by Jillian Neal
Another tremor worked through her as the whip of leather slipped through the loops of his trousers. He picked up speed, unbuttoning his shirt. It hung open, revealing his intricate tat work and sculpted physique that would’ve made Adonis envious. Declan St. James in an open-suit — she’d never seen anything more tantalizing.
A moment later, he’d rid himself of any clothing at all.
He held out his hand to her, a sinful invitation she would never deny. Ordering her hands to stop shaking, she placed her fingers in his palm and stood off the bed. He jerked her forward and dipped her back in time to the music. Her body rolled towards his and his hand slid down the slight straps of her panties, kneading her ass while he worked her body in rhythm to the drumbeats.
Giving herself over to him, she ground against him, his erection burning like a hot brand against her abdomen. Her nipples pressed insistently against his chest as he rocked her to the music that she swore welled through their souls.
“I’m about to take everything I’ve wanted since the first time I had you. Say that’s what you want,” were the first words he spoke.
“It’s what I want.” Lost and seeking, confused and frantic, she clung to the only anchor she’d ever wanted. He danced them towards the wall by the door. The music changed. Something by Satan’s Circus, she thought, but Holly couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t make out any lyrics. She could do nothing but give herself over to him.
He braced her against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. She clung to his shoulders. “When I tell you to do something, you say yes sir. Understand?”
An explosion of nerves careened throughout her. “Yes, sir.”
“Pull your panties to the side.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ve got you. Let go of my neck and put your fingers in my mouth.”
Again she complied. He sucked her index and middle finger until they wet enough for his purposes. “Touch yourself.”
Scaling her hand between their bodies, she located her clit and hastily ran her fingers across it.
“Slow-ly,” he growled.
“Yes, sir.” Reaching lower, adding her own dew to his saliva, she slowed, this time watching him as she obeyed. Her body reacted to the caress, a back and forth mix of tension and relief.
A storm of fire resided deep in his darkened eyes. “Good girl. Get them nice and juicy then feed me.”
“Oh my God.”
“What do you say when I give you an order?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s right, honey, but when I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to speak.”
When her fingertips were wet with her own cream, she brought them back to his lips. His eyes closed as he licked and sucked. A low moan vibrated from deep in his chest. Managing her with one arm for just a moment, he grasped his cock and pressed inside of her. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”
He pulled back and stabbed into her again. She gasped from the sensation of being so empty to being so full. Another pass and her body gave compliance. He rode her harder now, losing himself in her.
Frantic thrusts punctuated by rhythmic percussive beats she could barely make out through their gasps of breath. Her legs shook. He roared his approval.
“You don’t come until I say. You understand me?”
A desperate moan preceded her responding, “Yes, sir.”
His piercing taunted her resolve. She couldn’t stop it. She cinched around him. His eyes flashed dangerously. “Not yet.”
“Please,” she whimpered as he continued to pound. Agonizing pleasure throbbed throughout her body. He gathered the slight lace of her panties and tore them from their delicate stitches. The rip of the tearing fabric and the pull of her skin stole the incoming climax. “I said not yet.” On his next withdrawal, the panties slipped from between them to the floor.
Dear God. She’d never been more turned on. This was what she’d wanted from him for so long. Finally, he wasn’t holding back with her. A wispy cry of need raced from her lips. His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded into her fast and furious.
Her head fell back and she gave herself over to the ride of her life. Faster. Harder.
“It’s coming, isn’t it, love? Coming so hard and fast I can feel it. Can’t stop it, can you, baby? Now, say please, Dec.”
“Please, Dec.”
“Again.”
“Please, please.”
“Good girl. I love hearing you beg for it.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
“When you go take me with you.”
Certain she was careening out of control, unable to recognize her own wanton screams, she felt the orgasm rip through her. Her legs cinched tightly around his waist. Her body shook violently. The ripples of her climax did indeed draw his release from deep within his body.
A thunderous roar tore from Dec as he arched his back and slammed inside of her once, twice, and then he somehow managed to cradle her limp body to his and carry her to the bed.
They remained connected as he held her, still wrapped around him with her head on his shoulder. “I’m not finished, sweetheart. I hope you’re ready for more.”
Nothing in his tone or demeanor said he was joking. Holly took inventory of her body. She felt weak with satisfaction and was still unable to move, utterly boneless. In fact, the only firm and unmovable thing currently in her body was his rapidly stiffening cock. Damn, he really was a stud. She made a soft sigh, but gave him no other response.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby doll, you don’t have to do a thing. You just lay there and take it.”
“That I can do.”
“Good.” He brushed kisses in her hair and on the tip of her nose when she finally lifted her head. “I’ll never get enough, sweetheart, and there’s so much more I want to take.”
“Anything. Take it. Take me.” Coming back to reality slowly as Dec gently laid her on her stomach in his bed Holly finally recognized Closer by Kings of Leon pumping through the speakers now.
Exhaustion tugged at her eyelids. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes while Dec went to get something from his closet. When he returned with three silk neckties, she was suddenly wide awake.
