Backstage Pass
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Myrna wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy this at al . She didn’t like to feel helpless and that’s exactly how being restrained and blindfolded made her feel.
Next, he put something in her ears. The sound of Sinners music fil ed her head. He pul ed one of the ear buds out of her ear. “Is that too loud?”
“No. I like it loud.”
He kissed her lovingly. “I won’t hurt you.” He slapped her bare ass and she flinched. “Much.”
He put the ear bud back into her ear. She waited, her heart thudding with apprehension. What did he plan to do to her? She couldn’t see him or hear him or touch him. And she had glimpsed some of the instruments of torture in Jace’s case. Something warm and damp draped across her shoulders and around her neck under her chin. The scent of Brian’s body assailed her. She groaned and burrowed her nose in his sweat-damp T-shirt. His fingers brushed against her lower back and her body jerked. Deprived of sight, her other senses were heightened. His guitar playing had never sounded so exciting, his scent drove her to distraction, and the gentle brush of his fingers fired a hundred pleasure sensors in her skin. Knowing she couldn’t touch him made her want to touch him that much more. Maybe she was going to like this game after al . Something brushed across the underside of her breast. Soft. Light. A feather? She concentrated on sensation, trying to understand what she felt. The feather brushed along her rib cage, down her bel y and then up the other side. She shuddered, a soft groan erupting from between her lips. Something clamped down hard on her nipple, bordering on pain, but definitely pleasurable. Now the other nipple. Her body trembled as the gentle brush of the feather contrasted with the pinching pain centered at both ni**les. Clothespins?
The pinching device on her left nipple was removed, leaving it tender and aroused. Brian soothed the ache with his lips and tongue. She groaned and tugged on the restraints above her head. “Please, the other now.”
He moved away and clamped her left nipple again. She gasped in frustration. Something cool and smooth moved across her back between her shoulder blades. A piece of fabric? Satin maybe. The smooth material moved down her spine and over her buttock. A sharp sting assaulted her other ass cheek. She cried out in surprise. He spanked her again. Not with his hand. She decided he had a paddle. She wondered how he was able to remove objects from the case so fast. She started to suspect they weren’t alone. But who?
“Jace?” she whispered suspiciously.
Brian moved behind her, the length of his body pressing against hers. She could feel his naked chest against her back and the rough fabric of his jeans against her bu**ocks. He pul ed an ear bud out of her ear. “It’s just me. Are you stil okay?”
“Yeah. This is exciting. Don’t stop yet.”
“I won’t until you tel me to.”
He replaced her ear bud and released her ni**les from their harsh pinching. A few seconds later, something cold and wet brushed against both ni**les. Water dripped down the underside of her br**sts as the ice melted between his fingers and her skin. He rubbed a frigid trail down her body, circling her navel and then moving further down. When he brushed the hot swol en flesh between her legs, she shuddered against him. He stimulated her clit only briefly before sliding the ice cube inside her vagina with his fingers. Her thighs clamped over his hand, holding it in place.
A moment later he spanked her with the paddle and, surprised, she released his hand. He left the ice inside her and backed away. Cool water dripped down her inner thigh as the ice melted. Something hot burned a trail over her lower back.
“Ah!” she gasped, twisting away from the heat. It was very hot but didn’t burn for long. The smel of paraffin alerted her to his current antics. A second splash of hot wax dripped over her thigh.
The bus rocked forward. They were on the road again. She wondered fleetingly if anyone had found her car, but lost the thought as another piece of ice trailed over her skin, beside the hardening wax on her thigh. Brian’s thumb touched her chin. When she opened her mouth, he put something on her tongue. A sweet square of chocolate melted in her mouth. She turned her head to inhale Brian’s scent on the T-shirt stil draped over her shoulders. One of Brian’s best solos now played in her ear. She protested when he tugged the ear bud out of her ear again. She enjoyed being completely immersed in the man’s musical genius.
“Are your arms getting tired?” he asked, his low voice next to her ear. His breath stirred the fine hairs resting against her neck and she shuddered.
