Love Bound (9 page)

“Oh I’ll do more than kiss it, Addie.”

The heat in his eyes had her breath catching, but she
knew regardless of how much he wanted her she could never satisfy him. Giving a
grunt of exasperation at both herself and the situation, she turned to leave
when she was suddenly grabbed from behind. Before she could even cry out she
found herself pressed up against the wall with her arms restrained behind her. When
she felt the brush of silk as he tied what was obviously his tie around her
wrists, she cried out. “Dammit, Dom!”

“Hush. I’m not going to hurt you much, but tonight you’re
going to lose some of that formidable self-control for me.”

She was sure he meant his voice to be reassuring, but the
idea he wanted to strip her down to her base emotions terrified her. She
couldn’t — no, she wouldn’t - give up her control to him.

“Don’t do this to me.” Her eyes welled with tears at her
own foolishness in getting close enough to him that she ended up in this
position.

“Do what? Make you come? Sorry, baby, that’s a foregone
conclusion for tonight along with the punishment you earned by both lying and
running from me.”

She stiffened at his words. “Punishment! Are you outta of
your mind, Domhnall? Who do you think you are? My master?”

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her ear. “Yep,
you’ve pretty much driven me crazy since you snuck out of my house over a year
ago. You’ve no one to blame but yourself for what’s going to happen tonight.” He
nipped her ear before spinning her around. Before she could blast him, his hard
mouth covered hers and muffled any protest she could’ve mustered if he hadn’t
shocked her right down to her innermost core and into silence.

Electricity shot through her when his tongue thrust past
her lips to tangle with her own. Despite her own lack of climaxing during sex,
she’d always loved his kisses. Even if she couldn’t come, she’d take what
little pleasure she could from offering her body to him, including the way he
cuddled her afterwards as if she were the only woman on Earth. She whimpered
when he lifted her off her feet and was vaguely aware of him moving. Her
nipples peaked against the beaded chiffon top of her harem costume. A sharp
inhale accompanied his tweaking her nipple with a toothy tug through it.

When he finally lifted his mouth, she expected to find
herself by his massive four poster bed. Instead she found herself in the most
arousing but scary room she’d ever seen in her life. Gazing at what she assumed
was BDSM gear on the walls, and the various furniture scattered around the room
only reinforced the idea she was in his private dungeon or playroom. She could
only guess at the various uses of the items, but she knew she was in trouble
here. She’d never have guessed her ex-lover was into this kind of lifestyle. She’d
been sarcastic earlier when she asked him if he was a master. From the look of
things, he obviously figured that if gentleness hadn’t broken her control, then
he was prepared to play rough.

Fear ran through her as the diaphanous material between
her legs grew moist at the thought. She was afraid he might just be right.
She’d been fascinated by BDSM for years but had lacked the courage to enter the
scene. After all, Daddy would’ve blown a gasket if she’d smeared his good name
by wanting edgy, rough but fulfilling sex. But the idea Dom would give it to
her had her looking for a way out. She didn’t want to be vulnerable to him.

The snick of another electric lock as he shut the door
made her realize he’d cut off her only means of escape. Perhaps if she tried to
reason with him? Her breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen watching
him shed his tuxedo jacket and hang it on a peg next to the door. When he
released the studs holding his dress shirt closed, a surge of panic nearly
brought her to her knees.

“Come on, Dom, you don’t want to do this. You’ve got a
party and girlfriend downstairs waiting for you.”

She swallowed hard when he pulled the tails of his shirt
out of his waistband. Her breath came faster as he stopped mere inches from
her. So close she had to look up to see his hazel eyes but still felt the heat
pouring off his body. As he lifted his hand to the strap on her bikini top, she
took a step back.

“Touch me and I’ll scream bloody murder.” Even to her own
ears her protest sounded weak.

