Frozen in place, Lyssa fought to still the moan trembling on her lips when his fingertips skimmed along the edge of her skirt. The heat of his touch taunted her nipples until they ached for the return of his attention. When he stepped closer, she couldn’t keep from arching into him. The heat between her thighs intensified at the feel of silk against leather. She’d recognized the full-sleeved shirt and black leather pants he’d changed into earlier as the same ones he’d worn at her sister’s collaring ceremony. Instead of the round-toed boots he’d worn during the ceremony, though, tonight Mike was barefoot like her.
“Hold out your hands, princess.” His breath warmed her throat as his lips nibbled at the sensitive curve.
The scrape of leather against fabric as he leaned around her to collect the cuffs seemed much louder with her eyes covered. The
click
of the cameras continued to go off in a rhythmic pattern.
One. Two. Three. Four
. She’d never dealt with the overwhelming sensory shift a blindfold created. The sounds and scents around her heightened the longer her eyes remained covered. Even the simple act of turning to face him held an element of mystery since she could never be sure she actually faced him.
The cuffs slipped over her wrists, and the rattle of the buckles overwhelmed the near silence in the studio. A pulse of anticipation startled her. “The magazine isn’t looking for porn shots, Mike,” she taunted, desperate to regain a modicum of will.
“Remember your place, princess,” Mike replied as he moved away from her.
“My place?” Lyssa snorted. She lifted her hands toward the blindfold. The temptation to play along with his game frightened her. Nerves jangled as the level of excitement climbed inside her.
“Don’t move.” His tone held the same power he’d exuded every night since the Club.
Lyssa fought the urge to submit further and instead ignored his tone and command. Turning back toward the bed, she began to fumble with the silk. A firm swat on her butt stilled her movements. Lyssa kept her hands raised, fingers trembling on the knot, ready to be free of the silk covering her eyes. “What was that for?” Excitement thickened her voice, and the crease between her thighs grew slick with her cream. Her craving to please him grew.
Mike ignored her question. “Testing me?”
“No.”
“Then don’t move.” Mike’s hands settled over hers. Instead of shifting them to her sides, he eased her hands higher over her head. “Perhaps you need a reminder of who your master is?”
The slick heat between her thighs increased. “I thought you were playing a dragon?”
Mike kept quiet. Lyssa cocked her head to the side at the rattle of metal on metal. A brief tug on her arms confirmed her suspicions that Mike had somehow secured her cuffs near to the top of the bedpost. He stepped away as soon as he finished and moved far enough that she couldn’t detect his exact location based on the warmth of his body.
The soft click of one of the cameras recalled her to why she’d agreed to pose in the first place. “Are these photos really necessary? Don’t you have enough by now?”
Somewhere to the side of her, she detected the rasp of fabric over flesh. Was he taking his shirt off? The sound of leather didn’t make that swishy, whispery sound. She listened again, but it was gone.
“I’ll share them with you, pet.”
She undulated close and stroked her body against his, teasing the thick bulge of his cock as it strained to be free of the leather confining it.
The feel of his head lowered near hers allowed her lips to find the edge of his jaw and press kisses along it.
Despite the heavy bulge nudging her belly, Mike held steady. His fingers smoothed along the clear band that secured the bodice before he released it and slid his hands beneath the soft cups to caress her breasts. “Dragons like to play with their sacrifices, princess.”
She stiffened slightly beneath the caress of his fingers. The whir of the cameras was audible over her increased breath. Her heartbeat sped up as the drape of fabric was lifted over her head, and the crossed bodice lowered, revealing her breasts. The rough skin on his palms and fingers rasped over nipples that strained for attention. She trembled at the rasp of his tongue, first over one nipple, then the other. Heat simmered at the apex of her thighs. She squeezed them together to still the ache. “Sacrifice?” she croaked.
Mike chuckled. “I spotted you. Way up in your tower, princess. First time I laid eyes on you I couldn’t wait to get my hands on your sweet ass.”
“But—”
His mouth whispered against hers. “Exactly. Yours is so nice and round and full, Highness. Just perfect for spanking—or fucking. And you do like to be spanked.”
Lyssa wasn’t sure how to respond. She hesitated, then returned his kiss.
