Unable to find her voice, she answered him with a nod. He took her hand, led her down the hallway, and through an opened door. She spotted the platform at the end of his bed first and ripples of wicked apprehension surged through her.
“What is that?” The words trembled slightly as she looked at him and caught the sheer domination swirling in his eyes.
“Pleasure like you have never felt before.” His vague answer only rocked her insides more. “Would you like a few minutes to figure it out yourself or are you ready for me to show you?”
She looked at the platform, at the flat, carpeted board suspended by a long single step on either side, and her heart kicked into a cadence that threatened to pound it right out of her chest. “Show me.”
He pulled her toward the object, turned her to face it, then nuzzled his nose against her ear. “Kneel on the step.”
She did as he ordered, struggling to control her shaking limbs as she lowered her knees to the step. The length of the step was long enough to support her legs from her knees to her ankles.
“Do you trust me?”
Her mind swam with visions of him shackling her to the wall, pinning her against the stilt of the pier, walking toward her with sheer menace in his eyes when she found the knife at the side of the tank. Though she knew better, she couldn’t keep the thought that this man was a prime suspect in a murder investigation from surfacing to her mind. Yet, she nodded and said what she knew he wanted to hear, tasting the truth of her own word. “Yes.”
Seconds later a black cloth covered her eyes. Blindfolded, her already rapidly thumping heart slammed into quadruple time. With her sight taken away, her other senses immediately took over. She felt the heat of his body behind her, heard his soft, even breaths, smelled his innate scent mixed with the sweet aroma of their own arousal.
“Relax,” he told her softly, his calm baritone thick with authority and hunger. “Give me control, Megan. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
She swallowed and closed her eyes behind the blindfold. “Yes.”
His hand on her back guided her forward until her body rested on the longest board of the platform. Her breast dangled over the edge, her hands flattening on the carpeted floor on either side.
She felt the warmth of his body leave her and sensed him walk around to her head. Then his long fingers closed around her right forearm, placed her hand on the step below her head, and fastened a strap around her wrist. He did the same with her left wrist, strapping her securely to the step.
She guessed what was coming next when he returned behind her, when she felt his palms glide down her thighs to her bent knees and finally her ankles. He secured her ankles in the same gentle manner he had done to her wrists, and she gasped in surprise when the step beneath her legs began to separate, spreading her bound legs wide.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he growled.
She couldn’t get a bead on where he stood anymore, didn’t know if he was still behind her or had walked back to her head. She got her answer in the next instant when he fisted a hand in the back of her hair and pulled her head up.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve stared at this thing and pictured you strapped to it this way.” His lips brushed her forehead, and he released her hair, his hands immediately closing around her dangling breasts. “Seeing it is far better than I ever imagined.”
He fondled her nipples until they beaded to tight points. “You might want to take a deep breath for this.”
Alarm raced down her spine. “Why? What are you going to do?”
“I didn’t say ask questions. I said take a deep breath.”
Megan breathed deep, the air shuddering out of her lungs a nanosecond later as intense twin darts of pleasurable pain shot from her nipples straight to her pussy. Her body barely had time to adjust to the sensation before she felt him behind her again, felt something impressively large press inside her pussy. A mewling cry left her lips as senses collided with sensations, as the orgasm started to claw its way through her channel.
A dildo, not his cock. She easily knew that, remembered the feel of him being inside her, how much wider and longer his dick had been than the object he had pushed into her. The dildo felt larger, though, with the butt plug still in her anus taking up much-needed space.
“How does that feel, Megan?”
His husky words penetrated the riot of devilish pleasure ripping through her mind and body. “Ah, God.” She couldn’t find any other words to say, couldn’t form a coherent thought around the painful bliss wreaking havoc on her soul.
“I’ll take that as good.”
She heard a smile in his voice coupled with satisfaction.
“How about this?” A simultaneous and fierce vibration started in her anus, her pussy, and on both nipples as the toys he had put inside her and attached to her began to move.
She let out a strangled scream as her body quivered from the pulsations, speeding toward a deep sea of pleasure she feared might drown her. The vibrations stopped as quickly as they had begun and she cried out again, this time in tortured protest.
“Please, Drake. Oh, God. Please.” She didn’t care how needy she sounded. She would beg if she must. Her body flamed from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, every part of her pleading for more, for a release she knew would be unlike any orgasm she had ever had.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
He teased her as he had the night before at the bar, turning on the vibrations just long enough to send her spiraling to the edge, then switching them off again. He settled into a maddening pattern, allowing her to believe he would let her orgasm, then yanking that belief away so fast her body started to weep from the sheer torture.
“I know you’ve wanted this, hungered to experience it. Is this the kind of thing you’ve masturbated to at night, Megan? Is this what your submissive demon has needed to feel truly satisfied?”
Yes. Her mind screamed the word, but she couldn’t seem to put it to voice. It was seedy, it was sinful, it was exactly what she had longed to feel almost from the moment she met him, from the instant she saw the shadows of domination in his eyes.
