The Artist's Provocateur: Serano Brothers Novel, Book 3

by L. J. Fine

  She shrugged and the smooth fabric slid down her shoulders and off to lay in a puddle at her feet. His gaze roamed her body, feeling like a living caress everywhere it landed. A low, appreciative hum left his throat as he backed her up against the bed.

  "This color suits you," he said running his fingers under the thin straps that held her negligée in place. "I thought so at the farmhouse, too. Makes your skin look so smooth and creamy. Good enough to eat."

  With one hand, he made a fist in her hair, tilting her head back enough to grant his mouth access to her throat while the other hand circled her waist, holding her still. His tongue traced a line from the hollow of her throat up to her ear, his hot breath running over her skin. She loved the way he felt pressed up against her like this, the way the hard contours of his body fit against her curves. His mouth moved lower as the hand at her waist moved upward to cup her breast. When he tugged the lacy cup of the negligee down with two fingers, he sucked her exposed nipple into his mouth. Gasping, she arched her back, pressing into him to offer whatever he wanted.

  His teeth surrounded the stiff peak and tugged, the small pain forcing his name from her lips and her fingers into his hair to pull him closer. He resisted the direction of her hands, instead righting the fabric of her bodice to cover her and moving his mouth to hers in a hard kiss. At least it started out hard. The little whimper that escaped her seemed to cause him to, once again, change direction. His kiss gentled and turned into many. Soft, sweet presses against her lips in a hypnotic motion that beguiled her, overwhelmed her, seduced her to open up to him. All the while, his warm hands slid down her body, almost unnoticed by her until he gripped her ass and lifted her into his arms. She had just enough time to let out a surprised gasp and wrap her legs around his waist before her back hit the mattress with him looming over her. Taking her wrists in his hands, he moved them above her head and ground his hips into the cradle of her body.

  "Keep your hands here," he rumbled against her lips. "Don't move them until I tell you to."

  In an endeavor to obey him, she threaded her fingers together to keep them right where they were as he moved down her body. The short skirt of her negligee had ridden up to bunch around her waist. His soft lips skimmed down her neck to her collarbone, where he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss before moving further down, finding her nipple through the silk and lace covering it. He pulled that sensitive little nubbin into the heat of his mouth, and she tightened her grip on her fingers to stop herself from threading them through his hair to bring him closer. Instead, she could only arch her back into him on a soft gasp, silently begging for him to go where she needed him.

  A wicked light in his eyes, he moved his mouth out of her reach and knelt between her thighs. Gaze never leaving hers, he slowly unraveled the tie to her robe from his hand, the satin falling to brush against her heated skin. She read the intention on his face before he even opened his mouth. But the words, when they came, had her pulse quickening.

  "I told you that if I didn't have your obedience tonight that I'd punish you." He dragged the sash of fabric down the center of her chest. "This is how you're going to make it up to me. I want you bound to this bed, under me. I'm gonna bring you to the edge over and over but never push you off. Not until you know what I went through all night at the bar while you were here sleeping it off."

  Much as it made her squirm, it seemed fair when he put it like that. Swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat, she nodded and kept her eyes glued to him as he crawled over her to thread the sash of her robe through the slats in her headboard. Next, he wrapped the soft fabric around her wrists, the knot he tied loose enough that she could break free if she had enough motivation, but tight enough to remind her of its purpose.

  When he finished securing her to his liking, he sat back on his heels to admire his handywork. An evil little smirk tilted the corner of his kiss-swollen lips. She shouldn't find that sexy given the circumstances, but she did. The mischievous side of him used to irritate and make her blood pressure rise, but now it got under her skin for an entirely different reason. Now that he had her where he wanted her, that wicked playfulness came to the surface and the anticipation of what he would do to her coursed through her body in little shockwaves. He hadn't even touched her yet.

