Claimed Darker by Em Brown

Chapter 10

BRIDGET

Past

My ass stings, but the discomfort takes second place—as does the discomfort of having my arms pinioned behind me, or the awkwardness of being bent over the arm of the sofa—to the intense desire stoked by Darren.

“Can I come?” I ask even before he starts pounding his fingers into me.

“Come good,” he answers

Happily, I fixate on the delicious tension coiled inside me. It springs like crazy through me. Darren pins me down so I don’t accidentally buck myself off the sofa. Shudders wrack my body, leaving me throbbing between the legs.

Darren wipes his fingers on one butt cheek. I hear him unbuckling his belt as he stands behind me. Being bound in rope is both alarming and erotic. There’s an artistry I didn’t expect to find in the rope, but I’m not completely at ease. If I rolled off the sofa, I wouldn’t have my hands to help break the fall. I can’t protect myself, so I’m placing a lot of trust in Darren. I also don’t get to do anything to him, though right now I’m content to have half my body resting on the sofa.

Darren rubs his cock between my thighs before pressing into me. I love the way he fills me. It’s better than any hand job or cunnilingus. His pelvis smacks into my still-sensitive derriere. Having come exquisitely already, I don’t necessarily expect to come again. But the arousal hasn’t completely dissipated, and I find the yearning between my legs returns.

“Am I allowed to come again?” I ask.

“You better,” he replies.

He grabs the rope at my back, holding my body in place as he thrusts harder. I close my eyes and relish the sensation of his body rubbing, smacking, driving into mine. The craving intensifies even greater than before. I wait impatiently to be hurled into the sea of rapture. I can see it coming like a wave about to crash down on me.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I mutter through clenched teeth.

My orgasm bursts through me. I cry out loudly as Darren continues to buck against me, pounding me into the sofa while I drown in ecstasy.

When I surface again, Darren has slowed his motions and withdraws. I hear him zip his pants and redo his belt. He pulls me to my feet and begins to unwind the rope.

“So far, so good?” he asks.

“Very good,” I murmur.

“Would you do it again?”

I nod.

After removing the rope, he commands, “Lie down on the table.”

“We’re not done?”

He snorts. “Lie down.”

After I comply, he ties my wrists and ankles to the legs of the table, pulling a limb to each corner. He looks over my body and runs a hand over my smooth skin, groping a breast, caressing my belly, grasping a thigh. He rubs the moist flesh between my legs.

“We’re going to try a different impact toy for your front,” he tells me.

I watch him go to the cabinet and return with a slender stick and a cordless vibrator.

“This is a cane,” he explains, rapping the point lightly on the top of a thigh. “The magic wand, you already know.”

I don’t think I’m going to like the cane as much as the flogger. He taps the cane on my belly, then against the side of my breast. I start to get a little nervous.

“Long, slow breaths,” he says. “Breathing short and shallow can increase your anxiety.”

I do as he suggests. After several breaths, he lands the cane against my thigh, hard.

“Ow!” I exclaim.

“Too much or do you think you can take more?”

I think about it. “Maybe just a little more.”

He strikes my other thigh. With a grunt, I yank against my bonds reflexively.

“Let’s try that on the other leg.”

The cane lands with a loud whack.

Holy crap!

He turns on the vibrator and places it between my thighs. I jump at the contrast in sensation. The vibrator feels so good in comparison to the cane. Desire percolates.

“Can I come?” I remember to ask before I forget later.

“We’re going to do more caning first.”

To my disappointment, he turns off the vibrator.

“Do good, and you’ll get it back,” he says.

I suppress a disgruntled growl.

He taps the cane over my body once more. My breath catches when the cane comes near my nipples. He lands the cane over the top of my breasts. The impact surprises more than it hurts. He flicks the cane over my belly. I gasp, then brace myself for the next blow, which lands sharply on the top of a thigh, and before I can reset, he smacks my other thigh. I howl.

“The walls aren’t thin, are they?” I ask after recovering. “You think people can hear me?”

His eyes glimmer. “If you’re going to be that loud all the time, then probably.”

My cheeks grow hot, but when he puts the vibrator back between my legs, my concerns take a backseat, as does the discomfort of being stretched over the hard surface of the mahogany coffee table. The vibrator works quicker than ever. Maybe from the adrenaline.

But Darren has an uncanny ability to sense when I’m close to coming. Before I can even ask permission, he withdraws the wand. I groan helplessly.

With the cane, he strikes a breast with medium force. To protect itself, my body attempts to turn from him, but my movements are severely limited. My only source of protection is the safe word. He digs the point of the cane into the side of my other breast.

“Ow, ow, ow,” I grimace.

Just when I think of invoking the safe word, he withdraws and smacks the top of a thigh instead. I start to pant. I want the flogger back. Or do I? Maybe he was just going easy on me the first time.

Bending back the cane, he swats it against the side of my thigh.

“Shit!” I scream.

Trapping a nipple between the cane and his thumb, he tugs it upward. I start to whimper. He releases my nipple, then massages the breast. I feel a little delirious from the assault.

The wand comes to my rescue, encouraging the endorphins that mute the pain.

“Can I come?” I ask.

Please say yes. Please say yes.

“Yes.”

I almost cry with relief. My orgasm bowls through me, knocking me into another plane. I have zero control over my body as it writhes and spasms on the table. He back off a little, then resumes applying the wand against me. The first wave hasn’t even settled before I’m launched again into an even more acute climax. It’s a good thing the coffee table is a sturdy piece of furniture.

When it’s all over, I’m throbbing like crazy between the thighs and my abdominal muscles are sore. I must have tugged hard on my bonds because my wrists and ankles burn slightly.

But it was worth it.