Chapter Three
GOD, SHE WAS FUCKING GORGEOUS.
Leo stared at her naked body displayed for his view. The stiffness was gone, along with the ghosts in those beautiful Gypsy eyes. Bound to the cross, naked body offered up to him for any wicked thing he decided, he savored every expression flickering over her beautiful face. Yes, she responded nicely to restraint. He’d wondered if her analytical brain would fight, but it seemed once her options were stripped away, it was easier for her to surrender.
He’d played with many women before, and not once had they blurted out exactly what they were thinking when asked. It was obvious Scarlett was caught in her head, but once commanded, she let go. When he asked a direct question, he got a direct answer, which combined an intriguing mix of confidence and submissiveness. Watching her fall apart on him was going to be the most fun he’d had in a long time. Poor little subbie didn’t realize what was about to happen.
Because he intended for her to fail his challenge.
His dick throbbed painfully. When she shut off the doubts, she exploded in his arms with a feminine demand he intended to tame. Once redirected, all that passion would be a magnificent thing to channel and explore.
But this was only for tonight.
Leo buried the disturbing thought. He didn’t want to linger on the possibility he’d never see Scarlett Rose again. In a short time, she’d dug under his skin, and he needed more time.
But for now, he’d concentrate on how far he could push her into pleasure.
He approached with slow deliberateness, tugging at her hair, smoothing his palm over her shoulder blades and up the stretched muscles of her arms, giving her occasional touches or strokes on various body parts to keep her off balance. Her breath came in choppy gasps, and her skin was damp and flushed. Her pussy was glistening, the bare folds allowing him to glimpse her hard clit and the depth of her arousal. Those hourglass hips were made for gripping and deep fucking. He kept a close study on his beautiful prey, choosing silence for now to allow her to sink into the mode of submission.
“I’m going to use you now, Scarlett. Put my fingers and tongue inside you to see if I can make you scream. Stroke and lick that pretty pussy, suck on your clit, bite your nipples, and try to get you to orgasm. But you won’t, will you, little one? Because I told you not to.”
There. Her reaction shuddered from her core, evident in her widened eyes and dilated pupils, the stiffening of her body in anticipation. He breathed in the spicy scent of her arousal, coated on her inner thighs. Oh, she was sweet. To be the first to watch her shatter would be a humbling experience.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“And your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Very good.” He began with her breasts, plumping them in his palms, enjoying the heavy weight and sway. Her nipples were cherry red, reminding him of an ice cream sundae ready to be devoured. She trembled under his touch. The chains clinked gently when she tried to pull at her bonds. “If you were mine, I’d make you go topless all the time. I’d watch your breasts bounce as you walked. Watch your nipples harden in the cool air. I’d demand full access so I could play. I think there’d be many games we’d enjoy. Ice cubes. Hot wax. Clamps. Sensation play is one of my favorites.”
He plucked at the tips, experimenting with the level of pain she liked. Gradually, he increased the pressure, watching her face, enjoying the glazed look in her dark eyes behind the mask and the way her mouth fell open in a tiny little O. “I’d want to fuck these breasts. Slide my cock between them and come all over your chest while you watched.”
A moan escaped her swollen, damp lips. This time he squeezed with merciless pressure, finding the limit where pain refused to meld to pleasure, then lowered his head to suck hard on her nipple. He feasted and savored the taste of her skin, the clean, citrusy scent of her body lotion. He took his time, licking and learning the texture and level of sensitivity until her nipples were engorged and gleaming wet in the light. He examined his handiwork, noting the helpless tremble in her limbs, the gentle clink of chains with each pull, the fierceness of determination on her elegant face.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, trailing a finger down her rounded belly. “You’re doing so well, Scarlett. Such a good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice came out husky and raw.
“What other things should I do to this body tonight? Shall I spank your pussy while you lay open to me? Clamp your nipples? Kiss your body with the tip of my flogger while I push a vibrator deep in your cunt?”
He studied the shudder that shook her; the glaze of lust in her dark pupils. Oh, yes, she liked the idea of it all. And he wanted to give it to her, but right now he needed her orgasm. Needed to watch her fall apart under his hands so he could punish her the way he really wanted.
“Yes, Sir. All of it.”
