Tingle All the Way

Chapter Four



Kayla was thankful for their current position because the second his hard, thick erection pressed against her bare p-ssy, a flood of moisture released and her body turned boneless. Her legs lost their strength. Her ankles came loose around his waist, forcing him to support her entire weight against the wall or she would slide to the floor as though she were jelly.

She wanted this man more than anyone or anything. It was almost a consuming madness, this urgency to have him inside her.

When Kayla regained her senses, she found her palms still clutched his shoulders. Trembling, she shifted her hips and was awarded with the tip of his sheathed cock breaching her opening. It had been way too long since she had lost herself in another. Licking her parched lips, she arched into him, only to hit resistance when he stopped her momentum with a firm grip.

“Not so fast, Counselor.”

Barry’s strained, hoarse voice sounded oddly like a contradiction to his hesitancy. Judging by his labored breathing, the way he quivered, she got the feeling his control was on a shorter leash then hers. A living pulse throbbed wildly in her core. Her nipples grew almost painfully sensitive as they rasped with each small movement against the light mat of hair on his chest.

“I’ve waited a long time to get you in my arms.” He glided his palm slowly up her thigh, caressing the curve of her butt.

She wiggled her bottom. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“F*ck you against this wall.” Achingly slow, he pushed, entering her a little more. “Then take you my bedroom and do it all over again.” Another inch disappeared inside her.

Kayla had the incredible urge to run her tongue over the bulging tendons in his neck. Taste the salt of his skin. But the anticipation of feeling him deep inside her was much more powerful, like an itch begging to be scratched.

“Hmmm. I like the sound of that,” she purred, praying she didn’t have to wait much longer. “F*ck me, Barry.”

Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed.

The exquisite sensation of her body stretching and opening to accommodate his girth set her mind spinning. With another thrust, he was buried so far inside her that it felt as if he’d bumped against the entrance of her womb.

“Damn, baby. You’re so tight. Wet.”

And then he began to thrust, his lunges sure and strong. So like her dreams, where nightly he took her to a place she’d never been.

Heaven.

Rocking against her, he pulled almost all the way out before he slammed home, setting a sultry rhythm that slid her back up and down the cool wall. Each driving force felt as if it were meant to mark her, to carve his memory into her mind and body.

And he was accomplishing his goal, because she would never forget this moment. Never.

“Such a beautiful ass.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her butt, spreading each cheek so wide she experienced an unusual pulling against her anus.

“Feels good.” She moaned, long and low, fighting the growing pressure inside her that built at an alarming speed. Her shallow pants quickened. Folding her arms around his neck, she held on and savored the titillating feeling.

As a wicked finger inched between her cleft, hesitating at her puckered flesh, the orifice contracted and flexed, causing her to gasp at the strange sensation. Yet when that same digit moved onward, dipping briefly inside her liquid heat before retracing its path to once again linger at her back door, a series of quakes suddenly erupted.


Kayla cried out, her muscles clenching, attempting to prolong the stirrings of her approaching orgasm. She almost had her body within her grip when Barry picked up the pace, and then her vision dulled. Stars burst behind her eyelids. Her climax rose higher and higher until reaching the coup de grace, shattering like a thin, fragile glass bulb, sending shards of ecstasy throughout her.

Barry continued to pound into her until a low, drawn-out moan pushed from his lungs and his eyes closed. An array of emotions flickered across his handsome face, pain, pleasure, and then she felt his cock swell, jerking several times. Another moan slipped out and something close to bliss softened his features.

His forehead fell to the curve of her neck and he released a sigh. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He raised his gaze, meeting hers.

Her body flushed with delightful tingles, more sated then she had felt in a long time. How he managed to make her feel both ravished and at ease all at once was beyond her. Because no awkward moments sprang between them as they stared deep into each other’s eyes.

“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

Yes. Oh yes, perched on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she nodded.

Gently he released her legs and her feet touched the floor. Then he dipped a finger beneath her chin and kissed her tenderly before he grabbed her hand and led the way.

When they stepped into his bedroom, he drew her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the backside before he released her. “Give me a minute to clean up.” Then he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.

