Restrained and Willing

by Tiffany Bryan

  Pierce smoothed his hands upward, cupped her breasts. He loved the way their full weight overflowed his hands. He squeezed lightly, wanting to ease her in. No sense rushing the rough stuff. He’d have two weeks to test her sexual mettle. No question she’d take whatever he’d serve up. His brat was an adventuresome hit-the-floor-running kinda gal. But some things were better paced slowly. Especially the disciplinary lifestyle he preferred.

  He thumbed her nipples, loving the contrast of their stiff, yet soft texture against his rough-skinned thumbs as the deep-cherry tips contracted into rigid elongated points. The perfect length for nipple clamps. The thought made his dick hard. He was beginning to think it would be a recurring condition when around this woman. He didn’t bother to look down at the towel covering his lower half, knowing he’d just pitched the biggest tent in the campground.

  Spurred by the sweetest temptation, he latched his mouth on to one irresistible tip. Applied gentle suction, swirled his tongue.

  She moaned and he glanced up in time to see her eyes close and head fall back.

  He released her nipple with a distinct pop.

  Her head came back up. Her gaze, unfocused.

  “Keep your eyes open.” He kept up a steady, slightly rough circular motion around her distended nipples with his thumb at the same time he squeezed both breasts. “Knowing you’re watching turns me on. This is my time.”

  She opened her lush mouth. Closed it. After a prolonged pause, said, “Yes, Pierce.”

  “Nice recovery. Next time, I don’t want a hint of hesitation to form on those made-for-cock-sucking lips.”

  Her only reaction to his brusque language was a slight widening of her eyes.

  “I won’t always ask or say things nicely. Occasional crudeness is another big turn-on for me. And not only in a private setting. Specifically, at Freedom Club. Given your penchant for snooping, I’ll assume you know of it. What activities go on there.”

  “Yes.” Her cheeks tinted light pink and she dipped her head.

  He released one breast and gave her a firm slap on the thigh.

  Her gaze jerked up to lock with his.

  “Eye contact.”

  Fascinating. Given how modernized and straightforward she was, the ability to make her blush was an unexpected pleasure. An adorable trait he’d enjoy seeing repeated. But they’d need to work on eye contact. A woman’s eyes spoke to him. Heather’s in particular. He’d definitely be adding strip poker to the weeks’ agenda. He’d have her naked and spread-eagled on the floor in six hands tops. Depending on what she was wearing. Which wouldn’t be a whole hell of a lot over the next fourteen days.

  His hand too close to her crotch to resist, he wedged it between her legs and ground his palm onto her clit.

  Her needy whimper turned his dick even harder. If his wayward prick had its way, Pierce would be going all Neanderthal, tossing this beautiful woman over his shoulder, dumping her tight ass in his car—sans clothes—and heading for the house in the woods he owned with her brothers. He’d bet his entire bank account, no small sum, the little snoop didn’t know about their remote rustic little hideaway. Okay, not really little at over one hundred fifty acres and not remotely rustic, but definitely remote, which suited their purpose just fine as it was outfitted for damn near any sexual fantasy the three of them dreamed up.

  “Spread your legs for me.” The instant she did, he stuffed two fingers up inside her.

  “Oh God.” She went up on tiptoes and latched on to his shoulders.

  He reveled in the sting of her nails as they bit into the muscles of his shoulders. “Damn. I knew you’d be all wet,” he rotated his fingers and squeezed the breast he still cupped, “and juicy for me.” He pumped his hand, settling into a rhythm he knew would drive her to the edge and when she got there, he stopped, pulling halfway out.

  “Nooo,” she wailed and ground her hips down, seating herself deeper.

  He pulled all the way out, gave her a stern look and a good crack on the ass.

  “Shit!” She arched forward, damn near poking his eye out with the stiff tip of the breast his hand wasn’t latched on to.

  “Settle.” He added another smack for emphasis.

  Her only response this time a suppressed hiss.

  “Just so you’re not surprised, when we reach our destination tomorrow, wrap your mind around the fact you’re in for a spanking. Partly because you deserve it for all the little missteps you’ve made, but mostly for initiation purposes. So, while I unload the car, you’re to go upstairs to the master bathroom, Do whatever you want to refresh yourself, come back down and sit on the black leather chair beside the fireplace. Naked.”

  She nodded.

  “Any doubts about us, the kind of lifestyle I prefer, this would be the time to state them. If you don’t, I own you, and whatever I ask, you’ll do. Without hesitation or question. Are we clear?”

  Her gaze was steady. “Crystal.”

  “Good. Now where were we?” Her soft moan when he once more filled her wet pussy with his fingers was the exact answer he was looking for.

  Sweet. Hot. Extremely fuckable. And willing to play by his rules.

  What more could a man want?

  An intense pinch to her nipple, a firm stroke of his thumb over her hard little clit, was all it took to have her pussy clamping down on his fingers as an orgasm ripped through her and a soft scream filled the kitchen.

  His fingers still wedged up inside her, she wilted over him, her erratic pants tickling his ear.

  Damn, tomorrow couldn’t get here soon enough.

