At His Mercy (12 page)

“I want you so bad, Elena. My balls are killing me. But I won’t take you yet. Not until you’re ready.”

She was about to spontaneously combust. How could he think she wasn’t ready? “Please.”

He shook his head and went back to the wall of shelves. When he returned, he held several wrapped toys in his hands and a tube of lubricant. “I want to go slow with you, but dammit it’s hard. Especially when I see that pretty little pussy all wet and ready for me. And your tight anus. Have you ever been fucked there?”

“No.” Her pussy and ass clenched at the thought. She’d seen Kyler’s penis. It wasn’t small. She had to guess it would hurt to have him try to put it in her bottom.

“Then I won’t try today.”

A huge relief.

“But
I will teach you how to prepare yourself for me. How to train your muscles to relax so you can take me. Would you like that?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He looked her directly in the eye as he nodded. “I’m going too fast for you. I’ll slow down.” He un
w
rapped one of the toys, a slender, hard vibrator with a bullet-shaped tip
,
and smoothed some lubricant on the very top. “Today is all about your pleasure. How are you feeling now, Elena?”

“Really, really good. Hot,” she added.

“Excellent.” He twisted the base of the vibrator and her pussy once again clenched at the sound of its telltale hum.

This was crazy, how every little sensation affected her body. Never had sex been so exciting for her. Never had every sound, scent and touch been so intense. She flamed at the smoldering hunger in Kyler’s eyes, the tension she saw in his rigid muscles as he moved. The scent of leather and man and her own arousal
hung
heavy in the air. Everything, from the room’s semi-sinister appearance to the tingling heat on her back
,
was like an aphrodisiac. Her natural responsiveness to all the sensations battering her system was amplified. Her body was so hot and tight she trembled.

Release loomed close but just beyond reach. She wanted to close her eyes and throw herself toward the finish line. Or put her hands between her legs and caress away the throbbing ache in her tissues. But Kyler wasn’t about to allow either. She could see that.

“Open your eyes, Elena.”

She hadn’t even realized they were shut.

His expression was dark, feral, so incredibly sexy. “You like being like this, powerless and under my complete control, don’t you?”

He was so damn good at the controlling. “Y-yes.” Would she have felt safe to allow any of her previous lovers to play with her like this? To actually strike her with something that could
no doubt do a lot more harm if he
let it?

No.

Kyler clearly knew how to control the whip, and her body. And yet she sensed he wouldn’t use the power she so easily surrendered to him against her. Something
wonderful
was happening between them here and now.

Trust built.

Respect earned.

Love sparked.

He touched her labia, gently, with his fingers. Traced the seam of her nether lips from front to back. It was a deliciously teasing touch. Erotic and tempting, promising so many delightful possibilities. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward.

Oh God, wouldn’t he touch her harder? Flick that fingertip over her burning clit. Thrust those fingers into her empty pussy.

No. It seemed he meant it when he said he’d go slowly. Even though she was burning for completion, he wasn’t going to let her get there, not until he decided she should.

What a fucking blow-your-mind hot way to drive a girl crazy!

“Please, Kyler. I want you inside me.”

“Not yet, sweet thing.” He slipped just the tip of his finger into her tight sheath and groaned. “When I get inside you, I can’t promise anything.”

She really liked the sound of that. She tested the restraints holding her arms out to the sides, her ankles tight to the ends of the bench. They were fastened just tight enough to keep her from moving more than an inch or two. Definitely too tight to get a hand down between her legs and stroke her way to bliss.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Your body’s absolutely perfect. And your sweet cunt
…
I want to taste you
again
.” He leaned down and parted her labia with his fingers. His tongue darted out to shyly taste her slick folds. He groaned and she moaned. Her thighs tightened.

“You taste so sweet. Oh fuck, Elena. I want to eat you for hours.”

God, no. Please. Not hours.

His tongue danced over her clit and she just about wept in gratitude. Little bolts of pleasure zipped through her body with every wet stroke. It was magic. But it ended much too quickly, long before she could come.

She sagged against the wood
en
structure behind her, boneless and desperate and burning up. Tears slipped from beneath her closed eyelids. She wasn’t sad. In fact, quite the opposite. She was so happy her emotions overwhelmed her, spilling from her body in hot salty tears.

He lifted his head. “Elena. Open your eyes, sweet thing. Look at how hungry I am for you.”

It took Herculean effort for Elena to lift her heavy eyelids. Her gaze instantly snapped to Kyler’s intense and desperate
one
. The desire she’d seen in his eyes had become impossibly hotter. There was a wicked inferno simmering in those dark depths, the kind of heat that pulsed through her own body.

He lifted his hand, brandishing the vibrator. “I’m going to put this inside you, but I don’t want you to come yet. You understand?”

She didn’t want to understand. Nor did she want to obey him. Her entire body, from her scalp to the soles of her feet, was one big pulsating blob of desperation. But she nodded anyway, unable to do anything but obey.

She just knew she’d be disappointed if she failed him.

The vibrator inched into her slick passage, the electric buzz spreading out like ripples on the surface of a pond. With the buzz, came more tight, wet heat. More desperation.

She was going to come.

The vibrator slipped out of her pussy, and her head slumped forward as every muscle in her body sagged. She whimpered, caught up in the twitches that followed.

Only a second more and she would have had release.

