Wild Fury_Fury Security

by Lindsay Cross

  Cole pushed back in just as tenderly as he pulled out, pumping his fingers inside her with a rhythm to match. The sensation of being dually penetrated had her gasping, arching, squirming on the bed. “Cole!”

  “Easy, easy baby. Let me.”

  “I don’t need easy, dammit!”

  She heard Cole’s sharp indrawn breath and then the air around them shifted and crackled. His fingers left her pussy and she whimpered from the loss, but then she felt the tight grip of his hands on her hips a second before he thrust into her rear so deeply she screamed. Over and over he drove into her, deeper and deeper. The burning pleasure built with such passion it bordered on pain. Her entire being was on overload. With each mind-numbing thrust, Cole drove her closer to orgasm.

  Then his fingers were back on her nub, as if he knew what she needed to push her over the edge. Soaring and shattering at once, she barely registered the screams filling the air as hers. Barely felt the sweet sensation of Cole thrusting into her one final time and letting out his own roar of pleasure. His hot liquid filled her as he clutched her with an almost bruising grip.

  She didn’t know how much time passed before Cole collapsed onto his side, pulling her over with him. He was still embedded deep inside her, but she didn’t want him to leave her. She never wanted him to leave.

  He snaked one arm around her waist and draped the other over her chest, anchoring her to him. He snuggled her neck, and she shivered, her sensitive skin responding as if he’d trailed his lips down her neck. The aftershocks of her orgasm made her core clench and she was amazed that Cole was still hard inside her.

  He chuckled. “You better stop doing that, or I’m going to take you again.”

  Tomi felt her lips curl into a satisfied smile. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

  His length flexed, stretching her sensitive insides. “You need time to recover.”

  Her tender backside told her he was right, but the molten heat licking up her core demanded more. She wiggled, on purpose this time, knowing it would drive him mad.

  “Tomi…” He gasped and grabbed her hip. “I’m not joking. You need a break.”

  “I need you,” she said into the darkness and the truth of her words hit her like a building collapsing on top of her. She did need him. The truth of it left her shaken.

  His hips tilted and he wrapped his arm over her chest, pulling her down firmly on his length. “God, Tomi, I need you so much.”

  His vulnerable tone had her craning her head around to look into his dark, heavy-lidded eyes. Cole leaned down and kissed her lips so tenderly Tomi’s throat closed up. The emotions he made her feel were almost violent.

  She knew from experience there was no getting Cole out of her system. She’d tried, hadn’t she? Years ago, she’d run like a frightened girl from the crushing feelings he’d elicited in her. To love someone this much wasn’t scary—it was terrifying.

  But now, she had a hard time holding on to that fear. He’d driven all the energy out of her, stripped her down bare and laid her out for his taking.

  And she loved his sensual dominance.

  Her heart squeezed and then seemed to blossom in her chest. Not sure what to think, Tomi rolled with the feelings and wrapped her arm around his neck, drawing him down for a deep kiss. When he lifted his head, a look of fierce possession filled his features.

  She belonged to him. She always had.

  18

  She’d showered and shaved, and then she’d dressed in the scandalous deep purple corset and thigh highs Cole had left out for her on the bed. He’d even provided black stilettos, which she carefully buckled on her feet, her hands trembling the entire time.

  Something had shifted in him last night, but she wasn’t sure what. All she knew was that she was both frightened and excited at the same time. This morning, he’d all but growled at her to get her ass in the shower and wait for him in the bedroom.

  So here she sat, perched on the edge of the bed, waiting to see precisely what Cole Fury had in store. The anticipation made her restless, and after a few moments of silence, she got up and paced the room. He’d asked her to give him three days, and today was the third. Was this some kind of sendoff? Did she want to leave him?

  Hell, no.

  But she was so close to losing her heart to him all over again… If it didn’t work out this time, she didn’t think she’d ever get over the pain. What would she do if…no, when…he left on another tour? Would she be able to handle it this time?