“I like control, Megan. I thrive on it. I’ve got a demon inside me, too, one that is feeding on seeing you like this. Damn, I’m so fucking horny right now. My cock is aching to be inside you.”
“Please,” she pleaded weakly. She wanted his cock inside her, needed to feel his powerful thrusts as he fucked her to oblivion.
“Not yet. I told you I wanted to see those pussy lips swollen for me, pouting for me. They aren’t there yet.”
The dildo stopped vibrating, and he pulled it out of her pussy. She teetered on the brink of delirium, wanting desperately to beg for it back when she felt something cool lay across her ass. The sensation disappeared almost instantly, but the sting it brought in its return drew a sound from her lips that mirrored that of a wounded animal. The next slap of the leather to her flesh fanned her pussy, spreading the stinging heat through her very core.
“Your skin is pinking for me perfectly.” The leather connected again, smacking at her sensitized pussy lips, and she whimpered. “Damn, baby, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re killing me,” she managed through gritted teeth. No man had ever treated her so viciously, so spectacularly, expertly keeping her teetering on the edge while he delivered pain and pleasure in soul-stealing amounts.
He chuckled, the bastard, and she heard something hit the floor.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m killing myself.”
She felt his hands flatten on her sides, felt the heat of his body as he positioned himself behind her, felt the coarse hairs of his thighs against the back of her own and knew he was finally naked, finally planning to fuck her. Somewhere, she found the strength to wriggle her ass and he laughed again, this time the sound huskier and more tortured.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give you what you want now. I can’t wait another second to be
inside you. Damn, woman, what you do to me should be illegal.”
“What I do to you?” she gasped in surprise. “Come to think of it, what you’re doing to me probably is illegal.”
“Then arrest me, Detective Pontius, because I refuse to stop.”
He pushed his cock inside her pussy in a single thrust that took him all the way in, immediately settling into a brisk pace that had his body slapping against hers. His groin bumped the plug in her anus on the inward thrusts, pushing it deeper as he drove his cock inside her. The combination of the penetrations, of the sounds of his ragged breaths, of the feel of his heart pounding against her back as he folded his body over hers catapulted her over the edge.
The orgasm tore through her, shaking her violently as sanity became a thing of the past. She thrashed against her bindings, screaming from the pleasure, not caring about anything but feeling his seed fill her. He gave it to her in the next instant, growling loudly as he found his own release.
Breathless, useless, Megan felt every muscle collapse as she passed out, still tethered to the platform.
* * * *
Shit, did I push her too far?
Drake struggled to get his breathing under control as he pulled his cock from Megan’s amazing pussy and pushed himself to his feet. He had felt her go limp after her orgasm, heard her breathing catch before settling into a rhythm that actually alarmed him. He walked around her, kneeled near her head, and peered down at her.
Her angelic face erased his worries. She had passed out on him. He had never had a woman do that before, but damn if she hadn’t done it twice now. Of course, the first time had been from sheer exhaustion while they were lying in her bed talking.
And what makes now any different other than the location and the fact that you just fucked her brains out?
Nothing, he supposed. He was knocking on the doors of exhaustion himself. But her comfort and well-being was his first concern.
Gently, he untied the blindfold from her eyes, took the clamps off her nipples, released the binds on her wrists, and moved to do the same to her ankles. When she didn’t even flinch as he tenderly eased the butt plug from her ass, he knew she was down for the count.
Chuckling to himself, he scooped her into his arms, a band twisting around his heart as she snuggled her cheek against his chest. She made a soft “Mmm” sound as he carried her to the bed and slowly lowered her in the center of the mattress.
He left her sleeping while he went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and returned with a warm washcloth to do the same to her. Her eyes fluttered open when he touched her pussy with the cloth, and she looked down at him through heavily-lidded eyes.
“Thanks.” She sounded hoarse, sleepy, and way too damn sexy.
He felt his cock, still partially erect, stir and tamped down the urge to sink his shaft inside her once more. Another bout of fucking like they had just done again so soon and he was liable to kill them both.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“Asleep is when you drift off to a state of unconsciousness,” she said weakly. “Fainting, on the other hand, is when you take a speed boat to that state.” Her lips unfolded in a slow grin. “I think it’s safe to say I passed out.”
Drake felt his lips twitch. “Should I apologize?”
She lifted a brow. “Would you?”
He let the smile come. “No.”
She giggled. “Good thing I wasn’t expecting it.” She stretched languidly, her sultry moan moving over his flesh like a band of silk. “That was amazing.”
“You’ll be sore for a while,” he predicted, his gaze landing on the slight welts his belt had left behind on her pussy lips. She would have a few more on her ass, and her nipples would likely be tender for a day or so from the clamps. “How do you feel?”
“Deliciously used and abused. Give me a few hours, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Drake laughed and shook his head. The woman never ceased to astonish him. “Do you want something to drink, something to eat?”
“Yes to both.”
“Anything in particular?”
