Masters of the Shadowlands 7 - This is who I am (28 page)

The burn expanded into a sharp pleasure, quickening her breathing.

He continued. Each advance of the plug stretched and burned, reaching a disconcerting, erotic tightness. Then it plopped into place.

She closed her eyes and squirmed, feeling as if it were pushing all the way to her tonsils. Too full, too much.

“Look at me, girl.”

Her eyes met his merciless ones. “I’m going to fuck you while that’s in your ass.”

Oh God
. He was so big. With the plug… Terror and lust made her shiver.

A crease appeared in his cheek, but the way he brushed his knuckles over her cheek was heart-stoppingly tender.

After he unrestrained the leg chained to the headboard, he clipped it to a chain on the edge of the bed. When he finished, her arms were still restrained over her head, her knees were raised, and her ankles pulled toward the sides of the mattress. The high wedge tilted her crotch embarrassingly high in the air…and rubbed on the plug. She tried to lift up. Didn’t work.

He settled between her knees. “Been looking forward to tasting you all night.”

Her face flushed even as her bones went limp.

He bent forward and ran his tongue over her pussy before his lips closed around her clit. She’d already been aroused from everything he’d done, and she gasped as an inferno lit inside her. His tongue flickered over the top of her clit. Then he sucked, licked, sucked. Her insides coiled, and as she clenched, the plug set off odd sensations, sending her higher. The pressure built and suddenly, without warning, she came.

So quick. As she recovered her breath, she frowned. All that work for a fast orgasm?

Expecting him to let her loose, she realized he was adjusting the Velcro strap on her right thigh. He picked up one of the clamps that dangled from thick twine. Oh, heck, she’d forgotten that thing. Her legs involuntarily tried to close and got nowhere.

Something bit like teeth on her right labia and kept biting. “Ow!”

He’d put the clamp on her down
there
. Another clamp went on next to the first. Her back arched as the stinging expanded, billowing upward through her body, changing into liquid heat.

One more. And then he started on the left labia.

Her entire pussy was a river of pain, filled with an unstoppable current of pleasure, taking her out of herself. Leaving her adrift like a paddleless canoe.

Leaving her in Sam’s control. As her eyes met his, she let go and let herself be swept away.

After a minute—hours, years—she felt a tugging down there. She lifted her head.

He was tightening the thick twine between the clamps and the thigh straps, pulling her labia open to expose her entrance and clit. A cool wash of air brushed over normally hidden places and contrasted with the burn of the clamps circling them.

“Like those, do you?” He was studying her reactions, his gaze moving again from her face to her breasts, her hands, her body. His eyes were the same blue as in the hottest part of a flame. “Say my name, Linda.”

“Sam.” Her voice was breathless but clear enough to gain a smile.

“Good girl.”

How could she need his approval so much? Want it and work for it? But she did.

He slid the small dildo-vibrator inside her vagina, angling it, and set it to a low hum. The vibrations didn’t feel like anything special…until he leaned down and licked over her clit.

Oh mercy
. With the touch of his tongue, the nub felt as if it were being teased from two sides. As it swelled, she felt as if its size was doubling or even tripling.

Sam tormented her clit, circling up and over, forcing Linda back into arousal as if she’d never come a few minutes before. Her body’s attempt to move, to tighten, pulled on the labia clamps. The burst of pain soared right into sheer bliss with not a second between.

As she shuddered, her hips strained to lift to his mouth. The sensations came too fast to process, shoving her up and up until her body contracted like a fist as the fireworks of an orgasm shot upward, then sparkled through every cell inside her.
So magnificent.

As she floated down to earth, she felt the bed under her, the aching in her nipples and labia. She opened her eyes. “Heavens, that was…” She frowned at the laughter in his eyes as he turned off the vibrator. “What are you planning?”

“Just more of the same, missy. Nothing special.”

More?
She’d come twice in only a few minutes, and her heart still hammered. “I don’t think so.”

He leaned forward between her knees to lick her breasts and nibble on the compressed peaks before pushing her breasts together.

As the teeth of the clamps dug into her areolae, she groaned. He continued.

By the time he finished, a freeway of electricity sizzled up and down between her pussy and her breasts, and heat wafted upward from her skin as if her blood was boiling inside her veins.

