"I usually skip this one. I'm not into pain; pleasure is my aim for both me and my partner."
"Have you had many partners?” Insecurity reared an ugly head. Was she only a passing infatuation, wooed by words of love?
"My fair share, and enough to know when I found the real thing.” He cupped her face and kissed her, touching and teasing with his lips until tension eased. “And I'm not going to let you go easily now that I've found you.” There was a predatory note in his voice she'd never heard before. Behind the tender foreplay, she sensed and an iron will.
"Jason...” She held up her hand, and he pressed his fingertips against her lips, stalling any more words.
"I know I'm pushing, probably harder than is wise, but I'll try to give you some space if you really need it.” His grin was rueful. “But probably not a lot."
"You are pushing, but I think I can push back if I need to,” Anne said and realized the words were true. The last few days had changed her. She felt like a blossom reacting to the warm of the spring sun.
He placed his fingertips against her lower back directed her to the next alcove. “Now, this is a favorite of mine."
Anne looked at the semi-circular space. In the centre of the room, below the domed ceiling a poster bed stood in the middle of a plush, Persian carpet. “Okay, I'll bite. This looks like an ordinary bed."
"Appearances can be deceiving.” His slow sexy smile made promises she wasn't sure he could keep. “This is probably one of the most versatile and comfortable alcoves,” he said quietly as he grasped her waist and lowered her into the centre of the bed. “Lay back and relax."
Relax. Her pulse was skipping beats and a demanding pressure was building in her sex. She rested on her elbows, her legs bent at the knees, her torso turned toward him. Jason took two small leather cuffs from a large collection on one wall. As he approached, she rolled to her back.
"Do you trust me?” he asked.
Did she? Yes. But that didn't mean she didn't feel a little apprehensive about what was going to happen.
Anne nodded. He took the cuffs lined with sheep's wool and buckled them around her wrists.
"Up just a bit,” he said, she looked over her shoulder as he flipped open a small door on one side of the headboard then pulled out a large metal eye on a short chain.
She inched upward, her breath accelerated, from both nerves and anticipation. “I take it this isn't your average bed."
"Not really,” he said with a laugh, then leaned over and popped open another little door with a matching chain.
He lifted her arms above her head and hooked them to large metal eyes on either side of the headboard. Anne tugged at the restraints. They didn't hurt her, but they held her fast.
He returned to the wall and took two more leather straps. Anne wondered if they were intended for her ankles. His eyes held her gaze prisoner as he separated her legs creating a sensual v. He clipped the ankle cuffs to chains attached to the footboard.
"Still trusting me?” He leaned one knee on the bed. His liquid chocolate gaze captured hers.
Anne nodded. The air seemed to thin as she drew in a tremulous breath.
"Even though you're completely at my mercy?” As if to prove the point, he traced one of his fingertips along her collarbones to the base of her throat, then through the valley between her breasts, drawing a figure eight around the soft, eager globes before continuing downward. The fine line he was drawing with his finger sent shivers of anticipation all over her body.
He circled her belly button, then took a twisting path through the sable curls of her pubis. If her legs hadn't already been spread-eagle, she would have definitely moved them apart so he could have access to intimate parts.
Anne tipped her hips, hoping to encourage him to explore further.
"Impatient are we?” he murmured as he climbed onto the bed to kneel between her legs.
"I thought guys liked to hurry,” Anne whispered, her voice husky.
"Sometimes.” He leaned over and drew his hands down the length of her arms, around the curves of her breasts and lower until they trailed through the soft curls covering her mound. When they skimmed over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she dug her teeth into her lower lip.
Her skin felt alive, rippling with reaction. “I can't believe how amazing that feels.” Inwardly, Anne winced. Her words sounded so trite, so adolescent. If he thought so, nothing reflected in his gaze.
Anne she tested the leather straps holding her legs apart as she had the wrist restraints. For the first time in her life, she was bound and helpless.
Without a word, he leaned over, taking a screamingly sensitive nipple in his mouth and sucked. She arched, gasping, bombarded by sensations, and the ache between her legs grew more demanding. His tongue circled then laved her nipple. Anne closed her eyes and pressed her head into the pillow, each sensual tug felt as if it was connected to the primal core of her desire deep inside her.
Jason's shaft rested against the folds of her sex. Unconsciously, she lifted her hips, the soft moist folds separating and stroking the base of his pole, spreading her own juices on his body.
"Hm, impatient are we?” He licked the nipple still shiny and moist. “Didn't you know that anticipation heightens the pleasure?"
"It's frustrating the heck out of me,” she growled.
He laughed and then took the other nipple in his mouth, and a mew of satisfaction slid through her lips.
"Not much longer my impatient little minx,” he said, sitting back between her legs.
He looked at her sex, then separated the labial lips. Instinctively Anne tried to draw her legs together. No one had ever inspected her there so openly. With her hands and feet bound, she felt exposed and vulnerable—afraid and excited all at the same time.
He leaned over and inhaled, his face only inches from her pubis. “You smell divine and you taste...” He licked the length of her crack. “...even better."
His tongue circled her clit then he teased the sensitive nub. Her hips lifted, and she strained to open her legs as wide as the restrains allowed.
