Rule You (Vegas Knights Book 3)

by Bella Love-Wins

  Maybe that was his intention.

  Because that was when he started. Something slipped around my wrist.

  I barely noticed, arching my hips against his, driven almost insane by the spreading emptiness.

  Now my other wrist had something bound to it as well.

  Sly pulled back, slowly. I tried to follow but couldn’t find enough leverage. When I pushed my hands against the mattress, I couldn’t move them. A brief moment of panic twisted, then I remembered.

  “Are we good?” Sly asked from behind me as he began to twine whatever it was around my wrist, looping it again and again.

  It took me a few seconds to squeeze out an answer.

  Sly didn’t bother to wait.

  He’d told me the rules and I guess he was trusting me to follow.

  “I’m…good,” I finally managed to say.

  He shifted his attention to my other wrist and I carefully wiggled around. He’d tied that first hand completely up to the crook in my elbow. There was more give in the room now, though and if I tried, I could bring it around some. The second I realized it, the give disappeared and Sly swatted me lightly on the ass. “None of that, sugar. You want free, you know what to say.”

  I groaned without thinking about it. Something that hadn’t occurred to me—I wouldn’t be able to touch him in this scenario.

  “What’s wrong?” Sly asked as he finished whatever it was he was doing with my wrists. He slid around to peer down at me. “Second thoughts?”

  “No. I just…how am I going to be able to touch you?”

  That familiar, saturnine grin came and went. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you a chance to do that.”

  And he did, in the very next moment. He swept me off the bed and deposited me on the floor next to it. Then he slowly dragged down his zipper. Under the heather gray of his boxers, his cock was erect. My mouth watered a little.

  Was he…

  “I know you hadn’t ever had sex before me, but tell me something…how far have you gone, Emmy?” he asked, cupping my face in one hand, while he freed his cock with the other. “Ever had anyone go down on you? Ever gone down on anybody? Any high school sweethearts or college boyfriends slide his hand inside your panties and get you off?”

  “Just me,” I whispered, staring up at him.

  “Maybe I’ll have you show me,” he said, voice going raw and gritty. His eyes locked on my mouth and he asked, “So what you’re saying is that you’ve never put your mouth on a man’s cock before?”

  “No.” I stared at his, suddenly desperate to do just that.

  To him.

  Like this, with my hands bound and me on my knees in front of him.

  “I never thought I’d be someone who cared much about whether or not I was the first to venture where no man has gone before, as the saying goes. But I’m definitely looking forward to this.” The hand on my face slid into my hair and he tangled his fingers there. “Open up, Emmy. You’re going to take my cock now.”

  I shivered, the words wicked and hot and so damn sexy, I found myself pressing my knees together to still the ache inside.

  But I did what he said, opening my mouth and leaning forward just a little. “Take what you can,” he said in a raspy voice. “Go deep, or don’t. You’ll figure it out.”

  That’s exactly what I did, listening to the ragged edge of his breathing as I set about exploring him. He tasted salty, like he’d been sweating. I swirled my tongue across his head, then pressed it to the underside where I’d seen that thick, heavy vein.

  Sly groaned as I pulled back, then slid back down on him. The hand in my hair tightened to the point of pain, but I didn’t care. Moving a little faster, I tried to take more of him in my mouth, but he hit the back of my throat. Frustrated now, I pulled off him and sucked in air, already starving for it.

  Then I went back.

  I barely noticed when Sly began to guide me, both hands framing my head, slowing the rhythm until I moved at a slower, easier pace. It made it easier to breathe and I found I could draw in air through my nose when I timed it right.

  The fat, swollen head of his cock completely filled the back of my throat and each time, I tried to take him a little deeper. Once, I gagged on him and he fisted his hand at the base of his cock after, so I couldn’t go any deeper.

  My nipples ached, burned.

  My clit did the same.

  I wanted so badly to touch myself, but there was no way I could.

  Ragged breaths escaped him as he began to rock against me and some dim part of me realized he loved what I was doing. That made me greedier. Humming around him, I tried to go faster, take more.

  He’d let go of his cock again to grab my head, thrusting shallowly into my mouth and this time, when he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed—it was instinct. Saliva had pulled in my mouth and it was about to gag me, but as I swallowed, I took the tip of his cock down my throat.

  He swore above me and stopped, jerking back and pulling me to my feet. I cried out, disoriented.

  He boosted me up onto the bed, hips at the edge.

  Then…he spanked me. “Trying to drive me crazy already, fucking hot little witch,” he panted. “Is that what you’re doing?”

  He spanked me again. “Answer me.”

  I didn’t know how to, or if I even could. My butt burned where he’d touched me and I shivered, breath locked in my throat. Hardly able to move, I opened, then closed my hands into fists.

  “Sly?”

  He swatted my butt again, but it was lighter. Almost playful. “You’re too fucking new to be playing these games, so how come you’re so good at it?” he murmured, coming up against me and rocking his hips against my butt.

  I moaned and lifted for him. “Please.”

  “In time, Emmy. Just give it time.”

