Dark Citadel
Page 14
His smile was hard, satisfied. “I like that look on your face.” He bent his head and took her lips ruthlessly, satisfying himself. His finger thrust in and out of her below, the twin assaults swamping her mind in desire. She trembled as urgent need coursed through her.
When he pulled away, his eyes were heavy lidded with passion, dark with promise. “Let’s go, sub. I have things I want to do to you.”
He gave a low laugh, and she knew he’d felt the clench of her insides around his finger.
He removed his finger, making her jerk, leaving her throbbing. Pushing her to her feet, he wrapped a hard arm around her waist. “If you talk fast, I’ll let you choose the room.”
He kept her hand firmly in his as he led her up the spiral stairs in the front corner of the room. At the top, at the sight of doors running down a long hallway, she pulled back. Sex. She was going to have sex this time. This was—
“Little sub, you worry so much your head must ache.” He pulled her into his arms, and his embrace turned comforting. Warm. “You’re aroused. And scared.” He nibbled on her neck, then kissed her until her knees sagged and the world spun.
Pulling back, he looked at her. “Blue is definitely your color. Let’s go with that.”
Halfway down the hall, he opened a door to a small room. Candles in sconces on the gray-blue walls provided a soft, flickering light. Classical music came from speakers somewhere in the room. The room had a bed with a dark red velvet cover and a big armoire. Velvet ropes dangled from the headboard; more ropes with leather cuffs were tied to the foot of the bed. A chill crept up Kari’s spine, followed by excitement. Would he really use those on her?
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he steered her to stand beside the bed. Running a hand down her front, he chuckled, realizing she’d raised the zipper. With a firm hand, he pulled it all the way down. As her dress gaped open and the air hit her overheated skin, she shivered and her nipples peaked, showing through her thin lacy bra.
He touched one breast, stroking over the hard bud. His gentle finger sent little ripples of need through her.
After a second, he nudged her dress off, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in her white bra and panties.
“Your underwear is very much like you,” he said. “The white for sweet, sheer lace for sexy.” One hard hand held her upper arm as he ran a finger across the top of her bra, his finger warm, slightly abrasive, the touch sensitizing her skin. There was something erotic about being forced to stand still, not being able to move as a man played with her body, pleasing himself.
“Remove your bra, Kari,” he said, stepping back and watching her with narrowed eyes.
She fumbled with the catch, embarrassed, yet wanting his hands on her so badly her mouth was dry. The flickering lights weren’t bright, but she still felt awfully exposed as her breasts spilled free. He cupped his hands under them, squeezing slightly, enough to make her suck in a breath. Enough for heat to flow through her. “Now the panties can go.”
Feeling awkward, she pushed them off and let them slide to the floor. His eyes on her felt hot. He smiled slowly. “You’re a lovely woman, Kari. I’m going to enjoy taking you.”
The blunt words, so openly carnal, thrilled her. Confused her.
Gripping her upper arms, he raised her onto her toes and took her lips in a hot, wet kiss, exploring her mouth until her hands fisted with the need to touch him. He drew back and traced her swollen lips with his finger.
“Up on the bed with you.” He patted behind him.
Oh, God, she really was going to do this.
As she crawled up onto the bed and turned to sit, he tossed his vest on the ground, opened his leathers. Oh heavens, he was even more muscled than she’d realized, and he was…huge, his erection past his belly button. Thick and hard and… “I don’t—um—You’re awfully big,” she ventured.
He grinned as he sheathed himself in a condom. “We’ll fit, sweetie.” Joining her on the bed, he pressed her down onto her back and covered her with his body, his heat unbelievable. She ran her hands over his shoulders, amazed at the contoured muscles of his back, how they tightened to rock hard with each movement.
He bit her neck, licked the spot, bit again, the pain sharp and erotic.
“Open your legs for me.”
She hesitated despite the arousal urging her on. He was so big…
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, by the time I enter that sweet pussy, you’ll be begging me.” He kissed her hard, forcefully. “Open your legs, Kari.”
