by Sabrina York
The thought nearly caused her to swoon, which was telling because she was not the swooning type.
Honestly, the man stole her breath.
She rushed back to the living room—to the remainder of the brown paper packages tied up with strings—cognizant, with every step, of the pull and drag of lace against her most tender spot.
She quickly found package number two. It was small and soft. She opened it and four straps of Velcro and fur fell onto her lap. How odd. What on earth? She scrabbled for the note, three words that barely made sense. He’d written, Bracelets and anklets.
She held the strips up, studying them. And realization dawned. A great wash of arousal seeped from her womb. “Oh God.”
He meant to tie her up.
Her trembling increased apace and she decided she needed a glass of wine. She headed for the kitchen but first she stopped in the bathroom to wipe away the worst of the dampness. Arousal was wonderful and all but this was just embarrassing. The thong flossing her crack was positively soaked. Though undoubtedly Adam would appreciate her productivity.
She returned to the sofa with a tumbler of merlot, warily eyeing the straps he meant for her to wear on her wrists and ankles. Though this had been an unfulfilled fantasy of hers for her entire adult life, the thought of finally bringing it to fruition was a little frightening.
Still, this was Adam. He would never hurt her. He would never laugh at her. She sat and twined the fur side of the restraint around one wrist, securing it with the Velcro. She did the same with her other wrist and both ankles.
Hands shaking, she took a gulp of wine. Just the thought of what was to come had her, well, nearly coming.
She fished around in the box and found package number three. She didn’t bother to poke around and guess. She merely ripped the paper off to find a belt. A thick leather belt with large metal loops festooning its circumference. And the note read, Tight around your waist.
She complied. Once the belt was cinched around her middle, she had to go into the bedroom and stare at herself in the mirror. She looked phenomenal. He was transforming her, gift by gift, into a sexpot.
Package number four was a pair of stiletto heels. They were black and shiny and terrifying and Kat couldn’t wait to put them on. This time she made her way into the bedroom cautiously because the heels were difficult to walk in. But when she stood before the mirror, it was worth the effort.
Without thinking, she released her hair. It fell around her shoulders, wild and wanton.
Her nipples, ever grazing the edge of the demi-bra, were swollen and tender. Her clit, incessantly nudged by the tight panties, ached. Her pussy was on fire.
Heavens, she thought. When was Adam planning to arrive? She didn’t think she could wait much longer.
But, oh. There was another package.
She hobbled back to the couch and pulled the final package from the box. She opened it. Two items fell out. The largest was a vibrator. But not a plain-Jane like the one she kept hidden in her underwear drawer.
This one had…accoutrements. There was a knob in the front, clearly meant to torment a clitoris, but there was also a little protuberance on the back for anal stimulation. Testing the waters, she turned the thing on and watched the fake cock gyrate in the most outrageous configurations, vibrating and undulating at varying speeds. The two protrusions, likewise, pulsated.
Oh dear. She switched it off and dropped the monster onto the couch. What a wicked thing.
The second item stole her breath. It was a satin blindfold. She grabbed the note, dying to know what he wanted her to do now.
But all the note said was, Call me.
She grabbed her purse and frantically fished around for her cell phone. She found it, slipped in her Bluetooth and punched in his number. She waited, shifting restlessly as the thing rang. And rang. Perhaps it was her simmering impatience but it seemed as though he let the phone ring forever before he picked up.
“Kat?” His warm voice poured over the line.
“Adam.”
“Did you follow my directions?”
“Yes.” A breathless gulp.
“Where are you?”
“Sitting on the sofa.”
“Go to the bedroom. Take your new toys. And on the way, unlock the front door. I’m on my way over.”
She swallowed heavily. “All right.”
“I’m going to tie you up, Kat.” His tone was as smooth and soft as butter. “Would you like that?”
Would she? Her intellect said no way but the rest of her melted at the thought. “Y-yes.”
“You said you wanted to be tied up,” he whispered. “It’s been a fantasy of mine as well.” He allowed this little tidbit to sink in before he continued. “But you need to understand, it’s my intention to tease you until you beg for mercy. Would you like that?”
“Oh. Yes.”
“Are you in the bedroom?”
“Yes.”
“Is the front door unlocked?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, Kat. I want you to lie back on the bed and slip that vibrator into your pussy. Are you doing it?”
She leaned back and lifted a leg, realizing all of a sudden that she was facing the mirror. Every move was reflected back to her. She whimpered.
“Is it in?”
“Not yet.” She grabbed it, pushing the thong out of the way at the same time. As she searched for the right angle, it brushed her clit and she moaned.
“No playing around.” His words were little more than a guttural groan. One would think he was as close as she was, judging from the sharp edge to his voice. “Shove it in.”
She cried out as the thick plug slipped in and filled her. She pressed it in and in until the anal and clitoral vibrators slipped into place. “Oh!” she moaned. “It’s in. It feels good. Should I turn it on?”
“No. I want you to lie there, filled, thinking about me. Put on the blindfold.”
