Emergence: Bound To Be Tested Part 9

"Yes...Sir."

He hesitated, not missing her slip. And then he reached into a bag at the foot of the bed and removed a set of wrist cuffs. He bounced them in his hands as he paced, his gaze pinning her to the mattress. He handed her the cuffs.

Lori took the cuffs, her fingers grazing Jude's and sending an electrical shock up her arm. She clenched her p.u.s.s.y. Any time Jude had introduced something new to her, her arousal ratcheted up a notch. Even though he'd used restraints on her many times in the past, it had been a long time. She knew he was giving her a minute to acclimate.

"Go ahead. Put them on."

Trying to keep her fingers steady, Lori strapped first one wrist and then the other into the soft nylon, attaching it firmly with the Velcro. Even without Jude attaching the cuffs to anything yet, she felt herself slipping further under his spell. Feeling the nylon on her wrists was enough. If he tugged them over her head and attached her to the bed frame, she would fall even deeper.

"Lie back, baby. It's been a long time. I want to explore you a bit."

She eased onto the pillow, her legs shaking.

Jude lifted a brow and stared at her. "Let me be more specific. I want to see your p.u.s.s.y, baby. Not a shadow of it."

She slowly spread her knees and let them fall open.

"Do you suddenly have issues with your p.u.s.s.y?" he asked.

"No, Sir." She swallowed. "I'm just nervous."

He nodded. "I can appreciate that. I'll cut you some slack tonight, but only tonight. It's been a while. You'll remember quickly how to please me. If you don't please me, you'll remember quickly how I like to punish you."

She closed her eyes, flashes of past punishments running through her mind. Her p.u.s.s.y wept as she thought about how Jude could control her so easily.

"What sort of position are you in? Freestyle?"

She jerked and realized she lay haphazardly with her hands on her belly. Her legs had come together again. She quickly moved into a more open position-legs spread, hands above her head, eyes downcast.

"Better. How many times since I arrived at your apartment this evening have I had to correct you?"

"I'm not sure, Sir."

"Well, think about it. Keep a tally for me." He turned his back to her. She hated that. He knew it. The body language alone had been known to shame her into better behavior.

Jude kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and tugged his T-shirt over his head.

Lori stifled a groan as his back came into view, his muscles bulging. She got a better view of the tattoo on his bicep when he turned sideways to sit on the bed. An eagle. It was phenomenal. The designer had done a fantastic job.

Jude climbed between her legs, slinking into the s.p.a.ce like a cat. He lifted her chin and brushed her hair out of her face. "Let's see what gets you off these days and work from there."

Her eyes widened. Lori had no way of knowing what Jude was going to do.

He chuckled and let his gaze roam her body. "Open your thighs wider and leave them open or I will strap them open."

Her p.u.s.s.y throbbed as she did his bidding, planting her feet wider and straining to open her p.u.s.s.y to his view.

Jude stared for long moments at her s.e.x without touching her or saying a word. He finally lifted his head toward her chest. "How sensitive are your nipples right now, baby?"

"Very, Sir." She knew they stood at attention and he was torturing her by not touching them.

She flinched as he stared. It amazed her what he could accomplish with his gaze. Her nipples pebbled more with each pa.s.sing moment. When his breath hit them, she moaned.

"Did I say you could make a sound?"

"No, Sir."

"I need you to concentrate. I know it's been a long time, but focus."

"Yes, Sir."

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, completely incongruent with his words and the fact that she knew she was acc.u.mulating punishments at a rapid pace.

"Now, let's experiment."

Holy mother of G.o.d, what did he have in mind?

"Play with your left nipple, baby. I want to see how you react to your touch."

Lori's hand shook as he released it to let her complete the task. She reached toward herself and pinched the bud between her thumb and pointer, not hard, but enough to make her buck.

Jude imitated Lori's actions on her other nipple, plucking it in tandem with her motions until she had to grit her teeth. "Now, stroke it, baby. Circle the areola. They're gorgeous. I love how full they are. When was the last time you wore clamps?"

"With you, Sir."

He fondled her right nipple, flicking it and pinching it in an undetermined pattern until it stood more rigid. A smile lifted the corners of his lips. He dipped his hand lower and held Lori's globe gently underneath. "So soft."

Lori moaned and then bit her lip, but it was too late.

"You've gotten noisy."

"Sorry, Sir." It felt so strange having a conversation while Jude teased her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the edge of sanity.

Jude surprised Lori by kissing her shoulder and nibbling on her neck. He pulled away just as quickly. "Show me how you like your p.u.s.s.y stroked." He released her breast and lowered his gaze.

Lori inched her fingers down her belly.

"Pull your folds open. I want to see how pink you are."

Lori used both hands to open herself to his view, her thumbs and fingers stretching her outer lips apart.

"So gorgeous. Just how I remember. And so wet." He grazed his finger over the line of groomed hair above her p.u.s.s.y.

"I like this little runway you have going up the middle. Do you shave it yourself?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'll be doing it now."

Lori's p.u.s.s.y leaked. There was no way to hide it in this position. She would do anything to ease the ache building in her lower belly from need.

"You're awfully stiff. Will you come if I stroke your c.l.i.t?"

"Probably, Sir." She'd always been easy to arouse under his administration, but not this easy. It had been too long without him. She couldn't keep her body from reacting to his dominance. Her p.u.s.s.y was soaked and her skin was splotchy and pink.

