by Unknown
He caught her waist as her knees gave. Falling forward, she pressed her nose over his bicep. “We should talk.”
“I have more entertaining activities in mind.” He buried his finger to the hilt before withdrawing his hand. When he tightened the arm he’d looped around her, the momentum snapped her neck straight. As she met his gaze, he lifted a glistening finger to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
She hesitated.
He lowered his other hand to her bottom and squeezed. The pinch elicited a gasp, allowing him to shove his way past her teeth. “Don’t worry. You’re far more delicious than me.”
Her cheeks blazed at the reminder of how she’d tasted him on the dock. The memory’s pleasure waned as concern reared its ugly head. At the rate their physical relationship progressed, the outcome of this night was a forgone conclusion. Even his patience had limits.
Once they crossed the line in the sand, how much of herself could she squirrel away? When he pushed for more, how far would she go? “I need to think.”
“Do it later.” He brought his fingertips to his own lips and licked them clean. Then he bent down to close his mouth over hers. Hot droplets dripped from his hair, soaking her cheeks and chin as his tongue probed. With a surrendering moan, she angled her head farther back. Water sluiced into her nose, triggering a fit of coughs.
Chuckling, he guided her to the wall, the contact creating a sensuous dichotomy. Compared to the muscled barrier against her chest, the granite at her back might as well have been ice. Steam surrounded them in welcome warmth as water streaked over his skin, its progress drawing her attention to each mouthwatering groove and bulge. Refusing to acknowledge the erection burning a hole against her belly, she kept her gaze trained on his stubbled jaw. One final step remained in their dance. Did he mean to take it now? “Are we—”
He pressed his index finger over her mouth. “Shh…. Stop talking.”
When she jerked her chin to the side, he caught both her wrists and pinned them over her head. She craned her neck back, drinking in the hard, shadowed lines of his arms. He towered above her, his broad chest blocking most of the light. Following his gaze, she glanced up, her attention riveting to a copper ring embedded in the wall beyond her reach. She’d glimpsed it countless times and had wondered at its purpose. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing you. I left you in my bed. It’s obvious I meant for you to move to the master.”
And she’d chosen to return to the guest suite in an attempt to resurrect her emotional distance. “I didn’t think it was a good idea.”
“Tough. Husbands and wives sleep together. My mattress is bigger, and the other bathroom has more toys.”
Why did he persist on acting as if they were in a real marriage?
Scrapes and clinks reverted her attention to the area above her. He’d slid open a concealed panel, from where he retrieved a pair of leather cuffs linked by a thick, silvery chain. “Toys?” she rasped.
Attempting to break free from his grasp, she twisted and turned as he fastened the contraption over one of her wrists. He slid the free end through the ring above, before using it to manacle her other arm. Despite the chain’s give, the restraint forced her to stand on tiptoe.
“Damn, you’re short.” He wedged his knee between her legs, lifting her to ride his thigh. The position arrowed pressure to her clit, sending a shiver up her spine.
The overhead shower rained over his shoulders, coating his arms and transferring onto her as his palms roamed her skin. He kneaded her breasts, squeezing her nipples as he claimed one kiss after the other.
Her struggles rattled the metal chain, though she had no clue if she strained to step closer or shy away. Her back arched, her hips shimmying as she sought to ease the gnawing emptiness between her legs. The response triggered a flash of memory, yanking her for a split second into a haunting echo from years ago.
He caught her nape in a vise and bit her lower lip. The jolt returned her to the present, and his gruff reminder prevented her from spiraling into the nightmare. “Your arms are bound. I’m bigger, stronger. You can’t move. You can’t run.”
She torched her memories in the azure blaze of his eyes, using his voice as a salve to prevent shame from sinking its icy claws. “It’s alright, now. I’m sorry….”
“For what? I’m the one in control. You’re helpless.” He lowered his leg, and gravity took her down. The chain snapped taut, hoisting her up until the cuffs dug into the heel of her hands.
She breathed through the discomfort, relief flooding her as desire returned. Her bondage washed away the taint of guilt, allowing her to see her husband’s face without a monster’s overlay. “Thank you.”
He cupped her face in his palms. “My pleasure.”
Water rained over his back as his mouth descended past her lips to stake claim over her neck. She whimpered a protest when he neglected her throbbing nipples, only to moan when his tongue set fire to the underside of her breasts. The slow, languorous exploration fueled her frenzy as he ground his thigh into the apex of her legs, the hard, indirect stimulation heightening her frustration.
She groaned when he stepped back, leaving her to struggle for balance as his lips traced the groove running down the center of her stomach. Settling on his haunches, he lingered over her navel, nipping her there before his mouth traveled lower.
His broad shoulders wedged her legs apart, forcing her to widen her stance until he’d all but splayed her against the wall. “It’s past time I ate you up.”
Her eyes widened at his threat. “I…. But…. You don’t have to….”
