“I wasn’t teasing; I was entirely honest. I think I can put my yoga and Pilates classes to good use.” Helen took a sip of wine, licking her lips to catch a stray droplet. Griffin was in agony. Hearing Helen discuss the Kama Sutra so nonchalantly, and watching her seductive moves, even if they were innocently delivered, was causing him to want to strip her bare and taste every inch of her body.
“I’m all yours to experiment with. Just tell me when and where, and I’m there.” Griffin didn’t want to leave any uncertainty in her mind that he was interested. Of course, if she could look under the table at his burgeoning erection, she would have no doubt.
“Oh, I have plans for you for tonight, Griffin. If you thought you would be leaving anytime soon, you’d better think again. You’ve awakened the sleeping tiger, and now it’s time to pay.”
Snagging her hand, Griffin brought it toward him, sucking her finger into his mouth. “I had no plans but to be with you tonight and for many nights to come, so have no worries. In fact, I think it’s high time we started going public with this relationship, because there is no more denying it.”
Helen smiled and nodded. “I agree. I know I’ve been fighting you on this, but instead of tied down, I actually felt free when I told Lily. But not tonight. Tonight I have something special planned. Do you like chocolate?”
“I love chocolate.” Griffin wasn’t sure what she had planned, but he was up for anything.
Chapter Six
Despite her bold words, inside Helen was a quivering bundle of nerves. Apparently she was a far better actress than she would have ever believed, because Griffin seemed none the wiser that she was lying through her teeth. No, lying wasn’t the right word, because everything she’d said was the truth, she just wasn’t feeling like the confident sexual beast she was portraying.
Even now, sitting next to one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen, Helen couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing there. With her. Heck, the fact he’d shown up to see her again, had her stomach in knots.
If she could just keep her cool through dinner and actually pull off the whole surprise she had in store for him in the bedroom without combusting, it would be a miracle.
“Why so quiet?”
Where did he want her to start? No, stop it, Helen. Think seductress. Think wanton.
“I was just imagining all the things I planned to do to you tonight.” From the way Griffin’s lips parted in a sexy smile, Helen knew she had pulled it off. “The Internet is a wonderful teacher.”
“I’ve always been a hands-on learning kind of man myself.”
“Knowledge is a terrible thing to waste.”
“I’ve always thought so.” Griffin took a sip of his wine, before setting the glass back down and standing. “Let’s not waste a second more.”
“Wait.” Helen stood abruptly. “Remember you promised me my way, any way?”
“Yes.”
Helen cleared her throat nervously, worrying if he would be so open once he knew what she wanted to do. “Do you still mean that?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Anything?”
“Just ask.”
“Howdoyoufeelaboutbondage?”
Confusion marred Griffin’s brow. “How do I real age?”
“I said, ‘How do you feel about bondage?’”
“Bondage!”
“Never mind, I knew this was a bad idea.”
Embarrassed, Helen went to move past Griffin, but was stopped by his hand on her arm. Griffin bent toward her, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke. “Did you want me to tie you up?”
Color shot up her face. She probably looked like a lobster at this point. Helen didn’t think she could feel any more humiliated, but as this night was showing her, she was so very wrong.
“Not exactly,” she mumbled, bending her head down. The Fourth of July party at Marc and Lily’s was coming up soon, and she wondered if she could ever face him again. Maybe she could hide in the kitchen the whole weekend. Gripping her chin, Griffin tilted her head up, making her look him in the eyes.
“You’ve come so far, don’t chicken out now.”
“I was thinking about tying you up and having my way with you?” Biting her lip, Helen took the plunge.
“Is that a question, or are you telling me you want to do this?”
The smile on Griffin’s face confused her. She wasn’t sure if he just wasn’t taking her seriously, or if he was laughing at her. Either way, she didn’t like how it made her feel. Pulling out of his arms, she started pacing on the tiny patio.
“Don’t laugh at me, Griffin. It took a lot of guts for me to tell you that.”
Taking her hand, Griffin halted her movements, although he didn’t try to hold her. “I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t laughing at you, honestly. You’re right. It took courage to speak your mind. Quite frankly, I was surprised. But it doesn’t mean I’m not interested.”
“You’re not? I mean, you are? You know what I mean.” Helen knew she probably sounded like an idiot, but if he was surprised by her request, she was downright shocked. Although she asked, Helen never thought, deep down, he would ever really be agreeable.
“Oh, I’m very interested in letting you have your wicked way with me. That is what you’re planning, right?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was planning.”
“So my original statement still applies.”
Helen rolled her eyes. Like she could figure out what he was referring to. “Okay, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Like I said earlier, ‘Let’s not waste a second more.’ I’m ready to see whatever you’ve got planned for me.”
Helen’s mouth felt as dry as the Sahara. She couldn’t believe she was going to go through with this. Then she looked at Griffin, ready and willing to do whatever it was she suggested, and she knew she was definitely doing to go through with this.
