Owning Wednesday (20 page)

“How does it feel?”

“It feels so naughty and intense, and…”

She arched against his hand. He slid two fingers into her, never stopping the maddening teasing of her clit.

“And what?” he asked.

“It feels like I totally belong to you, and I never want you to stop fucking me, ever.” She clutched his cock as she came breathlessly, the last of her words a weak exhalation. She tried hard as hell not to moan out loud as his fingers worked her pussy and her walls contracted on them again and again. He didn’t take them out of her until she was exhausted and still beside him.

“Daniel,” she whispered. She gripped his cock.

“Suck me, Wed. Fucking suck me. Now.”

She dived under the blanket. At that point she didn’t care if anyone saw, although in the quiet, dark cabin she doubted anyone did, because it took less than a minute for him to finish. She swallowed his hot cum, careful not to spill one drop.

Sheepishly, she emerged from under the blanket, and Daniel smiled at her. “No one saw.” He smoothed her mussed-up curls back to rights. He kissed her then, deep and hard, his lips overtaking hers.

Finally, limp and satisfied, she sat back in her seat and looked over at him.

“You make me do naughty, naughty things.”

He opened his hand, where her now very rumpled and damp panties were still clutched. “I do? I think you’re quite naughty without my help.”

She snatched them back with a mortified blush.

“Now,” he said, “go and put them back on, you naughty, naughty little slut.”

* * *

She slept after that, replete with contentment, slept against Daniel’s comforting frame while he kept her hand trapped in his. He gently shook her when they were almost to their destination, and kissed her to wakefulness.

“We’re almost there, baby.”

She stirred, blinking, to find herself staring into his cerulean blue eyes.

“I’m glad you were with me,” he said next to her ear. “What a flight.”

“Yeah, I agree. I’ve never been on one quite like it.”

“So, are you a new member of the mile-high club?”

“Daniel, I’ve never even flown first class before, much less sucked someone off under a blanket and had them finger-fuck me until I came.”

He laughed, and they stood to gather their belongings. Thankfully their raunchy conversation was drowned out by the bustle of passengers preparing to disembark. She looked around at their tired, blasé faces. They had no idea what she and Daniel had been up to in the wee hours of the morning, she was sure.

They quickly made their way from the airport to the hotel and checked into their room. Daniel teased her again that it was soundproof, but it looked like a regular hotel suite. She wasn’t much of a screamer anyway, more the crying and pleading type. Anyway, who would call hotel security and make a report that someone was being spanked?

It was actually a beautiful room, tastefully furnished and decorated with a sitting room and a well-stocked kitchenette. The bathroom was the size of her old apartment, and they had a lot of fun playing around in the two-person shower, helping each other wash off that grimy travel feeling as soon as they arrived. Even so, it was still, essentially, a cold hotel room, and she was relieved that she’d decided to come, for Daniel’s sake. She hated to think of him alone on that long flight, then going to sleep in the massive hotel bed all by himself.

Thinking of Daniel and the huge bed together made her clit suddenly start to ache again. God, what was wrong with her? Shouldn’t she be jet-lagged? She was wide-awake, and she wanted to fuck.

She wasn’t the only one. Daniel had barely dried off from their shower when he turned to her and fixed her with a look.

“What?” she asked, hugging herself.

A broad, slow smile spread across his face.

“You came on an airplane for the first time last night. Have you ever come in Australia, Wed?”

“I’ve never even been to Australia. But I’d love to orgasm here, if you think you could arrange that.”

“I think I might actually be able to,” he said, approaching her like some wild thing stalking its prey.

She started full-on giggling before he even got to her. He looked so horny and fierce. He grabbed her and threw her in the middle of the bed and climbed on top of her while she laughed the whole time. She jumped when he touched her, which made him start laughing and made her laugh harder still. He started to tickle her, the absolute tyrant.

“Shh, shh!” He tried to muffle her with his hand when she started screeching. “This room is not really soundproof.”

She could barely catch her breath to laugh at that. She pushed at his hands, begging for respite. “Stop! God, stop. Don’t tickle me. Please!”

No one on earth was more ticklish than her, and he’d made it his business to learn all her most ticklish spots by heart. She lay under him, gasping for breath, screaming even past the barrier of his hand. He stopped and smiled, tormenting her by wiggling his fingers just above the surface of her skin.

“If I really want to punish you, Wednesday, I should tickle you rather than spank you. I think you hate it worse.”

“I do,” she said. “Please. Mercy. I’ll be good.”

He nuzzled her, his fingers finally growing still. “You haven’t even been bad, have you? You’ve actually been very good. I have no excuse to punish you now. That’s no fun.”

“Maybe you can punish me for not giving you a good reason to punish me.”

“You’re a genius.” He schooled his face to a stern look of reproof. “You naughty girl. How dare you behave when you know I want you to be bad?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in mock remorse. “I have no excuse for my behavior.”

“Hmm,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “I suppose you need to be disciplined. You’ve gotten completely out of hand.”

“Spank me. It’s the only way I’ll ever learn.”

