by Mari Carr
“Take your clothes off.”
Her gaze flew back to his face. “Lucas—”
“You got in the car, Cait. I told you what would happen if you did.”
He didn’t say anything more. Instead, he watched her, letting her know he was waiting for her to obey his order.
Caitlyn put down her glass and stood. She slipped the buttons on her blouse free, slowly, seductively.
Lucas kept a tight grip on his glass because he didn’t trust himself not to rip her clothes off and fuck her like a man possessed. It had been a very long three days.
When she pulled the blouse off, Lucas couldn’t take it a minute longer. He covered her hands with his before she could unfasten her bra.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Blue,” she whispered.
He’d stocked the yacht, come prepared.
He released her hands and watched as the bra came off quickly, as did her slacks, socks and shoes.
Once she was completely naked, she glanced toward the floor, clearly unsure if she should kneel since he hadn’t added that to his command.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
The position lifted her breasts, pushing them out. He leaned toward her, taking one into his mouth and sucking on her nipple.
She gasped, but didn’t jerk out of his grip. He repeated the action to the other breast.
“Did you like the nipple clamps?”
She nodded.
“I’d love to see these pierced.”
Caitlyn shivered, her eyes drifting closed.
“Cait,” he said sternly.
Her eyes flew open, her gaze on his.
“Don’t close your eyes. Watch me.”
He crossed the room to retrieve the bag he’d dropped off earlier in the day. She was new to all of this, and despite her belief that she and that idiot ex of hers had indulged in D/s play, it was obvious they’d done nothing of the sort.
“Ahh!” Caitlyn’s shocked, excited gasp told him how much she liked the hemp he’d pulled from the bag. “Lucas—”
“Shhh. No talking, Cait. If I have a question, you’ll answer it. Otherwise, you’re not to speak. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
He paused, determined to hear her call him sir again. She’d spoken it to him just once, and it had merely whetted his appetite for more.
She looked at him, puzzled, when he didn’t move. “I can wait all night, Cait. Do you understand?”
His repeated question clued her in to what he wanted.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
His cock thickened, throbbed. He’d been at half-mast since picking her up at the pub. Tonight wasn’t just going to test her limits. It was going to test his.
Lucas took her hand and led her to the oversized, cushioned ottoman. It was perfect for what he had in mind. “Hands and knees.”
Caitlyn climbed on the large ottoman and assumed the position without hesitation. She’d enjoyed his bondage the other night, even though he’d kept it lighter, strapping only her wrists to the bed.
He was upping the ante tonight.
Pressing her legs apart, he knelt behind her, gripped her hands, and pulled them behind her back so her face was resting on the leather cushion.
Taking the hemp, he slowly wound it around her wrists before looping it higher, twisting it around her upper arms. The binding was tight enough to keep her helpless.
“Does that hurt?”
She shook her head.
Lucas froze and waited.
“No, sir. I love it.” Her breathless tone would have been enough to tell him that without the confirmation.
Once her arms were completely confined, he reached for the bag once again and pulled out the anal beads and lubrication.
He ran his hand over the soft globes of her ass before removing the cap on the lube and squeezing some into her ass. She jumped slightly at the sudden chill.
“Lucas.” Her voice was filled with desire, hunger. It fed his own.
He dragged the beads along her ass, letting her feel them, letting her know what was coming next.
“Please,” she murmured.
Lucas pressed the first bead in. The strand contained eight, each one slightly larger than the next, with a loop on the end that would make it easy for him to remove them. He’d started with the smallest.
He pushed in the second and the third, one right after the other, and then let the remaining beads dangle between her legs. “Hold those in. Don’t let them slip out.”
Caitlyn’s back arched, her anus puckering around the strand as she worked to obey him.
“There are five left. You’re going to take them all inside for me.”
“I— Yes, sir.”
Lucas’s chest tightened and his cock throbbed almost painfully. “That’s right, Cait. Call me sir and understand what it means. Right now, right here, I’m your master.”
He slid two more beads into her anus. She gasped, the larger ones stretching her tight hole.
“God,” she cried out. “Oh God.”
Lucas spanked her ass, two swats on each cheek that left bright pink marks. “I told you not to speak.”
Spanking was never going to be a viable punishment for Caitlyn. She liked it too much. She wiggled her ass, inviting him to continue.
He was glad he was behind her where she couldn’t see his face. He wasn’t forced to school his emotions, to hide his smile at her reactions. He pushed the final three beads inside her ass. The last two had stretched her beyond what was probably comfortable, but she didn’t cry out or ask him to stop.
There was still one more toy in the bag. Reaching in, he withdrew the small egg-shaped vibrator and its remote. Her body provided all the lube he needed to push it into her pussy with ease.
Caitlyn groaned, her body shuddering in anticipation. He left the ottoman, claiming the spot on the sectional that gave him the best view of her face.
She followed his progress with her eyes, wary, though her hair had fallen over her face partially. She hadn’t expected him to leave her there, but there was no way Lucas could deny himself the treat of looking at her. His own personal work of erotic art.
