Kneeling, he pulled one ankle over to an eyehook in the floor, securing her foot. Then he repeated the procedure with her other leg until she was spread-eagle.
He’d kept enough slack in the chain that she could stand flat on her feet. One night, he’d put her in heels, tighten the chains and let her experience this same bondage on her toes.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, her eyes beginning to glaze. He’d touched her constantly throughout the tour of his dungeon. He knew her arousal had been building steadily since they’d entered the room.
“Answer me, Jayne.”
“Yes sir. I’m fine.”
While he’d never been much for titles, he loved it when Jayne called him sir.
“Don’t move.”
He chuckled when she rolled her eyes, then he walked to the stairs. He’d recently made some renovations to the basement and he was dying to try them out. He hit the light switch, momentarily plunging them into darkness. Jayne’s chains rattled slightly, but she didn’t call out or question him. Then he hit the dimmer switch and twisted it.
He adjusted the brightness until he had the spotlight hanging above Jayne’s head just right. She was the star of tonight’s show. She glanced up at the bright light then around at the room. With all the light focused on her, the rest of the room was hidden from her view.
He’d never seen a more breathtaking sight.
Elias remained at the edge of the darkness, still hidden in shadow.
“You look stunning. My own captive star, standing alone in the spotlight.”
Her body began to tremble, but Elias didn’t see fear in her eyes. Regardless, he said, “Safe word.”
“No.”
The answer was instant, strong.
Elias stepped into the light. Unable to resist, he kissed her, then drifted lower, his lips finding her nipples once more. He continued to tease the sensitive flesh with nips and hard sucks until her nipples were distended, large.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out nipple clamps and a short chain. Jayne sucked in a deep breath as he attached the clamps. Once they were in place, he hooked the small chain to them and tugged lightly.
Jayne groaned, her eyes drifting closed.
“Eyes open,” he snapped. “I don’t want you to miss any of this.”
She opened her mouth to respond and he waited. He’d become addicted to her pleas, but he’d issued an order. Jayne must’ve read his thoughts as she closed her mouth and remained silent.
Elias ran his hand along the slit between her legs. She was soaking wet, juices shining on the tops of her thighs. She was incredible.
“How do you feel?”
“Hot, horny. I think I’m going to explode.”
He smiled and rewarded her honesty, plunging two fingers inside her weeping cunt. She hissed and jerked, her pussy clenching instantly.
He drove inside her a half-dozen times then retreated. She was too close and he refused to see this end so soon.
Jayne bit her lip to stop her protest. He kissed her cheek and whispered, “Good girl,” letting her know he recognized the restraint.
Circling her body, Elias stopped when he was behind her. He gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed. He loved her ass. He ran his finger through the crack until he found her anus. It was still slick from the lubrication she’d used to insert the plug.
The remaining gel made it very easy for him to push two of his fingers inside.
He leaned closer as he pressed in and out of the tight hole to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you here tonight.”
“Yes, please,” she murmured.
Elias removed his fingers despite Jayne’s attempts to keep them in. “That wasn’t a question, Jayne.”
He crossed in front of her again and knew she recognized her mistake. Elias retrieved the crop from the bed, tapping it softly against his palm.
Jayne didn’t flinch or fight her bondage. Instead, his courageous woman lifted her chin and held his gaze.
He extended the crop, dragging the tip of it around her breasts, down her stomach and along her thighs. Jayne tensed but didn’t shrink away. He stroked her sensitive skin with the crop, drawing patterns.
Moving to her back, he continued to fondle her with just the tip. On her ass, he spelled out his name. He knew the moment she realized what he was doing. She released a quick, quiet laugh.
“Marking your territory?”
“You’re mine, Jayne.”
“Always.”
He lifted the crop and swung. Just once. He placed a sharp, stinging blow against the fleshiest part of her bottom.
Jayne released a loud cry, but not of pain. Her body jerked forward and he instantly recognized the response for what it was. She was about to come.
Jesus.
“No!” His demand was loud in the quiet room. Three more times he hit her with the crop, Jayne crying out in pleasure after each blow.
He drove two fingers inside her pussy and she quivered, clearly losing control of her body’s reactions.
“I said no.”
He withdrew his fingers then hastily returned to the switches at the stairs, turning on a different light—the one over the bed—while dimming Jayne’s spotlight.
She was gasping, trying not to give in to the inevitable.
Elias worked fast, removing her restraints and the clamps while trying not to touch her too much. She was in pain, fighting hard.
Once she was free, she collapsed, but he was there to catch her. Carrying her to the bed, Elias freed his cock from his pants, ending his own purgatory. He slammed inside her as Jayne lost the battle.
She came loudly, thrashing madly beneath him. Elias struggled to contain her, to remain still. It was too much.
He held her face in his hands, tightening his grip as he began driving inside her.
Jayne’s nails raked his back but he welcomed the pain of her scratches. Her aggression fueled his own as he fucked her harder. He’d never taken a woman so roughly, but Jayne didn’t resist.
Instead she urged him on. Her legs tightened around his waist as she lifted her hips to his intense blows.
“More,” she demanded. Her first orgasm had waned, the second building steam. Her hands found his hair, yanking it hard enough to pull more than a few strands out.
Elias retreated from her body and flipped her onto her stomach. Jayne tried to lift up, her hand seeking his cock and a way to pull him back into her body.
He fought to capture her wrists, tightly pressing them together. Reaching toward the bedside table, he found handcuffs. Snapping them into place, he pushed her face to the mattress when she rose up, yelling at him to take her again.
