by Nikki Sloane
Her muscles tensed subtly. She seemed to figure out immediately what I intended when I replaced my tongue with the pad of my index finger. I swirled once, half expecting her to stop me. But she didn’t. She sucked in a shuddering breath and stepped her feet wider apart. Inviting me to try.
I began to intrude, one deliberate centimeter at a time, watching for any signal she didn’t want to continue.
“Oh . . .” Her tiny sigh sounded curious. Interested, even.
I pressed further, until the second knuckle was squeezed tight by her muscles. She mewled. It was a soft cry of pleasure, but she might as well have screamed it. Ruby seemed to enjoy the slow, gentle glide of my finger, and I eased it deeper with a rocking movement.
Until I was full-out fucking her with it. Her pants for breath were loud, and she collapsed forward, resting her upper body on the counter.
“I’m going to put my dick here,” I said. “Not right now, but tonight. I’m going to slide it right inside this tight, little ass.” I worked my finger faster, and her hips moved subtly in response, as if trying to find maximum pleasure. “Do you like my finger inside you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want to come?”
It was a sob from her. “Yes.”
I withdrew slowly and eased back from her, using the dark tone she brought out in me. “Then get on your knees.”
Chapter
TWENTY-SIX
RUBY
Need was humming through my body. It buzzed in every cell, clamoring for release. Whatever Kyle’s plan was for me, I was on board. If he was going to ask me to put on the lobster apron and oven mitts while we fucked . . . of course. No problem.
As I lowered myself onto my knees, he stood. Was he wanting me to go down on him? I liked when he told me what to do, and he seemed to as well. So, I knelt on my kitchen floor and awaited further instructions. To say I was eager was a gross understatement.
He ran the faucet and scrubbed his hands clean quickly with dish soap, and shook the water off. He grabbed a paper towel and dried them, and . . . reached for my plastic bag of powdered sugar?
“What are you doing?”
He ignored my question, and instead scooped two heaping spoonfuls into the sifter. If that wasn’t confusing enough, he just left it sitting on the counter, like it was forgotten, as he knelt on the floor in front of me.
Kyle’s hands were cool and damp from where he’d washed them, but his mouth against my neck was hot. He pressed the length of his body against mine, and although it felt great, I wanted what was poking against my hip. Hard, and thick, and very ready for me.
How long would he draw this out? From the very second I’d opened my apartment door to him this evening, I’d been in a heightened state of arousal. Maybe longer. Perhaps it had started when he’d presented me with the agreement, and never really gone away.
I gasped when he curled both hands under my ass and lifted me into his arms. My knees parted around his hips. Anticipatory fire swept through me. Just inches away from sliding down on his cock, any second now—
Nope. One of his hands moved up, holding tightly around my back to support me as he lowered me down. The flooring was icy cold against my back, and I held both my breath and my tongue. Need clawed at me, and if he wasn’t careful, impatience was going to have me clawing at him.
He had me settled on my back, him over me like we were going to start fucking missionary style, but he rose onto his knees, peered down at me, and wiped a hand over his mouth. Like he was looking at a mouthwatering meal. Okay, I couldn’t deny that was kind of hot. His expression was pure lust.
I reached for him. “I want you inside me.”
He grasped both of my wrists in one firm hold. “This isn’t about giving you what you want.” He leaned over me, lifting my arms up. “It’s about giving you what you need.” He pressed my wrists over my head and pinned them to the floor. “These stay here.”
I sighed in both frustration and excitement. “Okay, I need your cock inside me.”
As his hand slid away from my wrists, I felt his hold whether it was physical or not. He smiled confidently. “Do as I tell you, and you’ll get it.”
His palms coursed down my extended arms and brushed over my breasts. Then they were gone as he reached up onto the counter.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said.
“The mess?”
The metal sifter was in his hand, and as he shook it gently, it sent clouds of powdered sugar raining down on me. Over my breasts, my stomach, and between my thighs. The swirling fog of sugar had barely settled when he set aside the sifter and admired his work.
