by Amy Andrews
“Atmospheric,” he murmured, quickly divesting himself of his shirt and throwing it on the ground.
She smiled at him. “Gotta add some girly to this bed somehow.”
Mack returned the smile as he unzipped his pants, admiring the way the light turned her mocha nipples a very interesting shade of cotton candy pink. His mouth watered. “I thought that was you.”
“Can you have too much girlie?”
He stripped his pants down his legs and kicked out of them. “Are you trying to emasculate me, Josie Butler?”
Her gaze drifted down to the erection that was pushing against the constraints of his underwear. “Doesn’t look like there’s much chance of that.”
Mack’s pulse pounded through his veins at her very thorough inspection. “No ma’am.”
Her eyes wandered back to his face, igniting spot fires under his skin where she lingered. “Why don’t you bring that thing over here for a little bit of TLC?”
Her request hit him straight in the groin, tightening everything another notch. “Hold that thought. I smell like a zoo. I’m going to shower.”
Josie rolled up on to her elbow, and he watched as her hair cascaded down her back, and her breasts shifted very nicely indeed. “I’m giving you five minutes, then me and the Orgasmatron are starting without you.”
His erection surged painfully. “I’ll be out in three.”
And he was, striding back into the bedroom, sans underwear, his dick still semi-hard, his head full of the delicious promise of number two on Josie’s list.
“That was quick.” She smiled, and he was aware of the heat in her stare as it followed him across the room.
“I was taught never to keep a lady waiting,” he said as he reached his bedside table.
She laughed. “I hate to disappoint you, but there’s not going to be anything ladylike about me tonight.”
He groped for the cold hard steel of the objects he’d stashed in the bottom drawer. “Good,” he said as his fingers touched what they’d been seeking. “I prefer women with dirty mouths and filthy minds.” He pulled out the two sets of handcuffs. “You up for it?”
It was satisfying to see the little catch in her breath, the slight widening of her eyes. Even more satisfying to see her nod.
Mack grabbed the wrist nearest him and locked the heavy cuff around it. She fingered the restraint for a moment, pulling at it, as if to test its strength. It was the real deal—not one of the many novelty pairs he could have purchased—and for a moment, he could see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Her unequivocal response hit him straight in the solar plexus. Having her naked in his bed was thrilling, having her trust was humbling. They’d known each other for a long time. She had to know he’d never abuse his position to hurt or humiliate her. But giving someone this kind of power was a big deal, and her faith meant everything.
He drew in a husky breath as he lifted her arm to lock the handcuff to the wrought iron of the headboard. She resisted, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Can we…can I…?” She faltered for a moment, her eyes suddenly downcast, the pink cupid lights turning her blush a wonderful shade of red.
It was hard to believe, after all they’d done, that she could still be embarrassed. But then, she’d always blushed easily.
Mack raised her chin with his finger, searching her yellow gold eyes that looked even more compelling in this light.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“Can I…lie on my stomach?”
Her husky request that he take her from behind doubled his pulse. But there was more at play here. Josie had actively avoided the missionary position—he’d be inconsiderate as a lover to not explore it.
He sat on the bed beside her. “You really have a thing about missionary, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry. I just…” Josie dropped her gaze to his chest level like she was too embarrassed to discuss it. “I had five years of that position. It’s come to be synonymous with boring, and that’s not what this”—she pointed back and forth between them—“is about.”
He understood that. But as he’d had a lot of incredibly fun missionary sex, he doubted it was the fault of the position.
He lifted a hand and stroked his fingers down her face, dragging them lightly across her mouth before cupping her jaw, tilting her head so she was looking right at him. “It can be pretty damn intense, too, you know.”
There was something about being able to look deep into the eyes of the woman you were deep inside. “And”—he smiled—“it wouldn’t be boring with me. I promise.”
She shot him a smile of her own and then turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. “I know. But it’s too soon… I need fun…something different.”
