Bertrice Small - Captivated

She felt his every muscle flex and tense with his determination not to cave in.

But a man's penis could only take so much; this she was to learn. And that if she concentrated her efforts on the sensitive ridge, she could bring him to the edge. How far was it, then, to pull him over?

He resisted. She pushed harder; she wanted nothing less than Court's utter capitulation to her. And she would fracture herself trying.

She felt the very moment the power shifted into her hand; it was in the way his body tensed, shifted, bracedlittle subtle signsover and above something about the way he felt in her hand: stiff and pliant and ready to blow.

And then, with one involuntary heave of his hips, he erupted, spewing like a volcano, covering everything with the thick cream of his release until he collapsed mindlessly into her power, into her hand.

She held him. She watched him. He wouldn't look at her.

The hell with him. No one else could give him such an explosive completion. She knew it in her soul.

He had better stop ignoring her … or she would keep him in restraints forever.

Lovely idea…

She wriggled her fingers between his legs. Yes, he reacted, and tried to hide it as well.

"You don't understand, Court. This is my will, my game. You do what I want."

"Not a chance in hell."

"Well thenI guess we'll see," she purred. "The night is young. Your body's hot. I can go as long as you can."

"I'm going nowhere with you."

She smiled that knowing smile he was beginning to dislike. "I think your penis disagrees with you." She stroked it gently. "I think I'm going to tease it for a while. Make it hungry. Make it hard for me."

"It gets hard for any naked woman," he retorted.

"I think I'll tie it up and make it mine," she murmured, ignoring his nasty tone. She had come prepared for this too, concealing in the corset between her breasts both her golden loops and the satin sash.

She fished out the sash and pulled it meaningfully around and under his thighs and between his legs, and then she looped it purposefully around his scrotum and wound it back up around his penis.

"You wouldn't"

"Yes, I would…" She tied the ends together so that his scrotum was lightly bound against his root. "Oh, that's good. And look at how much you want it… you're stiff as a poker already."

And feisty as a boxer, wrestling with his bonds, cursing her under his breath, transfixed by the coil of satin she wound around him. The bigger he got, the tighter the sash pulled against his scrotum, and the hotter and more aroused he got.

"I like that," she sighed. "All tied up. All mine. Now. One more thing." She pulled out the golden loops as she eyed the nubs of his male nipples in their wiry nest of chest hair. Always hard, always there. The loops would fit over them perfectly, she thought.

Everything perfect: everything in her control.

Not that he liked the idea of it. He bucked and heaved as he realized her intention, and he tried hard to twist away from her as she bent over him and she stroked his nipples.

Another secret male place… lovelyjust… deliciously lovely…

"Hold still now," she murmured, and slipped the golden loops first over one nipple and then the other. "Made for you, Court."

"Goddamn it!" He felt trussed and tied and decked out like some top-over-tail turkey; but if he were uncomfortable, his penis wasn't: it poked up, a towering wall of granite flesh, waiting for her to humiliate and excite him still more, and he hated the fact that all her tender mercies could whip him up to such a peak of arousal.

"Bitch. When I get my hands on you…" he muttered, jerking his arms this way and that, his throbbing sex always in his line of sight, and the awareness of the whisper-soft loops surrounding his nipples ever present in his imagination. "Goddamn… goddamn… goddamn"

"No talking," she commanded, running her hands up his thighs, around his scrotum, and between his legs. "Oh, this is nice. Very nice… Why don't you just spread your legs…?"

"The hell I will"

"orI'll spread them for you," she finished sweetly. "You do understand… it's always better to give me what I want. There" She caressed him. "And there… I like that spotand look… your scrotum is so tight"

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat.

"Oh, yes, I can see you're ready for me, Court. But I'm not nearly ready for you." But she knew she was; she knew her body was so wet for him that she could just sink herself onto his shaft and swallow him whole.

But the anticipation was sweet. And all the control in her hands. And his trussed-up body. And his bound-up penis begging for release. All hers, waiting on her need, her desire. Her time.

That was power.

The next thing she wanted to exact from him was the promise.

She moved away from him and contemplated the harness. Such a lovely piece of equipment, perfectly pitched to present a woman's body for penetration.

She quivered, remembering it, visualizing how he probed her and pushed her, slowly, carefully, inch by sensual inch.

What would it be like for a man to be splayed between those hoops?

She shuddered, an image of him positioned just so flashing through her mind. She wanted it. She wanted everything, and there was so much to be explored, so many answers she didn't yet know.

She turned back to him and caught him off guard, his gaze transfixed by the cushion of her bare buttocks.

He wasn't nearly that furious with her, she thought. Not nearly. He wanted what she wanted: the edgy arousal, the erotic games, and the explosive coupling of their naked bodies for the utmost pleasure.

And if it meant wearing his thrall collar, she was willing. If it meant complete submission to his whims, his desires, she was willing. If it meant living naked with him and spreading her legs for him at his demand, she was willing.

But only, only, only if she could have these luscious, powerful moments with him when she could be completely in command.

She started unhooking her corset as she walked slowly to the bed. She draped it over his penis as she climbed on top of him.

"I always wanted to do this," she sighed as she bent over him and brushed his hard right nipple with hers.

His reaction was swift and hardhe jammed himself up as sensation spiraled down toward his groin.

"Jesus…"

"Ummm." She rubbed his other nipple with hers, and she, too, felt it again, that curling sensation of pleasure that flowed like silk through her veins and precipitated that galvanic reaction in him.

He pulled frantically at his restraints. "Untie me, Drue."

"I don't think so. This is too much fun."

"I'll give you what you want."

"Ha." She brushed her nipples against his hairy chest, and moved downward and downward until she butted up against his satin-robed penis. "That's what you say today."

Carefully, she turned herself around so that she could envelop his penis with her breasts and all he could see of her was her rounded bottom.

But he could feel the heat and softness of her breasts surrounding his length even through the thin satin. Her nipples pressing into his thighs. Her hands, stroking him purposefully between his legs.

She liked that secret place just a little too much, he thought, his nerve endings tight with frustration.

Toomuch power in her hands, he thought, and his body convulsed.

This is the last time … he swore. The last time she'd ever get the upper hand. He'd keep that bitch naked and contained from now on. He'd teach her what her place was and he'd make her stay there, even if he had to…

What was he thinking? He was thinking like a man who was besotted with a woman. Damn her… He didn't give a good goddamn about her. She was part of a business deal, there for his convenience, his use, his possession.