Actual y, she couldn’t feel her fingers, but she didn’t much care. “If I say yes, wil you stop?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Not at al .”
His soft chuckle caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She was so aware of him that everything he did was a turn on.
“I was just going to take your arms down for a few minutes so you can rest them. I don’t plan on stopping until the sun comes up.”
“Okay.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her to rise off her knees. The chain suspending her hands above her head came free.
“Lie on your bel y.”
Disoriented, she felt the mattress in front of her with her hands so she didn’t do a face plant off the end of the bed. When she was lying face down, he pul ed her right arm out to the side and fastened it down by the restraint cuff.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.
He secured her other arm, and then clamped something around her ankle. She tried to lift her leg, but could scarcely move it. He secured her other leg, so she lay spread eagle on her stomach without an inch of play in any of her restraints.
“Uh, Brian,” she said, her heart drumming with a mixture of excitement and fear. “I can’t move.”
“That’s the idea.” He returned the ear bud to her ear.
He left her like that for what seemed like an eon, her nerves suspended on a knife’s edge. She turned her face into his sweaty shirt, stil tangled around her neck. She breathed in his scent and wriggled her hips, squirming to try to al eviate the throbbing between her thighs. There was a sharp sting on her bu**ocks and she went stil , panting for no good reason. The mattress sagged beside her. She could sense him near her left side even though he wasn’t touching her. Something wet trickled down the center of her back.
She tensed.
He spanked her.
She gasped. Forced herself to relax.
His hands moved across her back to spread the liquid into her skin. The heels of his palms massaged her muscles while his fingers gently caressed her. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down slowly. When he reached her lower back, he straddled her thighs. She could feel the crinkly hairs of his legs brush the backs of hers. Was he naked? Did that mean he would take her soon? God, she hoped so. His hands moved lower, over her bu**ocks. After her spanking, his hands massaging her ass felt amazing. His thumbs brushed against her anus with each circular motion. She could feel the animal-like sounds coming from her throat, but she could scarcely hear them over the music.
Next, he put something in her ears. The sound of Sinners music fil ed her head. He pul ed one of the ear buds out of her ear. “Is that too loud?”
“No. I like it loud.”
He kissed her lovingly. “I won’t hurt you.” He slapped her bare ass and she flinched. “Much.”
He put the ear bud back into her ear. She waited, her heart thudding with apprehension. What did he plan to do to her? She couldn’t see him or hear him or touch him. And she had glimpsed some of the instruments of torture in Jace’s case. Something warm and damp draped across her shoulders and around her neck under her chin. The scent of Brian’s body assailed her. She groaned and burrowed her nose in his sweat-damp T-shirt. His fingers brushed against her lower back and her body jerked. Deprived of sight, her other senses were heightened. His guitar playing had never sounded so exciting, his scent drove her to distraction, and the gentle brush of his fingers fired a hundred pleasure sensors in her skin. Knowing she couldn’t touch him made her want to touch him that much more. Maybe she was going to like this game after al . Something brushed across the underside of her breast. Soft. Light. A feather? She concentrated on sensation, trying to understand what she felt. The feather brushed along her rib cage, down her bel y and then up the other side. She shuddered, a soft groan erupting from between her lips. Something clamped down hard on her nipple, bordering on pain, but definitely pleasurable. Now the other nipple. Her body trembled as the gentle brush of the feather contrasted with the pinching pain centered at both ni**les. Clothespins?
The pinching device on her left nipple was removed, leaving it tender and aroused. Brian soothed the ache with his lips and tongue. She groaned and tugged on the restraints above her head. “Please, the other now.”
He moved away and clamped her left nipple again. She gasped in frustration. Something cool and smooth moved across her back between her shoulder blades. A piece of fabric? Satin maybe. The smooth material moved down her spine and over her buttock. A sharp sting assaulted her other ass cheek. She cried out in surprise. He spanked her again. Not with his hand. She decided he had a paddle. She wondered how he was able to remove objects from the case so fast. She started to suspect they weren’t alone. But who?
