Legally Bound

by Rynne Raines

  “Lies. Lies. Lies.”

  Donavan crushed his mouth down firmly against hers. Soft and supple and warm, her lips were far more welcoming than he would have anticipated after he had chained her up. She tasted like wine rich of currants and black cherries with a distinctive hint of clove. And just like the wine, her kiss was potent and powerful and intoxicating. Christ, he had waited too long for this moment. The adrenaline hit him harder than he expected it to, his arousal rocketing off the charts. Roughly, he grasped a handful of her hair and kissed her as if his life depended on it. She moaned and as the vibration of sound pulsed through his lips, his cock jerked to attention.

  Oh yeah, it was time to call her bluff.

  I’m kissing Donavan Carver, Eve thought breathlessly. I’m actually kissing Donavan Carver—my rival, my fantasy since law school.

  The pressure of his mouth intensified and whether or not she wanted to, Eve moaned again. This time when she parted her lips, she was rewarded with the warm invasion of his tongue. He slowed his pace, dipping, swirling, and stroking his tongue against hers in a seductive circle. Her knees weakened. If not suspended by her wrists, she would have surely collapsed.

  Although fairly experienced in the kissing department, she’d never been kissed like this. Desperately. Fiercely. The kiss wasn’t clumsy or awkward like many of the firsts she remembered. There was no bumping of heads or knocking of teeth. As if their mouths were one unit, they moved in a rhythm like they’d been lovers for years.

  Now Eve deepened the kiss, pressing back hard against his mouth. She delved her tongue, swirling it around his as she arched her body so that they met chest to chest. The solid wall of his pectorals grazed the soft swell of her breasts and she shuddered. Abruptly, he released her hair and started his assault on her body with skillful hands.

  Grasping a breast in each palm, he squeezed her nipples ruthlessly between his fingers. Arrows of pleasure darted through her. The taut, aching buds tingled with the painful pressure as he mercilessly tugged and rolled them. She blurted an aroused cry against his mouth while cream flooded her panties. Beads of moisture trickled down the insides of her thighs and she realized the thin lace thong she wore was completely saturated.

  Oh God, this was what she wanted, needed. So many years wasted screwing white collar gentlemen and hopeless romantics who thought great sex consisted of rose petals and Marvin Gaye, all because she needed to hide her submissive nature. All this time, deep down, she craved the dominant, unyielding hands of Donavan Carver.

  Without warning, he shoved one hand down the front of her panties and cupped her dripping cunt. Frantically, Eve panted against his mouth. They were hardly kissing any more, rather exchanging short, sharp breaths of warm air. Her body quivered as he spread her outer lips and pinched her swollen clit between his knuckles. She squirmed from the sensitivity but her shackles prevented more than an inch of movement in each direction. She was trapped in the blissful torment of his touch.

  He drew the pads of two fingers back and forth over her slick cleft. She was practically choking on her own moans when he angled them at the entrance of her pussy and pressed inside. At the heavenly invasion, Eve hissed a sigh through clenched teeth and felt her eyes rolling back in her head. From the foreplay alone she was on the verge of an orgasm. A few minutes more and she’d be teetering over the edge into full body convulsions and earth-shattering moans.

  He pumped his fingers and hit her G-spot—no searching or faltering. Again and again, he worked the hard nub of her clit with his thumb as he withdrew his fingers and re-entered. Eve tore her mouth from his and wildly thrashed her head. It was coming. Any second now—weightless rapture.

  Suddenly, he stopped.

  “What—what are you doing!” Eve blurted out of breath. “Why are you stopping?”

  “I was just thinking.” He withdrew his fingers and cupped his palm over her dripping mound. “You said you didn’t think we’d end up in bed together yet your pussy is so, so smooth—freshly waxed, I’d say. Much like when a woman knows she’s going to fuck a man for the first time.”

  Disoriented and huffing, Eve shut her eyes and briefly recalled her last minute appointment at the beauty salon. This was her first Brazilian wax. Helga did a good job. Maybe too good, she thought, realizing what he was getting at.

