Soul Rest: A Knights of the Board Room Novel (12 page)

Whereas she would have had to use the running board to step in on her own, he was tall enough he didn’t need any extra height to reach over her and fasten her seatbelt. Opening the glove compartment, he produced a pair of fleece-lined cuffs with metal links. He wrapped one around her wrist, attached the link to a clip around the seatbelt at her right hip, then did the same to her other wrist, attaching it to the left side of the seat.

He gave her knee a light squeeze, closed the door. She flexed her fingers in the cuffs, heard the rattle of the metal rings. God, she needed to come. To really come. One long, hard, lung-squeezing, full cardiovascular workout orgasm would help her find her brain again. Right now it was immersed in a boiling cauldron of her own lust. She wasn’t even alarmed that the man had tied her up in his truck.

He’d circled around to get in the driver’s side. After he closed the door, he put his hand against her headrest to stroke a knuckle down her cheek. “Look at you, all stirred up,” he said, his eyes like molten gold. When he passed a finger pad over her lips, they parted and she teased him with her tongue. “Yeah, you’re on fire, darlin’. You want to come the right way, don’t you, Celeste?”

Her breath was shallow pants. “Yes.”

“All right then.” He put a firm hand under her ass to lift her up and pull the stretch fabric of her leggings down to her thighs. With the same economy of motion, he hiked her skirt up to her hips, leaving her sitting on a towel he fished from the back and put under her bare buttocks. He wasn’t done, though. Lifting the front of her shirt, he drew it over and behind her head, tucking it back behind her neck so the sleeves constricted around her shoulders.

When he sat back to study her, his eyes slid over her breasts quivering in lace cups, her thighs bare and spread, showing him the slick crotch of the vinyl thong. She licked her lips. “Leland, just do it. God. Make me come. Please.”

As he continued to watch her, the emotions started to rise. “Damn it, don’t fuck with me. Just do it.”

He reached into the glove compartment again, removing a rubber ball and a sheer nylon fabric she recognized as a cut piece of sheer hosiery. Putting the ball inside the tube, he brought it up to her face.

“Don’t you…”

The rest was muffled as he pushed the rubber ball into her mouth. It was large enough to hold down her tongue. She could make noise, but coherent words were out of the question. He tied it snugly behind her head, sat back and started fondling her. Calm, steady. He was just…taking over. With cool confidence, he pushed the bra cup out of the way and replaced it with his hand, thumbing a nipple. She dropped her head back, gasping at the searing sensation as he pinched her, rolled the tight peak. Then he pulled out the remote, laid it on the console and turned it on.

She came the right way, as he put it, in a couple seconds. As she bucked on the seat and screamed, her head banging against the headrest with her thrashing, he continued to stroke her breasts, pushing the cups out of the way so he could hold them in both hands, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. While he did that, he watched her as if he would never take his eyes from her. His silence was as potent as a stream of dirty comments. He absorbed her every reaction as if it was a private performance only for him. Just as he said he preferred.

“Please…” That was a word she could make him understand through her pleading gaze alone. The climax was ebbing but the vibration wasn’t, and her hips were bucking at the discomfort, her pussy and clit over stimulated.

“Please, what?”

“Please, turn off…please…”

“Sir.”

She managed a glare, an “in your dreams” look. He reached for the controls, turned it on maximum vibration.

“No…
no
.” She protested through the gag, called him a bastard, her hips bouncing on the seat, her lower abdomen muscles twitching. She told him to go to hell, tried to jerk away when he slid his hand from her breast to her hair. Her reward for that was him seizing a handful of it, holding her head against the headrest as he bent and took her exposed nipple in his mouth, beginning to suckle and nip with sharp teeth. The vibration, too much and vastly uncomfortable, nevertheless started her up that peak again, especially with her writhing against it, creating a stroking friction. In a matter of minutes, with him suckling her and his other hand working and playing over her clit with the vibrator, another climax tore through her.

