Fiend (An Erotic BDSM Romance Novel) (Cravings Book 2)

  “No, sir.”

  “Good.” I felt him reach off the bed for something before his hands pulled my hair from underneath me. “Lift your head, I am going to put the headphones on now. I am also going to place a small ball in your hand — if you feel like you need to stop at any time, drop it or use your voice, but I want you to have another method since you will be quite… overwhelmed.”

  “Understood, sir.” I didn’t really, but I knew I would shortly. He pressed a ball that was about the size of a walnut into my right palm and closed my hand around it. It was small enough I could hold it but not so small I’d forget it was there, which I assumed was the point.

  He slid heavy headphones over my ears before helping me rest my head back against the pillow. It was a bit awkward with the thick circle over my ear as it pressed into the soft pillow, but I found the pillow adjusted around it to still comfortably support my head.

  The song playing was one with a heavy beat and futuristic sounds. It was easy to get lost in and after a moment I had nearly forgotten where I was except for the fact that my arms and legs were immobile.

  Closing my eyes, I realized I may as well have been blindfolded because I had no desire to keep my eyes open. All I could see was directly next to the bed and from the shift of the mattress, John was more toward the foot. Something slowly wrapped around one leg, then the other before wrapping around each arm.

  John’s hand slid up my back until he could grasp my hair, and thus lift my head. My eyes opened immediately as I gasped. His face was in my view and he had a strand of pearls in his hand. It was then I knew exactly what was wrapped around me. It was pearls. He’d surrounded me with the precious stones.

  Releasing my hair, he carefully threaded the strand he’d held under me to wrap it around my neck in addition to the one I already wore. Except he didn’t leave it like a necklace; no, instead he trailed the two long ends down my back before I felt them being pressed between my crack.

  His palm came down on one side of my ass and I clenched my cheeks together. A soft pat on the sore cheek let me know that was exactly what he’d wanted. It was getting hard to focus on what he was doing or anticipate what would be next since the music was pulsing through my ears, my blood pounding in time to it. The pearls added to the feeling of restraint from the bindings on my wrists and ankles. Then there were the pearls around my neck, just tight enough that if I clenched my cheeks hard enough, they dug into my throat.

  A sharp, pricking sensation ran down the bottom of one foot from the tip of my big toe to my heel. I squirmed from it. It hurt, but not so much I couldn’t handle it. When it disappeared, I expected it on the opposite foot, but the spines of the Wartenburg wheel wandered over the inside of my thigh. When I jumped again, John’s hand landed on my ass sharply. I cried out. He didn’t want me to move and I knew it, but couldn’t help it when I had no idea where he’d move to next.

  Reaching the apex of my thighs, the pricks disappeared. He wasn’t pressing hard enough to pierce the skin, which I knew he could, but hard enough I knew I’d have little impressions left behind for a while.

  Long moments passed without a touch of any kind and I relaxed, calming my breathing. The spines returned to my other foot and I bit down on my lip so I didn’t squirm. Each time a point pushed against my skin, I felt a pulse within my pussy answering with its own cry of need. The pain moved to my unused thigh and the higher it climbed the closer I drew to a building orgasm. I couldn’t get off from it, but I could get damn close. The sharp spikes of pain made me want to writhe, made me want to beg, but I did neither.

  The fun was just starting and I wanted to keep from begging as long as I possibly could. This was a test to show John I could take everything he wanted to give me. I could be all he needed. I knew it deep in my heart and I wanted to make sure he knew it as well.

  John gripped the side of my panties and yanked on them. The elastic stretched, drawing them up into my slit painfully before I felt them tear under the force he exerted on them. I squirmed until I felt his chest press against my thighs and he tugged on the other side, tearing the rest of them from me. Relief. The damp fabric had rubbed abrasively against my tender flesh.

  I jumped when I felt something cold press against my heated skin. John’s fingers slid along the outside of my pussy lips, never touching where I needed him. I was glad I’d made time to get waxed earlier in the week so I knew it was as smooth as it could be for him.

  His touch disappeared, only to be replaced with something else, something foreign. The item seemed to loosely cup my entire pussy at once and a moment later I knew why. It was a pump. It sucked my clit and pussy lips up into it, sensitizing them further. While I’d never experienced one before, I had done research and knew what to expect — or so I thought.

  The pump’s grip on me grew tighter and tighter and I moaned as it became almost too much, then it stopped. I could feel all the blood in my body rushing toward that single point, enlarging it slightly. Just when I thought the pressure was subsiding, it sucked me up again and again, pushing me toward the fine edge of pain, and then — nothing.

  John ran kisses down the exposed skin between the strands of pearls on my thighs and when he reached my core, all pressure seized as he released me from the pump. Blood pounded in my clit as my arousal reached an entirely new level I’d never known before.

  His lips took my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, making me whimper while clenching my hand tighter around the ball in my hand. It was the only part of my body I seemed able to control or do anything about. The only thing left to ground me from the multitude of stimulations bombarding me at once.

