Four Beautiful Letters (Desire Island 4)

The vibrator ratcheted up in intensity, pulling a moan from her lips. Then the whip landed again, this time on the other breast. The tip caught her nipple in a blinding flash of raw pain that eclipsed the aching pleasure in her sex.

Then, all at once, something was covering her mouth. It took her a fraction of a second to process that it was his hand. The palm pressed firmly against her lips, completely cutting off her ability to draw in even the slightest gasp of air.

She wriggled beneath him, startled at this turn—something they hadn’t negotiated in advance. Her heart pumped hard, pressure building behind her face. The toys at her sex filled her and vibrated against her in a continuing spasm of raw pleasure.

Don’t panic, a voice in her head whispered. You have your safe signal. He will feel your tongue against his palm. He will stop.

The hand remained, covering the lower half of her face. A second hand circled her throat, tightening just beneath her jaw. Terror spurted through her veins, turning her blood to ice. Her heart was booming in her ears, her body trembling and twitching beneath the latex. Yet, she didn’t push the tip of her tongue up through her lips.

In that moment, she understood that she trusted this man—this man she’d only known for a few days—more than she’d ever trusted anyone. She trusted him—quite literally—with her life.

Her body stilled its trembling. Her heart ceased its thrashing. Peace moved over and through her, covering her like a shroud…

All at once, the hand was withdrawn.

The world clicked back on.

Instinctively, Sophia sucked in a bushel of air through her pursed lips. The hum of the pump once again filled her ears. The toys pulsed deliciously at her sex. Hands moved seductively over her latex-wrapped breasts.

After a moment, the hands were gone, replaced by the thuddy swish of the flogger. She was cocooned in her vacuum-sealed cage, the slick cover of latex holding her down, the flicking kiss of the stinging leather, the raw, pulsing throb of the dildo and the sweet, insistent tickle of the clit stimulator combined in sensation overload like nothing she’d ever known.

She had moved beyond language, her mind blank, her body rigid and trembling. She had been reduced to pure animal—grunting and writhing in her confines. Her heart was pounding, her clit throbbing, her breath a ragged pant through forcibly pursed lips. She heard a high-pitched, keening wail over the hum of the pump’s engine as her body hurtled into a powerful, obliterating climax…

The sudden silence yanked her back to awareness. A moment later, the latex was pulled away. The cool air instantly chilled her sweat-soaked body. She opened her eyes, squinted as they adjusted to the light.

Nick was leaning over her, his dark, lovely eyes moving over her face. “Hey, you,” he said gently, concern etching his features. “You okay?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but only managed a croak. He slipped a hand under her neck and helped her to lift her head.

“Wow,” she managed, a smile lifting her lips of its own accord as tears slipped down her cheeks. “Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.”

Nick smiled. “I take it that’s a yes?”

Chapter 6

Sophia lay on the recovery couch, a small, dreamy smile on her face. Nick gently smoothed balm onto the welts he’d painted over her breasts and upper thighs through the latex. He glanced at her face as he worked. He was startled to find her regarding him with studied intensity, as if memorizing the planes and angles of his face.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said, flashing a dimpled smile. “Or, no. Everything.”

“Everything?” he repeated, bemused.

“That was,” Sophia said emphatically, “without a doubt, the most intense, all-encompassing scene I’ve ever been in. When you put your hand on my mouth”—a shudder moved through her at the memory—“I was both terrified and exhilarated. I felt so—so…” She seemed to be struggling to find the word. “So alive,” she finally finished.

Nick smiled as he tucked an errant curl behind her ear, warmth flooding his soul. “You were incredible, Sophia,” he said sincerely. “Your emotions were so raw—so palpable. I felt like I was there experiencing it with you.”

He closed his eyes a moment, visualizing her trapped and writhing beneath the latex. When he’d blocked her ability to breathe, and then placed his hand on her throat, he’d straddled the high wire of risk-aware consensual kink, barely keeping his balance. How far could he have taken her? The raw power that had surged through his being as he’d held her life in his hands lingered even now in the form of a hard-on still pulsing at his groin.

“It’s good that you had the presence of mind to stop when you did,” Sophia said, as if reading his mind. “Because I honestly don’t know if I would have stopped you. Being held down, sealed in, completely helpless… It was so thrilling. I really think I might have just let you go on and on until—”