Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] (11 page)

"Lie down on your back and raise your right arm over your head."

Automatically she started to question but stopped when he narrowed his eyes. Her decision earlier had been to return to him and give this a real shot, and that's what she was going to do. Jennifer crawled onto the bed and flipped over, positioning herself as he'd requested.

"That's a good girl.” He moved to the closet and disappeared inside.

Her nerves jumped sporadically as she waited for him. What did he have planned for the rest of the night if he wasn't going to give her sex? When he appeared in front of her again, he carried a long length of black rope in his hands and wore a slight smile on his face. Daegan leaned across her and tied the rope to the bedpost before shackling her wrist with the leather cuff attached to the opposite end. “Pull your arm as far as you can,” he instructed.

She tested her range of movement and even gave the rope an extra tug to see what kind of give his knots had. While she'd have no problem moving around with the slack he'd left her, the connection to the bed seemed fairly solid. A slight edge of panic crept through her mind.

"I should have asked if you needed to go to the bathroom."

"I'm fine,” she answered.

Next, he pulled the comforter from the foot of the bed and carefully covered her. He brushed the hair from her face, leaned forward, and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “If you need anything, all you have to do is call for me. I'm not a heavy sleeper, and my room isn't that far away."

Fresh panic sliced through her. “What? I'm staying here by myself?"

"Don't sound so worried. Another night alone will give you the time you need to consider everything that happened this evening without anything to interrupt your train of thought."

She jerked on the rope keeping her attached to the bed. “But why this? I'm not going anywhere."

"So you say.” He sighed, settling down on the edge of the mattress. “I think there's still a good chance you'll change your mind.” His voice lowered, “I don't think I could bear waking up to find you gone again."

Surprised, she looked into his eyes, her breath catching at the naked pain and vulnerability showing there. An ache deep inside her bloomed bright.
Need
. The depth of which robbed her senses. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy moistened. Her body responded to him even when her brain made no sense.

"Okay, Daegan.” She tried to keep her voice even, but her words came out broken anyway.

"I'll be right through there if you need anything.” He nodded toward the door. “I'll be back in the morning to set you free."

Her stomach lurched. Maybe she didn't want her freedom anymore. It seemed the more she let him in, the less she wanted to go back to the way things were. She still wasn't sure how she'd handle the job issue, but she was tired. Tired of the same old same old and tired of not believing.

"Good night, love.” He brushed her lips with the tips of his fingers and stood from the bed. “Oh and Jennifer.” He paused. “Apology accepted.” With those parting words, he walked through the door, only stopping long enough to turn the light off. She heaved a sigh of relief when he left the door open. There was an odd longing inside her to keep some connection between them. Her body hummed with unmet need, something she could easily take care of herself. Instead she drew her legs into her chest and comforted herself with amazing images of Daegan punishing her and then putting her to bed. Yes, it seemed odd to get the warm and fuzzies about such things. She didn't care. She was alone in his guest room, but for the first time in a really long time, she wasn't lonely.

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Daegan leaned against the door frame and stared at Jennifer sleeping in the small bed. He'd tried everything to fall asleep, even going so far as to drink some warm milk to no avail. He palmed his hard erection, giving it a firm squeeze.
Hard to rest with this bloody thing getting in the way
. Not to mention the allure of knowing the woman he'd become obsessed with slept less than thirty feet from his door.

Obsession is a slippery slope.

Admittedly he'd waited too damn long to get back into the game. It didn't matter. What he felt for Jennifer was simply natural after Claire. Daegan blocked the image of his wife. She had no place in this. He deserved a respite from the grief, and the woman fighting him every step of the way provided just the challenge he needed to get past this.

Maybe he'd come on a little stronger than he'd intended, but she desperately needed some structure in her life. How many times had he spied the wild-eyed look of a woman out of control? Some subs didn't know how to ask for what they needed, making his job more difficult but not impossible. In the moment, his decision had felt right. He'd really enjoyed spanking her and judging by how needy and wet she'd become, he'd say she'd enjoyed it too. She responded to him better than he'd dreamed. Still, she had so many hesitations. That dichotomy aroused him, no doubt. It also worried him. He was getting too damned attached, and if she truly wasn't capable of making a commitment to the lifestyle, they were both going to end up hurt. Daegan sighed. His job was to prevent that as much as possible.

