Daring Time (36 page)

"That's right. Suck it good and hard, witch."

Hope did what he asked, focusing all of her being on Ryan's pleasure. How many times had he done the same for her so unselfishly? He took a small step closer to her, one foot next to her knee and began to buck his hips, plunging the first half of his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly. It was a bit of a challenge to keep up with his rate while her mouth strained to contain his thick flesh, but she loved his grunts of excitement as he thrust with increasing excitement. His hands curled into fists in her hair. He lowered one hand and fisted the root of his cock, moving it up and down on the shaft at the same rhythm he pumped into her mouth.

He groaned like a tortured animal and pressed back further than he'd done so far. Hope's eyes widened as she felt his penis swell in her mouth. His fist pumped ruthlessly and his hand tightened on her head.

He growled, deep and guttural, and his seed began to erupt into her mouth. Hope instinctively ducked back at the sensation of all that coiled power being released. Even in the midst of obviously intense pleasure he gave a little in his hold, letting her move him back to a position on her tongue where she could comfortably tighten around his spasming member and swallow his abundant emissions.

Her eyelids closed as she focused on the exquisite sensation ... on his familiar taste. A stretched, sublime moment passed while she suckled Ryan's most sensitive flesh and his big body convulsed in pleasure.

"Hope."

She opened her eyelids heavily after an undetermined period of time and tilted her head back as best she could with her mouth so full of thick male flesh. Ryan stared down at her with fiery eyes. His penis slipped slightly in her clamping lips as she looked up.

She sucked to bring him back into place.

His lips thinned and his penis jerked in her mouth. Despite her murmur of protest he spread his hand along her jaw gently, holding her in place while he withdrew from her mouth. He leaned down and grabbed her elbows, drawing her up. She felt his powerful muscles flex. Instead of just pulling her onto her feet, he lifted her off them. Hope moaned in sheer ecstasy when he covered her mouth and gave her a blistering hot kiss.

One of her shoes slipped off her foot and fell some ten inches to the floor but Hope hardly noticed, so caught up was she in the heaven of being held against the hard planes of Ryan's body and being consumed by his kiss.

They both came up for air a while later. Hope panted against his lips like she'd just run up and down the grand staircase a dozen times.

"What am I going to do with you, Hope?"

Her lungs burned in her chest when she saw the way he stared at her lips as he spoke. A little cry of wonder vibrated in her throat when she realized that although he'd just experienced a powerful sexual release, he was still nearly as tense and hungry as he had been when they'd stood in the entry hall earlier.

"You could just love me, Ryan."

She bit her lip, already regretting her impulsive statement when his gaze leapt to meet hers. He slowly slid her down the length of her body. She couldn't read his expression as he cupped her jaw and lightly skimmed the pad of his thumb over her cheek. It surprised her when she saw his firm lips curl slightly into a smile. His palm curled around her bottom and molded her still tingling flesh.

"Actually, I was referring to things in a more practical manner. I'm trying to think of a way to get rid of this itch that won't go away. I'm going to have you again; I was just trying to think of how .. ."

Hope's eyes widened when he seemed to come to a decision and released her in order to kick his pants and underwear off his feet.

"Come here," he said, reaching for her hand. She tried not to stare but she couldn't seem to unglue her eyes from the bottom curve of his taut, muscular buttocks beneath his shirt as he pulled her over to the bottom of the bed. That was why he could thrust into her with so much strength—because of those big, powerful muscles in his thighs and buttocks.

When he turned it was equally mesmerizing to see the long, still stiff spear of flesh that jutted out from the bottom of his dress shirt.

He must have noticed where she was staring because a smile ghosted his lips.

"Bend over and put your hands on the top rail," he told her steadily. "I'm going to restrain you. God knows I need the evidence that I'll be able to control you in at least
one
area of our lives."

TWENTY-EIGHT

Ryan waited tensely, wondering how Hope would respond to his statement. It pleased him when she slowly leaned over the brass bedstead, but her quick, scolding look gratified him almost as much. He turned and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt while he scanned the large bedroom for the box he wanted.

