by Darah Lace
Bradi moaned. He’d stripped her bare and shackled her to his bed. One of her favorite fantasies come true.
She inhaled again, drawing in his essence, imagining his touch, willing the fantasy to become reality. For him to come to her, to make her tremble under his caress, to love her as much as she loved him.
A floorboard creaked near the door. The sound of his even breathing seemed amplified with the blindfold stealing her sense of sight. She held her own breath in anticipation of him touching her, then began to pant when he didn’t. Surely he had plans to do more than touch her if he’d gone to all this trouble.
Minutes that seemed like hours passed, and still he only stood there. Knowing he watched her made her want to squirm but she remained still. The beat of her heart filled her ears until she could no longer hear him. Arousal flooded her pussy and trickled from her slit. She wanted to say his name, beg him to end the torture, but she was afraid even the smallest murmur, the least move, would put an end to whatever game he played.
And then she felt it, the slightest drag of a finger along the back of her calf. An uncontrollable whimper passed from her lips, but Bradi bit into her bottom lip, silencing her need. The finger continued its path up the back of her knee and thigh. She wished he’d remove the damn sheet. She wanted to feel him skin to skin.
He reached the underside of her ass and slowed. Her butt cheeks clenched and hips moved restlessly. She jerked on her bindings, trying to buck against him. His finger continued over the swell of her buttocks into the dip of her lower back. There it stopped to gather the sheet. She felt the material balling up, slipping over her flesh.
A rush of cool air swirled around her body as he ripped the sheet from the bed. She squirmed, eager for the warmth of his bare hand. Her nipples grazed the sheet beneath her and another whimper escaped, half sob, half moan.
Then his finger began the slow journey in the opposite direction, yet still he denied her his touch. Leather stroked her skin. Gloves? Was Mason into BDSM?
A shiver shook her as she imagined him dressed in black leather Dom gear. God, he’d look hot. She had fetishes, but she’d never experimented in the realm of BDSM. She liked sex on the rough side, spanking and biting, but if Mason had needs that took him deeper into BDSM, she’d gladly follow.
The crack of a whip split the silence. Bradi flinched though he hadn’t struck her. Heat coiled in her pussy and centered in her clit. The tail of the whip teased across her ass then disappeared. Another snap stirred the air near her shoulder and her hair fluttered across her back.
“Oh god, please,” she begged. Did she really just beg him to strike her?
The bed dipped and she turned her face into the mattress. Fingers fisted into the hair at her nape. He tugged hard, tilting her face to one side. His breath tickled her ear. Would he finally say something? Talk dirty? Make demands? What did he want?
Anything. I’ll give you anything. Let you take anything.
A phallic-shaped object—the handle of the whip?—traced the crease of her ass. Back and forth, back and forth. The throbbing in her clit intensified. She ground her pussy into the mattress to find relief.
He jerked on her hair and grunted. The sting rippled through her scalp as the knob of the handle slipped between her legs and grazed her clit.
Bradi arched her back and cried out, a breath away from coming. He removed the handle and stilled. God, why did he stop?
“Jesus fucking Christ, Bradi.” He stood up and paced beside the bed. “You’re fucking turned-on by all this.” He stopped and she felt the heat of his gaze on her body, then he started to pace again. “Goddamn whip is wet. You’re wet.”
A tremor of need shuddered through her at his words. “Yes.”
“You’re not supposed to be wet. You’re supposed to be scared shitless.” More pacing. “Motherfucker.”
“Mason?” Bradi lifted her ass, inviting him to continue. Scared? Why would she be? He wasn’t making any sense. “Please.”
“Shit, Bradi.” The bed dipped again, this time near her feet. One ankle strap loosened then the other. He shifted to sit next to her hip and his fingers tugged at the knot of her blindfold. “Just how far would you have let me go?”
“As far as you wanted.” She sounded pathetic, needy, desperate, but she was all those things and more when it came to Mason. And right now, with her body still humming and the need to climax controlling her, she didn’t care. The blindfold fell away and she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “As far as you want.”