“I want to.” He licked the crease where her thigh and torso met. The fiery contact threatened to rob her of all thought. Fearing the unknown intimacy, she flattened her butt against the granite in a desperate attempt to stall his advance.
“Easy there, sweetheart. Never been kissed here before?”
She shook her head.
“Ever fantasized about it?” He nibbled the inner side of her thigh as her startled jerk rattled the chain. Red ate into the corners of her awareness when he slid a finger into her. An accompanying flick of his tongue made her inner muscles clench.
“You’re so tiny.” He added a digit. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
His hot breath grazed her quivering flesh. “Damien. Stop.” Metal clanged as fear compelled her breathless protest. At the same moment, her hips shifted toward his mouth, her thighs spreading wider to ease his invasion.
“Too late.” His tongue slipped between her labia, sliding into her slit for the briefest moment before settling over her clit.
She shuddered, tremors shaking her entire frame as electric pleasure sizzled through her abdomen. He alternated between brief, feather-light flicks and stabbing thrusts. Waves of tingling sparks coursed through her veins, traveling to the tips of her fingers and toes.
He grabbed her knees and forced them against the wall, opening her until she had no recourse but to endure his assault. Twisting her hands, she gripped the chain above her cuffs, using the biting texture to anchor her to a world quickly spinning out of control.
He spread his fingers, the sultry friction of his penetration hurtling her past ecstasy into euphoria. Her head lolled against her tensed arms, her vision exploding with red and white fireworks. She clamped her teeth on her upper arm as a cry ripped through her, the muffled keen threatening to burst her eardrums.
He didn’t stop even after she sagged against the restraints. His tongue pressed harder, the rhythm shifting to lingering, torturous swirls. With terrifying skill, he vaulted her up a higher crest, pushing her beyond endurance as he wrung out a second orgasm.
Giving her mere seconds to catch her breath, he slipped an additional finger inside her, the snug, biting scrape of his knuckles vaulting her once more to the brink. Then he moved his hand, timing the steady, inexorable pumps to the rhythm of his tongue. The dual assault catapulted her beyond conscious thought. Her knees gave, her own weight impaling her so dee
p the world shattered amidst echoes of her own screams.
***
Wrapped in his arms, Kailee stirred as Damien stepped through the glass doors onto the chalet’s upper deck. Accessible through the master bedroom, the expansive wooden platform had a gorgeous view of the snowcapped Swiss Alps. In addition to gas lanterns, a stocked bar, and lounge chairs, the private outdoor area also contained an all-weather spa.
The crisp, evening air pricked his wet skin. Good thing he’d already filled the Jacuzzi with scalding water.
His prim bride pulled at his chest hair. “What are we doing here? I’m naked.”
“Get used to it. You won’t be wearing much for the rest of our honeymoon.” Lowering them both into the custom-made tub, he continued to cradle his exhausted lover as he strode toward the inner ledge. While standing, the mineralized water reached his biceps, forcing his wife to tilt her head back to prevent her mouth from getting submerged.
“Why is there still a honeymoon?” Her bereft question stopped him in his tracks. “Your reason for marrying me no longer applies. You could return to Hong Kong today and demand the board’s compliance.”
He shook his head. “One would think three orgasms might wear you out.” Powerful jets massaged his back and calves as he seated himself and settled her on his lap. He doubted she’d believe the real reason for his continued interest, so he opted for a different truth. “I’d rather not bludgeon my father’s family into submission. Unless it’s necessary, I don’t plan on revealing my financial stake in Sanctuary.”
She turned toward him, the subtle twist scraping her firm ass over his erection. Grinding his molars, he focused on the rising full moon and reached for control.
Under the lanterns’ golden light, his reluctant lover’s creamy skin and pouting lips tempted him beyond reason. Every male instinct protested his restraint. He envisioned bending her over the side of the tub, kicking her knees apart, and covering her from behind. The position would leave her pert breasts vulnerable to his groping hands, her tight little pussy at the mercy of his thrusting cock.
His dutiful wife would never deny his legal right. She would submit without protest, gritting her teeth as he used her body to sate his lust. But after what he’d learned about her past, he wanted to seduce her surrender, not force her submission. To take her before the right moment would do irreparable harm. He refused to risk their fledgling relationship, especially since he suspected it could last a lifetime.
As much as he wanted to hammer into her and embrace a mindless oblivion, he reached for patience. His decision might arouse them both beyond insanity.
“You’ve never shown this much restraint with your other acquisitions.”
It took a few seconds for him to realize she was referring to his purchase of Sanctuary Hotels. “No other founder raised me as his own. If my father weren’t alive, I would have broken up the company and sold it for parts.”
When her spine stiffened, he rested his palm over her back and dug his fingers into her shoulder blades. Judging from her knotted muscles, the little rebel had been hoarding stress. “For someone on the verge of turning in her resignation, you seem to care a great deal about the hotel. Are you sure you want to quit?”
