by Tina Donahue
“How’d things go?” Lauren asked.
“You need to give him a raise,” Marnie said before he could speak. “Tor’s awesome. I’d show you what he did but he said if I took off the bandages too soon, my arm would fall off.”
He chuckled. “Did not.”
Lauren nodded. “Sounds like him.”
“Hey,” he said. “Did not.”
Lauren wagged her finger. “You take good care of her.”
Tor hustled Marnie out of the hall.
“Hey,” Jasmina said to him before they could get to the parlor door. “New client was asking about you. Wanted to know if you could do him next Wednesday.”
“On my day off?”
“He heard you were here today. Not that I told him…” She slid her gaze to Van Gogh inking away in the window.
“I don’t care what he heard,” Tor said. “Wednesdays are out of the question. He has to pick a time when I’m here.”
Jasmina nodded.
Once they were outside, Marnie turned to him. “How much did you tell Lauren about us?”
“That we’d be here today and I didn’t want anyone disturbing me unless the place was burning down.”
“Then she knows we’re seeing each other.”
“She guessed when I told her I wasn’t charging you for my time. Come on.” He took her hand. “Let’s get the food and go home.”
* * * * *
Rafe had packed a feast. For appetizers, they had cassavas stuffed with beef and fried to a golden brown with mojo sauce on the side, breaded potatoes, empanadas, plantain chips and the tamal cubano from the first time. The entrees consisted of cutlets with grilled onions, skirt steak with chimichurri sauce, marinated chicken topped with red and green peppers, onions and a brown sauce, the always-popular arroz con pollo served with beans, and the fricasé de pollo she’d had the last time. There was caramel flan for dessert, along with rice pudding sprinkled with cinnamon, white cake covered with whipped cream, and finally guavas and cream cheese.
She stared, not knowing where to start. “Is my recovery going to last for days?”
“We missed lunch.” He headed for the fridge. “This is to make up for that and take us into dinner.”
Clear into tomorrow from the looks of the spread. “Fine with me.” She toed off her huaraches and unzipped her jeans.
By the time Tor returned with two beers and a can of Mountain Dew, Marnie was naked below the waist and working on her top. “Hope one of those beers is for me. Can you help me with my top so I don’t screw up my bandages?”
He put their drinks on the table. “What are you doing?”
“Do you really have to ask?”
He eased her blouse off, draping the garment over the back of his chair. “I meant, why?”
“After we eat, I want to be ready for bed. Don’t you?”
“You have a point.”
He undressed quickly, dropping his things on top of her bra, panties and jeans. “What did you have in mind for bed? And don’t give me ‘you’ll see’. That’s my line.”
“Since when?”
“Please?” he asked, pulling out a chair for her.
Marnie licked his tat and checked the hickey she’d given him Sunday. A trifle faded. Today, she’d have to mark him again. She sank into her chair. “If you insist, I—”
Tor’s cell phone rang, interrupting her.
“You what?” he asked.
The phone rang again.
“Shouldn’t you get the call?” she asked. “Might be important. Could be someone from work.”
“I’m off today.”
“What about your family? They don’t call when you’re off?”
“Better not be them.” He grabbed his phone from his jeans pocket and looked at the display. “No way am I answering this.”
Marnie craned her neck to see what he did. “Why?”
“The caller blocked the number. Probably selling something.” He tossed the phone back on the pile of clothes. “Back to us.” Tor leaned down to her, their mouths no more than an inch away. “What did you have in mind for bed?”
Marnie smiled. “Bondage.”
Desire flooded his face. “Oh yeah? Kink, like I said?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
Tor laughed. “Baby, bondage is kink.”
“Not like you’re thinking. I want to tie you up first.”
Chapter Eight
Marnie’s expectant look registered with Tor before her words actually had. Once he realized what she’d said… Wow. She kept surprising him.
“Ah…”
“You don’t want to,” she said, searching his face.
“No. I mean, I didn’t expect—” His thoughts were whizzing so fast, Tor was having trouble keeping up with them. He pictured being tied up. Marnie crawling all over him, having her way, loving him good with her hands, mouth, cunt, his freedom restricted but not his passion. Heat billowed through him. “Hell yeah, why not?”
“You’re sure?”
His cock couldn’t have been more sold on the idea. The moment Marnie had started to strip, his rod had been on the rise and was showing off now. Thickening even more. Flushing with lust. “Uh-huh.”
To prove he meant what he’d said, Tor took her hand, placing her soft palm on his shaft and nuts.
Marnie stroked both, making him shudder with need.
“We better eat fast,” she said.
“You still hungry?”
“Not for food.”
“Let’s go.” He grabbed Marnie’s hand and pulled her down the hall.
“Wait.” She held back. “I have an idea.”
Another one? Fuck, she was a well of inspiration today. “What?”
“We can screw around and eat at the same time—or at least I can.” Marnie pulled him back into the kitchen. “Grab the desserts.” She headed for the drawer with the utensils and pulled out two spoons—one silver and small and the wooden one big enough to cook with. “These should do.”
Uh-huh. Tor had the Styrofoam dessert containers cradled against his chest. “You’re going to eat this stuff off me?”