“Jace?” she whispered suspiciously.
Brian moved behind her, the length of his body pressing against hers. She could feel his naked chest against her back and the rough fabric of his jeans against her bu**ocks. He pul ed an ear bud out of her ear. “It’s just me. Are you stil okay?”
“Yeah. This is exciting. Don’t stop yet.”
“I won’t until you tel me to.”
He replaced her ear bud and released her ni**les from their harsh pinching. A few seconds later, something cold and wet brushed against both ni**les. Water dripped down the underside of her br**sts as the ice melted between his fingers and her skin. He rubbed a frigid trail down her body, circling her navel and then moving further down. When he brushed the hot swol en flesh between her legs, she shuddered against him. He stimulated her clit only briefly before sliding the ice cube inside her vagina with his fingers. Her thighs clamped over his hand, holding it in place.
A moment later he spanked her with the paddle and, surprised, she released his hand. He left the ice inside her and backed away. Cool water dripped down her inner thigh as the ice melted. Something hot burned a trail over her lower back.
“Ah!” she gasped, twisting away from the heat. It was very hot but didn’t burn for long. The smel of paraffin alerted her to his current antics. A second splash of hot wax dripped over her thigh.
The bus rocked forward. They were on the road again. She wondered fleetingly if anyone had found her car, but lost the thought as another piece of ice trailed over her skin, beside the hardening wax on her thigh. Brian’s thumb touched her chin. When she opened her mouth, he put something on her tongue. A sweet square of chocolate melted in her mouth. She turned her head to inhale Brian’s scent on the T-shirt stil draped over her shoulders. One of Brian’s best solos now played in her ear. She protested when he tugged the ear bud out of her ear again. She enjoyed being completely immersed in the man’s musical genius.
“Are your arms getting tired?” he asked, his low voice next to her ear. His breath stirred the fine hairs resting against her neck and she shuddered.
Actual y, she couldn’t feel her fingers, but she didn’t much care. “If I say yes, wil you stop?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head vigorously. “Not at al .”
His soft chuckle caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She was so aware of him that everything he did was a turn on.
“I was just going to take your arms down for a few minutes so you can rest them. I don’t plan on stopping until the sun comes up.”
“Okay.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her to rise off her knees. The chain suspending her hands above her head came free.
“Lie on your bel y.”
Disoriented, she felt the mattress in front of her with her hands so she didn’t do a face plant off the end of the bed. When she was lying face down, he pul ed her right arm out to the side and fastened it down by the restraint cuff.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said.
He secured her other arm, and then clamped something around her ankle. She tried to lift her leg, but could scarcely move it. He secured her other leg, so she lay spread eagle on her stomach without an inch of play in any of her restraints.
“Uh, Brian,” she said, her heart drumming with a mixture of excitement and fear. “I can’t move.”
“That’s the idea.” He returned the ear bud to her ear.
He left her like that for what seemed like an eon, her nerves suspended on a knife’s edge. She turned her face into his sweaty shirt, stil tangled around her neck. She breathed in his scent and wriggled her hips, squirming to try to al eviate the throbbing between her thighs. There was a sharp sting on her bu**ocks and she went stil , panting for no good reason. The mattress sagged beside her. She could sense him near her left side even though he wasn’t touching her. Something wet trickled down the center of her back.
She tensed.
He spanked her.
She gasped. Forced herself to relax.
His hands moved across her back to spread the liquid into her skin. The heels of his palms massaged her muscles while his fingers gently caressed her. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down slowly. When he reached her lower back, he straddled her thighs. She could feel the crinkly hairs of his legs brush the backs of hers. Was he naked? Did that mean he would take her soon? God, she hoped so. His hands moved lower, over her bu**ocks. After her spanking, his hands massaging her ass felt amazing. His thumbs brushed against her anus with each circular motion. She could feel the animal-like sounds coming from her throat, but she could scarcely hear them over the music.
