He returned, his heat so close to her that she shivered. “Still think I’ve gone pansy on you? You want to play, honey? Because I can’t wait to fuck you into submission.”
“Green.” No, he wasn’t a pansy. He’d found a new button to push and dread loomed with lust just as hot and heavy as he did over her. “My weekend has been fine so far.”
“That’s good.” He ran a finger up her inner thigh and she jumped. That finger traced a path up to the juncture of her thighs, along the crease just outside her pussy. His breath blew hot across her clit. She struggled, panting. Then his touch was gone. “Do you enjoy sitting under my tree with me?”
“Are you going to question me to death, or are you going to get on with the torture?” Questions should be harmless, but she looked down the mental path he was shoving her and decided a den of hungry lions at the end of it would be much safer.
“Answer me or give me the card,” he demanded, his voice so harsh. Cold. He grabbed her by the hair, his breath hot on her face, smelling of mint. His fingertips caressed her scalp, though. Highly erotic to blend his dominance with elements of his lovemaking. Highly scary.
“I’m not doing either.” No, she couldn’t go there. Too dangerous.
“Whiskey time.” He released her and stomped away, the floor creaking under his weight and angry footfall. Her pussy throbbed with each footstep, and she struggled against her bindings. Damn him.
“No! I’m sorry. Yes, I like to sit under your tree. With you.”
He returned, his hand returned, this time tracing a lazy pattern on her stomach. The flesh quivered under his electric touch. Then his hot mouth kissed the path his finger had taken, the pattern echoed in shock waves.
“Feel good? I can’t wait for you to beg me to fuck you.”
“I won’t.” She was the queen of not begging, not coming. This wasn’t wedding sex, so she had to be fairly safe in assuming she’d enjoy the experience, but he’d be the one in agony. She smiled to herself.
“How did you feel when you married me?” Something sharp wheeled up her inner thigh, and her smile faded. Over her hip and along the plane of her stomach, the spikes too large to be a Wartenberg wheel. The pain mingled with a slight tickle, and it was like there was a live, electric wire in her stomach and every prick strummed that wire, spiking desire higher. She moaned, and the noise shocked her.
“Answer me.”
“I felt you were crazy.”
The thing wheeled down her other side, gently rolling over the top of her clit. She bit her lip on the sweet pain that tugged inside her pussy, zinging up to her nipples, the live wire sparking the shocks higher, deeper. Whatever this was, it felt damned good. Good enough to make the beginnings of an orgasm sit up and take notice. Fuck. She’d never had to fight one before. How did one keep from coming?
His fingers traced a lazy pattern over her mound, occasionally dipping down to nudge her clit. Sinful. He leaned to breathe in her ear, “I forgot to mention, you can’t come. If you come without permission, I’ll go downstairs.”
She didn’t want him to go downstairs. Especially when his finger circled her clit, promising that if she obeyed, her orgasm would be so much better. She licked her lips. “When can I come, then?”
“When you give me the card.” Two fingers gathered her moisture and slid deep inside her cunt, curling upward. “Or when I give you permission. If tell I you to come and you do, the questions will get harder. Deeper.” He shoved his fingers in, as if to accentuate his point. He then dabbed her clit with something ice cold, and she shuddered, her insides clenching around his fingers with desperate need. Damn it, she loved ice. “Do you understand the rules?” he asked.
So deliciously cold, wet. He replaced those two hot fingers in her pussy with two icy ones. Oh, divine. She bit back a moan. “Yes.”
“Why is fellatio on the hard list?”
He must have sucked the ice because his mouth was polar cold on her clit, his icy tongue lapping. She arched, panted, and tried to fight the fog clouding her brain. Almost impossible to answer questions and fight coming at the same time. “It’s not for you, not anymore.”
His fingers pumped into her pussy, and the damned wheel returned, spiking up her thigh, over her clit. “But it was. Why?”
“What is that?”
Jesus, just use your mouth for something other than questions, Jake.
“Tonka’s spur. But don’t try to divert me. Answer the question.”
She couldn’t go there, so she gave up, panting. “Two of spades. You win. Fuck me.”
He laughed, and it wasn’t the least bit fun or light. The ice danced down her folds, and whatever it was slid inside her opening. “Oh, honey. What a bad liar.”
