by Alice Ward
It was the most glorious sound I’d ever heard.
“I promise.” I stood, lifted her out of her chair. The candles were still burning, and their scent had drifted into the living room, giving the entire penthouse an air of sensuality as I carried her through the rooms. I mentally forced myself to not register her heat — her skin, her body pressed against my chest, her arms coming up to go around my neck — until I carried her into the bedroom.
By the time I got us to the bedroom, I was reciting a mantra in my head. Go slow, Go slow. So I wouldn’t forget and get carried away, which was still possible.
I dimmed the lights, then gently laid her on the bed. As I stared down at her, she smiled back at me tentatively and propped herself up on her elbows.
“So?” Her face was full of sweet anticipation. “What now?”
I stripped off my shirt, wanting to be more open and exposed, to give her an advantage.
I laid down next to her and placed a finger to her lips. “How about I show you.” Leaning in, I began peppering those soft, plump lips with kisses. Something that could only be compared to a drug sped through my blood.
She responded well, thank god, kissing me back, letting me taste her mouth as I explored with my tongue.
I was growing so painfully hard, I knew if I didn’t take on my role as Dominant, I was going to lose control.
“I want you to take all these clothes off and wait here. I’ll be back.”
“Um, okay.”
I turned away, going to the dresser, so I wouldn’t have to look at her expression of hurt. Dammit, did she think I was going to romance her?
When I had what I needed, I came back to the bed, tossed four ties, a smallish tassel and a couple condoms onto the mattress.
Her eyes got so big it was nearly comical. But my cock was so hard, if I laughed I might come. She had great tits, and they were bouncing a little as she shimmied out of her dress. She hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath it. I groaned.
“W-what’s that for?” She paused, standing at the end of the bed with her dress near her knees, looking like she might pull it back up.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
Her baby blues locked with mine, her mouth opened in a silent question as she debated.
“Screaming from pleasure until you’re hoarse, coming up,” I reminded her.
If possible, her eyes went even wider, and she shoved her dress down and let it drop to the floor. When she hooked her fingers under the white lace of her panties, I changed my mind and signaled for her to stop. I wanted something to take off of her myself.
“Lie down on your back, spread your arms and legs.”
She got on the bed but stopped while she was still on her knees, nodding at the pile of ties. “You’re going to tie me up with those, aren’t you?”
“Here’s the deal. Not being able to touch you has put me on a hair trigger. I’m going to ease you into this slow, but you have to be able to take orders. You did well with the first one.” When her forehead creased, I reminded her. “Taking off your clothes.”
“I might have questions as we go.”
I blew out a breath. “I’ll explain. Questions are allowed, but no excessive talking.”
I lifted her leg, tied the first restraint around her ankle, looped it around the bedpost at the foot of the bed, and did the same with the other as she watched. Picking up the tassel, I touched it to the bottom of her foot, trying to be patient when she giggled and jerked.
“Did you tie me up to tickle me? Because I’m really ticklish, matter of fact—”
A growl came out of my mouth, effectively stopping her chatter. Taking the tassel, I ran it up over her ankle, around her calf to her knee, dipping inward and over her inner thigh, stopping just at the line of her panties when she gasped.
My eyes locked with hers and heat flared between us. “Not bad?”
She shook her head, her chestnut hair flying over the pillows.
I continued the tassel’s path, going over her hip, just tracing her mound, letting the leather strings tickle her abdomen, feeling my cock throb when her muscles went tight.
When I made it to her breasts and circled first one, then the other, I was breathing heavily. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” I usually didn’t talk during sex, so it surprised me when the words I’d been thinking popped out of my mouth.
She moaned, and I had to clench my teeth to stay focused. Picking up the last two ties, I wrapped them around her wrists and straddled her waist as I tied the first one loosely to the headboard post. Her chest was heaving when I looked back at her, her breasts thrust into the air. That had to stop. Because now I wanted to squeeze them together, press my cock between them. Maybe I would.
