Wedding Favors (11 page)

“You’re my prisoner, Tessa,” he said. “Mine to do with as I wish. There will be no escape for you. Not until I allow it.”

“Please, Shay,” she said, twisting her wrists fretfully. Her breasts rose and fell, her breath coming in little anxious pants. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Sir,” he corrected, with no small satisfaction at having total power over his beautiful captive. “Now,
ma chérie,
your punishment begins.”

Tessa’s
heart was hammering so fast and loud she thought it might just pound through her chest.

She watched in titillated terror, gasping as Shay squeezed a nipple clamp onto the pebbled tip of first one breast, then the other. The string of beads suspended between the two pulled the clamps downward in addition to the pinching sensation on her nipples. She squirmed as streaks of pleasure coiled through her breasts and tugged fiercely at her center.

“Bon?”
he asked. “Feel good?”

“God, yes,” she squeaked, squirming with the unfamiliar pleasure. She pulled at her bonds, wanting to touch her nipples, to make it go away, or maybe to make it pinch harder.

He smiled and unzipped his fly, pulling his engorged cock out so it jutted from his trousers like some kind of fertility god statue. “There, that’s better.”

She looked at it and felt her pussy unfurl.

“You want it?” he asked.

“Yes. Please. Sir.”

He stepped up to her and brushed it across her belly, leaving a wet trail behind on her skin. “It wants you, too.” He drew a finger through the wetness and brought it to her lips. She sucked the finger into her mouth, tasting his essence. He jerked lightly on the strand of beads hanging from her breasts, making her nipples sing with pleasure-pain.

She cried out, and he took back his finger. “But first ...” He picked up the realistic dildo from the bed and sheathed it with a condom. “Spread your legs.”

She hesitated. She’d never used a dildo before.

He gave her bottom a hard smack. “I said spread your legs.”

“Ow!” she cried, but did as he asked. God, he was serious. Last night he had been playful, but tonight he seemed ... different. Like he meant business. Like if she didn’t do as he commanded, he really would get angry and punish her for real.

Alarm buzzed through her just as the dildo slid up into her. She gasped as the hard silicon stretched and filled her. It felt ... amazing. “It feels like you,” she said, and suddenly it started to vibrate. A low, steady hum that she felt clear to her toes. She tilted her head back and moaned in pure bliss. Oh. Mygod.
So much for punishment.

The vibrations snapped off.

Her eyes shot open. Shay held up a small remote control and gave her a devilish smile. “Close your legs and don’t let it slide out,” he told her, “and I might turn it on again.”

“You’re evil,” she murmured in frustration.

“You have no idea,” he murmured back. He reached up and pulled a lever. The chain fastened to the stretcher bar above her head started to glide along the crossrail toward the center of the bed. When she was stretched taut, bent at the waist over the mattress, her feet on the floor and knees bumping the side, he pulled the lever again. It stopped, and she was held fast in that position, breasts grazing the silk coverlet, her bottom pushed out on display for him.

The vibrator turned on again.

And something tickled her ass. The thin leather strands of the flogger dragged over her skin, raising a rash of goose bumps.

“Oh, God,” she whispered and squeezed her eyes shut.

He brushed the strands up and over her back, causing a flurry of shivers up and down her spine. “Don’t lose the dildo,” he warned, and she clamped her legs together tighter. The low vibrations were edging her closer to orgasm. She didn’t want them to stop.

The first stroke of the flogger took her by surprise. It felt like a handful of snow granules hitting her backside. Sharp little stings that shocked her flesh to life. She cried out, not sure if it was pain or pleasure. He flogged her again, a sharp, light swat. And again. She gasped his name.

“I believe you like it,” he murmured. “That won’t do. This is supposed to be
punishment.”

She heard him take something from the cabinet. She didn’t dare look. Her nipples were dancing with fire from the clamps, her pussy heavy with the dildo, her clit twitching from the effects of the vibrator, and her ass stinging from the leather. She didn’t think she could take much more.

“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me, Shay. Just fuck me.”

“Oh, I plan to,
cher.
You can count on that. Just not quite yet.” Something cool and wet landed between her bottom cheeks. “And you really must learn to call me
sir.”

She sucked in a breath as the tip of something round and smooth caressed her back opening, spreading the lubricant generously over her. The memory of his finger in her earlier flashed through her body like an electrical charge. “What are you—?”

“Shhh,” he told her. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

The toy was a curved glass dildo, made up of a series of graduated spheres. Her instincts said to panic, but it was hard to stay tense with the other dildo vibrating deliciously between her legs. She felt Shay’s hand on her ass, kneading and caressing, helping her muscles let go. The glass head suddenly breached her opening and slid into her. It was slick and good, and Shay’s hand kept a steady pressure on the thing, popping it slowly into her. One bead after another breached her with an accompanying staccato gasp, until the biggest sphere was lodged deep inside her. She gave a desperate moan at the heavy, strange sensation, struggling against her bonds to get free.

But it was no use.

“Shay,” she pleaded, her voice guttural with need.

The flogger stroked over her ass. “Have you been punished enough?” he asked.

