by Talyn Scott
Air shot in, burning her lungs.
“There you go, another one now.”
More air moved over her dry tongue.
He kissed her slowly, a gentling move to try and get her mind off that damn hook.
When they parted lips, she said, “You can keep that secret. I don’t have to know everything.”
“I’ll remove it,” was all he said. He was gazing with rapt interest at her breasts.
This was what she needed, him working on a few prime pieces of her body. She arched her back, even raising up her knee and flattening the sole of her foot against the bedpost to gain leverage. “Roman, please, take them in your hands… with your mouth.”
“I know what you need.” His jaw hardened. “Lower your leg, so I can secure your ankles.”
“Don’t get testy.” She obeyed, dropping her foot to the floor, her back arching out again with the movement.
He took her feet and placed them shoulder width apart. Then with great proficiency, he attached a matching set of cuffs to each of her ankles, fastening them to tiny hooks protruding from the wooden floor.
Completely vulnerable and spread for his gaze, Scarlett felt the cool air soak her thighs. And that sensation brought on a fresh coating of arousal. She shifted within her confines anxiously, wanting him to bury his face between her legs, to taste her sex as the silk of his hair brushed her inner thighs. Instead, Roman stood and gripped the rope next to her face, holding on to it until his knuckles whitened beneath his skin.
“Are you uncomfortable, other than needing to come?”
Scarlett could see his heart pounding in his throat, the same as hers. “No.”
He dropped the rope and clasped her face between his hands. “Fuck, Scarlet.” His lips smashed hers, his tongue exploring with a kiss that said he must own everything.
Moaning against his mouth, she bit his lip as frustration welled. Scarlett wanted to touch his hardened body, couldn’t lift her legs to bring him to her heat. But this, according to Roman, was the response he needed from her. A way to build trust, a way to form a bond no outsider could break.
When he lifted from their kiss, his bottom lip swollen and a tad bloody from her bite, he said, “I will explore you.”
A needy groan filled the room, as Roman smoothed his hands leisurely down her stomach. It was as if a static power left his fingertips and stirred the blood beneath her skin, fueling her veins and arteries to flow at his will. “You make me tingle.”
“I intend to do more than that.” His hands separated her breasts, stroking the valley between them without exactly touching her mounds or her nipples. Though it was the lightest of touches, she felt a shiver resonate from her toes to her ears.
“I regret this,” she said.
“Don’t say that.”
Hating that his hands instantly stilled, Scarlett explained, “I mean, only the part that keeps me from touching you.”
Resuming, he skated the palms of his hands up her arms, to curl around her shoulders. Gripping and circling, his touch stimulated nerve endings that even echoed deep into her core.
“The feel of your skin beneath my hands,” he admitted, his voice suddenly carrying a slight lisp she’d never heard from him, “is the prelude to my deepest and sometimes darkest fantasies.”
With random strokes, he worked his way over her collarbones, back down her chest and over his breasts. His mouth came down and fastened onto her right nipple. Roman sucked so hard that she nearly screamed from the pain, but then that tingling, static pleasure took hold of her and made her whimper for more. When he eased his mouth from her breast, a sharp bite pinched her nipple.
A clamp? “It stings!”
“Are you saying no to my clamps?” His eyes locked onto her mouth while his fingers worried her opposite nipple, the one still without his clamp. “The word is no.” He tugged, pulling on her velvet tip. “Are you saying it now? Answer me, Scarlett.”
Slick between the legs, her clitoris throbbed right alongside her clamped nipple. It felt odd, unnervingly vulnerable, and oh-so-good. “I want your clamps, Roman.”
Scarlett gasped when he stopped toying with her unclamped breast and brought it in his mouth. For a fraction of a moment, she felt that sharp sensation again — the one that nicked her tongue. Then he began a rhythmic sucking, one that caused her knees to go slack.
“Please,” she groaned. “I can learn the rest of this… on another night. I need you to fill me.”
