Hook, Wine and Tinker

by Mardi Ballou

  He nuzzled her neck, spreading heat and light everywhere he touched with his lips, his breath. Gwyn felt something tightly held within her break loose, and she moaned her pleasure at his being with her, like this.

  She opened her mouth to invite his kiss and lowered her cuffed wrists around his neck. His lips began a quick, hot exploration of her waiting mouth. His tongue danced with hers as he nibbled her lips, his hands everywhere. He smelled and tasted of soap, sea, and one hundred percent male. Gwyn tried to put everything she was feeling into her kiss, how hot she was for him. She felt as if all the oxygen had whooshed out of her, and the only way she’d ever have more would be to get it from him. They broke for air.

  He looked at her from the circle of her arms. “Gwyn, hold that thought.”

  “What thought?” she asked, as incapable at that moment of thinking as of running an Olympics sprint.

  He chuckled dryly. “I love your sense of humor. But please excuse me for one moment. Uh, that is if you’ll raise your arms.” Blushing that she’d held him prisoner, she raised her arms and watched hungrily as he crossed to the cabin door and turned a knob. He returned to her and hoarsely whispered, “Now we won’t be interrupted. Gwyn, will you come to my bed, now?”

  All she could do was slowly nod her assent and hold out her still cuffed hands.

  “Let me help you out of those clothes,” he purred.

  Embarrassed to have to wriggle out of the Tinkerbell outfit and wings while she was handcuffed, glad she’d worn minimal underwear, hopeful that he wouldn’t be disappointed with her in any way—with his big hands smoothing the way, Gwyn was nude in seconds flat—except for the cuffs and the tiny diamond studs in her ear lobes. “You are so amazingly beautiful,” he murmured, drinking her in with his eyes. Dominic was still dressed, though the prominent bulge in his pants told Gwyn he’d rather be otherwise.

  “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” she asked, expectation and lust enabling her to find her tongue.

  “Now it’s your time,” he said, running his hands over the handcuffs and her arms. “Are you sure this is still what you want?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “You trust me so much, Gwyn? Even with the cuffs still on you?”

  Trust. To her amazement, she found she could say yes.

  He ran his hands down her face, then touched her hair. “How about if we let down your hair now?”

  “My hair?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he murmured. “I’ve been wondering all night how your hair would look fanned out on my pillow.”

  “Oh,” she said, wishing she’d regain her power of intelligent conversation sometime soon.

  “And you’ll be much more comfortable. Above all else, I want your comfort tonight.”

  His fingers made short work of the pins she’d used to make her Tinkerbell bun. When she felt her hair flow down her neck, she shook her head once or twice to try to clear it. And then she got into his bed.

  * * * * *

  She was like every dream he’d ever had come true. And here she was, in his bed. Giving him everything—her luscious body, her openness to the new, but especially her trust.

  Dominic eased Gwyn back among his pillows. He helped her raise her arms over her head, making her both as comfortable as someone whose hands were cuffed could be and available to him. Just as he’d imagined, her hair fanned out like a crown of sunshine across his pillow. He now had a clear view of her pert, firm breasts, her flat belly, her feminine core under its golden blond curls. He didn’t know where to look first, wanted to look everywhere at once. But looking wasn’t enough. He had to touch her, to possess her.

  She was so amazingly beautiful and vulnerable to him, lying there. And so nervous and excited—he could feel her quivering. He felt his own rising anticipation, as if he were an inexperienced, horny adolescent. But now he could bring all he’d learned about satisfying a woman to their time together. With her, he’d rediscover the wonders of unfolding intimacy—and maybe some of the sense of newness long missing for him.

  This first time, he would pleasure her. Though he was dying for his own release, he wanted her to know how much he treasured her. He would bring her the satisfaction she deserved and, if he could read women at all, needed. Dominic sensed Gwyn had never been loved as completely and thoroughly as he intended to love her.

