After a minute, he withdrew his finger and positioned the plug at her entrance. He pushed it in slowly, but the ring of muscle refused to budge. Pam whimpered, burying her face in the mattress as she clutched at the bedding.
Jared paused. “Relax, baby. Let me in and your body will do the rest.” A comforting hand smoothed over her back.
Pam stopped resisting, and after a few moments, her internal muscles gave way, allowing the plug to enter that first tiny bit. She took a deep breath to combat the ache and when the twinge eased, she pushed back, wanting it to be over. The lubricated toy glided in to the hilt, and she gritted her teeth against the burning sensation.
Jared shifted her body so she lay stretched out on her stomach, with her arms pillowing her head. He placed a light cover over her before heading toward the bathroom. Pam moved to her side and curled into a fetal position, closing her eyes as she listened to the distant sounds of water running.
The sounds stopped, and soon the mattress dipped beside her. She opened her eyes and noted that Jared’s expression held a mixture of concern and arousal. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine,” she decided. “It feels a little funny, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Good,” he replied. He settled next to her and placed a kiss on her nose. “You did well.” He smiled, and his dark eyes twinkled. “Such a brave little sub.”
“You were very gentle with me, handsome,” she murmured. “Thank you for making it easy.”
“I’ll always take care of you, sugar.” He turned her over and lifted the cover, revealing her upper body. His hot mouth fastened onto a breast and he sucked it until darts of pleasure shot from nipple to womb.
Pam began squirming but ceased at Jared’s warning hiss. He moved to the other breast and feasted on it until she thought she would scream. When his sharp teeth grazed the sensitive peak, it took all her self-control to remain passive.
Jared lifted his head and stared at her distended nipples with a look that was almost reverential. He reached over and dropped something shiny between her breasts. Curiosity roused, she lifted her head to examine the items. Purple amethysts embedded in silver glittered up at her, reminding Pam of a pair of dangly, clip-on earrings.
On closer inspection, she spotted the jagged clamps. She lifted her eyes to Jared’s, and his heated scrutiny implied these pretty bits were not meant to decorate her ears.
“Nipple clamps,” Jared confirmed. “I bought them just for you.”
The sly devil knew she’d never turn down a personal gift. “Will they hurt?” she asked.
A dark brow rose at her question. “Only if you want them to,” he replied with a slight leer.
Smart-ass.
Sighing with defeat, Pam lay back. “Go ahead. I’ll never look at jewelry the same again.”
The first clamp was no more than a tiny nibble—that was until Jared tightened it and made it bite. When Pam gasped, he eased the grip a fraction until only a slight sting remained; then he repeated the same on the other nipple.
As she leaned on her elbows to peek down at his handiwork, Pam grudgingly admitted the pieces looked quite pretty hanging from her angry, reddening nipples. Jared thought so too, if his ardent expression was any indication. But the longer they stayed on, the more they stung. And the heavier and more aroused her breasts felt.
Jared’s mouth descended for a taste and Pam moaned in bliss as he licked around the satiny areola with the tip of his tongue. He cupped a mound between two hands and flicked his tongue over it all—sensitive flesh, metal, and semi-precious stone—and the sight of him feasting on her body was beyond erotic.
When his mouth closed over both nipple and jewelry and latched on, Pam collapsed onto the bed. Jared bore down on her without mercy, his wicked tongue waggling over the clamp, making her pussy flutter with each flick. Then, catching the clamp between his teeth, he gave it a gentle tug while Pam bucked underneath him, groaning as he carried her to the edge of pain.
His searching fingers moved to her slit and, finding it damp, traced over its seam with a featherlight touch. When he inserted two thick digits into her liquid heat, more wetness trickled from her pussy to flow over his hand.
Jared buried his face between her breasts as he continued stroking her sopping channel. “Who do these beautiful tits belong to?” he rasped.
“You, Sir,” she whispered. “They belong to you.”
“Damn right.” Jared rose to his knees and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his muscular thighs. He grasped his hard-on in a closed fist. “Spread your legs,” he instructed. “Arms over your head.”