Kayla realized she hadn’t paid attention to her surroundings when she had awoken. Deep, rich mahogany furniture filled the room, but what caught her attention was the four-poster bed. It was huge, the posts at least eight feet tall. On each side of the bed was a nightstand. Across the room sat a dresser with an intricately carved mirror of roses and leaves designed to match the armoire and bed. A breathtaking full-length mirror stood off to the side near a small table and two chairs next to the window.

As he entered the bedroom, she turned to greet him. “This is beautiful, Barry.”

He pulled her into his embrace. “No. You’re beautiful. How did I ever keep my hands off you, Counselor?”

She was wondering the same thing, only in reverse.

Barry nuzzled his nose against her neck, kissing a path upward until his mouth blew a warm breath against her ear. “I want to make all your fantasies realities.”

His quiet tone whispered over her skin, causing it to prickle with goose bumps. She swallowed hard, wondering if she dared to cross that threshold with not just Barry, but any man. Trust wasn’t her strong point and allowing someone to do to her what had only touched her dreams was downright scary.

As if he sensed her hesitation, he stepped back, holding her at arm’s length. “Would you like me to teach you the art of domination? The sweetness in a little pleasure/pain play, or do you plan on chickening out?”

He must have known she would react positively to his blatant teasing, because a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

But before she could respond, Hector appeared out of thin air, hovering behind Barry’s head. The little imp slammed his palms on his hips, a scowl plastered on his face as his wings fluttered wildly, stirring up a light cloud of red faery dust.

Kayla felt her spine stiffen. Her eyebrows rose sharply while the twinkle in Barry’s eyes died.

“When you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He released her and started to turn around.

“No!” She grabbed his arm. Hector was a distraction she didn’t need, especially right now when all her dreams hinged on the right response. “Uh.” Well, crap.

Frustrated, she pulled Barry to her. Folding her arms around his neck, she pressed her mouth to his, hoping her actions would speak louder than any words. What began as a simple kiss turned sultry when he took control of the caress. Kayla’s eyelids drifted closed and she melted into him, forgetting momentarily about the pesky faery.

Between them Barry’s arousal hardened, the bulge pressed against her belly warming her inside out. She moved against him and a growl rumbled in his throat. When their lips parted and he started to pull away, her eyes opened to see Hector staring at them with a sappy expression.

Kayla jerked Barry back to her, holding him tight. How could she explain Hector? More importantly she didn’t want the faery speaking to Barry. There was no telling what he might say.

Barry’s gaze grew intense. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Uh huh.” She leaned closer, glaring over his shoulder at Hector.

While Barry’s palms smoothed down her back, reawakening her nerve endings, she cut her hand through the air making shooing motions, an effort to warn the faery off.

Hector gave her a toothy smirk, then lightning fast he streaked through the room, zigzagging to make her vision blur. When he disappeared in a puff of red glitter, she couldn’t help smiling. Her contrary little friend had left behind a shimmering heart with an arrow stabbed through it.

For the first time in a long time, she felt her own heart soften as she watched the image slowly dissipate.

A playful smack on her ass startled her.

As her gaze met his, he grinned. “Let’s play.” He released her and headed to one of the nightstands by the bed. His hand vanished into a drawer. “I think I have something in here— Yeah, here they are.” He pulled out a pair of red-velvet-lined handcuffs. His eyes were dark pools of desire when he held the manacles up. “Trust me?”

Her pulse took off like a wild horse bursting from the chutes and taking off at a dead run. She turned his question back on him. “Can I trust you?”

“Yes.”

Before her courage failed her, Kayla jutted out her wrists, offering him more than her hands.



Barry’s pulse leaped with joy.

This strong, intelligent and gorgeous woman just agreed to extend the reins of her control to him. The one people called the Ice Queen, a woman who governed all aspects of her life, was willing to show him a completely different side of her—the warm, sexy and passionate lover he knew hid behind the expensive tailored suits, the steadfast demeanor and the ball-buster reputation.

As he breathed in her powdery scent, Barry’s body tensed with excitement. He had some fantasies of his own, and she was the perfect woman to fulfill them.