"My father and I don't believe that men should try and control women," Hope told him as he ripped open the tape sealing the cardboard box.

"Hmmm," Ryan responded distractedly as he riffled through the various sex toys he'd acquired over the years. He found what he was looking for and whipped his shirt over his shoulders before he retrieved the items.

She still was bent over the bedstead, but she'd twisted her face around on her shoulder to watch him as he approached, her gleaming, dark curls falling in her face. He saw her eyes widen when she saw the spreader bar.

"Is ... is that all you're going to say?" she demanded, her voice a little higher than usual.

He set the bar and the ankle restraints on the bed and picked up a pair of padded wrist cuffs. He quickly buckled it around Hope's wrist and then used a hook to fasten the cuff around one of the vertical brass posts.

"About the fact that you and your father don't believe that men should try and control women?" he asked as he went around her and did the same to her other hand. She continued to rest her hands on the top rail of the bed, but she was restrained to it now.

"Yes."

Ryan grabbed the ankle restraints and spreader bar and knelt at her feet. He pulled on her slender ankle, placing it where he wanted it. He smoothed his palm down her calf, wondering again at the softness of her skin before he buckled the ankle cuff.

"I seem to recall a very wise, brave woman once telling me that ladies should feel free to please their lovers in whatever way they feel comfortable." He looked up at her when he'd buckled the other cuff around her ankle. "Are you trying to tell me that you aren't comfortable giving me control over your pleasure in the bedroom?"

Her already flushed, dewy-looking cheeks colored deeply. "I. .. I trust you, Ryan."

"Good," he murmured as he knelt behind her. He stared up at the jaw-dropping sight of Hope's plump ass. It was noticeably pink in comparison to her shapely, white thighs due to her spanking. Her dark pink, swollen sex lips glistened with moisture.

His cock tugged impatiently as he encircled her leg just above her right ankle restraint and slid her stocking-covered foot along the wood floor, holding her steady so she didn't fall. He instantly felt the tension in her muscles as he spread her very wide.

"Ryan ..."

"Shhhh," he soothed. "I know it's hard for you to open yourself for me ... to have me look my fill. . . lick it." He looked into her sweat-dampened face and sensed her profound arousal, making his cock throb with a dull ache. "But it would give me so much pleasure to have you at my mercy, witch."

She licked her upper lip nervously. "All ... all right."

He smiled and transferred his gaze to the intoxicating sight of her opened, damp flower, the petals spread wide. He salivated at the veritable feast before him. Deciding that he had her about at the right height for what he intended, he attached one end of the spreader bar to her ankle. He adjusted the length to fit the distance to her other foot by sliding the inner bar out of the outer and then screwing the release at the end to tighten it at the length he wanted. When he'd attached the bar to both of her ankles, it became impossible for her to close her legs.

He stood and lifted one of his heavy boxes of books, sliding it until the bottom corner fit snugly along the outside of her foot. He did the same to her other foot. When he finished he noticed she was staring at him like she thought he'd gone nuts.

"It'll keep you secure," he explained as he reached out to caress her round bottom. "The bar will prevent you from closing your legs but the boxes will stop you from slipping on your hose and pulling a muscle."

"Oh," she whispered. His cock batted up at her wide-eyed expression of mixed arousal and trepidation. Her mouth looked puffy and red. The thought of plunging his cock between those luscious lips caused his cock to lurch up again in_ mounting excitement.

She wasn't used to giving head and he'd tried to go gently on her, but his excitement had been unprecedented—as her swollen lips testified.

"Are you ready for me to eat your pussy now?"

She bit her lower bee-stung lip and nodded.

He needed to do this—to control her, to somehow manage the almost unbearable emotion that frothed inside him ever since he'd realized it was her that Jim Donahue used to shield his body.

He needed to control himself.

Something primal pulled at him ... a feeling that made him feel prickly and restless and combustible, like he was going to burst out of his own skin. He'd soothed the beast for all of about ten seconds after he exploded in Hope's sweet, suckling mouth.