Mike nipped her bottom lip with his teeth. “Princess?”
She sighed. “Yes. I like when you spank me.”
“I’m glad you enjoy it. Perhaps if you’re a very good captive, I’ll warm your backside.”
“You won’t spank me now?” Lyssa flinched at the disappointment in her voice.
With the blindfold over her eyes, she couldn’t see a thing, but the amusement she heard in his voice assured her a smile probably lifted his lips. “No, not now.” Mike found the hooks that held the skirt in place. Loosening them, he eased the dress over her hips and helped her step out of it. She heard it land on fabric, so Lyssa hoped he’d tossed the dress onto one of the nearby chairs. Her legs wobbled as his fingers inspected the plump lips of her pussy.
“Hmm, no panties, princess?”
“The dress doesn’t allow for them.”
“Or perhaps you hoped this dragon would be distracted by how wet you are?”
He smoothed one hand over her ass while the other drifted to her wet crease. The insides of her thighs were coated in her juices; she could feel it.
“You weren’t serious, were you? I mean about…you know, my butt?” Lyssa croaked even as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and arched closer.
Mike paused, and the hand occupied with cataloguing the contours of her ass eased between her cheeks to tease his fingers over her anus. “Mmm. Yes.” His mouth covered hers, coaxing her lips to part and her tongue to twine with his. Long minutes later, he released her and moved his mouth to her throat.
“I’ve never—I haven’t—” She stumbled, unsure what to say.
“I know. A sweet virgin sacrifice for this dragon.” He leaned forward, rubbed his nose against hers, and then nuzzled along her cheek and jaw. “You’ll love it, princess. The pain blends with the pleasure. Like the sting of the paddle on your bum.”
Even as he pulled back, her mind whirled at the idea, the imagined painful pinch. Determined to retain control, she took a deep breath and nodded. “What do I have to do?” she asked.
“Relax, but don’t come,” Mike commanded.
“Don’t come?” She heard several beeps but couldn’t figure out what they meant.
“Correct. No matter what I do or how much you want to. You aren’t allowed to climax.”
She flexed her fingers around the post, and braced her feet, toes curled into the soft rug covering the polished wood flooring. “For how long?” She could do this.
“Until I give you permission.”
“And if I can’t handle it? If I need to climax?”
“Stop yourself, Highness. You did well last weekend; you can do it again.” Mike cupped her breasts, fondling the warm curves and plucking at the erect centers.
“Wha-what about our safe word?”
“If you think you can’t hold out, use it.”
He took his time to explore the soft mounds filling his hands.
A drawn-out moan was her only response as Mike settled his mouth over her breast and sucked the firm nipple inside. It felt so good. The way his mouth suckled at the taut peak, his teeth nibbled on the sensitive tip, his tongue pushed it up so it rubbed against the ridged roof of his mouth. Between the fingers of his other hand, he pinched and tugged her other nipple. Lyssa couldn’t hold back her husky moans or keep from arching against him.
She shifted beneath his touch, undulated closer, rocking her hips forward to brush the thick jut of his erection. Releasing her nipple, he moved his hand from her bottom to her hip. “Stay still, princess.”
“You didn’t say anything about—”
The swift thrust of his fingers into her wet sheath sent her up onto her tiptoes with a gasp. “Dragons like to savor their meals. Play with their food.” He worked his fingers deeper, pressed past clenched muscles and slick walls. His thumb coaxed the hood from her clit and teased the sensitive bud. “We take this at my pace. Slow and easy. Or I do it hard. And fast. Again and again.”
His lips brushed hers, and his teeth nipped her lower lip before licking away the sting. The whimper she gave as he removed his fingers from her warm body pulsed over his lips, sending embarrassed heat into Lyssa’s cheeks. She needed to stop the emotions. Stop her slipping control. Beat back the submissive taking over her body, her mind.
Lyssa shook her head. She drew her breath in with slow, deliberate care as she eased away from him and rested her back along the post of the bed. “Whatever pleases you, Master,” she conceded reluctantly but noted the frisson of energy her use of his title sent through his body.
