Revving Her Up

by Daniels, Joy

  Cole rolled onto her and she spread her thighs to accommodate him, eager to feel his hardness against her aching clit. She closed her eyes and arched into him. He still held her wrists—the bondage added to her excitement.

  He leaned over to get something from the side of the bed and she sighed with relief. She wanted him now. But instead of the expected crinkle of a condom wrapper she heard a soft swish followed by the slide of silky fabric across the underside of her arms. Her eyes flew open and she looked up. The blue silk tie was wrapped loosely around her wrists.

  “Cole?” Her body trembled with a combination of excitement and fear—the same feelings she’d experienced before their ride on the track.

  His mouth was a breath away from her ear. Her wrists were still bound. “Let go of the wheel, Sarah. Let me pleasure you.” His tongue traced the outer edge of her lobe before diving into the soft middle. She was so sensitive there, so excited she could practically come from that alone.

  “All you have to do is relax and enjoy.” His words were such an incredible turn-on. She could feel moisture seeping from her slit to the mattress.

  What was it about this guy that made her so desperate to give in? To give over and let him be in charge? It was so unlike her and yet it made her so hot she was ready to combust. From wrist to ankle, Cole’s body was pressed against hers. Every inch of her skin that came in contact with his was transformed into an erogenous zone as her body absorbed the pleasure of his touch. His eyes and words promised more of the same if only she would let him take over.

  Could she?

  Chapter Eleven

  Her body screamed yes. Still she hesitated. The fact that she’d only met Cole the day before wasn’t the issue. She didn’t get to be a top lawyer without a good gut instinct, and every fiber of her body told her that this man could be trusted. It was the idea of giving power and responsibility over to someone else that was totally out of her realm of experience.

  Cole’s breath tickled her ear. “You enjoyed our drive last night, didn’t you?”

  A soft gasp escaped her lips and her womb tightened as her body remembered the sensation of speed. The heat in the cockpit. The vibration of the engine. The passion that followed—Cole’s urgency as he pulled her from the car. The hot thrill that shook her when he told her to brace herself.

  She hadn’t followed his lead then and look what it had cost her.

  Cole rose above her, his eyes focused on her face. “Let me take you for another kind of ride, darlin’. All you gotta do is hold on and enjoy.”

  She stared into the bottomless blue of his eyes and saw nothing there to give her pause, only the promise of pleasure and a tenderness that made her whole body sigh. She could do this. She would do this. She was woman enough to face her fear and let Cole—beautiful, generous, strong Cole—take care of her needs.

  She nodded and willed herself to relax against the sheets.

  Cole fumbled at her wrists. Looking up, she saw that the tie went from her wrists through the bars of the headboard. She tugged on the silk but the knots were secure. She trembled. She was tied to his bed, his captive in every way.

  He got off the mattress and walked to the window. With a sharp yank the curtains opened. Sunlight streamed in, lighting her body from breasts to knees.

  “You take my breath away.” His voice was rough as gravel, his gaze intense as he devoured her from head to toe. The tenting of his pants made no secret of his arousal. She smiled. She’d done that to him without even lifting a finger.

  He answered with a mischievous smile of his own and approached the bed. “With such a feast spread before me, I don’t know where to start.”

  “When I go to a buffet I usually pick an end and work my way through.” She wiggled her fingers and toes.

  “What a good idea.” He went around to the end of the bed. “I think I’ll start here.”

  Cole kneeled on the mattress and cradled her foot in his large hands. He started to work his massage magic on her instep and Sarah groaned. No reflexology charts she’d ever seen mentioned a direct link between her foot and her sex, yet when he dug his thumbs into her arch her clit sparked with pleasure. She imagined those thumbs digging deeply into her pussy and moaned.

  He gave similar attention to her other foot, then started up her calves. His palms massaged the tightness from the muscles while his lips explored a new-to-her erogenous zone behind one knee. Motes of pleasure scattered over her skin. The man knew more about her body than she did.