She parted her legs, and he slid between them. She could feel his penis against her entrance, the feeling exciting. Making her shiver.
“You know, I wasn’t planning to do this until later, but I tire of repeating each command,” he murmured, and he kissed her again, taking her mouth deeply. When he pulled back, she realized her right arm was fastened above her head, a thick rope securing her cuff to the headboard.
“Hey!”
He lifted her other arm and secured the wrist cuff to a rope before she’d gotten past the surprise of the first.
“Wait. I don’t—”
One knee on each side of her hips, he sat up. His balls bumped against her pussy, making her jump. As his weight on her legs pinned her to the bed, she pulled on the ropes; her breathing increased. She was tied to the bed. Tied. Before, she could at least move; now her cuffs were fastened to something. She couldn’t even run.
He tilted his head, studied her as she pulled at the ropes. Leaning forward, he held her face between his two hands, his eyes a rich brown. She stilled, feeling like a trapped animal, a shivering mouse held in someone’s grip.
His rough voice was quiet. “Are you in pain, Kari?”
“No, but…”
“No, what?”
He wasn’t serious, was he? She was tied up, and he was sitting on her. And yet, she was horrified to feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
His hands left her face to stroke her breasts, circling the sensitive nipples until she pressed up for his touch. “No, what?”
His hands lifted, waited.
She was breathing hard and her answer huffed between her lips. “No, Sir.”
“Very good.” His fingers closed on her nipples, pulling, rolling, each movement just one tiny step short of real pain, each squeeze sending zings of sensation straight to her groin. “Such sensitive breasts.” He bent to suck one nipple into his mouth, working it, the feeling so intensely pleasurable, she cried out. He switched to the other.
“Look, Kari,” he said, his fingers pulling gently. “See how beautiful.”
Her breasts were swollen, tight with the nipples darkened to deep rose and spiking upward like tiny pencils. “Say, ‘My breasts are beautiful.’”
“My breasts are beautiful.” And they were too.
His eyes warmed with approval before he slid down her body, pressing kisses to the undersides of her breasts, nuzzling her stomach. He nipped next to her belly button, making her squeak with surprise. And then he was there. Just looking at her most private of places. Her pussy.
Totally embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
He pushed back to lean on his heels and narrowed a gaze at her. “My body to play with,” he repeated. “Open your legs for me.”
She slid them out, feeling the flush working its way up her chest. She was so wet, he’d see, know she was—
“Farther.” And he just sat there, waiting. In charge. Dominant.
She slid her legs farther apart, feeling her…her everything open. Totally exposed.
“Very nice. You have a lovely pussy, no matter how you try to conceal it. And I’m going to enjoy it in so many ways.” He pressed his hand to her there, right between her legs. “I’m going to lick it all over.”
She could feel herself dampen and so could he. “Maybe I’ll use a vibrator, pushing it deep inside you.” Her vagina actually clenched, and he grinned wickedly, his eyes crinkling. He felt every little involuntary movement she made.
He positioned himself between her legs, his shoulders between her knees. She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, and her legs started to close against the intimacy.
“Keep them open, Kari, or I will tie them open.” And they both felt her wetness increase.
“You are a surprising woman, little sub.” He chuckled as he rolled off the bed, one ankle already in his hand. Grabbing the fleece-lined cuff roped to the footboard, he buckled it on and tightened the rope, imprisoning her leg at an angle. He snatched her other ankle as she was trying to decide if she should fight, and there she was, spread-eagled. Just like her fantasies, only this was real. Maybe too real.
The instinctive need to be free had her pulling at the ropes holding her wrists. Her chest squeezed with fear as she tried to kick her legs, and the restraints held. He stood at the foot of the bed and watched silently. Waited until she stopped.
He lay down between her legs. With her legs pulled outward, everything was open for him.
“You have a pretty, pretty pussy, Kari. Hidden within those little brown curls”—he pulled her pubic hair lightly, tantalizingly—“everything is pink.” One finger slowly slid down the outer labia. “You’re very wet for me, can you tell?” He touched her right over the entrance, swirled a finger inside just long enough to make her squirm with pleasure.
