by Jenesi Ash
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Caleb said urgently.
She hooked her legs, her back sliding up the wall. She crossed her bare feet at the small of his back and squeezed her thighs around him. As she swayed and bucked her hips, she felt Caleb’s hard cock pressing against the slick folds of her sex.
Both Caleb and Mia groaned as he slid deep into her wet heat. He still held her arms as he thrust deep inside her. There was no finesse or rhythm. He took her in the most elemental way.
And she loved it. She was pinned to the wall, unable to move or see. Her world was focused on the feel of his cock and the pulsating throb in her pussy. Caleb hammered inside her, and stars danced before her eyes. She came violently, screaming his name. Her flesh gripped him like a vise, triggering his own release.
Mia clung to Caleb, their skin sticky with sweat. Her breasts bumped against him with every gulp of air. Her legs ached but she didn’t move.
Caleb nuzzled his face into her neck. “You want to play again?”
Her core clenched at the suggestion, squeezing Caleb’s spent cock.
He gave a half groan, half laugh. “I guess you do.”
“Only this time,” she said as she unwrapped her legs from his hips, “give me a head start.”
“You can’t hold off any longer,” Aidan said to Jamie as he lounged naked on her bed, the colorful sheet covering him from the waist down. He took the plate of sandwiches and set it on the bedside table. “It’s my turn to tie you up.”
The last bite of her sandwich stuck in her throat. “I’m not avoiding it,” she insisted, but he didn’t have to sound so gleeful. She half expected him to rub his palms together and give an evil cackle.
It had been a while since she had been tied down. An old boyfriend had handcuffed her to his bed, and the power had gone to his head. When he had finally released the cuffs, she had punched him in the jaw and walked out on him.
She’d like to think that Aidan would be more mature than her ex-boyfriend. When he had taken her on the kitchen table, Aidan’s priority had been her pleasure. And tonight he had allowed her to tie him up first.
Aidan had shown a pattern of taking care of her. Jamie had to trust that he would continue. No amount of proof or instinct was going to erase her nervousness, she realized as her heart pounded against her ribs.
“Get on your knees.”
Jamie gritted her teeth. Damn, his commanding tone rankled. But she knew better than to comment or fight it. She would not give him an excuse to demonstrate his dominance.
She silently knelt down on the mattress next to Aidan and looked into his eyes. She wasn’t trying to glare at him or have a showdown, but she wouldn’t lower her eyes. That was asking too much.
Her pulse skipped a beat as Aidan reached for her. His fingers skimmed along the scooped neck of her tank top. The touch was light, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Aidan skimmed his hands down her sides and grabbed the hem of her top. “Raise your arms,” he told her.
Jamie followed his command, and he took off her shirt. She lowered her arms, her hands clenched, as she waited for his next instruction. She had a feeling that the first one was the easiest she would receive that night.
Aidan slid his hands along her collarbone. She felt the pulse at the base of her neck twitch under her skin. Jamie hoped he hadn’t seen the telltale sign. She wanted him to think being tied up was no big deal to her.
He played with her breasts and smiled as they jiggled and swayed. When he swiped the pad of his thumb against the tip of her breast, she couldn’t stop her nipple from tightening. Aidan lowered his head and sucked it in his mouth.
Jamie gasped at the strong pull. She felt it tugging straight to her clit, and she wanted more. She clasped her hands on Aidan’s head, her fingers spearing through his short black hair. She wanted to press him closer, have him take more of her breast in his mouth, but he stopped suckling altogether.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he said, his mouth pressed against her breast.
“Because you hadn’t thought of it yet.”
He encircled her wrists with his fingers and pulled her hands down. “Don’t do anything until I tell you to.”
Jamie sighed. “If that’s what you want . . .” But she wasn’t sure if she could keep her hands to herself. It was going to be a very long night.
“Since you’re new at this,” he said as he reached for her discarded tank top, “I’m going to tie you up now.”
