Blindfold Vol. 2

I could still feel Toni’s nails biting into my shoulders. See her hands as they slid down my torso.

She’d never wait for a man to allow her to climax. I’d had to fight to keep her from taking it.

With a snarl, I tore away from Sibella, my cock pulsing, nearly painful with need.

She was panting. “Sir?”

“Be quiet!” I snapped. I didn't want to hear her voice.

I moved up behind her. She was bound on a specially designed sawhorse I'd ordered last year. Each leg, wrapped in red rope from thigh to ankle, was secured to the horse’s supports. She was wet, the lips of her bared sex open and vulnerable. Sibella always removed all of her body hair. Most of the subs I chose did the same.

Toni had a nice, neatly-trimmed thatch of hair, dark with just a hint of red and I…

Dammit! I shook my head, trying to clear it. I reached over to the side table and picked up the bottle of lubricant I always kept handy. I might like to get really rough with my Subs, but I wasn't cruel. I knew exactly how much preparation each Sub needed before each type of sex.

Fortunately for me, Sibella only needed a little and I knew just how to work it so that the lubricated finger slid in and out of her ass, drawing little suppressed whimpers from her as I twisted and curled it.

She was quivering by the time I mounted her. I pressed the head of my cock against her ass and paused.

“I want you to scream,” I said. Maybe the noise would pull me out of my head.

I slammed into her and Sibella’s high, needy scream echoed through the room. The muscles in her ass spasmed around my throbbing shaft. She loved taking it after very little prep and that was what I needed right now. I drove into her again, my balls slapping against her cunt.

Again, again, again…

In my head, Sibella had become somebody else. The furious sounds of her passion made it easier for that image to coalescence. Tired of fighting it, I let it happen. I spanked Sibella’s ass while I let the memories play out, let the new fantasies take over.

“Beg me,” I said out-loud.

“Please…please, Sir…Sir please…”

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t her.

I brought my hand down on her naked ass, the round globes one of the few areas of her body I’d left untouched by the ropes. And exactly for this reason. “Keep it up. What do you want?”

Sibella’s low, throaty voice was almost – almost – a match for Toni’s. “I want you, Sir–”

I knew what was wrong. Why it sounded wrong. She hadn't done that.

“Don’t call me, Sir. Just…” I squeezed my eyes closed. When I heard her call me…I wanted it to be real. Now, I just needed release. “Tell me what you want.”

“You…fucking me. Just like this. Please, harder…harder…harder…I want to come, please, oh, please…let me…”

She lapsed into silence as her body stiffened, her ass tightening around me until it was almost painful.

She was close.

I knew the signs.

I should help. Get her to come so when I was ready…

A harsh gasp broke through my concentration, and I opened my eyes.

Toni stood in the open doorway to the room.

My playroom, the one I’d designed solely for my kind of sexual play.

Her eyes tracked down over my naked chest to linger on Sibella and where my cock was half-way in the other woman's ass.

Her mouth trembled.

I rotated my hips and drove deep and hard into Sibella, her ass a hot, silken glove, even through the condom.

Without taking my eyes off the petite woman in the doorway, I spanked Sibella again. “Beg me,” I rasped.

“Please, please, please, Sir!”

Toni’s eyes narrowed and her face flushed a hot, angry red.

As I brought my hand down on Sibella’s ass again, Toni spun on her heel and stormed away.

I buried myself balls-deep in Sibella's ass as she came…

Chapter 6

Toni

“That…that…that asshole!!” I said it through gritted teeth, and it wasn't even close to enough. There wasn't a word in the English language bad enough for the sort of person that bastard was.

Or for how fucking stupid I felt.

Shaking and hot with the anger inside me, I was almost all the way to the door when the phone rang.

I almost kept going.

I couldn't even explain why I stopped.

Maybe some part of me knew.

I hesitated and looked down the long hallway. Ash hadn’t even stopped, hadn’t even slowed. The fucker had his cock half in her ass and hadn't even blinked. In fact, he’d all but taunted me.

“Beg me…”

Like he wanted me to know what he wanted. Like he wanted me to know I’d come up short.

As if his exit this morning hadn't been enough to tell me that I hadn't measured up.

All those thoughts rushed through my head in a span of a second as I was turning to look at the phone. The name on the caller ID made my heart stop, then nearly burst out of my chest as I dove for the phone. I snatched it up, barely able to think.

“Hello?”

“I assume Mr. Lang has noticed that he’s…missing something.”

I sucked in a breath. “Who is this?”

A voice, disembodied and distorted, chuckled. “Now, now, Miss Gallagher. I’ll do the talking in this conversation. Is Mr. Lang available?”

Shaking, I lowered the phone and looked down the hallway, back to where…back to Ash. I shouted his name. He didn’t answer.

The screaming I’d heard earlier had gone silent. He must have told her to be quiet. She would've listened, of course. Because that was the kind of woman he wanted…I pushed the thought from my head. Not important.

A distant voice caught my attention and I stopped, lifting the phone to my ear as I started down the hallway. “I’m getting him.”

“No time for that, Miss Gallagher. I’m afraid you’ll have to work as the go-between for now.”

I shot another look down the hall and tried to walk faster. If I ran, I wouldn't be able to hear. Damn it, Ash…

My knees went weak as the man laid out his demands.

The line went dead.

Too late.

I sank to the floor and stared at the plush carpet beneath me. I tried to breathe, tried to steady myself.

But I couldn’t.

I ended up vomiting the entire contents of my stomach up on the floor.

Chapter 7

Toni

Thursday morning.

I mentally counted the days since Isadora had been kidnapped.

I wanted to puke.

Again.

As far as I knew, there hadn’t been any more calls, no more contact from the kidnapper. Not since Tuesday afternoon. Instead of a comforting blur, it was stark and clear. Every memory from the moment I'd seen Ash – Mr. Lang – through the rest of the day and into the night had been seared into my brain.

I hadn’t quite made it to my feet when Mr. Lang had appeared in the door, his jeans unzipped, a cruel smirk on his lips. “What are you…?”

That had been the last semi-civilized statement he’d said to me.

Everything else since then had either been shouted or snarled.

He'd been furious.

I hadn't deserved any of it. It hadn't been like I’d pla

Were they serious?

I didn’t know.

I didn't care, I reminded myself.

But even if I didn't care, I didn't understand why he was so pissed at me. I had tried to get to him in time. I'd told the cops everything the kidnapper had said. I'd remembered everything.

But still, it hadn’t been good enough.

Not surprising. A guy like him expected perfection, something I was sorely lacking in. I was also lacking in answers and he seemed to think I could pull those out of my ass.