  Sarah’s eyes drifted shut as he repeated his ministrations behind the other knee. Without sight to rely on she was acutely aware of the soft suction of Cole’s lips on her skin. The whoosh of her shallow breaths. His scent mingling with her own musky arousal. The sharp pleasure of his teeth followed by soft kisses as he worked his way up her thighs. Part of her felt guilty about enjoying Cole’s touch without reciprocating. But what could she do? She tugged against her restraint, reminding herself of her powerlessness. Her hands were tied.

  She would never be able to hear that expression again without thinking of this moment.

  Cole’s lips stopped on her inner thigh, dwelling on a point just shy of her center. Sarah arched up, dying for the touch of his lips on her throbbing pussy but he pulled back. A helpless whimper slipped from her throat.

  The bed shifted. When Sarah opened her eyes Cole was kneeling between her legs, looking at her face. Her body was as malleable as putty as he lifted one leg and placed her foot on the bed. He repeated the motion with the other leg. A tap on her knees urged her to open even farther. His gaze never left her face. With her hands over her head and her knees bent like this, Sarah was more exposed than she’d ever been to anyone. Incredibly vulnerable and not just physically.

  Then why did she feel stronger than ever?

  She was responsible for the wild desire shining in Cole’s eyes, the racing heartbeat that pulsed at his throat, the hardness pressing insistently against his pants. She let her knees fall open, tilting her hips to encourage him.

  With a smile hot enough to melt metal, Cole settled between her thighs. He took a long, slow look at her sex, leaning in close enough for her to feel his breath on her damp curls. “Mmmm. You smell so good, Sarah. So hot. I bet you’ll taste even better.”

  When she thought she was as aroused as she could possibly be, that soft, sexy drawl made her ache for him even more. Pressing her heels into the mattress, she lifted her hips, desperate to feel his lips against her. Needing his clever tongue to tease her pussy and make her feel the ecstasy she knew only he could bring.

  With a chuckle Cole complied with her silent pleas. His tongue touched the bottom edge of her channel, then licked upward in one long, firm stroke. She nearly came apart right then.

  “Easy, darlin’,” he said, his mouth hovering above her swollen clit, “I’m not letting you go that quickly.”

  He wove an arm under her thigh and around her hip. His hand reached over her belly and covered her mound. Two fingers spread her lips wide. With the other hand he stroked her opening, tracing the edge with his knuckle. He slid a finger inside, curling it to press on her G-spot. His tongue danced over and around her sensitive bud. Her knees quivered against his shoulders. Pressure built deep in her womb. She was so close—

  He pulled his head back the tiniest bit. She could still feel his warm breath on her lips.

  Was he trying to torture her? She was so close. She needed just that much pressure against her clit to come. She tried to turn her hips this way and that, looking for his mouth with her body. But with her hands bound and her hips anchored, there was little she could do. Her pleasure was in his hands. “Please, Cole.”

  “You don’t have to beg, darlin’. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

  She was about to tell him to put his damned mouth back where it had been and finish what he’d started but hesitated. What did she want? His tongue was so close and felt so good she was sure that one more lap would push her over the edge. But the
emptiness inside her—of both body and soul—craved something else. The fullness of his cock. The weight of his body over hers. Her “problem” had been solved in the shower last night. He’d made her come for the first time in months. He was driving her higher than she could possibly stand with his tongue—not to mention the silky restraint around her wrists—and she knew an orgasm was imminent. But she wanted more. She wanted to climax with him inside her, as fully joined as they could be, and to feel him come too.

  “I want you inside me, Cole. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Damn, Sarah.”

  She could hear the wild need in his voice. “Fuck me, Cole. Now.”

