BegMe (8 page)

“Take it off now, Tessa.” His voice was low, guttural.

Her body tightened, went liquid and pliant. Her pussy
heated, pulsed with need as his tone sent her nerve endings into overdrive.
Just when she’d been enjoying herself, he had to go and be all commanding on
her. Typical man. She was here to learn submission. Didn’t mean she couldn’t be
a little playful.

“Is that a command, Master?”

He nodded.

Deciding to tease him a little, she clasped the material at
her breasts and shrugged the heavy coat off her shoulders. As it dropped, she
released her grip, letting the coat fall into a pool at her feet. He slowly
raked his gaze over her body. His chest heaved. His nostrils flared. He liked
what he saw.

Her legs went weak. Her heart beat wildly against her rib
cage.

Yes.
This was what she wanted. She wanted him wild
for her, she wanted him to ache as much as she did. In some deep part of her
soul, she wanted to pay him back for making her wait.

He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her with a
predatory dark gleam in his eyes. The look sent fire through her body right
down to her clit. It throbbed in time to her heartbeat. Moisture began to
gather between her thighs. Her mouth went dry. Her nipples beaded.

“I told you not to wear anything except the coat.”

Defiant to the last, Tessa had picked out a red-and-black
jacquard, strapless corset that accentuated her curves. Not even at his command
would she go au naturel. She wasn’t willing to relinquish all her control.

The matching scrap of material that covered her pussy was
soaked through. The heady scent of musk filled her nostrils and she was sure he
could smell her desire, know she was turned on.

He rubbed his thumb across her exposed collarbone. “I like
this but next time, when I tell you not to wear something, don’t wear it.
Understood, slave?”

Before she could answer, Jared dipped his head and sampled
her skin with his lips. He sipped at her shoulder like it was a fine wine. His
kisses were like whispers. Tessa lost all rational thought. Whatever he wanted,
he could have.

“Understood, Master.”

Her body cried out for his. Her brain screamed at him to
kiss her, touch her, taste her, fuck her. She whimpered when he circled her and
banded one arm around her waist, pulling her ass against his heavy erection.

“Submit to me, Tessa. Please. Today. Now.”

He squeezed her breast, massaging the fleshy globe, rubbing
the heel of his hand over her nipple. It distended even more. The arm around
her waist moved lower and he cupped her pussy. She felt the heat of his palm
against her mound and she moaned.

Too much. It was all too much. She became a mass of aching,
tingling flesh. Her body warred with her emotions. Physically, she needed him.
Emotionally, she couldn’t submit. Not yet. It was too soon. Fear coiled inside
her, mingled with desire. How could you want someone so much and be afraid of
that need at the same time?

“Please, Jared. Please…”

A hand moved between her thighs, putting delicious pressure
on her pubic bone in the process.

Tessa rocked her hips against him. “Dominate me. Please,
Jared!”

He was relentless in his ministrations. He strummed her
pounding clit. She bit her lip, needing to come. He worried his thumb against
the tiny bud, circling it, pressing it against her pubic bone.

“Submit to me, Tessa. You know you want to. I can feel you
creaming all over my hand.”

“No.”

The delicious pressure became too much. The tingling in her
clit burst through her body. All her nerve endings spiked. She closed her eyes,
threw her head back against Jared’s shoulder and cried out.

“Jared!” Her muscles went rigid. Her skin was tender to
touch.

It had been so long since she’d had a man. The emotions
Jared unleashed made her want to weep. She’d never been so turned-on, so
aroused by someone’s touch.

He continued to rub her gently, the aftershocks sending tiny
bursts of pleasure into her system. She felt thoroughly sated.

His cock pressed against her thigh. His heat seeped into her
and she looked into his eyes. They burned with possession, threatening to drown
her with their intensity.

“Now the fun part begins.”

Fun? Hell, she’d thought that had been fun. What else did he
have planned?

Sweeping her up like she weighed nothing, Jared carried her
to a bondage table. Made of heavy oak, it looked like a medieval banquet table.
Laying her down face up, he fixed the stirrups in place, binding her hands and
feet.

She lay spread-eagle. Open to him, vulnerable. The doubt and
fear must have been evident in her eyes because he leaned forward and placed a
tender kiss on her lips.

