Her nails scraped over his shoulders as she anchored against this storm, ripped from her moorings by shattering desire. With a hard, soul-ripping burst, her pussy tightened over his cock. She groaned as the orgasm splintered and throbbed, shaking her from the inside out. Her soft, whimpering cry echoed in the room.
Zane’s grip tightened on her waist as he drew her up and down, assisting her ride with fiery strokes deep between her legs. With a last plowing thrust, he slammed her down on his cock and burst.
His head went back. “God, yes!”
His cock poured jets of hot cum. His body shivered, his moans throaty.
When he finished coming he kept her seated on his cock, his arms looped around her waist, his face buried in her throat while he caught his breath. “Shit. That was fucking fantastic.”
Satisfaction rang in his voice and she smiled as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You can say that again.”
“That was fucking fantastic.”
She laughed. A light buzzing and pleasant dizziness filled her head. Who needed the future with uncertainties and dangers when right now felt so wonderful? “What now?”
He looked at his watch, then nuzzled her neck. “I hate to say it, but we better move out to the other rooms. We’re running out of time. Haan could be back any second.”
“I’m surprised his cronies aren’t around to keep an eye on us.”
“Yeah, Douglas isn’t around anywhere that I can tell.”
As they cleaned up and she removed the anal plug, she marveled at the pleasure she’d received from it. When she dressed Keira wondered what new things the night might still bring. Zane looked confident as hell, as usual.
When they left the weight room they took the sex toys with them. They may want them later. A secret smile touched her mouth as they approached the kitchen and dining areas. Zane stopped her in the hallway and backed her up against the wall.
She laughed as he slipped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. “The dining room, kitchen and living room all have hidden cameras. We can’t search these rooms without disabling the cameras and that’ll take too much time.”
She whispered back in his ear, “What do we do, then?”
“Move onto easier territory for now. The hallways upstairs have cameras. We could test the doors to see if we can search any of the bedrooms. We’ll need to act ridiculous. You know, drunk and disorderly. Play it up when we go up there so that getting into the other bedrooms doesn’t seem odd. Then we better check out the basement. Even if there are cameras in there we may have to flirt, fool around just to keep it authentic.”
She nodded and a flashed back to the hot tub in the conservatory. A wicked idea came to mind. “I know we’re in a hurry, but that hot tub in the conservatory sounds like a nice place to wind down when this is all finished. I mean, if we don’t find what we’re looking for.”
He nodded. “We are going to find what we’re looking for. We don’t have a choice.”
She wanted to believe it, but as they wandered upstairs, she wondered. Perhaps Haan didn’t keep La Pasion here. Or maybe the man didn’t have them in the first place. At the top of the stairs they paused.
Zane dipped her and she let out a shriek and a giggle. “Zane!”
As he drew her back up against him, his eyes held tangible warmth that stirred new desire and a headiness she wanted to last forever. “I love you.”
His gaze grew hot as he looked at her. Husky and filled with emotion, his voice sounded so sincere she drew in a ragged breath. Easy, girl. He’s just saying it for the cameras. Don’t hyperventilate.
She managed to say on a soft breath, “I love you.”
Oh shit. Oh God. Her sentiment felt too real. She couldn’t fall in love with him. She scarcely knew the man. Yet on some level she felt she knew him better than she’d known anyone before.
For a millisecond she saw his gaze flare, take on a deep, gut-level reaction to her words. She didn’t know whether to be frightened or gratified by what she saw there. She couldn’t know what he honestly felt for her, if anything.
Duty is what he feels, Keira. Don’t confuse the mission with reality.
He drew her down the hallway and they laughed and put on the best show they could.
They bumped into some of the doors and he said, “I want to fuck you in each and every room.” Hoarse and filled with lust, his voice spoke to ancient urges. “You want to be fucked in the ass? Strapped down on a table and have your pussy licked?”
