“No,” he said evenly. I had the impression that if the answer had been different, he would have admitted it. “So what is it that freaks you out so much?”
During a leisurely dinner at a bistro, conversation had turned toward my panic attacks. I’d told him that my last two were when my car crashed and the first time he’d handcuffed me for rough oral sex. He’d dropped it, but apparently he hadn’t forgotten.
“It’s not the dark, though…” I shuddered.
Corbin set down the backpack that we’d been using in lieu of a suitcase. This was our last night out, and we would start making our way back to his mountain home the next day. The day after that, he would leave me, and I would return to my crappy, jobless life and try to be patient for the month he would be gone.
He unbuttoned the top of his black flannel shirt. I stared at the bit of hard male chest and wished he would undo a few more. He didn’t.
“So if I tie you up, you won’t panic?” he asked.
“You? No. But we’ve been playing with that.” I frowned and tried to look calm, as if this were a purely hypothetical conversation, but I couldn’t be sure it was. “Is this about tying me to the bed and… you know.”
One of his dark eyebrows hitched up. His dark hair had fallen in a messy swoop across his forehead, blown there by the wind during our post-dinner stroll. His face was still slightly reddened, windburned, giving him a roughened aspect. I imagined mine was as well. I didn’t care. I appreciated every minute I spent with Corbin, no matter how wrecked I looked.
“I want to hear you say it,” he said. His deep voice was halfway between a tease and a rumble, and it was completely sexy. The attentiveness in his gaze told me he wasn’t about to let this go. Well, it was better to talk dirty than to discuss my panic attacks, though I didn’t want to do either.
I exhaled, not hiding my exasperation. Corbin’s electric blue-green eyes narrowed slightly.
“You want to tie me to the bed and fuck me a lot and make me all messy with your man juice,” I said in an embarrassed and annoyed rush.
“Tie you to the bed and fuck you until your gorgeous pussy is swollen and reddened from my pounding. Come in you over and over until every breath you take makes you drip my come,” he said. He leaned up against a wall, those bulging arms of his crossed over his chest. “Might as well be specific,” he said without even a hint of a smile.
I didn’t need to reply. My head-to-toe blush had already said too much, and my body was saying something, too, and quite loudly; I mirrored Corbin’s pose, except that while he seemed relaxed, I suspected I came off as defensive and scared. “You have a filthy mouth, Corbin Lagos,” I said.
Dirty and sexy and way too hot. My attention drifted to his cheeks and jaw. He hadn’t bothered to shave since the morning before. Sure, it made his kisses burn in a more literal way, but it was worth it. It made him look a bit wild, a bit dangerous.
Hell, he always looked dangerous. But with all that stubble, he was lethal.
“Why are you staring at me?” I asked. Because he was, and it was making me very uncomfortable.
His gaze wandered slowly back up my body. “You’re beautiful,” he said. Like it was obvious. “What do you think would happen if I had you tied up for two hours? Would you panic?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“If the lights were out?”
I hesitated, thinking about it. Unfortunately, just the thought of being restrained in full darkness was enough to make my lower lip tremble. Corbin saw it—no way he missed it. Not him. But he waited for me to answer.
“Would you leave me alone?” My chest had gotten tight. “I wouldn’t think it’s sexy,” I said. “Please don’t do that.”
His lips dipped in a momentary frown. “I won’t. Just trying to get an idea of what the trigger actually is.”
“Loss of control, partially,” I said.
His answering smile was confident—and a little wicked. “It’s not loss of control, baby.”
I turned partially away because just his voice saying those words was giving me dirty thoughts, making me warm and wet. “Well, it sounds like you have a theory,” I said, my words a bit more caustic than I had intended.
He crossed the room to wrap me close to him, and I relaxed fully into his embrace with a sigh.
“Try to get away,” he said.
“What?”
He squeezed me tighter. If the intent was to make me feel trapped in a bad way, he’d failed. The twisty, restless clenching feeling that had started between my legs had spread through my whole body.
