Nightfall (20 page)

She hadn’t had relief in ages, it seemed like. She’d never wanted sex like this before. Her simple orgasms had been enough for her, always. What was she going to do if he left? He wasn’t from here—what were the odds he’d stay, just for her? He was the leader of his—whatever they were, and he had obligations.

But right now, he had an obligation to her screaming clit, and he seemed more than willing to fulfill them, though with his slow speed, and the quiet little smile that he wore, she didn’t think he was in any hurry.

“How close are you right now?” he whispered.

Talking made it so much harder to keep still. “Feels—oh god—amazing, but I’m not— I think you could tease me like this for— Quite a while—” Her head dropped on her neck, and her choices were to cry out, or to shift so he hit just the right spot and tipped her over the edge. She settled for a cry, a loud and eager one, and he leaned forward then, taking away the cord and suckling her clit for just a second, just long enough for her to bury her hands in his hair and beg him to keep going.

And then he was standing again, tracing the curves of her hips with that fucking cord, and she was still empty, still on the brink, still desperate for release. “What are you doing to me?” Her voice was broken, panting, and her knees were starting to shake.

“Teasing you,” he said. “Taunting you. Making sure that you want this with every cell of you. The release that comes at the end of this—Roxie, it’ll be like nothing you’ve ever felt in your life. I swear it. But you’re going to have to wait. You’re going to have to be patient. You’re going to need to let me take care of you.”

The end of the cord flicked over her nipples then. They’d twisted into eager little points long ago, but the feel of the cord, its burned ends, taunting them, made her cry out. He leaned forward, catching her nipple in his teeth. His lips didn’t close over her though, which left her with the sharp feeling of his teeth on her body, and the cold rush of air over her flesh. “Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh my holy god.”

“We’re just getting started,” he said, laughing quietly to himself. “How soaking wet would you be right now if I slipped my fingers into you? Merely soaked, or do you think you’d qualify as flooded yet?”

She whimpered, too caught up in sensation to answer. Her hips shifted, her knees aching, and she felt the cord coming before it flashed across her ass. She cried out, feeling the wetness pouring from her, eager for so much more. “I told you to hold still,” he said. “And I want an answer. If I slipped my fingers inside of you—if I put my mouth on you—how wet do you think I’d find you?”

“I think I’d drown you,” she panted. “I think I’d come before you even touched me, and I don’t think I’d stop for days.”

“That’s my good little whore,” he said, and slapped her ass again with the coil of rope. “Do you like that?” he asked. She couldn’t find an answer, and he changed the question. “Do you deserve that?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, please. Yes, I do.”

“My god, you just get more and more interesting,” he said. “Put your arms behind your back.”

She did, but the rope didn’t start at her wrists, like she was expecting. No, two loops went around her shoulders, and then she could feel him making a knot. More loops around her arms, and then another knot. “This is called a dragonfly sleeve,” he said, his voice as calm and level as if he were reading a description off a website. “It’s my favorite way to start. It binds your hands behind you, which leaves so many interesting options open. It can work into other ties and knots. If someone wanted to be harnessed, for example.” For a moment, his hand left its artwork, sliding down her body to cup her ass, separating her body and pressing into that dark spot that he seemed to love so much. There was no resistance this time as his finger pressed into her; she found herself opening to him almost on reflex.

The hand still on her back shook for a moment. “You trust me so much,” he said. His voice was so quiet, he almost seemed to be talking to himself.

“You’ve given me no reason not to,” she panted. She wanted to impale herself on his hand, even though she knew it wouldn’t be enough, not right now. She wanted so much more than just his finger—
Oh, shit, his fingers
, she thought, and they both groaned—in her ass.

His fingers withdrew, and the sound she heard herself make was sad and lonely, pure misery. He laughed at her again. “Do you realize you’ve had your eyes closed since I touched you?”

She blinked, surprised at the release of the darkness. “I—no, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Would you like to be blindfolded?” He waited quietly, watching her. “I’m not asking as a Dom right now, I’m asking as a partner. It’s too intense for a lot of people, losing an entire sense like that, especially if you’re already bound. I get it if you’re not there.”

She thought about it for a long moment. “Do it,” she said. “I like being able to focus on what I’m feeling, not worrying so much about what I’m seeing.”

He nodded. “Arms okay? Not too tight?”

She wiggled her fingers. “I’m okay. Thank you for asking.”

He opened the chest again, then returned with a narrow length of black cloth. “Close your eyes,” he said, and she did.

She felt the cloth brush over her eyelids, felt it tighten behind her head. He made the knots carefully, keeping from pulling her hair.

Panic did settle in for a moment, and the words
take it off
rose in her throat. She forced herself to bite down on them for a moment, to wait and see if she could settle in to this new release before demanding that he change things. Her breath was flying in her lungs, her heart slamming, so it was no surprise that he could see and hear her distress. His hands came to her shoulders, moving with firm pressure, stroking in long movements down her arms, her back, and the sides of her body. There was nothing sexual about it—just comfort, firm and careful support. She was able to remember that she’d made the choice to trust him, and the fear evaporated, leaving behind a flexible willow tree spirit that let her sway with his firm motions.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Yes.” It seemed right to say it again. “Master.”

