Dane's Restraint (6 page)

But it wasn’t just the sex. A niggling in her brain warned she was in for trouble. That niggling told her that her heart was trying to intervene, and the heart always led to lots and lots of strings.

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Dane finished riding the ranch’s perimeter and checked his watch. Noon. Almost six hours since he’d crawled out of Sara’s bed. He’d hated leaving her, naked, beautiful. His dick throbbed with need just thinking about it.

He’d told her he was willing to help her with a weekend fling, but the weekend wasn’t long enough to teach her everything he wanted to. Or to get his fill. She’d captured his attention and he wanted more. Yet he’d promised no strings.

The thought of Sunday made him frown. Would she just walk away, only acknowledge him with a curt nod when they saw each other in town? Despite what her asshole ex thought, she was a hot-blooded woman with a very passionate soul. He wouldn’t be able to act like they’d never been together if he saw her in the grocery store.

Hell, if he saw her in the produce section, checking out cucumbers, he’d probably want to fuck her with the damn vegetable. And then do her himself.

He shook the thoughts from his head and settled Blaze in the corral, then ran back to the house for a shower and change of clothes. He couldn’t get done fast enough. The eagerness to see Sara did not bode well for his man card. Surely his brothers would demand he turn it in.

Then again, after the way Dustin drooled after Shannon, and Deke and Dillon were preoccupied with Charissa and Jessie…Dane huffed out a laugh. No, his older brothers were in no position to demand
his
man card.

He jogged up the steps to Sara’s cabin. Hand poised to knock, he heard a thump from inside then a muffled curse. More bangs, then, “Sonofabitch. What the hell’s he got in that box?”

A grin curved his lips, and he dismissed knocking and just walked in. He found Sara sitting on the floor beside the bed, his box of toys open and the contents strewn out before her. The scent of honeysuckle wafted into his nostrils. Her face was scrubbed clean, and her mahogany hair hung down her back in shower-fresh ringlets. Denim shorts and a baby blue tank top accented her shapely curves. Damn, she was beautiful.

Her hazel eyes wide, she met his gaze. “What were you planning to do with all this…stuff?”

Right, like she had no idea what to do with a dildo or handcuffs? Okay, so she probably wasn’t used to seeing ball gags or anal plugs, and she wouldn’t know about the clamps because those were his creation, but he would have fun teaching her. He moved closer to the bed and opened the nightstand drawer.

Withdrawing her flesh-colored vibrator, he held it up. “The same thing you do with this.”

Her cheeks colored and her lower lip stuck out in a slight pout. He took her hand and tugged her to her feet. Bending, he brushed his mouth across hers, tasting cherry lip balm.

“Hi,” she breathed when he stepped back.

Dane trailed a finger down the curve of her cheek. His heart pounded so hard he couldn’t speak. Fuck. He was out of his comfort zone, but he couldn’t stop himself from sliding his arms around her waist and drawing her into his embrace. He rested his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. He may only have the weekend but he planned to make the most of it.

She leaned back to stare into his face. “Is everything okay?”

He dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Never better.” He reached down for a ball gag and plug. “We’re going to be adventurous tonight. But first, I want you to touch me.” Dane directed her hand to his erection, holding her hand against his jeans.

The corners of her mouth tipped up in a sexy grin, and she reached for his zipper. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she popped open his button and unzipped his jeans. Her hands stole inside his boxer briefs and in one tug had both garments around his ankles. Fingers curled around his dick and squeezed. Dane closed his eyes for a brief second, soaking in the feel of her pumping him. Heat spiraled through his stomach. No way was he going to blow now.

Backing out of her grasp, he unfastened her shorts and helped her step out of them. Sara’s sweet pussy was framed by a scrap of lacy thong. His mouth watered.

“You trust me, right? Know that I wouldn’t hurt you?” Cupping her mound, he slipped one finger under the lace, tracing her hot, wet slit. Dane wanted to fuck her so badly, but he had to establish boundaries, open a line of communication first. Especially with what he had planned.

Her lids shuttered, her lips parted on a sigh, and she nodded.

