Pleasure Bound

by Carew, Opal

  Ty,

  I need your help. Please come over and let yourself in.

  Marie

  Odd that Marie would leave him a note when she could have simply waited for him to answer the door. And why type the note on the computer rather than write it by hand? He walked into the kitchen. What kind of help did she need that she couldn’t have asked Zeke for? After all, the guy had been over just last night.

  Probably all night.

  His gut tightened at the thought of Zeke over there in bed with Marie. Making love to Marie. Zeke had stolen Ashley from Ty years ago and now he’d stolen Marie. God damn it. Why the hell did he have to show up now and ruin everything?

  He grabbed Marie’s key from the drawer then headed down the hall. He knocked, but she didn’t answer, so he let himself in, as she’d instructed.

  “Marie?” he called. When she didn’t answer, he walked into the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. “Marie?” he called again.

  The fur-ball trotted into the kitchen, meowing loudly. Ty noticed a note on the counter and before he could pick it up, the cat bounded onto the countertop and sat on it, then thrust its head against Ty’s hand. Ty picked up the animal and petted it absently as he glanced at the piece of paper.

  I’m in the bedroom.

  Ty’s heart rate doubled at the thought of Marie inviting him into her bedroom. His cock twitched, but he pushed aside lusty thoughts, knowing this might not be what he was hoping it was. He strode down the hall and peered into her spare bedroom. The computer was turned off and the room was empty. He continued down the hall, and noticed a note on her bedroom door.

  Come in.

  A quiver raced through him. All kinds of exciting ideas scurried through his head, but he thrust them aside, unwilling to get his hopes up.

  He pushed the door open.

  * * *

  Marie heard the key in the lock of her apartment door. Oh God, was that Ty, or had Zeke come back? Then she heard Ty call her name.

  What would Ty think when he saw her? She felt her cheeks burn. Plagued with second thoughts, she wished she could scurry from the bed and hide.

  When Zeke first told her that he was going to send Ty in here, she’d balked, but the reality was that she had wanted Ty for a long time. Zeke knew Ty well and assured her Ty would be up for it.

  She remembered that first morning-after in her apartment when Zeke had playfully talked her through a threesome with Ty as Zeke had made love to her. As he’d fucked her, he’d told her to imagine her neighbor’s cock gliding into her as he watched from the chair. He’d had her repeat Ty’s name, making it more real. Later in the fantasy, Zeke had told her to imagine both men pumping into her at the same time.

  Her insides quivered in need.

  Did Zeke hope to watch in real life like he had in the fantasy? To convince Ty to fuck her while he watched, then join them?

  Ty called her name again, closer this time. She heard his footsteps in the hallway outside her bedroom. Oh God, what would Ty think when he saw her?

  This whole thing was crazy—hands-down the craziest thing she’d ever done. But at the same time, it was also the most thrilling. She’d never felt so decadent … and so aroused in her entire life.

  She remembered the heat in Ty’s eyes when he looked at her sometimes. She was sure the attraction between them was mutual. When he saw her like this, would he find it as much of a turn-on as she did? And would he act on his attraction?

  She drew in a deep breath as the door pushed open. God, she hoped so.

  * * *

  “Marie,” Ty called as he pushed open the door.

  He froze at the sight of Marie, totally naked and spread-eagled on the bed. His cock lurched to attention as he took in her bare breasts, her long slender legs, and a large round purple bow, about six inches in diameter, strategically placed on her pelvis, attached to a piece of notepaper jutting below.

  Then he realized she was gagged and bound.

  “Oh my God, Marie, are you all right?”

  There were no sheets or blankets in sight to cover her, so he tugged off his T-shirt as he raced toward the bed ready to free her. Then he slowed down. What if he had just walked in on the middle of a kinky sex session with her and Zeke? He might walk in any second.

  “Am I … intruding? Is Zeke here?”

  He did not want to run into Zeke.

