by Jenesi Ash
She crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips. Shaking Caleb’s bare shoulder, Mia felt a bit guilty for waking him up. The guy needed his sleep, but she only had four days to go after her fantasies.
“Caleb?” she asked softly.
He blinked open his eyes and gave her a soft smile. “Yeah, Naughty Girl?”
She blushed at the nickname, knowing she earned it. “I want to tie you up.”
He yawned. “Okay.”
Hmm . . . That was all he had to say? Not exactly the response she had expected. Trepidation, maybe. Possibly eagerness.
She felt his gaze on her as she stretched his arm out. He didn’t resist as she expertly bound his wrist and attached the chain to the bedpost. Caleb gave an experimental tug to the cuff as she tied down his other wrist.
“These are heavy-duty.”
That was why she used them. Everyone thought she was all about flowers and pastels, but there was something very erotic about the scent of leather and the metallic sound of chains. She loved how they looked on her.
“Did you expect pink Velcro ones?” she asked as she bound his other wrist.
“Something like that.”
She placed her hands on either side of Caleb’s head and leaned down, kissing his lips softly. She took her time exploring the shape and taste of his mouth. As he raised his head to deepen the kiss, Mia pulled away, well out of his reach.
She saw frustration flicker in Caleb’s eyes. She knew how he felt. Soon his longing would blend with his arousal, giving his emotions a sharp edge. Then everything he felt would be more intense than he expected.
“Have you been tied up before?” she asked as she caressed his arms and shoulders. She glided her fingernails against his nipples and watched him flinch.
“Yeah.” His tone seemed to say, Hasn’t everyone?
“Both your wrists and ankles?”
He tilted his head and studied her expression. “You want to tie up my ankles?”
She did. She wanted to make him completely immobile. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
He shrugged, and the metal chains on the bedposts jingled. “Go for it.”
He was too relaxed, too cavalier about it. Whenever Aidan bound her, she was so excited that she could barely breathe. But then, she could always predict what Aidan would do. She trusted her boyfriend, but he knew how to tease and torment her before giving her pleasure.
Caleb seemed to know exactly what was in store for him. Was she that predictable? Didn’t he worry that she might abuse her power? Or that she would deny him pleasure? For all he knew, she might walk out of the room and leave him there.
But she wouldn’t. And somehow Caleb knew it. He knew her plan was to treat his body as a sensual feast. The way he could read her was unsettling.
She grabbed a cuff and wrapped it tightly around his ankle before chaining it to the post. Testing that it wasn’t too tight, she worked on the other leg. When she was done, Mia crawled between his legs.
Caleb looked like a captive warrior. The cuffs emphasized his lean, muscular arms and legs. Rather than seeming weak and defeated, Caleb looked more like a barely leashed animal. Mia’s body responded to the primitive sight before her.
She kissed Caleb’s leg, tasting his skin. She nibbled and bit a trail along his thigh, but he didn’t move. Mia didn’t like that. She wanted to make him go wild. Then she would see the full extent of her power.
It was time to tease him. She kissed a circle around the root of his cock. When she inhaled his scent, it was tempting to lick him. She almost caved in, but held back at the last moment.
Mia blew a gust of air against his heavy balls. She saw him tense, but that was it. What did it take to torture this guy?
She needed to tease him with more than her mouth. Mia placed her fingertips on his inner thighs and gently massaged him. She rubbed her hands in a circular pattern, moving toward his cock. When she almost met her destination, she lifted her hands and returned them to the original spot on his inner thighs and started all over again.
She heard the clink of the metal and smiled. No matter how cool he tried to play it, the chains would give him away.
When her hair accidentally brushed his cock, he flinched. The sound of metal against wood screeched in the air. Hmm . . . He wasn’t as casual and unaffected as he was pretending.
