Master of the Abyss

Chapter Five

Kallie swallowed hard as her imagination went wild. What did he mean…“do to her”?

Hell, what was she thinking, agreeing to this? But she wanted tonight-wanted more than one, but oh, well. Over the past few days, she’d had time to think and had decided that she could handle the limits he’d put on their relationship. The other times she’d been tossed aside had come as a total shock. Knowing up front that he didn’t plan to stay with her, she wouldn’t be surprised when he moved on. That had to be better.

He undid the top buttons of her flannel shirt and slid his hand inside. The touch of his fingers on her breast and the slight abrasion from his roughened skin made her toes curl. She saw his lips curve up as he teased her nipple. God, her knees were liable to give out.

“What is your real name?” he asked, switching to the other breast.

“What?”

His eyes darkened.

Oops. A sub didn’t ask questions. “Ka-LEEN-da, spelled K-A-L-I-N-D-A. My mother said my father was born in India.”

“Ah. That’s where your gorgeous eyes come from.”

Gorgeous? She had gorgeous eyes? She looked down to hide how much pleasure his compliment gave her.

“Considering the size of the Masterson men, you must have inherited your height from your father’s side.”

He was calling her a scrawny midget, wasn’t he? She scowled at him.

After threading his fingers in her short hair, he pulled her head back, and his voice turned rough enough to match the skin on his hands. “I don’t like being glared at by submissives.”

She tried to move and discovered his grip had her completely in his power. Helpless. Her whole lower half seemed to melt.

“I’ll accept an apology this once. The next time, you’ll be punished.”

Punished? The thought sent warring sensations through her: heat at the memory of being spanked and the shattering orgasm afterward-and then anger at his threat.

“Kalinda. I’m waiting.”

She stared up at him. Firelight flickered over his stern face, heightened his cheekbones, and shadowed his eyes-and she wanted him so badly she shook with it. “I’m sorry, Jake,” she whispered.

“Very well done, sprite.” Still holding her head back, he brushed his mouth across hers and bit her jaw. The small pain jolted through her and sizzled her insides. His lips were gentle, warm, and he took his time, nuzzling under her ear, nibbling on the curve between her shoulder and neck. Never letting her move as he pleased himself. As he set her every nerve to quivering with need.

She wanted to touch him, to grab his shoulders, lace her hands behind his head, but somehow, barely, she kept her hands at her sides. The effort of obeying his unspoken wishes-of pleasing him-sent sparkles of excitement shooting into every nerve.

He straightened and studied her. One corner of his mouth turned up. “Good little sprite,” he murmured. “Working so nicely to stay still.”

She had only a second to enjoy the pleasure of his words before he took her mouth hard. Possessively. The way he kissed was more devastating than she remembered. When he lifted his head and pulled her into his arms, she laid her cheek on his broad chest. His erection pressed against her lower abdomen, and satisfaction filled her. He wanted her too.

A laugh rumbled under her ear, and she realized he was watching the others. She tried to turn to see. His grip only tightened. Not a chance. “Gentlemen, when you are finished, join me and my sub, please.”

His sub. The sound of that was…much too nice. She shouldn’t like it, but she did. She put her arms around his waist and sighed when he didn’t stop her. He had the fragrance of soap-he must have washed by the creek-and a head-spinning, masculine scent. Pushing her face against him, she sniffed. Why did he have to smell so good?

He chuckled. “I enjoy the way you smell too, sugar. Like vanilla ice cream.”

She heard footsteps as the other two men arrived.

“Very good. Now look at your sub. Study her. Has her breathing increased? Is she flushed? Did your actions arouse her-and how can you tell? Each woman is different. Pay attention, and don’t assume anything.”

He paused. After putting his arm around Kallie, he moved her to stand beside him, facing the men.

Her cheeks heated. This was a mistake; these were her clients. She tried to pull away, but he had her trapped.

“Gentlemen, like your wives, Kallie is a career woman and the best guide in the area, as you’ve seen. For this evening, for the enjoyment of us both, she chooses to give up control to me.” He glanced down at her, and a corner of his mouth turned up. “However, if I tried this without her acceptance, she’d probably cripple me for life. As you work out the parameters of your play with your partner, remember that a woman can delight in submission with the right man and in the right place, and yet rip the guts out of someone in the boardroom the next day.”

