Chapter Twenty-Two

Dylan blew out a long breath then sat forward and gripped my wrists. He tugged me to standing.

"I don't understand," I said.

"I did orgasm." He swiped his thumb over my still wet, tingling lips. "And you did that, but I didn't come with that orgasm. Not in the traditional way."

"You didn't come? How is that possible if you had an orgasm?"

He chuckled softly. "Lots and lots of practice and almost painful self-control." He pulled me close, his cock trapped between us. "And now, no recovery, I'm ready to go again, orgasm again, come when I choose to and not before. I think you'll agree that's a bonus and another reason I had to jerk off before you arrived."

I nodded. Wow. I'd learned something new. "Yes, that is a bonus. No recovery time."

His smile dropped, and his gaze lingered on mine. "So turn around, Pip, and let's keep going with our multiple orgasms."

My stomach did a flip of excitement, and I turned around.

For a moment I was aware of Dylan shucking off his jeans, and then his big fingers took the zipper at the back of my dress, just below my nape.

Very slowly he undid it, the material slackening around my chest and ribs.

He was still breathing deep but not fast.

My heart was going fast. I tried to slow it and stared at an abstract painting in red, white, and black.

"You fucked Ben and Theo," he said quietly.

"Yes."

"Our time together won't be like that."

"I know."

"Do you?"

The zipper was undone to the hollow of my back now.

"Er…I guess so," I said, "You're not like them."

"So what am I like?" His breath was hot by my ear.

"Different. Intense. Kinky."

"Yeah, I'm all of those things."

My dress pooled at my feet, revealing my red underwear, suspenders, and stockings.

"Jesus, you're going to test my stamina," he said. He wound his hands around my waist and pressed in close.

His cock lodged against my ass cheeks as his right hand slipped up to cup my left breast.

"Come this way," he murmured and kissed the rise of my shoulder. "We'll take this upstairs."

He took my hand in a firm grip and stepped in front of me, gloriously naked now. Within seconds, he was leading me up the staircase. I stared at the roped muscles in his back, at the dimples above his ass cheeks and his taut butt.

Dylan was like no man I'd ever met. He fascinated me yet also made me a little nervous. His confidence was off the scale, and there was a darkness to him I wanted to understand.

"In here." He pushed open a door to a bedroom.

I stepped inside and paused to let my eyes adjust. It was darker than downstairs, and candles had been lit on the bedside tables and a dresser. The wooden-framed bed was large, the sheets black and silky, and above it was an erotic painting of a woman leaning back, her spine arched, and a man between her legs, giving her oral sex. The bliss on her face was undeniable—mouth parted, eyes closed, jaw slack—and instantly my pussy clenched and I wished I was her.

"Nice." I pointed to it.

"Don't worry, that's in your future." He released my hand and moved to the bed. "Come over here and lie down."

I sashayed toward him, my best catwalk strut that was accentuated because of the high heels.

His jaw tensed, and he flexed and curled his fists as though harnessing restraint.

I loved that he had to do that. That his need for me was intense and vibrant and impatience was clawing at him the way it was me.

"You're going to get so fucked," he said, his voice dark and throaty. "Now take off those heels and lie down."

"Yes, Sir." I waggled my eyebrows and turned to the bed.

I crawled onto it and a swift slap landed on my ass.

"Oh!" I gasped. The sting heated my flesh and seemed to go direct to my clit. "What the…?"

"Keep teasing me with your sexy moves and you'll get spanked, little girl."

I paused. Did I want to be spanked? I wasn't sure.

But my stillness must have been some kind of signal.

Another hard slap landed on my buttock, the sound a sharp crack.

"Ah!" I lunged forward, my buttocks smarting and my pussy clenching.

"Need your safe word?" he said gruffly. "No judgement if you do."

"No." I shook my head. "I don't need it."

"So you like a pink ass?"

"I don't know yet."

He scooped my knickers into the crack of my butt, turning them into a thong.

"Oh, nice," he said and palmed my ass. "My handprints are reddening your cheeks. You won't forget who you belong to tonight."

"I am yours…tonight," I said, enjoying the surrender in those words.

"I know." He stooped and trailed kisses over my stinging buttocks. His mouth was warm, a little wet, and while he kissed my skin he stroked his finger over the material of my knickers, over my butthole and then my pussy lips. He lingered there, rubbing and teasing.

I moaned and arched my spine. If he wanted to fuck me like this, I'd be fine with that. In fact, I wished he'd get on with it.

"Lie down," he said, "on your back, legs out straight."

I did as instructed and stared up at him.

He straddled my waist and loomed over me.

It was then I saw he had a length of black silk in his hand.

"Put your arms above your head," he said gruffly. "And grip the headboard."