  The next morning, Heather snuggled back into the soft leather seats of the satin cashmere metallic Lexus LX. The man certainly liked his creature comforts. A top-of-the-line Chevy pickup for work, a Mercedes and now a Lexus SUV. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he had a loyalty issue. But he always went for what he liked, not restricted by any brand name, and he was loyal to the bone…once he committed. It was committing outside the just-friends boundary that was his major problem. One she hoped to rectify in the not too distant future.

  “Comfortable?”

  “How could I not be, surrounded by all this luxury?” She rolled her head to smile over at Pierce, whose free hand was stretched over the center console, the tip of his index finger skimming along the fringed hem of her extremely brief shorts. The shortest she’d been able to find and not risk getting arrested for indecent exposure. If she shifted a couple of inches Pierce’s way…

  His hand clamped down on her thigh. “Don’t even think about it.”

  “What?”

  “You know damn well what, brat. My dick’s been on a hair trigger since I caught sight of you in that piece of scrap you call shorts covering your ass. We don’t have much farther to go and the first time I bury my dick inside you today, so deep you squeal, isn’t going to be in some half-secluded spot on the side of the road.”

  “Spoilsport.” A surge of satisfaction warmed her that she had the ability to make him this impatient.

  “Fine. Have it your way.” He turned on the blinker as they came up on a dirt road off to the left.

  “No.” She latched on to the mahogany wood steering wheel, but not enough to cause the SUV to swerve. “I was just jerking your chain.” She released the wheel.

  He flicked the blinker off and cruised by the narrow tree-lined road. “Thanks for the insight.”

  She squinted. “Insight into what?”

  Momentarily taking his eyes off the road, he shot her a devilish grin. “That you have no aversion to chains.”

  She didn’t bother to respond. As he’d stated previously, he’d read her diary and being chained and at his mercy sexually had been in more than one entry.

  “How much farther to this little cabin in the woods?”

  “A little less than an hour,” he said, apparently not minding the deliberate change in subject.

  That made it a little more than a three-hour drive from Cleveland, since they’d just passed thr
ough Columbus.

  “Why don’t you kick back and take a nap. I’ll wake you when we get there.”

  She looked up through the sunshade covering the open moonroof. It was a beautiful summer day. It’d been a bit chilly when he’d picked her up at the butt crack of dawn, but it was predicted to hit the high 70s by noon.

  “Not really tired. Just mellow.” She executed a slow stretch, more for effect than any real need. Her loose, clingy top rode up to expose a good amount of skin.

  Not disappointing her, Pierce took immediate advantage by steering with his left hand and reaching over to put his right palm over her exposed concave stomach and began rubbing it. She glanced down, loving the contrast between his sun-darkened hand and her paler flesh, the way his large hand nearly covered the entire surface. She moved her gaze up his thick wrist to an even thicker arm and the bulging biceps exposed by his short-sleeved navy T-shirt.

  Damn, but she loved every bunching muscle and tendon in his arms.

  A reminiscent smile claimed her lips. “I used to watch you,” she said, lightly running her fingertips over his arm, much as he had earlier on her thigh.

  He glanced her way.

  “When I was a teenager,” she went on to explain. “Me and a couple of my girlfriends. In the summer, the three of us would sneak out to where you and my brothers were building a house and spy on you. The sun beating down. All that glistening sweat rolling down over all those tanned bulging muscles.”

  His brows shot up. “You watched your brothers?”

  She rolled her eyes at his teasing tone. “Hardly. I left that to my friends.”

  “So, I was the focus of your undivided attention? I’m flattered.”

  Something about the glint in his nearly emerald eyes courtesy of the smoky privacy glass made hers narrow. “You knew, didn’t you?”

  He chuckled. “Honey, any man worth his salt knows when a woman’s eyes are on him. You think we worked that God-awful hard all the time? Once you left, we nearly knocked each other over getting to the water jug. We’d drink our fill, douse ourselves and crumple into an exhausted heap under the nearest tree.”

  “You were putting on a show!”

  “Hell yes. And it damn near killed us.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we didn’t want to disappoint you girls. We remembered what it was like when our own hormones kicked in. Drooling over any girl who swung her butt past us.”

  “We did not drool.”

  “No, but I bet your virginal white panties were good and wet by the time you left.”

  She pinched his forearm.

  “Hey,” he grumbled, but didn’t lift his hand from her stomach.

  “Men are such idiots. And I never swung my butt at anyone.” That earned her a raised eyebrow and more than likely a one-way ticket straight to hell for the whopper she’d just told. But she’d only swung it at him to get his attention and she was glad to know after all these years it’d apparently worked.

  “That’s the thanks I get for nearly dying of sunstroke?”

  “Pity you didn’t.”

  “Really?” He chuckled. “Strong words for a woman who has a diary full of sexual fantasies that include me.” The whole time they spoke, he divided his attention between her and the stretch of road they were traversing. Not a hard task since they were now out in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the occasional field notching a wedge into the thick patches of trees they passed.

  “Speaking of my diary. I’d like it back.”

  “You can have it back.” His hand drifted from her stomach to wedge between her legs. “After you earn it.”

  “Mmmpf.” She opened her legs slightly to give him better access. Call her easy. She’d wear the label proudly where this man was concerned.