She moved on to kiss his stomach. Reaching up, she captured his nipples between her fingers. She pinched and tweaked them, enjoying how Caleb squirmed. Mia smiled at the sound of the clatter of chains, and she felt the tensing of his body.
It was a nice change of pace to have a naked, willing man underneath her. She should enjoy this moment and make the most of it. But she wasn’t sure if she liked this position.
She liked being cocooned by her bed and lover. As wild as she wanted to be, she needed an anchor, or she was afraid that she would shatter and no one could put her back together again. That was one thing Caleb couldn’t provide for her.
Mia also liked having everything taken care of for her. She wanted someone else to make the decisions. It was blissful when her mind went blank as she rode the sensations and emotions storming her.
Now her mind was crowded with indecision. She realized she didn’t like to be in charge. It wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be.
Okay, don’t give up yet. It’s simply something new. Give it a try.
She sat back on her knees. Caleb was breathing hard, the tension shimmering off him. She wanted to send him over the edge.
Mia reached for his cock. Grasping his length with both hands, she pumped him hard. The friction made her palms hot, but she didn’t stop. She enjoyed watching Caleb’s mouth sag open, his eyes squeezed shut, as the extreme pleasure ripped through him.
Mia wanted to taste him. She lowered herself between Caleb’s legs and took the weeping crown of his cock between her lips. He tasted good. Different from Aidan. Not better, not worse. Just different.
She gave short, quick licks around his cock, watching how he reacted. He liked it when she licked the underside of his cock. He hissed between his teeth when she licked his balls. When she drew him deep in her mouth, his groan was loud and long.
“Take off your nightgown,” Caleb said in a raspy voice. “I want to see you naked.”
She was willing to honor this request. Mia wrenched her nightgown off her body, before arching her spine and tossing her hair back. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed showing off her curves.
Mia knew her breasts were small and her hips were without curves, but the way Caleb looked at her made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The sexiest, she amended, as she saw his eyes darken with arousal.
“I want to taste those nipples,” he confessed in a hoarse whisper.
Her nipples stung at his words. She wanted to fulfill his wish. Mia slowly crawled up his lean, wiry body and placed her hands on either side of his head. She dipped her spine until the tip of her breast hovered above his mouth.
Caleb darted his tongue to lick her hard nipple. The simple, delicate touch sizzled through her. She gasped and moved away instinctively.
“More,” Caleb urged. “Give me more.”
She lowered herself again; this time Caleb caught her nipple between his lips and urgently suckled her. She groaned as the pleasure whipped through her.
Mia teased him with her breasts. Dangling the possibility for more only to rip them away. She pressed her breasts together and rubbed her nipples against his lips, moving quickly before he could get her.
“Ride my cock.”
She immediately obeyed. She didn’t care if he wasn’t supposed to be in charge. It was what she wanted, too. Her core was hot, swollen, and clenching for his cock.
She gripped it with both hands and slowly lowered herself onto him. Her flesh clung to him, drawing him in deeper. Clenching her teeth, she rotated her hips until she could get all of him inside her.
“Ride me hard,” Caleb said in a gasp.
She bucked and swiveled her hips, watching Caleb toss his head from side to side. His hands clenched into fists, and he couldn’t stay still. Mia was tempted to let him free so he could grab her and toss her down onto the bed. The thought alone sent a ripple through her pelvis.
Caleb’s hips vaulted off the bed as the sounds of the chain screeched in the air. He thrashed against his bindings, his muscles bulging. No matter how much he tossed and pulled, he wasn’t going to get free.
He didn’t give up. He fought the chains with all his might, and Mia knew his captivity was feeding his lust. The consuming desire was building inside him until it would burst. Caleb squeezed his eyes shut and roared as he came.
Mia rode him hard, enthralled by his savage beauty. He kept pumping into her, and she was desperate for her release. She wanted to feel the intensity Caleb had experienced.
She rode him harder, faster until she was dizzy. There was a roaring in her ears as her breath caught in her throat. Her muscles shook as the urgent desire coiled deep in her belly.