“Please…oh God. Please…sir. Please stop.” Yet some part of her didn’t want him to stop. As soon as she managed to make the word “sir” understood, she wanted to retract it. Not because she wanted to disobey him, but because he’d keep doing this, forcing her out of her mind with incomprehensible pleasure so intense it was an insidious torture.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. It’s hard to understand you with the gag in your mouth. What was that?”

He lifted his head, and when he did, she swung hers around, making solid contact with his cheekbone. He let out a muttered curse, followed by a snort.

“Fucking brat. All right, we do it the hard way.”

She was dying, transcending, going insane. He yanked her head back against the headrest forcefully enough her throat arched and she was staring at the ceiling of the truck. Then he went after the other breast.

He turned the vibrator down, but it wasn’t to give her relief. He put his hand back between her legs to play with her cunt, rub slow circles over her throbbing clit. As he did that, his other fingers slipped under the thong and pushed inside her, began to thrust. The vibration on her rim connected the three points of contact, all while he licked and bit her other nipple, suckling hard, nipping when she least expected it so she’d jerk against him.

The next climax was worse. She’d heard about forced orgasms, how they were agonizing and unforgettable at once, a way to break the mind, and she had no doubt of it after the third one crashed over her.

“Stop…stop…” It was a plea, a demand, a snarl and a curse.

Leland did stop, but he left her as she was, her breasts exposed, the bra cups pulled back, her leggings at her knees, mouth stretched over the gag, and sat back in his seat. He was revved up himself, his breath short, those golden eyes now like embers, his arm muscles bunched beneath his shirt sleeves. Her gut twisted when he fished a condom out of his console, laid it on the dash and opened his jeans. As she watched hungrily, he closed his hand over himself beneath cotton boxers and stretched out a sizable cock before her eyes. Beautiful and thick, the butterscotch-colored skin taut over its length, the slit of the broad head marked with pre-come. Her pussy, still throbbing, contracted on itself, and she felt way too empty. She wanted him inside her.

Tearing the condom open, he rolled it on and then gripped himself again, beginning to stroke. His eyes rested on her exposed breasts, her bare thighs, the small swatch of black vinyl covering her cunt. Being tied up and used as his personal pinup while he gave himself release should have been insulting, humiliating. Instead she felt anything but. She was hot, needy, angry and wanting him, even as she wanted to tear into him.

“Got to give myself some relief, darlin’, because I’m not anywhere near done with you.”

As he stroked himself, cupped his balls and rolled them, she imagined her mouth there, imagined him forcing her facedown in his lap to make her suck him off. Which shocked her in some distant part of her overwhelmed mind, since she hadn’t given head much in her life, for plenty of good reasons. Down on her knees, helpless to a male…

Right now, though, it didn’t seem to matter. She wanted her mouth on him. When she tried to lick her lips despite the gag, he chuckled.

“Oh, no. Won’t tempt me with that maneuver. I can tell you’re in full fight mode. I’d be taking a trip to the emergency room.”

He was right. She couldn’t explain it. Some part of her was ashamed, no idea why she was fighting him, trying to hurt him, why all these feelings were raging inside her, at war with her sexual response though they’d been summoned by it. Her body was still twitching from those forced climaxes, but her mind seemed to be sinking below the level of pleasure, into a darker place. She started to feel like shit about herself, about the whole situation, but he saw that, too.

“No, not going down yet.” He turned the vibrator on a slow hum and when she whimpered in protest, he made a quieting noise. “If you’re good, I’ll take out the gag. Can you be good?”

She shook her head, and he smiled at that, though there was no humor in his gaze. He extracted the gag anyway, put it in the back. While his cock jutted between his thighs, waiting for his attention, her eyes clinging to it, he took the time to remove a handkerchief from the console, dry the corners of her mouth.

Only then did he sit back, take himself in hand again. “Make me harder, Celeste,” he ordered in that stern voice, a contrast to how he’d just cosseted her. “Roll your hips, arch your back. I can smell your come soaking that towel. Nine times. You’re going to come for me nine times before I get you home, because those are nine climaxes that belonged to me.”

