This was torture. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his rock-hard body with my hands. I had to focus so my hands wouldn’t make their way back up to his neck. I felt his mouth on my neck as he moved to my left side. My breath hitched as his fingers found my erect nipple.
“Don’t move, Sydney.”
I was frantic. The sensations he created throughout my body were almost more than I could bear, which I realized with a flash of clarity was his intention.
“Thata girl. I love what I see, Sydney. You’re divine.”
He moved behind me again and I held my breath, full of anticipation. Still in my heels and panties, my desire was thick with need.
“Stand up, Mrs. Andrews.”
I did as I was commanded, my back still to him.
“Turn around.”
I turned slowly, unsteady on my feet. He smiled, that slow, sexy, knowing smile. Leaning down, he took my mouth in his, pulling my hair back gently to gain deeper access. My hands found their way to his neck again as if they’d somehow developed lives of their own.
“Why, Mrs. Andrews, it seems you are unable to listen to directions. Tsk, Tsk. Whatever will I do with you?”
Stepping back, he took my hand and helped me off the chair, then pulled me into the bedroom.
“Lay on the bed, Sydney.”
I obeyed. I kicked off my heels as I went but left my panties on. I liked how I felt in them. Sam disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared a few moments later with handcuffs. My eyes widened.
“If you’re uncomfortable, we won’t use them. Just say the word.”
As much as I wanted to say no, my body responded differently. I had never been handcuffed before, and while my natural instinct protested, I was way beyond my comfort zone and into territory that somehow made me feel more alive than I ever had before.
“I want to,” I said shyly, avoiding his eyes.
“Do you trust me, Sydney?”
“Yes.” I exhaled, my need hungry and rampant.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
Still fully dressed, he climbed on top of me, bringing me to a sitting position. Kissing me gently, he took both my hands and cuffed them in front of me. I inhaled deeply. Laying me back down, he placed my hands over my head.
“Don’t move.”
“Yes, sir.” I smiled wickedly at him.
“That sounds quite lovely coming from your lips, Mrs. Andrews.”
Moving down my body, he kissed me tenderly from the tip of my head all the way down to my toes. I didn’t dare move my hands, even though I wanted to.
“Sam, please…” I moaned, hearing the desperation but beyond caring.
His mouth found my nub, and his teeth clamped down lightly.
“Ahhhh!”
I was building quickly, knowing he would take me to the brink and not let me go all the way over.
“You taste so good on my lips, Mrs. Andrews.”
“Sam,” I cried out. “Please.”
“Not yet.”
He moved his hands back to my breasts, the pinch more intense this time.
“Oh my,” I exclaimed.
“How does that feel?”
“It hurts but feels good.” Looking down, I noticed the small nipple clamps attached to my breasts, wondering vaguely how I hadn’t noticed he’d had them.
“You are a sight to behold right now, Mrs. Andrews.”
He drew his shirt up over his head as he straddled me. My arms were still above my head, and I so desperately wanted to touch his chiseled chest. Leaning down over me, he devoured my mouth with his. My body responded immediately to his kiss. I arched, wanting him deep inside me now.
“So ready, Mrs. Andrews.”
I responded with a low growl. Entangled within the senses of pleasure and pain coursing through me, I begged for sweet release.
“Not yet, Sydney. I’m not through with you yet.”
I groaned. I’d never felt pleasure and pain simultaneously. I was a scorching mix of conflicting emotions. He brushed his mouth down my neck, then brought it slowly back to my breasts. He licked cautiously around the nipple clamps, and I whimpered.
“Incredible,” he declared. “You look fucking beautiful right now, Sydney.”
He climbed between my legs. I was more than ready for him to enter me. I wanted to feel him inside me. I heard the tear of the condom wrapper, which had me pushing my hips toward him. Entering me slowly, he grinned as I moaned with gratification.
“You feel amazing, Sydney.”