I tried to struggle out of his grasp, but I could barely move. The feel of his hard, long body pressed up against me was all the foreplay I’d ever need. When Corbin touched me, it was like I’d gained an additional sense; the world became more vivid, more real.
“You’re not trying,” he said in a husky growl. He tightened his embrace, driving the air from my lungs. “Try to get away.”
He relaxed enough that I could breathe, but all I could smell was the scent of him. There was that spicy aftershave, which I now knew he wore even when he didn’t shave—I’d learned a lot about him after spending so much time together the past few days.
I inhaled, breathing him in. I could practically summon his scent on command, but I didn’t need to now, not when he was so close. What I liked most of all was his natural maleness. It seemed to emanate from every pore. It was, essentially, Corbin, and I would have recognized it anywhere, no matter how much time had passed since I’d last seen him.
Not wanting to annoy him—which would likely lead to me being denied the sex that I very desperately wanted—I followed his order. I tried to struggle away from him.
It was pointless. Corbin was muscular even for an athletic man. With his huge arms locked around me, I was wholly at his mercy.
“Are you feeling panicked?” he asked.
“No,” I sighed.
“Are you in control?”
The answer to that was, of course, no. But I disliked having to admit it. “Kind of. I have my safe word.”
“Use your safe word right now. I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go.”
Corbin laughed and released me, though not quickly, and the slide as his body moved away was unbearably sensual.
“So?” I admitted as I struggled to tamp down my raging lust. “It’s not strictly loss of control. Maybe I’m just loony. Maybe it’s a chemical thing.”
Corbin frowned as he reached for the bottom of my shirt. He pulled it over my head and tossed it at a chair. I felt my exposed skin tighten in reaction to the loss of warmth, but then Corbin stroked his fiery hands down my neck, between my breasts and onto the flat of my stomach.
“I’m going to blindfold you, tie you up,” he said. “Remove the rest of your clothes.”
It wouldn’t do any good to protest, so I unzipped my jeans and worked them down my thighs, kicked them away. Next I unhooked my black bra and slid off my panties. I tossed them both onto my jeans so they wouldn’t touch the floor.
I stood there, shivering slightly, my nipples hard, my pussy warmly wet yet cool where the ambient air touched my bare skin. When I looked up, Corbin was watching closely. His eyes were half-lidded. I wondered if he was thinking about spanking me, about taking me from behind, about ordering me to my knees to worship and service his huge dick. The longer he watched, the more my mind supplied possible scenarios. My breath sped up, trying to keep pace with my pulse, it seemed like.
With a smile, Corbin tore his eyes away and went to the backpack. When he straightened, I was surprised; I had expected him to restrain me first, but instead, he came at me with a silky black sash that gleamed in the faint light. I raised my eyes toward his. He was so serious.
“I don’t see why you even care,” I said. “When’s the next time I’ll be in a ditch on a dark, snowy night?”
“Maybe I’m doing it for me,” he said. “Maybe I want to see you confro
nt your limits. Watching you fight and conquer your fears is sexy.” Everything darkened as he tied the sash around my eyes.
Corbin adjusted the blindfold, and then everything was truly dark. I realized that this wasn’t just a piece of cloth; there were padded bits for the eyes. It shut out all the light.
And even though I knew I wasn’t in a coffin, or any sort of box, that I was in an airy, spacious hotel room and that nothing bad could ever happen to me so long as Corbin was nearby, the dreaded and too-familiar tightening of my throat and chest started.
“I can see your panic,” Corbin said. His voice was steady, a rock for me to lean on, and I turned my head toward him, as if doing so would make him visible.
“How?” I said, speaking the word as I inhaled so that it came out as “ow.”
“The skin on your chest and cheeks.” He pushed his palm flat against the space just above my breasts. “Your breathing changed. Your body is rigid.” His large hands worked up my shoulders. One of them slid around to the back of my neck. The other cupped my chin, raising it toward him.
