Bound Together

by Marie Coulson

  “I did try and stop her! Have you ever tried to stop Amy once she’s on a roll? It’d be easier getting a junkie to let go of his crack pipe. She’s fucking impossible. Besides, Nick was taking care of her. They disappeared into the bathroom for like thirty minutes. I’m not her fucking keeper Layla.”

  Jared chuckled and I glared at him in warning. He was enjoying my argument with Ollie a little too much and I wasn’t in the mood for his snide jokes or comments. “Just get her home, fast, so I can take care of her properly like a friend is supposed to.”

  Jared shook his head. “I don’t understand how she was even able to get served all that alcohol.”

  I knew how. “Amy has two weapons in her arsenal. One, get Nick who is twenty-one years old to buy it for her or two, flash enough cleavage and skin at Greg, the twenty-three year old bartender, so that he gets all flushed and serves her.” He gave me a disapproving look. “No, I don’t drink. So stop giving me that look. I do not go flashing at bartenders to get served.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “Good girl.”

  Oh, sweet, mercy. Those two words had the distinct ability to make me clench on demand.

  Heaving Amy through our bedroom door, Ollie and Jared groaned as she drooped and slid from their arms and onto her bed. I sighed with exhaustion, knowing that I was in for a restless night while taking care of her. I was still pissed at Ollie for allowing her to get into that state but I had to agree, when Amy set her mind to something, she was hell bent on doing it. Kneeling beside her bed, I brushed the hair from her face and rubbed my thumb over her cheek, removing a dried up piece of burrito in the process. Ollie snorted behind me and I shot him an irritated look. Jared had taken it upon himself to get comfortable and was lying on my bed staring at him. “You two should go, I need to get her undressed and I don’t think, if she was conscious or sober, she’d appreciate an audience.” Glancing first at me, then back to Ollie, Jared shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll step outside while you see to her but I’m staying right here all night in case you need help.”

  I’d heard his words but I could also hear everything he wasn’t saying. Still aiming his daggers at Ollie, Jared wasn’t giving him the privilege or the opportunity to be alone with me tonight. Fed up with the tension between them and mentally and emotionally exhausted I snapped. Marching over to Ollie who was leaning against the open door and watching Jared with an icy stare I turned him around and pushed him all the way to his own door. “Layla what are you doing? I’m not leaving you and Amy alone with him. He looks like he might murder someone. You see the look in his eyes?”

  “Yes Ollie, you put it there. The person he will kill is you! You’ve been purposely overstepping the boundaries all night just to wind him up and you’ve finally succeeded. Thanks a billion for that! Just go to bed and I’ll talk to you in the morning.” Turning to face me he raised his hands defensively. “Alright, alright I can take a hint. God, lover boy sure looks pissed huh?” He stifled a laugh but I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.

  “Ollie shut up. God you’re determined to make this hard for me, aren’t you?”

  “That’s what I should be saying to you isn’t it?” Groaning with frustration I opened his door and shoved him into his room. He stumbled backwards and gave me a playful grin, wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Rolling my eyes, I exhaled loudly. “Goodnight Oliver. Oh, and happy birthday.” Closing the door before he could say anything else, I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously as I headed back into my room.

  Jared’s expression was fierce. Striding over, he slammed the door behind me. “I mean it Layla, one more fucking stunt like that and I’m going to kill him. The only reason he’s still breathing is because I promised you that tonight I would be civil and control my temper. The moment this night is over all bets are off and his ass is mine if he so much as breathes on you. I’m serious Layla. I will not have that fucking little monkey trying to climb my tree! You’re mine and he needs to get used to it.” I giggled. “Your tree? The only wood around here usually comes from you. Seriously Jared, you need to stop worrying about Ollie. He’s just pushing your buttons and the more you rise to it, the more he’ll do it. Relax. I’m all yours.” Pressing my body against his, I grazed my hands over his broad chest and over his shoulders. My mouth partially open I breathed heavily, my chest rising and falling, pushing my breasts into his muscular pecs. He swallowed hard as my favorite pleasure toy sprung to attention against my thigh. I liked teasing him; it made me feel powerful, sexy and tempting. My hands slid around to his back and I gently dragged my nails over his thin cotton shirt, down either side of his spine. He gasped as I gripped his buttocks tightly in my hands.