  Cole trailed kisses up her body until they were face-to-face. He’d discarded the drawstring pants at some point—how had she missed that?—and his smooth, hard cock pressed heavily into her stomach. A warm drop of pre-come landed on her skin. Bracing himself with one hand, he reached over to the bedside table. His chest was suspended over her face, too great a temptation to resist. She reached up and took his nipple between her lips. She sucked hard and was rewarded with the salty taste of his skin and a sharp inhale.

  “Stop that or I’ll never get this on.”

  Reluctantly she let him go and he flipped onto his back. Sarah watched as he rolled the condom down his rigid length. Once it was in place he positioned himself above her again. He reached above her head and Sarah felt his hand at her wrists.

  “No,” she said before she could change her mind. “Leave it there.”

  Cole’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. She was.

  “Darlin’, you are one amazing woman.”

  His mouth came down on hers. Her slickness covered his lips and her taste was rich on his tongue as it tangled with hers. She sucked on it and he groaned. His kisses moved to her ear, then to the inside of her elbow extended alongside her head. She shivered—evidently the underside of that joint was as sensitive as the crook of her knee. Who knew? Her nipples tingled as they rubbed against the hairs on his chest. Her hips gyrated against his hard, warm cock. She needed more from him and she needed it now.

  He laughed. “I see what you want.” He shifted his hot tip over her opening. Oh yeah. Her muscles clenched instinctively, trying to draw him in. Sarah planted her heels on the bed, prepared to push up against him if he went slowly as he did on the track. She wanted it hard and fast.

  He must have read her mind. With one smooth thrust he buried himself to the hilt. His cock filled her completely, invading every inch of her inner territory. He paused for a moment, not moving as she adjusted to the incredible fullness.

  When he withdrew she regretted that her hands were tied because she wanted to grab his hips and hold him there, inside her and never let her go. Instead she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. They wrestled for a moment, her pulling one way, him the other. But he was stronger and managed to pull out almost all the way. But not for long. Again he stroked all the way back in, then out. Over and over he thrust, driving into her until she could no longer tell where one movement ended and the next began. Pressure built in her womb but she wasn’t ready to give in to it. This was too good to rush. She never wanted it to end.

  But then Cole paused at the top of an upstroke. With a deep breath he plunged into her. The tip of his cock touched the opening of her womb while his pelvis ground against her clit. Her world exploded. Lightning bolts of pleasure flew from her cunt to the ends of her limbs and beyond—she wouldn’t have been surprised to see fireworks busting from her fingertips. Still bound at the wrists, her body convulsed, hips bucking.

  Cole stayed with her, thrusting deep again and again. Each thrust added another shock of ecstasy, drawing out her climax until she was spent. Or so she thought. A slight shift of his hips pressed his cock even deeper than before, sending another shockwave through her body. She clenched her inner muscles around him as tightly as she could and watched with satisfaction as he threw back his head and found his own release. The pulse of his cock was strong and steady within her as he came.

  Breathing hard, Cole rested his forehead on the pillow beside her ear. His body stretched out over her. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her chest. Or was that hers? Light tremors continued to radiate through her. She’d never, ever come like that before. Damn, was that what happened when she gave up control? If so, she’d have to do it more often.

  Cole took a deep breath, then reached up to untie her wrists. Sarah felt him inhale sharply before he feathered kisses over the sensitive crease below her palm.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, contrition heavy in his voice. “I didn’t mean to tie it so tightly.”

  Huh? Sarah looked at her wrists, surprised to see red marks where they had been bound. “You didn’t. I was, um, moving around a lot.” Writhing against Cole like a dog in heat was more like it. “Really it wasn’t your fault.”

  “Still, we’ll have to get a pair of fuzzy cuffs for next time.”

  Next time? She liked the sound of that.

  After taking care of the condom, Cole pulled her against him so that her head rested on his chest. His other hand stroked her hair.

  “That was… I mean, it was…” She let the words trail off, unable to come up with an adequate description for exactly what that had been.

  His chest rumbled beneath her ear. “Yes, it certainty was. Thank you.”

  He was thanking her? “For what?”

  “For trusting me. For trusting yourself.”