Roman lifted his head, his eyes markedly dazed. He blinked as he attached the next clamp, giving her opposite breast a tweak as he did so.
Her pussy tightened. Then convulsed when he laved around the clamps, teasing the throbbing tips with his expert tongue. “Roman!”
“Hush, Scarlett.” Roman rubbed her swollen mounds soothingly. “You react instantly and beautifully to my touch. But try to relax, to breathe through it, so I can further explore you.” He pulled something from his pocket and knelt. “Here’s a surefire test of your control.”
“I have no control left.”
He laughed as his hands traversed her drenched, inner thighs. “I haven’t much left, either. Having your body spread wide open makes my mouth and cock water for a real taste of you.”
“I want to see that cock.” She groaned when he finally separated her folds, while tugging and pinching her lips. “Take your clothes off, Roman.” He sucked on a finger, tasting, then brought it back to her sex. If part of this bondage was used to drive her insane, he’d completed the task with flying colors. “At least, let me look at you.”
“In time.” He tugged on her nether lips again, then that same biting snap resonated in her sex.
“Oh!” He clamped her there? “I can’t…”
“No?” He stared up between her legs, his gaze animal sharp. “Is that what you’re telling me? Confirm, now.”
“No.” She wiggled within her restraints. But he was at her, aiming to remove the genital clamp. “Wait!”
He stilled on her pussy, his animalistic breathing almost a third person in the room, and the way his harsh breaths tickled her there… “You can’t do this to me, Scarlett. I’m becoming unhinged, which is unusual for my iron control. At this point, I might unlock you and head to the other side of the penthouse for a while, just to cool down before I can touch you again.”
No! “I want your clamps.” She wanted him with her, and the clamps were starting to do their thing rather nicely. Why had she never tried any of this stuff before? “I want you to stay.”
With a nod, he slowed his breathing. Trying to collect himself, she supposed. “Okay,” Roman finally said, dangling the final clamp from his thumb and forefinger. “Watch me, Scarlett. Look down and watch how my breathing changes, when yours does.”
He caressed her with gentle fingers. Then started pinching and pulling at her pussy, readying the side he hadn’t yet clamped. The clipped side, however, was throbbing right along, tightening and swelling from the residual motion of his fingers.
Scarlett took an anticipatory breath, right in time. “Um!”
“That’s it,” he murmured with obvious approval, “breathe with me, Scarlett. Find that place, where no one exists but you and me. You are spectacularly beautiful. Your body is perfect for me. In this place only shared by us, we are made for each other.”
“The way you make me feel with your hands and your words.” Scarlett took another breath, this one longer, her mind drifting… “It’s like I don’t have to care about anything.” She breathed through another wave of mind-blowing sensations, her nipples and her pussy riding the waves of carnal bliss. “Even what you’re going to do next, I’m not concerned… anymore.”
“Your trust is a gift to me.” He pressed a kiss right above the line of her soft curls. “I will honor and treasure it always.”
Roman tugged on the tiny chains dangling from her genital clamps. “Agh!”
“Sensitive perfection.” He grazed a damp fingertip over her swollen clit, cau
sing her to pull on her restraints. “You are so wet, Scarlett.”
“Please!”
“Hush.” He leisurely circled her clit, rolling around and around and around — driving her to madness. “I want to see how large you grow here, how sensitive you will become. You’re going to keep still for me.”
“I can’t take it,” she cried out as he continued to circle. “You’ll end up killing me before you’re done.”
“I said hush.” His long finger began and upward plunge, delving between the genital clamps. “Or you won’t get your orgasm.”
She bit her lower lip, whimpering even as her vagina gripped his intruding finger.
“You are perfect, Scarlett.” He circled his wrist, widening her opening for his intrusion. “Do you hear me? You’re the perfect size to take my cock.”
“Now…”
He moved up and down, teasing in a tip before driving up his finger, circling his wrist on the downstroke. “You’re going to grip me as I work every thick inch of my cock into you, just like you are right now.”
