He was talking so fast, it was hard to follow, but Christa stood rooted to her spot and watched him pace and fidget while he kept rambling. Her heart was racing, trying to keep up. She crossed her arms under her breasts, feeling decidedly naked. She really should have put more clothes on before they had this conversation. Granted, she also didn’t have any clothes here other than her uniform, and she certainly wasn’t going to put that on.
Mack continued. “I thought hard about telling you, but didn’t want to risk you not wanting to go out with me again. So, I kept putting it off, and that made things worse, and I spent a lot of time thinking I could just stuff that side of me down deep and ignore it and do the vanilla thing with you. I figured out pretty quickly that you were a virgin, and—”
She gasped and cut him off. “What the hell made you think I was a virgin? I’m not a virgin.”
He stopped moving and froze in his spot. “You’re not?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean, I’m not the most experienced person alive, but I’m not that naïve. I’m twenty-seven. I’ve had sex. Not good sex. But sex.”
He ran a hand down his face and drew in a breath. “Okay. My bad. I fucked up all the way around with you. Not that it changed much. I still wouldn’t have ravaged you in the way I wanted to. You aren’t that kind of woman. I was caught between trying to be gentle with you and fighting the urge to say fuck it and just tell you what I really wanted to do to you.”
She couldn’t breathe, and she took a few steps backward, not because she was concerned for her safety or anything, but because she was shocked and trying to process his words.
He let her, not advancing.
Finally, she drew in a breath. “You’re so dense. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted you to fuck me into the middle of next week every time we were together? I felt like you surely weren’t that into me the way you turned me down every time. I kept throwing myself at you because I wanted you so badly, and you backed off and left me hanging every damn time. All the while you were holding back because you thought I might not like a little rough sex?”
“Well…yes. And I tried not to leave you hanging. I hope I at least took the edge off a few times. It was difficult for me to hold myself in check. That’s why I didn’t want to take things further. And every time we were together, I fell harder for you, which made it that much harder to keep from doing what I really wanted to do with you.”
“Which was what, Mack? Tell me.” Her voice was breathy. She was getting aroused by the prospect of him not just finally having sex with her, but possibly even in a way she’d only ever fantasized about. She took a step closer to him. “Tell me,” she repeated. Perhaps it was madness for her to approach him like this, tossing all caution to the wind just twenty-four hours after the most harrowing experience of her life, but dammit, she felt alive. Grateful. Energized after sleeping like the dead. Part of her wanted to fuck just to erase some of the storm, or at least take her mind off it.
He took a step back as if afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep himself in check if she got closer.
She didn’t let him take that space, though. She was horny now at the prospect. Her breasts were heavy. Nipples stiff as they brushed against his T-shirt. She was also wet, and a tightness formed in her belly. “Paint a picture for me, Mack. Do it. And then whatever it is, for the love of God, act on it, please.”
He shook his head. Not in denial, but more like to clear it.
“You act like you’re a vampire and if you take a sip, you’ll accidentally drain me dry,” she joked. “Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe I like vampires. Maybe I’ll enjoy having your fangs in me, but also maybe I’m strong enough to tell you when you’ve taken enough.”
He stared at her in shock for a second and then smiled and started laughing. “That was quite the narrative. Your imagination is creative.”
She returned the smile and lifted a brow. “So?”
He reached out and grabbed her hand before turning around and pulling her toward his bedroom. When they entered, he pointed at his bed and released her. “See those posts?”
“Yeah.” Her breath caught in her throat.
“I want to strip you down, tie you spread-eagled to my bed, blindfold you, and show you what it means to be truly worshipped. From head to toe. I want to lick and taste every inch of your skin, make you writhe with need while I hold you back. And then I want to make you come so many times that you can’t think anymore. Only after I’m certain you know exactly who owns your body, will I let myself fuck you senseless. That’s what I want to do to you. Do you understand, Christa?”
Was he challenging her? Because if he thought he might scare her and convince her to leave, he was wrong. Everything he said made her hotter. She’d never been with anyone willing to take that kind of control over her, but she sure as fuck wanted to.
She turned to face him, watching his chest rise and fall from the excursion of painting that picture. “If you agree to leave off the blindfold the first time so I can watch, you have a deal.” That was the bravest thing she’d ever said.
Mack stared at her for several seconds, blinking. She’d shocked him. Hell, she’d shocked herself.
Finally, he closed the short distance between them and reached out to stroke a finger down her cheek. “Are you for real?”
“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate as she tipped her face to one side into his palm. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m pretty innocent to BDSM. You’re right about that. But it intrigues me, and I trust you, and I’m wet from the idea alone. If you’re always going to talk dirty like that and order me around in your bedroom, I doubt I’ll ever turn you down. I may look sweet, but in my mind, I’ve always daydreamed about someone dominating me. Taking me. Making me come so hard my eyes rolled back in my head. You did that to me. Now, I want to return the favor. I want that, Mack. Please.”