Kallie met his gaze, warmed at the understanding. Her breath sighed out; she hadn’t realized she’d been holding it. All right then. It helped to remember the two women here also had careers.

Jake ruffled her hair, then closed his fist around the short strands, pulling her head back as he’d done earlier. His other hand cupped her cheek. She felt the warmth of his body as he pulled her closer. “Steve, Andrew, you’ve started seeing how verbal control works. Physical control is very similar-exerting your will and keeping your submissive feeling helpless. She must know she has no choice except to do what you want and take what you give.

“Holding a submissive by the hair succeeds on a couple of levels. Immobilizing her so you can enjoy.” Jake kissed her. “Baring her neck to you-the animal in us interprets that as the ultimate submission. There is nothing more vulnerable than a throat.” His free hand curved around her neck to press very, very lightly, and a flash of instinctive fear shook her.

Jake turned her and pulled her back until her bottom rested against his thighs. After trapping her with an arm around her waist, he started flipping open the snaps on her shirt.

“Hey!”

“Be still.”

She bit her tongue to silence a protest. Her heart pounded. Hellfire, this would be the time she went without a bra or tank top.

“Good girl,” he said, the roughness in his voice gone. He nuzzled her cheek in approval, and warmth filled her.

When he stopped, her shirt hung open. “Part of the exchange of power is that your submissive agrees that her body belongs to you: to use, to show, to share at your will. However, each sub has her limits, and you must discover those. Some won’t want any play except in private and in the bedroom, some desire a little public exhibition, some won’t mind if you let others touch her, and some will be thrilled if you give her to others to enjoy.”

Horror went through Kallie at his last words. Share her with these men? She shoved at the immovable arm around his waist.

“As a dominant, you’ll have your own limits also. For example, I enjoy sharing the beauty of my submissive, but I’m too possessive to let anyone touch.”

Oh. She relaxed slowly, curling her fingers around his muscular forearm and leaning back against him.

When he closed his hand over her breast, she inhaled sharply. No questions, no hesitation; he just took what he wanted. Like he’d been saying. His warm palm covered her.

“Your heart is pounding, little sub,” he whispered in her ear.

Fear, trust, worry. Arousal. She felt as if she’d climbed on a rollercoaster of emotions, and it was a good thing he was holding her up.

“Gentlemen, you’ll find blindfolds in my pack. If you are uncertain at some point or feel that you’re taking too long to figure out a piece of equipment or bondage technique, simply blindfold your sub. Not only does it remove the pressure of someone watching, but it also increases the sensual enjoyment and anticipation for your woman. Touch her as you’re restraining her. Watch how she strains upward toward your hand.”

His fingers closed on Kallie’s nipple, squeezing the sensitive peak, and the pleasure was so acute she arched her back.

Jake chuckled and continued, “I’ve set up equipment around the campsite and flagged the spots. Show each one to your sub. Keep your hands on her, listen closely to her, and discover which type of bondage sets her heart to pounding. If it also appeals to you, then use it. Call me if you have questions or problems.”

From the flushed faces and obvious erections, the two men were definitely ready. Of course, watching Jake playing with her breasts probably hadn’t cooled them off any. Sure hadn’t cooled her off.

While the men headed back to their wives, Jake guided Kallie over to the fire and took a seat on a log. He made Kallie straddle his legs, facing him. “Last time, we didn’t discuss all the various types of play. Bearing in mind what you’ve read or seen, is there anything that you hate the idea of doing?”

He slid his hands under her open shirt and settled around her waist. Not only steadying her on his knees, but the unwavering grip let her know he intended to keep control. My body is his. She shivered at the appalling…erotic…thought.

“Kallie, answer me.”

Oops. What did she hate in the reading she’d done, or at the party? “I don’t want holes poked in me or scars or anything to make me bleed.”

He nodded, his gaze on her eyes, her mouth, her hands, her body. Reading her like he’d told the other men. “Go on.”

Why did he have such a rumbling, deep voice? As his thumbs stroked over her lower ribs, everything on her body seemed to scream more! Her breasts had swollen and were now so sensitive she could feel the cool air alternating with his warmer breath. Between her legs felt so puffy that her jeans were uncomfortable. What would he do if she yanked her clothes off and just climbed on him?

Probably spank her.

She shivered.

His lips curved. “I think your mind went off task, little sub.” He brushed his knuckles over her bunched nipples. “You’re supposed to be thinking of what turns you off, not the reverse.”