He stared at her, his gaze unreadable, then he turned away. “I don’t know who you are anymore.”
“You keep saying that. But I’m the same person you’ve known all your life.”
Shaking his head, he shot off the bed and started pacing again. Plucking off the glove finger by finger, he chucked it on the bureau. “The person I knew should have been scared shitless to wake up blindfolded and tied naked to a bed. Not knowing where you were.”
He drove his fingers through his damp hair. From a shower? He pivoted to face her and Bradi’s gaze fixed on his bare chest and the flex of his muscles. She swallowed as the ripple of his abs led her to the open button of his jeans.
“You should have been shaking with fear. I could have been some fucking pervert who planned to keep you as a sex slave and do all kinds of perverted shit to you.” He snorted. “You were shaking all right. Just not from fear.”
“I knew it was you.”
He stopped dead, his hand hanging on the back of his neck where he’d been rubbing. “But what if it wasn’t me? You were so drunk last night, you could have woken up with anyone.”
“But I didn’t.”
“But what if—goddammit, Bradi, I could do anything I wanted to you right now and you’d be helpless to stop me.”
She lowered her forehead to the bed. This was it. She’d never have another opportunity like this again. “So what’s stopping you?”
“Bradi.” His voice held a warning note.
“No, Mason, answer me. Why don’t you finish what you started?”
Silence stretched between them, long and devastating. The familiar band of hurt tightened around her chest. Her throat closed around the words she forced out. “Do you really think of me as one of the guys?”
“No.” His voice was quiet, hesitant. “That’s not the problem.”
Moisture burned the back of her eyelids. “I didn’t think guys ever turned down sex.”
His weight settled beside her again and the sheet whispered over her body. “Some of us are more discriminating than others.”
He leaned over her to reach for the black ties around her wrists, but she used her shoulders to shove him away. She wasn’t through begging. If he couldn’t love her with his heart, she’d settle for his body.
“What is it then? Am I not attractive enough? Tall and thin enough? Am I not feminine enough?” Her voice cracked. “What’s wrong with me, Mason?”
“Nothing.” His hand smoothed the hair from her face and his knuckles grazed her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
The tenderness of his touch broke her and she lashed out. “Then tell me, Mason? Can’t you fucking get it up?”
He sat back and heaved a sigh. “You know, I think I liked you better when you were drunk. You were a lot less bitchy.”
“What else am I supposed to think?” Ignoring the pain in her wrists, she rolled to her side to face him. The sheet twisted around her hips and slipped down to expose her breasts. With such a blatant offering, she knew full well if he turned her down now, she’d never recover, but anger spurred her on. “I’m naked, Mason, and practically begging you to fuck me. But all you can do is sit there and lecture me. You’re not my father.”
His dark eyes flashed and he rose from the bed to look down at her, hands on his hips. “If I was your dad, I’d sure as hell take a paddle to your ass for the shit you pulled last night.”
Bradi rolled her eyes. “There you go again. You keep thr
eatening to spank me, but you’re too chickenshit to follow through.”
“You want a spanking?” He grabbed the sheet and yanked, flipping her back to her stomach. In a heartbeat he was behind her. “I’ll give you a spanking.”
Strong fingers gripped her hips and jerked her to her knees. “This is for getting so out-of-control drunk you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing.”
A whoosh of air was her only warning as the palm of his hand connected with the fleshy curve of her ass. She yelped as the sting seeped into her skin.
Another swat added to it. “That’s for teasing every man at the Lucky Draw. None of them will every look at you the same again.” The pads of his fingers dug in then disappeared.
“This is for leading Heath on with promises of your sweet body.”
Heat from the next slap spread to her clit, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning, afraid the sound would distract him. But she couldn’t control her hips as they wriggled higher, seeking the next punishing blow.
His breathing grew ragged. The hand holding her roamed to the middle of her back, pressing her into a deep arch. He landed another swat. “This is for forcing me to step in.”
