Chapter 14 #2
He pulled the satin strip at the bottom of the bustier to untie the laces. He jerked it open, making her fall forward with a gasp. He almost smiled. She was so damn young.
He gave her a push, and she fell back on the bed. She started to slide up toward the headboard.
“Did I tell you to move?”
She froze. “No, Sir.”
He put her nipples in clamps and tightened the screws until she grimaced and clutched the sheets. He grabbed a clamp and lifted, pulling her breast up until she arched. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened. Her responsiveness was gasoline on the flames.
He slapped the undersurface of her tit. She whimpered.
“I bet if I spank these I can get them as red and swollen as your ass was that night.”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
Was that a challenge? He smiled. His little fallen angel.
In the car, when they’d been talking about girls being taken and tortured and he’d imagined for a second someone taking Kate and really hurting her, he’d had a raw visceral reaction of rage the likes of which he’d never known.
They would need DNA to identify the body, he’d thought.
And yet, here he was going for the flogger.
Kate’s arms were chained over her head, so she couldn’t even wipe the tears off her face.
Mascara stung her eyes, and her breasts were on fire.
Every time she started to scream and thought about using her safeword, he stopped to lick and kiss her while stroking between her legs.
It was awful and amazing at the same time.
Finally he released the clamps, and as blood rushed back to her nipples, she did scream. He sucked one into his mouth and lightly chewed on it. Too intense. She screamed again.
“I hate you,” she sobbed.
“I know,” he said, sliding a finger through her wetness and swirling it around her clit. “Want me to make you love me again?” he teased.
“I won’t. You can’t make me.”
A dark smirk played on his lips. “No?”
He sucked the tip of her other breast into his mouth and chewed on it. The throbbing pain drove her out of her mind. She opened and closed her fists impotently and pulled on the chains.
He moved between her legs.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her feet together.
“Something you want, kitten?” he asked.
“You know! Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she begged.
“Tell me.”
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
He pushed into her. She groaned and tried to escape. She was still raw and swollen down there from the last time. Even as ready as she was, he was too big.
He grabbed her hips and held her in place, his fingers digging into her. So many sensations. He was still inside her, stretching her so much it ached.
“No, wait! I’m too sore. Just use your fingers.”
“No.”
His thumb was back over her clit, worrying it until she thought she’d lose her mind.
“You’re hurting me,” she wailed, but she didn’t try to pull away. In fact, her body strained to get closer to him.
“Yeah, and I’m going to hurt you more,” he said, pulling almost out before he thrust back in.
She loved that, rough talk and rough sex. She never wanted it to stop.
Everything started to blur as he moved faster. She felt so full, the pain driving her higher.
He lifted her and slid her up the bed without withdrawing. He thrust in and out like a piston. One hand gripped her hip, the other tangled in her hair, keeping her from thrashing her head back and forth.
“That’s right,” he husked in her ear, his voice rough and hostile. “You wanted me. So you’re going to take every fucking inch. You’re my little whore, aren’t you, Kate?”
She came instantly, and the orgasm wouldn’t stop as he ground his pelvis against hers and his cock drove so deep into her it jarred her insides.
It wasn’t just the best sex play of his life, she was the best sex he’d ever had, bar none.
The sound of his own heartbeat in his ears had been so thunderous he hadn’t realized she was talking. When the thunder died down, he could hear her voice again. She was making no sense at all.
“What are you saying?”
“Leave me alone,” she said.
When he uncuffed her arms, she shoved against his chest, like she could push him away.
“Christ,” he said. “Look what you did to your wrists.” She’d struggled so much, she’d scraped a line of skin raw on each one.
“Your fault,” she said. “Everything is your fault.”
“I know,” he said absently, looking into the cuffs. There should have been enough padding, but apparently there hadn’t been. He should’ve noticed her cocking her wrists, which she must have done. He was going to have to watch her even closer.
Her elbow hit him in the chest when she tried to roll away.
“Settle down.”
“I did everything you wanted. Now let me go. I wanna sleep by myself, so I can think.”
She was playing with him. Still. After all that. God love her.
“No way,” he said.
She tried to break free, but when his grip slackened, she got more wild. He hauled her back to him and curled his limbs around her like a python.
“You’re smothering me. Let go,” she said, but she pressed her body hard against his.
“No.”
“Please?” she said, her voice finally weakening.
“No, you’re mine. I’ll never let you go.”
He felt the tension go out of her.
“Never?”
“Never,” he said, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. He kissed the side of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat.
I’ll never let you go. He’d been playing when he’d said it, but the thought of her leaving left him cold. The darkest part of his soul had found the playmate it wanted. That’s right, it said. Now that you’ve tasted her, you know she belongs to you. You’ll keep her forever.