by Nikki Sloane
Silas’s fingers bit into my waist. He probably didn’t realize how hard he was squeezing me, but there was too much going on for him to concentrate. The shudder in him was more pronounced when her grip tightened and moved at a furious tempo.
Like he’d been punched, Silas stumbled backward from us. His expression said it all. He’d gotten much closer than he’d meant to. He used both hands to smooth his hair back as he seemed to try to collect himself. With his tie thrown to the side and his undone pants sagging at his hips, he looked wild.
There were no words between us, but a conversation ensued. His hesitant expression wanted to know what happened next. I quirked my lips into a smile and tilted my head. “Whatever you want,” I tried to convey.
His gaze shifted away from me and settled on the woman kneeling on the carpet. In his absence, Tara had assumed the standard position of a submissive. She sat back on her heels with her knees wide apart, her wrists crossed in the small of her back, and her head down. Ready and waiting for him.
“I don’t guess,” Silas said, just louder than the music, “you have a pair of handcuffs on you.”
I swallowed hard. Sure, I did. They were inside the metal lock box on the top shelf of my closet, right along with my pistol and my badge. Government-grade steel handcuffs and the keys, although I’d never had to use either of them.
When undercover, at first you try not to lie, but to deflect.
“Can I buy you a new tie?” I asked, stepping toward him.
He didn’t seem to understand until I loosened the knot at his neck. He met my fumbling hands, sliding the end free until his tie was a ribbon in his beautiful hands. For a moment, we just looked at Tara and savored what she was offering. Her body on display, her submission a gift.
I set my hands on his, fingering the silk. “Do you want me to do it?” I’d restrained her plenty of times at the club, but this was so different. Special.
He shook his head. “I’d like to.” His lips brushed over mine. “Is that all right?”
I grinned. I’d always demanded a rough and dirty Silas. I wasn’t prepared for a polite one.
It must have been clear I approved, because he went to her. His fingers curled under her chin and lifted her head.
“Up.”
Holy shit.
His one-word command detonated in the room, scattering the last of my anxiety away. He was just as committed to the scene as I was. He held out his hand and she took it, using it to climb to her feet. She said nothing as he led her to the couch and pointed.
“Sit. Hands behind your back.”
I stood in my living room, every cell in my body burning with anticipation as he sat beside her, the tie clenched in a fist. He leaned behind and set about winding the silk around her wrists.
She flinched when he did the first knot and yanked it closed. “Too tight?”
“No, Sir.”
Since he was behind her, she couldn’t see the impact of her words, but I could. His pleased expression filled me with pleasure by proxy.
He’d been sitting the night I’d put on a show for him at the club, so I thought it was appropriate to do the same. I tucked my skirt beneath me as I sat in the loveseat opposite the couch, giving me a perfect view.
The second knot was tugged closed, the silk slipping against itself with a quiet “Vrrrp.”
Silas righted himself. He peeled out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the coffee table, then pulled off his shoes and socks. Those skilled, artistic fingers undid the buttons of his dress shirt until it fell open, but he didn’t shed it. Instead he left it to tease me with glimpses of his artwork.
Tara waited patiently, keeping her gaze on her knees. Was she wondering what he was going to do? I was curious as well.
He sat back and pivoted so he could lie sideways on the couch. His hand went to her shoulder. “On your back.”
They were by the armrest, though, and as she moved, he dipped an arm beneath her, helping her lower until her shoulder blades were against the armrest. He supported himself on an elbow, his back pressed against the back of the couch, and his gaze snared mine.
We stood at the edge of the precipice, our deep breaths synchronizing together, and then we jumped.
His hand shoved her knee aside, and her foot fell to the floor. It opened her to him, and his fingers trailed quickly along the inside of her thigh. Silas never dropped eye contact with me. I wasn’t focused on his hand, it was all on his expression, but I could sense the fingers. I could feel them moving along her skin as they crept right between her thighs, touching her where I was hot and wet and throbbing.