Helen gave a shaky laugh as she gathered her resolve. This was about as ready as she was going to get. “Follow me.”
“Always.”
As she lead the way to her bedroom, Helen went over and over in her mind all the ways this evening could take a turn for the worse. Heaven forbid she tie him too tight and something happened to her, like a heart attack or something, and Griffin ended up bound to her bed for an eternity. Or worse yet, what if they received another surprise visit from one of her children? Being caught researching sexual positions by her daughter was one thing, but if they caught her in the act, she would just die.
What a conundrum.
Helen was so lost in thought, she didn’t realize she was standing in front of her closed bedroom door until Griffin cleared his throat from behind her.
“You know we don’t have to do this.”
He was so very wrong. “Yes, we do.”
With her resolve firmly in place, Helen pushed open the door and stepped inside. She had been waiting for this moment all day. Despite her nervousness, this was a fantasy that would not just fade away.
Griffin, bound for her pleasure. What more could a woman ask for?
Helen moved out the doorway so Griffin could enter and see what exactly she had in store for him. Her antique queen-size four-poster bed had already been prepared for tonight’s festivities. In each corner, a red scarf was tied and dangled down on the pristine white sheets, which even to Helen seemed out of place, especially considering what she planned to do on top of them.
On the oak bedside table lay candles and matches, as well as a covered tray. The room resembled the picture she had downloaded onto her computer, or as close to it as she could manage, given the meager stores River Bend had to offer. They didn’t exactly live in the adult-toy capital of the world.
Griffin whistled as he looked around the room.
If it wasn’t for the heat Helen saw in his eyes, she might have thought he was just mocking her. But when Griffin turned back to look at her, amusement was the last thing she read on his face.
But looking at Griffin’s face, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked pretty eager. Helen walked over to the table and, striking a match, proceeded to light the candles around the room. Just as she lit the last candle, the overhead light was suddenly extinguished, throwing the room into a muted glow.
Helen turned to see Griffin standing by the door, his shirt pulled from his pants and unbuttoned. Oh, yeah, he was eager.
“You’re going to ruin all my fun if you take too much more off.”
“I certainly wouldn’t want to do that.” Griffin walked over to the bed and stood next to her, and although he wasn’t touching her, she could feel the heat generated by his body. Helen closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to get lost in the sensations of his presence. If she wasn’t careful, she would soon find herself addicted to him. Unfortunately, she didn’t want to become dependent on him. She didn’t want to set herself up for some future heartache.
Opening her eyes, she turned toward Griffin, placing her hands on his chest. Stroking up along his pectorals, she lightly brushed his flat nipples, causing him to inhale quickly. The lust in his eyes flared at the touch, and Helen smiled at the display of her supremacy. She’d never experienced how much power a woman could have in a sexual relationship, and she delighted in the control.
“Did you like that?” Before he could answer, Helen bent her head and licked over his right nipple, sucking gently at the hardening bud.
“Oh, yeah …” Griffin sounded like he could barely form words. Helen had to suppress the giggle threatening to burst forth. It was nice to know she could drive him to distraction, just as he had done to her.
Turning to the other nipple, she nipped at it briefly before pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Thankfully, he had helped by undoing the cuffs earlier, so the shirt just slid right off.
“Why don’t you lie down on the bed?” Helen knew she should probably be more forceful, but Griffin didn’t seem to notice. He willingly got on the bed, smiling seductively at her as he spread his arms wide in invitation. She quickly grabbed one of the red scarves and tied it around his wrist. Walking around the bed, she quickly secured the other arm as well.
“Now that you’ve got me, what do you have planned?”
“Sorry, I don’t intend to let you in on my plans. You’ll just have to experience them.”
“Be gentle,” Griffin teased.
Kneeling on the bed, Helen trailed a fingernail down his arm to the palm of his hand. Griffin’s face sobered instantly at her touch. Leaning down, she whispered slowly, “Do you really want me to be gentle?”
“Do whatever you want, baby, whatever you need.” Griffin’s voice was husky with desire, and Helen was ready to take him at his word.
Slowly moving down the flat valley of his chest with her eager mouth, Helen touched and tasted him everywhere. His fragrant flavor ran rampant through her senses as she teased and tormented him with her lips and tongue.
The soft wisps of hair that trailed down from below his belly button led her to the top of his pants before disappearing teasingly behind the confines of his waistband. It was a path Helen wanted to follow almost more than she wanted to take her next breath, but the best part wasn’t just her anticipation.
It was the way Griffin’s body trembled under the touch, as if he, too, couldn’t wait for her next move.
“I pray you’re not going to stop just there.”
Helen looked up Griffin’s strained body and grinned. Power, absolute power, was wonderful. “That’s the beauty of it all. If I wanted to stop, I would, and there would be nothing you could do about it. You’re at my command.”
Griffin raised his head to look at her. “No, the true beauty of it all, Helen, is bound or unbound, I’m at your command.”
“Easy for you to say now.”
“Ask me again later and you’ll see my answer won’t change.”
