Chapter Thirteen

Tasha

First, obtain the key from the front desk for suite 2023 at 8 o’clock sharp.

That was the first set of instructions Jeremy sent to my phone earlier today, detailing exactly when and where he wanted me to meet him. I remember the instructions to a T as I enter the hotel lobby and walk to the front desk.

“Hi. I’m LaTasha Collins. I need the key for suite 2023,” I tell the smiling desk clerk.

Her smile grows. “Here you are,” she announces politely, handing me the key. Then she directs me to the elevator that will lead directly to the suite. “Enjoy your stay.” She winks at me.

I pause, contemplating for a second how many other women Jeremy has had come through this lobby to meet him in his hotel suite. My confidence falters for a little bit as I gaze around the lobby, wondering if anyone is thinking about what I’m wearing underneath this damn trench coat. When I see a man across the room give me a smirk, I pick up the pace to the elevator, sagging against the side railing when it closes.

I remove my trench coat and hang it up on the wooden coat rack as indicated in the next set of instructions. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. I observe how the very short black leather dress hugs every inch of my curves. The large teardrop-shaped cutout at my chest shows a considerable amount of cleavage, my breasts nearly spilling out of this thing. The lace trimming at the bottom barely reaches the middle of my thighs, which adds a nice touch. The four-inch heels definitely accentuate all of my legs’ features, hiking my ass up in ways I never knew heels could. I finally look at my face in the mirror and smile at the image I see. I look damn good. Sexy even.

“Wow,” I whisper. I manage to peel my eyes from the mirror, remembering the next set of directions.

Bring the silk scarf, nipple clamps, and ball gag I sent with you into the bedroom. There you will find more instructions.

Looking from side to side, I take in the modern décor inside the massive suite. I veer off to the left where the bedroom is, stepping inside to take in the huge bed. There’s a note sitting on a sterling silver tray in the middle of the bed. Admiring Jeremy’s attention to detail, I remove the note to read the instructions.

LaTasha,

Place the nipple clamps on the dresser at the side of the bed. Open the top drawer and remove the leather handcuffs. Get on the bed, fully dressed, heels included. Rest your body on all fours, facing the head of the bed. Tie the scarf around your head and then bind your wrists with the cuffs behind the center headboard post. Finally, lower the scarf over your eyes. I want your ass in the air and pussy on display when I walk in the room.

Holy shit. A shiver runs through my body and I feel the moisture between my legs, touching the tops of my thighs as I had strict instructions not to don underwear tonight. From the position he instructed me to assume and the shortness of the dress, my center would be on full display when he walked in the room. That level of exposure with my eyes covered both thrill and scare the hell out of me due to the vulnerability of the position. Vulnerable. Exactly how he wants me.

Taking a deep breath, I make quick work of getting into the position he has requested. The last step was covering my eyes with the scarf, leaving me totally in the dark. As soon as my eyes are covered, I feel my skin awaken. The coolness of the air hitting the sensitive folds of my core causes my heartbeat to increase with anticipation. I don’t know how long I remain in this position alone, but I can feel Jeremy’s presence the moment he enters the room. The goose bumps that sprout on my arms and legs tell me I’m no longer alone. The quickening of my heartbeat informs me that Jeremy is quietly observing every inch of my body as he often does. I want to squirm, move, to look at his face so I can know what he’s thinking of me in this position. Does he like what he sees? I can hear his measured footsteps as he walks around the bed, seemingly to make sure I’ve followed his instructions. I want to reassure him that I had, but I remain quiet, following the rules of remaining silent until given permission to do so.

“Do you know how fucking long I’ve waited to have you in this position?” he growls low next to my ear. His voice is laced with something I’ve never heard before, and it makes me even wetter.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I remain silent, swallowing the lump his compliment creates in my throat. I can hear the truth in his words. He means what he said. His words cause me to yearn for his touch, embrace, and his mouth on me. Anywhere. Touch me, dammit! I shout in my head, trying to silently convey my need to him. When I hear him chuckle, I become aware that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“We’re not rushing this tonight, doll. I’ve waited too damn long to take you exactly how I’ve imagined in my dreams.”

“Ohh,” I purr when I feel a light touch start at my ankle and makes its way up and down my calf. It’s soft and feather-like, but my already heightened state of arousal makes it feel much more content. He moves what I now realizes is his flogger made of rabbit fur to my other leg. He sweeps it up my thigh, achingly close to my pussy.

Please don’t. Please don’t. I silently beg him not to rub that flogger across my pussy knowing that I cannot take it without calling out, begging him to fuck me already.

“Tonight, you will have to ask my permission to cum. Is that clear?” He has the nerve to say that at the same time he runs the flogger across my core.

