Bind Me Close: 3 (Knights in Black Leather)

by Cerise DeLand

  “Darlin’,” he growled, ramming her with his marvelous, thick shaft. “Why would I hurt you?”

  “You wouldn’t,” she got out, her voice a rasp.

  “Ever been spanked?” He sounded so hopeful.

  “No. No. But I want…oh, Wade…everything from you.”

  He laid a trail of kisses down her nape. “So I’d spank you for the good times you give me?”

  “If you want. Give me anything you want.”

  Growling, he hugged her close.

  She let her finest fantasies rise to her mind and with a trust in him that he would honor her for revealing them to him, she confided them. “I want to be cuffed, chained to your bed.”

  He inhaled, taking it in.

  Was he appalled? Would he reject her?

  “Sweet Willow,” he crooned at last, his voice rough with joy, his fingers playing with her nipples, his cock fucking her oh so well. “What if I kept you that way for days, hmm? Would you let me have you?”

  Could she? “Yes. Yes. I want you to fuck me. Own me. Have me.”

  “Be careful what you ask for, baby.”

  She had no doubt she was playing with fire. Want him, yes. Take him, yes, but with a price to her freedom. “I know what I’m saying.”

  His hips rocked into her, his loving ripping her reason to shreds, making her live for his possession. “I want you all right. For days. Nights.”

  “Yes. Let’s.” She was grinding back into him, her pussy grabbing him, holding him, another fantastic, uncountable orgasm her only goal in this life or the next. “Harder. Give me more.”

  He rammed into her. “Good.”

  “Heaven.” She gasped. One worry loomed over her. “But what if your regular objects?”

  “She hasn’t been my regular,” he pronounced the last word with distaste as he kept his rhythm in her pussy, “for more than a month. We were done, done…long ago.” He squeezed her hips, plied his way with his magnificent cock into her juicy core. “Maybe…the universe was getting me ready for you.”

  She mewled, happy at his response, loving his new slow pace of fucking her. “Course it was.”

  “You’ll see me every night?”

  “For this?” she asked, beseeching, seducing him. “Oh, yes.”

  “What the lady wants,” he whispered as he lifted her legs high and pumped her full of him, “is what she gets.”

  * * * * *

  He caught her close as she slept and kissed her temple.

  After she had confided in him like that and submitted like that, how was he going to let her leave him within days? The prospect of losing her made his skin itch. His eyes burn. He pressed his lips to her fragrant, damp hair and fought the urge to howl. She stirred, mewling her enjoyment.

  The truth hit him hard and he grimaced. He was in danger of caring for this woman deeply. More deeply than he had for any female in decades.

  How could that be true since he had met her only yesterday?

  Shocked, he smiled to himself. He was forty-two and no young buck. He usually could do a woman justice with two good fucks a night. But there is no substitute for inspiration. And this woman is that for me.

  “You think too much,” she told him, stirring from sleep.

  “Only about you.” He grinned down at her.

  In admiration he caressed her belly. She caught his hand, more eager then he thought, then pushed it between her thighs. He easily, greedily found her clit, polishing her nub until she came again with loud cries. He thrust his fingers inside her as she pulsed around him and made him smile. She could certainly come multiple times, no problem there. Christ, he hoped he could constantly do her proud. Three times in the space of an hour was a record for him lately. Though he never counted his virility by how often he came but how often his partner did, he was ready to strut about his success with Willow.

  Rolling her over, he admired her sated beauty as she curled her arms around his shoulders. “It’s corny but thanks for all of this.”

  He squeezed her legs between his, his hands massaging her neck. “I’m the one who’s grateful. You’re giving me back my youth.”

  Her plump lips curved up in a soft smile. “You’re giving me my freedom.”

  “Yours is mine, baby. So what do you say? Let’s have dinner. You need your strength.”

  She cocked a brow. “So do you.”

  “True. But you’re going to spend the night and sleep with me. I promise not to touch you. You need rest.”