Rising up, Helen straddled his lap, making sure to line up his bulging erection with the apex of her thighs. Her hands were surprisingly steady as they moved to his belt buckle. Moving with care, she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, making sure the zipper stayed as close to the top as possible.
She wasn’t ready to move from her perch. She was enjoying the feel of him beneath her too much.
“If you keep moving like that, this night won’t last very long.”
“Moving like what?” Helen punctuated her words with an undulation of her hips, enjoying the way Griffin’s hands gripped the scarves as she moved. “Ohhh, you mean that.”
Don’t make me hurt you, woman,” Griffin growled teasingly.
“Like you ever could.” Her words shocked even herself. Not the fact that she said them, but the fact that she believed them. Griffin wouldn’t hurt her. Not ever.
“It’s about damn time you realized that.”
“You know what else I realized?”
“No, what?”
“You still have your pants on.” Helen enjoyed the feeling of his cock beneath her, but he would feel so much better inside her.
Griffin laughed and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “And what do you want me to do about it?” Helen moved from her perch and turned around toward the end of the bed to pull off his shoes. An appreciative groan sounded behind her, and she peered over her shoulder, raising her eyebrows.
“It’s a very nice view.” Griffin answered her unspoken question. Helen shook her ass at him as she quickly divested him of his shoes and socks. Scrambling off the bed, she tugged at his pants and boxer briefs until he was gloriously nude. His erection was pointed skyward and leaking pre-cum. Helen decided she needed a taste before the action began. Bending her head, she licked at the milky droplets, drawing a hoarse shout from Griffin.
“Good God, I won’t last long with all this teasing, Helen. I want to be inside you when I come.”
“I want that, too.” Helen never realized how turned on she could get without any direct stimulation. Her nipples were engorged, and she was wet between her legs, ready to ride Griffin to completion.
Griffin cursed the heavens for the vow he’d made to Helen, which held him in place and away from her tempting flesh much more than the flimsy silk scarf binding him to the bed. He should have known his big mouth would get him into trouble one day.
“Why don’t you get undressed? I’m feeling a little lonely here.”
“Good idea.” Helen slipped off the blouse and then pulled her tee shirt off over her head. She tugged at the knot holding her skirt and the material parted, falling to the floor. She stood there for a moment in one of the bra and panty sets they had purchased on their road trip.
“You look gorgeous.”
“The lingerie is …”
“No, it’s not the lingerie. It’s you. You’re gorgeous in nothing at all.”
Helen blushed, but instead of ducking her head, she stared right into his eyes as she reached around and unhooked the bra, letting her breasts fall free. Griffin moaned, wishing his hands were free to cup those luscious beauties. Pulling the strings that were tied at her waist, Helen released her panties as well.
“I was right. You’re gorgeous in nothing but your smile.”
The way Helen stood next to him, eyeing his erection hungrily, made him want to come even more. If she didn’t sink her pussy down on him soon, they were going to have a big mess on their hands.
“If you untie me, I promise to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
“But if I keep you tied, I might make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
“Trust me honey, I don’t have to be tied for you to do that.”
Helen brought her index finger to her chin and tapped it as if in thought. There was a sparkle in her eyes that Griffin had never seen before. It was a look of happiness that was long overdu
e to his Botticelli Angel. “Here’s my conundrum.”
“You have a conundrum?”
“Oh, yes.” Helen reached over to the bedside table and pulled the scarf off the tray, revealing chocolate syrup, lace and feathers, and Griffin’s personal favorite, a vibrator. “If I untie you, I’ll never get to use any of these things on you.”
Eyeing the vibrator, Griffin wonder if she meant to use everything on him. He knew he’d given up control to her, but that would be going past even his boundaries. “Do I get to pick and choose the things you use on me?”
Helen followed Griffin’s gaze to the tray, and when she spotted the vibrator, she grinned. “Worried about something in particular?”
“I wouldn’t say worried.”
“Don’t you trust me?” she teased as she picked up the toy and caressed it.
“I trust you; my ass, on the other hand, doesn’t.”
Griffin jumped when Helen turned the toy on and it came humming to life. His ass cheeks clenched involuntarily. He adored this woman, but she was flat-out daft if she thought he was going to let her put that in him. “Helen…” he growled warningly as she brought the toy down to his chest.
“All you have to do is trust me.”
“Trust—” The words hissed out as Helen touched his nipple with the tip of the pulsating cock.
“Still willing to let me have control?”
Griffin nodded briefly. He wasn’t sure if this was a test or not, but as long as she was willing to keep the vibrator above the waist, he was willing. Unfortunately she must have been reading his mind because she started moving the damn thing down his chest. Helen knelt over him on the bed and giggled as she played with him, moving the vibrator lower with each pass and then back up to tease his nipples.
“Do you like how it feels? I know I do.”
Helen began alternating between them, running the fake cock along her own breasts before coming back to torment him. Griffin wondered just how often she used the damn thing and promised himself she would never need to use it again.
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