Marnie wiggled her eyebrows. “That’s the plan. But only after I have you tied up real good.” She tapped the wooden spoon against her chin. “Wouldn’t want you trying to take any of my sweets.”
Tor laughed. “God forbid.”
She went to him, her smile gone, expression intent. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
He sensed another question behind the one she’d asked—if he was comfortable enough with his masculinity to let a woman take the lead. Tor couldn’t blame Marnie for her doubt, given the father she’d had. A guy who was obviously insecure as hell and felt the need to be macho all the time to prove his worth.
“Oh baby, bring it on.”
Excitement radiated from her. “I will.”
“Be careful with your arm. No heroics. If I don’t come within an hour or two, you rest. I insist.”
Laughing, she hurried down the hall with him bringing up the rear. Like the last time, she turned on the overhead light. Tor put the dessert on the edge of the bed. He had one knee on the mattress, ready to hop on, when Marnie grabbed his arm.
“Where are your ties?” she asked.
He only had one for christenings, First Communions, graduations and other family celebrations. “I’m not sure. Last time I wore the thing was in March at a second cousin’s confirmation. Has to be somewhere in here.” He turned to the nightstand then the closet. “Maybe in my pants pocket? Where you going?”
She stopped in the doorway. “To get my bra and your tank top. They should work fine.”
“Got you covered.” He opened the top drawer of the nightstand.
“You have bras in there?” she asked.
Tor leveled his gaze on her then pulled out two clean tank tops, one in white, the other in navy, both smelling of fabric softener. “You need some for my feet too?”
Marnie regarded the base
of the bed. “No footboard. I’ll have to sit on your thighs to keep you down.”
“Or screw me until I can’t move.”
“There’s a thought.” She put out her hand for his tops and inclined her head to the mattress. “Hop on. Arms above your head, legs spread widely, showing me your stuff.”
Tor flexed his cock. The crown bobbed merrily. “Like this?”
“We should record what we’re doing. I’ll get your smartphone. Be right back.”
“Whoa.” Tor grabbed her un-inked arm. “I’m not shy, mind you, but we can do the photo session later, okay?”
“It’s a date. On the bed.”
As he got in the position she wanted, with his hands reaching toward the headboard posts, she kept flipping the end of his top over itself, turning the garment into what resembled a rope. Finished, she held the thing between her hands. “Not gonna be long enough. I’ll have to use two on each side. May I?” Marnie gestured to his nightstand.
She was asking permission to raid his wardrobe when she was going to tie him up, slather him with food, eat the stuff off him, and hopefully fuck him raw? Tor suppressed a smile. “Of course. Just push the bras aside to get to my stuff.”
Her laughter filled the room, sounding like the beginning of love to him. If he were lucky.
Tor knew Marnie was afraid to commit too deeply, with good reason. If he’d been through what she had, emotional intimacy would have scared the crap out of him. Hell, he’d had close to an ideal childhood and the thought of “forever after” had always given him pause.
Until now. He’d fallen into deep lust and like with her from the beginning and was careening toward something more even though he suspected she wanted their relationship to remain mostly physical. At least for the time being. Hopefully not forever.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” she said.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“For a sec, you looked as though you were in a pain.” She glanced at his shaft resting on his belly, the crown directed at his other head. “If your cock could speak, the poor thing would be bitching like crazy by now.”
He laughed.
Marnie worked like a demon to get her makeshift restraints just right. “Done.” She secured his right wrist.
Bad boy that he was, Tor lifted his head to lick her boob.
She gave him a scolding look. “Did I say you could move?”
“Your nipple did. I clearly heard it say, ‘Lick me, lick me.’”
She laughed at how he’d spoken in falsetto.
When she crawled over him to the other side, Tor stuck out his tongue, trying to taste any part of her he could.
Damn. She was out of reach, gleefully securing his left wrist.
Finished, Marnie pulled on the knot as she had the other. “No way you’re getting loose.” She rolled off the bed.
“Where you going?” he asked for the second time.
“Nowhere.” With her hands pressed against the top of her chest, she moved from one side of the bed to the other, studying him closely. “You’re gorgeous.”
Tor wasn’t certain whether to puff up or groan with her choice of word.
“When did this happen?” She stroked the sizeable scar at the bottom of his left knee.
“I was eight. Fell off Dante’s bike after he yanked me off the thing.”
She frowned. “How could he?”
“Easily. He was the oldest and bigger than I was at the time. In those days, Dante was a real prick. Didn’t like to share anything.”
“No, I meant, how could he do anything like that? Without the scar, you’d be perfect. Wait.” Marnie waved her hands in front of herself as though to erase her words. “You are perfect.” She stroked the uneven skin. “This makes you even more beautiful.”
He smiled weakly, hoping she’d never say stuff like that about him in front of other guys, especially his brothers. Tor wasn’t hung up on his image but he wasn’t a masochist who wanted anyone to mock him until the end of time. He flexed his hips and cock. “You’re missing the best part.”
“As if.” Smiling, she lifted the lids on the boxes. “What do you like best—caramel, cream cheese, or whipped cream?”
“You choose, since you’re going to be the one eating.”