Instead of provoking anger, his commanding tone made her melt. He needed the control, and she needed to give it to him. Pam opened her legs as wide as she could and laced her hands together over her head. She thrust her adorned breasts up at him, feeling like a sacrifice to some sexy, pagan god.
Jared’s eyes flashed with pure lust before he flung himself over her, still fully clothed. Excited past reason, Pam wrapped her legs over his jean-clad thighs. He thrust into her without preamble and Pam moaned at the incredible feeling of fullness, as the massive cock in her cunt fought for space with the plug in her virgin ass.
She gloried at his sharp intake of breath when he fully entered. He lay on top of her, motionless. “So tight,” he mumbled. “I’m not going to last.”
Pam squeezed her feminine muscles around him and pushed up her hips. Frantic, Jared gasped and pressed his hips down to stop her movements.
Pam giggled against his chest and tugged at a shirt button with her teeth. “What?” she asked innocently.
“You’ll pay for that, little one,” he said in a choked voice.
Pam licked the side of his neck, then disobediently lowered her hands to caress his back with light touches.
Holding her in a secure embrace, Jared rolled them over and sat up straight. Ignoring her squeal of shock, he manipulated her body until she was seated on his lap, with her thighs cradling his hips. He tore off his shirt, then stretched out his legs and kicked off his jeans with surprising agility. He reached over and snagged his belt from the loops of his jeans. Then, securing both her wrists in one large hand, he bound them behind her with a few deft moves. After checking the restraint for necessary slack, he peered into her face.
Pam felt a tremor course through her at the ferocious hunger displayed in his eyes. She lowered her own nervously, not sure what was expected.
“Eyes on me, Pam,” he reminded her.
She complied and was lost in those dark, wild depths.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded. “You’re going to ride me, little one…but I’m the one holding the reins.”
With that, he clasped her hips and lifted her at a slight angle. As he brought her back down, he thrust his hips upward and slammed into her. He devoured her aching breasts, biting, licking, kissing them until Pam thought she’d go mad with the dark pleasure of his assault. All the while, he buried himself on each upstroke, continuing to control the depth and pace.
Jared’s movements were deep and slow, the sensual gyrations meant to sustain a fire without causing a blaze. Aching with need, Pam considered begging him to take her faster. She wiggled on his lap in silent supplication, but he ignored her entreaties and kept the pace deliberate.
The tinkling of the clamps fed her burning desire while the wrist restraint underscored her submission. Caught between need and obedience, she mewled in frustration. Something in the sound caught Jared’s attention and his rapt interest switched from her bouncing breasts to her face.
Their gazes met, and Pam felt the mesmerizing force of his dominance, his innate power, and strength. Something sizzled between them, something close to an exchange of the spirit. Jared closed his eyes and leaned in to trace the shell of her ear with his tongue.
Encouraged by the slight gentling in his demeanor, Pam took the opportunity to reach him with words. “Please, Sir,” she implored in a tremulous voice.
He lifted his head and faced her again, but she could interpret nothing from his granite features.
She pressed her cheek to his and whispered, “I need you.” She nuzzled him, then leaned back, only to lose herself again in his fathomless depths. “I ache for you.”
His nostrils flared, the only sign he had heard her plea. He loosened his firm hold on her hip and moved a calloused thumb over the slick pearl between her thighs. As he teased it out of its hood, his other hand trailed over her buttocks to the toy embedded in her body. Rubbing several fingers over the stopper, he pushed it in a little deeper.
He began tapping the plug’s end in a gentle but persistent rhythm, making her squirm. To Pam’s surprise, her internal walls clasped his shaft in approval. As if sensing her body’s compliance, Jared grasped the protruding end of the plug and carefully twisted it. Nerve endings woke and Pam stared at him in openmouthed wonder. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head to tend to her breasts, letting his fingers rub her clit while he played with the plug.
With her breasts, ass, and pussy now fully engaged, Pam went into sensory overload and exploded in Jared’s arms, squirting her pent-up passion all over his cock and lower belly. As she quaked through her orgasm, he held her close and ground into her harder.