She dug her fingernails into her palms as the panic flashed in her chest. “Already?”
Aidan stretched the shirt and twisted it into a thick cotton rope. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah,” she said, staring at the tank top. She blinked and looked at Aidan. “Of course.”
“Hold out your hands.”
She defiantly offered him her hands and watched him bind her wrists together. She had expected something elaborate that only Houdini could escape. If not that, she thought he would twist her arms and legs in some exotic configuration.
Instead, he kept her hands in front of her body, tied together in a simple knot. He didn’t even give her the respect of using a top-of-the-line leather cuff.
“I’m not a beginner when it comes to bondage,” she muttered.
Aidan smiled. “You are compared to me.”
This must be some psychological strategy, Jamie decided, as if she couldn’t handle someone strong and experienced like him. He was wrong; she could handle anything he dished out.
Aidan’s hands roamed over her chest and stomach. She flinched when he found her ticklish spot, just under her breasts. She squealed and dodged his hand, wishing she could block him with her hands.
“Get off the bed and kneel on the floor,” Aidan told her.
Jamie wavered, unsure if she wanted to follow that order. She would be in a submissive position, and would have to look up to him. She was already feeling vulnerable.
“Jamie . . .” Aidan warned.
“Okay, okay. I’m getting on the floor.” She scooted off the bed and knelt down.
Aidan got of the bed and stood before her. “Don’t question my commands. The quicker you do them, the easier it will be for you.”
“Ha!” She pressed her lips together before she said anything else.
Her eyes traveled along his naked body. His physique was amazing. He looked like a powerful conquering hero.
She, on the other hand, got the role of a handmaiden. A naked one, at that.
She couldn’t believe she’d agreed to this! Jamie wiggled her fingers, but the twisted T-shirt didn’t give. She wrestled with the constraints. Aidan knew exactly how to bind her where she couldn’t complain about it being too tight, but she couldn’t work her hands free.
Aidan gently cradled her jaw with both hands and tilted her face up. Threading his fingers in her hair, he massaged her scalp until he held the back of her head with one hand. He reached for his cock with the other and rubbed the wet tip along her mouth, outlining her lips.
Jamie opened and darted her tongue against his cock. She liked how he shivered from the flirty touch. There’s a lot more where that came from.
“Not until I tell you,” Aidan reminded her, his face stern. “If you can’t follow this rule, you’ll be punished.”
Oooh . . . Heat flooded her pelvis. No, wait. What was she thinking? That wasn’t supposed to be a promise. If Aidan tried bending her over his knee, he was in big trouble.
Aidan pressed his thumb against her chin and opened her mouth before guiding his cock past her lips. “Now lick me.”
She swirled her tongue along the crown, enjoying the taste of his cock. She licked and slurped with abandon, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to fondle his balls and draw him deep into her mouth. She gently sucked against the tip, and he lurched forward, ramming his cock into her mouth.
“Suck me hard,” he told her roughly.
Jamie noticed he didn’t say a word about sucking his c
ock before he told her. She opened her mouth wider, accommodating his thickness. She drew him in, the muscles in her cheeks pulling hard. The tip pressed at the back of her throat, and she relaxed her muscles.
Aidan groaned when he realized she could deep-throat him. His fingers tightened against her jaw and began thrusting in her mouth. Jamie felt an intense rush of power coiling around her and sucked harder.
When had she ever been so intent to pleasure a man? She couldn’t remember. She watched Aidan’s expression as he thrust in her mouth. He bucked against her face, her nose pressed against the dark thatch of hair.
She couldn’t ignore the aching throb in her pussy anymore. Pressing her bound hands against her mound, Jamie stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned. She pressed harder just as Aidan stopped and pulled away from her.
He took a deep breath before he spoke. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” She hummed with pleasure as she continued to stroke her clit.
The corner of his mouth slanted up. “I didn’t give you permission,” he said softly.
