Crime & Punishment 2: Master Delacroix (16 page)

Nathan reached out and took the small flogger John handed him. “That’s just one of the things I plan to do to you. How quickly you do as I say will determine how hard I am on you and whether or not I let you come.”

Her mouth dropped open, but Nathan’s firm expression gave her pause before he looked away to grab the straps the bartender handed him. Could he really keep her from coming?

“Yes, I can. Now lie back,” he said as he turned back to her.

Connelly frowned. “I didn’t say anything.”

Nathan had a shocked look on his face before quickly covering it up. “Lay back, sub, before I make you.”

“Oh, like you’re not making me now,” she quipped as she moved to her back.

Nathan slapped her on the side of the leg with the small flogger he held in his hand. She jerked in surprise and fought the moan that wanted so desperately to spew forth. Just that one sting had her pussy tingling in need.

“I need to have my head examined,” she mumbled softly to herself.

She watched breathlessly as Nathan tied down her arms and waist. When he pressed her legs back and spread them wide, she gasped. Cool air hit her damp pussy, making her shiver despite the heat of the early summer evening. The sun was almost completely down now. The soft lantern lights glowered in muted colors around the pool area.

Connelly closed her eyes and listened to the sounds around her, trying her best not to think about how spread open she was in front of anyone who wished to see. Thank God she’d waxed. Water splashed as guests jumped into the pool. A couple of girls giggled, and Connelly bristled, hoping they weren’t laughing at her very provocative position. Men talked in low voices, but she couldn’t quite make out what they said.

If she could, maybe it would take her mind off the way Nathan was securing her legs back against her chest, leaving her unable to lower them.

“Lovely submissive, Master Delacroix,” someone said, and Connelly opened her eyes to see who.

A younger man, probably late twenties or early thirties, stood next to Nathan, admiring his restraining work.

“Is she new?” he asked.

“Yes,” Nathan replied, but he kept his eyes on her.

The young man’s gaze swept over her body. “I look forward to seeing you again,” he purred before walking away, leaving her feeling…cheap.

Suddenly, her arousal turned to doubt and insecurity. She had these incredible sensations with Nathan, but would she have them with any man? Would anyone with a flogger or paddle do to satisfy her shockingly insatiable hunger for rough sex?

The fingers of the small flogger that Nathan held landed across her labia with a stinging slap. She yelled and glanced at her Master, wondering what she’d done wrong.

“Your mind is wandering,” Nathan said. “Focus, Connelly. Keep your attention and thoughts on me and what I’m about to do to you.”

She swallowed. “You’re some sort of witch, aren’t you?”

“A witch?” Nathan asked, although the delight in his gaze contradicted the harshness of his earlier tone.

“How else would you know what I’m thinking?”

“I read your body. Your reactions. It’s not that difficult if you’re paying attention.”

She eyed him skeptically. Why did she have the feeling there was so much more to it? No one could possibly be that observant.

Could they?

The touch of his fingers spreading her labia drove any thoughts of mind reading right out of her head. His fingers were gentle, his breath warm as he blew against her opening. She tried to lift her hips toward his face, but the straps kept her pinned in place. She couldn’t move even a small fraction of an inch. She was completely at his mercy, and that alone had her panting for more.

“Your pussy is wet, pet. But let’s see if we can get it wetter.”

He flicked the small flogger, hitting her just below her clit. Her labia warmed as the leather strips slid against her skin. Connelly bit her lip and moaned. He hadn’t hit her very hard but hard enough to send a jolt of heat to her womb. With a twist of his wrist, he whacked her again, this time with more force. Connelly drew in a sharp breath at the harsh sting, but that pain quickly morphed into an aching need.

“Another,” she whispered.

Chuckling, Nathan obliged, hitting her with the same intensity as before. She shuddered, unable to stop the rising tide of lust as the pleasure-pain raced through her lower body. It hurt, but it felt so good. Every part of her body warmed and tensed with unanswered hunger.