  Tomi shook her head, trying to rid herself of the dark thought.

  “I don’t think I’ll forget this for the rest of my life,” Cole’s deep voice made her freeze. He stood in the doorway, filling it up as if he owned it.

  Tomi rounded on him, not liking the fact he’d snuck up on her and caught her unaware. “Forget what?”

  He grinned at her, a heart-melting, butterflies-in-her-stomach, impossibly handsome grin.

  “I thought purple was your favorite color.” He cocked a black brow.

  Her irritation vanished, and she propped a hand on her hip. “I never envisioned myself wearing it in quite this way.”

  “That’s a shame.” The appreciation in his gaze started a slow burn on her insides.

  “Do you want to tell me what all this is about?” She gestured to her outfit and waited, trying her best to exude an air of confidence when she felt anything but.

  Cole’s amused demeanor changed; his smile flattened in a way that made her want to cross the room and cup his cheek in comfort. But she could no more make her legs work now than she could if she were a puppet. His look pinned her in place. Just like always, he’d taken all of her bearings and flipped them upside down. And he hadn’t even said a word yet…

  “I’ve been avoiding this, and I shouldn’t have. It’s been a disservice to us both. But I’m honest enough to admit to you, Tomi, that I was afraid.”

  “Afraid?”

  “Yes, I was—I am afraid of losing you.”

  The raw honesty in his voice stole her breath. “I am, too,” she began.

  Cole held up a hand, and she immediately stopped talking.

  “Do you remember the conversations we used to have?”

  Tomi’s heart stopped in her chest. For a nanosecond, she thought about pretending she didn’t understand what he was asking, but she couldn’t disrespect Cole like that, not when he’d been so upfront with her. Her voice trembling, she said, “Yes.”

  “Do you still feel the same way?”

  He wasn’t asking her about her young, innocent declarations of love for him. She knew exactly what he wanted to know. Did she still fantasize about giving up control?

  Her pulse throbbed in her ears, but she held her chin high, knowing this might be the last chance she had to experience everything she’d been searching for over the past decade. “Yes, I do.”

  Cole didn’t speak, but his demeanor shifted. He straightened from his casual pose, more alert. His nostrils flared, and his lips parted. “I need you to clarify.”

  It’s now or never, Tomi.

  Drawing on every bit of inner strength she had, she crossed to him, coming to a stop when her toes were just inches from his. She had to tilt her head back to look at him, already feeling surrounded by his tremendous presence. “I’ve searched for someone to replace you. Someone who knows what I need, a man who can read me and understand me without being told what I’m feeling.” Tomi sucked in a breath, fear holding her hostage.

  Cole looked at her darkly. “And did you find him?”

  “No one could replace you,” she admitted quietly. “No one could ever replace you.”

  19

  Tomi’s honest admission shook him to his core. He’d been prepared to wage war for her, to do anything and everything he had to do to make her see that she needed him. But her open, raw admission had left him speechless. By her own words, she’d been floundering these past several years…both of them had been. His mind raced for an answer—why had she left? Had she
actually feared his dominance, only to later realize her mistake? But Tomi had always seemed mature beyond her years. The questions whirled inside of him, dizzying, but damned if he was going to risk shattering the current between them by questioning her motives.

  Instead, he held out his hand.

  After a second’s hesitation, Tomi took it.

  “I have something special planned for you,” he began. “It’s something I’ve thought about ever since you mentioned it the first time.”

  She looked at him questioningly.

  “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

  “Okay.” Her response was slow and breathy.

  Cole gathered her into his arms and took her lips with a fierce and passionate kiss. “Tomi, today’s all about you. It’s about your pleasure. This is my gift to you.”

