Chapter 12 #2
But she didn’t have any of those toys. Maybe he’d just—
“You may call this one backdoor bob and keep it for your own.”
Cold, slick gel dripped onto her back hole. He circled the rim, wakening sooo many nerves, and then something was pushed firmly inside. Not huge, thank you, Elder Gods, but it felt so, so weird. Wrong and embarrassing—yet those nerves jangled fiercely.
When she whined, he patted her butt. “Now, let go of the headboard and lie down on your back, ma chérie.”
She scooted to the center of the mattress and onto her back. The quilt was cool against her overheated skin. Her breasts felt alien with clamps clinging obstinately to her nipples. She bumped one with her still half-closed hand.
Drake made a tsking sound low in his throat, took her hands, and massaged them. “You held onto the headboard rather tightly, bébé.”
Her hands ached, her stiff fingers twitched when she tried to straighten them.
“So, so, I will give you something else to cling to.” And the amusement in his tone was a warning. Not being able to see his face was really a handicap.
He pulled her knees up so her feet were wide apart and flat on the mattress, then used her hands to push her thighs apart. “Don’t move your hands from where I’ve put them.”
He wanted her to…to hold herself open?
Ah, Drake thought, he did love forcing a submissive to participate in her own submission.
Her fingers trembled under his as he held her hands in place. Anticipation or fear?
Sitting beside her, he placed one hand between her breasts, enjoying the accelerated thudding of her heart.
Hmm. Was she too worried?
He paused to caress her face…and she rubbed her cheek against his palm.
All right then. The clamps looked lovely, darkening her pink nipples. He fondled her prettily plump breasts to make them swell, to make the clamps tighter.
Such charming squeaking sounds she made.
Now what would work well with the anal plug? Ah, how could he resist using Bilbo the dildo? It was fairly slim. He’d use it first and upsize to his thicker dick.
After setting the dildo beside her hip, he stretched out on the bed, his shoulders between her knees. Propping himself up on one elbow, he used his free hand to tease her smooth pussy.
She was nicely slick, and her clit was already poking out from beneath the hood. Leaning against her left thigh, he slowly drew his finger around the ball of nerves, making a mental note of what pressures and locations made her muscles tighten, her breathing falter.
Soon, she was making adorable whining sounds…that abruptly stopped.
He halted and studied her face.
Her lips were pressed together, the muscles in her jaws locked tight. Not letting any sounds escape.
This little one came with some interesting baggage, didn’t she?
He moved her hands, letting her legs down, and lay down beside her.
Propping his head up on a hand, he pulled off her blindfold so he could see her eyes.
His fingers curled around her left breast gave him a way to track her breathing and feel her heart thumping.
“Now bébé, tell me why you don’t wish to make any noise. ”
Her chest stopped moving. Her gaze didn’t meet his. “I…just… It doesn’t seem right to make sounds.”
Perhaps a slice of the truth, not the entire pie. Odd, she was most straightforward normally. Was this related to her bad experience? If so, it would be best to deal with it before the problem grew. “Aralia…” How could he say this? “Do the sounds you make bring back bad memories?”
Under his hand, her body tensed. Then she sighed. “Yes. Sometimes it sounds too much like whimpering…and a bad time. And I guess I worry about annoying you if I make noise.”
His jaw clenched against the need to swear. If those batards who abused her were within his reach, he would introduce them to real pain.
“I understand.” He took a moment to cool his rage, then ran his hand down her skin in long comforting strokes over her stomach—and felt the tension easing from her body.
It was a delight when she found the courage to meet his gaze again.
Smiling, he traced a finger over her lips. “So. Hmm. Silence isn’t a problem although your jaw might get sore. I also like to hear moaning, whimpering, whining, cursing, screaming, begging, or even yelling.”
Under his finger, her mouth tilted up. “You’re saying anything works?”
“Oui. Unless I hear you giving orders, in which case, I’ll find a way to get different sounds from you.”
The threat sped up her heartrate, flushed her cheeks, and dilated her pupils.
So very submissive.
“However, tonight, I’ll take this worry about noise away. The only sound you are allowed to make—aside from your safeword—is ‘yes.’ It can be as soft or loud as you wish, but I must hear the word. Or else. Now what sound will you make?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good.” He ran his finger around her lips again. “Since you interrupted my play, you pay the penalty.” He rose. “Let’s see how well you can use that mouth.”
Oh gods. Ray felt her breathing hitch. Why did the thought of giving him a blowjob make her totally aroused? Then again, this was hitting all her hot points.