Her heart lurched. She grabbed for the soft scrap, slipping it over her head. “It’s on.”
“Can you see anything?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Are you thinking about me?”
“Oh yes.” Was she ever. Her entire body was aflame. She ached to stroke herself, rub her clit, her nipples, her tightly puckered asshole. But she couldn’t. He was in charge. That inflamed her as well.
This had been her fantasy for so long and now it was happening. With Adam. She shuddered. It scared her to death but she wanted it. She wanted it bad.
“Now, raise your arms over your head and stretch yourself out.”
She did, wantonly splaying herself across her bed, sobbing as the thoughts, the feelings, the sensations dominated her body and soul.
“Put your wrists together. Yes. That’s right. Now arch your back a little. God,” he breathed, “your breasts are beautiful.”
She stilled as she realized his voice was no longer coming from the Bluetooth in her ear. It was behind her. Even as realization dawned, something warm touched her nipple. She cried out and involuntarily undulated her pelvis. The hard vibrator inside her resisted the roll, massaging her.
“Kat, Kat.” His breath was hot in her ear. “You’re gorgeous.”
She felt a sharp tug at her wrists and then a pressure. Her heart stuttered as she realized what he’d done. He’d bound her wrists together and tethered them to the headboard. She had some wiggle room but only enough to make it fun for him to watch. She tested the bonds. They were strong. Unbreakable.
She was helpless now. Completely in his power. She melted inside.
“I’ve always loved a brass bed.” She felt his touch along her cheek to her neck, tracing a torturous path toward her breasts. He massaged the tender flesh there, pinching her nipples until they popped over the cup of the bra. “God,” he hissed just before his hot mouth enveloped one turgid peak.
Katherine moaned and arched her back. The movement made her all the more cognizant that her arms were constra
ined, her pussy was full to overflowing and both her clit and her rosebud were under pressure. As he continued to work at her breasts, his hand drifted lower, tangling with the belt about her waist and then drifting between her thighs. The pressure of his touch against the twin stimulants of lace and vibrator made her moan.
“Please,” she begged, though she had no idea what she was requesting.
He did.
With a quick flick, he turned the vibrator on.
She nearly went into orbit.
With a sharp cry, she twisted against her bonds, desperate to exert some control over this situation. There was none to be had.
Adam slipped the vibrator out and she howled in denial. He eased it back in but he was determined to torment her. He pulled it out again.
“Please. Please.”
“What do you want?” A velvet voice.
“I want to come. Please, Adam. Let me come.” In response, he removed the throbbing monstrosity all together. She heard him switch it off and felt the thud as he tossed it onto the bed, out of reach. “No!”
He edged her over onto her side and landed a sharp slap on her bottom. She couldn’t help but twitch and moan as heat speared through her.
“Don’t tell me no,” he warned in a low whisper. “Not when we’re like this. Do you understand?”
She did. He was telling her that when they were at play like this, he was in charge. Everywhere else, all bets were off.
“Yes.”
“Umm. Good girl.” He drew a tantalizing line along her crack. “God, you’re wet.” In a rush of movement, he flipped her all the way over onto her belly. She was leashed to the bedstead but the bonds were loose enough to allow her to turn.
He yanked off her panties—at this point they were only getting in the way—and urged her up so he could slip a fat pillow under her belly. It elevated her hips so her bottom was thrust into an upright and wide-open display. He slipped two fingers into her cunt and groaned. He withdrew them and shoved them in again, stroking her deeply.
“You’re one hot piece of ass, aren’t you?”
She whimpered—the internal massage felt so damn good she could barely issue any response but when she didn’t answer quickly enough, he landed another sharp slap to her quivering bottom. She cried out in surprise, delight.
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Her response hung on a breath. Ah! Another slap. And another. She twitched and moaned at both.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I’m a hot piece of ass.”
“Yeah. You are.” He spread his fingers inside her. She shuddered. “And you’re all mine.”
He pulled out of her with a wet plop. She could feel him doing something down at the end of the bed but she had no clue what it could be. And then there was an ominous tightening at her ankles. Her heart thudded as, one after the other, he secured her legs to either end of the footboard, forcing her open to his gaze, his touch.
“Oh, Adam.” She shuddered.
“You like that?” He returned to his spot in the middle of the bed. “Do you like feeling helpless? At my mercy?”
“Yes. Yes.” Truly, she did. She was unable to see, unable to move. He controlled her completely.
He bent down and nibbled gently on her neck then worked his way down her back with exquisite patience and skill. He came to her ass, still elevated, still stinging from his earlier slaps, and he kissed her there too. He moved lower. His tongue danced along her slit. She cried out at the sensation as he dabbled here and there, in places no one else had ever been.
“Adam,” she warbled as his tongue probed her puckered asshole.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. That’s not my target.” Drifting lower, his mouth found her clitoris. And he sucked.
She nearly came off the bed, so severe was the sensation. He ignored her cries, her pleas, her moans as he consumed her, incessantly rubbing, licking, tweaking and pressing—all the while working in and out of her clenching, quivering quim—until she shuddered and collapsed, near mindless with pleasure.