She was mindless, couldn’t even keep her eyes open when Roman doubled his efforts by adding another finger.
“Right when you scream your orgasm, Scarlett, I’m going to remove your lower clamps.” While curling his fingers to stroke her g-spot, he kissed his way down her pubic curls to land right at her aching clit. His breath hitting it when he said, “Then I’m going to unfasten your ankle cuffs and — ”
Her body tightened. Her pussy pulsating, pulsating, pulsating, until it squeezed so tightly Scarlett thought she would burst. But she didn’t! “Help me, please!”
He wrapped his lips over her clit, tugging the swollen bud over the tip of his tongue, and took his fingers from the clasp of her sex. Then he removed both genital clamps.
“Roman!”
Blood shot straight to her pussy, her climax suddenly spiraling out of control. But when had she ever felt in control while having one?
Dots danced before her vision, her body oddly threatening to faint. That, nonetheless, had never happened during sex. “Ah! It’s too much!” she cried out while he sucked more at her tender folds.
Scarlet wasn’t the only one losing all sense of control. He was still at her pussy, drinking the juice only he had cultivated from her sex. But Roman appeared as mindless as her, maybe more.
After quickly divesting her ankles from their cuffs, he rubbed at them with careful — albeit trembling — hands and stood. He unzipped his trousers and brought out the devastating length of his erection.
“Is that… a tattoo?”
“I’ll show it to you sometime,” he said in a clipped, inpatient tone. “I’m busy right now.” Roman pressed against her stomach, his cock smashing at her, just as her breasts mashed against him. He wrapped his hands beneath her boneless thighs and lifted them around his lean hips.
Then he gripped her ass, his fingers delving slowly between her dark crevice even as his gaze grew fierce with need. “This is next, Scarlett.” The tip of his cock touched the entrance of her sex, spreading her clamp-sensitive folds. “And by week’s end, I will claim it just as I’m claiming your gorgeous pussy.”
He entered her a couple of inches, and she whimpered with the erotic sting of his girth. Roman’s mouth closed over hers, soothing her with his kiss, just as he was filling her gently but determinedly.
Even though she’d almost brutally climaxed, she somehow relaxed under the great, lingering sensitivity. Her pussy coated his shaft on the upstroke, her swollen walls gripping him as he glided out. Little by little, he worked his sexy, inked length inside her.
His kisses became furious as he groaned into her mouth, his tongue and teeth as potent as his sex. “You’ve got me so high,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’m not going to make it this first time around.”
“Then take what you need,” she whispered back, her eyes nearly crossing already. He pumped up his pace, her walls burning as he pushed higher. But she loved the burn, wouldn’t give it up.
“Scarlett…”
“More… I’m almost there.” And he wasn’t at the top of her!
A sheen of perspiration covered his forehead as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He groaned over the pinched tip and somehow snapped the clamp between his teeth.
That newly familiar rushing of blood startled her to a gasp. He dropped it from his mouth, and the chain swung from her torso. Then he moved to the opposite one, worrying all around the clamp. “Please,” she begged, her body already trembling for a seemingly unattainable orgasm, reaching higher and higher. “I’m burning.” Would she ever come down?
His hands still working her ass, his fingers caressing and stroking her dark crevice without entering her, he bit down on the last clamp. And thrust higher with his rock hard dick.
The blood roaring back into her reddened tip was all she needed. She bowed, her legs trying to kick away from his hips as she struggled to comprehend this orgasm. This one was much stronger than the last. She momentarily lost her voice, crying out on a soundless scream while going completely out of her mind.
Roman’s hands slid from her buttocks to grip beneath her thighs once more, supporting her when she went completely limp. “I love you, Scarlett.” He buried his face against her throat. “You have no idea what this means to us.” His cock still only halfway in her pussy, he stopped and shuddered.
“Mine.” The hot swing of his balls slapped against her arousal-slicked thighs, right as hot jets left the tip of his cock, spraying her inner ridges. He heaved his hips forward as he grazed sharp teeth across her shoulder, laving and sucking meticulously, almost predatorily, on one particular spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Beriem ťa ako, Nevesta,” he whispered as his mouth opened startling wide.
