“I’m going to tell you something that might surprise you.”
I dug my nails into the railing.
“We’re being watched.”
“What?” My eyes shot open, my body racked with convulsions.
Dean kept me close, my cunt in his hold and his wrist locked over my hand and the railing. “Yes. Look left.”
I turned my head. The single man had lowered his drink, his eyes riveted on us. He grinned under the patio lights.
I shivered. Logic told me to pull away, but the wild tug in me kept me rooted in place.
Dean swirled his fingers and bit my ear again, and the man didn’t look away. “You like it, don’t you? That he can tell what I’m doing with you right now?”
I couldn’t admit to the stiff peaks my nipples formed, or the heat that assailed my groin.
But Dean knew. “You’re actually wetter. Gushing. Fuck, you’re hot...”
I gulped in a lungful of air.
“Do you think he’s attractive?”
I concentrated on Dean’s fingers and peered back to the water, the ocean rolling like the arousal in me. “Yes,” I confessed.
“Then imagine him touching you, too.”
A wash of pins and needles assaulted my flesh and I ached for release. Dean curled his thumb over my clit and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the man hadn’t stopped watching us.
“He looks like one of the men from inside, doesn’t he?”
I took another, more deliberate peek. Indeed he did, his brown hair chin-length and framing a handsome face. He seemed about twenty-something, his arms the bulky, toned muscles of someone who spent hours in the gym. He was the type I’d approached in the past, one of many strangers I’d tussled with in a half-assed display of intimacy, hoping to find what I sought.
Dean cupped my chin and tilted my face against his shoulder. “I bet he’s captivated by you. How could he not be? A beautiful woman, shedding her inhibitions like this in public.” His strokes sent a tingle through my belly. “How would you respond with someone else touching you, I wonder? Would you be embarrassed? Aroused? Ashamed?”
Dean’s body was strong at my back, connected with mine, like he’d reached every nerve and tangled them in his desire for me. His words mesmerized me, and images of him filling me while another man touched me drove me wild.
“I’d let him fondle every inch of you. Run his mouth across yours, suck your perfect nipples, grip your waist in his hands...maybe I’d let him slide his cock between your lips, just to feel how much that shared experience would make you tighten around me.”
I gasped and closed my eyes, bearing down when Dean slipped another finger inside. My muscles started to spasm, and his cock lurched against my backside, taunting and hard.
“But only I would get to fuck you, Maya. This pussy...” he moaned, his thumb grinding as his fingers moved faster, “...this pussy is mine.”
I jerked in Dean’s arms, a choked cry falling from my throat before he clamped his hand over my mouth. I bit his palm, shamelessly riding his fingers in trembling waves of ecstasy while the sensation rippled through me. Dean’s whispers of encouragement were quiet over the pounding of blood that raced through my head.
But when I opened my eyes, the man at the other end of the patio raised his glass.
Dean said, “I’m taking you home.”
Chapter Thirteen
We tumbled through Dean’s door, hardly closing it behind us before tearing at each other’s clothes. He lifted my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, then clawed his hands down my sides. I managed two of his buttons, but he pushed me back and held up a hand.
“Slow down.”
“Come on.” I giggled and threw myself at him, but Dean grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back so hastily he took my breath away.
“You’ve had your assignment, now I have mine—restraining myself while I overwhelm you, and blow your mind with your reward.”
“You already have.”
“No. I need to push you further. Make you come undone when you fully surrender.”
His eyes narrowed and his chest heaved against mine. Though I felt safe, I fought the lump in my throat. He’d transformed from sexy and charming into that dark, dominating man again, reaching inside me with his words and ordering me to submit.
To comply.
“Are you open?”
Yes.
I swayed in his arms, a smile spreading on my face to match his.
Dean pointed at the stairs. “Go up to my room and take off your clothes. Then sit on your knees and wait.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ll drag it out longer for that, Maya.” The look in his eyes told me he wasn’t kidding.
I ran up the stairs.
I draped my clothes over the arm of the chair and settled on the floor. Sitting on my knees like this, naked and waiting, made my sex twitch. The delay made me crave him more, but my brain darted about in heavy debate. Was it because I’d seen the straps? Because of the wicked shift of his voice? Or the unknown?
“Ready?” Dean called.
“Yes!”
He entered the room naked, his beautiful body catching the glimmer of his lamp and making me ache with desire. The dark veins of his cock had plumped with blood, and his velvety smooth crown had me wanting to jump up and touch him in familiar ways that didn’t make me so damn anxious.
Dean held a long black strand of fabric in his hands, and as he came over I started to rise. He paused. “Stay there. Play along.”
I bit my tongue in an attempt to subdue the nervousness raging though me. “So serious.”
“Shh.” Dean wound the fabric around his palms, stretching it out in front of me, letting me see its length.
This in itself tormented me—him in all his glorious nakedness and snapping the ends for emphasis. He nudged my knees apart with his foot to step between them. His cock stood high and proud in front of my face and his shins rested close enough that I could rub myself against him if I strained.