“Relax.”
That was what I liked about tying a woman up. I could do what I wanted, even things she would never have agreed to not tied up, and usually, she liked it. If she didn’t, I stopped. Now, though, I found myself wanting — even if I’d given an order — to make sure Ava was okay with what I was about to do.
I gave myself half of the fantasy, cupped her breast in my hand as I wrapped the final tie around the headboard, and let go to tie it.
“I want you.” Her words were so soft I barely heard them.
I looked more closely at her and saw there was a fine sweat on her upper lip. When my gaze landed on her parted lips, her hips rocked upward.
“Please.”
At her simple plead, everything I’d so carefully planned fell by the wayside, as the need to be inside her washed away everything else. I could feel myself shaking, for fuck’s sake, just from the sensation of my balls resting on her abs. Plan B.
“We may need to… fast forward a bit. What do you say?” Moving back until her pussy was just under my pulsing cock, I slowly ground into her mound as I watched her eyes roll upward. I could feel her moist pussy beneath my rock-hard erection through her thin silk panties. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
She undulated in response as I brought the tassel up her sternum, feathering it across her collarbone, up her neck, and to her lips. There, I stopped, pressed it to the soft skin of her lips so she could feel its smoothness. She puffed out a breath, sucked one in, drawing my attention back to her breasts.
“Fast forward,” she breathed and pulled on the restraints around her wrists.
Drawing on my usual restraint, I continued the tassel’s upward motion, sliding it across her cheek and up her hairline before lowering it down and between her breasts.
She moaned, and when she did, it slipped from my fingers, which widened almost of their own accord and wrapped around the undersides of her breasts. Squeezing, I gave in to my fantasy, pushing her ample mounds upward, letting my thumbs brush across her nipples.
When she moaned again, I couldn’t stop myself. I reached up, weaved my fingers through her hair, bringing my body closer to hers as I thrust against her pussy, my dick wanting to be inside of her, needing to be a part of her.
Her thighs lifted as far as the ties would let them, pressing on the sides of my hips, showing she was welcome and open to my movements so far, and I ground myself deeper into her center.
Her gorgeous breasts were now heaving in the soft, candle-like light, the sweet pink peaks of her nipples hardened into buds. She was an incredible beauty.
My hands found her hips, and I thrust her up against me, relieving a fraction of the tension.
She let out a nervous laugh, and I placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. I could feel her stress easing some. As I lightly pulsed my thick cock into her warm center, my mouth found hers again. My tongue dipped in and out until our tongues were dancing as our bodies found a rhythm, pumping against one another.
Her soft, fleshy breasts were pressed against my bare chest, and I didn’t think my cock could stand much more titillation. I gently moved my mouth down to her jaw, her neck, licking my way to a bare nipple, where I sucked it into my mouth, drawing it in hard.
I’d been ev
er so gentle with her — it was time to show her a little more of what I was about.
As I sucked on her nipple, feeling it turn to stone in my mouth, she writhed, pulling back some, trying to extract her nipple from the onslaught. I gave her a warning bite, short but firm, and she yelped, her wetness flooding my crotch.
“What are you doing?” she gasped breathlessly.
I lapped her aroused nipple, soothing it with my soft, warm tongue. “Giving you a taste.” Slowly, I slid my mouth over to the other nipple and paused just above it. “If I do anything you aren’t sure of, say ‘yellow.’ If I do anything you need me to immediately stop, say ‘red.’ Do you understand?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
I took her nipple between my teeth, biting just enough to have her arching up from the bed.
“More,” she whimpered, making me smile as I took one lick, then another, and blew cold air on it so that it was even more aroused.
“Do you like this?” I paused for a moment and stared into her gorgeous blues. I could tell the sensations of her body were taking over her ability to think. Good. I gave her nipple another slow, torturous lick. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.” Please don’t make me stop.