Her pussy spasmed around the icy dildo, the cold so painfully good she bit back a scream of pleasure.
Blow out, breathe
. If she yelled at him, she’d breathe. “I told you the card. Fuck me.”
“No need to shout.”
The icy toy slid in and out, then way in and Jake took her clit in his teeth at the same time.
Gah, do not come, do not come…
Jake growled. “You lied. Why is it on the hard list?”
He stopped his torture, and the need to come passed, leaving her panting. “Why are you doing this?”
“I’m learning to love you. Learning to love a complex woman calls for complex lessons.” He lifted her hips, arranged her legs, and replaced the dildo with his cock, so hot. She shivered and moaned. He gave three pounding thrusts, his hot body never touching hers except his shaft deep inside, and then he withdrew. “Tell me or I leave.”
He couldn’t leave! She struggled, wanting to run, to hide, to come. To get his erection back inside her. Her thighs quaked, and the shudder continued up her body. She gripped long piece of rope in her fingers, so afraid to speak.
“Tell me why fellatio was a hard limit,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers tweaking her nipple.
“I was forced.”
His hands returned, holding her thighs, and he gave her pussy a long, slow lick, his tongue as deadly as his words. “By whom?”
“My second Dom. It was a punishment when I was bad.”
“Why is it off the hard list for me?”
The icy dildo slid back inside her pussy, and she moaned. “I like doing it for you. You enjoy it. You’ve never forced me. I trust you not to force me.”
“How much do you hurt right now?”
That was easy. “I feel no pain.” Not physical, anyway.
“Liar. Your heart. How much does it hurt? Scale of one to ten.”
Oh, shit. He knew. She shook, hating him, the tape around her heart wrapping tighter. She could almost feel his presence inside her, stepping over the barbed wire, into the dark maze of her mind. “Five.”
“What is the worst thing you’ve done to yourself?
“What?” The coldness thrust in and out of her pussy, the walls spasming, burning, then numbing. God, he had to stop if he didn’t want her to come. “I don’t understand.”
“Sexually. Like Chase did.”
“Chase was as bad as it got. I only did that once.” Wasn’t that bad enough?
“Thank God,” he breathed, sounding so relieved, and she almost didn’t hear him. Did he actually care? No man had ever cared before.
His cock claimed her again, sinking deep enough to bang her clit with his pubic bone. He gave a little twist of his hips, grinding against her, and her orgasm pounded at the door, begging to be released.
Jake stilled and smoothed her damp cheek with his hand. “You can safeword out, honey. If this is getting to be too much for you to bear, just tell me. I want to push you, but not too far.”
Tia licked her lips. It was hard to consider his words when she ached so badly. But a part of her wanted this, needed him to ask these questions, to hold her accountable for her actions. He cared, and it was just as much of an aphrodisiac as the toys he used on her. “Green.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, green.”
He must have untied the rope attached to the bed because he was able to pull her hands down, still secured together, over her head. He kissed her wrists over the faint white scars she knew were there, his mouth like a hot brand on them. “Who cut you?”
“I did.” She sucked in a breath as his hips danced against hers again, thrusting in time to his mouth on her wrists. “He did.”
“The bad Dom?”
“Yes.”
“Did he rape you? Not role-play.” His voice changed, then. If she wasn’t blindfolded, she may not have caught it. It was the same tone she’d heard in the kitchen, the one that had protected Chase when she asked about Paris.
Oh, shit, no. Not protective, too. She bit her lip on the ache slashing at her. New pain, because caring had allowed him deep inside the maze she’d constructed in her mind. “Yes.”
“Fisting? Blood play? Needles?”
“Yes.” It hurt so badly to give him that power over her. The trust she felt hurt just as much. She arched again, unsure she could bear a moment more, because as much as this all hurt, she wanted to come so badly. “You know my hard limits. Only blow jobs and stuff with bodily functions.”
“Come for me.”
She came instantly on a tidal wave of pleasure, but it wasn’t satisfying. Her soul wanted more. Wanted her to give him more. Damn her soul, her heart hurt enough.
He flipped her easily, and her face was pressed into the damp, hot sheets, her ass in the air. What would he do? What would he ask? Could she take more?
