He smiled again and I felt like an idiot. So uncool that I couldn't even say prick or cock. I was like something from 1950, saying words like appendage. He could surely tell I was from the sticks and not a city girl, neither hip nor cool.
We flew or glided - it certainly wasn’t driving or that could just be because of the supercharged atmosphere in the incredible car. He drove with one hand, holding mine down on his thigh with his spare one, only lifting it to throw the stickshift before replacing it. Need I say, I didn't take the opportunity to withdraw my hand when he moved to change gears?
“So you're a lawyer?” he said, twining his fingers into mine.
“No, I'm unemployed actually, looking for a change. You say it like you don't care for lawyers.”
“Does anyone?”
“I guess not. Not until they need one anyway.”
“No one would need a lawyer if lawyers didn't exist in the first place.”
“It was my mom's dream for me and I guess when she died I felt I had to pursue it to kind of keep her with me.”
“I get that. It's hard to keep going after losing your mom.”
There was a sadness hovering around him that I realized never leaves. For all his confidence, beauty and clear success, something was lacking in his life and it was quietly devastating him.
Chapter THREE
Cruz
From the second I clocked her I was hooked. From across a crowded room and all that cliché shit but that's how it went. I wanted her with the thirst of a vampire and I couldn't have walked away if I’d tried. She wasn't like those other leeches in the bar, all talking meaningless shit to each other like it was the most important thing on earth. Like they were. Every bar in any city in the world is the same game. Full of the kind of people who have friends only as steps up. Who forget your name the next time they see you. Like that life-changing conversation they were so high on had never happened. They were all just looking for distraction from their tedious empty lives driven to success because they couldn't think more creatively.
She was different. I was moving slowly toward her for a closer look when the asshole homed on in, obviously on the make. You didn't have to know a thing about men to see he was a douche, scouring for a woman to suck him off. Why did she even give him the time of day? She was a fairy queen who should have been with someone who'd make sure no assholes like that ever got within stroking distance.
I scoped the situation for a couple minutes as I edged closer. How gently she tried to get rid of him, neither scared or intimidated, merely adamant. So much kindness emanated out of her, it was mesmerizing to watch. She was a genuine caring person who couldn't hurt even an idiot who deserved it. A unique find in this city. I wanted her in my net so bad I could taste it like strychnine.
Her body was unbelievable. A soft sweater, tight enough to outline her perfect breasts for the imagination, without being slutty. Tight black pants, smooth over her gorgeous round cheeks that I could clearly visualize wrapped and defined with rope. So perfect they should be on display like works of art in a gallery. I wanted to loop skeins of hemp between her thighs so her delicious sex was framed like a masterpiece.
And then I saw the sonofabitch slide his creepy hand between her thighs and grind her like mincemeat. I saw how she bristled but was pinned down by his bulk and couldn't move to fight him off. Something detonated in my head and my gut. I was there in three swift strides. No one treats any woman like that and definitely not an angel like her.
Much as I hungered to take her home with me and work on her all night, Kenn and I have a deal. No unsolicited partners without prior approval. Yeah, it was Kenn who brokered that deal and forced me to accept but what do I care? Kennedy's the only girl I've been with since—before. And anyway there aren't many women in this city that appeal to me. Too crass. Too on the make. Out for the richest husband they think they can score and then trading up. Expecting a man to complete them so they can spend their lives shopping.
This beauty was right about the trading up. Everyone in the city has their eye on more. More money, more sex, more real estate. They're never satisfied but they don't want to put out any feeling or love to get what they want.
I wanted to see this girl's interior soul on display. When I get her into shibari I've got a feeling she'll detonate with the force of emotions running around that bod. I can imagine her skin, vibrant with the sensations she'll discover from being held immobile and I want to be the one giving that gift to her. She's so real and natural I can taste it and I need that right now. After…
I don't know what came over me when we got out of the car. I came around to her side to help her out. She was struggling with the low altitude combined with the tight pants and towering heels. As she came up to me and stumbled slightly, off balance so that she leaned in to my chest and the feel of her petite firm hands on my muscle set something off. Before I knew it I'd tipped her face up to mine and claimed her mouth.