“Go ahead, Addie. Nobody will hear you. This room is
soundproof.” Running his finger over the enticing décolleté top of her costume,
he seemed intrigued. “And you’re very wrong. I do want to do this.” Flicking
the front closure nestled between her breasts, he popped it open. A startled
squeal escaped her when her breasts bounced free of the cloth and into his
waiting hands. He tugged lightly on the small silver nipple rings running
through them. “New?” When she flattened her lips and refused to answer, he gave
them a sharp tug. Unbidden a cry of pain tinged with pleasure filled the room
as she arched towards him. “Answer me, Adalia.”

She sagged against him as deeper pain warred with
pleasure. What the hell was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be responding like this.
“I…” when he tugged again, she went up on tippy toe. “Yes, yes, dammit, let
go.”

“Never.” His harsh reply was lost on her as he lifted her
off the floor and strode to what looked like some kind of inverted sit-up
board. With dark leather and silver ‘o’ rings at various locations, she had a
feeling he’d never used it to do sit-ups. She thought for a moment he’d changed
his mind when he released her hands from behind her back. Rubbing her wrists,
he checked them. “Good no bruising.” After pressing a quick kiss on each one,
he yanked them above her head and tied them once more with his tie to a ring
positioned above her head.

When he turned away, she nearly whimpered with distress. Surely
he wasn’t going to leave her in here alone. She paled when he picked up the
phone on the wall. Who the hell was he calling? From where she was positioned
she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Hanging it up, he shed his open shirt
and moved to the set of oak cabinets lining one wall of the room. With his back
to her he rummaged through the cabinet as she couldn’t help but admire the bare
skin he’d exposed. Her eyes widened as he turned around holding a large pair of
scissors.

“Dom?”

He gave her a reassuring smile. “As lovely as I find that
outfit, it’s time for it to come off.”

Her heart sank - she knew once she was naked, she’d be
lost. “Aw, come on Dom. Let me go. I promise I’ll leave and never darken your
doorstep again.”

His eyes narrowed when he slipped the scissors under one
shoulder strap. “You’ll be lucky if I ever let you out of my sight again,
Adalia. You’re going to belong to me.”

Before she could blink, he’d cut both straps of her top
and down it slithered to lay in pieces on the floor. Dropping to his knees in
front of her, he slid his fingers under the filmy waistband of her flowing
skirt. Frantic at the thought of him removing it, she tried to kick at him. A
low growl erupted from him and she felt a sharp smack on her right hip.

“Knock it off or I’ll tie your legs spread-eagled.” He
looked up at her, and she could see how serious he was by the icy look in his
eyes.

She scowled down at him. “Don’t even think about it! If I
would’ve realized you were into these type of games…”

Slowly standing upright until he towered over her, he
smirked. “You’d have begged me months ago to bring you in here.”

“Like hell!” She kicked out at him, but he was ready and
caught her foot.

“I warned you.” Crouching down, he grabbed something
behind the board. She nearly screamed in frustration when he pulled it under
and then over her thigh. As soon as he fastened it she realized it was some
type of restraint. He did the same at her ankle. Still cursing him, she tried
to stop him from securing the other leg. Struggling was pointless though as she
soon found herself restrained in every sense of the word. She wondered why
she’d fought him though when her womb flexed with need. Despite the protests of
her head, it was obvious her body wanted what he was offering.

Stepping back from her, he stared at her before licking
his lips. “Damn, if you aren’t enough to tempt the strongest of men.”

She rolled her eyes trying to strive for sarcasm but
failed utterly when her voice came out reed thin with need. “Do you get many
women that way?”

“Only the ones I want, Addie.” He reached to cup her
breast. She braced herself for his gentle touch. Despite his roughness earlier,
she didn’t expect it now. Dom was if anything a gentleman through and through. A
low moan flew from her mouth when he sharply tweaked each nipple before tugging
on her rings. When he let go she whimpered as the small weights he’d attached
to them while he’d distracted her made their presence known.

“Oh, my God!” Tugging on the silk tie holding her hands,
she tried to twist away from the sharp pleasure-pain from the dangling weights.