She drew small circles between his pecs with her index finger. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve daydreamed about returning Sanctuary Hong Kong to its former glory. In a way, the place is home. I’ve spent countless Chinese New Years gorging on dim sum at the top floor restaurant. Through the wall-to-ceiling windows, all you see is ocean. Kids would watch ships sail toward the harbor, while adults sipped tea and stared off at the glittering horizon. The view—it takes your breath away. If we added a swimming pool on the roof and opened a bar and lounge….” She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now.”
He captured her chin. “Your husband is the hotel’s owner, or have you forgotten?”
She arched her brows, her expression devoid of any doubt. “You married me to use me, not the other way around. I can’t plan my life to suit an arrangement that was never meant to last. Sanctuary is too big a dream. I’ve settled for one I can actually hope to achieve.”
He sipped at her lower lip. “You don’t trust easily, do you?”
Her breath hitched. “You grew up in your father’s mold. First Uncle never mixes business with pleasure. He’s as ruthless as they come.”
“He also remained faithful to his wife long after she died, even though she couldn’t give him sons.” He brushed his nose against hers. “They too, had an arranged marriage.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her wrinkling forehead suggested she’d at least considered his argument. He took the win, and moved on to a more pleasurable method for debate.
When he slid his hand between her legs, she tried to block his access by squeezing her thighs together. “You can’t possibly…. Haven’t you had enough?”
“I haven’t had anything since the blowjob this morning, if we’re keeping count. Your punishment’s not over, sweetheart.” He repositioned her to face away from him. Grabbing her shaking arms, he pulled them up until her slender hands rested over his nape. While he’d unclipped the chain connecting her cuffs, he’d left the leather restraints circling her wrists. He hooked them together. “Do you like the lake?”
Though her wrists were linked behind his neck, she tried to wiggle off him. He clamped his hands around her waist. His hunger for her already riding a razor’s edge, he couldn’t afford to give her much leeway. “Stop moving. I asked you a question.”
She froze. “I…. It’s beautiful.” Her acquiescence filled him with primal satisfaction. In the shower, he’d made her scream, beg, and plead. His dominant streak demanded an encore.
Clamping his teeth over her neck, he lifted his palms to her breasts. She gasped when he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. With each hard pinch, she writhed against him, her little whimpers and shifting butt feeding his already engorged erection. “Open your legs for me.”
With a muffled moan as he dug his fingers into her soft flesh, she complied. Even through the water’s distortion, the sight of his cock so close to its target covered his vision in a rusty haze. His dark shaft jutted out from between her pale limbs, and he wanted nothing more than to lift her off his lap and impale her in a single, deep thrust.
Instead, he guided her up until her nipples jutted out over the water’s edge. Supporting her weight with his shoulder, he pumped his hips, driving his penis between her quivering thighs. With her face buried against his neck, he could hear her muted cries each time his thrusts parted her labia and grazed her clit.
He continued to pound against her ass as he twisted and squeezed her nipples, not stopping until the pink nubs darkened to a deep red. When he quickened his rhythm, her cuffed hands clawed at his hair, her neck and back arching against his chest. She pressed her thighs together, squeezing his dick as she shimmied over his shaft.
“Beg me,” he growled. “Beg me to fuck you.”
At the word, she stilled for the merest second, confirming his suspicion about how this game must end. His control on the brink of snapping, he looped his arms under her knees. Prying her tensed legs apart, he stood.
Marching forward, he approached the other side of the Jacuzzi and stopped in front of a coursing air jet. Tensing his biceps, he lifted her until she screamed his name. With her arms bound together behind his neck and her thighs manacled over his elbows, her trembling body was immobilized.
The torrent assailed her exposed clit. His penis wedged in the crease of her ass, he endured each delicious clench and spasm. Gritting his teeth, he fought the imperative to drive into her yielding warmth, appeasing his inner animal by leaving crimson marks over her soft, white neck.
When she shuddered and collapsed for the second time against his chest, he shifted his grip and allowed her legs to drop. Holding her off the floor with an arm around her waist, he nudged her forward, using proximity to make up for the decreased contact.
Pinning her against the smooth tile, he lifted her until the jet flowed directly between her legs. Her futile struggle and subsequent surrender was his reward. “Please, Damien. It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough.” He jammed his penis between her thighs. “It’s not close to enough.”
His hips jackhammered. His guttural expletives harmonized with her throaty screams as he pumped faster and harder. The rushing water enhanced the friction from her smooth, supple flesh. Each whimpered plea fueled his climax, her incoherent entreaties driving his hunger to a dangerous precipice. Circling his free arm around her hips, he parted her labia to expose her clit, then drove his fingers into her.
As her inner muscles erratically clenched over the intrusion, he imagined burying his cock inside her again and again. With a roar, he emptied himself between her legs, his entire body shaking in the aftermath of the staggering release.
About the Author
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines into exotic contemporary locales, supernatural worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after.
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