by Sara Brookes
“It’s not that. I don’t need to stop. I just don’t normally…erm.”
Understanding dawned. “Vocalize when you come?”
“Not when I’m with someone else.” The blush on her skin deepened, spreading further to heat places where their skin made contact.
“Then I take it as a personal challenge to find out how loud you can really be.” When her eyes took on a skeptical shadowing, he reached out, grazing a finger under her chin. “Tell me your safeword.”
“Unicorn.”
“Good. You’re safe here, Allison. I find the sound you make when you come undone quite enjoyable. I intend to hear more of it. A lot more.”
Brown eyes widened in surprise as her blush spread further. Interest caught, he lowered his hand between their bodies, levering her hips closer. He slid lower, bracing her thighs on either side of his shoulders. This close, the scent of her need was an aphrodisiac.
“Goddamn, woman, you’re exquisite. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything as sweet as you. Now ride my face,” he said, with firm authority behind his words.
She sank onto him. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he slid his tongue into that tight, wet heat of hers for the very first time. Prepared to give her the time she needed, he was surprised when she rotated her hips a bit. Hands still secured to the metal rings, she used the headboard as leverage and undulated her hips against his mouth.
She was certainly no novice at sex, much as she may think differently. She just hadn’t found a partner who listened to her body as acutely as he did. He licked and sucked, teasing dripping wet flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste was an elixir that brought him back to life, erasing any doubts he’d had about introducing her to his world.
Lifting his hands to her waist, he pulled her down to keep her in place. Holding her hip with one hand, he reached around to use his thumb and forefinger to spread her labia and expose her clit. He worried the hard nub with the edge of his teeth.
Her voice filled the air, a hint of begging spinning around her.
Her breathing became hurried and frantic as he continued to push her further. It was a sign she’d finally given herself over and had done so without apology. He was thrilled with the prospect of awakening something inside her, of discovering just how much she could endure. How much they could both take.
He was amazed how quickly he’d fallen beneath her spell. She was under his skin, a deep craving he couldn’t ignore. The taste he’d sampled of her wasn’t enough. He needed everything she had to give.
“Give me another one. I want to feel you lose control while my tongue is buried inside your cunt.” That streaked blonde hair fell around her face as she bent her head. Leather creaked over his head, her hands white as she tightly clenched them. It was a clear indication of the intense strain as she fought to maintain some evidence of control. “Give it to me now, Allison. Share yourself with me. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
He licked, trailing his tongue slowly from her opening to her clit before driving back into her pussy. She jerked in response as something inside her released. The high-pitched sound of her voice filled him as she came, her body tight as her muscles rippled against his tongue. The sensation swept through his body, lighting a fire he was sure could never be banked. His body roared for release, his cock throbbing under the restriction of his pants.
She went limp over him, her body sagging in the restraints. Pushing her up, he slithered from under her, cupping his body around her as he released the cuffs from the metal. He cradled her close, listening to her rapid breathing as he held her against his body. Sated on merely having his submissive mewling quietly in his arms, he lowered them both to the bed.
Her quiet sigh triggered a feeling of rightness deep in his bones as he curled his body protectively against her.
Chapter Six
Allison stirred on the bed. Patrick skimmed his hand down her side as she stretched, mapping her curvy figure as if to commit her shape to memory. He loved having this much skin exposed. Someday he would deny her clothing for the entire day just so he could look at her whenever he chose. She looked right here, her pale blonde tresses spreading out over his pillow.
“Do you have any plans for the day?”
She groaned softly, burying her face in the pillow. The sheet moved as she shifted, exposing nearly every inch of that delightfully perfect body. He was fairly certain his plans for the next few moments were drooling and becoming some mindless, rutting beast. Especially if the sheet slipped any farther.
His fingers itched to caress her gorgeous skin, even though he’d had his hands all over her body for most of the night. Just as he was about to pull away, he realized there was absolutely no reason not to indulge. She flinched in response when he lightly touched the nape of her neck. As his fingers followed the line of her spine, stroking her skin, she relaxed.
His dick, still hard from a long night of pleasuring her without seeking his own relief, stirred against the zipper of the pants as his fingers traced the graceful swell of her ass. It had been a long time since he’d denied himself while indulging his submissive. He’d forgotten how damn exquisite all this pressure and tension bracketing his body felt.
There was a muffled groan from the pillow as she pushed against his hand when he scraped his fingernails over her skin. Unless he read this completely wrong, she wanted a harder touch.
My new sub likes a little pain.
As he filed that information away for later, he pushed up, pressing his lips to her lower back before drawing away. More than anything, he wanted to discover what else she liked. But he found he enjoyed holding back because it meant he could draw out playing with her.
“Bastard,” she swore quietly as she shifted to face him. “You did that on purpose.”
“Damn right I did.”
She scowled with little heat behind the expression. “I’m off today, so that means I have a few errands to run. You’re welcome to join me. They’re nothing overly exciting, and come to think about it, you’ll probably be bored out of your mind.”
