Bound by Her Best Friend (A Club Smex Story) (8 page)

“Stay exactly where you are. Exactly there.”

Excitement flooded through every cell. Freya was so tense she could barely stand it. “What are you going to do?”

He sank to his knees in front of her. “I am going to make you pant, Sparks. By the time tonight is through you are going to know exactly what you have been missing all these years, and you are going to realize that the man you’ve been looking for is right here. He always has been.”

Chapter Twelve

Zak couldn’t believe they were
finally
here, that Freya was laid out in front of him, that she had not denied him, had not reacted with shock or disgust at his declaration.

He feasted his gaze on her—to where she was lifted slightly on her elbows, her legs pressed together—and realized with something that felt like awe, that she wanted this as much as him. He could see her nipples poking through her dress, feel the heat of desire rolling off her in waves, and though Zak had no idea how, or even when, it had happened, he did not care.

At last. At long fucking last, he could pleasure her in whatever way he wanted. Fulfill every fantasy he had ever had, and any of hers in return. It was almost surreal, like something out of one of his dreams. He ran a shaky finger up her leg, over her knee, and then along her thigh.

It was very real to him then.

She quivered slightly as he touched her and pushed her legs closer together. The space between each golden thigh was less than inch. Zak needed a lot more room than that, but Freya was nervous—maybe even as nervous as he. Her head was lowered, like she couldn’t quite meet his gaze. A sweep of color sat on each cheekbone, and her hands clenched around the bed sheets.

Zak had two options, and both ran through his head at light speed, assessing and considering. He could take it gently, coax and woo her, play the gentleman—just like he had for so long—or he could do exactly what he wanted to do, and simply take her, make her his, possess her completely, be the dominant and have her begging for more.

He trailed his fingers down, to the inside of her thighs, until they dipped inwards. Gently, he applied some pressure, encouraging her to open up to him. She clenched a bit tighter together.

“Is this how you want to play it, Sparks?” he whispered.

She looked up then, and did something that made Zak’s heart pound. She lifted her stubborn little chin, a prelude to every challenge she’s ever given him, almost like she was pushing him to take option two.
Be the dominant
,
let her see just how dark you can get.

Christ, he was so going to take her up on it.

“Open your legs for me,” he demanded.

She did, but only slightly, barely enough.

Zak sighed. “Open your legs properly, Sparks, or so help me, I’ll use the spreader bar.”

Her eyes widened, the challenging expression disappearing to be replaced with something that looked a lot like confusion. “The what?”

“The spreader,” Zak said slowly. “A bar…” He pushed her legs open wider in one quick move, making no effort to be gentle about it, and positioned them either side of him so that he was settled on his knees perfectly between. “…that will go right between here and keep your legs exactly as I want them. Nice and wide and waiting for me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Keep them open and I won’t need to, will I?”

“But Zak…”

He shushed her by kissing her calf, light kisses moving all the way upwards. Her skin tasted exactly as he knew it would, floral and fresh and so fucking perfect. Then on to the other calf, licking behind her knees and making her gasp.

“You have no idea how badly I want you,” Zak whispered.

He placed a hand around either ankle and pulled her down the bed until she perched right on the edge. A leg went over each shoulder and then—finally—Zak lifted Freya’s dress. She wore a pair of black panties. They were tiny, lacy, barely made of anything. Zak dragged them down her thighs until they met her knees.

He breathed deeply, basking in the scent of her, and then he ripped the panties in two. She hissed in a shocked breath, her legs tensing, but Zak took little notice. The prize was in his reach, mere inches away.

Gently, almost reverently, Zak parted Freya’s thighs as far as he could. She responded with a little mew. It hit him hard. It made him throb.

“Relax, Sparks,” he whispered. “Relax.”

Her legs went loose and she opened up to him.

