by Madeleine Oh
How…handy.
“Good evening, Rand,” Drake spoke.
“Evening, sir, and it is mighty fine one tonight,” the older man spoke as the doors slid shut. He removed a small gold key from his pocket, slid it into the console then pressed the one button that was unmarked.
“That it is.” Drake slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “And how is your granddaughter doing? Last you mentioned she was in a tizzy over starting second grade in the fall.”
The other man chuckled and Gia allowed their easy conversation to fade to a soft buzz. Her body was almost unbearably aroused and the elevator ride seemed to be taking forever. If they didn’t get to his floor soon she was seriously thinking about tossing Drake on the couch and fucking him, audience or not.
He must have sensed her lascivious thoughts as his hand slid from her hip to cup one buttock. Giving her a gentle squeeze then a soft pat, his hand returned to its former position.
She shifted, pressing her thighs together as hard as she could without the movement being noticeable. The two men were still talking when the elevator slowed and the doors opened.
“Have a good evening, Mr. Whelan.” He gave her a nod, his eyes friendly. “And young lady.”
“Thank you, you do the same.” Gia gave him a wide smile.
Drake flicked on the lights as they exited the elevator and stepped directly into his living room. “Welcome to my home, Gia.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
The room was spacious and the wooden floor was polished to a high gleam. Two brown couches facing each other in the center of the room with a smoked glass coffee table in between. The outside walls were entirely made of glass and they offered a breathtaking view of Central Park and the glittering skyline of New York. The interior walls were a pale cream with paintings and wall hangings every several feet. Her eyes widened when she saw a Monet only a few feet from a Picasso.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.
“No thanks.” Gia tossed her purse onto the couch and leaned her walking stick against the arm. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Kicking off her shoes, she walked toward him.
“Well…” His gaze skimmed her curves and the air fairly sizzled with tension as he ran his tongue over his lower lip.
Gia stopped barely a foot away from him. Her gaze dipped and she presented him with her back.
“Can you…unzip me?”
“With pleasure.” His voice was deeper than normal.
He took her thick hair and gently moved it over her shoulder out of the way. With tantalizing slowness he lowered the zipper until it reached the bottom. Gia allowed the bodice to sag before letting it fall to pool around her feet.
“Thanks,” she spoke in an airy tone over her shoulder.
She turned and didn’t miss the fact this his eyes moved over her as if he were a starving man. She’d dressed deliberately in a red lace demi bra and matching thong. The bra was fitted so that a glimpse of her matching gold rings could be seen through the lace.
“You’re welcome,” he rasped.
She started to walk away when he grabbed her arm and pulled her against his hard body. Her breath caught when his arms tightened around her and he brought his mouth down in a kiss that rocked her world. With each torrid suck of her tongue, her arousal spiraled higher until she was just short of swooning and she was forced to cling to him. When her knees buckled, he lifted her and she twined her legs around his waist. The harsh ridge of his arousal jutted into her belly and she thought she just might faint with delight.
He began walking and she clutched at his shoulders, enjoying the sensation of his erection rubbing against her. They continued to kiss, slow drugging kisses that made her head swirl and her body ache.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss and slid his hands along her legs indicating he wished her to stand.
“I want you in my bed,” he whispered, his breath warm against her temple. “Remove your lingerie and climb in.”
Not even thinking of refusing, Gia released her grip on his waist then walked toward the oversized king bed. The covers were pulled back to expose snow-white sheets of pure silk. She removed her clothing then climbed onto the bed to settle down against a pile of pillows.
“I have a gift for you.” He moved to a chest of drawers and picked up a slim black velvet jeweler’s box. “This gift is to symbolize our new relationship and your willingness to please me as your Dom.” He sat on the edge of the bed before opening the box.
Gia leaned forward to peer into the box. On a bed of blue velvet was a gold chain with a large loop at one end and a ruby heart with a key at the other. He removed it from the box then placed it around her neck, before sliding the heart through the loop to secure it. The chain was snug to her throat and the heart and key dangled between her breasts.
“Beautiful.” He ran his finger along her jaw and his expression was tender. “Of course, when you disobey me you must be willing to pay the price—either option will be pleasurable to me.”
The liquid heat in his voice caused a rush of arousal to streak through her body.
“Yes, Sire.”
He reached for the bedside stand then opened a drawer to remove a red silk scarf. He threaded the silk through his fingers before pulling it free. “Lie down, Gia, and raise your arms over your head.”
Her throat tightened with excitement and she slid down the pillows until she was on her back. Crossing her wrists she raised them over her head.
“Very nice.” He wrapped the silk around her arms. Her breasts began to ache and she pressed her thighs together at the feel of the cool cloth against her skin. He tied the scarf to the headboard before giving the silk a tug to ensure it was secure. “Comfortable?”
She gave them an experimental tug as well. “Yes, Sire.”
“Good.” From the open drawer he removed a leather strap with wide loops at each end. Sliding one loop around her leg, he slid it up to her knee then tightened the padded loop. “Lift your hips just a bit.” When she did so, he slid the strap behind her back to secure her other knee in the opposite loop.
