Bound To Me (Leather #1)

by Megan Elizabeth

  As he started to walk toward her, she held one hand up. “Stop.”

  He froze, trying not to move a muscle. There was something off about her. He squinted into her eyes unable to read her past the mask. Uncertainty settled heavily in his gut. “What’s going on?”

  She smoothed her elbow length glove over her arm peeking up at him seductively. “Nothing is going on.”

  ***

  The cool exterior Addison was showing him was one of the biggest fronts she’d ever put on. He was a mere ten feet away from her, pitching a tent in the pants she’d picked out for him. The muscles in his chest twitched as he breathed steadily. If the bastard wasn’t so fuckable, she’d hit him. As it was now, one last hurrah would suit her just fine. She wanted to give Decland Wallace something to remember her by, something no other woman would give him. Addison sashayed farther into the room standing next to the padded table. She rubbed her glove-clad hand over the crisp sheets. “I thought we might play a little.”

  The devastating smile he gave her had her wanting to drop her panties on the spot. He took another step toward her. Looking like an animal on the hunt, his emerald eyes gleamed with mischief. The yearning to give into him was nearly undeniable… nearly.

  She took a small step back. Allowing herself to lean on the table, she stood with her legs spread apart, her arms extending back behind her. He looked her over like he couldn’t decide where to start. His voice came out like a hypnotic purr. “I like the idea of playing.”

  I bet you do. Addison chuckled. Holding up her hand, she crooked her finger at him. Decland exploded toward her. Like a lion he pounced on her. His hands ran up the back of her thighs. Cupping her ass, he lifted her onto the table stepping in between her legs. Desire flooded her body instantly, the wetness rushing between her legs. He might be a bastard, but damn, his hands were everywhere. Each brush of his lips against her neck was a sucking kiss that left her skin wanting more. She tilted her head back giving him more room. Her eyes fluttered shut as the heat from his bare chest seeped into her skin. He cupped the back of her neck pulling her lips toward him. When the firm plumpness of his mouth met hers, her body ignited. She wound her hands into his hair. Holding his mouth to hers, she delved her tongue past his lips to tango with his.

  She gasped as he cupped her breasts through the corset. She was losing control. Her core throbbed each time his hand brushed her thigh. If she didn’t stop this now, her plan would go to shit, and she’d let him bang the hell out of her right here, right now. Three zippers were all that stopped him from having at her completely. Tendrils of her hair fell between them as Decland freed her hair and ran his fingers through the tangled mess.

  He pulled back, pausing, his gaze soft with emotion. “I love when your hair is down.” He brushed it back from her face. Running his fingers down her cheek, he brushed his lips over hers lightly. “You look amazing.”

  The anger she had toward him started to slide away each time his lingering touch brushed her skin. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. “Thank you.”

  He placed his hand over hers. Moving it over his chest, he held it there. “I don’t like how quiet you’ve been today.”

  Her heart leapt in her chest. Had he seen her today? Did he know his doctor called her? Ice ran through her veins as she regained control of the body that belonged to him. “It’s been a busy day.”

  She ran her hand over his abs soothingly. Decland closed his eyes, his head titling back as if her touch was ecstasy. He ran his hand up her arm. Finding the edge of the glove, he pulled it down slowly then placed her hand back on his stomach. His muscles jumped under her touch.

  “I don’t want anything between us, not even a glove.” He tossed one glove over his shoulder. Addison stepped away from the table. She turned, forcing him to trade places with her. She leaned on him, backing him up to the table.

  “Neither do I,” she agreed, meaning something else entirely. She pushed his shoulders lightly directing him to lean back on the padded surface. “Lie down.”

  He chuckled as he slid himself up, watching her every move. Addison walked to the side of the table standing near his head. “Are you ready for the games to begin?”

  He seemed larger as he spread himself out, lying comfortably. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I am.”

  “Good.” She reached under the table grabbing the soft red satin strap. She reached over, kissed his hand then pulled it to the edge, where he let her wrap his wrist.

  “Is that Velcro?” he asked, watching her every move.

  Addison wrapped his wrist then pressed the large Velcro strip together. “Yes, it is.”

  She tugged on the strap making sure it was secure then walked to the other side of the table to tie down his other hand. Decland’s eyes darted nervously. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She tested the other strap making sure it was tight enough to hold him down but not cut off his circulation. “Absolutely sure. Test them out. Make sure you can’t move.”

  The muscles in his arms bulged, and his stomach flexed as he tried to pull himself free. Finally, he flopped down shaking his head. “I can’t move.”

  “Perfect.” Addison turned away seeking out the small sound panel that the owner showed her when she’d first arrived. As she found the right station on her iPod, the classical music stopped and was replaced by hypnotic music of the Kama Sutra sensual massage station she’d found while searching for the right sound. The melody was slow with a rhythm that made you want to touch each other. “What’s the safe word?”

  “The what?”

  “The word you use to tell me to stop. That it’s too much for you to handle.”