“This is just our first real date,” she managed lamely. “You didn’t tell me…”

“I told you I don’t date. You’re looking for a Master, Celeste, not a date. You want the type of Master who can handle all that fear and anger you’re carrying inside you. Bring it to the surface, let you get past it to feel what you need to feel.”

She refused to answer that, an answer in itself.

His breath shortened. “Don’t take this as an indication of my staying power, darlin’,” he said, flashing a feral grin at her. “I’ve been fucking steel since I sat down on that bench. I just want to get this out of the way so I can get back to playing with you. Christ, you’re gorgeous, tied up and helpless, your clothes half pulled off.”

Just like that, he started to come. He’d pulled his shirt up out of the way, so she saw the muscles of his lower abdomen ripple in response as come started to spray inside the tip of the condom. The tissues between her legs contracted against the low hum of the vibrator, and she found herself doing as he’d demanded, rolling her hips against it, arching her back. When he reached out to touch her breast during his climax, his hand flexing against it in involuntary response, she cried out, working her hips more furiously. Christ, it was happening again. It was short and intense, but watching him come, his mere touch on her breast while he self-pleasured, tipped her over again.

She wanted to see him naked. That large body, all muscles and honey-gold flesh, the impressive cock erect. She wanted to be lying on his bed, spread for his pleasure, trembling the way she was now, feeling overpowered not by restraints or orders, but just by his sheer size and the power of his gaze, which seemed to keep her locked in place as he stared at her. His eyes never left her throughout his release, telling her she was the center of it, the cause of it.

When he finished, her fingers were locked against the rings holding her wrists to the sides of the seat. He tucked himself back into his pants, but instead of releasing her, he chose a new way to torment her.

He turned over the ignition.

Straightening, he touched the side of her face, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Let’s take the long way home.”

The windows were tinted, so no one could see into the vehicle. But she still felt exposed, for he did nothing to cover her, leaving her as she was. He also bumped the vibrator up a notch or two, coupling it with an order sure to make her lose her mind.

“No fidgeting, Celeste. You just have to absorb the feeling.”

She’d thought he was kidding about taking the long way home, but he wasn’t. He drove downtown, past the Old State Capitol building that looked like a castle on the outside and had the sacred hush and old wood smell of a church inside, down to the riverfront where she could see the petroleum companies and other industries with their billowing white smoke in the distance. The sun was setting, moving the day into twilight.

When Leland drove through one of the poorly maintained pay parking lots across from the river, that was where she came again, thanks to the bumps from the broken pavement. As they passed a rusted panel cut with slots, where patrons put their folded bills to pay for a parking space, she had a glazed impression of the bold message printed on it.
Parking is never free.

He took her past the current State Capitol building, an art deco monolith that pierced the sky with its nearly thirty floors. She came again when he was driving through Spanish Town, such that she was staring at a cluster of plastic pink flamingos in someone’s yard as she groaned through the waves of sensation.

Her seductive torturer was pointing out some of the houses he liked best. “If you could live in one of them, where would you live? Tell me, darlin’.”

He meant it, sharpening his tone in that way that had her gasping out answers to his questions. But she also demanded he let her go. Called him a bastard once or twice. He’d just put the car back in drive and they’d move on. She hit orgasm eight when he pulled into an empty shopping center parking lot. He kissed her through it, teasing her mouth. She bit him again, only this time it was frantic, sensual little nips, not the savage tearing that had gripped her earlier.

Cupping her head, he kissed her thoroughly, his tongue lashing hers. The more ruthless he was, the more gentle his touch, the softer his kisses. She’d started to register that. It devastated her, broke her open. She pleaded with him now, noises without words. He must have seen her fear when he lifted his head, because he stroked her face, staying so close to her their foreheads almost touched.

“You’re safe with me, Celeste. All of it. Everything you are.”

“No more. Please.”

“Ssshh.” He slid his arms around her. “We’re taking a little break. Just relax. Be easy.”

The vibrator had stopped again. Though she didn’t trust it would stay that way, his soothing touch helped steady her. Helped get her feet beneath her, pull some of her defenses together.

“We…” She coughed, tried to pull away. “We should be talking about safe words.”