How far would she go?

There was no time like the present to find out.

“In this game, I’m your master. You do whatever I say, when I say it, and you don’t speak without permission. Nod if you understand.” He waited until her head dipped before he continued. “On your knees.” When she drifted down before him, his cock twitched, knowing exactly where it wanted this scene to go. “Hands behind your back.”

She hiked a haughty brow but drew her hands behind her.

Moving around her, he knelt to fasten the manacles. With each snap she flinched. Her sudden show of insecurity warmed his blood, the liquid heat simmering through his veins like molten lava.

Dragging a knuckle down the beautiful length of her back, he watched her squirm beneath his touch. “You’re ticklish?”

“Yes, Master.”

Those words from her beautiful mouth sent a shiver of delight up his spine. Her submission would make their playtime even more thrilling than he had expected. As he again swept his knuckle down her spine, a batch of goose bumps prickled her skin.

“Dooo…” Kayla must have remembered his command for silence unless spoken to, because the word morphed into a breathy hum.


“Good girl,” he praised, rising and walking around to face her again. “Now kiss me.”

She dipped her head and placed a quick butterfly kiss on the head of his cock, smiling innocently.

“Cute. I think that just earned you a spanking, but we’ll deal with that later.” His dick thrust upward from its nest of dark hair and his balls hung full and warm between his thighs. “Now kiss me, baby.” His voice dropped to a low and throaty timbre. “Show me what you can do with that mouth.”

Parting her lips, she leaned forward and took only the mushroom head into her mouth. As her tongue slid around the crown before caressing the underside rim, his thigh muscles clenched. But when she sucked, hard and long, her lustful gaze glued on his, blood rushed into his balls. The sight was beyond anything he had imagined in his dreams.

Kayla kneeling before him, her wrists shackled behind her as she gave him head sent his heart crashing against his chest. Then she inhaled all of him deep into the hot, moist cavern of her mouth and his bones become nonexistent. He would have fallen if he hadn’t at that moment grasped her head, steadying himself.

Kayla smiled around his throbbing erection. The little witch knew what she was doing to him. She slid her mouth down to the base of his shaft, slowly tracing the veins back up to the tip, watching for his reaction.

Barry couldn’t help it. He moaned, his eyes closing as his head lolled back. Then she began to f*ck him hard and fast, her mouth and tongue leaving a sensual path of destruction in their wake. His testicles hardened, drawing up close to his body as a somatic sensation of a thousand tiny prickles spread across his groin.

“Stop! Oh God. Kayla, stop.”

Her obedience appeared to have flown out the window, because she slid her tongue across the small slit, lapping at his pre-come before she pushed against it. The sudden burn threatening to race down his cock told him he was way too close to releasing his load.

“Stop,” he demanded firmly.

Carefully and without breathing, he eased out of her hot haven, fighting the need to come and the shivers that assaulted him. The second her warmth released him, cool air caressed his heated flesh, sending another round of shivers up his spine.

When he could finally manage a coherent sentence, he stared down at her. “Minx. You’ve earned another punishment. But first let’s get the initial punishment out of the way.” Anticipation of the forthcoming spanking made blue flames flare in her eyes.

Lord help him. She was turned-on by the thought.

Barry’s hands trembled as he unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists, noting small half-moon shapes where her nails had bitten into her palms. She had enjoyed pleasuring him. Assisting her to her feet, he gazed at the flush across her cheeks, the redness in her lips and the uninhibited gleam in her eyes. With a toss of her head, her blonde mane flowed over a shoulder, making her appear wild and untamed. Sexy.

“Are you wet with the thought of a spanking?” His gravelly voice gave him away no matter how he tried to hide his excitement.

Licking her lips, she looked up at him and her eyes darkened. “Yes, Master.”

“Do you like it soft or hard?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked before,” she breathed.

“Never? Not even as a child?”

“Never,” she repeated.

“Then let’s take care of your punishment now. Go to one of the chairs by the window. Bend over and place your palms on the seat.”

