Can’t—Holy—uh—”
“Take deep breaths, Maggie. You’re doing great.” He squatted next to her and kissed a trail from her rib cage to each breast. The warmth of his touch calmed her. Gave her the chance she needed to catch her breath. The rising tension lowered a fraction.
He pulled back, slipped his finger in her mouth and hooked behind her lower teeth. “You’re going to love this part.”
He stood back up and a second later vibrations emanated from whatever he’d pressed inside her. She jerked and thrashed against her restraints. Her muscles inside and out tightened and flexed. The wheel began to move and she barely noticed until she was upright again and she stared into the watchful eyes of the man who continued to torture her with pleasure.
He reached between her legs and the vibrations sped up. Her eyes widened and he simply smiled. Moans one right after the other fell from her mouth and she squeezed her eyes closed.
“No, pet. Look at me. You will watch me when you come. I need that from you.”
She couldn’t. The sensations rocketed through her. Her stomach clenched, her muscles quivered and every inch of her skin tingled. A little more. Please God a little more. Her body was about to explode.
“Look at me.” A sharp thwack landed on her thigh and her eyes sprung open. He stood in front of her, crop in hand, dark eyes flashing.
“You are amazing, Maggie.” He swung the crop and another blow landed on her opposite thigh. Her back arched, reaching out for more. She was certain she was going to die any moment if she didn’t get off.
“It’s time, pet.” Those simple words might have shot her from the wheel had she not been restrained. Her body bowed, so eager for anything and everything her Master wanted. Sweat rolled behind her neck and back as she strained for more.
“I wonder if this will make you scream.”
There was no time to figure out what he meant. He removed the clamp from her clit and the sudden rush of blood coupled with the vibrations threw her violently off the edge she’d been perched on. Her mind splintered. Overwhelmed by the sheer force of pleasure, she fought the cuffs at her wrists and ankles like a wild banshee, thrashing from one side to the other. Her nerve endings burned in a relentless wave of sensation until her body collapsed.
Tucker grabbed her around the waist and supported her weight. At his touch, more spasms rocked through her, sending her well into overdrive. Her muscles tensed, rendering her helpless to do anything other than feel each aftershock as it quaked through her. Draped across Tucker’s chest, she lay there boneless as he worked to remove first the cuffs at her ankles and then her wrists.
Freed, she flopped forward until he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room to the bed. Maggie barely registered any of his movements. Her brain was fried as she allowed him to lay her out on her back, grab a blanket and wrap her inside it before he lowered himself next to her and pulled her tight.
She allowed her eyes to drift closed and vaguely heard Tucker speaking to her. There was no comprehension, simply the haze she floated in. She had no idea how long she stayed like that. Days could have passed for all she knew. Her mind fluttered through the pleasure and intensity of Tucker until suddenly it re-fired.
Her eyes sprang open and the memories of her day flooded back to her in live action motion. Everything she’d allowed Tucker to do and then some. The hard band of his arm was wrapped around her waist leaving her afraid to move or breathe too heavily. What was he thinking? She’d behaved so—so out of control. Maggie fought not to wince and alert Tucker she’d recovered. Instead she inhaled deep and imprinted his delicious woodsy scent to memory. She wanted to remember him like this. Here in his art studio where he’d chosen to…
She couldn’t finish the train of thought. Her stomach tightened. She had no choice but to move. Her clothes were on the other side of the house and her car even farther. She had to find the energy to not only get up, but escape his grasp.
Maggie wriggled in his arms to find he only tightened them around her more.
“Let me go, Tucker. I have to get up.” He stirred behind her and the first thing she noticed was the hard-on pressed to her bottom. Oh my God, he didn’t get off. The shock of that astounded her. Why had he stopped? Guilt flashed through her. Then another thought floored her. They weren’t finished.
Maggie couldn’t handle him right now. She’d lied. She wasn’t ready. She fought harder against his hold and managed to loosen his grip. She sprang from the mattress and glanced around the room for something to cover her. When she found nothing she used her hands to cover her breasts and sprinted for the door.