When Adam could take no more, when he thought for sure he was going to lose his sanity if this continued, he mounted her. Thrust in deep. Rode her.
He rode her hard and rough, noting when she roused again, when her pussy clenched and shuddered, when her cries rose and thick juices flooded her channel.
Then he rode her even harder, like a wild man, savagely possessing her, fucking her—the way a wolf fucks a mate in heat—exulting when he felt her orgasm rise and crest once more, quickly followed by his own.
His climax was intense, a hot wash of exquisite pleasure that swamped him in wave after blinding wave.
All the while, one thought rocketed through his mind, punctuated with each hard thrust, each feral groan.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
No one else could have her.
Chapter Twelve
Katherine sashayed into the office the next morning feeling very much like a new woman. Last night had been phenomenal. Adam had taken her from every angle, making her come more times than she’d thought possible. Her pussy and nipples still thrummed from all the attention they’d endured.
More than that, she’d finally lived out her lifelong sexual fantasy. It had been everything she ever dreamed of and more.
Adam was everything she had ever dreamed of and more.
She felt so…complete.
A slow, sultry smile drifted across her face as she remembered one particular…interchange in the shower, where she’d brought Adam to the edge of insanity with her mouth. She’d made him beg. It had been an enlightening experience.
For the first time, she realized she could twist a man around her little finger and make him writhe with ecstasy.
And for the first time it had hit her, really hit her, on a bone-deep level. Adam wanted her as much as she wanted him. She’d heard his whispers last night though she’d been nearly delusional with passion herself. She’d heard him declare, with each thrust, she was his, his, his.
Most importantly, for the first time, she realized she could win his heart.
Her mind reeled at the thought.
Having his body was a wonderful thing but having his heart and soul as well…well, that would be a dream come true. And now, today, it seemed as though it could really happen.
She knew how important it was to keep their private and business lives separate—knew from personal experience how dangerous it was to become involved with someone from work—but today all she wanted to do was stand on her chair and warble it to the rooftops.
That was a dangerous inclination. It was absolutely essential that their affair remain a secret. No one could know.
They were going to have to be very careful. Circumspect. Inconspicuous. Prudent.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she rounded the corner to her office. She’d decided to wear it down this morning because Adam loved it down. She’d also decided to soften her style. She wore a navy suit and a pretty mauve blouse with a plunging neckline and heels. Adam loved her in heels.
Long, dangly earrings completed the new, relaxed persona. She knew she looked attractive and sexy—probably well-fucked too—and that knowledge gave a spring to her step and a decided wiggle to her walk.
As she passed Kenny and Jack in the hall, they turned and watched her, their mouths agape, drooling a little perhaps.
It didn’t bother her that they might suspect the reason for the change in her demeanor. They would never know it was Adam who’d put that satisfied smile on her face.
As she came to her office, she flicked a quick glance through Adam’s door. Her smile blossomed. He was there, at his desk. Both he and Tristan had their heads bent over a printout. God, he was handsome this morning.
She dropped her laptop and purse on the desk and picked up the phone, quickly punching in his extension. Leaning a hip on her desk, she watched him with hungry eyes.
He made a face as his phone rang
, clearly annoyed at the interruption. He reached for the receiver without lifting his eyes from the papers they were studying.
“Adam Trillo.” His voice was rough, deep, as though he hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. As though he’d become a little hoarse from begging for mercy or crying out in exultation…or something.
“Good morning,” she purred.
His eyes snapped up to meet hers across the hall and he sucked in a breath. His mouth dropped open as he took in her appearance. “My God.”
“What is it?” Katherine could hear Tristan over the line but he was still peering at the papers on the desk, so she shot Adam a sexy smile.
“Um. Nothing.” Adam swallowed heavily and scrubbed his face with his palm. “Could you give me a sec?”
At that, Tristan frowned. “Okay. But I’ll see you at the meeting, right?”
Adam nodded. “Yeah. The meeting.”
“Okay.” Tristan gathered up his papers and prepared to leave.
As he turned, his gaze fell upon Katherine perched on her desk with the receiver to her ear. She smiled at him and waved saucily. Tristan’s expression darkened and he frowned at Adam. “Don’t miss the meeting.”
“Huh?” Adam’s attention wasn’t on Tristan. It was fixed on Katherine. The way she liked it.
Tristan stomped across the hall. “Good morning, Katherine. And aren’t you lovely this morning.” The words were cordial but his tone was peevish.
Katherine blinked. “Why, thank you, Tristan.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
Tristan nodded in the direction of Adam’s office. “Make sure he’s at the meeting at nine?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, and Katherine?”
“Yes, Tristan?”
He looked her up and down in a meaningful manner. “Don’t start a riot with the interns, okay?”
Katherine bit her lip to hold back her smile and, as Tristan removed himself, muttering under his breath, she kicked the door shut with her sharp-toed heels. Adam stood and shut his door as well. He leaned against his desk, facing her. They stared at each other through the full-length windows.