That wicked grin had returned to his gorgeous face. His eyes still held dark flames of craving want. Thoughts of him having his way with her sent her to another dimension entirely. She existed in a state of expectation and desire. “Have to make sure you don’t move and let me take care of everything.”
Something between a moan and a gasp lodged in the back of Holly’s throat. Her pulse sped ten times faster than the song. Seeming to understand, Dec lifted her right hand and brushed a kiss at the pulse point on her wrist. “I want you bound for me, Holly. Vulnerable only to me. At my mercy. But if you don’t want this just say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll make it all go away.”
“I do.” The words took wing from the hive of nerves buzzing in her stomach. She did want this. She wanted all of this with him. “I want this, too.”
The cool silk tie slipped along her wrist and with a few quick looped knots, her right hand was supported on a pillow and secured to his headboard. A minute later, her left was bound as well.
A spike of thrill zipped down her spine. She gave a slight tug and found herself without much leeway. Her thighs still quivered from their first session.
“Just relax, darling. I’m going to take good care of you.”
Slipping into bed beside her, he lifted her chin and brushed a kiss on her lips. She could taste the reckless possession on his tongue. “Let me have this, baby. Let me free the desires in your soul. I know they’re there. I know what you need to lose to control. Let me take you places you’ve only ever gone in your most forbidden fantasies. Let me show you, honey, let me take them from you. Let me make them come true.”
She managed a single nod. Watching as he lifted the final tie. Holly closed her eyes as he gently fitted the silk tie over them. “A blindfold is never meant to
be a barrier, baby. I’m not taking anything away from you. I’m right here, and the only things I will be taking are every orgasm I’m about to give you. My hands will be on you constantly. If you want me to stop, just say the word. The blindfold is a gateway to your other senses. You’ll feel every touch, hear every breath, experience every sensation deeper.”
“Yes,” Holly’s breathless gasp bolted through Dec as he secured the tie with a soft square knot. Gently he guided her hips up off of the mattress and eased two pillows beneath her stomach.
Keeping his hands on her fevered skin just as he’d promised, he allowed himself to take her all in. His cock throbbed, just as appreciative of the sight as his voracious eyes.
Her delectable, feminine ass, plump and perfect on display. Her head down, her arms bound, her body a feast of beauty and innocence. Innocence was the one other thing he knew he was taking from her, but he would protect that, protect her, until his dying day. She was his.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He ran his hands up her sides making her tense. His fingers tenderly parted her hair as he accessed the nape of her neck with his lips. Chill bumps charged across her shoulders. “Just relax. Let yourself enjoy this.”
Kissing a trail of sweet fire from her tender neck down her spine, he worshiped her thoroughly. When he spun his tongue in the hollow at her tailbone, a needy moan joined the melody of the music. “Like that, baby? Sensitive isn’t it. I want to know every square inch of your beautiful skin. I want to taste all of you.” He dropped kisses lower on his path to her perineum and there he began his unrelenting devastation.
“Dec,” she groaned.
“I’m right here. Spread your legs just a little more for me.” She obeyed readily. Keeping one hand on her ass, he gripped the base of his cock to tamp down the rampant need to unload all over her. He’d just filled her full up against a wall, but he was just as desperate as he’d been before. She was his every need. The sweetest addiction. He would never be satisfied.
Her body quaked as he centered in on that tender patch of skin between her ass and pussy. She writhed as best as she was able. He continued his taunting until she was begging to be freed. Not yet. Continuing his path, he left hickeys on the sensitive skin where her thighs joined her ass. “All mine.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Please, please take me.”
“No need to rush. I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.”
She thrust frantically against the pillows, desperate for relief. “Keep doing that, baby, and I’ll paddle that sexy little ass again. You come when I say. Be a good girl for me.”
Her desperate cry surged a jolt of fresh lust from his cock to his limbs. If he was going to set her free, freer than she’d ever been, he had to remain in control. He continued his rash of kisses down her thighs and calves.
The slight whiskers of his five-o’clock shadow caressed the sensitive arch of her foot as he kissed her heels. Another shiver shook through her. Chuckling, he peppered another few kisses on her adorable feet. “Ticklish, sweetheart? Have to remember that. Also means you’ll probably like this.” Steadying her, he lifted her right foot and let her adjust to the new position before he suckled her two tiniest toes.
“Oh. Yes.”
Pleasure darted constantly to his cock. He treaded a strained thread of tension. He had to have her.
“I’m about to show you what it’s like to be fucked by a man on fire for you. I hope you’re ready, honey.”
“Yes. Please, Dec. I can’t take any more.”
“But you can, sweetheart. You can take it all for me.” He tracked his mouth and hands back up her body. Positioning his groin at her face, he gripped his cock. “Lick,” he commanded as he braced her cheek and guided her mouth to his strain.
She consumed readily, hungry for it. “Now suck.”
