NoBounds by Ann Jacobs Page B

her that she could experience sexual pleasure without pain—without being
restrained. He came up behind her, rubbed his cock along her wet, swollen
pussy, pushing lightly at her asshole, her cunt, then backing away and groping
in a drawer for his stash of toys.
    “Relax, my sweet slave. And grasp your
ankles with your hands.” Gently he worked lubricant up her ass, then smeared
some on the butt plug and inserted it one bump at a time, watching her squirm
at the invasion. “Easy. Does that feel good?”
    “Oh yes. Please, Master, give me your
cock.”
    He slapped her smartly on her unmarked ass
cheek. “In good time. I want you to be quiet for me. If you can’t, I’ll have to
gag you.”
    “Yes, Master. Oh that feels so good,” she
said when he slapped her again.
    He moved away again and rifled through the
drawer. “Here, sweetheart, you asked for it.” Kneeling beside her, he inserted
a ball gag in her mouth and buckled it at the back of her head before slipping
a folded silk scarf over her eyes and knotting it securely.
    “I want you to feel my every touch.
Anticipate the next. You need neither to see nor to speak. Concentrate on my
hands, my mouth, my cock. Let me bring you pleasure.”
    She whimpered, a slight sound that escaped
the ball gag. Cole skimmed his fingers through her hair, then stood, taking the
time to nuzzle the sensitive skin at the base of her skull, bare now below the
hairline while she lay upside down. Another moan, this one barely audible, told
him that she was enjoying his attention.
    The skin on her shoulders and back felt
incredibly soft beneath his fingers, tasted slightly salty when he tongued her
there. He kissed the indentation at the base of her spine, tracing each bony
vertebra with searching fingers. When she let out a muffled cry, he gave in,
found her breasts and explored them as thoroughly as he just had her back,
adding a gentle tug on the chain that led from her nipples to her clit.
    “I want you to come for me now,” he
ordered, sliding his hands up her body and giving her nipples a hard, quick
tug. “I want your cunt hot and wet when I fuck you there.”
    A shudder tore through her as though he’d
wrenched the climax from her. Someday…someday soon, he hoped. Someday she’d
come without the stimulus of pain. Cole freed her while she still was in the
throes of orgasm and carried her to the bed. “Now, my darling slave, I’m going
to make love to you.”
    Amber had never felt such gentleness, such
caring as he’d shown in every touch. He showed her again now with the sweep of
his hands over her body, as though exploring her for the first time. His
kisses, as soft as a butterfly on her eyelids, her cheeks, her swollen lips,
aroused her once more, as much as sharp slaps and cruel tugs on the rings he’d
placed in her most tender flesh. “Yes Master,” she whispered against his lips,
“please love me.”
    “I do.” Very gently, as though she were a
fragile flower, he spread her legs and knelt between them. He teased her
unmercifully, not entering her immediately but rubbing his hard cock along her
wet, swollen slit. “This is how I’d have taken you your first time.”
    Her first time. Perhaps this was her first
time making love without shame, without the feeling that she must be punished
for wanting to be cared for by the person punishing her. Amber raised her arms
and wrapped them around Cole’s broad shoulders. She held him close as she’d
never dared to before. God, but she felt free, wanted. “I love you too,” she
told him as he plunged inside her, joining their bodies as he’d joined their
hearts when he had fastened his collar around her neck.
    This time they came together—great,
shuddering bursts of ecstasy that caught her up, carried her over the top to a
place only he could take her. A safe place, where she needed to feel no fear,
only the end of an erotic journey that wasn’t really an end but a beginning.
    More than she had in ten long years,