  He stretched out next to her, first just running his hands slowly over every inch of her body. She moaned from the butterfly flicker of his touch, just barely skimming over her skin. He watched how her nipples hardened when he touched them, first gently, then with more pressure as she pushed her perfect breasts against his questing fingers. Her nipples were a soft pink color, delicate. He nearly growled with joy as they blossomed and beaded when he at last took them in his mouth.

  Dominic could have suckled at Gwyn’s breasts all night, but so many other delights awaited. While he used his hand to play with her nipples, he watched as Gwyn opened her legs, revealing the damp pink folds beckoning him. He wanted to dive into her, but first he wanted her to desire him there. He longed for her to be crazy to have him there—to writhe and call out with her need. It was good, for their first time together, that he didn’t cuff her legs. He’d postpone playing that way for another time. He was confident there would be many more times. There had to be, oh God, there had to be.

  This awesome woman needed to have every inch of her attended to. Keeping his voice steady, Dominic whispered, “Would you please turn over? I want to see your back.”

  She groaned her response, her eyes half lidded with lust. As it was complicated for her to shift with her hands in the cuffs, he helped her move so that her gorgeous back was to him.

  Smooth. He straddled her, his hard cock pressed against her back deliciously. Calling on his iron will and self-control, Dominic bit back his howl of joy. He had to concentrate on her, to put his own needs off to a remote corner of his feverish brain. But every moment they were together convinced him more and more that she was the woman he’d waited so long for.

  Dominic placed his hands on her shoulders. He began to kiss and nibble at her, fisting his hand in her silky hair and lifting it so he could start at the nape of her swan-like neck, then tongue the sweet tendrils of blonde hair that escaped his fingers. Her skin tasted like the sweet cream it resembled. Sweet cream fragrant with roses and exotic eastern spices. She wriggled, pressing his cock with her tush so he thought he’d nearly burst with his own pleasure. Nearly cross-eyed with rock-hard driving need, he lifted his hips slightly from her to ease the pressure building in him.

  He wouldn’t leave a spot of her unexplored, untouched—he longed to claim every bit. Tongue, teeth, lips, fingers—all played homage to the miracle of her soft skin. Her scent made him drunk, the different textures of her skin and the bones beneath brought his fingertips alive. He tasted her slowly as she ground her feminine mound into his bed, greeting his kisses with moans and gasps of passion.

  When he reached her cheeks, two tight mounds of alabaster, he playfully kissed and nibbled the tight valley between them—causing her to gasp with surprise and try to move him away. “Not there,” she said. “Please, don’t kiss me or touch me there.”

  “Why not?” he asked, lifting his face while his fingers continued his exploration.

  “It’s embarrassing,” she said, her voice sounding strained.

  “Nothing about you is unpleasant,” he said. “Every inch of you is perfection.”

  “You sure?” she asked.

  “Oh, yes,” he said, his tongue returning to the tiny hole.

  Her buttocks tightened, telling him she still wasn’t relaxed, but she didn’t make any further protests. Nonetheless, he wanted her to continue trusting him, so he moved on to the folds between her thigh and her butt and let his tongue explore there. She relaxed, pressing up to meet his touch and his kiss.

  He worked his way down her left leg, lavishing attention on the delicate skin behind her knee, massaging her firm leg muscles
as he let his tongue and teeth and lips continue exploring. From the way she responded, he knew she’d never before been loved the way he was loving her. Great as his pleasure was, knowing that he was taking her to new places made him even higher.

  He moved on to her right leg, making sure he kissed this one as thoroughly as the left. Knowing how delicious they were, he’d kept the ankles and feet for last. As he tasted the soles of her feet, once again she protested with concern about smells and tastes—though not nearly as strongly as when he’d tongued her anus. Mostly she seemed to be savoring all the new sensations he was giving her. More than anything, he wanted to convince her that her tastes and scents enchanted him—and he tried to do so both by filling the room with his own moans and groans of pleasure and by repeatedly pressing his screaming cock against her. She had to feel how much what was happening between them turned him on.