I hesitated briefly. I knew full well I was about to be tied up. Bondage. And then he'd be able to play with my body to his heart's content. It wasn't something I'd done before but I had thought about it—the idea did appeal.

With Dylan! That was jumping into the deep end. A baptism of fire.

"Now," he said in a low voice.

"Yes, Sir." I stretched my arms over my head. Instantly, vulnerability gripped me, even before he leaned forward and bound my wrists to the slats.

His cock bobbed in front of my face, and I studied the way his body hair thinned at the crease of his torso and thigh then thickened on his legs.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

I yanked my arms. Yes, they were secure, but it wasn't tight. "Yes."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, Sir." A tremble attacked my belly as he straightened and moved down my body, his legs still either side of me.

"You have great tits." He palmed each of my breasts within the cups of the bra then lifted them from the material, so they were rudely perched over the lace, nipples hard and big.

He tweaked each in turn, watching my face while his big fingers worked.

I breathed through the longing his touch created—he wasn't gentle but not rough either, and it seemed I really liked that.

"And this red number…" He moved down my body, his hands roaming my waist and the strap of my suspender belt that sat just below my waist. "Was designed to drive me crazy with lust, right?"

"I just wanted you to like what you saw."

"I like what I see when I look at you, no matter what you're wearing," he said. "But red does really fucking suit you."

I didn't reply but raised my hips. He tugged my knickers, freeing them from where he'd lodged them into the crack of my ass. He pulled them down my legs and flung them, carelessly, from the bed. He then lay on his stomach between my legs with his hands splayed on my inner thighs.

"You have no idea how much I've been dreaming about tasting you," he said, staring at my pussy as he widened my legs further. "I want it all, your pussy, your ass, your girl cum smeared on my face, and I'm gonna take it, Pip, you just lie there and let me feast." He paused and ran his hands up my thighs until his fingertips were at my outer pussy lips. "And cry out all you want, no one can hear you, no one will disturb us. The only way for us to stop is exhaustion."

"Oh God," I whispered when I saw the determination in his eyes. This guy was an elite athlete; if he was planning on fucking until he was exhausted, that could be into next week. I'd never keep up.

But then all thoughts left my mind. He buried his face in my pussy and sought out my clit with his tongue.

"Ah, fuck." I dragged on my binds and arched my back. Unlike Theo, there was no preamble with Dylan, he'd gone straight for a hard rotation over my clit that was already swollen with arousal and supersensitive.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the wide-open position he had me in. His tongue was wicked, working me hard and fast. The pressure was already building.

And then he added two fingers, driving them deep into my pussy and curling them forward to stroke my inner hot spot.

"Fuck! Dylan, oh…yes, more, Dylan."

He stopped. Looked up.

"What…?" I was breathing hard, and I stared down at his face.

"More, Sir." He raised one eyebrow.

"More, Sir. Please…yes, more, Sir. Fuck I'm nearly coming already."

"And you're going to keep on coming," he said. "Remember that." He wriggled his fingers.

"Oh…please…"

"I know what you need, no demanding, little girl. I run the show." He swiped his thumb over my clit, watching his actions as he rolled it this way and that. "You're mine, tonight, and this little clit is so responsive, so sweet, I'm gonna wanna keep on playing."

"I want to come." I tried to push down on his fingers, needing more. "Oh…"

"Be careful what you wish for." Still he toyed with my clit. Not enough to take me over the edge, but enough to have me groaning with longing. His fingers eased in and out of me, gently fucking me. I was soaking for him, sopping.

And then he treated me to his mouth again. I was going to come. It felt so good, but again, just when I thought I was going to, he stopped.

I wailed in frustration and fought my binds.

He removed his fingers, rose over me, and to my relief his cock nudged my pussy.

"You want me to find a condom?" he asked.

"No, no, just fuck me." I went to grab him, but of course my arms were tied. I growled in frustration. "Fuck me. Now."

His nostrils flared, then he thrust into me.

I cried out. So did he. The relief of feeling him there was exquisite. He gripped the headboard with one hand and with the other he clasped my right breast.

His huge body pounded into me, shunting the air from lungs, his cock going so damn deep on each lunge. He rubbed over my clit, and I prepared to spiral into ecstasy.

But then he withdrew and clutched his cock with the hand that had been on my breast. His face screwed up into a pained expression and he fisted his cock, squeezing the tip. "Ah fuck…yeah…" He groaned on an outward breath that was quickly snatched back in and sucked deep. He repeated the breaths, and I knew an orgasm had taken him again.

"Dylan," I gasped. "I want to come, too." I wriggled against him.

He bared his teeth, and a deep frown etched between his eyebrows.

I remembered what he'd said about me keeping still, not speaking, so I did just that.