When he pulled away, his eyes were heavy lidded with passion, dark with promise. “Let’s go, sub. I have things I want to do to you.”
He gave a low laugh, and she knew he’d felt the clench of her insides around his finger.
He removed his finger, making her jerk, leaving her throbbing. Pushing her to her feet, he wrapped a hard arm around her waist. “If you talk fast, I’ll let you choose the room.”
He kept her hand firmly in his as he led her up the spiral stairs in the front corner of the room. At the top, at the sight of doors running down a long hallway, she pulled back. Sex. She was going to have sex this time. This was—
“Little sub, you worry so much your head must ache.” He pulled her into his arms, and his embrace turned comforting. Warm. “You’re aroused. And scared.” He nibbled on her neck, then kissed her until her knees sagged and the world spun.
Pulling back, he looked at her. “Blue is definitely your color. Let’s go with that.”
Halfway down the hall, he opened a door to a small room. Candles in sconces on the gray-blue walls provided a soft, flickering light. Classical music came from speakers somewhere in the room. The room had a bed with a dark red velvet cover and a big armoire. Velvet ropes dangled from the headboard; more ropes with leather cuffs were tied to the foot of the bed. A chill crept up Kari’s spine, followed by excitement. Would he really use those on her?
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he steered her to stand beside the bed. Running a hand down her front, he chuckled, realizing she’d raised the zipper. With a firm hand, he pulled it all the way down. As her dress gaped open and the air hit her overheated skin, she shivered and her nipples peaked, showing through her thin lacy bra.
He touched one breast, stroking over the hard bud. His gentle finger sent little ripples of need through her.
After a second, he nudged her dress off, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in her white bra and panties.
“Your underwear is very much like you,” he said. “The white for sweet, sheer lace for sexy.” One hard hand held her upper arm as he ran a finger across the top of her bra, his finger warm, slightly abrasive, the touch sensitizing her skin. There was something erotic about being forced to stand still, not being able to move as a man played with her body, pleasing himself.
“Remove your bra, Kari,” he said, stepping back and watching her with narrowed eyes.
She fumbled with the catch, embarrassed, yet wanting his hands on her so badly her mouth was dry. The flickering lights weren’t bright, but she still felt awfully exposed as her breasts spilled free. He cupped his hands under them, squeezing slightly, enough to make her suck in a breath. Enough for heat to flow through her. “Now the panties can go.”
Feeling awkward, she pushed them off and let them slide to the floor. His eyes on her felt hot. He smiled slowly. “You’re a lovely woman, Kari. I’m going to enjoy taking you.”
The blunt words, so openly carnal, thrilled her. Confused her.
Gripping her upper arms, he raised her onto her toes and took her lips in a hot, wet kiss, exploring her mouth until her hands fisted with the need to touch him. He drew back and traced her swollen lips with his finger.
“Up on the bed with you.” He patted behind him.
Oh, God, she really was going to do this.
As she crawled up onto the bed and turned to sit, he tossed his vest on the ground, opened his leathers. Oh heavens, he was even more muscled than she’d realized, and he was…huge, his erection past his belly button. Thick and hard and… “I don’t—um—You’re awfully big,” she ventured.
He grinned as he sheathed himself in a condom. “We’ll fit, sweetie.” Joining her on the bed, he pressed her down onto her back and covered her with his body, his heat unbelievable. She ran her hands over his shoulders, amazed at the contoured muscles of his back, how they tightened to rock hard with each movement.
He bit her neck, licked the spot, bit again, the pain sharp and erotic.
“Open your legs for me.”
She hesitated despite the arousal urging her on. He was so big…
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, by the time I enter that sweet pussy, you’ll be begging me.” He kissed her hard, forcefully. “Open your legs, Kari.”
She parted her legs, and he slid between them. She could feel his penis against her entrance, the feeling exciting. Making her shiver.
