Gentleman Sinner

by Jodi Ellen Malpas

  “So you won’t push me away again?”

  “No,” I spit, clenching my teeth.

  “Good girl.” He shuffles down the bed, getting his legs between mine. I want to remain moody and defiant, but when I feel his erection back where I want it to be, my body comes alive again, nerves screaming, like he’s flipped a switch and cranked up the volume. I pull against the straps, this time steadily rather than jerkily, holding them taut and using them as leverage for my tight muscles. He’s hovering there, holding himself up on his solid arms, tinkering on the edge of penetration. I’ve learned begging will get me nowhere, so though it kills me, I wait for him, my breaths shallow, my body twitching. The small bunch of nerves in my clit pound, drowning in the wetness of my desire.

  I know the moment he’s going to enter me because his neck veins bulge in preparation. My back bows as he slowly and lazily plunges, stretching me wide, depriving me of breath. The discomfort has my hips shifting beneath him, trying to get accustomed to his length and girth. Oh, Jesus. I start to tremble. “More?” he asks, his voice like gravel, his hips pulsing, needing to push on further. I nod and he slides in that little bit more. Not all the way, but it’s still painful. “More?” he asks again, circling a little now, trying to stretch me.

  “Wait.” I swallow, my eyes glued to his. And he does. He stills, watching me, as if he knows listening to me right now is important. It is. And he knows how grateful I am for his easy acceptance. I can see it in his gaze.

  “Just tell me when.”

  I nod and breathe through the next roll of his hips. “All the way.”

  “You sure?”

  I nod, so sure, and he glides forward measuredly with a loud curse, throwing his head back. I cry out in pain, and he freezes, fully submerged, panting. The need to close my legs overwhelms me, my ankles kicking against the restraints as I yell at the ceiling. I groan, overcome with the pressure of his size filling me.

  “Fuck…me,” Theo rasps, slowly drawing out. “Unreal.” He drives forward again, yelling his pleasure. “Jesus, woman, you feel so good.” He grinds deep into my womb.

  I start to sweat, willing my body to accept him.

  “Give yourself time to get used to me, Izzy,” he says gently, pumping forward again, his drives steadily gaining pace. He drops to his elbows and lays a palm across my throat to stop me from moving my head. More restriction. My pain steadily works into discomfort, and then the discomfort into pleasure. It surprises me, and I’m suddenly alive with more want and more need. It no longer hurts. He’s stretched me into acceptance.

  He blinks and lifts, withdrawing slowly before surging forward. I grunt, my legs yanking against the straps. His reasons for restraining me are becoming more obvious. My arms would be everywhere, clawing at him, smacking him, pulling at his hair. It’s frustrating as hell, but I appreciate the need even if I don’t appreciate the restraints. I let out a little moan of pleasure, and I get pushed up the bed on his next plunge, pulling my legs straight.

  He freezes, and I know he’s going to let loose completely once he’s found his breath. “I can’t hold back anymore. You ready?”

  “Yes.” He needs this, just like I needed the gentle break-in.

  After only a couple of seconds and a long inhale, he locks eyes with me, and I fear the worst. His fingers flex over my throat, his other hand coming up to my hair and fisting it. His lips straighten. His eyes go dark. His jaw pulses. And he lets rip.

  My screams are long and constant as he smashes into me over and again, deranged and chaotic. My eyes slam shut, my head thrown back as I accept his power. It’s like he’s releasing years of frustration, years of pent-up aggression. Our bodies begin to slide on each hard hit, sweat drenching us, his palm slipping over my throat. “You can take it, Izzy,” he growls, never letting up, going at me like a wild animal, fast and furiously, totally mercilessly.

  I pull at the straps, shocked when the pressure of his cock filling me drops into my groin and starts to swirl deliciously, my pleasure taking on new heights. I find his eyes and find a knowingness.

  “Here it is,” he pants, keeping up his brutal momentum, slapping into me as he slides his palm to my cheek and strokes more tenderly. “It’s good, yes?”