  “I won’t refuse.” She got a wicked gleam in her dark eyes. “Let me wash you first. We’re still sticky.”

  He chuckled, one of his hands delving between her thighs. “And you are oh so wet and swollen.”

  Circling her hips to get the full impact of his deft caresses, she laughed. “You have a one-track mind. May it never change subjects. Do I wear you out?”

  “You better try.”

  “Invitation accepted.” She jumped up, took his hand and led him into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she stepped in and he, smart man, stepped right behind her, his hands on her breasts to tweak her nipples. She grabbed the bar of soap and handed it to him. “One thing I do regret about tonight though.”

  “Hmm.” He frowned as he enjoyed himself by getting her pussy all sudsy. “Let me fix it, whatever it is.”

  “There isn’t any dessert.”

  He hooted, spinning her to him. “Oh, darlin’ of mine,” he said as he spread lather down her shoulders and all over the peaks of her breasts, “there will be dessert.”

  She giggled. “You just said we’re eating and sleeping, no sex!”

  “Yeah.” He sent one hand down her belly to find her aching clit and rub it softly. “I lied.”

  She cuffed him.

  He fucked her again then, standing there, soap all over them instead of pie.

  * * * * *

  Dressed again, they moved about the kitchen so slowly, kissing and touching as though they couldn’t get enough of each other that it was ten o’clock before they sat down to eat. By the time Willow got to the last of her steak and they had polished off the beans and the bread and the salad, she was thoroughly sated. She marveled at why that was and knew food was not part of the answer.

  During dinner, Wade had sat right next to her at the breakfast bar. He’d played with her hair and her fingers while they ate. He’d leaned over time and time again to bite her shoulder or her earlobe. He had whispered little words of praise about her pretty mouth or her beautiful eyes. He had pulled her into his arms at one point and put his hand inside her bodice. Flicking her nipple, he had told her she was the most responsive woman he had ever known. Her pussy, flowing and swollen, had sought the pressure of the kitchen stool for any relief. And by the time she swallowed the last of her dinner, she had shivered, she had quaked, and now she was a molten pool of yearning, crazy to undress him, suck his cock and never get out of his bed.

  “Coffee with dessert?” he asked, his aquamarine eyes innocent as a bull in mating season as he shut the dishwasher and turned it on.

  She shook her head. Hell no. Out of bed she had a bit more sense and wondered if what she had told him about cuffs and spanking had given him a nutty impression of a horny broad with no Stop button. Did she want the dessert he was offering? Hell, yeah. And if he wanted to delay the inevitable any longer she was going to hit him over the head with his cast-iron skillet and drag him to the bedroom like a cavewoman.

  Discarding any common sense, casting fate to the wind, she rose from her chair. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin and took his hand. “I want to be bad.”

  His mouth quirked, his tendency to smile tipping up the corners of his lips. “You need to be spanked.”

  “I do. Now.” God, she was becoming this sex-crazed woman, a willing conspirator to his dark charm. She leaned into his body, his strength, his size so comforting, so perfect to her. She kissed his ear and led him to his bedroom. There she shucked her dress and reached for his t-shirt
and jeans. Already his cock was up and ready for her. In appreciation she slid her hand along his length.

  He grabbed her arms and swung her around. Rough but kind he hauled her back against him. “I won’t mark you.”

  “I believe you.”

  He grasped a handful of her long hair and wound it around his wrist. She felt the tug as he pulled backward. “You trust me?”

  “I do,” she said, excitement oozing through her bloodstream like hot honey.

  “Anything I want, I get.”

  His words weren’t a question but a statement. A requirement.

  “Yes. I’m yours.” She echoed his words of earlier this afternoon and realized he had already given her permission to do as she wished with him. Now it was her turn to learn. To be his.

  Tugging on her hair, he pulled her head back so he could kiss along her throat. His lips were like the touch of fairy wings. And then he kneaded one of her ass cheeks with one hand. “I want you moaning for me.”

  “Me too.”