  The air smelled strongly of the scent that always seemed to accompany John’s presence. The music was dull in my ears as I concentrated on what was going on between my thighs. My eyes were closed tightly, not needing anything to distract my mind from the pleasure being rained upon me.

  As quickly as his mouth had latched onto me, it was gone. In its place was the pump. I lost track of how many times he switched between his mouth and the plumping instrument. All I knew was I was incredibly sensitive and being held on the brink of an orgasm the entire time, but he always made sure to stop just short of me falling into bliss. Finally I couldn’t handle any more.

  “Please, sir, I can’t.. I can’t take any more. I’m too sensitive,” I gasped, barely able to form the words through the haze in my brain.

  I felt the bed shift as he moved next to me and I saw the pump being set on the table in my eyeline. Yes, he wanted me to see what he was using on me, reminding me of it even as he moved on to something else.

  When the sharp points of the Wartenburg wheel returned, I screamed. He ran them over my pussy lips gently at first, but I was so tender he might as well have broken skin with them. The longer he ran them up one side then down the other, the harder he pushed on them. It was only when I feared he’d make me bleed that I dropped the ball from my hand.

  I was floating and unable to make my lips form any words, except for moans. Instantly the points were gone and a cool cream was being spread over where it’d tormented me. The headphones were removed next and it was a shock to be plunged into the peacefulness of the room after such a long time hearing nothing but my own breathing, heartbeat and the same song on repeat.

  “How are you doing, Precious?” John asked, running his fingers over my cheek.

  I tried to respond, but I was so far into subspace I couldn’t.

  “Mmm, I do love the look on your face while you float,” he murmured kissing my cheek. “One last thing and then you can float off to sleep.”

  I heard the words, but they made no sense to my numbed brain. The bed shifted as he moved between my thighs once more. There was a firm, hard pressure before I realized he was entering me.

  A moan escaped me as I welcomed him. In one thrust, he was fully in me and I felt a tug on the pearls around my neck.

  “Shit, you are so wet,” John groaned, huskily. “I need
you to come. I need to have you bathe me in your release, then I’ll fill you with my come so deep you’ll never be free of me.”

  His hips pistoned into me. Skin slapped against skin as I was jostled on the bed. My orgasm, which had been fading, ignited and started a fire in every limb of my body as it crawled through me toward the powder keg between my thighs. Closer and closer the flames moved toward the impending explosion.

  “Yes, that’s it, Precious. Suck me deeper. Wrap around me so tight it hurts. Fuck. Yes!” he cried out, moving even faster against me as he tightened the cord around my neck. I struggled to draw breath, but it heightened every sensation I was feeling. The pearls on my legs slid along my skin as he moved, feeling like little hands everywhere, touching me, caressing me.

  When I exploded, I felt like every molecule in my body had combusted and I was no longer a living thing, but simply a rush of emotions. Higher than I’d ever been before.

  I heard John grunt as he followed me over the cliff. The pressure around my windpipe released and I drew in a deep breath as I slowly returned to my body, which was still twitching from such an intense orgasm.

  Slowly John removed the pearls he’d draped me in, then the bindings on my wrists and finally the ones on my ankles. He grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand I hadn’t spotted before. Sitting next to me, he slowly used the oil to massage each of my extremities back to life.

  “You okay?” he asked finally curling up next to me. His hand gently slid up and down my spine.

  “Yes. More than fine. Sleep. Now,” I grumbled not in the mood for talking. He chuckled and pulled the blankets over us.

  “I can do that,” he said, pulling me to his chest. “Sleep well, Precious.”

  I mumbled something unintelligible as I snuggled into him. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper.

  “I love you, Alix. You are mine, all mine. I refuse to let you go. Ever. I can’t live without you.”

  Chapter 12

  John

  The night had gone exactly as planned — I had wanted to show Alix how good we were together, so I’d spent hours pussy worshiping. There was nothing else I’d rather do than torment her and keep her right on the edge of coming. Sure, I enjoyed making her skin turn pink or even red at times, but there was nothing compared to her begging me to take her because she was so turned on. Nothing.

  As I’d held her I whispered words I hadn’t meant to but thankfully she’d already been asleep and didn’t hear them. I wouldn’t know what I’d do if she tried to leave me. I’d backed off on constantly checking on her because she was so open with me about what was going on with her since she’d found out who I was. I knew at some point I’d have to tell her how much more there was to how I’d met her, that I completely flat-out stalked her, but I wanted to put it off for as long as I could, possibly forever.

  Then there was the whole issue with not telling her I’d been the online counselor who’d talked with her a few times. I knew she’d feel betrayed, like I’d peered into her private life uninvited since we hadn’t really been together at that point. I was mostly thankful she hadn’t been looking for guidance since I’d revealed my identity to her, even if it had been an accident. Best damn accident to ever happen.