She leaned into his hand.

“Not yet, sugar.” He moved his hand. “Continue. Are there activities you’re not sure about?”

She snorted. “Everything?”

“Not exactly. We both know you enjoy being restrained. Using toys. Being spanked. Being exhibited as you just were.” Amusement danced in his eyes. “You watched the flogging last weekend. What about that?”

“Well.” All those strands of a whip hitting her bare skin. Fear. Heat. She licked her lips. “I-I don’t know. I didn’t know I’d like being spanked until…”

He palmed her breast again, caressing her gently. A reward, she realized, when he said, “I appreciate your honesty. Anal sex?”

“I’ve never done it.” She flushed at the thought of him touching…taking her there.

“But not a no.” He lifted her off his legs. “Good enough for tonight. What’s your safe word?”

“Barney.”

“Perfect.”

She glanced around. The others had selected their spots. Heather stood by a tree. The chains hanging from a branch connected to her wrist cuffs and kept her arms over her head. Evelyn was restrained across a log.

“Time for a student break.” Jake rose. “Kneel here with your eyes down.”

She started to kneel, halted at his frown.

“What do you say?”

Oops. “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded, then strode across the clearing, stopping to pick up a blanket from beside the fire. He showed Steve how to check Heather’s circulation. He stopped a short distance from Andrew, waited until the man noticed, and handed him the blanket to put between the rough bark and Evelyn. That was nice. Jake glanced toward Kallie, and his brows drew together.

Oh hell, caught. She winced and dropped her eyes.

His footsteps crunched back to her, and boots entered her field of vision. “Stand up and strip.” His voice was soft. Cold. Her stomach clutched at the wash of fear.

She pulled off her shirt. She’d heard him tell the other men to have their wives undress and savor them. Touch them. Jake wasn’t doing any touching or savoring. She risked a glance up under her eyelashes. His eyes matched his voice, and his jaw was like stone. After a moment’s hesitation-being totally naked was so much worse than being topless-she unlaced her boots and pushed them off. She removed her belt and knife, then her jeans and panties.

“Bend over and grab your legs.”

No way. Not going to do that. She stared at him.

His face didn’t change. As she stared up at him, the confident power in his eyes made her resolve evaporate like water under a hot sun. She closed her eyes to block him out, then leaned down, curling her fingers around her ankles. See, nice and flexible, does that count?

He moved closer until his thighs rubbed against her hip. He set a hand in the middle of her back. And then he slapped her bare bottom. Whap!

“Ow!” The abrupt pain, even though she’d kind of known what he intended, was too much, and she started to stand.

“Don’t move, sub.” He pushed her back down. “I expect obedience.” Whap.

She gritted her teeth. Mouthing off or giving insults right now would be suicidally stupid. What happened to a warm-up? This hurt!

“If I don’t get obedience, I’ll be disappointed”- whap-“and you’ll be sore.” Whap.

He wasn’t pulling his blows much, and her bottom burned like he’d dumped acid over her skin. Fucking A. Her hands tightened on her ankles as she prepared for the next blow. He’d not get any whimpering or crying from her.

He stepped away. “Kneel.”

Her body had been so tense in preparation for pain that it took a second to move. She slowly lowered herself to her knees. The dirt and pine needles prickled her bare legs. As she sat back and her bottom met her heels, she winced at the bite of pain.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Jake.” Actually she did feel sorry. She’d gone into this with open eyes and didn’t mean to cheat by disobeying. But the fact that he hadn’t let her and wouldn’t let her satisfied something inside her…as if a hunger had niggled at her without her realizing it. “Really, I am.”

“That will do.” His voice had returned to a rough croon that sent shivers down her spine. Grasping her by the upper arms, he raised her to her feet and pulled her to him.

It felt…strange…to be naked and held by a fully clothed man. Disconcerting. Vulnerable. His big hand pressed her face against his chest, and he rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “You’re forgiven, sugar. I know you’ll do better next time.”

If a man had said that to her somewhere else, she’d have shoved his words back in his face. But here, being naked…aroused…in Jake’s arms, she only wanted, really wanted, to please him, to hear the approval in his voice and see it in his eyes.

“Jake?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“It drives me crazy when my cousins boss me around. Why-how can I like it when you do?”