Anne could feel her heartbeat pulsing in her crotch, building the aching pressure that demanded satisfaction. A needy ache screamed for him to push himself deep inside her. “I'm not sure I like being tied up like this,” she whimpered. “You're driving me crazy."
"You can think about your revenge when we switch places.” He offered a lopsided smile before he lowered his head to tease her intimately with his talented mouth.
"If you keep that up, I'm going to come,” Annie warned, wondering what it would be like to tie him up like this. What would she do? She still had a lot to learn about real foreplay and satisfying a partner.
He lifted his head. “We can't have that. At least ... not yet."
"What?” she gasped, blinking in disbelief. “Don't stop now."
"When you come, I want to be inside,” he murmured, positioning the head of his penis against her opening, gently nudging it into the folds, sliding slowly inside her. Anne strained against the restraints, lifting her hips as high as she could when he pulled back. She tightened intimate muscles around him.
He sucked in a quick breath covered her with his body as he thrust deeper. “Playing dirty?"
"Playing to win,” she quipped.
"Annie, you'll always win,” he murmured, then kissed her. Muscles bunched as he thrust into her.
Their bodies met and Anne gasped from the wave of pleasure stealing her breath. She strained against her bonds, wishing she could wrap her legs around him. He plunged, faster and deeper, until she cried out with each stroke.
Like fireworks, exploding inside her, the climax hit. Anne arched, her arms pulling hard on the restraints, her whole body shuddering with the release. “Oh, God, Jason!” she sobbed as she sank into the mattress, dizzy and gasping for breath.
When she could finally catch her breath, she kissed his shoulder awed by the intensity of the aftershocks squeezing his shaft. “I've never ex
perienced anything like that before."
"Annie, you are just entering a whole new world of experiences. Today barely scratched the surface."
"Maybe next time I won't be so impatient,” she said. “This is so new. There are times when I look at you and can't believe what is happening between us."
"I can't believe it happened so soon.” He rolled to one side then undid her hands and feet. “But I planned to do everything in my power to make it happen."
Without hesitation, she turned snuggling up against the length of his body, a post-climactic lethargy weighting her limbs. She closed her eyes and murmured, “When will it be my turn to tie you up?"
"Soon,” he said in a sleepy whisper.
Chapter Eight
Anne woke up, only then realizing she'd fallen asleep. Under her ear, she could hear the slow and steady beat of Jason's heart. His chest rose and fell in a regular, sleepy rhythm.
"It's about time you woke up!” Virginia growled, then offered a rueful grin. “But then again, I'd probably need to sleep off a climax like that too."
"Virginia!” Anne chided in a whisper. “Couldn't have given us a little privacy?"
"Girl, I wasn't any where near you. The energy you and wonder boy created shot through me like a bolt of lightening. That's not a complaint. Every contribution is gratefully received."
It was Anne's turn to grin. Her life was in dramatic metamorphosis. She wasn't exactly sure where she'd end up, but she had a feeling she was going to enjoy the ride.
"Annie, why not give Jason a taste of his own medicine or just taste him. I'm sure there are some cuffs that would fit him on the wall.” She grinned. “I'll see you later."
"Why not?” Anne eased away from his relaxed body. Even in his sleep, he protested her moving out of his embrace. She collected the fleece-lined cuffs Virginia had pointed to before she disappeared and then Anne quietly returned to the bed. She fastened the cuffs around his wrists, gently lifting each arm until she could hook them to the headboard.
She worked faster buckling them around his ankles as he muttered in his sleep. She knew the minute he regained consciousness, his eyes flew open and he jerked against the restraints.
Anne sat beside him, grinning.
"I guess I underestimated you."
"I'm a quick learner, and Virginia gave me a few pointers."
"Now, I'm getting worried,” he teased, the humor in his voice contradicting his words.
Anne swung her leg over his body, straddling his abdomen, not exactly sure what she was going to do with him. For the most part, the male body was uncharted territory. Although it was true she'd lived with Mark for several weeks, and she'd had sex with him, she'd never been able to relax enough with his nudity or her own to explore his body at her leisure, to really learn the ins and outs of what a man enjoyed. Not that he'd ever encouraged her. Once they were naked, all he'd ever wanted was sex.
"I don't really know much about a man's body,” Anne said honestly. “I think I'd just like to figure out what you like and what turns you on."
Jason's smile and the light warming his eyes were both tender and encouraging. “Be my guest."
Anne let her gaze wander over his body before she leaned over and placed her hands on his pecs, the flat of her hand exploring every inch of the gentle, yet firm, slope. His body heat seeped into palm. “You're so warm."
"I'd rather be hot.” His lop-sided grin was both boyish and sexy at the same time.
She laughed softly, a little envious of his comfort with his own body. Too often, insecurity eroded her self-confidence. She drew a circle on her palm with his nipple. She loved the way it puckered under her light touch. “You like?"
"Very much, but then I love it when you touch me, it doesn't matter where."
"Are you always this agreeable?"
Jason shook his head. “No, it depends on who's doing the touching."
