“If you want me, then you’re going to have to play by my rules.”
“You’re joking.”
His thigh moves between my legs, creating the friction I’ve been desperate for, and I almost cave. Almost.
“I couldn’t be more serious.”
“Kiss me, and you’ll forget your rules. In fact, you’ll forget your own name once I’m inside you.”
Cocky motherfucker.
His mouth descends upon mine, but I quickly turn my head before he makes contact. After the kiss in the lobby, I don’t doubt this man could have me screaming if he wanted to. There will be time for that later, another day, though.
“Let go of me, or your balls will discover the true meaning of pain,” I demand with a serious tone.
He licks my cheek in an obnoxious, over-the-top way, and I free myself from his hold. He chuckles while I wipe off the moisture with the back of my hand.
How is it that he’s still hot when he’s slobbering on me like a dog?
My attention zeros in on the arsenal of goodies I brought in my bag, and I move across the room to search through the toys. I’ll need a few things for what I have planned.
He humors me or relents, one or the other. “What exactly are your rules?”
Bingo! I find the first thing I need.
“Strip and put these on.”
Callen looks at me as if I’m crazy. “Those are for me? Not for you?”
“Less talking and more removal of your clothes. I thought you had balls.”
He grumbles under his breath but follows directions.
Good boy.
He toes off his boots first and then removes his shirt. I’m rewarded with the sight of broad shoulders and sturdy arms. His dark jeans follow, and he looks at me expectantly. It’s cute that he thinks he’s anywhere near the finish line.
“You’ve still got clothes on. I said, strip.”
“We’ll see if your sass holds up once I get my hands on you.” Callen smirks at me with fearlessness tipping up the corner of his mouth. His muscles flex as he removes his boxer briefs and throws them in my direction. He stands tall with his dick hard as a rock because of his desire for me.
God, this man is impressive.
“Take these and put them on.”
I hold out the ankle bindings for him to take.
Sometime while he stripped naked, he decided he was going to go along with my games because he takes the cuffs from my hands without protest. He shackles one around each ankle, and I move to secure the chain of each to the wall behind him, locking him up for my amusement before returning to the far side of the room. This one-person show I’m about to enjoy is going to be good, especially since he’s the star.
“I’m waiting. If you want me, then you’d better figure out how to make me believe it.”
“Get over here, and I can show you exactly what I want to do to you.”
He advances toward me, but the chains he’s bound to stop him short.
I shake my head. “Nope. That isn’t what I’m asking for. I want a sample of the goods before I decide to purchase. Make me want you. Make me wet without touching me.”
“You’re already wet. Come over here and let me prove it.”
“My pussy. My game. My rules. If you behave, maybe, one day, we’ll play by yours.”
Callen looks like he could spit nails, but he’s also getting impossibly harder. So, I’m not too worried about his wrath. He takes his cock in his right hand, and I give him a nod of approval.
There you go. That’s what I was looking for. Give me a show.
He spits into his palm and begins to roll it over himself. The definition in his abs taunts me as he does so. His hips move, making me think of what that would feel like if he were on top of me. I lick my lips as I undo the button of my jeans, quickly squirming free of them. My shirt follows, and his strokes get faster as my clothing is removed. The second I’m completely naked, my fingers go to my clit.
“What are you thinking about while you thrust into your own hand? Paint me a picture.”
“I’m thinking about wrapping the chains I’m connected to around your neck. How you’ll gasp for air unsuccessfully while I play with your cunt.” My fingers move faster as he speaks, “I’m thinking about shoving my cock so far down your throat that you’ll never make another snarky quip again.”
“You into danger play? I might like a little of that.” A playful smile breaks out on my face.
“I wasn’t until I met you, but for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about it. You’ve brought out the best in me.” Sarcasm laces his angry words.
“Oh, baby, we’ve yet to experience the full extent of what we could bring out in one another. Trust me on that.”
Salacious grunts burst from his throat. I drop to my knees and grab the second toy I took from my bag—a wand massager. I plunge two fingers inside me as I hold the vibrator to my clit and rock back and forth.
“I can smell your cunt, Little Bird. Give it to me. Get over here, and I can make your high so much better than that toy or your own hand.”
“You haven’t proven to me how much you want it. Make me come with your words. Do that, and I’ll be yours.”
“You’re a filthy fucking girl; do you know that? I’ve never met anyone like you. You let your friend fuck you while everyone watched. I was so fucking hard, watching you eat her pussy like a champ. I told you I was picturing cutting off your air supply, yet here you are, spread out in front of me. You’ve chained me to the fucking wall for your own entertainment. Do you have any fucking limits?”
I crawl forward on the floor so that I’m much closer to him but just out of reach. “It’s hard to have many limits when you have a dark fucking soul. I suspect you know something about that. Now, talk dirty to me and make me fucking come. I won’t ask again.”
I look up at him from my knees. The dirty thoughts should be easy to form.