“Yes. Oh god, yes, I like it. Want more.”
But she still wasn’t ready. I wanted her to want it hard and rough.
“Hmmm,” I mused as I slid my finger down her stomach, then tucked it into her panties to find her slick and slippery with her need. “I think you’re telling the truth,” I teased as I scooped the other nipple into my mouth and sucked as she bucked and moaned. I sucked a little harder, not as hard as the first time, then bit again, just a nibble. When she yelped, I smoothed my tongue over her hot and ravaged skin.
“You’re doing great,” I encouraged. “Now lift up a little, so I can get all this off of you.” I took the silk between my fingers as my other hand lifted her hips, and yanked, snarling as the sound of ripping material filled the space between us.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ava
Every muscle in my body clenched as Lucas ripped my cute little white panties in two, tearing them from my body. I didn’t know if it was desire or panic I was feeling now, I’d never had a man be so rough yet so gentle at the same time.
Air refused to enter my lungs, and my hips rocked upward in response to the sudden breeze on my skin where there had been lace. His eyes were on me, and his gaze heated my insides.
He watched me as he stripped off his pants and boxers, picked up a foil packet, ripped it open, and began rolling the condom over his length. It gave me a second to take a breath, get my head together. I’d be a complete liar if I said I didn’t like what he was doing to me so far. It was amazing. I’d never had a lover ignite my body in such a thrilling way, but I was also still terrified. I reminded myself that nothing in his actions so far said he’d go farther than my comfort allowed. But being tied up made me vulnerable. Helpless. Something I’d never been.
Yet, I knew if I asked him to stop he would. I’d already learned that I could rely on Lucas to do what he said he was going to.
He looked at me seductively, his gray eyes liquid steel, molten with need. “Are you ready?”
I glanced down at his massive erection and nodded as my throat closed. Yes. God, yes, I was ready. Practically ready to weep, I was so ready.
He stayed where he was, his eyes traveling over my body. “I’m not.”
What?
A half groan, half laugh came out of me.
“I want to taste you.”
I sucked in a breath as he slid over top of me and swirled his tongue inside my navel, which made me squirm, testing the restraints. I could feel that I had gone so wet when he said he wanted to taste me that it was somewhat embarrassing. I wanted him inside me more than anything in the world at that moment. He was trying to go slow for my benefit, and I really appreciated it, but I suddenly knew what it actually felt like to be wild and unbridled. Completely out of character, I wanted to scream for him to fuck me, just please fuck me now for the sake of all that was good in the world.
I was more than ready when his gentle tongue made its slow migration south. He continued downward until his face reached the apex of my legs. The only sound in the room was my breath — fast — as he blew softly into my damp center. I closed my eyes, and his warm tongue lapped straight up my center. My hips tried to come up off the bed, but he held them down with his hands. Then he covered me with his mouth, slid his tongue between my sensitive outer folds. His finger joined in, burying itself deep inside.
I cried out, his finger at once filling a need and creating an even bigger one.
“I want you,” I rasped, pulling on the ties.
A look crossed his face that mirrored what I was feeling — overwhelmed, surprised, awed. But still, he licked, sucked, bit my sensitive flesh. He moved his finger inside me, adding a second, turning and curling them until I was sure I’d lose my mind.
I was going to come, and my body tightened in anticipation of the explosion. Then every bit of sensation was gone.
“No.” It was more of a wail than a word.
He grinned and held my eyes as he positioned himself on his knees between my legs. Sensitized beyond measure, I raised my hips to meet him, wishing I could run my hands over his bare thighs, feel the muscles straining there. Pulling my legs up as far as they would go while tied, he guided his cock through my wet heat, running up my center in a smooth glide.
“Ava, you feel so good.” Again, he glided through my slickness. Then without warning, he thrust himself inside me, pressing me down on the bed, hilting himself.