  “Oh, you’re a bastard,” she whispered.

  “And you’re a liar.” He pulled his hand free from her panties and she let out a frustrated whimper. He left her there with her thighs vibrating and her heart racing and crossed the room. She had never wanted to fuck a man and throttle him so badly in her entire life. Eve tracked his movements through blurry eyes. In strange fascination she watched him remove the champagne bottle from the bucket. Is this what he did to all his women? Turned their bodies into a raging inferno and then celebrated his victory with a drink?

  “What are you doing?” she demanded when he left the champagne on the table and carried the stainless steel icer back with him.

  “I’m teaching you what happens when my submissive lies to me.”

  “I keep telling you that I am not a submissive,” she snapped. “I’m certainly not your submissive.”

  “You are for the weekend.” He crouched in front of her and set the bucket on the floor. “You fixed the bet.”

  In shock, Eve gaped down at him.

  “You’re claiming to have won by…default?”

  “Any way you want to term it is fine by me. Either way, you’re mine for the weekend. And, if you’re really not a submissive, tell me why these panties are so, so soaked.” He reached up and hooked his fingers in the band of lace at her hips then slowly pulled them down her thighs as far as they would go with her legs shackled two feet apart.

  Face scalding, Eve quickly redirected her gaze. Her pussy muscles contracted violently under the weight of his stare and she realized there was no possible way to disguise her arousal. Regardless, she wasn’t about to tell him the truth. There was too much at stake. She needed a logical explanation. Fast.

  “I don’t know if you’re familiar with the female body but believe it or not, when I’m sexually stimulated I tend to get wet. So, I wouldn’t be so quick to credit my arousal to your skills as a Dom as much as to your skills as a lover,” she said, sending him a pointed stare.

  That made sense. Didn’t it?

  “I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me, counselor. The delivery was a bit rough, but then beggars can’t be choosers.” He reached inside the bucket and fished out a few rounded cubes of ice.

  “What do you plan on doing with those?” she demanded.

  He gave his wrist a flick, shaking off the excess of water. “Well, if you really are a Mistress then I suppose I’ll be spending the entire weekend doing my best to convert you.”

  The very idea sent a rush of heat throughout Eve’s limbs all the way to her fingers and toes. He cupped his ice-filled palm to the back of her calf and began sliding upward. The curved cubes glided and melted in a wide frosty line over the slender swell of her calf muscle and behind her knee. He moved so slowly, the cold nearly burned.

  “Oh my God, that’s cold!” she shrieked.

  “Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I were rubbing you down with warm scented oil, now would it?” He drew a wet path up her thigh and under her ass cheek.

  The ice melted with the heat of her skin. A few trickles of water slid down the back of her leg and Eve shivered. He followed the same action with her opposite leg before grabbing a few more cubes. Then slowly, he reached up and circled the ice around her nipples, drawing them even harder than they were before. The temperature was biting cold. Her nipples were already raw and sensitive from his rough foreplay, and just the feather light brush of his breath was enough to make them sting. Still, she couldn’t deny that it was the sting that turned her on.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked in a low tone.

  “I—I thought that was the punishment.”


  “Only part of it.” Taking a single piece of ice between his fingers, Donavan lifted it between her legs. When the ice made contact with her clit, Eve jerked in her shackles.

  “Oh God!” she gasped, but he didn’t relent. He drew a long wet path over her swollen cleft all the way to the throbbing entrance of her pussy and didn’t stop there. Carefully, slowly, he pressed the rounded ice inside of her and her hips bucked.

  “This…is the punishment,” he murmured.

  Before Eve could curse again, he joined the first piece of ice with a second and then a third. The shock to her nerves stiffened every muscle in her body while her toes curled. The shape, the texture, the temperature was all so foreign yet her clit throbbed with the combination. Oh, he was a bad, bad man.

  “I’ll tell you how this is going to work. You have to keep the ice inside you until it completely melts.” He followed the last piece of ice inside with his fingers, pressing them up as far as they would go. “If one piece falls out, I’ll replace it with another. Understand?”