  Amy snorted and I cast my eye back to discover that she was snoring loudly. There was no way I was going to get her undressed, now that she was officially passed out cold. I turned my attention back to the hot piece of ass I had currently grasped in my hands. His eyes darkened and I knew he wanted me, right there, urgently and passionately. I felt exactly the same and as a low growl escaped his lips my insides clenched deliciously. Lifting me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed me fervently, pulling off my shoes and supporting my back with the other hand. Kicking open the bathroom door he carried me in and backed into the door, closing it behind us. My mouth covered his as I rocked and writhed in his arms, rubbing myself against him. His tongue thrashed and rolled around my mouth and I could taste the bitter remainder of bourbon in his kiss.

  Returning me to my feet, he made light work of my clothes; tearing them from my body, leaving me in only my Victoria’s Secret lace bra and panties as I hurriedly unbuckled his jeans and pulled down his zipper. They hung loosely on his hips as I fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate to run my hands over his hot caramel flesh. Backing away, I leaned against the cold porcelain basin and devoured him with my eyes. Pulling the cuffs of his shirt over his hands, he tossed it on the floor as his eyes travelled from my face all the way to my toes, lingering a while on the hefty curves of my breasts. I gazed at the deep V at his hips that led temptingly into his shorts. They really were becoming one of my favorite parts of his body. The tables turned and now I was the predator and he my prey. Gracefully, I stalked around him, licking my lips as my eyes roamed over his exquisite physique. Dipping my fingers into the back of his jeans, I slowly slipped my fingertips into the waist line of his shorts while hooking my thumbs through the loops in his pants. In one quick move, I sank to my feet behind him and pulled them down in one swoop. I gasped as my eyes came face to face with my name.

  Mouth wide open, I rose to my feet and walked around to face him.

  “I see you found my little surprise.”

  How could I miss it?! How did I miss it in the tub earlier today? He’d been sitting behind me and when he’d climbed out so quickly he’d faced me, shielding it from view, so this was a total shock.

  “Do you like it?”

  Words failed me as I continued to stand there, gawking at him. “I got it in New York. An old college buddy of mine has a shop there and I had him do it.” I shook my head in amazement and quickly turned him around to look at it again almost unable to believe what I was seeing. Right there, carved into the flesh of his left buttock, was my name. The elegant and stylish lettering was deeply black against his perfect skin and part of me was mortified that he had permanently etched my name into his body while the other was thrilled. It was like a public declaration of his love for me except a little less public and a little more under-cover.

  “Why?” The question left my lips before I’d even thought about what the answer might be. Facing me he chuckled. “It was something you said actually, something about me owning your ass. So, now you literally own mine too.”

  I pressed my hand over my mouth, still unable to absorb the shock of my discovery. A muffled laugh escaped my mouth, stifled by my hand.

  “Do you like it?”

  Grinning I gazed up at him seeing the happiness, hope and humor in his e
yes as he stared back at me. “Like it? I freaking love it! In fact I think I need a better look. Turn around.” Stepping out of his pants and shorts he turned his back to me and leaned into his hip. Dropping to my knees I ran my fingertips over the beautiful lettering and smiled as goose bumps appeared over his smooth skin. Teasingly I dragged my nails over the ink before sinking my teeth into the flesh around it. My persistent urge to bite into Jared’s flesh was so disturbing, it was bordering on odaxelagnia, my own biting fetish.

  “Hey, behave yourself back there! I’m still a little sore. You carry on like that and I’ll make your own ass so sore you won’t sit for a week.” Rising to my feet I turned him to face me and grinned wickedly. “Promise?”