“Good.” He captured her mouth in a kiss, his tongue easing past her lips to tangle with hers. He plundered her mouth until they both gasped for air, never taking his finger out of her but not moving.

Finally, he released her and picked up the doorframe clamps with attached leather restraints.

Her eyes widened with a touch of fear. “What is that?”

He placed a finger over her lips. “Shh. No talking unless I ask you a direct question. All you need to know is that I’m not going to hurt you. This is as much for your pleasure as it is mine. And remember, you can always use your safeword.”

“Cucumber. Right.” She swallowed, her throat constricting with the movement.

He gave her a reassuring smile and walked to the door leading into the bathroom. He attached the first set of clamps to the top of the frame and the second set to the bottom. When he turned back, he saw her standing at the end of the bed, her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

“Sara,” he said, his tone gentle. He crossed the room and cupped her elbows. “I see you’re still concerned. What’s going through your mind?”

Again, she swallowed, looking at the restraints and then back at him. “I’ve never done this before.”

He took her in his arms. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not,” she protested, shaking her head against his chest. Then her arms wrapped around him, and she pressed more fully into him. “Will I get to do the same to you?”

The idea of being totally at the mercy of this beautiful woman was almost more than he could take. “You first then we’ll see.” He dropped a kiss on her full lips then said, “For now though, let me state some ground rules. Remember, there’s no talking unless I ask you a question and require an answer. Speak and you will be spanked. I will push your limits of pleasure, probably beyond where they’ve ever been pushed. Even so, I don’t want you to come until I tell you to. I will take pleasure in your pleasure.

“If at any time you’re in true pain or feel that you’re in danger, say your safeword. But be sure that you truly wish to stop what we’re doing before you say it. False alarms won’t be fun for either of us. Do you understand? If so, nod.”

She nodded, dropped her arms, and met his gaze. She smiled, the effect zinging straight to his heart.

“Good. Remove your shirt.”

In one quick motion, she obeyed. Standing before him in only the lace thong, she was stunning. He cupped her breasts and lifted them.

“Spectacular,” he praised and dropped kisses on the bare nipples. “Now move to the doorway and face the bedroom.”

Head held high, she strode to the door and took her position. He loved her confidence and hoped when she submitted to him that she didn’t lose her spirit in the process.

First, he secured her wrists with the fleece restraints, adjusting the straps so her arms were above her head. Hooking his thumbs in the material, he took his time sliding her thong down her legs and helped her step out of it. Then he knelt and shackled her ankles. When he was finished, she stood spread-eagle in the doorway. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue on her clit. She moaned, and he had to force himself to retreat.

It’s not time for you to have that much pleasure, baby. Soon though.

He retrieved the ball gag and two different sized anal plugs from the box, along with a tube of lubricant. He stalked toward her, his heart tripping in anticipation and his cock already stiff. He hoped she was ready for this.

Dane kissed her again, then ducked under her arm to stand behind her. He put the ball gag on a towel on the floor between her feet and dropped to his knees, her ass at eye level. She twisted to watch him, and he smacked her ass. She bit her lip.

“Face forward. Don’t watch, just feel.”

“What are you doing?” Her tone didn’t hold fear just wary curiosity.

He slapped her left ass cheek. “No talking. Don’t worry about what I’m doing because you’ll find out shortly. Just enjoy the sensation.”

He slipped a hand between her legs, two fingers entering her sopping pussy. His thumb pressed on her clit, circling the bud. As he wanted, her hips jutted backward into his touch. His fingers retracted and, using her own juices as lubricant, entered her anus with one.

The rosette stretched around the pistoning digit. After a few seconds he added the second finger. Juices trickled down her inner thigh. Dane leaned forward and licked the fluid from her thigh. Sara gasped.

“Feel good, baby? That’s just a taste of what you’ll get today.” Once again, he withdrew his fingers and she whimpered.

“God, you’re such a tease,” she whispered, a shiver shaking her slender frame.

He spanked the other side of her ass. “By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

He squeezed lube onto the plug and made sure it was fully coated. Touching her hip, he said, “Push your hips toward me.”

“What? Why?” She kept facing forward, though he knew she was dying to turn around.

