He palmed her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples too hard and making her shriek. She tried to get away, but he didn’t let go. Struggling, she bit one of his pecs. He swore and pushed her away, but then he was on top of her, knocking her back onto the mattress. The air pushed out of her lungs fast and hard, and she kicked out, trying to catch him in the stomach or the balls, but he tangled her legs together with his arms and pushed them toward her stomach, leaving her pussy and ass defenseless. His leather-clad hips rubbed against her, the thick bulge of his dick grinding against her naked flesh. He reached between them and unzipped his leather pants, freeing his cock.
She struggled to escape, but he held her down, helpless, positioning himself at her entrance.
“No, no!” She tried to push him away, her harsh breathing scratching at her throat, and her heart pounding in her ears.
He stopped dead. “Do you need me to stop?”
In response, she growled at him and smacked his arm. “We already talked about this. I know my safeword, and I’m on the shot. We’ve both been tested. Blah blah.”
“You can’t blame a guy for making sure. I’d rather ruin the moment than traumatize you for real.” The look of affection in his beautiful green eyes made her swallow against the lump in her throat, but then Mr. Nice Guy Will was gone as though she’d imagined him. “You want to be difficult? Then you get what you get.”
For a moment, she stared after him, feeling cheated. Wasn’t he about to fuck her? What the hell was he doing now?
He went to the storage cabinet and started pulling out neatly bundled coils of rope. She went back to the door, trying to figure out whether she could find something to use as leverage to get the bolt moving, just to prove she could. She had no intention of running through the club stark naked.
A moment later, he grabbed her from behind and manhandled her across the room, coming to a stop somewhere in the middle and pushing her facedown on the floor. Faster than she could have imagined, he had her restrained with some sort of scratchy rope, and all of her struggling was completely ineffectual. The floor under her face was gritty and smelled like dust. She tried to bite him again or kick him as she fought against the bonds, but she never managed to connect. Soon, her limbs got tired and her struggles became more limp and useless.
“Did my poor little girl tire herself out?” he mocked. “Good thing I don’t need you to cooperate to use all of your pretty holes.”
All of them? Tonight? They’d been working up to anal, but she thought he’d hold off until . . . maybe next year?
“No, Master,” she whimpered. “Please, just use my mouth. I promise I’ll be good for you.”
“I didn’t plan to make things unpleasant, but you had to go all hellcat on me, so I don’t even feel sorry for you.”
“No, please, Master! I promise I’ll stop. I’ll behave now . . . I promise!”
His flinty gaze held no empathy. “I guess you should have thought of that earlier, sunshine.”
He attached things to her here and there and then he hoisted her into the air, suspending her mostly by the hips, her wrists bound behind her knees. It left her pussy and ass available to him and made her afraid to struggle, in case she fell headfirst to the floor, which was maybe hip height away. She was getting enough air, but every time she inhaled, her stomach pressed against her thighs, making her analyze every breath she took.
He ran his hands over her, prodding at the marks he’d probably left by spanking her ass, tweaking her nipples, drawing feathery light circles around her poor, defenseless anus. Despite her fear of falling, she squirmed, trying to get away from that touch.
“Poor little thing. You’re so stuck,” he said with mock concern. “I can’t even decide what I want to do with you first.”
“Let me go!” Awkwardly, she tried to kick him, but of course she missed. The ropes she was suspended from started to twist, and she turned in a slow circle.
He pulled a short leather strap from the cabinet.
Shit.
The first crack of it against her ass was like a streak of fire. He hit her ass with it a few times, then moved those licks of fire to other parts of her body. She screamed for him, and every time she could see past her hair to his expression it chilled her. His eyes were half-mast, lazy and aroused. He really liked hurting her, or hearing her scream, or both. Her body responded to his arousal, and to his mastery over her body. The pain itself she wasn’t sure she liked, but she found herself getting off on the fact that he was doing it because he wanted to, rather than to please her.
Every stroke of the leather strap tore through her like a strike of lightning, the aftermath burning with such ferocity that her screams and moans of pain filled the room. She watched him, the fluid grace of his hands as they twirled through movements more beautiful than any dance she’d ever seen—his muscles rolling and rippling, flexing and sliding, all to inflict bitter agony on her body.
When she was completely limp in his bonds, he took a firm grip of her hair and guided the fat head of his cock between her lips. She was too zoned out to try to resist. He used his grip on her hair as leverage while he fucked his way deeper into her mouth.
She tried to suck, but upside down and at the angle her head was turned she couldn’t do much other than not bite. Deeper, deeper he forced himself until she choked, fighting for breath when he pulled back again, over and over until she was desperate to breathe. When he finally withdrew entirely, she coughed, unable to catch her breath. Drool coated her cheeks and ran toward her eyes.
Before she could recover, he moved behind her, and his tongue started to explore her pussy while he grabbed handfuls of her welted ass and thighs. She squirmed, trying to get his tongue on her clit. He teased her until she was mewling in frustration, and he slid a finger into her pussy, pumping it in and out. He rimmed her, ignoring her whimpered protests as his tongue bumped over her anus and swirled around it.
Was he really going to take her there tonight? She felt . . . unprepared.
“Aren’t two holes enough for you?”
“Oh, are we pretending you haven’t been begging me for it?”
“I haven’t!”