She quieted and kissed his cheek, still trembling from the force of her release. Looking up at him, she asked, “How about you, Sir? What can I do to please you?”
He released her wrists from the restraints, rubbing them to encourage circulation. His attention returned to her swollen breasts, and at that moment, she knew what he wanted. She crawled off his lap and reclined against the pillows. Reaching between her legs, she gathered her juices and rubbed them in the deep valley between her breasts.
Jared’s expression turned feral. When he issued a low growl, she knew she had her answer.
Leaning farther back, she pushed the mounds together in invitation. “Fuck them,” she coaxed.
Jared moved toward her supine body, every line of his powerful physique projecting arousal and possessiveness. He straddled her waist and grasped the iron bars of the headboard. Pam guided him between her breasts and squeezed tight. Jared lunged forward, and his cock slid with ease between the smooth globes, his groan of rapture a carnal music to her ears.
The veins on his shaft stood out in stark relief, and precum oozed from its slit. Pam leaned over to lick it off and was rewarded with another groan. Jared powered between her breasts and she opened her mouth wide for him, sticking out her tongue and flattening it so she could alternate sucking and licking him at each pass.
He pistoned into her soft flesh like a well-oiled machine, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held fast to the iron bars. As he approached his climax, she pressed her breasts closer together, reveling in the knowledge that this part of her body could become such an exquisite vessel for his pleasure.
Harsh grunts filled the room as his thrusts became faster, jerkier. “I’m going to come,” he gasped. Not wanting him to dismount, Pam grabbed his hips and held him in position. Jared let go of the bars and clasped himself, his moans echoing through the room as thick ribbons of semen blasted onto her breasts and waiting tongue.
In the aftermath of their play, Jared regarded her for a while, his chest heaving. He slid down her heated body, his mouth trailing over her mound in a fiery kiss while his hands glided up her torso to cup her cum-soaked breasts. Finding her inflamed clit, he latched on to it, sucking gently as he massaged his liquid into her skin.
It took only a few hard pulls of his mouth to send her over the edge. As she started unraveling, Jared released the clamps from her nipples. The sudden rush of blood to her peaks vied for attention with the pulsing between her legs. She bucked off the bed, overwhelmed with the combined pain-pleasure, but Jared was there, his talented mouth and tongue soothing the ache radiating from her nipples.
When she settled down, Pam nestled against him, knowing this time, she had completely surrendered to him, both body and soul.
Chapter Nine
Jared observed the New York traffic with a cynical eye, muttering a curse as yet another yellow cab cut him off. Thanks to the cabbie, he lost the light and was forced to make an abrupt stop on red. Sighing in frustration, he wondered for the millionth time why he insisted on driving in the city when it often proved to be a pain in the ass.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, impatient to see Pam again. He recalled their time together earlier that day. They’d made love again, a gentle and quiet mating that, for him, proved as rewarding as their more creative sessions. He’d held her afterward, a lump forming in his throat as she recalled the loneliness of being the only child to a single, working mother. She had never spoken of it before, and it touched him that she was willing to share something so personal with him.
He’d dropped her off at her apartment after lunch to give her time to process the good news and prepare for their night out. Though it was a work night, he convinced her to venture out for what he dubbed a pre-celebratory dinner. The official celebration wouldn’t commence until the weekend, but he believed her well-deserved promotion called for some immediate acknowledgment.
He smiled, knowing if things worked out his way, the weekend’s festivities would go far beyond dinner and dancing. She’d already graduated to the next level in his small collection of new butt plugs, and by the time the weekend arrived, he hoped she’d be ready for him.
At last, the light turned green and he merged into the traffic. It eased a bit, giving him a moment to think. The past seventy-two hours had only confirmed she was his perfect mate. The off-the-charts sex was part and parcel, but it was much more than that. Her ability to trust him with her body, along with her willingness to submit, meant something beyond physical release.
He loved the whole package—the humor that constantly delighted him, her kind heart, and intelligence matching his own. Her unconventional upbringing didn’t faze him, nor did her stubborn nature. Her agile mind fascinated him, and her strength of character kept him on his toes. With someone like her, he would never get bored or complacent.