Treasure Me (One Night with Sole Regret Book 10)

by Olivia Cunning

“Does that feel okay?”

  “Feels great.” His hand moved to his cock of its own accord. “Everything about you turns me on. Did you know that?”

  She lifted a brow at him. “Everything about me?”

  “At the moment? Yes, everything.”

  “I was going to do your other leg next, but if you’re going to cheat and touch yourself, I should probably work on your arms.”

  “Are you sure this is cheating?” He pulled his hand up and down his length slowly, shuddering as the intensity of his pleasure overwhelmed him.

  “Definitely cheating.” She leaned over his lap to draw the tip of his cock into her hot, wet mouth.

  His back arched in bliss as she sucked him gently, and he stroked his shaft in rapid strokes. He’d be coming in seconds at this rate, and so far all she’d done was tie one leg. She released her suction with a little popping sound and covered his hand with hers to still its motion.

  “That’s enough cheating.”

  She reached for the black rope he’d been using to teach her and looped it around his wrist. With a bit of careful manipulation and his complete cooperation, she tied his hand—palm flat against his hip—so that the V formed between his thumb and forefinger was inches from his now-throbbing cock.

  “This really makes me want to touch myself,” he murmured, taking his cock in his unbound hand.

  She pinched his nipple, which sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through his chest. “You’re cheating again.”

  “If you’d stop being so fucking sexy, I might be able to control myself.”

  “Well, that isn’t happening,” she said with a grin, “so I guess the ropes will have to keep you in line.”

  She tied his free hand down on the other side of his cock. The tips of his thumbs were just touching above it, but no amount of stretching would allow him to grasp his dick in his fist. She stared down at her first work of bondage.

  “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she murmured, circling his cock with one hand. She lifted her chin and stared into his eyes as she stroked his length. His hands twitched, fingers curling as best they could in their helpless positions on either side of his arousal. He wanted nothing more than to cover her hands and make her jerk him off with the same firm tug that Owen used. Yeah, that was what he wanted right now, a strong grip yanking him quickly to orgasm. Dawn’s slow, gentle touch was driving him insane.

  “Harder,” he said, his voice harsh and strained as he tried to twist his body with one leg tied, and attempted rather gracelessly to thrust into her hand.

  “You need to give yourself over to me,” she said. “Allow me and the ropes to provide all of your pleasure.”

  She was right, but he struggled with the idea of relinquishing control and wasn’t sure why. He’d struggled with giving up control the first several times Toshi had tied him, and those experiences hadn’t had the added sexual component. All the arousal Kellen had felt with the Shibari master had been in his head. Kellen’s homoerotic fantasies of Toshi tying him and making him entirely helpless so he could fuck him had never come to fruition because the Shibari master had never wanted him in a sexual capacity. Toshi would never have used bondage to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want. But if Kellen had been fantasizing about being forced, it wasn’t truly rape. Or was it? There was a fuzzy gray line there, but it didn’t matter because his teacher had never crossed it.

  Kellen, however, had come dangerously close to crossing that line when he had Owen tied and at his mercy.

  Kellen shook his head, rejecting mental images of his friend tied and helpless, reminding himself that he was now the one in that position. He needed to calm the fire within himself quickly and focus on the moment, not on past experiences left unfulfilled. A woman had never tied him before, and he planned to enjoy every minute of her experimentation.

  If he could just manage to get out of his own head and his own way, he was sure the experience would be far more enjoyable and exciting than being dominated by a man. He wasn’t even attracted to men. Not usually.

  Kellen closed his eyes and shut off his mind, concentrating on sensation instead of unattainable fantasies. Dawn’s gentle touch was beguilingly pleasurable. The ropes around his wrists and waist, shin and thigh, and especially the knot against his instep delighted his nerve endings. A moan escaped his throat as he stopped fighting and started feeling.

  “That’s better,” Dawn murmured. Her breath warmed the head of his cock just before she took it into the satiny recesses of her mouth.