“My God, look at you,” he breathed. “You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”

“It’s not pretty. It’s—”

“Perfect in every way. Glorious.” He paused, looked up, caught her gaze, clenching inside at what he saw there. “I am going to lick every single inch of you both inside and out. Christ, Freya you have no idea how many times I have wanted to bury my face in your pussy.”

“Zak!”

“I knew you’d be bare,” he continued, ignoring her gasp. “But look…” He ran the palm of his hand across her pelvis, feeling the soft tuft of curls underneath, tickling him. “I knew you’d save a little up here. Some curls just for me.”

“I prefer to be bare,” she whispered. “It’s more comfortable.”

“I would have taken you any way I could get you,” Zak said. “But this? It’s just right and I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to taste you, Frey, every single bit. You’re going to please me aren’t you? By creaming my face?”

“Zak!”

The way she said his name, the way it fell from her lips, Zak feasted on it, on them. He couldn’t wait to have her on her knees in front of him. Her hands behind her back—tied there preferably—with her face upturned, that stubborn look she sometimes got flashing in her eyes. He’d cup the back of her head with one hand and move it forward until his cock rested just on the very edge of her lips. He’d pause for a moment, look down and see his cock head straining to get inside of her, maybe her tongue would dart out to moisten it? Slowly, he’d then slip it inside of those lips. They’d open; a slight gasp would sound, tickling along his length. Christ, he could imagine it perfectly,
had
imagined it so many times.

Only now it was real.

He could do it.

Feel it.

Then when he could take it no more he would push his dick into her waiting wetness, feel her lips move along the width of him, her tongue touching along the base, her throat opening to accept everything he had to give.

Fuck.

Zak buried his face in Freya’s pussy. He was not gentle about it and took no notice of her nervousness. That he was nervous. Together they were a powder keg just waiting to explode.

He licked her from the very base all the way to her clit. Over and over he tasted her and she squirmed beneath his tongue. He took her clit into his mouth, suckling it, nibbling it. It tasted so fucking good! How had he managed to wait so long!

He pulled her further down, as close as he could possibly get and let her scent surround him, inhaling it. He licked, he nibbled and bit, a never ending pressure on all of her most sensitive spots.

“Zak,” he heard her sigh. “That feels so good.”

One of her legs fell from his shoulder. Zak twisted his body slightly and lifted his hand. Carefully, in a measured stoke, he filled Freya with a finger. Her pussy muscles clenched around him, sucking him in and he pumped in slowly at the same time he feasted on her clit. In tandem, he worked the motion and time seemed to suspend itself. Zak had no idea how long he worked her pussy and clit, aware only of her moans and gasps, of her hips arching, her knees trembling. She pushed against him, her body asking for more. He filled her with another finger, angled his head for better access to her clit, suckling it in over and over.

She let out a shuddering gasp. And then, when his cock began to throb in a way that screamed at him to replace the fingers, her thighs tensed, her pussy clenched, and she screamed his name.

She was climaxing.

With his name on her lips!

Satisfaction the likes of which Zak had never known spread through him as he worked Freya’s orgasm from her. She creamed his fingers, creamed his face, and screeched her satisfaction. He was light headed from it, the moment he had fantasized about for so long. It was everything he could ever have wanted it to be and then some.

It was pure perfection.

It was worth waiting ten long years for.

Chapter Thirteen

Freya panted as the last waves of her orgasm crested through her body. Her hands clenched around the crisp, white bed sheets, her spine arched, her head thrown back. She had never felt anything like it, never before had an orgasm been so intense. It was like it came from deep inside her, dancing along her clit, pushing inside her pussy where Zak’s fingers still pumped slowly.

She let of a juddering breath and lifted herself up slightly, head spinning. At that exact same moment, Zak lifted his head and their gazes collided.

“Zak,” she whispered.

“Sparks.” A grin and then, “You are so prefect.”

She shivered. He was deadly serious, meant every word. How could she have been so stupid for so long?

He stood up, his eyes devouring every inch of her, from her hardened nipples to her open thighs, then to her face. His gaze changed as their eyes met, softening almost.

