She grinned. “Is that all?”
“There is one other thing.”
She loved his flirty ways. “And that would be?”
“If we’re going to be partners, we need to discuss you moving in upstairs.”
She scrunched up her nose in an exaggerated fashion. “I’ll have to think about it. You know what they say about visitors? They’re like fish. After three days they start to smell.”
There were advantages to staying near Daniel, though. Being in a house locked up tight provided a lot of comfort. What he said about collaborating about business strategies, at least in the beginning, would be helpful.
“You crack me up, sugar. I’m betting you’ll be at the spa most days. Other than our nightly check-in, we might not even see each other for weeks.”
He had such a refreshing way of twisting everything to suit his needs. “Oh, really?” She highly doubted that. Even if Daniel was busy, there would be Blade.
Thinking of which, “What about Blade?”
“What about him?”
She wasn’t sure if she should bring him up, but they were best friends. Candy believed that being honest and forthright in the beginning was best, especially since her financial future depended on it. “I can’t get a read on him. One minute he’s super nice and the next he seems distant.”
He tugged her close and pressed his lips to her ears. “Then I guess you have some convincing to do.”
That was a cop-out answer, but for the moment she’d let it slide. With the way her body was reacting to him, she had no desire to talk.
He nibbled on her ear. “I’m sorry you had such a stressful day, sugar.”
It had started out terrible but ended up so much better. His little moan at the end of his sentence implied he wanted to kiss it all away. “It was. So. Terrible.”
He placed his hands on her hips and drew her near. “Then you need to let me help you.”
She liked where this was headed. “What should I do, oh wise one?”
“The first step is for you to close your eyes.”
She liked that part and obeyed. “Okay. Now what?”
“There are some rules you need to follow in order to get the most out of the experience.”
Rules? She cracked open eye. “I thought you said this wasn’t going to be stressful.”
He laughed and kissed her forehead. “It won’t be, I promise. If it is, you can say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Her mind shot straight to having a safe word. She wondered if she might be able to convince him to let her be a submissive. Having him take control would be so wonderful after the day she’d had.
“What are these rules?”
“There’s only one. You can’t move or touch me.”
That was two rules, but she wouldn’t mention it. She nodded.
Daniel slid his hands between her sweater and her shirt. Holy shit. Just knowing she couldn’t move while he touched her already had her pussy dampening her panties.
His palms inched their way up her body. Each press heightened the anticipation. She could almost feel his fingers on her breasts and he hadn’t even touched them. She itched to explore his chest, or better yet, his cock, but rules were rules. The last thing she wanted was to disappoint him.
His nose pressed against her neck and he inhaled. “You smell so good.”
She’d used the soap in Mandy’s master. Wait until she had her spa and could order anything she wanted. Daniel would be in for a delightful surprise.
He dragged his parted lips up her neck, leaving a trail of love in his wake. Her damned pussy vibrated.
His hands stayed right where they were—inches from her breasts. Damn him. He knew how to frustrate and delight her at the same time. She inhaled deeply in the hopes he’d want to caress her breasts.
“Someone is impatient. That won’t do.”
He stepped back and his hands slid out from under his sweater. Her lids flew open. “I took a breath. That’s all.”
The distance between them lessened. “You must have patience. The rewards will be greater.”
Was he talking about making love with her or how to run a spa? To show him she was willing to play along, she placed her hands behind her back and closed her eyes again. She’d watched enough videos to know what a man who yearned for control would like. Keeping her jaw loose, she inhaled slowly then exhaled. Then she waited. From the closeness of his breath on her cheek, he was close—so very, very close.
The hem of her sweater seemed to lift on its own. It was almost as if he was trying to undress her without her knowledge.
“Lift your arms.”
She did, and her nipples tightened, awaiting a touch or a lick. Inch by inch, the wool bunched under her breasts. His hands pressed underneath the sweater and lifted the material over her breasts. His palms lingered on her tits. He squeezed both and she squeaked.
“Easy, sugar.”
The sweater came off easily. Now all that separated his mouth from her skin was her shirt and bra. He’d better hurry. She wasn’t sure how long she could last before she grabbed and kissed him.
Why did he have to give her a set of rules anyway? Probably because he can tell you need them.
It didn’t seem possible, but he moved even closer. His hips touched hers, and then he undid the bottom button of her shirt, easing the plastic through the hole. She was tempted to tell him to rip it open like Blade had, but to discuss that sexual exploit wouldn’t do.
“Do you want me to get you naked?” he whispered.
Each word came out soft and lilting. Her insides heated and her pussy contracted with need.
She sucked in her lower lip. “Yes.”
“Good.”
His fingers rose to the next hole. She tried to remember how many buttons there were. At the rate he was going, her panties would be sopping wet before he slipped off her blouse. Wasn’t he dying to take her, too?
The man was made of steel, which didn’t surprise her. Daniel Callen was all control and pure man.
He undid the next one and the next and the next one. Now all that remained was the top button. Instead of finishing the job, his thumbs slipped under her bra and popped it over her breasts. Apparently, gone were the days when a man unhooked the back first. The pads of his thumb brushed her nipples, and electric sparks bit into her.