  “I want you to know my hand on you.”

  “Yes.”

  “Never been spanked?”

  “You’re the first. Do it to me.”

  “Oh, god.” He growled as he stood her facing a wall. “You are one in a million.”

  He pressed her palms flat and with one leg intruding between hers, he told her to stand like that no matter what. Expectation rolled through her like an electric current. He caressed her ass gently, slowly, as if he memorized each muscle, every contour.

  Then he hit her once. Not hard. On one cheek. She bit her lower lip, her forehead against the wall. He hit her again. Her teeth clenched at the sting.

  Then he massaged the hurt away and kissed her neck. “Pretty in pink. How’s your pussy?” He sank his fingers into her bush and delved between her lips to stroke her clit and she sagged backward against him. “I’ll give you my cock if you’re a good girl.”

  “But I’m not,” she said, improvising in a weird way to get him to laugh or moan or give her clit a good rub.

  He snorted. “Baby, you are very bad.” And he braced her hips and sank his cock between her ass cheeks all along her seam.

  “Oh, that is so fine,” she told him.

  He pulled her away from the wall and sat on the bed, pushing her face down over his lap. His massive cock poking her belly as he hit her on the ass once, twice, three, four times.

  She squealed.

  But he massaged the hurt away. Then he learned over and licked her cheek. “Damn, you taste good. Hot where I hit you.”

  She squirmed. “Please fuck me.”

  “Let’s see.” With two fingers he probed her creamy core from behind, his tone cool but raw and dangerous at the same time. “Oh, yeah, darlin’. Listen to your pussy juices. Ready for me.” He hit her again.

  She whimpered and he rolled backward to the bed, pulling her over on top of him.

  He pushed hair from her face and cupped her cheeks. “I want more and more of you. Open your legs.”

  In a heartbeat she complied.

  “Sink over me.”

  She did. With a cry of need she watched how his beautiful, long cock disappeared inside her. She arched her neck and cried to have more of him.

  “Aw, darlin’. You need a good man. And I’m it.” I swear to you. I’m the one.

  Chapter Seven

  The aroma of bacon and coffee inspired her to open her eyes. There stood Wade, one brow arched, nodding at the tray on the nightstand. He grinned at her, two steaming mugs in his hands. “Bet you’re starving. I made you eggs, bacon, toast and lots of caffeine.”

  The sound of his bass voice set all her nerves on sensory alert. He had donned a different pair of jeans and little else. His honey-blond hair was tousled over his forehead. His aquamarine eyes twinkled with mischief. And the sight of his naked chest, buff and bronze, made her body yearn for the electric excitement she’d shared with him yesterday.

  She scooted back to the headboard, took two bites of toast and bacon. As she tried to sit higher she realized with a jerk on her left ankle that she could only go so far. Flicking the sheet aside, she exposed her naked body and heard him grunt his approval. She grinned at the sight of the red rope around her leg. “I’ll take the coffee and whatever else you want to give me.”

  One side of his mouth curved up. “Have to use the john?”

  “Not at the moment. I’m more interested in the java and just when you tied this rope on me.”

  He handed over the cup and leaned down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. “You were dead to rights, sawing Zs. Thought it was a good time to show you I’m not parting with you easily and I do want you here with me. Often.”

  “You proved it to me last night.” Could she even remember how many times he had fucked her? She was going to have to go back to the B&B and create a list. First time ever she had a man in the sack worth writing about.

  He sat beside her on the edge of the mattress, pulling down the sheet that covered her breasts to cup her fullness. “Have to see you naked. Watch you as I touch you. You don’t mind?”

  She shook her head at his sweet declaration. Taking a sip of the coffee, she tried to get her bearings but he was so intense, so affectionate, that he mesmerized her.

  “Good. Because I love your body.” He pinched her nipples.

  She undulated in the bed, careful not to spill her coffee.

  He moaned. “Getting wet?”

  “Hmm. And swollen.”

  “Good. Cuz I’m gonna fuck you again…soon.”