  A memory of Ashley, bound and gagged, both he and Zeke pumping into her, flashed through his mind, followed by a surge of anger. At Zeke. At Ashley. At himself. God damn it, if Zeke walked in here right now, Ty would probably pound him one.

  Marie shook her head, her gaze locked on his naked chest with hunger in her eyes. He continued to the bed and laid his T-shirt across her breasts. Her beautiful round, ripe breasts, the nipples puckered into hard tips. He sat down beside her and reached around behind her hair to remove the gag, but she shook her head and nodded downward. Toward the note.

  He reached for the note, then realized he’d better leave it where it was. He shifted down the bed and gazed at the computer script.

  Ty,

  I am hot and wet and ready for you.

  I want you to touch me. Everywhere.

  I am your love slave.

  Take me!

  His insides quivered as his cock twitched. His gaze flicked to Marie’s. Her cheeks had stained crimson, but as he gazed at her, her sky blue eyes darkened. He reached behind her head and unfastened the gag, despite her protesting sounds. He drew it from her mouth and noticed it was a cockhead gag, which sent his tortured cock into another bout of twitching.

  He wanted to ask her if Zeke had talked her into this, but if she answered yes, he wouldn’t be able to go through with it and, right now, he could think of nothing else but running his hands all over her delightful naked body.

  “Marie, did you write this note?”

  “Every word is true.”

  So Zeke wrote it, but she was going along with it. Was this a lark for her? Sexual experimentation? Or had Zeke played the role of her Master and ordered her to do this? Could it be that Marie was a natural sub who couldn’t say no to her Master?

  The thought that Zeke had orchestrated this made Ty angry, but his cock still throbbed with need. Damn it, he had to walk away. He couldn’t let himself be pulled into this, no matter how much he wanted to touch her. To make sweet passionate love to her. He could not let Zeke use Marie to make up for the past. It wasn’t fair to Marie, and … he sucked in a breath as he tried to ignore the almost overwhelming urge to push aside all reason and simply give in to his intense desire for her … Damn it, he just couldn’t let Zeke control her this way. If Ty was going to be with Marie, it would be her choice, not Zeke’s.

  “Ty, I’m very attracted to you.”

  “Marie, are you saying this because you’re following Zeke’s orders in a Domination role-playing scenario?”

  “No,” she murmured.

  His gaze locked on the tip of her tongue as it glided over her full lips, leaving them glistening.

  “I want you,” she said, “and I think the feeling is mutual.”

  Her words set his head spinning. His gaze locked with hers. Knowing she was attracted to him, too, sent hunger raging through him. This put a whole new light on things. She wanted him.

  He stroked her long brown hair behind her ears, loving the feel of her silky skin under his fingertips.

  “You have no idea how much.”

  She smiled. “Then how about you put the gag back in.”

  * * *

  Ty picked up the gag, then paused to gaze at her lovely full lips. He leaned down and captured those lips, then glided his tongue into her silken depths. Heaven. He explored her warmth, his hands cupping her soft cheeks.

  It was pure heaven. To touch her. To kiss her.

  And his cock throbbed at the thought of what else he’d soon do.

  He drew away and smiled at her, then he pushed the cockhead back into her mouth and fastened the gag into place.


  “You want me to touch you everywhere?”

  She nodded, her eyes twinkling. He grasped his T-shirt, loosely draped over her breasts, and slowly dragged it aside, watching as more and more of her delicate flesh became visible. The swell of her breast, then a hard dusky rose nipple. Another rising mound. Another hard nub.

  The T-shirt dropped to the floor, leaving both of her breasts visible. Her chest rose and fell as she drew in deep breaths.

  He smiled and reached for the note, with the bow attached, and picked them up. His gaze locked on her naked pussy. Shaved. Except for a tiny heart-shaped patch of curls at the top. Oh man, he wanted to run his fingertip through those curls, then glide lower and feel her wetness … but he wanted to do this right. He didn’t want to spook her.

