Breathe (19 page)

On him, pink wasn’t a color for a girl. It was sexy.

“I like the color.” His expression was unapologetic as he crooked his finger at her, beckoning her forward. “Especially when it’s against the soft skin of a woman.”

Wrapping his hand in her braid, he pushed gently on her head, urging her downward. “On your knees, kitty cat.”

Samantha did as she was ordered, her pulse beginning to race.

“Hands behind your back.”

Slowly, Samantha rolled her shoulders, then clasped her hands together at the small of her back. The squeaky toy was still clutched tightly in her fingers, and when Elijah knelt behind her, he adjusted her fingers so that she had a better grip on it.

“I’m tying your hands with one of the scarves.”

Samantha felt the silk wind around her wrists, felt it pull snugly as he fastened it. As she’d learned to expect, Elijah slid a finger between the restraint and her skin, ensuring that it wasn’t too tight.

“I’m going to do the same thing to your ankles.”

Samantha shivered when she felt the brush of silk over her calves and the soles of her feet in a teasing caress, awakening each spot that it touched.

She heard a hum of satisfaction, and then felt him stand again, circling back in front of her. She watched warily as he picked up the black strap with the ring, holding it out for her to see.

“This is called an O-ring gag.”

A small sound escaped Samantha’s lips as the words sank in.

“A gag?” She felt her body tense, but she couldn’t go anywhere with her arms and legs bound. “I don’t know if I like that.”

“You like bondage,” Elijah said, his voice matter-of-fact. “This is another layer of that. My job as your Dom is to push you, so I would like you to try this once. If you don’t like it, we won’t do it again.”

“But . . .” Samantha’s voice trailed off. Having her hands and wrists bound was one thing, but losing the ability to speak . . .

It seemed like giving up so very much more control.

“How do I use my safe word if I need to?” She glanced up at Elijah nervously. She trusted him not to push her too far—at least, she was pretty sure she did—but she wanted to have an escape route open to her anyway.

“That’s what the squeaky toy is for.” Elijah ran the supple leather of the gag through his fingers, and Samantha had to admit that it looked pretty in the dim light. “Squeeze it once to tell me no, and twice for yes. If I can’t tell how many squeezes you’ve done, I’ll stop. If you drop it, I’ll stop. Okay?”

Samantha’s fingers clenched involuntarily, and the toy emitted its high-pitched sound, making her jump. She giggled nervously.

“Okay.”

Elijah took a step toward her, the gag held loosely in his fingers. “I’m going to put this on you now. Then I’m going to ask you some questions before we start to play.”

Samantha inhaled a deep, shaky breath and nodded.

“Open your mouth.” Swiping her tongue over her lips first, Samantha did as she was told, parting her lips and stretching her jaw. Elijah gently worked the leather-wrapped metal ring into her open mouth, adjusting it so that her lips wrapped around it.

He pulled the sides of the leather strap around the back of her head and secured them snugly, then rested his hand on Samantha’s cheek for a moment, watching her closely.

She fought through a small wave of panic. There was something almost . . . claustrophobic . . . about not being able to close her mouth.

You can do this.
One look at Elijah reminded her of why she was putting herself in this situation.
This is for him.

“Good girl,” Elijah murmured as he watched her begin to relax. Reaching for the small plastic tub, he unscrewed the lid to reveal a thick white cream.

Samantha, focusing on trying to keep her breathing steady with the ring in her mouth, wasn’t prepared when Elijah swiped his fingers through the cream and then slid them between her legs.

Her breath whooshed out in a startled gasp when, with a sure touch, he pulled her teeny skirt up around her hips, parted the folds of her lower lips, and rubbed the cream over the hard nub of her clit.

Elijah held the fingers that still showed traces of the cream up to her nose. The thick white substance smelled of fresh mint, and she furrowed her brow as she tried to discern what its purpose was.

“Give it a minute.” Elijah chuckled as he screwed the lid back onto the tub, then placed it back into his bag. Samantha followed him with her eyes as he picked up the two small tweezer things, then turned back to her.

