by Callie Croix
He gently stroked her hair from the crown of her head to where the waves lay around her shoulders. “Don’t see stars like this in the city, do you?”
She tipped her head back. This reminded her of that night in Austin when he’d first kissed her. It seemed so long ago now. “No.” The sky was overflowing with them out here. It was hard to appreciate them though, since the erection at her back and the pounding throb in her clit were constant reminders of what they both wanted. What she ached for.
Tilting his head back to rest against the rear wall of the cab, he pointed up at the inky sky. “See those three bright starts all in a row there?”
Was he trying to distract her from being nervous? Deciding she’d play along, Charissa leaned her head back to follow his finger and relaxed a bit more into his embrace. He was so warm and solid, his arms surrounding her. Soothing and arousing at the same time. “I see them.”
“That’s Orion’s belt.”
A small laugh escaped her. An astronomy lesson? “You brought me all the way out here to show me the stars?”
He stroked his fingers through her hair, the motion slow and drugging despite the residual tension inside her. “I’d love to take you to the stars, sweetness,” he said in an intimate tone that made her hot all over. “But I don’t want you to be afraid.”
She half turned to look into his eyes. “I’m not afraid. Not of you.” Not anymore. She might be afraid of putting herself at his mercy, but not because she thought he’d hurt her. She wiggled her ass against his hard-on and grew even wetter. “And I’m not sure I could concentrate on the stars with this distracting me anyway. I think we should take care of it.”
“But that’s not how this works.”
That made her pause. “It’s not?”
He shook his head. Trailed gentle fingertips across her cheekbone. Carefully, as if he was trying to prove that he wouldn’t hurt her. “It’s about you. You giving up control to me and letting me take you where you need to go.” The thought of it made her thigh muscles tense. A delicious tremor slid through her, hardening her nipples. Dillon tightened his arms, nuzzled the top of her head.
“And what about you?” she said breathlessly, already so aroused her panties were soaked.
“If you can give me that much, I’ll be in heaven.” His voice was deep, full of leashed hunger.
“No, I meant what—”
His arms tightened in silent command to be quiet. “No more talking. Let me show you instead.”
The beguiling sensuality in his voice made her breath catch. She wasn’t going to say no this time. Whether she was ready for this or not, she knew fantasy and reality were about to collide.
Chapter Four
Before she could say anything else, Dillon took both of Charissa’s wrists in one hand and laid them atop her stomach. Her wrists seemed delicate in his grip. Sitting behind her, he noticed her sudden stillness, knew her brain was trying to process what was happening. Trying to figure out whether this new edge of helplessness was a threat.
This was the gentlest way he could show her what it felt like to submit the way he wanted her to. He’d use his body to restrain her, rather than ropes or cuffs. They wouldn’t need a safeword this time. If she asked him to stop, he would. Earning her trust and showing her the pleasure he could give her were the building blocks of the foundation he needed to lay down for a relationship with her.
She was still uncertain. He could feel it in the rigid set of her spine. To distract her, he pressed his cheek to her temple and drew his fingertips across her lips, down the stubborn point of her chin to the soft skin of her throat. She started to tip her head back to look at him, but he threaded his free hand into her hair and pulled her head to the side gently, exposing her neck to the brush of his lips.
He felt as much as heard her sharp inhalation and closed his eyes to savor that small victory. That first sign of acquiescence, the breathy little sound of anticipation and building arousal she made. His cock pressed harder against his zipper, throbbing at the thought of what he was going to do. She was so sweet and soft, so hungry for this, if she could just let herself relax enough to enjoy it.
Jesus, Dillon hated to think of her being bound and helpless with that selfish asshole. He couldn’t undo what had happened to her, but he could show her how it should be. He had this one chance to show her how amazing it could be when she let him take over. He’d give her just enough of a taste to awaken the submissive tendencies inside her and make her crave more.