  He didn’t linger as she wanted, only long enough to press the thick seam of her jeans shorts against her aching clit, making her even more frustrated.

  Teasing bastard.

  Both hands on the steering wheel now, he slowed to a stop at an intersection in the middle of what appeared to be nothing but untouched land as far as the eye could see and made a right turn.

  A short while later, he took a left down a tree-lined dirt road only a person knowing it was there would see.

  The Lexus glided over the dirt and gravel road as if it were on freshly lain asphalt. Nothing like a luxury car for a smooth ride.

  Heather sat up in her seat when they broke through the trees a good ten minutes later.

  Little cabin in the woods, my ass!

  Chapter Nine

  Pierce transitioned from the dirt and gravel road to a flagstone drive, eased around the koi pond in the center of the circular drive and stopped in front of the house. He glanced at Heather, grinned and reached over to lightly tap the bottom of her chin. “Better close it before we go outside. I have better things to fill that enticing mouth with than flies.”

  She compressed her lips and angled a quick glower his way before returning her wide-eyed stare out the front windshield.

  “What were you expecting, a musty little cabin in the woods?”

  “Something like that,” she murmured. “Certainly not a huge log house surrounded by well-manicured grounds. Not way out here in no-man’s-land. Although,” she looked at him, “I should’ve guessed when you said I should head up to the master bathroom when we got here.”

  “Beautiful and a great memory. My kind of woman.”

  Now that they were here, he felt safe in unleashing some of the restraint he’d been maintaining. He leaned over the console, curved his hand around the back of her neck, brought her lips to his and drove his tongue deep inside her mouth. He indulged himself for a good while before letting her up for air, but didn’t release her immediately. Damn, she was pretty. Not perfect in the airbrushed magazine cover kinda way, but damn near. At least to him. If he weren’t careful—

  Concerned where that thought would lead, he snatched his hand back and opened his door. “Stay there. I’ll come around to get you.”

  He hopped out and made his way to the passenger side of the SUV and helped her down. “Go inside and get ready.” He took the small security remote from his jeans pocket and pointed it to unlock the front door. “We’ll have plenty of time for a grand tour later. At the top of the stairs, turn right, my room’s at the end of that wing.”

  She resisted his attempt to nudge her toward the curved steps.

  “Wing? Let me guess. Three wings. Three master bedrooms.”

  “Like I said. Smart. And five more bedrooms on the first floor for guests.”

  She rolled her eyes. “And here I thought I’d found out all your and my brothers’ decadent little secrets.”

  “Only until we found out our collective privacy had been hacked.”

  “When did you realize I was snooping?”

  “Apparently not soon enough,” he said noncommittally.

  “Hmmm,” she walked off, “I see I have some honing to do.”

  “Not if you want to save that tight ass of yours from a bunch of old-fashioned over-the-knee spankings. Your snooping days are over.”

  Not with so much as a slight hesitation in her stride did she acknowledge the threat as she lightly took the four steps to the double-door entrance, swung it open and disappeared into the house.

  Apparently there were some things his hardheaded brat refused to compromise on.

  Pierce grinned. All the more fun for him.

  He snatched up a small suitcase and his duffle bag and headed for the house.

  The inside of the house nearly took Heather’s breath away. Damn, but she itched to explore every nook and cranny of the no-expenses-spared estate. The place was huge. You could easily pack over a hundred people in here for a party without stepping over a single one. She knew without a doubt Pierce and her brothers had designed the structure as there were telltale signs of their styles everywhere. But who had they commissioned to decorate it? It definitely screamed money, but at the same time w
as elegantly cozy. Whoever the decorator was, she hoped the guys had given the person a nice bonus.

  She toed off her sandals, left them by the door and with feet leaden by curiosity, forced her way to the wide staircase, only hesitating for a quick peek into the airy family room.

  Hard to miss the leather chair by the fireplace he’d mentioned, as it could easily accommodate two comfortably and the fireplace itself composed an entire floor-to-ceiling wall, sandwiched by intricate and very dramatic stained glass forest waterfall scenes. A spectacular light source that afforded privacy. Not that there’d be anyone likely to stroll by and sneak a quick look in, except perhaps a deer or two.

  At the top of the stairs, she went right. The length between the first and second door indicated the rooms were proportionate to the house. A thought confirmed when she stepped into Pierce’s suite.

  “Holy crap!” she whispered into the cavernous area when she spied the bed taking up a hefty amount of floor space. Definitely custom. An easy fit for five, although she doubted sleeping that many people was the primary intent.

  Even knowing she had limited time, she padded over the spotless ultra-plush white carpet to where a single glass door and bank of large tinted windows comprised the entire back wall, revealing a large second-story porch. There was a set of steps off to one side that no doubt descended to the enormous glass-paneled enclosed patio-pool area. A few of the lower door panels around the enclosure were open to reveal screening.

  Actually, lagoon area would be a more appropriate description, complete with a small waterfall at one end and next to it, judging by the steam rising from the water’s surface, an inviting hot tub. Beyond that, just outside the enclosed space, a dirt path lay with nothing but fairly dense woods.