He scrubbed his face and backed away from her room. There seemed to be no way to get the seductive scent of her arousal out of his head. He took a step in the direction of her door. And another. His entire body throbbed with the need to feel her wet heat surrounding him. To cuddle against her soft skin and breathe in her scent.

Ah, fuck it. He'd tried everything to suppress the urge to bury himself inside her heat, and nothing worked.

Daegan crossed the room and pulled the twisted comforter loose from her limbs. She stirred but didn't wake. Curled on her side and facing away from him, the first thing he noticed was the red blush of her ass from her spanking. He groaned while climbing into bed behind her. His fingers grazed the skin of her waist and hip, tracing the faint trails of freckles that dotted her skin. Somewhere along the line she'd spent a lot of time outdoors, letting the sunshine kiss her pale body. He savored the silk-smooth flesh along the small expanse of her waist. His palm flattened, and he swore her stomach muscles jumped under his touch.

The urge to keep her like this as much as possible overwhelmed him. Her beauty should be marred by clothing as little as possible. No wonder she made such a fantastic fetish model. Not only was she comfortable in her own skin, she had an extraordinary figure that didn't fit the mold of every other model he'd seen. Her hips were a little rounder than most, but that only enhanced the heart-shaped appearance and provided more leverage for rope.

There was so much more to her than the model though. He'd witnessed many small details that pulled at him. The fear he often saw in her eyes when someone wanted inside, the helpless look she turned on him every time he made a demand. There was so much goddamned need wrapped up in a tiny package, bursting to get out. When she let down her guard, her submissive nature would demand attention. He planned to be there to give it to her.

With a soft touch, he swept his hand underneath her breast, cupping it. He savored the weight of it. She murmured in her sleep, making him smile against her shoulder. Warm. Sweet. His. At least for now.

The thought made him harden more. He rolled his eyes and breathed deep, searching for a semblance of control. His gaze wandered to the hand resting above her head. He considered for about half a second taking the time to attach the other one to the headboard as well and decided he didn't want to wait that long to be inside her.

He snaked his hands down her front to the tops of her thighs, where he stroked his fingertips between her legs. He cupped her mound. “Wake up, love,” he whispered in her ear. He nuzzled her face and nipped at her skin until she moaned and eagerly spread her legs for him. Her back arched as his fingers slid between the slippery folds of her pussy to the heat awaiting him. They moaned in unison.

"Lift your right leg,” he commanded.

She languorously complied. She might be awake, but sleep still held her in some form of its grip. No matter. He needed her too much to stop now. He reached behind him and fumbled with the nightstand drawer until he found the condom he'd been looking for. For a few seconds he released her to tear open the packet and roll it onto his cock. He shuddered at the desperation gripping him.

Daegan slipped his arm underneath Jennifer's knee and lifted her leg until he cradled it in the crook of his elbow. He inched forward until the tip of his shaft nudged her opening.

"I'm going to fuck you now, love.” He didn't wait for an answer or a sign. He simply bucked forward and slid inside her with one smooth stroke. Sensation exploded in his head as the tight wet sheath of her pussy gripped him like a vise. For a second his vision blurred.

"Daegan,” she gasped.

Dark, sardonic thoughts filled his head. “I think it's about time you start calling me Sir or Master."

Her muscles clenched around his dick in response. “Ohhh...” she moaned.

"Say it.” He pulled back and thrust into her hard. A wave of possessiveness swept through him. Hot pulses squeezed his cock. Much more of that, and he'd lose his mind. She was so slick with her own juices he wondered what the hell she'd been dreaming about. When she didn't respond, he gripped the tendon at the curve of her neck with his teeth and bore down.

"Sir!” she screamed.

