by Lynn Burke
Livi had claimed he was no sadist, but once he had me tied up, would he unleash his anger on me or decide punishment was in order? The thought of pain didn’t light my buttons, but I wanted Theo. Period. If that meant being branded by his hands or a whip without whimpering, then I’d sure as hell find the strength to do so. He needed to know I was all in, regardless of what he wished to dish out.
We pulled into Theo’s driveway, and he turned the Cherokee off. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, staring straight ahead.
“Yes.”
He exhaled a slow breath. “One rule.”
I waited.
“No kissing.”
“No … what?”
He angled to face me, dark eyes luminous and serious in the full moon’s light pouring through the windshield. “You want escape from reality through pleasure, and I promise to give you that. But...” His gaze lowered to my lips and jerked back up. “What you don’t need is emotional distraction that will take your mind off what’s important right now. Your dreams are within reach. I won’t be the one to mess that up.”
I studied his face, surprised to find more than lust in his dark eyes. Sincerity and something I couldn’t name.
Test to diagnose and find answers.
“Emotional distraction?” I quirked an eyebrow. “As in more than a simple fuck?”
His eyes hardened. “There’s nothing simple in what I’m planning on doing to you, little lamb.”
A tingle of fear lit within my stomach, but a slow smile grew on my lips as my panties soaked through. His diversion tactic said it all. Time to make him good on his promise to give me release—and enjoy a taste of the man I decided I wanted to keep for a long while. “No kissing. Got it.”
His head tipped to the side, eyes narrowing.
I tried for wide-eyed innocence.
“Tonight, I’m the one in charge.”
“Yes, Sir.” I mock saluted.
His lips twitched. “Get your smart ass inside.”
****
Theo had ordered me to go upstairs to his bedroom, strip and sit on the edge of his bed, legs spread and eyes closed. Heat flushed my skin in the dimmed overhead lights. My heightened breaths filled the stifling silence and overloaded my olfactory system with Theo’s cologne and his musk on the bedding beneath me.
A shiver licked down my body, raising goose bumps in its wake as footsteps sounded in the hall.
I sat as he’d told me to, legs spread, aching pussy—bare and wet—on display. Keeping my eyes shut proved a hell of a lot harder than I’d expected. I longed to see his face, the heat in his eyes as he saw me naked for the first time.
The door beyond the bed’s foot opened, and his rush of breath brought a smile to my lips. I couldn’t help myself … I peeked.
He stood before me in all his ungodly hotness. Black rumpled hair. Dark eyes oozing the same need thrumming through my body as he peered between my spread thighs. A new wave of lust rocked the ever lovin’ shit out of me.
“I told you to keep your eyes closed,” he said, voice ragged and low as he lifted his head. “Lucky for you, I don’t redden skin with my hands or whips.” His gaze narrowed, but his sexy-as-hell smirk eased more moisture from my body. Need like I’d never experienced swept through me, and I fought the desire to close my legs and hide my obvious desperation.
His gaze slid downward again. He licked his lips, and my breath caught as he growled, “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed, lower lip between my teeth. Like a meek little sub, I didn’t move as he walked around the room, opening and closing another door.
My heart thundered in my chest. My body burned. I couldn’t wait for his hands to touch me. Caressing fingers. Warm mouth.
A moan passed my lips as I shifted with the desire to rub my thighs together and find release. Hell, who was I kidding? I wanted to stroke my throbbing pussy and pulsing clit.
“Since you can’t seem to obey orders, I’m going to blindfold you, Charlene. Are you all right with that?”
Forced to focus on nothing but his scent, his words, his touch… I swallowed back a moan. “Hell yes.”
Soft silk brushed across my nipples, hardening them to tight points.
“So responsive.” Theo’s soft tone matched his gentle movements of tying a blindfold tight around my head.
Something a little less silken slid over my shoulders and down my right arm. Rope, I realized as he began looping and knotting my forearms together in a front arm binder, an occasional gentle touch to my straining nipples heightening my breath. Wrist to elbow, he bound me, his fingertips reassuring against my skin.
When he finished, I tested the rope and found no give. I swallowed against the sudden sense of panic lacing through my mind.
“Relax, little lamb. I can free you with a few flicks of my switch blade.” His low voice soothed me, and I nodded, forcing myself to draw a slower breath. Theo’s hands, strong and warm, caressed my shoulders and slid down my arms. “The pale skin of your wrists and slender hands make my crimson rope beautiful,” he whispered, twining his fingers through mine.
The simple intimate act of holding my hands eased my anxiety, lightened the tightness in my chest.
He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling my ear and lifting the hairs on my nape. “Lie back, but keep your legs spread so I can look at that beautiful pussy.”
Although my muscles quivered, I obeyed without a word. A tremble rippled through my body as Theo bound my ankles with rope and tied them to the bed posts. Again, no give, but my anxiety level remained low. He lifted my bound arms overhead and tied my wrists tight to the headboard.
Silence settled once more. My body tensed again as I waited, tied up tight to his bed. At his mercy, his control. I swallowed against rising anxiety over being powerless except for a simple word I refused to allow past my lips.
