Dangerous Kisses (Siren Publishing Classic) (16 page)

“Yes!” The word left her on a strangled cry. The insurmountable pleasure dulled the sharp pain in a mix of mind-numbing bliss. She started to relax even as he fingered her deeper, withdrew and added a second finger to the party. Her muscles gave only a little, leaving a trace of stinging discomfort as he worked his fingers inside as deep as he could reach.

“Ah, Christ, that’s amazing. If you think this feels good, wait until I fuck you here.” He spread more lube on her rear, worked it into her anus, and backed both fingers out again.

“Please, no.” Her pussy flamed, the orgasm holding steady and firm just beyond release to keep her mindless and wanting. “Don’t stop.”

Drake chuckled softly, and she felt him bend over her to brush a kiss to the back of her shoulder. “Believe me, I don’t want to stop, but you aren’t ready for me to fuck that tight ass just yet. Now, take a deep breath. This might sting just a little.”

She took a deep breath, knowing what was coming next. The stinging pain he warned her about had the breath pushing out of her lungs on a loud groan. It hurt, but the pain quickly dissolved into unspeakable pleasure.

“Damn, that’s beautiful, almost as pretty as it will be to see my cock there instead of the plug. That’s what I just put inside you, a butt plug. It will help to stretch your muscles and prepare you to take my cock inside you when it’s time. I’ll remove it in a few hours, but right now it will serve to give you a taste of double penetration.”

A few hours? Double penetration?
The questions stopped circling in her mind when his hands slid up her body, guiding her to straighten in front of him. He nipped her shoulder and licked his way up the side of her neck.

“Are you ready for more?”

Chapter Seven

Yes.
If more meant he planned to come inside her, to fuck her until they both woke all his neighbors with the screams of their releases, she was beyond ready for it. The plug in her anus shifted slightly as she turned to face him. His hand glided over her ass, a finger pressing at the end of the plug, and her eyes fluttered closed on another wash of the pleasure-pain her body was already starting to accept with ease, even longing to feel it again when the sensations subsided.

Unable to find her voice, she answered him with a nod. He took her hand, led her down the hallway, and through an opened door. She spotted the platform at the end of his bed first and ripples of wicked apprehension surged through her.

“What is that?” The words trembled slightly as she looked at him and caught the sheer domination swirling in his eyes.

“Pleasure like you have never felt before.” His vague answer only rocked her insides more. “Would you like a few minutes to figure it out yourself or are you ready for me to show you?”

She looked at the platform, at the flat, carpeted board suspended by a long single step on either side, and her heart kicked into a cadence that threatened to pound it right out of her chest. “Show me.”

He pulled her toward the object, turned her to face it, then nuzzled his nose against her ear. “Kneel on the step.”

She did as he ordered, struggling to control her shaking limbs as she lowered her knees to the step. The length of the step was long enough to support her legs from her knees to her ankles.

“Do you trust me?”

Her mind swam with visions of him shackling her to the wall, pinning her against the stilt of the pier, walking toward her with sheer menace in his eyes when she found the knife at the side of the tank. Though she knew better, she couldn’t keep the thought that this man was a prime suspect in a murder investigation from surfacing to her mind. Yet, she nodded and said what she knew he wanted to hear, tasting the truth of her own word. “Yes.”

Seconds later a black cloth covered her eyes. Blindfolded, her already rapidly thumping heart slammed into quadruple time. With her sight taken away, her other senses immediately took over. She felt the heat of his body behind her, heard his soft, even breaths, smelled his innate scent mixed with the sweet aroma of their own arousal.

“Relax,” he told her softly, his calm baritone thick with authority and hunger. “Give me control, Megan. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

She swallowed and closed her eyes behind the blindfold. “Yes.”

His hand on her back guided her forward until her body rested on the longest board of the platform. Her breast dangled over the edge, her hands flattening on the carpeted floor on either side.

She felt the warmth of his body leave her and sensed him walk around to her head. Then his long fingers closed around her right forearm, placed her hand on the step below her head, and fastened a strap around her wrist. He did the same with her left wrist, strapping her securely to the step.

She guessed what was coming next when he returned behind her, when she felt his palms glide down her thighs to her bent knees and finally her ankles. He secured her ankles in the same gentle manner he had done to her wrists, and she gasped in surprise when the step beneath her legs began to separate, spreading her bound legs wide.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he growled.

She couldn’t get a bead on where he stood anymore, didn’t know if he was still behind her or had walked back to her head. She got her answer in the next instant when he fisted a hand in the back of her hair and pulled her head up.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve stared at this thing and pictured you strapped to it this way.” His lips brushed her forehead, and he released her hair, his hands immediately closing around her dangling breasts. “Seeing it is far better than I ever imagined.”

He fondled her nipples until they beaded to tight points. “You might want to take a deep breath for this.”

Alarm raced down her spine. “Why? What are you going to do?”

“I didn’t say ask questions. I said take a deep breath.”

Megan breathed deep, the air shuddering out of her lungs a nanosecond later as intense twin darts of pleasurable pain shot from her nipples straight to her pussy. Her body barely had time to adjust to the sensation before she felt him behind her again, felt something impressively large press inside her pussy. A mewling cry left her lips as senses collided with sensations, as the orgasm started to claw its way through her channel.

A dildo, not his cock.
She easily knew that, remembered the feel of him being inside her, how much wider and longer his dick had been than the object he had pushed into her. The dildo felt larger, though, with the butt plug still in her anus taking up much-needed space.

