Radiant Surrender (CSA Case Files Book 6) (39 page)

“Yes, I put myself in danger,” Jessie said forcefully, mad at herself for being in this position. What made it worse was that the low ache in her pussy betrayed what her mind was saying. It craved this and she wondered if she’d ever understand the contrary emotions. “I won’t do it again, Gavin.”

“You’re right. And do you know why?” Gavin closed the distance between them and was now standing near the edge of the bed. When he laid the implement beside her and then took her pillow she almost cried. In its place was another cushion, although this one was to keep her chin up to look in the mirror he’d placed against the headboard. He wanted her to watch what he was going to do to her milky white beautiful bottom. She’d forgotten that he’d asked her a question until he answered it. “Because after this scene, you will learn what happens when you intentionally put yourself in danger and will not want to repeat it—ever.”

Jessie already didn’t want it repeated ever, but a part of her understood what he was saying. She didn’t like it, but she accepted it. She kept her eyes on Gavin, just as he liked, and she held her breath when he picked up…a plug? It wasn’t the cane he’d set beside her, but instead a very large glass anal plug that would never be able to fit inside of her. She bit her lip when she saw him lubricate the sizable toy.

“My advice would be not to tighten up your muscles,” Gavin counseled with no hesitation at all. Before he was even through speaking the wide tip was already at her tight entrance. “Afterward you’ll thank me properly.”

The plug instantly parted her sphincter, the coolness of the implement not helping in the slightest. Gavin wasn’t allowing her to get used to the size and when the burn sparked, it felt as if a fire was consuming her lower half.

“Gavin, slow down. I can’t—” Jessie tried to close her legs but the spreader bar prevented her from doing so. She couldn’t help but tense her muscles, going against his advice. She groaned when he kept pushing against the base, making her accept more of the bulbous glass. “It’s too much!”

“That isn’t what the glistening of your cream is telling me, Jessica.” To prove his point Gavin trailed a finger in between her folds. Even she felt the slick juice leaking from her pussy, her body betraying her and telling him that this was what it wanted. “You haven’t even taken half of it. Shall we see how your body responds when it does?”

With that last question Gavin continued to drive home the plug. Her sphincter stretched more than it ever had before, having no choice but to accept the plug into her body. When her anus finally closed around the indented portion around the base, her body had come close to having an orgasm without any other stimulation. How was that even possible? She was afraid to move, but jolted slight when she felt his fingers rub her clit. She had to grab the sheet with her fingers to keep from screaming as pleasure somehow took the place of the pressure.

“Do you remember those weights on your nipples that you loved so much?” Gavin asked, giving Jessie a foreshadowing of what was to come. There was only so much pleasure and pain a body could withstand and although she knew that was where he derived his pleasure on taking his submissive to the point of her threshold, she wasn’t sure she could take what he was about to do. Her clit betrayed her by swelling underneath his fingers. “I thought so. Your pussy is at the perfect angle for a clit clamp and some dangling weights. Imagine what that will feel like every time my cane makes contact with your skin.”

Jessie felt the first rise of alarm that this scene was going further than he’d ever taken her before. She trusted in him that he would know her boundaries, just as she trusted in herself to know if she needed to use her safeword. When she felt him pull down on her clit and then the pressure of the clamp he was referring to she couldn’t prevent herself from trying to move away from the compression. There was nowhere to go and she was subjected to firmness in which the clamp adhered to her most sensitive tissue.

“I-I can’t take a-anymore, Gavin,” Jessie whispered, for every time she shifted her body to try and adjust to the pressure of the clit clamp, the large plug moved and caused another round of fire to encompass her anus. “No more.”

“Of course there is more, Jessie,” Gavin stated matter-of-factly while adding the dreaded weight balls to the clamp. It wasn’t until he released them and they hung heavy from her clit that there wasn’t a place in her lower region that wasn’t affected. He quickly and effectively did the same to her nipples, which were hanging in between the wedges. That was when she realized she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. His image had become fuzzy, but not blurred enough that she didn’t see him pick up the cane. A small sob escaped when she realized that he was actually going through with this part of her punishment. “Since this is only your second chastisement, I’m being slightly lenient. This should help.”

Vibrations traveled over nerves that Jessie hadn’t known were there. The anal plug was doing the work and sending the pulsations down the clamp and into the weights. Her clit was constantly being stimulated and before she could process everything that was happening, she heard the swift cut of air by the cane before it connected with her ass. She opened her mouth, but not a sound came out as he slowly worked up the tapping of the instrument until each strike felt like gasoline being lit by the strike of a match.

“You are absolutely radiant,” Gavin said, his words cutting through the fog that seemed to have descended on her. Jessie was a mass of sensations and she didn’t know where one began and another ended. She’d ceased struggling long ago and accepted each register as she surrendered to him. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, but the release came over her before she comprehended what had happened. “Don’t fight it, Jessica. Let it empower you.”

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, only to be mixed with the pain of the cane and the burning sensation she felt as her anus clamped down on the large plug still vibrating inside of her. It was so big that her sphincter wanted to close more with each contraction, but wasn’t allowed. The hoarse cries she heard in the distant were from her and by the time another orgasm overtook her she’d lost her voice.

Jessie couldn’t feel her fingers for they were numb from the tight hold she had on the sheets. What she did feel, very noticeably, was Gavin taking a position behind her on the bed. His cock was at the entrance of her pussy and when she tried to tell him that there was no room for his wide cock he proved her wrong with one thrust. Her vast amount of cream lubricated his entry and another orgasm overtook her when his tip hit her cervix. He drove into her with a vengeance, taking her to that place she never thought existed until he’d shown her. By the time she came down off of the high, he’d had his release and had already unfastened her from her restraints.

