by Jenesi Ash
She looked around the attic for inspiration. Her eyes flickered over the support beams over her head. She stopped, looked up, and smiled.
Aidan followed where she was looking. His eyebrows arched. “You have to be kidding.”
“It’ll work,” Jamie said as she tugged the top sheet from her bed. She jumped on the mattress and tossed the bedding over the main support beam. The colorful cotton billowed over the thick wooden beam, and she caught the other side.
She paused and decided to tie the ends into a tight knot right under the beam. The less movement Aidan had, the better. It wasn’t easy to make the knot, but she refused to ask for Aidan’s help.
“Okay, give me your arm,” Jamie said as she pushed the sheet farther down the beam and away from the bed. She jumped off the mattress and faced Aidan.
Aidan silently offered one of his wrists, and she tied one end around it. “Too tight?” she asked brightly.
He tested the bindings with no emotion. “It’s fine.”
Jamie gritted her teeth. She had been wondering if he felt the same excitement roiling through her. She guessed not.
She tied his other arm and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The sheets were short enough to keep his arms up. He held his hands together above his head. If it weren’t for his casual clothing, Aidan would look like an exotic sex slave tied up with veils.
“You forgot to take my shirt off first,” Aidan said.
“Oh, I’m not too worried about that.” She slid her hands along his chest, admiring the sculpted muscles that lay underneath his shirt. “I can still screw you with your clothes on.”
She stood in front of him, toe-to-toe, and placed her hand on the back of his head. She lowered his head, pleased that he didn’t resist, and captured his mouth with hers.
Jamie kissed him ferociously until Aidan tried to take charge of the kiss. It was so typical of him. But didn’t he realize she wouldn’t let him have all the control?
She liked having her sex partner tied up. Jamie felt strong and powerful. She could have her way with him. But she wouldn’t, she decided as she sucked his bottom lip. He had put his trust in her when he knew better. She was touched by his faith in her, and she wouldn’t abuse it.
Jamie slipped her hands under his shirt. He was warm and muscular. She smoothed her palms over him until his nipples hardened under her touch.
She let her fingers get caught in the curly hair on his chest before sliding her hands down his stomach. Jamie had to run her fingertips over his washboard abs. His body was a perfect example of male beauty.
Jamie wanted to see more of him. She quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed the denim and underwear down his powerful thighs. His cock was huge and already erect. She grasped both hands around him and Aidan flinched, groaning deep in his throat.
Jamie would love to get her lips around his cock. Would she be able to deep-throat him? She’d like to try. She considered sucking him off, but why should he get all the pleasure?
Jamie stood up. She slowly removed her tank top, enjoying the fact that she was right next to Aidan and he couldn’t touch her. Her flimsy bra was the next to come off. She brushed her breasts against his chest. He didn’t say a word, but she felt the tension climbing inside him.
She wiggled out of her shorts and undies. When she had stripped off the last of her clothes, she stood proudly in front of him before turning her back. She strolled to her bed and lay down in the center. Parting her legs, she rubbed her hand over her mound.
“What are you doing?” Aidan asked in a gruff voice.
Wasn’t it obvious? “Getting off.”
She saw the bedsheet pull tight and then relaxed. She wondered if he was trying to break free.
“If you didn’t tie me up,” Aidan said, “I could have helped you with that.”
“True, but I know you like to watch.” She smiled at his growling reply. She splayed her legs, wondering if her pussy was as pink and juicy as it felt.
Using her fingers, she spread the folds of her sex. She slid her finger along her puffy slit. She was so wet that she could hear the sound of slippery flesh.
Jamie pinched her nipple with her other hand. She arched her back and groaned as the pleasure zipped through her. Dipping a finger into her pussy, she pumped her finger in deep. She was desperate to find satisfaction.
She heard the ominous creak of wood and glanced up. Her eyes widened when she saw Aidan tugging the sheet along the support beam. His muscles were straining as he put all of his effort in getting closer to bed.