Once she experienced this, she’d see how good they were together, hopefully both in and out of the bedroom. They fit. She had to know that on some level. He’d felt it almost as soon as he’d met her. He liked her spirit, her independence, and the way she made him laugh. Her lively personality balanced his more serious nature, had brought him light and laughter all those months ago. She was the kind of woman he wanted to come home to at the end of a long day. He knew they’d be good together if she gave them a chance.
One step at a time.
His tongue stole out to taste the tender spot beneath her ear. Charissa tensed and arched her neck, silently asking for more. Keeping her wrists locked at her waist, he held her still, letting her feel just a hint of his command over her as he teased her neck with his lips and tongue. She made a humming noise and melted into him, rubbing against his mouth like a cat.
There we go.
Releasing her hair, he skimmed his hand down her neck, over her collarbone and shoulder, then back toward the tempting curve of her breast. The nipple was already hard, poking at the material of her shirt. He set his hand beneath it, resting lightly on her ribcage, and smiled when she lifted up, asking for more. His fingers feathered along the curved underside.
She moaned softly and arched her back, but he didn’t give her the touch she wanted. Instead he grasped the top button of her shirt and freed it, pausing a moment to stroke the soft skin beneath before undoing the next. By the time he reached the last one and parted the two halves of material, her breathing was unsteady.
Dillon drew her shirt apart, exposing the sexy, black lace bra that pushed her breasts up so prettily. “Very nice,” he murmured, giving her neck a tender nip. She gasped and shuddered as his hand cupped the soft swell of one breast, his tongue soothing the little sting he’d created. The hardness of her nipple pressed into the center of his palm. She had to be aching for his touch there. He caressed her in a slow circular motion, teasing the tender tip.
Charissa moaned and tried to struggle closer to his hand, but he held her fast and kept tormenting her with tiny circles of his thumb. Then he did the same to the other breast, stroking and teasing until she whimpered and bowed up for a firmer touch. “Want more?”
“Yes,” she whispered unsteadily.
His fingers found the front clasp of the bra and unsnapped it. The halves popped apart and caught on the plump mounds. He dragged each cup aside, revealing the beautiful creamy flesh beneath. Her nipples were erect points, begging for his touch. “So pretty, Charissa.” Enjoying the feel of her ass squirming against his dick, he played with her breasts, feathering the tender curves and circling each bud with his fingers.
“More,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal.
“Say it, sweetness. Tell me what you need.”
“Touch my nipples. Play with them—ohh...” Her head fell back, eyelashes sweeping down as he took one hard peak between his fingers and rolled gently.
“Like that?”
She nodded and licked her lips, shivering in his hold.
“Softer?”
“No. Don’t stop,” she begged when he gentled his touch.
“Mmm, but I have to. Don’t want to leave out this other pretty nipple.” He grasped it, experimenting with pressure and motion, using her gasps and sighs, the restless shifting of her body to guide him. She was so hot, so sexy like this. “You love it when I squeeze them, don’t you?”
She nodded helplessly, eyes closed. Sinking deeper into
sensation. Right where he wanted her. Making this headstrong, independent woman tremble and surrender to her most secret desires turned him on like nothing else.
He pleasured her gently, loving every second of her response. “Imagine how good it would feel to have my tongue licking you here.” She moaned and tried to twist as he eased the pressure of his fingers, wanting a firmer touch. “I’d lick at them, suck on them just the way you like until you begged me to touch your pussy.”
A frustrated whimper escaped, but she didn’t try to pull free. Didn’t ask him to stop. That small show of trust both humbled and aroused him.
“Are you wet, sweetness? Is your pussy all hot and aching for me?”
“Oh God, Dillon...” She let out a choked moan when he stopped playing with her nipple to cradle her breast. “Please...”
Her heart pounded beneath his hand as he kneaded the soft flesh. “Mmm, I love that sound. Love hearing you beg like that.”
