But whatever this was, this “take it and coat it, or cut it” or whatever it was, did not sound like his idea of a good time.
Still, he held his peace as she began to wrap a portion of the rope around the top of his chest, looped something through his wrist restraints, and then began repeating the wrapping on the bottom of his chest, just above where his rib cage ended. He was not going to be accused of wimping out in the middle of their game, but shit, she was going to owe him one. Owe him a big one.
The thought actually made him grin as he imagined getting Summer to indulge his love for sex with a little danger of being discovered. Maybe she would finally consent to let him sneak into the dressing room with her and fuck her while other women tried on clothes all around them. Or join him in the ocean when they went to San Diego next summer. God, he’d love to be inside of her, slowly thrusting in and out, making her come while people swam through the waves around them, completely unaware.
Summer had told him he was a sick fuck on more than one occasion for wanting to get busy in public. But after this Lady Tigerlily incident, his sick little cookie had absolutely no room to talk.
“There, you’re finished,” she said, standing back to survey her work. Aidan felt a little like a hog-tied calf at the rodeo, but she’d done an excellent job of tying the knots. They didn’t chafe or burn, only held him firmly in the position she had chosen.
And though he hated to admit it, the position was more than a little erotically stimulating. With his arms tied behind him and his chest bound, he was suddenly even more hyper-aware of his body below the waist. Whether it was the pressure of the bonds or simply the knowledge that he would only be able to move certain parts of his body, he couldn’t’ say. But he could say, without a doubt, that his cock had now reached some sort of breaking point.
The head of his dick wept, trailing clear fluid down the side of his shaft. He’d never seen his body do anything like that, but then he’d never wanted to come this badly or been brought to the edge so many times without release.
“Now, let’s get you comfortable,” Summer said as she began gathering a few of the larger pillows from the floor and piling them onto the bed behind him.
Comfortable? Was she fucking kidding him?
He would never be comfortable until she let him come, no matter how many pillows she arranged. Please, god, let her decide to put him out of his misery soon. It was hell watching her move around him freely, naked, with those boots reaching nearly up to her pussy and not being able to tackle her and roll her beneath him. He could still smell her arousal in the air, could sneak glimpses of her damp cunt as she bent over and gathered the pillows. Combined with the bonds and the pulsing music filling the room, he was pretty sure he would lose his mind in the next few minutes unless she decided to offer him some much needed relief.
“Lay back,” she directed, pushing on his chest.
Aidan shifted his knees to one side and did as she asked, settling back onto the pillows. He wasn’t up to resisting anymore, was willing to do anything she said, be anything she needed him to be, if she would only fuck him, grant him entrance to the paradise of her body.
“You’ve done so well, better than I expected,” she said as she stood above him, boots planted on the bed at either side of his hips.
Her position afforded him a clear view of her pussy, her lips still rosy and plump, engorged with her desire. A strangled sound burst from his throat and he knew he was looking at her cunt like a man lost in the desert whose first glass of water in days was being held just out of his reach.
For some reason he couldn’t begin to fathom, the sound seemed to please her immensely, so immensely that tears came to her eyes.
“I love you so much, so fucking much,” she whispered as she bent her knees and lowered her body on top of his. With infinite tenderness, she took his throbbing, wounded cock in her soft little hands and guided him into her pussy.
Then she braced her hands on his chest and started to ride him, hard and fast, slamming down onto his cock with complete abandon. Animal sounds filled the room as Aidan met her thrust for thrust, bucking up into her tight sheath with nothing resembling gentleness. They were beyond that now, fucking with a wild rhythm that had her breasts bouncing, hair flying wildly around her body as she took the full force of his need between her legs.
Faster and faster, he pounded in and out of her slick heat until he felt her squeeze him with her thighs. She threw her head back and screamed, a flush staining her breasts as she started to come. Her pussy gripped him like a fist and Aidan roared as his own orgasm crashed over him with breath-stealing power.
“Summer!” He called her name and squeezed his eyes shut against the horrible pleasure. His balls were still bruised-feeling, throbbing and heavy between his legs, but god it felt so good, so fucking good to come inside her. His cock jerked powerfully inside her sheath as cum pulsed from his body in sharp jets.
He arched his back until his hips lifted off the mattress, carrying Summer into the air as the final fierce waves of pleasure seemed to wring his very soul from his body. Aidan’s vision blurred, the music faded into the distance and he felt for a moment completely at peace, liberated by passion in a way he had never in his wildest dreams thought possible.
Slowly, he felt his spirit settle back into his body, like sand sifting down through water. He felt so warm and safe. Still a bit raw, but incredibly content, profoundly sated, the level of satisfaction as intense as his desire had been only minutes before.
“Aidan, baby? Aidan?” Summer’s voice came to him as if through a wall of cotton. He could feel her fingertips feathering across his jaw, but he just couldn’t seem to open his eyes. He didn’t want to leave this fuzzy, gray place where he floated, adrift in complete sexual, sensual contentment.
“Aidan? Please, open your eyes. You’re scaring me.”