  We fell into a schedule of working, catching lunch together when we could and spending at least every other night together. I was working on finding a replacement for the online counseling so we could spend every night together, but just like the search for a new receptionist, it was coming up with horrible candidates. As much as I wanted to be rid of Mariah and the strain she put on Alix and my relationship, she was a good secretary and I refused to hire someone else who was less qualified simply to ease Alix’s mind. There was nothing between Mariah and me anymore and there never would be. Alix had to learn to trust me outside of the bedroom as much as she trusted me in it. Plus, if I hired someone below par, I’d have to spend a lot more time training them and getting them caught up with how I liked things done. It certainly would cut into the time I had free to spend with Alix and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

  As the months passed, I was slowly moving a few of my things into Alix’s place and she into mine so it was easier for both of us to simply head to work after spending the night together. I had decided it was time to take Alix back to the club. We’d been spending our time in exploring all the ins and outs of each other we’d missed out on in the beginning of our relationship, but I felt it was time to get back to her fear of others.

  I brought it up one morning when we were both getting ready for work at my place. We’d had sex in the shower only moments before so her skin was still flushed; her eyes gleamed bright in the mirror.

  “Precious?” I asked leaning my towel-covered hips against the counter. She was standing nude in front of me, slathering her beautiful body with lotion before putting on her garter belt.

  “Yes?” She looked at me briefly before sitting on the tub ledge and slowly rolling a stocking up one leg.

  “Tonight we’re going out after work, so make sure you don’t get too worn out today.” My cock expanded as she moved to pull on the other stocking. It didn’t matter that I watched her dress every morning. There was something sexy about the way she clothed herself so carefully, especially when I knew I would be the one taking everything back off her later.

  Once she had both stockings on, she stood and attached to them to the garter belt in seconds. She reached for her panties next and I grabbed them from her.

  “Not today. You will go without.” The flash in her eyes had my cock so hard it was like I hadn’t spilled in her only minutes before.

  “Yes, sir,” she breathed. “I can’t wait for tonight.”

  “Good. Now get on your knees.” I dropped the towel and wrapped a hand around my cock, sliding it up and down while watching as she complied. “Make me come so I’m not hard all day thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”

  She instantly sucked me into her mouth and moaned around my hot, hard flesh as it slid all the way to the back of her throat. In the months we’d been together she’d learned exactly what I liked and used it to her advantage. Her fingers caressed my balls and her teeth lightly scraped against my shaft as she bobbed her head.

  Sinking my hand into her wet locks, I watched her lips stretch over me, leaving me wet as she slid off, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. I could see her bare breast jiggling with her movements and her stocking-clad thighs spread wide to balance herself. Fucking magnificent.

  When a finger slipped behind my balls to press on my taint, teasing my perineum, I groaned. All the muscles in my neck strained as I fought to hold onto my control; no matter how good it felt, I refused to lose it until the very last second. Control is what made me the man I was and I refused to relinquish it, even to the woman I was coming to love more with every passing second. It was no longer an idea that floated around in the corners of my mind, but one that was in thick, bold font and constantly right in front. I loved Alix. I couldn’t say the words to her, not when she was awake, but I showed her with every gesture I could.

  With the sight of her on her knees and those three little words in my head, my release shot down her throat and she greedily sucked it out of me, making sure she got every drop of it. She even licked her lips once she pulled off me. She stared up at me, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth before she lowered her ass to her heels, waiting for me to tell her what to do next.

  I hooked a finger under her chin and brought her gaze to mine again.

  “I wish I could take you back to the room and show you how damn good that felt, but we don’t have time unless both of us want to be late. Since I don’t want either of us not to get off work on time, I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” I watched a frown mar her beautiful face as I held a hand down to help her to her feet. Pulling her against me as soon as she was up, I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. Plus, you know how much hotter it is when I make you wait f
or it.”

  “I do, Master.” Her voice was raspy as she breathed the words.

  “Get dressed then, Precious.” I walked out of the room to dress in the closet where all my suits hung. She joined me moments later, having put on her bra. We dressed together, sneaking glances at each other the whole time. Once we were ready, we rode the elevator down to the lobby where I kissed her until she was moaning and writhing against me. Then I went to my office. I’d had Mariah adjust my scheduling to match Alix’s so we had more time together in the mornings.

  “Morning.” Mariah smiled as she stood from her spot behind the desk when I entered.

  “Morning.” I was surrounded by her perfume as I drew closer. “Any messages?”

  “Not so far, sir. Would you like a coffee?” she asked, peering up through her lashes at me.

  “Sure. Show my first client in when they get here.” I went to prepare for my day. Mariah brought me my mug filled with coffee exactly as I preferred it. Leaning a hip against the corner of my desk as she was known to do, she ran a hand over my shoulder.

  “You have a busy day ahead of you. A lot of people needing your assistance lately.” She tossed her hair, bringing a new wave of her scent to me. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you.”

  She often touched me in one way or another and while at first it annoyed me, I simply ignored it since it was always a casual touch.

  “Okay.” I dismissed her as I lifted my mug to take a sip while reading over notes from my previous session with my first patient. She waited a beat as if expecting more of a response, but when she didn’t get it, she left.

  At lunch time, she offered to bring me back food since I’d had one patient run over on their time and was behind. I agreed and ate when I had free moments. By the time the end of the day rolled around, I was more than ready for my evening with Alix. The release would be good to help ease the stress of the day.