She heard his sharp intake of breath, and his hands were on her hips, pulling her firmly back against him. He’d shed his jeans at some point, and his body was achingly warm. The only thing that kept his erection separate from her skin was the thin jersey layer of his boxers. He thrust against her ass for a moment, and she let her head drop back over his shoulder. He took advantage of the access to her neck, viciously turning her chin away to nip and suckle at her skin. One hand wrapped around her hips to hold her against him as he ground into her, and the other ravaged her breast, pulling her nipple, teasing it, twisting it. She whimpered and cried, moisture making her thighs slip against each other. Electricity coiled up inside of her, ready to spring out in all directions, and she heard her cries becoming rhythmic, becoming desperate.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t you dare come right now. I’m not even inside of you, you wanton little bitch, I’m not even touching you. Don’t you dare.”

“I have to,” she keened, “I need to. I need to so much. I need to come in your arms.”

“If you do right now, I’ll stop,” he said. His fingers on her nipples, his thrusting against her ass, neither of them slowed even a bit. “I’ll stop right here, and this is all you’ll get. I’ll leave you here, bound, but I’ll take off the blindfold, and I’ll make you watch me while I toy with myself, tease myself for hours. Shove a big toy in my ass and stroke myself until you’re begging to have me inside of you, and then I’ll come all over your tits and leave you there. Do you understand? Don’t you dare come.”

The sensation was swirling through her so hard, her clit aching, burning, desperate to explode, to sag in his arms, but the idea of having no more than that, of not being full of him—she forced herself to breathe, to think of—something cold, of being out in the cold, shivering, of all this delightful heat siphoning away.

“Good,” he whispered in her ear. “What a good little bitch you’d be.” The hand that was across her hips slipped inward, parting her curls and her folds and finding her clit. He circled her once, and she sagged against him, on the verge of screaming. He went very, very still then. “Do you need to come for me?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Tell me how much.”

“Oh god, so much,” she whimpered. He circled her center again, and she choked back the scream with the words, forcing herself to hold off the sensations, forcing herself to keep breathing, to let it circle and circle and rise without bursting. “I need to come in your arms, I need to have you inside of me. I’ve needed it for days. I don’t know who I am when you’re not touching me and I think I’ll die if I don’t come soon. I’ll be so good if you just let me, please let me, I’ll do anything you want—”

His fingers slipped inside of her, curling in to that delicate spot just inside of her, the heel of his hand slapping against her clit as he drove his hand into her. She had no words—she couldn’t breathe. She felt her knees give, felt him control her fall to the ground. Her knees were outside his, she was splayed open for him, and he moved with her, his cock huge and solid, brushing against her hands. The movement was in time with his hand thrusting into her, and she could pretend it was his cock, pretend he was driving into her, slamming into her, and she didn’t think she could wait anymore, she thought it would be the end of it—

“Yes,” he whispered in her ear. “Yes. All over my hand, all over my cock, soak me, drown me, make me filthy.”

She screamed as she came. Her back bent, curving her over the sensation. He went with her, bearing her through the aftershocks, turning them into something else—not another wave of orgasm, exactly, but an extension of what was already happening. A continuation that lasted much longer than she ever would have dreamed was possible. Every time she thought she was finally done, he would touch something deep inside of her and set off another wave of nerve-shattering pleasure. Finally, the pain overcame the pleasure, and she tapped gently at the hand in her pussy. He got the point, pulling back his hand and just putting firm, gentle pressure over the entirety of her sex while she melted thoroughly into his arms.

“Good?” he said after a bit. He reached up and pulled the blindfold off. The lights had dimmed, but she still blinked a bit as her eyes adjusted.

“Holy hell,” she replied. She laughed, a thick, shaky sound. “Would you really have left me like that? All tied up and dying from need?”

“Without a question,” he said. “I wouldn’t have left you alone—you never leave someone who’s bound alone—but would I have tortured both of us for hours? Without question.” He shifted against her, and she felt his erection, still achingly hard, press into the small of her back. “Do you still want to kneel for me?”

“Always,” she said, without thinking for even a moment. “Again and again.”

He shifted against her again, and she heard him hiss softly. “It seems like there’s something I can do for you,” she said. Her hands were still tightly bound behind her, but that was perfect. She shifted her own angle slightly, and managed to get the right spot to stroke his cock with her hands. She waited for him to brush her hands away, or quietly demur her, as he had before—but this time, no. His forehead rested on her shoulder, and she could feel the wetness of his own arousal at the upper edge of his boxers. When he didn’t stop her, she shifted the band and wrapped her hands around the thick length of him. He groaned against her shoulder, and his hips started to move on their own, thrusting in and out of her hands. “My god, Roxie, are you sure—”

“No,” she said, firm enough that his head came up, and he eased himself free of her hands. “I mean, this is good, this is fine, but I can use my mouth, or you can fuck me…” she let the words trail out, and heard his surprised and eager exclamation.

He turned so that they were facing each other again. “You don’t have to,” he said. “You always offer, and you don’t have to.”

She leaned forward and kissed him. It put her off balanced and forced him to catch her, but she didn’t care. “I want to,” she said, then ran her tongue over his lip, nipping at the corner of his mouth. “In the woods, that was amazing, but I want to feel you slow and hard and deep inside of me. Do you understand?”