In a Bind(Plaything #3)(15)

My feet were still on the ground, but my top half was resting on the soft cushions of the chair and my arms were splayed out away from my body.

"Oh shit, Zane, I'm so ready. Please hurry."

I heard him move around the chair. He lowered his mouth to my ear and nibbled it. "Scoot back a little until you feel the smooth bump of the clit stimulator pressed against you. And don't you dare come yet, baby, cuz I'm just getting started."

"No promises." I wriggled back. His hands took a firm hold of my hips to position me over the smooth top of the vibrator. I sensed that he was leaning down next to the chair and suddenly a motor buzzed. I gasped as rolling vibrations massaged my clit.

"Oh shit, how am I not going to come?"

A stinging slap on my ass made me startle, and I temporarily hopped off the vibrator.

I quickly maneuvered to find the device, making my clit delightfully satisfied once again.

"If that spank was supposed to stop me from coming, you obviously haven't figured me out yet." After I spoke, I sucked in a breath as the two thigh panels move lower, where I was all but kneeling over the chair.

"Trust me, I've got every inch of you figured out." A cool, satiny piece of fabric wrapped around my leg, securing my thigh to the panel. He repeated it with the second panel. The restraints held my arms and legs so securely, I was completely at his mercy. The thigh panels moved again to spread my knees wide. Suddenly, the back of the seat that I rested on inched lower at the top, so that my head and shoulders were now much lower than my ass. For a fleeting second, a feeling that might have been fear or just the thrill of what would happen next shot through me.

Then Zane's deep, soothing tone rained down over me from behind. "How do you feel, baby?"

"A little nervous. A lot ready."

The vibrator snuggled against my clit had brought me to the height of arousal, and I found myself writhing against it to get even more pleasure from it. A whip snapped through the air and I startled, reminding me of my restraints.

"I'm holding that satin whip in my hand. The one you were looking at on my desk. It sounds more menacing than it is. Yes or no?"

"Yes."

"Thought you might say that."

I held my breath as I waited. The satin strips smacked my ass with only the slightest sting, just enough to send a shiver of delight through my body. Zane whipped my bottom again but then a frustrated groan followed.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm just not that tough. I want you so badly right now I'm about to break all my teeth from clenching my jaw." I felt him kneel down between my spread thighs and without warning his mouth pressed against my exposed pussy. If there had been no cuffs on my wrists and ankles I would have shot right off the chair.

"Hot sweet honey, that's all I taste when I lick you, baby."

I rubbed against the clit stimulator, and each time lifted my ass higher, letting him know I was more than ready. Restraints and being spanked with a whip wasn't nearly as punishing as waiting for him to push me over the edge.

I heard the satin of the bag as he rifled through it for something, a condom perhaps.

"Zane, if you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to scream."

"You save that scream for the real thing." He took hold of my hip with one hand and his well lubed finger pushed into my ass

I felt his cock press teasingly at my pussy, but he held back.

"Please, Zane!"

His cock jammed into my pussy, and I hurtled toward an orgasm. He reached forward and pulled my hair back just enough to lift my face from the chair. "Not yet, baby. Let it build."

"I can't," I whimpered.

"Not yet. Promise me." He pulled my hair just a little harder.

"Yes, I promise. I hate you but I promise." My voice was shaky, and all I could think about was that orgasm waiting to explode through my body.

He rocked against me, driving into me while my clit was brought to a frenzy by the vibrator. I was there at the edge, the sensations building up inside of me and each time he entered me it awakened a new set of pulses. I balled my fists and pulled against my restraints, but I couldn't move. All I could do was lift my ass a little higher to meet his thrusts and his invading finger.

"Zane," I cried, "I can't!" A sob of relief left me as my pussy clamped down around his cock. It seemed the throbbing waves wouldn't stop coming or slow down. He didn't slow either. He continued to penetrate me from behind and with his cock. The humming machine kissing my clit pulsed on. I could hardly catch my breath. It seemed my entire body trembled with the orgasm as if it hadn't just been in my pussy but through my entire being. And just as the waves slowed, Zane pumped harder and faster, reigniting the orgasm and bring my body right back to the height of ecstasy. I had never come twice in a row, and I was sure I would drift off into a dizzying coma from the intensity of it all.