“Trust me.” Moving away from her, he stood, looking down.
Lifting a hand to his nose, he sniffed. “God, I love the scent of your pussy.”
He licked his fingers and almost purred. “You taste as good as you look.”

Tessa swallowed. Her heart beat so fast it would surely give
her a heart attack. Her skin tingled, her body hyperaware of her surroundings.
The leather chafed at her joints, creating a frisson of pain. Blood roared in
her ears. Moisture slithered down her thighs. She’d never been so aware of her
body.

“Before we start, there are a few technical things we need
to get sorted.” He trailed his fingertips along her thigh.

He wanted to talk safety
now
? Tessa couldn’t believe
he’d tied her up, primed her engine and then wanted to talk. She gritted her
teeth and let out a growl of frustration. “Make it quick.” Just a little more
to the left and he’d be touching her pussy.

This drew a smile from Jared. “Patience, Tessa. Do you have
any limits, anything you would feel uncomfortable with?”

She only had one hard limit. “I don’t want to be shared with
anyone. Group sex is a no. As is having sex with other people while you watch.”
She didn’t know why, it just set her nerves on edge. She wasn’t ready for that.

He nodded. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He stroked
the tender skin on her thigh. “What’s your safeword?”

“Pandora.” Tessa had known he might ask. “Pandora is my
safeword.” She jerked against her restraints, trying to move his hand.

Jared cocked an eyebrow. “As in Pandora’s box?”

Tessa blushed. “Yeah. As in Pandora, who got curious and
opened the box, hence unleashing sin into the world.”

He reached her calf and caressed the muscle. “I can promise
you, the only sin we’ll be releasing is our own.”

His comment made them both laugh.

“Those are specially made restraints. One real, hard tug and
they will unbuckle.” He stared intently into her eyes. “You ready, Tessa?”

She lowered her gaze like a good little submissive. “I’m
ready.”

“Then we’ll begin.” Fisting a handful of his sweater, Jared
pulled the material up, over his head.

Tessa’s gazed dropped to his well-sculpted chest. She
drooled. It was impossible not to. The guy was buff, with a capital B. She’d
known from the first moment she laid eyes on him in the club he was ripped, but
this was something she’d been unprepared for.

His torso was chiseled, dusted lightly with crisp, dark
hair. Spreading halfway down his arm, across his left shoulder and onto his
chest, curled a dragon tattoo. The dragon looked vicious, with snarling teeth.
The colors were amazing. It showcased his torso to perfection. She wanted to
trace the contours with her tongue.

Oh yeah, if she got the chance, she had plans for the
tattoo.

“Like what you see, slave?” He didn’t wait for an answer.
“Good. I love that look on your face. I’m glad you find me attractive. It makes
my cock so fucking hard. You can’t wait to get your hands on me, can you?
Greedy little Tessa.”

Finding him attractive was the understatement of the year.
Tessa was mesmerized by him. He was hypnotic. She shivered. His eyes promised
untold amounts of pleasure.

He gripped her ankle. She expected him to caress her calf
like he’d done earlier. Instead he ran his fingertips over one of her heels,
fingering the lines of the instep, down to the pointed end of her toes then
back up, across and down the heel to the very tip of the stiletto.

“I should punish you for disobeying my command. You’d like
me to punish you, wouldn’t you, Tessa?” He flicked off her heel and ran a
fingertip quickly across the sole of her foot.

Tessa groaned and curled her toes. Even one small flick of
his fingers electrified her.

“How do you want me to punish you, slave?” Jared wrapped his
hand around her ankle and slowly, softly ran it up her calf, to her knee and
beyond. Up to her thigh.

She held her breath, waiting, praying for him to move
higher, to the ache in her pussy.

Wicked mischief danced in his green eyes. Standing before
her, he looked like the devil incarnate. “You think a good fuck is in order?
Think you could handle that punishment?” He fingered the edge of her thong.

“Yesssss.”

Her body burned for his. He spoke of punishment but his slow
ministrations were pure torture to her overly aroused body.

“No, I think we’ll leave that for another time.”

