He nodded, once, and Rebecca felt the victory explode within her like a case of fireworks.
She placed both hands on him, gently at first, then steadily increased the pressure as she worked his shaft in firm, twisting motions. His moans and grunts were like the finest symphony to her ears. When his body became so tight that she knew he was close, she removed her hands.
And replaced them with her tongue.
Kane had never allowed her to do this before; the few times she had tried he had found ways to distract her. But now, tonight, there was nothing to stop her; she would not be deterred. Tonight, she would finally know the taste of her husband.
She began with careful licks, sampling him like an ice cream cone. He tasted hot, and male, and incredibly good. Before long her licks became erotic kisses, then suckles, until she took his head into her mouth and pulled.
Kane’s entire body levitated off of the bed as far as the restraints would allow. Rebecca was delighted by the thick, creamy confection that had seeped out, lapping it up with moans of delight.
Her hands added to the magic of her mouth, and before long, she felt him tightening again. He began to thrash beneath her, but she only held on that much tighter, pulled and stroked that much harder and faster. This power, this control, was addicting.
When she was sure he was at the breaking point, she released him and impaled herself upon him, riding him like she had only dreamed of. She was so hot, so aroused that it only took mere seconds for her to come hard around him, and her milking sheath drew forth his own explosive orgasm.
“Unlock me,” he said, his voice a harsh whisper. Rebecca had no more defiance in her. It took every last bit of strength she had to crawl across him and extract the keys from the nightstand. After several failed attempts, she managed to release his hands. Kane quickly relieved her of the keys and took care of his feet. Then his body became an iron cage, wrapping around her tightly.
There were no words to express what she had done to him. She doubted anyone had ever controlled him like that before. She didn’t know if he would allow it to happen again, but no matter what, she would always have this night to remember.
She let her limp, sated body melt willingly against him. There was no more fight in her as he caressed her pliant flesh with nothing less than reverence.
“Are you angry with me?” she whispered, the worry evident in her eyes even as she fought to keep her lids open.
“No,” he breathed, nuzzling her neck as he entered her with one powerful thrust. “But you will have to live with the consequences of your actions.”
She moaned in ecstasy as he began his full, thorough penetrations. “Consequences...” she purred, unable to do anything but willingly surrender.
––––––––
“Baby, time to wake up.” Kane’s hot breath teased her ear, chuckling when she could only summon a weak moan in response.
“Come on, sweetheart.” His hand caressed her bare flank before landing a light, stinging slap.
Rebecca mumbled something unintelligible and tried to burrow farther under the sheet. Every square inch of her was deliciously achy. Kane’s ‘consequences’ involved repeated lessons in sexual dominance. Somewhere along the line she’d lost track of the number of times he’d brought her to climax; it had gotten to the point where she could do no more than lay there bonelessly and accept whatever he would do next. Her preparations, it seemed, had made him crazed with a need that could not be easily slaked. She had to remember that if she ever felt the need to play dominatrix again she would make sure she had several days to recover afterward.
Suddenly she felt weightless as Kane scooped her up from the bed and walked her toward the bathroom – and right into a cold shower. He took pity on her though, when she did little more than curl into a ball and begin to shiver.
He turned the water to warm, then joined her. He lovingly cared for her, holding her against him as he cleaned her. Afterward, he dried her and dressed her, even fastening the buttons on her shirt when she seemed incapable of doing so herself.
“Doing anything later?” he teased as he lifted her back into the dumbwaiter.
“Mmmm,” she answered, making him laugh. It was the closest thing to a cognizant response she’d managed all morning.
“Don’t be late, sweetheart,” he said, giving her one last, scorching kiss. “I’ll be waiting.” Then he gave the signal and he disappeared from sight.
*
“Oh my God,” Taryn breathed as Ian was forced to reach in and extract Rebecca from the dumbwaiter since she seemed incapable of crawling out herself.
Lexi smiled. “I guess that means it went well?”
“Come on,” coaxed Taryn as she and Lexi each took an arm and began to lead Rebecca to the back entrance. “We’ve got to get her over to Maggie’s to get ready. Let’s hope Maggie’s got something restorative in that magic herbal bag of hers or we’ll be walking down the aisle with her.”