by Taylor Lee
Gratified by her relieved expression, he commanded, “Put your hands at your sides, Tara. I need to see those proud beauties uncovered.” When she did as he said, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink, he shook his head in stunned approval. “Damn, honey. I can only imagine how those gorgeous nipples are going to swell and tighten when I suck on them.”
At her soft cry, he said, “Now, sweetheart, turn around and bend over as you take off that wicked thong. And, baby, leave on those four-inch fuck-me shoes when you do. Not that I need a reminder of what I intend to do to you.” At her hesitation, he repeated softly, “Now, Tara, bend over and show me your superlative ass in all its naked glory.”
Not sure that she would do as he ordered, he sucked in a lungful of air when she turned and bent over, revealing the enticing crack between her curvy cheeks, then stripped the miniscule thong over her hips and turned to face him. Holding the scrap of material in her hand, she stood up straight and tall, revealing the most beautiful body he’d ever seen—Hustler centerfolds be damned.
Setting his half-empty glass on the table beside him, Griffin rose to his feet. Holding her flushed gaze in his narrowed one, he was gratified to see the excitement in her eyes fighting with her obvious embarrassment. He knew that if he never did another thing in his life, he intended to chase away any shred of mortification she felt standing naked before him. Having made that pledge, he reached for her, drawing her astonishing body next to his, and captured her in his arms.
Her muffled cry when she buried her face against his chest was music to his soul, not to mention his engorged prick.
Nuzzling his lips against her pale throat, he ran his tongue over the sensitive skin below her ear, delighting in her shiver. Gently nipping at the tender skin, he bit down on her earlobe, gratified by her startled cry. Murmuring in her ear, he said, “Ah yes, the erotic mix of pain and pleasure.” At her startled gasp, he drawled, “How do I know that is a combination that will turn you on, Tara?” At her soft moan and desperate negative shake of her head, he laughed softly. “Do you think maybe it was that tremor that shook your body when I bit your tender lobe? Or perhaps that soft moan you couldn’t squelch?” When she shook her head fiercely in denial, he tightened his hold. “Uh-uh, love, best you know who you are toying with. You can’t fool a master, Tara. When it comes to reading your sensational body and knowing what you want, even if you don’t yet know it, you need to understand. I am an expert forager. And I intend to forage in every part of your glorious body, waken every sensitive nerve ending, no matter where they are hiding. In the process, I intend to inflame every passion you’ve ever dreamed to feel.”
Tara shook her head and cried out. “No, Griffin. You don’t understand. I . . . I’m not like that.”
He laughed. “Like what, sweetheart? A hungry woman who craves sensation? Who flaunts her wares for hungry men to lust after? And then pulls back? Horrified by the things she craves, has always wanted to feel, or do, but never acknowledged them even to herself, much less to a lover?”
When she pushed harder against him, trying to free herself, he tightened his hold. “I don’t want to frighten you, Tara.” At her unintended shiver, he chuckled. “But then again, maybe that is exactly what I want to do.” He laved the sensitive skin on her neck with his tongue, then bit her earlobe, harder than he had before. Her startled cry confirmed he’d touched a hidden nerve that masked her carefully contained desires. He reveled in the passion underlying her surprised response. Forcing himself to contain his throbbing arousal, he murmured, “How about it, sexy woman? Do you want to feel things, do things you have always wanted to do but were afraid to ask for?” At the frantic shake of her head and attempt to push him away, he teased her. “Or perhaps, Tara, you’ve never allowed those wicked desires to surface in your own head, much less give voice to them.”
Tightening his hold on her writhing body, Griffin picked her up in his arms and turned toward the hallway leading to his master suite. He allowed his voice to drop dangerously low but didn’t hide his taunting humor. “I think it’s high time we explore those hidden desires of yours, Tara, don’t you agree?” At her frantic disavowal and twisting attempt to free herself, he chuckled. “Just so we are clear, sweetheart, whether you admit it or not, I’m the man that you have been waiting for. The man who is more than willing to test your boundaries, take you to passionate heights that you’ve never before climbed.”