  He couldn’t help but rub the foot of his unbound leg against the tangled sheets as she stroked and sucked him. It was the one appendage not at her mercy, the one part of him that he had some control over, that and his neck he realized as he tossed his head back and forth, some stupid part of him still fighting for control.

  Without a word, Dawn released his cock, giving the opening at its tip a gentle probe with her tongue before reaching for another rope. She shifted position to work on his free leg, tying it the same way she’d tied the other one. He found his ankles tied together and his knees slightly bent, the angle supported by the suspending lengths of rope. If he pushed his knees closer together, he did have quite a bit of give in the ropes, but doing so tugged at his ankles painfully, so he went still and allowed the ropes to support him. He felt almost weightless. If not for the bed at his back, he could have been floating.

  “Not bad at all for your first piece of work,” he said to Dawn.

  She ignored his compliment and took a thin length of plastic twine into her hands. “I hope you’re feeling kinky,” she said with what he could only take as an evil grin.

  For a moment, his trust faltered. He was helpless; she could do anything to him. But then he decided he was willing to take whatever she dished out, so he said, “Do your worst, baby.”

  She tied several small knots in one end of the stretchy twine, each about an inch apart. When she finished, she pressed the end-most knot into the underside of the base of his cock. Stretching the knotted twine up the bottom of his shaft, she positioned each knot along the ridge there until she reached the rim of his head, and then she began to wrap his cock with twine to hold those devastating knots in place. Fascinated, he watched as his entire cock was encased within the stretchy black cord until nothing but the head was visible. The tightness of her handiwork had him gasping for air. And those knots? They felt so good, they almost hurt. When she reached the base of his cock with the coiling twine and secured it in place, she met his eyes.

  “I hope you’re feeling exceptionally kinky,” she said.

  Kinkier than having his cock encased in twine?

  When she threaded three large beads onto the free end of her cord, he bit his lip. He’d bought those beads and the twine for her, but hadn’t gotten around to using them because he wanted his cock, rather than any object, inside her. He had a suspicion about where she was going to put those beads, but maybe he was giving her kink too much credit.

  The cord tightened against his balls, separating them to either side of the soft and pliable twine. He gasped at the added sensation, paralyzed with pleasure; his thoughts scattered and were no longer coherent. He then felt something hard and smooth against his ass, and if he hadn’t been tied, he’d likely have sprung off the bed.

  “Easy,” she said. “We haven’t gotten to the kinky part yet.”

  What?

  A bead pressed against his never-before-penetrated asshole, and with a little manipulation and persistence, she used two fingertips to work it inside him.

  It was official. Dawn O’Reilly was far kinkier than he had ever aspired to be.

  “Wait.” He gasped brokenly as she pushed a second bead inside him.

  “One more,” she whispered, rubbing the third bead around his hole.

  God, he wanted it.

  “Okay,” he said.

  When she popped it into his ass, his entire body jolted and began to quiver uncontroll
ably. He could feel the beads inside him, foreign and invasive. Dawn pressed a hand against the underside of his cock, which tightened the rope to rub against the seam of his balls and simultaneously tug at the beads in his ass. One almost popped free—almost—but she shifted his cock down and his body tugged it right back inside.

  “Fuck me,” he swore as pleasure sensors he never knew existed ignited. He was pretty sure he was coming, but the binding wrapped around his overstimulated cock wouldn’t allow him to erupt.

  “I’m not sure this next part will work,” she said, “but I’m going to try.”

  There was more? How could there possibly be more?

  Gasping and caught in an endless orgasm, Kellen tried to puzzle through Dawn’s drenching his encased cock with lube. Then she straddled him, taking a moment to find places for her legs among his bound appendages and the ropes. With a hand between their bodies, she took his now slippery, still-tied cock into her hand and pressed it into her hot pussy. If he hadn’t been coming before, he was definitely coming now. Due to the ropes, she was forced to lean forward until their bellies touched as she rode him. That position happened to stretch taut the rope tying his cock to his ass. Each motion of her body threatened to pop a bead free, but it held and held and held. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Was it possible to die from pleasure?

