Passionate Ink – Some Like it Hot

Passionate Ink is Erotic Romance Special Interest Chapter #207 of Romance Writers of America

Winning Sexy Scribbles BDSM Scene Maddix

Heather Maddix Winning BDSM Scene

Chapter 12 – Resort Suite

 

Jane watched from her vanity seat in their suite as he fingered the ribbon, knowing him well enough to realize he was back at their initial encounter. “That’s how you knew who I was…wasn’t it?” She asked.

Zeke cleared his throat and nodded in response to her question. He must have come to his senses, because he made quick work of Jane’s tresses, finishing her long braid by wrapping the coral ribbon around the end.

“Thanks, love,” she said sweetly as she stood up. Turning towards him, she noticed his erection beneath the towel, raising her eyebrows, she asked, “I guess that didn’t help you calm down at all, did it?”

“No,” Zeke said with a shake of his head, “not a bit.”

 

“I guess you would like me to do something about that?” she asked while moving close enough to him that she was able to reach down and palm him through his towel.

He swallowed audibly, his cock throbbing “Yes, I would love for you to do something about it.”

Jane snickered internally; hook, line, and sinker. She tugged the towel from his waist, letting it hit the floor and watched intently as his beautiful dick bounced upon being freed. She licked her lips slowly and dropped to her knees right in front of him; she took him into her mouth, one stroke, two strokes, licking him from base to tip with hunger.

Looking up at him with lusty eyes, she licked him one more time and suggested, “Let’s take this to the bed.”

Zeke helped her to her feet and hastily led her to the bed, his excitement was so intense that Jane could feel it radiating off him.

 

“Climb in the middle,” she commanded sexily, embracing her inner vixen. Zeke did as he was told, and his eyes followed her intently as she went to the side of the bed. He reached out to tug at the belt holding her robe together, oblivious to the fact that she had picked up a restraint cuff that was connected to the bed; just as his fingers went into her belt she snapped a cuff around his wrist and pulled the strap back to tighten his hand to the headboard.

She saw the panicked look in his eyes as they flew to her face and she wickedly smiled at him. “Trust me,…” She said as she walked around the bed to snap the other cuff in place, securing him to the bed.

 

 

What the fuck?! One minute I’m getting my dick sucked, and the next minute I’m cuffed to the bed. Zeke tried to move his hands and quickly realized that Jane had tightened the cuffs enough that he was now utterly at her mercy. It had been a very long time since he had allowed someone to restrain him; he simply didn’t trust easily, and that mistrust carried into the bedroom. Although, if Zeke was honest with himself, the thought of being tied up and vulnerable while his partner did unspeakable things to him sounded extremely erotic. Watching Jane step back to admire her work his panic choked him. What if she leaves me here? What if one of the resort employees find me? My reputation as the owner would be ruined forever.

Zeke’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his anxiety continuing to increase. Jane must have noticed because she stopped pacing and took a moment to reassure him, “I promise, I won’t keep you tied up too long. I just want to have a little fun, and help you take care of your…”

Her voice trailed off as she motioned to his erection; she seemed to be a little nervous because her blush deepened when she watched his penis jump, betraying his suffocating panic.

 

“Relax,” Jane purred soothingly as she unbelted her robe and let it fall to the floor, turning around slowly to give him a full view of her naked body. Zeke swallowed hard. He was just as nervous as she appeared, but he indeed felt his tension begin to melt when he noticed that Jane’s nipples were pebbled with their own arousal – Maybe this would be fun after all.

~

 

Jane chewed her lip nervously as she turned slowly before him. She couldn’t believe that she was actually going through with this. Breathe, you can do this. You WILL do this! In an attempt to calm his nerves as well as her own, she started talking and pacing.

“If you don’t like what I do to you, simply say the word coral,” she began. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll assume that you like what is being done. Nod if you understand and agree,” she said firmly while meeting Zeke’s gaze; awaiting his response. At his motion of agreement, she continued with growing confidence, “This scenario would probably be considered a fantasy of mine. I don’t know if I put it on my application. I’m sorry if I didn’t but where better else to live it out.”

She stopped pacing abruptly, met his gaze and said, “Good. I’ll be right back, I have to go get some items from the closet.” She left Zeke helplessly tied to the bed, watching her anxiously as she left.