“Feel anything yet?” Elijah asked, grinning down at her. She shook her head, still eyeing the tweezers, shifting instinctively away from them.

The movement caused her thighs to rub together, warming the flesh, and then she felt it. Her clit, covered in the cream, began to tingle, reacting to the heat.

She hummed through her parted lips, looking up at Elijah with wide eyes.

“I thought you might like that.” Again without warning, he pulled the top of her bustier down, cupped her breasts in his hands, and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.

The dual points of pleasure had her shifting her hips and moaning. Elijah looked down into her eyes, and she saw banked heat reflected there.

“This is going to sting for a moment.” Releasing one breast, he continued to cup the other, and with his free hand opened the tweezer.

Surely he’s not about to put that where I think he’s about to put it.

She whimpered as he placed the tweezer over the pointed tip of her nipple, then quickly repeated the process with the other.

“Nipple clamps. They’ll feel good soon, I promise.” Elijah trailed gentle fingers over the sides of her breasts, then underneath, and the contrast of the soft touch with the pinch on the sensitive tips was enough to drive her mad.

“Good.” With a last gentle squeeze of the soft flesh of her breasts, Elijah let her go. As if her gaze was pulled by a string, she followed his movements, not wanting to lose sight of him for even a second while she was bound the way she was.

“Remember, one squeeze for no, two for yes.” Elijah’s hands strayed to his waistband, undid the button of his slacks, and Samantha felt her very core melt.

“Your name is Samantha,” Elijah said. He stared down at her, and Samantha furrowed her brow, not sure what he was getting at.

He mimicked squeezing something with his hand, and she understood, quickly squeezing the toy twice.

“You think I’m sexy.” Elijah’s lips twitched as he spoke. Samantha couldn’t smile around the gag, but rolled her eyes as she squeezed the toy twice. She understood what he was doing—training her, in a way, so that if she panicked and needed to use the toy, she wouldn’t forget what she was doing.

“On the checklist you filled out at Pecado, there were several items you left blank. I’d like to see if you have answers for them now.” Elijah’s eyes darkened as he ran through a short list. Samantha remembered leaving almost all of the items blank, mostly because she hadn’t known what they were. Now she answered either yes or no with the toy as he ran through the list, not answering for the ones she still didn’t understand.

There had been one item on the list, however . . . one item she’d left blank because she’d been embarrassed by her answer. This item, of course, was the one that Elijah left for last.

“When the checklist asked if you were interested in a scene involving more than one man, you didn’t answer. I’m asking again, yes or no?”

Samantha blanched, embarrassed.

“I’m not going to judge you, Sammie Cat. There’s no shame in feeling what you feel.” Elijah’s voice was serious, his eyes hot but full of understanding. “I’ll only be upset if you lie.” He paused.

“Now, I’ll ask again. Are you interested in participating in a scene with me and another male?”

Slowly, Samantha squeezed the toy once . . . then stopped.

Elijah fastened his stare to her face, nodding as if processing the information.

“Are you interested in watching me with another male?”

Samantha felt the flush start at the roots of her hair. She’d learned early on in life to control that blush, the curse of so many redheads, but once in a while it came on regardless.

She knew the pink hue to her skin would give her away no matter what she did with the toy. Inhaling sharply through her nose, she squeezed the toy twice.

She’d thought that it would be a big revelation, but Elijah simply nodded thoughtfully, the way he had with all of her answers.

“Very good.” With swift, sure movements, he unzipped the fly of his slacks and pushed them down until they rested on his hips. His semierect cock escaped the elastic of his gray boxer briefs.

His cock hardened fully under her stare, and she shifted, suddenly hot all over.

“We haven’t been together long, Samantha, but I’ve already learned that you find freedom in bondage.”

She raised her eyebrows, and would have argued if she hadn’t been gagged. But as he waited, ever patient, she felt a jolt straight through her body.

It was true.

“Right now I want you to imagine that you are fully bound. There are walls on every side of you, and you can’t move an inch.” Samantha closed her eyes, felt the sweep of her eyelashes tickle the heated skin of her cheeks.