He lay still, struggling not to smile, not to move a muscle on his face. It might be the devil in him, but he was enjoying her anxiety. She might have given him one of the best orgasms of his life, but she had certainly made him suffer for it first.
“Aidan! Aidan, please, answer me!” she shouted, seconds before the side of his face began to burn from the force of her hand landing on his relaxed flesh.
“Ouch,” he said, opening his eyes and wishing he could rub his cheek. “What the hell did you slap me for?”
“I thought you might have had a heart attack or something, you jerk,” she said, slapping him again, this time on his roped chest.
“And that’s how you show your concern for my poor, failing heart? Remind me never to keel over when you’re around, woman.”
“You did that on purpose.”
“I did, but you deserved it.”
“You scared me half to death.”
“You sexed me half to death,” he said with a grin, then sobered as he saw uncertainty tighten her features. “I loved it, babe. You were amazing. You made me come so hard I think I had an out of body experience.”
“Really?” she asked, her smile timid, shy, the complete opposite of the character she had been playing.
“Really,” he said, wondering if it was possible for him to love her anymore than he did at this moment. “I can’t wait for another five years with you.”
“Me either. I love you, Aidan, so much.”
“So…you want to untie me, maybe go get a bite to eat?”
“You want to get a bite to eat? When we still have all these hours of uninterrupted fucking stretched out in front of us?” she asked, raising a dubious eyebrow as she slid off his softening shaft and rolled onto the bed beside him.
“A man’s got to eat,” he said, trying to shrug but unable to move those particular muscles while he was still trussed up like a Christmas turkey. The evening had been amazing so far, but he was a little hungry, past ready to be set free of this crazy set of knots, and not at all sure he was up to having more sex tonight.
God help him, Aidan never thought he’d be
a one hit wonder type of guy, was usually up for at least two or three sessions a night, but right now he felt completely spent. She had really sexed the sex out of him, or at least the ability to get erect anytime in the near future.
“That’s true. A man does have to eat, so does a woman for that matter.”
“Summer, what are you doing? Where are you going?” he asked, trying to keep the slight note of panic out of his voice. He didn’t like the sound of what she’d said or that particular look in her eye as she rolled off the bed.
“I’m just trying to fulfill your wishes,” she said, a teasing note in her voice.
“I don’t have any wishes,” Aidan grumbled, ready to order her to untie him when she suddenly appeared in front of him again with a bowl of fresh cut fruit in her hands. Shit, he was a suspicious jerk. She had just been getting him a snack from the fridge.
“So, you’re going to…hand feed me?” he asked as she crawled back onto the bed. “Or do I get to be untied and feed myself?”
“Neither answer A nor answer B,” she said, propping a few pillows onto the opposite side of the futon and then lying back.
“Okay, then what’s answer…”
He couldn’t for the life of him remember what he was going to say. All he could do was watch, open-mouthed as Summer spread her legs wide and plucked a strawberry from the bowl. She took the fruit to her mouth and swept her small, pink tongue across it once, twice, then trailed it down the front of her body, down to where her clit still poked proudly out of her slick folds.
“The cold feels so nice, doesn’t it?” she asked as she softly rubbed her clit with little circular movements of the berry. Her lips parted and her nipples tightened and when she let a little moan escape from her throat, Aidan felt his cock, incredibly, start to thicken.
“What have you done to me?” he asked, his erection getting still longer and harder as she dropped the fruit a little lower and pressed it inside her pussy. Her breath hissed in through her teeth as she penetrated herself and Aidan’s mouth began to water.
“No, honey, the question is, what are you going to do to me?”
Seconds later, Aidan was on his stomach, between her legs, feasting on what was, without a doubt, the fucking tastiest strawberry he’d ever eaten. Summer writhed above him, already ready with a piece of pineapple and his cock was so hard it was as if his first orgasm had been nothing more than a beautiful dream.
“Roll over, Aidan, I want to see what you taste like with a raspberry smeared on the head of your cock.” She moaned as he cheerfully obeyed.
Who knew abandoning control could be so very pleasurable? But then, if every bondage experience ended in a sixty-nine session with the love of his life, Aidan figured he could get into the scene in a big way. A really big way.
“I’m going to come, babe. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Come, I want to swallow you,” she panted before her lips closed around him once again and she sucked him so deep into her throat he was nearly fully encased in her heat.
Aidan cried out as he found his release, spending himself between her lips, his ecstasy complete when she bucked into his mouth, pressing her clit against his teeth and joining him on the edge of bliss.
Chapter Five
Summer’s eyes flew open and she bolted into a seated position, swiping one hand across her damp cheek. She’d been drooling, dead asleep and drooling on Aidan’s still-roped chest.
“Ouch.” She winced. It hurt to even touch the skin on that side of her face.
Hemp rope—good for tying up your lover, bad for using as a pillow. Of course, she never would have believed she would be able to go to asleep. She’d only fallen on Aidan’s chest to rest, to take a few deep breaths to recover from her fourth or fifth orgasm of the night. Or maybe it was the sixth, after a certain point she had lost track.