The sensations within me had me at a loss for words. He pushed further into me. In and out, slowly. The rhythm had me enthralled. The waves of my climax were building gradually at the bottom of my stomach. Sam pulled out, only to slam mercilessly back into me. Over and over again, he shoved into me as the waves of desire continue to build. He flipped quickly over onto his back, taking me with him.
“I want you to ride me, Sydney.”
I moved my hips slowly back and forth, and he groaned. I felt wanton. Riding him was as if I was in control. The cuffs, however, told a different story, one which left me desperate to please him even as I fought to wring my own pleasure from our joining. Watching the desire in his eyes, I moved further up on my knees, gliding up and down his rock-hard shaft. I was so close to losing all control. Sam reached up, removing my nipple clamps one at a time. I screamed at the sensation that flooded in at their removal. It was so utterly painful, yet I exploded in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I was overcome with emotion and shudders worked their way through my body as Sam came undone. I collapsed on top of him, my nipples sore from the clamps but desperate for the warmth he offered. Wrapping his arms around me, he hugged me tight to his chest.
“You’re intoxicating, Mrs. Andrews,” he whispered in my ear.
I didn’t respond. So wrapped up in the pleasure of what I just experienced, I didn’t want to miss out on the sensations still flowing through me.
“Sydney? Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
Rolling me onto my back, looking me in the eye, he voiced real concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” I gazed up at him. “You didn’t hurt me. I was basking in all the sensations you just had me experience.”
Smiling, he released me from the handcuffs.
“So, you enjoy my proclivities, Mrs. Andrews?”
Smiling shyly, I nodded. “I more than enjoyed them, Mr. Andrews.”
Chapter Thirteen
I woke the next morning wrapped in Sam’s arms. Turning onto my side so I could get a better look at him, I admired him as he slept. I couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever let his walls down and truly let someone in again. It was hard for me to believe that he thought life was better alone than sharing it with another person. I knew his heart had been betrayed and broken by Lena, but we’d all had our hearts broken before. It didn’t mean we should give up on love.
Sam was even more fascinating when he slept. He looked peaceful—angelic, really. The hard line of his jaw was relaxed, and his hair flopped over his eyes, causing him to look younger than his forty-five years. Letting my gaze wander from his face down to his chest—his taut, molded chest that made him look like a GQ model—I floated my fingers lightly over his skin, looking up to see if I woke him. I didn’t, so I continued to let my fingers explore.
Moving down from his chest, I let my fingers glide over his abs. Taking my time, I licked my lips, the power of his body pulling at places deep within me. Adjusting myself, I leaned over and took his half hard cock into my mouth, and he groaned softly. I maneuvered myself between his legs, caressing his balls gently as I continued to glide my mouth up and down his now solid arousal.
“Sydney.” He sighed, the sound one of sheer sensual energy.
Aroused, I licked him from the bottom of his cock to the top, sucking the moisture off the tip and licking my lips at the taste of him.
“Mmmmmmm.” He moaned, the sound
rough with sleep and something deeper.
His moans spurred me on. As I took all of him inside my mouth, his cock hit the back of my throat, and I had to pause so my gag reflex didn’t get the better of me. Getting a hold of myself, I took the bottom of his shaft in my hand, twisting it up and down slowly while continuing to give him pleasure with my mouth. I felt the low pulse in the base of his cock and knew he was close.
“Sydney…”
I knew he was ready to release. Accelerating my motions on his engorged flesh, I felt him throb against my hand. Thrusting deeply into my mouth, he released himself. His hot fluid glided down my throat and I swallowed, wanting to taste him.
“Well, good morning to you, Mrs. Andrews.”
I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Good morning, Mr. Andrews.” I smiled mischievously up at him.
I sat up, straddling him. Leaning over, I kissed him good morning. He grabbed both my ass cheeks, moving me further up his chest.
“Come closer,” he commanded. “I want to taste you.”
He adjusted me so I now straddled his face, completely exposed before him. His tongue flicked my exposed nub lightly.
“Ah,” I murmured, already aroused from my earlier activities and my senses on overdrive. I leant over to grasp the headboard as his tongue continued to caress my nub. When he dipped his tongue between my folds, I groaned loudly. His tongue seemed to possess me, probing, tasting, and taunting me, and I cried out.