He was right. When she was bound, when she pictured being constrained even further, she ceased to be herself—the big sister, the one in charge. She had only to do what Elijah told her to do, and to feel.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Samantha.” The crude words excited her, and she shivered. “And you can’t do anything about it.”

Impossibly, his words made her nipples in their clamps ache even more, and blood surged to her clit. If her mouth hadn’t been held open, she would have parted her lips for him, eager to do as he’d commanded.

“Don’t move,” Elijah warned her as he clasped the base of his cock in his hand. He tangled the fingers of his free hand in her hair, urging her forward even as he pressed his hips toward her.

The end of his cock slid through the ring and rested on her tongue. She moaned around the gag and pressed the tip of her tongue against the head of his erection, tasting salt and man.

“Don’t do that.” His fingers tugged on her hair, and she hissed around the sting. “Don’t do anything. Do you understand?”

She would have pouted if she could, but she settled for two squeaks of the toy.

“I have to have control here, Samantha.” As he spoke Elijah surged forward slowly, his thick length filling her mouth. “If you do something and I come before I’m ready, I could choke you. Do you understand?”

Two squeaks.

“Good.” His voice was filled with tension as he continued to press forward, filling her mouth further. Samantha’s eyes widened as she tried to relax her throat, tried to take his entire length.

For one long moment she felt herself gag, felt her eyes widen and her nose threaten to run. Then the muscles of her throat relaxed and Elijah surged the rest of the way, hitting the back of her throat.

It took every ounce of willpower that she had not to swirl her tongue over the heated length of him, not to swallow down the musk and salt that played over her tongue.

But the fact that she’d been given strict orders, that she knew exactly what she was and was not to do, allowed her to empty her mind of everything beyond the sensations currently taking over her body.

The satin-over-steel sensation of Elijah in her mouth. The tight burn of the clamps on her nipples. The intense arousal between her legs.

The only time she’d ever felt truly alive in her life was when she’d discovered the power of glass and flame. This, she realized suddenly, was just as consuming.

“Samantha . . .” Above her, Elijah sighed out her name. Though his fingers were threaded through her hair and his muscles were tense with constrained need, his eyes were fastened on her, and only her. He watched every nuance of expression on her face, every shift of her muscles.

To be the sole object of his attention was absolute bliss.

“Fuck,” Elijah muttered as he surged deeper still, shuddered, then pulled himself free of her mouth entirely. She felt a strange sense of loss as he stood above her, his hand fisted around the base of his cock, looking down at her through heavy-lidded eyes, his breath coming in pants.

“I wish I could do that all day. You have the most amazing mouth,” Elijah said, his voice both regretful and wicked. “I’ll just have to find a new game.”

Samantha shuddered as the possibilities rolled through her mind. The look in his eyes was so wild, she half expected him to push her to the floor and take her then and there.

Instead, he reached behind her head to undo the fastenings of the gag. Tossing it aside, he gently massaged the stiff muscles of her jaw, then pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Amazing,” he muttered to her as he signaled a passing sub, who then scurried back with a bottle of water. Opening it with those sure hands, he held it up to Samantha’s mouth for a sip.

“Thank you,” she said. The act of drinking very narrowly saved her from the confused tears that welled up at the backs of her eyes.

She hadn’t yet appreciated the tender side of Elijah, had been focused entirely on the dominant aspects of his personality.

She willed her heart not to tremble as she came to understand how caring he could be as well.

“You’re looking a bit too content there, sub.”

Startled from her reverie, Samantha looked up to find Elijah’s eyes glittering with amusement and . . . Was there something else, some hint of what she was feeling herself?

His hands found her breasts, and she lost track of the thought.

“This should bring your mind back to matters at hand.” Elijah’s voice was smug. He cupped her breasts in his palms, weighed them, then jiggled them up and down. The heavy beads at the ends of the tweezer clamps bounced, causing sensation to flow through the blood-deprived nipples.

“Brace yourself.” Elijah removed both clamps at the same time, his movements easy and sure.

Liquid fire rushed to the tips of Samantha’s breasts, and she couldn’t hold back a scream.