her.
He did nothing.
Horrified, she looked up to see Logan's brother just inside the door. She stared at him in disbelief. She was naked, damn it! Naked with breast clamps and objects inserted into her. Embarrassment paralyzed her legs, or she'd have fled.
As she gaped at Jake, his face turned dark with disapproval. “Eyes down, sub,” he snapped with the same authority as Logan…or a Dom.
She averted her gaze from him, looking at Logan instead.
He was watching her, and his eyes were gray. Cold. He tapped his watch. “Another ten minutes added on.”
“Very pretty pet you got there, bro,” Jake said. “Not trained very well, though. You got a minute, or is this a bad time?”
“I'm not busy for a while. Sit.”
Sit? He invited his brother to sit? Now fury alternated with the embarrassment. She clenched her jaw against the need to scream at Logan. And his brother.
And then the vibrator turned back on. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to react, not to show anything for the bastards, damn them. Her body heated, jumping straight to the precipice despite Jake's presence. Her hands tightened into fists as her focus narrowed to the thing over her clit, to the coursing, pulsing, almost there…
Everything stopped.
The tiny moan escaped her. She stayed frozen. She couldn't believe he'd done it to her again. And he didn't even seem to be paying attention to her. She could hear the men's low conversation now that her ears had stopped ringing.
“Gonna collar her, bro?”
Logan snorted as if Jake had said something funny. “I'm no full-time master.”
“It can just mean commitment. You know, going steady.”
What the heck was a collar? she wondered. Like a dog? Who was Jake talking about?
“Enough, asshole,” Logan growled. “Not going to happen.”
“Your loss.” And Jake started talking about a series of storms due tomorrow and plans for the club members.
As their discussion continued, Rebecca slowly brought her breathing back under control although her entire pussy burned.
A few minutes later, the vibrator turned back on.
And just before she came, it clicked off. Again. And on. And off.
At some point, she realized Jake had left.
“If you move, I add more time.” His voice deep, even. No emotion.
What kind of emotion would he have when she killed him dead? When she strung his guts from the trees and-
When the vibrator stopped, she couldn't keep the moan back, let alone the tears that spilled from her closed eyes. She shook so hard, she wasn't sure she'd ever stop.
Callused hands closed on each side of her face, the warmth startling. “Eyes on me, Becca.”
She looked up, her vision blurry from tears. His face was still cold, mean. She didn't like him this way.
“When under command, who do you obey, Becca?” His words seemed to cut through her.
“You,” she whispered, adding a hasty “Sir” when his jaw tightened.
“Do you need to worry or think about anything when I'm in control?”
“No, Sir.”
“What is left for that head of yours to do, then, sugar?”
Her mind blanked. If he had all the control, and she didn't think, what was left?
“Just feel, Becca. That's all that's left.”
The shock rolling through her was as overwhelming as the whole evening had been. No power, no control, no need to worry or think. All she had left was what she'd just experienced. Sensation. The trembling increased inside her, and she closed her eyes.
He walked behind her and unsnapped her cuffs. After bringing her arms forward, he leaned her back against his legs, and his strong hands massaged the ache out of her shoulders. Her hands in her lap shook almost as violently as her emotions. From feeling so vulnerable to being cared for; she couldn't keep up. She didn't want to keep up.
Her eyes opened when he lifted her into his arms. She looked at him, his jaw a rigid line, his neck all corded muscle, and she felt fragile, and even more, safe in his embrace.
He carried her to his bed and laid her on her stomach. She turned her head to watch him.
Standing close, he stroked her hair. “Punishment's over. You did well, Becca. I'm pleased with you.” His smile of approval warmed the coldness inside her.
Gripping her hips, he tilted her onto her knees, head on the mattress, and buckled on ankle cuffs. Pulling her arms around, he clipped each wrist cuff to an ankle cuff, restraining her in that position. A shudder went through her as she realized he wasn't through with her.
When he removed the vibrator, she almost screamed as just the movement inside shot her straight back into arousal. His fingers circled her clit, sliding in the wetness. She whimpered as the nub tightened unbearably. “All red and swollen,” he murmured. “Just right.”
She shook her head, tears blurring her eyes again.
Cupping her cheek, he kissed her gently. “What, Becca? What's wrong?”
“I can't do it again. Please don't…not again.”
A crease appeared in his cheek even as heat grew in his eyes. “We won't stop this time, and you're going to come so hard that the swingers will hear you in their cabins.”
He stripped completely, and her eyes widened as his cock sprang out, long and thick. He wrapped his hand around it at the base. “You weren't the only one suffering, sweetie.”
After sheathing himself in a condom, he knelt behind her and pressed his chest against her back. His body felt heavy and warm. The gentle bobbing of his cock against her folds made her jump.
His hand slid down her stomach, over her mound, and then his fingers slid in circles around her core. She moaned as the excruciating tightness increased. His cock pressed against her opening, up and down, slickening with her wetness, teasing her opening.
Then he ruthlessly pinched her sensitive clit even as he thrust his thick cock up into her.
She screamed as every stymied climax tore through her at once. Her eyes blinded, she arched. Explosion after explosion ripped her body into pieces with exquisite, terrifying pleasure.
His fingers released her as he slid his cock in and out. She spasmed around the hard length, and another wave of pleasure rippled through her. Her heart hammered inside her chest so brutally, it felt close to bursting. Somehow the air in the room had disappeared. She gasped for air.
Wrapping an arm around her stomach, he started into the merciless, driving rhythm she was becoming used to.
Only somehow it seemed more intense. As his pelvis pressed against her bottom, she realized why. He'd left that plug in her. Every thrust inside her moved it slightly, filled her fuller, and sent odd feelings thrumming through her. Sensations she didn't know. Ones she didn't want to like…but she did. Oh God, she did.
She was so hot and wet, he wanted to just bury himself deep and let himself come. But he had one more thing to accomplish. So he throttled himself down, moving his cock in and out very, very slowly, giving her a chance to recover. But damn, she'd better recover fast. This position was hell on a man's control.
Trying to divert himself, he slid his hand beneath her breasts. God, they were gorgeous, so full they spilled over
