Rescued in Paradise Page 2

  “Did I give you permission to talk to my sub? Let alone touch her?” Connor was getting madder by the second, his blood boiling in his veins, especially when the other man ignored him and looked over his shoulder at a stunned Sydney.

  Dorian cleared his throat. “No, you did not, but I was merely staking my claim on this enticing beauty for tomorrow evening before anyone else snatched her up, Master Connor.”

  “No,” he growled, his anger barely leashed. “Master Dorian, she will be accompanying me tomorrow night as well—” He was cut off mid-sentence by a tiny hand grabbing his shirt and tugging him around. What the hell? When he made the full turn, he was met with a very pissed off looking woman—Syd.

  Her eyes flashed fire at him and her voice raised a full octave above her normal pitch as she addressed him. “I'm sorry. What was that? I seem to have missed a conversation or two.” Connor was somewhat taken aback at her apparent irritation.

  She was right, though, they hadn’t talked. In fact, they barely ever spoke. He kept a bit of distance between them so he wasn't tempted to take her to his rooms, tie her down to the bed, and never let her go. But right now, in this moment, she was smart-mouthing the head Dom of Paradise, and that did not fly with him.

  “You, my dear, will ask permission next time you would like to speak. Also, you will lower your eyes when you address me. Do you understand?” he stated firmly.

  “Do I? Oh right, the big, bad Dom says so.” She rolled her eyes before lowering her head. Connor could not believe that his innocent, submissive Syd was being so defiant—a downright brat. Glancing back at Dorian, even he was in a state of shock. The anger marring his face, he was sure, mimicked his own.

  Everything that had just transpired bubbled up and Connor snapped. Pointing his finger at Dorian, he made his point. “You and I will talk about this later. Right now, I have a punishment to dish out on a smart-mouthed little sub.”

  Dorian nodded in agreement, his tone conveying a hint of excitement when he spoke. “I think I might enjoy seeing this one in particular. I'm sure it will be quite the show. Maybe I could learn a few things.”

  He really wanted to punch Dorian in the face, but that would have to wait for another time and place. With that, he stepped up in front of Syd. Her head was still bowed, but her body was rigid, and her hands were balled up tight by her sides. She obviously knew what was coming, and she deserved every bit of it for the little tantrum that had just happened. And he was most definitely going to enjoy every minute of it as well.

  Chapter Three

  Sydney knew she was in trouble for her blatant insolent behavior when Master Connor weaved his thick fingers into her hair and tugged her forward, giving her no other choice but to follow obediently down the hallway. She knew full well she’d crossed the line when she smart-mouthed him at the bar. She just hadn't been able to stop herself. From the moment she’d arrived, she was in a mood, and his arrogant display just pissed her off. Apparently, he was also in a mood, one she hadn’t seen before. Normally, he was so controlled, always in command of everything around him, especially his own emotions. Tonight, that clearly was not the case, which confused her.

  She stumbled more than once as he led her to the center of the room, hauling her over to the empty set of stocks. Her heart rate kicked up a notch when he stopped in front of the thick wooden device. Defiantly, her chin lifted, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, even though she was uneasy about his intentions considering the anger that poured from him in waves. Even the onlookers wore puzzled expressions at the sight.

  “You have no fucking idea what you started tonight, Syd,” he growled as he threw the top wooden lid of the stockade up, the hinge creaking quietly.

  His hand remained wrapped around her hair, gripping the strands tightly at the base of her skull. She tumbled forward when he tossed her half naked body against the stockade… hard. Pushing her head in the smooth curve, he barked, “Put your fucking wrists in the sides. Now.”

  Without question, she dropped them in the opening and he slammed the lid over the top of her, securing it in place with a heavy lock. Fuck. Maybe she shouldn't have opened her mouth earlier. The club had a universal safe word, so even though he gave her none, she knew if things escalated too far, it could be used and one of the monitors that kept watch would step in. It was one of the many safety precautions that made her feel so comfortable at Paradise.