But nothing happened, and she knew it wouldn’t. She couldn’t find the release she so desperately needed. Not like this. She liked having the power to tie a man down, but it wasn’t her fantasy.
Mia slowed her pace until she eventually stopped riding his cock. She looked down at him with regret. “I’m sorry, Caleb. This isn’t working for me.”
Caleb looked bewildered by her admission. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.” Why couldn’t she find the same satisfaction no matter who was tied up?
She heard his hiss when she withdrew from him. “You can tell me,” he said.
She knew that. Caleb wouldn’t judge her, which was probably why she had gone wild with him.
She got off him and immediately removed the cuff from one of his wrists. “I like being tied up, but I wanted to try something different.”
“There must have been a reason why you picked this,” Caleb said as he worked the other handcuff with his free hand.
“It was important to me to see how it felt on the other side,” Mia told him as she freed his ankles.
Caleb sat up. “And how did it feel?”
“Strange.” She didn’t hate it, but it didn’t give her the same hot, addictive buzz as when she was the one tied up.
“You don’t want to be in charge.”
“It’s true.” She tossed the cuffs onto the overstuffed chair and looked at Caleb. “Kind of embarrassing, if you think about it. Men think it’s hot when the women take over in bed.”
“Men also like pursuing women.”
“Yeah.” And thank God for that. Women like Jamie got off going after any man they wanted, but Mia wanted to be seduced. She looked away, knowing that her fantasies weren’t politically correct.
“Do you want to be hunted?”
Her stomach did a funny flip as she blushed. It was a struggle to look at his face. She found Caleb watching her, his expression fierce.
She swallowed hard. “Yes.”
Caleb didn’t say anything. He surveyed the room before looking out the bedroom door. Mia was fascinated by the change that came over him. In his eyes there was a predatory gleam that took her breath away.
“Are all the lights off in the house?” he asked.
She frowned at the question. “Yes. Why?”
“Because I’m going to hunt you.”
Mia tensed, her muscles locking as heat washed over her. Her nipples immediately tightened, and excitement twisted around her chest. She was already wet as Caleb reached for the lamp next to the bed and turned it off, plunging them into darkness.
Her gaze darted from side to side, but she couldn’t see a thing. The air-conditioned temperature suddenly felt very cold. She listened intently, but she didn’t hear Caleb move. The only thing she heard was her heartbeat.
“Mia?” Caleb said softly.
She took a deep breath. “Yes?”
“Run.”
ELEVEN
Mia bolted from the bed, her feet hitting the rug. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her blood raced through her veins. She wasn’t afraid. She was excited more than she could remember.
Unable to see, Mia reached her hands out in front of her, feeling her way. The door should have been in front of her, but her hands touched nothing. She spread her arms out, and her hands slapped the wall.
She snatched back her hand. Now Caleb knew where she was. She tilted her head and heard him leaping off the bed.
Mia swung her hands in front of her and found the doorway. She plunged straight ahead, hoping her bare feet wouldn’t echo in the small hallway. She passed the bathroom and ran headlong, not sure where she should hide.
She stubbed her toe when the wooden floor gave way to cold tile. Mia hopped and muffled a yelp. At least she knew she was now in the mudroom.
She heard Caleb’s footsteps, and it was clear he was gaining on her. She didn’t want to be caught right away. She wanted him to chase her until she had nowhere else to go.
Knowing she couldn’t pause, Mia took a sharp left and went into the kitchen. There was no moonlight filtering through the lace curtains. No shadows or even a faint gleam on metal. She couldn’t see anything.
How far was she going to get in this darkness? She reached out and her fingers brushed against something wooden. The table? A chair?
She tried to remember where everything was in the kitchen. There had to be a good, quick hiding place, but all she could think of was the kitchen table. If she tried to crawl under the table, she would knock into something.
