by Joya Ryan
Except right then, how she was looking at him, nothing about holding himself back was easy. He wanted to get lost in her, even if it was just for tonight.
“You find yourself in a predicament, princess.” He reluctantly stepped away and grabbed a single item out of his pack. It was on the floor near the table, so he didn’t have to go too far. “You’re at a disadvantage, in a new place, and now…” He pulled out the duct tape, and the snapping sound of him unwinding the spool made her smile. Oh yeah, he liked her. “Now you’re going to need to free yourself.”
She held out her hands, wrists together for him.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like being tied up,” he said, remembering her enjoyment from the other night. And now she was clearly eager to be bound again. She had a naughty side to her, and he was a sick bastard for tapping into that and loving it.
“I may like it,” she admitted coyly. But the second he wrapped her wrist with the duct tape, her breasts rose on fuller breaths, and her skin flushed. Oh, she more than liked it. And he more than liked it back.
“If you’re restrained, how would you get out?” he asked. The duct tape was secure, and she wiggled her wrists but gained no ground.
“Show me,” she asked.
“Use your surroundings. Like the doorjamb.” He opened the bedroom door and ran his finger along the sharp edge of it. “Running the tape along this edge will eventually cut it. Wear it down so you can rip it.”
She walked over, and Dex had to curse his dick to wait, because there was a sexy woman in nothing but lingerie and duct tape, clicking those sexy heels through his house. A woman like her was his prisoner tonight, and he wanted to savor it. Play with her a little. No matter how hard his cock was, he’d enjoy this game for as long as he could.
She eyed the door, then him, then her bound wrists. Damn, there was something sexy about her red hair, creamy skin, and duct tape. She stepped between him and the door, effectively placing her ass against this crotch. She knew what she was doing. And so did he. And so did his cock, which he had to curse once more to calm the hell down.
“Like this?” she said, slowly running her wrists up and down the edge of the door. Except she was bending as she did it. A full-body kind of bend that was going to make him go off sooner than that damn tape. At this rate, he wouldn’t get to play with her or teach her much, because he was ready to use that duct tape in different ways.
“Sort of.” He had to clear a cough from his throat. The way her ass nestled against his front was way, way too good. “Try it faster.”
She did. Running her bound wrists against the door more frantically, trying to wear out the tape, yet once again, her whole body got in on the action. Jesus, he was going to come faster than a damn teenager grinding for the first time.
“Stop jiggling so much,” he said quickly and stepped back from her gyrating body that was rubbing all the right places.
She stopped and spun to face him.
“Excuse me,” she said, her bound hands in front of her, pointing at him. “Nothing about me jiggles, thank you very much.”
Dex smiled and cupped her breast.
“One area does. But I’m not complaining, princess.”
He dropped his hand, and she huffed. Seemed she wanted more. That small contact had made her go soft, but now she was glaring again. She wasn’t getting her way. He could see it in her eyes, and damn, that excited him. She wanted him. Was trying to get him. And now she was pouting because he wasn’t making it easy for her.
She’d just have to get used to that. He was the boss tonight, after all.
“I’m supposed to use my surroundings, right?” she asked sweetly, and Dex was almost worried at what she had planned. Those blue eyes were fused to him.
“That’s right.”
She gently lifted her hands up over his head and rested them around his neck. She was in his arms, face to face, locked against him.
“Well, I was getting nowhere with the door. Maybe I’ll have better luck using a different kind of tool,” she said, and Dex flashed to the first night with her in the forest. She’d called him the tool. Now with her hands literally fastened around him, he knew she was right in more ways than one.
She leaned in, and he thought she’d kiss him. But instead, she wiggled, trying to get around his shoulders. Which she did. And slowly started to kneel. Her arms came down around him like a hula-hoop.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
When she was kneeling before him, her bound hands resting against his ass, she looked up with those big blue eyes and smiled.
“I’m being resourceful,” she said, “and improving our situation.” She was eye level with his cock, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. The damn thing was straining against his jeans and all but begging for her.
“Would you be a dear and remove your shirt, please?” she asked kindly, and Dex tore it off.
She was the one on her knees, and yet he’d obey any command she gave.
“Mmm, I love your skin,” she said and leaned in to press a kiss on his lower stomach. She licked along the band of his jeans, and when that sweet tongue scraped over the head of his cock peeking past his waistband, he shuddered.
“Wow, you really can’t be contained, can you?” she said with a smile and gently nipped his hip bone.
“Every part of me is here to assist you, ma’am,” he said.
“Oh good, because you seem to be just the right kind of man for the job I have.”
There was no way he could possibly be this lucky…
But when she tugged on his belt with nothing but her teeth, he knew he’d hit the jackpot. He had no idea how she did it, but he looked at her, transfixed by her tongue and teeth opening his belt.
When his belt loosened and his pants hung open, his cock peeked out, and she eagerly licked along its soft skin. God, she was right there, tempting and teasing, and he wanted to feel her hot mouth on him. Wanted to tear the barrier of his pants away.
“Hmmm, we should get those pants all the way off.” She blinked up at him, her smile right by his cock, and he was ready to go to his own damn knees and beg. Beg to have her mouth on him. “I’d love to stay down here and have more of you,” she said, “but I need my hands for that.”
