by Lora Ann
His, “Fuck, yeah,” only caused me to work us into a frenzy. By the time we reached his cabin, both of us had climaxed. He reached over and grabbed my neck, pulling my mouth onto his. Our tongues began a sultry tango until we had to break apart for air. He purred, “I need you tied up and begging for more.”
“Yes,” I replied, “Please.”
How he managed to unfold his large frame and make his way to my door with lightning speed I’ll never know. Before I could really think about it, he had his arm coiled around my waist and the other under my knees, scooping me up against his honed chest. With his backside, he closed the door and then strode towards the front door like I weighed nothing at all. Impressive, considering I wasn’t a small woman. The door opened as we arrived, but I didn’t really see who was standing there. My eyes were held captive by his intense, lust-filled gaze. Oh, my! I would burn alive in the quicksilver sparking back at me. I didn’t care if I went up in a blaze as long as he was with me. On the way to the stairs, he called, “Alex. We’ll be a while if you’d like to step out.”
Heat flooded my face as I recognized the name of his brother. I would’ve said something if he hadn’t placed a fiery kiss on my lips. I was lost to him, my need, and his desire.
In what I assumed was the master suite, he placed me on my feet beside a colossal, wood framed bed. He growled, “Face the bed.”
I obeyed as tingles of eroticism danced along my skin. Somehow, without me saying a word, he knew what I needed most. His hands were on the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head. As he tossed it aside, his other hand was busy unhooking my bra. Next he was kneeling behind me, removing first one shoe and sock, then the other. After that, my yoga pants and panties were yanked to my ankles in a fluid motion. I shivered as the cold air raised goose bumps along my flesh. He assisted me with the final removal of my pants and then spun me towards him. He took a step back and perused my body with hooded eyes. Dear God, I was going to combust if he didn’t touch me soon. He purred, “You’re pure fucking perfection.”
I couldn’t meet his gaze and looked at my feet instead. His forefinger and thumb latched on to my chin, lifting it up so I had to meet his eyes with mine. What I saw there made my knees go weak. There was definitely lust, but there was also love and adoration. Again, I tried to glance away. He wasn’t having that as his hold became firmer. “Never be embarrassed by my appreciation of you. Whether it’s your physical beauty or your inner radiance, I don’t ever want you to think I’m bullshitting you. Clear?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. I’ll do my best.”
He ran his hand over his face. “Damn, Lacey. Do you think I’m only saying that so you’ll put out?”
I shook my head and took a step away from him. “No. I know you’re not like that.” I clarified, “I just don’t understand how you see what I can’t.”
On a groan he hauled me against him. “You need me to show you, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer; instead, I stood there like a child chewing on my bottom lip. Honestly, I had no clue how he could possibly show me how he saw me. He licked around my mouth before lightly biting on my lip and tugging it away from me. Then he began to suck it into his warm mouth. My moan brought his tongue out to play with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tighter into me. His jeans and t-shirt caused a delicious friction along my nude form. He disengaged first. Breathing heavily as he whispered against my mouth, “Will you trust me to take care of you?”
Like he needed to ask me that? I trusted him more than I had any other person in my life, including Keeley. “Yes,” I breathed out.
He laced his hands with mine and began to walk backwards with me in tow. Along the way he nipped and licked my neck, throat, and behind my ear. He came to a stop at the edge of a hot tub. I stared dumbfounded for a moment before I quizzed, “You have a Jacuzzi in your bedroom?”
“We haven’t left the room,” he chuckled, “So that’d be a yes.”
I flushed at stating the obvious. But c’mon, how many people did you know that had one of those in their bedroom?! For the first time, I actually took in the room. The wall to our left was floor to ceiling glass with the forest as our backdrop. On the other side of the hot tub was a stone fireplace, which took up half the wall. To my right was a set of doors. I could only assume they led to a bathroom and closet, as well as the hallway. Of course the bed took up the last wall. Everything was rustic and masculine, yet warm and comforting. The log cabin feel wasn’t lost even with the modern day amenities and massive space. My eyes finally came back to the beautiful man before me. He was a work of art, and suddenly, I needed him bare. I licked my top lip as I reached for his super soft, gray t-shirt. The color caused his eyes to look even lighter, hypnotizing me to his will. He helped me disrobe his phenomenal body piece by piece. Slowly. Teasingly. Until I was one hot mess by the time he was fully naked.