  “Hmmm.” He thought for a moment. “I don’t know.”

  “How about ‘chocolate’?”

  Decland hummed with approval. “I like that.”

  Addison turned back toward him. She forced her shoulders back, trying to collect the balls she knew she had to have to pull this off. She swallowed as she walked back toward him. His arms were pinned at his sides, and his legs were free… for now.

  “I like it, too,” she replied as she came to the foot of the table. She ran her hands up his legs. He stilled under her touch. The tension between them rose once again as the muscles in his limbs seemed to rise up to meet her fingers. She continued to rub him until he began to moan deep in his throat. His cock twitched, causing the loose pants to shimmer with each movement.

  Addison toyed with the waistband of his pants then grabbed the string, pulling it loose with slow, deliberate movements. With the lightest touch she could manage, she slipped her fingers under the waistband then dragged them down his body revealing that delicious muscular V-shape cut to his hips. The material slid farther as he lifted his waist to make it easier for her to get the pants off of him. Once he was free of his pants, his hard cock slapped down onto his stomach extending to his belly button. A small drop of liquid formed at the tip. It dripped down on to the flat planes of his abs. Addison leaned over the table running her tongue over the tiny drop of liquid. She kissed his skin. Decland strained to watch what she was doing, fighting the bonds just to hold his head up. Addison chuckled as she reached under the table once more pulling out a second set of bonds to bind his ankles. Decland let out a grunt. “Those too?”

  Addison climbed onto the table. Swinging her leg over his hip, she straddled him. “Those too.”

  “Holy shit. You’re not wearing anything under that skirt?”

  Addison nibbled on the tip of her finger, shaking her head. “No, I’m not.”

  Decland’s head landed against the table. “Untie me now.”

  She walked her fingers up his chest, making sure to grind her hips, forcing her pussy to glide over his hard length coating him in her cream. “Nope.”

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” he grunted as he attempted to thrust up into her, barely moving against her.

  “Not if you’re good,” she countered as she toyed with the zip
per that surrounded one of her breasts. “Do you want me to open this?”

  He swallowed hard then nodded. “Yes, open it.”

  Addison pulled the zipper until it came completely undone exposing her breast. She rubbed her finger over her hard nipple. Decland’s hips bucked up under her. Her hand landed on his stomach with a slap. “You’re not being very good.”

  “Neither are you.”

  “That’s the point.” She leaned over him, placing her hands on the wall, her nipple less than an inch away from his mouth. “Put your mouth on me.”

  She dragged her nipple across his lips, cupping it for him. She moaned as he opened his mouth taking the hard peak between his lips. He rubbed his tongue over her, nibbling lightly with his teeth. Addison ground her hips against him, sliding her wet heat over him. She reached over, unzipping the other cup. Her other breast fell free. Decland craned his neck to try and reach it, but he was still unable to get his lips where they both wanted them to be.

  “Give it to me,” he demanded.

  “Say please.” It was a heady sensation to be so in control of a man who controlled everything around him. She loved the feeling of having the steering wheel at some point because he sure as shit was driving their relationship to an end. It made her feel slightly better that is was going to end on her terms.

  He ground his teeth. “Please.”

  Addison cupped her other breast, presenting her other nipple to him. As his teeth grazed the hard peak, her core contracted wanting him deep within her. She rocked forward, sliding over him again. Decland tilted his head back, his eyes rolling around like it was a pleasure so acute he couldn’t take it. This gave Addison a delicious idea. She sat up taking her breast away from his mouth.

  “Hey!” he protested. “Get back here. I wasn’t done.”

  Addison shook her head. “It’s not up to you.”

  Her lips pulled up in a flirtatious smile as she reached between them, adjusting his cock so the head was pressed to her swollen clit. With the smallest movement, she moved him over her, using the tip of his hard length to massage just where she wanted it. Another bead of liquid formed at the tip. Addison swirled her thumb over it, spreading the moisture around before she pressed him back to her.

  “What are you doing?” he groaned.

  Addison moaned low in her throat as she began to rub him over her faster. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

  “Oh, God. I can’t explain what it feels like. Keep it up and you’ll have a mess down there.”

  She rubbed him over her faster. She spread her knees wider, gliding herself over his shaft, dragging her sensitive nub along him. “That’s the point.”

  Her breath hitched as her hand directed him faster. As she increased the pace, she could feel her body start to climb. It was the first time she’d used a man’s cock to masturbate, but fucking hell, it was hot. Her hand ran over him up and down his shaft as she forced herself to climb higher.

  “Shit, Peach.” His cock pulsed hard in her hand as he exploded, his seed shooting hard all over her wet core. It sent Addison over the edge. Her muscles shut tightly as she came using only the tip of his cock to get herself off. She could feel him sliding over the plump lips of her pussy. His hot seed mixing with her cream drove her closer to ecstasy. It felt like she’d opened the flood gates. As her core melted with pleasure, her inner muscles pulsed as she arched her back, crying out.