He slapped the leather against her one more time and then leaned down to lick between her folds in wicked strokes. He teased her opening before moving upward to circle her swollen clit.

She groaned in pleasure while trying to lift her hips against the restraints, only to growl in frustration at not being able to move closer to his heavenly kiss. Nathan chuckled and pulled his mouth away.

“Getting there,” he said before swatting her with the flogger once more. “I like my pussies good and wet, so I slide in easily and fill that pussy up.”

His words sent another current of need through her body that had her panting loudly. He moved the flogger to the backs of her thighs, and she mumbled in disappointment, wanting him to return between her legs.

“We’ll get there, pet. I’ll return and torture that little pussy till you can’t take it anymore and beg me to make you come.”

She was already close to that now. He worked the flogger up the backs of her legs, then down toward her pussy again. He flicked the leather hard, right at her opening, and she thought she might scream from the intense pleasure that held her tight in its grip.

To her disappointment, he backed off and left her gasping for more.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“My pace, pet,” he replied. “And I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

Connelly gulped, unsure how much more she could take.

“I think she needs these.”

She opened her eyes to see Daniel hand Nathan two nipple clamps. Her nipples were already sore from earlier, and she shook her head, hoping Nathan would heed her silent plea. She should’ve known better.

With a wicked grin, he walked to the side and used his fingers to pinch her nipple into a tight bud. She winced at first, but then the pain began to turn into something else, something close to what the flogging had done.

“That’s my girl,” Nathan said as he placed the clamp on her extended nub.

He repeated the process with the other one and had her practically begging by the time he placed the second jeweled clamp in place.

“Now. That’s much better,” he murmured before returning to his spot between her legs.

He whacked her pussy with the flogger, catching her right labia with a stinging slap. She moaned loudly enough she was sure everyone in the pool area heard her. He repeated the blow on the left labia, just barely missing her clit. She wanted him to hit her there so bad she could hardly breathe.

Please, please. Smack my clit. Please oh, please.

Instead, Nathan moved the flogger lower, catching her just below her opening. Connelly growled in vexation. She wanted to come, damn it.

The slaps stopped, and she whined. She had no idea what she said, and frankly wasn’t sure she cared. God, where would she ever find another man that could do this to her? Who could make her feel this way? She didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, her pussy needed something inside it so badly her walls quivered and her stomach knotted.

“Master, please.”

“Deep breaths, pet.”

Connelly drew in one deep breath, then another. Her desire slowly ebbed, but it still clung just below the surface. Once she’d settled down, Nathan stepped forward and used his thumbs to spread her labia. He smeared one slowly through the cream coating her opening, and she mewled like a contented kitten.

He pressed his thumb inside, and she thought she would combust.

“Nice and slick,” he said. “Exactly as I like them.”

“Then fuck me, please,” she said, no longer caring that everyone heard her.

“Not yet.”

He pulled his thumb free. Connelly moved her head from side to side as she fought the straps holding her down.

Nathan struck the back of her thigh with his palm. “Be still!”

She immediately froze. Not because it had hurt but because of the tone of his voice. It was so commanding and firm and so damn sexy. She wanted him to boss her around more. Tell her what to do in that deep, totally hot voice of his.

She felt his breath against her mound seconds before his lips touched her labia. Connelly jerked harshly, her orgasm barely beyond her reach. Nathan kissed her opening, teasing her with deep swipes of his tongue. Her entire lower body spasmed in reaction. He changed tactics on her, moving the tip of his tongue in slow figure eights in the sensitive spot between her opening and clit.

She thought she might die. Every part of her felt oversensitive, every sound dulled and forgotten as he continued to torment her. She gave no more thought to the crowd around them. All she could think about was Nathan’s talented mouth and how good his cock would feel if he’d just give it to her.

“Master, please,” she yelled in desperation.

In response, Nathan moved away. Connelly gasped in shock. “No,” she cried. “Damn it.”

“When I say,” Nathan replied quietly.

“I swear if I could get my hands on you, I’d hit you,” she snarled.

