He pulled her off his cock. She blinked in disorientation, gasping, staring down at his furious, glistening erection. He pushed the vibrator against her clit, wringing another shiver of pleasure out of her. Lin moaned and panted, shuddering next to his hand, undone by pleasure.

Instinctively, she leaned down again, tempted by his beautiful cock.

“No,” he said, halting her, his tone desire-bitten and rough. He dropped his hand from between her thighs. “I was about to come. Your hot little mouth was giving me very little choice in the matter.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and encouraged her to straighten. Then he was kissing her sensitized, sore lips, his tongue dipping between them hungrily. “You could make a man forget almost anything with this beautiful mouth,” he muttered a moment later, nipping at her moist lips. “But we are not finished yet.”

“No?” Lin whispered, still dazed from her thunderous climax.

“No,” he said grimly, standing. She watched him as he stepped out of his boxer briefs, her gaze touring his long, muscular body covetously. His cock sprung out from his body in flagrant arousal. He cupped the tumescent flesh in his palm from below, wincing as he stroked himself. The evidence of his sharp arousal sent a fresh jolt of stimulation through her. The dim bedroom suite suddenly flickered with light. Thunder came immediately on its heels. Electricity seemed to flow in her blood, making it race.

“Kneel at the edge of the bed,” he said quietly, approaching her. He guided her with his hands, pausing to draw her silk panties down her legs, removing them. She put her knees near the edge of the mattress and braced herself on her arms. She looked behind her at Kam, both anxious and almost unbearably desirous. He grabbed a pillow and put it on the bed in front of her. “Put your cheek on the pillow. Brace yourself on your shoulders,” he instructed. “Good. Now put your hands together at your back. I’m going to restrain your wrists,” he told her. Her heartbeat throbbed in the ear she had pressed against the soft pillow as he used the hooks and rings on her cuffs to bind her wrists at her back. She pulled gently, testing the restraints. She was bound, and good. A whimper fell past her lips.

“Shhh,” Kam murmured, rubbing her hip. He must have thought the small sound signified anxiety, when it was really arousal. He stroked her thigh and hip soothingly. “I’m going to use the flogger on your ass. Not much. Your infraction was minimal,” he said, and she heard the warmth and humor in his deep voice.

“I can’t imagine what you’d have in store for me if I dared to, say . . . write a memo,” she muttered next to the pillow drolly.

“Oh, you wouldn’t want to even imagine it,” he said, his mocksinister tone making her laugh. “Well, maybe you would,” he admitted. She saw him move from the corner of her vision, and then he was behind her again. She bit off a moan when she felt the soft suede tails slide against her ass. They moved down the crack of her buttocks and between her legs, tickling her sex. She gasped when he pressed up slightly, applying pressure.

“Spread your thighs more. That’s right,” he muttered thickly when she slid her knees an inch outward in each direction. He lifted the flogger and began to land the tails gently on her ass. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation of the tails flicking against her skin and the soft whoosh and tapping sound they made when they made contact struck her as intensely erotic. “How many strokes do you think you deserve for working on a declared day of leisure?” she heard him say.

“Hard strokes?” she asked him shakily.

“Stinging ones. Yes,” he said, continuing to flick the tails against her ass.

She bit off a moan of arousal. Why was this such a turn-on? It shocked her, how much his dominance and her submission aroused her, and yes, even the mild bondage and “punishment.” In her vulnerable position with her thighs spread wide, she could feel how wet and swollen her sex was. Kam could see it, no doubt.

Heat flooded her face at the thought. She rolled her hot cheek on the pillow.

“Four?” she suggested.

The tails landed lower, flicking against her outer sex. The jolt of excitement that went through her was almost painful it was so sharp. Her pussy clenched tight. The tails landed again on her flushed, swollen sex, and this time she couldn’t stop moaning. She heard Kam’s low growl and knew he was witnessing her reaction, and that he liked it.

“Four it is, then,” he said.

She heard the tails whoosh through the air, her muscles tightening. They landed on her ass with a stinging caress. Almost immediately they were back, this time gently tapping at her exposed outer sex. She whimpered in excitement. Again, she heard the tails whoosh in the air. They landed on her ass with a sharp snap.

“Oh,” she muttered, wincing at the sting. Kam rubbed where he’d struck, soothing the burning flesh.

“Too much?” he asked.