“You’re ready.”

Oh, thank God.

She opened her eyes to watch him shed his black shirt and unzip his snug pants to push them down his narrow hips. His erect cock jutted proudly from a trimmed nest of dark curls. His testicles snugged tight to the base of his rod. A droplet of white pre
-
come glistened from the ruddy tip.

He rolled on a rubber and slowly eased into her. They groaned in unison as he completely seated himself in her slick heat. “You’re so tight, sweet thing. So fucking tight.”

He rested his hands on her knees, using them as leverage as he withdrew from her and then pushed back inside. This time, she didn’t let herself hide in the darkness, the swirls of colors behind her closed eyelids. She watched his beautiful body work. His shoulders bunch and bulge. The corded muscles of his arms tighten and relax. The planes of his stomach harden when his hips pushed forward.

With every intimate caress of his cock, she soared ever closer to climax. And the erotic sound of skin striking skin as he fucked her harder only made her journey that much swifter.

And then she was there and she couldn’t breathe. Her stomach cramped as she gulped in one shallow mouthful of air after another. There was a brilliant explosion, deep inside. Followed by bliss. Like hot honey. Pulsing through her chest, up her neck.

Oh. My. God.

She knew the instant Kyler also found release. He stopped thrusting for a single heartbeat, groaned her name, and then resumed fucking her, his thrusts sharper and harder than ever. Her body welcomed every sweet invasion, until he finally sagged against her, his slick chest sliding over hers.

He kissed her eyelids. Her cheeks. Her mouth. Her neck. “I’m sorry, Elena. So sorry. I wanted to go slower with you.”

She was so not complaining.

“I wanted to taste every inch of your body. To play with these beautiful tits. Your soft stomach. Nuzzle your neck and nip your earlobes.”

She smiled. Such sweet promises. “There’s always next time,” she quipped.

“You betcha. And the time after that.” He withdrew from her, removed the condom and disposed of it. And then he gently helped her out of the restraints.

She was shaking all over when he carried her to his bedroom down the hall and laid her on the world’s softest bed. Warm, safe and adored. It simply didn’t get any better than this.

If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

“Elena, wake up.”

It took Elena about ten seconds to remember where she was, and another thirty to gather up the strength to open her eyes. Oh, she was so sleepy, and achy all over. It was a good achy, the kind that came from using muscles that hadn’t been tested in a long time.

Kyler lay next to her, his torso uncovered, the crisp white sheets a sharp contrast to his tanned skin and dark features.

“I don’t want to wake up.” She snapped her eyes shut, wishing they had more time just to be together, another day. Week. Month.

Mon
day already. She hated Mondays.

“Come on, sleepyhead. I want you to have a good breakfast before heading to work.”

“Do I
have time to eat
?
What time is it?
”
She lifted her heavy head and squinted at the glowing red numbers on the clock.

“Yes. Breakfast’s the most important meal of the day. You’ll just have to make time
.”

“Oh my God! Is it really seven-thirty?”
Now fully awake, she rolled onto her side. “
I’ll never make it to work on time
.”
Nearly in a panic, she flung her legs over the side of the bed. “
I have to get home, shower, change my clothes
—
”

“Whoa, hold up there. You’ve got plenty of time. The office is five minutes fro
m here. You don’t have to clock-
in until nine.”

“But I can’t go to work in yesterday’s clothes, and I need a shower.” She scrambled around the room,
trying to find
her discarded garments.
She found them draped over a chair back.
Her shoes. Where were her shoes?

“Not a problem.” Naked, he caught her by the arms, completely halting her progress. “I had a few things delivered for today. I hope you like them.”

“What kind of things?”

“Shower first. Then I’ll show you.” He physically turned her toward the bathroom door and gave her backside a love tap, sending her from the room with a stinging bottom and big smile.

She hesitated just inside the bathroom door, turning to say over her shoulder,
“You know, I
feel bad that you’re the one doing all the giving and I’m the one doing all the receiving.”

He caught her hand in his, turned it over and pressed a sweet kiss to her palm. “That’s just it. You’ve been doing the giving for so long you don’t know how to receive.” They shared a sweet moment of watery glances and understanding half-smiles. “Now get going. I’m going to feel like shit if you’re late for work.
Then again, making you late could be fun…
”

“You’re devious.”
She shooed him
a
way,
before swinging the door closed. She cranked on the water and, curious, tiptoed to the door and inched it open. She caught him leaving
the room, a glorious sight, nude male perfection.

It was still hard to believe they were doing this—acting like they were a thing, lovers.
Just a few days ago, she’d thought he was out of her life forever.
What had she done to deserve such a wonderful man?

When she finally
left the steamy heat of the bathroom some twenty minutes later,
she found the
bed
had been made. And there was a pyramid of white boxes in its center
. A huge red bow perched atop the
stack
. She unwrapped all the boxes. Beautiful designer clothes, shoes, jewelry. Inside
la
y
a card in a white envelope.

To
Elena
,

Thank you for being who you are.

Kyler

Oh God. Could a man be any sweeter? Any more generous?

Somehow, she wanted to give back to Kyler, show him how much she appreciated the sacrifice he’d made to let her keep her job.

But how? What could a girl who had nothing give
to
a man with everything? Christmas was
coming
. Maybe by then she’d know what that gift should be.