Different. Which was where he came in. And who was he to complain? Mack leaned forward and kissed her quick and hard.
“Roll over,” he whispered against her mouth. “Shut your eyes.”
Chapter Fourteen
Her heart hammering, Josie did as he asked, settling herself in the middle with her arms spread. She propped her chin on the bed and shut her eyes, conscious of the mattress shifting as he moved off it and the cold, heavy cuff on her left wrist, dangling over the edge, weighing it down. Her breath thickened in her throat and rasped into the intense quiet as she waited for Mack’s next move.
Long moments passed in screeching silence. She could sense him watching her, and her belly tightened as the seconds slowly ticked by. What was he going to do with her? The thought swirled around her head, images of the ways he could take her, naked and cuffed, invaded the quiet—titillating but just a tiny bit dark.
No more Mr. Nice Guy, he’d said. And then he fucked her in an alley. Fucked her all angry and intense, all hard and edgy up against that door. What could he do to her in the privacy of the bedroom with her all tied up? Was he going to push the boundaries of number two? Would bondage become something more than handcuffs? Would he spank her? Punish her? Just a little?
He’d asked if she trusted him, and she did, but… What if she wanted him to push her boundaries?
Fuck.
She drew in a shaky breath, her nipples tingling against the sheets, the hot spot between her legs getting wetter and wetter. Her pulse roared in her head as she waited, practically panting from the anticipation.
Was he waiting for her to beg? “M-Mack?”
He didn’t answer for long seconds, but she could sense him right there, feel his hot gaze licking over her body, and she had to bite down on the moan that rose in her throat as she pictured him stroking himself while he watched her.
“You sure you want this, Josie?”
Her shoulder muscles bunched as his low voice broke the silence, oozing down her back like warm honey. “Y-yes.”
The warmth of his breath at her neck was followed by the soft touch of his finger at her nape. Josie sucked in a breath, inhaling the clean smell of him and the heavier, darker accents of his potent aftershave. The contact was light between her shoulder blades, lighter as it whispered down her spine, but it still drew a moan of pleasure from her mouth.
“You want me to cuff you and fuck you?”
Josie shivered at the question whispered directly into her ear. “Yes.”
At the moment, he could do anything he wanted to her. Every muscle in her body screamed in anticipation. He had her in his thrall, and she’d go anywhere with him. Even to the dark side if he wanted to take her there.
Her sudden lack of inhibitions was shocking. And strangely liberating.
His finger trailed away, and she almost mewed in protest, but then it was on her shoulder, trailing down her uncuffed arm. The tinkling of metal had her jerking slightly.
“Don’t move.”
The hot whisper brooked no argument, and Josie forced herself to lie passively, to breathe evenly, as Mack secured the handcuff around her wrist. Her arm lifted
off the bed, causing erotic friction against her nipple, and she curled her toes as he secured the bracelet to the headboard, stretching her slightly.
His fingers trailed back up her arm. “Good girl,” he murmured, his breath warm in her ear, his lips brushing her temple. “Don’t move.”
It was no polite request, and she drew in a husky breath as she sensed him moving away. She held very still and waited, not daring to move, every cell in her body obeying his dictate.
The sudden light brush of his lips to her shoulder alerted her to his presence on the other side of the bed, and she gasped, pulling against the attached cuff involuntarily.
“Easy,” he muttered, his voice low as it bussed her neck, his heavy scent intoxicating. “This is just the beginning, Josie.”
She swallowed at the promise. Or was it a threat?
The question got lost as his finger brushed down her arm, trailing fire in its wake. When he reached her wrist, he picked up the dangling bracelet, lifting her whole arm as he’d done on the other side.
Josie almost moaned out loud as the movement rubbed both erect nipples against the sheet. But it was short lived. The other cuff clinked ominously into place, and he had her exactly as he wanted her.
Completely at his mercy.
She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on.
