Once the nipple of that breast had been teased until it blushed fire-engine red, he repeated the whole routine with the other. The entire time Dan mauled my orbs, his hands clutched my buttocks, digging his fingers into the pliable flesh. I felt beyond possessed. I felt owned.
There is nothing like a strong man to make me feel all woman.
I looked through desire-hazed eyes at Tristan sitting on the sawhorse, his eager sex clutched in one fist. He worked himself slowly, watching Dan kiss his way down my body until he kneeled before me. Seeing the vampire enjoying the show ramped up my excitement. By the time Dan rested my upper thighs on his shoulders, his lips parted and tongue extended to taste the honey I emitted, I panted with need.
I made a long, high cry as he licked my slit. I trembled near climax, my body begging for it. Dan worked slowly, avoiding my clit and keeping me at the edge of orgasm without allowing me to plunge in. Before long I whined, thrusting my sex in an effort to make him touch me where I wanted it most.
“Stay still,” Dan ordered in a low, stern voice. The voice of a Dom. Something in my head clicked, and I froze in place, despite the ferocious need eating me up. I shook as he continued his slow savoring, making my nether lips swell and my clit strain from its hood. I bit the insides of my lips at the sweet torment.
Dan slipped my legs from his shoulders and stood. He took a step back, looking me over with the air of a man admiring a prized possession. I looked back, taking in the wide-set shoulders, the chiseled chest, and the thick thighs. If there existed a more masculine looking example of the human animal, I couldn’t imagine it.
He came back to me, this time lifting my legs to wrap around his waist. Pressing me up against the wall, Dan shoved his cock into my body, taking me hard in one mighty thrust. I grunted at the heady mixture of pain and pleasure, my fists clenched. He pounded into me, taking all he wanted, and I spiraled upward at a dizzy pace until flung into space.
I disappeared from Earth in a thunderous cataclysm, my body going supernova. I shattered apart in billowing pulses, far beyond the senses of sight and sound. All I knew were the bright, hot quakes of dissolution, tearing from my core in tremendous waves of passion. I thought nothing, for all ability to think had been erased. Only sensation, glorious brain-numbing sensation, remained.
How long I was gone I couldn’t have said. Perhaps seconds. It might have been a millennium. It felt timeless, gone in the blink of an eye yet spreading out over eons.
When I returned, Dan moaned a strangled sound in my ear. His cock jerked inside me in dwindling spasms as he clutched me hard to his trembling body. Oh good; despite my absence, he’d enjoyed it too. Another happy customer.
After a few moments, he patted my rear and I untangled my limbs from around his body. “Whew, Brandilynn,” he said as he pulled away. He sat down on the floor with a hard thump.
I pulled the small remainder of energy I had left into my stomach, and my arms slipped from the cuffs. I crumpled into a puddle on the floor next to Dan.
“Don’t forget me,” came a cultured voice, and I raised my head to see Tristan still sitting on the padded sawhorse, his sex hard and flushed in his hand.
Oh yeah. I had not one, but two needy boys to care for. Poor me.
Tristan gave me a cruel grin full of threat. My guts churned in fear and tumbled with excitement. What did he have in store for me? I knew better than to ask. Part of a Dom’s power is in keeping the sub guessing.
“Crawl to the sawhorse, Brandilynn,” he ordered.
Crawling seemed a good idea since I didn’t think my legs would hold me. I did as I was told, feeling the rough nap of the carpet beneath my knees. Once I reached the sawhorse I waited for Tristan’s next command.
“Get up there. Be quick about it.”
Heaven help me, my legs still had the shakes. I forced myself up and lay on the padded top of the table, my arms and legs going to the rests at the sides.
Tristan strapped my arms and legs. I was crouched face down, legs wide apart. Helpless and eager all over again.
I peeked over my shoulder at Tristan. He was fully clothed once more in perfectly cut black trousers and dark gray button-down shirt. Man, he looked amazing, so scrumptious, and so dangerous all at once. His heated gaze looked me over. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.
He turned around and went to the closet with its assortment of belts. Terror sent delicious tendrils through my lower body. I whimpered with the heady twist of lust and fear as he selected a wide leather strap. After evaluating the grip, he rolled his sleeves up slowly, his eyes staring into mine.
“I do this not because you’ve done anything to deserve it. I do it because it pleases me to. You are mine to do as I wish, sub, and you will prove it by accepting the punishment.”