But now it reared its head again, more demanding and fierce than ever.

He grasped her shoulders and explained that he wanted her to slide the hooks on her wrist restraints down the posts of the bed until she could rest her hands on the mattress comfortably. He guided her down until her hands were braced on the mattress. Her spanked ass and swollen pussy stuck up further than any part of her body now.

The stab of lust that shot through his cock caused him to squeeze just below the head briefly, trying to alleviate the pressure. He went to his knees behind her and sat back on his haunches. She whimpered when he placed his hands on her soft, firm bottom and separated the cheeks even further.

He could understand why.

He didn't think he'd ever had a woman spread this wide for his unrestrained consumption.

She was
his,
he thought as he leaned forward and inhaled the scent of her arousal. He detailed the delicate, pretty, slick folds of her pussy and the tiny rosette of her rectum.

Hope was all his.

He swiped his tongue once over her labia, pressing just enough to part the folds slightly and flick across her clit. She hopped and made a muffled choking sound. He knew she'd squirm, restraints or no. It was in her nature. So he tightened his hold on her ass, tilted his head and opened his mouth. When he closed over her and agitated with his tongue, her juices flooded his mouth. He grunted in pleasure.

Yeah.
Hope tied up, spread wide and at his mercy, her firm flesh squirming in his hands and her honey flowing down his throat.

This would go a long way to soothe the beast.

Hope blinked the sweat out of her eyes and stared blindly at the head of the brass bed.

Ryan continued to eat her pussy with a strength and determination that was unabated, despite the fact that he'd made her come three times now. The convulsions that had shuddered through her body during her most recent climax had quieted, to tiny spasms that zinged through her flesh whether he playfully slicked his tongue over her clit or rubbed it good and hard. The electrical pulsations had been going on now for several minutes. It felt like she was having a continuous, low-grade orgasm. Her muscles bunched and trembled. Her nerves quaked at every caress.

But that didn't stop Ryan. No, he just continued to torture her super-sensitized flesh. Lord help her. She tightly fisted the bedspread once again. Didn't he know how hard this was for her? How untenably forbidden it felt to be spread so decadently wide for him while he built her desire only to consume it so hungrily again and again? He stretched her so tightly on a rack of sensual pleasure she thought she'd snap from the tension.

She moaned loudly when he sent his tongue deep into her slit and vibrated her. It felt so good, but she burned like she was at the center of a fiery star. She
burned
when what she needed was to
explode
into a million pieces again.

Oh
God,
did she need that.

She pressed back against his tongue, desperate.

"Please, Ryan . . . Please,
please.'"

She hadn't realized she'd been begging him out loud until he raised his head, depriving her. She wailed in protest at this new form of torture.

"What do you want, honey?" he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

"I want to come .. . like before."

He stroked her bottom and hip soothingly. "Does it feel like you can't come big because you're so sensitive that you keep coming small?"

Hope looked over her shoulder incredulously, although she really couldn't make him out because of the angle and her wildly mussed hair. "How did you know that? Wait—don't tell me," she muttered, suddenly thinking of Gail talking about Jenny Martin being addicted to having Ryan make love to her.

She'd scratch Jenny Martin's eyes out if she as much as batted her eyelids at Ryan, but Hope had to admit, the woman told the bald truth.

She suddenly realized that Ryan was unbuckling the ankle restraints.

"What. .. what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, none too keen on the idea of his God-gifted tongue moving farther and farther away from her throbbing pussy.

"I've released your feet. You can move them in now some, if you want."

She did what he suggested, grimacing slightly at how sore her muscles had become fixed in place for so long with her thighs stretched wide. She peered around, trying to see Ryan.

"I'm going to fuck you," he explained. "Besides the fact that I'll spontaneously combust if I keep eating your sweet little cunt, you need a cock in your pussy to send you over the edge."

Hope blinked at his coarse language, although in truth it didn't offend her. She was becoming increasingly used to Ryan's blunt-ness during sex ... increasingly aroused by it.