“You’re not supposed to do that,” she said. She watched as he continued to inch his way closer. She hadn’t considered that he would be able to move. This was why she needed to be an expert on bondage before she tried to tie up a dangerously sexy man.
He didn’t respond. His foot touched the mattress and she was scuttling back. He tried to kneel down, but the sheets wouldn’t let him. The most he could do was settle back on his haunches.
“You have me tied up,” Aidan said in a lethally soft voice. “You might as well use me.”
Use him. She liked the sound of that, and she knew that she shouldn’t. But she was willing to take him up on his offer.
Jamie got up on her knees and crawled over to him. He was at her mercy, and they both knew it. She grazed her hands over his thighs before grasping his cock with both hands.
She gripped his length has hard as she could. Jamie watched his jaw tighten as he pulled one hand up, squeezing as she went, over his mushroom head. She gave a little twist of her hand and saw the muscle twitch in his cheek.
Jamie grabbed the root of his cock and let her other hand squeeze up. She did it over and over, sometimes giving his cock a good twist. Aidan felt warm, wet, and rock-hard underneath her hands. Jamie longed to have his cock burrowed deep inside her.
“Let me know if I’m too rough on you,” she said sweetly as she straddled his hips.
He raised his eyebrow and was about to say something when his face went blank. She slowly sank onto him, her body gradually accepting his thick cock. By the time she took every inch of him, sweat dripped from her hot skin as she struggled for her next breath.
She rocked against him and felt them sway. Jamie yelped and held on to him, her fingernails biting in his shoulders. They moved from side to side with each buck and thrust.
Jamie felt Aidan’s muscles flex. She was glad his defined physique was not for show only. Jamie wrapped her legs against him and clung to his shoulders as they rocked back and forth.
She felt like she was on a swing, swirling around and enjoying the ride. Her hair flew in her face; her breasts grazed against his shirt. She couldn’t get enough of this wild ride.
One little move and fireworks crackled under her skin. If they swiveled, pleasure rippled through her pelvis. When he thrust inside her, Jamie bore down on him, gasping as his cock stretched her.
She rode him hard, feeling dizzy and light-headed. She knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. The heat coiling deep in her belly was too much. She wanted it to spring free and shatter.
Jamie rocked from side to side. A jagged bolt of hot pleasure ripped through her.
“Don’t let go,” Aidan said between gasps. “I’ve got you.”
She wouldn’t dare let go. Instead of tossing her arms and legs out and letting the tingling fire scorch out of her, Jamie clung to him like a vine.
She closed her eyes, her body swaying as the bright stars swept through her mind. She couldn’t think or breathe. All she could do was hold on tight.
Maybe she had been too hasty about refusing to be tied up, she decided as she surrendered to the sensations crashing through her. She should give this bondage thing another chance. . . .
TEN
Mia woke up suddenly, her pulse racing as her heart pounded in her ears. Her arms went rigid as she bunched her pillow in her hands. She was hot, and her skin felt too tight for her body.
She looked around her bedroom, wondering wha
t had woken her, but everything was in place. It was quiet, and she gradually realized that the sun was setting. That was odd.
She was still feeling disoriented from her dream. Mia’s mouth curled into a secretive smile. Her fantasy had been wild and scandalous, and so vivid in detail.
Mia had never dreamed about having sex with Caleb before. She’d once heard that fantasizing about another man was common for women. Now she knew why.
But in her dream she did things to Caleb she wouldn’t have done with Aidan. With Caleb, she was the one giving the orders. Shyly at first, but by the end there had been no stopping her.
She hadn’t cared what Caleb thought of her or her voracious needs. Mia kept asking for oral sex when she was lying underneath him or straddling his face and riding his mouth. Her core clenched as she remembered her dream. Caleb had been her fantasy lover, knowing exactly what she wanted.
She had been drunk on power, especially when Caleb had made no demands of his own in her dream. Mia remembered she had made a few requests that were now causing her to blush.
She didn’t know why she had asked Caleb to lick her feet. Mia curled her toes as her feet tingled. She rubbed her thighs together as the sparkling heat coiled up her ankles and legs before it spread through her pussy.
