Re/Bound (Doms of the FBI Book 1) (30 page)

He reached over her again. With one hand, he flicked open the bottle and poured it over the three-pronged vibrator. Extra dripped on her pussy, teasing with its lighter density as it slid through her juices. His fingers followed it down and made sure her anus was lubricated enough.

After lining the larger dildo up at her opening, he slid it home. Her vagina stretched, adjusting to the inhuman girth. The soft vibrations rocked her cells with soothing tenderness. She felt his fingers near her anus, guiding the shorter prong into her back entrance. He snuggled the pad for the clitoral stimulator into place, but when he let go, gravity made it gape away.

Reaching over her again, he snagged something. She watched with no small amount of dread as he poured lube over a soft, purple vibrating nipple clamp. It was a badly designed toy, but she had repurposed it. Having masturbated with the damn thing, she knew exactly how much power it held.

He nestled it between the uncooperative part of the vibrator and her clit, not bothering to clamp it in place. Stuck between her body and the thick hilt of the vibrator, it wasn’t going anywhere.

Flicking the dial at the base, he switched the setting. It pulsed, sending short bursts through her pussy. Darcy moaned. The heavy scent of her arousal filled the air, and he stood, fully dressed, looking down at her.

Tension took its sweet-ass time coiling low in her belly. She didn’t know how much time passed while he watched her tremble and writhe. When her climax finally came, it took her by surprise with its intensity and duration.

Sweat trickled between her breasts and ran along her hairline. Her body vibrated to a different rhythm from the plus-size dildo. Theo changed the setting so that the pulses came longer and slower.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, completely out of her control and not at all indicative of attitude. She breathed through the powerful forces she couldn’t hope to manage. Her will slipped away. For the first time in so very long, she ceded all control to another person.

Theo’s soft smile contained all the reward she craved and all the arrogance she loved. He stroked a hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. She focused on the vision he presented as he unbuckled and unzipped.

He slid his hand, still lubed from earlier, over his cock. She craved the feel of him inside. He could choose her pussy or her ass. She had no preference, though she knew he did. His speed increased, and his hand twisted each time it came to the purpled head.

Passion made his eyes heavy-lidded and accented the harshness of his features. She recognized the flare in his eyes that came a second before he did. His semen shot from the tip of his glorious cock, splashing from her stomach to her face.

Before she could decide whether or not she liked being marked this way, or even if she wanted to have an opinion on the matter, the world went white. Always loud when she climaxed, she didn’t manage to make a sound. Her body bowed. Peripheral awareness registered how hard the ropes dug into her wrist and thighs.

Theo reached between her legs. He removed the clitoral stimulator, but he fucked the dildo into her with long, even strokes. Reaching up, he removed the first nipple clamp. Fire shot through her body, feeding her orgasm.

She tried to scream, to beg, to react, but she was no longer in control of her body. The other clamp came off, sending a fresh wave through her body. Darcy didn’t know where it went or when it stopped. When she woke up, she found herself in the bathtub, cradled between Theo’s legs.

Cool water trickled from the tap to pool under her scorched pussy. White nylon rope bound her ankles together. Her wrists, which she lacked energy to move, had thick leather cuffs wrapped around them.

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” Theo pressed a kiss to her forehead and held a bottle of water to her lips. “Drink it all. You need to stay hydrated, and we’re not finished.”

She downed it, gulping greedily until it was gone.

“More?”

“You’re going to kill me.”

He chuckled. Against her back, his chest rumbled. She felt safe and secure. “You submitted to me.”

“Yes.” She took immense pride in that fact. “That doesn’t mean it’ll be easy from now on, though.”

“I didn’t think it would.” He filled a cup with cool water and poured it between her breasts.

“I earned your submission, and the fact that you gave it proves you trust me. I’m not a lazy man, Darcy. I’m willing to work for it, and I’ll always cherish it as the precious gift it is.”

If her body hadn’t been completely relaxed, she would have nestled into him. “You’re a very romantic man. I like that about you.”

“Flattery will not make me go easier on you when we get out of here.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Manipulation hadn’t been her intention. “Why am I tied up in the bathtub?”

“You’re in the bathtub because I gave you a bath. You’re tied up because I like you this way.”

She leaned back against his shoulder and angled her neck so she could see his face. “And I’m yours to do with what you like, Sir.”

“You sure as hell are, sweetheart.” He reached for something on the floor outside of the tub. When he brought it up, she watched him rip the foil. He leaned her forward and covered his cock. Then he lifted her up and slid into her pussy. With her ankles bound, it made for a snug fit. Surprisingly she didn’t ache unpleasantly. “Ride me, baby. I want to hear you come before I string you up and flog that gorgeous ass.”

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Light glared in her eyes, tearing her from the deep sleep into which she’d fallen after he’d flogged and fucked her. She lifted her head from his bare chest and squinted. They’d left the hall light on and the door open. If she didn’t turn it off, it would continue to impede her sleep.

She shifted to get up, but his arms locked around her. He snuggled closer, brushing his unshaven cheek against her temple. “Where you going?”

“To turn off the hall light and make sure the doors are locked.”

“The doors are locked.”

But she’d woken him up. He petted a hand down her back, which still felt the aftereffects of the very thorough flogging he’d administered. She shivered, and a tiny whimper sounded deep in her throat.

He lifted his head and squinted at the display on her digital clock. “How’s your back?”

She rubbed her mons against his hip. “It’s as good as my front.” When he didn’t protest, she grew bolder and rolled to lie on top of him. “I was very impressed with you last night, Sir.”

The light from the hall let her see the smug smile that lifted the corners of his mouth. He dragged his fingers over her ass and thighs, his smile growing when she shivered and ground her hips against his growing erection. “I bet you were.”