He moved his hand, leaving the ache and moving higher,
higher, toward her breasts. She watched him shift positions. He spread his legs
and leaned over her. Deftly, he started to unhook the eye clasps of her corset.

She sucked in a breath as he bared her breasts to the cool
air. Already aching and distended, her nipples beaded to the point of pain. His
eyes glistened, his tongue snaked out to touch the tip to his upper lip.

Swooping down like a vulture after a meal, he latched onto
one of her breasts. Taking the tender flesh into his warm, waiting mouth, Jared
suckled. She felt the suction right down to her toes.

She curled her fingers into fists and willed herself not to
break the bonds. What she really wanted to do was grip his luscious dark hair
and drag his mouth to hers. But this was a lesson in submission. She’d chosen
to be here, in this position, at his mercy.

It turned her on like crazy, knowing she was truly at his
mercy. Her body was his to command.

Tracing an intricate pattern, his tongue swirled around and
around her areola. At the same time, his hand roughly manipulated her other
breast. When he pulled back, he clasped the tight bud between his teeth and
tugged.

The stab of pain was bittersweet. No one had dared be so
rough, yet she enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it. Her pussy answered with a flow
of cream. He let the flesh go with a popping sound and it bounced back into
place.

“Oh my god!” Her nipple throbbed. It felt exquisite.

He laved the same attention on her other breast, and Tessa
gave herself over to sensation as his warm, wet tongue rasped across her heated
skin. Whatever he wished, she’d give. It was unlike anything she’d ever
experienced. Exciting, stimulating. Her body pulsed, became a quivering mass.
He could do anything to her and she was powerless to stop him.

The slight frisson of fear mixed with a heavy dose of desire
made her jerk against her restraints. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted to drag
him closer, demand his teeth on her skin. A large part of her reveled in the
loss of sexual control. Nothing existed for her except him.

Jared worked his way down her torso with his hands and
mouth, manipulating erogenous points she never knew existed. Almost reverently,
he ran a hand over her slightly rounded stomach. His teeth nipped at her hip
bones, gently at first then with more force. Nips she knew would leave a mark.

As he used more force, ribbons of pleasure cascaded through
her body. She had never understood how pain could be a pleasure but the
threshold between the two was a very thin line. Only a man like Jared could
understand that.

Reaching her panty line, he slipped his fingers beneath the
material, making room for his tongue to follow the same path. She felt his wet,
warm tongue caressing the top of her curls.

“Please. Please.” Tessa never begged for anything. Right now
it came naturally. She wanted him to move lower, to pull her panties aside and
thrust his tongue into her demanding pussy.

He laughed, and she felt the reverberations in her core. His
gaze met hers. “Is my slave anxious for me to fuck her?”

She had never seen anything so erotic as his gaze boring
into her. His tongue snaked out and licked her clit. She watched every
movement, every subtle sweep of his tongue, feeling it deep inside. That look
made her pussy clench, tighten, release a rush of moisture into his mouth. Her
clit swelled.

When he sat up, ceasing all contact, she wanted to scream in
frustration. He really was punishing her.

His gaze dropped to her thong and darkened. He let out a low
growl. His feral tone thrilled her.

“This has got to go.” Fisting the scrap of material, he
ripped.

She heard the elastic snap. “Jared!”

His eyes burned with an overwhelming intensity. Despite the
need there, he remained outwardly calm. His commanding aura never faltered yet
her resistance to submission crumbled with every passing second. Being in someone
else’s control was a heady aphrodisiac, one she didn’t want to fight anymore.

“Master. I’m your Master.” He delved between her thighs,
lapping at her pussy like she was the finest ambrosia. He flattened his tongue
to make long, lascivious strokes.

Tessa whimpered, she squeezed her eyes closed and lifted her
hips, hoping to release some of the wild tension. She concentrated all her
thoughts on one place—her pussy. Nothing mattered except the feel of his
tongue.

He moaned against her, the vibrations playing against her
clit like a well-strung violin.

“More!”

Parting her slick folds with forefinger and thumb, he
touched the tip of his tongue to the hardened nub of nerve endings. He pushed
one finger inside her sopping wet opening, adding the friction she needed.
Jared found a devastating rhythm of fingers and tongue that shattered her every
emotion.