Free Jack Stone - Deadly Revenge by Vivien Sparx Page A

intensely. It was an exquisite torture of anticipation that left her breathless and desperate.
    She could feel his strong hands, digging into the flesh of her waist, and his touch was like the brand of his possession. Celia felt herself reeling, a sensory surge that left her flushed and breathless and trembling like a leaf.
    He drew her down again onto her knees and bent her forward over the end of the bed. She lay her face against the soft mattress. Felt Stone slide down onto his knees behind her. She spread her legs and her breath hitched in the back of her throat. She felt so exposed – so open and vulnerable and submissive.
    She clenched her hands into the coverlet and closed her eyes. Stone slid his fingers up along the inside of her thighs, and then rubbed his palm firmly across the gap of her sex that was covered by the thin fabric of her panties. The material was damp and warm with her arousal. He pressed two fingers against the pouting folds of flesh and felt her shudder.
    Then he grabbed her hips and positioned himself behind her.
    He was still in his jeans, but as he thrust himself against her, grinding his hips and lunging, he felt Celia push back to meet him. He planted one hand in the middle of her back, forcing her to be still, pressing her down. Then he thrust again. She moaned softly. Her hand flew to her mouth and she bit down on her knuckle. Despite herself, she felt her body swaying and responding. Her breasts were pressed against the mattress, Stone’s hand like a mighty weight that kept her pinned. She gasped again and again as he thrust against her until she felt the first dull sense of her body beginning to thrill.
    She flexed the muscles in her thighs, and lifted herself just a fraction of an inch so that each of his thrusts rubbed against the hard aching nub that was swollen and on edge. The stirrings of her orgasm began to build. She tossed her head and tried to look back over her shoulder. Stone move his hand from her back and forced her face against the mattress. She was powerless – unable to resist. Unwilling to protest.
    Unbelievably aroused.
    Stone’s hand reached down until it was wrapped around her throat and he gripped firmly and then released, like a pulsing pounding heartbeat that matched the grind of his hips. Celia felt like her whole body was responding and reacting to the melting rise of passion between her thighs. It became something more – something that was not isolated to the clench of her sex, but seemed somehow to overwhelm every part of her body.
    She spasmed. Her whole body locked in the grips of a seizure – and then her hips began to undulate in a series of orgasmic waves and panting ragged breaths.
    Stone got to his feet and l eft Celia gasping on her knees, folded over the bed.
    “Don’t make the mistake of thinking your orgasm was sexual, Celia,” Stone said. “It wasn’t. We barely touched each other. What triggered your release was the way you responded to being dominated. It was your reaction to surrendering and submitting. The thrill is very powerful.”
    Celia tried to get to her feet, but her legs were weak and trembling and so she sat on the bed instead. Her heart was still racing, fluttering out of rhythm and the whole world seemed slightly askew and off balance.
    “All you did was kiss me…. touch me…” she said, a trace of bewilderment and wonder in her tone. “And yet I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”
    Stone nodded. “Welcome to the world of BDSM,” he said.
    For the rest of the day Stone drilled Celia in simple acts of submission until she had the basic positions memorized, and had learned to keep her eyes lowered, even when he addressed her.
    Lunch arrived on trays and they ate absently, their minds pre-occupied with the challenges ahead. Then they went back over everything again throughout the afternoon, until finally Stone was confident Celia would respond and react to any basic commands.
    Sandwiches were delivered at sunset,