  Master Connor’s hand skimmed down her back. Wrapping his finger around the lace ribbon at the bottom of the corset she wore, he yanked until it unwound through each metal grommet. It tickled as it slid upward and apart, and she had to stifle a laugh at the sensation. Once it weaved through the last hole, the pretty corset parted and fell to the ground, leaving her breasts fully exposed. The chilled air whipped around, and her nipples pebbled instantly. Feeling her skirt slide down her legs, a shiver skated up her body as she stepped out of it. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him fling the material to the side. She was now fully naked and at his disposal. Continuing, his hand caressed further down, rubbing over her ass, caressing the twin globes appreciatively.

  Playfully tapping each cheek, he purred behind her. “I can't wait to see my marks here, to see this perfect tanned flesh turn a glowing red.”

  He spanked her once on each side with the palm of his hand, the blows landing with a sharp sting.

  “My cock is hard just thinking about it, pet.” He struck her ass once more. “But you see, Syd, I won’t be using my hands.”

  She tensed as his warm palms started to roam down her slender thighs and calves, stopping at her ankles.

  “Maybe…I'll use my belt.” He yanked her legs apart, splitting them wide open. The feel of the cold steel made her shiver as it locked around the ankle he was still holding. “Maybe…I'll use a flogger. Or a whip.” He shifted and snatched up her other ankle, pulling it further apart from the first before snapping another metal cuff around it.

  The rough stubble from his rugged, sexy-as-sin face rubbed across the back of her thigh, causing her to shiver in anticipation of what exactly he had planned for her. Suddenly, he moved, and all touching ceased. Trying to lift her feet, she managed a fraction of an inch. The thick metal cuffs were tight, but not tight enough to cut off circulation.

  It wasn't until that moment she realized how immobile she truly was. Her head and wrists were locked tight in the stocks, and her legs chained securely to the floor. In this position, she was spread wide, leaving every inch of her open for his thorough perusal. That thought alone had her juices trickling down the inside of her thighs. Growling in frustration, she did not want him to see how much he was affecting her. Being on display was not an issue, nor was lack of confidence in her body and self, but there was just something about Connor that made her feel vulnerable, and that unnerved her immensely. She could not remember a time in her life when she had ever felt that way.

  Hearing movement to the side, she tilted her head to see his bare feet and legs appear in her line of vision. Her placement in the stockade was most comfortable when she kept her head tilted downward, her eyes fixed on the floor.

  Standing directly in front of her bound form, he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. Eyes whipping up, she saw an evil grin on his face, a look full of delicious promises that should have worried her instead of turning her on as much as it did. It heated her from within. Fucking hormones.

  “Since you have such a sharp tongue this evening, beautiful, I think perhaps you need something in that mouth of yours, don’t you?” He smirked, holding up a medium-sized ball gag. Crap.

  Before she was able to form a coherent thought in order to reply, she watched in a daze as he gripped his thick cock that appeared strained, the tip red and angry. Fuck me. One look at Connor’s impressive shaft had her mouth dry, all moisture seeming to evaporate instantly. Eyeing every magnificent ridge along his huge length, she longed for a taste. On its own accord, her tongue peeked out from between her parched lips to moiste
n the trembling plumpness of her lower one.

  Moving forward the few inches to her face, he pressed the weeping tip to her lips, forcing her to open her mouth and take him. He thrust down her throat in one sharp push, causing her to gag, then pulled out almost as fast. “Now if you had been a good girl, I would have let you wrap those plump lips around my dick and suck me till I came down your throat.”

  She had never wanted to both fuck and hurt someone at the same time so badly in her life. Her normal reaction in this sort of circumstance was not to be bratty, making her uneventful compliance to his words strange as she struggled against the binds. This side of him surprised Syd. He was always so cool and collected, but tonight, something was different.