His mouth twitched a little at the corner. “Wed, darling, who’s in charge here?”

“You are.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

She nodded, because she didn’t trust herself to speak. He arched over her, his hands on either side of her head, and she wanted him to nestle his cock between her legs. He didn’t, though, just gazed down at her thoughtfully, brushing the hair back from her eyes.

“Monday.”

She giggled. “My name isn’t Monday.”

“I like to call you Monday sometimes.”

She shivered as he licked her neck. “I know. But that’s not my name.”

He stroked her arm, soft and slow. “Tuesday.”

She smothered more laughter. “Daniel, quit.”

He traced her jaw, cupped her chin, licking and nibbling her lips.

“Thursday.”

“Daniel…”

“Friday.”

“Please. I asked you nicely to quit.”

“Saturday. Sunday. Christmas. Easter. St. Patrick’s Day.”

“It’s Wednesday. You have to face facts.”

“Hmm,” he said. “I’m partial to Monday.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Wednesday,” he said softly.

“Yes, Daniel?”

“I don’t feel like spanking you tonight. I’m too tired and too happy to have you here.”

“Oh.”

“But you know,” he continued a moment later, tracing his fingertips lazily up her arm, “I can think of some other ways to torment you. Some very effective and torturous ways.”

“Torturous?”

“Mm-hm…” He breathed against her neck. “To you, yes.” He nuzzled her, making her shudder, and drew his fingers up the side of her leg. “Put your hands up over your head and leave them there.”

She did exactly as she was told, and he left her to open her suitcase and root around. He returned with the beautiful white restraints, and heat and pleasure flooded her veins. He knelt beside her and cuffed her hands together with one, then used the other to secure them to the bed. He improvised, since this bed didn’t have all the points of attachment their bed did. When he was satisfied she couldn’t get away, he leaned back and studied her. His cock was already hard and swollen. She wanted it inside her like nothing else on earth.

He seemed to have other plans for her, though. “Open your legs.” She did, but he wasn’t satisfied, because he pushed them even wider. He slowly parted her with his hand, drawing the moisture from between her legs up over her clit. He started to caress it—very lightly—and she moaned, arching up into his touch. He did it until she started to drift, until the vibrating, building sensation made it hard to lie still. He did it until her breathing grew frantic and labored and her hips were twitching to find that blessed release—

Then he stopped.

She moaned.
Oh God. Oh God no
. He’d really meant what he’d said about torment. She lay there, frustrated and unsatisfied, while he watched her with a faint smile. Then he said, “Do you want me to taste you? Do you want me to put my mouth on you?”

“Yes!” she said. “God yes, please, Daniel.” She was so hot, so hot from his touch and from the bonds. He knelt between her legs and opened them wide with his shoulders, then lowered his mouth to her mons.

Oh good God, his lips were incredible. His tongue, his teeth—they all worked in perfect harmony, licking and tickling her, conspiring to make her go completely wild. As she writhed and bucked beneath him, there was only one thought in her mind.
Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop until I come!

But just before she came, the man fucking stopped.

She actually sobbed then. “Daniel, no! Please! Please don’t do this to me. You’ll kill me.”

“Kill you? ‘Here lies Wednesday, total drama queen.’ I’ll visit every week and leave butt plugs on your grave.”

She pulled hard at the restraints, but of course there was absolutely nothing to be done. He wouldn’t even let her squeeze her legs together. When she tried, he snapped, “Open them, Wednesday!”

He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples. Her scent was on his lips and his tongue. He nibbled and teased her breasts until she cried like a frantic child. He was truly, literally driving her crazy. If he didn’t touch her clit, she was going to die. She felt like every ounce of blood in her body was now pooled and teemed right between her legs, waiting to explode.

“Daniel, this is too mean! You’re being too mean to me!”

“Mean? I think I’m being pretty nice. You can’t tell me this hurts. You seem to be enjoying it very much, judging from how wet you are.” He slid his fingers deep inside her, and she came up off the bed, moaning and panting in desperation. “Yes, definitely wet.”

He dived down between her legs again, as soon as she wasn’t close enough to come. And, being Daniel, he knew exactly when she was about to come, and at that exact point he left her again. She thought she might have cursed at him then. She couldn’t remember. Her brain was too wrecked. He frowned at her. “Language, Wednesday. You sound like a sailor.”

She sobbed. She begged with her gaze. He stroked her hair while she stared and longed for his hard cock. So close yet so far. He watched her knowingly.

“What do you want, girl? What do you need?”

“Please, please fuck me, Daniel. Please let me come!”

He considered. “I’m not sure I’ve tortured you enough.”

“I think you have!” She arched her hips toward him. Again, he teased her clit with his fingers. “Don’t. Please don’t…not unless you’ll let me…”

“Let you what, Wednesday?”

“Find some release! I’m dying. You’re driving me crazy. Totally crazy!”

“You drive me crazy all the time.”

He was merciless. She looked in his eyes, the way he really loved for her to do. She looked deep in his eyes and begged him from her heart. “Daniel, please!”