  “Oh. Oh yes,” Dawn cried, riding him faster, harder. “This feels amazing.”

  He’d have agreed if he could remember how to speak.

  He wasn’t even sure what she was doing any longer. He could only concentrate on physical sensation. Most of it was pleasure, but some pain, a bit of friction and tugging and release and being held back from that same release. And God he was hot and shaking and had the shivers and goosebumps. Every muscle in his body was tight. His mind was free of all thought. And . . . fuck, he was surely dying.

  He wasn’t sure when she finished, but suddenly she wasn’t on top of him any longer. The beads in his ass were yanked free, each releasing a burst of ecstasy. Kellen cried out as he came again, or had he ever stopped coming? The tightness around his cock loosened, and then a firm hand circled his bare cock and tugged and tugged and tugged, pulling every drop of cum from his body. Finally, relief. Blessed release. And it had never felt so good in his life.

  He didn’t even realize words were erupting from his mouth until the hand went still and Dawn said, “Owen?” She slapped him hard on his belly. “Did you really just call his name?”

  What?

  Chapter Eight

  While Dawn had been orchestrating one of the most exhilarating and liberating sexual experiences of her rather sheltered life, her partner had been fantasizing about another person. A man! Now wasn’t that just perfect? She should have known things were going too well between her and Kellen. She was pretty sure he was on the right track with moving past Sara, but instead of focusing his newly freed devotion on Dawn, he’d instead diverted it to Owen.

  “I didn’t really call Owen’s name, did I?” Kellen said in a voice so low and quiet, she scarcely heard him over the roar of the blood rushing through her head.

  “Yeah. Several times.” She repeated his words, now likely scored into her memory for the rest of her life. “Oh yes, Owen. Make me come. Owen. Owen!”

  He burst out laughing, and she wasn’t sure if it was a nervous reaction or if he actually thought it was funny to call his best friend’s name while she’d been stroking his cock. Hell, she’d been concerned that his angry-looking dick wouldn’t survive the force of his ejaculation, and he hadn’t even been thinking about the person actually responsible for that orgasm.

  “That’s just perfect,” he muttered when his laughter died down.

  “Is there something you want to tell me?” she said, sinking down beside him on the bed. She considered running off and leaving him to waste away tied up on her bed, but she liked this guy. Really liked him. And if he was secretly having an affair with a man, she’d be devastated. She silently prayed that there was another reason behind his slipup. In the throes of ecstasy she’d once called her lover by her long-time crush’s name, not because she’d actually wanted to be with Pierre but because she’d been fantasizing about him while her bore-in-the-sack boyfriend was making love to her.

  Oh shit.

  “Are you and Owen lovers?”

  “Of course not,” he said.

  “Of course not? That’s your response?”

  He released a forlorn sigh. “Untie me, and I’ll explain.”

  “Explain and then I’ll untie you.” She figured if she untied him, he’d rush off and she’d never get a decent answer out of him.

  “I think I’m mixed up because I’ve only ever been tied up by one person. And it happened to be a man.”

  “Owen tied you up?” He’d already told her about Toshi, the man who’d taught him Shibari, but then that would mean two different men had tied him, so that didn’t make sense. But he’d clearly been thinking of Owen, not Toshi.

  “No. Owen’s never tied me, but I have tied him.”

  “Did you take advantage of him when he was defenseless?”

  “No.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just touched him. But we’ve been jacking each other off for years, so it doesn’t mean anything.”

  Of course that meant something. Was he really that dumb or just in denial?

  Dawn’s tongue felt thick in her mouth. She couldn’t even close her jaw. “What?”

  “After Sara died, I needed relief, and sometimes Owen helped me out with a little handy. It was only fair that I helped him out too, right?”

