Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission

by Shiloh Walker

  “Neither. I had laser done a few years ago.” She swallowed, staring at his hand as he stroked the tip of his finger against her curls.

  “Hmmm. Damn, that’s sexy. I want you to watch.” He leaned back a little as he pushed one finger inside, making sure both of them still had a good view as he began to stroke her. She clenched around him, the walls of her pussy hot and sleek, milking him.

  “I want you to tell me when you’re close to coming.” He began to tease her clit with his thumb, and savage satisfaction tore through him as she bucked against his hand, crying out his name.

  “Drake…” She slammed her hands down, gripping his thighs.

  “That’s it, baby. Move, let me feel it…”

  She rocked against him, her head falling back. “Please…Drake—”

  “Are you close?” He bit her neck, sucking lightly. Adding a second finger, he started to twist his wrist. “Tell me, Tawny…”

  “Oh, fuck—now.” She arched her back. The muscles in her sheath clamped down tight around him and he grimaced, imagined how it would feel if she’d clenched down like that around him, milking him that way…

  She sagged against him and he groaned, pressing his head against her shoulder. “Damn it, that was beautiful,” he muttered.

  He gripped her hips and rocked against her.

  She caught his wrists, still shaking, still shuddering in the aftermath.

  He waited until her breathing calmed before he eased her skirt down. “I think that counts as making it to third base, right?”

  “For me, yeah.” She rolled her head against his chest, craning around to peer up at him. “Not for you.”

  “I’m okay.”

  “Maybe I want you more than okay.” She licked her lips and then squirmed forward until she could stand.

  Before she could turn around, though, he caught her hips, held her there. “We don’t need to do anything else tonight, baby.”

  “And what if I want to?” She glanced back at him. Her eyes were dark and luminous, her smile just a little wicked. “That was the first climax I’ve had in over two years, and I’m also a little lightheaded from the wine. I want to enjoy it.”

  Drake grimaced. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

  “And I’m trying to talk you out of it.” She caught his wrists and tugged, trying to get him to let her go. “I don’t want to have sex tonight, but I want to mess around more. What’s wrong with that?”

  “Shit.” He took a deep breath. “Fine. But I want to see you bend over the table in front of you. Put your hands on it.”

  She stiffened.

  “You want to mess around? I want to see that pretty little ass of yours.”

  She shuddered and then took a step forward to bend over.

  Drake stood up, grabbing the hem of her skirt and pushing it to her waist, baring her butt. Standing, he gripped her hips. “Remember how to make me stop?”

  “Yes.”

  He bumped his hips against her ass, imagined that he was taking her, slowly feeding his cock into her glistening wet folds. She was hot. Hot and wet and he wanted her so bad.

  She was panting. Hungry little moans fell from her lips. Using his thumbs, he spread the cheeks of her ass, eyed the tight pucker of her ass. “I think I’d like to take you there sooner or later,” he whispered. “Would you like that?”

  “I…” She groaned, shook her head. “Ah, yes. Yes, I want that.”

  Somewhere, she knew she was afraid, but it was distant, comfortably hazed by wine, by lust, by need.

  Drake kept nudging her along, bit by bit, keeping her off balance and not letting her mind settle.

  She wiggled her hips against him, hunger, a hollow, empty ache inside her.

  “Please,” she whimpered, although she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

  He stopped.

  She cried out.

  He had her turn around and she wobbled, her legs weak, her heart racing. He caught her hands and lifted them to his belt buckle. Then he waited. Letting her decide. She fumbled a bit as she freed him, unsure what he was going to do, unsure what she’d be able to do. She’d already done more than she’d thought she could.

  Kent—

  One hand tangled in her hair. “Stop.” His voice was hard and flat and he tugged on her hair until she had no choice but to look at him.

  “What?”

  “You’re thinking. No thinking, not right now.” He wound her hair around his fist and then looked down. “I want to see you go down on me.”

  She caught her breath and then nodded.

  But when she would have gone to her knees, he caught her, guided her to the edge of the coffee table. “Cross your legs for me. I want to see you sitting there like a little lady, squirming when you get hot for me again. Yeah, that’s it. Perfect,” he muttered, reaching down to wrap one hand around himself. Then, still gripped her hair with his hand, he guided her mouth to his cock. “Open for me… That’s good…”

  She shuddered at the taste of him, swirled her tongue around the rounded blunt head. This…now, this was relatively easy. She sucked him deep, taking him until the head bumped the back of her throat, reveling in the way his hand tightened in her hair, in the way his big body shuddered.

  He reached up with his other hand, cupping her cheek. He eased back, then surged forward. The sheer dominance, the sheer carnality of it had her quaking, all but dying with need.

  “Look at me,” he rasped.

  She rolled her eyes upward, staring at him as best she could.

  “You like this?”

  She gave a small, awkward nod and then groaned as he pushed himself back inside.

  She had always loved this—loved the feeling of power she got from sucking Kyle off. And apparently Drake enjoyed it just as much—he was moving faster, surging just a little deeper. She winced and he slowed.

  “Too deep,” he muttered. “Sorry.”

