Wicked Ties (Steele Security Series)

by Justice, A. D.

  “This dress is in my way,” Bull’s eyes flicked to hers, full of desire and wicked determination. His big hands moved slowly up her body, pushing the dress against her body, feeling every inch of her on his quest. He threw the dress over his shoulder and then took her hands in his. Pushing them above her head and holding them with one hand, their mouths met again as his other hand searched for something just out of her view.

  The silky satin sensation on Chaise’s wrist didn’t register in her brain at first because all the nerves firing in every other part of her body. By the time she realized what he was doing, both of her wrists had been tied to the headboard. There was very little slack in the cloth, and no matter how she moved, she couldn’t reach Bull to touch him with her hands. She was both confused and excited at the possibilities. While she really hadn’t known him long, everything she saw in him told her to trust him.

  “Relax, Chaise. I won’t hurt you. Far from it—you’ll be begging me for more,” he guaranteed.

  Her answering sigh was all he needed as her signal of surrender.

  “That’s my girl,” he praised her with a deep kiss as his hands roamed over her breasts. Finding her nipples, his fingers gently squeezed, then rolled, and squeezed again while his tongue plunged deep in her mouth. He was marking her, claiming her, and owning her every sense, her every reaction and her every desire.

  Chaise’s body reacted wildly, her chest arching up to push her breasts deeper in his hands. Her hands struggled against her restraints, wanting to touch him and feel him, but her manacles both prevented it and served to heighten her senses. She was pleasurably surprised at how her body responded to being tied, how her mind gave over to complete submission for him to do as he willed, and knew that she would enjoy every second of it.

  When his hand left her body, she immediately missed the warmth and bliss it created. Opening her eyes, she saw a black velvet object in his hand and looked at him quizzically. He smiled assuredly and lightly stroked her cheek with it.

  “Trust me, Chaise,” he asked and commanded at once. Reassured by his eyes, she nodded and he slipped the mask over her eyes. “You’ve never been blindfolded before?”

  “No,” she breathed heavily.

  “All you have to do is relax. I will do the rest….until you fall apart in my arms and become completely mine.”

  “Oh, god,” Chaise gasped.

  “You can call me Bull….or Colton…,” and Chaise could feel his smirk without even being able to see his face.

  “I’m going to call someone else if you don’t get busy,” Chaise deadpanned.

  “Over his dead body,” Bull retorted.

  Before Chaise could say another word, she felt his warm, wet tongue lightly dragging down her neck and leaving chills and fire in its path. The warmth left her body for a second and then her left nipple was sucked into his mouth. The sensation of warm wetness combined with the light scraping of his teeth over her sensitive erect buds was exhilarating. The hold increased and a loud popping sound reverberated throughout the room as he released her nipple from his mouth.

  Another moment of emptiness passed before his mouth found her other nipple, lavishing the same attention on it. His hand trailed down her body, between her breasts to her stomach, and circled her belly button before moving on. Bull purposely moved his hand to cup her mound, claiming it as his without saying a word. His fingers fanned out against her skin as his mouth continued to work its own magic on her breast.

  When his fingers touched the inside of her bikini line, Chaise’s legs unconsciously spread to give him better access. He traced lazy patterns on her skin, exhibiting both his self-control and his control over her body’s reaction to him. His hand stayed in place as he repositioned his body lower on hers. His warm tongue tasted her skin across her abdomen, her ribs, and down to her hipbones. She could feel his warm breath blow across her core and it made her wish her hands were free so she could force his head where she desperately needed him to be.

  “Are you wet for me, Chaise?”

  If I weren’t already, I would be now, Chaise thought. But the only response she could formulate was to answer in an approving moan.

  “I better check,” Bull whispered, his breath fanning out across her core, his razor stubble grating across her soft skin like an erotic form of sandpaper.

  “Colton, I’m- ooooh,” Chaise’s thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Bull’s finger tracing the delicate folds of her center. She felt his hand on the back of her thigh, bending her knee and pushing it toward her. Then his hand was on her other leg, bending and pushing it up and out of his way.

  “Mmmm, Chaise. It does look like you’re ready for me. I think I should taste you first, though,” he tormented. As he spoke, his lips brushed against her—teasing, torturing, and increasing her desire with every word. She bucked her hips toward him in an attempt to rush him along. His response was his tongue laving her from bottom to top, circling her clit, and sucking it into his mouth.

  Forgetting her hands were bound to the headboard, she pulled hard in her attempt to fist his hair. She moaned in both approval and frustration and felt his light chuckle between her legs.

  “Relax, Chaise. Just feel it, babe,” he gently chided her.

  “I want to feel you, Colton,” she pled.

  “Oh, you will feel me, Chaise,” he assured her.

  “I mean with my hands.”

  “You will love this. Trust me.”

  Bull didn’t give her a chance to reply before his fingers found her innermost core and he thrust one deep into her soft channel. Her hips rose in response, her muscles contracted and pulled him deeper into her as she pulled on the satiny binds. His hand moved slowly at first, in and out, then he increased his tempo and Chaise rode his fingers, the wave of her orgasm building inside.

