Bound to Please(81)

He increased the pressure, the light strokes becoming harder, more forceful. But she was beyond feeling any pain. All she felt was pleasure, pure and hot. And when the strands of the flogger hit her with a loud smack she cried out. It stung, but in the best way possible.

He came around once and took her chin in his hand, kissed her lips.

“You’re smiling,” he said, and she nodded. She was too high to speak.

Tenderness flashed in his eyes as he held her gaze, and it seemed there was no one in the room but them. But then he was gone, and she felt the strands of the flogger again, landing on her everywhere: her shoulder blades, the middle of her upper back, her thighs, her ass. The inside of her legs. She was spread so wide he could whip her there, and she felt the wind of the flogger on her damp sex.

Yes, she thought, leaning into the restraints. Hit me there, touch me there, please…

He pressed against her back, his body hard and hot against her naked flesh. She felt his breath on her neck when he pulled her hair aside. “Everyone in this place is watching you. Everyone is watching the way I turn you on, the way you squirm under my touch. Does it make you wet? To be watched?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

His hand came around her and spanned her belly. If her feet weren’t bound, she would have clamped her thighs shut to ease the ache within.

But he moved his hand, lower and lower… was he really going to touch her here? In public?

He was.

She gasped when she felt his thumb on her clit, rubbing her in tight circles, making her so wet, so needy, she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“It’s okay, I want to hear you. Everyone wants to hear you.” His thumb still on her clit, he slid across her pussy with the rest of his hand. Opening her up, pushing into her. Fingering her right there, in front of a crowd.

Her back burned lusciously from the flogging he’d given her, and her nipples stung in the clamps. Her body was trembling everywhere from lust. “Mark… Oh, God! It’s so good,” she cried, her voice husky.

“I know, sweetheart.” With his free hand he reached around and gave the chain hanging between her breasts a sharp tug.

She screamed. She cried out, again and again, knowing people could see her, hear her. Mark pulled the chain at her nipples again, and this time he didn’t let up, the pleasure searing through her in a rush. His hand between her legs worked her faster, harder, deeper, and he whispered into her ear, “That’s it, baby; come for me. Come now.”

An enormous shudder tore through her as she climaxed, for everyone to see.

Mark released her quickly. His heart hammered as he carried her trembling body. She clung to him, silent. He’d found a small but private room with a sofa and once seated, he held her, rocked her as if he were calming a child. Finally, she looked up, her eyes such a deep shade of blue they were almost black. She smiled. “That was amazing.”

He gently unscrewed the clamps on her nipples. She gave a light moan as he released her, and he massaged flesh he knew would be sore. She sighed against his chest, and his cock immediately started throbbing.

Fuck, how he wanted her. Touching her like this, seeing her sink into her world of pleasure, made his cock so fucking hard. Made him shift underneath her and take deep breaths to try to control himself.

He kissed her forehead. “You were beautiful out there. Everyone envied me.”

“Really? I made you happy?”

“Of course.”

Sliding out of his lap, she knelt in front of him. “I want to make you even happier.”

He nodded. She was irresistible, unlike any woman he’d ever met. His blood rushed through him as she unbuttoned his jeans and boxers and slid them down his legs, and then she took his cock in her hands, drew him into her wet, warm mouth so deep, he groaned out her name. She sucked him, stroked his balls, and didn’t seem to mind the palm of his hand on her hair; tugging, guiding.

“That’s perfect, Ruby, just like that…” But when he was about to come she stopped and looked up. “I want to feel you inside me, Mark.”

“Then come here, baby.”

She pulled a condom out of a bowl next to the sofa and opened it, slid it onto his cock. Then she straddled him, guiding his dick into her pussy in one smooth, sure motion. She threw her head back as she rocked against him, her eyes dark, her mouth open as her breathing came faster and faster.

He gripped her thighs, her body tense under his hands as she used the muscles in her legs to ride him. This she did with total freedom; pinching her own nipples, working her own clit. It was as if the earlier public display had released her somehow, as if she had no inhibitions left in her at all.