A coil of heat spiraled in her belly at his blatant questions. She swallowed hard and answered. “Yes.”
After they discovered the other bedroom doors locked, they weaved back the way they’d come and down the stairs.
He winked at her. “Let’s check out the playroom downstairs.”
She knew he meant the basement, and she feared what they’d find.
When they took the winding stairs down to the basement, she noted the plush navy carpet and the beautiful fern green leather chairs and sectional seating. A bar resided in one corner, a pool table in the other. All of it looked normal until she glanced to one side and saw the intriguing contraption near one wall.
“Oh boy,” she said.
Zane tossed the sex toy bag on the bar. “Yeah.”
The table, about as tall as a pool table, boasted a thick cushion on it with interesting modifications. A hole was cut out for an individual’s ass to rest through. She guessed the hole had something to do with sex toy usage. At the arms and legs, straps and cuffs could be used to hold someone down. Zane opened a drawer in the side of the table and found another set of sex toys, including a vibrating butt plug and dildo.
“Interested?” He glanced around the room. She knew he scoped the area, hoping to find evidence of La Pasion.
“Yes.”
The word popped out of her because she couldn’t formulate a reasonable objection. Sure, she could claim all the sex made her sore. Maybe, just maybe the idea of making it on this table appealed to her in a wicked, unimaginable way. Well, she’d better start visualizing, because it might happen any minute. She decided to strip right away, to ruin her inhibitions about bondage by dropping her clothes before she could think.
Zane winked as a wicked gleam entered his eyes. He worked swiftly to remove his clothes. He no sooner shucked his pants when she saw he sported another huge hard-on. Tingling built in her belly and pussy at the sight of his cock burgeoning with new desire. She wanted to lick it, touch it, caress it within her mouth and feel his semen spurting down her throat. The steady ache in her body said she wanted to ride him and ride him and ride him until she couldn’t take anymore.
The thought of strong cock pumping in her mouth spurred her to a new decision. “You get on the table.”
“What?”
“Trust me. You’re going to like this.”
He stared at her for a few seconds, unsure he’d heard her right. She wanted him to get up on that bondage table?
Why the fuck not?
Two of his old girlfriends had experimented with bondage, allowing him to tie them up, but he’d stopped the minute he realized they didn’t like it much. He’d never suggested to them that they could tie him up. Since then he’d been globetrotting too much to settle into a sexual relationship featuring something as intimate as allowing someone to tie you up.
“Well?” she said, her hands on her naked hips.
His gaze drank her in, appreciating curves. God, looking at her plump breasts and luscious curves made his heart race and his mouth went dry in anticipation. To hell with looking for La Pasion right away.
He needed this. “Hell, yes.”
He climbed up onto the table and she set to fastening the buckles at his wrists and ankles, accommodating the straps for his big wrists and height. A shiver rippled over his body, but not because of cold. He liked this way too much with this woman; he’d fucked her twice already just that evening and should have it out of his system.
Momentary pa
nic flared in his gut as she cinched the last buckle on his right ankle. Not because he believed she would hurt him, but because she might be hurt mentally and physically by what they’d experienced so far. Physically because this dangerous assignment wasn’t over. Mentally because he knew she didn’t trust easily and he felt she might now trust him.
Holy shit, Spinella. Are you a fuckin’ idiot?
He almost told her to release him then and there. He almost told her they couldn’t do this any longer; they should re-dress and continue this mission as if they hadn’t screwed each other’s brains out. They should pretend they hadn’t invested any emotional time or entanglements. More than that, one thing stood out in his mind and demanded he back out of this unethical relationship right now.
He couldn’t trust her. A woman with possible criminal ties.
Or could he?
On cue his erection started to fade.
Zane became more aware of the table under him. She’d positioned him so his ass filled the hole in the table, and he wondered with a jolt of lust if she planned to do anything about that convenient opening. He swung back and forth between wanting her to take him on the wildest sexual experienced of his life to yelling out for her to stop. After all, he always controlled situations, always knew which way to go…until this woman. Until she’d tied him down and planned to do who knows what.