Reaching his bedroom, he kicked open the door and entered the enormous suite. In seconds, he deposited her on the king-sized, four-poster bed. When she scrambled to the top of the bed, her eyes flashing with anger and what he hoped was only a modicum of fear and perhaps even a little uncertain interest, he moved up beside her. Ignoring her attempts to push him away, he pulled her up next to him and held her, rubbing her back until she stopped struggling. His voice was soft, intentionally so. “I know you don’t like small spaces, Tara, but please know, while I do intend to blindfold you and tie you to my bed . . . ”
He stopped when she cried out and tried to push him away. Stretching out alongside her, he captured her in his arms and murmured softly, “Uh-uh, sweetheart. Not so fast.” When she continued to struggle against him, he was firm. “Listen to me, Tara. All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will.” He chuckled. “Or at least I will stop reasonably soon after you tell me to.”
When he felt her resistance lessen at his attempt at humor, he upped the ante. “Do you think I’m not on to you, Tara? On to the fierce control you use to keep men at bay? Keep them in their place?” At her negative murmur as if contesting what they both knew was her MO, he rubbed his hand over her naked ass and gently smacked it. At her soft moan, he wrapped his hand around the top of her thigh and tightened his hold. “Oh yeah, honey, if that wasn’t an indication of interest, I don’t know what the hell is.” Putting his fingers against her lips, preventing her from taking issue with his on-target assessment, he brushed his beard shadow against her cheek and murmured, “How about it, sexy lady? Are you willing to let go, darlin’? Let a master lover show you what you’ve always wanted to do, what you’ve always wanted to try, but never had a man who was willing to take you in hand and not let you push him away?”
Not waiting for her to respond, Griffin quickly laid her on her back, then expertly slipped the cuffs attached to the head posts around her wrists and tightened them, pulling her arms above her head and out to the side. Ignoring her shocked cry and attempt to free her upstretched hands, he said, “I’m not going to tie your legs, Tara—at least not now. But I am going to do this.”
Whipping a blindfold from the drawer in the bedside stand, he put it over her eyes and tied it securely. At her frightened cry, he said, “Give in to it, Tara. Give in to the darkness. Don’t let anything keep you from feeling all of the passionate things I’m going to do to you.”
When she stopped fighting him, he said, “I changed my mind, baby.” As he spoke, he moved to the bottom of the bed and quickly slipped the ankle cuffs over her feet and tightened them, laying her out in a spread-eagled position on his bed. At her angry cry and attempt to free her hands and feet, he held her face between his hands, stopping her struggle.
“Listen to me, sweetheart. I wasn’t lying to you. And I will free your legs when I begin to attack your pussy.” At her startled yelp and attempt to fight against the cuffs, he explained, “You need to know that you can do this, Tara. That you can give up your fierce control. More important, that you will give it up to me.” Lying beside her, he murmured in her ear as he gently stroked his fingers over her breasts, then down across the top of her thighs. His whisper was hoarse. “Jesus God, Tara, do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are? I swear to God I have never seen a more beautiful woman. Or a woman who I’m more intent on making love to in the most intimate, passionate ways possible.”
Chapter 9
Tara was so overcome by the rioting emotions flooding through her that she didn’t know how to react to them—or to Griffin. At base, s
he was scared to death. More frightened than she’d ever been. Then she acknowledged that wasn’t true. There were times in her early life she had been terrified. And for good reason. No child, no matter how naughty she supposedly had been, should ever be shut up in a locked trunk while her stoned mother entertained one of her boyfriends. Using every trick her shrinks had taught her, Tara shoved at the hideous memories. From years of practice and hardcore therapy, she’d learned how to shove the memories deep into her subconscious. She was surprised that at this scary moment she was able to submerge them. With a flash of insight, she realized that she now had a more potent way of submerging her terror than any shrink had given her. She had Griffin.
Something had happened to her in the elevator. Yes, the terror was almost as intense as her childhood fears had been. But they didn’t last and she got control of herself—at least partially. Because of him. The outrageously handsome man had held her next to him and convinced her that yes, she could breathe, and yes, they were going to get out of the elevator soon. For the last three days, when she didn’t hate him for what he did for a living or how his arrogance challenged her feisty self, she allowed herself to acknowledge that she’d broken through the shales of fear that had ruled her life. Because of a man she despised. Or had thought she did.