He tugged her closer, setting his free hand on her back. His lips descended to hers, licking the seam and then delving into her mouth like a starving man. He kissed her for a long time, one hand still cupping her face, the other at the small of her back.
By the time he released her lips, she was putty.
“You sure? We don’t have to do this today. I mean—”
“Stop. Don’t mention yesterday. Let’s pretend it didn’t happen. I want this. Make me forget.”
He held her gaze for a moment and then grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, his gaze coming to her naked breasts. “Damn, you’re sexy. I love how smooth and flawless your skin is.” He set a finger on the upper swell of her breast and trailed it down between the two small globes.
She shivered. It was hard to imagine him being rough at this moment. He was so in control. So gentle. Stroking her everywhere. Her arms, her belly, her back, her butt, and finally her breasts.
“Please tell me you’re going to remove your clothes finally, too.”
He grinned and tapped her nose. “Have you heard of a safeword?”
She sucked in a breath. This was all getting real. “Yes.”
“Good. Red will be your safeword for today. Unless you need to use it, I suggest you stop trying to control things and just relax. Let me run this show.”
Chapter 31
Relax? Was he kidding?
Christa doubted she would be able to relax for about three days after this revelation that the man she’d fantasized about intended to take her places she’d never been before.
She was nervous. Understandably. But also, a giant brick had been lifted now that she knew why Mack had been holding out on her.
As she stood naked in his bedroom, he circled her, slowly. “Pull your shoulders back, baby, and clasp your hands behind your back.” His words were softer. Gentle. He’d taken on a different demeanor.
He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on their combined pile of clothes, leaving him in low-slung jeans. Progress. His chest was broad and smooth and muscular. The intricate tattoo on his left biceps intrigued her. She
would explore it closer later.
“Feet wider,” he commanded.
She parted her legs, swaying a bit. She felt a little dizzy at the prospect of having this man dominate her. It was one thing to read about BDSM in books, lusting over it in her mind. It was another thing entirely to participate.
She felt decidedly naked and exposed which, of course, was the case. The way his gaze roamed over her body was heady. Possessive. Reverent.
When he stepped closer and reached for her nipples, thrumming his thumbs over the pointed tips, she gasped.
“You’re so gorgeous. I love your skin.” He tweaked her nipples, making her suck in a breath and rise onto her toes. This made him smile. “Climb onto the bed for me. Lie in the center. Arms and legs reaching for the posts.”
She was shaking as she followed his instructions, but she managed to settle on her back and spread open. Meanwhile, Mack ducked down and pulled something out from under the bed. She couldn’t see it, but she heard a zipper and then a rustling noise. When he rose over her, he was holding some sort of cuffs.
She was relieved to see they were nylon and Velcro, not metal. When he first mentioned restraining her, she feared she would tug on them and bruise her ankles and wrists.
Mack started with her left wrist, lifting it and kissing the inside before attaching it to the cuff and then securing the cuff to the bedpost. He moved to the other side and did her right wrist next.
She was breathing heavily already, her body on fire. Something about the inability to move her arms made her arousal kick up a notch. It had been the same in her dreams, but she’d had no way of knowing if she would truly be aroused by such a thing in real life.
When he reached her right foot, he lifted it and kissed her toes, making her giggle. “Mmm. Love that sound. I want to hear it more often.”
She sobered as he attached her ankle in the same manner as her wrists. When his hand landed on her final appendage, she bit her lip. The exposure was overwhelming. Her legs were forced open, and she experienced a combination of sensations ranging from arousal to helplessness to naughtiness to excitement.
Mack climbed between her legs and set his palms on her inner thighs, his thumbs stroking back and forth while he watched her face.
Already she was inside out. Every inch of her skin crawled with the need to be touched. She was taking short breaths, almost panting while she held his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful spread open like this for me.” More of the maddening strokes from his thumbs, closer to her sex. He was still looking at her as he pulled on her skin so that her lower lips parted.
She gasped, her mouth falling open.
He smiled. “That’s it. Let me make you feel so good, baby.” After pushing her thighs wider, he stroked her outer labia.
She was going to explode before he touched her. It was overwhelming. “Please…” she murmured.
Another smile and then he stroked both thumbs through her folds, gathering her wetness.
She tugged on her wrists and then arched her chest off the bed when she came up short. He’d only left her a few inches of slack. Instead of touching her clit like she craved, he released her thighs and reached up to cup her breasts.
She shuddered as his thumbs—wet with her arousal—flicked over her nipples. A moan escaped her lips.
Mack lowered his hands to her sides and leaned over to take one of her nipples in his mouth. After a sharp suckle, he circled her nipple with his tongue several times and then repeated the action on the other breast.
She was coming apart at the seams, and he hadn’t touched her in all the right places yet. “Mack…”
“I know, baby. Welcome to my world.”
She squirmed as he lifted up to meet her gaze, hovering over her, not touching any part of her. When he lowered his lips to hers, she eagerly accepted his kiss, though it was gentle instead of the roughness she craved.
