NoBounds by Ann Jacobs Read Free Book Online

she was sure he felt every twinge she allowed to show outwardly—and
that he would take her every discomfort into his own magnificent body.
    “You have such a gorgeous ass,” he
commented, his breath bringing goose bumps up on the uninjured skin around the
brand. “I’d hate to have to redden it with a flogger, but I will if you pull
another trick like trying to wander around before you’re strong enough.” He
bent and placed a kiss on the dimples just above the start of her crack.
Surprising her, he then licked his way down until he rimmed her anus with his
tongue. “When you’ve healed a bit more, I’m going to fuck you here.”
    With others, anal sex had meant only
submission to another’s will. With Cole, she imagined that she’d feel
incredible pleasure as well as a sense of belonging to her master. When he
worked first one finger then two, beyond her anal sphincter, her cunt began to
clench, anticipating…
    “Master, you don’t need to wait.” She
trusted he’d be gentle, the way he had been earlier when he’d claimed her
pussy. She didn’t care if he wasn’t careful. She wouldn’t mind if he hurt her.
She actually craved the pain.
    Without it, she had never been able to
reach the heights of pleasure. “Please, fuck my ass now.”
    He raised his head, found her swollen clit
with his other hand and stroked it. Pinched it sharply. She bit her tongue to
keep from crying out with the sudden wave of sexual awareness that made her
lift her hips.
     
    “Be still or I’ll hogtie you.” Cole freed
his hand, gave her a sharp slap on her inner thigh. When she moved again in
obvious defiance, he realized Amber hadn’t been joking. She was apparently able
to reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure only with punishment. “But you’d like
that, wouldn’t you?”
    “Oh yes, Master. Please.”
    Someday, Cole would show her that she could
trust him to bring her pleasure without the trappings of Dominance and
submission, convince her that she deserved that pleasure whether or not it was
delivered with pain. At the moment, what he wanted most was to give her what
she’d begged for so sweetly.
    He got up, shed the sweatpants he’d put on
before going down to check on progress the workmen were making, putting the
final touches on the private chambers at the club. Now he strode to a chest by
the window. Once he’d opened it, he rifled through it until he found what he
was looking for.
    A linked pair of nipple clamps with a clit
clip dangling from the center of the link. A brand-new glass dildo to be filled
with warm or icy water as was his preference of the moment. And finally the
restraint she was begging for, although Cole doubted she’d ever seen one
exactly like this one, which he’d recently invented.
    It was a braided silk four-point tie that
would fasten left wrist to left ankle, right to right. The leash at the center
of the “H” would be fastened to a metal eye in the canopy frame above the bed.
Applied properly, it would pull her limbs together, keeping her cunt and ass
conveniently open for his pleasure.
    It should give her a submissive’s delight
in helplessness without putting her in a position where the new brand would be
irritated. Cole swore, realizing as he did at least one reason why he’d never
gotten off on marking his subs. Doing so placed limits far stronger than safe
words on what he might do to take a sub to the heights of sexual satisfaction.
Those limits made him chafe as he rigged Amber in the device and secured the
leash to the eye.
    “You know, I’ve never claimed your pretty
breasts,” he said, raising her enough with the restraint that he could slide
the nipple clamps and clit clip beneath her torso. Lowering her again, he
cupped the pale, firm flesh of her breasts with both hands. “I see your nipples
are pierced. Maybe I’ll replace these curved barbells with gold rings to match
the collar I’m having made for you.”
    Her breathing sped up as though the idea
excited