“Ahhh!” I groan.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I manage to stammer out. I have no idea how I’ll be able to keep myself from cumming if he keeps this teasing up.

“Good.”

I suddenly feel his withdrawal and miss the warmth of his body so close to mine. I hear a dresser drawer across the room open and close and try to listen for what he is going to do next. Of course I can’t tell anything, leaving me only to wonder what lies ahead.

Swap!

“Oh shit!” I cry out as the sting from the flogger penetrates my senses.

“I don’t recall granting you permission to speak!”

 Swap!

“Oh!” I cry out again in response to another sting on my upper thigh.

“Love, if you speak again without permission I will use the ball gag. Do you want that?”

I shake my head, afraid to open my mouth.

“Okay then.”

Swap! Another lash lands on my other thigh.

I manage to swallow my yell, but just barely. He keeps up with the flogger for a few more lashes, making sure to alternate where he hits me to avoid any real pain or injury. I’m panting by the time he stops. My pussy is quivering, begging for a release.

“Somebody liked my flogger.” I hear the smile in his voice as I feel his finger touch my pussy, smearing my wetness around.

I feel both of his large hands pushing the bottom of my dress up, fully exposing my bare ass for his sight. He climbs fully between my legs, nudging my knees even further apart.

“It’ time for my dinner,” he growls a second before covering my core with his mouth.

Oh God! Oh God! I silently cry out, trying my best not to scream. I pant and squirm, but I can only move so much as my hands are still bound. Plus his arms have a very tight grip around my thighs. I can do nothing but take the pleasure he is giving me. He alternates between slow, sensual licks to my folds and clit, to sucking feverishly at my swollen nub. I feel the heat burning low in my belly, snaking around to my spine. My body involuntarily pushes back against his mouth, seeking its release. I need to cum.

“P-permission to cum, sir?!” I frantically pant out.

“No!” he growls against my pussy and goes right back to eating me as if he hasn’t eaten in three days.

Fuck! I manage to swallow that curse down trying to think of anything besides what he is doing to my body. “What the fuck?! I think as I feel his tongue do the snake-like motion he does that always causes my pussy to gush even more. I try to think of something—anything—that will prevent me from cumming. I think of my latest book and which scenes I want to incorporate into the storyline. Finding that unhelpful, Danica’s story seems to be no match for Jeremy’s mouth. So I try to think about the latest television series I’ve been watching. Nothing helps. The man is relentless as he devours me. I’m so close to cumming, my legs are trembling. My total body is begging him for a release. Just when I think I can’t hold out any longer, Jeremy stops. Moving so quickly behind me that I barely notice the retreat of his mouth, until his big body reaches over me, undoing the handcuffs and unbuttoning the back of my dress. With the speed of a leopard, he deftly flips me over and removes the scarf from my eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

I blink a few times, adjusting to the light in the room. All the lights are on, allowing me to see every inch of his big frame as he towers above me on his knees between my spread legs. 

“You’re on the pill, right?”

Blinking again, I nod once I’m able to take in his words. I’ve been on the pill for a number of years due to irregular periods, which I’d told him about.  

“I don’t want anything between us.” He reaches down and pinches my nipples and again I cry out, but I cut myself off, remembering his insistence on my silence.

“I’m going to use the nipple clamps as I take you for the first time tonight.” 

A shiver instantly runs down my spine at those words and I close my eyes, inhaling deeply. I’ve secretly been waiting for weeks to feel those damn clamps. I open my eyes and stare up into Jeremy’s eyes.  His irises have darkened to almost black. The promise of pure pleasure in them causes a flutter in my belly and lower. I try to urge him with my eyes to hurry up. He must know the anticipation is nearly killing me because he reaches achingly slow across the bed to the side dresser. Not once does he remove his eyes from mine, grinning mischievously. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Finally, he pulls the clamps out of the top drawer and holds them above me, allowing me to see them. Two metal clamps are held together by a small chain and at the center hangs a lavender medallion.

“Do you remember your safe word?” His voice is laced with a barely controlled edge. He wants this as much as I do.

I nod.

“Tell me.”

“Wolverine,” I state, giving him the safe word I’d come up with weeks ago.

He nods, lowering the nipple clamps.

I gasp as the first clamp encloses around my pert nipple. Sensations of pain and then something else shoots through my body as he continues to clamp the other nipple.

“You are not to touch these no matter how it feels. If the pain becomes too much, use your safe word. Understood?”

“Yes,” I manage to croak out, still reeling from the sensations of the clamps. “Ooohh!” I yelp when Jeremy slyly tugs on the chain between the clamps causing them to briefly tighten around my nipples even more. Shit, he’s going to kill me. I yell inside my head, closing my eyes to try to regain control of my nerves.

“Eyes open!” he growls. “I want to see you when you cum.”

