Bound by Blood: Two Novellas of Paranormal Romance by Sarah Bella Page A
Authors: Sarah Bella
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slipping off." She tugged again, more roughly.
I bit down on the gag, silencing myself.
"Just wait until they've been on there a while. The pain fades, they start to feel good."She drew out the 'good' and winked at me. "And then when I take them off, you're going to want to die in the best possible way."
She leaned in, swiping her tongue over the tip of my nipple.
I sucked in a sharp breath, pleasure/pain coursing through me.
"Now that you're trussed up nicely, I need you to do something for me." She cocked and eyebrow and pointed at the pile of straps and rubbed at her feet. "Put that on."
I lifted the harness to my waist and reached for the buckle.
"Put it on me."She glared.
Realization dawned and I turned the strap-on around, nestling the vibrator over her clit and buckling the straps. "I'm really going to enjoy fucking you with this. But that won't happen until much, much later."
My pussy clenched at the thought, achingly empty. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I reached for her, tweaking her nipple. Her right arm shot out and brought the crop down on my left tit, smacking the clamp. I yelped and yanked my hand back. "I didn't give you permission to touch. That sounded like it hurt."She winked.
"I think we should move into the dining room. The table is just the perfect height, if I remember right."The table could only mean so many things and I wasn't sure I wanted any of them, or at least, I didn't want to be told that I wanted them.
Rooted in place, I disobeyed. The crop shot out faster than it had the first time, assaulting my other side and I covered my chest against further blows.
This was the reason she had chosen against the cross – wanting the decision to be mine. I chose her, walked into the dining room, spread my legs and bent myself over the table.
"What a pretty picture that is," she cooed. Her hips pressed against mine, the dildo nestled between my thighs. She bent over me, sliding her sweatslicked skin over me. "I like seeing you on display like this. Spread open and wanting. You need something in your pussy by now, don't you?You feel that ache, that empty, like you were made to be filled and you won't be whole until something is buried to the hilt inside you."
Her words sent a rush of expectation through me. My stomach clenched and my fingers scraped against the table.
She rubbed her hips against me, the dildo spreading my moisture over me, sliding against my opening, but never penetrating.
Suddenly she was gone, a cool rush of air in her place. The whistle of the crop as it flew through the air was my only notice of what was to come. The bite of slick leather on my bare ass made my knees buckle and I sagged against the table.
"That's not so bad, is it?"
Again, my mind rebelled against the thought of lying there while she wielded the crop. That crop belonged in my hand, against her ass, her thighs, her shoulders. The crop was mine, just like she was mine. I was halfway upright before I caught myself.
"It's not a game, Cai, it's for keeps."Her gentle reminder came a second after my chest hit the table again.
I nodded silently and gripped the edge of the table, a physical reminder of my purpose. The crop came down again, on the other cheek, pain singing down my legs. One blow to each of my thighs and the meaty backs of my shoulders came before I heard the crop hit the floor.
"I think you've earned a little reward."Her breath was hot on my skin, ghosting over my back.
Her fingers eased between my thighs, slipping easily inside me. Two fingers, and then a third twisted and curled, seeking out just the right place.
I pushed back into her hand when she found it, wanting more, harder.
She brushed gently, just enough sensation to let me know she was there, but never enough to satisfy.
I rode her fingers harder, rolling my hips, arching and pressing. Each time she withdrew, refusing my silent demand.
Her hand disappeared in a stomachdropping disappointment. "I don't think you've really
I bit down on the gag, silencing myself.
"Just wait until they've been on there a while. The pain fades, they start to feel good."She drew out the 'good' and winked at me. "And then when I take them off, you're going to want to die in the best possible way."
She leaned in, swiping her tongue over the tip of my nipple.
I sucked in a sharp breath, pleasure/pain coursing through me.
"Now that you're trussed up nicely, I need you to do something for me." She cocked and eyebrow and pointed at the pile of straps and rubbed at her feet. "Put that on."
I lifted the harness to my waist and reached for the buckle.
"Put it on me."She glared.
Realization dawned and I turned the strap-on around, nestling the vibrator over her clit and buckling the straps. "I'm really going to enjoy fucking you with this. But that won't happen until much, much later."
My pussy clenched at the thought, achingly empty. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I reached for her, tweaking her nipple. Her right arm shot out and brought the crop down on my left tit, smacking the clamp. I yelped and yanked my hand back. "I didn't give you permission to touch. That sounded like it hurt."She winked.
"I think we should move into the dining room. The table is just the perfect height, if I remember right."The table could only mean so many things and I wasn't sure I wanted any of them, or at least, I didn't want to be told that I wanted them.
Rooted in place, I disobeyed. The crop shot out faster than it had the first time, assaulting my other side and I covered my chest against further blows.
This was the reason she had chosen against the cross – wanting the decision to be mine. I chose her, walked into the dining room, spread my legs and bent myself over the table.
"What a pretty picture that is," she cooed. Her hips pressed against mine, the dildo nestled between my thighs. She bent over me, sliding her sweatslicked skin over me. "I like seeing you on display like this. Spread open and wanting. You need something in your pussy by now, don't you?You feel that ache, that empty, like you were made to be filled and you won't be whole until something is buried to the hilt inside you."
Her words sent a rush of expectation through me. My stomach clenched and my fingers scraped against the table.
She rubbed her hips against me, the dildo spreading my moisture over me, sliding against my opening, but never penetrating.
Suddenly she was gone, a cool rush of air in her place. The whistle of the crop as it flew through the air was my only notice of what was to come. The bite of slick leather on my bare ass made my knees buckle and I sagged against the table.
"That's not so bad, is it?"
Again, my mind rebelled against the thought of lying there while she wielded the crop. That crop belonged in my hand, against her ass, her thighs, her shoulders. The crop was mine, just like she was mine. I was halfway upright before I caught myself.
"It's not a game, Cai, it's for keeps."Her gentle reminder came a second after my chest hit the table again.
I nodded silently and gripped the edge of the table, a physical reminder of my purpose. The crop came down again, on the other cheek, pain singing down my legs. One blow to each of my thighs and the meaty backs of my shoulders came before I heard the crop hit the floor.
"I think you've earned a little reward."Her breath was hot on my skin, ghosting over my back.
Her fingers eased between my thighs, slipping easily inside me. Two fingers, and then a third twisted and curled, seeking out just the right place.
I pushed back into her hand when she found it, wanting more, harder.
She brushed gently, just enough sensation to let me know she was there, but never enough to satisfy.
I rode her fingers harder, rolling my hips, arching and pressing. Each time she withdrew, refusing my silent demand.
Her hand disappeared in a stomachdropping disappointment. "I don't think you've really
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