“Ah. It’s normal to want to make your own decisions in life most of the time. But a submissive finds handing those choices to a dominant-one she trusts-to be freeing, especially in a sexual context. There’s no thinking, no trying to figure out what I want, no ability to hold back or fake your response, or to choose words that are tactful.” She could actually feel the power radiating from him, hear it in his uncompromising voice. “Because I will tell you exactly what I want, and you will have no choice except to respond, and no choice except to give me the utter truth.”

She shivered, and a corner of his firm mouth tipped up.

He stood for a minute, holding her and watching his students. “They’re doing well.” He smiled at her. “Let’s go play.” After picking up his bag, he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her close as they walked across the clearing toward his tent. The fabric of his flannel sleeve felt soft against her skin, belying the iron-hard arm beneath.

“Don’t I get to choose?” she asked, eyeing an odd arrangement of straps crisscrossing a log.

“Nope.”

Well, that wasn’t fair. She frowned at him and caught the flash of his grin.

“This place is more private. You’ll like it.”

Private sounded good. Anticipation rippled across her skin as he grabbed a blanket out of his tent and led her to the far side of the clearing, where the trees partially enclosed a small area. The glow from the firelight diminished, but the quarter moon floated high in the western sky, the light angling above the treetops.

He snapped the blanket open and onto the ground, then pointed. “You belong there, little sub.”

Her heart gave a thud. A cool breeze from off the still white-clad mountains brought the scent of pine and wood smoke, and Jake’s wonderful fragrance of soap and man. She dropped to her knees. Was she supposed to kneel or lie down? She worried, then remembered it didn’t matter. Jake would tell her; she didn’t have to think about what to do…at all. The decisions weren’t hers to make. She hadn’t noticed the knot in her stomach until it disappeared.

He stripped off his shirt and knelt beside her on the blanket. In a smooth move, he wrapped his arms around her and tipped them both over, putting himself on top. She grazed her fingertips across the contoured muscles of his shoulders as he leaned down for a long, hungry kiss.

He tasted of the hot chocolate they’d been drinking, and took his time, teasing her lips, plunging deeply inside.

When he pulled back, she sighed. Chocolate. Camping. Sex. What more did a girl need? And it definitely looked like the sex would be great.

Setting his hands on each side of her face, he asked, “What put that smile on your face?”

“Uh.” What the hell. “I was thinking that you taste like chocolate, and there can’t be anything better than sex and chocolate.”

His rumbling laugh made her grin. He brushed his thumb against her lips. “Under all that bluster and men’s clothing, you are such a girl.”

If one of her cousins had said that, she’d have punched him. But from Jake… A warm glow lit inside her.

“But considering the way you dress, I should probably check and make sure.” He nuzzled her temple, her cheek. When he kissed the sensitive area under her ear, she got goose bumps.

Jake grazed his tongue over the hollow of the sprite’s collarbone, tasting her skin, putting a firm hold on his need to taste her more deeply, to move straight to the most delicate, fragrant places. But leisurely exploration had other rewards. A kiss between her breasts, and she arched a little. Sensitive breasts-the memory of her response to his touch had given him several sleepless nights. This night would be sleepless also. He smiled-he would take his time tormenting them both. He brushed his jaw against the gentle curve of her right breast. The day’s growth of his heavy beard scraped, and she inhaled sharply. Slowly he drew his chin across her breast, up and over the puckered peak. Her fingers dug into his arms.

He did the other breast, back and forth, until her fingernails embedded in his skin. Then he closed his lips around one swollen peak.

She gasped.

Damn but she was sweet. Her nipple had a velvety texture, the tiny tip just a little rough when he stroked his tongue over it. He licked the other nipple, then left it wet, chilling in the evening breeze. He sucked the other, hard and strong. Her back arched, and she cried out, a beautiful sound in the quiet night.

He lifted his head to gaze down at her, and her eyes had that dazed look he loved. More. He did the same to her other breast and felt her tremble under him. She could offer him still more. He cupped her small breasts, pressing them upward, then carefully closed his teeth on one tip and heard her suck in a breath and give a husky moan.

He licked the burn from the pink crest. Bit the other gently. Another moan. Welcome to another type of carnal pain, sprite. He grinned as she tried to push him away with one hand, to pull him closer with the other.

Her attempts to move him reminded him of their location. He took her wrists in one hand, raised them above her head, and found the Velcro cuffs that he’d tied to a tree with a few feet of rope. Quick and simple bondage. He had her wrists secured before she caught on and tried to pull her arms down. Her eyes widened, and he could feel her arousal increase.

