by Shayla Black
“I want you to stand here without moving.”
His words were phrased politely, but there was barbed wire beneath them, strong and pointed.
Lizzie remained where he indicated while he fetched the other toys from his closet and placed them on a nightstand. He left her alone in the room and then returned a minute later with a thick sheet of sorts.
Intrigued, she watched while he spread it on top of the comforter. She expected him to tell her to climb up onto it, but he didn’t. Instead, he crossed to a chair and sat. “Come to me, Elizabeth.”
The use of her full name startled her. He’d done it on purpose, she knew. He was changing their relationship, making it more formal, and it had a dizzying effect on her.
Her feet were leaden as she covered the short distance to stand before him, hands secured in front of her, exposed in a way she’d never been before.
“Good.” He smiled again, and she took a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.
His kindness gave her courage.
“Spread your legs wide.”
He offered no assistance. Instead he sat there, expecting her obedience.
This whole thing was more emotionally challenging than she’d imagined it might be. But after hesitating for only a fraction of a second, she did as he said.
“I adore this side of you.” He trailed a finger up the inside of her right thigh and continued until he reached her pussy.
Lizzie moaned when he pulled away.
Then he rubbed between her labia. She wanted to hold on to him and bury her face in his shoulder. As if he knew that, he placed a restraining hand on her hip. With her hands being tied, she was powerless to move.
He stroked her and teased her, bringing her to the point of arousal again. Already he knew how to coax responses from her body.
“Now for your first spanking.” He untied the silken knot before assisting her over his lap. “Touch your fingers to the floor.”
Once she was in position, he jostled her so that she was awkwardly perched, her rear end thrust into the air. Blood rushed to her face, and she knew it was more from embarrassment than from being all but upside down.
She tensed her muscles, anticipating his first spank and the sear of pain that would come with it.
As always, he surprised her. He caressed her thighs and buttocks, making her relax in ways that words would never accomplish.
Then he delivered dozens of small taps that turned her on.
“Do you like this?”
It was too humiliating to admit how much he was arousing her.
He began rubbing her skin again, this time a little faster and harder than before. “You’re doing well. Don’t struggle against whatever is happening to you. Go with it.”
Was he part mind reader?
He spanked her again, harder, then harder still. When she was whimpering, certain she couldn’t take any more, he stroked her pussy, then slid a finger inside her.
“Oh!” She moaned. This was amazing. The spanking pushed her somewhere deep inside her mind, but the way he toyed with her brought her back into her body. The combination was powerful. Suddenly she understood why so many people sought this out.
With slow strokes, he slipped his finger in and out of her, making her wet. She wriggled in a vain attempt to get him to go deeper inside her or bring her to orgasm.
“We’ll go at my pace.” He trapped her legs between his much more powerful ones, leaving her helpless.
She whimpered, and he rewarded her with another sharp dozen spanks and then going back deep inside her again with two fingers spread apart.
Overwhelmed, she cried out his name.
“Enough?”
“No!” Not even close.
From her peripheral vision, she saw him pick up the flogger. She tensed. But he did nothing more than trail the soft leather strands over her shoulders, down her back, across her thighs and ass cheeks before dangling them between her legs.
Then abruptly he tossed the toy onto the nightstand. Then, without speaking, he continued fucking her with his hand until she shattered, coming for him.
Her fingertips could no longer hold her up, and she collapsed, her palms on the floor for support. Tenderly Braden turned her over and gathered her against his strong chest.
Suddenly chilled, she snuggled into him.
“That was your first spanking.”
Not wanting this heady feeling to go away, she remained where she was until her breathing returned to normal.
Before she was quite ready, he helped her up.
“I’d like you to sit at the foot of the bed, Elizabeth.”
That tone… It was as uncompromising as it was forceful. Already, he had the ability to make her mind whirl into a place she’d never been before.
A little unsteadily, she managed the few steps that took her to the middle of the room. Braden remained where he was, watching her. Were her buttocks red? With as tender as her skin felt, they had to be.
Once she was perched on the edge, he stood and walked to her. “Scoot back a little.”
With a little hip shimmy, something she was certain looked ungainly, she did.
“A bit farther, until your bottom is about a foot from me.”
Once he had her where he wanted her, he took hold of her shoulders and eased her down.
“Part your legs so I have access to your pussy.”
Fighting off the instinctive embarrassment, she followed his order.
“Perfect. You’ll be rewarded with extra spanks for that.”
“What?” Extra spanks for behaving?
He left her to reach for the tie, and she turned her head to the side so she could follow his movements. While she watched in fascinated fear, he wrapped its length around one hand, then slowly unwound it before returning to drop it next to her waist.
Then he picked up the blindfold and offered it to her. “Put it on, Elizabeth.”
This part was scarier than she’d imagined. Holding on to a vision of him, she placed the elastic band around her head, then secured the soft black material across her eyes.
“That’s sexy. Now place your hands above your head.”