And judging by his tightly closed eyes, it was just in time. He'd nearly come as well as orgasmed.

After several long moments, he released his cock and stared down at me. "You nearly spoiled our night of fun."

"I want to come, too, Sir."

"You will. I already told you that." He moved off me, and I bucked in frustration. "But first this."

He plucked something from the drawer, then another thing. I couldn't see around him to know what it was, and then the next thing I knew, he'd tipped me over, half onto my side, half onto my stomach. The ribbon tying my wrists had twisted.

"You are a naughty little girl," he said by my ear, his stubble scratching my flesh. "Telling your master what to do."

"I'm…I'm sorry." My pulse was thudding, I was so wet between my legs and my clit so swollen with need it throbbed.

"So we're going to do this," he said, running a finger down my spine and then between my buttocks. He ventured lower, until he was pressing over my anus.

"What…what are we doing, Sir?"

"I'm going to own you here, too."

Something cool and slippery replaced his finger, right over my butthole. I gasped and instinctively sprang away.

"Ah, no you don't." He set a solid, strong hand over my hip, keeping me in place. "You see, I spoke to Theo," he went on beside my ear. "And he told me that when you were riding Ben, and just about to come, he played with this little hole and you orgasmed hard, real hard and real long."

"What? You spoke to Theo…about that."

"Guys talk," he said, "especially when they've all got the same woman to keep happy."

"Oh fuck." That wasn't what I'd been expecting.

"So," he said, the pressure increasing on whatever was at my asshole. "I think you're going to enjoy this plug."

"I don't know…I…"

"We're discovering your kinks, little girl." He pushed the plug a bit harder at the center of my hole.

It gained purchase, the very tip just poking into me. "Oh…"

"You have a word you can use," he said. "Say it if you need to."

I bit on my bottom lip. I didn't want to stop our night together. I didn't want to not know how Dylan could make me feel.

"Good girl." He kissed my shoulder, his lips trailing over my hot, trembling flesh. "Now just relax."

The cool plug was slippery with lube, and my anus quivered around it as Dylan inserted it. Its width stretched me, and a dense fullness filled my back entrance.

"Oh God," I moaned and curled my fingernails into my palms.

"I'm not hurting you," he said.

"No…no you're not…it's just…fuck I never thought this would happen to me."

"Just goes to show where boarding the wrong bus can take you," he murmured.

I groaned, long and low, my pussy trembling; the plug widened me so much there was a nip of pain. Then it popped in, the base settling itself heavily. "Oh!"

"Good," he said, slipping down my body and parting my ass cheeks. "You've done it, and it's not going anywhere, there's a T-bar at the end."

I swallowed tightly and was glad of the dim room. I was naked and tied up with a hot guy shoving things up my ass. What an image.

"You can move," he said. "It won't hurt." He urged me to turn.

I did as he'd wanted and found myself on my back again.

"So you want to come now?" he asked.

"Yes, yes…Sir." I nodded. "I really want to come."

"You think you can handle an orgasm with a plug up your pretty ass? It'll be intense, more intense than you've ever had it."

I nodded. "Yes. Yes, I can."

He ran his fingertip from my bound wrist down the inside of my right arm, to my underarm and then the delicate outer-side of my breast. "I wanna make this so good for you."

"You are…" I stared up at his face.

"I want this to be perfect."

"So fuck me, Dylan. Please."

"Sir."

"Sir."

He kissed me, a deep, luscious kiss that had me losing myself in him. His tongue stroked mine, and his fingers stroked my body, swishing over my skin until eventually he found my clit.

"Oh…" I broke the kiss and battled to be free. If he wasn't going to climb on me and get on with it, then I'd climb on him.

He chuckled softly. "Okay, okay, I get it, you've run out of patience."

And then he was over me, his erection angled at my pussy again.

"Please, Sir, don't stop until I've—"

"I won't, not this time." He locked his arms and looked down at me. "I promise."

He thrust in, his body driving over my clit and his cock seeming even bigger in my pussy. I was already full of solid plug, and now his cock had invaded me so deeply.

"Ah yeah…" His eyes glazed. "So damn tight."

I hugged his hips with my knees and stayed with him as he fucked me hard and fast and with determination. His body on mine, his weight rubbing my clit, soon had me on the brink of orgasm. My skin was hot and flushed, and I cried out with each curl of his hips.

And then it was there, bliss, beautiful bliss. I wailed his name and let spasms of ecstasy hold me in their claws.

"Oh God, yes, come like that, grip me," he said through gritted teeth.

The climax was intensified. My ass pulsed around the plug, sending extra fingers of electric sensation through my body.

He didn't let up. He kept on pushing my orgasm further, working my clit harder.

The spasms abated, but only for a second because then his efforts threw me into more climactic waves.