Mia stepped back and felt the built-in wooden cabinets behind her. She remembered there was wall space between the cabinets and the refrigerator. There should be enough room for her to hide in that small gap.
She took sidesteps toward the refrigerator just as she heard Caleb enter the kitchen. The quiet room suddenly pulsed to life.
She stopped moving when every instinct told her to run. But, more than anything, she wanted to get caught. She was wet just thinking about it.
She heard his harsh breath. He was getting as excited as she was. She tried to calm her own breathing so as not to give herself away. She took another step, her heart in her throat. She hoped she wasn’t making any noise.
Caleb paused. The tension in the room was unbearable. Her nipples tightened as she wondered what he was doing. Was he squinting in the darkness, looking for any sign of movement? Listening for the sound of her breathing? Or were his arms spread out, his fingers almost touching her?
The possibility made her shiver. She held her breath as he remained there. It seemed like it was minutes, but it was probably just a few seconds before he moved forward and bumped into the chair.
The sound of the chair skittering across the tile was loud to her ears. She pressed herself against the built-in cabinets as she heard Caleb move forward. He was so close she could feel the air move between them.
Mia listened to his feet hitting the tile as he made his away across the room to reach the dining room. She inched closer and closer to the wall. She reached out and touched something cold and smooth.
She jumped back, unsure where she was. She heard something metallic sliding along the wall. She tried to reach out and stop, whatever it was, but it clattered on the floor.
Oh, damn. Mia winced. She had forgotten about the broom.
She had to get away from that area, but which way should she go? She looked in the direction of the mudroom. She wouldn’t get there fast enough. If she made a run for it, he would hear her.
She heard Caleb’s steps coming closer to investigate. Her only choice was to stay in the corner.
Just as she pressed her back against the wall, the rough texture prickling her skin, she felt Caleb’s presence. He’d moved faster than she’d expected.
The sound of his breathing was right next to her. She pressed all the way back, knowing that it was a matter of seconds before the game was up. But she wasn’t going to make it easy for hi
m. She wanted him to work for his prize. Mia grew warm thinking about how he’d celebrate his victory.
His fingers brushed against her hair, and then she felt nothing. She remained perfectly still as Caleb moved his hand back and brushed it again.
Caleb wrapped his fingers around her hair. “Gotcha,” he whispered.
He moved swiftly, pinning her against the wall, before she could say anything. His cock nestled against her stomach as his chest pressed against her breasts. He grabbed her arms and held them above her head.
“I surrender,” she said.
Caleb crashed his mouth onto hers. His aggression aroused a frisson of dark excitement. She knew he was going to claim his prize in the most basic way.
He held her wrists with one hand and moved his other hand down to her breasts. His touch was possessive. Caleb held her breast up so he could suck her nipple hard. Her keening cry echoed in the room.
It wasn’t enough for Caleb. He bit down, branding her flesh. The bite was just hard enough to make her jump. Crescent-shaped marks would bloom on her skin later, and she would wear them with pride.
Caleb let his hand wander over her naked body. It was one more way of showing that she was his now, and he could do whatever he liked. From the appreciative hums and growls, Mia knew that he couldn’t wait much longer to enjoy her.
He covered her sex with his hand and paused. “You’re so wet,” he said. Mia could hear the smile in his voice. “You like playing hide-and-seek?”
“Yes.” Powerful emotions whipped through her when she was being hunted and claimed. It was primitive and thrilling. It was chaos in her otherwise safe existence.
She tilted her hips toward him as he dipped one finger inside her. Mia wished that she could see him, or that he could watch the passion flickering across her face.
Pressing the palm of his hand against her mound, he curled his finger inside, immediately finding her G-spot. He moved his finger in a small circular motion. Mia rocked her hips wildly, amazed by the gentle touch.
Mia started to shake. The pleasure was so intense she couldn’t stand up straight. Her knees gave out, but Caleb caught her before she fell.