Control was overrated. Elias had spent most of his life fighting to maintain power over his lovers, his own needs. He didn’t want it now. The animal lurking beneath his skin was finished hiding in the background.
He placed three hard smacks against Jayne’s ass, thinking it would ground her, calm her down. He’d been a fool.
“Harder,” she demanded.
He gave in to her wish, spanking until her ass flushed red. It didn’t dim her desire to be fucked at all. If anything, she was wilder than before.
Elias grabbed lubrication, placed the nozzle against her anus and squeezed. Tossing the tube aside, he worked the gel in with two fingers, then three. Unable to hold back any longer, he pressed his dick inside her ass.
Jayne stilled for a moment. Finally he’d found a way to tame the wildcat. Unfortunately the reins of his own control had slipped from his grasp.
Once he was fully lodged, he paused for a split second.
“Jayne?”
“Do it.”
The choice. He understood why she’d been afraid of losing herself, giving up her freedom to him. Silly woman didn’t realize the power had always been in her hands. It always would be. Because there was quite simply nothing he wouldn’t give her if she asked.
She was his life. His love. His Jayne.
He found his rhythm again, driving into her ass until he saw stars behind his closed eyelids.
“Fuck.” He couldn’t hold off any longer. Reaching around her waist, he found her clit and stroked. It was as if he’d pressed the trigger of a gun. Jayne’s back arched as she came and he followed her into the abyss.
Jayne lay still beneath him when he finally found the strength to pull away and release her from the cuffs. He dropped down on the mattress next to her and studied the peacefulness on her face. Her hair was matted to her forehead, her skin flushed, gleaming with sweat. She’d never looked lovelier.
Soon he’d have to rouse her and drag her to the shower. Then he’d take her upstairs to his bedroom.
After several moments, Jayne’s eyes drifted open. “God. Did I pass out again?”
He grinned. “Just call me Stud.”
She laughed breathlessly. “I’ll call you anything you want. Sir. Master. Elias. Anything.”
Elias brushed her hair away from her face, touched by her generous offer. “I love you, Jayne.”
A tear formed in the corner of her eye. “I love you too.”
Elias tugged her beneath him, caging her body as he kissed her. He clasped her face between his hands. “Tell me what you want. Your choice.”
Jayne wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.
“I want you to carry me to the shower, and then I want to make love in your bed, Elias.”
“As you wish.”
Jayne stood at the edge of the crowd of single women and rolled her eyes. The women were pushing and shoving, jostling for position. She spotted Elias standing near the groom’s cake—doughnut in hand—with Gabriel, Casey, Jarod and Marc. They were clearly laughing about how seriously some of these women were taking the tradition of catching the bouquet.
Sophie and Jordan stepped next to her.
“Wow. I had to get out of there for fear of being trampled to death.” Jordan was double-fisting—carrying two glasses of champagne.
“Why are you holding those drinks?” Sophie asked.
Jordan shrugged. “A couple of the girls asked me if I would.”
Jayne laughed. “Talk about giving the competition a handicap. How are you supposed to catch the bouquet with no hands?”
Jordan raised her eyebrow. “I have no desire to catch that silly bouquet. Casey and Gabriel would enjoy that far too much. They’re already pressuring me to make a permanent commitment.”
Jayne and Jordan had spent countless hours discussing the trickiness of Jordan’s situation. While Casey and Gabriel insisted it would all be fine, that she could marry Gabriel legally on paper and Casey in a more intimate, non-legitimate way, Jordan wasn’t in any hurry to change the status quo. Jayne suspected it would take her friend a bit longer to realize that both men were sincere in their love and their desire to spend forever with her. Lately that insecurity was lessening. Gabriel and Casey were wearing her down.
Jayne glanced at Sophie, who had pulled a compact out of her handbag and started re-pinning the strands that had escaped her updo during the dancing. Sophie caught her looking. “Don’t even look at me. Marc and I have only been together six months and that damn man still drives me insane. I need more time to break his spirit before I consider settling down.”
Jayne laughed. “Yeah right. I think the jury is out on who exactly is breaking whose spirit in your relationship.”
Jordan agreed. “They’re both stubborn as mules and the perfect match. There’s no one else on the planet who could live with either one of them. She’ll figure that out eventually.”
Jayne felt both of her friends turn their attention to her. “I’ve been with Elias less than a month. You don’t seriously think I’m going to make a play for that bouquet, do you?”
“That timeline is way off. Maybe you’ve only started doing the deed this month, but you two fell head over heels years ago. Truth is, you’re probably closer to tying the knot than me or Jordan.”
“Well, then I guess we’re all in trouble.” Jayne couldn’t deny the hope that her friends were right. She and Elias were still in the early days of their relationship, but the fact that their love had been born from a close friendship made it feel as if they’d been together much longer. Just this morning, Elias had mentioned how much he liked seeing her toothbrush in his bathroom.
She glanced across the room to find him looking at her. He winked then gestured at Stephanie.
She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw him mouth the words “Catch it.”
Her suspicion was confirmed when Sophie glanced from Elias to her, laughing. “Told you so. Something tells me your boyfriend isn’t going to be content with just dating for long.”
Before Jayne could reply, Stephanie took her place in front of the crowd, tossing the bouquet over her shoulder.
Jayne had to hand it to her friend; Stephanie’s aim was spot-on. She’d managed to clear the herd of women elbowing each other out of the way with ease. The bouquet came straight at her and Jayne raised her hands more in self-defense than to catch it.
Jordan and Sophie hugged her in congratulations, high-fiving Stephanie when she joined them.