  “Yes.” Oh good Lord, I’m coasting fast toward an orgasm that’s going to knock me unconscious. Seizing each twinge of pleasure and holding on to it, I tense everywhere, wishing beyond all wishes that I could feel him beyond penetration. Touch him. Stroke and caress him. He grips my hair, keeping his eyes on mine, and surprises me with a deep gyration of his hips. His chin drops to his chest. “Come on, Izzy,” he encourages me. “I’m not going without you.”

  Urgency springs into my aching muscles. I concentrate as the pressure builds and builds, holding me in a permanent state of anticipation. It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s…

  “Fuck!” My body jacks off the bed, my neck cricking when I snap my head back, my eyes closing tightly as bolts of pleasure attack me. I’m surrounded by a white noise that dulls the sounds of Theo’s barks of ecstasy, and the feel of him thickening inside of me turns my shouts of pleasure into long, drawn-out moans. Then I hear the faint sound of a groan as his cock starts to pulse, long and slow, warmth filling me deeply.

  I go lax, exhausted, and Theo collapses onto me, his weight spread carefully all over my pulsating body.

  An exquisite sense of calm ripples through me. And my climax carries me into unconsciousness.

  Chapter 8

  Numb. I feel numb, pins and needles assaulting my legs and arms. And I’m suffocating, being squeezed beneath something. My eyes spring open, my mind working quickly to remind me of where I am and who I’m with. Theo, I tell myself, immediately settling. His head is resting on my shoulder, the smell of clean sweat filling my nose. I can’t breathe. “Theo,” I whisper, looking up to see my arms still restrained. I contract my internal muscles, feeling his softness still buried inside me. “Theo, wake up.” I scan the room for a clock. What time is it? Oh no. Jess. “Theo!”

  He jumps a little, pushing me into the bed some more, and then slowly lifts a fraction. Sleepy eyes look down at me, blinking rapidly. “Hey,” he croaks, appearing disoriented.

  “You need to untie me.” I pull at the silk straps, reminding him that I’m still his prisoner. “I need to call Jess. She was asleep when I left. I don’t want her to worry.”

  “Where’s your phone?” He begins to lift, and I start to panic. He’s not going to release me?

  “In my purse in the lounge,” I tell him, sucking in air when he slips free of me, part of his release coming with it and coating my inner thighs. “But I can get it if you untie me.”

  He ignores me and wanders away, and I lift my head to watch, staring at his naked back incredulously. The artwork decorating his skin rolls as he stretches his arms up to the ceiling, the sight really quite something to behold. I flop back on my pillow and give a futile tug at my restraints. Great. How long does he plan on keeping me here?

  He’s back a few moments later, holding my phone. “Five missed calls,” he says flatly. “Jess.”

  “Damn,” I mutter, following his path to me. “Please untie me, Theo.”

  He shakes his head and gets on the bed, lying down and rolling onto his side to face me. “I had this repaired.” Pointing at the screen, he raises a brow.

  “I dropped it.” Shrugging as best I can, I ignore the exasperated shake of his head. “Untie me, please.”

  “You don’t need your hands to talk. What’s your PIN?”

  “What?”

  “Do you want to call your friend?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then tell me your PIN.”

  Closing my eyes, I breathe out. “One, eight, zero, six.”

  “Eighteenth of June.” He puts the phone to my ear as I scowl, and I hear Jess’s voice a second later.

  “Izzy, where the bloody hell are you?” She sounds utterly pissed off.

  I stall, looking at Theo, whose
eyebrows are high, interested. I bet he’s wondering what I’m going to tell her. Or how much. I can hardly share the fact that I’m tied to a huge bed in a huge suite at the Bellagio. She’ll flip her lid. “I’m with Theo,” I confess. I can tell her that much.

  “I bloody knew it! I’ve been roaming the casino floor looking for you. What happened? Where are you?”

  Guilt engulfs me. “I’ll explain later,” I tell her, not prepared to go into it while I’m being watched so carefully. “Where are you?”

  “Kyle and Denny called. Suppose I can catch up with them now I know you’re alive.” Her scornful tone is warranted. “Come meet us. We need to discuss.”

  “Oka—” Theo starts to slowly shake his head at me, telling me that’s the wrong answer. I give him a questioning look, and he takes the phone from my ear and moves in, bringing his lips close.

  “We’re not done until I say we’re done,” he whispers, dragging his lips across mine. I moan softly and inhale his manly scent.

