by Ace Gray
“Don’t move.” He practically purred as he traded the camera for the deep blue ribbon.
I audibly gulped when he stepped toward the hood of the car. Bafflingly blue eyes stayed fixed on me as he bent down and his long fingers grazed against me. He took my hand from the metal of the car and slid it between my thighs. He jerked his chin to signal I should do the same with the other.
As soon as my hands were between my legs, ribbon skated against my thigh. Only then did his eyes drop down. The ribbon tightened around my right leg. His deft fingers and silk satin danced across my skin and found my right forearm. I looked down just in time to watch as my arm was bound tight to my upper thigh.
Nick slid his finger in between the ribbon and my skin and wiggled. When he found extra room, he pulled tighter. I gasped and he smirked as he leaned down to nip at my kneecap. He circled around the hood of the car to work on my other thigh and forearm, leaving a length of ribbon in between. He tied this side just as tightly as the first, capping it off with a dramatic and gorgeous bow, then stepped back.
“Spread your legs, knees up, be careful with the heels.” There was a change in his stance and a shift in the intensity of his eyes. I bit my lip realizing this was about to get real naughty, real quick. My knees glided apart, pulling the ribbon taut between my upper thighs.
He snapped multiple pictures before walking behind me. The shutter snap flew again; he captured a picture of my naked back, surely an artsy shot of skin, sleek machine and the hint of silky ribbon.
I focused on the image I composed in my head as he walked back around to the front of the car and shot me tied-up with my hair cascading over my breasts.
“Lean back.”
His voice had an unbearably sexy edge. My body moved slowly back along the windshield at his command which brought a small arch to my back. The camera went crazy.
“You amaze me.”
That was all I needed to push the discomfort from a windshield wiper in my back aside. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
The camera snapped and my eyes reopened to find his wicked smile peeking out from under the lens. The lens that was pointed directly at my soaking wet slit. These were something far dirtier than the ones we’d taken before.
God damnit, EVERYTHING is on display.
My shoulders tensed and tried to shoot up to my ears. The tightness of the ribbon kept them from going anywhere.
“Run your fingertips up and down your thighs.”
My nipples went damn near rigid at his request and my hips bucked up of their own accord to meet my fingertips where they rested against my skin. Everything in me was trying to forget about the camera clicks and focus on the moment but I couldn’t quite get it out of my head.
“Sweets, relax.” The camera continued clicking. “Imagine they’re my hands, let them dance on your fucking perfect skin.”
I closed my eyes while I recalled each time his fingers had brushed against me. The longer I pictured him tracing circles on my skin the more it tingled and goose bumped. I let my hands glide up to the lips of my sex and this time when the camera snapped, I paid absolutely no attention.
“I want to watch you come, Sweets.” The strain in his voice as he choked out words was a heady, lusty sound. I completely surrendered to that tortured plea and let my fingers meander around my wet clit as much as the ribbon ties would allow. Both fingers traced the slickness between my thighs, lighting all the tiny nerve endings on fire. I crooked one finger up to start the small circles that would make me writhe, only having to fight the ribbon slightly.
“Press one finger in,” he growled.
I pictured his long finger pressing into me, those twinkling eyes craving what was laid in front of him. I did as I was told, feeling my tight wetness envelop my finger. Or what I could slide in anyway. The ribbon kept me from pushing in too deep
“Slow, like I would.” Nick’s voice was getting rougher.
I couldn’t tell if he was taking pictures any more. I didn’t care. My finger danced slowly over the sensitive spots between my thighs, both inside and out, pulling on my thighs as I tried to work harder on myself. I was officially lost to the ecstasy.
“Add a second one,” he begged.
Two fingers eased in and out then I twisted them ever so slowly, pulling on the ribbon as I went. I vaguely registered the mechanical snap of the camera again, and now I couldn’t have given a damn if I tried. I was too far gone. I didn’t wait for another command. I pulled my fingers out and returned to the sensitive circles that sent lightning up my spine. Over and over, I thrust and plunged and skated around my sex; the ribbon was digging almost painfully into my thighs.
It was the only thing that kept my motor skills from falling by the wayside completely. For a while I stroked as close to my G-spot as I could, letting it pull my knees together a tiny bit. The rhythm had extra arousal dripping onto my fingers, then down and onto the hood of the car.
“Fuck. I need you to come, this is killing me.” Nick’s voice was ragged and his breathing hitched when I shoved my hips up to meet my hands. Neither of us gave a damn about my heels pushing into the hood.
“It was your game.”
“I don’t regret it one bit, but I’m dying here.”
He growled at me, the camera still clicking furiously. My hips rolled as I pulled out the tricks that got me off quickly, working friction to my advantage. I yanked on the ribbon letting it dig into my flesh, relishing the very real way it twisted my skin. Particularly when my body tensed and the familiar wave built in my belly.
“Come now damnit!” Nick shouted and I did.
My palms splayed and flattened against my thighs where they were tied as my body shuddered with pleasure. I groaned in between gasping breaths. It took forever for the tingling to subside and my knees automatically knocked together when it did. I jumped when my limp hands came to rest against my sex.