  Catching my hands in his he held them tightly in his palm as he ripped the belt from his jeans that were lying on the floor. Holding my wrists together firmly, he began to secure the leather around them. Once satisfied that I was adequately restrained, he drove me back against the door and lifted my bound hands over my head. “Don’t. Move.” His voice was forceful and the anticipation of what he was about to do to me was overwhelming. Surrendering control to Jared was thrilling and surprisingly easy for me to do. Having never lost control in my life, this was a new experience for me; just as it had been with the red satin ribbon in the bedroom, my body became a hot, lust filled and chaotic mess. His hands trailed down my arms slowly, tickling my skin as they glided downwards to my breasts. His fingertips traced the lines of my cleavage before snaking around my back and releasing the clasp. With my hands bound together, it would be impossible for him to remove my bra; or so I thought. Gripping the straps tightly, he ripped the delicate material from my skin. I feigned incense. “Mr. Garrett, did you know that was my favorite bra? It was a sexy gift from my lover. I’m appalled that you have now destroyed it.” Grasping my breasts, he massaged tenderly as he pressed me harder against the door. “I’m a man of little patience Layla. I’ll buy you a hundred of the little things plus lots, lots more. Now keep still.”

  Still holding my hands stretched high above my head I wriggled as his hands left my breasts and moved achingly slowly across my stomach, before skimming over the curve of my hips to my panties. Pinning me against the door, he slid his thumbs into the waistline of the garment and pushed them down so that they glided silkily over my thighs to the floor. Pulling me to him, he wrapped one strong muscular arm around my waist and lifted me slightly off the floor, brushing my lace panties away with his foot. I giggled as my back slid up the door and my bound hands almost touched the low ceiling. Grinning at me Jared kissed me, instantly silencing my laughter. His lips were so soft they reminded me of silk as they pressed lovingly against mine.

  A rush of emotion washed over me and without thinking I lowered my arms around his head. Pulling away and releasing me he licked his lips and lowered his head, shaking it slowly. “I told you to stay still. Come here to me Layla.” Cautiously, I walked over to him. His eyes were full of sensual promise and it left me wonderfully exhilarated. My body was scorching hot with arousal. An aching throb had settled between my legs and I was desperate for him to relieve me of the pleasurable clenching inside. My clit was hyper sensitive and as I walked, the friction between my legs was blissful. I stood perfectly still in front of him. We’d both confessed to not being into S&M but somehow I’d submitted to him entirely, without even noticing. My hands were tied and I obeyed his every command, eager for the kinky and erotic pleasures he had in store for me. He’d introduced me into a whole new world of sexual satisfaction and I was hungry for more.

  His lips and tip of his tongue grazed my jaw, barely touching my wanting and warm skin. I whimpered in frustration. I needed his hands, lips and body on mine. I wanted him deep inside me filling me to the brim with his milky white love potion. “Put your hands on the edge of the sink and bend over.” My heart skipped a beat at the promise in his words. I wanted to please him, entice and arouse him and as I leaned over the porcelain, I could feel his erection pressing hard into my behind. He was as solid as a rock and I wanted nothing more than to turn around, grab him and suck on my favorite Jared flavored popsicle. But the look in his eyes kept me motionless as they gazed at me in the mirror. Bending over me, he whispered in my ear. His hot breath made me hitch a breath of my own and my heartbeat raced. “Remember baby, coffee, anytime.” The safe word! What was he going to do? Why would I need it? I suddenly felt a little apprehensive but reminding myself that I was with a man that loved me right through to my bones, I tried to calm myself by taking a deep breath. “It’ll be ok. You trust me?” I nodded weakly. Inside, I was scalding hot with fiery excitement and expectancy.

  Our eyes met in the mirror as his hand glided and rubbed against the pale skin on my behind. It was sensual and my body instantly relaxed as he palmed my cheek in his warm strong hand. A loud crack stunned me as a tingling and stinging bit into my soft flesh. I struggled for air as I attempted to comprehend what I was feeling. The warm sting on my skin was both painful and pleasant simultaneously. “Again?” He was giving me the chance to stop this and a sane person might have begged for him to release them but I was a huge bundle of sizzling lust and the need for more overruled my need for sanity. Barely able to form a coherent sentence, I whispered. “Yes. Again, please.” His hand rubbed the sore and hurt area of my skin before striking it once more. The palm of his hand held firmly on my buttock, I panted, my sex dripping, salivating as my arousal grew stronger and fiercer. “Again, Jared. Do it again.” Watching him in the mirror I saw the fire in his eyes as a delicious grin appeared on his plump, pink lips.

