by Sloane, Roxy
My breasts jut out, covered only in lace. Dax smirks, using his other hand to lightly stroke and tease the tender swells of flesh. “See, that’s your secret,” he continues, his voice low and sexy. “You’re stubborn and head-strong, but deep down, you want a man who knows how to push back. To tell you when to shut the hell up and get on your knees.”
I wish I could argue, but the truth is, that’s exactly what I want. I love the steel in his voice, and the glint in his eye.
I’ve never met a man like him before.
“Now, let’s see how much control you’re willing to give up,” he murmurs. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
I shiver. God, how does he do this to me? Just a moment ago, I was determined to hold my own, but now my thighs are clenches, my nipples hard. I would do anything he asked of me.
I close my eyes and slowly part my lips.
There’s a pause, and then I feel the cool rustle of silk against my skin. The world goes dark as Dax slips the other tie over my eyes and ties it behind my head.
Now my hands are bound, and I’m blindfolded too. Totally at his mercy.
And totally turned on.
I hear the sound of a belt buckle, a zipper, and my pulse races as my mouth goes dry. But when I start to close my jaw to swallow, Dax growls, “I said open.”
I obey, choosing instead to run my tongue over my lips, wetting them. I hear him inhale.
“New plan. Lay back,” he commands.
With my hands tied, I have to awkwardly scoot back on the bed until I’m laying on the crisp linens, anxiously awaiting his next move. I feel a slight tug on my wrists, pulling them back above my head. He ties them to the headboard, so I’m bound in place.
Silence.
“Dax?” I can hear my heart pounding, waiting for Dax’s next instruction. The seconds stretch, and I’m struck with a terrible fear that this is all some kind of elaborate payback. He could leave me laying here, tied and blindfolded. If the point is to prove that I’m powerless, he’s making it, alright.
But even through the nerves, I remember the way he looked at me. Touched me. Like he wanted to possess me completely. He wouldn’t just walk away.
Would he?
“OK, I get it. You’ve proven your point,” I say, nervous. I twist my head around, but I can’t hear anything. “I have to trust you right now. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
There’s no reply.
I hear music start to play down in the main room. It filters up to me, something electronic, sexy and intense. It wraps around my mind, heightening every sense as I lay here in the dark. I can feel the scratch of my lace lingerie against my flushed skin, the pressure from my restraints, the liquid heat between my thighs as I picture all the things he could do. The darkness seems to swallow me up, until the pounding of my heart pulses through my body in an intoxicating rhythm.
What will he do to me? How far will Dax go to prove his point?
I feel the air shift around me. Heat, close, just out of reach.
I freeze.
It’s him.
CHAPTER NINE
DAX
I watch her squirm on the bed, testing her restraints. I tied them deceptively loose: enough to give a little, but not so much that she has any real control.
Let’s see how the most stubborn person I’ve ever met likes being at my mercy.
I sit on the bed beside her, holding the glass of whiskey I refilled downstairs. She turns her head towards me.
“Dax?”
I don’t say a word. I can see her chest rising and falling as she pants a nervous breath. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her body is waiting for me, arrayed in black lace and tempting scraps of silk. The dim lights glow on her tanned skin and sensuous curves.
I’m going to enjoy this.
Blood is pounding in my veins, hardening my cock and setting my nerves on edge, but I force myself to hold back. Last time I claimed her, it was hard and fast. Pure animal instinct. Tonight, I’m going to take my time. Sample every last delight this body can provide, and show Zoe what it really means to feel pleasure.
Tonight, I need her to surrender completely. I have to know she’s not hiding anything from me anymore. I want her begging, I want her screaming my name.
I want everything, dammit, and I won’t stop until she’s mine.
I take an ice cube from my glass, and let it drip over her bare stomach. Zoe flinches as the freezing water hits her skin.
“Dax?” she asks again, her voice rising with nerves.
“Shh,” I tell her, finally breaking my silence. “Just relax.”