He reached out to push her hair away from her eyes, determined that she watch him as well. Leaning back on the couch, he lifted the remote.
“You aren’t allowed to come.”
She scowled, displeased with his command. He’d felt how wet she was. How hot. Caitlyn’s orgasm was close.
“If you come before I give you permission, I’ll untie you, you’ll suck my cock, and then I’ll take you home.”
Caitlyn’s annoyance faded in the face of his threat, genuine determination taking root. He’d found his punishment. For his submissive, there was nothing more brutal than taking away her bondage.
“Do you understand, Cait?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was stronger than he would have imagined, and it turned him on. She may be submissive, but she wasn’t weak.
He pressed a button on the remote, keeping the toy on low.
Caitlyn shuddered and struggled to close her legs around it. Whether she was trying to hold it in or find some relief didn’t matter. He’d issued his command. It was up to her to obey it.
She squirmed, fighting against the climax. Her sexy wriggling was almost his undoing.
Lucas stood briefly, unfastening his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He didn’t bother to kick them off. Instead, he sat back down and took his cock in his fist, stroking it as he watched Caitlyn struggle against her bondage, against her desire to come.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
When he switched the remote to the next speed, Caitlyn cried out loudly, her body going stiff as she waged a war with herself.
Lucas stroked himself harder, faster, torn between yanking the vibrator out and filling her pussy himself or jerking himself off so he could come all over her. Both options were appealing.
He forced himself to sl
ow down. Sucking in some much-needed air, he took a couple minutes to compose himself. However, he didn’t give Caitlyn the same luxury.
She continued to fight against the ropes on her arms, the vibrator in her pussy, the beads in her ass. All of it was too much and she was clearly close.
Once he’d beaten down his own imminent climax, he stood and turned the remote on high.
“Come for me, Cait.”
She began screaming the instant the remote’s speed increased. Lucas stepped behind her as her body convulsed from the overpowering orgasm racking her.
Donning a condom, he used two fingers to draw out the still-vibrating toy, her pussy clenching greedily to keep it inside.
He pushed his dick to the hilt in one hard thrust, uncertain if Caitlyn was coming again or still coming. It didn’t matter to him. She felt like heaven on his cock, tight as a vise and hot as a furnace. He pressed the vibrator against her clit to keep her orgasm going, determined to soak up every bit of the throbbing, the pounding of her inner muscles against him.
When her orgasm started to wane, he turned the vibrator off and tossed it to the couch. Then he started fucking her in earnest, taking her harder than he’d ever taken any woman.
As his own climax loomed, he tugged at the loop on the anal beads, popping them free one at a time, punctuating each one with a powerful thrust. Once the last bead was out, they were both there.
Lucas’s balls constricted a second before he came, pulse after pulse of semen filling the condom.
Caitlyn’s voice was hoarse from her cries and her ragged breathing.
For several moments, he remained inside her, relishing the heat of her pussy. Then he pulled out, tossed the condom in the trash can and slowly untied her.
When she was free, he dropped onto the couch and pulled her onto his lap, rubbing her shoulders, her arms, her hands.
Caitlyn didn’t move as he massaged her, her head resting against his shoulder, her eyes closed.
After several minutes, she looked at him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
“Caitlyn.”
“I didn’t…I never…”
“You didn’t say the safe word.” Had she wanted to? Lucas’s chest tightened, thinking perhaps she’d wanted him to stop.
“No,” she said quickly. “All I mean is…my fantasies were never half as good as that. I didn’t realize…”
Lucas released a long, relieved breath. “And you wanted us to cover all this territory in just one night.”
She giggled. “Jesus. Missed the mark there, didn’t I?”
“I planned for us to spend the night on the yacht. You okay with sleeping with the enemy tonight?”
Her face sobered up. He’d meant the comment as a joke, but his tone hadn’t sold it.
“You don’t have to be the enemy.”
It was as simple and as difficult as that. He could drop the bid for the pub. They both knew it. The problem was even if he bailed out of the project, his father would most likely move forward with it. It would fall to him to protect the Collins family’s interest. He just wasn’t sure how to do that.
“I know,” he said, hoping she would let that line of conversation die there. After everything they’d shared tonight, he didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“Of course, even if the pub issue wasn’t there, there are other things standing in our way.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We’re very different people, Lucas. Limos and yachts aren’t my standard mode of transportation.”
“Being different isn’t a bad thing.”
She considered that and then nodded slowly. “You’re right. It’s not.”
“I want to keep seeing you.”
Caitlyn bit her lower lip rather than reply.
If she demanded that he take her home again, Lucas wouldn’t be held responsible for his actions. He’d let her go for three days, and it had nearly killed him. This time, he wouldn’t let her escape so easily.
“Cait,” he prompted when she didn’t answer.
“I want to see you again too.”
Her response was what he wanted, but it wasn’t enough. Lucas was a greedy bastard. Old habits died hard. “No more limits,” he demanded.
She gave him a sad, beautiful smile. “No more limits.”
Chapter Eight
Caitlyn stood outside the door to Lucas’s place, debating whether or not she should knock. It was well after eleven p.m.—way too late for a visit. She’d started to turn around twice on the drive over here, but something kept her going.
