Tied to Him (Alphamen in Suits Book 3)

by Michelle F. Adams

  “So you’ve made up your mind then? You will go meet your father?”

  She either doesn’t get my emphasis or is too lost in pleasure to comprehend my meaning. She simply pants and nods her head. But that’s all right; by the time I’m done with her, I’m going to ensure it’s crystal clear that where she goes, I go.

  I slip my fingers under the waistband of her pants and push them down her legs, taking her panties with them while switching my attention to her other breast.

  “Yes, Robert,” Sarah moans, spreading her legs wider in invitation.

  “You are not going anywhere,” I proclaim as I make my way down her middle, stopping at the sopping wet juncture between her thighs.

  “What?” Sarah lifts her head from the pillow to regard me with obvious disbelief. “Didn’t you just say—”

  “I meant we would go together,” I interrupt. “But you didn’t even think about including me, did you?”

  She has the grace to look ashamed. “Well, my dad did want to meet you, but I wasn’t sure…” Her voice trails off, but I can guess where she’s going with this.

  “You don’t think this is permanent,” I finish for her, pointing between my chest and her drenched, exposed pussy.

  Leaning down, I lick her dripping slit and then plant a hand on her hips to keep her still as she attempts to come closer to my mouth.

  “Listen to me when I say this, wildcat.” My voice is serious and firm. “I will tie you to this bed for the rest of your life if that’s what it takes to keep your ass planted here.” Licking my lips and tasting her musky essence, I consider her thoughtfully. “I might just do that anyway.”

  Her clit is peeking from behind its hood, and I wrap my lips around the little bud, sucking so hard Sarah’s mouth opens in a scream and her thighs spasm around my ears.

  “I love you, but you’re a runner,” I tell her, moving my mouth to her opening and tracing my tongue at her entrance.

  I hear a gasp from above, and then her voice drifts down to me. “What did you say?”

  Fascinated with tracing her pussy lips, I don’t look up as I answer, “You’re a runner, wildcat. Don’t act so surprised. You run away from people and from things. But I’ll be damned if you’re running away from me.”

  Just the thought has red bleeding into the edges of my vision, and I nuzzle her pussy lips, licking and stroking them with my tongue to calm myself down.

  “No…no…” Sarah gasps, and her hand comes down to tangle in my hair. “Oh God. Do that again.”

  I do as she wishes, and she gasps again, louder this time, her juices flowing freely down my chin.

  “Before that, what-what did you say before?” she finally manages to get out between her gasps and moans of delight.

  I bring my hand up and push two fingers, one after the other, inside her pulsing sex. She’s so fucking tight, but I’ve been working for a week to stretch her out enough to accept me, and my fingers slide in smoothly.

  “Why are you acting like that’s news?” I tease, thrusting and withdrawing my fingers in a rhythm that I know drives her crazy.

  Sarah digs her heels into my back and pushes her hips up at me, demanding more. I grin and give her what she wants, increasing my speed and sucking at her clit until her back arches and she comes with a loud shout, almost scalping me in the process.

  I slide my fingers out of her and lick her juices from them as I take my clothes off and then move to lie down next to her. When she opens her eyes, I smile gently and say, “Of course I love you.”

  “Y-you do?”

  I roll my eyes and get a punch to my stomach. Grabbing her wrist, I pull her closer to me, her sweat-slicked body sticking to mine.

  “I’ve been watching you for six months. I go crazy when you don’t have all your focus on me.” I swipe my hand into her hair, playing with the strands as I continue, “When you don’t pay me any attention, my mood turns black for the whole day. What else do you think this is if not love?” I ask her.

  “I-I-” Sarah stammers, looking adorably flushed from her recent orgasm and my confession.

  “And I know you love me too,” I announce high-handedly. Hiking her thigh over my leg, I warn silkily, “At least you better.”

  In this position, her legs are wide open as we both lie on our sides, facing each other. My cock is perfectly aligned with her wet hole, and all it would take is one thrust for me to be inside her.