  When he’d saturated her with kisses, he helped her turn over again and started sucking her toes. Oh, she liked this. He lingered over each toe, especially the small ones, circling the base and then the tip with his tongue. Then he worked his way slowly up each foot and leg, massaging, burying his face between her thighs and her glistening folds. With superhuman will, he held back from touching her hungry pink core ‘til he’d touched and kissed everywhere else. Because he knew, once he got to her cunt, he wouldn’t ever want to leave.

  From the top of her legs, he went back to her beautiful face. She responded with fire and light, nipping him back with her teeth, joining her tongue to his in a dance that left them both gasping. Her face, her neck, her breasts—with nipples as hard as his cock. He tongued under them, working his way down her flat belly, across her hips.

  And then he was there, at her pussy, where he’d wanted to be since the moment they met. He buried his face in her folds, savoring the sweet musk. He ran his fingers along those folds, taking her wetness and sucking it from his fingertips. She had her legs open wide now, and she was whimpering for him to bring her to completion. Her cuffed hands moved with her as she writhed to close the minuscule distance between them.

  He slowly slipped one finger into her, and she closed her legs around him, begging for more. Quickly, he slid a second finger into her, driving both deep inside. She rode his two fingers, working her legs to draw him even tighter and higher in her. Trying to ignore his throbbing cock, he lowered his head for his first kiss and taste of her swollen clit. She screamed his name and flung her legs into a vise-like grip around his head.

  Christ, she was so hot, she felt like she’d combust any moment in an explosion that would rock his yacht and the whole marina. He teased her clit and folds with little flicks of tongue, inhaling her scent and taste as she thrust herself harder against him. She needed the long, languorous licks he planted in and on her rosy petals of flesh, his mouth now dripping with her juices.

  She rode him, moving herself to meet his probing tongue, his kisses, his hot breath. Her sharp intake of breath told him she was probably moving up to the release she’d been begging for all night. He urged her on with his eager mouth and fingers, shuddering with her as she called out to him in a loud, trembling release.

  They collapsed together.

  “Thank you,” she whispered when she had her breath.

  “Oh, God,” he said. She didn’t need to thank him. He told her so. They both lay together in soft silence. Then she sat up a bit and said, “Dominic, your turn. Get out of those clothes.”

  He could deny her nothing. But he’d just begun to unzip his pants to liberate his aching cock when a loud noise intruded on their private moment. They looked at each other. What sounded like a small army was hammering on the door to Dominic’s quarters.

  “Open up!” someone shouted. They both froze.

  Chapter Three

  As the racket from the hallway continued, Gwyn lay shattered in Dominic’s bed. The noise distracted him from getting naked with her. He’d left her in the bed, and now she had time for her mind to go into its analytical games.

  She’d never before done anything remotely like this. After coming with him, she realized she’d never really had an orgasm before. Now she wanted his cock in her, and she hated that they’d been interrupted.

  From some deeply hidden corner of her mind, a message flashed that she should maybe feel guilty or bad or something. The should word again. She had to agree with Dominic on how much better her life would be if she could lose that word. Should was at war with the reality that she’d just had the most fantastic orgasm of her life in the bed of a man she’d barely met—for she was sure she shouldn’t have let herself get to this position.

  Even though it was a great position. She smiled wickedly to herself.

  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t scrape up even one iota of feeling bad or guilty. Not the tiniest speck. She couldn’t conjure up any of those feelings. If she was supposed to have them—she should have them—too bad.

  All she wanted right now was for the good feelings to continue and, especially, to give back to Dominic some of the pleasure he’d just showered her with.

  Was it Dominic, or the handcuffs, or both?

  Too much thinking—that was always her way. For now, she just wanted to surrender to feelings. And she wanted him there, with her, on her, in her. She wanted to feel his cock in her the way his tongue had been—and deeper than his tongue could go. Whatever happened after tonight, she didn’t care. She wanted him in her. Now.

  What was that noise at the door that had taken Dominic away? She wanted it to disappear.

  Dominic was throwing on some clothes, looking at her. “I think I’d better talk to whoever’s out there, don’t you?”

  She said some words of agreement. “But hurry back.”