He sat back on his heels, studied her for a second, and grinned. “Ready for another round?”

She was. How could she want more?

Nodding as if she’d answered, he flipped the G-spot vibrator to a setting that created a roller coaster, up and down, of vibrations.

When his mouth closed on her clit, she jumped. Too much, too sensitive.

Ignoring her squirming attempts to evade his tongue, he mercilessly worked her up, rubbing the sides. Toying with her.

The restraints held her limbs still, the wedge tilted her up. Clamps on her pussy held her so open. Every step he’d taken had left her more exposed, positioned right where he could force her to come for his own enjoyment. The bone-deep knowledge that he was playing with her, doing just as he wanted, sent her arousal spiraling out of control. “Sam,” she whispered.

He lifted his head, meeting her gaze, the demand in his expression perfectly clear.
Give me everything.

The breath she pulled in shuddered through her, feeling as if it cracked something deep inside her.

His diamond-blue gaze warmed. Leaning down, he took her clit between his lips and sucked on the tip as hard as he did on her breasts.

“Aaaaaah!” Her back arched, held, held, as the orgasm blasted through her without finesse, without mercy. Her arms tugged on the chains. Then she went limp. A fine sweat covered her body, chilling her as it cooled.

Sitting back, he flicked the vibrator off. His hands were warm as he stroked her hips. “Pretty Linda.” His gaze ran over her as he smiled.

Her pulse was roaring in her head, and each heaving breath pulled on the clamps. The alcohol was definitely gone.

He pulled his shirt off. Such broad shoulders. A muscular chest with a six-pack that a twenty-year-old would envy. All man. And with an erection that bulged his jeans. Why wasn’t he inside her? Satisfying his own need.

She swallowed against a dry throat. “Can I… Will you let me please you?” Everything in her wanted to give him the same joy he gave her. Making him happy satisfied her in ways she’d never be able to describe. “It’s your turn, honey. I’ve had enough.” Trying to entice him, she licked her lips.

“Not yet.” His eyes held hers. “I’ll tell you when you’ve come enough.” He played with the vibrator settings, choosing one with a continuous heavy buzz.

She could feel it, enjoy it, but her body was finished and not reacting. “I’m pretty sure that’s it for me, Sam. Let me—”

“Pretty sure it’s not.” He lifted a…thing…from the floor. A giant vibrator with a mushroom head the size of a girl’s fist.

After turning it on, he pressed the head lightly between the labia clamps and against her exposed clit.

“Sam!” The vibrations were so intense her clit felt zapped by jolts of electricity.

As he rolled it back and forth, everything in her clenched and, like a flash fire, exploded into a brutal orgasm. Her scream echoed off the walls.

He turned everything off.

She felt as if her body was sinking into the mattress. Perspiration had wet the hair at her temples and behind her neck. “I’m done. Really.”

“Nope.”

He did it again. She came.

And again. She came.
Oh God
. She groaned as she roused from the last orgasm. How could something feel so good that her whole body ached? Her voice came out a moan. “Can’t. No m-more left.”

His eyes held an evil satisfaction as he studied her trembling body. “I think there is.”

She tried to move, to escape, and couldn’t. The restraints held her open to anything he wanted to do, whether getting her off or hurting her. The knowledge set up a separate pulse of desire, a low chant saying,
Use me, take me, do what you will.

Damn, damn sadist…and Dom. His hard lips curved as he watched her futile attempts, head tilted as if he could hear the yielding voice inside her. Yes, he’d make her take until he decided to stop.

Why did knowing that set her insides fluttering with more than anxiety? The part of her that was still thinking protested, “Sam, really.”

He reached between her legs, and the anal plug sprang to life with wicked vibrations. Every nerve between her butt cheeks blasted awake, an entirely new region of sensation. Her thigh muscles trembled as her need for more, for
something
, grew to unbearable.

When he pressed the vibrator to her clit, it ignited an explosion that ripped her right from the world as she came in long, almost painful rolls of pleasure.

After a while, she could hear herself sucking in air. She blinked and tried to focus. Sweat had drenched her body, trickling under her breasts and arms. “Please. No more.”