Now that same arrogant man had ordered her to leave his party and come with him to his palatial lair. To her surprise, make that horror, she had done just that. And now here she was, blindfolded and spread-eagled on his enormous bed, stark naked. Oh, and the reason she was naked was because he had told her to take off her clothes, all of them, and stand naked in front of him. And . . . she had done exactly that. Now, to her shock, this commanding man, who was the sexiest and most compelling man she’d ever met, had told her that he intended to make love to her as intimately and egregiously as possible. And that she was going to love having him do exactly that.
Murmuring to her that he would be gone for a minute or two at the most, Tara forced herself to take deep breaths the way she’d learned in therapy and, she acknowledged, the way that Griffin had insisted she do in the elevator. In what couldn’t have been two minutes at the most, she heard him return. More important, she smelled his powerful scent that sent a flurry of sensation across her overwrought nerve endings. Hearing what sounded like the clink of crystal against glass, she heard the strike of a match, and the smell of burning wax filled her nostrils. Not understanding why he would light a candle when she was blindfolded, she understood all too soon.
Griffin’s voice was soft, seductive. “Remember those boundaries I said I was going to push, sweetheart? I said I might hurt you, but just a little. The way I did when I bit down on your tender earlobe.” Remembering the slight pain that he had quickly rubbed away with his skillful fingers, Tara also remembered the jolt in her groin that the unexpected pain had triggered. Before she could analyze the way she’d reacted, she felt a tiny burn on the inside of her wrist and realized that it was hot wax. She cried out in surprise, but almost instantly, he rubbed her wrist with an ice cube, banishing the slight pain of the wax.
“What . . . what are you doing, Griffin? Please tell me you aren’t going to burn me, please!”
“No, sweetheart, I’m not. I’m only going to show you that you can trust me not to hurt you. And even if what I do hurts for an instant, I will make it go away.” He added, “I need you to trust me, Tara. To know in the core of your being that I won’t hurt you.” At that moment, she felt a drop of wax hit her other wrist but just as quickly felt the soothing cold of the ice cube. For the next several minutes, he dropped the hot wax on her arms and then her legs. As quickly as the heat hit her skin, he rubbed away the sting with ice. While he was doing it, he murmured how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to make love to her, all of her. Within minutes, she felt erotic stirrings in her groin and, to her shock, found herself moaning softly in anticipation of the spit of heat and then the bite of the cold. When he let a drop hit her breast and as quickly rubbed away the sting, she cried out. She did the same when he dropped a hot drip on the inside of her thigh, then eased the tiny sting with ice.
When her body was tight with anticipation and the sensations in her groin were causing her to tremble in expectancy, he murmured, “I’m done with the hot and cold, Tara. Now you’re going to have to deal with a different kind of heat. The kind of heat that comes when your sexy body can’t get enough stimulation and would kill to orgasm.” At her shocked gasp, he asked, “Tell me, Tara, has anyone brought you to a climax by playing with your beautiful breasts?” When she startled and tried to pull away, he stretched out beside her, then leaned over and began gently massaging her breasts. When she couldn’t hold back a passionate groan, he began tweaking one nipple and then the other. “Damn, Tara, I wish you could see your nipples. They are tightening in anticipation of my fingers and my mouth.” When she arched her back, wanting to press her aching nipples closer to his mouth and his expert fingers, he chuckled. “Oh, baby, you’ve done it now. I’m going to feast on these gorgeous breasts in the way I imagined I would from the first time I saw you.”
For the next few moments, Griffin moved between her breasts, sucking and pinching first one taut nub, then suckling the other. Tara had never known how sensitive her nipples were. The most any man had done to her in the past was a quick suck or an occasional twist and then moved on to an equally quick fuck. In contrast, Griffin was ravenous. It was as though he couldn’t suckle her enough. He manipulated the erotic nubs and twisted them until she was aching with desire. He marveled at how lush her breasts were. He praised their weight, their full, proud shape. No man in her life had done more than whistle at the size of her breasts, usually followed by a crude, teenager-worthy comment. In contrast, Griffin couldn’t seem to get enough of their lushness, their taste. She didn’t want him to stop, if anything, feeling the rising torrents of sensation flooding her pussy, she begged him to suck her harder.