“I’m going to make you come several times, but you’re not permitted to orgasm until I tell you, understood?”
She swallowed. “I’ll try?”
He lifted a brow. “Do better than try, or I’ll flip you over and spank you before resuming.”
She gulped at that suggestion. Did he think it would be a deterrent? The idea of his palm landing on her bottom made her all kinds of horny.
“You like that idea, don’t you, baby?”
“Mmm.”
“Let’s save impact play for another day. Today, I just want to concentrate on sensation. I want you to learn how hot it can be to be restrained while I drive you to the edge.”
“It already is,” she murmured.
“I know, but it’s about to get so much better.”
She shivered as he shoved back and then set his hands on her belly, stroking up and down, his fingers grazing the undersides of her breasts before finally reaching her nipples again. She’d never considered her breasts to be an erotic zone that was nearly this potent before, but she’d been wrong. Or maybe it was the cuffs that were heightening every sensation.
Finally, Mack moved down her body again, spreading her thighs. He stared at her sex, unnerving her with the proximity of his face to her private parts. “Has anyone ever eaten this sweet pussy before, baby?”
She turned a deep red and shook her head.
He closed the distance and licked along her outer labia, first one and then the other, making her squirm. With a firm grip on her thighs to hold her steady, he flicked his tongue over her clit and then sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth.
She cried out at the intensity.
Mack released her clit and lifted his face. “Come, baby. Now.”
The moment he resumed sucking her, her body convulsing around his mouth as an orgasm shot through her. Never in her life had she come this fast, not even by her own hand. But she’d also never been this primed from foreplay that consisted of him telling her what he intended to do and then strapping her down spread on his bed.
She moaned as her clit continued to pulse under his tongue. Instead of releasing her though, he flicked faster as she started to come down, thrusting two fingers into her channel.
She writhed beneath him, trying to buck her hips and failing. She could no longer focus on any one thought. All her blood had raced to her sex. When he added a third finger and curved them up to stroke over her G-spot, she felt herself climbing once again.
Her vision blurred as she tugged on her arms. The reminder that she was totally at his mercy made her breasts swell and her channel grip at his fingers.
Someone was gasping for air. She realized it was her. She couldn’t catch her breath as he continued, sucking, flicking, thrusting. Her knees shook, and something inside her unraveled, threatening to explode.
“Again, Christa. Come on my fingers.”
Her body arched at his command. One second, she was a writhing ball of nerves. The next, she fell over the cliff. Her entire body shook with the intensity of this second orgasm on the heels of the first.
Mack continued to stroke her, whispering words she couldn’t make out against her swollen folds. He knew the perfect time to ease back and just where she could tolerate his touch after so much sensation.
When she finally relaxed against the mattress, she was still trembling intermittently, but she could at least blink her eyes and manage to focus on Mack’s face as he lifted to smile at her. “Gorgeous. Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me with your body.”
She cleared her throat and tugged on her arms. “If you don’t take your jeans off right this second and fuck me…”
He rose off her and chuckled. “You’ll do what, Christa?” He stood beside her, unbuttoning and then unzipping the denim. The bulge behind the zipper was prominent, and she licked her lips as he let his erection pop free in front of her for the first time.
After shrugging free of the last stitches of clothing, Mack stroked himself slowly from base to tip.
“Please.” She wasn’t too proud to beg.
He s
miled again. “So impatient.” He released his length to reach out and stroke her cheek, taking too long. His hesitation was infuriating.
“Mack…”
He turned to grab something from the bedside table and then held it up. A condom. Dammit. She’d been so far gone that she wouldn’t have thought of that. Finally, he climbed between her legs again as she watched him bob in front of her. Even though she’d had two orgasms, she wanted more. She wanted everything. She wanted it now. Her channel constricted at the thought of finally having him filling her. His fingers hadn’t been enough. Not deep enough.
Mack dropped down over her, his erection lining up with her sex. He blanketed her, his entire body pressing into her. It was comforting, and her trembling subsided as he cupped her face and kissed her lips gently. “I want to do everything. I want to disconnect your wrists so you can dig your fingers into my back. I want to flip you over and take you from behind while I hold your gorgeous hair in one hand. I want to drag you to the edge of the mattress, spread you open, and fuck you while I stand next to the bed. I want to do all those things and more. And I will. But this first time, I can’t wait any longer, and I’m going to thrust into you bound to my bed and watch your face while you come again around my cock.”
She couldn’t breathe or move or blink. His filthy words took her right back to the edge even though he wasn’t stroking her anywhere. His thickness nestled between her swollen lips was enough to impress upon her how good it was going to be. “Okay,” she whispered, hoping he meant now.
He kissed her again while he lodged the tip of his erection inside her, and then he thrust in to the hilt.
She gasped into his mouth, so full that the wind was knocked out of her.
And then he pulled out and did it again, the friction so delicious. There were no words for how good this was. How filling. Every nerve-ending alive.
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