“Yes.” Her hot breath whispered over his sack as she drew him in. He was going to lose it all. Easing his cock out of her mouth, he gasped for breath. His mind scrambled, unable to think of anything but burying himself inside of her.
“Tell me where you want my next mark. I want everyone to know who you belong to.” Just because they couldn’t didn’t mean that wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t about their reality. This was about their fantasies.
She writhed again. The bed creaked and shook under the force of her need tugging against the makeshift tie-ups.
“Tell me or I’ll choose for you.”
“My neck. God, it feels so good.”
“It does feel good, doesn’t it? Right here.” He licked and sucked the back of her neck in that vulnerable spot where it met her shoulder and watched the tiny hairs stand in ovation. He punished with his teeth and then forgave with his tongue until he’d marked her thoroughly.
Unable to draw it out much longer, he raced his hands down her back and pressed his fingers through her soaking wet tissues, drawing a wanton scream from his cowgirl.
“That’s it. Let me hear you scream. You’re gonna scream on my cock after this.”
Unintelligible moans were her only response as he primed her thoroughly. They spiked his blood. Too far gone to have ever managed gentle, he gave her the brutal pressure she required.
“Be a good girl and say please, baby. Say please, and I’ll let you come on my fingers.”
“Please,” avulsed from her in a keening plea.
“Come.” His every fantasy perfected, she shattered at his command. Rabid anticipation thundered in his blood.
Behind her in a second flat, he gave her no time to regain her breath. She gasped in a ragged shudder as he jerked her back over his cock, impaling her, taking every centimeter of the tight space and owning it. He rode the tide of her orgasm in waves of excruciating pleasure watching the sun and moon of her tattoo blend together with his every thrust.
The rhythm of the music he’d selected just for this worked through him. He thrust shallow, full, shallow, full to the steady beat of Feel Like Makin’ Love by Bad Company, the perfect rhythm for her, he knew. If there had ever been any doubt as to whether or not she was put on this earth to be his, the song had been recorded at Wembley.
Reaching up her body, he gently loosed the blindfold and eased it off her face. It only took her a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the room lit by the moonlight. “Look in the mirror and watch me, honey. Watch my cock fill up your greedy little snatch.”
Again she obeyed, turning back to watch as her body shook. He pistoned his hips faster and harder. His own climax barreling through him. He fought. His jaw clenched tightly. Not yet.
“Dec, please, please let me come.” Agony perforated her plea.
“That’s a good girl. Asks me to let her come.” He chased his breath. Every silky ripple of her pussy rendered him mindless.
“Please,” she begged.
“You say my name when I let you have it. Scream it for me.”
“Yes, sir,” another whimpered moan and he was done for.
“Come, baby. Come hard on my cock.”
She shattered with the guttural cry of his name, and he caught himself on his hands, landing on either side of her shoulders as he lost it all deep inside the only thing he would ever need in this lifetime or the next.
Regaining his breath slowly, Dec managed to pull the slip knots on the ties loose. “Careful, love. Might be a little stiff for a few minutes.” Massaging her wrists, he cradled her on his chest trying to ease any strain.
Her contented sigh completed the perfection of what they’d just shared. Chuckling, he painted her shoulders and cheeks with tender kisses. She was stunningly beautiful and so damn sweet. “You gonna talk to me or do I only get sighs?”
“That was amazing. I’m still processing it.”
“I see. Well, I thought it was pretty fucking amazing myself. I love you so much, Holly. I’m sorry I lost control like that at the beginning.”
“I love you, too, and do not apologize for anything. It was everything I’ve ever wanted from you.”
As if on cue, the opening chords of Nothing Else Matters by Metallica began playing.
“I have to ask. Did you make this playlist for us or. . .you know, have you used it before?”
“I spend hours and hours alone thinking about nothing but being with you, baby. I made it for us. Didn’t think I’d get to use it before this weekend, but I’m sure as hell not complaining.”
“Good answer.”
“The truth usually is.”
“Is it okay that I hate that this was so perfect and it happened because I was being stupid? I should never have to come to your office. We almost got caught. I’m so sorry, Dec.”
“Hey,” he leaned and kissed away her contention, “none of that. This. . .this was everything. It was what we needed. I never want you to stay away from me if you need me. We’ll figure it out. Listen to James Hetfield, Nothing Else Matters nothing but you.”
“I like James. We should always listen to James.” A deep yawn stole the end of her decree.
“I agree, but I think right now I should go turn off the music so I can put my baby to bed.”
“No, don’t leave. Just hold me.”
Cradling her closer, he cossetted the covers around them. “There is nothing else I would rather do.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Well, everyone and their brother is going to Duffy’s to hear you play so I don’t guess anyone will see me driving to your house,” Holly pouted on the phone Friday afternoon, sitting in her living room while Dec prepared for the show that night.
“Holl, come on. Not this again. You are welcome to come tonight, but that means we arrive alone and leave alone. You have to act like we broke up because Andy is a wanker of diminutive size. And if some slapper makes a comment about how I finger the strings or some other such nonsense you cannot show off your cowgirl temper.”