Jack Stone - Deadly Revenge by Vivien Sparx Page B

rhythm with each powerful thrust into her, and the peaked hardness of her nipples. She saw Stone behind her, his broad chest becoming flexed, and his corded forearms as they pinned her in place. She sobbed and gasped for air. She tightened her grip on the cold porcelain of the vanity until her knuckles turned white. She could feel the sensations of intense pleasure welling up within her, building pressure and threatening to overflow. She hung her head, licked her lips, and then glanced back at her reflection.
    Stone was watching her. Their eyes met in the mirror. His face was hard and dark. His eyes burned.
    “Touch yourself for me!” he said.
    Celia felt a flare of wicked shock. A surge of sinful passion flashed behind her eyes, and then suddenly the force of her orgasm struck. Her release ripped through her, starting in the pit of her stomach and racing to every part of her body like the tremendous pressure wave that follows an explosion. She cried out, and her body began to convulse against the restraint of Stone’s clamping grip, and somehow that sensation magnified the intensity of the moment so that for a split-second the world around her went dark.
    She cried out again, and then everything around her was bright and blinding, slowly ebbing back to reality in a series of ragged little whimpers and gasping breaths.
    Celia went limp. Her knees buckled. Her arms were shaking. Tiny ripples of pleasure lapped at the edges of her consciousness, merging with each other so that her whole body tingled. She felt light-headed, made giddy with the force of her release. She slumped against the edge of the vanity, only vaguely aware that Stone was still hard and hot and deep inside her.
    He stepped away and took Celia by the wrist. Led her to the big bed and laid her gently down. She looked up at him with dazed dreamy eyes.
    He stood over her beside the bed, cutting the rope she had purchased into lengths with a pocket knife. She sighed, and her hand drifted languidly down across her breasts towards the place lower where the heat still lingered.
    She closed her eyes, and then felt Stone’s weight come onto the bed. Her legs spread for him, and yet he did not cover her. She felt herself drifting on a cloud of weary exhaustion, and then Stone was taking her by the wrist and tying her hands to the bedhead.
    He kissed her with long lingering passion and she felt herself beginning to stir again. She felt aching need to be filled by him once more begin to simmer, and she moaned into his mouth, her lips dewy and soft. She arched her back in a slow voluptuous movement, and he traced his fingers down her flank. She shivered under his touch and her hips tilted up instinctive and inviting as she tried to wrap her arm around his neck.
    She couldn’t.
    Stone broke the kiss and went to the foot of the bed. Celia began to come alert. She turned her head and saw that each wrist was bound and tied to the timber headboard. She frowned. The knots were snug, and complex. Maybe a little too snug… It’s not like she was going anywhere…
    She lifted her head. Stone was pulling on his jeans and t-shirt. Her eyes went suddenly wide with alarm.
    “Jack…?” her voice was confused. “What are you doing?”
    Stone stared down at her. Her legs were still parted, and he could see the puffy arousal of her sex, wet and swollen. He could see the tautness of her nipples. He came to the edge of the bed and sat down on the mattress. He slid his hand across her stomach and slowly let it glide towards her femininity.
    Then stopped.
    “I’m going back to The Cage,” he said.
    Celia frowned in a moment of confusion, and then her face became dark with outrage and alarm.
    “Not without me!” she said. “Jack – you’re not going back there without me, damn it.”
    He nodded. “I am.”
    Celia wrenched her hands against the bonds. The rope was not thick, but the knots were tied with expert skill. She couldn’t move. She tried again, furious and enraged as