Mia remembered that her imagination had made Caleb very talented with his mouth, especially with his tongue. In her dream, she had reclined naked on the bed and fondled her breasts while Caleb had knelt on the mattress at her feet.
She didn’t know why she had made him lick her feet. Maybe she was testing her boundaries with him. Or perhaps she wanted to see what the fuss was all about with foot worship.
“Kiss my foot,” she had demanded, shocked as the words spilled from her mouth.
If Caleb had been surprised, he hadn’t shown it. He also didn’t drop his gaze dutifully like a submissive would. Mia hadn’t cared about that in her dream. She wanted him to be attentive and enthusiastic. She could tell from the gleam in his brown eyes that he was eager to serve.
Mia hadn’t offered her foot. She wanted complete capitulation from Caleb. She wanted to watch him surrender, step-by-step, until he was groveling to please her. Mia’s skin prickled in shock at how she had acted in her dream.
Caleb had cupped the heel of her foot with his large, rough fingers. Mia had felt a twinge of vulnerability; her foot had seemed fragile in his hand.
His fingertips had grazed her ankle, and then he boldly trailed his hand up her leg. She trembled when Caleb’s scarred fingers brushed the sensitive skin behind her knee. Mia had tried to jerk away from his touch, but Caleb didn’t let her go.
“I told you to lick my foot,” she had said through clenched teeth.
Caleb had responded by pulling sharply at her heel. Mia slid toward him. She grabbed the bedsheets, but it hadn’t stopped her. Caleb had pulled her foot up to his mouth rather than bend down to her level.
Mia’s next command dissolved in her throat as Caleb licked the sole of her foot just as his other hand covered the damp curls between her legs.
She shivered with pleasure at the memory of that dream. He had stroked her mound as he slowly sucked each toe. Her climax had reached a height she hadn’t known existed. She wiggled as she felt the twinges in the folds of her sex.
But that demand wasn’t as taboo as when she had asked Caleb to rim her hole. In her dream he had appeared surprised and called her a naughty girl, but he hadn’t refused her.
Caleb had flipped her over. She had gotten on her hands and knees as he piled the pillows under her hips. Mia hadn’t known what to expect, but it was as if his touch had sent an electric current through her nervous system. She couldn’t get enough of him sweeping his tongue over her rosebud, but at the same time, it was almost too much. Her orgasm had been like nothing she had ever experienced.
Mia rubbed her eyes and sat up in her bed. She looked at her alarm clock, surprised that it was Thursday evening. She looked around and her heart stopped when she saw Caleb naked and asleep in her bed.
Mia’s mouth fell open. Fragments of the day bombarded her memory. The way she’d held Jamie down on the kitchen table. The agreement to swap sex partners. Aidan giving instructions while she had sex with Caleb.
Oh, my God. It wasn’t a dream. She had really done all those things with Caleb! Mia’s skin burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe the way she’d ordered him around, the things she’d made him do.
Mia covered her face with her hands. What was he going to think of her? Why didn’t he stop her before she went too far?
She had been out of control and that was her greatest fear. This was why she needed to be tied up when she had sex. And from now on, she would need a gag so she didn’t make shocking requests.
She jumped when she heard a noise in the kitchen. Mia crawled out of the bed, willing to take any excuse to put some distance between her and Caleb. She pulled on a short cotton nightgown that barely reached her thighs. Padding barefoot, she entered the kitchen and found Jamie making sandwiches.
Jamie looked like a woman who had had a wild night. She wore nothing but a tank top and panties, and her hair was a tousled, tangled mess. Her full lips were swollen, and she had whisker burn on her chin.
Mia glanced at Jamie’s wrists, wondering if she had red marks from the binding. She frowned when she noticed Jamie’s skin was unmarked. That couldn’t be right. Jamie would never have lain still while bound. And even if she tried, it wouldn’t have worked. Aidan was a vigorous lover.
“Hey, Jamie,” Mia said as she stepped into the kitchen. She noticed her voice sounded rough and tired. “How’s it going?”