“Somebody gets mean when they get horny,” Nathan said, but Connelly could hear the smile in his voice as well as the chuckles from the other Doms around the bar watching them.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, although truthfully she wasn’t sure she meant it. She just wanted him to put her out of her misery.

“I think perhaps I need to cool this pussy down a bit.”

Nathan reached for something on the bar by Connelly’s head. She frowned as she realized it was a small cube of ice.

“What are you doing?” she asked, but Nathan remained silent.

He placed the ice-cold cube on her labia and slowly slid it downward. She gasped at the cold against her skin that hurt almost like a sting. He moved to the other labia, repeating the same motion. When he slid it between her labia, gently circling her opening, Connelly cried out and jerked at the wickedly odd sensation. She wanted more, but she could tell the ice was melting. As it did, he moved his fingers lower between the cheeks of her ass. She shivered as he circled her tight anal opening, teasing it with what was left of the ice.

“Better now,” he whispered as his hand fell away.

No. I want you so much my whole body hurts.

“Say it, Connelly,” Nathan said softly.

At first, she wasn’t sure what he meant. “I…I want you.”

“You want me to what?” he asked casually.

Oh, yeah. She’d definitely hit him.

“Make me come.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He whacked her clit with the flogger, and she screamed as her body instantly erupted into a violent orgasm. Every tap of the leather against her sensitive nub made her pussy clench and quiver. Her womb tensed and jerked as a powerful wave of her release sped through her lower extremities.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, panting. “Please. I want more.”

He swatted her again, and she shivered in orgasmic delight.

One more, oh, just one more.

He didn’t give it to her, and she whined in utter disappointment. If she wasn’t tied down, she’d be undulating like a cat in heat.

Nathan quickly undid her straps and helped her to a sitting position. She was still so hot and ripe with need, she wiggled against the bar, trying to rub her clit against it.

“Patience, pet,” Nathan murmured as he helped her down.

The second her feet landed on the floor, her legs shook, and she almost fell. Nathan quickly lifted her in his arms and headed across the patio. He walked with purpose, determination, and Connelly wondered where they were going.

“Nathan?” she asked as he left the pool deck and moved down a small concrete path to the guesthouse.

“I wanted somewhere a little more private when I fuck you this time,” he replied.

Connelly’s entire body shook at his words. Leaning forward, she kissed his neck softly as he opened the door and quickly stepped inside the small house.

Chapter Sixteen

Connelly didn’t pay any attention to her surroundings. All she could think about was the fact that Nathan was going to fuck her again. She’d have him inside her. The walls of her channel clenched at the thought.

He set her knees on the bed but kept his arm around her waist as he dipped his head to kiss her. It was hard, hungry, demanding, and so good Connelly had to hold tight to keep from falling. God, she loved the way he kissed. It was the kiss of a dominating man. A man who knew what he wanted, and if his kiss and the erection pressing against her stomach were any indication, he wanted her.

That knowledge warmed her and gave her enough confidence to reach into his swim trunks and cup his enormous shaft.

He’d been right—he had hurt at first, but that changed almost instantly the second he’d become fully sheathed inside her. His cock stretched her so tight she could feel every beat of his heart through her walls. She wanted to feel it again. She wanted him to dominate her by entering her from behind.

Nathan broke the kiss and growled, “Turn around and brace your hands on the headboard.”

On wobbly legs, Connelly did as he demanded. She glanced at him over her shoulder just as he put one knee on the bed. He gripped a handful of her hair in his fist and jerked her head back.

“Is this how you like it, pet?” he purred dangerously, making her shiver. “Rough and from behind?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He positioned himself behind her hips and teased her by rubbing his length against her pussy. Connelly whimpered, working her hips along with his.

“I remembered the condom this time,” he murmured as he let go of her hair so he could spank her ass.

The pain sent a burst of heat to her womb.

“Now I can slide inside this wet pussy and burrow deep and hard. Would you like that, pet?”

“Yes,” she hissed as he teased her opening with the head of his shaft.