I felt his breath, warm on my lips, a moment before he kissed me. My nascent fear had chased away my horniness, but Corbin brought it back with a vengeance. Blindfolded, the world really was reduced to him. Except there was no reduction. It was like he had expanded, had become everything.
His tongue swept past my lips, and I eagerly opened to him, ready to return his kiss but overwhelmed by the way he penetrated me, his tongue thrusting, exploring, claiming.
I disliked not being able to see his face, to see that he was enjoying it, that I was having an effect on him as well. So I groped sloppily for his pants. My hand settled on the significant bulge, and I squeezed him hard, knowing I couldn’t hurt him but wanting to pull a groan out of him anyway.
He moved away. “I’m going to tie your arms to the bedposts, then your legs.” He took my hands in his and led me forward. Then he went behind me and helped me onto the bed. The comforter was silky under my knees and palms.
“There,” he said. “One second.”
I heard fabric moving, and then felt a series of tugs at the comforter underneath my hands. I moved them, then, a moment later, my knees, and found myself on the softest, most luxurious sheets I had ever touched.
Just the glide of them against my skin felt like a sin. But then I realized Corbin had stopped moving, and I didn’t know if he was staring at my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together.
In fact, I didn’t know where he was at all. But he couldn’t have left. I would have heard him walking away. My breath hitched in my chest.
“On your back.”
I turned over, tracking his voice, willing him to touch me, not to drag this out forever. Having a panic attack in front of Corbin was a pretty big mood kill. It had only happened the one time, briefly, but that had been more than enough.
Luckily, he took my wrist in his hand. I felt a silken, tightly braided rope looping around my wrist, then he straightened my arm over my head and to the side. He tied me so that while my arm rested comfortably along the pillows, I couldn’t move it more than an inch or two. The same fate befell my other wrist.
“Open your legs,” he said. “Wide as you can.”
This wasn’t my favorite thing under the best of circumstances. It made me feel exposed, awkward and silly. I wished I could see his face, see what he was looking at.
Telling myself that he was surely busy preparing the restraints, I slowly spread my legs on the silky, satiny sheets.
“Nice,” Corbin said, ruining my fantasy about being unobserved. An uncontrollable grimace stiffened my face, and Corbin laughed. “I’m going to have hours to stare at your pussy,” he said. “You might as well get used to it.”
“Hours?” I said.
He was rougher as he fastened my legs to the posts, though I did have a relatively generous four or five inches of movement.
“What, are you worried about running out of rope?” I grumbled.
“You’re tied up and blindfolded, yet even that isn’t enough to stop you from mouthing off.”
I bit my tongue, worried he would gag me if I provoked him.
For a few moments, I thought I might actually get through this without too much trouble. So long as I focused on Corbin, on the things he might do to me, I was fine. But as he remained still and quiet, the lack of distraction screwed with my mind.
I swallowed and tried to pull my arms in, an involuntary movement that set off a tremor of panic. It wasn’t that I’d forgotten I was tied up, but now I felt it.
I opened my mouth to gulp in air but… I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t see.
And, within moments, couldn’t breathe.
The muscles in my stomach and chest forced air into and out of my lungs in jerky fits. Soon I was choking in deep breaths, then faster and faster until I felt my lips and nose turn cold, and my fingers began to clench into cold fists.
“I’m here,” Corbin said.
Knowing that wasn’t enough to counteract the hyperventilation. And I couldn’t speak. Using my safe word would have been as impossible as jumping off the bed and executing a series of backflips.
Corbin leaned over me. I felt his heat. “You’re safe,” he said. “Stay with me.”
He kissed me, fast… a tease. But suddenly something besides panic was coursing through me, and when he kissed me again, it was longer, and miraculously, the anxiety waned, so suddenly that it almost felt like it had never been there at all.
The third kiss left me gasping with desire for him, and when I tried to move my arms, it wasn’t to wrap them around myself… but to grab onto him.
