She half-raised off the ground, crying out only to fall limply back to earth when he roamed lower.
“Easy,” he crooned. “Sweet, so sweet.” He slid his lips across her lower abdomen, nipping the skin between his teeth, then soothing it with a lazy lap of his tongue.
Chessa thrust her fingers into his thick hair and tried to guide him lower. Her pussy pulsed to a slower beat than her heart, opening, gasping like her mouth, clasping air. Dewy cream slid from inside her, trickling down her cunt between her buttocks to waste itself in the grass beneath her bottom.
When at last he touched her swollen outer labia, she tried to hold herself very still, hoping not to distract his attention from the center of her torment.
He spread her plump lips and licked the edges of the thinner pair between, teasing her with occasional forays that delved into her opening, only to dart away again.
A thick, calloused thumb drew back the hood cloaking her clitoris, and he blew air over the hot, engorged knot, causing her belly and thighs to spasm and tighten. Then he drew her thighs over his shoulders and cupped her buttocks to bring her closer to his mouth. Her fingers tugged hard on his hair, trying to guide his mouth to her clit to ease the ache quickly consuming her mind.
When at last his lips closed around the knot of bundled nerves, Chessa issued a strangled scream as her pussy convulsed with the first spasm of an orgasm. He held her still as she writhed against his mouth, drawing out the moment with the increasing suctioning of his mouth.
When she lay spent, sobbing, only then did he rise over her and thrust his cock deep inside her.
He lay on top of her, shielding her from the rain from chest to toes. He kissed her, his lips softly gliding over hers. Then he rose on his elbows to look into her face. “This is how I want you. Always. Spent. No strength to argue or throw up barriers. Mine.”
Chessa blinked against the rain and the intensity of his stare. She shook her head. “I c-can’t. I don’t love you.”
His smile held no trace of humor and his gaze seared. “We have forever to correct your misapprehension.” With that, he thrust his knees between hers and pulled up her hips on either side of his, arranging her for his pleasure.
“For now, remember this.” He drew out his cock and slammed back inside her. Again, he pulled out and thrust back with more force, his cock driving toward her womb, each thrust that followed harder, sharper, driving the air from her lungs with each deep stroke.
His anger rolled off his body in hot waves that threatened to drown her in remorse. But the friction he built inside her reignited her passion, and she ground her heels into the mud to parry his thrusts, working in opposition to stoke the flame higher.
His shoulders bunched beneath her hands, his breaths gasped between his clenched teeth, and still he hammered harder, pistoning against the cradle of her sex, his fierce thrusts shoving her across the bed of grass, until she splintered, shattering into a thousand shards of brittle glass, keening as she was thrust beyond herself into darkness.
When she opened her eyes, Nicolas glared down at her, still seething with anger although his slowing motions told that he too had found release.
“Why are you so angry? This is all we can have,” she said. “I won’t stay here. You won’t ever leave.”
“You don’t love him.”
She didn’t pretend not to understand who he meant. “How can you know that?”
“Because you didn’t seek him out when you were hurting.”
“I’m not hurting!”
He shifted and slowly withdrew from her, closing his eyes briefly when his cock slid completely free. “No? That wasn’t pain that nearly knocked me off my feet?”
She lifted her shoulders, pretending a nonchalance she couldn’t really feel when he surrounded her still. “It’s just sex, Nic. That’s all.”
His gaze nailed her to the ground beneath him. “Then why didn’t you drink from me?”
Damn! She hated his perception. “You think that means anything?”
“Not drinking certainly does.”
Shock at his perception took her breath away. Like a whore who refused to kiss, she’d held back a part of herself.
Nicolas’s breath huffed and he shook his head as though clearing away a fog. He rolled to the side and lay with the rain washing his body. After a long moment, he turned his face toward her and offered her a crooked smile. “I didn’t mean to spoil the moment.”
Chessa blamed the rain for moisture filling her eyes. He’d backed off for now. Given her space when he could have pushed and maybe forced her to admit more than she was ready. She rewarded him with at least part of the truth. “You didn’t spoil a thing. Knowing you give a damn means a lot.”
Rene paced the bedroom, too edgy to rest. He did his best to ignore Natalie huddled beneath the covers on the bed.
He knew she was awake. Her breaths were too shallow. But he didn’t care about her deception, was glad she didn’t want to talk, didn’t even look his way. His cock already tented the towel he’d slung around his hips after the shower he’d taken when Chessa left.
For whatever reason, close proximity to Natalie equaled arousal.
The fact she lay still and silent with the blankets up to her ears caused him a pang of sympathy, but he didn’t care enough to do anything about it. Certainly didn’t want to get into bed with her again.
To keep his mind busy and off the ache in his groin, he circled the room, looking for any possible means of escape. He wasn’t going to wait for anyone to spring him. The longer he remained here, the better the likelihood Natalie would take another bite. If he didn’t put some distance between them, his days were numbered.
Unfortunately, the soft, feminine-looking room had reinforced concrete walls, a solid oak door, and steel bars over the windows. Digging a tunnel out of this prison wasn’t a possibility.
Which meant he had to go out the door. With only a towel around him.