Deep breath in through the nose, exhale through the mouth.
The bed dipped on my right. A second later, a soft … something … slid down my cheek to my neck, catching my breath. Feather? Flower? I breathed deep, trying to catch a whiff of what it might be, but Theo’s presence overrode all traces of scent but his own.
Whatever he used to focus my attention on touch swirled around my breast, hardening my nipples to the point of pain. I bowed my back, arching upward, all trace of unease dissipating with his gentle touch.
“Lay still or I’ll tie your body down.”
Biting back my groan, I did as told.
The softness rounded my other breast, moving slightly inward with each pass, but meandered down my midsection without touching my aching nipples. I squirmed as what had to be a feather dipped into my belly button.
Down, down, down, my mind chanted as my breath escaped in pants. Oh, thank God. He moved between my spread legs and took his good old time, the light touch tickling along my pubic bone, back and forth. Back and forth.
“Christ, you’ve got a beautiful pussy.” Lust laced his words, bringing a moan to my lips. “I’m going to lick every inch, little lamb. Suck on your swollen flesh until you come in my mouth.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.” I raised my hips in offering.
Theo
Her pink swollen pussy lips begged to be suckled, and her prominent clit—goddamn, it called out for a little nibble. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs, and my cock strained against my jeans, tight and ready to fuckin’ explode.
But, not on her command. Hell, no.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” My voice rasped the unintended words past the groan rising inside me. “Spread out like a feast for me. Me alone.”
My balls ached, but I took my time dry-painting her smooth skin with the feather and memorizing every freckle, down one leg and back up the other to her slick pussy.
Charlene moaned and arched her back. “Please, Theo.”
“I’m going to lap up every trace of your creamy arousal. Fuck your pussy wit
h my tongue.”
She gasped for air, a sheen of sweat coating her skin as her head tossed side to side. “Please.”
Her ragged whisper made me catch my breath. Temptation to rip off my clothes and bury my cock into her hot sheath slammed into me, and I squeezed myself through my jeans to calm the fuck down. Never had I wanted a woman so much. The lust I’d felt for Sasha didn’t compare to my need for Charlene’s petite body and driven spirit.
Fuckin’ gone on her.
The thought didn’t bother me one bit. She was the kind of woman I needed, someone who would challenge me. Make me a better man. I’d give her what she longed for regardless of my wants and my aching balls if it meant I stood a chance of making her mine in six months’ time.
I hopped off the bed and shed my clothes. Charlene’s head turned in my direction, tongue licking her bottom lip. My chuckle almost escaped.
Still too focused.
I’d brought a cup of ice cubes up with me and had set them on the dresser by the door. A quick peek showed they’d melted a bit, but would work for what I had in mind. Grinning, I ambled back toward the bed.
Charlene’s head lifted, and she tracked my movement although I’d covered her gorgeous eyes tight.
I straddled her waist, and she released a low moan as my tight balls caressed the top of her bare pussy. Chanting focus to myself non-stop, I held an ice cube over her breast in my fist until it melted and a drop fell on her nipple.
She gasped and pressed her upper body into the mattress as I dripped the cold water across her chest to her other breast. “That’s fucking cold.”
Still grinning, I touched the cube to the bottom of her chin and slid it downward, water dribbling into the hollow of her throat. I swirled the ice around one small breast, working my way inward to her large, pink areola and the succulent hard nipple in its center. I topped the firm nub, lingering long enough the ice melted.
I grabbed another cube to tease her other breast, and unable to help myself, wrapped my lips around her cold nipple, my tongue flicking and reheating the tight flesh.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, enticing a drop of pre-cum out of my cock.
A tremor of hot fuckin’ need rolled over me, and I moved down between her knees. Spread wide open, her pussy contracted, dripping her cream down between her ass cheeks. Jaw clenched, I slid the ice down across her mound, circled her clit, and pressed the remaining bit up into her tightness.
“Holy fuck.” Charlene tilted her head back and swallowed. “You’re killing me here, Theo. Please.”
I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her higher to lick a lazy trail from her puckered hole to her clit. Her musk filled my nose, and my cock leaked again. I lapped up every trace of her honeyed cream and moved upward again to flick her extended clit with my tongue.
Her head thrashed from side to side, pants and groans giving me my favorite kind of satisfaction found only from having a woman bound and in my control. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to,” I said, caressing her swollen nub with my hot breath.
“Bastard,” she moaned.
I closed my lips around the throbbing bundle of nerves and pulled it taunt until it popped free.
“Please.” She turned her head sideways, pressing her cheek into my pillow. “I need … I need to come.”
Another flick of my tongue to her clit, and I backed off. “Beg.”
“Goddamn you, Theo Risso.”
I bit back my chuckle and sucked her swollen lips into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” She ground her hips against my face, panting, mewing sounds escaping her parted lips. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I asked, inhaling the sweet scent of her cream.
“Please let me come, Sir,” she whimpered. “Please.”
Nothing better than a woman begging, but I changed my mind on having her come in my mouth. I wanted her wet heat wrapped around me when I allowed her to let go.
