, get your fingers on her clit before the poor girl dies. She needs to come,” Deke pointed out, his voice calm and even, despite the arousal flaming from him.

“Don’t tell me how to fuck my woman,” he growled.

“You’re pushing her too far, too fast. She’s not used to this. You’re about to break her.”

Behind her, Jack snarled something distinctly unpleasant to Deke. But he took his friend’s suggestion. For that, Morgan thanked God.