I collapsed against the chair, no longer pulling against my restraints or even able to lift my head from the cushion. Zane moved inside of me at a frenzied pace as he held firmly onto my hips. He drove into me with such power, the chair inched across the floor. Each time he filled me, the tenderness left behind by the double orgasm made me mewl in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah," Zane groaned, as he came. He stayed there for a few long, luxurious moments.

He leaned down over me and kissed back of my neck as he reached for the wrist restraints. Then he removed the bindings around my legs. I was weak and lightheaded and not completely sure I could stand on my own.

Zane seemed to sense it. He lifted me off the chair and into his arms. I rested my spinning head against his shoulder as he carried me across the room. He lowered me onto the bed and pulled the quilt up over me.

"Get some rest, beautiful. That was just the first round."





Chapter Twenty-Two





Zane





Chase walked in as I was shutting the automatic blinds on the office windows. He laughed. "Either you're about to meet with counter intelligence officials about a spy mission or Raini is coming by for lunch." He walked over to my desk and picked up one of the roses and pressed it to his nose. "Since I know you're not a spy and since roses don't usually go with counter intelligence work, I'm going to stick with the Raini lunch theory."

I walked over, plucked the rose from his hand and put it back in the vase before circling around to my chair. "Did you come in here just to irritate me, or is there a purpose for the visit?"

He dropped into the chair across from me. "Well, I had come in here to see if the new copy was ready for next month but I think irritating you is a lot more fun. How long have you two been dating? Two months? A personal record for you, isn't it?"

"No, that was your personal record before Macy. I dated Megan Smith in high school for an entire year."

"Pre-adulthood doesn't count. Does Carter know yet?"

"Yes, and he has congratulated me for winning what he called the most hard won prize in the world."

"Cool. It always helps to have the dad's approval. Especially if Dad is a major investor. I can't help but notice that you look kind of worn out all the time. Guess you two are breaking in the bed springs, eh?"

I shrugged casually but then sat forward. "I'm going to have to take some kind of fucking vitamins just to keep up."

Chase laughed. "That's fucking classic. Zane Bostwick has finally met his match, and he can't keep up. So, do you think you can hang on to her?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He lifted his hands in surrender. "Nothing. Just asking. You must really like her because you are touchy as hell." He stood up. "I'll let you get prepared for your hot lunch date. Just send the copy over when you have it."

He walked out, and I heard him greet Raini in the hallway.

I got up from my desk and walked toward the door. My heart raced ahead like it always did when I heard her voice. Raini and I had been seeing each other more and more, and things seemed to be gliding into what could only be called a steady relationship. I wasn't used to having someone who was constantly on my mind, but it was nice. I decided I could get used to the idea of having a significant other.

Raini walked in wearing shorts and a zipped up sweatshirt. She held up two grease stained paper bags. "Tacos and chips."

"That works." I shut the door and clicked the lock.

Raini dropped the food on the desk and headed over to my mini refrigerator for some cold drinks. She leaned down into it and knowing full well that I was watching her, she added in an ass wiggle before emerging with two sodas.

I rested against the front edge of my desk. She walked over and stopped in front of me. She pressed against me as she placed the sodas on the desk. I looped my arms around her back.

"What's with the sweatshirt?" I asked. "Last time I stepped out on the sidewalk it was hot enough to melt the soles of my shoes.”

"You're right. It is hot." She bit her lip and peered innocently up at me as she lowered the zipper. She parted the panels of the sweatshirt to reveal a lacy black bra where the cups stopped below the nipples. "But then I wasn't sure if I should walk down the sidewalk without it."

"Fucking hell." I pushed the sweatshirt off her shoulders and lowered my mouth to taste her nipples. They tightened as she arched her breasts harder against my mouth. She quickly unbuttoned my fly. She jammed her hand beneath my briefs and took hold of my cock. We'd taken blood tests to clear the need for condoms, and I was loving the fact that there was no more barrier between us.