  He shifted me around on the bed again, forcing me to my knees. It drove my shoulders into the mattress and I whimpered as he trailed his fingertips across the area where he’d spanked me. “Your ass is all red now. All pretty and red from where I spanked you. Did you like it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  He waited, clearly wanting to know the answer.

  And I realized, I did.

  “Yes…please.”

  “Good girl.” He brought the flat of his hand down on my ass, bringing a gasping sort of moan to my lips.

  The next sound was a scream, because he was licking me.

  He had his mouth on my pussy as I knelt over in front of him and he licked me. He growled against me when I tried to pull away, thrown by the sheer intimacy of it. It didn’t matter that I’d just been kneeling in front of him as I took his cock in my mouth. This was…different. He was practically feasting on my pussy while I had my ass in the air.

  And it was delicious.

  That one thought rose from the morass of emotion and chaos tangling inside me, growing until it had shoved everything else aside.

  It was so good.

  He thrust his tongue inside me, then used two fingers to massage my clit.

  And it…

  I wailed as he brought me to a mind-blowing climax.

  “I don’t want to think about another man ever doing what I just did to you,” Sly said, as he caught my ankle in one hand and lifted it up. “That’s my pussy, Emmy. Understand?”

  I couldn’t even think about what he was saying. I just knew he wanted an answer. “Yes.”

  Still quivering from the climax, I struggled to haul in air as he tied my ankle to my thigh, then shifted to the other side.

  “We’re taking it easy on the bondage tonight,” Sly said as he finished doing…whatever he was doing. “What you saw online is some seriously advanced stuff and first, you aren’t ready to spend two hours getting tied up. I’m also not waiting two hours to fuck you. This is a hogtying. You can’t move your feet or your hands, and I’m going to fuck you like this. Are you sure you still want it?”

  “Yes, damn i
t!” If he didn’t fuck me soon, I thought I might die from sheer, aching need.

  He laughed, the sound a little shaky. Something landed on the bed next to me. Vaguely, I realized it was his shirt. If I closed my eyes and breathed in, I breathed in him. That made my nipples ache and tighten even more.

  He slid his hands down my sides, adjusting me.

  “I can’t think for wanting you,” he told me.

  Then he was inside me. Trapped as I was by the ropes, I felt impaled on his cock, utterly under his control.

  He withdrew, then slammed into me again.

  Again.

  Again.

  I cried out his name and he swatted my ass.

  Then he swatted the other side. “I love seeing this ass blush for me,” he muttered, the words all but lost under the sound of my rapid breathing and the wet, hard sounds of him taking me.

  Then everything was lost under the sound of me crying out his name as I came harder and stronger than I’d ever done before. It was so intense, black dots swam in front of my eyes and the strength drained out of me. It was only his hands that held me up.

  “I found her.”

  I almost dropped the phone.

  I was going to blame it on the fact that my body still didn’t seem to want to obey me after the mind-blowing sex I’d had with Sly a few hours earlier, but honestly, it was just surprise.

  “You found her?” I lowered the phone to stare at it, then raised the handset back to my ear, hardly able to believe that I’d heard her right. She had to be joking.

  She being one of the top finders at the probate office back when I’d interned there. Her name was Ellie Hampton.

  When I’d called asking for tips on how to find someone, she’d asked for whatever information I had and I’d given it to her, told her who I was trying to locate.

  That had been just over an hour ago.

  Sly had been gone two hours.

  The moment he’d shut the door, that crazed feeling of being trapped came back over me and I’d resumed my search for his sister, determined to stay occupied and focused on something other than Topher.

  But I’d run into one dead end after another.

  And now Ellie had found her?

  “It’s not that hard once you know the tricks, Emmy,” she told me, laughing. She gave me the information and the girl’s date of birth. A name and a date of birth. “If you want me to keep looking, I could probably track her location down for you, but it might be tomorrow before I can find it.”

  “No,” I said, scribbling the name and date down. “I’ll see what I can figure out.”

  I had to have something to do with my time now that Sly wasn’t there.

  17

  Sly

  “How is Emmy?”

  Mac’s voice was cool, but hell, at least he was speaking to me.

  Glancing over at him from where I waited near the pedestal that would raise me up onto the stage, I shrugged.

  She’d been blissed out and half asleep when I left her.

  Before that…well, he didn’t want to hear how she’d been and I wasn’t about to tell him.

  But he didn’t want to hear about that state of mind anyway.

  “She’s fucked up,” I said shortly. “I’m surprised Angel hasn’t been up to see her.”

  “The baby’s got a fever,” Mac said, his voice tight. “We’re…hell, we’re a little worried. It’s impossible not to worry when babies that young start to run a fever. She’s improving a bit, though. Her temperature was higher a few hours ago, but still, you know how it is.”

  Straightening a little, I eyed him more closely and caught sight of something that had probably been there earlier. Strain. “How long has she been sick?”

  “She had a runny nose yesterday, but we didn’t think much of it. A little after lunch, Angel thought she felt warm so she checked her temperature and called the doctor. It was only like 100.5, but it got higher a little earlier and the doctor said she needs to bring Colleen in in the morning.” He managed to toss me a wry, if somewhat forced smile. “Gonna be a shitty night of sleep for me. In bed at what…maybe two? Up by seven to take her to the office for an eight-thirty appointment.”