Jamie’s hand froze. Uh-oh.
“I have to punish you now.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Stand up.”
She slowly got to her feet, her ass tingling, knowing that a good hard spanking was in her near future. She wouldn’t tolerate it. If he so much as tried, she was walking out.
He walked behind her. Jamie shifted from one foot to the other. She didn’t like not being able to see him. It put her at a disadvantage.
Aidan brushed his fingers along her panties. He tugged them off her hips and dragged them down her legs. “Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t move—unless he spanked her. Then all bets were off.
Aidan swept his hands along her back and waist. She tried so hard not to move, but his touch tickled. He smoothed his hands on her ass and squeezed hard.
Jamie flexed her buttocks and froze. Was that considered a move? She hoped not because she really liked how he was kneading her curves. She was tempted to jut her ass into his hands, but she didn’t want to press her luck.
Aidan curved his hands over her hips and then moved down to cup her sex. Jamie’s knees buckled and slumped against his strong chest.
She was so wet that she heard his finger sliding along her slit. Jamie wanted to buck against his hand, but she had to stay still. She tried to focus on not moving, but her whole world was centered on his hand. She gritted her teeth as a small wave of pleasure crashed through her.
This was the way he punished? By making her come? If she had given him more trouble, would he have given her multiple orgasms?
“Put your foot on the bed.”
Her foot? “Uh, okay . . .” She lifted her foot and stepped on the mattress.
“Turn to the side.”
She did as he requested without asking a question. All she wanted was for him to keep playing with her clit.
Aidan stepped aside and knelt down on the floor in front of her. That made her suspicious. She couldn’t imagine Aidan taking the subservient role.
His head was right next to her bound hands. He glided his hand up her leg before reaching her wet curls between her thighs. He spread her labia with her fingers and pressed his mouth against her clit.
She stiffened as the white-hot energy pulsed through her. Her bindings tightened as her arms jerked. She wanted to break free of her constraints and let the pleasure spread through her.
Jamie also wished she could grab his head and press him closer to her, guide his tongue to touch her just right. All she could do was instruct him and hope he was in a cooperative mood.
“Flick your tongue over my clit,” she said between short, choppy breaths. She frowned when he acted like he hadn’t heard her. She closed her eyes. “Please?”
He gave a wicked flip of his tongue, and she shuddered. Her moan turned into a squeal as she felt like she was falling. Aidan’s fingers tightened on her hips. He looked up at her and said, “I won’t let you fall.”
And she believed him. She knew that she could sway and wobble all she wanted and not worry. Aidan would catch her. Sometime during the night, she had put her trust in him. She had stopped looking out for herself and started relying on him.
She wasn’t sure how she knew she could. Most of the men in her life weren’t all that reliable. What made Aidan so different?
He did wicked things with his tongue, Jamie admitted as her hips started to buck. Aidan dragged his tongue along her slit and stabbed it into her channel. She bunched her fingers into fists and rode his tongue. She was so close to—
Aidan pulled away and Jamie whimpered. “Don’t stop,” she told him in a high whisper.
“I have to.” He clasped his hand around her ankle and lowered her foot onto the floor.
“What?” She stared at him, her eyes wide. “Why?”
He stood up and smiled. “That’s your punishment.”
“What?” The question lashed out of her mouth. “Are you kidding? Why, I oughta—”
“Don’t worry, Jamie,” he said as he guided her back onto the bed. “You can earn some brownie points.”
The man was out of his mind, she decided as she fought with the bindings on her wrists. She wasn’t going to try to gain his favor.
“There are a few rules,” he informed her.
He could forget it. She wasn’t playing anymore. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pulsing between her legs. Besides, she probably wouldn’t be able to follow those damn rules.
Aidan stroked his finger along her wet, swollen clit. Her breath snagged in her throat as her pussy clung to his finger.
She wasn’t going to . . . Jamie moaned and closed her eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. “What are the rules?”
