Would they ever leave her alone? Gia sighed again, already knowing the answer. Invasion of privacy was with the price of fame.
“Are you happy with your life?” Marc asked.
“Happy?” She pulled her hand out from beneath his, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Did she even remember how it felt to be happy since she left Oregon? “At first, yes. Everything was new and exciting. I hate to sound superficial, but it was nice being the center of attention.” Yet lately she wanted something more out of life. Peace and quiet and a family topped the list. “I guess I expected to have my cake and eat it too. Attention when I wanted it. Privacy when I didn’t.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “The money’s good.”
But for how long?
She had instructed her accountant to invest a majority of her funds, most of it through the family bank, so even after her looks and body failed her, she would be financially stable. Still, money wasn’t all there was in life. If her previous relationships were a picture of what was in store for her, the house, white picket fence, husband and a handful of children was out of her reach. A celebrity’s life wasn’t cut out for such fairytales. Something she hadn’t paid attention to when she’d charged headfirst into this career.
“What do you want out of life?”
“Want?” She stared down at the mess she’d made of her dessert and set the fork down on the table. What she really wanted this minute was to stop talking about this depressing subject. Looking up, she came eye to eye with Marc and her body heated. She licked her lips, remembering the taste of him on her tongue. Reality seemed not to exist when she was with him. “I want to know what a M.A.C. can teach me that I don’t already know.”
A slow, sexy smile curved his mouth.
God. She loved that dimple.
Pushing to his feet, he moved around the table and took her hand. His lips were warm against her knuckles as he looked down at her beneath heavy eyelids. “You’re not too tired?”
Exhausted was more like it, but she replied, “No.” Fatigue wasn’t relevant. After today’s events she wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. Marc might as well wear her body out so that when sleep came maybe her mind would be too debilitated to dream. “What do you have in mind?”
His lips found their way to hers. Soft and inviting. As he moved them, featherlight over hers, he said, “Making all your fantasies come true. So what are they?”
Just the idea warmed her body and made her nipples pucker with anticipation. “My fantasies?” No one had ever asked her that question. Not that she’d dare speak her darkest dreams aloud.
He nipped at her bottom lip and her stomach fluttered softly. “What do you dream about?” His tongue laved the sting, making the ripples in her belly tighten. “Tell me what heats your body, makes you wet with just a thought.”
Chapter Five
Gia’s pulse jumped. Heat rushed up her neck, spreading across her face like a brushfire. In her last movie, the world of bondage and domination had been introduced to her up close. It had been pretend and no sex had been involved, but it had still aroused her to be tied up with the thought of being helpless and at the mercy of another.
She swallowed nervously.
Even the thought of the strange lifestyle made her hot, brought out forbidden urges that stirred something primitive in her.
Strong arms folded around her, held her close, held her securely. “You’re safe with me, Gia.” He paused. When he spoke again his tone had dropped an octave. “Tell me.” His breath teased her skin. “What is your passion—your erotic, sexual passion?”
The silence between them lengthened and stretched. He placed his palm over her left breast, the heat of his touch burning through the thin material of her robe to radiate deep into her skin.
“Relax, baby. Your heart is beating too fast.” He smoothed his cheek against hers. “Tell me.” His voice held a low, wicked fascination that sent a chill up her spine.
“No,” she murmured.
If her fantasy was revealed, the world would discover that she secretly wanted to be bound, teased and to climax beneath the skillful hands of a man who knew how to pleasure a woman—namely her.
He slipped his hand beneath her robe, found her breast and slowly began to fondle the full globe. His wicked fingers found a sensitive nipple and gave it a tweak. “Tell me.”
Her mouth parted, sucking down a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She stared into his mesmerizing eyes. God, he was so good-looking. Sexy. And undeniably enticing.
What would it hurt to step outside the boundaries of normal? Marc was an android, not human. He was programmed to please her. Hadn’t the salesman said, “Whatever your kink, the 2095 will comply”? If worse came to worst she’d have Marc reprogrammed.
Was that even possible?
Gia hesitated for a moment longer. Inhaled and exhaled.
“I want to be overpowered, bound and helpless, at the mercy of my lover.” Her heart crashed against her chest, pounding with her confession. She sucked in another breath and raised her chin a little higher as she steeled her shoulders, expecting a sound of disgust or worse, laughter. Hell. She half expected the sky to open up and lightning to strike her dead or at least to be punished in some way for her wicked thoughts.
A pregnant pause followed.
No laughter or repulsion greeted her, just the gentle breeze feathering back her hair. In fact, she could have sworn Marc’s eyes shimmered with a heat she felt sliding across her flesh, awakening every nerve ending.
She licked her lips. “I’ve wondered about it. What it felt like.” There. She had expressed her deepest, darkest fantasy.
The intensity in his gaze thickened. “How far do you want to go with this, Gia?”
How far? What did he mean?
“Experiment behind the bedroom doors, or do you want to venture outside the comfort of your home?” When he released her breast, the ends of her robe fell together. He brushed a tendril out of her eyes before threading his fingers through her hair to cup the back of her head. “I can show you a world you never knew existed.”