“Mmm,” she moaned with her lips flattened together. His fingers stirred over her clit. Her next moan was longer and deeper.
Perhaps he watched me to gauge my reaction, but I believed something else was going on. Silas wanted the connection with me as he brought her pleasure. I licked my lips. He’d barely touched her and already I felt parched and starved.
“Again,” I commanded him.
This time his fingers rolled several tiny circles. Her biceps tensed, and a devious smile bowed on my face. Her instinct was to touch herself or position his hand where she wanted it, but she was bound and couldn’t.
“What?” he teased her, picking up on the same thing. “Did you need something?”
Holy hell, his evil tone turned me on. She gasped as he manipulated her clit, twisting the bud of flesh between his fingers.
I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands while I watched. If I touched myself, I worried I’d come quickly, and I wasn’t ready for it. I liked to delay and draw out my pleasure just as I’d done to her in the club. But watching Silas touch her and the way she was writhing in his arms was almost too much to bear.
Her lips rounded into an O when his middle finger pressed inside.
“What does she feel like?” I asked, my voice hurried.
“Her pussy’s on fire.” He kept those silver eyes pointed at me as he licked one of her erect nipples. “She’s squeezing on my finger like she wants to come.” His finger retracted and slipped back inside. “Is that what you want, Tara?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Sir.”
His tone was firm. “No, it’s too soon.”
God, it was like we shared a mind.
His pink tongue swiped over her breast, causing her to tremble. “You don’t get to come until you’re begging for it. You’ll use words, but that won’t be enough. I won’t let you come until you’re too far gone to find any words. I only want this body to beg.”
And . . . that was it. I shoved my hand between my legs and massaged the ache.
He did exactly what I had done, edging her. First with one finger, then with two. His mouth closed on her nipple and sucked until his cheeks hollowed. Her squirming grew desperate.
“Please,” she whispered even when we all knew it was futile. His white teeth gleamed at me when she gasped her second cry, begging in a raw voice.
Instead, he gave her three fingers. Pleasure rolled along my nerve endings, not just at the visual of half his hand inside her, but at the memory of how good the stretch felt. How much I enjoyed the sensation of being so full.
He looked amazing.
His powerful arm flexed with each thrust, making her body recoil on each impact, sending her breasts swaying. Tara panted with her eyes closed. Her hips undulated on the fingers, and her knees shook.
I didn’t submit. My programming was off; I was wired wrong. Yet I was struck powerfully with the thought that if I’d ever allow true domination, it’d be with this man. Because I cared so deeply for him, if he needed it . . .
The pitch of Tara’s breathing changed and turned frantic like someone had flipped a switch. Her shoulders tensed. Soft whimpering noises rumbled and pleaded. He’d pushed her farther and longer than I had, and I was sure his reward would be greater. The moment she came undone was crystal clear. Tara couldn’t form words. The only thing going on in her mind was the desperate, primal ne
ed for release.
“Yes,” Silas encouraged. “Yes, yes.”
An earthquake erupted from her, so violent it shook the couch. Her legs tensed, her arm muscles strained, and she gasped so loud it was almost a scream. Her head tipped back and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, letting Silas hold her as the orgasm took control from him.
It was such an impressive display, my hand paused. All I could do was watch with rapt attention, drinking in her cries of pleasure. I was envious of them both. Envious of her pleasure, and of his control.
Her panting diminished breath by breath until it was steady and normal. He lifted her, helping Tara return to sitting on the couch and him by her side.
“You said I should do whatever I want to do to you,” Silas said to me. “Right?”
“Yes,” I purred. My hand resumed its stroke between my legs. Christ. I’d never been this wet. It was almost embarrassing.
He stood and undid the cuffs of his dress shirt, pulling himself free. The white shirt sailed onto the coffee table. His pants and boxers were shed next. The belt cracked against the wood when the clothes were chucked aside. Now he was as gloriously naked as she was. It heightened the stakes and made me insatiable.