He laughed, a low, sexy sound. “My pleasure, madam.” As he dragged her nipple into his mouth and pressed it against the roof of his mouth, a rush of sensations threatened to overtake her. In the extraordinary moments that followed, she exploded into throes of passion, shrieking a keening cry of ecstasy that came from her very soul.
Tara didn’t know how long it took her to recover from the stunning orgasm. She only knew that she rode the waves of passion in ways she never had. It was as though Griffin’s erotic ministrations had shattered a brittle shell that had encased her body and emotions. A shell that she hadn’t known was there. For long, sensuous moments, Tara rode a wave that she’d never experienced. She would have been frightened, horrified if Griffin wasn’t holding her, stroking her, and whispering sexy words of praise in her ears. When it seemed as though her breath was coming somewhat normally and at least she wasn’t panting like a frantic puppy dog, he released the cuffs on her ankles. Remembering his offhand threat that at some point he would be dealing with her “pussy,” she managed to stammer, “What . . . what are you going to do, Griffin?”
As he stroked her stomach and then moved steadily lower, his sexy laugh said more than words could. “What am I going to do, sexy woman? I’m going to do what your body is begging me to do. I’m going to go from your luscious breasts to your pussy, the intimate lips that, even without my touching them, are swelling in anticipation.”
Helpless to do anything else, she emitted a shuttered groan when he teased her labia with his inquisitive fingers. His voice was low, sincere. “By the way, Tara, thank you for ensuring that there would be no barriers to my fingers and lips. I’m glad that you are bare, darling, or I would have had to shave you myself.” He added, “Tara, I trust you know that the way you have cared for your body is but another clue to the intensity of your desires.” She could almost see his smile when he added, “But then, how could you possibly stop the luscious dew that is coating these beautiful intimate lips?”
Feeling him move up on top of her, Tara should have been horrified when he m
urmured, “But now, sexy lady, I need to position you so that I can become acquainted with your extraordinary cunt.”
Shocked at the crude term, Tara cried out when he pushed her feet up against her bottom and spread her knees apart. Horrified at the picture she was presenting, she tried to close her legs, but his cautioning murmur was as fierce as his strong hands.
“No, no, sweetheart. Do you think for a moment that I will not feast on you? When the fragrance of your erotic dew is a siren song to my libido?” He groaned. “Jesus, Tara, it’s a good thing you are blindfolded or the sight of my throbbing cock getting bigger by the second would scare you even more.”
Tara knew she should resist him, insist that he let her go. But sensations she hadn’t known were possible had her lifting her hips to his hands and mouth. To say he was an expert at drawing every illicit sensation from her eager body was like saying that occasionally tornados could cause damage. Between his lips, tongue, and perhaps most of all, his challenging, illicit words, he brought her to one climax after another. But it was when he had teased every erotic place she hadn’t known she had, then drew her throbbing clitoris between his teeth at the same time as inserting a marauding finger in her ass that she truly shattered.
Not knowing when or if she would ever stop shaking, Tara was surprised to realize that not only could she open her eyes but that she could move her hands and feet. Understanding that she was no longer blindfolded and bound to the bed, she had a moment of fright. She didn’t know how she could face him. Not after all the ways she’d given in to him. She’d begged him not to stop, to give her more, then impossibly more. Doing her best to quiet the tremors that were cascading over her body, she looked up to see him standing beside the bed. His expression should have terrified her. It was as though a hungry beast was standing beside her and was about to attack her. It was then she saw that at some point he’d stripped off his shirt and was naked from the waist up. Before she could do more than gaze in surprise at his lean torso striped with taut muscles, he slowly unbuttoned his pants. With an unceremonious shove, he pushed them to the floor, revealing his surging cock. Tara couldn’t have shuttered her cry if she’d tried. Overcome by a mix of fear and admiration, she knew the only thing she wanted more than it frightened her was to have this powerful man deep inside of her.