Free NoBounds by Ann Jacobs

licking her
pussy, tugging with his teeth at the ring in her clit. His chest brushed
against her nipples when he moved. When he sank two fingers into her pussy and
another into her ass, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She swallowed
convulsively around his cock, took him deeper.
    She sucked him hard, as though she could
consume him. She loved his taste and texture and what he was doing to her.
    She loved him and the sensations he’d
aroused until it felt…
    Incredible. Her cunt and ass clamped down
on his fingers. It all felt so good she hurt, as wave after wave of ecstasy
flowed through her. Limp, half-conscious now, she only vaguely registered the
fact that he’d turned the platform, until he flexed his knees and impaled her.
    “I’m tired of gentle. I know you are too.”
His hands easily spanning her corseted waist, Cole steadied her. With every
thrust of his hips, each hard stroke of his cock within her swollen cunt, she
came again. And again. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t come again, he
came in her pussy, those hot bursts of life taking her to yet another climax.
    She went limp, her eyes closed as she
concentrated on the sensation of his cock inside her, still trembling in the
aftermath of his climax. It was as though there were only the two of them,
alone despite the observers looking on.
    “Look at me,” he ordered quietly.
    When she did, she saw incredible tenderness
in his expression. She had to answer his unspoken words, so she raised his palm
and kissed it. She loved tasting the clean, salty essence of his sweat.
    “Master, I—”
    A shouted warning invaded their private
moment. Then came an otherworldly shriek followed by sounds of fighting in the
hallway outside the door. “Master, that sounds like Mistress Ciel.”
    “Stay here.” Cole strode toward the door.
“I’ll take care of this.”
    “Amber!”
    She heard Ciel’s voice, somewhere between a
plaintive wail and a threatening roar, the Mistress warring with the pathetic
soul she’d become. “You’re mine. You’re…”

Chapter Five
     
    “No, Ms. Ciel, you can’t go in there.”
    “Fuck you.” A whip cracked. Somebody
screamed. Another crack. Feet pounded on the marble floor as people got scared
and started running. “My brother betrayed me, and now I’m going to make both of
them pay.”
    Quickly, Cole loosened Amber’s bonds and
lifted her off the modified cross. “Stay here.” He shoved her into a darkened
corner of the dungeon and strode to the door.
    Fuck it all. He’d have the head of the club
employee he’d set to watching Ciel. Damn it, he had personally given her enough
medication that she should have slept through the night. She must have gotten
hold of something from Ulrica’s bag, something that had her wired tighter than
a guitar string.
    It was clear that his sister had completely
lost it, but there was no way he was going to let her injure Amber. He opened
the door to the dungeon, stepped out into the hall. “Ciel, put the whip down.”
    “You…” She lifted the whip, cracked it,
flicked it with her wrist and wrapped the last three feet or so of its
five-foot length around Cole’s bare legs. While he struggled to get free, she
dropped the whip and fled, her long black hair snarling around her like
Medusa’s. The expression in her eyes in the split second she looked at him
would have curdled the blood of a zombie.
    “Show’s over,” Cole shouted to the audience
as he came back into the observation room. “Welcome to No Bounds. Follow the
rules and have fun. The dungeon mistress tonight is Mistress Magda.”
    He stepped back into the shadows and took
Amber in his arms. “Ciel has lost it, sweetheart. We have to go find her.”
    * * * * *
    Three moons shone in the night sky. Three.
    Where the fuck am I going ?
    Disoriented, Ciel whirled first one way,
then the other. The neon lights of bars and clubs along the Street of Pleasure
blinked, blinding her to everything but her quest.
    Kill.