“Surprise me.” She rolled onto her side, curling into a ball. “Would you bring my purse in here with you when you come back? I’m going to take a cat nap while I wait for you.”
Drake chuckled again as he headed for the door. “Sure.” He glanced back at her before he walked out. She had already drifted back off to sleep. He raked a hand through his hair and expelled a hard breath from his lungs as he walked down the hall to the kitchen.
Face it, man, you’re a goner.
Yeah, he was well and truly gone over her. It surprised him that he didn’t mind it much. He would tell her later, make sure she realized he had no intentions of letting her go. He had told her once she stepped into his house she would belong to him. What he hadn’t told her was he meant that in a forever kind of way.
* * * *
Megan felt the mattress shift behind her, but she didn’t open her eyes. She hadn’t gone back to sleep. She had simply laid there while the events of the night since she had knocked on Drake’s door replayed in her mind. She hadn’t been lying when she told him she felt used and abused, but in the most wonderful of ways. She didn’t bother to question herself on how she could have enjoyed being invaded by sex toys, spanked until her body wept for more, then fucked until she freaking passed out. She knew some women got off on being taken that way, on submitting to men like Drake and, no doubt about it now, she could definitely put herself among those “some women.” She had loved it and couldn’t wait to do it again.
She smiled. After she had a chance to recover.
She felt him lean over her. He planted a kiss on her shoulder, and excitement shimmered through her. Oh, no. Not again yet.
“You’re smiling.” Amusement laced his tone, his breath fanning the side of her neck. “Either that’s some dream you’re having or you’re ready to eat.”
Megan opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, looked up at him, and her grin widened. “Drink. Food. Sleep.” She flattened a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back as she rolled over and sat up. “What did you bring me.”
He reached for the nightstand and handed her a glass. “Sweet tea, for starters.”
“Perfect.” She took the glass and drank deep, gulping down half of it before she handed the glass back to him.
Laughter danced in his eyes and he lifted a brow as he glanced at what remained in the glass. “At least you know how to share.”
“Of course I do. Lucky for you my half wasn’t at the bottom.”
He chuckled. “Otherwise, you would have had to drink my half to get to yours. Nice one.” He snagged a plate from the nightstand and set it on the mattress between them. “I hope you like fruit. For the next course, we have strawberries, cantaloupe, peaches, and bananas.”
“I love fruit.” She picked up a strawberry and drew her bottom lip thoughtfully between her teeth before she took a bite. “You know, if you hadn’t worn me out so good, I could come up with some creative ways to use this.”
Heat sparked in his expression as he picked up a slice of peach. “So could I.”
Megan polished off the strawberry and went for a slice of the cantaloupe. “We’ll put that on our to-do list. Did you bring my purse?”
“I set it on the floor. Did you need something out of it?”
“No. I just wanted to keep it close so I would hear the phone if it rings.”
He nodded slowly. “In case Cusack calls.”
She shrugged. “Never know when we might get a break.”
“I’m glad he’s keeping you in the loop even though you aren’t officially on the case.”
“He isn’t thrilled about doing it, but I didn’t give him much choice.”
“Yeah, I saw the two of you arguing in the tank room yesterday. He looked like he was reaming your ass pretty good.”
“He knows about us.”
Drake swore under his breath. “I’m sorry.”
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“I’m not.” Megan hesitated, choosing her words carefully, and went for the truth. “I had my suspicions at first. I’ll admit there have been moments when I’ve wondered myself if you killed Paul.”
“I know. I could see it when you looked at me. Every time the suspicion has crossed your mind, it’s been there in your eyes.”
Pain moved through his gaze. Her lack of trust had hurt him. She felt an echo of that pain in her chest, twisting with a thread of guilt around her heart. “The detective in me was looking at the facts, Drake.”
“I know that, too. You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“Then I assume you also know the woman in me didn’t believe you were a killer.”
His gaze fell to the plate and lingered there for a heartbeat before meeting hers again. “What else does the woman in you believe? What is she feeling?”
Megan’s belly fluttered as her heart flipped in her chest. She knew what he was asking, what he wanted her to reveal. Should she go with honesty, tell him that she was falling in love with him? What if this was his way of making sure she hadn’t allowed that to happen? What if she told him the truth and he put an end to their relationship to prevent her from being hurt?
Music started to play from her purse on the floor, the generic ringtone she had set for unknown calls, and she pushed her questions and his aside. “Could you hand me that, please?”
He sighed, the sound one of obvious frustration, as he leaned over and snagged her purse from the floor. He handed it to her, and she dug out her phone, instinctively glancing at the screen even though she knew it would read unknown before she answered it.
“Pontius,” she said by way of a greeting.
“Megan, it’s Debbie Norman. I, um, I’m sorry for calling so late, but…”
The girl trailed off, and Megan sat up straighter. She looked at Drake and held a finger to her lips. “It’s okay, Debbie.” Drake’s brows winged up at the name. “What can I do for you?”
“About Friday night, when Paul was killed…” Debbie’s voice wobbled with nerves, and she trailed off again.
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