It was Christmas night, and she’d spent the entire day in a whirlwind of activity that had begun at her parents’ house, unwrapping gifts with Mom, Dad and Lochlan. Then they’d driven to the pub for a huge family meal. The family was too large to comfortably fit in anyone’s house, so each year they gathered at the pub, opening presents, singing carols, drinking too much Jameson, while talking and laughing until they were all hoarse.
This year’s festivities had lasted until a couple hours ago, at which point Caitlyn had crawled into her own bed at home, exhausted from the day. However, she’d tossed and turned, too restless to sleep, and then she realized what was keeping her up.
Lucas.
He’d confided in her a couple of days ago that his Christmas day consisted of a quiet breakfast at his mother’s house, a late lunch with his dad at the country club, and then—this was the part that had really gotten to her—he simply spent the evening at home. Alone. The whole thing sounded dreadful to her.
Lonely and depressing.
They’d only seen each other a handful of times since the night on the yacht, so it wasn’t as if they were in an actual relationship, or at least, they weren’t to the place where that’s what they were calling it. And they certainly hadn’t progressed to something serious enough to warrant an invitation to spend the holiday with her family.
God, she could imagine her uncles’ faces if she’d shown up with Lucas in tow. They were only just barely holding their tongues about the fact she was still seeing the man. She had Mom and Riley to thank for the restraint on their parts. However, that control would have been sorely tested if she’d poured Lucas a glass of eggnog from Grandma Sunday’s crystal punch bowl.
So far, since the night on the yacht, they’d gone out to dinner three times and lunch twice, and all five times had ended in red-hot, blow-the-roof-off-the-house sex.
Every time she saw him again, she swore she’d show some self-control. Then he’d whisper “Cait” in her ear, in that deep, demanding way, and the next thing she knew, she was naked and bent over whatever piece of furniture was at hand.
Or against whatever wall.
She blushed as she recalled Lucas taking her against the wall in the bathroom of a very ritzy French restaurant on Roland Avenue.
It was madness. And it didn’t show signs of ending anytime soon. The only thing that sort of set her mind at ease was the fact Lucas seemed to be as helpless to resist her as she was him.
But sex wasn’t what had driven her here tonight.
It was the idea that Lucas was alone on Christmas. She didn’t like it.
She lifted her hand and knocked.
A couple minutes later, the door opened to reveal Lucas, shirtless, in lounge pants that hung off his waist just enough to give her a perfect view of his six-pack abs…and rock-hard stomach.
She amended her previous reason for coming.
It was totally for sex.
“Caitlyn? What are you doing here?”
“I should have called. Or texted.” For a brief moment, she panicked. What if he wasn’t alone? They weren’t in a committed affair, or at least, they hadn’t said they were. For all she knew, he had company. “I can go,” she said, taking a step away from the door.
“No.” Lucas grasped her hand and pulled her inside. “I’m glad to see you. I thought you had a big day planned with your family.”
“I did. I mean, I did it all. P
arty wrapped up a couple hours ago. I just…” She paused, uncertain how to explain her impromptu appearance. “I knew you were going to be alone most of the day and I thought maybe you’d like some company.”
She held out the bag she’d brought along. A plate of dinner—turkey, lamb, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, Brussels sprouts, homemade rolls—and a Tupperware container with three different kinds of dessert—pumpkin pie, Christmas cookies and German chocolate cake. “Brought you some leftovers.”
He frowned. “Leftovers?”
Caitlyn grinned mischievously. “Yes. It’s something we middle-class people eat a lot of. It’s where you take whatever was left from one meal and eat it the next day. Sort of a money-saving technique, like couponing.”
He chuckled as he accepted the bag and headed toward the kitchen. “Very funny.”
Lucas pulled out two plates from the cabinet and reached into the bag.
She held up her hand. “You can put one of those plates away. I couldn’t eat another bite. Feel like I could pop, I’m so full.”
Lucas’s eyes widened when he pulled the aluminum foil from the paper plate. “No wonder. This is what you had for dinner? It’s a ton of food.”
“Yeah. Of course. It’s pretty traditional fare. What did you have for dinner?”
He shrugged. “A bowl of cereal.”
She was horrified. “For Christmas?”
“I wasn’t really that hungry earlier. Had oysters Rockefeller with my mom for brunch, and then Dad and I had steaks at his club around three.”
She crinkled her nose. “Steak for Christmas?”
“Yeah. Wagyu Gold Grade. Filet mignon. It’s this thing rich people eat that costs a lot of money.”
She laughed. “Smartass.”
Lucas moved the food from the paper plate to a glass one and popped it in the microwave. Then he walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay. “Want to have a glass of wine with me?”
She nodded. “That would be great.”
He poured them both a glass, and then retrieved his heated plate from the microwave before they took a seat at the kitchen table. “Your timing is perfect. I was just debating whether or not to grab a second bowl of cereal or go to bed hungry. Much prefer what you brought along. Merry Christmas, Caitlyn,” he said as he lifted his glass.