Slowly she did, wondering where he was, what he was thinking. She was more aware of her body than she had ever been…her hard nipples, the waltz of goose bumps, the dampness between her legs, the scent of sex on her.
He tied her wrists together. “Test the bonds.”
She did, and there was very little slack. He slipped his finger between her skin and the fabric. Checking the fit for himself?
Light, stingy kisses assailed her, and she thrashed about.
He had to be using the flogger and he was using it on every inch of exposed skin, her shins, ribs, shoulders, even her breasts. Not knowing where the tips would land was maddening. “I love it.”
“And leather loves you, Elizabeth.” He let the strands fall on her pussy, not hard, but enough to make her suck in her breath.
Then his mouth was on her, and he was licking her clitoris and pressing his tongue into her.
She needed to touch him and couldn’t. She tossed her head from side to side, unsure if she was trying to escape or asking him to fill her completely.
His oral skills undid her, and she came against his mouth. “Braden!”
Relentlessly, he used the flogger there again, then soothed the hurt with another orgasm.
She lost track of the climaxes and hundreds, even thousands, of bites from his flogger. Lizzie was panting, begging, pleading, offering her whole body to him. She was his to take and use as he pleased.
Then suddenly his voice penetrated the now-familiar place his sex games spiraled her into.
“Are you ready for what’s next, Elizabeth?”
Lizzie froze. How could anything possibly exceed what they’d already done? No matter how apprehensive she was, she wanted to experience everything he had planned for her.
5
Damn. Before he pushed away from the bed, Braden
took a moment to sweep his gaze over Lizzie’s lush, naked body, pink from his flogger. Her long hair was sexy in its mussed disarray. In this moment of wild abandon, Lizzie was even more fucking spectacular than usual.
She tugged against her bondage as she sucked in shallow breaths, and she wiggled about, wordlessly seeking his touch.
His cock throbbed with incessant demand, but he forced himself to ignore it in favor of pleasing her.
He’d never interacted with anyone in quite this way. His reputation was well earned. Braden knew it, and while he wasn’t proud of it, he’d done little to change it. When he scened, he did so with submissives at the local club, and when he dated, it was only with women who understood who he was and made relatively few demands on his time. He was happy to provide lavish gifts and expensive trips, but he’d been unfailingly frank about his decision to remain single. Companionship interested him on occasion, yet for the most part, he was content with running his business and spending time working out.
But Lizzie was different.
From the moment he’d seen her in his closet, something had been different for him. He wanted her with a fierceness he’d never experienced before.
After he kissed her, he realized it was more than that. The scent of her remained in his room and on his body.
At the party, she’d been every bit as in charge as the planner had been. She was competent and coolly collected. No doubt those were traits that made her great in her job as well. But they’d also be fabulous in a wife.
Fuck.
A wife?
Not once had he considered getting married. A few of his friends had fallen in love. Jaxon Mills had been the first to fall, and damn, he’d toppled hard. He’d even heard rumors that Jack Quinn was smitten with Sinead O’Malley, an up-and-coming musician and songwriter who had once been Jack’s sworn enemy.
While Braden celebrated with his friends when they started looking at diamond rings, he silently questioned their sanity. Why bother? Half—or more—marriages ended in a hellishly expensive divorce. And how many of the ones that lasted were happy unions? He had to look no further than his own parents for that answer. Married over thirty years. Living in separate houses for more than two decades. Not for him.
But Lizzie…
When he’d needed a break from his grandparents’ celebration, he sought her out. Kissing her was spectacular. Her responses were honest and uninhibited. He couldn’t wait to get her alone, and their connection grounded him. He liked having her in his house, and in his life, and especially his bed.
What would it take to keep her there?
Taking care not to tug on her hair, Braden removed her blindfold. She blinked against the light and fixed her gaze on him before gifting him with a slow, soft smile. “I want to be able to watch your reactions.”
He stood to light the tapered candlestick. “Keep your legs spread. Unless you would like me to tie them for you?”
Frantically she shook her head, but she didn’t protest or use a safe word. Which meant she trusted him.
While she watched, he drizzled some of the wax onto the front of his hand, offering her silent reassurance.
She pressed her lips together, and he waited for a pool of liquid to form before tipping the candle and spilling it all onto her belly.
With a moan, she arched her back. Braden swiped a finger through the wax to dissipate the heat and create an artistic swirl.
Rather than ask what she thought of it, he pressed his thumb to her clit.
“Oh…”
Lizzie was still every bit as damp as she had been earlier. It was unbelievably easy to turn her on, and that made him want to wring orgasm after orgasm from her.
He moved his hand higher, toward the hollow of her throat. With her mouth parted, she closed her eyes. “Keep them open. I want to be able to watch your reactions.”
“I’ll try.”
He moved his wrist to the left a bit to drizzle the melted wax onto her skin. As she panted, he continued, moving lower, between her breasts and rib cage, down her belly, to the top of her pubic bone.