“Safe word?” he reminded her.

A shiver ran through her. She wanted…wanted whatever he did.

A crease appeared in his cheek as he set the vibrator on the bed and switched off the anal plug. “Think I’m ready to fuck you now, girl.”

An uncontrollable tremor rolled through her body. When his eyes gleamed, her insides quivered even more. “No,” she whispered, just to hear herself protest…and to watch him ignore it.

Smoothly, he slid the G-spot vibrator out of her and set it to one side. When he opened his jeans, she swallowed. His cock was far bigger than the thin vibrator, and he hadn’t removed the anal plug. He pressed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. With the labia clamps on, nothing blocked his way. Balanced on one arm, he worked in with incremental thrusts.

Everything felt too, too tight. Her body was stretched out, her arms chained. She couldn’t move, no matter what he did, and she felt her excitement increase at the knowledge. “You don’t fit.”

His smile was…sadistic. “You’ll take me to the hilt, missy. Even if it hurts.” He gave her a level, implacable gaze that shot lust straight to her core. “Especially if it hurts.”

As he stared down into her eyes, openly savoring her discomfort, currents of excitement sizzled through her.

Slowly, inevitably, he impaled her, continuing until his groin rubbed against the labia clamps. The glorious heat from the pinching soon engulfed the throbbing at her entrance.

He reached under her to start the anal plug again. With him filling her so completely, the vibrations shook through her whole lower half, and she gasped at the overwhelming sensations pulsing through her.

“Damned tight.” He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth as ferociously as he started pounding his cock into her body.

He thrust in and out, filling her pussy, emptying her. The multitude of input—vibrators, clamps, his mouth, his cock—rang through her like a tolling bell, confusing her, driving her up again.

Every slick slide of his cock preceded the feeling of being filled to discomfort. His weight was heavy on her hips. She breathed in the clean outdoors scent of him as he kissed her deeply, making her feel thoroughly possessed. Restrained, pressed down, filled everywhere. The shivery knowledge was like bubbles racing through her.

She felt his body start to tighten. Oh yes. She loved feeling him come, seeing the satisfaction on his face. Nothing compared to making this man happy.

“One more,” he said.

“What?”

Without answering, he lifted up slightly and removed her left breast clamp. After a second of almost relief, the agony of blood rushing into the abused flesh made her arch and suck in air. Insidious pleasure wove tendrils between the pain until she wasn’t sure what she felt. Her insides clenched down against his thickness, against the vibrations of the anal plug, and she shot into arousal and need as if a rocket had gone off.

“There’s a good girl.” He stared into her eyes as he slid his cock out, and then he removed the other clamp.

She felt every little prong pull away from her nipple. The shocking influx of blood turned to the most exquisite pulsing, and her body clenched again. The anal plug vibrated, but she was empty…

Laughing under his breath, he slammed his cock home. Her back tried to arch against his heavy weight as her entire body filled with searing, scalding pleasure, filled and overflowed, cascading into an unstoppable climax.
Oh God
. Wave after wave of sensation rushed through her until her hair and fingers zinged with the orgasm.

Heaven help me; I’m going to die just from a climax
. She tried to glare at him, but even her eyelids felt limp. And he was still hard inside her, moving in and out slowly. The realization sent a shudder through her.

“Honey. Not coming?” Her words sounded slurred.

“I will.” His gravelly chuckle was soft against her ear. “When you get off again.”

Her body had died. For sure, this time. “Not happening.” Regret at disappointing him made her breath hitch. “I’m sorry.”

The creases at the corners of his eyes deepened, and the look he gave her tugged at her heart. “Don’t worry, girl.” He nipped her chin, then rubbed his chest against her oversensitive nipples, sending pain zinging down to her clit. Her insides tightened around him and the plug. Somehow, without dislodging himself, he sat back onto his knees, withdrawing until his cock was barely inside her.

Cool air wafted over her damp skin, and her nipples tightened again, increasing the burn. The delight.

He ran a finger over her sensitive clit, making her jump, and she clenched again. His smile showed his enjoyment at controlling her responses…and that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. “Oh, I think you’ve got another orgasm in there,” he said, and his laugh held a cruel, wonderful edge that took her breath away.