Lyssa tightened her fingers around the chains securing her to the post. She clenched her teeth and fought the moan in her chest. She stifled the cries when the slide of cool metal encircled one nipple and tightened before a second ring surrounded her other nipple. The chilly caress and weight of the pearls strung between the clamps vibrated with the heavy beat of her heart.
The sensations built one upon another as Mike worked his way down the front of her body. The brush of his lips, the nip of his teeth, the way he traced the dip of her navel before going lower sent fire flickering through her veins. Four years ago, she’d considered the way he could play her body an aberration, but after the last week, she’d revised that opinion. Now she knew he had to be part incubus. The things he could make her feel, the way he fed off her building need, and the explosive climaxes reinforced his almost demonic ability to read her mind.
Her breath grew short as the need to come twisted in her womb. The fire and heat climbed as his fingers parted her labia and played at the entrance to her body. She pressed her head against the post at the rough scrape of his tongue over her clit. Her thighs quivered at the strain to keep from wrapping them around his shoulders and tugging him into her. And his fingers. Damn those fingers. Tickling the wet lips, sliding through the thick cream coating her pussy and thighs before sneaking into the crease between her cheeks and rubbing along the puckered rose of her ass.
How many times had she teased Mattie about anal sex being kinky? And here she was desperate, biting her lip to keep from begging Mike to push his finger inside. On the verge of coming, Lyssa held her breath, her body stiff as she forced the need down.
Count. Breath. Visualize the careful construction of a pattern for one of your designs
. Lyssa used any and every method she knew to combat the wave of climax rushing toward her.
Then he stopped. His hands slid away from her skin, and his mouth pressed a soft kiss to the throbbing nubbin before his heat disappeared.
Breath shuddered into her lungs, the tension seeped from her limbs, and the pounding desire stumbled to a confused buzz. A moan swelled and exited her lips as a mixture of groan and sob. It was clear he had more in mind for her than an introduction to a butt plug. If she read the situation correctly, Mike was also using this as an opportunity to help her learn discipline over her body’s need to climax. She bit her lip as another wave of sensation buffeted her.
Cellophane ripped. Lyssa’s heart thumped against her ribs. At the whisper of rubber covering skin, the strand of pearls swayed over her sternum, tugging at her swollen peaks. If he was putting a condom on, Mike certainly intended to fuck her.
The
pop
of a cap sounded behind her, drawing Lyssa’s attention, and caused her to turn her head. The temptation to rub the blindfold off was difficult to suppress, but she refrained. Something within her whispered encouragements, assured her that whatever Mike planned would bring pleasure, just as everything he’d done since Halloween had only resulted in bliss.
But the devil within her sneered at the sensations filling her. It took the momentary consideration she gave to submission as a personal affront to the power she’d established over the years. The
click
of the cameras recorded her behavior and only added salt to the wound.
“Giving up?” Lyssa wasn’t sure if her question was meant to goad Mike into abandoning the role-play or spur him into increasing his attentions.
His lips pressed against hers. The fingers of one hand probed the pouting lips of her mound. “No, love. Merely preparing my treat.”
His dampened fingertips moved backward, rubbed at the hypersensitive skin, eased past the first ring of muscles, and drew a gasp from her lips. Lyssa shuddered at the awareness tingling through her, the way the scent of his skin surrounded her. The feel of his body close to her. The sharp edge of his teeth along her bottom lip.
Something hot and slick rubbed across her belly. The impressions bombarding her spun around in her head and required a moment to identify the object as part of him. The silky tip of his cock, covered in latex, pressed close, then pulled back. His mouth moved from her lips to her ear, caressed the curve before teasing the lobe with a tug from his teeth.
The rasp of his breath stirred the hair beside her ear before he spoke. “I know you’ll like this, Princess. Like I told you, I’ve dreamed of giving it to you for a very long time.” The finger inside her slipped free, but only to allow his hand a firmer grasp on the rounded cheek that exposed the rose of her ass to something thicker than his finger.
Lyssa arched away from it, pushing into Mike’s unyielding frame as the first bulb on the plug breached her. The slick lubricant coating the toy was chilly against her heated skin. She tensed, fighting the fire rekindling in her core. The image of the black graduated curves of the cone sent a barrage of conflicting emotions zinging through her.