Sitting back, he slid her down on the blanket until the ropes turned taut, pulling her arms almost straight. He ran his finger under the cuffs to check the fit, and then straddled her curvy thighs and enjoyed the sight before him.

Her skin gleamed white in the moonlight, her jutting nipples still wet from his mouth. Her lips were swollen, and he pleased himself with another kiss.

He knew she’d liked the sensation of being restrained at the lodge, but outdoors bondage added another layer of helplessness. Especially the way he intended to do it. He located the thigh cuff lying in the pine needles and wrapped it snugly above her left knee. He did the same on the right. When he finished, her legs were still straight, only slightly bent, and she looked at him in puzzlement as if to say, What’s the point?

He started to adjust the ropes.

He watched her body tense as the shortened rope pulled her left leg upward and outward. When he started on her other leg, her thigh muscles flexed, subconsciously resisting as she registered how exposed a position he intended.

He finished, and she lay open to him with the moonlight shining straight down on her glistening pussy.

“Now that’s pretty,” he murmured, smiling at the excited, vulnerable look in her eyes. Sex in the lodge, with the music and noise and people, tended to be intense and fast, whereas out in the forest, surrounded by trees growing at their own pace, the soft sounds of the pines sloughing in the breeze, distant coyotes barking along a moonlit trail, a groan from the others by the dying fire… Out here a man was encouraged to take his time. To sample and savor and learn everything about the sweet little sub in front of him.

His finger along the delicate crease between her thigh and pussy made her tremble. He ruffled the soft curls on her mound-maybe he’d shave them off next time-and slid his finger along her folds, spreading them open. Her eyes shut, and her face darkened with a flush. Embarrassed. Adorable.

Not that her modesty would stop him. On the contrary.

Moonlight showed that her clit was slightly swollen but still tucked inside its hood. He smiled and touched a finger to the soft, soft tissue. She moaned, and her hips wiggled.

“Yes, you’re definitely a girl.” How long would it take before her little nub engorged and pushed out of its cover? It reminded him of trying to tame a feral dog. It took patience. Several approaches might be needed. Push too forcefully and it would retreat back into hiding. Coax gently, reward often, keep the touch light.

Occasionally back off entirely.

He’d stopped. What was he doing? Kallie opened her eyes. He lay down between her legs, resting his weight on his forearms. His head was over… Oh God. The touch of his tongue right on her clit sent a jolt of pure electricity sizzling down her nerves, the sensation too, too much after all the waiting. Her cry broke through the clear air, and humiliated, she tried to muffle the next one.

He chuckled. “I enjoy hearing you, sugar. Please continue.” He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked…once, twice…and she moaned as everything inside her clamped down. He drove her straight up toward an orgasm-and stopped.

“You taste like honey,” he murmured. “Vanilla-scented honey.”

“Please,” she whispered, the ache overwhelming her tongue.

“‘Please.’ Please I want something inside me, please?” he questioned.

Oh, yes. She really did. “Um-hmm. Yes, Sir.” She wiggled-tried to wiggle. Difficult when her legs were lashed open.

“All right.” He bunched the blanket under her hips, raising her bottom slightly, and ran his hands over the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her breathing increased as she thought of his cock pushing into her.

Only he pulled his bag over instead. Oh, condom. How amazing that he could remember these things.

Cold liquid drizzled down between her buttocks. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“You requested something inside, remember?” His deep voice held a note of amusement. That something pushed against her anus.

“No!”

“You weren’t sure about anal, so I’ll let you try this little plug, and you can tell me if you like it.”

“I don’t like it.”

He snorted. “Afterward, sugar. You tell me afterward.” The first smooth part pressed her open. But it got bigger, burning as it stretched her opening, and then, thank God, smaller again. His fingers nudged between her cheeks as he moved it around. “All in, sprite.”

God, what a feeling. Fullness and a quiet stinging and strange sensations, as if new nerves had been created. Her excitement had cooled with the surprise, but now as he knelt between her legs and watched her reaction, it shimmered through her like a heat wave.

“You are so very beautiful, Kallie.” He ran his hands, so hard and confident, up and down her body. “I’m going to have fun playing with you tonight.”

More? Weren’t they getting close to being done?