  “What am I supposed to say?”

  “Tell her to have fun and you’ll call once I’ve dropped you back at the hotel.” He breaks away and returns the phone to my ear.

  I struggle for breath so I can speak. “I’ll call you when I’m finished,” I wheeze. “Shouldn’t be long.”

  “Jesus, Izzy. What are you playing at?”

  “I’ll call you,” I reiterate, glancing at Theo. He nods approvingly and mouths, Say goodbye. “Speak later,” I whisper.

  “We will,” Jess retorts heatedly. “Oh, and Izzy?”

  “Yes?”

  “Just how big was it?”

  I flame bright red, and Theo chuckles, amused, jiggling the phone at my ear. “You can answer,” he mouths, smug. I narrow my eyes at him. I highly doubt he would be so open if he had a scrawny dick.

  “So-so,” I reply.

  Jess groans in disappointment, and Theo’s eyes widen, shocked. He disconnects the call and dives on me, straddling my waist again. “Like that, is it?” He takes my nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling it threateningly.

  I lock up and shake my head, feeling him squeeze down. “Theo.”

  “So-so, huh?” He tweaks, and I yelp.

  “No more,” I plead. Oh God, I can’t take any more pain. Not now. I want the last thing I remember to be that ridiculously powerful explosion. “Please, no.” I land a leveled glare on him, hoping beyond hope that it works.

  He cocks his eyebrow.

  I crumble, defeated.

  And then he latches onto my nipple and bites down. Hard.

  “Fuck!” I buck under him, enraged. “Theo, for fuck’s sake, st—” I swallow my words when he starts to suck, at the same time driving his fingers into me. “Oh.” I sink into the mattress, like putty in his hands. Or like putty in his mouth. Which is now kissing its way down my stomach, pecking and licking and nibbling as it goes, eventually arriving at the apex of my thighs. I look down, just as Theo removes his fingers and glances up. His lips quirk. And damn it, so do mine. I shouldn’t be smiling. I should be raging mad.

  “I’m going to suck your next orgasm out of you, Izzy.”

  I still.

  “I’m hungry.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I feel him smile against my flesh.

  I clench my eyes shut as he licks along the sensitive crease of my bikini line. “Oh good God.” My head is going to explode.

  I’m sure I hear the sadistic bastard chuckle lightly. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Your god, your prince, your knight, your king.” He slams his mouth over my core and sucks ravenously.

  I shout and pull my arms taut against the restraints, my wrists burning from the friction that I’m inflicting on myself. “Theo!”

  “Keep shouting, Izzy.”

  My chest convulses with the rest of my body as he laps, sucks, and kisses me. “I’m going to come.” I can feel that pressure descending again, making every torturous tactic he’s adopted worthwhile.

  “No, you’re not.” He pulls away, and my looming orgasm fades. I shout, lurching up off the bed like a madwoman. When I get free, I’m going to kill him! His mouth returns, licking between my folds, exploring hungrily, his hands grabbing my boobs and massaging just as urgently. My building climax resurrects, and I start rotating my hips to help it along, panting my way there. But then he pulls away again, and I whimper in despair.

  “You want to come, sweetheart?” he asks, inching up the bed to find my face, squeezing my cheeks and forcing my eyes open.

  My internal muscles are pulsing unbearably, begging for him. “You bastard,” I breathe.

  He smirks at me and kisses me hard on the lips. Despite myself, I open my mouth, my tongue darting out to find his. He pulls away as I groan, and pushes up on fists that are wedged into the mattress on either side of my head. Drifting back down my body, he spreads my thighs until they pull against the straps and can’t go any farther. Then he’s on me, and though I try not to fall victim to his evil tactics again, I find myself squirming, moaning, and closing my eyes in mind-blanking bliss.

  It builds, and I burn up once more, the heights of my pleasure clear in the vibrations of my body. I can’t control them. I’m at the mercy of Theo’s mouth and my body’s need for him. I’ve never felt so close to crazy and blissful at the same time, wondering which way he’s going to send me. Because it’s down to him. Theo decides.

  Blood whooshes into my clit, preparing to explode.

  And he pulls away again.