She swayed as if suddenly dizzy, remaining still for only a moment before making her way across the room. Without saying a word, she pulled an armless chair from beneath the small table and did as he instructed.

His cock hardened even more at the beautiful sight bared for his eyes only.

How far would she go?

“Spread your legs wider,” he demanded.

When she complied, revealing the moist, pink flesh between her thighs, he nearly swallowed his tongue. This woman was definitely more than he had dreamed of. Maybe even more than his heart could take.

Moving up behind her, his dick arched angrily against his belly with the need to part her swollen folds and bury deep inside her. But that would have to wait.

With both hands he started at her ankles and smoothed up her long, silky legs to caress the soft but firm globes of her ass. When he slapped one cheek lightly, she glanced over a shoulder. Hunger in her gaze said she wanted more.

Fingers splayed, he struck her with enough force that she gasped. A red spot rose and he caressed it, feeling it grow warm beneath his palm. He popped the other cheek harder still, and this time she cried out, gasping and swallowing a breath.

As he dragged a finger across her moist p-ssy, she trembled. “You’re wet.” He pushed a digit into her and found her not only wet but hot. The discovery contracted his balls to the point of pain. Damn. This was turning out to be as much of a punishment to him as it was to her. When he withdrew his finger from her sex, she whimpered softly.

“Did you want to say something?”

“Yes, Master.”

Her musky arousal was on his hand. What would she taste like if he spread her legs and lapped at all that cream? Just the thought of his tongue stroking and caressing her moist folds made his toes hug the floor.

“Speak, my beautiful sex slave.”

Her eyelids fell to half-mast. She gazed back at him through heavy lashes. “F*ck me, Barry.”

The sweet ache in his groin throbbed. He loved the plea in her voice when she said his name. “I don’t think you’ve been sufficiently punished.”

Anxious to satisfy her request, Barry paddled her cheeks several more times, receiving breathy cries as she trembled. The rosy marks of his hands, his prints on her, were tinder to the fire raging inside him. The need to take her grew, almost outweighing his desire to take her where she had never gone before, to the point where pain and pleasure collided.

“I think that will do, but I still owe you for your disobedience.”

Her brows furrowed.

“Remember when I told you to stop sucking my cock? You didn’t.”

Kayla had the good sense to bow her head before she smiled.

“Go stand before the full-length mirror,” he ordered.

On weakened legs, she padded barefoot across the floor while he went back to the drawer that held all his toys. His gaze swept over the pearl-studded nipple clamps and the thong to match. Unwrapping them quickly, he checked the battery in the remote control. He had been dying to try these out, but had never found the woman he wanted to share them with. Kayla was that woman, the kind that should be draped not only in pearls, but diamonds, sapphires and rubies.

When he returned, she was eyeing him suspiciously. “Know what these are?” he asked.

“Earrings and a necklace.”

“No. Have you heard of nipple clamps?”

Her brows shot up in recognition. “Does it hurt? Uh. Master.”

“You’ll have to tell me. I want you to describe everything you feel. This is a pearl thong. Put it on.”

She took the strands of crisscrossing pearls from him and stepped into them before pulling them up her legs, thighs and hips. Her eyes widened when the cool, round beads touched her private areas.

“How does it feel?”

Kayla glanced at herself in the mirror. Her nipples beaded before his eyes, the darkened flesh around her areolas prickling.

“Cold. Forbidden. They cut into my p-ssy. I think they’re too small. And-and there’s a bead that is pressing against my anus like it plans to breach the hole.”


Her vivid description made him impossibly harder. “Good. They’re supposed to fit that way. Now this might hurt a little, but trust me. You’ll like the sensation.”

Pressing open one of the clamps, he positioned it over one of her nipples and released.

In unison her eyes gaped and a sharp gasp pushed between her lips. “Oh. My. God. Owww,” she groaned through broken breaths.

“Breathe, baby. I don’t know much about these clamps specifically, but I’ve heard they are pleasurable after the initial pain.”

Glaring at him as though she might reach out and slap the shit out of him, she must have forgotten their role play because she growled, “You better know what you’re doing, Barry Allred.”