Jamie looked up from preparing the sandwiches and smiled. “Great. How about you?”
“Uh, great.” Great? Jamie found being tied up great? Mia never would have thought of it.
“So tell me”—Jamie said as she spread mustard on the slices of bread—“what do you think of Caleb? Everything you dreamed of, right?”
Mia blushed. “Yeah, he really is a fantasy lover.”
“Told you,” Jamie said as she layered the meat and vegetables onto the sandwiches.
“It’s as if he instinctively knows what you want,” Mia continued, resting her hip against the counter.
Jamie stopped what she was doing as she considered Mia’s insight. “I never thought of it that way, but you’re right.”
“You’re lucky to have him.”
Jamie frowned and slapped slices of bread on top of the sandwiches. “He’s not mine.”
“He would be if you just said the word.” Caleb obviously adored Jamie. Mia didn’t understand why her friend was pushing him away.
“I don’t want anything or anyone holding me back,” Jamie said irritably. “It’s time for me to travel light and see what the world has to offer me.”
“I know, but—”
“Well”—Jamie grabbed the plate of sandwiches and headed for the door—“I better get back before Aidan thinks I’m breaking my promise. It’s my turn to get tied up.”
Mia grabbed her friend’s arm. “Wait. Your turn?” She blinked and stared at Jamie. “You tied Aidan up?”
“Yeah, it was fun.” She waggled her eyebrows as a wicked gleam entered her eyes.
Mia heard the words, but she couldn’t comprehend them. Jamie tied Aidan down. She hadn’t thought that would happen in a million years. Jamie must have been extremely cunning to pull off that trick.
“How the hell did you tie him up?”
“Easy,” Jamie said with a shrug. “He let me.”
Mia’s mouth sagged open. She tried to picture Aidan spread-eagle and bound on Jamie’s bed, but she couldn’t. He would have torn off the bindings and tackled Jamie. Now that Mia could imagine easily.
Jamie had tied Aidan down. The words buzzed around Mia’s head. She wanted to know everything. “How’d he take it?”
“He was scowling at first,” Jamie admitted, “but he got into it.”
“Really?�
� Mia doubted that. Aidan would have done anything to get it over and done with. That was, if he hadn’t been hatching an escape plan.
“It might take all of my persuasive skills to convince him to do it again, though,” Jamie said as she headed toward the stairs. “But it’s my turn.”
Now that sounded like Aidan. He would volunteer first, so if Jamie had abused her power, he would have a chance at retribution. “Karma is going to bite you in the ass.”
Jamie paused. “Any advice?”
Where did Mia start? Aidan was going to punish Jamie for any infraction. He would deprive Jamie of pleasure until she had earned it. By the end of the night, Jamie would learn the meaning of patience. “Be on your best behavior.”
Jamie gave a crack of laughter. “I’m screwed.”
Mia watched Jamie close the door and heard the stairs creaking. Jamie had tied Aidan down. Mia still couldn’t believe it, but why would her best friend lie to her?
She continued to stare at the door. The world had gone topsy-turvy, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. Aidan was being tied down, and she was giving out sexual commands that shocked her to the core.
Now if only she had the same kind of sexual power Jamie possessed. Mia would also need her friend’s ability to make the most of it. What was the point of having that kind of power if she was afraid to use it?
Well, she had gone crazy with power when it came to Caleb, Mia realized as she put away the food that Jamie had left out. Now if only she could not be shy about using that power. That was the real trick. She needed to go for it and not worry whether she could face Caleb the next day.
It was time to test her sexual power. She could go as far as she wanted with Caleb. He had proven that he was willing to let her do anything to him. And right now she wanted a man, naked and bound, underneath her.
She strode back to the bedroom and noticed Caleb hadn’t moved since she left. She turned on the light, and he didn’t stir. Mia walked to her chest and pulled open the bottom drawer. She looked at the selection of cuffs, chains, and straps. Gnawing her lip, she grabbed thick cuffs to use on Caleb’s wrists and ankles.
