The Darker Side of Pleasure (7 page)

“No.” She turned to the waiter. “Thank you.”

Dinner passed in a blur. All she knew was that Cam kept one hand possessively on her thigh, and she couldn’t wait to get home so he’d slip that hand between her thighs again. His hand, his mouth, his cock. She didn’t care. As long as he kept on touching her.

Was she becoming obsessed with sex, suddenly?

Doesn’t matter.

As long as she was with Cam, really
with
him now, nothing else mattered. The way he was making her feel was pretty mind-blowing. And she was safe with him. She could trust him. Maybe trusting herself would come later.

The house was dark when they got home. Jillian jumped out of her BMW, waited while Cam pulled his briefcase and portfolio case from the leather saddlebags on his big, pearl black Harley-Davidson. His job as an architect seemed to require that he carry an armload of work with him everywhere he went. Luckily, his prized motorcycle could accommodate not only Cam’s size, but all of his job-related accoutrements, as well.

Once inside, he set his things down and pulled her close. She could feel the heat of his big body radiating from him when he bent to kiss her lips.

“Go get ready for me, Jillian.”

Oh, she was ready. But she knew what he meant.

Upstairs, she stripped her clothes off, clipped her hair up, and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good running over her skin. Since last night her body was alive, sensitive to every sensation. She had a feeling it was only going to get better.

She eyed the loofah sponge hanging from a hook, and imagined the rough surface of it running over her skin, her nipples. Her body gave an involuntary shudder. Everything was a potential new sensation, everything wore an aura of sensuality. She wanted to be touched in every way, to experience texture in all its endless variety. This adventure with her husband had awakened her in such an unexpected way, but she was open to it, wanted it.

But right now she wanted him. She turned the water off, not wanting to keep Cam waiting no matter how good the shower felt. No matter how enticing the needle-sharp spray of the showerhead, how interesting the idea of the loofah sponge, the bristles of the long-handled back brush. He would feel even better.

Dried and lotioned, she slid her silky robe over her shoulders and stepped out into the bedroom. Cam was there, his hair wet and a little spiky. He must have rinsed off in the bathroom down the hall. He wore a pair of black boxers and nothing else. He had turned the lights off and lit the amber-scented candles again. And once more music played in the background, low and moody.

The candlelight glinted off the ripple of muscle across his shoulders, the tight six-pack of abs.

Cam came over to her, circled around until he stood behind her. His hands came up, briefly cupped her breasts beneath the silk of the robe. Her nipples sprang up hard immediately. He slid his hands over her shoulders and bent to kiss the back of her neck. His mouth was hot, sending shivers down her spine.

“Time to get naked.” He drew her robe down her arms and it fell to the floor.

Cam’s hands were back at her breasts again. He tweaked her nipples, making them harden even more. She held still, waiting to see what else he would do while her sex contracted in expectation. Her mind was emptying already as he led her to the bed. The ropes were still there from last night, tied to the corners of the bed frame.

“Lie facedown, Jillian.” There was that same commanding tone again, the one that made her wet with need.

She obeyed.

He tucked a pillow under her hips, so that her ass was raised into the air. She felt extra naked, somehow. Exposed. Vulnerable. But she liked the feeling.

Cam was fastening the ropes. First one wrist, then her ankles, then the other hand, just like last night. But this time she couldn’t see what was going on. It was a little unnerving.

The first thing she felt was his smooth palm sliding over her skin. Down her spine, her buttocks, her thighs. He just touched her like that for a while, until she was loose and relaxed. Then he began a gentle tapping on her buttocks. Just a small slapping with his fingertips. It didn’t really hurt, but almost. Yet it felt wonderful at the same time, if her dampening sex was any indication.

He began to slap a little harder, so that it stung a bit. The stinging seemed to go straight to her sex, making it fill and swell.

Cam bent over her and whispered, “Good?”

“Yes!”

He slapped harder, using more of his palm now, and the stinging increased. So did the lust running hot in her blood. She moved her hips into the pillows.

“Ah, none of that, Jillian. Hold still.” He gave her a good, hard slap.

She yelped. But why did it feel so good? She wanted him to do it again.

Cam seemed to read her mind. His spanking—for she realized now that was what he was doing—became gradually harder. A slow, rhythmic buildup. His hand coming down hard on her ass, inflaming the skin as the blood rushed to the surface to meet the punishing little slaps. And she was as turned on as if he had his hand between her thighs.

He was spanking her hard now, and then he slipped a few fingers into her tight, waiting hole, and she lost all ability to reason.

All she knew was his hand coming down hard, the sting turning to thud, then back again, as he created some wicked cadence that changed and flowed. And his fingers inside her, moving in and out in rhythm with his slaps. She arched, moving her ass higher into the air. And Cam, knowing immediately what she needed, as always, slid his fingers out of her and used them to stroke her clit.