Nick set the camera down and bent over the hood. He shoved my legs apart and drug his teeth down my inner thigh. I yanked at my wrists wanting to shove him away and pull him directly to my clit all at the same time. Nick read my mind and pulled back just enough to hover his lips over the little apex of my thighs, warm breath puffed on me and my hips twitched. But then he kissed the naked skin just above, snatched the camera and shot a close up of my glistening skin.
“Fuck,” I murmured, unable to formulate anything more.
Nick chuckled as his arm snaked around me and roughly pulled me up. His other hand fiddled with the bow at my ankle then made quick work of unwinding me. The second I was free he yanked me to standing. Lips crashed down to mine, pushing, pulling, nipping, until mine were swollen and stinging. His erection pressed against my leg, a stony column I’d become desperate for.
I reached to stroke it but he pulled away. Fire blazed in his eyes and something else played on his lips; this game wasn’t over. Nick snatched my underwear from where he’d thrown them. He held them out in the crook of his finger then arched his eyebrows so there was no question what he wanted. I slipped them on then started toward my discarded bra. Nick’s hand wrapped around my wrist and squeezed, reminiscent of the satin ribbon.
But he simply used his grip to turn my palm and kiss it before walking away.
I shivered in the middle of the concrete garage when Nick wasn’t close enough to make my blood boil. He paced over to where my leather racing jacket hung and pulled it off the hook. He came up behind me and slipped it up onto my shoulders, my skin heated instantly and it wasn’t from the fabric.
The jacket was smooth and buttery against my clammy skin as he partially zipped it. My breasts were pushed up and a dangerous amount of cleavage was on display in the deep V of the open zipper. My jacket hit just above the line of my underwear. Nick used the small gap as a spot to hook one finger in and lead me. I followed, at full attention, to the passenger seat of the Henness
ey. He popped open the door, waited for me to sit then bent low to buckle my seatbelt, shamelessly letting his tongue and teeth travel across my chest.
“I’m afraid I’m going to ruin your upholstery.” I pressed my knees together in an effort to control my arousal.
Nick pushed his hand roughly between my legs and pulled them wide. He moved his fingers to my dampness and stroked.
“I don’t think this qualifies as ruin.”
My jaw dropped into a wide O as he flicked my clit in his expert way; a shiver shot up my spine and my nipples hardened to press against the worn leather. Nick chuckled mischievously as he pulled back and walked around the hood. He barely broke pace to swoop down and snatch the camera.
The keys were in the ignition and he revved the engine to bring the car to life the moment he plopped into the driver’s seat. The purr of the engine added to the pool of need churning in my belly. He caught my look in the rearview mirror and plunged his hand back down between my thighs. Those damned fingers flicked me as he revved the engine.
I cried out. He was going to kill me. The only defense I had was the lure of driving the car. I punched on the garage opener I’d had placed in the car, praying the track would be my savior. I was incredibly thankful—though still thoroughly trembling—when he took the bait.
His hand moved away from my skin to the stick shift. He reversed out perfectly and tore off around the track. The joy oozing from every single inch of his being turned me on more than almost anything else. He stopped in the middle of his seventh lap to idle on the track.
“Sweets, I’m so hard it hurts. Get me off while I drive?” Nick’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, each word shaking.
I reached for his fly and rubbed firmly over top of the denim. He revved the engine and took off, though not nearly as fast. He was only going about 100 mph when I unzipped him and his cock sprang free. We swept along the track as I stroked hard on him, adding twists.
When his erection was hot from friction, I slid my hand between my thighs and ran it over my slick self before returning to his hard cock. My twists and flicks were easy now. The car only faltered once as I pleasured him despite his face getting more and more anguished; I worried he’d bite off his lip.
I flew forward with the car when Nick slammed on the breaks then threw the car in neutral
“Finish me with your mouth.”
I bent down between his chest and the steering wheel and took him between my lips. It only took a few deep pulls before hot, salty spurts coated my throat. One of his hands tangled into my hair, holding me firmly, the other banged repeatedly against the steering wheel. When he finally let me up I licked my lips just before he lunged at me.
He bit my lip as he kissed me with the car rumbling beneath us. We made out, burning gas in the middle of the track, until my lips were swollen and raw all over again.
“Would you like to drive?” Nick asked between panting breaths. We were both pinned to the back of our seats.
My eyes widened and I nodded as best my motor skills would allow. His hand drifted tenderly down my thigh as he chuckled. I opened the door and peeled myself off the leather before Nick managed. He took his cue from me and prowled around the hood. He smacked my ass, hard, where we crossed in the headlights. I bit my lip and groaned.
After the quick spank my desire to drive faded, replaced my another very distinct want. I plopped in the driver’s seat, even though I wanted to bend over the hood. Nick lingered outside, aimlessly leaning against the open door frame. When he knew he had my attention he bent down and made a show licking the leather where I’d been sitting.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My knees knocked together. I could barely function as I adjusted the driver’s seat. There was going to be a matching spot on this seat and an even better chance I was going to ruin the entire god damned interior. The usually delicious rumble of the engine hurt, I ached so badly for him. My knuckles were turning white where I gripped the steering wheel. I had to get my shit together if I was going to drive this car.