My eyes pop open and I swallow deeply, inhaling to try and calm my erratic heartbeat.

“I’ve waited a long time to see these clamps on you.” He’s eyeing the clamps at the same time his hand reaches up to tweak my already squeezed nipples.

Oh God! My brain yells out at the same time my back arches off the bed, unable to remain still at the eroticism of his ministrations. This is pure torture as by now my pussy feels as wet as the Gulf of Mexico. I need him to do something—anything. I squirm, wiggling my hips, needing to get some kind of relief between my legs. I attempt to rub myself against his thigh that is in between my thighs.

“Uh-uh!” He shakes his head, glowering at me. He pulls back, moving off the bed entirely.

I growl out loud in frustration, pissed off at his refusal to provide my body with the relief it desperately needs. He merely chuckles, standing at the edge of the bed as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. When he allows it to fall to the floor, my breath hitches. It’s not the first time I’ve seen his spectacular form, but I’ll never be unimpressed by his perfectly sculpted physique embellished with an array of tattoos. I run my tongue along my bottom lip wishing it was the outline of that viper tattoo of his. I make a mental note to find out what he tastes like as soon as I’m unrestrained. I watch his eyes follow the movements of my tongue as his hands reach down to remove his pants. Slowly, I allow my eyes to trail down his hard chest and six-pack abs following the V-cut of his hips to the dark hairs on his lower abdomen. When he pushes his pants and briefs down, I gasp again at the monster that springs out.

I stare at his long, veiny shaft. Again my tongue sneaks out, swiping my lower lip. Moisture pools in my mouth as well as my lower region. I swallow and inhale deeply, wondering how in the world all of him is going to fit inside me. Staring at his massive size, I know I’ll do my best to try. I raise my eyes to look into his, again trying to implore him to take me. I open my legs wider, inviting him in. I silently beg him not to leave me hanging this time.

He stalks closer to the bed, eyes penetrating mine as he climbs on, like a panther stalking its prey. His movements are measured and precise. Inch by inch, he moves closer and up my body. Finally, he is seated right between my legs, his hand brushing against the short hairs above my pussy. I have to clamp my mouth closed to keep myself from crying out, begging him to take me. I have no doubt that as much as he wants this, he would make me wait even longer and use the ball gag to silence me if I were to break his rule.

“After tonight, you’re officially mine,” he growls at the same time he brushes his cock against my pussy lips.

My eyelids lower at the intoxicating sensation, but I manage to keep them open. I nod in agreement to his declaration, knowing that there’s nobody else I’d rather belong to.

“You will take every inch of my cock. Understood?” He goads me as he begins pushing inside me.

Even if I were allowed to speak, there is no way I could, with the feeling of being stuffed invading my body. I feel every vein and inch of him slowly pushing into me. I also feel the tension from his body. I know he is doing his best to restrain himself, but I don’t want his restraint. I want it all. Deciding to silently convey I don’t want him to be careful with me, I decide to contract my pussy muscles. The very muscles he’s been training me to utilize in moments like this with the Ben Wa balls. His breath hitches as his gaze focuses on me.

“Fuck,” he whispers right before he forcefully pushes all the way inside of me, causing my hips to raise completely off the bed.

“Holy shit!” I gasp unable to hold my tongue any longer.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he warns.

I don’t know if he’s referring to me squeezing him or my speaking out of turn, or both. And I don’t have time to decide before he begins pounding into me relentlessly.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I say on a silent cry and I toss my head back to the pillow, my hands balling into tight fists at the headboard. I can feel his fingers digging into my hips as his hard rod plunges into the deepest parts of my body.

“Is this what you wanted?!” he yells, pumping his hips relentlessly.

Too turned on to even think of a coherent response, I continue thrashing my head on the pillow, giving in to the very pleasurable sensations he is giving me. I suddenly remember the clamps on my nipples as my breasts bounce up and down from the way Jeremy is drilling into me. With each of his downward thrusts, the clamps tighten and then release slightly. I somehow manage to keep my eyes open, remembering he wants to see all of my feelings. I look up at him, his lids lowered with passion and concentration, but staring directly into my eyes. I’ve never felt more connected to anyone than I feel in this moment. I begin to strain against the hand restraints, wanting more of a connection. I need to touch him to feel more of his body than just his cock and hands on me. And just as my frustration mounts at my inability to reach out to him, his lips come crashing down onto mine.

His kiss is as relentless as his thrusting cock, and I can’t get enough of either. I open my mouth wide, allowing his tongue to sweep over mine, invading every inch of my mouth. I begin raising my hips up to meet his downward thrusts. This isn’t gentle lovemaking. I knew it wouldn’t be with him. This is forceful and the kind of sex that will leave bruises in the morning. I throw my head back onto the pillow, panting needing air. But Jeremy’s lips soon find mine again, not allowing me much space apart from him. His hands move up from my waist up to my arms and then wrist, holding them down in place as his mouth invades mine. He tilts his hips and thrusts his cock to make contact with my G-spot.