“Arms around my neck,” Gavin ordered, having already removed the wedges from underneath her. Jessie wasn’t so exhausted that she didn’t wince slightly when the plug shifted, but she was too afraid to mention it because he might take it out. She didn’t want it moved, but found she didn’t have a choice when he set her on her feet in the shower—which meant he was about to release her clamps as well. “Put your hands on my shoulders and breathe deeply.”

Gavin smiled gently, which was the only reason she complied. Jessie gripped his shoulders with every ounce of strength she had and it still didn’t prevent her from crying out when he released her nipple clamps at the same time. She supposed it was like ripping a Band-Aid off, but all she wanted right now was to curl up on his lap and let him take care of her. When he did the same to her clit clamp she wasn’t responsible for the curse words that slipped out.

“Only the plug is left and then I promise you we will stay in here until the water lulls you to sleep,” Gavin said softly, turning her around and physically helping her place her hands on the tile in front of her. She closed her eyes tightly when she felt him take the base of the plug and slowly pull it out. Her sphincter didn’t want to let go, but it wasn’t a match for his strength. She’d expected to feel empty but when he lifted her into his arms and sat on the extended seat that had been specifically designed for this shower, she felt loved. She even had enough energy to smile against his chest when he felt the need to remind her of why he’d used the cane. “No more putting yourself in danger or you’ll find out what it feels like to have only the cane as my instrument. As it is, I think I might have gone a little too easy on you.”

“Not at all, Gavin,” Jessie murmured, snuggling deeper into his chest and loving the fact that his arms tightened around her, capturing more of the warmth from his body. “You made your position quite clear and I will never intentionally put myself in harm’s way again. From how sore my ass is feeling right now, you were right in thinking I might have trouble sitting for a couple of days.”

“I’ll rub some ointment on your skin once the hot water has soothed the irritation. You’ll be a little tender tomorrow, but it won’t be unbearable.”

Gavin kissed her on top of the head as he leaned back against the tiled wall, content in just holding her. He seemed more relaxed than she’d ever felt and she closed her eyes to relish in the intimacy of his after care. Each day from here on out would only bring them closer together and she looked forward to their future.

“I’ll always take care of you, Jessica,” Gavin said, his chest vibrating with each word. “Always and forever…even if it means putting red raised stripes on your ass.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

R
yland nodded in acknowledgement at the blonde woman who’d flashed him a smile of gratitude for holding the glass door open for her. She was dressed in a custom cut Dolce & Gabbana Jacquard Longuette dress that left little to be imagined about who was paying the bills. He did take a few extra moments to admire her heart-shaped ass as she sashayed down the sidewalk of the busy city streets in Bern, Switzerland before he walked into the home branch of the Swiss National Bank. She still had nothing on Fallon Canna.

The blonde profiler didn’t want to admit it, but it was evident that his way of life intrigued her. In truth, it was he who was titillated by the people who didn’t understand that killing was nothing more than a job and one that he was damn good at. He wondered then why it was that she escaped on the first plane that was available after their multiple interviews when he’d extended an offer for her to stay. A little distraction from his medical woes would have come in rather handy. As it was he still couldn’t get rid of the slight limp in his leg from the bullet that Crest had so kindly put there.

“May I help you, sir?”

Ryland flashed a smile and pulled out his wallet, taking out the twelve digit pin he’d used for the corresponding numbered Swiss accounts that held the majority of his ill-gotten monies. Although Travis Bowers was now back in the land of the living, the pitiful monthly retirement of an O-5 wouldn’t buy him a case of his favorite liquor. He held up his Roland Weatherton passport.

“Yes, I’d like to make a withdrawal but I’ll need to speak with a manager. My account was opened a number of years ago. I’ll be withdrawing a considerable amount.”

It wasn’t long until one of the managers came forward and ushered him to an office located on the left side of the bank. It wasn’t of size and the stale air made it uncomfortable, so much so that Ryland wondered how anyone could work in these conditions. It wouldn’t be his problem once he was given his money.

“Mr. Weatherton, it’ll only take me a moment to verify your pins for the listed accounts.” The name listed on the nameplate was Ted Anderson. Ryland studied the man’s features as he pulled up details of the account on his computer and decided that the name fit. He was an average looking man with brown hair and brown eyes. One would never be able to pick him out of a line-up. “Yes, I see your accounts. How much would you like to withdraw today, Mr. Weatherton?”

Ryland proceeded to tell the manager a round enough figure that wouldn’t set off any alarms yet enough that it would give him a nice nest egg once it was deposited under Travis Bowers’ name in the near future. He would continue this pattern for many months until he felt it met his requirement. Turning over a new leaf wasn’t inexpensive, especially for a man with his tastes. He’d yet to decide where he’d like to make his permanent residence, although he was leaning towards Washington D.C. A certain blonde had caught his attention and he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“I’m afraid your balance wouldn’t cover that amount, Mr. Weatherton.”

Ryland must have misunderstood the man and asked for him to repeat himself. It was clear that he made the manager nervous and if he continued to state the incorrect information, Ryland would certainly give him reason to be frightened. When Ted rattled off that there was only five hundred dollars in the account, he restrained himself from leaning over the desk and taking Ted by the neck. Instead, he sat forward in a very calm manner.

“Thank you for your time.”

Ryland rose gracefully, exited the office and waited to make the necessary phone call until he was out on the street. He’d had to get a new make and model due to the fact that Crest had taken his old one and never returned it. It wasn’t as if he had to worry about the content, since he’d erased any pertinent information, but it was a hell of an inconvenience. When his contact finally answered Ryland didn’t waste any time.