Dean held up the fabric. “First, I’ll blindfold you. I don’t want you to move your hands at all, but I’m not going to bind you yet. You’ll have to restrain yourself. Can you do that?”
I lifted my chin in a subtle nod, the pace of my heart somehow faster, louder. I’d never been blindfolded before.
Dean covered my eyes and fastened the fabric behind my head, then curved his hands around my face. His palms were warm, his skin slightly rough. “How’s that?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
“Fine.” I loved looking at him and seeing the way he touched me, but hearing and smelling him set me on fire in a whole new way.
“There was something extra naughty about the way you came at the bar.” His whisper transformed as he continued, his words louder, a heavy secret just for me. He slid his hands into my hair and gathered it in his grasp, gentle at first. “Like you were getting off not on my touch, but the embarrassment of being caught. When I told you how I’d want someone else to touch you, your pussy contracted so hard.” He tugged on my hair, every follicle prickling with sensation while he pulled my head back as far as it would go and trapped the air in my throat. “Should we explore that someday? More people?”
I quivered.
Did I want that?
Dean took my chin between the thumb and forefinger of his free hand. “Answer me.”
Was there a correct answer? Did he want me to want that?
“No...?”
“There’s no judgment here. Your wants turn me on. Are you ashamed to admit what you want?” His voice poured out in a firm, gritty growl, and I stared at the black of the fabric over my eyes, hating that I couldn’t see his face. The press of his thumb over my ch
in goaded me to speak, and the tension on my hair sent electricity down the back of my neck. “You’re free here, and I want to hear it. Exploration, remember?”
My mouth was parched. Why did I suddenly have a problem answering?
Dean pinched my chin harder, and when he spoke, his words came out like an order, demanding my truth. “Do I need to fuck the answer out of you?”
My entire body grew rigid. Something vibrated within me, clamoring to get out. I begged, “Please.”
Dean groaned. He didn’t move for a long while, his fingers frozen on my chin, in my hair.
I was at such a disadvantage behind the blindfold, waiting in blackness while he could see and touch me. Everything was amplified like this—the sound of his voice, the rush of my pulse, the kiss of the air. The way he kicked into motion again to trace his fingers across my lips and spread tingles through my jaw.
“I’d like to try something different, but you’ll have to trust me.”
I lifted my chin in his hold, envisioning his eyes on me, his approval. “I trust you.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Always.” It didn’t matter that I was vulnerable like this, blind to his actions; I did, more than anything.
“Good girl.”
Dean slipped his fingers between my lips. I thought he wanted me to suck them, but when I tried he scissored my mouth wide, spreading apart my teeth. My instinct was to close down, to shut my lips, but he kept his fingers stretched, making it clear my mouth was a play toy I’d given him complete control over.
“Open more,” he said, and I did.
Immediately, I felt his silky tip on my bottom lip. I moaned and tried to close my mouth to suck him, but he swayed back and forth, encouraging me to follow him. I panted and reached out my tongue.
“No no,” he chastised. He pulled away. “Wait.” He applied greater pressure to my hair, then fingered my lips apart again. “You look stunning like this. Vulnerable and blind, your mouth open and eager.” He shuffled one foot closer to my sex, close and yet too far away. “Don’t shut your mouth this time, Maya. Keep it like this.”
I shivered, wanting him so badly as he slid between my lips. The urge to close down and run my tongue along his shaft drove me insane. I focused on the feel of his skin, and the heat inside me when he began to push himself in and out—not with force and not deep, but in control. Using me. Making me sit there, wide-mouthed and receiving.
And hugely, utterly, turned on.
Holy shit.
I dug my fingers into my thighs, startled by the tidal wave swirling through my pelvis. Dean kept thrusting, dragging his cock along my outstretched tongue and back. I ached to take him whole, but the feeling of him teasing himself with my open mouth was unreal. I swallowed, my tongue grazing the underside of his length, and Dean stopped halfway inside my throat.
“Is this okay for you?”
Before him, before this, when I randomly fucked around and gave head to strangers, lovers and boyfriends, I would never have said yes to this. But as Dean ran a finger down the side of my cheek, I wanted nothing more than to feel him.
“If it’s too much, tap my leg three times. If not, I’ll keep going.” He slipped farther.
My hands stayed frozen on my thighs.
“I’m so turned on, love.” He pushed too far and I gave a small choke, so he pulled back to mid-thrust and took my head in both hands, his cock resting on my tongue. “It’s sexy to know you’re this willing to surrender to me.”
I panted through my nose. Not touching him, not closing my mouth over him—it drove me mad. His voice was an aphrodisiac all its own, and when he adjusted his feet against my mound, I swooned with need.
“Do you like this?”
I nodded, the shift of my mouth making him groan. Oh, I liked this. I loved this. Dean tugged on my hair until the tip of my tongue skimmed the ridge of his head. Once he dipped himself all the way back in my throat and sucked in a heavy breath, I realized how on edge he must be.
He growled, “I can’t wait anymore. Show me how much you’ll surrender. Close your mouth. Show me.”