“Don’t question me,” he ordered and spanked her again. “Do it.”

Sara did as he asked. He had no idea how hard giving over control was for her. She’d spent her life being in charge, charting her own course, not cowing to anyone. But this man made it seem so easy to just let go and trust. True, she could put a stop to his actions with one word but why? At this moment, if he asked, she’d happily jump over the moon.

He spread her cheeks, smoothed a drop of lube around her rosette, and pushed his finger through the ring of muscle. Her anus stretched to accommodate him as he stroked the digit in and out, using his thumb to toy with the slit of her pussy.

He took time to shower attention on every square inch, skilled, teasing. Each caress of her anus lit a fire in her pussy. God, she loved his touch. He inserted a second finger, stretching her even more. She tried not to make a sound. She didn’t want to be gagged. But she wanted to encourage him, beg him to fuck her, lick her, anything to make her come.

He withdrew his fingers and immediately she felt empty and disappointed.
Don’t stop¸
she wanted to plead.
Then he touched the butt plug to her hole. At first all she felt was the cool lubricant and then the expansion of muscle as the plug invaded her ass. Wider than his two fingers, the plug filled her with a slight burn as the bulb fitted into her, then relief when her rosette slipped to the lip of the two-inch plug.

She hissed out a breath but otherwise didn’t speak. Dane nipped her ass cheek, then trailed his tongue up her backside to lick the curve of her waist. He rose and continued licking up her spine, then kissed the nape of her neck. Goosebumps broke out all over her flesh, and her nipples pebbled in anticipation. She was not a patient person by any means, and he was killing her slowly.

Again, Dane ducked under her arm and stood in front of her.

He cupped her breasts, testing their weight in his palms, and pinched her nipples. Taking his time, he allowed his gaze to trail over the rest of her. Her eyes were glossy with desire, her lips slightly swollen and pouty. Perfect breasts rose and fell with each quick breath. Dark hair curled in a sexy mess around her face. His dick ached, straining toward her. He could take her now and leave her wanting.

But no, she needed the full effect. He had to be fair to her, show her he valued her and her pleasure. This wasn’t just for him, but he sure as hell was going to enjoy teasing her into submission.

“If you can stay quiet, I won’t use the ball. But if you start making too much noise, I’m going to gag you. Understand?”

She nodded, and again he pinched her nipples.

“Good girl.” He took a step toward her, until the tip of his cock touched her clit. One small thrust of his hips, and he rubbed against the sensitive nub. It took every ounce of his self-control to not bury himself to the hilt in her sweet pussy. “Now I can do anything I want with this hot body.”

Dane flattened a hand against her stomach and trailed down the flat plane to her hips. He bent at the knees and drew one nipple into his mouth. He sucked and she moaned, trying to arch into him. Repeating his earlier action, he licked a path down her torso, swirling around her belly button then knelt before her.

Using two fingers, he spread her pussy lips and nibbled her clit. Teeth scraped against the skin, and his tongue dipped into her slit to taste her musky juice. Her hips pumped against his face, and he didn’t relent. Sucking hard on her clit, he waited for the soft cry to escape her lips before he stopped.

She looked down at his cock and licked her lips. His heart raced. “You want some of this?”

His fingers wrapped around his erection and gave a few pumps. Her gaze locked on the motion, her mouth falling into a sexy O. Her hands twitched as if she wanted to be the one touching him. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait. Shit, he needed a breather.

Leaving her, he went back to the box of toys and took out a twelve-inch vibrator.

Sara couldn’t believe he’d just walked away. Fire consumed every inch of her skin, leaving her tingling with need. She didn’t know how much more teasing she could take without spontaneously combusting. She wanted to beg him to let her come, even if it meant being spanked. Hell, one good swat on her ass would most like send her over the edge.

When he walked back to her, her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were dark with desire, his sexy lips curved in a predatory grin. Her pussy dripped in anticipation. He turned the toy on, the buzzing prickling her ears.

With the tip, he touched the curve of her neck, then moved along her shoulder and across her breasts, lingering on each nipple. Sara leaned her head back, arching as much as the restraints allowed, offering herself to him.