  * * *

  As his lips touched Marie’s neck, tingles of excitement singed through her. He nuzzled, then kissed downward. He stroked over her breast, then cupped it in his warm hand. Her nipple thrust into his palm. When his mouth covered her other nipple, she thought she’d faint.

  She had no idea Ty’s touch would excite her so much. He was so much like the men she usually dated, yet his effect on her rivaled—if not surpassed—what she felt with Zeke. He sucked on her nub and she arched upward, murmuring around the cockhead in her mouth. She sucked on it, wishing she could see Ty’s cock. Suck on Ty’s cock.

  When he’d taken off his shirt to cover her, her heart had melted at the lovely, protective gesture. That romantic notion had quickly turned to lustful thoughts as she gazed at his tight, hard abs and muscular arms and shoulders.

  Ty released her nipple and stroked over her breasts, smiling at her.

  “You are incredibly beautiful, Marie. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

  He leaned forward and kissed under her breast, then upward. Around the aureola, but never touching it. Then to her other breast. Kissing her. Lovingly. Tenderly. She felt warm and tingly all over. Cherished.

  Then his mouth latched onto her nipple again and his tongue swirled over the hard nub. He sucked deeply.

  She moaned.

  His hands glided over her hips, then down her thighs. He caressed her calves, then stroked over her ankles and around her feet. He held one foot between his hands and caressed with light pressure. He massaged her foot until she turned to a boneless mass, then he gave her other foot the same treatment.

  He smiled and pressed his mouth to the bottom of her foot, then dragged his tongue along her sensitive flesh. Oh God, it felt incredible. His gaze shifted from her face to her open thighs, and the slick opening between. Heat burned through her.

  He released her foot and kissed along her calf, and up her inner thigh, his brown eyes simmering with heat. His hands glided over her hips, then he grinned and ran a fingertip through the small patch of curls.

  “So just how wet are you?” He stroked along her slit and whistled. “Damn, you are wet!”

  His finger pushed inside her and her eyelids fell closed at the intense excitement quivering through her.

  “And pretty damned hot, too.”

  He stood up and her eyelids flicked open at the clunking sound of his belt hitting the floor. His jeans sat in a puddle at his feet. He stepped out of them, then tugged his boxers down.

  When he stood up, she could see his large, hard cock standing at full attention.

  Large? Good God, it was massive. Even bigger than Zeke’s. The head, purple and straining, would fill her mouth. Her tongue glided over the cockhead of the gag.

  He moved to the end of the bed and knelt between her legs. He stroked her thighs, then glided his fingers along her wet slit. The feel of him touching her there sent her heart fluttering into a wild erratic beat. Two of his fingers dipped inside her and she squeezed them. He chuckled.

  His thumb brushed over her clit and, at the intense sensation, she moaned, though it came out as a dull mumble. He toyed with her, his fingers stroking inside her and his thumb brushing her sensitive button. Waves of pleasure rose in her and she could feel that sweet release swelling toward her.

  Then he stopped.

  God damn it, did these two guys work from the same playbook? Then his mouth covered her and pleasure spiked through her again. She mumbled her appreciation, arching against him, wanting more … more … more!

  But as the wave rose again, promising to carry her to heaven, he stopped again.

  He pushed up on his knees and grinned at her. “I think I’m frustrating you. Believe me, I want to give you an orgasm, I just want our first time to be … together.”

  Her gaze locked on his full, hard cock. Together. His huge cock driving into her. Oh yeah!

  “Do you want me to make love to you now?”

  She shook her head. Well, she did, but first, she wanted to taste that big cock of his.

  He looked confused. “You don’t want me to?”

  She nodded her head, then mumbled against the gag, hoping he’d get the idea to take it off. He reached behind her head and unfastened it, then removed it.

  As soon as the cockhead popped from her mouth, she said, “I do, I just … want something else first.”

  “What?”

  She gazed at his cock and he smiled.

  “What do you want, Marie?”