“I’m going to come…” I gasped at the power of the climax building within me.
Sam didn’t stop his possession of me, thrusting his tongue in and out as I was overcome with waves of pleasure. I let myself explode in his mouth.
“Mmmmmm, what a wonderful way to wake up, Mrs. Andrews.” He chuckled, moving me to his side. Taking my face in his hands, he leaned down, kissing me tenderly.
“If we don’t get out of this bed right now, we’ll stay here all day, and I have a wonderful day planned for us.”
“Staying in bed sounds pretty wonderful to me.”
“To me as well, but we have people waiting for us. I would hate to disappoint them, and I know how much you love being in the water. You’re not going to want to miss this day of snorkeling.”
“If I must go, then I’ll go.” I feigned an internal struggle.
We had a quick breakfast before setting out on our snorkeling adventure. I was beyond excited. Being on the water was my happy place, so I knew this day would be magical. Sam chartered a boat for the day, the Yennecot, complete with crew. We headed out to Cades Reef.
“Mr. Andrews. Mrs. Andrews. We have a wonderful day planned for you. I’m Shawn, your Captain, and this is Merle and Jodi. The three of us make up your crew for the day. Welcome aboard.”
“Thank you, Shawn. We’re looking forward to an amazing day.”
“You won’t be disappointed, sir. The weather is perfect, so you’ll be able to snorkel on both sides of the reef. It’s like an underwater playground once you get there. You’ll see everything from stingrays to sea turtles and everything in between.”
I squeezed Sam’s hand out of pure exuberance.
“That sounds wonderful, Shawn. My wife is trying to contain her excitement by squeezing all the blood out of my hand.” He squeezed my hand with a broad smile on his face.
Blushing, I voiced my apology. “Sorry. I just can’t believe we get to do this.”
The day was magical. The sky was clear, without a cloud in sight, and the sea glistened aqua-blue, the color I loved. Jodi went over safety instructions with us, stressing the importance of not touching the reef, as it was living, and touch destroyed it. He’d keep an eye out for us from the boat. If we were in trouble or needed anything, we should wave our arms at him and he’d help.
“Ready?” Sam asked as we finished putting on our gear.
“Ready.” I beamed at him.
Holding hands, we jumped into the cool water. Not letting go of my hand, Sam swam toward the reef. We spent the next few hours exploring and pointing out various types of sea life to one another. The happiness I felt was overwhelming. I spotted a sea turtle, both of us exclaiming our excitement as best we could through our snorkels and masks. We followed the turtle around the reef as he glided easily through the water, reminding me of scenes from the movie Finding Nemo. Sam motioned for me to pop up out of the water, so I lifted my head up, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.
“It’s lunch time, Mrs. Andrews. We’ve been out here for two and a half hours. You should eat something.”
“Two and a half hours. It didn’t feel that long. Oh, my God, this is wonderful. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Swimming over to him, I leaned in gently, kissing his wet lips tenderly.
“I mean it. Thank you. This day is magical.”
His gaze lingered on mine for a few moments. His green eyes were even more beautiful when he was wet in the Caribbean Sea.
“I’m glad you’re having fun. Come, let’s swim back to the boat and get you fed. I know how you love food.”
Back on the boat, we were served lunch while deciding on our next stop.
“You have a couple of options, sir. We can head to the other side of the island—there are a few places for good snorkeling, although the current is a little bit stronger there—or we can take a leisurely boat ride around the island, seeing Antigua from this vantage point.”
“Mrs. Andrews? What would you like to do?”
“I’d love to do a little more snorkeling.”
“Snorkeling it is then. Shawn, if you’d take us to wherever you think is best.”
Spending the remainder of the day snorkeling, we enjoyed the beautiful utopia the sea provided. I felt alive for the first time in my life. There I was in a magical Caribbean oasis with my tantalizing ‘husband,’ who had awoken places in me I never knew existed. I wouldn’t let myself think about the reality that awaited me. That would come soon enough. For now, I savored my time with Sam. Yes, my heart would shatter into a million little pieces a year from now, but I knew that going into this commitment. I would deal with those broken pieces when the time came, but right now, I was living in the now for the first time ever.