God, I couldn’t think over how hot he made me. Kyle slid his hands up the sides of my rib cage, his thumbs collecting powder as they brushed up over my breasts. I arched up into his touch, sending some of the excess powder to the floor.
My bottom lip quivered as he locked his thumbs and forefingers around each nipple and began to tug. The ache was sharp and wonderful. I wanted more. No, wait, I needed more. Before I could even ask, he knew. He pulled harder, and I drew in a deep breath through my nose. His pinch hurt, but in a good way.
And then he released me, causing a small puff of dust as the sugar was flung free of my skin. My hands itched to touch him. My arms ached to be around him. But I wasn’t going to disobey his command. I was so fucking curious how much more he’d do, and a little bit in love with this new version of Kyle.
Well, not in love. That was totally the wrong phrase to use. I enjoyed this new version. That was all, I told myself.
He supported himself over me, his hands slippery with the powdered sugar, and lowered until his lips grazed over my hardened nipple. He’d told me I couldn’t move my arms, but he hadn’t said shit about my lower body. I hooked my leg around his and tried to bring us together, but he locked a hand on my hip and pressed me against the floor. His expression was stern and scolding.
I closed my eyes as he licked the sugar from my skin in unhurried, teasing strokes. He was torturing me, that had to be it. Was he trying to get me to break and move my arms? I was going to die of need here on this dusty, sugar-coated kitchen floor.
I swallowed hard as he moved lower. “You’re going to go into sugar coma.”
His voice rang out from between my legs. “Worth it.”
“Then I’ll take advantage of you. Ride you exactly how I want to.”
He laughed like I was being ridiculous. “Please.” His tongue swiped between my folds, sending heat blasting up my spine. “I already told you. Not what you want, but what you need.” He licked me again. “And what you need is for me to make you come.”
Oh, yes. He was right about that. “Okay, then, fucking do it already.”
It was beyond difficult to stay still as he pleased me with his wicked tongue, especially when he made comments about how my sweet pussy tasted better the longer he went down on me. Fuck, his dirty mouth was incredible, both in what it said and how it teased me without words.
Desire spiraled up my legs as he sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth. His fingers were inside my pussy, fucking me deeply. I climbed the hill toward orgasm, beyond ready for it, when his fingers retreated and shifted down, between my cheeks.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned.
Kyle’s fingers pressed in, and my body yielded hesitantly to the intrusion. The stretch was uncomfortable and foreign, but strangely addicting. So dirty and wrong, and hotter than the surface of the sun.
His mouth was relentless. His tongue flicked and fluttered. If I’d had use of my hands, I’d have held his head at the perfect spot, but I couldn’t. He kept moving, so I lifted my lower body, grinding against his lips. That, in combination with the dirty thrusts of his fingers, sent me sprinting wildly down into my orgasm. I fell out of control as ecstasy pulled me into oblivion like gravity.
“Oh, God, oh, God!” My cry as I came was so loud, it verged on a scream. He didn’t let up, either. His tongue continued to mov
e, wringing more pleasure from my body. Sparks shot through me, followed by aftershocks of bliss. I convulsed, everything shaking like a massive earthquake.
The orgasm wasn’t as long as I was used to, but it was fucking intense. I collapsed on the floor, shaking in the aftermath, unable to catch my breath. Kyle dropped soft kisses on the spot where my leg met my body as he gently removed his fingers from me.
My ears were ringing, and blood pounded in my head. The orgasm had done a number and left me hazy. At one point, he put the sifter back up on the counter, stood, and went to the sink. Water ran from the faucet. He washed the powdered sugar from his hands and grabbed paper towels, wetting them.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as he dragged the warm, damp towels over my skin, scrubbing it clean. “That feels nice.” I smiled at him when he gave extra attention to my boobs. He’d been practically obsessed with them when we’d been together.
“Better?” There was a gleam in his eyes, telling me he wasn’t just asking about the powdered sugar.
