“Sssh.” He pressed a hand to her shoulders. “Stop fighting it, you’ll just hurt yourself.”
He leaned over her and his mouth on her nipple sent heat sweeping over her body, need clawing inside her, sharp and hot. She closed her eyes against the dark eroticism of being helpless beneath him as he took her body—giving her pleasure beyond her darkest, wildest imaginings.
“I can’t!”
“Yes,” he crooned against her breast, one hand cupping it. He licked again. “You can.”
She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, tried to squirm away from his touch, but his big heavy body pinned her to the mattress.
“Don’t you see, Tara?” He lifted his head. “The hardest things to do are the things you’re most afraid of. That’s what takes the most courage. The most strength.” He paused. “It takes strength to give up control.”
She stared back at him, her mind racing, breath coming in shallow pants. What was he talking about?
“And you are strong,” he continued, kissing her chest between her breasts, inhaling deeply. He moved lower to her tummy and licked her bellybutton, sending shivers cascading over her. “So strong and determined and smart.”
Oh Jesus, he was making her melt with the compliments again. How could he combine such aggressive physical domination with such sweet words? How could he ask so much of her, yet give her so much too? It was crazy.
He nuzzled the curls between her legs, making her legs twitch, but she kept her thighs firmly together. He stroked her hips, the outsides of her thighs.
“Open for me, Tara.”
“No.”
He smiled against her hip. “Okay then.”
And he flipped her onto her tummy. Her arms twisted above her head, heat flaring at her wrists and down into her shoulders.
“Ow!” She bit her lip. She could end it now. She just had to say the word. It hovered on her lips, but then Joe’s mouth on her ass vaporized the safe word and it was gone on an exhalation. He kissed her butt cheek in a slow reverent kiss that made her go molten. Kissed the other cheek, slow and open-mouthed. Nibbled with his lips. Kissed her again. Sighed against her sensitive skin. She clenched her glutes.
“Mmm,” he murmured and laid his hands on the tight muscles. “Nice.”
“Oh God.”
Sensations shimmered over her body as his lips and tongue spread sweet heat over her butt, down to the sensitive crease where cheek met thigh, up between her cheeks.
“Oh dear lord!” Her head lifted and her back arched at the sinful touch of his tongue there.
He pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her flat, and continued his exploration, his other hand parting her thighs, which she could no longer keep tight together. Fingers trailed lower, through her drenched folds, back up between butt cheeks. She clenched. She gritted her teeth. She moaned.
A flame burned inside her in a licking, twisting spiral of heat.
“I love your ass,” he murmured just before he gave her a sharp tap there. She cried out again. “And you love that, don’t you?”
He warmed her ass with his hand, one cheek, then the other. Heat radiated from her buttocks and shimmered up her spine and into her brain, rendering her hot and hazy.
“Joe.” She dragged his name out of her.
He paused and gave a gentle stroke. “You want more, don’t you?”
He moved away and she lay there glowing with hot pleasure, unable to even lift her head. She heard him leave the room then return with a rustling noise.
Finally she dredged up strength to turn her head and peer at him through her long hair trailing in front of her eyes. And what she saw had her heart stuttering.
He held a flogger—a bigger, more dangerous version of her little one, and he looked like he knew exactly how to use it.
Her breath caught and she stared wide-eyed at him. Her heart lurched into an uneven rhythm, blood pulsing hotly in her veins.
“Joe.”
He walked toward her, dragging the tails across his own palm, his face dark and focused.
“I know you want this.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off the flogger, the sensual way he moved it, the confident way he held it. Her pussy tightened, every little muscle inside her clamped down hard on a surge of need.
He was a primal male animal, naked and assured, his eyes making her dark and wicked promises.
“I know there are things you want that you don’t want to admit to.”
“Yes, but…but not like this.”
He smiled. “You think you want to be the one doing this. I see it in your eyes—a craving. But not to do this to someone else. You want it for yourself.”
She bit her lip, once again unable to utter the words she wanted to. His admonishment to be honest kept ringing in her head. What would it be like? What would it feel like? What would it do to her—to surrender? Just this once?
“Do you think I might hurt you with this?”
She didn’t know for sure what he would do. He could do anything he wanted. Fear sizzled through her, a sharp edge of uncertainty. And excited anticipation.
“Remember the safe word,” he said softly, flicking the tails of the flogger.
He approached the bed, watching her. “You want this. You want to be cuffed and flogged and fucked in every orifice. And you want me to do it.”
Her eyes widened and fluttered. His dirty words made her even wetter, her pussy aching. Her chin tilted up, but she said nothing. She watched him. Her shoulders ached from being in the position, restrained, arms stretched and twined above her head.
“You liked what I did last time,” he said, dragging the tails over the curve of her ass. Up. Down. Up the groove of her spine, then back down, in a wicked caress. Then with a flick of his wrist, he delivered a thumping little blow and she moaned with pleasure.
Her eyes fell closed. More heat suffused her body at each stroke, at first like a sensual massage, achingly pleasurable. The sensation changed from stinging to dull as he varied his strokes over her body, and pleasure vibrated through her with every touch. She sank into the rhythm, flames licking over her body, pleasure and pain combining into a heady shimmer.
And then he stopped.
She lay there, vibrating, unable to move. Was that it? Her pussy quivered, helpless and needy, and she pressed her hips forward into the bed.
“This will add to the pleasure,” he said from behind her, his voice a dark promise. She heard a noise—a squirt of liquid—and then hands lifted her butt in the air. Slippery fingers probed at her heated butt cheeks. And between them. She clenched tightly around the intrusion, where no one had ever touched before.
“No!”
“Relax.” He stroked a hand over her buttocks, probing again.
“What is it? What are you doing?”
Something slid inside her, past the tight ring of muscle, smooth and round. Small. She sucked in a breath at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Beads,” he replied, and pushed in farther. Another small round penetration. And another—only bigger. Filling her. Stretching her.
She groaned and hid her face at the forbidden thrill of it.
He paused between inserting each bead, stroked her tender flesh, then pushed again, maddeningly slow until her ass burned with it. “Keep those there,” he instructed her and then the tails of the flogger swiped over her again in another hot caress.
She cried out. Pleasure ricocheted through her body from the inside out. As he brushed her flesh with the flogger, the beads inside her picked up the rhythm and transferred it to her very center until her entire body vibrated inside and out with edgy pleasure.
Her mind emptied. Her blood raced hot, her skin burned and she drifted on a euphoric high of submission and pleasure-pain. She floated.
He took her up. Hovering. Higher. She knew the safe word. A vague thought entered her head that she should say it, that she should stop this. But his words—unbearable pain. She could bear this. She absorbed it into her. And when she was almost at the point where the pleasure peaked into a sharp exquisite point—he stopped.