“Kind of hard to do when I’m trussed up here like a prize turkey,” she says with her usual sass.
I let myself smile, knowing she can’t see me. “Quiet,” I order her, louder. “Or do I need to gag you as well?”
That shuts her up, even though I’m not serious about the gag. I have much better plans for that delicious mouth of hers...
I lean over and kiss her, slowly tasting her lips. She relaxes with a soft moan, licking into my mouth and giving in completely to my probing tongue. The kiss deepens, as I feel her whole body rise towards me, craving more.
It’s intoxicating, the taste of her, the feel of her tits against my chest, but I pull back. This isn’t about my pleasure, not yet. First, I need her driven crazy with need.
I take the ice cube, and gently run it over Zoe’s lips. She shivers, and I see her skin prickle. Her nipples rise, stiff through the lace of her bra.
I can’t resist pressing the ice to them, each in turn.
She lets out a yelp, and tries to shrink away.
“I didn’t say you could move.” My voice is cold, commanding. She stills.
I skim the melting cube down between her ribs, and let it sit in the hollow of her bellybutton.
Zoe catches her breath, her chest heaving.
She’s not as experienced as she seems, I realize. I know my tastes have been schooled by years at the club, but Zoe has only been there a couple of weeks. She’s still green, untested.
She doesn’t know what it’s like to delay pleasure until you’ll do anything to relieve the intense need.
The knowledge sends a new bolt of lust through me. God, I’m going to teach her everything. Break her in the way a wild colt needs to be ridden.
I lean over, and lick the melted liquid from her skin. Zoe sighs in pleasure. I trail higher, up to her breasts. I peel down her bra, baring the sweet swells and rosy nipples. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous.
I take another ice cube, this time teasing around her breasts, not quite touching the stiff peaks. Zoe’s breath quickens. She wriggles on the bed, and I can see her press her thighs together. She tugs at her wrists, still tied tight to the headboard above her, but my handiwork doesn’t shift an inch.
“Oh,” she moans, arching up against my wandering hands. “Dax...”
I love the sound of her voice like this. Raw and unstudied. She couldn’t lie to me like this if she tried.
I bend my head and suck one hard nipple in my mouth, rasping my hot tongue across the cool skin. She jolts off the bed, but I pin her down, my hands flat against her body, pressing her into the mattress as I suck and tease the sensitive peak.
Now her moans turn to gasps. She lifts her hips, unconsciously pressing herself closer to me.
It would be rude to ignore such a gift.
I move the melting cube down her body, rubbing it over her lace-clad mound. She shudders under my hands. I slide the ice under the silk of her panties, down over her clit to the already-wet pool between her thighs.
The melted ice drips over my fingers, mingling with her juices. I slide my fingers into her mouth. She sucks, moaning, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
Fuck.
My self-control slipping, I yank her panties off. Her thighs fall open, the creamy flesh revealing her ripe pussy. I lean over her, savoring the moment, every shudder and flinch of her impatient body.
“I’m
going to lick you and suck you and make you come.” I grip her thighs and part them wider, feeling the heat radiate. She tugs at her restraints again, making a noise of frustration.
“Don’t be so impatient, Zoe, love. I’m just looking at your gorgeous pussy, deciding if I want to lick you first, or put all my fingers in you, or maybe have you ride my face.”
But I already know what I want. I need to have my mouth on her. I bend my head closer to her cunt, inhaling the scent of her desire before I lick up against her clit and suck it into my mouth.
She cries out, bucking her hips off the bed.
I return to lapping and suckling at the tender nub. Zoe moans against me, panting. I tease her with gentle strokes, swirling around and dipping my tongue into her slick pussy.
“Dax,” she gasps. “Please...”
“Please, what?” I tease some more, this time fingering her softly, nudging just inside but no further.
“Please, more,” Zoe begs. She thrusts her hips closer, trying to take my fingers deeper inside, but I pull back, out of reach.
“I told you, relax.”