Jane took advantage of her time in the closet to calm herself down and refocus, she was giddy with excitement and was beginning to lose her wits. Breathe. So far, it seemed as though Zeke was going to willingly play along and although Jane was pleasantly surprised, she wasn’t necessarily prepared.

As her gaze wandered over the toys, she thought about their weekend thus far. Jane had booked this vacation because she was tired of living her vanilla life and to really make the most of

 

it, she needed to embrace her sexual prowess. Zeke made her feel sexy, desired and powerful; somehow, she had the ability to turn on this Adonis of a man. If there was ever a time that she would be confident enough to do what she had planned, Jane knew that this was it.

Taking a deep breath, she began picking out the items she would need to execute her sweet revenge: a new set of vibrating panties with remote, various lubes, and lastly the ball cinch she had teased him with earlier. After picking out her items, she placed them in a small satin bag and grinned while she thought, time to punish him for his little white lie with a night he’ll never forget.

~

 

Small beads of sweat formed on Zeke’s forehead and his mind wandered in every direction as he heard Jane rummaging in the closet. When she finally reappeared several minutes later, she held a satin bag that seemed to be on the verge of bursting.

“So… remember how I said I had plans for you?” she began innocuously.

 

“Yes,” Zeke croaked, his gaze swinging between her face and the bag with apprehension. “Well, let’s just say I hope you’re a good sport.” Jane teased with a smirk as she climbed

onto the bed and positioned herself in between his legs.

 

Zeke’s body shivered when she came to a sudden stop between his legs, “Do I need to tie your legs, too?”

“No, I’ll behave,” he said with a soft smile. Detecting the slightest hint of uncertainty in Jane’s voice, Zeke’s anxiety began to ease. He had every intention of complying with Jane’s demands as his curiosity far outweighed his nervousness.

“Good!” She said with satisfaction in her voice as she leaned forward towards his cock and licked her lips, “Remember, coral is your safe word.”

 

“I remember.” Zeke rasped, his body aching with need as he watched her lips wrap around his shaft sensually.

He watched her mouth work his cock, his impressive length going in and out when she paused suddenly and hovered right above his cock, “Do you get tied up often as an escort?”

Zeke blinked rapidly, caught off guard by both her question and the timing. He knew by her gaze that she was waiting for an answer, so he simply shook his head in response.

Jane slowly trailed her tongue up the right side of his cock and down the left, keeping her eyes glued to his; he both loved and hated the anticipation she was creating all in the same breath. He moaned loudly as her tongue flicked a bead of pre-cum off the tip of his cock and he couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of filling that beautiful mouth of hers with cum.

“Well, what about as the owner?” she asked pointedly, flashing him a wicked smile before she took him deep in her throat. Zeke froze, the enormity of her question registering; he tried desperately to meet her eyes, but Jane’s attention was solely focused on his cock. Fuck! How did she know?! Zeke’s mind raced, a whole new sense of panic washing over him; here he was, tied to a bed, completely at the mercy of a woman who had just called him on his bullshit.

Feeling his chest tighten, Zeke gripped the wrist cuffs and tried to pull himself away; before he could, so much as move an inch, Jane took him deeply into her throat and whatever thoughts he had were lost on the slide of her tongue.

 

 

Jane stroked Zeke with one hand while using her mouth to create hot wet tension with her other hand, she reached discretely into her bag of tricks. He felt warm liquid on his balls, and his hips lifted reflexively, pushing his cock even deeper into her mouth. The vibrations of her moan of acceptance of him hitting the back of her throat caused him to tremble in ecstasy.

 

He closed his eyes in pleasure at the feeling, and despite realizing his charade was up, he wasn’t worried. He knew he should be worried right now but something told him regardless of his lie and whatever feelings she might have, Jane didn’t intend on hurting him.

Distracted by the wet warmth dripping down his balls and into his ass crack, Zeke let himself get lost in the sensations. Between the feel of the lube, her slightly tugging his balls, and the flick of her tongue against the head of his dick, he was about to lose his mind with the need to come. As her finger wandered teasingly over his taint, he groaned audibly and thrusted forcefully into her mouth and hand.

Jane popped him out of her mouth and looked up at him seductively, her face half hidden by his impressive erection against her cheek, he thought that he has never seen such a beautiful sight. She gripped him tightly, still stroking him and he shifted against the bed when she started rubbing his asshole lightly at the same time.