A dark laugh escaped Dom, but she barely noticed it when
his hand delved between her thighs. “Just as I suspected. You’re a submissive
little thing, aren’t you? You want to be dominated and have all your control
stripped away.” A thick finger spread her labia and thrust deep inside of her
sheath. A whimper slipped past her lips as he pulled it out. Wiping her own
juices across her lips, he thrust his finger inside her mouth. “Clean it off.” The
coldness and strength of his voice had her obeying without thought.

Tightening her lips around it, she stroked her tongue
over the bittersweet taste of her own cream. In the past she’d never liked the
taste of herself, so the few times Dom had gone down on her, she avoiding
kissing him right afterwards. To her parent’s moralistic teachings, only sluts
did stuff like that. Lovemaking was after marriage and it was only to be in bed
with the lights out…or so she’d been repeatedly lectured.

When he finally pulled his finger free, a look of
satisfaction crossed his handsome face, before he flicked one of the weights
attached to her right ring and sent it swinging.

“Dom!” What she meant to come out as protest came out as
a plea for more. Grasping desperately at her fraying control she tried to hang
on, but the surge of pleasure, coupled with the sting of pain and a huge wave
of lust pulled on it hard.

“Master.” His voice was firm and allowed no rebuke.

Her eyes met his and her will to not give into him
faltered.

“I…no…I…can’t…” Shaking her head, she sagged against the
bonds holding her.

“That’s not acceptable, Adalia. You will give me the
respect I deserve.” The determination was evident not only in his words but the
stance he held. A wicked even predatory smile curved his lips before he turned
and walked back towards the cabinets.

When he turned back around, she knew she paled. On his
palm lay the supple flogger and it seemed a natural extension of his hand. She
looked at him with trepidation before licking her lips coated with the tart
taste of her own forgotten juice. Damn, was he going to use that on her? Her
innermost minx begged for it.

He came to a stop in front of her. “Who am I, Adalia?”

She shook her head once more before closing her eyes. She
didn’t want to see the blows coming.

“Open your eyes, slave! There will be no hiding tonight. Tonight
we’re going to peel away all those layers. I will have the real woman revealed
or die trying.” With a sharp flick of the flogger, he lightly slapped at the
flesh of her outer thigh. Strong enough to sting but not so strong he broke the
tender skin.

“Ow!” Her eyes shot open. She couldn’t believe he’d
actually hit her! It was followed by feelings of pleasure mixed with pain so
intense she almost believed she might orgasm.

“That’s better. Now tell me who am I?”

Sticking her chin out, she silently dared him to do his
worse. She wouldn’t call him or any man ‘Master’ no matter how much pain or
pleasure he brought her. Her self-control was all she had left.

“Oh foolish, foolish girl.” He dropped the flogger onto
the specially made hook on his belt. “I’ll have you screaming it before the
night is over.”

* * * *

Almost an hour later, Dom was about to be rewarded for
his efforts. Straining against the bonds that held her tightly, with scarlet
marks scattered across her thighs, ass and swollen breasts, his little sub was
trembling on the edge of her first orgasm. Removing his fingers from her
clenching pussy, he licked her tart flavor off his fingers.

“So close.” He moved as if to stand and was pleased to
hear her cry of protest. “You know what I want, Adalia. Give it to me.” Parting
her wet folds he gazed at the small clamp and weight adorning her swollen nub. Giving
it a slight tug, he smiled as she blasted him verbally once more.

“God damn it, Dom!” Her voice was hoarse from her
continued pleas for enough stimulation to climax. Rubbing his finger over the
clit clamp, he smiled when she bucked against him. “Please!” Her plea for
sexual release was quite obvious.

“I thought you said you couldn’t orgasm.”

She snarled at him. “You sadist.” She fought the bonds
once more and nearly went over the edge when he again tapped the small weighted
clamp attached to the heart of her sexuality sending it swinging to and fro.