She started to close her legs.
“Elizabeth.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
But he had no intention of going there…yet. Braden continued down her right leg, then across to her left. She exhaled a shaky, relieved sigh. Without stopping, he went on, decorating his way back up the insides of her thighs.
This time, when he reached her pussy, he stopped to lick her. He fingered her, finding her G-spot, and then he continued to tongue her until she began thrusting her hips in feminine demand.
Braden pulled back then, parted her labia, and kissed her swollen clit with the wax.
“Oh sweet God!” Then she screamed Braden’s name as she came.
He grinned. She was absolutely perfect for him. “We’re not done.”
“I’m not sure how much more I can take.” Her eyes were wide, and she’d arched her back off the mattress.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” Relentlessly he continued with the candle, moving his hand in various ways to cover swaths of her body, creating a work of art on her beautiful breasts.
Then he toyed with her left nipple. “I remember you’re sensitive.”
“More than ever, after what we’ve already done.”
He held the tip between his thumb and forefinger, then moved the candle closer than he had when he’d decorated her clit. Intentionally Braden drew out the moment, enjoying the sight of her as she stared, wide-eyed, waiting for him to act. “Do you want this, Elizabeth?”
“It’s so…”
“Do you?”
She stared at the flame. “Yes.”
Braden drizzled the wax on her imprisoned nipple.
This time, when she closed her eyes, he didn’t insist she open them. He’d seen what he needed to through the worst of it. Excitement, even if it was laced with trepidation.
For minutes, he continued on, randomly marking her, never letting her know what to expect. Sometimes he was mere inches from her skin. At others, he was almost a foot away as he created a sensory experience he hoped she’d always remember.
While she was lost, murmuring soft sighs, he blew out the flame, then touched her knee. “I’ll be right back.”
She shook her head in silent protest.
As promised, he wasn’t gone long. When he returned, he dabbed her pussy with a clean cloth, then wiped off the wax with a damp one. He spread her apart as he dried her. She appeared a little tender from their evening, and that made him grin. Tomorrow, there was no doubt she’d remember everything they’d shared.
“Are we going to have sex?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Thank God.”
Deciding to leave the rest of his artwork in place, Braden dropped the cloth on the sheeting. “I’ll take that in a positive way?”
“Yes!” Exasperation and urgency tinged her answer.
He took a condom from a drawer in the nightstand. “How are your arms?”
“They’re fine.” She shrugged a few times as if to prove it.
For a second he debated what to do. He’d enjoy having her sheath him. But keeping her tied appealed to his kinky side, and as a bonus, he’d be inside her faster. That thought swayed his decision.
He checked her bondage to be sure she hadn’t lost circulation. Regardless, he didn’t want to leave her much longer. Which was fine. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait to be inside her.
Lizzie stared at him as he removed his underwear.
“Oh.”
“Oh?” He grinned.
“Oh!” She closed her legs. “That’s… I mean you’re…”
“I haven’t had a lot of complaints.” He rolled the condom down his cock, then he captured her ankles and drew her toward him. “Lift your legs for me.” He continued to guide her, until he had her in the position he wanted, with her ankles framing his head and her pelvis flush with his.
Braden insert
ed two fingers, moving them slowly in and out, spreading her, making sure she was ready for him before pressing his shaft against her entrance. “Breathe. We’ll do this slowly.”
She nodded. Once she took a breath, he slid his cockhead inside her, then immediately pulled back.
He repeated the motion again and again, going a little deeper with each stroke as she became wetter. Finally he thrust hard one last time and filled her completely.
In sweet invitation, her pussy muscles snuggled around him. They fit together well, and he’d happily do this with her every day for the rest of his life.
That realization almost made him lose control, so he stopped and feathered his fingers across her clit.
“Braden…” Her voice trailed off, and she pressed her mouth closed.
Slowly he once again began to move, and he leaned forward a couple of inches, forcing her legs apart and allowing him a little deeper inside her.
She whimpered.
“Too much?”
“I’m just… No. Close…”
He stroked her pussy harder and he shortened his strokes, ensuring he stayed deep, creating a cadence that would allow her to surrender. Then he reached for her left nipple and pinched it hard.
She arched her back, using her legs for leverage, and screamed as she orgasmed.
If there was a sweeter sound, he hadn’t heard it.
He waited while she rode it out, murmuring words of approval, letting her know how perfect she was.
Only then did he resume fucking her, losing himself in her sweetness.
Braden’s balls drew up, and he gritted his back teeth as he ejaculated deep inside her.
He continued to hold onto her until his breathing returned to normal and he once again became aware of the world around him.
Lizzie was looking up at him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her head was tilted to one side as she studied him.
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she admitted.
Neither did he. The connection he shared with her was unlike any other. For the first time in his life, a woman had gotten to him, made him consider a future.
Now that he’d found her, he didn’t plan to let her go.