The lube tube squirted, a foil packed ripped, and he gently probed her ass with the head of his latex-covered cock. God, yes. She’d waited all weekend for this. She struggled to get on her knees to allow him access, but the bar between her legs prevented that easily.
Jake lifted her hips and pushed the head into her ass gently, opening her tight rosette with measured thrusts. The burn was welcomed as her muscles stretched. His fingers tripped up her ribs, his chest a hard wall against her spine. So much better than before. Than ever.
“Did you perform fellatio on Billy?”
She bit the sheet on the note of pain that had nothing to do with his cock in her ass. He hated what she did with her mother’s boyfriend so much he had to be cold, formal about it. So deep in the maze. So close to her heart. She didn’t want to safeword, but he’d never know if she lied… “Ten of diamonds.”
“Not the right card, honey. The deck was marked, by me. I know what you drew.”
Trapped. Beneath him physically, mentally in a corner. She whimpered, afraid. So turned on.
“You think you’re ruthless? I am the biggest conman you have ever met. We’re perfect for each other.” He slammed into her tight hole, slick with his lube. So good. He knew just how to fuck her senseless. She moaned, hating, loving that voice. Hating, loving what he was doing to her mind. “Did you perform fellatio on Billy?”
She fought another orgasm, beating it back with thoughts of Monday as he changed his tempo, fucking her ass slower. “Yes.”
“Did you come?”
His hand slid around to finger her clit, and she shuddered. She wanted to come. But that would mean tougher questions. How could they get much worse? “Not until he fucked me. But I didn’t mind doing it.”
“Did you ask your bad Dom to make that your punishment?”
“Yes.”
“Pain? Scale of one to ten?”
She trembled as she looked inside herself at the poor, taped heart that quivered in the maze. He was in the doorway. So close as she trembled, afraid, aroused. “Nine.”
“Green?”
She shook, and though her mind screamed red, she whispered, “Green.”
“So good.” He kissed her spine and ran his hands along her ribs. “You’re so brave. Just a few more questions.”
She shook, not wanting to come again, the pain in her heart so intense. She hated him. It had to be hate, because as she fought to breathe, her hands fought to choke him. No, maybe it wasn’t hate. Maybe something—
“Will you let another man hurt you after you leave me?”
“Yes.” Yes, and it scared her.
“But isn’t this pain just as divine?” He’d changed to his persuasive voice, a low drawl so sexy in her ear. “Why would you let another man make you bleed, when I can give you this?”
“I—” She licked her lips. “No one has made me hurt like this.”
“Do you like it?”
Like. She liked his cock in her ass. She wasn’t so sure about the other pain. “I don’t know.”
“How will you feel come Monday? When you leave me?”
Jake pinched her clit, and the pleasure almost overtook the pain. She didn’t want to safeword. “Please. Please stop.”
“Answer me.”
“I’ll feel dead on Monday.”
“Pain?”
“Ten.”
“I’m going for an eleven, honey. When you hit eleven, you can come.”
“Please?”
“Just one more question.” Jake stopped thrusting, withdrew from her ass, and rolled her over. She felt him looming, his body so hot, so near, yet so far. Just like the orgasm she held at bay. When would he hold her? All she wanted was to come and have him hold her.
He removed the condom and slid his bare cock into her pussy. So wet, hot. He lowered himself onto her body, pressing his full length against her. She almost sobbed, needing to feel his skin so badly. Then he removed her blindfold, and the soft light of the room was too much to bear. Almost as hard to bear as the turbulent blue depths of his eyes as he stared down at her.
“How do you feel about me?”
Chapter Thirteen
“Answer me, Tia. How do you feel about me?” Jake demanded, desperate.
Tia’s face muscles tensed and her eyes flickered as she worked out the question. This was her eleven on the pain scale. He bet she’d rather die than admit she felt anything for him. Jake knew that now, because somehow, his caring meant she was worthless in some twisted way. Her mouth rounded in an O and then she bit her lip. She stopped breathing, her body quaking, every muscle tense. Would she come without permission? He hoped not.
“I won’t ask again. How do you feel about me?”
She released her breath on a whoosh, agony in every line, every pore of her face. “Queen of hearts.”
He closed his eyes. She’d given the correct card. Somehow, victory didn’t taste so sweet. Not knowing what he knew now. “Come for me.”