Fever (Breathless #2)(75)

Silently, he tugged at both her hands, drawing them above her head so her arms formed a V. Then he coiled the rope around her wrists, securing them together. He pulled the rope down toward the floor and tied it to the bed frame so she was stretched forward, her body pulled in several different directions.

She was rendered immobile. She had no choice but to take whatever he chose to do. Her only defense was the word no, and she was determined not to use it. “No” hadn’t even entered her mind.

She wanted this too much. Wanted the full power of Jace’s desire. No more holding back. No more carefully orchestrated restraint.

She turned her head to the side, seeking him out, but she couldn’t find him with her gaze. But he was there. Close. She could feel him. All that coiled tension seething for an outlet.

She flinched when the tip of the crop touched between her shoulder blades and then trailed a seductive line down her spine to the cleft of her ass. It left her and she held her breath, but he didn’t strike her right away. He waited until she was forced to exhale and then fire cracked over her bu**ocks.

She gasped and tensed and then closed her eyes when the burn turned into euphoria, warm and sinfully pleasurable. A heady buzz entered her bloodstream, invaded her mind, her very soul.

“Talk to me, Bethany. I want to know what you’re feeling. Every step of the way.”

Jace’s husky voice made her eyes open. She blinked, struggling to even find the words. How could she?

Another blow, harder, more forceful this time. Her cry caught in her throat and before it could be transmitted to one of pain, it morphed into a moan of pleasure, humming from the deepest part of herself.

“Tell me,” he ordered again.

“It’s pain,” she said, a catch in her voice.

The crop left her ass where it rasped over sensitive, marked skin.

“Too much?”

There was worry in his voice. A promise that if she said the word, he’d stop.

“No!”

Her protest was immediate. A denial. She didn’t want him to stop.

“It’s pain and then it’s pleasure,” she whispered. “Beautiful, exquisite pleasure. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pain is just pain. But the pleasure is indescribable. It makes me crave the pain because I know what will follow.”

“And you want me to give you that? You want me to give you more?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please. Please.”

He leaned down to kiss the burning flesh over her ass. His lips pressed against the soft skin, sending a shiver quaking through her body. Then he pulled away and the crop descended, giving her what she wanted. Pain. Heat. Burning fire that reached underneath her skin and spread to every muscle and joint.

She went weak as the heady rush of pleasure pulsed like wild fire. Unpredictable. Sudden. Overwhelming.

“You like the pain,” he whispered. “I like giving you pain. But giving you pleasure, seeing you arch for the kiss of the crop, is magical. I ache to give you more.”

She sighed, closing her eyes as she waited for the next wave of pleasure. He rewarded her with another lash of the crop. Harder this time. Punishing and yet so very pleasurable.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

His voice was unimaginably sexy, stoking the fires inside her higher. Until it was an inferno, blowing wilder, brushing across her skin. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. She was his captive. His willing captive. And she gloried in every demonstration of his dominance.

He peppered her ass with varying lashes. Some harder, some softer. Never in the same place twice. He brought her to a frenzy until she was panting, begging, pleading over and over, and she wasn’t even sure what she begged for.

Pain had long since fled. There was only the sweetest of pleasure. Ecstasy like she’d never imagined. No one had ever taken her on such an amazing journey.

Then strong hands cupped her ass, kneading over super-sensitized flesh. Parting, spreading. His c**k touched the opening of her pu**y and nudged inward, pausing as he stretched her around his width.

She sucked in her breath and reveled in the sensation. Stretching. Burning. So deliciously full.

He pushed inward, his hands sliding to her waist, holding her, not that he needed to hold her down. She was prevented from moving by the ropes. Her legs were stretched wide, her arms pinned over her head.

But his fingers dug into her waist and then slipped down to her hips, gripping as he thrust deeply into her body.

He wasn’t all the way in. He stopped, breathing raggedly, his fingers pressing into her skin, marking her just as the crop had marked her ass.

“Okay, baby?” he whispered.

She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. But she didn’t say no and so he powered the rest of the way into her, sealing their bodies together as his balls pressed against her mound.

At first he f**ked her gently, withdrawing only to ease his way back in. But as she went wetter around him and his entry grew easier, he picked up his pace. His movements became more powerful. Her entire body jostled with the force of his thrusts.

His hips smacked against her ass. He pushed deep. Touching a part of her that hadn’t been touched before. Every time he stroked over that one spot, her entire body jumped and pleasure rocketed through her system, flinging her perilously close to release.

It was as if she had no control whatsoever over her own body. He commanded it. He owned it.