Fortune (18 page)

When the plug was firmly seated, he pressed the wide flange against her, pushing it deeper just to get a reaction. “How does that feel, naughty girl?”

“Naughty? I’m trying to be good. Why naughty?”

“Because I say so,” he chuckled, slapping her ass. “And because you love what I’m doing to you right now.”

She made some token sounds of disagreement, her hands pulling down on the rope that bound her, but he slipped a finger down to press against her sodden slit and her mutterings turned into a long sigh.

He chuckled again. She was such a hedonist when she got excited. He helped her up off the bed and made her stand straight and still before him, despite the sensation of the plug inside her narrow passage. “Okay, girl. This is how it goes. I’m going to lube up my cock really well and then I’m going to work it slowly into your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you. It will hurt like hell for the first few moments but just breathe through it, okay? As long as you relax, you’ll survive.”

“What if I don’t survive?”

“I’ll clean you up before I deliver your corpse to your parents.”

Her outraged glare made him laugh out loud. “Look, you’re going to fucking love this. Okay? So bend over the bed now and spread your legs.”

She obeyed him, moving slowly. He noted the shiver and also the lust in her eyes. She bent over just as she’d been at the club but there was no spreader bar here. He stepped between her legs and acted as a spreader himself, pushing her feet even farther apart using his own. “Yes, just like that. Now stay.”

She moaned softly as he removed the plug and tossed it on a towel on the floor for her to clean later. He generously lubed up his cock, then put another good-sized dab on her anus. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance with one hand, holding her waist with the other.

“Okay, this is the hard part. Just relax, even when you feel a little pain. It will get better.”

He rocked against her, pressed in just a little, then out. The plug had stretched her a bit, but not much. She wiggled her hips and took a deep breath. With careful control, he pushed deeper, let his weight fall forward so just the head of his cock breached her. Her reaction was instant, a wail and a struggle. “No,” he said sharply, putting both hands on her hips to hold her still. “Don’t pull away. Relax. This is the worst of it.”

“It hurts. You’re hurting me.”

“I know.”

“You’ll tear me!”

“No, I won’t. Your body will adjust to it. Just…” He shifted in her ever so slightly, inching forward. “Just give it a minute.” He rubbed her back, then leaned down to massage her shoulders. “You’re my good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re making me so happy. This feels so good, taking you in the ass. I’ve wanted this so badly.” Again he inched forward with slow, deliberate care. “I love you like this, so horny and nasty. My nasty little sex toy. My little doll.” He felt it, the instant she stopped fighting it and let her muscles relax. “Oh, yes…yes…you’re so good.” He slid deeper, grasping for control. She was so hot, so tight. The frantic, desperate noises she was making brought the animal inside him to life. He took her waist and slid in her to the hilt. She moaned as he drew out nearly all the way only to sink inside her again. Her hands struggled against the ropes and her hips twitched, fighting his control the only way she could. His feet kept hers spread. He leaned down, close against her, feeling her heat, her erotic electricity. He snaked a hand down her front and slid his fingers into her pussy, fingering her clit.

“What did I say earlier?” he asked hoarsely. “What did I say you could do with my cock in your ass?”

“Come! You said I could come.”

She was arching her hips forward against his fingers, seeking the stimulation. Each jerk and arch launched an almost unbearable cascade of pleasure from his cock down into his balls and taint. “Yes…yes…” he said, thrusting deep, stroking her clit and then pinching it so she bucked even harder. “Come for me. Come with my cock in your ass.”

She was nearly sobbing. He understood perfectly how she felt—his own arousal was reaching the breaking point. “Come, damn you. Come now. Come for me, you gorgeous little anal slut.”

With a cry and gasp she let go, gave herself up to the carnal decadence, to the brute insistence of his possession. Her back arched. Her ass squeezed him and set off white-hot pulses of pleasure that exploded out of him and into her. He held her hands, pressing to her. Even bound, she managed to scratch the back of his palm in the throes of her uncontrolled ecstasy.

It was awhile before he untied her. For a long time he just lay over her back, nuzzling her neck and shoulders, whispering, “Good girl.”

Chapter Nine

It was an unseasonably warm day for early February. Still cold, but warm enough. Kat and Ryan were at her parents’ home to celebrate her twin nephews’ seventh birthday and the weather was so temperate they moved the party outside so the children could run around and play. Later they would need to leave to pick up Ryan’s friends from the airport, a childhood pal and his wife with their young child. Kat was excited and a little nervous about meeting them since the guy, Dave, was Ryan’s best friend. What if he didn’t like her? And they were a Dom/sub couple too, Ryan told her. That freaked her out, but kind of fascinated her also. She wondered how other couples like them interacted on a day-to-day basis. So far, she’d just been stumbling along with Ryan’s guidance. She had no idea if she was anything approaching a “good sub”.

But for now they were awash in wrapping paper, punch and presents. The brothers-in-law milled around the barbecue, drinking beer and turning brats and kielbasa. They were speaking English for once in deference to Ryan. Kat watched, bemused, as her unflappable Dominant tried to blend in and act casual. Processed meats horrified him. She knew she’d have to listen to a diatribe about the evils of kielbasa all the way to Logan Airport.

While the men manned the grill, Elena circulated making sure everyone was having fun. Dmitri had long since retired with a headache. Children’s parties were never his thing.

Kat sat on the other side of the patio with her sisters. They were like feudal festivals, these family gatherings, with the women and men separated. But it always happened because the men liked to talk men stuff and the women liked to gossip the way women did. Before, Kat used to drift somewhere in between, on the outskirts, feeling detached and unwelcome in either group. Not that anyone had actually excluded her… She just hadn’t felt anything in common with them. Now her sisters huddled around her talking babies and husbands and work woes while Kat stared at Ryan and daydreamed about the night before.