“A perfect answer.” He dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. Then he did what he’d been waiting for.
He sunk to his knees.
She sucked in a breath as he began to stroke her thighs, caressing the long length of her limbs, the back of her knee, the dip of her foot. He took his time, watching her body stiffen in anticipation, and finally reached her damp inner thighs. Her needy pussy practically begged for him.
God, he had to taste her or he’d go out of his mind.
With one quick movement, he parted her lips wide, exposing her hard clit. She was swollen and wet and so damn hot, he was ready to come in his pants. She gasped out a breath and those hips began to rock, desperate for what he could give her.
“Look at me,” he commanded. Her gaze snapped to his. “Watch me suck your pretty little clit and make you come. You want to come, don’t you, Scarlett?”
“But I’m not allowed, Sir,” she choked out.
He grinned slow. “That’s right. Thank you for reminding me.”
Her groan was like music drifting to his ears a moment before he opened his mouth and dove in.
She tasted like musky earth and soaring sky; of salty ocean and sweet honey. Her cries filled the air as he circled the hard nub with his tongue, alternating soft licks with sharp bites. He dove three fingers deep into her channel, rubbing with an insistent pressure she tried desperately to fight but it was a battle he’d planned for her to lose. Helpless, she writhed against his mouth for more, his name a sweet chant, and then he closed his lips over her clit and sucked hard, continuing to work her with his fingers.
She came with a violent scream. Her body shuddered with the release, jerking against him, and after he’d tasted the last drop of her essence, he got to his feet.
Slumped over, the chains held her upright. Her face was relaxed with her release, but as the knowledge began to slowly dawn, those eyes widened in panic. Leo held back his chuckle, enjoying the moment when she realized she was in big trouble.
“Did you disobey my command?” he asked, his voice a whiplash. “Did you come?”
Misery etched out the lines of her face. Her lower lip trembled. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“As am I. Now, let’s try this again and perhaps you’ll obey me this time.”
Her pretty mouth dropped open in shock. “You’re going to do it again?”
His look was harsh, and she immediately backed up. “I mean, you’re going to give me another chance, Sir?” she squeaked out.
He bit back the urge to laugh. God, she was perfect. A combination of innocence and stubbornness, new to this world that had begun to seem jaded. Perhaps, he’d been with too many experienced subs, not allowing himself to experience the joy of initiating a newbie.
“Yes, Scarlett. Don’t disappoint me.”
He turned his back on her and walked to the bureau, taking out a bullet sized vibrator that was basic but emanated some decent power. He moved slow, making sure she saw exactly what he was about to do so she had plenty of time to prepare herself. Kneeling in front of her, he set the toy to the lowest vibration and slipped it inside her still pulsing channel. She jerked a bit as he slid past her clit, then settled as the humming vibrator slid home. Leo knew it would keep her body on alert, poised perfectly at the edge. Her face scrunched up as she seemed to get her mind ready for the battle ahead. Poor little subbie. She had no idea what was about to come.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, let’s see how you’ll look with a little dressing, shall we?”
A small frown settled on her brow. He moved back to the drawer and pulled out a set of nipple clamps with red jewels attached. Definitely rubies to match those deep red lips. Leo noticed her eyes had widened when he returned, as she began to understand the game rules had been upped. He pressed a kiss to her swollen, damp lips, then lowered to suck on her nipple.
Already sensitive from his previous play, they stiffened further, allowing him to easily slide on the clamp. He notched it a few cranks for discomfort but not actual pain. He addressed the other nipple, then stood back to admire his handiwork.
Caught in his chains, the rubies dripping from her nipples glittered in the light. Her hips rolled unconsciously in time to the vibrations inside, trying to fight the normal impulse to chase her orgasm.
“You are perfect,” he declared. “My gorgeous fuck-toy, ready to please me. It’s time for me to play. Remember, Scarlett, you have one job. Do not come.”
“Y-y-yes, Sir.”
He began round two slow and easy, biting down her neck, tugging gently on the rubies so she jerked with sensation, gripping her full hips and digging his fingernails in with bruising force. She responded to every touch like she was made for his hands, her determined will to fight the pleasure at the same time she embraced it, her mind and body on a beautiful collision course he directed. Covering every inch, he sucked and licked and bit, until she trembled violently in his arms, little cries escaping her lips as she tried to hold on.