Oh God! I want to cry out, knowing I’m going to cum at any moment now, but I do my best to clamp down on that feeling. Without breaking our kiss, he takes one hand encircling both my wrists and reaches down to tug at the nipple clamps. “Cum for me!” he commands against my lips, as if I had a choice after that.

The squeezing of my nipples, his lips moving over mine, and his hand holding my hands down are pushing me closer to release. His stiffness pushing on my G-spot all is the primary source of pleasure. I am powerless to do anything but listen to his command and I release the tension, allowing myself to fall. Throwing my head back and arching my back bringing my nipples in contact with his hard chest, I finally release. I wrap my legs around his lower back and squeeze my muscles around his still thrusting cock. I feel as if I am falling down a dark hole, but his grip on my wrists and whispered words in my ear keep me anchored to him where I feel safe. My body explodes. I hear a loud screeching noise only to realize seconds later that it’s coming from me as my orgasm pushes me over the edge into pure bliss.

I don’t know how long my orgasm lasts, but eventually, I come back to my body. My chest is heaving and my throat is raw from yelling as the aftershocks of my orgasm still ripple through my core. Jeremy hasn’t stopped his piston-like movement in and out of me, stroking me through my orgasm and beyond. He lifts his head to look deeply into my eyes and then pulls out. I notice the veins in his neck strain, beads of sweat dripping down his neck and chest. He tugs on his cock once, twice, three times before white hot cum squirts out, spraying over my belly and breasts. I don’t look away from him and his cum as it splatters over me, marking me as his. Seconds later, I feel his entire weight as he crashes down on top of me. I squirm, wanting to get closer to him. He reaches up, untying my wrists and I immediately wrap my arms around him. I stroke up and down his sweaty back as we allow our breathing to regulate. Once we take in adequate air, Jeremy anchors himself on his elbows and removes my nipple clamps. I moan at the sudden relief of pressure from my nipples. He quickly covers one nipple with his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, before moving to the other one, relieving the pain in both. The flame I thought was just extinguished in my core, becomes ignited once again. Just as I push up to force more of my breast into his mouth, he pulls back and moves from over me, leaving me feeling cold from the loss of his body heat. My lips turn down into a frown, wanting more of his touch.

“Come on,” he says, his voice strained as he picks me up as if I weigh nothing.

“Permission to speak?” I ask just above a whisper, still trying to find my voice because my throat is raw.

“Yes.”

“Where are we going?” I ask as he continues to carry me as if we are walking over a threshold. Wow! Where the hell did that thought come from?

“Bath,” he grunts, kicking the bathroom door open.  Carefully, he lowers me to sit on the side of the wood paneled bath tub as he fills it with lavender scented Epsom salt, soap, and warm water. Once filled three-quarters of the way, he reaches for my hand, assisting me as I step in and sit. The feeling is heavenly, and I let out something between a sigh and a moan.

“Temperature okay?” he questions, kneeling at the side of the tub.

“It’s perfect,” I purr, smiling up at him.

“Good. Scoot up,” he insists as he steps in behind me, straddling my back.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world as I ease back, allowing my body to rest against his. He begins lathering a loofah he’s pulled from the side of the tub and rubs it up and down my arms. After dipping the loofah in the water, he begins massaging my tender breasts.

“How are you feeling? Was there anything you didn’t like?”

I hear his murmured words in my ear, but I’m enjoying his hands and touch as he cleanses me far too much to respond.

“LaTasha, I need you to respond to me. Was there anything you didn’t like? Was I too rough? I’m pretty sure you’ll have some bruising in the morning.”

I grin and turn to look at him. “It was perfect,” I tell him as I reach up to cup his cheek, pressing my lips to the other side of his face. That’s the honest truth. It was perfect…well, almost. I could tell he was holding back. I know he showed restraint. I decide not to mention it as I want to enjoy this time with him.

He nods, pressing a kiss to my temple before he resumes to cleaning me. “Okay,” he says in a soft breath. He scrubs my back and I purr in response. The growing stiffness in his cock poking in my back tells me he is not immune to the sound emanating from me.

I feel his head press against the back of my head. “I was really trying not to take you for a second time tonight, but that’s going to be impossible.”

I giggle. “Don’t hold back on my account,” I encourage.

And just like that, bath time suddenly ends and within minutes, I find myself flat on my back with Jeremy’s hard rod thrusting into me once again. My hands are bound above my head by his strong hands. For the rest of the evening, Jeremy shows me just how adept he is at bringing my body the pleasure I’ve craved for so long.