“I saw you with your friend the other night, and I knew I would fuck you. I sampled her on your lips. It fucking wrecked me.”
“Keep talking.”
“When I get my hands on you, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll see stars. Your wet cunt is going to explode all over the sheets with my cock inside you.”
I moan and fuck myself faster with my fingers. His breathing picks up with each movement of my hand.
“Your fingers, that toy, or anything or anyone else will never compare to the way I’ll make you come. You’ll be my obedient fuck toy when I’m done with you. I can’t wait to have you wrapped around me.”
I hit that point of no return where everything goes blank in my head and nothing matters except my imminent orgasm. I fall apart on the floor at his feet while he continues to fuck his hand above me.
“Fuck, Rylan. Oh, fuck. It’s going to be so fucking good.”
“Come, Callen. Come with me.”
Spurts of hot cum spray across my chest as he loses his control. He grunts over and over again as he releases himself on me. I trail my finger across my chest until I have a sample and bring it to my lips and suck. I give him a show, a pornographic view of me sucking his cum off my fingers. His eyes, which are full of need, never leave me. Crawling back to my pile of clothes, I make sure to move my body seductively, giving him a glimpse at the wetness between my legs. I rise and put my clothes back over my naked flesh.
“I’ll see you around, Callen.” I dig through my purse. The damn thing has way too much shit in it.
“Wait, what? Where the fuck are you going? You can’t be serious.”
I throw my best innocent look his way. It doesn’t work. Innocence is more Tatum’s thing. My fingers find what they’re looking for, and I pull the small tube of lipstick from my purse. I reapply the dark color before using it to write my number for Callen across the mirror.
“Dead serious. I look forward to experiencing all those promises you made, though.”
I gather my stuff and sling my toy bag over my shoulder as I clo
se the door behind me. He shouts a few expletives over the rattle of chains.
Guys like him are always the same. Want what they want, never expecting the girl to bite back.
“Here…” I hand the key to Callen’s bindings and a folded fifty to the guy who checks the room tickets at the door. “In about ten minutes, could you be a doll and go unlock the guy in room two?”
He laughs while he nods.
“Thanks.”
I leave the club with Callen’s words on repeat in my head.
When that man fucks me, even the remaining parts of my dark soul might vanish.
Callen
I had clear instructions—torture Number Five before killing him and orchestrate the body’s reveal. Every one of my synapses fired immediately during this new experience. His blood staining the tarp, his eyes glassy from pain, and him screaming through the gag were all part of the dance. I was in complete control over another human being, and it made my cock hard. It was the ultimate foreplay. My dick could’ve shot bullets.
I’ve always liked what I do, and I’m good at it. Murder has never kept me up a night or haunted me. But it’s never turned me on before, which is interesting and disturbing all at the same time. I’m trying to figure out which one of the two has more weight when my fourth victim comes into view.
Number Four—a trust-fund yuppie with an unused business degree from Yale—spends a lot of time running in East Rock Park. He’s here every day, and even though I’ve been trailing him for days, I haven’t learned anything interesting about him. He emerges from his home around noon, goes to the gym, comes here to East Rock for a run, and then returns home. After, he goes out with his buddies for drinks and brings a different girl home with him each night.
The string of women makes my job more difficult. He’s rarely home alone. There is a very small window between when he puts his conquest of the night into a car service and then heads to the gym. I’ve been stalking every move he makes more closely because I might have to get more creative with this guy. I just need an opportunity where he’s alone or I can grab him without making a scene.
I. Am. A. Killer.
At least, on this job, I am.
I recently spent time down in Florida, where I was essentially a babysitter, but even that contract didn’t end without blood on my hands. I do everything from security to very specific contract jobs. Either way, I’m the guy you call when you’re not taking the socially acceptable ways of handling a problem.
I almost turned this job down though. For one, all of our communication has gone through a third party—a contact I’ve worked for several times before. I’ve had no face-to-face or one-on-one communication with the actual client. And, two, this client has a number of demands that makes things more difficult. Normally, if I’m contracted for a job like this one, I like to get in and get out in the quickest and cleanest way possible. The theatrics of this job might concern me, but straying from my norm is bringing about an electrifying charge. I’m now thankful I didn’t blow it off.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her, and everything about her takes my focus off Number Four. Rylan sits in the shadows of an arch of the monument on top of the hill. A notebook sits in her lap, but her attention seems to be off in the distance somewhere. Her long hair blows in every direction from the heavy wind. I’ve been on edge since she left me chained in that fucking room. My balls have ached for two days. I was fucking livid when the doorman came to unchain me, but it didn’t matter. I can’t get her out of my head. She’s a fucking firecracker, and I want her more now than I did before her little stunt.
I don’t think she even realized it, but she moaned my name while grinding against that fucking vibrator. It was me she was calling out to as she came. That image of her has taken over my thoughts late at night. I won’t rest until she’s calling my name because it’s my cock inside her. I’m charging in her direction before I’ve even instructed my feet to move. Her twisted, hard-to-get games have my body on one track, and it wants me to pay her back for leaving me high and dry.