He took something else from the bag and held it up. Long and slim with an almost flattened end. He took another kiss and then firmly pressed her labia apart. The thing slid up inside her pussy, which seemed overly occupied considering the toy was so slim…only she had something in her butt, didn’t she?

The full feeling was wonderful-and a little disturbing. Two things in her. She couldn’t move…couldn’t remove them or do…anything. Her breathing increased, and the corners of Jake’s eyes crinkled. But he asked, almost politely, “Doing okay, sprite?”

He knew the answer; she could tell from the crease in his cheek and the laughter in his eyes. She wanted to wiggle, to be touched, to moan-not to have a fucking conversation. “You know the damned answer,” she forced out, sounding as if she’d just hiked up Half Dome.

He pinched her nipple in reprimand, and her pussy clenched and made the stuffed feeling more…more.

The moan escaped.

“When I ask a question, I require an answer,” he said patiently, the steel edge of command only half-hidden. “Yes, I might know already. The point is, you need to be able to tell me.” He tilted his head, waiting for his answer.

“I’m fine. Great. Wonderful.” She bit her lip, tried to wiggle, and things moved inside her. “Do something, da-” She bit back the curse. “Please, Sir.”

“Something like this?” His gaze stayed on her face, studying her as he touched her, as his fingers circled her breasts, then her nipples. The sensations blazed through her like lightning strikes in dry grass.

Answer him. “More? Please. Sir.” And may God strike you dead if you keep this up.

He snorted a laugh. Then he slid down until his shoulders rubbed the insides of her thighs. His breath wafted over her mound, and she tensed. He stroked up her thighs too, too slowly, and finally reached the apex of her legs. When he traced his clever fingers over her labia, she inhaled sharply. He chuckled. “You’re swollen and peeking out. Ready to play.” A fingertip brushed her clit, just enough to make her gasp again.

He bent his head and licked over her, and oh, God, her whole body jumped at the feeling. His tongue was warm and soft as it circled her clit. He didn’t stop, kept going around and around, never close enough for her to come, and the coiling pressure inside her grew as if her insides were being squeezed. Each repetition increased her sensitivity until the whole area felt swollen and tight.

“You know,” he murmured, stopping for a second. She whimpered. How could he want to talk now?

“You might have wondered why I put something so thin into your pussy. Although I’m sure you enjoy having it in there, it’s actually designed to vibrate. But only on one small place-right on the G-spot.” She felt him move the vibrator inside her and turn it on. It didn’t feel all that special, nothing compared to his mouth on her. He moved it again.

She tried to lift her hips, to suggest he go back to-

He moved it again. And her breath caught, stalled dead, as the vibrator hit something inside her. Hit and sent waves rippling outward, forcing her toward a climax as if someone were rubbing her clit from the inside. “Oh, oh, oh.”

She hung there, on the pinnacle, as the world narrowed to just that, his intent gaze holding her as it pushed her higher and higher. Her muscles strained for release.

“That’ll do,” he murmured. He leaned down and licked right on top of her clit once, twice, and then sucked it into his mouth.

The pressure inside her burst into billions of sparking nerves, expanding out from her clit, from inside, merging and exploding through her body. Wave after wave of heat, pleasure, everything. The stars above her turned into white novas. And she screamed…

His tongue slid over her in slow, gentle strokes like a rodeo rider staying on until the last second, until her whole body pulsed with sensation. She heard herself “oh, oh, oh” over and over and couldn’t stop. Her body wasn’t hers; he’d disconnected her brain.

One final lick and then he moved up to lie on top of her. His belt pressed cold against her stomach. Still half-dressed, damn him.

“You come so beautifully,” he said, the approval in his voice and eyes easing the shakiness trickling in. His body was warm; the hair on his chest tickled her breasts. His heavy weight was comforting, anchoring her back to the earth.

He chuckled. “Although the coyotes probably fled the area.”

“I-”

“Shhh.” He kissed her so gently that-oh, she wanted to touch him. To hold him.

“You didn’t get off.”

His lips curved, his eyes hot and yet the fire inside him controlled. “I will, sugar. Don’t worry. I’m looking forward to the extra snugness from that anal plug.”

She swallowed. He’d been almost too big for her before. “You’re going to leave it in?”

The sun lines beside his eyes crinkled. “Oh, yes.”

Slowly he worked his way down her body, inch by inch, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone, her breasts, one and the other. Kissing the undersides, which she discovered-and obviously so did he-were almost as reactive as her nipples. He stopped right there to nibble and tease until her hands fisted.