Zeke moaned, torn between wanting to close his eyes in embarrassment and wanting to watch as she teased him so sensually. His cheeks warmed at the urge to grind down on her finger, wanting to feel it inside of him. He was unable to resist watching as she licked the underside of his throbbing cock and a new bead of pre-cum appeared. Jane continued stroking his tight asshole and he began moving his hips in the same rhythm to show he was ready. As she slipped a lubricated finger into him, Zeke had to fight his instinct to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Jane paused in her stroking, giving him a moment to adjust while keeping him still fully embedded in her mouth. Zeke took a deep breath and tried to relax, nodding to Jane to continue. As her finger worked slowly in and out of him, he closed his eyes and threw his head back against the pillows as the pain ceased and the waves of ecstasy washed over his body.

 

On the verge of exploding, Zeke’s eyes flew open at the sensation of more lube pouring over his cock. His eyes met Jane’s and saw her shiver from the burning intensity of his scrutiny. When he felt her teasingly blow on his wet, rock-hard cock he damn near ripped the thick cuffs clean out of the wall. “Jane, I need to come,” he rasped with desperation.

~

 

Jane shot Zeke a wicked grin and ignored his pleas. With a steady gaze, she reached into her satin bag and pulled out the infamous ball cinch from their conversation earlier. She could hear him groan in disappointment as she slipped her finger out of his ass and made quick work of sliding the ring portion of the cinch onto his enormous erection. Putting the tip of the ball cinch to his asshole, she gently rubbed it back and forth, ensuring it was smothered in lube. Zeke moaned in response to the teasing of the cinch and started to speak just as Jane plunged the first section in.

“Yes…” he hissed, his hips arching upwards in response to her invasion. Jane could feel her own breath quicken, her arousal palpable as she pushed the massager deeper inside of him. She went slowly, thoroughly enjoying his torment and finally slipped the largest bead into him. She grinned broadly when she heard him moan and jerk against the cuffs.

Jane sat back on her knees and began stroking the wetness between her legs as she took in the scene; she watched with intensity as Zeke settled into the sensation of the cinch, his pleasure visible. His gaze roved her naked body, following the path of her hands with raspy breaths of appreciation. Jane had never felt so alive, so empowered, and so brazen.

“Now be a good boy and tell me when you’re going to come,” she said with a smirk and leaned forward to once again take him into her mouth. Her hand still working her clitoris as she stroked him She heard the rattle of the cuffs and felt him tremble under her lips, knowing that he was going to be on the verge of climaxing soon.

 

“I’m going to cum,” he moaned loudly and panted against the onsite of his orgasm.

 

Jane took the cue and instantly pinched the tip of his dick to stop his release, and Zeke’s groan of despair filled her ears. He threw his head back against the pillow, seeming to have finally realized what her plan had been all along.

Jane grinned at him from between his legs with mischief dancing in her eyes. With one hand pinching the tip of his cock, he watched as she used the other to remove the infamous coral ribbon from her hair and brought it down to his cock. She trailed it over his throbbing erection teasingly before tying it tightly around the tip of his shaft to keep his orgasm at bay.

“This is to remain in place until I take it off,” Jane said firmly and tied a pretty bow on the underside of his cock. She met his eyes, shrugged and said, “Consider this your payback for lying.” Zeke stared at her silently, his jaw opening and closing but no words coming out. Jane beamed at him. As she untied his hands, she met his gaze and gave him a sensual smirk, “Now be

an extra good boy and make me come before we go to dinner.”

 

Synopsis

Jane is tired of her lackluster life, from her job to her sex life. After getting dumped by her boyfriend a week before her younger sister’s wedding, she drunkenly submits an application to Devil’s Cove – a pleasure island promising to fulfill all of her fantasies.

Before she can even regret her drunk application, she receives notification that Devil’s Cove is excited to make her fantasies come true – her reservation application has been accepted and was completely nonrefundable.

Unwilling to lose out on so much money, she packs her bags and heads to the Caribbean for a once in a lifetime weekend of debauchery.  Her escort is everything she asked for in her application: tall, dark and handsome. Their chemistry is on fire from the moment Jane meets him on the tarmac.

Although Jane knows in her head this is a weekend of uncomplicated sex, her heart tells her that this weekend is ruining her for any future relationships. She has no clue how she is supposed to move forward from this weekend, especially when she finds out her escort is actually the owner.

But one thing she does know for certain… payback for his little white lie is absolutely necessary.