  Reaching back, he fisted his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tussling his hair. It only added a kind of wildness to the intense gleam in his eyes. He tossed the shirt carelessly over the edge of the bed, and she watched the ripples in the lean muscles of his arms and chest as he moved. She licked her lips and he smiled.

  "I know you wanna taste, baby, but that's not the game we're playing tonight." Strong hands gripped the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. His calloused touch moved up her outer thighs, passed her waist, onto her belly and up her chest bringing the negligee with it until he bared her body to his hungry gaze. He twisted the material into a thin strip, looped around her upper arms and rested it over her eyes. The lace and silk folded over so many times it became too dense to see through, and the position he had her in made it impossible for her to shift it out of the way. He had efficiently blinded her with her own clothes. She had never felt so helpless in her entire life.

  And she had never been more turned on.

  He knew it, too. Had to by the way she kept squirming beneath him and not all in an effort to get untangled. More like, she had to move, do something, or else she might combust.

  She went still when his low chuckle hit her ears. "You don't need to see what I'm doing to you. You just need to feel it."

  That's why she had been squirming. She needed to feel him. Right fucking now.

  Warm breath fanned out on her breast, making her jerk from the sudden feeling, and it brought her nipple to a stiff peak a few seconds before he took it into his hot mouth. A gasp left her as she pulled at the sash around her wrists and arched her back. The sharp edge of his teeth followed, scraping along the distended nub before he soothed the sting with his tongue. The sensations traveled down a direct line to her clit and started a dull throb in her core. Her thighs tightened around him in an unconscious attempt to come together to sooth the ache. He allowed her no such relief. Instead, he pulled her legs further apart, hooking them over his elbows and bringing them upward to bend her almost in half.

  That wicked mouth moved downward, over her stomach and closer to where she needed him. The loss of sight made her hyper aware of details her other senses picked up that she might have otherwise missed. The softness of his lips, the wet slide of his tongue and his warm breath fanning over her skin as he moved down her body. The little growls he emitted as he gently nipped at her belly, and the feel of his strong hands sliding down her inner thighs to hold her open. His mouth left her stomach and he hovered above her silk covered pussy, letting her feel the weight of his presence there without ever touching her. The anticipation of when he might touch her next sent goosebumps to break out along her body and her hands tightened into fists above her head. The sweep of his thumbs back and forth at the juncture of her thighs nearly drove her crazy, and she undulated her hips to try to get some contact.

  His grip tightened to hold her still and she felt him move further away instead of closer.

  "Adam. Please." The breathless quality of her voice was one she didn't recognize, but she didn't give a shit how needy she sounded as long as he touched her.

  "Mmm, I like that," he murmured, nuzzling the crease where her thigh met her body. "Keep begging me, baby. Maybe I'll give you what you want."

  Lies, she thought as he nibbled on the edge of her labia through her panties. He had no intention of giving her what she wanted. At least not yet. But she couldn't help it when he nuzzled into her pussy, inhaling deep then catching the gusset of her panties with his teeth, pulling the sopping material away from her body. Then he let go, letting it snap back into place once again making her jerk and cry out.

  "Please, Adam," she groaned, the muscles of her arms tensing as she pulled on her re
straints. "I need you to touch me."

  "Where?" he asked running his hands up and down her inner thighs. When he sat up between her legs, she growled at the loss. He ignored her. Instead, he trailed both index fingers down the center of her breasts to circle her nipples. "Right here?"

  At this point, she would take whatever type of friction he deigned to give her. She hissed when his blunt nails raked across the peaks of her breasts and groaned out a "yesssss".

  "Only here?" His hands molded her breasts and pressed them together as his mouth lowered to torture her once again.

  If she told him where she really wanted that mouth, would he give it to her? He seemed to want her to say it, enjoyed hearing her beg. So...maybe? She decided to give him what he wanted for the mere possibility that he would give her what she needed. Well, to say it was a conscious decision might have been a reach. He tugged on her nipple with his teeth, sending another spasm through her core, and the words came tumbling out of her. Explicit in their urgency.

