The ominous sound of him unzipping his “goody” bag had her breath quickening and her pulse hopping into her throat. Of course, he’d placed his stuff far out of her view so she had no idea what his evil plan may be. She turned her head, the one movement she could manage, but all she could see was his back reflected in the mirror over the dresser as he hunched over his bag.
He turned around, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “Worried, love?”
“Maybe.”
His grin bordered on sinister. “Smart girl.”
The bed dipped as he climbed behind her, making the sheet brush against her already sensitized skin. He placed a hand on her hip first and then slid it down her thigh. “Hold still.”
“Yes, sir.” As if she had a choice.
Cool silicon nudged her sex, then slid between her and the bed, pressing against her clit. He flipped on the switch, and the powerful hum of the vibrator filled the space.
“Oh, God, yes,” she murmured, sensation spreading from her center outward. Blessed relief.
But he wasn’t done with her. Without giving her a chance to adjust to the vibrator he slid something thick and flexible inside her channel—a dildo. Whoa. She arched but had nowhere to go, no escape from the rush of pleasure. Her body automatically tensed, trying to stave off the orgasm dancing at her nerve endings. She’d been revved up since she’d pulled into the driveway, and her body wasn’t in the mood for patience.
Grant traced the crack of her ass with his fingertip, the simple move sending a thread of need curling up her spine. “Denial can be a fun game, Charlotte. Forcing you to hold back for an hour could prove quite tortuous.”
He smoothed cool gel over her back entrance, tucking a finger inside and sending her control system into near-meltdown stage. She pressed her face into the bed, the mattress absorbing her whimper, her pleas for mercy. Hold on, hold on…
“But the opposite can be fun, too,” Grant said, his voice soft, lulling, and far too wicked to be trusted. He slipped his finger out of her and replaced it with what she knew had to be a plug, nudging it past her entrance and filling her to capacity.
“Oh, God.” She raised her head, her neck arching, and sweat instantly slicked her body as her temperature seemed to increase tenfold. How could he expect her to hold anything back while being stimulated like this? The vibrator pulsed against her clit slow-slow-fast, slow-slow-fast, causing her muscles to clench around the dual invasions inside her. The sensation was overwhelming and relentless. Blissful torture. Even when she tried to shift her hips, there was no escaping the sure stroke of the vibe. Her fists clenched.
“Grant,” she begged. “Please, I can’t…”
“Shh…” He dipped his tongue into the dimples at the base of her spine, circling them with teasing strokes that somehow made her nipples tingle against the sheets. “I don’t expect you to, sweet Charlotte. You can come as many times as you’d like.”
“I can?”
But before she could even process what that meant, his teeth sunk into her ass cheek and it was like pulling the pin in a grenade. Her body rumbled against the mattress and sensation exploded through her, splintering her in all directions. Her muscles contracted around the foreign objects inside her, begging, needy. Her body wanted to writhe, to thrash, but the ropes bit into her, holding her taut.
“That’s right, baby. Fight through it. You make the sexiest fucking noises. I could spend all night listening to you, watching you.”
The slippery sound of lube against skin mixed in with her own moans, and she realized Grant was pleasuring himself behind her. Long, heavy strokes mixed with panted breaths. The image only served to push her orgasm higher, the idea of his big, firm hand sliding along his cock while she lay bound beneath him was one of the most erotic she could imagine.
“Ah, God,” Grant groaned, the slippery sound of his hand getting faster, more urgent. “Give me another one, Charlotte. Come with me.”
The vibrator shifted to the exact right spot and a second wave of bliss knocked the breath from her. A grinding scream left her throat, and Grant’s moan joined hers. She trembled with the sharp intensity of the orgasm, this one almost unbearable in its power. “Grant!”
Hot spurts of his release landed on her back, marking her, owning her. She panted her way through the death throes of her orgasm as his seed dripped down her sides in a slow, sensual slide.
She sagged into the mattress, the vibrator still dancing against her oversensitive clit.
“So gorgeous, baby. I almost regret not setting up a camera and catching how perfect you look right now on film. But I’m not done with you yet.” The mattress shifted and a wet towel touched her back as Grant cleaned her off.
Then the bed dipped again as Grant got up, and she waited for him to come around and remove the vibrator and dildos, but as seconds slipped, anxiety started to rise in her. “Grant?”
“Yes?” he said, the smile in his voice clear.
“The vibrator. I can’t take…”
Then pain striped her back, slicing off the end of her sentence like a sharp knife. She cried out in surprise.
“We’ve still got a while to go. This will take your mind off the vibrator.” The strips of leather hit the flesh of her backside, the sting raining down on her and crackling outward.
“Ah, Jesus.” She gritted her teeth, the combination of pain coalescing with the continued stimulation and the remnants of her orgasm. She turned her head, catching sight of the cat-o’-nine-tails sailing through the air again. She braced. Smack.