Across the room, Drake pushed the ottoman to one side, took a seat, and sprawled in the lounge chair like an indolent king. When he unzipped and opened his jeans, his cock rose hard and proud from a nest of trimmed black hair. “Kneel between my legs, ma chérie.”
She slid out of the bed. Once in front of him, she went to her knees—and his hard thighs closed on her shoulders, trapping her.
And everything inside her melted.
Her hand closed around his shaft…and she froze. What if I do stuff he doesn’t like? Or he’s bored?
“So many worries.” Making a dark sound in his throat, he gripped her hair with one hand. Not hurting her, but oh, so firmly. “Lick up and down. Like an ice cream cone where the very top is the best and the part under the glans is pure chocolate.”
She snorted at the thought—and relaxed. I can do this. Her tongue circled the underside of the head, flicking around it. And the slit at the top had a drop of salty precum for a reward almost as nice as his low mmmm of approval.
“Cup my balls in one hand—gently. Treat them like…mmm, oversensitive breasts before your monthly.”
Oh, the Dom sure understood women. But—now she knew exactly how to touch him. She fondled one heavy testicle, then the other, pausing to lick his erection in between.
“C’est parfait. Now wrap one hand around the base, take me in your mouth as far down as you can. Then up. Close your lips around me tightly.”
He was so big. But having her hand there let her feel a bit in control—but only a bit. She bobbed her head, swirling her tongue around the spongy head on the upswing. Rubbing her tongue over the thick, bulging veins. Each breath brought her his musky, masculine scent.
She looked up at him. He was watching her, his dark eyes half-lidded in open enjoyment.
“Now suck as you go up and down.” His grip in her hair tightened, pulling her down. His other hand closed over hers, moving her fingers in rhythm on his shaft. “Très bien. Harder now.”
She got into the rhythm—and it was wonderful to not worry if she was doing it right. He had no problem telling her what to do. So nice.
“Now hum as you lift your head.”
What? She stopped completely until he cleared his throat, setting her back on task.
Right, right. Lift and hum.
Oh, hey, she could feel the vibration she was giving him. And she almost laughed. I’m a Ray-vibe.
His low-throated growl of pleasure sent happiness straight through her.
And heat too. She was so wet. Pressing her thighs together, she squirmed a little.
He laughed. “Oui, you have paid your penalty, and I want my own taste.” He tugged her hair, lifting her head. Once free of her mouth, he rose and closed his jeans. Lifting her to her feet, he laid her onto the bed with her butt close to the side of the mattress instead of in the center.
She lifted her ass up slightly—because…plug.
“Do you remember where your hands go?”
Feet flat, toes curling over the edge, thighs held open with her hands.
“Very good.” To her shock, he pulled the ottoman over and sat on it. Right where he could see—and touch—her pussy. “Ah, you did enjoy your penalty, didn’t you?”
He just had to notice she was soaked.
“That makes this easy.” He picked up one of the toys—Bilbo—and without a pause, opened her folds, and firmly slid it in.
“Aaaah.”
“Wrong sound. What is the only sound you are permitted tonight?” He made a tsking sound and slapped her puffy mound lightly.
Her pussy stung from his hand—and eeeks, she’d almost come right then. Her pulse was roaring in her ears, and what had he said? Oh. Right. “Yes.”
“Oui.” His teeth flashed white, set off by the dark beard and tanned skin. “Next mistake, I will hit harder…and lower.”
Her eyes widened. Like…right over her clit? No, no, no.
He was still smiling as he pushed her hands outward, forcing her to open her thighs more widely. Then he bent, and his mouth was right there. His tongue traced circles around her clit and over the top, sending pleasure bursting through her.
Teasing, circling, flicking. Until all of her focus was on his mouth.
And then he started moving Bilbo—in and out, slow and steady in a contrast to the erratic hard and soft, fast and slow rhythm of his tongue..
She came, all in a rush, pushed right off the cliff with incomparable skill. Waves of pleasure shook her—and the dildo firmly moving in and out, made it last and last.
When her panting and her speeding heart slowed, she moved her hands, reaching down for him. “You didn’t come before. Your turn.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled. His smile was wicked. “Ma chérie, you do not give me directions in bed.” He slapped her pussy—harder this time.
“Eeek!” The bright pain was shocking, even as her insides convulsed with another spasm of pleasure.
Bending his head, he tongued right over her stinging clit.
“You—” Don’t talk. Her gaze met his black eyes. “Um, yes.”