Mastering Rayne (Club Zodiac Book 4)

by Becca Jameson

  She had shaved that evening before leaving the house. Just in case. It had been rather ludicrous to think she might encounter anyone tonight she’d be willing to be intimate with, but Rayne wasn’t the sort of person to leave the house without covering all possible bases.

  Even her pussy was groomed to perfection, nothing but a landing strip left. She’d had no intention whatsoever to find herself in a position where a man might actually see her pussy, let alone touch it, but preparing herself for the possibility had been almost as titillating as the unlimited options her self-care had awakened.

  As Colin stroked the skin of her outer thighs, she held her breath. Half of her willed him to touch her more intimately. Half of her insisted she should not do so. His sister was her client. That mattered, right? The lines were blurring. Did it matter? It seemed like it should.

  Colin slid his hands to the backs of her thighs next, and she gasped a moment before she realized he was reaching for the two ends of rope. As he pulled them between her legs, she bit her lip. When he lifted the rope ends upward as he stood, she nearly moaned.

  The ropes pushed her skirt up, pulling tight on either side of her lower lips, pressing them together while at the same time gently abrading her bare skin.

  Colin slid one hand down behind her to run the tips of his fingers along the bottom seam of her skirt. His fingers just touched the swell of her ass. “You’re still covered. No one can see anything. Sexy as hell, though.” His voice was gravelly as he stepped closer and then set his lips on her ear.

  There was no mistaking the contact. Every breath against her made her shiver.

  Colin inhaled long and slow before taking a step back and then tucking the two ends under the crossed section between her breasts. This time his knuckles grazed her nipples. Several times.

  She arched higher, feeling the increased swelling and need. She’d give almost anything for him to cup her breasts and stroke his thumbs over the distended tips.

  Instead, he tugged upward again, bringing her heels off the floor for a moment as the rope pulled tighter against her pussy.

  Oh God. She was going to come. She was so totally going to orgasm right here and embarrass the hell out of herself. There was no way she could avoid it.

  She tried to think of anything to distract herself. Anything at all. Nothing entered her mind, though. Every ounce of her concentration was on the swelling of her lower lips. She might have moaned.

  “Gorgeous,” Colin whispered as he crossed the rope over her shoulders and then rounded behind her to tuck the loose ends into the woven section between her arms. Still standing behind her, he cupped her shoulders with his hands and set his lips on her ear again. “You’re a work of art. A dozen people are watching you.”

  This made her flinch. She’d forgotten she potentially had an audience.

  “They can’t help themselves. A few of the men look uncomfortable, shuffling their feet. Some of the women too.”

  His play-by-play was not helping tamp down her ardor. Which he probably knew.

  “What are you wearing under that skirt?” he asked in a soft whisper meant only for her ears.

  She licked her lips. “Not enough.”

  “You’re flushed, and your voice is cracking.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He was right. No sense denying it. How long had it been since she was this aroused? When did she last have sex? It had been more than a year. Longer than that actually. Miami. Too long.

  Anyone would be aroused like this after that dry spell.

  Or maybe it was all Colin. She couldn’t separate the two. Nor did she want to. What she wanted right now was to come. Desperately. At a man’s hands instead of her own.

  “Would you like to see yourself?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Colin coaxed her to turn slightly to the right. Every movement drew attention to the way the ropes were rubbing against her sex and the way they hugged her breasts. His hands slid up to the blindfold and slowly pulled it off.

  She blinked a few times, but the lighting in the room was dim, so it didn’t take long to adjust. She had no idea where the mirror had come from or how she’d missed seeing it beforehand, but she was indeed standing in front of a full-length mirror that showed her exactly how gorgeous she truly was.

  Indeed, the work of art he’d insinuated was right in front of her. In her peripheral vision, she was aware of several people watching, but she couldn't take her eyes off the way her breasts were pulled high and tight. The demi-bra she wore barely covered her nipples. With each breath, her chest rose and fell, threatening to expose the tips.

  Colin stood behind her, his body flattened against her back so that her hands were even with his cock. There was no mistaking his hard-on. She would also give anything to be free to wrap her hands around it. But she was trapped.

  “Spread your legs farther, Rayne,” he coaxed.

  She did as he demanded, a soft whimper escaping her lips at the pull of the ropes that now seemed to force her sex open, spreading her lower lips apart. She didn’t think she’d ever been this aroused. If he reached between her legs and stroked her clit, she would come instantly. She considered asking him to do so. Never mind their audience.

  “Does anything hurt?” he asked.

  She glanced at his face just as he dipped his lips to kiss her neck. “No, Sir.”

  “I can smell your arousal.”

  She swallowed. Her heart was pounding now. The need to be consumed building. This was supposed to be a rope scene. Nothing else. How had it gotten so out of control? It seemed like any emotional restraint she’d ever had fled the building.

  She stared at herself in the mirror, her chest rising and falling faster, her breasts swollen and needy, her skirt barely covering her sex. Finally, she couldn’t take it another moment. “Please…”

  He set his chin on her shoulder and met her gaze in the mirror, smiling. “Mmm. I love how that word sounds on your lips.”

