moments she grabbed the edge of her shirt, hands shaking, and pulled it over her head. Next, she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto the shirt, then kicked off her shoes. As she pushed down her pants, he enjoyed the sight of her full breasts swaying with her movements. The tips were hardened to points, a dark rose. She straightened and stepped out of the pants, and lowered her gaze to the floor.
The unconscious move took him completely by surprise and filled him with pride. Yes, she was pissed, but she
And she was magnificent.
“Very good, Emma. Let’s go over here.” He took her hand and led her to a piece of gym equipment called a horse, one gymnasts normally used for floor exercises or vaults. His use for the device was something much different. “Bend over the bench and spread your arms down it on either side of you, so your wrists are near the rings.”
A grumble met his order, but she did as she was told.
“Not another word from you, or I’ll give you the punishment you’re asking for regardless of the stress we’re both under. Nod if you understand.” She did, though awkwardly with her head resting on the padding. “All right. Spread your legs wide. No, wider.”
With his sub in position, he used rope to bind her wrists to the rings on the bench. After a tug to make sure they were secure but not too tight, he retrieved a spreader bar and attached either end to an ankle. Finished, he stood back and surveyed his handiwork.
“God, yes. That’s beautiful.”
His hungry gaze followed the line of her back to her rounded buttocks, tilted up and presented to him like a tasty treat, pussy gleaming. She belonged to him, and he’d do whatever he wanted with her gorgeous body. His cock was already leaking in anticipation as he shed his clothes and tossed them aside. Every primal instinct screamed at him to plunge into her, and he would, but not yet. Tonight called for something with a harder edge than he’d used before. Something to push her boundaries even more.
Walking over to his collection hanging on the wall, he selected a flogger with a supple leather tip. This one was perfect to deliver a sting, but wielded properly it would not leave permanent marks.
Eager to get started, he moved behind her and let the leather slide over her spine, her rear. Teasing, he rubbed it against her pussy lips, using the barest pressure. “You’ve probably guessed this is a flogger and that I’m going to use it on you.” Her breath hitched, but she remained quiet. “I’m going to find out how much of a pain slut you really are, and when I find that zone you’re going to sob with wanting to be fucked, my girl.”
Taking a step back, he got into position and flicked the leather across one pert ass cheek. She whimpered but remained still. He gave her another lick, this one a bit harder, bringing up a faint line of red on her pretty skin. She wriggled, and he began laying stripes in earnest, working methodically, his tempo slow and even. He didn’t give her time to fully recover before he laid the next mark, and after a few moments, another breakthrough occurred.
The helpless noises in her throat took on a huskier tone and she began tilting her bottom into the blows as much as her position allowed. Her cries became pitched with arousal, desperate for more.
“You like that, baby?” he asked between strokes. “Jesus, that’s so pretty. Your ass is so red, your pussy pink and wet. Do you need my cock?” A hoarse cry was his answer. “Don’t worry, you’re going to have it.”
A few more strokes and she’d melted in her restraints, mindless with desire and ready for him. Unable to deny either of them another second, he pitched the flogger away and nudged between her slick folds. Grabbing her hips, he buried himself in her pussy in one smooth movement, almost shouting in sheer pleasure.
“Feels so good,” he rasped. “Gonna fuck you until you scream.”
He withdrew slowly, then slammed home. Again and again, loving the mewling noises she made, his helpless captive. The clench of her channel around his cock, the sight of his length disappearing into her heat, drove him insane. Before he knew it, he was fucking her hard and fast, pounding his cock as deep as possible.
All too soon, she tightened around him and cried out, “Master!”
His control disintegrated, and his balls drew up. One last plunge, and his orgasm exploded, filling her with his cum. The spasms went on and on until he lay draped over her back, spent. And centered as never before.
Carefully he withdrew and set about releasing her ankles and then her wrists. Taking her arm, he helped her straighten and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Are you all right?”
“Much better now,” she said softly. The anger was gone, her expression sated, face glowing. “I never knew I could feel that way. Like I was flying.”
“Those crazy endorphins again.” He smiled and was gratified when she returned it.
“And one crazy man.”
“I don’t dispute that. But this crazy man is your master.”
“I doubt I’ll forget that again.” She rubbed her bottom for emphasis.
“If you do, I’ll take great pleasure in reminding you,” he teased.
“I’ll bet.” She hesitated, suddenly unsure. “What’s my punishment for speaking to you the way I did upstairs?”
He shook his head, sobering. “I think we’ve both been punished enough for one day. Let’s clean up and get some sleep while we can.”
He got no argument on that score.Together they headed upstairs, and his mind drifted to Michael and the upcoming assignment.
And whether their boss would live to see Dietz in hell.
Emma gripped Blaze’s hand as the plane lifted off the ground, nails digging into his skin.
His free hand covered hers, and she heard the sympathy in his voice underneath the exhaustion.
“I take it you don’t like to fly?”
“I’m worse when it comes to helicopters, but no. If I was supposed to fly, I’d have been born with feathers.”
A tired chuckle met this declaration. “You know the stats say that flying is the safest way to travel.”
“Maybe, but if the engine in my car dies, I can just pull over to the side of the road.” She gave him an arch look.
“True.” Leaning over, he gave her a kiss. “What can I do to take your mind off your fear? Meet you in the restroom and make you a member of the mile-high club?”
She couldn’t help but grin at the image. “Do people really do that? As tiny as those spaces are, I find that hard to believe.”
“It can be done.” He looked rather smug. “Not that I’d know or anything.”
“You and another person fitting in there? No way.”
“Way.”
“I’m sure I don’t want to know the details.”
“Probably not, especially since the sky marshal threatened to arrest us. Talked my way out of it, though, when he realized I was undercover.”
“You must have the devil’s luck.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Briefly she entertained the suggestion, but decided against it. They didn’t need attention called to them no matter how lucky Blaze believed himself to be.
“I like your hair long,” he commented, gesturing to her extensions. “It really does suit you.”
“Thanks. Most men prefer long hair, I guess.”
“Not necessarily. I think you have one of those faces with great bone structure and you’ll look terrific no matter what style you pick.”
“How sweet.” Reaching out, she fingered a lock of his newly highlighted mane. “You look pretty sexy yourself. Told you these tints would match your golden eyes.”
He snorted. “Looks weird on me, especially the way you teased it. I feel like the frickin’ Cowardly Lion.”
“You’re my lion and you’re anything but cowardly. Rrrrr.” His laugh made her smile.
“God. Okay, how about Barry Gibb? I’m feeling the uncontrollable urge to break out into a Bee Gees song.”