“If you’re going to geek out at some computer store, I may take a pass. I wouldn’t think of trying to compete with something you hold in such high regard.” His fingers mapped a slow path across her abdomen as she flipped over onto her back. Pleasure surged low in his abdomen when she sighed softly, reminding him of how she sounded when she came. “Or we could stay in bed. Alex is covering the store for the day, so I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
She groaned. “I’ve never spent an entire day in bed with someone. But as enticing as that idea sounds—and as skillful as you are at getting me off—I really have to get some things done today.”
“Then we’ll run your errands and a few of my own. Nothing says we can’t come back here. I scheduled the warehouse for the rest of the weekend.”
She nodded, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Patrick reached out, lightly pinching her upper thigh as she started to push away. She used the edge of the bed for balance as she swayed. Her mouth opened in protest, but something caught her attention. Her fingers sank into the mattress as she pushed down.
“Why is the bed so freaking high? I almost need a step-stool to get out of this monster.”
Sensing an opportunity, he pushed out of the bed to stand beside her. He collared his hand around her nape, forcing her to bend forward. She lifted her hands to push back, but he was quicker, capturing her cuffed wrists against her back. He used his dexterous fingers to clip the cuffs together. Now he was free to let his hand roam over the generous swell of her ass, teasing the enticing little cleft before his fingers moved down to brush against her heat.
“Oh.”
Finding her already wet, he pushed a finger inside her pussy as he brushed his thumb over the pucker of her anus. She tensed, then relaxed. While being relaxed was preferable, she was too loose. No doubt she thought that logical brain of hers had to be shut down in order to surrender to hi
m. He wanted her right here in the moment with him.
Intelligent women are so fascinating.
He’d have to work on her ideas about what he expected. His fingers continued to slide in and out. “Glad to see I don’t need to explain further. As tempting as you are bent over this way, I think we’ll save this for another time because you’re not quite ready for it.” He drew his hand away, teasing her clit as he withdrew. Even without the pressure of his hands, she stayed in place to patiently wait for him to release her from the position.
He released the D-rings, rubbing her forearms as she rested her arms against the mattress. Admiring her patience and control, he pressed his lips to her lower back as he took in the sight of the beautiful artwork he’d only gotten a glimpse of last night. “When did you get your ink?”
“My twenty-fifth birthday.” He unbuckled the cuffs before setting them on the bed. “My brother’s best friend did it for me. Yours?”
He glanced at the brightly colored stylized phoenix on his upper arm as he handed her the clothes she’d removed last night. “Right after my hopes for a baseball career died. I got it to remind myself that not everything is permanent. Ironic if you think about it—a permanent reminder marked on my arm about how life is only temporary.”
“That’s a bit philosophical of you, Patrick.” She winked as she tugged on her pants. As he shifted to sit, she reached out to glide her hand over the intricate artwork decorating his bicep. “The style and color suit you. I like it.”
“Thank you.” He pushed a hand under her shirt to skim his fingers over her back. “And yours? Does it have some deep, thought-provoking meaning?”
“I thought you would have figured it out. The unicorn is a mythical creature. It isn’t supposed to exist. Just as I’m not. You know, the whole geek girl mystique.” She shrugged. “It’s also from one of my favorite movies. Blade Runner, in case you were wondering. Gaff left an origami unicorn for Deckard as some sort of symbol about…uh, never mind. Shit. I’m babbling again and I don’t need to do anything to further my case about being some sort of anomaly. I think I’ve done enough in that department.”
“You are certainly one of kind.” He brushed away the hand she’d lifted to her forehead, pressing his lips to hers. She softened under him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “It’s striking, just as you are.”
The strong desire to secure her to the binding cross on the other side of the room spun in his mind as they kissed again, but they needed to get away from all this heady energy. The passion they shared hadn’t diminished after their night together. Right at this very moment, he was certain he would never get enough of her.
She seemed to have other ideas and crawled into his lap, grinding her heat against his growing erection. His mind went blank as the buzz of need started to drown out coherent thought.
As much as he adored the thought of walking around all day with his clothes smelling of her, he had to stop her. He needed a thread of sanity to catch his bearings so neither of them tumbled helplessly out of control. Overwhelming her by remaining at the warehouse for several days could be too much stimulation for a newbie to take at once.
“As good as you feel, I think we should go do your errands. You can tell me things that make me feel as though I’m a dumbass while I think about how you’ll look later cuffed and bent over in offering.”
A half hour later, he pulled his car into the driveway of her house. When she reached for the handle, he tightened the belt strap across her chest. Pinned to her seat and helpless, he trailed a finger against the side of her breast. Through the cotton, her skin trembled under his touch. Her heart thudded against his fingertips as he shifted his hand. Pleased with her reaction, he teased the nipple peaking under his thumb.
“Allison? I want you to put on your favorite shirt for me.”
She swallowed noisily. “I don’t have one.”