By the time he dropped to his knees, she was hanging on the edge. He moved the vibrator inside her faster, ramping up to the next level, and began to tongue her clit, circling the sensitive bud with light licks meant to tease and torture. A helpless plea ripped through the air and with a shudder, she began to fall apart.
He backed off just in time, removing his tongue from her clit and stopping the vibrator. She panted. A tiny frown of concentration creased her brows, along with an expression of frustration and relief.
Damn, she was fun to play with.
He began the whole process again. And again.
When her legs began to shake and her head tossed back and forth in agony, Leo decided it was time for her to fail. He ramped up the vibrator and closed his lips around her hard clit.
“Sir! Oh, please, I can’t—”
“You can. I want you to hold on.”
“Oh, God!”
He moved the vibrator faster, licked faster, and tugged hard on her right nipple clamp.
A violent scream blasted from her lips, and her body gave up and gave in, convulsing with the strength of her orgasm. He bit her clit, pumping the vibrator with ferocity, and she caught another one, jerking in the chains with the power of her release. When he’d pushed her all the way, he slowly eased the vibrator out of her soaking pussy. He rolled to his feet and studied the woman before him.
Her skin was flushed and damp with sweat. She hung limp as a ragdoll, caught in his chains, the rubies gleaming from her stiff nipples. Still hidden partly behind her mask, inky dark eyes glazed with pleasure, a small, soft smile on her lips.
“Scarlett? What did you do?” he asked, curious to see if she’d panic or was too far gone with her release to care yet.
She blinked. Roused to stare at him for a while, looking as if she searched for words that made sense. “Ooops. I did it again, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head, but couldn’t help his lips from twitching. He enjoyed twisting punishment to serve his purposes, especially when giving her multiple orgasms was the most fun he’d had in months. “I’ll have to find another way to punish you.”
“I think so, Sir.”
With his dick aching for relief, he pushed his own need aside and gave into his desire to comfort. He put the vibrator on the table for cleaning, grabbed a bottle of water, then released her bonds, rubbing her wrists and ankles until the blood began to flow back. Gathering her against his chest, he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. She embraced him with a naturalness that made his throat tighten and a strange need churn his gut. She fit perfectly in his hold, her skin warm and damp, her head tucked under his chin, arms wrapped tight around him. Leo tugged the covers over her for warmth.
A small sigh of contentment drifted to his ears. He smiled, stroking her tangled hair back from her face, rocking her gently against him. “How do you feel, little one?”
“So, good, Sir. But sorry I disobeyed you.”
He chuckled. “We’ll need to work on your self-control.”
“I’ll do better next time, Sir.”
The words hit him like a sucker punch. He wanted a next time. Did she? Could this be more than a one night between strangers? Yes, he was heading to Vegas, but maybe he could find a way to make this work if she was willing. He tucked the knowledge away, figuring later he’d broach the subject and probe a bit more.
Right now, the evening wasn’t over.
“Drink some water,” he commanded, unfastening the top and handing her the bottle. She drank half the bottle and he set it on the nightstand. She snuggled back into his arms sleepily, and amusement cut through him. Time to go back into Dom mode. “Are you ready, little one?”
Her breathy little sigh made his dick twitch. “Hmmm?”
“I want you to flip onto your stomach and lay yourself over my knee. It’s time for your spanking. I’m going to make sure you never forget to properly address your Dom again.”
She sprung up from his lap, drowsiness gone. He studied the color in her cheeks and allowed a small smile to rest on his lips.
“Sir. I still have the nipple clamps on.”
His smile widened. “Yes, you do. Now, flip over and show me your sweet ass, Scarlett. Don’t make me ask again.”
One second passed. Another. He spotted the moment she embraced the power of surrender; the intoxication of being told exactly what to do. Within those magnificent eyes lay a fierce excitement and need to please that fed his inner hunger and need for dominance. The beauty of the puzzle pieces sliding together into a perfect fit humbled him—black and white; dark and light; pain and pleasure; Dom and Submissive.
He savored all of it and waited for the final assent.
Her gaze lowered. “Yes, Sir.”
Slowly, she wriggled herself around, lay carefully over his lap, and waited.