  She shuddered. This was Colin. Not some random Dom. And he had just transformed her into a submissive she had never known. She stared at him, holding her breath, wondering if there could be more to their relationship. Was this entire evening just a coincidence, borne from the fact that she had neglected her submissive side for far too long?

  He slid his hands over her shoulders, his fingertips dipping under the sheer fabric of her blouse and then trailing along the top edge of her bra.

  Her breath hitched. “I need to come, Colin,” she finally admitted. “Please.”

  He smiled again, his fingers dipping lower until they found her nipples. “I’ve never seen you so aroused from a scene, Rayne. Nor have I ever seen you expose yourself in public. And I certainly haven’t seen public displays of overt sexual intimacy.”

  He was right. But somehow she couldn’t find the will to care.

  “How did you get here tonight?”

  “Uber.” Was he going to send her home? If he did, she would be mortified.

  “How about I untie this rope, find you some water, and then drive you home.”

  Home? Did she want him to drive to her house? Did she want him to know where she lived?

  Since returning to Denver, she had not yet brought a single person to her home. Granted, it wasn’t like she had a pile of local friends she could invite over for movie night.

  She stiffened. The idea of bringing someone to her childhood home caused a rush of emotions to flood her system. The truth was, she’d never had anyone over, not even when she was growing up. She’d pleaded with her father many times, but he’d never relented, and eventually she’d given up. She’d been embarrassed to always be the friend who slept over at other people’s houses, but she’d learned to make up excuses—the same ones she heard her father use.

  My mother isn’t well. She needs quiet.

  She’d also learned to embellish a bit.

  My father is remodeling the kitchen. The house is torn up.

  Whatever it took to deflect people. It also meant she nev
er had incredibly close friends because she had too many secrets. She still had them. Even though she was the only person living in her childhood home now, her father’s words echoed in her head. “Don’t ask me this again, Rayne. You know it’s important to keep our private affairs to ourselves.”

  Rayne realized Colin was holding her tighter. He too had stiffened.

  She wasn’t sure what to make of his suggestion. She’d give anything to know exactly what he’d meant. Did he intend to drop her off at the door? Or was he insinuating more?

  He finally provided her with answers. “If you still feel like you’d like to come at my hand, I’ll make sure you’re very satisfied. In your home. Not here.”

  She shivered at his words. He didn’t intend to leave her in this heightened state of arousal.

  Thank. You. God.

  Her father was no longer in the house. Her mother wasn’t either. Rayne hadn’t even kept any of the staff. She’d dismissed all of them after moving back, preferring to be alone. After living on her own for several years in Miami, it unnerved her to have a housekeeper roaming around in her private space.

  Why did her father’s insistence haunt her still? There were no current secrets behind those doors. Just the past. Just Rayne. And if she permitted Colin to go home with her—him. A man she currently needed inside her.

  “Rayne?” he questioned, jarring her back to his suggestion.

  She nodded. “I’d like that.”

  He drew his fingers out of her shirt and stepped back several inches to release her from the ropes. With incredible speed, she was free, her arms dropping to her sides, the torture to her sex ending, the binding of her breasts disappearing.

  The breath whooshed out of her as she slumped into him. “How did you release me so quickly?” she asked.

  He rounded to her front, steadying her every moment with his hands until she found herself leaning against his chest. He ran a hand up and down her back. “It’s one of the things I pride myself on. Easy release. I never want a submissive to be unsafe. You could have pulled the tail of rope hanging between your hands at any moment and been freed.”

  She tipped her head back. “Take me home.”

  CHAPTER 4

  As Colin pulled up into the driveway of Rayne’s home, he took a deep breath. Probably not a quiet one.

  “Don’t get the wrong idea,” she said. “This is my childhood home. I grew up here. I didn’t buy it.”

  Thank God. He was starting to wonder how the hell she’d managed to accrue enough money to purchase something like this in the one year she’d been practicing law. Granted, he realized divorce attorneys made a lot of money, but this was outrageous.

  Nevertheless, he had an important question. “Does your family still live here?”

  She chuckled as she unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door. “No.”

  And the air he’d taken in as they pulled up slid from his lungs.

  As he jumped down from the driver’s seat and followed her up the steps to the front door, he tried to adjust his frame of mind back to where they’d been twenty minutes ago inside Roses and Thorns.

  Rayne pulled a set of keys from her purse as she approached the front door, but he reached out from behind her, wrapped an arm around her middle, and tugged her back a few steps.

  She sucked in a breath as he set his lips on her ear, his chin on her shoulder. He loved how tall she was in her heels. Maybe some men would find it intimidating for their women to wear heels that caused them to see eye to eye, but Colin thought it was an advantage. Like now. “I didn’t even know you were originally from Denver.”

  “Yeah. I was.” That was all she gave him.

  “None of the guys ever mentioned it. Nor did Sasha or Faith or Brooke.” Weird.

  She tipped her head toward the ground. “I’m a private person, Colin.”

  “You’re saying your friends don’t even know?” Very weird.

  She twisted her head to face him. “I don’t think I ever mentioned I was from Denver, no.”