  Forcing himself to release her, he turned and strode from the room, doing his best to contain his raw emotions. If she were the woman he believed her to be, she would follow. The few feet down the hall felt like miles, but he didn’t look back, not once. He stopped at the door to the next bedroom and opened it. Then he stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched her approach. She was coming. Thank God, she was coming.

  She looked scared and aroused all at the same time. It was a glorious sight. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and carry her back to the other bed and make love to her until they both couldn’t breathe, but that wasn’t what she needed by her own admission. He sensed her craving for dominance and he intended to give her everything she’d ever desired.

  She stopped at the edge of the door and stared up at him. He made her wait, letting the excitement build inside him.

  “When we enter that room, you no longer belong to yourself. You are allowed to either look at me or look at the floor. You may address me by my name only. Is that understood?”

  Like he’d whipped her, she jerked, her petite frame visibly trembling. Her light blue eyes darkened with arousal.

  His desire for her grew. “If you are not okay with anything I ask, you will tell me immediately, without fear of reprisal. I will never do anything to physically or emotionally scare you. My every intention is to give you unbelievable pleasure. If this is what you want, go into the room and kneel in the center.”

  Her eyes widened with every word. Fear licked at him—would she walk away?—but if they were going to have a meaningful relationship, she had to know exactly what he wanted. He wouldn’t lie to her, not about this.

  She stood there so long, he almost said something.

  Almost.

  Tomi turned and slowly walked into the room, eyes down. Then she knelt down, as instructed, and waited at his pleasure.

  Cole fought the groan of relief. He lifted his hands and stared, shocked by the light trembling he saw there. He’d laid all his cards on the table, totally unsure if she’d trump his hand or fold. “Gorgeous.”

  With renewed determination, he pulled off his T-shirt, threw it on the floor, and stalked into the room, allowing his true nature to take control. He was already hard for her. But no matter how badly he longed to sink back inside her, he had to start by breaking down her defenses.

  That she knelt so beautifully was further proof of the experimentation she’d done in his absence. And even though that thought made his guts churn with jealousy, he was still thankful for her willingness to trust him. Of all the insane suicide missions he’d taken on his life, tonight was the most frightening. Tonight, he didn’t risk his life, he risked his very soul.

  He wouldn’t ask her about limits, but he had no intention of using any tools to actually physically harm her. Not that he would tell her that. A little bit of fear in a submissive was always satisfying.

  Cole began to walk around her, slowly pacing in a circle, studying every angle of her body. She didn’t stiffen in the least. Instead, she panted, her shoulders relaxed, as if his presence fed her need for him.

  Cole thrilled in the knowledge that Tomi was the natural submissive he’d always suspected. He released the last threads of worry and fully embraced his dominance. Tonight, he was going to give her the exact fantasy she’d spelled out to him a decade ago.

  He watched the pulse at the base of her neck bounce in response. It was time to stop playing nice and give her what she craved. “Stand up,” he barked.

  She jumped to her feet, keeping her eyes pinned on him.

  Cole stroked his chin, “Very responsive. I like that. See if you can maintain your obedience. Turn around. Hold your hands straight up over your head.”

  Immediately, she followed his command, thrusting her slender arms straight up. Cole took his time getting close, letting her feel his presence. When his chest brushed hers, he reached overhead and pulled down the chain he’d attached to a D-ring in the ceiling. She looked up and trembled.

  “Are you scared of me?”

  “No, Cole.” Hearing his name slip from her mouth in that reverent tone took his lust to an entirely new level. Damn, he had to focus here.

  “You know I will never hurt you.” He trailed his hands up her arms, one by one, threaded his fingers through hers, and held her prisoner as he shackled her into the cuffs. When he was done, he didn’t step back to give her breathing room. He bent over her, taking all of her free space.

  Tomi looked over her shoulder and directly into his gaze, her arousal and anxiety shining through with such open honesty. “Give yourself to me, Tomi.”

  She shuddered out a breath, her trembling passing straight through him. “I am.”

