swallowed by Quaker State's best.
Jane didn't say a word.
Jesus… Nothing like offering yourself raw and being shut down.
Then again, maybe she didn't like vampire sushi.
He jumped as her hand came to rest on his foot. And then he heard the metal-on-metal sound of a
buckle being lifted. He looked down his naked body as a four-inch leather strap looped around
his ankle. At the sight of her pale hands working to restrain him, his cock punched into an
erection.
Jane's face was all concentration as she put the end of the leather tongue through the buckle and
tugged to the left. «Is this okay?»
«Tighter.»
Without glancing up she gave a good solid pull. As the strap bit into his skin, V's head dropped
back on the wood and he moaned.
«Too much?» she asked.
«No…» He trembled outright as she anchored his other leg, both terrified and really fucking
aroused. The feelings intensified as she did one wrist, then the other.
«Now the gag and the mask.» His voice was hoarse because his blood was running hot and cold,
and his throat was as tight as the restraints.
She looked at him. «You sure?»
«Yeah. One of the masks is the kind that just goes over the eyes, and that will fit.»
When she came back to him she had a red rubber ball in a head halter and the mask in her hands.
«The gag first,» he told her, opening his mouth wide. Her eyes shut for a moment, and he
wondered if she was going to stop, but then she leaned forward. The ball tasted like latex, a
stinging, bitter bite on his tongue. As he lifted his head so she could strap it on him, his breath
whistled through his nose.
Jane shook her head. «I can't do the mask. I need to see your eyes. I can't… Yeah, I won't do this
without eye contact. Okay?»
It was probably a good idea. The gag was doing what it should, making him feel suffocated…
and the restraints were doing what they should, making him feel trapped. If he couldn't see and
know that it was her, he'd probably totally fucking lose it.
When he nodded she dropped the mask onto the floor and took off her coat. Then she went over
and picked up one of the black candles.
V's lungs burned as she came at him.
She took a deep breath. «You sure?»
He nodded again even as his thighs twitched and his eyes bugged out. With dread and
excitement, he watched as she extended her arm over his chest… and tipped the candle.
Black wax dripped onto his nipple, and he ground his teeth into the ball gag, straining against
what kept him on the table until the leather creaked. His cock jumped on his belly, and he had to
suck back the orgasm.
She did exactly what he'd told her he wanted, going down lower and lower on his torso, then
skipping over his privates to start at his knees and work her way up. The pain had a cumulative
effect, at first nothing more than bee stings, later growing intense. Sweat rolled down his temples
and ribs, and he panted through his nose until his whole body was bowing up from the table.
He came the first time when she put the candle away, picked up a length of cane… and touched
the head of his erection with the end of it. He barked against the gag and ejaculated all over the
hardened black wax on his stomach.
Jane froze, as if the reaction surprised her. Then she ran the cane through the mess he'd made,
coating his chest with what had come out of him. The bonding scent flooded the penthouse, and
so did his groans of submission as she stroked up and down his torso, then onto his hips.
He came a second time when she slipped the cane between his legs and stroked the insides of his
thighs with it. Fear and sex and love filled out his skin from the inside, becoming the muscles
and bones that made him up; he was nothing but emotion and need, with her as the driver of him.
And then she brought the cane down across his thighs with a slice of her arm.
Jane couldn't believe she was getting hot, considering what she was doing. But with V stretched
out and pinned and orgasming for her, it was hard not to jump on him.
She used the cane lightly on him, no doubt less than he wanted, but hard enough to leave marks
on his thighs and his belly and his chest. She couldn't believe he liked it like this, considering
what he'd been put through, but in fact he loved it. His eyes