Nick laughed a light carefree laugh next to me.
Yeah, laugh it up you bastard, you just got off.
I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes. I tried to ignore the car vibrating under me as I pictured the engine block, the pistons gliding in and out, the overall mechanical whirr of it all. I let out a deep breath and opened my eyes, zeroing in on the landscape in front of me.
I was about to push the car into gear when a floodlight flashed on just to the side of my distant porch. My shoulders tensed and my eyes narrowed.
“Are you going to drive or would you like me to show you how it’s done? Again.”
Nick hadn’t seen it, he was still post orgasmic and reveling in his birthday gifts. In that moment, my heart broke, wishing we could stay like that forever. Nick deserved at least that much.
But instinct kicked in and I cut the headlights.
“No.” He voice got serious but his smile didn’t fade. “I refuse to let you drive without headlights.”
“Nicholas Bryant, you better be one hundred percent straight with me right now.” He caught the tone of my voice and his whole face fell. “Do you have any security out here with us?” His stone mask followed my line of sight towards the main house.
Where we were parked on the straightaway gave us the perfect view of outside flood lamps flashing on one by one.
“No. Get out of the car, quietly, and trade me seats.” Nick’s entire demeanor changed in a heartbeat, now dangerous, even deadly.
“No,” I shot equally sharp back.
For the moment he was fine with the answer. Or I assumed so because he said nothing as we continued watching. After all the lights blinked on, nothing moved, nothing in the house, neither of us in the car, not even the sea grass surrounding us dared. The silence and stillness was suffocating when two bright pops of light lit up the master bedroom.
“Get the fuck out of the driver’s seat. Those were gunshots,” Nick roared.
“Like hell, Bryant.” I slammed the car in reverse and started speeding up.
“Kate!”
“Do not Kate me. Not right now. I know the property better, I know the track better, and I can drive this better. Get your God damned seatbelt on and for once, you trust me!” I slammed on the breaks where the pavement went wide and the car effortlessly drifted to forward facing. As soon as we were moderately straight I slammed on the stick shift and lurched forward. It was the wrong time to notice the car handled incredibly well.
I wasn’t overly comfortable speed shifting with heels but I didn’t have time to stop and slip them off. I was busy trying to distinguish landscaping in only moonlight.
“This is ridiculous,” Nick bellowed next to me, so very much a caged animal stuck in the front seat. “I should be driving.”
“You have no idea where the maintenance gate is or how these cars handle on grass. Shut up and let me concentrate.”
The break in trees finally appeared where the wrought iron gate broke up my stone wall. I was wracking my brain for the code when I pulled onto the gravel path. The small stones pulled at the squealing tires so badly that there was a loud thump just before Nick swore. I hadn’t meant to make him hit his head but maybe it would prove a point.
“I have to get out and punch in a code. Do not get in the driver’s seat do you hear me?” I was shouting over the grumbling engine and the crunch of stone, determined that Nick finally understand how important it was that I was in control of the car.
“You will not get out of this car. I will punch in the code. Do you hear me?” It was that signature icy Bryant voice. I couldn’t have disagreed if I’d tried.
“08, 29, 16, 03, 24, 13.”
Thirteen was barely out before he flung open the door. He stalked towards the gate, walking right past the key pad. I flipped on the
headlights and Nick glowered into them for a split second before he stalked back to the keypad.
He was back in the car, stewing, before the gate slid open. I flipped the headlights back off and sat for a moment, letting my eyes readjust to the lack of light.
“Go,” Nick snapped but something was moving, vaguely flickering, to my right.
“Wait.” I was equally as harsh.
When a black SUV sped by I sagged back into my seat. I wasn’t happy about being right. I doubted it would be anyone but the people, person, whatever that’d been at the house.
In the house. In my house.
I swallowed, wanting to panic, wanting to flip out. They were after us, or Bryant, or me; they’d still be ransacking the empty house for anything from Cubans to the obscenely expensive Picasso I’d acquired if it was something else. Nick’s stark silence confirmed it.
My hand shook ever so slightly in the moonlight until I clutched my fist around the stick shift. I let out a deep breath and put the car into gear. I left the headlights off as I pulled out onto the lane. Nick didn’t say a word. As soon as we hit the highway, he unfroze simply to pull out his phone and call Jaime.
It took all my concentration to keep the vehicle between the white and yellow lines. If I’d had any brainpower to spare, I would have tried to calm Nick. At this hour Jaime had likely been sleeping. And judging by the nonsensical tirade, he’d be hard pressed to figure out what had transpired.
A big, blue SUV passed us and I flinched in my seat. My fingers tapped on the stick shift and my feet darted on the pedals. But it wasn’t the SUV, and I wrangled my heartbeat and the urge to drive like a maniac. I focused harder than necessary on the dial to keep my speed reasonable but that wasn’t the needle that kept grabbing my attention.
“We’re going to run out of gas.” My voice trembled.
“Pull into the next well-lit gas station. Pull up to a pump and stay there, idling, until I say otherwise,” Nick commanded.