  Eve barely heard him. The sensation of his magical fingers stretching her pussy felt too good to ignore. If he kept them there, even if he didn’t move them, she could surely orgasm.

  “Eve? Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” she panted as her pussy convulsed around the ice and his fingers.

  “Yes, what?”

  “I understand.”

  He clucked his tongue and reached for another piece of ice.

  “This is for not addressing me with the proper term.”

  Through the haze of her mind, Eve realized what he was doing. He wanted her to call him Master but even she knew that no Mistress in her right mind would ever utter such words.

  “I will not call you Master. Ever.”

  “We’ll see.”

  Donavan tilted a gaze up at her. Maybe he was wrong about her being a submissive. Maybe her reactions were genuinely just from sexual stimulation. He didn’t think so. He had been with enough women, submissive and vanilla, to know when domination turned one on.

  He glanced up. The expression on her beautiful face was endearing. Pure concentration. She was desperately focused on keeping the ice from falling out. Regardless of whether she wanted to admit it out loud or not, she was doing it because he commanded her to. For now, that would have to be enough of her submission to satisfy the Dominant inside of him.

  Cock painfully throbbing, he lowered his eyes from her face and decided he had exercised self control long enough for a little reward. Leaning, he pressed his thumbs to her swollen pussy lips and spread them apart, exposing her slippery cleft to his direct line of sight. Glorious, he thought, fighting a moan. Angling his head, he covered her hot cunt with his mouth and sucked her clit between his lips.

  “The ice!” she cried out. Her thighs started to quiver in succession with the flicking of his tongue. “I—I can’t concentrate with you doing that.”

  Concentrate. Not concentrate. He didn’t give a damn either way. He was lost in the musky flavor of her swirling in his mouth, captivated by the sweetness of her juices trickling against his lips as the ice continued to melt.

  “I’m losing them,” she panted and tried to pull her hips away.

  Slightly sympathetic of her plight, he thrust his tongue inside her and gave the half melted ice a shove. Her fleshy muscles contracted around his tongue and Donavan finally groaned. Soon it would be his cock those muscles were violently convulsing around. Very soon.

  Withdrawing his tongue from her slippery opening, he swirled it back over her slick cleft. Harder now. Using a firmer stroke than before. He could hear the sound of Eve’s breathing shifting from steady to uneven, and then from uneven to hoarse. She was going to climax and deservingly so.

  “Oh God,” she choked.

  He sucked her engorged clit between his lips and relentlessly struck it with the tip of his stiff tongue. Her hips flexed forward and he reached around, gripping two handfuls of tight ass to still her. He wanted her to come hard. He wanted her to feel what it was like being unable to control sensation even when it seemed too intense.

  Squeezing her ass, he held her firmly against his mouth and sucked her clit harder. Like a shotgun going off, her orgasm erupted. The sound of her throaty scream echoed inside Donavan’s head and his cock jerked as her clit throbbed erratically against his tongue. Christ, he had to fuck her. Now.

  A loud clang rang out.

  Or at least Eve thought she heard something but couldn’t be sure with the sound of her own pulse hammering in her ears. Every inch of her body was alive with sensation. From the tips of her fingers to the ends of her toes, nerves she never knew existed hummed to life. Even her knees tingled as wave after wave of glorious pressure pounded through her.

  Another clang.

  This time Eve was certain she wasn’t hearing things. Panting, she blinked back a haze of white dots hovering before her eyes and then angled her chin down. Donavan unlocked the second shackle and tossed it aside. Her legs were now free but they felt like heated rubber, pliable and weak. If not still suspended by her wrists, she’d be a crumbled heap on the floor.

  Donavan rose to his full height and locked eyes with her. Even through the exhaustion, another spell of arousal swallowed her up. His gaze was dark and hungry and she didn’t need to ask what was coming next. She knew. In her opinion, it couldn’t come fast enough.

  His shirt hit the floor, along with his shoes and slacks. Eve stared in awe of Donavan’s body. Lean. Powerful. Golden. Her gaze drifted to his washboard abs and she ran her tongue along her lower lip. His body was made for a woman’s pleasure, she decided and boldly watched him take off his snug black briefs.