Her belly tightened and her breath caught. “Hurry.”
He licked her cheek, and goose bumps raced across her arms and down to her belly.
“I decide when and how fast.”
He might be talking about making love, but she couldn’t help but wonder if this would be how he’d handle the joint running of the company, too. Would he really demand all the control? She didn’t want to think about her spa right now. Her body was trembling with too much heated desire.
He pulled her arms down by her side, reached under her shirt, and unhooked her bra. The material shot forward, and she took a deep breath. Free at last.
Finally, he released the last button and guided both her shirt and the bra down her arms. With a final tug, they both pooled at her feet.
His audible gasp turned her on like no comment could. He pressed on one nipple as if to see how quickly it bounced back. The tip hardened and puckered.
“So responsive. I like that.”
“I’d be more responsive if you sucked on them.”
He laughed. “I see I’ll need to spend a lot of time training you.”
Her body nearly exploded at the idea of him taking a paddle to her ass or tying her up. This would be her fantasy come true.
Daniel ran a tongue along the top of her breasts and delight spread straight to the tips. “Have you ever had someone put clamps on your nipples to make them tight and needy?”
Her hole creamed. “No.”
“Would you like that someday?”
She liked the someday part. This wasn’t a one-time event. “Maybe.” She wasn’t ready to speak her true desires.
“A
tease, I see.” His teeth nabbed one nipple while he cupped her pussy over her jeans.
She clenched her thighs and dropped back her head. The tension rippled through her. “Yes!”
He squeezed his hand between her legs and held her tight. She bent her legs for more pressure, and he withdrew his palm. Damn him.
Both hands returned to her breasts. He lifted both tits and smothered his face between them. His rough face tickled her skin, and the slight burn from his stubble magnified the sensuality. She liked it rough and powerful. He scraped his cheek across her tender nipple, and shards of bliss spiked through her.
She moaned, and he pinched her other nipple.
“Yes.” If only he’d pay attention to her lower half, she’d be in heaven.
He abandoned her breasts and trailed his kisses across her collarbone. He pushed aside her hair and drew the bottom of her ear into his mouth. As he sucked, he ran his palm over her breast and across her belly.
Go lower.
Her stomach fluttered. She widened her stance.
“Damn, but I need to taste you.”
Hallelujah!
His fingers thankfully were hastier in undoing her jeans than in unbuttoning her shirt. He unzipped them then stopped. What was wrong with the man?
“Place a hand on my shoulder and lift your foot.”
She was about to suggest she take the boots off herself, but that would defeat the purpose of the seduction. Keeping her eyes closed, she did as he asked. One tug on each leg removed her footwear.
Her pussy continuously throbbed. She needed his touch, and she needed it now. Before her tryst with Blade this morning, she’d gone months without sex. Now she was about to set a new record of twice in one day—a record she didn’t plan on repeating any time soon or her pussy might rebel.
“Open your eyes.”
Her breath caught. Gloriously, Daniel stood before her in jeans and nothing more. When had he disrobed? It didn’t matter. The man was all muscle and pure male. “Wow.”
He smiled. “As much as I’m into spontaneous lovemaking, the bed would be more comfortable.”
Without waiting for her to respond, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom she’d slept in just days before. Once more she marveled at both Blade’s and Daniel’s ability to carry her with such ease.
As he strode down the hall, his gaze never left her face. From the way his mouth gaped open and his lids had turned heavy, he was as desperate as she was. Praise be. Maybe he wouldn’t torture her any more.
He toed open the door and carried her in. The sheets were twisted and the pillows carelessly left near the head of the four-poster bed.
Her thoughts shot to bondage. He lowered her carefully and straddled her.
Her gaze dropped to his crotch. His erection pressed against his fly and when he leaned forward a little, the head of his cock peeked out the top.
She nodded to his hard dick. “Wouldn’t he feel better with more freedom?”
“You don’t learn do you?”
What did that mean?
He slipped closer to her feet and eased her jeans down her legs. As soon as they passed her hips, he flipped her over and walloped her ass.
“Ouch!” The kiss that followed helped soothe the ache. “What did I do?”
“Sugar, you suggested how I should approach our lovemaking.”
“So? I’m involved in this, too.” Only then did she remember about Doms. Did he consider himself one?
He rolled her on to her back, leaned over, and licked one nipple, then the other. “Trust me.”
She did. “What does that mean?” Why couldn’t the man just say what he wanted?
“You know the rules.”
No moving, no touching. He never said anything about no talking or making suggestions. She might have complained, but he swirled his tongue around the slightly swollen nipple and slid a hand over her belly, his fingers scorching a path over her sensitive skin. Both actions ruined her concentration. When he slipped his hand under her panties and straight to her clit, she lifted her hips.
“You like that?”
She bit back her response. His question had been rhetorical. She groaned and audibly sucked in a breath.
To hell with not moving. She had to feel his skin, enjoy how his muscles twisted and bunched as he moved. She slid her palms over his shoulders and pressed on them. Oh, my. He was all man.