“Yes! No.” She swallowed her frustration, her body a bundle of explosives desperately searching for a detonator. “I don’t know. Please Shay, make me come,” she begged.

The sting of leather burst over her ass, and she cried out. She felt the cool brush of his lips on the sting. He kissed her flesh, then bit her lightly. She felt the first tingle of orgasm. She stiffened. And the vibrator shut off.

“No!” she moaned. She felt the buckles of her bonds fall away.

“Crawl up on the bed,” he ordered, and helped her up. “Lie on your back.”

She did so in trembling anticipation, aching to come, spreading herself open for him. Wanting him so bad she could taste it.

She’d forgotten about the chains. But he hadn’t. As soon as her wrists were rid of one form of restraint, he clamped on another. Still, the fur lining of the manacles felt luxurious after the leather of the stretcher bar. He locked them around her wrists, and this time also placed a pair just below her knees, fastening the chains to the bed so her arms were flat on the mattress above her head, but her knees were raised high in the air and bent, her legs spread wide apart. She was still impaled by both dildos.

She’d never felt so exposed.

Or so alive.

He watched her watching him undress as she lay there waiting for him to come to her. He peeled off his shirt and trousers, running his hands over his magnificent body. God, how she wanted him!
Please, please, please.

“Hurry!” she urged him. Her clit screamed for completion.

Her heart begged for even more. It had never felt so exposed, either.

Or so alive.

What was it about this man that made her want him so badly? He was sinfully handsome, smart as a fox, rich as Croesus, and bad enough to keep her body begging for a lifetime of his special brand of decadent sex. But it wasn’t just those obvious things that drew her to him. It was the way he always satisfied her needs before his and the consideration he always showed her, even as he did things to her that rightly should terrify her. That ... and the way he looked at her. Like she was the only woman for him and he wouldn’t have it any other way. An illusion, she knew, but it felt oh, so good.

“Please, Shay, please,” she begged.

“I’m here,
cher.”

He crawled between her legs, gliding his hands down her inner thighs. He kissed the crease of her leg. Then found the remote and started the vibrator again. Instantly she felt the first shimmer of her elusive climax return. This time he didn’t stop it. He put his mouth on her clit and sucked. She cried his name. He added his tongue to the mix, bringing her up off the bed. “Come for me,
cher,”
he commanded, and she came apart. He started to tug the beaded dildo out of her backside, one intense bump at a time, and, with a scream, she catapulted into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had in her life. It hit her like a hurricane, rushing through her senses, pounding her with wave after wave of insane pleasure, sweeping away her past in a single screaming vortex of conscious realization: This experience, this man, had changed her profoundly. Irrevocably. Her life would never be the same again.

She
would never be the same.

But he ... he would move on, no doubt, and find other amusements. He would never know how intensely being with him had affected her.

Afterward, breathing hard, her blood rushing back to its normal places, she lay there, physically spent, mentally stunned, and emotionally numb.

Oh, my God.

She was in love with the man!

Unbidden, Laura’s warning tripped through her mind.
No matter what he says, do not give that man your heart.

He released her from her bonds, kissing her wrists as he unbuckled each of the restraints. Then he climbed on top of her and looked down at her with half-lidded, unreadable eyes.

The moment dragged out until she wondered if there was something wrong. If he could somehow see into her mind and read her guilty secret. That she loved him to distraction.

“What is it, Shay?” she asked.

“I’ve decided I want you to stay with me,” he finally said.

Shocking her to the core.

For a second, hope raced a path through her heart. Had he gotten a similar flash of momentous insight as hers?

But, no. She must have misunderstood.

“Stay? You mean for a visit?” she asked, looking up at him.

“No,” he said. “Longer.”

Was this part of their fantasy game maybe?

It didn’t feel like a game. He seemed serious. But that wasn’t possible. Shay Duchesne was a self-admitted, confirmed player. He didn’t do relationships longer than three nights. Everyone ad told her that.

“For how long?” she asked, knowing full well that to spend one more night with him would be her undoing. Both literally and emotionally.

She felt him take the fake penis out of her. And suddenly his real one was there in its place. He felt hot and alive inside her, pulsing with need. She moaned softly.

“Forever,” he said. “I want you to stay with me forever.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, not trusting what she was hearing. But hoping like crazy anyway. “You can’t possibly mean that. We’ve only known each other two days.”

“Non, cher.
I’ve known you for fifteen years. Dreamed of you. Waited for you. Thrown aside every woman in New Orleans because she wasn’t you. You may as well say you’ll stay, Tessa, because now that I’ve found you again, I’m not about to let you go. Even if I have to chain you to my bed to keep you from leaving.”

A shiver spilled through her at the dark possessiveness reflected in his eyes as he said the words that turned her world upside down. How could she doubt his sincerity?

“I love you, Shay. And I do want to stay, but ... This isn’t about the fountain, is it? Marie Laveau’s curse, or love spell, or whatever it was that you were trying to break this morning?”

“God, no.” He kissed her then. A kiss filled with longing and with promise. And yes, a bit of magic, too.

Then he smiled down at her and said, “Call it fate, call it enchantment or love at first sight. You’re the woman I want to be with. I love you, Tessa. Marry me, and I’ll prove it for the rest of my life.”