A shiver ran through her. With her next heartbeat, it was though another presence entered the room, one aiming for her soul. Roman’s head whipped to the right, as if he sensed the very same thing.
Scarlett thought she heard… “The elevator!”
Tugging at her wrist restraints, she glanced nervously at the open bedroom door. What if her brother walked in on them, and caught her tied to a freaking bedpost! “But you locked the panel!”
“Settle down, Scarlett.” Roman reached for her wrists. “It’s not Bestra.”
Heavy footfalls echoed in the foyer, a measured strike reminiscent of boot-wearing armed forces.
“How do you know?” She lowered her hands when the restraints gave way, but he took them in his larger ones to rub away any irritation. The fact that Roman was more concerned over her wrists than who was entering his home, made her a little nuts. “Go see who it is!”
“You’re my priority, Scarlett,” he stated calmly.
“Geez!” She pushed past him, scrambling to the floor and grabbing her dress.
“Don’t worry with that,” he insisted as he moved to the bedroom door, while zipping up his trousers. “Just hop in the bed and I’ll close the door behind me.”
“Right.” Ignoring him, Scarlett shoved her arms into her mangled dress.
“Roman Noskov,” a determined voice boomed right inside the master suite corridor. “I enter your home in the name of Maestru Malcov.”
Chapter 7
“Príchod!” Roman yelled back.
Scarlett jumped a foot in the air. Her hand covered her chest, patting over her frantic heartbeat. “Who’s in the hallway?”
“Family you’ve never met.”
Scarlett narrowed her eyes. “Who says he enters your house in the name of Maestru something or another?”
Roman walked measuredly until he was in front of Scarlett. His attention, oddly enough, was completely on her. He lifted her hand, his thumb stroking her inner wrist. “Stay in here, and I’ll get rid of him. Okay?”
Something was off, and the odd sensation inside of her body was still happening. Scarlett needed to see this man, needed to find out why he held this energy that pierced her own. But she could
play the stupid little woman long enough to get her way.
“Sure, Roman.” She tiptoed and kissed his chin. “When you come back, could you bring some of those teacakes from the sitting room?”
His smile suddenly beaming, he kissed her and said, “I’d love to feed you.” He turned her by her shoulders, pointing her in the direction of his oversized bed. “Now, get comfortable.”
Obediently, she moved towards the bed as he left the bedroom. When the door pulled shut, Scarlett rummaged through his armoire. When she spotted an oxford, she dropped the scraps of her dress and put it on.
Easing open the doorway, she slipped around the threshold and…
Wham!
“Shit!” she cried out, slamming right into Roman’s back.
“I told you to wait in the bedroom.”
“I forgot.” Scarlett rubbed her nose, while peering around his arm. “Or maybe I don’t like you bossing me in everything.”
“Scarlett, I was trying to save you aggravation and gain privacy, not boss you in everything.”
In front of Roman, stood an impossibly large man, with braided and beaded mahogany hair. She blinked up at him, and he gave her a cursory glance, unamused.
“Your eyes,” she blurted. They glowed brighter than a Florida sunset. But what she found even more curious was that he held another man in his arms, as though he weighed nothing. Even though the unconscious man was just as large, and if he were awake, would also carry the same deadly air as Sunset Eyes.
“What about my eyes?”
“Um, they’re… not Important right now because your friend needs help.”
“Scarlett,” insisted Roman, turning around to usher her back in his bedroom. “Please, I’ll be just a few minutes.”
Her eyes dropped lower as she studied the blonde-headed man, his head lolled on the other’s arm. “Maybe I can help him. He obviously needs medical attention.” And for some reason, she wanted to touch him.
Roman was quick to point out, “You’re a paralegal.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Scarlett could feel heat coming from her skin, warming inside Roman’s fine woven shirt. “I need to do something.”
