She arched her back and pushed into my rough touch.
I pulled her into the playroom, snagging her favorite nipple clamps. They were coral pink, a near perfect match for her ni**les.
I latched them in two smooth motions, fishing in the same drawer for a very thin silver chain that had four ends, each with a tiny jewelry fastening on it.
She moaned when she saw it.
I attached it first to her collar, an end to each nipple. The other went to her piercing below. It was the perfect length to pull at each zone just enough to tease.
I stepped back, admiring my handy work.
"Go kneel on the bed, facing me," I told her, and shrugged out of my shirt.
I approached the bed, watching her, balls drawn tight.
As she stared, I pulled my c**k out of my slacks, pushing my full length out, tucking the material under my scrotum. I gripped myself, one hand firmly stroking my shaft, the other my sac.
I watched her, debating what I wanted to do, what depraved pleasure would best calm the fiendish need that had its hooks in me.
I kept working my cock, jerking it hard.
Her eyes were glued to it.
"You like watching me jerk myself off," I observed.
She licked her lips and nodded, eyes still glued.
I went to another drawer, grabbing a finger vibrator, shaped specifically to stimulate the clit. I moved close enough to toss it on the bed next to her.
"Use it," I told her succinctly, immediately moving away. "Not to tease. I want you to apply it direct."
I was at the wall where all of the restraints hung, picking out a hogtie harness, when I paused as I heard her breath grow ragged.
She was close.
"Don't come," I told her. "And don't take the pressure off.
She couldn't hold back one delicious little sob, but I knew she obeyed.
I moved back to the bed and dropped the restraints beside her.
Without another word I grabbed the toy out of her hand, tossing it off the bed.
I cupped her shoulders in my hands, breathing her in, throbbing in time to her every breath.
"Struggle," I said the one word with relish, and let her go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
MY CHAINS
She obeyed, struggling. She did it just perfectly too, attempting to get around me and off the bed.
I didn't use my hands but my body to keep her corralled at first, only resorting to my hands after I had her trapped beneath me, my chest to her back.
I pinned her roughly to her stomach and hogtied her with soft leather restraints, wrists to ankles behind her back, stomach down on the bed.
She was in a state, thrashing even after I had her confined. It was delicious, and just what I needed.
I picked her up by the ankles, lifting her as I bent my mouth to her sex, and started tongue f**king her pu**y from behind.
She was whimpering, trying and soon to be failing to hold back her orgasm.
I still hadn't told her she could come.
I did now, breathing it into her hot wet core.
Her h*ps jerked as I got her off.
I lifted my head as she finished, lowering her by the ankles back down, pausing about six inches off the mattress. I dropped her the rest of the way.
I grabbed hold of her ankles again and mounted her like that, while she was still winded from the fall and completely helpless.
I took her like an animal, rutting, shoving, thrusting, owning her softness with my hardness, mercilessly, brutally.
I was completely insatiable, marking my territory in the most primal of ways—with my seed deep in her flesh. Repeatedly.
I stayed inside of her long after I came, hands moving to rub her ass as her cunt milked me to the last drop.
When I finally pulled out, I grabbed her ankles, tilting her h*ps back and up, holding her like that, watching her sex while she squirmed in my hands.
I undid her restraints and laid each of her limbs down softly on the bed. She didn't move, still on her stomach.
I went to the other room, fastening my slacks as I moved. I washed my hands in the bathroom, then moved into our closet.
I grabbed her fresh clothes, myself a new shirt, and returned back to where she lay, still limp where I'd left her.
I started dressing her without a word.
She didn't catch on at first that something was off about me. It wasn't exactly unusual for me to come home from work and want to ravish her.
I tugged lightly on the thin body chain still attached to her, sliding my fingers down to where it was fastened at her sex, rubbing it to score against her over-sensitized clit.
"Is it very sensitive right now?"
"Yes." She shivered.
"Does the chain hurt?"
She shot me a look that left me breathless.
God, this woman could undo me. Destroy me. Utterly.
My smile was direct, eyes tender. "Let me rephrase. Does it hurt in a way you don't enjoy?"
Her silence was her answer. The chain stayed on.
I finished dressing her quickly. "Dinner time," I said shortly.
She made noises about it, but I didn't let her shower.
I could hear several of our security personnel in the kitchen as we passed. This wasn't unusual. They worked here twenty-four seven, but only Clark and Blake had a house on the property. The rest worked in shifts, came and went, and ate at the house.
I took her arm, and led her in there, to dine at the less formal breakfast nook, as opposed to one of the formal dining rooms.
The staff, who'd been joking and having a general good time, went silent as we walked in, the three security guys moving to file out of the room.
"No need to leave," I said, eyes on Joseph, who was leaning against the counter and watching me warily. "Join us, why don't you, for dinner?"
This wasn't so unusual. We sometimes dined informally, sometimes invited the staff, who we tended to treat more like friends and family, especially since Bianca had come into my life.
But I could tell as I studied him that Joseph knew why I did this now.
I maneuvered it so that Bianca was at my right, Joseph on the other side of her.
I watched him. Watched him sneak looks at her. They were side by side. So close, with me right f**king there and still he couldn't stop himself.
God, he could probably smell it, the sex on her. It probably made him want her more, even knowing it was another man who'd put the sex on her to smell.
I reached under the table with my right hand, sliding it up her leg, into her shorts, teasing my fingers through her wet folds.
She met my cold eyes, and I saw the moment when she realized that I was upset.
I stared into her eyes as I found the chain just above her sex and tugged.