  “You know I will. I’d better cover you up, just in case someone peeks in. And let’s hide the cuffs.” She lowered her arms so the sheet he was smoothing over her covered it all.

  After he’d walked away, she heard the voices more clearly. Pete was one of the people out there. In the dim light of the cabin, she could see Dominic wedged in the doorway after he’d opened the door the smallest amount necessary for him to take care of whoever was on the other side. She smiled to herself at the thought of his having to hide his very obvious erection from Pete and whomever he was with. Gwyn couldn’t hear clearly what the people in the hallway were saying. Pete must have expressed concern that he couldn’t find her, because she heard Dominic tell him she was there, in the cabin. Pete voiced surprise, his voice rising in annoyance or anger, becoming loud enough for Gwyn to hear clearly now.

  “Yes, well, she’s still not feeling ready to return to the party,” Dominic said.

  Pete, quite loud by now, said, “There goes the costume contest. I guess I’ll have to take her home then.”

  Now Gwyn was surprised. Pete sounded almost like a grown-up, responsible adult. Of course, he gave greater priority to the costume contest than her needs—so what else was new?

  “Not to worry, Payne. As soon as Ms. Verde is ready, I’ll see that she gets home safely.”

  “Let me talk to her,” Pete said, sounding as if he were moving closer to where she lay. Gwyn huddled tighter under the sheet. Pete continued, “Knowing her, she might get weirded out about me just leaving her here.”

  Great time to think of that, she thought, remembering how abandoned she’d felt earlier when he’d deserted her to speak with his buddies.

  “I’ll make sure she knows of your concern,” Dominic said. “Now why don’t you go back to the party? I’ll join you shortly and leave Ms. Verde here to rest.”

  Next thing she knew, Pete was yelling her name. “Gwyn! Are you all right?”

  She had no choice but to answer. “I’m resting. Mr. Laredo gave me an aspirin.”

  “You want to go home?”

  She couldn’t believe his concern coming now. “Mr. Laredo said his driver will take me home later. You can leave whenever you want.”

  “What about the costume contest?�
� Pete shouted back.

  The costume contest again, of course. “Sorry, Pete. No can do.”

  She heard Pete grunt and make some more noise. Dominic said something to him. “Call me when you get home,” Pete shouted. Then Gwyn heard more talking and, finally, the door closing.

  When Dominic came back, he sat down next to her on the bed.

  “Did you hear all that?” he asked.

  “Most of it. So Pete finally remembered he had a date. Maybe all the other lost boys went back to their girlfriends.”

  Dominic ran an appreciative hand down her side, raising the most delicious shivers wherever his fingers landed. “Much as I would prefer to crawl back into bed and finish what we started, seeing Pete reminds me that I need to get back to the party for a bit. I did promise I’d give out awards for those best costumes.”

  She didn’t want him to leave. Oh, she really didn’t want to lose a single minute of their time together alone. But she was hardly in a position to make any demands. She pouted. “Hurry back.”

  “I will,” he said, his eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness around them. “And,” he said, his voice low and hoarse, “I’ll give you my own personal best of show award later.”

  “Pete’s pissed about losing,” she said.

  “In more ways than one.” He smoothed his hair and finished reassembling his costume. “I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he promised.

  Gwyn called him back. “The cuffs,” she said, holding her hands out to him.

  He chuckled. “Of course.” He unlocked them and freed her hands, kissing each one tenderly, then left.

  * * * * *

  When Dominic got back to the party, people were still eating and drinking, talking. He made a point of circulating, chatting with lots of his guests, checking out the costumes so he could select the prize winners. When he’d found the best for each category, he signaled to his assistant that the time had come to announce the winners. A drumroll and appropriate fanfare. Since Dominic’s prizes included bottles of rare vintage wine, gourmet dinners delivered anywhere, and first-class transportation to the destinations of the winner’s choice, the competition was lively. But Dominic’s head wasn’t there. He had to struggle to focus on his immediate task—and not on the woman waiting for him back in his quarters. Once he awarded the prizes, he’d be free to take leave of these festivities and return to the much more stimulating ones he was sharing with Gwyn.