I was too busy admiring the tattoo to realize what he was doing. He grabbed the edge of the coffee table and pushed it to the side, clearing space in front of Tara.
“Oh!” He surprised her when he shoved her backward and she bounced slightly against the couch cushions. She’d been seated right at the edge and now she was in a slumped position. As she tried to push herself up on her bound hands, Silas took a knee.
I didn’t like that our connection was broken, but it was overruled by the anticipation of the new show about to start. And since he couldn’t do it . . . “Tara, look at me.”
Her gaze flew to mine directly across the space. She held it as the man kneeling before her put his large hands on her knees and pressed them open. His head dipped down. She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.
Oh, my, fuck. The muscles along his broad back rippled and flexed as he fucked her with his mouth. I tugged my panties down around my knees, torturing myself. I could touch my pussy, but the panties kept me restrained. Kept me from finishing myself off.
Tara’s chin was tucked to her chest, and it seemed she no longer cared about her slumped positioning. Her feet were on the floor, but she lifted up onto the balls of her feet. It only made Silas push her legs further apart. I could hear the sound of his tongue sliding on her damp pussy, and see how much she enjoyed each sensation through her face.
“Isn’t he amazing with his tongue?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
My body locked up in momentary shock. Mistress. How the fuck could a single word give me so much pleasure? I yanked my hand away from my pussy, worried I might come without warning.
I needed to reward her for how much she’d pleased me. I stood up and the sodden panties fell to my ankles, so I could easily step out of them. My hand went to the pull on the zipper of my dress.
She watched me undress, her eyes hooded. I wasn’t sure if it was my naked body, or the tongue working her, or both.
“I didn’t know you . . .” she struggled to catch her breath, “had a tattoo. Is it yours, Sir?”
He’d been busy, so he must not have realized I’d stripped. His head turned, and when I caught his gaze, I smiled. Behind my ribs, my heart went into overdrive.
“Yes,” I said, my voice confident. “All of it. All of me is his.”
Chapter
TWENTY-TWO
Silas looked stunned. We hadn’t talked about our relationship. In fact, my request for him not to see anyone else was the only conversation we’d had about it. But I cared for him so much I felt it deep into the marrow of my bones, and knew he felt it back, at least to some degree.
I joined him, sinking to my knees. He must have known my intent. His hand cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me fiercely, and then he pressed me toward her waiting pussy.
My tongue lapped and licked at her eagerly, while one of his hands caressed the curves of my body. His touch was sensual, as if he was sculpting me with those artistic hands. Meanwhile I fluttered and sucked, sliding my tongue deep between her folds so I could taste her better. Enjoyment crept in for both me and her, but the hand on the back of my neck tightened. It wordlessly asked me to let up so he could take over.
Watching him lap at her up close made me dizzy with lust. I was too impatient to wait my turn. I lunged forward, and our tongues met as they flicked over her clit. Tara’s whimpers of choked bliss were louder than the sexy music playing in my kitchen.
We worked together perfectly. He’d lick her for a minute, and then I’d take charge. He had one hand squeezing her full breast, while the other was on my ass, squeezing as well. His grip was intense and needy.
The tag team rhythm was demanding and relentless on her. The muscles in her belly were quivering, and power burned under my skin, urging me onward. I turned my palm up to the ceiling as I sank my middle two fingers in her pussy. Silas wasn’t kidding. Her body was scalding hot.
“Condom in my purse,” I said to him.
Footsteps carried him away while I kept her poised on the brink. Like when she’d been on the table, her hips rotated on my hand, trying to set the pace, so I pinched her swollen clit. She stopped instantly, a moan dying in her throat.
The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open spurred me into action. I eased my hand out of her, grabbed her elbow and pulled her back up to sitting. I was curious how Silas was going to want to take her, but then he answered it by sitting on the floor beside me, his back against the foot of the couch, his legs straight out on the carpet.