Rene smothered a curse as he circled the room one more time, wishing he could break something, but not wanting to alarm Natalie. Just for the satisfaction, he lifted a lamp and hefted it like he was going to send it smashing against the wall. He wound up like a baseball pitcher—he was midway through the mock-toss, when he noticed something dangling from the base of the lamp.
He held it up closer, his blood starting a slow boil when he realized what he was looking at.
It was a goddamn camera—the kind vice cops used when setting up a sting. A tiny lens on the end of a cable.
He set the lamp down quickly, hoping he hadn’t already given away the fact he was onto them. He circumnavigated the room again, this time more slowly, pretending to stretch his muscles and never letting his gaze rest too long on one spot when he found another lens.
By the time he’d finished, he’d counted five. Fuck! Every word they’d spoken, every time they’d screwed, someone had been watching. Rene fought the urge to curl his hands into fists, but he couldn’t fight the simmering rage.
He wasn’t so much angry for himself as for Natalie. She’d paraded nude around the room, explored his body with an innocent fascination for their differences, serviced him with an enthusiasm that made his body ache every time he closed his eyes, fucked him with a quiet desperation that tugged at his heart—even when he refused to acknowledge any feelings existed at all.
She didn’t deserve this, but she did deserve to know.
He approached the bed intent on telling her. When he got close, he noticed the chain snaking up the side of the mattress, disappearing under the blanket beside her.
Fury flooded his body. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he shouted.
Natalie jerked up in the bed, the blanket pooling at her waist. Wide-eyed, all color drained from her face. “What?”
He planted his fists on his hips. “That goddamn handcuff! What’s it doin’ on your wrist?”
“I-I’m trying to protect you. If we are going to share the bed—”
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“But you don’t have to this way.”
“I can take care of myself,” he bit out between clenched teeth. Her delicate wrist was already red beneath the metal cuff.
“Oh, really?” she said, her voice rising along with a flood of anger to her cheeks. “Like you had any choice coming here? Fighting me off? When I wanted you—I took!”
Anger burned white-hot inside him. It was all he could do not to put his hands around her neck and squeeze. “If I hadn’t wanted to screw you in the first place, none of this would have happened.”
“So you did want me.” Her eyes shone.
Her response cut him short—doused the anger like a splash of ice water. The way she looked at him—her quiet intensity told him how important his answer was. Despite knowing it was a gross tactical error, he couldn’t lie. “Yeah. I wanted you.”
“Still do by the looks of it,” she said, her glance dropping below his waist. A small smile tugged at her lips.
His cock jerked beneath the towel. “Some things I can’t control. But now that I’m not chained, I can choose whether to act on it.”
“What if I told you,” she said, pausing to swallow, “that I’m doing this so you can choose me. For now.”
Stillness seized Rene, holding him frozen for a moment. He could have her—for now—without risking his neck. His body hardened. “There are still two little problems,” he said, staring at her mouth, fighting his building reaction.
“Oh!” She blinked and cleared her throat. “Um, stuff something in my mouth to keep me from biting. A gag maybe?”
The thought should have sickened him, but he wanted her too much not to consider the solution. “I’d have to chain your other arm, too,” he said slowly, part of him not believing he was actually going along with her. “You might take off the gag otherwise.”
“Do it.” She lay down on her back and stretched her arm across the mattress to the other side. The movement pulled the blanket beneath her breasts.
Then he remembered the cameras. “There’s one more problem.”
“What? It doesn’t matter, we’ll find a solution.”
He crawled onto the bed and leaned close to her ear. “They’re watching us. I found hidden cameras all over the room.”
Natalie’s breath drew slowly inward and her eyes teared up as she stared back at him. “They saw everything?”
“Yeah.” He smoothed back her hair then laid his palm along her cheek. “I’m sorry.”
Her eyes closed and a tear leaked down the side of her face. “Rene?”
“Yes, chère?”
“Get away from me now. If you don’t want to give them a show, move off the bed now.” When her eyes opened, desperate longing tightened her face. The lust was rising fast inside her.
His balls hardened. His cock twitched. His breaths deepened as he realized he was quickly approaching the same point of no return. “Do you care what they might see?” he whispered.
She shook her head. “God help me, no! Fuck them. Fuck me, please! I can handle fighting only one of these hungers at a time.”
There really was no choice. Not for either of them.
Rene reached beneath the bed for the second manacle and clamped it around her wrist. Then he emptied a pillow case and shredded it with his bare hands. He held up one long strip in front of her face and she nodded, opening her mouth.
He tied it tight. “Can you breathe?”
She nodded, her nostrils flaring, her chest rising and falling faster.
“Any bad moments, you make a lot of noise, you hear?”
A smile wrinkled the corners of her eyes and she nodded.
“Do we keep the blankets over us?”
She leaned up and rubbed her covered mouth over his. When she lay back, she shook her head side to side.
Rene’s mouth stretched into a humorless grin. “Then let’s make sure we fog up the bastards’ screen.” Rene pulled away the covers from her body and tossed them off the end of the bed. Then he sat back on his haunches and stared. He understood the temptation he’d posed for her.