  "I want your mouth on my pussy, Adam. Please, baby."

  A low growl vibrated from him into her as he surfed down her body. Her legs had started to drift closed while his attention had been elsewhere. Now, he shoved them apart once again. Spread them so wide, the sides of her thighs touched the mattress. One of his fingers moved the gusset of her panties aside and she felt his breath there, making her shiver as he spoke.

  "You mean like this?" His lips started at the top of her slit and worked their way down in soft, gentle kisses. Though his touch was light, the contact to her starved senses nearly pushed her over the edge. She could feel her inner muscles contracting and releasing on the verge of climax. If he moved just a fraction of a centimeter higher, he'd be right on her clit and she would go over. He knew, though. Must have seen, because he pulled away and got back to his knees between her spread thighs.

  "That's part of what I wanted when I was stuck behind that bar tonight. I kept thinking about sucking your clit while I finger-fucked you. Making you get all nice and wet before I gave you my cock. But people in hell want ice water and, just like them, I didn't get what I wanted. Hell is what it was like and you haven't made it up to me yet, so you don't get any ice water, either."

  The lust-fog in her brain clouded her thinking enough that she didn't get to fully appreciate his metaphor, but she got the gist and it was a big fat no. Not the word she wanted to hear right now.

  She was on the verge of either begging some more or telling him off when she heard a zipper, closely followed by the sound of foil ripping and stilled. But then the bed shifted as he got up, and she went right back to her restless movements. He no longer knelt between her thighs, so she pressed her legs together, trying to relieve the ache. Her relief was short lived, however, when he got back on the bed and crowded over her, kneeing her legs apart to accommodate his body.

  His gloriously naked body. She no longer felt the rough abrasion of his pants sliding against her, only his skin against hers.

  When he settled into the cradle of her body, his thick length rubbed along her slit and she moaned, arching into him. He yanked her negligee further upward so that it no longer obscured her vision and tangled it around her wrists. Her eyes drank in the sight of him stretched out above her, his handsome face so close to hers. He took her mouth and she let him in eagerly, tightening her thighs around his hips to hug him closer to her.

  Bracing his weight on his hands on either side of her head, he pushed up and broke their kiss. "I think I should just take you. For my pleasure only. Then I'll go to sleep for a while. Leave you tied up like this, aching and hungry until I wake up. I think that'd be fair."

  "But it wouldn't be." She shook her head. "I didn't get off while you were at work. I fell asleep. It's not the same thing."

  Dipping his head, he brought his mouth to her throat, trailing kisses along her skin to her ear. "You took a bath to mellow out. So, you did get some relief before you passed out."

  Rocking his hips, he ran the tip of his cock over her clit a few times before he reached between them to move her panties out of the way and position himself at her opening. Closing her eyes, she whimpered at the feel of him, the anticipation of him sliding home making a fresh wave of cream coat her slit to ease the way.

  "I hate to tell you this, but if you start fucking me right now, I'm gonna come." She grazed her lips against his. "I'm so wet, Adam. You got me so hot, all night, that's all you've been doing. If you give me your cock, I'm gonna go off."

  A slow, devilish grin tilted his lips as he started to push forward. "That's what I wanted, baby." As he filled her, his grin faded, and a line formed in the center of his forehead as his gaze went unfocused.

  Bliss. Finally. His thick cock stretched her as he thrust forward and bottomed out inside her. He didn't give her much time to adjust to the sensation before he started moving. She felt her eyes roll back as she moved with him instinctually, as much as her trussed-up position allowed. "Fuck, Adam. Yes."

  Raising up to his knees, he gripped her thighs and began a pounding rhythm that made her toes curl.

  "You gonna come for me?" Her inner muscles spasmed just to hear the words. "Fuck yeah, you're gonna come. Come all over my cock, Marie."