  His second finger entered on the next thrust as her hips rose to meet his ministrations. Faster and harder, he kept upping his tempo until Chaise cried out his name in ecstasy and the evidence of her climax soaked his hand. Bull continued stroking her clit in circular motions as she came down from her high. Her breathing was ragged and fast, her skin was a beautiful blush color, and tiny beads of sweat covered her.

  Bull remained still for a moment, committing her every line and curve to memory.

  “Colton?” her small voice penetrated the silence.

  “I’m here,” he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps down her arm. He stood and shed his clothes quickly.

  Chaise hummed with pleasure when his body covered hers and he seated himself between her legs. The feel of his erection on the side of her leg was breathtaking and the anticipation was stimulating. The mask kept his actions hidden so she never knew what he would do next. The release of giving over all the control she exuded in everyday life was exciting. No decisions, no consequences, no cares—just a love of life and everything he offered her.

  Chaise heard the crinkling of a wrapper and Bull’s ragged breaths nearby. She felt the tip of his sheathed manhood at her core, waiting for entry. His arms wrapped under and around her legs, pulling them up and readying her for his welcomed intrusion. Her hands curled into fists, holding on to the sash that held her hands captive. She felt Bull’s hand move from her leg but she held it in place. The mask over her eyes was slowly removed and she blinked, slowly opening them to see him suspended over her.

  “I want to see your eyes. I want to know the exact moment that you surrender to me…the very second you realize that you belong to me,” his bedroom voice whispered.

  Chaise’s breath seized in her chest at his words. He slowly surged his hips forward, entering her wet core, and sliding in one glorious inch at a time until he was fully inside her warm, wet channel, filling her and stretching her to accommodate his size. He moved decisively slow, feeling her muscles’ every quiver and contraction around him, pulling him in deeper and holding him with a firm grip.

  His eyes never left hers and she felt him reach deep inside her—physically and e
motionally. And she knew what he meant. She knew immediately that he had touched her as no man had before. Even if she thought she’d been in love before, it was childish and immature compared to the barrage of emotions that flooded her at that moment. How could she explain it to anyone else when she didn’t even understand? It couldn’t be love—she hadn’t known him long enough.

  But there was a connection to him that she couldn’t break and there had been from the start. Even though he didn’t trust her. Even though she hadn’t told him everything—he knew that—but he still protected her, he still kept his word, and he still honored his commitment. Now, he wanted her in his bed, he wanted in her head, and he wanted to own her. Even as independent and self-confident as she’d been for the last several years after getting out from under her father’s thumb, she wasn’t the least bit offended by his declaration.

  She didn’t believe it was a total domination statement. It was simply to let her know that he was staking his claim on her. That he wouldn’t share her with anyone else. He meant that the intimacy was between them only and not meant for anyone else. The feeling of belonging to someone in that sense, of surrendering all to him to love and care for her, wasn’t so scary. It was comforting and fulfilling. She just hoped she was right, because he owned her, he possessed her, and she willingly surrendered to him.

  His tempo increased, moving in and out of her soft sheath with reckless abandon. His long, thick shaft filled her completely, plunging into her and hitting her cervix until the intensity built so high, so strong, that she screamed out his name before she even realized the words were leaving her mouth.

  “Colton! Oh God!”

  His appreciative groan in response sent chills down her spine, “Damn, you feel so good, Chaise.”

  Chaise was still riding the high of her orgasm, unable to fully come down because he continued to rain down his pleasurable torture techniques on her. She knew she was done for when he leaned down and murmured in her ear.

  “I’m not finished with you yet, Chaise. This is only round one.”

  Without giving her time to respond, Bull sat up, pulled her legs up to his shoulders, and deepened his angle. The more she screamed, the harder he drove into her, over and over until she was completely spent and limp under him. With a final thrust and resounding scream from Chaise, Bull stilled and emptied himself into her. She felt his manhood pulsing and pumping into her of its own accord. His eyes stayed glued to hers, never releasing her gaze as his hand deftly released her hands from their binds.

  Repositioning her to lie in his arms, she curled up beside him with their arms and legs entwined. Content, thoroughly sated, and completed drained of all energy, she quickly fell into a deep sleep against Bull’s warm body.

  Bull stayed awake, listening to her breathing while he tried to keep his thoughts from racing. He had never allowed a woman he was involved with spend the night at his place, and he’d certainly never gone to sleep with one in his arms. But something about their union felt different. Even though he knew she was still holding something back, he could only hope he wasn’t wrong about her.

  The next morning, Bull woke to an empty bed and felt the instant alarm run through him like an electric current. Chaise had slept with him the night before and he hadn’t felt her leave the bed. Something about her was definitely throwing him off his game. Slipping on his lounging pants, he silently moved down the hall and found her in the kitchen again. She was sipping on a cup of coffee, reading the paper and was fully dressed. For work.

  “How did you get the paper? It was outside and the alarm was set,” Bull smarted.

  “Well, good morning to you, too, Colton. Yes, I did sleep well, actually—I slept like a rock. You know, you are so warm it was like having my own electric blanket! Would you like some coffee?” Chaise spoke like there was no reason for concern and like he hadn’t just completely chastised her without so much as a good morning first.