  Colin knew she had dated Rowen a few years ago. They’d dated for a long time. How could anyone be together for that long and not share innocuous personal details like where they were raised?

  A thousand questions ran through Colin’s mind, but he kept them to himself. Rayne was obviously far more private than she’d mentioned or he’d realized. He would honor that. Tonight. After all, they weren’t negotiating a long-term relationship here.

  A lengthy monologue about her life wasn’t necessary or required for them to have sex tonight. Right? He closed his eyes for a moment, thoughts of Sarah filtering into his mind. Talk about secrets. That woman had guarded them close, and it had eventually destroyed their relationship.

  Rayne’s reticence unnerved him, but he needed to remind himself not everyone was Sarah. He didn’t know Rayne well enough to judge her for Sarah’s mistakes. And, he had no right to pry into her life if all she was looking for tonight was to scratch an itch.

  He did, however, need to take Rayne’s pulse. His cock had been hard from the moment he’d turned around and spotted her at Roses and Thorns. She’d been hot for him half an hour ago, but that didn’t mean with some time to think, she hadn’t changed her mind. As was her prerogative.

  Colin moved them both toward the door, but instead of letting her open it, he slid the keys from her hand, stuffed them in his pocket, and slowly turned her around to press her against the surface. Planting both hands on the door on either side of her head, he searched her face. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can stop this right here and now.”

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head, shuffling from one foot to the other nervously. “No. I mean…unless you’ve changed your mind.”

  He gave her a slow smile. “I’ve never broken a scene off like that and left a woman hanging who so obviously needed release.”

  Even in the dim light from the porch, he could see her face redden.

  “Nevertheless,” he continued, “you’ve had some time to come down from that high. You’re always free to change your mind.”

  She visibly swallowed and then set her hands on his waist, tugging him closer. “That might be the singularly sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  He shot her a half grin, lifting one corner of his mouth while furrowing his brow in confusion. “I’ll try to remember that.” And then he lowered his voice to whisper to himself, “The best way to get a woman in the sack is to tell her she can back out at any time. Got it.”

  Rayne grinned and then shrugged. “It’s hot. Don’t mock me.”

  “I would never mock you.” He slid one hand down to cup her face and stroked her bottom lip with his thumb.

  She parted her lips for him and then licked the bottom one. Shocking him, she eased one hand from his waist to his crotch and cupped his erection. Then she squeezed it through his jeans.

  He groaned, enjoying the feel of her hand way too much. Apparently she had not changed her mind. But she had turned the tables on him, and he needed to take control before she got the idea this was going to go in any direction other than with him in charge and her submitting.

  So, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

  She bit her lip and tipped her head, blinking at him all coy. “It’s much easier to readily tell if a man is still game. Unless, of course, your cock is always that hard when you scene and it has nothing to do with me specifically.”

  Yeah, it was time to take control and ensure she shut that smartass mouth of hers. He tugged upward on the wrist he held and then grabbed her other hand to haul both of them over her head. He secured them with one hand and then pressed his aching cock against her pussy. “First of all, this erection is all yours. And just so you know, I have scened with many women without getting aroused.”

  She parted her lips, but he reached with his other hand and tapped her mouth with one finger. “I’m not done speaking.” He waited a moment for his words to register, one brow lifted.


  She pursed her lips. If he wasn’t mistaken, her breath hitched.

  “Now, we were in the middle of a scene. We took a short break, but if you want me to make you scream and then sleep like a baby, I suggest you slide back into the scene, lose the sassy attitude, and remember who’s in charge.”

  She nodded subtly.

  “Good girl. Since you took the opportunity to grab my dick, it seems only fair that I should be free to slide my hand between your legs to see how wet you are. Don’t you think?”

  She swallowed again. Good. He liked her a little off balance. And she probably needed it. Needed to turn over the reins for a while. Let someone else make the decisions. Relax. She licked those full lips again and murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Spread your legs for me, Rayne.”

  She stepped out wider.

  He watched her face closely as he slid his palm down to cup her breast, hoping to keep her a little off-kilter for a while longer. He hadn’t had the opportunity to fondle her swollen tits earlier. The most he’d done was slide his fingers under the edge of her bra from the top. Anything more wouldn’t have been appropriate without the two of them having negotiated more than the rope aspect of the scene. But now.

  Now, he molded his entire hand to her breast. She rose onto her tiptoes as he flicked his thumb over the tip.

  While her mouth was hanging open and her eyes flickered, he released her globe and reached between their bodies, aiming for her pussy. Her denim skirt was short enough that it took little effort to lift it higher and reach between her legs.

  Her warmth hit him before he touched her, but the second he tugged her thong to one side and stroked through her folds, she moaned.

  She wasn’t just wet. She was soaking.

  “You’re wet, but that doesn’t mean I won’t go if you want me to.”

  She shook her head. “No. God, no. Please…”

  The begging again. He found he liked it. From her anyway. It showed a level of vulnerability she didn’t ordinarily share with the world. “Look at me,” he demanded.

  She blinked several times, her gaze landing on his.