  I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against the opening of my sex and I couldn’t help myself as I pushed my ass back forcing him to slide inside me. I heard him hitch a breath as my hips rocked against him, pressing him further and further, deeper into me. He moaned loudly and his breathing was now as erratic as my own. Slowly pushing himself in and out of me his hand left my buttock and I held my breath, waiting for the next blow. Never one to disappoint, he slammed his palm onto my behind as he surged inside me hard and forceful. I cried out as my insides clenched and convulsed around his long hard cock. “Ah! Fuck.” The sensations I was experiencing all at once were entirely new and completely orgasmic. My body tingled and shivered as sweat poured from my skin. Frantically pounding into me before gently pulling out, Jared moaned, groaned and gasped in my ear as he leaned forward and slid his hand between my thighs. His skilled fingers caressed and massaged my tender clit. My hands gripped tightly to the rim of the sink as my legs began to give way beneath me. Holding me tightly, Jared kept me up against him as his hips grinded against mine. My head lowered, I gasped for air as my orgasm built rapidly and temptingly closer.

  His fingertips moved faster at varying pressures and I moaned and writhed in his hand. I was gripping the sink so hard I could have snapped a piece clean as he rammed into me harder, hissing through his teeth and groaning loudly against my ear. I could smell his cologne and the heavenly scent of jasmine and lavender oil that had seeped into his skin during our bath. His hand slid from my waist to my breast, kneading and fondling it gently while rolling my pert and sensitive nipple between his fingers and sending shock waves through my body to my sex. “Oh baby, you are so tight. You drive me crazy. Your scent, your delicate skin and the wonderful way your body responds to my every touch. I’d go insane without it.” I could feel the muscles inside spasm and pulse.

  “I need to see you. I need to be looking into your gorgeous eyes when you come for me. You’re so fucking hot!”

  I barely heard him through the hammering of my heart beating in my ears. Swiftly and effortlessly he released me and spun me around to face him. Hoisting me up, he sat me on the edge of the counter, lifting my bound hands over his head and hooking them around his neck.

  “Beg me Layla.” I could hardly breathe let alone form words.

  His hand pressed hard against my sex as he palmed my clit.

  “Do you want to come?”

/>   I nodded.

  “Then beg me for it. You drove me fucking crazy tonight with that prick and now you’re going to make it up to me. Beg me to give this to you.” I whimpered as he continued to rub and stroke me. “Please Jared. I’m sorry. Please.”

  “You’re sorry? What are you sorry for?”

  I jolted as he pressed harder with his hand.

  “For tonight. For Ollie. For making you jealous. Please Jared.”

  Please what? What do you want Layla? What do you need?”

  “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Now!”

  Grinning he pressed his lips to mine. “Good girl.”

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, he pushed into me again and resumed his endless and harried thrusts into my wanting sex. “Don’t come Layla. That’s an order.” I stared at him in disbelief as my body shook with tension. My orgasm was building rapidly and I was powerless to stop it. “I can’t. I’m so close.” He instantly withdrew and I groaned with frustration. “Don’t come until I say you can. Understand?” I nodded. I was desperate. I’d have agreed to anything just to get him back inside me.

  “Answer me. If you come before I say so there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

  My voice was hoarse and breathless.

  “Yes. I understand.”

  Slipping back inside me he thrashed and slammed against me.

  My body jolted and my head fell back as pleasure vibrated through me. The tightness of the belt was pinching and jabbing into my wrist but I didn’t care. I was hot for him and he was driving me over the edge into a sea of deep sexual gratification. Panting, his hand held the back of my head and he lifted it so that our eyes met. “Look at me baby. I want to see you and feel you let go.” I was so close it was painful. “Please Jared I can’t hold on.” Grinning, he nipped gently on my earlobe. “Come with me. Now.” Those few uttered words were enough to push me off the edge and into a blissful oblivion. I cried out, clinging to his body as tightly as I could with my arms still hooked around his neck. My orgasm surged and pulsed through me, making me moan as he slammed into me hissing, gasping and growling through his own intense orgasm.