Lori moaned again at the suggestion.

"Touch your c.l.i.t for me." Jude held her thighs with both hands.

When she stroked the bud, the contact made her lift her a.s.s off the bed.

"Oh, baby, you are easy. It's been so long, hasn't it?" He stroked her belly and up between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. When he reached her chin, he caressed her lips in a circle, but his attention focused on her c.l.i.t. "Calm down, baby. I don't want you coming without permission."

She nodded, but her teeth were gritted and she blinked several times.

"Easy," he soothed. "Deep breaths."

h.e.l.l, she was as close to coming as she'd ever been. Jude kept fondling her-her cheek, her chin, her neck, her shoulders, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"I want you to pump two fingers inside your p.u.s.s.y, and you're not allowed to come."

Lori was still holding herself open. She let go with one hand and pressed two fingers inside as slowly as she could manage. She didn't bend them, not wanting to make things worse by touching her G-spot.

"Look at me, baby," Jude commanded, his voice harsher than it had been for several minutes.

She tried. Her eyes were glazed over and she had trouble focusing.

Jude held her gaze as he instructed her. "I know you don't m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e like that, baby. Curl your fingers and drag them across your G-spot."

She held her breath and flicked her fingers over the spot that would send her soaring on a normal day.

"Good girl. Pull them out and suck them clean, baby."

She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked her juices off. Salty and sweet.

"s.e.xy." Jude inched his fingers closer to the juncture of her thighs. He held her open wide with his thumbs. "f.u.c.k yourself, baby."

Lori held herself rigid as she pushed her fingers back inside. She was so close it took all her concentration not to come. Sweat beaded on her forehead even though the room was not warm.

"Fast and hard. Show me how you usually m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e."

She stiffened, stroking over her G-spot several times.

She moaned deep and loud, unable to hold off. "I can't... Sir, I'm going to come."

"Wait for it," he demanded. "Control, baby."

Her head fell back and she rocked it side to side on the headboard. "Ahhh. Please."

"Not yet, baby." Jude released his hold on her and pulled her hand out of her p.u.s.s.y to suck her fingers clean. He moaned around the digits, licking them individually and together, over and over, until she was mesmerized by his attentiveness.

When he finished, he shocked her by plunging two of his own fingers into her. Immediately she shot sky-high once again. His fingers were twice the size of her own, and it had been a long time since Lori had had anything that invasive inside her.

Her eyes popped open wider and she stiffened, going from zero to sixty in less than two seconds.

He set his thumb on her c.l.i.t and pressed it hard while he stroked inside her. With his free hand he grabbed her neck and held her head to face his. "So tight, baby. Remember my touch?"

She opened her mouth, but she didn't speak. She couldn't. The question was ludicrous and besides, she was nearing o.r.g.a.s.m.

She lifted her pelvis toward the friction inside her. "Oh G.o.d." She writhed beneath Jude's touch. Without him holding her down, she had more freedom. She bucked into him, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing with the movement.

She edged closer to o.r.g.a.s.m. She gripped her thighs with both hands until her nails dug into her skin. The subtle pain grounded her.

As she neared o.r.g.a.s.m once again, she groaned, her entire body partic.i.p.ating. Her legs shook and she held her breath around the sensations. Just as quickly, Jude pulled his fingers out of her, putting a halt to her building need. As her eyes widened further, he wiped her lips with her own juices until she opened for him. "Suck yourself off me."

She did as he told her, licking her way up his fingers until they were clean. Her p.u.s.s.y screamed for release. Her belly ached, a deep longing gripping her insides.

"I enjoy watching you as you lose yourself."

He enjoyed it? She was nearly panting.

Jude tweaked her nipples again and then reached for her wrists, grasping the cuffs she'd put on herself. He brought them to his lips and kissed her palms.

Jude leaned back, leaving Lori bereft of his touch. "Scoot forward a bit, baby." He set a hand on her shoulders and lowered her onto the bed. Her legs remained spread, her p.u.s.s.y wide open. She'd give anything to come. Instead she eased back from the edge he'd led her to moments ago.

Jude sat to one side, leisurely leaning on his hand. He stared down at her as she tried to ignore his gaze. "Play with your nipples again, baby." He stroked a finger over the tips of both nipples as he spoke and then ran that digit down the center of her body, not quite reaching her s.e.x. "I love how you can make them swell with your own fingers."

Lori lifted her hands to her chest and gently began to toy with herself, flicking, twisting and pinching her tight buds. She wished he would f.u.c.k her, but she knew him better than that.

Her fingers shook to do his bidding.

"I'm going to stroke inside your p.u.s.s.y again. You aren't to come. Do you have control now?"

"Yes, Sir." She wasn't overly confident, though.

Jude's finger was colder now, and when he entered her, she nearly lifted off the bed. She tried to get a grip with her heels but couldn't make purchase with the mattress. G.o.d. She shot right to the edge again rapidly.

"Good girl." He removed his finger to stroke her outer lips, ignoring her c.l.i.t.

That one finger was maddening. She sucked her lips in between her teeth and tried to think of something else. But Jude was all consuming. She couldn't escape his control over her body even with her mind.

"Look at me, baby."

Lori tried to focus on Jude's face above her own.

He smiled. "You remember, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she murmured on an exhale. She stared at his face, knowing by his narrowed gaze what she was up against.