Chapter 19

Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.

Okay, he'd improvise. Balancing her with great care, he lifted her to the couch and arranged her so she lay on her back, bound arms behind her, the cheeks of her ass resting on her heels. He watched her carefully for signs of pain beyond the pleasure point, well aware she'd never tell him about it. When he was satisfied with her position, he picked up a tiny vibrator he'd plucked from the drawer, cleaned it carefully, and hooked it to the rope just above where it pressed against her clit. It worked with a remote and the moment he pressed the button and it began to hum, he heard Dara suck in a breath and saw her body tense.

"Too much?" he asked. He was pretty sure the answer would be in the negative. She would be used to intense pain, something for her abusive Dom's pleasure, nothing for hers.

"N-No, Sir." She moved her body, pressing down on the couch with her bound hands in an attempt to press closer to the teasing thrum of the vibrator.

"Did your Master find ways like this to give you pleasure?" He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear what she would say.

She wet her lips and exhaled a slow breath. "N-no."

"No, what?" He might be very empathetic to her but it was important not to bend the rules of behavior.

"N-no, Sir."

He managed to tamp down the feRafeng of murderous rage that wanted to rush through him again. Maybe he wouldn't beat the shithead to death. Maybe instead he'd torture him for hours on end.

Focus, Zane. Focus on the here and now.

"Then let's see if we can give you the pleasure you've been denied."

He sat on the couch at her knees. With her hands and ankles intricately bound and linked together, her body bowed upward. He watched the little vibrator do its dance, saw her try to squeeze her thighs together, but he'd made it impossible. The bare smoothness of her cunt allowed him to see how wet she was, the lips of her pussy and the pinkness of her slit shiny with her juices.

Placing his hands on the inside of her knees, he pressed them farther apart until every inch of her sweet cunt was open to him. He could see the tempting sight of her opening, a darkened rose color as heat flushed through her skin. When she tried to lift her body toward the vibrator, as if seeking to increase the stimulation, he pressed harder on her knees.

"You want to come, don't you?"

She nodded and gave a soft moan, even as she tried to jerk against his touch.

"Not yet." He reached below where the vibrator was attached and traced her opening with the tip of a finger. Her inner muscles flexed, trying to draw him in. "I'll tell you when you're ready."

She moaned again then bit her lip as if trying to hold it back.

"Don't," he told her. "I want to hear you. I want to know how hot this makes you, how long you can do this before only an orgasm will keep you from driving yourself crazy."

All the things he enjoyed with his subs, especially - No! Don't go there. Focus on this, right here, right now. That was all that mattered.

As he watched her twist and thrust in her convoluted position, his cock twitched to life again and swelled against the fly of his jeans. With impatience he struggled to control, he stood up and shucked both his jeans and his boxer briefs, kicking them to the side. He knelt on the couch, placed his hands on her knees again and once more pressed them as far apart as he could get them with the restraint of the rope. When he pressed one finger just inside her channel, her muscles clamped down on him at once.

"Please," she begged. "Please, Master. I'll be good. Please let me come."

Fuck!

Zane made his voice even and nonthreatening.

"I will let you come, girl. And I do so because you are good. This is a reward, not a punishment." He leaned toward her. "And because I believe you are a very good sub, I am going to let you come. Now."

He started to slide two fingers into her but a stronger desire propelled him into the bedroom where he hoped like hell Derek kept a supply of condoms. When he yanked open the nightstand drawer, he saw a large box of them sitting there.

Yes!

Damn Derek must spend half his time fucking his brains out.

Grabbing one, he nearly ran back into the living room where Dara was writhing and moaning on the couch. In seconds, he had the vibrator removed, the condom slipped on, and he was carefully easing himself into her slick pussy. As her channel gripped him like a wet vise, he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

Damn good thing she's near the edge because I won't last but a few seconds.

Calling on every bit of control he possessed, he began to thrust in and out of her, the slow glide and drag of his cock against her inner walls ramping up the pleasure for both of them. Any other subs he had been with disappeared from his mind as a volatile connection rose between them, locking them in a sensation both physical and emotional.

His balls drew up, the muscles at the base of his spine knotted, and the familiar icy feRafeng gripped his spine.

"Now," he growled. "Come now, girl."

She didn't need his urging. They climaxed together in an explosion that shattered him, transporting him to a place of black velvet where he sank deeper and deeper, spinning wildly. He spurted into the latex sheath again and again.

He had no idea how much time had passed before he came back to full awareness. When he did, he realized Dara was still bound in that uncomfortable position, yet she wasn't complaining. Time to get his shit together and properly care for her. Meanwhile, maybe he could figure out how his world had been rocked with such intensity and what he was going to do next.