…
Mack walked toward the end of the bed, trailing his fingertips down Josie’s body as he went. From her shoulder, to each individual dip of her ribs, to the small of her back and the rise of her buttocks, he took his time. She shivered and gasped beneath the light tease of his hand, and his dick hardened with each breath. She felt soft and female and sounded sweet and needy, and he wanted to bury himself inside her so badly he could barely think for the urgency of it.
He grazed his fingers down the back of her thigh to her knee and then on to her calf, raising goose bumps in his wake. He’d never wanted a woman—any woman—as badly as he wanted Josie right now. Never. He doubted he would again.
Tonight, he knew he’d hit heights of pleasure he never imagined were possible.
He reached the foot of the bed and stopped, his eyes roving over her once more. Her hair covered her shoulder blades, falling in autumnal glory. The light dusted her in a luminescent pink, becoming shadowed in the furrow of her spine. He followed it down past the dip in her back and let his gaze spread over the white cheeks of her bottom, then down farther to the backs of her thighs to the tantalizing line where they met.
His dick throbbed to part that line, arrow right up into her center, hard and fast.
“Spread your legs,” he said, aware of the huskiness in his voice, feeling it catch in his throat and shudder through his chest.
He heard an answering catch in her breath as she shifted, lifted her hips a little, moved her legs apart. A glimpse of the nirvana that existed at the juncture of her thighs came into show. But it wasn’t enough.
“Wider.”
His voice was firmer this time, and she obeyed immediately, parting her legs further. But it still wasn’t enough. Shadow blanketed the area, blurring the definition he craved.
Mack found himself wishing he’d bought four sets of handcuffs so he could shackle her exactly as he wanted, so all of her would be on display.
“Wider.”
His voice cracked across the bed like a whip this time, and he heard a moan as Josie spread wide for him, as wide as she could, opening herself to him, displaying all her wares. From the glistening intricacy of her sex to the cleft of her buttocks.
His breath hissed slowly out. Jesus. She was magnificent.
“Mack?”
The desperate note in her voice told him she was as much on the edge as he was. She flexed her hips, rotated them in silent consent, and the urge to leap on top of her, to plunge straight into the heat and wetness of her, rode him hard, and for a moment, he almost succumbed to the raging Neanderthal inside.
But he had much bigger plans for the night.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say.”
“Y-yes.”
Her voice was hesitant, but he could also hear the quiver of excitement there, too, and felt it echo in the pound of his heart. “You keep your eyes closed, don’t look back. No matter what.”
Her hands flexed in the cuffs, but she managed to get out a squeaky, “Yes.”
“Stay exactly like that,” he murmured, his voice raspy again as she lay spread before him, naked and willing, her hips flexing involuntarily. The position didn’t look comfortable—her arms stretched out in front of her off the bed, her legs open wide—but that was all part of the build. “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”
She turned her head. “Wh-what? Wait! Mack—”
“Don’t turn round,” he ordered, and his dick almost burst out of its skin as she quickly resumed the position he’d demanded of her. “Do you trust me?” he asked again, drawing his fingers up her bare calf.
She started at the caress but answered, “Yes,” swiftly and with total conviction.
“I’ll be right back.”
Mack strode out of the room and into the kitchen, hoping that Sal hadn’t decided to blow off her date or bring him back to the apartment to play Scrabble. Torturing her dates was a particular forte of his sister’s.
Thankfully, they were still alone, and he hastened to the freezer, grabbing a tray of ice cubes. He dumped half a dozen on the countertop, although, how he coordinated his trembling hands he’d never know. His pulse thrummed at the thought of the sexual pleasure ahead. He threw the ice into a glass and headed back to the room.
“I’m back,” he murmured as the door clicked quietly shut.
“I didn’t move,” she said throatily, eagerly almost, and Mack smiled as he inspected her strict adherence to his request.
She wanted to please him. Good. “Very obedient,” he murmured.