Shit, shit, shit. I am the biggest idiot in the book. If she planned to skin him alive, stab him in the heart, or shoot him, she could do it and he would be a dead duck. Naked and bound, he felt his defenselessness. Like a seasoned pro she’d manipulated him toward this end where she could do whatever the hell she wanted.
Apparently oblivious to his angst, Keira reached for the new bag of sexy toys. She found the small bathroom close to the stairs. In an agony of indecision he waited. When she returned she’d washed a big butt plug and smeared lube on it. He almost told her to stop, but his mouth wouldn’t seem to work. Instead he felt his erection return full force, his balls tightening, his cock burgeoning.
Whether his brain liked it or not, his flesh responded to her, not as a human who could choose to kill him any second if she wished. He remembered the tight, wet feel of her pussy and the way her face flushed and her body writhed as he skewered her deep. He wanted more with a fierceness that brooked no refusal.
Seconds later she crawled under the table, and his body tightened.
Then he said the stupidest thing he’d said in a long, long time. “What are you doing?”
She sighed. “Wait and see.” Calm and unthreatening, her voice gave away nothing. “Um… I suppose I should have asked if you actually like your…if you…”
He helped her out, hearing the embarrassment crawling into her voice. “Yeah, I think I’m going to like it. A lot.”
“You think?” Her voice sounded muffled.
“Yeah. A woman’s never put a butt plug up my ass before. But my guess is it’s going to feel great.”
“Wow. And here I thought you were Mr. Experienced.”
Her awed exclamation made him smile, and right then he wondered if maybe things would be all right. If not, he’d pay for his idiocy with his life. “I’ve been around the block a few times.”
She laughed softly. “Spinella, you sound confident even when strapped to a table, helpless as a baby. Why does that not surprise me?”
It astounded the hell out of him. He shouldn’t be this confident, and yet part of him observed the kinky proceedings as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Just another fuckfest with his woman.
His woman.
Possessiveness swept over him, along with coils of deep longing. Whether he liked it or not, whether she meant to kill him in the end, he couldn’t think of her anymore as a criminal. She meant more. So damned much more.
He felt her tentative touch on his ass cheeks, and the warm, tender touches on his skin made his cock surge and lengthen. With an accuracy that surprised him she wedged the butt plug into his crack and located his anus. She probed tentatively. A surge of heated excitement lit in his belly as she pushed gently.
“Is it all right?” she asked, her voice unsure.
“More than all right. Give me more. Give me all of it.”
With a slow but steady pressure she inched the plug up his ass. He gasped as pleasure rippled over his body and his cock hardened even more. Jesus, God, yes. That was good.
“All right?”
“All right? It’s fuckin’ incredible.”
With a final nudge she inserted the plug all the way, the flared base snuggling between his ass cheeks. He clenched on the instrument of torture, ready for whatever she did next. With a groan he savored the feeling of the plug, wanting her to bounce on his cock until he shot Keira full of cum. Now that would be the ultimate.
Strapped to a table, completely at this incredible woman’s mercy turned him on more than any sexual experience he could think of before. Not even their two previous encounters tonight made him so hard, so ready to fuck like a madman.
An epiphany overcame him as she crawled out from under the table. He liked losing it during sex, just as he had in the tent and just as he had when he’d taken her against the wall. He’d loved keeping the fuck going at his pace, until he couldn’t take the way her hot, wet pussy had flexed over his aching cock. Then he’d lost it, pounding into her like a madman.
Before he could think more about it, she took a feather from the assortment of toys. Then she acquired a shit-eating grin that said it all. He’d tortured her on more than one occasion, now she would take revenge. He swallowed hard.
“What are you going to do with that?” Zane asked.
A wicked, unrepentant grin touched her mouth. “Oh, just you wait and see.”
