Shane grunted behind me, grabbed my ankles and pulled until only the top half of my body was on the mattress and I was bent at the waist, my ass right there for him to spank again. I tensed, expecting a sharp slap. But instead, he hesitated. “Hands over your head.”
Of course, I did what he asked.
“Where did you learn to give head like that?” he demanded, voice sharp.
Was he genuinely displeased? Angry? My lungs burning for air, a little chill swept up my spine as I waited for him to make his next move. Until now, this thing with Shane had been more like a game, a naughty, exciting game. But he’d never acted or sounded this way.
He grabbed one wrist, pulled my arm up and out toward the top corner of the bed. While he wasn’t exactly cruel as he handled me, he wasn’t gentle either. Then he buckled a cuff around it. The other wrist was next. Now I was kneeling on the floor, my wrists bound. Helpless. I was helpless, and he was acting strangely.
“Are you angry with me?” I whispered.
“Don’t speak.”
“Yes, sir.”
He growled, went back to the drawer, grabbed something else, and the next thing I knew, I had a ball stuffed into my mouth, a gag tied around my head, holding it in.
Now, my eyes were watering, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t say my safe word if I needed to. This was getting more intense than I’d expected. I tried to say his name, but all that came out were muffled, garbled sounds and drool.
What was he doing?
I felt my arms and legs trembling as I waited. I sucked in air through my nose and tried to tell myself this was all part of the game. He was just playing. I’d known Shane Trant for many years, since I was a child. He was a good friend of my mother’s. He wouldn’t hurt me. At least, not badly.
I didn’t quite convince myself, though. Not one hundred percent.
Without saying a word, he walked around the foot of the bed. I clenched my bu**ocks, expecting him to spank me again. The sharp pain would come any time now. He was waiting, letting the anticipation build. I knew it.
No slap.
He smoothed his flattened hands over my ass. “Your ass pinks up so pretty when I spank it.” His voice had lost a bit of that edge. Even with the gag, I breathed a little easier. He hooked his fingers, gently raking his fingernails over my skin, and a little wave of pleasure washed through me.
“Since you made me come so quickly, minx, it means I’ll need a little time to get things going again. You don’t want me to need to do that. I get into trouble when I have free time on my hands.”
The way he said that made me quiver. It wasn’t a threat, although it could be, if taken at face value. No, it was a promise. I heard the slough of fabric. He was undressing. My insides pulsed. My flesh warmed. I imagined him standing behind me, nude, his skin gleaming, a sheen of sweat making every line cutting between his muscles distinct. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, wide apart. “Mmmm.” I felt a soft touch, damp, at the base of my spine. Instantly, my back was covered in goose bumps.
I wanted him inside me now, plunging deep, taking me hard. But I knew he would torment me after what I’d done. There was no way he’d be so kind. He would show no mercy.
My spine arched as his tongue flicked over the ticklish skin just above my crack. I’d never had anyone lick me there. I didn’t realize how much it tickled. I squirmed, but he held me in place, a hand pushing hard just above where he was licking.
“You want me,” he murmured. “You want me to take you already. I can smell your need.” He inhaled deeply. “Such a greedy girl.” He used both hands again, pulling my cheeks apart. “I told you, I can’t. Not yet. It’s your fault.” His tongue delved deeper. Little damp touches down, down, toward my tight virginal hole. My anus. My body tensed. Surely he wouldn’t lick me there. His tongue danced along my crack, continuing closer, closer to my puckered opening. Heat pulsed through my body, and my muscles clenched. My fingers curled into fists. My stomach tightened. My spine. My thighs trembled.
The first little touch to my anus made me jerk. I’d felt it coming and yet I hadn’t been ready. I was shocked. I was slightly mortified. But I was also burning with need.
He did it again, and again, and with every little poke and touch, my need grew. Now, I didn’t just want him inside of me, stroking away the ache that was pounding through my body, but I needed him. I pulled my legs wider apart. Take me, my body was saying. Take me now.
“Do you know what you taste like?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“You taste like the sweetest nectar on earth.” He crawled over me. I felt his heat radiating over my back. Oh, how good it felt. I wanted to raise up, to press myself against him. But I couldn’t. The bindings at my wrists were too short to allow me to move my arms at all. He unfastened the gag and tossed it aside, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, forcing me to arch my neck and look up toward the ceiling. He angled over me and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and filling it with my flavor.
He was right. Nectar. Sweet and musty. Unlike anything I’d ever tasted. Definitely better than that horrid ball. His tongue caressed mine, spreading that decadent taste all over. Grateful, I stroked his tongue with mine.
When he ended the kiss, I whimpered but didn’t speak.
“You learned your lesson, didn’t you, minx?”
I nodded.
He pushed a finger into my mouth, and I pulled it deeper, sucking it eagerly. “Good. I like to have easy access to your pretty mouth. You use it so well.” His finger came out with a little pop. It gleamed, dampened by my saliva.
He released my hair, pushing my head down so it was flat on the bed, turned to the side. “Yes, you use that mouth so well.” He licked my neck, and once again I was covered with goose bumps.
Hot and cold, I shivered, shoulders and arms tense. Shane was a masterful torturer. Absolutely masterful. I bit my lip as another little whimper slipped from my mouth.
“Soon, minx. I’m getting there,” he whispered, his lips brushing ever so softly over my spine as he nipped and licked his way down my body. With growing impatience, I endured his torment. His lips, teeth and tongue made my nerves tingle. He worked lower, down to my bottom. This time, he pushed a finger between my cheeks, circled my anus with the tip. “You haven’t taken a man here.”
I shook my head.
“You will. Soon.” His finger pressed harder at my entrance, and I tensed. “Relax.” He didn’t ease up. Instead, he increased the pressure until my muscles couldn’t resist anymore. In, his finger slid, the shallow intrusion making me gasp and my back arch. “How pretty you are.” His finger shoved deeper inside.