Wicked

by Jaci Burton

  She flinched, then sucked in a breath of air as he petted her ass again, his movements gentle as he slipped his hand between her legs, coming so close to her clit it drove her crazy. But he didn’t touch her there. He meant to torment.

  Damn, he was good.

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, Blair,” he said, his hand coming down to land on her ass again, this time striking the lower part of both cheeks with a light tap that made her pussy quiver. “I think you’re going to need a lot of punishing.”

  Oh, she hoped so. Her body trembled under his sexy assault, anticipating his next move, craving his touch. She was starving for it.

  “And your pussy is wet.” He cupped her, rubbing her clit. This time, she did moan. She couldn’t help it. What he was doing to her wasn’t inadvertent. It was deliberate, meant to entice, to let her know who was in charge of her pleasure.

  He was a goddamn master at this game.

  She’d underestimated him.

  She shifted, undulating against his hand, trying to move her clit closer to his palm.

  He removed his hand.

  Bastard.

  “You’ll come when I decide,” he said, swatting her again. “I call the shots here, Blair. Not you.”

  He slid her off his lap and onto her knees on the floor, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Jerking his jeans down his hips, he pulled out his cock, stroking it near her face.

  Long, thick, the crest was wide and smooth. She couldn’t help herself. She licked her lips as she looked at it, her nipples tightening as she breathed in the musky scent of him. God, he was beautiful.

  “Suck it.”

  Her pussy throbbed at his command.

  “Fuck you,” she replied, clenching her teeth.

  He jerked her head back and smiled down at her. “Baby, you’ll be doing that soon enough. Right now you’re going to suck my dick.”

  He grasped his cock with his free hand and painted her lips with the drops of liquid pearling at the tip.

  She wanted to defy him.

  She wanted to suck him, to reach out and grasp his shaft with both hands and devour his flesh. But she would be giving up control to him if she surrendered to her desires, and that she wouldn’t do.

  With careful restraint, she opened her mouth and licked his cock head, tilting her head back to watch his face, relishing the way his eyes glazed over as she took a long, slow swipe of his silken head.

  Her belly quivered as she tasted him. Salty, wild like the man. So carefully in control as he watched her, his brows tilted upward, his breathing quick and labored as she swirled her tongue over the head, wrapping her lips around him and drawing his shaft inside the heat of her mouth.

  “Christ,” he whispered, loosening his hold on her hair. “That’s good, baby. Suck it in.”

  He surged forward, feeding her inch by glorious inch of his cock, his fingers tangled in her hair as she teased the swollen crest, feeling his heat slide between her lips.

  What she wouldn’t give to let go, to cup his balls in the palm of her hand and milk him as she swallowed his cock.

  But they played a game. A game she refused to lose. The stakes were high, and no matter how intense the sensations were, she would not give in.

  Still, it was oh so sweet, his taste, his primal scent, compelling her to release her inhibitions and give him everything.

  She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. Her body ached for him, her need for him beyond anything she could ever admit to even her two closest friends. They wouldn’t understand.

  No one understood what she needed.

  Only Rand knew. Because he matched the wildness within her, his muscles coiled and tight, the tension around them thick as he pumped his hips forward and slid his cock over her tongue. She suctioned him in, feeling him jerk in response as she tightened her mouth around him when he pulled back.

  “Tease,” he whispered. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Your mouth was made to suck cock. Sweet, full lips and that hot tongue.”

  He had no idea what she was capable of doing to him, how much she enjoyed his pleasure, what it did to her own body. She was wet, throbbing, pulsing between her legs with the need for his hand, his tongue, his cock down there.

  She pulled back and lightly dragged her teeth over his cock head, feeling him shudder. Then she couldn’t resist touching him. She grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke as she sucked, wanting what he had to give her, wanting everything.

  She wanted the control, wrestling it away from him, going to the place where she was comfortable. She squeezed his shaft as she sucked the head, swiping her tongue over the fluids that escaped, using her other hand to gently palm his balls. When his cock lurched forward and speared her mouth, she knew she’d found his weakness.

  “Fuck, Blair!” he groaned, tightening his hold on her hair, pumping forward to feed her more of his dick.

  She had him now. No man could hold back, not even Rand. She took him deep, feeling his balls tighten under her grasp as he pushed forward, fucking her mouth with erotic movements that made her pussy cry out for attention.

  She wanted his hips propelling forward in her cunt the same way, fucking her pussy the way he did her mouth. She let her lips do the work while she reached down between her legs to massage the unbearable ache, wanting to come when he did. She found her clit, knew how little it would take to get her there, knew how close he was to giving her a hot load of come. She hurried her movements on her clit, panting with need, groaning against his shaft as she sucked him, moving her mouth over him in rapid strokes now, squeezing his balls tight with one hand while strumming her clit with the other.

  She was close . . . so damn close.

  Come in my mouth, Rand. Come on, baby, we’re both almost there.