“It’s a good thing we’re in public, Little Bird. After the way you left the other night, I’ve done nothing but fantasize about all the ways I can teach you a lesson,” I speak into her ear from behind with my hands tightly gripping her waist.
She jumps but quickly calms when she connects the dots. “I don’t think we know each other well enough for nicknames.”
“I don’t know you well enough for a nickname but well enough to watch you come?”
“You met me in that club. You’re not the only one there who has seen me get off. Sex isn’t that personal for me. So, don’t flatter yourself.”
I sit in the arch next to her. Her sight remains forward while mine lands on her.
“Then, what’s with the head games?”
“They’re not head games. They’re sex games, and there’s a difference. Do you still want me?”
“Do you just want to hear me say it? I want you. It’s no longer a matter of want. The only question is, When?”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“That caveman talk is what put you in those chains. At times, I’ll crave being dominated sexually, but no one will control me outside of sex. You needed to really understand that. Besides, after my little stunt, if I let you into my panties, it will be that much better.”
“So, you get all the control, and the people who fuck you get nothing?”
She finally turns to look at me as her bottom lip twists between her teeth. “No, it’s about mutual understanding and communication. You are already thinking up my dirty payback, and the idea of giving you control after making you wait is hot.”
All I heard was the part about giving me the control. She’s right, though. Her little stunt did crank up the sexual tension between us. I can barely sit here with her without wanting to fuck her. The charge for public indecency would be worth it.
“But I dictate who gets my body and how. I decide whom I give that control to and when. If I choose to, I decide if I keep that power. Not anyone else. Sex is about freedom to me, and I won’t bend on that. Are we clear?”
“You are seriously like no one I’ve ever met, Little Bird.”
“I need your words. Are we on the same page?”
“Caveman shit, bad. Mutual understanding shit, good. I got it.”
She rises from the arch, and my eyes zero in on her tits. They’re big and round, and they look even better with my cum spread all over them. My cock twitches with the memory of the sight.
“Meet me at the club on Tuesday. Callen, you’ll have the control that night, so you’d better use it wisely.”
Two more nights, and she’s all mine.
She walks away, and I realize I completely forgot about Number Four. My head turns from left to right in search of him, but he’s gone. Fuck, if I hurry, I can probably catch him at his house before he heads out for the night.
This girl and her voodoo sex pull are fucking with my life.
My plan, Tuesday night, just got even more intense for her.
I’ll enjoy every second of demanding that she cave to my will, no matter what her sex rules say.
Rylan
“You left him there? Seriously?” Tatum gawks at me.
I’m momentarily distracted by her headband, which has cat ears on it. We sit at our regular coffee shop. The look of shock on her face is priceless. I called her, ready to burst, wanting to talk about Callen. Energy flows through my veins like a current.
Between the kiss Callen and I shared and our conversation after he caught me in East Rock Park yesterday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being with him.
“Yes, seriously. I’m a girl who likes sex; it doesn’t mean I’m an object. There are men who view sexual women as less than, as targets. I’m neither. I’m a sexually curious woman who is in charge of my experiences.”
A bird. I’m spreading my wings and flying free above the ground.
“So, what happens at the c
lub tomorrow night?”
“Whatever he wants to happen. There is nothing that man could do to me to make me use my safe word.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Apples.”
Blush flushes over Tatum’s cheeks, and I burst out laughing. She gives me a shy smile that causes me to want to make her blush over and over again. We’ll find her inner kinky girl, and I’ll enjoy every second of her journey. She just needs to figure out what she wants to try next.
“I’m going to make you an apple pie this summer. Connecticut has great apples, and I’m a really good baker. I won a contest at a fall festival when I was in college. You’ll love my pie.” She’s nervous and awkwardly rambling.
I can’t resist. I just can’t. I can’t let the pun go.
“Tatum, I’ve already sampled your pie, and there is no doubt it would win contests.”
Her mouth drops when she realizes what she said. I love the innocent reactions from her. I still can’t believe she’s the same girl who did all the things she admitted to in our anger management sessions. Although I wouldn’t have guessed her fantasy was to fuck a woman up against a wall with a strap-on, but she definitely did that.
“Pears, peaches, plums, cherries, and apples are members of the rose family of plants, and the science of growing them is called pomology. Most people use about two pounds of apples to make a pie, but I use three. Apples—”
“Tatum, you’re vomiting words. I’m not even going to ask why you have all that useless knowledge about fruit inside your head. Let’s move on before you have an aneurysm.”
“Right, sorry. Awkward habits die hard.”
“So, do you want to come to the club tomorrow, too?”
Tea spews from Tatum’s nose. Ouch, that had to burn. I hand her a napkin.
“You want me to join you and him? In a room? For sex?” she frantically spits the words out while she swipes the napkin over her mouth.
I can’t help but giggle. I wasn’t even trying for a reaction that time.
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