Blue Desire (20 page)

He
parted the ropes between the knot at her clit and the one on her ass and slid
two of his fingers inside her. He could have slid the vibrator straight in, but
he had wanted to feel for himself. She was even wetter than he’d expected, and
he had been sure he’d find her wet. She moaned in frustration as he pulled his
fingers out, and then in relief as he pushed the vibrator in. He turned it on
low and pulled the ropes back over it to hold it there.

He
held her gaze as he sucked his fingers clean. She tasted tangy and metallic,
and he took his time, savoring the taste of her. She bit her lip.

He
got out the rope and tied it around her thighs, making her legs close. She
squirmed. He tied her ankles. He didn’t want to tie her to the bed, not this
time, but he didn’t want her thinking she could go for a walk either. He wanted
her to know that she was restrained. He hadn’t been lying about saying that her
sense of helplessness was for her, not for him, because he’d seen how she
responded when he controlled her movements, how her pulse quickened when he
tightened the corset or held her against the wall.

He
got up, stepped back, and admired his work. Of course, it helped that he had
the perfect subject with soft pale skin just right for dark blue rope.

“Oh
my God, this is intense,” she said.

“Good.”

“I
thought you said it was going to be all about you.”

“Oh,
it is all about me, little kitty. Everything you feel, it’s because I did it to
you. Every orgasm you will have this week will be from me, because of me.
You’re close now, aren’t you?”

She
didn’t answer. “When will you come, Master? Shouldn’t you be the one coming
now?”

“That’s
up to me, isn’t it? But I will come and come hard.
When I’m
good and ready to empty every last drop into your sweet mouth.
I’m
enjoying the anticipation.” And he was. He knew where and when his next orgasm
was coming from. He was aching, but the wait was only going to make it that
much better when he finally achieved his release. Now she would be anticipating
too.

SHE
WAS CLOSE. She didn’t want to be, because she had it fixed in her mind that
he’d be the next one to find that kind of pleasure. But there was nothing she
could do about it. Every time she squirmed, the knot rubbed against her clit.
And she couldn’t stop from squirming because of the way the vibrator shook her
pussy and sent its vibrations right through to whatever he had put in her ass.
She couldn’t get away from any of it. And he was standing there, smiling,
watching
her. If ever a man had an evil grin, it was him.

The
ropes were squeezing her breasts too. They felt like they were bulging,
although they didn’t look that way. Still, they were definitely being pressed,
and it wasn’t like wearing a too-tight bra either. And the knot at her belly
button tickled. If she hadn’t been so distracted by everything else, she would
have been annoyed by it, but right now it was one more sensation for her
overloaded brain.

And
still he stood there watching while inside her the vibe hummed away and drove her
crazy. She didn’t think she could actually come this way, not without more in
and out or a more reliable source of friction. The knot that rubbed against her
clit was enough to make her nuts but not quite enough to make her come. If he
pressed down on it, maybe then it would be right. But no, he was just standing
there, watching her from the edge of the room, with his cock rigidly at
attention and the rest of his body relaxed and leaning back against the wall.

A
cock had never looked so
suckable
in her entire life.
She didn’t care how much cum she had to swallow. She wanted it in her mouth, if
only because it would give her some way to act on the sexual need she felt so
strongly. And besides, if his cock was in her mouth, his hands would probably
be on her as well. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. As much as
she had wanted this to be all about him, the state she was in was almost too
much to take. Either it needed to ease up, or she needed to come.
One or the other.
Neither was happening with him across the
room.

“Please.”
Good God, it sounded like she was begging. And begging for what exactly?
For his touch?
For his cock in her mouth?
She never thought she’d beg for that, or even ask for it. Be willing, sure.
Beg? Not a chance. Surely his ego was big enough without that.

He
shook his head.

Now
that was unfair. She bit her lip and tried again. “Please.”

“Please
what?”

Please touch me
. But that would show
to him that even when she said it was his time, she was still totally selfish.
She didn’t want him to think that. Hell, she didn’t want to be that way.
Selfish had always been a way of protecting herself, getting her own in a world
where everyone else was selfish too. Brett had proven he could put her pleasure
first. She wanted to be able to do the same for him. “Please let me suck on
your cock.”

There. I said it. I
don’t have to put on a front with him. Maybe I needed a man who could see right
through me, in order to find out that I was better off being me.

She
saw his eyes widen in surprise, although just for a moment. Then he smiled. “I
don’t think I can deny a request like that.” He walked over, his cock bouncing
until he reached down to grip the shaft in front of his balls. She rolled on
her side to face him, feeling the rope scratch across her clit as she did so.
It wasn’t as rough as it could be, but it definitely wasn’t smooth either. Not
comfortable.
Intense.

He
opened the nightstand drawer.
Reaching for a condom.

She
shook her head. “Please, no, Sir. I trust you, and you said you’ve been tested.
I want to taste you.”

He
hesitated a moment. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

He
held his cock as he guided it into her mouth. Without her hands free, she had
no control. Once she opened her lips to take in the purplish head, he could
slide his cock in as far as he wanted to. Even with his hand covering part of
it, what was left still tickled the back of her throat. There was no way she
could take the whole thing in.

She
breathed. His cock tasted of sweat and musk, much better than strawberry with
a none
too subtle undercurrent of latex. She squeezed her
lips around him and was rewarded with a drop of saltiness onto the back of her
tongue where she could barely taste it.