  When he pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked her hand away from her pussy, she gasped in utter shock. He drew her to her feet, his gaze dark and angry, his breath sawing in and out with great effort.

  What the hell was wrong with him? They were both seconds from one incredible dual orgasm.

  “You’ll come when I say so, and it won’t be by your hand, Blair. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

  No. No way. No fucking way had he just done this to her. She couldn’t even breathe, her clit was tingling, and within seconds she’d have burst into climax, and he wanted to control her orgasm?

  “Are you out of your mind?”

  He smiled, the half curl of his lips lethal and dangerous. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. And so do you. You think you can turn the tables and control this. I warned you.”

  She tried to wrench her arm away, but he held tight to her wrist. She looked down at his hand and back at his face. “You’re hurting me.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Let go.”

  “I told you if you agreed to this weekend, I was in charge. You’re not going to call the shots, Blair. You’re not going to control this. I am.”

  She took a quick glance at his cock. It was still rock hard and upright. And she was still throbbing and close to orgasm. Damn him. She was good at taking care of things. Why didn’t he just let her pleasure them both?

  “Because you need to learn to let go,” he said, as if he’d read her mind.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “You will.” He pulled his jeans up over his swollen cock, then bent down and shoved his shoulder into her belly and stood, throwing her over his back.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she asked as he headed out of the room.

  He didn’t answer, just moved with a purposeful, swift stride down a narrow hallway, stopping only long enough to open a door and enter a darkened room. She tried to lift herself off, but in this position it wasn’t likely. His body was like a freakin’ rock, and he had a damn good hold on her.

  Until she went flying, anyway, landing with
a shriek.

  On something soft.

  A bed.

  “Asshole!” She scrambled to her knees, her intent to launch herself right off the bed and leave. But he grabbed her hands and dragged her to the head of the bed.

  The room was dark despite it still being light out, and she couldn’t make out much other than she was on a bed. Not much help. And he had a firm grip on her arms. No matter how much she struggled, it was like fighting a giant oak tree.

  He made short work of wrestling her top off, dragging it over her head and tossing it away, then yanked her skirt down her hips and legs. She heard a jingle, then a clank, then cold steel clamped around her wrists as he tethered her to the iron bars of his bed, one wrist at a time.

  “Rand, this is not funny.”

  “Wasn’t trying to be,” he said, moving down to her feet.

  This time it wasn’t cold steel he attached to her ankles but something a little softer—cotton rope maybe—that he tied around them as he secured her, legs spread, to the bottom of his bed. Despite her profound irritation, her nipples puckered, her clit quivering to life again.

  Tied, spread-eagled, to Rand McKay’s bed. In the dark, hand-cuffs on her wrists and rope binding her ankles.

  She was at his mercy.

  * * *

  * * *

  Mercy!

  His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, Rand watched Blair’s widen with anticipation and something else. Her breath caught as he fastened the last rope to the bars on his bed, signaling her that she wasn’t getting away this time. She wasn’t in charge anymore. He was.

  She sucked in her lower lip, her nipples hardening, and as he inhaled and light filtered in the room, he smelled it on her, saw it on her face.

  Arousal.

  Oh yeah. She could feign anger or indifference as much as she wanted, but her body told the truth.

  He reached behind him and flipped open the shutters partway, allowing a little daylight into the room. It bathed her body, showcasing her like a golden goddess.

  “I keep it dark in here when I work nights and sleep during the day. But I definitely want your body in the light. I need to see you. And you need to watch what I’m going to do to you.”

  She kept her lips firmly pressed together, her gaze narrowed. He allowed a smile as he walked around the bed, surveying his work, and stopped at the foot of the bed to look at her pussy spread open before him.

  “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, Blair. Did you spend extra time preparing it for me today?”

  “Asshole. I did no such thing.”

  She was lying. He moved to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, lifting her foot. “And such sexy feet with your red-painted toenails. I’ll bet you like to have your toes licked, too, don’t you?”

  She didn’t answer, but she sucked in an audible breath. Yeah, she liked it, all right. He stood and discarded his clothes, moving to the head of the bed. Like a wary victim of a predator, her gaze followed his every movement.

  Rand palmed his cock and stroked it, though just the thought of fucking her this way had him hard in an instant. He’d been so close to shooting his load in her mouth, down her throat, wanting to watch her throat move as she swallowed every drop of his come. It made his balls ache just thinking about how good it would have been.

  But that would have put Blair in control. And that’s what Blair wanted, what she was used to.

  He intended to turn her world upside down this weekend, and that meant she didn’t get to be in charge.

  He wanted her complete and total surrender, which meant his needs had to wait.

  Or maybe not. He crawled onto the bed and straddled her chest, still stroking his cock, wanting her to see it, to watch him, to know that he could do whatever he wanted.

  To himself or to her.

  And she could only watch.