  He started to laugh at her useless fidgeting and shoved the ball gag in her mouth, strapping it tightly around the back of her head. “Since you haven't been very good, you can suck on that for a while.” Placing a small rubber ball in her hand, he closed her fingers around it to secure it in her palm. She flexed the little orb a few times, making sure she had a firm grip on it.

  He clutched her chin lightly, tilting her head up to meet his penetrating gaze. Never before had she seen tenderness in those steely grey eyes of his. At that moment, the stern expression he regularly wore was so much softer. Maybe it was her imagination.

  “If it becomes too much for you, drop that and it all ends. Since you are unable to speak with that in your mouth, that ball…” He pointed to the rubbery ball she held in a death grip. “It's your safe word. Use it if you must, even though I have no doubt that ball won't be anywhere near that floor.” With that, the smirk was back. She wanted to grind her teeth together, but the gag prevented her from doing so. “Nod your head if you understand.”

  Biting into the gag, she nodded.

  He ran his hand down her cheek, whispering, “Good girl,” before disappearing around her again.

  Behind her, Syd heard Connor and Dorian converse briefly, making her jaw tick. Given the mood Connor was in, and the way he reacted earlier to Dorian, it would shock her if he allowed the other Dom to participate. When Dorian’s voice trailed off, he suddenly came into view. He was standing with his arms crossed, wearing a smirk in the front of the growing crowd.

  The warmth of Connor’s palms seeped into her chilled skin as he ran them over her back and around to the front of her body. Cupping her ample breasts, he massaged them in tandem, and she couldn't help but moan. Squeezing them together, he rolled them, adding enough pressure to make her squirm. It felt so damn good. All too soon, he stopped, releasing her. Using the tips of his fingers, he flicked her nipples a few times. The sensitive flesh quickly hardened to taut, aching peaks. When the tiny buds were firm enough, Connor nimbly pinched and twisted the pair, sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. Her breathing labored, she felt the severe pinch of the first clamp being fastened to one distressed nipple. As she clenched her fists, the ball flattened in her hand. She shuddered uncontrollably as he attached the second one. The intense pain quickly faded to a pleasurable sting, making her moan once again.

  His fingers slid lower, quickly finding her swelling clit. Stroking the tiny bundle of nerves repeatedly, he began to flick it hard, mimicking what he’d just done to her clamped nipples. Fidgeting, her body fighting with the restraints, she damn near flew out of her own skin when she felt the pinch of the clamp he attached to her inflamed button.

  Syd let out a scream, her muscles and tendons taut, but the sound was muffled by the fucking gag.

  “Shhh, take it, Sydney,” he purred close to her ear. “Take it for me.”

  Connor’s confidence filled her with pride and the burning desire to please. More than ever, she was determined not to fail him. Every nerve ending was lit up like a Christmas tree. Heat blossomed in her womb as the clamps bit into the delicate skin. It was painful at first. If the ball gag had not been in her mouth, her lip may have been torn off by her teeth. Her body continued to vibrate until the pain began to subside, leaving a searing heat racing throughout her system.

  A loud thwack echoed in the large room when he smacked her ass, bringing her attention back to him.

  “Now, are you ready for your punishment?” he taunted as he ran what felt like a handle back and forth through her swollen pussy lips, gently tapping against the clamp fastened on her clit.

  She sputtered around the gag incoherently.

  “What was that, pet? I didn't hear you.”

  He plunged the handle deep into her sex and she rocked forward, her neck scraping against the wooden opening her head was locked in. Immediately, she knew it was one of the floggers with an attached glass dildo that replaced the normal handle. Thrusting the handle in and out, soaking it in her nectar, he began to land sharp, open-handed slaps over her ass.

  She lost count as the slaps rained on her burning flesh, causing heat to radiate from every pore. As he removed the handle slowly, her pussy clenched at the loss, wanting to be filled again. Syd sagged briefly, but Connor was having none of that.

  “Arch that ass…now!”

  Hurrying, she lifted her ass, arching her back to push it out even further.

  “I hope you didn't think that was the end of your punishment, pet.” He snickered right before she felt the first lick of the whip against her ass.