Oh yeah. The satisfaction from her response spurred him to bite harder while he flexed his hips, surging deeper than before. With one hand, he gripped her hip for leverage and began a steady in and out slide. Easy at first, then he picked up the pace, making every hard thrust slam into her. She wriggled and cried out under the onslaught until he tightened his grip and fastened her into place. No longer could she move or control anything. Her whimpers turned to pants, and he swelled further. Every sweet sound from her mouth slid up his spine in a tremor of pleasure, turning him into a man possessed.

Seeking more leverage, he pushed his free hand under her shoulder and banded her to him with his forearm.

"Please, Sir. Oh God, Sir.” She trembled against him.

"It's what you wanted isn't it? Now I've got you. You're mine."

A choked sob escaped from her. That simple sound made him crazy. He pumped faster and felt his orgasm rising. Not willing to go there without her, he angled his hips upward and began a rhythm of short spiky jabs aimed directly at her G-spot. She cried out in shock.

"You feel even better than I'd imagined.” His fingers dug into her flesh, making sure she couldn't move an inch as he hammered into her over and over. Eventually, he had to give in to the pleasure. He released her hips, slid his hand to the slick folds between her legs, and swiped his finger across her clit. The resulting jerk of her body brought a smile to his face.

"That's right, love. Time to come.” He pressed down on the hard nub and drove his cock deep. Her long wail was music to his ears and almost as much pleasure as the sensation of her muscles milking his dick when she came. Her body convulsed every time her muscles flexed until blood roared in his ears and light flashed before his eyes.

He thrust one last time and snarled as his cock jerked inside her, spilling his cum into the condom. White-hot heat flooded his senses as her spasms clutched and pulled at him until he'd gone dry. Daegan slumped across her back and fought to catch his breath before his heart exploded.

Somehow the intensity had gotten away from him, and he'd nearly fucked her into the mattress. He stretched backward and pulled her with him so she too could get some air. Reluctantly he pulled out and eased from the bed. He slipped into the bathroom and quickly disposed of the condom, cleaned up, and returned to the bed with a warm, wet cloth.

With a soft touch, he took his time and gently cleaned her. She remained still, not saying a word as he worked. “Are you okay?"

She turned to look at him, a soft smile on her lips, and his heart tripped in his chest. Glassy eyes, flushed skin, and swollen lips gave her a well-used look. He stifled a grin. She probably didn't want to know how much he liked seeing her like this. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, eliciting a quiet moan. His fingers trailed along her thigh, tracing a path from knee to hip. The jitters and nerves from before had at least temporarily disappeared. He'd have to do this to her more often. In the last several hours, he'd finally managed to lower some of the shields she clung to like a life raft. The more he stroked and petted her, the softer she became.

He pulled her into the curve of his body and nestled against her ass. “You feel incredible, love."

"I really like it when you call me that. It sounds so special,” she murmured.

"You are special,” he responded, while with his free hand he caressed a breast. Under his touch, her nipples grew taut. Always so responsive. He smiled.

"I'm really glad you came back."

Jennifer's stomach flip-flopped at his admission. “I had to. I tried to leave. I really did. But—but I just couldn't. I kept dropping my keys in the parking lot."

His arm wrapped around her stomach, and he pulled her closer. So close she thought she felt the thumping of his heartbeat on her back.

"Don't be afraid,” he reassured her. “We just need to get to know each other better, and then we'll figure it out."

She sighed. He didn't want to know her. Not really. No one wanted the dark parts inside her.

"I already know about your career and your extracurricular activities.” He pinched her nipple.

"Hey,” she halfheartedly protested.

"So tell me something I don't know. Tell me something about your childhood. Why have you been on your own since you were sixteen? Did something happen?” His hand stroked through her hair as she considered his question.

Deep memories she managed to keep hidden began to rise, and Jennifer squeezed her eyes against them. “Be careful what you wish for."

He pressed a kiss to her nape. “I can take it. Trust me. Where I grew up, it wasn't all picket fences and roses, you know. Ireland can be harsh when she wants to be, and no one is immune."