  He didn't even touch her clit. Didn't have to. This whole night had been one long lesson in foreplay, and right now his dick hit the exact right spot deep inside. It was perfect. It was all she needed. This sweet relief. This deep explosion of that perfect place from the inside out. She came. And came. If she had been more prepared for a release like this, she might have screamed and if her hands had been free, her nails would have raked his back. But her breath stopped, and her mouth opened in silent ecstasy while her nails carved out half-moons into her palms.

  Through it all, he stayed with her, her anchor. She came down the hill of her climax, only for him to push her back up and over again faster than she ever thought she could. White sparks began firing off behind her eyes and that's when she remembered how to breathe.

  Dropping forward onto his hands, he braced his weight and started to grind into her. "One more, Marie. Gimmie one more."

  Oh fuck, what?

  If she gave him anymore, she'd pass out. She shook her head. "I can't."

  His thrusts turned into a slow, deep grind, still hitting that magical place inside her, and she whimpered. Lifting his right hand from the mattress, he moved his fingers between their bodies, down her chest, her stomach and finally to where they were joined. The pad of his thumb covered her oversensitive clit and her whole body jerked. "Yes, you can. C'mon, give me one more. You look so damn beautiful when you come, and it feels so fucking good. This is how you make it up to me. Come for me."

  The slow circles of his thumb felt like way too much at first, but coupled with the slow drag of his cock in and out of her, that uncomfortable intensity turned into drugging pleasure. Soon she was moving with him, meeting his thrusts as he built them back up to that rough rhythm. Incredibly, she could feel herself climbing back up that hill.

  "Oh fuck, Adam," she gasped as her orgasm crested and she went over one more time.

  He growled her name and his movements lost their grace as he joined her.

  Her heart beat a mile a minute as she relearned how to breathe. For a few moments, he rested there, and she welcomed his weight on top of her. Until she became cognizant of the fact that her hands were still tied above her head. He must have felt her tense up because he lifted off her, tossed the condom into the waste basket by her bed, and untied the knot around her wrists. Kissing both of her palms, he rubbed the feeling back into her arms.

  Keeping hold of one of her hands, he rolled over onto his back. He rested their combined hands on his stomach, and she could feel his deep breaths going in and out. For a while, that's all she concentrated on, the flow of his breathing, lulling her into a peaceful trance. Well, the mind-blowing orgasms also went a long way into creating the effect. She had never in her life come that hard. Ever. Let alone three times
in rapid succession. It was so.... she didn't even have words. But she liked it.

  "The next time one of my brothers calls me when I'm with you, I'm gonna tell him to fuck off. In fact, I think we should quit our jobs and stay in bed doing that for the rest of our lives."

  A husky laugh escaped her. "I'm on board with that. Though, I kind of hate to admit this, but don't you think the delayed gratification added to the experience?"

  Turning his head to look at her, he shrugged. "Maybe a little. I think it's mostly being with you, though."

  "Aw, that's sweet, but if you're trying to butter me up for round...two?" She looked at him and he nodded, then shrugged again. "Two, it's not gonna work. I'm gonna need to relearn how to walk first before we can do that again."

  He smirked. "Walking is overrated. I wasn't buttering you up, though. I only tell the truth."

  "Ha, that's a lie." She laughed, then pulled the sheet up to cover herself. In the heat of the moment, her nudity didn't bother her, but now that they were just lying there talking, she started to get self-conscious.

  Rolling over to face her, he tugged the sheet back down and pulled her close so that their bodies pressed together, and her face heated at this small intimacy. Given all the things that they had done together, why should this make her blush? She didn't know, but there it was.

  "And what exactly have I lied to you about?" he asked, running his fingers lightly down the center of her back inducing her to move closer to him.

  Had he lied to her about anything? She tried to think back on all their conversations up to this point, but she couldn't think of anything. Still...

  "Lying is human nature, so, at some point in your life, you've lied."

  His lips twitched. "Does that mean that you're a liar?"