He’d tied her up—again—the most intricate shibari yet. It had taken nearly an hour, not that she’d been keeping track. Watching his fingers, feeling the rope slide across her skin, waiting for his intent gaze to fall on her before it returned to the work at hand… All those sensory experiences had grown comfortable and familiar to her and were more than enough to keep her occupied and not bored.

He’d tied her on her back with her knees drawn up slightly, her wrists clasped to her front. He hadn’t even bothered with the collar—she felt submissive and restricted enough by the confining design. He had used yards and yards of hemp rope drawn from his copious supply. By the time he was finished, every part of her was trussed into a neat, secure package. The front of her had been an intricate web of beautiful macrame, and the back an ingenious crisscrossing design. His fingers were so beautiful, so deft as he worked. She’d thought, at the end, that he was like some kind of spider spinning a web around her, ensnaring her.

She was truly caught.

One of her sisters, Irina, nudged her. “Katyusha, you’re staring. I can’t say I blame you,” she added with a smirk. The other women emitted low teasing sounds of agreement.

Kat blushed and turned away, pretending innocence. “I’m just wondering when the kielbasa will be done.”

Olga made a suggestive comment in Russian about hot sausage, which sent the entire group into gales of laughter. Ryan looked over at them and Kat waved back.

“He makes you happy,” Zinaida said. It wasn’t a question. Kat supposed it showed.

“Yes. He’s a good man. He’s very…focused. Patient. Kind.”
Sexy. Funny. Trustworthy. Faithful. A genius.
When she enumerated all his qualities in her head she wondered why she couldn’t let go of that last bit of self-preservation. Why she couldn’t believe, even now, that everything would be okay. She still waited for disaster, still waited to lose interest. Still waited for heartbreak and devastation that never came.

He was folding paper now, using discarded gift-wrap to make origami animals for the children. They milled around him, asking for this animal or that, and each time he produced it precisely as asked, holding it out to the eager grasping hands with a flourish. The children laughed and always begged for another. He complied, manipulating the paper with the same agile fingers that had tied her into knots the night before. The children watched every movement, open-mouthed and astounded. Even this endeared him to her, this silly origami obsession. The production of cranes at home had waned somewhat, stalled in the eight hundreds. Perhaps he believed his wish had already come true. He smiled at the children, truly smiled as he interacted with them. Not the fake smile adults put on sometimes, but a true smile. The only smile she ever saw from him. He was so honest, so true.

And she was so fake.

Or maybe she wasn’t. She didn’t know anymore. She had pretended so long in her life that she still wasn’t sure which of her feelings were fake and which were real.

“Auntie Katya,” said one of the twins, running over. “Look what Dr. Ryan made me!”

“Hmm. Is that a flamingo or something?”

He laughed. “It’s an elephant.”

“Oh yes, I see it now.” Kat gave the boy a hug and looked over at Ryan again. He was bouncing one of the toddlers on his knee now, trying to ignore the popping, fatty encased meats sizzling on the grill just across from him. She thought she might just die, her heart felt so much for him. She thought her chest might explode from what she felt inside.

* * * * *

“And that’s why processed meat is so bad, Kat. I mean, no offense to your family, but I bet there are more toxins in one commercially produced serving of bratwurst than an entire course of childhood vaccines.”

Kat put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing, which would only rile him up more. She put on an air of innocent curiosity. “So, I mean… You know that for sure? What kind of toxins are you talking about?”

“Toxins like fat, chemical additives and preservatives—”

“Fat is a toxin?”

He gave a frustrated exhalation. “Well, yes, Kat. If you consider its adverse effect on health.”

“Isn’t fat on the food pyramid? So it can’t really be a toxin. And all those fruits and vegetables you’re always pushing on me, they’re practically silly with toxic pesticides.”

“No, they’re not. Not the organic kind.”

“The orgasmic kind?” She purposely misunderstood. “Like…cucumbers?”

“Kat—” He screwed up his face, trying not to laugh.

“Mmm…zucchini…” He was looking positively apoplectic. “So…what about stressing over what other people eat? Does that have any toxic effects on health?” She finally let out the giggles bubbling in her chest.

He shook his head at her. “You can laugh all you want, but I work with a lot of sick people. I take this stuff seriously.”

“I know. I still like you though.” She reached over and patted the hand that rested on his thigh as they cruised down I-90. He trapped it and squeezed her fingers against his palm.

“Don’t you feel better now that you eat more healthy foods?” he asked.

“I do. But every once in a while, I just like to be…bad.”

He finally smiled, relaxing. “I know that’s the truth. Speaking of being bad, I expect you to behave yourself this weekend.”

“Behave? Surely you jest.” But her face clouded as she considered. “Do your friends… Do they follow a bunch of those… What are they? Protocols and stuff?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen them in a while, since last year. Dave’s never been a real big protocol guy, but couples sometimes change over time. Look at how much more we do now than when we first started and it’s only been a few months. If they do protocols we’ll just deal with it.”

“What about us?”

“What about us?”

“Do we just act…normal? I mean…”

“Do you want to do protocols, Kat?” he asked with a grin.

“No, I mean—”

“All this weekend, every time I cough that means you’re to drop to your knees and take out my cock. Then when I blink four times, that means start sucking me.”

Kat tsked.

“And of course,” he added, “when I lay my finger alongside my nose, you know what that means.”

“Um, you’re going up the chimney?”

“No. Double penetration, silly.”

Kat laughed but then sobered as his words sank in. Ryan cleared his throat, glancing over at her.

“I guess I should tell you that this is a couple I’ve played with. We all played together, just once, back before Dave and Sophie married. As it turned out, it was the weekend Hunter was conceived.”