A sound came from my throat I didn’t know I could make. He pulled back, creating glorious friction, and thrust into me much harder than I’d expected, pushed in as far as he could go and held himself there. I gasped for air, feeling like he’d impaled me up to my neck and never wanting the sensation to end. Then as he pulled himself out with a deliberate slowness, as every nerve I possessed flamed, his rock-hard cock scraped across the skin of my vaginal walls. All the way out.
I whimpered.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“Uncomfortable?” It took me a second to realize he was referring to the restraints. While they sort of freaked me out, they were also a turn on. I’d much rather be able to touch him. However, I had a feeling he wouldn’t release me unless he thought the bonds caused me pain. “They are… a little tight,” I lied.
He hesitated above me, and I could see him debating. He wanted me tied — why, I didn’t know — but didn’t like making me uncomfortable. To help make up his mind, I wiggled a little and let out an “unh” sound, giving him my best actress skills to make him think it was involuntary due to slight pain.
Quickly, his hands loosened the ties on my hands and feet, and I was free.
With barely a warning, he slammed himself back in again. This time, although it hurt a little as he rammed inside, it somehow was a pain that made the pleasure even more so. Before, I hadn’t been able to get close enough to him, so now I buried my hands in his silky hair and pulled his head down to mine, found his mouth and plunged my tongue in. My inner walls tingled with sensation, winding tension within me like a knot.
This time, he thrust harder, and at the same time, his mouth left mine, found my breast, covered my nipple, and bit. Hard.
Spikes of shock went through me, and I came up off the bed, crying out and pulling his hair, gasping as I clenched around his cock in response. How could him inflicting pain turn me on? I wanted him to stop and soothe what he’d hurt. I wanted him to plunge into me again. I wanted to bite his shoulder. All of these conflicting emotions were foreign to me. I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Do you want to stop?” His voice held a tone of disappointment.
I was so relieved that he cared, was about to tell him to slow down, go easy, when I noticed how his face was flushed, the rosiness going over his neck an
d covering his chest. He was watching me intently, even as his jaw was tight, his muscles hard as rocks. He was using every bit of restraint he had. A desire ballooned in my gut, to do anything I could to make him feel good.
So I said, “God, no, Lucas. I want more. Give me more.”
The look on his face was my reward. “Spread your legs more.” He pressed my legs wider apart. It had been years since I’d taken a dance class, but I’d kept myself limber, so my legs spread pretty wide. I could tell he was impressed.
He eased himself in slowly this time while his finger worked my clit, sending lightning bolts all through my body. He stayed above me, his hands going beneath my hips, bringing them up to meet him as he plunged into me. This time, instead of going deep right away, he made tiny pulsating ruts that dug in deeper with each stroke, faster each time he entered and exited. As he gained speed, he also gained depth.
Arousal built inside me from my toes to my eyelashes. I sensed I was nearing a mind-blowing climax. It was clawing at my stomach, making me lose the ability to take in air. There was just one thing I needed. Touch. Needed his touch, the feel of his skin on mine.
I was at the peak of orgasm, just about to topple over the edge, when I reached up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled hard, surprising him. His chest met my breasts, and I wrapped my arms around his upper torso, moving my mouth over his neck, feeling the liquid heat inside me shiver, one beat from an explosion. It was beautiful, vulnerable—
Cold air rushed in when he stopped and withdrew from me. “No coming yet.”
A cry escaped my throat, and I had to bite my lip to keep from begging him. Something was wrong. Had I done something? I’d pressed us together, but…
“Turn over. Get on your knees, ass in the air,” he ordered as he lifted me, flipped me neatly, and repositioned me on my knees. “You can’t come until I give you permission.”
Permission to… come?
I forgave him the gruffness of his voice, his actions. I’d just hit on the key to cracking him open. That, and I could barely think. Needed his hard cock inside me, slicing me to pieces. I just needed to come, and now he wanted me to hold back? I wasn’t sure if I could wait once he was inside me again.