The explosion inside me was unbearable. I desperately wanted to tear my mouth away from hers, from that intense feeling swirling between our open lips, get in my wheels and ride. But I couldn't let her go. Somehow I was rigidly glued to her, my arms encircling her to bring her in close. She pressed into me with her perfect petite body, her mouth so sweetly receptive to my plundering so that despite the charge of emotion powering uncomfortably through my torso, I pulled her even tighter. For the first time since the night I tied Harlow Sanderson into shibari with Kennedy, I wanted to be inside a woman. But this was different even from that. My cock was pounding against my pants and I was desperate to rip her clothes off right there. But I wanted her in a way I've never known. It jangled me and left me reeling, looking for answers.
Dani
He inserted the car into a space on the street and the wings again elevated high above.
“It's only a thing. Not a person. Nothing to get attached to,” he said when I suggested that street parking may not be safe for a million dollar car.
It's not the worst neighborhood but its definitely not the best. He lifted a small leather case from the rear. Oh yeah, the Remy. All of a sudden I was nervous about having this shiny star in my apartment. Surely he must be more accustomed to society uptown girls and slender supermodels.
“I don’t think I own any snifters for cognac,” I muttered.
“It'll taste the same out of tea cups,” he said and for the first time I detected a whiff of a British accent. As though he'd been trying to hide it and it slipped just a sliver. Maybe he really was James Bond.
“You didn't tell me what it is you do, before hanging out in a bar populated by lawyers.”
“Investment.”
“Banker?”
“Fuck, no. I invest in business.”
So he was rich for a living. That's his job. Alright for some. I don't resent the wealthy their good fortune but I do wish there was more to go around for everyone. And right now I wouldn't mind if everyone included me. I couldn't go on living off my darling Bo forever, even though he insists he'll support me to the end of the world if need be.
This guy may be a trazillionaire but he's a complete natural. He'd fit effortlessly into any scene, I can tell. He made me instantly comfortable that my apartment was cool with him even if it wasn't Trump Tower.
“Be love. Ripple goodness.”
“Sorry about the pillows,” I said as he read each of the kind of corny needle-worked memes and accepted the mason jar I handed in place of a cut crystal snifter.
“It's good to come home to comfort instead of a design mausoleum from a magazine spread.” He downed the soft and fiery cognac from the jar without a blink.
I was still shivering like it was freezing out, still reeling after the kiss to end all kisses. The god takes a woman into his arms like a boa. Possessing her, holding her, pulling her in until she melts. His arms were solid muscle, deceptively powerful and I could feel myself losing all sensation in his presence. Whatever he wanted I'd be compelled to comply. I downed
my dutch courage, the aroma warming first my eyeballs, then my throat and chest.
I managed not to splutter and was getting into the warmth suffusing my core when he kissed me again. This time with a fire ignited. I thought he'd never take me, so eagerly was my mouth craving his covering mine again. His tongue swirled insistently around in a provocative dance. This guy, this guy, my god I didn’t even know his name. Did he know mine? I could no longer think clearly as his mouth devoured me and hot shards of light curled up and around my body.
Chapter FOUR
The stranger pulled me down onto the sofa on top of him so I was kneeling above him, our faces level. My legs were wrapped around his hips and his hand daggered into my hair. He cupped the back of my head to pull my mouth deliciously down onto his again. He trailed nips and bites down the side of my neck, making the goosebumps leap up along my arms and thighs as he hauled the sweater up my chest.