Summer smiled and indulged in a long, luxurious stretch. It had been too long since she lost track of how many times she’d come, way too long. But she and Aidan had made up for a lot of lost time tonight. He’d been amazing, letting her take the lead completely for the first time in their eight-year relationship. There had been a lot of buildup to this night in her mind, a lot of anticipation, but it had been even better than she had imagined, so good she wouldn’t believe their lovemaking had been real if he weren’t still lying beside her, fully tied.
Her heart did a little flip as she drank him in. He looked so peaceful lying there, lips slightly parted and face completely relaxed, but she doubted his position could be that comfortable. He’d been tied for several hours and no matter how well made the knots, his arms were probably starting to go to sleep.
“Aidan, wake—”
A shuffling sound from the other room made Summer’s words die on her lips and a prickle of unease run down her spine. She’d never been in the studio when it was so quiet and all buildings made settling noises, but that didn’t sounded like any groaning wood she’d ever heard. It sounded like footsteps, the footsteps of someone who was trying to be quiet, but not quite succeeding.
Summer took a deep breath and held it, straining to hear better, to block out the drone of the ice machine and refrigerator, to ignore the faint sounds of traffic that drifted in from the highway nearby. She closed her eyes and counted, promising herself she’d wake Aidan and whisper her suspicions into his ear if she heard another sound in the next ten seconds.
One, two, three, four, five, six—
Shit, there it was again. This time, there was no doubt she was hearing footsteps. The shuffling had been accompanied by the dull click of a heel on the hardwood floor of the main studio room. Next came a hissing sound that reminded her of the way her mother shushed her and Aidan every time they let a cuss word slip at the house.
Somebody was shushing someone else in her studio. That meant not one intruder, but two. At least two and maybe more.
“Aidan, wake up, wake up,” she hissed into his ear, doing her best to roll him over onto his side using brute strength. She had to get him untied and in possession of his weapon. Not to mention it might be nice for them both to have some clothes on in case this wasn’t an intruder but one of her employees.
If Robbie were using his key to sneak into Ink Me after hours, she was going to have his head on a platter. He’d asked twice if it would be okay to crash on the futon on nights when he had to work his second job early in the a.m., but she’d said no both times. She liked Robbie, but she’d learned the hard way that you couldn’t give an inch with your staff or they’d take a mile. Besides, she paid him enough that he could get his own apartment in town. He didn’t have to keep living with his brother somewhere out in the middle of the goddamn desert.
“Aidan, wake up!” she hissed again. He was too heavy for her to move without his cooperation and she couldn’t reach the knots unless he rolled over.
“What’s up?” he asked in a full-volume, rather sleepy, voice. God, the man had been a cop, couldn’t he take a hint with the whispering? At least he responded to her urging and rolled onto his side without asking any questions.
“There’s someone in the studio, I heard footsteps,” she said, starting to tug at the knots that bound him.
“Are you sure?” he asked in a quiet voice, his eyes immediately sharp and alert.
“Pretty damn sure,” she said, getting a little frantic as the rope refused to give.
Damn it, they were certainly a lot harder to untie than they had been to knot up in the first place. Her stupid, fake, fuck-me nails didn’t help anything either. Summer vowed to get the things removed tomorrow. They’d already served their purpose and as a person who made a living with her hands, she really couldn’t afford to have her motor skills impaired.
“Forget the knots, go get my gun.”
“No way, I’m not leaving you tied up and I’d probably just—”
“Summer, go get the goddamn gun. We might not have time to—”
“There! I got the first one, now just let me—”
Just then, the door to the staff room swung open. Summer screamed before she even had time to look to see who was there, she couldn’t seem to help herself. If it was Robbie, he’d just caught her and Aidan, naked, playing kinky with Shibari rope, and she would die of shame. If it was an intruder, he or she had just caught her and Aidan, naked, playing kinky with Shibari rope, and they probably wanted to empty the safe or steal all her tools or something worse and she and Aidan might really die of things more painful than shame.
Either way, the situation at the moment was not looking very good.
“Well, well. Kelly, honey, looks like we’ve got company.”
“Jake, I’m sorry, I didn’t think she’d be here, I didn’t—”
“You never think, but don’t you worry. These two don’t look like they’ll be hard to handle. Hell, one of them’s already tied up and ready to go.” The man’s voice was deeper than anything Summer had ever heard in real life. He sounded like one of those movie announcers who specialize in horror previews and looked scary enough to be the wielder of a chainsaw in some massacre film.
He wasn’t particularly tall, or bulky, or physically imposing, but what he lacked in size he more than made up for in pure menace. His dark, greasy black hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, clearing revealing his ruined face. Or partially ruined face. One side of Jake was fairly average-looking, thirty-something, hard-living biker dude, the other side was a mass of scar tissue. It looked as if something acidic had eaten away at the skin, leaving only ripples of ruined flesh behind. The area around his right eye was particularly hard hit, the sagging tissue revealing far more of a living person’s eye socket than Summer ever wanted to see. Or a dead person’s eye socket for that matter.
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