“Yes, much.” I sat up and continued to recover as he used the paper towels to mop up any of the remaining mess on the floor. “That orgasm was pretty spectacular.”
He looked pleased with himself as he tossed the towels in the garbage. “Sounded like it.”
When he’d risen to his feet, he held out his hand, offering to help me, but I pushed it away. I moved onto my knees and clenched a hand around his hard dick. He didn’t fight me. He leaned back against the counter and gripped the edge with his hands, making his arms flex and show off his tone.
“You look really good,” I blurted out as I pumped my fist on him. “I mean, you’ve always been hot, but . . . Damn, Kyle.” My gaze drifted over his chest and down his trim torso, then up to meet his blue eyes.
He blinked with what seemed to be surprise. Which . . . come again? He oozed confidence. There was no way he didn’t already know this, yet his voice was unsure. “Thanks.”
I smiled more to myself than him, and leaned in, setting the tip of his cock against my lips. His head was tipped down and he stared at me intently as I opened my mouth and took him inside. Our gazes held each other’s, and it was . . . hot. His eyes were full of longing, but his eyebrows pulled together and his hands seized my jaw.
His tone was light and soft. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”
I said it with a mouth full of dick. “Returning the favor?” I backed off him. “Is this a problem?”
He chuckled. “No, just don’t get carried away.” He brushed the bangs out of my eyes so he could look at me better. “I believe I mentioned I have plans for you tonight. Don’t go ruining them.”
His soft, unspoken threat made desire pool inside me. What would he do if I did? Would he spank me so hard the marks would stay on my body until tomorrow? The idea made me shudder with desire.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and swirled my tongue over his velvet skin. I loved going down on him. All the noises he made. Feeling him twitch as I licked a long pass on the underside. Sometimes giving him pleasure was better than receiving it. And when our gazes were connected, like they were right now, and his eyes brimmed with want? That was when he looked the absolute best.
No other man compared to Kyle McCreary.
Shit. I was pissed the thought had snuck into my mind. This was about sex. Sex, and not one goddamn thing else, Ruby!
I swallowed him up in my mouth as best I could, and my tongue cartwheeled over him, eliciting a sigh from above. It was somewhat awkward kneeling on the hard floor, but it was worth it when his breath hitched. I liked the sensation when his fist curled around my ponytail and guided me along.
It didn’t make sense how I trusted him so completely in the bedroom, but not outside of it. Every night since learning the truth, I’d wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t made the wrong assumption, left him the angry voicemail, or lied about the night he’d left.
Would we have still ended up here, me happily sucking his cock after he’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm on the kitchen floor?
More thoughts I shouldn’t be having. I poured my frustration into my task, letting my annoyance with myself fuel my desire. I bobbed faster on him, sliding my fist along until it was wet with my saliva, and Kyle was panting.
“Okay, enough,” he said.
Only I didn’t stop. Maybe it was a last-ditch effort to curb my feelings for him. If I disobeyed, it stood to reason he’d punish me. Would he go deep into my willing list and try one of the darker things there?
Of course, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy punishment, but I worried I would.
What if it was already too late for me? Goddamn him for telling me we couldn’t have anything more. I fucked him with my mouth, ignoring his second command to stop. He was close. So close.
He jerked me back off him using my ponytail, and although it didn’t hurt, the action got my attention. Kyle leaned over, gripped my face in his hand, and squeezed my cheeks as he lifted, using both that and the hold on my ponytail to pull me to my feet.
He stared down at me, his eyes flaring with irritation, and something . . . intriguing. Perhaps he was a little excited I’d pushed. Did he like my willful disobedience? His expression said I was about to find out.
“When you’re begging later,” his voice was steady but low, “I want you to remember this moment.” He released me, only to bring his mouth crashing against mine. His kiss branded across my lips, all urgent and furious, and I submitted to it. Surrendered.
His kiss, his fucking kiss. It wasn’t playing fair.