Down her stomach and farther until his tongue touched her clit.

“Oh!”

A low laugh. “A little sensitive, sugar?”

He had no idea. The whole area had become so sensitive that the lightest touch almost hurt, but not quite. And it was the not quite and his clever tongue that had her head spinning.

He slid the vibrator out, making her arch up at the slick sensation. He played with the anal plug and put one hand on her hip to still her squirming as he tormented her. Wiggling the plug, moving in and out slightly, stimulating all those nerves. He watched her, his gaze roving from her face to her breasts to her hands.

When he slid his fingers into her wetness and over her clit, she bit her lip as her body started to really awaken again. “Jake, not again. I can’t so soon,” she whispered.

“Sprite, you can.” He rubbed his big finger along one side of her clit, not close enough to cause pain, but firmly…so firmly that she seemed to have no choice. She felt the nub tightening, the feeling of drawing in preparatory to an explosion.

As always, damn him, he stopped right when it was getting good. At the sound of a zipper and the rustle of a condom wrapper, her eyes popped open. He captured her gaze as he pressed his hard cock against her opening and entered her with one powerful thrust. Her back arched as her insides clenched, sending a wave of pleasure through her. The plug inside her suddenly felt huge-or he felt huge, something…

The wait had been well worth it, Jake thought as he gave her a second to adjust. She’d come so beautifully that he’d had a difficult time not grabbing her ass and taking her right then. Damn she was lovely when she climaxed. Her eyes would go blind as her cheeks and nipples flushed a dark red. When he’d felt her pussy convulse around the vibrator, he’d hungered to replace it with his cock.

And now he had. His entry alone had set her pussy to spasming around his cock. And the plug made her vagina even snugger. With his first movement, she gasped, and her hands closed into fists. After seeing her fight the restraints, he unsnapped the Velcro cuffs from the rope.

She wrapped her strong arms around his shoulders, and it was a sweet feeling-one he could get used to far too easily. As she ran her hands over his biceps, she grinned, openly pleased to touch him, and asked, “What about my legs?”

Her gaze still didn’t appear quite focused, as if half her concentration remained elsewhere. He shoved in forcefully and withdrew, saw her eyes blur, and chuckled.

“No, little sub,” he said and bit her shoulder. Her cunt clenched. “I like your legs stretched open, and your pussy secured so I can play without you doing anything about it.”

Submissive that she was, his words alone made her pussy clench again.

He’d had enough of talking. He moved in and out slowly, saw only pleasure in her eyes, and started driving into her, hard and fast, the way he’d wanted to after watching her come. Raw, gut-wrenching sex. Possessive sex. Her fingers dug holes in his shoulders.

The slick slap of him against her flesh merged with her tiny moans. Almost. He balanced on one arm and reached around to grasp the plug stuck up her ass. Moved it and heard her shocked gasp. Her legs began quivering uncontrollably.

With each driving thrust, he pulled on the anal plug, then shoved it back in when his cock withdrew. Her moans changed into a constant low hum of need. Her thigh muscles strained against the restraints, her whole body tightened, and then he released the plug.

“Come for me, sugar.” He ran his fingers directly over her slick, jutting clit.

She came like a shooting rocket, exploding in his arms. Despite the restraints, her hips managed to buck against his. And her pussy-damn, the contractions were like a whirlpool, massaging his shaft in heat and softness until his balls swelled, hardened like boulders, and poured fire up and out his cock in mind-blowing spasms.

Eventually, when his mind seeped back into his skull, he lifted his head and simply stared at his little sub. Flushed and sweaty, swollen lips, closed eyes showing him those long, dark lashes. How could this little sprite get to him like this? He’d had submissive women, responsive women, stubborn women-she was all those and more. Tough. Vulnerable. Joyous.

Her nipples had flushed a dusky red color from his attentions. And he could feel her heart hammering away. He brushed a kiss over her mouth, and her eyes fluttered open. Her lips curved. “I came again. So soon.” She sounded as if she didn’t know whether to be proud or shocked.

“So you did. And very nicely too.” Damn, she was cute. He took her lips, surprising himself with the feelings welling up inside him. Tenderness. Protectiveness.

With an effort, he levered himself up, pulled out, and then removed the anal plug. Apparently she didn’t appreciate the removal of either, and her muttered curse made him laugh.