It took all of five seconds to slice through the ropes holding her ankles. Another five, and I sheathed my cock in a rubber.
I flipped her over, twisting her bound arms above her head, and lifted her hips. One thrust landed me balls deep in the tightest, sweetest pussy on earth.
Charlene arched her back and cussed into my pillow as I pulled out and slammed into her again. My ears buzzed, eyesight hazed with the fuckin’ need to come.
Goddamn.
I dug my fingers into her thighs and breathed deep, fighting for calm. Another rock of my hips, and I knew there was no fucking way in hell I’d last much longer.
“You have my permission to come, little lamb,” I said, reaching around to pinch her clit.
She screamed and clamped down around my cock, her pussy spasms demanding I give into the volcano brewing in my balls. So much for drawing out her climax. I slammed into her, my own fuckin’ explosion bursting the back of my eyelids with fireworks enough to wow any crowd.
Heaving for breath, I draped my upper body across her back. She sank to the mattress beneath me as I buried my face in her hair.
I propped up on an elbow the second I caught my breath. “Are you all right?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” A contented smile lifted the side of her mouth I could see.
I lowered my head to kiss the corner of her plump lips, but caught myself. “I’ll be right back,” I said against her earlobe instead.
She whimpered as I pulled out and climbed off the bed.
Before heading to the bathroom, I cut her arms free. She didn’t move.
“Sure you’re okay?” I asked again.
Her sigh rippled down her body. “Never better.”
Sated and relaxed … friendly neighbor Charlene Tucker and her tight, round ass never looked so good. How the fuck I would survive the next six months without having her in my bed every night, I wondered before turning away from the vision of her limp, luscious body.
I took care of business and got a warm wet towel to clean up Charlene. She still lay face down and didn’t do more than sigh as I wiped between her thighs with gentle strokes.
She patted the bed when I finished.
More than anything, I wanted to distance myself, but she’d just been tied up for the first time, and the Dom in me needed to make sure she was good emotionally even though she hadn’t gone into subspace.
I stretched out beside her and pulled her into my arms, making sure her head rested against my chest and not near my lips. “How do you feel?”
“Like a boneless, mindless lump of used up woman.”
Lazy and low, her voice had me grinning. “Once again, you succeeded in getting what you wanted.”
“Hmm.” Charlene snuggled closer, her lips rubbing against the light spattering of hair between my pecs. “Can I ask you something?” she asked just as my cock considered another round.
I smoothed back the still-damp tresses of hair from her forehead. “Anything.”
“Earlier tonight you said something about being an emotional distraction for me and not wanting to mess up my dreams.”
“I did.”
She tipped her head back, piercing me with her gaze. “Am I wrong to think that if I had waited another six months to seduce you, you’d be diving in head first?”
My gaze didn’t waver. “Without reservation.”
She reached up to run her fingers through my hair. “Kiss me, Theo.”
“No.”
Heat, and not the desire kind, kindled in her eyes. “We both know what we want. Where we’re headed, so why are you being stubborn?”
I grabbed her hand from off my head and held it tight between us. “I told you why.”
“You’re a hard-headed ass.”
I couldn’t help my damn chuckle. “So you’ve said.”
Charlene huffed and rolled away from me. Without a word, she strode from my room, the sway of her ass bringing life back to my cock. I didn’t bother following, but listened as she stomped down the stairs, and a minute later, slammed my front door.
For the best, I told myself, throwing an arm over my eyes and struggling not to run after her. Six months from now, little lamb, I’m going to offer you a collar and you damn well better accept.
Charlene
“Well?”
I pulled my cell away from my head at Livi’s screech and tried not to laugh. “Well what?”
“It’s been three days. Three days and you’re killing me! Were you successful or not?”
“Yes. Kind of.”
“Ha!” I could imagine Livi’s fist pump as she laughed with glee. “I knew it. Tell me everything.”
My face scrunched up. “Ew. No.”
“Tell!”
“I’m not going into details about your brother with you.”
Livi huffed. “Well did he at least admit to his feelings for you? When are you moving in?”
“Not exactly, and I’m not.”
“What? How come?”
“After…” I waved my hand and sipped on my break-time coffee loaded with creamer and sugar. “Afterward, I put my coat back on and went home.”
“Just like that?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled into my cell before yawning. “Just like that.”
“Hmm. So what’s your next plan of attack?” Livi asked.
“Working on it, but kinda tough to implement a damn thing since he hasn’t been home since then.”
“He hasn’t been home in three days?”
“Not while I’ve been awake.”
“Huh.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Oh, I’d thought a few things. Like, how many hours he’d spent at Chantelle’s and the one that pissed me off most—who he’d scened with. My blood boiled with the need to scratch someone’s eyes out.
“So what are you going to do?”
I chewed on the inside of my lip. What I wanted to do was chase after him again, make him string me up and set my mind free like I’d read about. It hadn’t happened our first time together, but I’d been too damn focused on the chase, getting my way, and finally being in his bed.
Theo could take me there if I allowed him to. I just needed the chance to embrace his ropes, his soft touch and whispered words. A sweet shiver hardened my nipples and dampened my panties.