“No,” she moaned. The fever came upon her again, this time wrought by the sharp sting and his gentle caress. He opened his large hand along her lower buttocks and pushed up the flesh. Lin realized with a rush of excitement that he was making a closer inspection of her pussy. The room flashed and thunder cracked loudly. “God you’re wet. Such a sweet, pink pussy,” she heard him mumble as if to himself.

“Kam,” she pleaded, but for what? The sting of the flogger? The end of this delicious agony? She wasn’t sure. She only knew she burned.

The tails whooshed in the air, and again she felt their sting. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked roughly from behind her, his hand rubbing her bottom, easing the prickling nerve endings.

“Yes. No. I want you. I want you inside me,” she cried out, not sure what she wanted because need flooded her in all directions.

“You’ll have it after one more stroke. You’ll have it good and hard,” he assured darkly. She tensed in anticipation when she heard the telltale sound of the tails flying.

They struck her ass, the resulting burn making her grit her teeth. Her muscles coiled tight with tension and arousal. Then the flogger dropped down onto the mattress just inches from her face. She stared at it, panting as she felt Kam grab her hips, adjusting her slightly. The bed was high, ideally suited for this position and his tall body.

“Oh!” She gasped at the sensation of the hard knob of his cock nudging her pussy, forcing her delicate tissues to part for it. He firmed his hold on her, his thumbs digging into her stinging buttocks. He drove his length into her with one hard thrust. Her squeal was nearly drowned out by a boom of thunder. She immediately began bobbing her bottom. It hurt a little, but her hunger far outweighed the slight discomfort of his complete possession. She needed more friction. She required it. He lifted his hand and spanked her.

“Stay still,” he demanded in a tight voice. “You’re a trial enough as it is without bouncing around like that.”

Kam hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but he’d never been strung so tight on a rack of need as he was at that moment. She’d surpassed his expectations yet again, her responsiveness stunning him. It was like she’d been fashioned from his fantasies, so sweet, so giving, so trusting.

He flexed his hips, thrusting into her clinging warmth.

So beautiful.

Her ass blushed pink, but her pussy was a luscious sexual confection, squeezing his cock, sucking at it as he drove into the soft, liquid center again and again. He knew he should stop staring at his cock moving like a well-oiled piston in and out of her—he was going to come faster for it—but the vision was too compellingly erotic. A red haze of lust edged his vision. His pelvis smacked against her buttocks in a hard-driving rhythm. He gathered her plump buttocks in his hands, pushing the flesh together, squeezing his thrusting cock even more.

Lin screamed. He paused, concern fracturing his rabid lust. Was he hurting her? But then he felt the walls of her pussy convulse around him. She was coming. He lost all vestiges of control then, his arm muscles flexing painfully as he crashed her ass against his pelvis, serving her pussy to his raging cock . . .

. . . to his raging need. It was so great, only Lin could quench it.

Climax slammed into him, the spike of pleasure ruthless. He lost the ability to think as he tightened in a rictus of bliss. Something seemed to rip loose inside him. Then he was pouring himself into Lin, giving himself in a way he never had before, giving himself in a way he hadn’t known was possible until that moment.

Chapter Seventeen

Kam came back to himself to the sound of rain pounding on the windows. He blinked the sweat out of his eyes and leaned up slightly. He’d been slumped over Lin, trying to recover from his thunderous climax. He straightened, recognizing she was vulnerable, restrained as she was with his upper body weight on her. She moaned softly when he stood and regretfully withdrew from her body.

“You were keeping me warm,” she murmured, her voice a throaty, sexy murmur, a result of her screaming while she sucked his cock so deep, no doubt. He unhooked her cuffs and took one of her hands, guiding her. She came off the bed, elegant and fleet in her movements even in a state of satiation. He pulled back the covers and nodded for her to get into the bed first. He came down next to her on his back and pulled the bedding around them. She curled up next to him, her head on his chest. He removed the clip from her hair and stroked the silky tendrils. For several languorous minutes they remained like that, listening to the rain pounding against the windowpane and the rumbling thunder, their bodies slowing. It was sublime. Kam breathed Lin’s scent and the fragrance of their combined arousal. She snuggled closer to him, and he was overwhelmed with tenderness for her. Like his former blinding need, it was unexpected and sharp as a newly forged blade. He stroked her naked shoulder, his lips moving in her hair. She felt so small next to him, so feminine, her body seeming to pulse with vibrancy and life.