Chapter 16

Beneath the blindfold, I could only hear the padded basement door swinging open. As it creaked, cooler air swirled past my super-heated skin. My nostrils flared as the familiar aromas of leather, the rubber tiles, cleaner, and lingering sex sent tremors rippling through me.

“Nice and slow, baby girl.” At Pete’s voice behind me, I gulped.

One by one, he eased me down the creaking steps. Both the fingers tight to my neck and his other hand on my hip, guiding me, sent shocks racing through my body. No sooner had my heels sunk into the basement matting than Pete tugged me across the floor. All those scents, even more potent below the ground, swirled into me.

Still clamping my throat, Pete remained silent while turning me and driving me backwards. He wasn’t cruel, only forceful. My legs struck padding. Cool. Hard. Slick. Oh, fuck. It was the bench.

As he stretched me over the solid furniture, my heart pounded ever faster. Would he lash me down? When I settled onto my back, the cold leather cushioning sent shivers through me. After tugging out a small padded shelf to support my head, his fingers finally left my neck to sweep my arms downwards and place my legs. Right as my wrists and ankles brushed the thick manacles fixed to the base, Pete let out a long sigh.

“God, you should see yourself, baby girl. So beautiful.”

A camera whirred.

At the sound, a massive wave of shudders sped through me, causing the leather to squeak beneath my writhing frame. The whirling in my mind screeched to a halt at Pete’s belt buckle opening and trousers thumping to the floor. It raced again at the settling of his clothing on a counter, and a slight movement through the air. His padding footsteps circled until he stood between my dangling legs. My panties were tight across my hips, hanging off the plush, rounded edge.

“Jesus. Oh, fuck.” left me as a bulbous warm pulsing shoved into the wet lace.

At his moan, every muscle within me tensed. A louder moan tore from him when he rocked forward. The pulsating knob strained the sodden material, pulling it tighter at my waist.

“No, this won’t do.” The sudden appearance of his voice jolted me, and I swallowed as the mass glided up and down. “Far too tempting, baby girl.”

Far too tempting! What did he mean? He’d led me here. He’d placed me almost naked on my back in his basement dungeon.

“Please,” hissed from me as my neck strained to turn my blindfolded face towards him.

No effect.

All I could do was moan, my entire body trembling, when the heated bulb left me. Footfalls, sticky on the matting, faded. In the distance, the camera continued to whir. With blood thundering in my ears, I missed his return.

At his long, thick fingers turning my skull to one side, I gasped. My gasp disappeared into a muffled, wet slurp as a solid, throbbing tube skimmed across my open lips. As Pete moaned, he slid his cock over my upturned face. Though my heart seized, I thrust my tongue out as far as I could to taste him for the first time.

“Oh, fuck. Such a wonderful tongue, baby girl.” As Pete’s words ended in a long sigh, the rounded mass reversed direction. “Every bit as good as I imagined.”

Imagined? He’d imagined that—me? God, I hadn’t. But at the sudden hammering of his pulsing tip at my stretching lips, I would from then on.

With the clenching fingers of both his hands gliding through my hair, I let my tongue drag along the thumping dome. My breath hitched when he moaned and thrust. The heat of his colossal helmet’s corpulent rim spread my lips ever wider. Then wider still. Fuck, he was enormous.

As a groan of intense need left me, blowing bubbles around his flesh, I shifted my neck, waiting. It had been a long time since I’d sucked a really large cock. Then again, it hadn’t been anywhere near as huge as Pete’s. As my heartbeat hammered and entire squirming body squeaked along the leather, my fingernails clawed at the still-open shackles below.

And then it was gone.

Silken smooth skin, so taut and so hot, disappeared from my lips. As drool oozed over my chin, my heart raced. Why? And, God help me; I already missed his pulse. Its heat waves disappeared. Although I kept my mouth open, Pete’s footsteps faded across the room.

When the tacky footfalls returned, the touch of his fingers sliding under my neck and a hand on my shoulder sent colorful lightning across my blocked vision. Another rippling wave of sparks sent me writhing atop the leather. As he lifted me, my breathing raced in time with my pounding heart.

Oh, I wanted to ask what he had planned, but I knew better and remained silent. Instead, I struggled for air while letting him lift me to my shaky heels.

Likewise, Pete stayed quiet. Only his rapid, heavy breathing gave away how aroused he was. And the constant smacking of his lips.

After rotating me, he gripped my neck once more. God, I’d missed that feel. That belt. Then the collar I’d worn for my old boyfriend. I’d picked it out. Black leather. Gold lettering. “Slut.” Heavy gilded rings front and rear. It was—amazing.

With my heart hammering, he guided me before him across the mats. One massive hand grasped a wrist to lift my arm. He placed it into an offset shackle. Tremors rippled through me. The X-frame! When he clamped it shut with a resounding snick, I bit hard into my lower lip. Snug against my wrist, the slick rawhide was cold but quickly warmed.

Still quiet, though his heated breath pounded the bare skin of my back, Pete did the same with the other arm. When he pushed on my waist, nudging me into the icy padding of the wall-mounted frame, the shudders deep inside me became body-wracking shakes. Like a machine gun, air pulsed from my quivering lips. Not because of the chilly pad, but from being—placed.