"So you like this, too?” Her fingertips slalomed down his ribs and then traced a line down his sides. He jerked.
"Ticklish?” Drawing a line with her fingernail, down his side again and was rewarded with another twitch.
"You could say that. It sends an amazing sensation straight to my groin."
Sobered by his openness, she paused. Her gaze traveled up his chest until she looked into his eyes. She might not be in love with him, but she was seriously in like with him. He was a man she could admire, someone she could call friend.
"What's wrong?” Jason asked, a slight frown lining his brow.
"You are so open, so ... good to me and for me. I just wish...” Her words trailed off. “I just wish I'd met you first.” She wished he'd been her first. It would have been such a different experience.
"But if you had...” His voice trailed off. A playful smile turned up the corners of his delicious lips. “Then, we wouldn't appreciate what we've found now as much, would we?"
"You're right.” Her appreciation for his consideration, tenderness, and frankness would never have been so intense if she had met him first. She might have even taken it all for granted.
Anne moved, settling in the v created by his legs, fascinated by the sight of his partially aroused penis and scrotum. Once again she marveled at the experience. With her hands she cupped his scrotal sack, awed by the soft, yet knobby texture, of his skin. When she traveled across its curves with her fingertips, it started to swell.
As she explored his genitals, Anne's body responded. Her nipples tightened, and moisture seeped through the lips of her sex. Had she simply turned into a nymphomaniac? Or, perhaps she was finally proving what Deb had always said. That she just needed to relax, toss aside the inhibitions her mother and grandmother had drilled into her, and then find the right partner.
Her gaze lifted to his semi-aroused penis, and she grinned. “I guess we'll have to do something about this."
"You won't hear any complaints from me."
Anne smiled, happiness welling up from a private spot deep inside her. With a fingertip she traced the vein trailing up the side of his rod, then circled the helmet shaped head, finally drawing a line across the slit.
Jason inhaled sharply. “Now that's incredible."
Her fingers curled around his shaft, which was quickly filling her hand and rising from the coarse pubic hair. With her palm wrapped around him, she drew her hand up and down his rod, watching every reaction—his ragged breaths, his shoulders pressing back into the cushions, his eyes closed.
Anne watched the drop of pre-cum forming at the tip. Her hand still hugging him, she dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit, catching the clear, salty drop on her tongue.
His torso arched. “God, now that's amazing."
His penis twitched against her palm as if it was begging for attention. She dipped her head, and with her tongue traced the outline of the head, inhaling the musky scent of him, ending once again by collecting another clear drop forming at the tip.
Once again, he arched, then sucked in a ragged breath. Before his body relaxed, she took the head into her mouth, exploring the shape and savoring the taste of him, gratified by his strangled exclamation of pleasure. He lifted his hips off the bed, but his movement was restricted by the leather cuffs. She took more of him into her mouth, then drew back, imitating the intimate act, stroking his sack and losing herself to the myriad of sensations building in her body.
"I need to be inside you,” he growled, straining against his bonds.
"In a minute,” she returned.
"In a minute, I'll probably come in your mouth if you keep this up."
Anne paused, unsure if she was ready for that. She'd come a long way in a short time, but there were limits to her learning curve. Besides, this erotic exploration had fuelled her own hungry ache, so why deprive either of them of satisfaction?
She straddled him, impaling herself on his thick shaft in a single swift stroke. Their bodies met, and her breath hitched at the first wave of pleasure rising from her feminine core. With her hands on his chest for
support, she lifted her body, traveling up and down his rod, squeezing him with the barrel of her vagina. She pumped him, squeezing him with intimate muscles. His hips met her as much as his bonds allowed, matching the mating rhythm until he cried out in release.
In that instant, a shattering climax shot up through her body, erupting like a geyser from the point where their bodies touched to the very top of her head, flooding ever part of her. As the heady tide receded, she collapsed on his chest, sated and sleepy. “I don't think I'll ever get enough of you,” she whispered against the side of his neck.
"I know I'll never get enough of you,” he returned, then pressed his lips to her forehead.
His tender words and the chaste kissed warmed her spirit. Anne moved off him, and quickly undid the cuffs. She wanted to curl up against him and feel his arms around her, realizing and savoring the knowledge there was so much more to this relationship than sex. The thought both awed and frightened her. Every moment they were together forged another link, bonding them together. Anne stretched out beside him, and he hugged her close to his body.
"Don't you dare go back to sleep!"
"Virginia!” Anne exclaimed, startled by the spirit's abrupt appearance. A bright, opalescence sheen radiated from her transparent form.
Jason slipped his first two fingers and grasped the chain. “Hello, Virginia."
"As I was telling Annie,” she said, looking at Jason. “Don't go back to sleep. You've had fun with my toys, but now it's time to get down to work."
"Finding your murderer,” Jason supplied.
"This one is bright, Annie, my girl. Definitely a keeper."
"Thanks,” he said with a laugh.
Anne breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be taking the resident spirit and her unusual personality with good humor.
"I suggest we have a shower and get dressed,” he proposed, cupping Annie's breast with his hand, gently massaging the soft flesh. “Annie's luscious body is just too distracting."
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