I reached forward to pay homage to this god when he stayed my hand on his torso. A wicked gleam was in his eyes as his lips curled up slightly. There was danger and promise in every move he made. “Turn around,” he instructed.
When I complied, I was met with his hands rubbing along my back, working up towards my shoulders. One had disappeared momentarily and then returned with something red and silk. He ran the smooth material enticingly up and down my left arm, and then moved to my right. He draped the cool scarf around my shoulders as he reached over and hit a button on the remote. All of a sudden, John Legend’s voice filled the room while playing a beautiful prelude on the piano. “Let’s Get Lifted” began its sultry beat with words that took my breath away. Talk about mood music. I was lost to the sensations of the silkiness skimming my body and lyrics promising me pure rapture. Damn. I was in a lodge of paradise, and it was exactly what I needed—wanted—to escape all the worries and concerns that had consumed me for far too long. E ran the scarf around my nape and then tugged, bringing my body up to meet him. At that moment I acknowledged, I was his instrument. And he was an accomplished musician, stroking and strumming me to the melody only he knew. When he turned me to face him, he took my mouth on a moan, seeking and tasting every recess I possessed. With his hand he fisted my hair and yanked, positioning me so his tongue could delve deeper. All the while, he slipped the soft material from behind my head and began to slowly trace it along my collarbones. I mewled and arched into him for more. He responded with a deep, “tsk-tsk.” My eyes widened at the reprimand. A slow, sexy-as-hell grin lifted the corners of his mouth as a mischievous gleam lit up his eyes. Oh, shit. What’s he going to do to me? Out of nowhere he revealed more red material. Upon closer inspection I saw that instead of a silky scarf, he held red braided rope.
Through a shaky breath I managed, “What are you going to do with that?”
“Punish you,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“For what, exactly?” My voice was tremulous, and he hadn’t missed it.
“Do you trust that I won’t hurt you?”
“Yes,” I swallowed. “But you haven’t answered my question.”
In response he eased me down to the floor, grasping my hands before raising them over my head, and then looped the ropes around each wrist. After that, he secured the rope to an eye bolt in the floor. How had I not seen that? Once I was successfully bound into place, he replied, “You’ve been tied down because you were impatient, my sweet.”
I yanked on my restraints as I gave him hard look. “Come on! Did you really think I wouldn’t respond to what you were doing with that scarf?”
“I knew you would,” he declared arrogantly.
“You wanted to tie me up all along,” I huffed.
“True.” He couldn’t deny it. “But you’re the one who wanted me to.”
“Well, yeah. Still…you shouldn’t call it punishment.”
“Would you prefer prisoner to pleasure?” he drawled in a sexy timbre and hotter-than-hell accent.
I almost had an orgasm then and there. Bastard knew i
t too. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply at the apex between my thighs. “You smell like the most decadent dessert.” He growled, “You’re more than ready for me.”
My sex actually quivered. I was so close it wouldn’t take but a touch and/or lick to send me over. I heard metal scrape against metal and searched down my body to see what he had in his hands this time. He gently stroked one of my ankles before he strapped a leather cuff around it. Once he had it secured, he did the same to my other one. There was now a bar between my feet. He adjusted it so I was spread wide open to him. A satisfied smirk appeared as he then anchored the bar with another rope to a safety rail leading into the hot tub. He then placed his hand on my hips and carefully maneuvered my body where he wanted it. His eyes met mine when he commanded, “Bend your knees.”
While I complied I queried, “What is that called?” I motioned with my head to the contraption between my legs.
He fanned out the scarf and lightly drew it over my head and down my torso as he answered, “Spreader bar.”