Quickly, he undid his shirt, revealing a body that Freya had always known was defined, toned, but had never realized quite how much. Hair sprinkled across his chest, running down his abs, disappearing into his pants—pants that were tented from his raging cock.

Freya sat up and reached forward to release it, but Zak halted her by taking the zipper at the bottom of her dress and opening it in two all the way to her ribs. A moment later he undid the zippers below her breasts so that the material parted allowing them to fall out.

“I imagined you like this when I bought the dress,” he said. “I knew how sexy you’d look, only now…”

“What?”

“I want you naked,” he said. “I’ve waited so long.”

There it was again, another confession that told of Zak’s true feelings for her. Freya stilled her hands and looked up at him.

“How long?” she asked.

He responded by removing the dress completely and leaving her bare but for the inner layer of leather straps around her breasts and across her pelvis. They outlined all the pleasure spots, drawing his gaze.

“Too long,” he simply said.

She wanted to know more, to understand, but Freya feared that if she did, if everything fell away between them, it would be too much, so instead she scooted forward and tugged on Zak’s belt. He helped her, undoing it quickly, the zipper pushed down, the pants falling, until finally, he was naked too.

His cock was magnificent; there was no other word for it, long and thick it sprung from the base of curls at the root for several inches. Freya reached out to take one of his balls in her hand, testing the weight. Heavy with come they filled her palm. She leaned down, intending to take him into her mouth, desperately wanting to lick up the pre-cum already leaking from his cock-head.

Zak gave her no chance. He pushed her back on to the bed and covered her with his body. “Later,” he whispered.

“No. Now.”

“Sparks…” He placed a kiss on her ear, another on her jaw. “When will you learn to do as you’re told?”

Freya didn’t understand what he planned until her hands were above her head, and the feel of the rope wrapped around her wrists. She gasped and looked up, both horrified and excited as Zak secured her to the bed.

“That’s better,” he said. “You’re mine to do exactly what I want with. Now spread your legs wider.”

She did, opening them to their fullest extent, testing the rope as she did. It was tied tight, expertly knotted. Freya was not going to get free unless Zak allowed it. Why was that thought so exciting? Why did it make her pussy wet, her nipples stiff? Freya had never been bound by a man before and yet with Zak it felt right. She trusted him completely, knew that if she asked he would undo the knot.

But she wasn’t going to.

“Look at me, Freya,” he said. “Look into my eyes as I fill your body.”

“But…” She paused. “A condom?”

Slowly, he shook his head. “I’m going to have you bare. I’ve waited too long for you to put a rubber between us.”

“But—”

“I’m clean. Trust me, Freya. I won’t hurt you. Never would.”

No, she thought, he wouldn’t. And besides, Freya was on the pill to regulate her periods, pregnancy wasn’t an option. And she was clean. Of course, Zak would be. He would never risk otherwise with her.

“I trust you,” she replied. “Always have.”

He entered her slowly, their gazes on one another, like he was savoring the moment. He was so long there was no need for him to guide his way into her with his hands, he simply positioned his body and slipped inside.

Freya curled her fingers around the rope, her nails embedded into it as his length filled every inch of her. It felt amazing, like a shot of pure pleasure. Zak was big, bigger then she was used to, but it was
right
.

Perfect.

And there in his eyes was something that she knew was reflected in hers.

Longing.

Want.

At last.

Once he was seated deep inside he began to move, slow, measured thrusts that pulled him to the brink and then back in again. Freya closed her eyes, tightened her thighs around him and matched him thrust for thrust. It was painfully erotic, hands bound above her, her breasts thrust forward, and Zak plumbing her body with his.

He nuzzled her neck, kissed his way up her jaw and then—and the moment felt just like that, a moment—Zak leaned in and he kissed her on the lips. Their first kiss, and to Freya, it felt like it would be that way. That it was always going to be. No normal kiss for them, nothing half hearted, but Zak buried inside of her, creating delicious shivers that raced through her body as his mouth found hers.