A few hours later, both of us happily exhausted from our day in the water, we returned to the resort.
“Glass of something, Mrs. Andrews?”
“Yes. I’d actually love something. I was thinking about soaking in that delicious outdoor tub in our bathroom.”
“Why don’t you go hop in? I’ll bring you your wine there.”
“I’d love that.”
The bathtub in the master suite beckoned me. Whoever thought to put a bathtub outside, with a privacy wall, water feature, and blooms of the most enchanting flowers I’d ever seen, was an absolute genius. I filled the tub with warm water, added a eucalyptus and spearmint bath oil, and slid in happily.
“This is heaven.” I smiled to myself, Could the day get any better? With Sam, it could—and probably would, I thought, recalling the desire that flared constantly between us, even doing the most ordinary things.
I relaxed my head against the back of the tub, and my eyelids felt heavy. Letting them close, I focused on the rhythmic sound of the water feature lulling me deeper into relaxation. I never heard him enter the bathroom. He was as quiet as a mouse, but I opened my eyes when I felt his presence standing over me.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself,” he remarked, handing me my glass of wine.
“I am. This is heaven. Thank you. I had an amazing time today. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. It was pure magic.”
“I’m glad you had a good time. I’ll leave you to your bath.”
“You’re welcome to join me,” I whispered.
He raised his left eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “As tempting as the invitation is, Mrs. Andrews, I have to politely decline. I want to call and check on Pop before dinner.”
“Give them both my best.”
“I will.”
Disappointed he didn’t join me, I took a long, slow sip of my wine, letting my head fall back against the edge of the bathtub. I spent the next thirty minutes alone with my wandering thoughts. Sam had been honest with me from the beginning. He’d made it very clear he didn’t believe in happily ever after, and he certainly wouldn’t put himself in a position to have his heart broken again. One time was enough for him. His cousin Marcus marrying the women he once loved was a constant reminder of the betrayal he’d endured.
Even though the events happened so very long ago, my heart still hurt for Sam. Being blindsided by an affair, having walked in on his cousin in the throes of passion with his fiancée, was really more than anyone should have to endure. I knew what I was getting into from the start. I even knew my heart would be involved, too, but didn’t realize how deep my feelings would be. The last thing I had wanted to do was fall in love with Sam Andrews, yet there I was, my heart overflowing with love for him. How did he so easily keep his emotions out of it? Did he really feel nothing for me? He admitted to our chemistry, but was that all there was to it on his end?
“Sydney.”
I opened one eye to see him standing over me again.
“You’re turning into a prune.” He grinned.
“I don’t care. This feels amazing.”
“You have to get ready for dinner. We have reservations in an hour and a half.”
“Can’t we stay here?” I pouted, trying to tempt him, but he simply shook his head.
“No, we’re going out. You’ll love it. Come, let me help you out.”
Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his, and he helped me easily out of the tub. I stepped into the soft, fluffy white towel he held out for me. Wrapping me in the towel, he took my hand, leading me to the shower, where the water was already flowing warm and strong.
“I figured you’d want to shower after your bath.”
“I do. Thank you.”
The shower was enormous. Six rain shower heads cascaded water from the ceiling, while eight smaller jets sprinkled water from two opposite walls. It was as though I stepped under a waterfall as I lifted my face to the ceiling, letting the water flow over me. I sensed him behind me before he touched me. Sam’s presence caused chills to run up my spine, even though I was under warm water. He reached his hands around me from behind, clasping each of my breasts. I groaned instinctually, my response immediate and uninhibited. He pinched my nipples lightly while pressing his hard shaft into my backside. I panted, slick with need, my hunger for him yearning deep within me. He traced his lips to my neck, gliding slowly down lower to my shoulder, then across my back, and up to the other side of my neck. Groaning, I reached back to touch him.
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