Lying down again, she was surprised to realize her new position was comfortable. The strap held her knees up toward her shoulders leaving her thighs spread and her sex open. She wiggled, unused to such a provocative bound position. Never had any of her previous lovers been quite this inventive. It was both erotic and empowering yet it left her feeling vulnerable and painfully aroused all at the same time.
His eyes were dark with desire when he reached for her. His big hand covered her pussy and he gave her a gentle pat before cupping her. He licked his lips then slid a finger inside. She moaned when he gave her a gentle stroke. Her hips arched toward him as much as she could manage. He withdrew his hand and raised it to his lips to inhale her essence.
“Nectar.”
Heat raced through her when he licked his finger clean.
“I think you enjoy being bound. This is very good. A good sub knows how to remain still, respectful while she awaits her Dom’s pleasure.” He ran his hand over her thigh, the curve of her buttocks. “Are you ready to serve your Dom, Gia?”
Wordless, she nodded.
“Answer me, Gia.”
“Yes, Sire.” Her voice was little more than a whisper.
“Much better.” He rose to remove his jacket. “Tonight I’m going to show you what it means to be my woman.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m very pleased that you enjoy being bound, Gia.”
He removed his shirt to reveal a muscular chest lightly covered with dark hair. A tattoo of a Celtic cross marked his left arm. She licked her lips when he reached for his pants. Opening his trousers, he pushed his pants and boxers down then kicked them off. Her eyes widened when she took in his lean, wiry build. His legs were deeply muscled with round buttocks she longed to sink her teeth into.
Her gaze went to his groin and her breath caught. In one word, he was enormous. His cock was big, a thick delicious toy
arching up from a thatch of dark hair and the color was a deep rose. A drop of liquid smeared the head, a sign of his obvious arousal. The head was broad and the stem was thick and for a moment she felt panic. How could she take all of him into her mouth, her body?
“Bondage is about anticipation.” He reached for a small bottle on the bedside stand. “It is about learning and understanding the capacities of your body and your mind. Teasing yourself into such a state of arousal that it becomes almost an out-of-body experience.”
Gia bit back a whimper.
“That is what you will experience this evening.” He opened the bottle and took a small drink, holding it up so she could see. “Brandy. One of the most perfect sexual aids ever invented.”
Her brow rose.
“I am going to show you exactly what your body is capable of.”
He took another drink but this time he did not swallow. Instead he set down the bottle before he climbed onto the bed between her thighs. Lowering his mouth to her pussy he opened his mouth and the soft trickle of brandy dripped over her aroused flesh.
“This will burn, sting and bring your arousal to a new level.” He soothed the liquid over her flesh with his fingers. Once he removed them the burn began immediately.
She squirmed as heat raced upward. It caused an itch, a heat that was distracting, arousing and she was unable to do anything to assuage it.
“Remain still, Gia. I’ll take care of you in due time.”
He repeated the process, taking more brandy into his mouth then dribbling it over her nipples before rubbing it in with his fingers. She was shivering with need when he was done.
In her position with her arms over her head and her thighs splayed wide and unable to close, she was totally vulnerable to him. She couldn’t touch herself to relieve the burn he’d awoken in her—she needed him to do the job.
“Please,” she hissed.
His brow arched and he replaced the bottle on the table. “It burns, doesn’t it? But it feels so exquisite at the same time.” He bent and licked at one nipple, catching the ring between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug before releasing her.
“Please…” she whimpered.
“I want to fuck you, Gia,” he whispered. “I like you like this—bound, helpless in the face of my need.”
His mouth was hot on hers and their tongues fought for supremacy. He settled his hips between her thighs, his cock coming to rest against her burning orifice. He pressed the broad head against her, moving his hips ever so slightly to delve inside a few centimeters. She whimpered.
“Is this what you want, my pet?” His breath was hot against her throat. “My cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, needing him to enter her more than she needed her next breath.
He pressed forward, the width of his head stretching her aroused flesh. “Sire,” he hissed.
“Sire,” she sobbed.
“You’re very tight, I don’t want to hurt you.”
‘I don’t care—”
He pushed forward, his cock stretched her pussy and she moaned. Throwing her head back, the only part of her body she could really move, she strained to arch her hips and take him deeper, faster. He ignored her movements and continued his slow, torturous entry until he was fully inside her.
He moved his arms beneath her shoulders to brace his upper body. She wanted to savor the feeling of him covering her, but her need was too great. She whimpered in the back of her throat and he seemed to understand what she needed. He shushed her with a quick, hard kiss then lowered his forehead to hers. Their gazes meshed and he began to thrust.
Within seconds she came, a deep hard release that threatened to tear her apart. She strained beneath him as he picked up the pace. His lips drew back from his teeth and his hips hammered at hers. Freeing one hand, he tweaked a nipple before giving the ring a tug, sending a powerful jolt of sensation directly to her clit. She came again with a scream, her body straining against the restraints.