“You know, I wasn’t planning to do this until later, but I tire of repeating each command,” he murmured, and he kissed her again, taking her mouth deeply. When he pulled back, she realized her right arm was fastened above her head, a thick rope securing her cuff to the headboard.
“Hey!”
He lifted her other arm and secured the wrist cuff to a rope before she’d gotten past the surprise of the first.
“Wait. I don’t—”
One knee on each side of her hips, he sat up. His balls bumped against her pussy, making her jump. As his weight on her legs pinned her to the bed, she pulled on the ropes; her breathing increased. She was tied to the bed. Tied. Before, she could at least move; now her cuffs were fastened to something. She couldn’t even run.
He tilted his head, studied her as she pulled at the ropes. Leaning forward, he held her face between his two hands, his eyes a rich brown. She stilled, feeling like a trapped animal, a shivering mouse held in someone’s grip.
His rough voice was quiet. “Are you in pain, Kari?”
“No, but…”
“No, what?”
He wasn’t serious, was he? She was tied up, and he was sitting on her. And yet, she was horrified to feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
His hands left her face to stroke her breasts, circling the sensitive nipples until she pressed up for his touch. “No, what?”
His hands lifted, waited.
She was breathing hard and her answer huffed between her lips. “No, Sir.”
“Very good.” His fingers closed on her nipples, pulling, rolling, each movement just one tiny step short of real pain, each squeeze sending zings of sensation straight to her groin. “Such sensitive breasts.” He bent to suck one nipple into his mouth, working it, the feeling so intensely pleasurable, she cried out. He switched to the other.
“Look, Kari,” he said, his fingers pulling gently. “See how beautiful.”
Her breasts were swollen, tight with the nipples darkened to deep rose and spiking upward like tiny pencils. “Say, ‘My breasts are beautiful.’”
“My breasts are beautiful.” And they were too.
His eyes warmed with approval before he slid down her body, pressing kisses to the undersides of her breasts, nuzzling her stomach. He nipped next to her belly button, making her squeak with surprise. And then he was there. Just looking at her most private of places. Her pussy.
Totally embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
He pushed back to lean on his heels and narrowed a gaze at her. “My body to play with,” he repeated. “Open your legs for me.”
She slid them out, feeling the flush working its way up her chest. She was so wet, he’d see, know she was—
“Farther.” And he just sat there, waiting. In charge. Dominant.
She slid her legs farther apart, feeling her…her everything open. Totally exposed.
“Very nice. You have a lovely pussy, no matter how you try to conceal it. And I’m going to enjoy it in so many ways.” He pressed his hand to her there, right between her legs. “I’m going to lick it all over.”
She could feel herself dampen and so could he. “Maybe I’ll use a vibrator, pushing it deep inside you.” Her vagina actually clenched, and he grinned wickedly, his eyes crinkling. He felt every little involuntary movement she made.
He positioned himself between her legs, his shoulders between her knees. She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, and her legs started to close against the intimacy.
“Keep them open, Kari, or I will tie them open.” And they both felt her wetness increase.
“You are a surprising woman, little sub.” He chuckled as he rolled off the bed, one ankle already in his hand. Grabbing the fleece-lined cuff roped to the footboard, he buckled it on and tightened the rope, imprisoning her leg at an angle. He snatched her other ankle as she was trying to decide if she should fight, and there she was, spread-eagled. Just like her fantasies, only this was real. Maybe too real.
The instinctive need to be free had her pulling at the ropes holding her wrists. Her chest squeezed with fear as she tried to kick her legs, and the restraints held. He stood at the foot of the bed and watched silently. Waited until she stopped.
He lay down between her legs. With her legs pulled outward, everything was open for him.
“You have a pretty, pretty pussy, Kari. Hidden within those little brown curls”—he pulled her pubic hair lightly, tantalizingly—“everything is pink.” One finger slowly slid down the outer labia. “You’re very wet for me, can you tell?” He touched her right over the entrance, swirled a finger inside just long enough to make her squirm with pleasure.