I was relieved I'd decided to wear a lace push-up bra instead of the sensible t-shirt one I almost went with for comfort. He slipped the strap from my shoulder as far as possible then cupped one breast and freed it to the air while gently biting the opposite nipple through the lace, making it stand up like a fired bullet. I moaned and threw my head back in delirious delight. He twined his fingers into the ends of my long hair which was still bouncing with curls from the blow out my roomie kindly provided, ready for tomorrow's interview. He curled a lock around his fingers and tugged my head back so my neck and breast rose exposed to him.
The chill air made my breasts engorge with the pressure of desire and he pulled first one, then the other into his mouth, mounding them together with his free hand. My hands held tight to his steel solid shoulders to keep from swooning into the sofa. The muscle was like nothing I'd ever felt, so hard there was no give to them whatsoever. He was like a man of iron covered over with human skin.
My legs stretched around him were spreading my sex and the throbbing was so intense as to be agony.
“Now,” I moaned. “please, now.”
He cupped my ass cheeks and lifted me in one effortless move to standing.
“Bedroom?” he growled in my ear, his voice a low-pitched throb of hunger.
“Behind you,” I squeaked, the only words I could pant out, so needy was my chest for more of him.
I should have asked him his name but it seemed redundant now as he was unzipping the tight pants as he held me up with only one arm as he headed for the bed.
This was a good thing. Anything that would take my mind off my ex, that moved me forward out of the Ben and Jerry's depression could only be an ideal solution. Sometimes sexual connection can be liberating. At least that's what I was going to keep telling myself. Or I would as soon as I gathered any thought other than the swirling pleasure engulfing me.
He dropped me back onto the bed and ripped the pants down my legs in one tear. And then I saw he was holding something in his hand. How? A coil of rope. He bent over the bed, climbed onto the edge on his knees and kissed my aching mound through the sodden lace panties before trailing kisses up the fabric then searing into my skin across my stomach. He stopped at my breasts long enough to draw each of the ravening pellets into his mouth. Every connection of his lips with my skin was a sizzling coupling that sent me shuddering into the pillows.
I moaned out loud. Did I beg him? For more? To please take me, to please come inside me and fuck me harder until he rammed all the way inside my body. I don't know. I was unhinged. A manic need for him to be stroking my deeper inner entrance. He reared up to his knees, an inhumanly perfect dragon towering above me and I reached for his zip. Voraciously aware of the huge bulge throbbing like a burning mad thing to be set free.
The instant I released his amazing blade to the air, swaying like an impossible floating rod of iron above my head, he became crazed. He ripped one hand away from where I was sawing his beautiful velvety pole in both curled palms, ignoring my moan of resistance. I had never felt such a delicious smooth hot rod and I was craving to bury it deep into the back of my mouth and twirl circles with the tip of my tongue around the softer head. But he had other ideas. He seemed inflamed by my touch. He shook out the coil of rope, not normal rope, something less coarse and tied it round my wrist to the flea market bedhead I'd painted old vellum.
Bradley had tied me up once after the Christmas office party, insisting I'd love it (wrong again). This was nothing like that. My superman held my hips gripped between his knees to stop me bucking for his cock while he tied an intricate loop around one wrist. I continued stroking his rigid dick with my free hand and he groaned with sorrowful urgency as he thrust into my tightly curled palm. As soon as he secured one hand, he ripped the other away from its keen caress and bound it with its mate.
Again he worked with such careful precision I wished I could see the handiwork absorbing him. The allure of sensuality filled my bedroom as he immobilized me to the bed and my tunnel was beating like a drum with erotic pulsations. While he worked on my hands, I licked and lapped at the underside of his burning dick although he wouldn't allow me to bury it inside my mouth, holding aloof so I could take no more than the tasty head and savor the salty sweet sharpness pooled on the tip.
When I was tightly bound, he lifted from the bed and gazed at me. My first instinct was to bend my knees and curl away from his intimate stare.
“You're so beautiful,” he whispered, making me abandon myself to his admiration.