Spread eagled, her body open and vulnerable to his whims, she was more than a temptation. She was a feast. And all his.
Her round breasts were stretched, nearly flattened by her arm’s reach. The pink nipples already tight little points, spiking from the soft round pads of her areolas.
Skin stretched over each of her ribs, and her soft belly dipped between them and her woman’s mound. He could start anywhere he liked, take her in whichever way he wanted.
A slow-burn heat pumped his muscles, filling him with an animalistic need to take and conquer. Is this what she’d felt? Christ, he could understand, his hands unclenched as he reached to cover her breasts.
She murmured behind the cloth, pressing her chest up and into his palms, inviting him to caress.
Rene pulled the towel from his waist and straddled her hips, hyperaware of her soft skin beneath his balls. He stroked his cock, watching her watch him as he gripped it hard and pumped.
Natalie wriggled beneath him.
“Want it, don’t you? Want me fuckin’ deep inside you, chère?”
She gave another feminine little murmur and arched her back, pulling at the chains.
“Rattle all you like. It’s my turn.”
He slipped his knees between her legs and leaned over her, rubbing his cock along her slick folds. He liked the wet sounds they made together. “Fuck me, you’re hot.”
He bent to tongue a nipple—just the tip, using the flat of his tongue to move it around in circles.
Natalie’s knees rose up either side of his hips, and she ground her open cunt along his belly.
He cupped the breast he worked on, plumping up the side, enjoying the softness and the clean scent of her skin. He nuzzled her, breathing her in, using his tongue to taste and tease. The velvet-soft areola invited his kiss, and he sucked it into his mouth, drawing hard as she made those kitten sounds that turned him on like nothing he’d ever heard before.
He suckled and tugged, and finally, bit.
Her shrill little scream only encouraged him to torture her other breast.
Soon, her body writhed beneath him, bucking up, grinding hard. Perspiration dotted her forehead, and he reached up to lick it, using his weight to hold her down, reminding her who was in charge this go-round.
Her wild-eyed gaze pleaded for release, but he wanted more. Would accept nothing less than mindless want.
He scooted down her body and shoved up her thighs, exposing her sex to the cameras and his gaze. He rubbed his face and chin around her cunt, coating himself in her cream, scraping her tender flesh with his beard until she keened and begged, the muffled sobs only driving him harder.
When he licked between her slick folds, her hips jerked up, her thighs trembled around his head, cupping him, drawing him closer.
He needed no encouragement. The taste of her, the slippery feel of her pussy pressing into his lips and tongue tore groans from him which he muffled against her flesh.
One hand cupped her ass and raised her, so he could explore the soft and sensitive skin just below her folds. He sucked it, rubbed it with his tongue, and then licked lower to circle her delicate little asshole.
Natalie’s whole body quivered with shock. She was coming unglued as he teased her and pressed his thumbs on either side of the tiny hole to slip the tip of his tongue inside.
Her head thrashed on the pillow, her body shivered uncontrollably. Christ, he was so hard he could drill a hole in the mattress if he didn’t fuck her soon.
Rene slipped two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out while he continued to tongue her asshole.
Her vagina clamped around his fingers, squeezing, and his cock twitched and jerked. He drove it into the mattress, pumping the bed to ease the ache.
He thrust another finger inside and drove his fingers deep, her buttocks flexed, lifting off his cupped h
and as she strained upward to take him deeper.
How much could she take? How much longer could he keep her on the edge and ease her higher without giving her release?
He licked his thumb and rubbed around her asshole, then slowly pushed it inside.
Her screams, shrill, broken, told him she was close. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, but her breathing only escalated—didn’t catch. He had more to go. Only his own arousal was impossible to ignore a moment longer.
He withdrew his fingers and kissed her pussy one last time, before hauling up and over her, settling his cock against her entrance.
He kissed her closed eyes and pulled back his head.
When her blue eyes blinked open, he said, “I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion. Ready?”
With her breaths ragged little sobs, she shook her head.
“Too bad,” he whispered.
He reared back and knelt between her slackened legs, his cock fully engorged and pointing at her cunt.
Her wild gaze widened as he stroked himself. “You’re gonna take it all. No holding back. Ready?”
Again, she shook her head and the trembling started anew, causing her soft belly to quiver and her thighs to jump.
“Too late.” He shoved his arms under her thighs and hooked his elbows beneath her knees, lifting her ass off the mattress.
With her doelike gaze watching, he centered her pussy on his cock and drove his hips forward—all the way inside her.
She came. Her body undulated wildly even before he pulled out to thrust inside again.
He didn’t care. He was past thought. Past control.
He hammered her cunt. Fierce, sharp strokes that tunneled his cock deep into her hot pussy. Her inner walls clenched around his cock like a wet fist. He forced feminine grunts from her muffled lips that echoed in the room with his harsher sounds.
When at last his thighs and balls tightened painfully hard, he shouted, his cock erupting deep inside her, cum jetting in powerful spurts to bathe her womb.
Afterward, he continued to rock against her limp body, unwilling to stop and lose the waning ripples caressing his shaft.
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