  “I want more than your body.” He ran his hands up her arms and back down, warming up her flesh. “I want your complete submission. I want your mind. I want your soul. I want you to give them willingly.”

  Every muscle in her body went taut, fighting what he asked. Cole kept his voice as smooth and gentle as his hands on her skin.

  Tomi gasped, arching into his embrace. “Your skin is so soft,” he said. “You’re like satin; I can’t stop touching you.” He reached around her, cupping her ample breasts through her corset. Damn thing was hot as hell on her, but he yearned for skin on skin contact. Plus, stripping her bare was a physical representation of stripping her guard. Only when she truly gave him her submission could he show her the joy of the power exchange.

  His hands smoothed down her waist and dipped between her bare legs, skimming over her sweet nub before he brought them back up to her chest.

  He forced his hands down and took a step away, surveying his prize. Tomi was outwardly panting, her chest rising and falling with rapid movements as she looked at him. Part of him wanted to just take her—no preliminaries, no nothing—but that wasn’t what she needed. And he was honest enough with himself to admit it wasn’t what he needed either. Drawing on his willpower, Cole walked behind her and pulled open the drawer in the nightstand. His brothers had done exactly as he’d asked, placing a blindfold right on top. Cole retrieved it and went back to her, holding it out of her sight as his arms wrapped around her, holding her against his chest to let her feel his body. Then he held the material up so she could see it. “Are you ready?”

  Her breaths were ragged. “I—I want to see you.”

  He closed his eyes in pleasure, squeezing her tight to communicate his response. “Trust me.”

  She nodded and he tied the black satin material over her eyes. Bound and blindfolded this way, she had to rely on him entirely. Her other senses would heighten. Her pleasure would soar. Once he was done, he paced away from her, studying her as he did so. He’d never put this much thought or effort into another woman before, but Tomi was the one. She was his only one. He was putting everything he had on the line tonight. He had to make her see how much he loved her.

  With renewed determination, Cole came to stand directly in front of her. He pinched the black satin seam lacing up her corset between his thumb and finger, and tugged. The tight material loosened enough for what he had planned.

  Without waiting,
Cole dipped his fingers into her top and pulled her full, supple breasts free. Tomi gasped.

  Cole smiled in anticipation. Without touching her anywhere else, he lowered his head and drew her nipple between his lips.

  Tomi cried out and arched.

  She jerked and her chains clanked in response. “Cole.” Her breathy gasp drove him onward. He drew her other breast into his mouth, sucking hard this time, wanting to give her that small bite of pain.

  It wasn’t enough, so he stood to his full height, grabbed the edges of her corset and jerked. The smooth strands of the string slid free and he tossed the garment away, leaving her only in the black thigh highs and heels. With her hands bound overhead, her long blonde hair curling around her shoulders, she looked like a pagan sacrifice served up just for him. Cole stepped close enough to lift her chin, then lowered his lips to hers. Tomi’s breath caught and then she leaned toward him. It was a small shift, but Cole felt it—he felt her begin to give in.

  “Do you remember that fantasy you told me about?” Cole stalked around her, watching her every minute reaction. And then he came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to surround her with him so that he was all she felt or knew.

  “Hmmmm?”

  Unable to resist the temptation, his hands reached up to cup her naked breasts, squeezing and molding them. “We were in my bed, talking about our dreams and fantasies.”

  Every muscle in her sweet little body went tight, and he was sure she was fighting the urge to shiver.

  “Do you remember?”

  “Cole, I—”

  His fingers covered her lips. “No lies. I will not tolerate any dishonesty between us.”

  When he felt her nod, he moved his hand to cup her chin and took her lips hard. “Tell me your fantasy.”

  “That was so long ago, how can you possibly remember?”

  “I remember everything about you, baby girl. I remember how sweetly you screamed when I gave you your first orgasm. I remember how beautiful your mouth felt on mine. I remember you telling me you could never love another man as much as you loved me.”