I felt the mattress shift slightly, and then Corbin was between my legs. I assumed that he knelt there, and I could practically imagine him, his thick quads flexed, his long, heavy cock full and hard. In my mind’s eye, I could even see every rippling muscle in his perfect torso and stomach.
He came down over me, and I felt the head of his cock prodding between my legs. I was wet but not soaked; the panic had done that. But still he pressed forward, and bliss ripped through me as his cock did the work of opening my slit for fucking via little thrusts that stretched me. Pleasure mounted in me from the teasing promise of having him inside… just the head of his cock had me moaning little pleas for him to give me more.
It was the slow rhythm that did me in, the gentle tease combined with the tightness of my channel. I gasped, tried to shove my hips toward him, but he didn’t give in until after my orgasm had subsided.
By the time he was fully seated inside me, my entire body was convulsing lightly again. I had come from nothing but the pleasure of Corbin penetrating my slightly unprepared pussy, and I craved more.
“You…” He kissed my neck. “Feel…” His arms were on either side of me, squeezing me underneath him. “So…” He kissed under my chin. “Amazing.” He kissed my mouth, forcing my lips apart so that his tongue could conquer my mouth the way his cock had claimed every inch of my sex.
That made me tighten around him, and I felt another orgasm welling up. Thank goodness for how roughly he kissed me, barely giving me time to breathe, or I would have confessed my feelings for him again. So many times during our mini-vacation, I’d almost confessed to my lie in the safe house, confessed that I did love him. I’d managed to resist so far, and every time I had been relieved once the hormones ebbed out of my bloodstream.
But this… handing over all the power to him. I trusted him with everything. If he had asked me to marry him, to run away and be his assassin groupie, I would have done it, would have allowed myself to tumble headlong into the insanity of losing myself completely in another person.
I didn’t even care about his faults, about the things he had done, the things he had almost done. He was the one for me. The only one. I knew it, and if I could just be patient, everything would come together. I believed that.
It was easy to feel secure and trusting when the weight of him was over me and I was ti
ed up and blindfolded. But this wasn’t the real world, and I couldn’t do things that might mess up what we had.
“I’m going to fuck you now, to come inside you,” he whispered coarsely into my ear. I felt his cock pulsing inside of me. It was like a force of nature that he controlled, and he was going to unleash it inside me.
He began to roll his hips, and now I was so wet, gushing and slippery, that he moved as easily inside me as he ever could given his substantial girth.
With my vision blocked, I could only focus on the swollen ridges of his cock, the width of the base of him at the end of each stroke. My muscles clamped around his shaft, but it didn’t slow him.
“More,” I whispered.
He laughed so quietly it was more an inhalation. “If you knew how good you feel… you would think I was the submissive one.”
It was a nice sentiment, except then he slammed his hips down, making me writhe on his cock. It completely negated what he had just said. I was at his mercy. He drilled hard, his forearms and biceps tightening around my head, squeezing my shoulders, molding me underneath him.
If I could have spread my legs farther, I would have. I needed to give him everything he wanted, and right now he wanted to pump me full of come. I raised toward him as much as I could.
My back arched, too, and my neck, exposing my throat to him. Submission. I wasn’t submissive except for this one man.
He drove in deep, almost hurting me with his iron length, and our bodies were pressed so tightly together that I felt as well as heard the animal-like growl that erupted from his throat. He held me immobile, and he himself barely moved—just his tensely thrusting hips and his cock pumping inside of me, making me wetter, filling me up.
Corbin heaved a long, satisfied sigh, then he pushed himself away from me. A strangled cry escaped my throat at the loss of him.
I knew he was probably staring at my pussy, and I guessed it was how he’d said it would be: reddened, swollen, dripping. His hands started at my knees and slid up my thighs.
One of his large thumbs pressed across my slit, slick with him. The other slipped up between my wet folds and came to rest on my clit.
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