The span between each strike grew shorter. She barely had time to relish one impact before another sent her higher. “For throwing yourself at me.”
He massaged the burning flesh, squeezing, kneading. Both hands now. Then the sting of his palm met the other cheek. “For pushing me to the point that I nearly fucked you in my truck.”
She rocked into his hand as it came down again. A cry stole past her lips. Fluid trickled down her thighs. She held her breath, knowing the next time his hand connected with her ass, she’d come.
“For making me want you now.” His guttural whisper feathered over her skin just before his tongue, wet and hot, swept across the burn he’d created. Then he reared back and the slide of his zipper sent a tremor through her body. The bed shook as he struggled to push his jeans down and off. “Shit.”
Tossing his jeans to the floor, he leaned into her and jerked open the night table drawer. The crisp hair on his legs tickled hers. His cock pressed into her hip and she rolled her ass, trying to get closer. He grunted, slammed the drawer and sat back. The sound of ripping plastic was like music to Bradi’s ears.
One hand flattened between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest to the mattress. A knee shoved her thighs wider apart. Then the head of his cock was pushing into her, stretching her hungry passage.
“Fuck, Bradi, so good…can’t go slow.”
Bradi jerked against the ties on her wrists, trying to buck against him. She squirmed against the hands gripping her hips. “Fuck me, Mason. Just…fuck me.”
His hips rammed into hers, cramming her full of his thick cock. Her head snapped up and air hissed through her teeth at the intrusion. Her inner muscles clamped around his shaft and she wanted to laugh with relief even as she wanted to scream for him to move, needing a different kind of relief.
“Ah, yeah.” He pulled back and plunged forward, deeper, harder. One hand circled her ass cheek as he withdrew again.
A loud smack accompanied the inward thrust and searing heat spiraled from her cunt and cascaded down her thighs. “Mmmmmm.”
Her cream gushed around his cock. He growled low in his throat and increased his pace, pistoning faster and faster. An onslaught of slaps on her ass, first the right cheek then the left, drove her closer to orgasm, but the random pattern kept her just this side of coming.
“Mason…I need…” She couldn’t get the words past her lips. The heat coiling inside her was almost unbearable. She needed to come, needed to bite.
He smoothed a hand around her hip to her belly and lower until his fingers slid between her wet folds. She bit into the sheet. Now. Now. He rolled her clit and the orgasm burst from her core. Liquid fire spilled across her flesh, each thundering pulse of pleasure matching the beat of her heart. Her hips locked and her scream bled into the mattress.
“Bradi.” Her name echoed from a distance. He plunged deep and stilled, his cock buried to the hilt. Hot cum blasted the latex barrier, drawing out the spasms that rocked her.
Mason dropped to brace a hand on either side of her shoulders, keeping his weight off her. She would have relished the pressure, but was in no position to complain as the pounding in her veins slowed to a sweet throb and her muscles loosened. Her thighs lost the battle to hold her ass in the air and her knees slid out from under her. His cock slipped from her pussy, drawing a whimper from her and a grunt from him.
He collapsed beside her, quiet except for the heavy breaths expanding his chest. One arm flung over his eyes blocked his face, hiding his expression. Probably for the best. She wasn’t ready to deal with his regret. And now that she’d pushed him this far, she wasn’t going to let up. Not now. Not yet.
This night was all she’d have. The morning would come soon enough to end it.
And tomorrow she’d be gone.
Mason listened as Bradi’s breathing evened. God, he couldn’t believe what they’d just done. What he’d just done. He’d only meant to teach her a lesson. To frighten her with the possible consequences of her recklessness.
He should never have touched her. Even with a glove on, the first caress had made his cock harden. The cold shower he’d taken after tying her to his bed proved useless. And yeah, she’d goaded him into action, fueled his anger and then his lust with her erotic words. Hearing her beg for him to…
Fuck, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Not with Bradi.
He rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up to remove the condom. Rising, he took a step toward the bathroom door.