  They stood staring at each other for a moment until Chaise couldn’t keep her eyes from roaming over his broad shoulders, firm chest, and chiseled six-pack. Her eyes trailed down the muscled V that disappeared into the waistband of his pajama pants. Her coffee cup was frozen at her lips as her eyes devoured the luscious scene standing before her.

  Bull’s lips quirked up in one corner as he shifted his weight to one leg, placed his hand on his hip, and leveled his eyes at her. When her eyes met his, she blushed, the bright pink color filling her cheeks and neck. She smiled behind her coffee cup and quickly lowered her eyes as she took a sip.

  “Oh, look at the time! I need to get going or I’ll be late for work in the Miami traffic!” Chaise tried to hide her ogling and announce her departure with one statement. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bull’s stance immediately change. Opening his legs farther apart, he crossed his muscular arms over his expansive chest and glared at her menacingly. Chaise pretended to not notice the difference in his demeanor.

  “First of all, how did you disable my alarm?” Bull growled.

  “I didn’t—Shadow did. He brought something by for you,” Chaise answered with an incline of her chin toward a large envelope on the coffee table.

  “Okay. And I already said you’re not going to work today. It’s too dangerous,” Bull commanded. “And don’t forget your missing intern.”

  The suspicion in his tone was like a literal slap to Chaise’s face. She physically recoiled from the sting of his words and inflection of his voice. There it was and it may as well have been written in stone—he still didn’t believe her. Not completely anyway. After everything Shadow and Rebel had recently found that corroborated her story, and after their night together, he still doubted her.

  Tears stung the back of her eyes and she swallowed hard, holding them back. She resolved that she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he hurt her as much as he did. Chaise calmly walked to the sink, poured out her coffee, put her cup in the dishwasher and grabbed her purse off the counter. She walked directly up to Bull, who was now completely blocking the doorway and her exit route.

  “Chaise, I can’t let you go,” Bull’s tone softened, obviously aware of his mistake but not taking full ownership of it. His stance, however, was still threatening and unyielding.

  “You can’t stop me,” Chaise retorted, emphasizing each word. “I’m not arguing with you, Colton. I am going to work and acting normal. Kindly step aside—you can’t hold me against my will.”

  Bull drew in a deep breath, straightening his back and pulling himself up to an intimidating height. Letting out an exasperated huff, he stepped aside to give Chaise just enough room to squeeze between him and the doorjamb. Seizing the opportunity before he changed his mind, Chaise moved into the tight opening. Suddenly, both of his muscular arms came up on either side of her, boxing her in and preventing her from moving any more than to breathe.

  “Chaise, I can’t let you put yourself in danger,” he said, his voice low but with a touch of tenderness to it. Her chest tightened in response, wanting to feel the intimacy he implied but the sharp sting of his prior words was still fresh.

  “You can’t stop me from doing anything I want to do, Colton. It’s as simple as that. I’m leaving now,” she stated firmly, meeting his eyes with her defiant glare.

  While he was temporarily stunned, and before he could respond, she quickly ducked under his massive arm, slid her body against his, and walked quickly to the front door. She noticed that he made no attempt to stop her that time. She assumed he had done his duty—he had tried to stop her and she refused. It was by her very own decision, but part of her had foolishly hoped he would chase after her. The other part of her knew that was ridiculous since it was what she wanted to do in the first place and she made that clear.

  And this is why relationships never work. We’re all damn crazy, she thought to herself as she got in her car. When she looked up, she saw Bull watching her from his front porch. His arms were crossed over his chest and his legs were spread in his fighting
stance. But the look in his eyes stopped her. His eyes were fixed on her every move as if he was daring her to carry out her plan against his will. She couldn’t explain—or escape—the feeling that she was betraying him somehow by simply doing what she’d planned to do all along. Work.

  Remembering that she was still mad at him, she quickly put her sunglasses on, cranked her car, and pulled out of his driveway. Chaise couldn’t help but wonder if she would be welcome back at his house at the end of her workday. She decided to cross that bridge when she came to it—she already had enough to keep her busy and stressed for the day. She would decide what to do about Colton Lanier later.

  Pulling into the parking space, she took a few deep, calming breaths before gathering her stuff and walking into the building. She knew she’d been followed before going to Noah’s wedding and she was sure it was because of what she’d found on the job. But she didn’t want to show her hand just yet. She wanted to make them think she hadn’t realized what she’d come across yet so that she could keep digging. She wanted them to still feel smug and secure in their activities so they wouldn’t change them, essentially losing Aura forever. She felt responsible and wanted to find the young girl before it was too late.

  Strolling into the building like she belonged there, like every other morning, she smiled and said hello to the security guard at the front desk. He smiled and responded as he normally did. She breathed a sigh of relief and she moved past him and on to her office. Putting her things down, she looked around her office to see if anything had been disturbed, but everything was exactly as she’d left it. If anyone had been snooping, they were experts because not one paper was out of order in her neat, organized world.