  He grasped the shaft tight, then moved forward, slipping back and brushing against his balls, letting the groan escape his lips. “Your mouth was sweet and hot on my dick, Blair. You suck cock like you were born for it.”

  Her lips parted on a quivering breath as she focused on the movements of his hand.

  “Want to wet it for me while I stroke it? Lick the head a little? I do like your mouth.”

  She swallowed, then nodded, but didn’t say a word. Bracing his hand on the wall over the bed, he leaned over her, sliding just the head between her lips.

  Like wet hellfire, scorching him as she swirled her tongue around the crest, then wrapped her lips around him and sucked him in. His cock jerked against the roof of her mouth, and she groaned, the little hum making his balls dance in agony. He couldn’t help it. He released his hold and drove in deeper, feeding her inch by inch of his dick. She took it all. Watching his cock disappear between her lips was like selling his soul to the devil herself.

  God, he wanted to come in her mouth.

  But not yet, and not this time.

  She was going to come first. She was going to surrender.

  Body and soul. He wanted it all.

  “You’ve tasted me, now I need to taste you.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth, wincing as it made a popping sound. She didn’t want to give it up, damn greedy little thing. He liked that she held on so tight, that she enjoyed sucking him.

  He bent over her and brushed the top of her head with his mouth, taking a deep breath. Her hair smelled like summer rain. Moving down, he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, lingering there when she opened her eyes and regarded him warily.

  He kissed the top of her nose, the corner of each of her lips. Her slightly pointed chin, then hovered over her mouth, breathing in her breath, absorbing her, watching her expression change to one of anticipation.

  “Tell me what you need,” he said, his lips so close to hers they were almost touching.

  Almost, but not quite. He wanted her to say it, needed her to say it.

  “Kiss me,” she finally whispered.

  He did, capturing her mouth under his and taking possession, holding back the urge to ravage her. Instead, he stroked her mouth gently, sweeping his lips across hers, nipping her bottom lip, and nudging it open to slide his tongue inside.

  Warm and inviting, she swept her tongue around his like an embrace, sucking at his, until their playful, tender kiss turned to something more passionate, needier, a sense of urgency enveloping them both. When she raised her hips and undulated against him, he knew what she wanted.

  To fuck. Fucking would put them at least close to equal ground.

  But that wasn’t his plan. Regretfully, he pulled his lips from hers and seared a path down the column of her throat, dipping his tongue in the hollow there before moving lower, making a slow trek down her body.

  Like an explorer, he wanted to leave nothing untouched. Every part of her was an adventure. Now that he had her trussed up so she couldn’t escape, he planned to learn every inch of her body. What she liked, what she didn’t like. What turned her on, what didn’t, what curled her toes and what made her scream.

  Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy making her scream in pleasure. He was going to earn her trust, because she was giving him a lot letting him tie her up like this. And he didn’t take it lightly.

  Blair was going to have the time of her life.

  She was going to learn all about the fun of surrender.

  four

  Blair gasped, her whole body tightening as Rand licked a trail down her neck. His breath was hot against her ear, his whispered words evoking darkness and midnight, not late afternoon.

  “How does it feel to be tied up, knowing I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t move?”

  She shivered, biting back the retort hovering on the tip of her tongue. What she wanted to do was demand he let her go, to get dressed, run outside and reconnect the wires to her Mercedes, and skedaddle out of there. She didn’t like this game anym
ore, because she no longer held the advantage.

  But then she’d lose the bet.

  And she hated to lose. She didn’t lose.

  “You’re shaking, baby. Are you cold?”

  He’d awakened her body to a blistering fever. She wasn’t cold.

  She was scared shitless because she liked this. Too much.

  He raised his head and looked at her.

  “No, I’m fine.”

  “Fine, huh?” He grinned. “I don’t want you fine. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

  He bent to her neck again, pressing soft kisses to her throat. So tender and sweet it made tears well in her eyes.

  She didn’t like Rand sweet. She liked him cantankerous and argumentative. Not like this, catering to her body and making her want to wrap her arms around him and beg him to put his dick inside her.

  She was feeling needy.

  And Rand fed her needs, moving from her neck to her breasts, gathering the globes in his hands. She lifted her head to watch him snake his tongue across one nipple, then the other, the cool air left behind making them stand up and beg for his attention.

  Oh, she wanted that attention. Her nipples ached for his mouth. She wanted to beg for it but wouldn’t, refused to give voice to her needs. She arched against him, the shock from the heat of his mouth searing her as he covered one nipple, gathering it between his teeth.

  The sensation was incredible. She cried out as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucked, then nibbled with his teeth. God almighty, what was he doing to her? She felt everything he did to her all the way to her clit, the quivering, building pressure inciting her to lift upward, to feed him her breasts. She felt consumed, as if he knew every inch of her.

  He devoured her, and she wanted more.

  And he gave, moving to her other breast, licking, nibbling, flattening her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as if he were trying to swallow her.