He wanted her pliant. He wanted her wondering like crazy just what he had planned. From his performance already, she probably thought he was going to punish her, but nothing could be further from the truth. He didn’t want to punish her; he wanted to pleasure her.
But he could tell by the rasp in her breathing it excited her. It wouldn’t hurt to let her believe it for a while longer.
“I’m going to blindfold and gag you,” he said, crossing to his cupboard, putting the glass down, and pulling out one of the many airline eye masks he’d collected over the years, and a tie of his that was about to make it to his favorite list.
“O…kay.” Her voice was tremulous with anticipation.
“Open your eyes but keep them on the headboard,” he said as he placed his knee on the bed just beside her head. His erection was out and proud and could obviously be seen in her peripheral vision. He wanted it to be the last thing she saw before she gave herself up to the unknown.
She didn’t look. She kept her head straight and her eyes glued to the wrought iron. Still, deliberately taunting her, goading her with his nudity like this, insisting she hold an uncomfortable position, was exciting, and a part of him couldn’t help but want her to disobey, turn her head, and suck him deep into her mouth.
But her eyes remained steadfastly fixed ahead, even if her breathing had become shallower.
“Very obedient,” he muttered again as he placed the mask over her eyes. Her fingers flexed in the cuffs. He slid the tie across her lips, teasing her with it, and then slipped a finger into her mouth. “Suck it,” he whispered in her ear and almost came as her hot wet mouth sucked so damn hard. He beat back the urge to replace his finger with his cock, already weeping to be inside her, but he knew if he did, he’d be pre-empting both their pleasure.
He slid his finger out and secured the gag. “Bite it,” he ordered, and smiled when her jaw moved and she clamped the tie between her teeth.
He moved off the bed to retrieve the glass and a foil packet, then crawled back on, positioning himself on his haunches between her parted legs. Her hips lifted involuntarily, and he kne
w she could sense him there. The pink lights caught and held the golden threads in the hair that cascaded over her shoulder blades, and he admired them for a moment. Admired all of her, spread out like some pagan sacrifice, just for him.
Quietly, he fished an ice cube out and then set the glass down beside the bed. He slipped the cold block into his mouth as he leaned over her, his knees between her legs, his hands flat on the mattress on either side of her ribs.
He rolled the ice round and round on his tongue as he lifted one hand and brushed her hair aside. Deprived of sensory input, her muscles jumped beneath his fingers and she sucked in a sharp breath. He lowered his head, nuzzled her neck, and his heart beat louder as she whimpered.
He removed the now half-melted cube from his mouth and, with his fingers, drew it across Josie’s bottom lip, nicely delineated by the way the gag forced her teeth apart. She startled again but, as he rubbed it back and forth across her mouth, she panted, and when he slipped it inside, past the restraint of the gag, she moaned.
“Suck it.” He repeated his request from earlier, knowing it would be difficult with the gag but also instinctively aware she’d do whatever he asked. Her throat worked to do his bidding as his finger slid slowly from her lips.
Mack reached over and plucked another cube from the glass. Settling back on his haunches again, he popped it in his mouth to melt the dry outer frostiness as he donned the condom. Seconds later, he removed the slippery ice with his index finger and thumb, transferring it to the bony notch that separated her neck from her spine.
Josie gasped out loud and arched her back, and his dick bucked.
He held the cube in place, admiring the way the light glowed all pink and warm against her skin, deepening the pigment, darkening the dusting of freckles across her shoulders. Water droplets oozed from the melting ice, rolling steadily south, following the fan of her ribs. Mack smiled as goose bumps broke out in their wake.
He placed his index finger on the cube and drew it unhurriedly down the indent of her spine. She arched again, but he wasn’t deterred as he slowly guided it until it reached the cleft of her buttocks. A rivulet of ice-cold water from the melting cube escaped downward, following the natural split of her body, into all the hot wetness between her legs; Mack could have sworn he heard it sizzle.
