“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was breathing roughly, though he could tell she was fighting valiantly to control it. “I hate to prick that ego of yours, Dev, but you and Lucian may not be the walking female orgasms you think you are.”
He stopped behind her, not touching her, not daring to. Her shoulders stiffened, her breathing becoming rougher still as he towered over her.
“Had you waited, you would have had what you needed, Tally.” Her arms uncrossed, her hands falling to her sides and clenching at the material of her robe. He could see the hard rise and fall of her breasts, almost feel her fight for control.
“How like a man,” she sneered. “Perhaps I’m frigid. Isn’t that the standard male excuse?”
“Or perhaps you’re too stubborn, too intent on being in control, on being the Mistress, to ever admit there could be a Master,” he suggested softly. “I know what you need, Tally. I know, and I’m going to make certain you have it.” She seemed to freeze, stiffening in response, not just to the words, but also the underlying promise that came with them. When she started to run, he was ready for her. He was determined Tally was not going to run anymore.
Chapter Twelve
Tally was in shock. This was not the gentle giant she had always thought of Dev as being. This was a man in his prime, far stronger than she, and determined to have his way. He caught her as she moved to run from the bedroom, a chuckle sounding in her ear as his arms went around her, holding her close. A second later she felt her robe loosen as she struggled against him, fighting to tear herself from his muscular arms as he stripped the robe from her body.
“You bastard!” she raged as he picked her up and tossed her to the bed.
Her fingers curled into claws as fury overwhelmed her. Hot, blinding rage burned in her stomach like acid as she snarled and flailed out at him.
She gained little more than a dark laugh as he straddled her body and within seconds, to her complete horror, had her arms spread and her wrists shackled with soft, padded nylon restraints.
“Let me go.” She jerked at the restraints, staring up at her wrists in disbelief as the slender chains running from the nylon refused to give way.
Instantly his weight was removed, but it wasn’t to release her. She shrieked in disbelief, attempting to jerk her foot from his grip as he began to shackle her ankles. She was now spread eagle, held naked to the bed as he watched her in amusement.
“You son of a bitch!” she screamed, outraged, terrified. No matter how desperately she fought she couldn’t release herself, nor could she stem the rising anger building inside her. “I’ll kill you for this. I’ll carve your dick from your body if you don’t let me go.”
“Such naughty language, Tally,” he chided her in amusement as he sat down on the bed and removed his boots. “Just settle down, baby, and save your breath. You’ll need the energy to scream from pleasure later.”
“Oh, now haven’t I just heard that one before,” she sneered, jerking at the restraints that held her wrists again. “A little overconfident, aren’t you, Dev?”
“Overconfident?” he mused as he stood and unbuttoned the snowy white shirt he wore. “Merely confident, I think.”
Snarling, cursing, Tally fought the restraints, desperately trying to ignore the fact that Dev was undressing beside her bed. His muscular chest shouldn’t have looked so inviting and when he shed his jeans and the snug boxer briefs, the hard, thick length of his cock shouldn’t have caused her to catch her breath in hunger.
“Damn you, Dev, you can’t do this,” she denied hoarsely, knowing any chance she may have had at rebuilding her defenses was being shot to hell. “Let me go!” He stood at the side of the bed watching her quietly, his eyes going over her body, pausing at her breasts, taking in the hard, fiery points of her pierced nipples. His gaze went lower and Tally closed her eyes in shame, well aware of the thick, glistening juices that coated the plump lips of her shaved pussy.
“Say ‘shoes’,” he said, smiling, his eyes coming back to her. “In every dominant/submissive relationship there’s a safe word. One word that halts any further action and calls a stop to whatever’s taking place. But I’m warning you, Tally, if you say it, then it’s over. It doesn’t matter how much Lucian and I care for you. It doesn’t matter how much we need you, it’s over. Say ‘shoes’ and I release you and walk away now. If you don’t say it, then you can fight until hell freezes over and as long as your body responds, as long as you find pleasure, there will be no stopping.” The throttled growl of rage that escaped her throat surprised her, and Dev as well, if the flaring of his eyes was any indication.
“Go to hell,” she cursed him furiously. “I’m not begging you for anything, you hulking Neanderthal. Kiss my ass.”
“I’ll spank it instead.” His words had her stiffening in shock a second before she began to fight again.
He released the restraints on her ankles, quickly flipped her over and secured them once again. There was just enough length to the chains at her wrists to allow them to cross and adjust to the new position. She was panting in surprise and fury, not to mention the excitement beginning to snake through her body. But it didn’t stop her from fighting as he adjusted the restraints, once again spreading her out.
“Do you have any idea how I’ve fantasized about spanking that curved little ass?” he whispered at her ear, his hand smoothing down her back, then over her buttock.
“Watching it blush and burn, then spreading those soft little cheeks and fucking my cock up that tight little hole it hides.”
Her head snapped around, her eyes widening in shock and surprise. It wasn’t that she had never had anal sex. Or even a menage. It was the tone of his voice. Rough, carnal, sinful. His expression matched the tone of his voice. He looked like a fallen angel, his black hair falling over his forehead, his brilliant green eyes glowing with lust.
“It’s going to be so good, Tally.” He smoothed the hair that had fallen to her cheek back from her face. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you, no holds barred, fucking you with everything I’ve dreamed of giving you for so damned long.” His hand landed on the curve of her ass as he finished. It wasn’t a small blow, it wasn’t a timid tap; it stung. It pierced into her womb, flamed through her pussy and had her gasping out in pleasure. And still he watched her, his eyes holding hers, his face close to her as he delivered a similar blow to the other side.
Tally jerked against her bonds again, whimpering as she fought to hold onto the restraint she had always prided herself on. But this was good. Too good. The utter depravity of it was enough to send her spinning into an arousal that defied reason. Lust bloomed like a conflagration, leaving her aching, hurting for release.
“Stop this,” she snapped, driven as far as she could stand. Months of titillation, of teasing. She needed relief and waiting for it was not an option. “Dammit, Dev, just fuck me and get it over with.”
The size of his cock would burn, it would stretch her, fill her, give enough of the heady painful intensity that she could at least have some measure of release. If he continued this course, there was no way she could bear it.
“All or nothing, Tally,” he reminded her. “You’ll take it all or I walk away. Lucian walks away. Are you really such a coward that your control means more than reaching out for all the pleasure you’ve always dreamed could be yours?” Was she? She was. She buried her face in the comforter, breathing harshly, fighting the overwhelming need to scream out the safe word and gain her release.
“Think about it, Tally,” he whispered. “Your ass is going to burn. I’m going to make you pay for even daring to consider faking an orgasm. But first, I’m going to make certain you know what you’re passing up if you’re thinking of whispering the word that will stop it.”
He moved away from her then. Tally raised her head, turning and watching in shock as he picked up a slender butt plug and a tube of lubrication gel.
“This,” he turned the device in his hand, “is an inflatable plug, Tally. Have you had one before?”
She hadn’t. She could feel her heart racing now as she saw the slender pipe leading to the pressure bulb below. It was slender, but it would become larger.