I sealed my lips around him, hungry to taste him, to lodge him back in my throat at my pace. I sucked him deep, my cheeks hollowing while I worked his length to prove how much I wanted him. His grip on my hair made me strain to swallow him, but I was determined. Scent, sound and touch had provoked me, had me craving him in a fury.
I raised my hand to his dick, but Dean jerked himself away. “Stop!” He clenched my hair, his breathing fast. I hated not being able to see the pleasure on his face.
“Please.” My face was numb, and the stickiness of my cunt wet my heels.
He released me and shoved his hand between my thighs. He had his fingers all the way in before I registered him dropping to a crouch in front of me, and I hissed.
“Fuck. You’re wetter than I’ve ever felt you. Do you like being taken? Used?” He pumped his fingers, whimpers falling from my lips as he banged inside and brought me dangerously close to screaming in ecstasy.
Then he pulled them away.
“Dean!”
He kissed me hungrily and curled his arms around my waist. When he hugged me close, I slumped against him. The blindfold heightened the feel of his tongue and lips and the sting of need waiting to burst out of me.
“I’m going to bind you now,” he said.
He left me hovering on the floor. I listened to his movements, trying to steady myself. I heard the rustle of blankets, and the opening and closing of a drawer. I heard the clang of metal, the soft grunt of pleasure he made and the fervent drum of my heart, loud and consuming until he came back. I shook hard, my orgasm looming and yet taken away. “Please,” I moaned. “Please, please, please...”
Dean stripped the blindfold off me. “I can’t not see you. I have to see your eyes.”
My nipples tightened when Dean held up a pair of leather cuffs. They were similar to the ones Charlie had used on me all those years ago, and I inhaled sharply, not wanting to connect the two memories. For a second, I chewed on my thoughts, wondering if I should tell Dean what had flashed on and off so fast in my mind...but it was too heavy, too dark for what I felt in this moment. The bolt of desire had me pitching forward on my heels, because this was different—caring, tender and open-minded.
“Do you want more?”
How could I not? My body ached for him, all of him, whatever he wished. “Yes.”
Carefully, Dean cuffed me, snugging the black leather on my wrists. A large metal hook glimmered on the back of each, and he used these to lead me up and to the bed. He steered me to the mattress and folded me until my chest rested over it. “Spread your arms for me.”
I did, my breath loud in my ears.
Dean pulled the hooks until he’d arranged me as far forward as possible without losing the bend at my waist. He hooked me into both straps, then ran his hands along my arms and down my sides, following the curves of my body. Nestling against my ass, he’d whipped me into such an agonizing state. I trembled beneath him. He’d stretched my hands so far apart that my chin rested on the mattress, my ass up and out, on display like he’d described on the bar patio.
“I need you now. Please.” The words were a desperate whine I couldn’t fight.
Dean ran his hands across my ass cheeks and kneeled beside me. “I know you do.”
Somehow, I still jumped when he touched my sex. Hypersensitive and raw, I ached for his caress despite three earlier orgasms that should have brought me to my knees. I pinched the sheet in my lips as he fingered the rim of my entrance.
“You’re pink and swollen. Filled with lust after all those wicked ideas.” He pressed his mouth on me and I cried out, weakening when he lapped at my slit, and his nose rubbed against my ass. I shuddered, grateful the bed was there to support me beca
use my knees began to give. Dean thrust his tongue in and out, drawing broken gasps from my throat. Then he shifted up to slip his tongue past my puckered entrance and pushed three fingers inside my cunt.
Oh God, it was too good. His fingers slammed and worked my swollen ridges all over again. His tongue tickled my ass, widening me and sneaking out to swirl around my clenched opening. As soon as I thought I might come, my cries came wild and loud and Dean took his fingers from me. He slicked my wetness around the entrance to my ass and I tugged on the cuffs, my knuckles white, my brain spinning. He circled his fingers around and around, heightening nerve endings and wetting me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I pleaded.
“Tell me more.” He teased his fingertip against my opening. “Do you want my finger here?”
I rattled my cuffs, filled with unquenched need.
“Say it.”
“Dean. Yes...yes! I want you in me. I want you everywhere.”
The tip of his finger intruded on my tight hole. I whimpered, and Dean burrowed the head of his cock between my thighs. “More?”
“Fill me!” I’d never felt so consumed, mad, my desire scorching through me.
Dean gave a series of pleased moans when he slid his finger all the way in my ass and back out.
“Please...now.”
“Yes.” He snuck farther, barely filling me, and my pussy fluttered with need. When he spoke, his words stoked the fire in me. “Be greedy. Take me everywhere.”
Then he shoved himself all the way in.
Dean froze like this, his shaft inside me, his finger knuckle-deep in my ass. The fullness paired with the sturdy pressure of the cuffs sent shivers through me. I pressed my face into the mattress and gasped for air.
“Do you like this, sexy?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Oh, yes...”
“Taken everywhere. All mine to play with.”
My walls quaked, threatening another orgasm at any moment.
“You didn’t answer my question earlier.”
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