  I look into her green eyes and ask softly, “Are you ready, wildcat?”

  I’m not just asking if she’s ready for this intimate act between us. I’m asking if she’s ready for us, for our future together.

  As I watch her with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, I wonder how I’ll survive if her answer is anything other than yes.

  Chapter 10

  Sarah

  I look at Robert as he waits for my reply, seemingly holding his breath. His cock prods the entrance to my body, and I can feel more moisture leaking out of me as we lie together, so entangled with each other, I don’t know how we’ll ever separate.

  The conversation we had just before he gave me a mind-blowing orgasm flits through my brain. He wants to come with me to meet my father. I think of the support his presence lent me when we were confronting Michael in the streets earlier, and I feel a rush of gratitude and disbelief that this man chose me. That he loves me.

  He anchors me, settles the yearning in my soul, the longing of my heart.

  My hands lift of their own volition to trace his chest, fingers sifting through the dark hair swirling around his nipples and following the trail down his lower abdomen.

  Most of the time, I have my hands tied when we’re in bed together, so this is unfamiliar, and my fingers are greedy to explore every inch of his skin.

  As if he can sense what I’m thinking, he rasps, “I want your hands free this time so you can touch me all you like.” Taking one of my hands, he brings it up to his chest, the message clear. “Or all I like,” he intones.

  When my nails lightly scratch over his pectoral muscles, he arches his back and purrs like a kitten. And he calls me a cat.

  I chuckle at his response and wiggle my hips until our pelvises are touching and his cock is wedged between my nether lips.

  Are you ready? he asked me.

  Delving a hand between our tightly pressed bodies, I give my answer to his question with my actions.

  Yes, I tell him silently as I line his cock with my entrance and push down so his tip slides inside me.

  We both groan at the feeling. I can feel my sex stretching to accommodate Robert’s wide girth, and when I look down, the sight of his cock disappearing into my body is almost more erotic than I can bear.

  Robert’s hands are clenched tightly at my waist, keeping my body so close to his, a piece of paper couldn’t be wedged in between us. He thrusts and then stops immediately, looking at me with concern, his forehead marked with the strain of holding himself back.

  Yes, I tell him again when I push my hips down to meet his upward thrust so more of his length slides in.

  I feel a slight pinch and burn, the sensation more uncomfortable than painful, but it’s worth it to see Robert as he flings his head back, the corded muscles of his neck on display, his hips making small, involuntary movements, as if it’s beyond him to keep still.

  My sex contracts around his length stuffed inside me, and he visibly shudders. “Fuck, wildcat. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

  His head is still thrown back, and his eyes are closed in ecstasy. But I want to see him, look into his brown orbs and see how this is affecting him. I slide my hands up his chest and fist his hair, bringing his head up until his gaze meets mine. His eyes have a film of pleasure covering them, and it’s like he’s drunk on it.

  A fierce thrill of satisfaction invades my body. I’ve done this to him. The always cool and collected Robert Klein, head of the IT department, is in my bed, looking completely wild and unhinged, thrusting inside me like his li
fe depends on it.

  I meet him thrust for thrust, moaning and whispering encouragements in his ear that excite him so much his next thrust almost takes my breath away.

  “Sarah, yes, move on me like that,” he prompts, his hands spreading on my ass and squeezing the cheeks in time with his thrusts.

  I growl in frustration, trying to get closer to him. “Robert, more,” I whine, tightening my fingers in his hair. “I need more.”

  At my words, he stops thrusting and pulls out of me in one smooth motion. I protest the emptiness that follows his withdrawal, but he takes my hips in his hands and flips me so my front is pressed to the mattress.

  “Shh, wildcat,” he soothes. “I’ll always take care of you.”

  One of his hands comes up, and his middle and ring finger slide inside me, curling and rubbing against the front wall of my sex.