Marnie ran her fingers up the inside of his calf and thigh, pulling a lusty moan from him. “You’ll get your chance later.”
He’d better. “Leave me some of the caramel and whipped cream.”
“You got it.” She scraped a fingerful of the caramel from the flan and smoothed the sugary treat over his balls.
Every muscle in his body tensed at the potent sensations rocketing through him. He stretched his legs and curled his toes.
“Don’t move,” she said, collecting more caramel on her finger. “I might miss a spot.”
She smoothed the stuff on the crown, paying particular attention to the skin at the back. He growled. One more stroke and he’d wail his torment. Tor reached out to stop her, forgetting his bound wrists. His hands snapped back, hitting the headboard.
Shit.
“Hey.” Marnie crawled up his body to check his fingers. “Are you all right?”
Of course he wasn’t. Her boobs hung over his head like ripe fruit his tongue couldn’t reach. She was driving him nuts and Tor was loving every second. “No. You’re neglecting my cock.”
“Only because you hurt your fingers. I told you not to move.”
“Fuck me into a coma then see how well I behave.”
Marnie kissed his forehead. “Soon. You’re not done yet.”
She smeared whipped cream over the pelt above his rod, put a glob of the stuff on each nipple, filled his navel with cream cheese, and spread caramel over his lips.
Leaning back, Marnie took in his full length, her grin wide with satisfaction. “Wish I had a damn camcorder.” She shrugged and left the bed. “Your smartphone will have to do.”
“Whoa, no. Come back here.”
Marnie stopped in the middle of the room, her sumptuous ass facing him. She looked over her shoulder. “If I don’t?”
Her expression couldn’t have been more playful or seductive. “You need a good spanking, woman.”
She turned to face him, eyes bright. “Only with you.”
His heart skipped a beat then raced. If he’d needed proof Marnie trusted him, she’d just provided the evidence. Tor smiled softly. “Come here.”
“Why?”
Because he couldn’t stand having her so far from him and didn’t want to think about the moment she’d leave to return to her place. Given how well they got on, Tor shouldn’t have had to ponder if she’d be back. Yet he did, wondering if Marnie would beg off because their relationship was getting even more intense with both of them hooked from the get-go.
Not yet ready to say what was in his heart, Tor lifted his hips as well as he could. “Dinner is served.”
Yearning softened her expression. “I am hungry.”
“Have at it…or rather, me.”
To his surprise, she started with his mouth, licking his lips, slipping her tongue inside to give him a taste of the caramel.
Tor liked her flavor better.
They kissed gently at first, a searching tour of mouths, lips, tongues. She stroked his bristly cheeks as they made out. Forgetting his bound wrists again, he tried to touch her too. His restraints wouldn’t let him, jerking his hands back, whacking his knuckles even harder than the first time.
Marie pulled her mouth free to kiss his battered fingers but didn’t untie him. Tor figured she was having too much fun, the same as he was.
He let out a rumbling growl at her kissing his neck. The feelings she generated made him fevered, craving more. She suckled the same spot she had the last time, no doubt refreshing his hickey. He’d have to thank her later. For now, Tor pulled in as much air as he could as Marnie scooted down his body, her pussy on his hipbone, lips on his nipple.
While tonguing the whipped cream away, she m
ade a sound as though she’d found the taste delightful and stroked the hair in his pit.
He squirmed. “Tickles.”
“Feels good,” she said, her lips glancing over his skin. “Don’t make me stop. Please.”
And ruin her party? Never. “Go on. I’ll be brave.”
Her throaty laugh rippled over him, making his cock even stiffer, the head nestled against her thigh. Marnie tugged the hair in his pit as she tongued his other nipple, moving beyond the flat disc to lick a good part of his pec. Either to get all the whipped cream or because she liked the feel of his tat beneath her tongue.
Her reason hardly mattered. She’d moved lower again to lick the cream cheese in his navel, grunting in what sounded like appreciation. When she’d eaten the glob and patted his side as though to tell him she was done with this part of him, he smiled.
The thatch of hair above his groin came next. Marnie seemed uncertain whether to lap away the whipped cream or smell him. She did both. After cleaning a spot, she rubbed her nose against the area.
Tor’s heart opened to her even more.
Although he was no stranger to a woman’s desires or their pressing needs when they let loose, Marnie was special. She treated his body with honor, not as a means to an end, and seemed unable to get enough, no different from him concerning everything about her.
She settled her mouth on his cock. He writhed at her licking caramel off his shaft, heading for the crown. Once she’d reached her goal, she stopped and breathed hard.
Given how his chest was pumping away, he was having even more difficulty than she was in catching a full breath. “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop?”
“This isn’t fair.”
Huh? “Sure it is. I like what you’re doing. Even being tied up.”
Marnie looked over her shoulder. “I’m being selfish.”
Tor frowned. “How?”
“I’ll make things better.”
He was ready to argue but didn’t. She’d already turned her back to him and straddled his body. After a little maneuvering, she had her mouth above his cock, her pussy positioned directly over his lips.
“Better?” she asked.
Fuck yeah. “You’re a damn genius.”
“I’m still hungry. How about you?”