He unbuckled his own seat belt with his free hand, leaning closer. “I don’t enjoy being lied to, Allison. I suspect you aren’t a clothes-horse, but you have something you elect to wear when you want to feel special. Even if it’s something as simple as a cotton tee. In fact, I would stake your cuffs on the fact it is a t-shirt.”
She cracked a smile. “Yeah, you’re right. But it’s stupid.”
“Nothing about you is stupid. I promise you that.” He continued his slow circles around the pucker of her nipple. “Wear whatever else you choose, but I want you free of undergarments.”
Her heart jumped under his palm when he molded his hand around her entire breast. “What?”
“You heard me. I see that mind of yours working.” He leaned closer, nuzzling the shell of her ear. “You’re wondering what will happen when you step back out the front door. It’s a chilly spring morning. With no bra, people will surely notice how hard your nipples are, especially since I don’t plan on stopping my loving attention to your chest. In fact, I plan on keeping you hard for the rest of the morning. Much as you keep me hard by existing.” His lips brushed against hers, once, twice before parting them to his tongue. He dove in, possessing her with an electric kiss that had energy crackling down his spine. “Besides, only one person’s reaction to your aroused state should matter.”
“You.”
“That’s right. I’ll be free to fondle you as I wish so I can make those buds even harder. People will wonder what has you so excited.”
“You.” Her warm breath skittered across his wet lips.
“Yes, my sweet, smart girl. Me. Someday in the future, I’ll clamp these pretty buds.” He squeezed the tight peak between his thumb and finger, holding her without giving any kind of relief. “You’ll wear a sheer blouse and I’ll take you out to dinner.”
“But—”
“Yes.” He grinned. “Everyone will see. And they’ll know you’re mine. They’ll know you’re an obedient submissive who wants to please your Dom. For now—no undergarments. Favorite shirt. Understood?”
She emerged from her house fifteen minutes later wearing a bright red Wonder Woman fitted tee and a dark-blue miniskirt. Knowing she was naked under that layer of girl geek continued to drive him mad as they arrived at their final destination on Main Street. This kind of store was certainly somewhere he never thought he’d step inside as an adult. Unless he had a child in tow.
The smell of ink and aged paper hit Patrick full force as he followed her into 616, the only comic book store in Gatlin Falls. He tried to take the contents of the store in all at once, but being surrounded by so many vivid colors made him dizzy. Pop art and culture slapped him squarely in the face.
The dark, musty atmosphere transported him back to a time where he was twelve years old. Summer days stretched out before him as the cash he’d earned mowing lawns burned a hole in the pocket of his ratty Levi’s. He remembered spending countless hours at the drugstore, spinning the carousel rack to peruse the new releases for the week.
Allison jutted her chin at the man who stood behind the counter, wearing a shirt that advertised the fact that Han shot first. His bright auburn hair stuck up wildly in all directions as if he hadn’t drawn a comb through it in years. Freckles dotted the bridge of his nose, cheeks and forehead as a testament to his Irish heritage.
“Hey, Tony.”
“Missed you last week, Al.”
“I’ve been working on an important client’s computer network. You should check out Perfect Shot the next time you need a heavy-duty buzz.” Patrick met her gaze. Her eyes sparkled as she winked before turning back to the clerk. “Have my haul for the past few weeks?”
As they continued to discuss recent arrivals, he wandered over to a case full of collectibles. He hadn’t missed the way the cashier shortened Allison’s name despite the fact she stood there in clothing that accentuated her hourglass shape. Dressed this way, and despite those shabby sneakers she wore with everything, she was unmistakably female. The man’s attitude gave him some insight on what she’d meant about being counted as one of the guys.
/> He suspected whenever she was normally here, the males were more interested in their hideously ill-proportioned cartoon women than by the living, breathing female standing right before them. They had assimilated her as one of their own with utter disregard for her feelings. While it was good for him, it was bad for her. He suspected she didn’t believe she was worth more.
He wanted to protect her from that kind of attitude.
The cashier slid a plain brown paper bag across the counter to Allison. She pulled it into her arms with a smile. “Thanks, I’ll stick what I don’t want back up on the shelf.” She gestured for Patrick to follow her.
She led him through a curtained archway that opened to another room. Even more comic books were tucked into plastic sleeves and filed in neat rows of tall, narrow boxes. The stale aroma of aging paper was even more prevalent here. He immediately decided this store was the equivalent of a geek Mecca.
He watched, enthralled, as she set the bag down on a high table and slid a stack of thin glossy comic books out of the bag. Each issue was handled delicately, as if it was a precious object that needed to be held with care. He didn’t see anything in the hoard of books he recognized, but since he hadn’t seen or touched a comic book since childhood, he didn’t find that especially surprising.
He wanted to ask her about her attraction to each when his gaze fell on her face. The words caught in his throat as he became struck speechless by the sheer joy in her expression. Her chocolate-colored eyes were bright and a touch of pink darkened her cheeks.
She’d looked the very same way last night when he’d brought her screaming over the edge. He watched in fascination as she carefully scanned each book while she held it with her fingertips. This was so much more than a hobby for her. This was a very serious and unshakable passion.