Chapter
TWENTY-SEVEN
KYLE
I couldn’t decide if I was pleased or not with what Ruby had tried to do. On one hand, I was thrilled, as it played perfectly into my plans, but on the other, it meant going longer before sinking my dick inside her. Longer before we could try something neither one of us had done before.
When I finished kissing her, I turned to look at the cookie sheets on the table. “How much longer before they can go in the oven?”
She took a breath, went to the cookies, and tested them. Was she nervous about how I’d respond? Her tone was hushed, as if anxious. “They can go in now.”
I made sure there was no emotion in my voice or on my face. “And they take how long to bake?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
That would work. “Meet me in your bedroom in fifteen minutes, then.”
I grabbed my bag off the chair and exited down the hall, turning left into her bedroom and flipped on the light.
I froze.
When I’d moved to New York, I hadn’t taken my shitty college furniture with me, and I’d sold most of the stuff I’d bought while there so I didn’t have to deal with the headache of moving it back home. Part of me wasn’t sure how permanent my time in Chicago would be, which was why I rented my place furnished.
Ruby didn’t have that issue. Some of the stuff was new, and the bedding was different, but the bones of her apartment during law school were still here, and it was like stepping back in time. I remembered the white dresser with chipped paint and glass knobs, because one time I’d fucked her up against it. The desk was the same, too, although now she was using it as intended instead of as a place to discard worn clothes.
Jesus, even the bed. Was this the same one we’d spent countless hours in together? Or had she only kept the headboard? It sent me reeling when it shouldn’t have. What difference did it make if it was? I needed to focus on the future, not the past.
I frowned as I stared critically at it. My issue was with its placement. The bed was in the corner, making one side of it hard to get at. I dropped my bag onto the edge and dug around to find the four-piece restraint system I’d bought this afternoon.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?” she yelled from the kitchen, after I’d grabbed the foot and dragged it squealing away from the corner.
“Mind your fucking business,” I volleyed back.
Installin
g the four clip-in points wasn’t difficult, and when it was done, I shoved the bed back into place and got to work on the rest.
I finished well before the timer in the kitchen buzzed and took a seat on the end of the mattress, waiting. There was the sound of the oven opening and closing, followed by pans being set down. Then, a light switch snapped off and footsteps, muffled by her hallway carpet, approached.
Ruby stepped into her bedroom and looked around, letting her eyes adjust to the low light, before locating me. She’d had a few candles in the room already, and I’d brought more with me, just in case. The candlelight flickered and cast warm, amber light up onto the walls.
Her expression soured, and she crossed her arms over her chest, which plumped up her tits. Her tone was patronizing. “Anal by candlelight?”
I gave her only half a smile. “We’ll see. Lay down on your back in the center of the bed. Now.”
Her breath caught and her arms unfolded. It was crazy how my dominating tone could change her attitude from snarky to submissive in a heartbeat. I stood as she sauntered to the bed, her head held high but her shoulders relaxed. There didn’t seem to be a drop of apprehension in her. It was interesting how she grew more confident in direct proportion to my dominance.
She freed her hair of the ponytail as she crawled onto the bed and lay down, turning her gaze up to the ceiling and spreading her hair over the pillow like a splash of dark silk. Her nipples were already erect.
“Are you cold?” I asked.
“I’m okay.”
“Good.” I reached into my bag, pulled out the four black cuffs with Velcro straps and metal clasps, and studied her face as she examined them. I dropped three of the cuffs to the bed, and took one of her wrists in my hand. She said nothing as I wrapped it in nylon and Velcro. Ruby just watched me.
“Still okay?” I clipped the clasp around the ring that was secured to the bed frame.
She nodded, like I hadn’t given her permission to communicate verbally.
I took my time, drawing it out as I took away her freedom to move. When it was done, I gave each strap a tug, tightening to make sure she didn’t have any slack. She was secured spread-eagle in the center of the bed. The only thing moving was her chest with her hurried, uneven breathing. Yet she was excited. It was written all over her expressive face.