“Untie me.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” How could he have forgotten she was tied? He’d been careful to leave her some slack, but her hands were probably numb by now.
Dropping the condom in a wastebasket beside the nightstand, Mason turned and paused, one knee on the mattress. He still didn’t quite believe the hellcat in his bed was Bradi. God, she was beautiful. How could he never have seen it before? She lay stretched across his bed, blonde hair spilled around her like a cloud of gold. Long, slender limbs, firm and yet soft. Her silky flesh was pale but for the red marring her heart-shaped ass.
Even as his gut roiled with guilt, some elemental part of him found pleasure in marking her, branding her as his. But she wasn’t.
That didn’t stop his cock from making a slow stretch toward his navel. Shit.
Bradi lifted her head and puffed her bangs out of her face. She twisted her upper body to one side and looked at him through her arms. Her gaze fell to his crotch and she smiled, her emerald eyes glowing with humor and lust. “Is that for me?”
Wishing he’d put his jeans on before climbing back into bed with a naked Bradi, Mason ignored her suggestive question, along with the generous display of perfect breasts, and reached over her head to untie her hands. “We need to talk.”
She lowered one arm and then the other, flexing her fingers and massaging her wrists. Her grimace tugged at his conscience. He hadn’t delved that far into bondage when he’d played those few scenes with Clay. Mason hadn’t thought he’d ever need to know how to keep his partner safe. Now he wished he’d paid more attention.
“Can’t we talk in the morning?” She sat up, scooted to the other side of the bed and swung her legs over the side.
His stomach took another nosedive, this time for a totally different reason. She was leaving his bed. Shit, he didn’t know what he wanted. He couldn’t ask her to stay. In fact, he should be helping her go before he did something stupid, like put her back in restraints so he could fuck her silly again.
Mason flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes. Maybe they should wait until morning to talk…in the bright light of day…at her house, with her folks close at hand to keep his hands from wandering where they had no business wandering.
The bed dipped and Mason squeezed his eyes tighter. He wanted to open them, to watch her mo
ve. He loved the way—
Something tickled his hip. He brushed a hand over his belly and his fingers encountered a silken strand of…Bradi’s hair?
His eyes flew open just as wet heat laved his dick from root to tip. “What the fuck are you doing?”
On her knees beside him, Bradi curled her fingers around his cock. “What does it look like?” He jackknifed upright, but she shoved him back down and straddled his knees. She lowered her head to within an inch of his mushroomed head. Against his will, a bead of precum seeped from the slit. Smiling, her gaze locked on his. “You got to have your fun. Now it’s my turn.”
She slapped a condom on his belly as if to seal the deal with a promise that he’d enjoy her turn as much as she’d enjoyed his. Then, as pretty as she pleased, her tongue slipped out to lap at the fluid. “Mmm.”
Liquid fire filled his balls. He sifted his fingers through her hair until the tips met scalp. “Bradi, you have to stop.” ’Cause god knew he couldn’t.
She swirled her tongue around the firm ridge. “Can’t we just have this one night, Mason? Forget we’re friends and have no-holds-barred sex?”
No-holds-barred sex with Bradi? His mind spun at the possibility. But what if he couldn’t rein in his lust and lost control again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Her hand began a slow rhythm up and down. Her grip was firm, tight, squeezing. Just like her pussy had been.
He struggled to find his voice. “I did before.”
“No, you didn’t.”
His hands fisted in her hair and he lifted her head, stalling her wicked tongue. “Bradi, don’t lie to me.”
The motion of her hand stilled and she bit her lip. “Yes, there was pain.” Her eyelids lowered and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. “But I liked it.” Her lashes lifted again to reveal dilated pupils surrounded by a ring of bright green. “I liked having your hands on me, spanking me.”
A tingling warmth zinged from his fingers up his arms and straight to his balls, the same as when his palm had met her sweet ass. Once again his brain warned him there’d be consequences. Their friendship might not survive the morning. “This isn’t a good idea.”
