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Authors: Shoshanna Evers

Tags: #Fiction, #Erotica, #General, #Romance, #Contemporary

Enamored (13 page)

Lauren blew on her hand as if to cool it off and smiled to the man behind her in line as if to say,
Beat that, motherfucker
.

“You’re gonna have your hands full,” Roman commented dryly.

Marc laughed. “Don’t I know it.”

L
auren followed Marc back to his penthouse, and this time the ride up the elevator had no awkward silences. They couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop kissing. He’d already stripped her of her corset and miniskirt so that by the time the elevator opened into his foyer, she wore nothing but the green satin thong.

“Shall I take this off?” she asked.

“No. That’s my job,” he grinned.

Lauren grinned right back. After the flogging at the club and then getting a chance to spank Elisabeth, she was so horny she’d do anything he wanted. Anything.

He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.

“Are we alone?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s just us. No more speaking without permission, baby.”

Lauren nodded mutely, surprised by the order. But it immediately put her in a submissive state, to force herself to listen to him and look to him for cues.

“Tonight, we’re doing this right. No more ‘who’s on top’ nonsense. Got it?”

She nodded mutely, still smiling. She got it.
Fuck yeah
, as Elisabeth would say.

He laid her on the bed. “Don’t move.” He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a spreader bar and some handcuffs, and she moaned with desire. She loved restraining her subs, loved how much more they could take when the power to move was removed from them, but she’d never been in bondage herself until tonight. She’d found herself able to relax into the restraints, allowing her body to accept his blows, and enjoyed it. A lot.

What did that mean? If she could enjoy a flogging from Marc and then go and play Domme to Elisabeth, even for a moment, what did that make her?

“I can tell by your face you’re thinking too hard. Don’t overthink this, baby. Just relax, let me take charge. I’m going to spread your legs, okay? Say yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Green to go?”

“Green, sir.”

He put the plastic pole between her legs horizontally, forcing them to spread wide, and latched each of her ankles to the leather cuffs at each end.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured.

Her hands lay at her sides, where they’d been when he put her on the bed and instructed her not to move.

“Hands up, above your head,” he said, and with a click of the metal cuffs she was locked in place, at his mercy.

No reason to panic, she thought. Not with Marc. He wasn’t some asshole who’d take advantage of her and not listen to her safeword, he’d already proven that. This was the same Marc who bought her an ice-cream cake shaped like a paddle every year for her birthday and sang the loudest, even if he was woefully off-tune. That wasn’t going to change just because now she was in bondage on his bed.

“You look so amazing like this. I’m taking a mental picture of you, naked and bound, and I’m going to masturbate to this visual for the rest of my life.”

She laughed, feeling good. Sure, she felt good when a sub told her how great she looked in a sexual scenario, but somehow this was different . . . because this was Marc. She wanted to look good for Marc. She wanted to be his fantasy.

“Ready for some orgasms?” he asked.

She wasn’t allowed to respond, so she just smiled.

“Tell me yes. Tell me you want me to make you come, over and over. Beg me.”

“Please, sir. Please, please make me come. As many times as you see fit.”

She knew what was going to happen, she’d done it herself many times as a Domme. Forced orgasms. Delicious and yet painful, erotic and still almost unbearable.

And sure enough, Marc took out a long white vibrator, the Magic Wand. It had a head the size of doorknob that provided intense orgasms within seconds. On low, it was pleasurable. On high, she called it “torture mode” because it was so intense her subs would scream in agony as soon as she turned it on. Exquisite agony. Agony they wanted, needed.

With her legs spread by the bar, there would be no escaping it. And somehow, that made it easier on her.

Just go with it. Relax, let him take charge
.

She nearly laughed. There was no letting him take charge at this point, he was already in charge. Marc had made that clear to her from the moment he put that leash on her. From the moment she had to ask for his permission to do something she’d have been first in line to do—if she hadn’t been his slave for the week.

“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard,” he said, a glint in his eyes.

He pressed the Magic Wand against her clit, still covered in the green thong. The tiny bit of material offered some level of protection from the intense vibrations as he switched it on low, but not nearly enough to keep her from shuddering, her body spasming with an almost immediate orgasm.

The entire evening had been their foreplay. She’d been dying to climax, and now, she’d continue to climax until Marc had decided she’d had her fill. Maybe even past that point. Pushing a sub past their orgasm limit was always a fun way to torture someone, because all they could do was lie there and scream and moan even as their body twitched and tried to make sense of the constant vibration running through their core.

“That was quick, baby, but there’s more to come,” he said, and slowly moved the vibrator, rolling it over her clit, which had become swollen and needy. She gasped, her arms moving as if to push the vibrator away, forgetting already that she was in restraints. Strange, though, that the quick bite of metal onto her wrists should bring on her next orgasm. She moaned with ecstasy.

“Oh, Marc, fuck, yes, fuck,” she gasped.

“I said no talking,” he laughed, and lifted the vibrator away. With his hand, he pulled her labia outside of the thong so her clit was revealed even more under the thin material, and slapped her nether lips with several sharp swats of his hand.

“Tell me you’re sorry for breaking my rule,” he said, and spanked her pussy again.