  As she glided back down to earth, she landed breathlessly against his chest. The sound of his heart hammering against his ribs mixed with his own breathlessness made her feel like for a moment they were in this together. That the connection was real. But as she rose off of him, looking at his sweat-slicked tangled mass of hair, she remembered him leaning in toward Jenna. With a huff, she lifted herself off him, his semi-erect cock falling back on his stomach lying in a pool of their mixed pleasure. Sat beside him, her legs hanging off the table.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, still breathless.

  Addison shook out her arms then rolled her shoulders. She peeked over at him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Decland craned his neck once more. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m good,” she lied.

  “You’re lying. Untie me so we can talk.” He struggled against his bonds.

  “No. We came here to have fun and that’s what we’re going to do.” She swung her leg back over his hip to emphasize her point.

  “Okay, but we have to talk after.”

  Addison didn’t answer. She leaned over, taking his lips roughly, throwing them back into the moment. He opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to mix with his once more. Once again, she melted against him, her body a slave to his touch. Her mind was whirl. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to see it through. But she knew Decland was the kind of man who couldn’t be held onto by a simple conversation. Her breath hitched as a sob broke past her lips, tears threatening to fall over her cheeks. She pulled away from him before he could see the breakdown she was about to have. She crawled up his body, allowing the zipper of her skirt to hang just over his mouth.

  “Bite it,” she commanded. She looked down as Decland wrapped his mouth around the zipper. She slid her body up allowing him to drag the zipper down with his teeth. The skirt parted then fell away leaving her straddling his face in nothing but the boots, corset and mask. “Kiss me.”

  His breath came out in a rush, blowing over her moist pussy. Addison squirmed against him as his tongue snaked between her delicate folds. With the barest hint of a lick, the tip of his tongue caressed her wet, wanting well. Addison moaned as he penetrated her with his tongue, fucking her with his mouth.

  He took a breath, pausing only to command her. “Move your hips.”

  Even tied down, he was bossy. Even so, she listened, lightly rocking forward. He hummed with approval, the sound vibrating up her core resonating with each flick of his talented mouth. She rocked over him more, riding his face like he was bull and she was the cowgirl. She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, giving him tiny tugs of approval. With each moist lap he took at her, she felt herself growing more turned on. The anger was all but forgotten as she used his body to get herself higher. As she grew closer to orgasm, she bounced off of him wanting to save the last time she came for while she was riding his cock.

  His head slammed back on the table. “For fuck’s sake, untie me so I can grab you and fuck you like you need me to."

  Addison scooted back. Straddling his hips once more, she reached between them, his hard cock standing tall between them. She looked down at him. His lips were covered in her moisture, his eyes wide as she started to slide down on him. She could feel herself parting over his cock sliding into her effortlessly. “No, we are doing this my way. Everything else is going to go your way. This is my way.”

  “What are you talking about?” His brow furrowed in question.

  Addison didn’t answer. She pulled herself up, slamming down on him hard. Decland bit his bottom lip not saying another word as she did it again. Addison bounced on him like she’d never ridden him before. There was nothing gentle about it. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed around the room as a sheen of sweat broke out over her skin. He grunted each time she came down on him, his face hard with concentration. He seemed to watch every move she made like he knew something was wrong. She didn’t want to see him; she didn’t want him to see through her. She threw her head back, closing her eyes, only focusing on the feel of him slipping in and out of her. Like a piston, he was hard and fast, hitting all the right places. She drove him deeper allowing the head of his cock to bump her cervix. It was a heady mix of pleasure and pain. Her inner muscles began to tighten around him. The muscles in her thighs screamed as she bounced harder.

  “That’s it, Peach. Let go,” he spoke through clenched teeth.

  Let go. Let go... She chanted in her head focusing on the orgasm she wanted so badly. Her back arched as it hit her like a ton of bricks
, shooting up her spine into her shoulders. Her eyes widened as she stopped moving, letting him feel her inner walls all around him, begging him for his seed. She sat motionless, the aftershocks of her pleasure rippling through her shaking body. Out of breath, she ran her hand through her hair, trying to calm down. His still hard cock sat hard and pulsing within her. His hips rocked up slightly, urging her to move. She could feel him thicken. Straining to come, he twitched hard in her.

  Addison sat up, letting his cock glide out of her. She hopped off the table and stood beside him looking down at him. She reached under the table flipping a switch that would tilt him up just enough so he could watch her. Decland looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”

  Addison bent over. Retrieving her skirt from the floor, she yanked up the zipper fumbling with it in agitation. “I spoke to your new therapist today.”

  “Oh, shit.” He pulled against the constraints. “This isn’t funny, Addison. Untie me so we can talk.”

  She ignored his demand as she scooped up one of the pieces of leather that would zip on to cover up her breast. She carefully zipped one side of herself in. “Oh, shit is right. Why wouldn’t you tell me you went to talk to someone?”