She pressed her head against his shoulder, sunk her teeth deep into her lower lip. He praised her with low murmurs, soft kisses against her jawline, her temple. Charissa turned toward him, her mouth searching for his. Needing to taste her, he caught her head with one hand and angled it to stroke his tongue into her mouth. She strained in his hold and sucked at his tongue, trying to turn in his arms. Dillon groaned and gently explored her mouth, reveling in each soft cry, each tremor that wracked her gorgeous curves as he held her in place.
When he broke the kiss, she whined in protest and tried to follow him, but he restrained her with his arm across her waist, still holding her wrists. Her thighs shifted restlessly. She jerked and let out a keening moan when he tugged at her nipple, rolling it carefully between his fingertips, savoring every twist of her hips against his throbbing cock.
Tightening his hold on her, he buried his face in her neck and growled in pleasure. He could come just like this, fully clothed, from simply letting her luscious ass writhe against him. But he wanted to take her to this side of heaven before he slid his cock into her. Wanted to hear her beg for it first. To feel her thrust against him, hear her sob his name as he filled her.
Reining in the hunger lashing at him, he slid his hand away from her straining nipple, soothing her with more whispered praise as he caressed the silken skin of her belly. He circled his palm there, trailing past her captive fists to cup the denim covering her mound. She let out a choked sound and widened her thighs, her hips lifting in a silent plea.
His arm contracted around her. “Stay still.” Even through the jeans he could feel the incredible heat pouring off her. But he wanted to take Charissa further under. Give her a truer taste of what being helpless in his arms would feel like so she wouldn’t be afraid anymore.
Keeping one hand between her legs and the other locked around her wrists, he wound his legs around hers and pressed them open and down, immobilizing her. She instinctively tensed for a moment, and he simply waited, holding her captive like that until she gave in and relaxed.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against her ear. Her answering shiver and rapid breaths were all the response he needed. Her body was slowly unfurling for him, instinctively beginning to trust him. It made him ache. God, he needed this from her. Needed it so much it shook him.
Her hands twitched in his grip as he popped the button at the top of her jeans free. Lowering the zipper, he lingered over the smooth skin he exposed, stroking with the pads of his fingers until he met the delicate edge of lace that covered her mound. He paused there a moment, letting her wonder what he would do, then slid his hand beneath the fabric to cup her pussy, all slippery soft against his fingers. She sucked in a breath and he bit back a moan. Breathing fast, she squirmed in his arms, trying to grind against his hand, but his body kept her pinned and open for his touch.
“You’re so hot and wet, sweetness. I think you like being held down,” he said in a low voice.
Trembling, she nodded and licked her lips. “Please just touch me. God, Dillon, I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you.” He increased the pressure ever so slightly, enjoying the broken gasp that caught in her throat, the way her lower back arched. His favorite fantasy of her unfolded in his mind as he carefully explored the tender flesh of her pussy. Warm, slick paradise met his searching fingers as he parted her labia. “If I had you tied up right now, I could play with your nipples while I slid my tongue into these soft, wet folds.”
She groaned in frustration and tried unsuccessfully to buck against his palm.
“I’d lick you over and over, tease this hard little clit until you screamed my name,” he said, softly grazing the edge of the swollen bud with a fingertip.
She caught her breath, trembled, every muscle drawn tight. “Don’t tease me. Please, I need this.”
The desperation, the raw need in her voice shook him. He remembered what she’d said about not being able to come and realized she was probably frantic the sensation would disappear if he didn’t hurry. Something swelled in his chest until it squeezed his heart. “It’s okay. Trust me to take care of your body.” He would never leave her unsatisfied.
She was almost there, gradually trusting him more, so turned on it tied him in knots. “Look at you. So close already, sweetness,” he crooned. “So ready to come, and I’ve barely touched you. Imagine how good it would feel if I was licking your clit...sucking on it softly while I did this.” He speared a finger into her tight pussy, the inner muscles contracting around him as she cried out. He stroked deep, pressing upward to rub against her inner hot spot, then stopping.