I moaned from the sweet torture of the silk dancing across my nipples, which hardened in response. E gave me a devilish grin when he repeated the action, over and over again, until I was a writhing mess. In reply to my demand, he twisted the scarf and slid it between my folds. I nearly came. He positioned himself between my legs and proceeded to rub his stiff erection along my sensitive button. I panted out, “Oh…God…yes.”
He snapped out, “Don’t come until I tell you you can.”
WTH? Was he insane? There was no way I could control such a natural reflex. I started to protest, “How do you…”
I was cut off by the scarf easing into my mouth. My eyes widened in fear. E eased off my body and slid next to me, tenderly running his fingers along my jaw. “Relax, søta. I won’t hurt you.” He leaned over and gently mapped his lips on either side of my mouth. “If you want me to remove it, nod your head ‘yes.’ ” I took a deep breath through my nose and realized the gag didn’t hinder such an action. I could taste my own secretions from where he had slipped the material along my slit. I paused for a moment and considered everything: Was I scared? No. Did I trust him to keep me safe? Yes. I held eye contact with him as I shook my head ‘no.’
His nose met mine as he crooned, “That’s my girl.” He then stood so I could admire his incredible body. Never would I tire from seeing him completely naked. His body was taut and mesmerizing, and there was nothing more I wanted in that moment than to trace the ink dragon adorning him. Once again, he knelt between my spread-eagle legs. “Look up,” he demanded.
For the first time, I noticed the mirror on the ceiling. A sly smirk ghosted across his lips before he lay down and consumed me like I was his last meal. I watched as his talented tongue wreaked havoc on my already sensitive nub. With one hand he reached up and began to lightly pinch and roll my nipple, alternating from one to the other. The fingers of his other hand plunged into my soaked entrance. I was on a knife’s edge, fighting for control when I felt his pinky enter the orifice lower down. All kinds of sensations rocked my body…hard. I felt E lift slightly away from my throbbing clit. “Watch yourself come, Lacey. Now,” he ordered.
The tip of his tongue then darted out and barely made contact as I orgasmed with more intensity than I ever had before. The gag prevented my screams as I was bucking and thrashing from the onslaught of pleasure. I could actually hear Even lapping at the cream flooding his mouth. He continued his sinful attentions until I was a weeping mess. Suddenly, my feet were free as he grabbed my butt and entered on one fluid thrust. He pulled out to the tip of his cock and then repeated the action. My eyes were no longer taking everything in from above. They were keenly on his as my body shook from yet another wave cresting. He held steady feeling my inner walls tighten around him. He then leaned forward and removed my gag with his teeth. His warm, wet tongue skated around my mouth before tangling with mine. I felt my wrists released as E laced his fingers with mine and began to circle his hips. His pelvic bone met my already over-sensitized, engorged nub and detonated…again. He followed right behind me.
He rolled off my body and onto his side tucking my head against his shoulder. Our bodies had become disconnected with the maneuver, and, quite frankly, I mourned the loss. Even glanced up at the mirror before his gaze met mine. “You are so beautiful when you come. Did you see it? Do you now understand what it is I see in you?”
I wasn’t sure I saw myself the way he did. But if it was anything like how I saw him, then yeah, I got it. “I know the way I see you.” I ran my hand along his sculpted chest. “So, yes, I guess I do comprehend.
“I don’t deserve you,” he declared, “But after what we just experienced, I will never let you go. You’re mine,” he growled out before kissing me possessively.
There was no denying it. He was absolutely correct…I was his. I seriously doubted I had the strength to leave him after what we just shared. It wasn’t just my body he had bound. No. My heart, my mind, my soul were totally and completely bound to his.
Irrevocably.
Before I could say anything more on the subject, there was a knock at the door. “E. We need to talk, brother.”
I assumed that had been Alex since I was fairly certain Nik wasn’t around.
Even answered, “Give me a sec, Alex.”
Well, that just cleared up any questions I might’ve had.