  Nine

  Marie rolled her eyes, knowing Ty was going to insist she say it.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  He grinned, then prowled over her. She licked her lips as the giant straining purple cockhead drew close to her mouth. With a knee on each side of her chest, he pressed his pelvis forward, his cock in his hand. She opened, welcoming his hot, hard cock. The bulbous head slid into her mouth, filling it. She licked him, swirling her tongue around and around the little hole on the tip.

  She squeezed him inside her mouth, then tipped her head forward to take him deeper. He pressed in a little, then drew back … gliding in and out in short strokes. She squeezed and licked. His short thrusts sped up and she sensed him getting close. She sucked, loving the feel of his hard flesh in her mouth, anticipating his release. Wanting to make him climax.

  But suddenly he pulled free.

  “Damn it, woman, I told you I want us to come together.”

  She smiled at his tremulous voice … and his sweet romantic notion. He wanted their first time to be special.

  “Sorry … Master.”

  The hot look in his eyes as she said Master enthralled her. Could Mr. Nice Guy Ty be a closet dominant?

  “Damn, you’re sexy.” He shifted downward and kissed her neck, then he captured her mouth and kissed her passionately, taking her breath away.

  She felt his cock nudge her opening. “Oh yes.”

  His cockhead pressed inside her, stretching her.

  “Oh God, Master, fuck me.”

  He groaned, then thrust deep inside her.

  She moaned, startled—and totally enthralled—at the feel of his huge cock totally filling her. He held her tight to his body. His cock twitched inside her, almost sending her over the edge.

  “Ty, if you…” She gasped as he started to ease back, his cockhead dragging against the sensitive walls of her vagina, sending electric pleasure sparking through her. “Oh … if you want us to come…” She sucked in another breath at the exquisite sensations flickering inside her. “Together…”

  He glided into her again and she felt light-headed.

  “You’ll have to…” She moaned as waves of pleasure wafted through her. “Hurry.”

  He drew back and, as he thrust into her again, she arched forward to meet him. She wailed at the intense joy shooting through her. His cock drove deep and she plummeted into ecstasy, barely aware of his loud groan as he pulsed within her, filling her with liquid heat.

  Collapsing on top of her, he nuzzled her neck. Then his lips found hers and caressed them in a tender kiss.

  He sat up and unfastened her ankles, then her wrists, then drew her into his arms. His lips caressed the top of her head as he enveloped her
in his embrace, holding her tight to his broad, strong chest.

  Never had she felt so cherished or protected.

  * * *

  Zeke lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what Marie and Ty were doing right now. He could imagine Ty finding Marie sprawled naked on the bed, her arms and legs bound. Ty’s immediate thoughts had probably been to set her free—and likely to beat Zeke to a pulp. Until he found the note.

  Then things would have changed. Ty would have realized that Marie was all laid out, gift-wrapped in her birthday suit, complete with a bow, just for him. Zeke could imagine Ty reading the note, then—after he got over the shock—drawing aside the bow and touching her. Sliding his fingers into her and feeling how hot and wet she was.

  Zeke’s cock pulsed with need. He grasped it and stroked as he thought of Ty stroking Marie’s body, then succumbing to his need and thrusting inside her. Zeke’s cock hardened even more at the thought of what Ty felt as he glided inside Marie.

  Ty had probably wanted her for a while now. It would be an intense experience for him. Thrusting into her hot, wet body, hearing her soft murmurs around the gag.

  Zeke continued to stroke his rigid member, faster and faster, until he stiffened and released in a gripping climax. Within moments, he fell asleep.

  * * *

  Zeke stepped into Marie’s apartment and heard moaning in the other room. He walked down the hall, then pushed open the door to her bedroom. He saw two naked bodies as Ty thrust into Marie, her hands clinging to his shoulders. Ty thrust, and thrust again. Marie wailed her release.

  Zeke’s cock swelled to life.

  Ty rolled back and flopped beside her.