  She licked her lips and put the cup on the night table. Then she slid down in the bed. “Come have me now.”

  “No.”

  “You said soon.”

  “I did.” The wicked gleam became a devil’s stare. “Soon as you show me how you masturbate.”

  She worked at words, aroused, embarrassed. “Why?”

  “Want to see the look on your face as you do it. Want you to look in my eyes as you spend.”

  His tone was sweet but commanding. Gruff but charming. He seemed stronger than last night, more harshly masculine. Why was that? “Why? You know what I look like when I come.”

  “I do, honey, but there’s more I need to learn about you.” He caressed her breasts with his palm then sent it down her torso to cup her mound.

  She moaned and arched into his warm hand. “Like what?”

  “What’s the difference between when you please yourself and when I’m inside you?”

  “That’s easy. A world, a whole universe of difference.”

  “Show me.”

  She gaped at him, disappointed that he had refused her his body and yet excited that he wanted this intimacy from her. Once she gave away this much of herself would she ever have the power to take it back? She shivered at the possibility.

  He dipped inside her slit and fingered her pussy, shooting her fears, firing her needs. “You’re hot and very juicy, baby. Treat me good and let me see you do this.”

  Glancing at the ceiling, she closed her eyes tight. She’d never jerked herself off in front of anyone. But for him I want to.

  She stared at him. “You won’t talk.”

  His face determined but suffused with a happiness that obsessed her, he shook his head.

  “You won’t direct me or order me.”

  “No.”

  “You just want to see me do this once?”

  He raised his brows as if to say, Depends.

  “Okay,” she whispered, her hands going to her breasts where she circled the heavy circumference and pushed them together, the nipples rubbing each other until she sighed and her pussy dripped with pleasure.

  She loved having big tits. They were such fun to her. No one but Wade had truly paid them the attention she thought they truly deserved Her nipples were huge, dark-rose and very sensitive. She liked scoring them with her nails, which she kept long and beautifully manicured, specifically to do that. She ran the smooth edges along the middle of her nipp
le and moaned in delight.

  Wade shifted on the bed, his gaze on her fingers. Then he swallowed, hard.

  Willow became more aroused, her pussy swimming in her cream. But her nipples, oh yes. She knew what they needed. She sat up, propped on an elbow as she lifted one of her heavy babies and brought the nipple to her mouth. She licked her tip and bit it, wishing to hell she could get more of it between her teeth. But damn, she just was not that flexible. One reason why I need a man, dammit!

  She fell back to the bed, sliding her hands down her belly. She had a flat tummy she was proud of. True, she was tall, but she had a figure and no belly fat. Her svelte torso led straight to the high arc of her pubic bone and there, amid her black bush, was her moist, plump flesh that she loved to stroke and pinch.

  She sighed, searching for Wade, who had his gaze on her pussy.

  She spread her thighs wide for him and instantly he moved lower on the bed to get a view of her cunt.

  She sent her fingers along her seam, all wet and musky. Biting her lower lip, she caught Wade’s gaze as she tossed him a saucy look and then gave him a taste of her cream from the tip of her index finger.

  He let his eyes drift closed as he licked her clean, then licked his lower lip.

  Parting her labia, she felt the cool air rush to her scalding flesh. Oh god. She lost her train of thought, her mind gone as her body swelled and heated. Now was the time when she always wanted a man inside her. She usually inserted two fingers inside her pussy then and pumped, but today was different.

  So different.

  She smiled at him and revealed the hood over her clit. Reaching down to her nub, she circled it. God, she was so smooth, so slick, so very big. Wade had made her that way and she wanted him, more of him, all of him.

  She felt at once his hands on her cheeks. She opened her eyes to look at him. He seemed hazy, surreal. His mouth dropped open. His expression grew torrid.

  She knew she had to work at her climax or she’d go nuts and grab him, yell at him to put his cock inside her.

  “I have to have you,” she told him in a fog of desire. “After this you have to give me you.”