He was still spanking her hard. Her buttocks burned with heat. She pushed against his fingers, her clit hard and aching for release. And when he shoved his thumb into her and pressed up onto her g-spot, she came in a long, powerful shudder. His hard, slapping hand on her ass drove her on. His thumb buried deep inside her, his fingers rubbing over her swollen mound. It was almost too much, she was coming too hard.

From somewhere far away, she heard herself scream. In pleasure. In pain. It didn’t matter.

When the waves subsided she thought Cam would stop, but although he took his hand away from her drenching wet and still-spasming sex, he continued the spanking.

Postorgasm, her skin was even more sensitive than before, but still it felt good. His hand landed one hard smack after another, stinging, throbbing against her raw flesh. She wondered why he didn’t stop, then understood when she heard him cry out, felt the spurt of his hot come all over her ass.

The spanking stopped. She realized she was panting. So was Cam. He used his fingers to rub his semen into her skin. It felt good on her fire-hot flesh.

She waited. The ropes holding her tight felt good to her. Safe. Her flesh burned. Her mind was numb. Her body was relaxed, lambent.

She heard Cam walk into the bathroom. When he came back a moment later, he used a warm washcloth to wipe his sticky seed from her. Then he bent over her and trailed soft kisses up and down her spine, bringing gooseflesh to her skin.

She was still burning with need. Still wanted him to fuck her, but she knew he’d need some time to recover. Meanwhile, she was happy enough just to lie there, safe and snug in the ropes, with Cam kissing her like this.

What was it about being tied up that made her feel so safe? She didn’t understand. She wasn’t sure she cared right now, except that when she stopped to think about it, it seemed so strange. It was as though nothing was her fault right now, her responsibility. Nothing could be while she lay here, bound and helpless. It was a huge relief.

Cam rubbed her arms and shoulders with his big hands, massaged even her fingers. He was so loving, so gentle. It was a stark contrast to the spanking he’d just given her, but that made it all even better.

After a while he laid his body over hers. She felt the hard planes of his chest pressed against her back. She’d always loved that he was such a big man, loved the sheer size of him. And she loved his big cock. The first time they’d had sex, she wasn’t even sure she could take it all, but over time her body had become accustomed to his size. And now all she could think about was having it shoved deep inside her.

She squirmed her hips, and realized he was growing hard against her. His cock was filling, lengthening, until it lay heavy and engorged between her buttocks.

Cam growled into her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. And you’re going to love it. And you’re going to come for me again.”

“Yes,” she whispered as he slid the tip of his cock between her spread thighs and into her opening.

She tried to push against it, to take more of it. But he wouldn’t let her.

“You’re not the one in control here, Jillian. Are you?”

She took a deep breath. “No, Cam.”

“That’s better.”

He slid in another half inch. Her sex contracted, grew wet again. He slid out, until just the tip remained. She felt his hands on her ass. He spread her ass cheeks apart, slid his thumbs down, and spread the lips of her sex wide. She’d never felt so exposed, with her ass in the air, her sex wide open. And the idea of it made her even wetter. She wanted to squirm, could barely hold still. But she would do whatever Cam told her to do.

“You have the most beautiful pussy in the world, honey. It’s so fucking hot. So wet and pink. Makes me want to put my mouth there. To lick you until you come again. But right now I need to fuck you hard.”

With that he slid home. Shoving the length of his cock inside her, he filled her almost to bursting. And then he began to move. He thrust into her, his hips pistoning in and out. There was no mercy. He fucked her hard, just as he said he would.

Her inner walls gripped his engorged cock with each thrust. She shoved her hips back against him, taking him all in. It hurt. It felt good.

She pulled against her restraints, but they held her tightly in the safety of the rope’s embrace. And all the time Cam was fucking her, fucking her, until she thought she was going to come apart. And when she came, it was an explosion that ripped through her, singeing her sex, her entire body, with the heat of it.

And then Cam was coming, too. His body went rigid all over. He yelled her name. And went limp against her.

CHAPTER FOUR

S
UNDAY MORNING
. S
UNLIGHT STREAMED THROUGH
the tall windows, casting a warm golden gleam across the hardwood floors. Jillian could smell the rich, acrid scent of coffee drifting up from downstairs.

She stretched out on the big bed, wishing Cam were still there with her. Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to see it was almost eleven. She never slept this late. She supposed the fact that Cam had kept her in bed all weekend might have something to do with it.

Her sex was raw and aching, her arms and legs a bit stiff. Her ass was sore as hell. But she’d never felt better in her life. Well-used. Well-loved.

Why was it that Cam spanking her, hurting her, made her feel his love for her in a way she never had before? Why did it help her to comprehend the depth of her own feelings for him? She didn’t understand it.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

She smiled as her incredibly sexy husband came into the room with a pair of coffee mugs clenched in one big fist. He was wearing only a pair of striped pajama bottoms and a half-cocked smile. Her eyes roved over his tight, defined abs, his broad shoulders, the tattoo circling the bulge of his biceps. God, he was something. She never tired of looking at him. Well, except for that year of numbness she was just coming out of. He sat on the bed and handed her a cup: plenty of cream and sugar, exactly the way she liked it.