I push her back down on the bed and return my attentions to her delicious cunt. I lick and suck at her, finding a rhythm only to break it again when her moans become frenzied. Slowly, methodically, teasingly, I take her to the edge and back, over and over again until Zoe is whimpering in desperate need.
“Please,” she chants. “Oh, God, right there!”
I pull back, giving her a moment to come down from the edge. She’s shaking now, her skin flushed. She thrashes at the restraints, her desperation taking on a new edge.
“This isn’t funny anymore,” her jaw clenches. “Now I’m just pissed off.”
I laugh, slipping one finger inside her. Zoe tries to bear down on it, anything to get some friction, but just as fast, I slide away.
“Bastard,” she curses.
I trail my hand back up her body, teasing her naked stomach and breasts. Zoe’s mouth sets in a stubborn scowl beneath the blindfold. “I’m not turned on anymore,” she informs me. “You dragged it out too long. I’m over it.”
“Liar,” I lean in close, and nip at her earlobe. Zoe’s breath catches. I brush my fingertips over her breasts, so softly, she whimpers again. “See, you’re still there. So close. But you can’t quite get there, can you? You need me to fuck you, don’t you? You need my cock slamming inside you, hitting just the right spot.”
“What do you want from me?” Zoe demands. “If you want me to beg, I’ll do it. I’ve been doing it for hours now.” Even under the blindfold, bound and powerless, Zoe is still a force to be reckoned with.
“Maybe I like seeing you like this,” I muse, taking a free rein over her body. I prop myself on one elbow above her, enjoying the view as she tries not to writhe at my every touch.
“Sadist,” Zoe glowers.
“Would a sadist do this?” I slide my hand back down her body, finding her warm, tight cunt ready for me. I slip two fingers insider her this time and pulse, leaning to capture her mouth in a hot, commanding kiss.
Zoe groans into my mouth. I pump hard inside her, giving her the friction she needs, my thick fingers stretching her open, invading her as I curl deep and hard. She arches up against me, and I swear I can feel her heart beating in her chest as I push her to the edge with every thrust. Closer, closer--
I pull away.
“Fuck!” Zoe swear against me, then bites down on my lip.
“Ow.” I pull away, tasting blood.
“You deserve it.” I can hear the anger in her voice. “Now, are you going to keep fucking around, or are you going to give me what I need?”
“And what’s that?” I ask, intoxicated by her boldness.
“Your cock.” Zoe bites her lip and her voice goes soft, pleading. “I need you inside me. God, Dax, you don’t even know.”
But I do. Because I guarantee, whatever Zoe is feeling, I’m experiencing it tenfold. Torturing her has been a torment to me too, testing every last thread of my self-control. My whole body is screaming to do as she begs and just fuck her right now: pound inside her all the way and show her what nine inches of hard cock feels like tearing her apart from the inside out.
I want to ravage her. I want to claim that wet, needy cunt for my own.
But first, I want her screaming.
I sit up, taking the last ice cube from my glass, and downing the final shot of whiskey. Then, without warning, I push the ice deep inside her.
Zoe’s whole body goes rigid. She cries out in pleasure as my fingers follow, fucking her deep. I dive back between her thighs and attack that delicious clit with new fervor. Licking, suckling, nipping at the bud; I don’t let up for a moment, even when Zoe’s moans rise to fever pitch. She thrashes, overcome.
“No, please, I can’t—”
She tries to pull away, the pleasure is too overwhelming, but I don’t stop. I lap at her, relentless, thrusting my fingers in time.
“Oh, oh!” she cries, going tense. “Oh, God.”
“No, baby,” I lift my head, loving the sight of her. “It’s all me.”
I curl my fingers up again, rubbing her just right, deeper, faster, and she comes with a scream right before my eyes. Her body arches as the climax explodes through her. And as she shudders in pleasure, I position myself between her thighs and thrust into her, impaling her with my hungry cock right in the midst of her orgasm.
Zoe lets out a new cry as I plunge deep inside her.
Fuck.