  I didn’t even suggest that Angel go alone.

  That wasn’t about to happen, and if it was me, I wouldn’t let her go alone either.

  “She’s probably just got a cold,” I said. “Babies can get colds.”

  Unwittingly, my mind drifted back and I had to throw a rope around those thoughts to yank them back from a road I didn’t want to travel right now—or ever.

  “Anyway…uh…hell, Angel’s going to kick my ass, but I didn’t tell her about the thing with Topher.”

  Mac’s words had my head whipping around and I gaped at him. “Why not? You can’t afford for her to be caught off guard when she’s alone or out with the little one.”

  His jaw was set in a hard line. “She’s scared to death about the baby. I’ll tell her tomorrow but she’s already scared…” He stopped, then muttered under his breath. “This relationship thing sucks. I thought Emmy would’ve called her but she hasn’t and seeing how worried she is about Colleen?”

  He was looking for an out.

  “Man, if you are looking at me for advice on relationships, you really are reaching,” I told him.

  Over our head, the music abruptly ceased.

  “It’s go time,” I told Mac.

  He nodded.

  “You missed your cue,” LeVan said, eying me narrowly as I got backstage.

  Mac was back out front with his big bike. He used that bike in two illusions now. It was a surprise he wasn’t using it in almost every part of his show. He already used it in the opening and closing performances of the big weekly group show we put on.

  Sweating, I shot LeVan a look. “Everybody misses a mark now and then.”

  And if it weren’t for LeVan’s watchful eye, nobody would’ve noticed.

  Mac would’ve been busy in the lower part of the stage, ready for his time to take over, so he couldn’t have noticed.

  Of course, LeVan might’ve been out on the strip watching the fountains at the Bellagio with Nick and Thea and he still would somehow know I’d missed a mark. He was good about that.

  “It’s kind of funny,” he continued.

  “Don’t you need to do something so you’re focused and ready for your part?” I asked, weary already.

  “Nah. That’s the nice part about my kind of magic. I don’t need a bunch of cute little rabbits or big-ass bikes or hoops of fire to make people go wow.” He clapped his hands to his face in an echo of the exclamations of amazement we all loved to see. “I’m the real deal. I just need me.”

  “You’re a real dickhead,” I said. “And you’re getting arrogant.”

  “Don’t worry.” He winked at me. “Even if I increase in arrogance daily, I’ll never catch up to you. But you didn’t ask me what’s funny.” He adjusted the jacket of his suit and smoothed a hand down his short hair, a leftover echo from when he’d had the long, heavy dreads. “Before you hooked up with Emmy, when you missed a mark, you would be the first person to comment—and bitch about it all night long. You’ve mellowed, man.”

  He disappeared through the curtains as the swell in music marked the time for him to take the stage. That meant I had just under four minutes to change for my next act.

  Fuck.

  And screw that—I hadn’t mellowed.

  If anything, I was more ramped up than ever before.

  But my focus was split.

  I didn’t know if I wanted to get back to my room and fuck Emmy senseless again.

  Or go out and try to find one ass-faced bastard by the name of Topher.

  Find him, make him eat his own limp dick and then once he was done with that, I’d wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze until he got the point that he wasn’t ever to come near Emmy again.

  And LeVan thought I’d mellowed.

  18

  Emmy

/>   I woke up to pitch black and warmth against my back.

  Sly mumbled against my neck, “It’s me. Go back to sleep.”

  If only it was that easy.

  But I lay there, enjoying the feel of him, the weight of him pressing against me as I waited for sleep to return.

  My mind wandered and I bit my lip, pondering the idea of getting out of bed and checking the computer to see if I’d heard anything back.

  There were three different Addison Flannigan’s on Facebook who lived in Texas.

  But only one of them had Sly’s high arching brows and his wicked, flashing smile. Her face was softer, her chin rounder. Where he was all hard and sharp edges, she was…gentler.

  She was also a kindergarten teacher.

  It had taken me the better part of an hour to pen a message to her that hadn’t sounded like it was coming from a crazy woman—or too crazy of a woman.

  Watching the inbox wasn’t going to make an answer appear.

  Lying here thinking about what I’d decided to obsess over rather than my problem wasn’t going to fix anything either, and damn it, now I was thinking about my problem again.

  Topher.

  A shiver raced through me.

  Behind me, Sly mumbled something against my hair.

  Realizing he was already so close to being asleep, I decided it would be better to just get off my ass and stretch my legs. Otherwise, I was going to wake him up.

  At first, he didn’t seem to want to let go, but he relaxed the grip around my waist eventually and I slid out of bed just as he rolled onto his back and flung an arm over his eyes.

  My eyes had adjusted and I could see something in the thin streams of light that shone in around the shades that managed to block almost all the light from coming in the windows.

  Sly was…beautiful.

  He wasn’t a soft sort of beautiful.

  Everything about him was harsh and sharp, like shards of glass that glinted in the sunlight. He could cut me if I got too close.

  And I was already too close.