This time it was the underside of her breast, and he bit down hard.
“Ah, God!”
Her fingers dug into the bedclothes until her knuckles ached, but somehow she managed not to move as she struggled between her body’s natural instinct for flight and the desire to please, between the pain and the shimmering, tenuous pleasure of the chemicals beginning to seep into her brain.
He held on, her flesh gripped between his sharp teeth, and the pain threatened to overwhelm her.
“Mick . . .”
He bit harder, and a tear slid down her cheek. She was panting, trying to convert the pain to pleasure. After a few difficult moments it worked, and she was rewarded by a flood of endorphins. She went limp with it, let her body process the intense pain and the even more powerful pleasure. The powerful sensation of Mick doing these things to her. The lovely, sweet sensation as he lapped at the bite with his soft tongue.
He finally pulled away and knelt over her, looking down at her. He didn’t say anything, but she knew from his expression he was pleased with her. He urged her thighs wide apart with his. She was weak with her need for him. Aching with wanting.
He reached between her thighs, and she arched her hips as his fingers slid into her.
“Love this, baby girl,” he murmured. “Love how damn wet you get. I want to be inside you. To fuck you. And I will.”
He pressed down on one of her thighs with his hand, hard and hurting, and spread her even more, left his hand there, the pressure letting her know he was completely in control. With his other hand he began working her clit, rubbing, tugging, pinching, then moving to push his fingers inside her and pumping a few times before going back to her swollen clitoris.
“Hold still, baby,” he demanded.
She did her best. But pleasure was building inside her, making her dizzy. Finally, she couldn’t take it and she arched her hips hard against his hand. He immediately pulled back.
“Ah, now you know that won’t do, princess.”
He pushed himself off her and leaned over her, reached under the center of the mattress at the top of the bed and pulled up a length of black rope. He pulled her arms up over her head and tied her wrists together so fast she didn’t have time to consider what he was doing. But she instantly sank into the sensation of safety in the arms of his ropes. Her head really began to empty out, and she was vaguely aware of how much easier it would be to take the pain and the orgasm control if she were bound.
He moved around the bed—she couldn’t really see what he was doing, but figured he had ropes attached to the bed frame—and soon he had her ankles tied, legs spread to the corners of the mattress, as well as a doubled length of rope pulled tight across her stomach and over the middle of the bed.
“Better,” he said as he moved back to kneel between her thighs. “I love the way you look like this. Stilled by my ropes. The contrast of the dark rope against your skin, the surrender in your eyes. That just about kills me—I don’t mind telling you that.” He paused, ran a hand down her body—in between her breasts, over her stomach, until his fingers were surging into her once more.
“Oh . . .”
“You know I like to hear that—your sounds of pleasure. Come on, baby, give it to me. Let me take you right to the edge.”
He pumped his fingers—two, maybe three—curving them to hit her G-spot, and she groaned.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
With his other hand he pinched her pussy lips, the pain sending pleasure rocketing through her system.
“Ah, Mick . . . yes . . .”
He thrust hard into her, and her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. He withdrew them.
“Not yet. Breathe for me.”
She did as she was told, pleasure so keen in her body she could barely hold it back, even though he was no longer touching her.
“That’s it. Get it under control. You can do it.”
He pressed into her once more, adding more fingers and spreading them so that it hurt her a little. But pain was pleasure to her, and she had to work to hold back her climax. He held his hand still inside her, his fingers still spread wide. With the other he started to caress her body: her stomach, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, tracing over the bite marks and the tender welts from their previous play. His touch was lovely, his gentle fingertips a sensual contrast to the way he filled her sex with his hand. Desire was sharp, surging hard through her system, and only Mick’s command and his ropes held her orgasm at bay.
He held her there, suspended for endless moments while she took in a breath, let it out, rode that exquisite edge.
“You need to come,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“Please.”
“Beg me for it, Allie. Beg for your release. Make me know how much you need it.”
“Oh, God. Please Mick. Let me . . . please make me come. Make me, Goddamn it.”
He laughed as his fingers surged into her, as he bent to suck her hard clit into his mouth.
“Ah!”
She screamed as she came. Screamed his name over and over as pleasure made her shatter, made her shiver. Then made her mutter senselessly as her mind clouded, her body lost in sensation.
“Yes . . . oh, Mick, please . . . yes, that’s it, so good . . . Mmm . . .”
Finally her body calmed, and she was left with tiny sparks of pleasure shimmering through her. Mick pulled away.
“And now, my girl, you are ready for me to fuck you.”
She could only sigh.
Yes . . .
She watched through climax-clouded eyes as he sheathed his thick cock, licking her lips in anticipation. He lowered his body over hers, one arm holding him up as he gripped his cock and guided it to her entrance.
“Do you want it, Allie? Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I need you, Mick. Need you to fuck me. Ah . . . yes . . .”
He angled his hips and plunged into her, all at once and hard, filling her with his flesh.
He immediately started with a fast, punishing pace, his hips ramming against hers, his pubic bone slamming into her mound over and over. Above her his face was a concentration of lust, his eyes gleaming, his wicked mouth loose with pleasure. And pleasure filled her every bit as much as his lovely, big cock while she lay helplessly, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure he gave her. Safe in the ropes.
At this moment what happened between them was his responsibility. Under his control. She reveled in that thought. In his hard fucking. In his utter and absolute command over her body.
His hips arched hard, faster and faster, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Pain and pleasure blended, surged together, and once more her body rose toward climax. Pleasure and pleasure, pain and . . . she came in hard, shuddering spasms, stars exploding behind her eyes.
“Mick! God . . .”
“Ah, baby . . . coming, my baby girl . . .”
She felt him shiver, then his hips jerked hard, and he bent to latch on to her neck, his teeth sinking in.
They were both out of control, beings of pure sensation, needing nothing but this moment.
He fell onto her, his weight pressing her down until she could barely breathe. But she wanted it. Needed it.
Needed him.
* * *
MICK GASPED FOR air—the power of his orgasm had stolen every bit of breath from his body. He knew he was crushing Allie beneath him, but it was several minutes before he was able to move. Finally he rolled off her, propped himself up on one elbow beside her. She was watching him, her eyes glazed, a sheen of pure gold over the deep brown. Beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, her full lips that gorgeous dark pink. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, just brushed her lips with his. She was so damn sweet he had to do it again, and then again.
Something in his chest tightened and he pulled back. She blinked, but remained quiet, only the hitching rhythm of her breathing telling him that she felt something, too. Something that went beyond the sex.