“Don’t
come until I do,” he said softly.

She
nodded, although maybe all he could see was her bobbing on his cock. The way
her arms were tied, she could reach up and fold her hands around his cock,
replacing his fist. He rocked his hips, sliding back, then into her again,
fucking her mouth. She looked up at him, willing him to take even more control,
to hold her head in his hands. She tried not to think of how her pussy was
tingling and aching. She tried not to think about coming. Naturally, it didn’t
work. She’d been so sure she couldn’t a moment before. Did having his cock in
her mouth make that much of a difference? Or maybe it was that he told her she
couldn’t. What she wanted to concentrate on was him and his pleasure. Just
thinking about not coming wasn’t going to work. She thought about his cock, how
it filled her and stretched her mouth, how it slid between her hands. How it
felt to suck it in. How it almost made her gag, even with her hands covering
the lower part. Her hands were smaller than his. They didn’t cover as much, and
bound, she couldn’t stack them along his shaft. She moved her head forward as
he thrust into her until it was nearly too much. Maybe that would distract her
from coming.

The
moment she thought about what it was distracting her from, though, she almost
came. The vibrator was still buzzing away, and she wasn’t entirely sure the
butt plug hadn’t started vibrating too. It was impossible to sort out anymore.
The vibe in her pussy made the ropes quiver, and the knot had slid to a
particularly effective place against her clit. No, it hadn’t slid. He had
reached down and given it a tug, damn him. If he wanted her to follow orders,
he could make it easier for her.

She
looked up at him, intending to glare, and saw a look of concentration on his
face. He was, she suspected, trying not to come.
So much for
making it easier on her.
At least he was still rocking in her mouth. She
wanted to push him over the edge. She licked his cock as it entered her,
then
sucked it in. She was so close. She wouldn’t be able to
stop herself from coming forever, so she had to make him come.

He
grabbed the rope where the knot pressed against the belly button and wiggled
it. For a blessed moment, it was off her clit. Then it was on again. He was
moving it back and forth.

I’m not going to
last.

Then
he touched the back of her head and pulled her forward.
It’s not up to me anymore. He has complete control
. She was amazed
at how relieved
that made her feel
. With him in
charge, she knew she was going to be okay, whatever happened. She had to hold
on as best she could. It made it easier somehow to succeed.

His
cock thickened in her mouth. She could feel his pulse beating against her
tongue. And then she felt his cock twitch, and she could taste him. He burned
like whiskey as he spurted down her throat, so intense that she lost her
concentration on anything else. Maybe that pushed her over the edge, or it was
the way he tugged on the rope, but either way, she came with him, her pussy
squeezing and throbbing as she swallowed. His cock was all that stopped her
from screaming at the violence of the sensations that ripped through her body.
The plug in her ass felt like it was getting bigger, pulsing inside her, or
maybe she was pulsing around it. The mixture of sensations confused her, but
they made her toes curl and her hands tremble. She felt like sparks were
traveling up the rope along her spine. The ropes around her breasts felt
tighter. His hot seed seemed to numb the inside of her mouth. Everything was
happening all at once.

He
pulled out of her and climbed up on the bed. It took her a moment to realize
she could move her hands to wipe the wet bit that trickled onto her chin; she
felt as if she was so bound she shouldn’t be able to, but that much she could
do. She barely had time to do that before he pulled her to him, holding her
close against his big, strong, very warm body. She shuddered as an aftershock
went through her body. The vibrator was still humming away. If it had been her
in control, it would have been out the moment she started coming or possibly
before as she rubbed it against her clit to push her over. It felt more than
strange having it still there, held by the rope.

He
moved her so that she was on top of him, lying on her back. His cock, pressing
against her bottom, still felt big. He covered a breast with one hand, and he
slipped his other downward, his fingers questing between her mound and the rope
until they reached their destination. A few strokes on her clit
was
all it took to send her shuddering again, although it
was softer this time. She moaned as she laid her head back against his corded
neck.

“Wow,”
she said. It didn’t seem adequate, but it was all she could manage.

“You’re
amazing,” he said.
“So responsive.
So
good.”

“But
it was supposed to be all about you.”

“It
was exactly what I wanted. Couldn’t be any more all about me, little kitty. If
I felt like telling you that you couldn’t come, I would have. I happen to enjoy
your reactions.” He kissed her neck. She felt the vibrator slipping out of her
into his hand, and then a moment later it stopped buzzing. “And I get what I
want.”

“What
do you want?” she asked.

“You.”

“Hmm.”
She grinned and couldn’t hold back her
next comment, although she didn’t think it was very submissive.
“Right answer.”

He
laughed.

She
lay back against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and listening to
him breathe. “Are you going to untie me now?”

“No.”

She
blinked. She hadn’t expected that.
Maybe “in a minute” while
he caught his breath, but not a simple no.
She twisted to look at him.

“I
like the way you look in rope. I might untie your hands and legs when you need
them.
The rest?
No.”

“I
have practice with Cindy tomorrow afternoon.”

He
laughed again, a big chuckle that seemed to rumble from his chest. She loved
his laugh; it was the opposite of a giggle, entirely masculine. “I won’t keep
you tied up that long. But there’s nothing wrong with rope under your dress at
dinner.”

There
wasn’t? She supposed the right dress might conceal it, but she’d still feel
like everyone must know.

He
rolled her over to face him, and the butt plug shifted inside her. “I suppose
that thing in my ass is staying too?” she asked.