Her cunt convulses around me, a vice-like grip. She locks her legs around my waist, bringing me even deeper. Goddamn, she feels so good. I grit my teeth and thrust, riding out the waves of her pleasure -- and driving her to another orgasm as I pound into her.
“Dax,” she gasps. “Please...untie me!”
I reach up and free her hands, then yank off her blindfold. Zoe’s blue eyes gaze back at me, a fevered desire clouding their clear depths. In an instant, she locks her arms around my neck and kisses me, desperate and raw, her body still bucking against mine in a dizzying rhythm.
I roll us, flipping her on top. I bring her hips down hard and surge up inside her. Zoe throws her head back, thrusting her hips to meet every stroke. She’s a goddess above me, totally unleashed. Her breasts bounce as she rides me harder, moaning, which just turns me on more. The sight of her, the feel of her tight cunt clenching around me, it’s exactly what I want.
I don’t care about truth, or lies, or her betrayal anymore. All I want is this feeling, so damn good. Whatever the cost. Whatever it takes.
I explode up inside her, spurting deep as the climax rips through my body.
Fuck.
CHAPTER TEN
ZOE
I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, way too comfortable to be my own. I yawn, rolling over and snuggling deeper in the impossibly-soft bedding. Then I feel the delicious ache in my thighs and the heavy tiredness in my limbs.
Dax.
I sit up, blinking as I look around. Daylight is flooding into the loft through the massive windows, making it crisp and bright. It looks like a different world than last night, when everything seemed dim and seductive.
I catch sight of Dax’s tie, crumpled on the bedside table, and shiver.
Holy hell, last night was hot.
No, hot doesn’t even begin to describe it. I can’t believe what he did to me, or how good it felt. My nipples pucker just at the memory of his firm grip, and the way his tongue drove me crazy, licking just right.
And his cock...I’ve never been fucked like that. Didn’t even really know it was possible.
I take a breath, flushing to remember the way he fucked me. In the elevator, he had been furious and frantic, almost brutal in his passion. But last night...Dax tormented me, relentless, driving so deep, I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from the sheer overwhelming sensation.
It was incredible. Unbelievably good.
And I want more.
“Dax?” I call softly, looking ar
ound. There’s no sign of him, and I can’t hear anyone downstairs.
What if he’s gone?
I grab his shirt from where he left it on the floor and pull it over my head. Then I head down the spiral staircase into the loft.
It’s empty. Nobody’s here.
My heart sinks. This keeps happening. Every time I think I’ve broken through to Dax, he pushes me away again. Is it the fact that I lied to him in the beginning, or something else? I’ve apologized, I’m making it right by helping him with Nikolai, and I don’t know what else I can do.
Maybe he just doesn’t want this to be real.
I’m about to grab my clothes and leave when the elevator rattles back up. The grille opens, and Dax steps out -- carrying two coffees and a bakery bag. “You’re up,” he says, strolling over. He sets the coffees down, and pulls me in for a kiss.
I’m flooded with relief. For the first time, Dax isn’t shutting me out.
“What time is it?” I ask when he releases me.
“After eleven.”
I blink. “I can’t believe I slept so long.”
He smirks. “You were out cold. I could have pulled the fire alarm and it wouldn’t have woken you.”
“Well, somebody wore me out.” I take a coffee and drink a long sip. “Oh God, that’s good.”
“I got bagels, too.” Dax starts unpacking. “Since you pointed out I have nothing to offer a woman.”
“In your fridge, at least.” I grin, and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. The marble countertop is cool, but it feels good against my bare aching thighs.
Dax turns back to me, moving to stand between my knees. “And elsewhere?” he asks with a flirty glint in his eyes.
He moves closer, until he’s nestled between my thighs. He nudges against me, and I can feel his cock through the fabric of his jeans, already getting hard.
“Hmmm,” I tease, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know. I would have to do a thorough investigation.”
Dax’s smile slips. “What’s happening with that? Your story into the club?”