“Sorry, sir,” she said, even though she wasn’t sorry at all. This was incredible, unbelievable, the sensations overwhelming her body. He pressed the head of the vibrator against her clit again, grinding it hard against her, so hard it hurt. Endorphins flowed through her and she screamed out her next climax.

“Time to go on high?” he asked, and before she could desperately shake her head no, even though she wanted it, needed it, he put the vibrator on “torture mode” and the high-frequency vibrations rung through her. It was too intense to come from, too intense to do anything at all but focus on Marc, and his dominance, and more importantly, her submission and utter helplessness in her restraints.

And then she came again.

When he finally turned off the vibrator, she’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had. Lost count of how many times she’d screamed his name and been punished for it. And lost count of how many times she begged for more.

With a hard pull, he ripped her thong off of her body like some sort of primal beast, and sheathed his length in latex. His cock was huge, hard and long, so thick, but she wanted it in her terribly. She tried to push her hips up to meet his, but couldn’t with the spreader bar controlling her legs.

“This, Lauren, is how I want to fuck you now. Hard. So you know I mean it.”

He pressed into her, thrusting deep into her wet pussy, filling her completely. She had no desire to roll on top, no desire to be unbound or to take control from him. This was exactly where she wanted to be, under Marc, in his care. He moved in and out, hitting her G-spot with incredible accuracy. Her clit spasmed with pain from overuse as his cock slid over it with each stroke, but she didn’t care. The sensations he gave her were everything she wanted, everything she needed.

Before he came, he pulled out, panting. “I need a break. I don’t want to come too soon. I’m having way too much fun fucking you.”

She smiled, but didn’t reply, mindful of his rule not to speak.

He kept her legs latched in the spreader bar and rolled her onto her stomach, her hands still handcuffed about her head. Carefully, he turned her head to the side so she could breathe easily, and pulled her up onto her knees.

“I love this ass,” he said, rubbing her ass cheeks, which were still red and sore from the earlier paddling. “You’ve been preparing all day for my cock in your ass, haven’t you, baby?”

When she didn’t respond, he spanked her, and said, “Tell me. Speak.”

“Yes, sir. That plug wasn’t enough. I need your cock in me.”

“That’s right,” he growled. “You do.”

From the corner of her eye she saw him pull out a bottle of lube and pour some over his fingers, lubing up his condom-covered cock. With his slippery fingers, he stuck one inside her, then another, moving them in gentle circles, opening her up to him even more.

“When was the last time you got fucked in the ass? You have my permission to speak freely. Don’t lie, I’ll know—I know you.”

Oh, fuck. She’d always been the one who was so experienced, the Domme who could offer advice on anything. She’d pegged her subs in the past, putting on a strap-on and fucking them, and gotten extreme pleasure from doing so even though it was only a dildo and not a cock she was able to use. But she’d never actually been the one on the receiving end.

“Never, sir. You’re my first.”

He pushed his fingers in harder, farther, then added another. “Are you sure? This is my virgin asshole to take?” He seemed shocked but thrilled at the idea.

“Yes, sir. I’m yours. Please.”

Marc pressed the tip of his cock against her tender asshole and pushed slightly, causing her asshole to tense. “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Oh God, Marc, I want it so bad. Please, fuck my ass.”

With that, he slowly, too slowly almost, slid inside her, her asshole tightening and clenching, fighting him the whole time even as she tried to relax into it and bear down. The pain was intense but quickly turned pleasurable as his entire cock filled her ass.

M
arc couldn’t believe it. This was exactly what he always dreamed of—Lauren, restrained beneath him, taking his cock like a champ and begging for more. He thrust harder now, testing her, wanting to see how she’d respond. She moaned with desire, and he went harder still, fucking her ass until she came, a long, shuddering climax that seemed to top every clitoral orgasm he’d just given her with the vibrator.

It was too much for him, and he yelled her name as he came inside her, the force of his come hitting the condom, his cock twitching inside her as he emptied himself into her.

When he finally pulled out, he rolled Lauren onto her back and kissed her face, her lips, her neck, cherishing her body.

“That was insane,” he said. “Amazing.”

“Oh my God, yeah it was,” she agreed, nuzzling against him. He leaned over her for the key to her handcuffs and unlocked her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, kissing him, their tongues dancing.

“Hang on, I want to get rid of the spreader bar and clean you up.” He unlatched her ankles, checking for bruising and to make sure her feet weren’t cold, a sign that she might have circulation issues. But no, she was hot. Hot all over.

He massaged her legs, which trembled beneath his touch. “I could do this all night,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

He went into the master bathroom, tied off his condom and tossed it, then got a warm, wet washcloth, and brought it back to the bed, where he gently wiped the perspiration from her brow and face before cleansing her tender pussy—swollen and red—and her ass.

Lauren lay in his arms, her panting from their mutual exertion slowing until she breathed slowly, in and out.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Safe.”

It wasn’t what he expected to hear, but it was a good answer, he supposed. Better than “violated,” anyway.

“You’re always safe with me, even if you’re not my submissive, you know that, right?” he asked.

“I do. I definitely do.”

“Can I ask you something?”

She turned to meet his gaze, a frown creasing her brow. “Of course.”

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