TWELVE
Mia, wrapped in her thin robe, walked down the hall to her bathroom. A yawn caught her by surprise. As she lifted her hand over her mouth, Mia saw her friend heading out the back door. “Morning, Jamie.”
Jamie stopped and looked down the hall. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I’m going to take a nice, long bubble bath.” The idea alone made her muscles relax. A sweet ache permeated her body. “I thought I should do it before the guys get up. I don’t want to waste a minute of this weekend.”
“I’m going to run out and get some food to make breakfast,” Jamie told her. “I think the guys need something more than cereal and milk.”
“Sounds great.” Mia rubbed her eyes and yawned again. “They definitely need to keep up their energy. I’ll help cook when you get back.”
“You want me to cook?” Jamie looked horrified at the thought. “Maybe you need to get some more sleep. I don’t cook for anyone—and that includes me.”
“This weekend is about new experiences,” Mia teased.
“I’m still not cooking,” Jamie said as she escaped before Mia came up with any more ideas.
Mia shuffled into the bathroom and went straight to the old-fashioned porcelain tub. It was large and deep, perfect for lying back and relaxing. She plugged the drain and turned on the faucet. The sound of rushing water seemed to echo in the small bathroom.
Mia rose to her full height and shed her robe. Turning to grab the container of bath gel, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There was an interesting mix of bites and bruises covering her skin. She smiled, remembering how she earned every one of them.
Being chased in the dark had been an incredibly sexy adventure. Caleb was a fierce, often ferocious, lover. Each time he had told her to run, her senses had gone into overdrive. Getting caught was almost as pleasurable as Caleb claiming her as his prize. She loved being hunted. Would she like it just as much if Aidan was the hunter?
Probably, Mia thought as she grabbed the bottle and poured the thick pink gel into the gushing stream of water. But then, she didn’t have that edge of the unknown with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t fe
el hunted. Aidan was more of a protector than predator.
She watched the bubbles form and bent down to test the water’s temperature. A pair of hands fell on her shoulders. Mia yelped, her pulse missing a beat. She tried to turn, but the person wouldn’t let her, holding her still. Why wouldn’t the person let her turn around?
A dark, icy, and unfamiliar sensation trickled down her spine. It wasn’t panic, but something much more dangerous and seductive. “What’s going on?” she asked, trying to hide her nervousness.
The person didn’t answer, but kept pressing his hands onto her bare shoulders until she was on her knees in front of the bathtub. Mia gripped the porcelain edge, finding it cool under her touch.
The hands on her shoulders and throat were definitely masculine. Was it Aidan or Caleb? She wasn’t sure, and that bothered her. She should be able to tell them apart.
“Why aren’t you answering me?” she asked, very carefully avoiding the use of names. She didn’t want to say the wrong one!
She felt his hand span her back. He pushed her forward, and she almost lost her balance. Mia reached out, and her hands went into the bubbles, smacking her palms on the tub.
The man roamed his hands over her hips and thighs. He squeezed her ass, and Mia felt him lean over her. Surrounding her. Trapping her. Her pussy grew warm when she realized she was cornered. She heard the man’s harsh breath, her only warning, before he bit her earlobe.
Mia closed her eyes and shivered. Caleb. Her lover was definitely Caleb. He had bit down hard on her earlobe last night, and she had felt the burn go straight to her nipples.
The man let go and pressed a soft kiss on the ticklish spot behind her ear. She inhaled sharply as her skin tingled.
Or maybe the lover was Aidan? She opened her eyes and looked to the side, but couldn’t see him. It must be Aidan because he knew every sensitive spot on her body.
The man caressed her ribs and gathered her breasts in his hands. Her eyes widened when she realized that she couldn’t tell whose hands were on her. The man tweaked her nipples just like Aidan would. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had solved the mystery when the man licked down the length of her spine just like Caleb had done the night before.