He dropped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth as the final shudders of her release faded. He stiffened, a low groan that seemed to start from his knees rolled out of his throat and she felt his release fill her.
Struggling to catch her breath, she was replete yet still hungry. She clenched her pussy around him, surprised to find him still hard inside her.
“We’re not done yet,” he whispered. “I am a man of very healthy appetites.”
She moaned when he began to stroke again, a lazy, sleepy stroke of burgeoning arousal. His skin was flushed and his hair clung to his sweat-dampened face. He had a dazed, dreamy expression and his eyes were closed as he moved inside her.
“Come for me again, Gia,” he whispered.
The stroking continued and her arousal increased in a slow, inexorable tide. With each movement, each touch, her release beckoned. Taking her nipple between his teeth he worried the nub sending a rain of fire straight to her clit. He moaned against her breast and the animal sound was all she needed to tumble over the edge.
Sensation crashed through her body and his pace increased, his hips slammed into her bringing her yet another release. She felt him stiffen, his cock moving as if it had a mind of its own when he shot into her with a muffled cry.
When the storm settled, Gia felt him release her from her bonds. He rubbed her wrists and massaged her legs until she felt boneless. She rolled to her side, too tired to even open her eyes.
He lay beside her, spoon fashion. His cock was still semi-hard against her buttocks and his arm was heavy against her waist.
“Beautiful, Gia,” he whispered. “Thank you.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “It is I who should be thanking you.” Her words were slurred.
He chuckled. “Sleep now and we’ll see about your thanking me when we wake up.”
Chapter Eight
Drake lay on his side watching Gia sleep. Her dark hair was a tumbled cloud about her slim shoulders and her lips were slightly parted. She was exquisite, even more so than he’d ever dreamed. He drew the back of his index finger over the tender curve of her belly. Gia’s breathing hitched then smoothed.
The reality of being with her was more than he’d ever imagined. She was funny, intelligent, warm and sexy and he wanted to know everything about her. What her favorite color was, if she liked pineapple on her pizza and if she enjoyed film noir. Did she enjoy making love on a stormy afternoon or eating ice cream in bed?
She stirred, her lips pursed and she made a soft noise deep in her throat.
When he’d concocted this plan he’d hoped that they’d create at least a spark of attraction. He touched the tender skin of her inner elbow. This was much more than just a spark, it was an explosion of attraction that took his breath away. He twined a silky curl around his finger. He could only hope she felt the same way about him when this weekend was over.
She stirred again, a frown wrinkling her brow. Her head moved against the pillow and she whimpered as if something were bothering her in her sleep. Her hands fisted and her body tensed.
Concerned, he began stroking her arm. “Gia, wake up. You’re having a bad dream.”
Another whimper escaped her then her dark eyes flew open. They were muddled with sleep and the remnants of her dreams. She blinked several times before focusing upon him.
“Drake?” Her voice was rusty.
“It’s me.”
She sat up and looked around, her hair a silky halo about her head. “What time is it?”
“Around two maybe.” He sat up and shoved his pillows against the headboard. Settling back, he roped an arm around her shoulders. At first she resisted him then she settled against his side, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. “What was your dream about?”
She hesitated and he felt the tension in her body. What had her so hesitant to speak to him?
“Gia?”
“It was my accident.”
“Ah, I see.” He stroked her hair, enjoying the silken texture. “Do you want to
talk about it?”
She shrugged.
“I read bits and pieces in the paper.” He tangled his fingers in the long tresses. “It was in California, wasn’t it?”
“Hollywood Hills. I really don’t remember much about that night.”
“Mmm. What do you remember?”
She sighed. “Well, we’d gone out to dinner then stopped at a friend’s house for a drink. We left and the accident happened only several miles from my house. I hit my head on the windshield and I don’t remember much after that.” She began rubbing her forehead as if it were giving her pain.
“And your dream is about the accident?”
“Sort of. I keep having this vision over and over, but it gets jumbled in my mind. I don’t even know if it’s real or not.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it.”
She burrowed a little closer as if the memories made her uncomfortable. “I’m trapped in the car, my ankle was crushed, you see. I couldn’t get out because my side took the brunt of the damage.”
He continued stroking her hair. Contrary to what he’d told her, he’d read every newspaper account he could find and watched dozens of television reports on her accident. Seeing that she’d received a concussion, he probably knew more about the details than she did.
“I’m in the car and I look up through the shattered windshield. There’s this man looking down at me. He smiles and it’s the coldest smile I’ve ever seen.” A soft shudder ran through her body and he hugged her closer. “Then he lays a pink rose on the windshield and then walks away.”
He kissed her on the forehead. “Do you think it was real?”
“It sure feels real to me.”
“Well, if it feels real then maybe it was.” He leaned his head against the headboard. “Who do you think this man was?”
She hesitated again, her body tense against his side. He continued stroking her hair, patiently waiting for her to break the silence.
“A man has been stalking me.”
He stopped, stunned. She had a stalker? Who? Where? A million questions raced into his mind and he had to force them to the side for the moment. Right now he wanted to let her get this out before he’d start asking questions.