Anxiety tightened every tendon and muscle in her body. She swallowed hard. “No one can know about this.” Absolutely no one.
His hand firmed on her head, dragging her closer so that their mouths were a breath away. “No one will,” he promised. His kiss was featherlight, just a whisper across her lips. “I can take you to places where identities are concealed.” The low, husky cadence of his voice sent goose bumps across her arms.
“Maybe we should start slow,” she heard herself say, while deep inside his words stroked a flame that threatened to ignite into a bonfire. A shiver raked through her and her pussy contracted, arousal dampening her thighs. Her nipples stung with her heightened excitement.
Temptation was sinful.
He released her and took a step backward. “Strip.” It wasn’t a request but a command that she felt move through her veins, hot and wild.
She felt her eyes widen. “Here?” Her gaze darted around the balcony and then across the neatly groomed yard shrouded in shadows and patches of moonlight.
“Here.” He reached down and cupped his groin through the parted robe. “Now.”
Gia couldn’t take her eyes off his hand as his fingers circled his rigid cock peering through the slit of his robe. He moved his palm from balls to tip.
She reached for the sash of her robe. “What if we get caught?” Even before he answered she was shrugging out of the garment, a pool of silk at her feet.
“You have to trust me to keep you safe. Trust is the cornerstone of BDSM. Without it you have nothing.”
A cool gentle wind swept across her nudity, stirring her arousal. “How do you know so much about this…this subject?”
He thrust his hips, his erection moving through his tight grip. A pearl of come beaded from the small slit. “Remember, I’m trained for pleasure.”
She inhaled a shaky breath. “Yours or mine?”
Gaze fixated on him
, her mouth watered for the taste of him while her hands itched to yank the robe off him and have her way with him.
“Both. Through my pleasure you will find yours. Now get on your knees.”
A smile touched her lips as she knelt. The polished wood deck beneath her skin was hard and cold, sending a shiver through her. Yet it was being naked in the night and the possibility of being caught that provided an extra edge of excitement, which in turn released another tremor.
Removing his hand from his robe brought the ends together, hiding him from her view. Slowly, he closed the distance between them.
The vision before Marc was better than he had ever dreamt. Gia’s full, succulent breasts rose and fell softly. Dark desire in her gaze flickered in the candlelight as she stared up at him. It was unbelievable that he, a geeky scientist, would be the one to introduce this beautiful woman to bondage, dominance and even perhaps sadomasochism. Everybody had sexual fantasies that involved at least some degree of pleasure-pain. She’d enjoyed his spanking and her eyes had glistened with desire when he slapped her clit. The image of the way she cried out and arched into him flashed in his mind. Blood, hot and needy, surged into his cock, filling his balls to the point they pulsed with an ache that made his jaw snap together.
All his androids had been trained beneath his careful watch. BDSM was not a lifestyle he wished to live, but every once in while it was fucking hot and he’d played plenty. He couldn’t wait to see Gia bound for his pleasure.
“Put your hands behind your back.” When she complied, he loosened the tie around his waist, pulling the strap from its constraints as he shrugged and the robe dropped to the floor. He stepped behind her, watching the tremor that shook her entire body as the silk of his sash snaked across her wrists. He tied them loosely before moving around her. Naked and standing before her, he couldn’t wait to feel her hot, wet mouth on him. The thought made his cock jerk with anticipation. It didn’t help when her gaze grew stormy with need and her tongue slid sensually between her lips.
You’re killing me, baby. Legs shoulder-width apart, he inhaled and inched his hips closer. “Touch me.”
Resting on her knees, she raised her gaze to meet his in a heated exchange that stole the chill from the evening breeze. She leaned forward, her lips parting. Achingly slow, she flattened her tongue against his hardness and licked from his sac along his pulsing vein. Sparks of fire followed the warm, moist sensation. When she swept over the sensitive crown, he hissed a breath.
Her eyes sparkled with laughter, and he knew she knew that control was illusory. It could change hands in a mere heartbeat.
“Again.” Marc didn’t have to repeat himself as she caressed another long path, and then took the crown into her mouth, sucking. He took a step backward. One, because the thrill of her mouth moving on him was almost too much for him to endure, and two… “I did not give you permission to take me into your mouth. You have earned a punishment. Stand.”
She furrowed her brows, frowning as she pushed to her feet. “Punishment? I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Hell. Yes. That was exactly what he wanted. Her talented mouth teasing him until he couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight was for fulfilling her fantasy.
Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he worked at untying her and then positioned himself before her once more.
“The directive was for you to touch my cock, not take me into your mouth. From this point on, you must ask to speak and earn the right to pleasure me. Now go inside and lie upon the bed.”
She pinched her lips together and fought the smile surfacing but he glimpsed it before she turned and walked through the open French doors. As he watched her naked hips sway seductively, his heart skipped a beat. He had never seen a more exquisite woman. Taking a deep, calming breath, he stepped inside.