  He fisted one hand around himself, marking her limit. Then he started to move against her, rocking against her mouth and guiding her head as well. “Damn, you’re good at that—I love your mouth, love fucking it like this. I can see why you’ll make a perfect fuck toy with that mouth, baby.”

  Heat gathered between her legs, threatened to explode. Ignite. She clenched them together, unaware that she was starting to squirm, just as Drake had mentioned.

  She tried to ignore the heat, focusing on him, sucking him harder, faster. She took him deeper—

  He growled, crowded in closer. Harder. Faster—

  “I’m going to come, Tawny. Do I come down your throat or stop?” The hold on her hair eased enough that she could pull away.

  She responded by catching his hips and taking as much of him as she could.

  Beautiful—so damn beautiful.

  She was squirming, just like he’d hoped she would, her legs pressed together, her hips rocking. She was flushed, too, the blush spreading up from the vee of her blouse up over her neck.

  Her lips stretched wide around his cock and she hummed as she took him to the back of her throat, the vibration shooting all the way down to his balls.

  “Tania, damn it…” He groaned, his head falling back.

  This was every wet dream, every late-night fantasy, and every lonely day dream he’d ever had—Tania, here, with him…even it was just for a while, and even if it was for the wrong reasons.

  No, don’t think about that right now—.

  Just think about her.

  Just her and that hot, sweet mouth…

  The top of his cock felt like it was going to come off, he thought, shuddering as he climaxed, shooting off in her mouth. She continued to move, taking it, sucking it, then swirling her tongue across his head, working every last drop from him before she swallowed and pulled away.

  His legs felt like they were going to buckle and he sank onto the couch, staring at her with a dazed look.

  Shaken, he closed his eyes. “Damn.”

  When he looked back at her a minute
later, she was smiling and the shadows that had darkened her gaze for the past few years were gone. It wouldn’t last, he knew, but it was a step.

  “I think that alone could ruin me for other women,” he said.

  Hell, she had ruined him for other women, but that had happened years ago.

  He’d tried for a light tone but failed.

  She licked her lips, like she was lingering and enjoying his taste. Then she grinned at him. “I liked that.”

  “I can tell.” He couldn’t stop from smiling back. His cock twitched, stirred against his belly. “You might want to enjoy it a little less obviously before you tempt me hard again.”

  She continued to smile, lifting her hands to smooth her hair back. The movement lifted her breasts, drew her black shirt against her nipples—nipples that were tight and hard.

  “You’re turned on,” he whispered, staring at her erect nipples.

  Blood turned her cheeks pink.

  “Answer me.”

  “Was it a question?” she replied. Then she shrugged and nodded. “Yes. I liked doing that to you. I’ve always liked it, but that was easy. I felt…well, in control.”

  “You couldn’t be in any more control if you had me on my knees. You damn near turned me into putty,” he said honestly. “Unbutton your shirt.”

  She blinked.

  And just like that, the wariness returned.

  Drake lifted a brow. “You ready to call it quits for the night?”

  She chewed on her lip for a second. Then shrugged and reached up and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black lace bra. The bottom halves of the cups were opaque, solid, lifting her breasts and pushing them together and up. The tops of the cups were lace, revealing her erect nipples.

  “Nice.” He sat up, moving slowly, giving her a chance to back off, to call it quits. She didn’t, just watched his hands as he pushed the lace and silk down below her breasts. “Pretty tits,” he whispered, staring at her face and watching to see what she did.

  Her mouth fell open on a gasp and her eyes went dark and glassy.

  “I want to get you off one more time, want to know that you’re thinking about me, about what we can do, what I can do to you.” He caught her nipples in his fingers, plucked them lightly. “How do you like to be touched here?”

  “Harder than that…just a little.”

  As he pinched her nipples this time, her head fell back on a ragged groan.

  “Nice, very nice…”

  “Drake, please.”

  “How do you want me to get you off?” he asked. “With my hands? With my mouth?”

  “I…I don’t care. Just…please…”

  “Lay back.” He waited until she did, then he pushed her legs open, forced her knees to bend. “I want you to grab your ankles, hold them.”

  She stared at him, panting.

  “Do it.”

  Slowly she reached down, grabbing her ankles, holding them tight against her ass.

  “Now, pretend…just pretend,” he whispered gruffly. “You loved being restrained before. Think about how hot you used to feel…and I can tell you that you were damn hot. Damn sexy. Just like you are now…pretty lady…”

  Her lashes drooped over her eyes, her face flushed.

  “That’s it. You’re all tied up for me now and I love it. But remember, if it gets to be too much, you can let go, at any time, and it’s done. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Her voice shook and he saw the nerves darken her eyes. Nerves, fear…

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded jerkily.

  Stroking one hand down her inner thigh, he bent over her, nuzzled her naked sex. “You smell hot,” he growled. “Are you hot for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then tell me…tell me you want me, tell me you want my mouth on you.”

  “Drake…I want your mouth on me, please…” She cried out the last part and arched her hips up.

  He groaned and pressed his mouth against her, slipping his hands under her ass and lifting her up. “Yeah, you do, don’t you?” He pressed his mouth to her.

  She shrieked.