As she crawled up onto the table and straddled his waist, her moist pussy nuzzled his belly. He groaned at little. It felt way too good. He could smell the sex on her and drew the scent inside him.
A pagan goddess. That’s what she looked like. Her hair a bit mussed, her eyes golden with fire and passion, her full lips parted, she showed female power in high form. Nothing would hold her back from possessing him in every way.
Giving over to the realization made his cock harden almost painfully, his balls drawn tight. He wanted her so much. He couldn’t imagine doing this or being anywhere else than with her right now.
He must be a fuckin’ crazy man, but he didn’t care.
The feather flicked over his right ear, sending a tingling into his stomach and straight to his groin. He moaned softly. His breathing accelerated, his heart rekindling a quick beat. Again the feather moved, but this time over his left ear. More tingles darted into his stomach. She worshiped his body with the instrument of torture, first drawing the feather down his neck, then over his pectoral muscles. He couldn’t keep back the gasp and the way his muscles tightened as she teased with soft touches. As she tracked the torture device over his pecs and swirled small circles over his nipples, he gritted his teeth against another gut-wrenching moan.
Keira snaked the feather around his chest muscles, then scooted back so she could tantalize his stomach. He drew in a sharp breath as her butt touched his cock.
“You know,” he said, “You could rise up a little and slide down on me for a ride.”
She grinned, the warmth in her eyes full of teasing. “No way. You’re not getting off that easily.” She laid the feather on his chest and then leaned forward to press a smacking kiss on his mouth. “You’re going to pay.”
“For what?”
“For driving me insane since the first day I met you.”
She made good on her threat. With attention to detail, she painted his body like a canvas expressing her desire. Long strokes caressed his cheeks, his lips, his pecs until his nipples stood pin-hard and needing the firmer touch of lips and hands. As her buttocks touched his cock again, he allowed his gaze to travel across her porcelain perfection. With earrings and necklace and wedding ring sparkling and the rest of her body bare
for inspection, she symbolized a glorious fantasy. A woman this uninhibited, willing to try something new. Stubborn, yes. Amazing and tough and willing to go the extra mile. Yes, he’d give her all that and more.
Keira moved down to his legs, drawing the feather along his calves, then back up until she reached his thighs. With long, languid strokes she teased his inner thighs, so close to his balls and cock that his arousal tightened and throbbed with a combination of heady pleasure and ready-to-burst agony. She leaned over and pressed sultry kisses along his upper thighs until he twitched and gasped. Each soft contact made him want her that much more, to taste and lick and pleasure her as much as she did him.
She’d pay for this crazy-making sex. He’d see to it once he got out of these restraints.
Her eyes turned darker, a potent brandy as she eyed him with clear need. Oh, yeah. It felt good to be wanted like this. She licked his cock from base to tip. His cock jumped, as a jolt of excitement caused him to arch his hips. The feather moved, this time over his balls and up his length.
“Damn it,” he said around a gasp of excitement. “That tickles.”
She looked startled, then a smile covered her lush lips. She tossed the feather away. “Well, this won’t.”
She took him in her mouth, plunging down his length with a swift movement that encompassed him down to the balls. He couldn’t hold back his verbal response. “Oh shit, yes.”
As her tongue flirted with Zane’s skin, licking and caressing his length, he felt the burn rise. His balls throbbed and as if she knew what he needed, she curled her small, delicately boned hand around the base of his cock. With satisfying strokes she milked him with lips and tongue, her grip on his cock firm. Swiftly and with a rhythm that curled his toes, she repeated the move with relentless fervor, her right hand pumping him from base to tip as she sucked him.
Hot and wet, her tongue and lips threatened to throw Zane off the edge. Lightning streaks of desire shook his body like a small earthquake. He lifted his head and watched her devour him with a frankness and enjoyment he couldn’t recall experiencing. When she gently scraped her teeth over him once, he jerked and moaned.
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