  Dawn’s head was shaking, but she wasn’t doing it consciously. She was so shocked by what he was saying—shocked that he didn’t see the deeper issue—that her body was on autopilot. And her thoughts were in hyperdrive.

  “That’s not something friends do,” she said.

  “I know that. I’ve always struggled mentally with the physical part of our relationship, but it feels so good. It’s the only real form of sexual release I’ve had until just recently.” His fingers twitched, and had he been untied, she was certain he’d be reaching for her. “Please don’t let this come between us. I’m not sure I can take another heartbreak.”

  “I’m not letting anything come between us,” she said, her disbelief rapidly turning to rage. Was he really trying to place blame on her for the sudden and unexpected differences between them? She would not put up with that sort of bullshit. “You’re the one fantasizing about your best friend while you’re coming.”

  “Your grip was so solid, so firm, I guess I lost track of who was touching me.”

  “You are not putting any blame on me for this, Kellen Jamison. I won’t let you.”

  He sighed but didn’t drop his gaze. His eyes bored into hers until she had no choice but to believe him. To trust him.

  “I don’t blame you, sunshine. And I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

  “But if you want him, that will hurt me, if not now, then at some point in the future.”

  “I don’t want him.”

  She could see the sincerity in his dark eyes. His honesty and frankness were two of his most appealing traits. But some part of her couldn’t believe him. She didn’t doubt that Kellen believed that he didn’t want Owen, but greater convictions than sexual fantasies had been built upon false theories.

  “Then what is it?” She rubbed a hand up her chilled arm. “I still don’t understand.”

  He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to the ceiling. “It’s being tied. It makes me crave the touch of a man.” His intense gaze met hers again, and his passion for life, for her, blazed fiercely in his eyes. “Do you think I want to feel that way when the most gorgeous woman in existence is giving me more pleasure than I can handle? You are amazing, Dawn. Everything about you is amazing. And I’m sorry. For everything I’ve ever done that has hurt you, I’m sorry.”

  He was sorry? What good did that do? Frustrated and more hurt than she
cared to admit, she climbed from the bed and slipped her free-flowing sundress over her head. She then cut the ropes off his right wrist with the scissors and left him there to free himself. She wasn’t disgusted by his fantasies; she thought they were downright sexy. But if Kellen was actually in love with Owen and simply didn’t realize it, she didn’t stand a chance at holding Kellen’s attention. The two men had a long history of friendship and support. Hell, they basically shared a life. Being on the road together for their careers, spending all their at-home free time together, being cared for by the same family made them more like a couple than most couples in her book. The only parts of couplehood they didn’t share were sex and romantic love. Or so she’d thought. They had apparently shared some sex—maybe not full out dick-in-ass gay sex, but still . . . It seemed likely that their next step was romantic love.

  Not knowing how she’d even gotten outside, Dawn stirred up sand as she scrambled over the dunes to the beach. Maybe she should just drown herself; then she wouldn’t have to sort through the jumble of her thoughts and emotions.

  Why did the most alluring man she’d ever met have to be so fucking complicated? She kicked at the sand in her path, hoping her feet knew where to take her, because her head and her heart were obviously leading her in the wrong direction.

  “Dawn!” Kellen’s voice carried across the dunes. “Please. I really need to talk about this.”

  He needed to talk about this? Just like he needed help getting over Sara. Just like he needed to tie her up in order to fuck her. Yeah? Well, what about what she needed?

  “Don’t follow me!” she yelled, not knowing if he were even attempting to do so. She couldn’t see where she was going through the unwanted tears blurring her vision. She didn’t realize how close she was to the water until a warm wave washed over her bare feet.

  Something squished beneath her toes, and stinging pain wrapped around her ankle and shot up her leg. She cried out and tumbled onto the beach, ripping the offensive jellyfish tentacle from her smarting flesh and tossing the vile creature back into the water. Tears of anguish mingled with those of emotional turmoil, and she wrapped her arms around her shin, wanting to coddle her wound but afraid to actually touch it.