He kissed her slowly, taking his time, his lips moving against her, his tongue teasing the tip of hers. For a brief flash, Freya wished her hands were free so she could cradle the back of his head and pull him in for more. The slow thrusts, the languid kiss, it was too much. She needed more!

She twisted her arms, tried to lift her head, but she was bound too tight. And then, when it reached the point where she thought she might scream, almost like he read her mind, Zak angled his head and crushed her mouth to his. He
consumed
her. Taking everything she had and speeding up so that his cock was plunging inside her. He pounded in and out of her pussy with speed, over and over until her head spun.

Freya loved it, gloried in it. She kissed him back with a fierceness that shocked even her, titled her hips so that he could go as deep as possible. Her nipples ached, her wetness flooded them both, and already a second orgasm was building inside.

“Please, Zak,” she begged, wrenching her lips from his. “Please.”

“Please what?” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“More,” she said. “I need more.”

He pulled out of her so swiftly Freya gasped in surprise. Next thing she knew he was grabbing something out of one of the baskets and flipping her over. Her hands tangled a little in the knot, but Zak soon fixed it, maneuvering her hands within the rope so Freya was on her elbows and knees, Zak behind her, palming her ass.

“Tell me no,” he grated. “If you don’t want this.”

A finger slipped along her anus leaving Freya in no doubt as to exactly what Zak was going to do. “I’ve never…” She let the sentence trail off.

“Then I’m your first,” he breathed. “And that leaves me no choice.”

A cold squirt of something hit her ass. It tingled on her skin. Zak rubbed it all over her, even down to her pussy where it burned with a pleasure that had Freya panting.

“I want to be inside there,” he said. “But not today. It’s too soon. We have to make you ready.”

“How—”

He slipped the slim line plug inside her before she could finish the sentence, and not slowly either, but in one quick move. Freya gasped from the sudden feeling of being stretched. It was unlike anything she had ever felt.

“Zak…I don’t…”

“You’ll like it, Sparks,” he said. “I’m going to fuck your pussy, and as I do, the plug is going to fuck your ass. You are going to climax like you never have before.”

“But…”

Zak entered her, a hand on either hip, positioning her exactly as he wanted. The moment his body met hers pressure was applied to the plug, and it thrust deeper into her ass. It wasn’t painful just…different. Freya bit down on her lip and tightened her grip around the rope, unsure if she liked it.

At least until Zak began to move.

Everything changed, then.

The dual pressures were mind blowing. Every time Zak plumbed into her, he made the plug go in and every time he moved out, the plug did too. She was being fucked two ways, double penetrated, and it was beyond anything Freya had ever felt. This was why Zak had bound her—how else was she supposed to hold on for the ride?

“That’s it, Sparks,” he encouraged. “Take every inch.”

Ass high in the air Freya dropped her head and moaned into the pile of pillows. Her pussy tingled from the lube, her ass was tingling from the plug and Zak’s cock was perfection in itself.

She gasped. She screeched. She panted.

She loved it.

“You are so slippery,” he groaned. “So fucking tight.”

“More,” she heard herself gasp. “Give me more.”

He complied by fucking her so fast, everything became a blur. His hands tightened on her hips, he groaned and pounded and double fucked her until Freya climaxed in a way she had never done before. The orgasm came from her ass and
then
made its way to her pussy. It was ridiculously powerful. Deliciously intense, and she heard herself scream Zak’s name as it washed through her.

“Zak, Zak, Zak.”

“Exactly as I imagined,” he growled. “You’re going to make me come!”

Freya actually felt Zak spurt into her, wave after wave, and because she was riding her own orgasm, it intensified it. Her pussy clenched around him, drawing him in, milking him of everything he had to give.

It was the most erotic moment of her life.

Nothing had ever come close.

And nothing would ever be the same.