Without a word, he shot off the bed and stepped into his walk-in closet. He returned with padded cuffs and rope. “Rules exist for a reason.”
His knee pressed into the mattress and made it dip. Faster than a cowboy could rope a calf, he stretched a rope between the two posts, clamped the cuffs on her wrists and tied them to the rope. She tugged. Damn. She had no give.
Oh, my God. He’d actually tied her up. Her breath caught from the excitement. To think it happened when she was with her dream man.
He leaned back on his knees and smiled. “Aren’t you a sight. I could make love to you for hours and not ever tire.”
She doubted he could last that long.
“From that sweet smile on your face, you’re good, right?”
He probably should have asked before restraining her, but she believed him when he said he’d stop if she asked. “Yes.”
He tugged on her jeans and let them bunch at her ankles. She couldn’t widen her legs. “You can’t lick me with my legs confined.” She hadn’t meant to pout, but she was frustrated.
He lowered his head and glanced up at her. “Watch me.”
The most she could widen her legs was maybe one foot.
“I love your nude pussy. Makes it easier to lick.”
Pleased he wasn’t turned off that she’d been waxed, she wiggled her hips. He clamped his hands on her belly. Now she really couldn’t move. The restriction excited her. Something about being dominated elevated the whole experience to a new level, one she wanted to explore more thoroughly with him.
He scooted back and dipped his tongue between her pussy lips. Bolts of electricity shot up her spine as he circled her opening. The man could drive a woman crazy with his slow hand, or rather his deliberate tongue.
He rolled his tongue and darted it in and out of her hole, but it didn’t satisfy her enough. “More.”
As if her need mattered, he drove two fingers into her, and her back arched. She tugged on her arms, forgetting they were tied. He pulled himself up and, balancing on his elbows, kissed her ever so lightly. He rose up on his knees and ran his hands from her wrists down her arms. Goose bumps surfaced from the lack of pressure.
“You’re ticklish?”
Should she confirm or deny it? If she said she wasn’t, he’d test her. “Yes. Very.”
He grinned and nabbed her chin with his teeth. “I like every inch of you.”
As if to prove his point, he returned to between her thighs and traced sensual patterns with his tongue. Moisture pooled between her legs. If he didn’t speed up, she wouldn’t last.
“Why don’t you get undressed so I can see you?” Crap. She forgot about his need to set the pace.
Instead of spanking her again, he eased off the bed and stepped out of his clothes. “They were uncomfortable anyway.” He winked to let her know she hadn’t gotten away with the transgression.
Naked, his cock stood straight up. She inhaled. “I know I’ve said this before, but wow.” Her pussy was already swollen from the amazing sex with Blade. She hoped he’d fit.
“I’ll make sure to have you so dripping he’ll slip in with one thrust.”
Her pussy cramped at the thought. “I’d like that.”
He finally eased her pants and panties off her legs and tossed them next to her. “I hated to get rid of those hot, sexy panties, but I have other plans than visual admiration.”
“Visual admiration?” She giggled.
He shrugged. “Just trying to impress you.”
She nodded to his erection. “You don’t need fancy words to impress me. Seeing you n
aked does the trick.”
He laughed. “I do love your sense of humor.”
She wasn’t being funny.
With the same ease as before, he tied each ankle to the bedposts and leaned back. “Now that is beautiful. I should take a photo.”
The top half of her body jerked up and her abs tightened. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He held up a palm. “No. Never. I was fantasizing. Now, let’s add no talking to the list. I have to concentrate.” He tapped her pussy, and she quivered.
He slipped between her thighs, and she closed her eyes, awaiting the heady trip to the highest virtual peak. His tongue darted out and once more circled her slit. Not wanting him to have to use his hands to hold her hips, she held still. With each swipe, waves of pleasure spiked through her. She inhaled to control the lust from pushing her over the edge too soon.
When he slipped his fingers into her hole this time, she squeezed her eyes shut and worked hard not be swept away. He reached up and rubbed her breast.
“Easy, sugar. We have all afternoon.”
She refrained from laughing. While she’d never counted how many times she’d climaxed at one time, she bet it wouldn’t top three. If she let go every time he excited her, she’d have ten or more. Since this was their first time together, she wanted to wait. Climbing that crest, holding hands, and jumping off as one, would be the ultimate high. Besides, she bet men like Daniel would like it if she could hold back her climax until he was ready to join her.
He sucked on her clit and brought her back to the present. She lifted her hips and groaned. Damn. Why couldn’t she hold still? He pinched her nipple and wiggled his fingers inside her. He curled them and hit a spot so sweet she yelled.
She lost it. “Daniel, please, fuck me!”
Chapter Ten
Daniel was torn. He wanted to pound his cock into Candy so hard and so long that every ounce of cum left his body, but he also wanted to show her that he was the right man for her. From the moment he set his eyes on her, his insides had ignited. Blade had told him what happened this morning, and Daniel didn’t want her to confuse the two.
Taking his time made his cock harder than any piece of metal he sold, but she’d be too sore if he didn’t excite her first. That shouldn’t be too hard, as she was super sensitive. He swiped a tongue across her pink pussy and got the moan he was looking for.
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