I felt wanton with him and for him. I lifted my hips from the bed then tipped one knee open, begging him to come inside me. He watched me for the longest time, until I was tingling with greater intensity of yearning. Then he took my ankle and stretched it open as far as it would go and tied it to the underside leg of the bed, again taking a long time to tie some special sort of knot.
I was in a frenzy of need now and writhed around, trying to squeeze out the painful throbbing in my pussy. Once my leg was totally restrained, he kissed my foot and slowly, agonizingly trailed a line of kisses across my ankle, twirling an intricate pattern with the tip of his tongue around the joint. Then along my calf, around my knee, no part of my body was insignificant and I was quivering with anticipation for the stranger to bury himself into my thighs.
He slowly teased his mouth along the curve of my inner thigh that was damp with lust, until he came to the soaking wet confluence. I cried out as he laved his tongue across the rock hard triangle pushing out keenly between my engorged pink lips. He traced clever circles round and round the hot tip until I writhed and bucked in wanton abandon. I'd never behaved so freely, so demanding that my pleasure be taken to the edge. But now, now I wanted everything this god could offer. He'd spent what must have been hours bringing me to the heights and I was ready to come crashing back down.
The pressure was pooling and gathering in my clit and getting ready to spurt through every pore. I didn't want it to be over, I wanted my time with the Sun God to last forever but I couldn't hold on much longer. He placed a hand on my pubic bone to stop me thrashing wildly about, moaning and pleading with him to fuck me. While holding me down he rubbed his tongue more firmly across my erect point, expertly running faster laps across the tip. Then he plunged two, maybe three fingers deep into my chasm making me topple across the gorge into acres of bliss.
Great spasms of joy flicked through my core as I moaned and ahhed verbal swoons into his mouth. He waited for me to finish pouring juices over his tongue. Then he finished tying my other leg so I was spread wide open for him on my bed, encased at each limb in a web of beautiful perfectly executed knotted patterns. I lay motionless with aftershocks of pleasure stretching for every pore as he watched me. Who was this guy? I was mesmerized and a little nervous but at the same time completely free as I'd never been before, not ever.
“I -” my mouth would barely utter a word so I was grateful when he brought his dripping finger to his full soft lips to tell me to stay quiet. His dick was stunning, big and broad, swaying hungrily before him as powerful as the man hi
mself. My breasts were filling with pressure all over again, suddenly insatiable with longing. As though aware of the necessity to inhale as much of this perfect male while we had him enthralled.
He came toward me and I pulled in a sharp breath of anticipation. When his cock plunged all the way into my channel, I thought I'd tear apart with pleasure. His dick stretched my walls to their limit and held them there, wrapped tightly around him so that we were connected like, like a missile in its casing.
I was drowning in the beautiful bliss of his prick stretching and filling me as never before. It was unbelievable that it could be like this, so different with him than any other man. This incredible, unreal, surreal being. He sawed in and out, while we reveled in the sensation. He took the tip of his cock to the extreme sensitive rim of my entrance and held it there in our shared ecstasy before plunging all the way to the hilt again. He was a master of our sensitivities, knowing perfectly where to take our intimate connection and when to shift it to a higher peak.
My orgasm was gathering pace all over again from the thrusting at every cell in my chasm, which wasn't possible, at least I’d never come more than once with Bradley and sometimes not even that much. When I fell over the precipice, moaning and shuddering it was even more intense than the first, sending expanding moons of colored light off in my brain as though I'd inhaled some hallucinogenic drug. He was a drug, my addiction, this stranger who seemed to know my body like no one ever had. And who was hell bent on pulling every last molecule of emotion from each cell.
He exploded into me with a roar. Perhaps he had been untouched as long as I had although I could hardly imagine that. A man like him has his pick of women begging him every day of the week. He'd rolled into the gap beside me, untied one ankle so as to turn me part sideways. Then he pulled me close to him, wrapped into his arms so forceful but comforting, I didn't bother to ask him to untie me.
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