"Oh God, yes…again…I'm coming again." I locked eyes with him, but only for a few seconds, and then I was thrown into another full-blown powerful orgasm. My pussy was ravaged with bliss, squeezing and releasing his cock.

"Good…girl," he said, suddenly sitting back on his haunches.

He gripped his cock, and I recognized his orgasm face as he reveled in pleasure but didn't come.

And then he was back, thrusting into me. "Take another," he said, dropping over me and speaking onto my lips. "Take more, take what you need."

"Oh…oh, Dylan, it's so much." My entire pelvis was a mass of sensation, the crests of pleasure weren't abating.

"It's never too much. Come again…come again, little girl…now." He scooped one hand beneath me, in the hollow of my back, and pulled me closer.

The slight change of position gave him a new angle, and my clit instantly reacted. Soon the pressure was spiking again; the need to come, to let the waves of ecstasy take hold was too much to bear. I cried out and was taken to a new level of pleasure.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said. "So hot under me like this, wailing, writhing, gripping my cock with your wet pussy. Come again and let me feel your pleasure. Let me see your face when you forget everything except me fucking you while my plug is up your ass."

His dirty words had me spiraling into bliss again, and I fought the binds on my arms and arched, pushing into him. He was all I knew in that moment. He owned me. His wide tough body over mine was all I needed to feel everything I wanted.

I cried out again, not caring about the volume of my wail of satisfaction.

He reached up and yanked the silk holding my arms hostage above my head. Instantly, I could feel the freedom and I clasped his shoulders, the end of the silk lying half over my brow.

"Oh God…" he moaned. "I'm going to…" He withdrew.

His cock was so big and dark and shiny with my arousal.

"Jerk me off…" he demanded breathlessly. "Jerk me off, I'm going to come, I'm going to come…on you."

I did as he'd asked and clutched his hot, steely cock.

He closed his eyes. "And my…balls."

Quickly I cupped his balls. Squeezing them gently, I worked his cock hard and fast.

He cried out, an animalistic sound that filled the room. The first shot of cum landed on my stomach, filling my navel. He stilled, and his muscles tensed to granite, more pleasure rushing from his slit. I kept on working him, watching him, feeling everything while my body was racked with aftershocks from my own orgasms.

"Pip," he gasped. "That is…" He was staring down at me. His pupils were wide and his dark eyes full of a new gentleness. "You are the sweetest…fuck…"

He collapsed on top of me, but only for a moment because then he rolled to the side. Which was just as well as he'd jolted the air from my lungs.

"Dylan…" I swallowed, my throat dry. "I didn't think…I have never…"

"Had so many orgasms in one go."

"Yes, that…and…up my…"

"It all adds to the fun." He was breathless.

"How many…I mean…how many times did you…?"

"I dunno, three orgasms before I came." He bent his arm and rested his forearm over his eyes. "It takes stamina, but fuck it's worth it, otherwise it's all over in a few seconds. Us guys aren't lucky like you women, we don't get long in the pleasure zone."

For a moment I lay there thinking about what he'd said, then I shifted my hips and was reminded of the plug in my ass.

He appeared to be drifting into a doze, so I carefully got up and went to the en suite.

I filled the sink with hot soapy water, gingerly removed the plug, and washed it thoroughly. I left it on the side of the tub, then found a flannel and washed. After splashing some cool water on my flushed cheeks, I returned to the bedroom.

He hadn't moved, so I climbed next to him and curled up close.

Instantly, he scooped me into an embrace, his stubbled chin resting against my brow. "You sound so pretty when you come."

"I've been told I'm pretty lots of times, but never that I sound pretty."

"I guess I see you differently to most people." He kissed my brow. "And just so you know, sharing isn't usually my thing."

"It isn't?"

"Nope."

"So why now? And how are you coping, knowing what you know about me and Ben and Theo and Eduardo?"

He was quiet for a moment, then, "I guess I'm willing to compromise if it means I can still have you."

"Just for sex?"

"What? No." He tipped my chin, forced me to look up at him. "I mean sex with you is something else, especially now you know my…er…style and you seemed to enjoy it."

"I did." I studied his eyes. "A lot."

"I see you," he said, seriously. "I saw you that first day running away from a marriage that was doomed from the damn start. I saw your strength, your levelheaded cool, and I admired that. I had no idea you were famous, no idea you had such burdens from your past to bear, but I knew then, sitting at the back of the tour bus, that you were going to be someone special in my life."

"You did?"

"Yeah, didn't you?"

"If I'm honest…"

"Go on…"

"Then no. My heart was shattered, and I was trying to hold it together while I figured out what to do." I paused. "Turned out a bunch of rough and tough hockey players were my knights in shining armor."