E placed a reverent kiss on my lips before he stood up. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that he had tugged on his blue jeans sans underwear. Why was that so hot? My body began to clench with the knowledge that all I had to do was unzip his fly and would have full access to his amazing cock. I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the moan threatening to rise up and out of my throat. He shot me a knowing look as he grabbed a hold of the door knob. Over his shoulder he apprised, “We’ll finish your impish thoughts later.”
I observed the smug smirk as he left the room. I giggled as I covered my face with my hands. Earlier when he had claimed me as his, he wasn’t mistaken. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I had fallen in love with him. Who knew I would crave such a dominant man. His title wasn’t misleading whatsoever. He was most definitely a Master. God, he owned me in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. And I knew, beyond a shadow of doubt, I would not survive leaving him. Though, I was completely cognizant that it had to be done. My mind cautioned, sooner rather than later is best. While that would be in my best interest—and his—for the first time in my life, I wanted to be selfish. I needed more time with him. With that affirmation, I slid into the heat of the Jacuzzi and went underneath the water. As I resurfaced I thought, damn the consequences.
Chapter Twenty-Six
E
I walked down the hall while running my hand through my hair. What I had just shared with Lacey was unlike any other experience I’d ever had. And I only wanted more. She had become a drug to me. A total obsession. There was a war raging within me: go back to that room and stay buried inside her until morning, or go see what my brother had learned. Lacey denied it when I told her I was a selfish man, but it was the truth. However, my brothers meant the world to me just as Keeley did to Lacey, so I had to get my priorities straight. With that decision made, I continued towards the great room where Alex stared out the window with a glass in hand. I watched as he took a gulp and then turned towards me. “Sorry about that, Even. But something has come up and I need to leave soon.”
“No problem.” I walked over and poured myself a glass of vodka and offered to refill Alex’s. He politely refused. After I took a healthy drink, I inquired, “Do you have a lead?”
“Which case?”
Damn, how had I forgotten he’d been MIA working on the Caleb situation regarding Aimee on top of this fiasco with Keeley? Yet I would swear there was another situation he wasn’t going to discuss with me taking center stage. Hmm…something or someone had my normally even keeled brother in knots. I replied, “Both.”
His eyes shot up, and I knew I’d bee
n correct about my assumption regarding another problem. He quickly looked away before he proceeded, “Every lead comes to a dead-end in both scenarios.” He rubbed his jaw out of frustration. “I may be on to something, but it’s too early to tell at the moment. That’s where I’m heading off to now.”
My temper began to rise. It wasn’t my brother’s fault. I was just livid at the whole fucked-up mess. I slammed the glass down so hard I was surprised it didn’t shatter. As I began to pace, Alex spoke, “Don’t you think I’m just as pissed off? I’m impotent in both cases and it’s making me fucking crazy!” he roared.
The situation didn’t need two hot heads. Besides, Lacey wouldn’t handle our rage very well. I toned it down and continued, “My apologies. I know you’re doing the best you can.” I blew out an exaggerated breath. “But my anger isn’t going to help with all of this.”
“Mine isn’t much better,” Alex sighed. “I just don’t know where else to look.”
The moment was broken when a soft, raspy female voice chimed in, “Welcome to my world.” Lacey seemed to crumple in on herself.
Oh, hell no. My girl wasn’t going to feel responsible for something completely out of her control. I strode towards her with purpose and enfolded her into my arms. “None of that,” I chided gently. “You will not blame yourself. Hear me?” Her eyes widened at my order.
Alex diffused the situation before I could speak again. “He comes by it naturally,” laughing without mirth, “We’re all bossy as hell.”
Lacey looked up at him and then eased out of my embrace. “We haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Lacey.”
Alex grabbed the hand she extended and brought it up to his mouth, gently placing a kiss along her knuckles. There was no containing the feral growl that erupted at seeing another man kissing my Lacey. Didn’t matter that it was one of my brothers, or that I was fully aware he’d never betray me like that. All I knew was possessiveness that nearly knocked me on my ass. Fuck. Every cell in my body was demanding I take what was mine…now. Alex gave me a sidelong glance and casually released Lacey’s hand as he said, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Alex.”