“You want me to untie her?” I asked, figuring it be easier if she had use of her hands.
He nodded as he rolled the condom down the length of his cock. I wrapped my arms around her waist to reach behind her, and my fingers worked lose the knots he’d tied. She stared down at me like I was fascinating, and her attentiveness only made my desire stronger.
There’d been something missing between all of my partners before Silas, and I’d been convinced it was them. The ache and unsatisfied feeling which lingered after sex, even when my orgasms had been fulfilled, left me wondering if it was always going to be like that. A letdown. It hadn’t really been them, it’d been me. I’d held myself back on a leash until Silas.
I pulled Tara down off the couch so we were kneeling together beside him, and I slid a hand down her back, grabbing the soft globe of her ass. My other hand was on her hip, pressing her against me. Our naked breasts collided. It felt . . . pleasant. There wasn’t another word I could find to describe it, but I liked her soft skin pushed against mine.
Tara was ready for my kiss. Her lips opened, welcoming my tongue, and her mouth was as scorching hot as the rest of her had been. When I ended the kiss, I took my hand off her ass and brought it back down with a loud smack.
“Get on him. I want to watch you fuck that cock.” I ordered it with a dark voice. I was out of control with excitement and weirdly in complete control of all other aspects of the scene.
“Regan.” Once again, Silas said my name like it was a dirty word, and it sounded so fucking good. His expression was painted with concern. “You’re sure?”
I didn’t want to just tell him I was sure, I wanted to show him. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and forced her over him so she straddled his lap. Tara put her hands on his shoulders to stabilize herself, but her gaze remained on mine. Both of them staring at me. Yes. She understood exactly who was in command right now.
I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smile, wordlessly giving her permission to go ahead.
Holy fucking God, it was erotic. Naughty and wrong, yet I couldn’t stop watching as she sank down, his cock disappearing in her body. My grip in her hair guided her slowly down, and my other hand covered hers on his shoulder. Competing desires rose up. I wanted to kiss him, but I also
didn’t want to stop watching.
In the end, the desire to connect with him was stronger. I held her perfectly still on him, while I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. He tasted like sin. The kiss was only supposed to last a moment, but he had other plans. He trapped my head in his hands and claimed me, branding his kiss on my lips.
Lust and wickedness were a dangerous combination, but they looked beautiful on Silas. His gaze was so focused on me, it felt like he could see right inside to the secrets I was keeping. I kept our eye-contact unbroken as I moved my hand, commanding my sub to begin.
Kissing him while she’d sucked his cock was sexy, but kissing him while he was fucking her was so much better. Once she’d found the tempo I’d wanted, I let her go and sat back on my heels. Her tits bounced as she rode him, her head flung back, and waves rolled through her long curtain of hair. Silas had a hand on her waist. I’d set the original pace, but it seemed too slow for him. He drove up beneath her, unleashing a groan of approval as she matched the tempo his hips demanded.
“Yeah,” he grunted. His hand on her waist glided up until it was on the spot where her neck met her body. “Tell her how much you like my cock inside you.”
Tara’s head came up and her gaze searched, finding me quickly. Her cheeks were flushed and she panted it out. “He feels amazing.”
“Does he?” I moved so I was right beside her, my knees against her leg. I spanked her, causing her to yelp. “Answer me.”
“Oh, God. Yes, Mistress.”
She already seemed close to coming again. I dipped my hand between their bodies, buried my fingers on her wet clit, and rubbed furiously as she pumped on him.
“Are you going to come all over his cock? Is your pussy going to make a big mess?”
She flinched at my question, but her face twisted with enjoyment. It turned her on. My hand that wasn’t working her clit, cupped the nape of her neck and reminded her of my dominance. I put my lips at the sensitive spot below her ear, kissing and nipping.