She kissed a path up his neck and along his rough jawline. “You used the vibrator with the anal stimulator. You’ve never shown interest in that toy before.”

He squeezed her ass, no doubt in warning. “I told you I didn’t have a problem using some of the smaller toys. I’ve used a plug on you before. Don’t push it, sweetheart, or you’ll find yourself bound to the bed while I use your body and then go back to sleep.”

Lifting her head, she pulled her body up his until they were face-to-face. “Theo, I feel like we’ve broken through so many barriers tonight. You took an approach I didn’t expect, and completely floored me with the doors you opened. I liked fighting you, and I really liked that you didn’t let me win. Now I’d like if you told me exactly how you came to not like anal anything.”

He tapped her hip, a gesture that asked her to move off him. His leg shifted restlessly against the sheet, and the erection pressing into her upper thigh began to soften. “Darcy, now isn’t the time.”

“Theo, please.” She begged quietly, the raw edge of desperation communicating exactly how much she needed to break through the barriers between them. She sensed he held back something big and important. “I’d like to think we’re to the point where we can tell each other anything and everything.”

Guilt glinted softly from his eyes, darkening them to almost black. He looked away from her face, focusing on some point over her right shoulder.

“Remember when I told you I started out as a sub?”

She nodded.

He exhaled, a long, loud sound in the silent stillness. “I subbed with two different women before I decided it wasn’t for me. Both of them explored anal sex. The first one didn’t press the issue too much. She liked butt plugs. As long as they weren’t too big, I could live with that. I could even enjoy it.”

Darcy tried to imagine him wearing one. For a man like Theo, it would be a supremely submissive act. Try as she might, she couldn’t imagine him as a true submissive. She had no problem imagining him topping from the bottom. Sensing he’d come to the traumatic point, she made an encouraging noise.

He took a few deep breaths, and tension stiffened his muscles. “The second Domme I was with liked to use strap-ons. She’d tie me up and fuck my ass. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes it didn’t. I hated it. No matter how much I protested, she wouldn’t stop.”

She opened her mouth to ask if she didn’t honor his safe word, but the question never made it past her lips. He needed to gather his painful thoughts, and she needed to be patient.

“This was before I knew that what happened in a D/s relationship was all consensual. I thought I had to take what the Domme dished out. I thought I could only call red if I was in too much pain. When I switched, I vowed to never make my subs feel that way. There’s a difference between finding pleasure in helplessness and feeling violated.”

His fingertips traced a light pattern over her lower back and her ass, stimulating the places where he’d flogged her. She knew he didn’t mean it that way. He sought to gain comfort from touching her skin.

His nostrils flared, and the faraway look in his eyes turned hard. “I know I’ve pushed you, Darcy, but I’ve always honored your use of the safe words. I’ve done everything I can to make sure you’ve enjoyed what we’ve done, and that you consented.” His eyes suddenly focused, and he searched her face. “I never want to make you feel like I did.”

She brushed her lips over his, a kiss to comfort the emotions she knew were rioting through him. “Theo, I’m sorry you had a bad experience. But you’re letting it run your life. I’ve not only consented to having anal sex, I’ve asked for it. Have you ever been on the giving end?”

He shook his head. “Darcy, it doesn’t matter. You brought up the topic and killed my hard-on. I told you I had no problem using plugs and beads on you, but that’s all you’re going to get out of me. I meant it.”

From the stubborn set of his jaw, she knew asking and assuring him of her enthusiasm wasn’t going to get her anywhere. She traced his collarbone with her gaze and her finger, and she remembered the way he held her hand in the restaurant on their first date. “Theo, it seems to me you need some pleasurable sensations to replace the unpleasant ones, some good memories and experiences to wipe out the bad ones that dominate your perception.”

She lifted her gaze, and he met it, locking her into place. He looked into her eyes. She recognized his steel resolve, and the depth of the love shining there hit her hard in the stomach.

“You have a way of spinning something to make it sound like a good idea. Very well, sweetheart. I’ll try it your way.”

She resisted pointing out that it was his way. He was the one who had originally proposed the idea of replacing the bad with the good. Lifting her torso, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock.

“Do you want to face me or would you prefer to take me from the back?”

He blinked. “Is there really a choice?”

She laughed and pumped her hand up and down his shaft. “Yes, there’s a choice.”

He lifted his hips, thrusting his hardening cock into her hand. “Face-to-face. I want to know if you’re not enjoying it.”

Throwing back the covers, she scrambled from the bed. “You grab a condom and some lube from the bathroom. I’ll get a towel.”

When she returned from the hall closet—she left the light in the hall turned on so Theo could see what he was doing—he stood next to the bed. He scratched his cheek and regarded her with a bemused expression. “This is shaping up a lot like you’re the one in control.”

She positioned a pillow in the center of the bed and spread the towel over it. “I don’t think helping you get started is topping from the bottom. I have more experience than you. But if you want to tie me up, I won’t fight you this time.” She climbed onto the bed and settled her ass on the pillow. It tilted her pelvis to give him the best angle. Turning her head to regard him, she flashed a cheeky smile. “Next time, though, all bets are off.”

Baiting him worked just as well this time as it had before. He positioned himself between her legs. She bent her knees and planted her feet on the mattress, spreading her legs as wide as they would comfortably go.

He drew his finger through the cream coating her pussy. “I like you in this position. I’m not going to bind you. This time.” He withdrew his finger and palmed the thick cock jutting from his nest of curls. “Touch yourself, sweetheart. I want to watch you masturbate as I fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She adjusted the pillow under her head so that it supported her shoulders too. The visual of him stroking his cock brought more wetness rushing to her pussy. His chiseled muscles gleamed in the dim light, and she fervently wished she’d turned on the overhead light in the bedroom. She was a little jealous of his hand.