“How does that feel, Megan?”

His husky words penetrated the riot of devilish pleasure ripping through her mind and body. “Ah, God.” She couldn’t find any other words to say, couldn’t form a coherent thought around the painful bliss wreaking havoc on her soul.

“I’ll take that as good.”

She heard a smile in his voice coupled with satisfaction.

“How about this?” A simultaneous and fierce vibration started in her anus, her pussy, and on both nipples as the toys he had put inside her and attached to her began to move.

She let out a strangled scream as her body quivered from the pulsations, speeding toward a deep sea of pleasure she feared might drown her. The vibrations stopped as quickly as they had begun and she cried out again, this time in tortured protest.

“Please, Drake. Oh, God. Please.” She didn’t care how needy she sounded. She would beg if she must. Her body flamed from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, every part of her pleading for more, for a release she knew would be unlike any orgasm she had ever had.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

He teased her as he had the night before at the bar, turning on the vibrations just long enough to send her spiraling to the edge, then switching them off again. He settled into a maddening pattern, allowing her to believe he would let her orgasm, then yanking that belief away so fast her body started to weep from the sheer torture.

“I know you’ve wanted this, hungered to experience it. Is this the kind of thing you’ve masturbated to at night, Megan? Is this what your submissive demon has needed to feel truly satisfied?”

Yes.
Her mind screamed the word, but she couldn’t seem to put it to voice. It was seedy, it was sinful, it was exactly what she had longed to feel almost from the moment she met him, from the instant she saw the shadows of domination in his eyes.

“I like control, Megan. I thrive on it. I’ve got a demon inside me, too, one that is feeding on seeing you like this. Damn, I’m so fucking horny right now. My cock is aching to be inside you.”

“Please,” she pleaded weakly. She wanted his cock inside her, needed to feel his powerful thrusts as he fucked her to oblivion.

“Not yet. I told you I wanted to see those pussy lips swollen for me, pouting for me. They aren’t there yet.”

The dildo stopped vibrating, and he pulled it out of her pussy. She teetered on the brink of delirium, wanting desperately to beg for it back when she felt something cool lay across her ass. The sensation disappeared almost instantly, but the sting it brought in its return drew a sound from her lips that mirrored that of a wounded animal. The next slap of the leather to her flesh fanned her pussy, spreading the stinging heat through her very core.

“Your skin is pinking for me perfectly.” The leather connected again, smacking at her sensitized pussy lips, and she whimpered. “Damn, baby, it’s beautiful.
You’re
beautiful.”

“And
you’re
killing me,” she managed through gritted teeth. No man had ever treated her so viciously, so spectacularly, expertly keeping her teetering on the edge while he delivered pain and pleasure in soul-stealing amounts.

He chuckled,
the bastard
, and she heard something hit the floor.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m killing myself.”

She felt his hands flatten on her sides, felt the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind her, felt the coarse hairs of his thighs against the back of her own and knew he was finally naked, finally planning to fuck her. Somewhere, she found the strength to wriggle her ass and he laughed again, this time the sound huskier and more tortured.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you what you want now. I can’t wait another second to be inside you. Damn, woman, what you do to me should be illegal.”

“What I do to you?” she gasped in surprise. “Come to think of it, what you’re doing to me probably
is
illegal.”

“Then arrest me, Detective Pontius, because I refuse to stop.”

He pushed his cock inside her pussy in a single thrust that took him all the way in, immediately settling into a brisk pace that had his body slapping against hers. His groin bumped the plug in her anus on the inward thrusts, pushing it deeper as he drove his cock inside her. The combination of the penetrations, of the sounds of his ragged breaths, of the feel of his heart pounding against her back as he folded his body over hers catapulted her over the edge.

The orgasm tore through her, shaking her violently as sanity became a thing of the past. She thrashed against her bindings, screaming from the pleasure, not caring about anything but feeling his seed fill her. He gave it to her in the next instant, growling loudly as he found his own release.

Breathless, useless, Megan felt every muscle collapse as she passed out, still tethered to the platform.

* * * *

Shit, did I push her too far?

Drake struggled to get his breathing under control as he pulled his cock from Megan’s amazing pussy and pushed himself to his feet. He had felt her go limp after her orgasm, heard her breathing catch before settling into a rhythm that actually alarmed him. He walked around her, kneeled near her head, and peered down at her.

Her angelic face erased his worries. She had passed out on him. He had never had a woman do that before, but damn if she hadn’t done it twice now. Of course, the first time had been from sheer exhaustion while they were lying in her bed talking.

And what makes now any different other than the location and the fact that you just fucked her brains out?

Nothing, he supposed. He was knocking on the doors of exhaustion himself. But her comfort and well-being was his first concern.

Gently, he untied the blindfold from her eyes, took the clamps off her nipples, released the binds on her wrists, and moved to do the same to her ankles. When she didn’t even flinch as he tenderly eased the butt plug from her ass, he knew she was down for the count.

Chuckling to himself, he scooped her into his arms, a band twisting around his heart as she snuggled her cheek against his chest. She made a soft “Mmm” sound as he carried her to the bed and slowly lowered her in the center of the mattress.

He left her sleeping while he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and returned with a warm washcloth to do the same to her. Her eyes fluttered open when he touched her pussy with the cloth, and she looked down at him through heavily-lidded eyes.

“Thanks.” She sounded hoarse, sleepy, and way too damn sexy.