  Instead of her eyes following the movement of his underwear to the floor, they locked on his rigid cock. It sprang up against his chiseled lower abs and a moan tumbled out of her. He hadn’t been kidding back at the courthouse. His cock was thick and long and magnificent.

  “I wanted to take things slow our first time,” Donavan murmured in a hoarse tone as he gripped the base of his cock and gave it a loving stroke that coaxed a bead of cum to the crown. “But, I’m afraid slow just isn’t going to do.”

  Eve couldn’t agree more. She didn’t want it slow. She wanted it hard and fast and rough. She wanted to feel his cock jack-hammering inside her wet pussy until she couldn’t contain her screams.

  “We haven’t had time to discuss protection.” He tore open a condom then expertly rolled it down his shaft and she licked her lips. “For now I’ll use a condom, but don’t think for one second I’m not dying to be inside you without one.”

  Before she could say that she wanted that, too, he gruffly hooked his arms behind her knees and hoisted her thighs around his solid, muscular waist. The head of his cock grazed her swollen clit and Eve shuddered.

  Hurry. Hurry before this all turns out to be dream and I wake up.

  Donavan grasped the base of his shaft and pressed the thick head of his cock to the entrance of her wet pussy. The initial pressure hit her like a freight train. Stretching her to the limit, he pushed deeper. As he filled her inch by inch, her body started to shake.

  “Relax,” Donavan whispered.

  Though his voice was soothing, he sounded out of breath. She lifted her gaze to his handsome face and noticed the muscle in his jaw flexing. It was then she realized he was desperately trying to go slow for her benefit. Was he scared of hurting her?

  A sudden warmth spread through Eve’s chest. Was that sensation admiration for his selfless efforts? Envy of his willpower? Or was it something more?

  She couldn’t self-analyze right now. The need to have his cock buried inside of her trumped any fear she possessed regarding her professional life and vetoed all rational train of thought.

  Locking her ankles at the small of his back, Eve gripped the chain suspending her from the ceiling with both hands and then arched her hips forward, impaling herself on the full length of his rigid cock.

  “Christ,” he
grated against her temple. “I think someone wants to be fucked hard.”

  She tilted her head back and locked eyes with him.

  “Yes,” she admitted in a sultry tone that she hardly recognized. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to fuck me hard?”

  A flash of challenge flickered in his dark eyes and he answered by drawing back his hips and then thrusting them forward, forcing her to take every glorious inch of his shaft at once. A cry of ecstasy burst so quickly and so hard from her lips it left her lungs empty and burning for air. Before she could fully recover, he angled back and slammed inside her again.

  “Believe it or not,” he ground out in a ragged breath, “I was trying to be tender.”

  This time he thrust harder.

  “Oh God!” Eve’s head snapped back and her fingers constricted around the chain above her head. Gasping for air, she retorted, “You hardly strike me as the tender type.”

  “Oh…” A wicked grin touch his lips. “I have my moments.”

  He captured her mouth and kissed deeply. A man who could move his hips in one rhythm and his lips in another simultaneously was a man to be treasured. His silky warm tongue collided with hers and Eve saw a brilliance of stars dance behind her eyes. Her senses seemed heightened, sharper. She felt every bead of sweat forming on his chest, every shallow line on the palms of his hands. Most of all, she could feel the thick, pulsing veins that ran through his stiff cock along the inner walls of her pussy. The soft tissue inside her cunt throbbed and her lower abdomen tightened. If he kept up this furious rhythm much longer she was going to climax, again.

  Donavan didn’t keep the same rhythm, though. He slowed his pace, becoming more precise and more calculated. With each thrust, he drew back his hips and angled his cock upward. The fine dusting of hair on his pelvis grazed her swollen clit causing so much friction Eve’s teeth chattered.

  Wanting to prolong the ecstasy, she hissed out a long breath in attempt to hold back her orgasm. It was pointless. Donavan wasn’t some novice lay. He was skilled in the art of seduction and making women’s toes curl. The more she tried to hold back, the deeper he took her.