“Do you want them to see you?” He ran the damp head against the cleft of my battered ass. “Really see you. Inside?”
He reached around me to spread my lips. Even after all that had happened, blushes painted my skin. I could feel cool air on my entrance—could feel their desirous eyes centering on me there.
That didn’t stop me from growing even wetter, from my lips swelling against his fingers.
He cupped me wholly. “Offer this to me,” he commanded. “Present it.”
I arched back as far as I could, jutting my ass against him.
“Very good.” He pinched the tips of my ni**les in reward, making me light-headed. “Do you want them to see you come again?” Before I could answer, he’d grabbed me, one hand below my raised knee, the other clutching my hip. With one sure thrust, he entered me from behind.
I moaned around the chain, already on the verge. I felt as if I’d never come at all, as if my arousal had been stoked for days with no release.
He gave me long, hard plunges that jostled my body. My br**sts bounced, my trapped ni**les screaming each time the chain tightened.
As he drove into me, he grated, “You thought I was going out to find another woman that day you spurned me.” He moved in closer, tongue flicking out to taste my sweat. “How could I replace you? Even then I knew it was impossible.”
Can’t think. He’d already felt that strongly for me?
“Am I irreplaceable to you? Drop the chain if I am.”
Irreplaceable? Right now he was everything. A giver of pain and ecstasy, with a godlike body he used to pleasure mine.
With effort, I slackened my jaw, pushing the chain out with my tongue. It fell with a soft tinkling sound.
I licked my lips and worked my jaw, wondering what he would do next, craving it.
He covered one side of my face with his big hand, pulling me back to accept his kiss. Even as he plowed between my legs, his lips were tender on mine. The combination of brutal thrusts with the reverent caress of his tongue was as mind-blowing as anything else from this night—
I heard a sudden snap of leather, felt its sting across my mound. I whimpered into his mouth. Was that a dogging bat? Like the one I’d shown him in the magazine?
I couldn’t look down to see because he still cupped my face. He continued kissing me—letting me know that it wasn’t for me to see what he struck me with. It was for me to feel, to accept his lover’s kiss, to come as he tormented me and f**ked me from behind.
Another strike paddled my mons and clit, smacking against my sodden curls; there was a bite, but it wasn’t pain, just friction and pressure where I so feverishly needed it.
Maybe I was desensitized, because I was rocking my hips for more as his c**k continued to plunder.
Against my lips, he commanded, “Surrender everything to me, milaya.” Another strike.
And another. I was so close. “Sevastyan,” I whispered. “More.”
He thrust—“I want to hear you scream your surrender”—and slapped.
Lost to him, I did surrender everything. To the beat of my whipping, I threw back my head and screamed. Thrashing helplessly in my bonds, I came for him, drenching him with cream. With each core-deep tremor, my sheath clenched his thickened shaft.
“I feel you milking me,” he growled at my ear. “Give you what you want!” He f**ked with all his might—
Scorching cum erupted inside me; my steely-willed, controlled Sevastyan roared uncontrollably for all to hear . . . over and over . . .
Abandoned, shuddering, he emptied the last of his se**n into me.
With a ragged groan, he continued softly thrusting through our mixed orgasms, while I was left dazed.
All my senses zeroed in on him, only him: his pounding heartbeat, the cool fan of his breaths on my skin, the warmth of his c**k still joining us.
When my head lolled back against his shoulder, he pressed kisses to my neck.
I roused somewhat when applause broke out, peppered with catcalls and whistles. I expected a blistering wave of embarrassment, but I was still too overwhelmed to react. A quick scan of the ring showed out-of-breath lovers, silks and velvets wetted from releases, glistening mouths and chins.
As we stared at the glass, Sevastyan wrapped one muscular arm around my neck, another around my waist, squeezing me close to show his claim.
Sensing his fury blazing out at the others, I peeked up at him.
No, he hadn’t liked displaying me; now that the heat of the moment had passed, he was baring his teeth. “Given them far too much of you.” He reached over to the table and pressed a button on the remote.
We were concealed once more.
Chapter 36
The thunderous applause continued, even after the glass was blacked out.
Yet I couldn’t regret anything once I heard Sevastyan’s voice suffused with pride: “My fantasy made flesh. I should never have doubted you to know your own mind.” He gingerly pulled out of me, zipping himself back up as he moved to face me.
He brushed damp hair from my brow, his expression alternately possessive and . . . awed.
But when I shivered, he turned all businesslike. With swift, efficient movements, he released my raised knee and removed my ankle cuffs, then reached for my br**sts, for the clamps.
He unscrewed a bolt, loosening the metal at one end. “This will hurt, love,” he murmured as he eased it off my left nipple.
Blood rushed into it. I had to choke back a cry.
He took the throbbing peak into his mouth, stroking with his tongue to help with the pain. The right one was worse because I knew what to expect. The instant the clamp was off, he moved to that nipple. “Shh, love,” he soothed against the tip, “there, it’s almost over. . . .”