Donovan Dynasty: Bind Part 39

"Relax your b.u.t.tocks, sub."

Despite the instructions, his words kept her on edge.

He continued to rub her. "Close your eyes. Give up the fight."

She did.

Then she felt him take the belt off her.

"Stay in that same place."

She nodded.

"Eight," he reminded her.

He gave her the first two lightly, across the fleshiest part of her rear. It was no more than a tease. Seductive. "More," she said.

"That's two," he responded. "Now three and four." He placed another one, lower, then lower still.

This was a totally different experience from the spanking or the single tail. As he'd said, it covered a larger area, not just in terms of length, but in terms of width. There was so much more surface to connect with her skin, a broader area to burn into her.

"Halfway."

The next was harsher, and she yelped.

He paused for a moment and waited for her to nod.

The sixth, he seared across her b.u.t.tocks. She screamed. It was more than she'd expected, everything she'd hoped.

"Seven," he said, counting in advance.

He landed it on an upstroke, forcing her forward, making her grab hold of her restraints for extra support.

"d.a.m.n!"

"One more," he promised.

It landed on top of the last, sizzling with ferocity.

He then gently stroked between her legs, made her wet. That he'd done it differently than she'd expected made the touch even more stunning and welcome.

"How are you doing?" he asked. "Do you want to stop? Continue? Need a break?"

"More," she whispered.

He moved his hand away before she could o.r.g.a.s.m. Despite the pain-because of the pain-her body felt lighter.

This time, he started on her mid-thighs. She gasped, and she pulled on the restraints.

"Would you like to count them out?"

"No, Sir." She wanted to get lost, instead.

He put another stripe a little higher, and the next two he crisscrossed.

Then suddenly the only thing she was aware of was the color red, light and bright, seducing. She released her grip on the restraints and surrendered to him.

Her body moved in automatic response, and she no longer felt anything other than peace.

At some point, she became aware that he'd stopped the beating and that he was tracing her spine with his fingertips, back and forth.

She took a deep breath. The color red began to recede, becoming black, then gray. Finally, she opened her eyes to see him standing next to her. "I liked that," she admitted.

"Everything you desired?"

"More so."

He played with her p.u.s.s.y and instant desire arced through her. It was as if it had been there coiled, waiting.

It only took two strokes for her to be on the edge, waiting and wanting. "I need you," she told him.

He left her for a moment, and she moved her head to try to see what he was doing. The restraints limited her range of motion, and she had to settle for listening.

Something hit the floor. Maybe his shoes? Then a slight rustle, maybe his clothing. Her inability to see him was driving her crazy, heightening her antic.i.p.ation.

There was another sound, then the sc.r.a.pe of wood. Perhaps a dresser drawer?

Eventually she heard the unmistakable sound of his footfall.

"I'm going to f.u.c.k your p.u.s.s.y then your a.s.s."

Her stomach plummeted.

"Use your safe words if you can't handle it. Will you try?"

She nodded, the platform warm beneath her face.

He took his time, playing with her c.l.i.t, using long, mesmerizing strokes.

Heat rose again, licking at her.

"You have no idea what it does for me," he said, "seeing you like this. Tied down. Helpless. Trusting."

He'd created that bond, by doing what he said he would.

She felt him move closer, and the tip of his c.o.c.k teased her p.u.s.s.y. He began to slip in and out, inserting just the head then, as she started to moan, giving her longer strokes.

He rocked his hips.

As much as she was able, she pushed back, inviting him in.

He put one hand on her waist, and she savored his powerful grip.

"Yes. Yes!" she said.

He put a lubed finger into her a.s.s, sliding in easily.

The combination made her feel full.

Then he inserted a second, spreading her wider as he continued to push his c.o.c.k in and out.

She was lost. "I want... Want..."

"Tell me."

"Everything."

He pulled out his fingers out. Then she felt him at her rear, the solidness of him pushing into her, forcing her sphincter apart.

"I...I..."

Her abdominal muscles failed her and she collapsed her whole weight against the platform.

"Bear down."

"Arr..."

"Bear down," he repeated.

"Can't..."

"You can."

She pulled against the restraints, yanking up on them.

He eased back, and she exhaled in grat.i.tude. Then he moved forward again.

"You can do this," he said softly. He let go of her waist and moved that hand under her so he could play with her p.u.s.s.y, distracting her.

Conflicting sensations short-circuited her brain. Anguish as he continued to force his c.o.c.k inside her tight a.s.s, unfurling desire in her belly from the way he played between her l.a.b.i.a, the lingering pain from the beating and the consuming drive to transcend it all.

"You're doing great."

He pinched her c.l.i.t. She yelped, squirmed, tried to twist away, and that was all it took. He rammed his c.o.c.k all the way inside her a.s.s, then he stopped for a minute.

"I've never..."

"You're there. Go with it."

He pinned her totally against the spanking bench. She was lost. Helpless. His.

Despite his urging, she thrust back, and he moaned.

"d.a.m.n, Lara."

His words drove her. She liked that she was making him as crazy as he'd made her. "f.u.c.k me, Sir," she said.

He began to move inside her. He kept his hand between her thighs, continuing to pleasure her, even though his breathing became guttural.

"f.u.c.k me, please, Sir." He'd said she would beg, and he was right. She had to have him filling her, claiming her.

"Lara, I'll give you anything you want."

It was overwhelming. He was overwhelming. She'd never endured anything like this. Her body felt as if she were being pulled apart and put back together again in a different order. She loved it. She hated it.

His c.o.c.k thickened inside her, and she knew his o.r.g.a.s.m was close. "I need to come."

"Do it," he said, moving his fingers faster.

In her a.s.s, he made shorter movements and he swelled even more. His breaths were sharp.

Then she was lost as her o.r.g.a.s.m seemed to tear her apart from the outside in.

She squeezed him tighter, and he moved his hand to her shoulder. He imprisoned her. Took her.

He came, and she felt every pulse as he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed inside her.

Connor's body shuddered, and she felt his grip on her shoulder tighten then release several times in quick succession.

Then, seconds later, he flattened his palm on her back.

They stayed liked that for long minutes, breathing together, recovering. His p.e.n.i.s became flaccid, and he eventually pulled out. "I'll be with you in a second," he promised.

True to his word, he was back almost instantly, and she felt moistened wipes against her skin. Part of her insisted that it should feel humiliating. A bigger part appreciated his tender act.

She'd just started to notice that her muscles were tight when he loosened her bonds.

"Move slow," he cautioned.

"As if I can do anything else," she replied when she tried to move her right leg and a twinge shot through her knee.

As he released each cuff, she gently tested her muscles. She wasn't able to support herself and he swept her from her feet. Instinctively, she turned toward him and soaked in his strength and comfort as he carried her to the bed.

"You were everything I imagined," he told her, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her.

"Now I have more things to fantasize about," she said. And more reasons she would have to work to keep her emotions separate from her physical responses. Everything they did in the D/s realm made her crave more, as if she couldn't get enough.