  I don’t know why he’s using his fingers when he has a perfectly functioning cock at his disposal, but as long as he keeps giving me this pleasure, I’m game.

  Fisting the bedsheets in my hands, I rise on my elbows and push my hips up and back, riding his fingers. In my peripheral vision, I see him lean down and grab something from the floor beside the bed.

  When I feel the familiar material of his suit tie loop around my waist, nothing can stop the wicked smile that comes over my face.

  Robert always brings spice to our bed, it doesn’t matter that he’s as inexperienced with this as I am. His desire to please me and keep me sated always has him thinking up new ways that blow my mind every time.

  Using the tie as reins around my middle, he hauls me up on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, my ass cushioning his groin, his steel-hard cock nestled in the crack between my cheeks.

  “You like that, wildcat?” he grits out when I move my hips in a circle, feeling his cock slide up and down, wet and slippery with my juices.

  “Robert, I need you inside me,” I moan, dropping my head and looking at his strong thighs sprinkled with dark hair.

  “I can’t deny you anything, Sarah.” Robert uses the tie circling my waist to pull me back at the same time he pushes forward, and his whole length gets shoved inside me with a force that makes me see stars.

  I gasp and try to move away, feeling too full of him. But I can’t move an inch as Robert uses his tie like reins to keep me in place while he grinds side to side, his cock jumping inside me, pushing against my restraining walls.

  “That’s it, wildcat,” he encourages as I take a few deep breaths, relaxing into the sensation of him filling me to the brim. “Get used to me.”

  I pant and fist the sheets tighter in my hands as Robert uses the silky material to pull me on and off his cock. The pleasure builds again, higher than before.

  In this position, Robert feels fuller and deeper as he kneels behind me, using his tie to control the pace and the strength of his thrusts. I can only moan and receive the pleasure he gives me, and the lack of control frees me to relax, to explore and to feel.

  And God, do I feel.

  The rasp of Robert’s leg hair as his thighs bracket mine and rub against my own smooth skin. The dig of his tie into my middle as he pushes me forward and then brings me back again. The beads of sweat that fall from his body and land on my exposed back.

  The hard pelvis that meets the soft cushion of my ass every time he thrusts into me. The stubble on his jaw scraping my cheek as he bends forward to whisper dirty nothings in my ear. The silk of his hair as it brushes against my temple when he leans over me to suck at my neck.

  But most of all, I feel him inside me.

  The hardness of his shaft rubs against all my inner nerve endings, his fingers playing with my throbbing clit as my walls pulse and spasm around him.

  And in what seems like only minutes, I’m close to the edge.

  Robert must sense this because he abandons his tie and wraps both his hands around my hips, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. “Come for me, wildcat.” His thumb stretches from my hipbone to rub against my clit. “Come for me, Sarah.”

  With a few quick rubs and a few hard thrusts, I come.

  I come so hard that light explodes behind my tightly clenched eyelids and my sex contracts in waves around Robert’s length.

  I hear a roar behind me and then heat from Robert’s climax spreads inside me, warming my core. He gives small, uneven thrusts against me as he empties into me, and then he collapses against my back, his weight taking me down to the mattress until I’m lying stretched out beneath him.

  If I didn’t need to breathe, I would never move from this position. The bliss of having Robert’s softening cock still inside me, his chest heaving against my back and his breath heating my neck.

  I squirm a little, and immediately, Robert levers his body off mine and flips me around so I’m facing him. His cock slips out of me and rests against my thigh as I look up at him.

  “That was…” Robert seems to search for a word big enough to describe our shared experience. “It was…”

  Finally, he gives up and settles for kissing me, and I can feel the overwhelming emotions inside him just as surely as they are bubbling up inside me.

  “Yeah, it was.” I smile when our mouths part.

  He smiles back.

  “I’m so glad it was you,” I tell him. I can’t imagine having this intimate experience with anyone else but him.