Lying on her back, her mahogany hair surrounded her like a halo. She had one arm tucked beneath a pillow, the other by her side. One knee was bent, giving him a bird’s-eye view of the treasure between her thighs. Moist, pink flesh he couldn’t wait to taste. He stood at the footboard of the four-poster bed a little longer before he turned and disappeared into the adjoining room. Rummaging through one of his suitcases, he located three silk ropes and a set of nipple clamps he hid in the palm of his hand. Without delay, he returned to find her exactly the way he’d left her.
Gia glanced at the bindings he held. If the sight of them moved her, her expression gave no hint. Her breasts rose with a deep breath. She didn’t make a sound as he circled her ankle with one of the ropes. When he gave the end a gentle pull her legs parted. A sharp intake was the only sign of anxiety she revealed. Once fastened high on the bedpost, so her leg was raised midway off the bed, he did the same to her other ankle, leaving her spread wide and vulnerable.
At his mercy.
The blood in his groin pulsed, creating a sweet ache. He placed a knee upon the bed, which moaned beneath his weight. “Give me your hands.”
She hesitated only a second before offering them to him. As the rope slid across her skin, she trembled. He knew her nervousness would only heighten the experience. After he secured both her wrists together, he raised them over her head and tied them to the headboard, leaving a little slack so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Then he eased back on his haunches and marveled at his work.
His pulse raced. She was beautiful. A banquet of pleasure that made him impossibly harder.
He leaned over and whispered, “Are you frightened?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Do you want me to untie you?”
Her smoky eyes gave away her desire for him to continue. She swallowed hard. “No.”
Moving off the bed to stand, he couldn’t help the smile that rose. “That’s my girl.” Marc would never hurt her, but he would love her so thoroughly she would never be the same.
With a single finger he started at her palm, dragging the digit lightly down the inside of her arm and past the swell of her breast. He watched with delight as goose bumps rose. When he caressed the delicate curve of her waist, she flinched, jerking against her constraints and trying to get away from his touch.
She was ticklish.
His grin grew but he didn’t stop teasing her until he reached her ankle. With gentle fingers, he began to rub the joint, moving down her foot, firming his touch at her instep before he paid special attention to each toe. Her facial features softened. She released a quiet sigh.
He had found another of Gia’s erogenous zones. Her feet.
Bending over her, he laved each toe with his tongue before blowing lightly upon them. Then he took the largest digit into his mouth and sucked.
A long hiss eased between her teeth. “Marc. Please.” Her whimper changed to a sharp inhale. “Oh.” She arched in pleasure, sliding her hips seductively across the bed. “I need you inside me.” As she looked at him through hooded eyes, she released a breathy moan.
So fucking sexy and inviting, but he had only begun. “You have earned another punishment.” In all honesty her cries and pleas were a turn-on heating his body. He couldn’t wait to feel her warmth surrounding him.
Her brows pulled inward. “Why?”
“You spoke without asking permission.” He leaned over her, letting the nipple clamps dangle from the connecting chain held between his fingers. “Do you know what these are?”
Remembering not to speak, she shook her head.
“These are nipple clamps. Punishment for your two acts of disobedience.”
She swallowed hard but remained silent as she watched him with an intensity he felt burn across his skin. As he drew nearer, her tongue nervously moistened her full lips.
Cupping a breast in one hand, he squeezed the vise open and slipped it over her extended peak. When he released his hold, a strangled cry pushed from her diaphragm. Her back shot off the bed as she swallowed a greedy grasp of air. Her face was a compilation of pain and pleasure as she moaned. The next clamp was fastened without a sound from her,
but a tremor shook her entire body. He grasped the chain that connected the two devices and gave it a little pull, forcing another whimper from her throat.
Need struck him like a fist to the groin. He barely held back the groan that was perched on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he moved closer and laved his tongue over each of her nipples before he worked his way back to her feet.
Several minutes were spent nibbling and cherishing her feet and toes, and then he began to massage her legs, kissing a path up and down each one of them. The inside of her thigh was exceptionally sensitive as her hips rose, inviting him to sample the nectar that glistened on her pink folds. Something he fully planned to do as he inched closer and closer to the mark.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her moist core.
Another moan eased from her mouth. “May I speak?” He loved the desperation in her voice and the way she struggled and pulled against her bindings.
“Yes.” He flattened his tongue along her slit.
Squirming beneath his assault, she cried, “Let me go. I need to touch you.”
He didn’t respond. He couldn’t.
Gia had no idea what the sight of her spread wide and helpless did to him. There was something primitive, untamed stirring below his skin—so hungry for her that it was difficult for him to think clearly. Like a cat savoring a bowl of cream, he licked a slow, long path across her wet folds.
“Mmmm,” he hummed and took another taste before flicking his tongue several times over her engorged clit.
“Oh.” She flinched, jerking her wrists and lifting her hips toward his mouth. He grazed the bundle of nerves with his teeth and her reaction was a sweet cry of passion. She pumped her hips encouragingly.
He chuckled. “So impatient.” Crawling onto the bed until he was positioned between her thighs, he placed a palm on her flat stomach, smoothing his hand down farther. “So beautiful.”
Marc eased his body down upon hers, thrusting forward so the length of his erection pressed tight against her wet pussy. He raised his ass so that his cock caressed her nether lips.
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