  I sob, tears springing to my eyes. “Please,” I beg quietly. “Please, please, please.” I turn my face into my armpit and hide.

  “Here you go, baby.” He flicks his tongue across my clit, pulling me back from the brink of desolation and pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. “Take it.” He swirls slowly, and I detonate, my spine stretching violently, the straps cutting into my wrists and ankles. The pleasure rips through me unforgivingly, and just as I’m about to moan my way through it, Theo’s lips meet mine, the pad of his thumb finding my clit and rubbing gently as I go at his mouth like I might never get to taste him again.

  He applies pressure where I need it, my face nuzzling him away and burying in the crook of his neck, my muscles spasming as I come down from my high. The frustration and teasing just made it all the more intense and powerful when he finally granted me the pleasure. I sigh, happy. “Thank you.”

  He lifts his head and gazes down at me, brushing damp waves away from my forehead, silent for several long seconds before he speaks. “You’re amazing,” he says softly, grazing his fingertips over my cheek as it heats beneath his touch. And when his cobalt eyes land on mine, my world doesn’t just turn upside down this time. It narrows into a tunnel, condensing everything, making what needs to be seen so very clear. Theo. Just him.

  “Are you religious?” I ask quietly, flicking my eyes down to the rosary beads on his shoulder.

  He glimpses down himself, as though he needs a reminder of the art decorating his body. “No.”

  “Then why all of the religious symbols?”

  “God forgives everyone,” he says thoughtfully. “Even if they haven’t abided by his rules. They’re there to remind me…” He pauses for a beat. “That I’ve broken his rules.”

  My mind begins to gallop as my next question hangs on my tongue. I deliberate asking, wondering what rules he’s speaking of, but when his eyes harden, I suck back my question, though my curiosity is still rampant. I can tell by the look on his face that we won’t be going there. So I go somewhere else instead. “Did you tie me down because you were worried about me touching you?”

  Theo smiles as he reaches up to my bonds and slowly starts unraveling them. “I’m hypersensitive to most people around me, Izzy. You more so. Every move you make, I see it coming. But I’m worried that in bed with you, I won’t have that advantage.” He lets my arms drop, and I work some life back into them while he scoots down and takes care of my feet. When I’m free, I sit up, bringing my knees to my chin and curli
ng my arms around them. He wraps the straps into perfect coils as he watches me on the bed. “Are you okay?”

  I nod a little, even though I’m not. I can never touch him when we’re intimate? I can’t stroke him or caress his beautiful body? The loss suddenly hits me hard, and I glance away from the magnificent naked sight of Theo.

  “Izzy?” he questions, troubled. “Tell me.”

  “I’m fine.” I force a smile, brushing off his concern, and get up from the bed, set on finding my clothes and tracking Jess down. I never get to feel him? The more I think about it, the more devastated I am by that. He doesn’t trust himself. Why? He knows it’s me. He’ll know where I am.

  I make it two paces before my escape is halted by a large palm wrapped around my wrist. “Izzy, wait,” he orders gently, pulling me back a little, though I keep my focus forward on the door. “I’ve told you I need a controlled environment,” he reminds me gently, holding me in place.

  “I know that.”

  “It’s not through choice.”

  “I can never touch you in bed. When we’re intimate. I want to be able to feel you.” I let it all out and hear his sigh shortly after. He turns me to face him, lifting me from my feet with one arm around my lower back, using his other hand to take both of mine and place them on his shoulders one by one. Then he lies down on the bed, arranging me by his side. My brow remains creased the whole time, wondering what he’s doing and why. It’s all so very organized.

  He draws light circles on my cheek. “If you ever want to lie in my bed with me, then you can.”

  “What if I move in my sleep? You’ll be asleep yourself. You won’t know.”

  “I won’t be asleep. I’ve never been a big sleeper. I’ll just lie with you. Watch you. And if you fidget or move, I’ll be fully aware of it, trust me.”

  “You need to sleep.” He’s a machine.

  “Sleep, when I could look at you all night? Easy decision, Izzy.”

  How could I not melt hearing that? But…“I’ve seen your staff,” I begin, watching as he frowns, obviously wondering where I’m going with this. “They move out of your way, never come too close.”