  The hand on her head massaged her scalp and she let her eyelids drift shut. Her body ached in soft and wonderful places and a pleasant lassitude flowed through her muscles. She didn’t know how long they lay like that, only that she didn’t want it to end. Being with Cole had not only healed her sexual problems. She felt light. Free. Like a weight had been taken off her shoulders. It felt good.

  Cole shifted and took a deep breath that raised and lowered her head in a gentle swell. “Now that I’ve untied you, I guess I’ll have to fix your car, eh?”

  “Mmm. That’d be nice,” she said, although the car was the last thing on her mind.

  He gave a dramatic, put-upon kind of sigh and Sarah smiled. “Okay, I guess I will,” he said, “but only if you’re really, really nice.”

  Even spent as she was, she couldn’t hold back the words that came to mind. “And if I’m bad?”

  “I’ll toss the part in the lake and keep you here all week.”

  All week. In his shower. His car. His bed. Maybe they’d even get those fuzzy handcuffs. She opened her eyes. “Is that a promise?”

  He didn’t miss a beat. “It’s an invitation.”

  “I accept.”

  Cole pulled back to look at her, surprise written on his face. “What about the spa? I thought you were so eager to get there.”

  She laughed and draped her body across his. “No need. I found the cure I was looking for right here.”

  “I’m glad I could help, darlin’.” He skimmed a hand down her leg. “Now I promised to keep you here all week but maybe I’ll let you out for breakfast—unless you’d like it in bed?”

  As attractive as that offer sounded, Sarah had something else in mind. She shook her head.

  “If I’m going to spend my vacation in Rapture, I expect to be shown all the local sights. Starting with the best spot to get a good Southern breakfast.”

  About the Author

  JOY DANIELS writes erotic romance because she likes to expose her characters completely—strengths, flaws and scars. Before turning her attention to love and lust, Joy studied oceanography and spent her days trying to save the world one fish at a time. She writes and grows veggies in the Washington, D.C. area with her scientist husband and two curious kids. Since moving south of the Mason-Dixon line, Joy has developed passions for NASCAR and country music and both feature prominently in her stories. She can be found online at www.authorjoydaniels.com and @authorjdaniels.

  He can work with her body…as
long as he doesn’t touch her heart.

  Silken Canvas

  © 2012 Natasha Moore

  Brendan Cole burst onto the art scene in a blaze, creating erotic works of art from beautiful women. Recently, though, reviews suggest that his brilliance is burning out. He knows what’s missing—inspiration. He lost it the day his ex-lover and muse, Ashley Mancuso, walked out on him.

  Together, they can once again create the erotic images that will silence the critics forever.

  When Ashley runs into Brandon at an art gallery, their attraction is as hot as ever. Though she swore to never again take second place to his art, she finds herself agreeing to an impromptu photo shoot. Once in front of his lens, five long years of suppressing her kinky side melts away—and shakes her resolve to keep it strictly business.

  One spellbinding session after another makes it impossible to resist talking of fantasies and long-buried desires. But once the images hit the gallery walls, all the fears and insecurities that drove them apart create a rift wide enough for danger to find its way in…

  Warning: Contains a sexy, tortured artist, his gorgeous muse, and a string of pearls that creates one very erotic BDSM fantasy.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Silken Canvas:

  She was magnificent. Her skin was so smooth and soft, luminous in the light from the spots above them. He laughed, low and dark, at her denial. She was perfect. This was perfect. Those reviewers would be knocked on their ass when they came in here and watched an exclusive Brendan Cole photo shoot. The anticipation had to be driving them almost as crazy as it was driving him.

  “I have to go get my camera,” he told her. “It’s in the office. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” It was harder than he thought it would be to turn his back on her and walk away, even for a few minutes. He had to get the camera, had to put the next part of this plan into action.

  He slid the door open.

  “Brendan?” The edginess betrayed in her voice would only translate into better photos when he returned.