  A master at handling the whip with skilled precision, he made sure it wouldn't tear into her flesh...until he was ready. Strategically placing his blows, fanning them out over her ass, thighs, and back, the leather continued to kiss her flesh until tears were streaming down her face and she was mentally begging him to fuck her. The plea muffled by the gag firmly placed between her clenched teeth confirmed it. He didn't stop, though. He continued his strikes.

  After several more, she started to feel lightheaded, her mind about to float from her body, when she realized he had stopped. She was so far gone. Her teeth and jaw ached from biting into the gag. She was sure she would be tasting rubber for a week. Her skin was coiled tight like a rubber band ready to snap. Every inch of her body was simmering, as if she was set on fire and the flames refused to fizzle. Before she could calm herself down, he tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps.

  “You still with me?”

  He tugged again and she whimpered, the saliva dribbling down her chin, a result of not being able to swallow with the ball gag in place.

  “Mmm,” he murmured as he ran the tip of his cock along her throbbing pussy, parting her drenched folds. “Now I'm going fuck you, Sydney.”

  Hearing the familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper being torn made her toes curl in eagerness. When his fingers penetrated her body rather than his cock, a loud, muffled moan drowned out the cursing going on in her head. Pumping frustratingly slow, he set a pace that reduced her to a drooling mess. All too soon, he pulled free, riming her ass with the honey he’d collected. One thick digit then another slipped easily into her back entrance knuckle deep. The intrusive sensation she normally felt when stretched from behind was swiftly driven away as those magic fingers worked in tandem to drive her higher into the clouds where her mind would float once release was achieved.

  As he continued to work his way into the tight opening, her limbs flexed, muscles and tendons stretching. Her body was so taut for release that every single muscle worked against her. All too soon, he pulled those probing digits free, and she wanted to weep from the loss. The tip of his cock dipped between her folds to run along her slit, causing her body to jerk. Friction was what she needed and he refused to give in and allow her the reprieve. She knew the wait would only heighten the experience, but it felt as though a million tiny insects marched just beneath her flushed skin, and the butterflies that took flight in her abdomen were almost too much to bear.

  She didn’t have to wait long.

  Screaming around the gag as she was impaled by him from behind, she was grateful at least that he lubed her tight, puckered entrance before he penetrated. The raw intrusion would have no doubt hurt like hell. So many times
, she’d imagined him taking her this way. Every time she fantasized it, she was alone in bed while she’d pleasured herself night after night. She’d never imagined the real thing to be so damn good, nor had she admitted, even to herself, how much she truly wanted all of this to happen.

  His fingers bit into her hips as he began to move, his pace domineering and ruthless as he pounded deeper and deeper into her tight cavern.

  Clenching her hands, she was sure there would be blood from her nails digging into the center of the palm without the safety ball. All she could do was take everything he gave unless she was willing to drop the ball to end it. That was never going to happen. She needed this too much. Far more than she’d ever realized.

  Barely hanging onto the very edge of sanity, she could feel the orgasm building deep in her core. It was so overwhelmingly intense it was actually painful.

  Connor bellowed loudly, “Do you need to come, Sydney? Do you?”

  She wasn't sure, but she swore she could almost hear the desperation in his voice. Unsure why, tears began to pour like a running faucet from her eyes as she nodded frantically. She was falling apart, unraveling at lightning speed.

  The chain shifted when he gripped the clamp fastened to her sore clit and tugged it tighter. Her scream lodged in her throat, choking her momentarily. His strokes were erratic and wild now, tearing her apart, and she loved every single second of it. She shook roughly from holding back the orgasm begging to take over her.

  He roared, “Come now!”

  He yanked the clamp from her clit, and she shattered.

  Convulsing in the restraints of the stockade, her legs buckled, but he held her tight, wrapping one arm around her waist as her release thundered through her. Her mind was gone. She was floating outside of herself in a euphoric bliss-filled high, barely hearing his growl as his release claimed him.