  “I wouldn’t have had this with anyone but you, wildcat.” His hand comes up to tuck my sweaty hair away from my forehead, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him to lie down next to me.

  Our combined juices slowly drip out of me, and when Robert pushes his thigh between my legs, they smear on his skin. I laugh and scoot closer to him.

  “I’m making you all messy,” I chide gently.

  “I’m not complaining,” he replies as his thigh moves up to press against my sex. Even though I’m overly sensitive from what we just shared, a pleasant tingle still moves its way up my body, making me lethargic.

  I snuggle closer to Robert’s heat and drift off to sleep with the sound of his heartbeat in my ears.

  * * * *

  On Saturday, we spend a lazy day together. I do my laundry and some household chores that have piled up over the week. Robert helps me by doing the dishes and vacuuming the living room. Then we cook a simple meal for dinner and relax on the couch.

  As the day comes to an end, my dread and discomfort for what tomorrow will bring continues to grow. When we get in bed, Robert pulls me close and wraps his arms around me.

  “Don’t worry, wildcat,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”

  The next evening, I repeat his words on a loop inside my brain as we sit in the backseat of the car Robert hired to drive us to my parents’ house. Our fingers are intertwined on the seat between us, and I squeeze his hand in tune with my rising anxiety the closer we get to our destination.

  Eventually, Robert sighs and pulls me into his lap. “Come here.”

  I go willingly, grateful for his closeness and support. “I’m glad you got us a car and a driver.” We wouldn’t have been able to sit like this if one of us was driving, and I need him right now.

  “Yeah, I’m glad too,” he agrees, snuggling me closer into his chest.

  We arrive at my parents’ house and exit the car. The minute my father opens the front door and his disapproving gaze locks onto Robert, a calm acceptance falls over me.

  Time feels like it’s moving underwater throughout our dinner with my parents. My father’s stern warnings of how I’m making a mistake in trusting a man and how I should come back home, combined with my mother’s quiet submission and downward gaze, only harden my resolve.

  The moment Robert and I step outside after the most grueling two hours of my life, I look back at the house I lived in for twenty-two years and bid those memories a silent goodbye.

  My heart feels lighter as I let go and turn to face my future.

  Robert is looking at m
e, quietly observing my farewell.

  “Let’s go home,” I say, relieved that the encounter is over and I’ve found the closure I was looking for.

  The look on Robert’s face is a mixture of pride and love that sends warmth coursing through my body.

  And right there, on the front steps of my parents’ house, he gets down on one knee and says, “Marry me, Sarah.”

  “What?” I laugh, tugging on his hands to pull him up, but he refuses to budge.

  “I’m serious. Marry me,” he repeats.

  “What will you do if I don’t?” I ask archly. And perhaps it is the lightness of finally being free from my father’s control, perhaps it is knowing I’ve made something of myself and he no longer holds the same control he had over me, perhaps it is the weightlessness of being secure in Robert’s love, but for a moment, I’m seriously considering it.

  I’m considering marrying a man I just met six months ago and kissed for the first time a few weeks ago.

  Robert must sense the change in my expression because he gets up and bends down to whisper in my ear, “You know what I’ll do if you don’t.” His wicked smile grazes the shell of my ear and makes me shudder. “I’ll simply tie you to my bed until you agree.”

  My laughter is mixed with tears. Emotions bubble up inside me, and I throw myself into his arms with a squeal, matching his promise with one of my own.

  “Forever.”

  Epilogue

  Sarah

  “No!” I squeal as I try to dart out of Robert’s reach.

  He lunges and catches me in his arms, depositing me on his broad shoulder and banding an arm across my thighs to keep me there.

  “No, Robert,” I attempt to dissuade him when I see he’s heading toward our bedroom. “We’re going to be late for dinner.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t have worn this dress then,” he remarks calmly, continuing to climb the stairs to the second floor. “You knew this was how I would react.” A smack to my ass follows. “You know how I hate when other men’s eyes are on my wife’s body.”