She whispered his name, shaking with need, but he was relentless. “I’d lick you and suck you so sweetly while I fucked you with my fingers. Feel you squeeze around me, melt on my tongue while you were tied down.” He thrust his finger deep inside, his thumb stroking her clit gently.
“Dillon!” His name tore from her in a ragged cry.
Instantly, he lifted his hand away from her needy flesh, sensing her reaching the edge of release. “No, not yet,” he whispered. “Not yet.”
She ground the back of her head against his shoulder, her expression tormented. “God, I need it. Please let me—”
“Shh. Trust me to give you what you need.” Christ. In all his life he’d never found so much pleasure in the giving of it. Arousing her to the point that she writhed and begged was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. He wanted to bind her to him in this most primal way, show her exactly how willing he was to satisfy her needs, that she could trust him in such an intimate way. Then maybe she’d believe he wanted her for much more than sex. “You trust me, sweetness?”
She was panting, eyes squeezed shut, body poised on the brink of orgasm, yet part of her still fought what she was feeling. Just like he’d imagined she would. But he wouldn’t let her deny her needs anymore.
When his words finally registered, she managed a weak nod. After a moment, her whole body softened, her muscles shuddering once before they loosened. That final sign of surrender. Of a trust so implicit it made him ache inside. Dillon closed his eyes and pressed his face into the curve of her neck. Every protective instinct he had flared to life. He wanted to hold her, shield her and give her all the pleasure she could take.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured when she relaxed fully, his heart flooded with tenderness. Careful to stay away from her clit, he explored her soft folds until she settled against him and dropped her head back in surrender. “There we go, just sink into it. So perfect, baby. So damn beautiful like this.” She was hot and slick beneath his fingertips, making his mouth water for a taste of her. But first she deserved the climax he’d denied her so far. “All right, sweetness. I’m gonna make you come now.”
Her eyes opened, the blue depths glazed with pleasure and need as she stared up at him. Little tremors shook her body.
“Nice and slow,” he whispered, holding her gaze and her wrists as he began to circle her swollen clit. “Let it build. You know you’re safe with me, t
hat it’s okay to let go.”
She trembled at his words, gazing up at him while he rendered her unable to move or do anything but feel what he did to her. The instant his thumb caressed the edge of her clit, her head fell back and she cried out, the sound sharp and loud in the night.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Let me feel it, sweetness. I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”
He thrust two fingers into her tight sheath and stroked her clit with his thumb. Her pussy clamped around him rhythmically. She threw her head back and sobbed out her release, hips bucking against his hand despite his hold on her waist. The pulses tore through her in waves, and he helped her ride them out until she collapsed against him, limp with the pleasure he’d given her.
Fingers still buried inside her, his cock ready to burst, he released her wrists and wrapped his arm around her, enjoying the simple satisfaction of holding the woman who had stolen his heart.
****
Charissa couldn’t move. Dillon wasn’t even restraining her anymore, but her muscles had turned to melted wax. His fingers were pressed deep inside her pussy as tiny echoes of pleasure coursed through her exhausted body. Her heart was still beating way too fast, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
The pleasure he’d given her was indescribable. Her brain could hardly process it. He’d been so amazingly skilled, so tender with her in spite of his control over her body. But inside she was quaking, some unknown part of her famished for his approval, his reassurance. She’d always been turned on by the idea of being tied up in bed, and now she knew for certain that her body loved it, too. But what kind of person needed to be held down in order to have an orgasm?
She gasped when Dillon gently withdrew his fingers from her pussy, too sated to be embarrassed at the amount of moisture between her legs.
His warm lips pressed against her temple. “Okay?”
Nodding, she forced her tired muscles to obey and twisted around. She reached for him without a second thought, hungry for the feel of his strong arms around her. Dillon made a rough sound as he wrapped them around her back, cradling her when she burrowed into his chest. His body heat and the steady throb of his heartbeat soothed her, his embrace chasing away the frightening emptiness that had opened up inside her.