  Curling his tongue around her clit, he groaned as she shuddered and pressed herself harder against his mouth. “Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re hot, all right. All tied up and open and ready for me to fuck, aren’t you?”

  “Yes…please…oh, please…”

  Drake squeezed her ass tighter, lashed down the vicious hunger raging through him. She was so hot, so fucking hot and wet, and when he looked from the corner of his eye, she was still gripping her ankles.

  He could have tongued her all night. She arched against him, her spine bowing up.

  “I like your taste,” he rasped, looking up at her. “I don’t think I want you to come yet.”

  He nibbled at her inner thigh and listened as she cried out, her voice frustrated. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  Lifting his head, he looked at her and glimpsed her fingers uncurling from one ankle. “Are you letting go?” he asked her, resting his chin on her pubic bone.

  She groaned and gripped her ankles, arching her hips higher. “No—damn it, Drake, put your mouth back on me.”

  He kissed her pubis. “Where…here?”

  “No.” Her head thrashed on the table.

  He nuzzled her curls. “What about here?”

  “No, damn it!”

  “Tell me,” he ordered.

  She bit her lip and then groaned. “My pussy, damn it. Put your mouth on me there.”

  “Good girl…” He licked her, pushed his tongue deep, shuddered as she keened out his name and bucked against him. Then he lifted up, growled, “Although maybe I should say bad girl.”

  Pushing one finger inside her, he looked up at her. “Are you a good girl or bad girl, Tawny?”

  “Whatever you want me to be,” she panted, rocking up against him. “Just please make me come.”

  “I want you to tell me what you are…at least right now. What you want to be.” He stroked her deep, added a second finger, pumping them in, then out.

  Tania rode his hand, still gripping her ankles, her teeth sinking into her lip.

  “Are you a good girl, baby? Or do you want to be my bad girl? My bad girl…my little slut?”

  She shuddered. Her eyes glazed over and she stared at him. “Your bad girl, Drake. I want to be your little slut.”

  His—

  Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he imagined, let himself wonder… If only… There were words trapped inside him, words he’d wanted to give her for years, but he couldn’t. This wasn’t anything personal on her part—he had to remember that.

  It was a knife in his chest, too, because his love, his need for her was a burn in his gut, in his heart.

  “My girl,” he whispered against her soft, swollen, wet flesh. Licking her, praising, kissing, worshipping, he muttered, “My bad girl…my little slut, if that’s what you want. I just want you to be mine.”

  Always… He wouldn’t voice that—it wasn’t allowed. But he could show her.

  He put all of that into every touch, every stroke. She might not be his forever, but she was his for now, and damn it, she’d remember this.

  When he brought her to climax at last, she was begging and pleading, and her knuckles were bloodless from gripping her ankles. When he lifted his head, she stared at him, breathing ragged, a faint smile on her face. She licked her lips and then muttered, “Damn, Superman.”

  He chuckled as he scooped her up in his arms. “I take it that’s a good Superman, right? Not a ‘stop’ thing?”

  “If it was much better, I think I’d need CPR.” She snuggled against his chest, her body loose and limp. “Although maybe we do need to stop. I don’t want you to do CPR on me.”

  There was a peace on her face he hadn’t seen in months, longer.

  Hell. He might be walking around with a knife in his chest, but if he could put that look on her face, he guessed it was worth it.

  Tania smiled up at him. “Y
ou going to tuck me into bed?” she asked drowsily.

  “Yeah.” He pressed his lips to her brow. “You need some rest.”

  She sighed. “I won’t sleep. I’m tired, but I won’t sleep.” A thought occurred to her, and then, before she could bite it back, she blurted it out. “Will you stay with me? I mean, just to sleep?”

  He glanced down at her. Then, before he answered, he used his elbow to hit the light in her room. “Are you sure you want that?”

  “Yeah. I…well, I think maybe I’d sleep, at least. I don’t sleep much anymore. Especially not this time of year.”

  “Then I’ll stay.”

  “Thank you.” She sighed, feeling more at peace than she’d felt for the past year. She might not sleep at all, she knew.

  He laid her on the bed, pausing long enough to kick off his shoes and shuck his shirt.

  “I should clean up,” she mumbled.

  “You should rest,” he said, slipping into bed next to her.

  She could always do it when she woke back up in an hour. She wouldn’t be able to sleep more than that anyway.

  Yeah. She’d do it then.

  She was asleep in less than five minutes, and she barely stirred all night long.

  Chapter Four

  Drake was awake before six.

  Normally, he’d be rolling out of bed, hitting the street for a run, then a shower before he headed into his garage.

  But he’d told Tania he’d stay with her.

  He’d be here when she woke up.

  If it was any other woman, he would have woken her, let her know he had to go.

  But not her. Not Tania.

  For one, he didn’t want to startle her. He knew what had happened—now in detail—the last time she’d been in this room with a man, not that it had been at all voluntary. He wouldn’t risk scaring her for the world. Work be damned. They opened a little later on Saturdays, anyway.

  For another, it was a simple and sweet pleasure to lie there and watch her as the dawn faded away into morning, sunshine streaming down through a narrow opening in her curtains to gild her warm brown hair with touches of gold.