Done.
He didn’t care about the game anymore or anything else. He pulled the small knife he carried with him from his pocket, flicked it open, and reached around to cut the duct tape from her wrists in one clean swipe.
Her hands came free instantly. He sheathed the knife and tossed it behind him.
Her hands still had the ripped duct tape on them as she pulled his pants down past his hips. She gazed up at him just as she reached for his cock.
“Looks like I was able to get free using my surroundings after all.”
Dex knew right then that she’d played dirty, and he loved it. Loved every challenge she gave, and it didn’t matter that she could actually use him to get her way. All he cared about was having more time with her. Having her stay near him so he could smell her, feel her, taste her.
She was different. Smart. Stealthy in how she got what she wanted. And right then, she wanted him. He saw it in her eyes, felt it in her touch, and he was so okay with that. It didn’t matter that she was his better in lots of ways. Nope, tonight, they were two equals with equal attraction and to hell with the rest. He’d deal with it tomorrow.
“Savvy woman,” he breathed.
She gripped the base of his cock and her breath hit him when she said, “I’m tenacious when I want something.”
He knew that to be true.
He should say something gentlemanly. Like “Oh, you don’t have to suck my cock,” but he wasn’t feeling overly gentlemanly. He was on edge, silently begging for her to put that mouth on him. He wanted her so much. More than that, he wanted her to want him back.
She looked over his shaft in her tight fist and ran her lips along the head. His eyes were on her, and all he cou
ld do was groan. Those plump pink lips trailed over his flesh. Not licking, not kissing, just…rubbing.
“You continue to impress me,” she said, and just a hint of her tongue tasted the slit.
He hissed, and a violent tremor skated through him. Then she pulled back, and he suddenly realized she was the one playing with him. What he would give to keep this game going.
He’d do whatever she wanted. She could literally lead him around by the cock, and he’d follow dumbly. Just please God, don’t let her take her mouth from him.
“You seem on edge,” she said. Her voice and lips hummed against his shaft. “Something the matter, Dex? Big man like you shuddering makes a girl wonder if perhaps I’m doing something wrong.”
“No,” he said around a strangled breath. “You’re doing everything right.” He cupped the underside of her chin and lifted slightly. Her blue eyes met his. “I think you enjoy teasing me.”
“Me?” she asked innocently. “Tease? I’m just trying to learn my surroundings. Isn’t that part of my training? Now that I’m free from my binds and all.”
Damn, she was good. So, so good that she didn’t even have to touch him. She was on her knees, and he was the one ready to serve her. She was either part magic or a damn Jedi.
She parted those sweet lips and ran them down the side of his shaft, tip to base, then licked back up the other side. And the whole time, she let his palm cradle her throat. He could feel her move as she explored him, and that turned him on. Because when she sucked the head, he felt her jaw slacken as her throat tightened and her cheeks…God, those cheeks hollowed with intense suction as she took him deep.
He felt it.
Felt every inch of her tongue.
Felt her throat hum with him deep in it.
“Michelle,” he whispered.
She bobbed on his cock, licking and stroking and sucking.
“God, Michelle,” he said again, a little louder.
Her grip tightened, her suction increased, and when he hit the back of her throat, he saw stars.
“Fuck, Michelle!” he groaned even louder.
She slowed for a moment and bathed the head with her tongue and delivered kisses all over him.
“Is that how you’d call for me?” she asked.
This woman. She’d turned the tables on him. The other night, he’d been deep inside her, telling her to scream louder. Scream for him. And she had. Now, she was making him yell and plead and groan for her.
“I’d call for you, and I wouldn’t stop until I found you,” he said, his brain a haze of lust.
“I see the appeal,” she said and gave a quick, hard suck, then popped him free from those pretty lips. The woman was giving him goose bumps. He was over two bills, handled a gun and wilderness like second nature, and could kill a man with his bare hands. Yet this wisp of a woman was challenging him in ways he wasn’t prepared to face.
“You calling my name is very”—suck—“very”—suck—“appealing.”
He’d set out tonight to play with her, and it turned out that she was the one playing with him. Like a cat with a new toy. Slow, gauging every angle before she pounced.
He needed to pounce first if he wanted any hope of surviving tonight. Or any other night. She was in his wilderness tonight. He was training her, not the other way around.
Whatever animal he’d been keeping caged roared to life. He swooped down, and in one move, he grabbed the sinfully clad woman in black lace by the back of the thighs and tossed her over his shoulder. He rose and was striding to his bedroom before she got out the first shocked gasp.
“Hey!” she said and smacked his ass. Her ass was bobbing right by his face, and since she was all about keeping things on an even exchange, he smacked her back. “I was—”
“I know what you were doing, princess,” he said and kicked his bedroom door open. “You were teasing me.”
“I was enjoying myself.”
“Oh, I was enjoying myself, too, but this is my training session. In my wilderness.” He dropped her on his big bed. She bounced a little, making her tits looks amazing, and he could see just a hint of her nipples ready to pop out of the lacy top of the bra.
“I thought I was succeeding at my training?” she asked, lifting up to her elbows and looking at him from beneath her lashes. She was spread out, posed on his bed like a goddess ready to be taken. And he was an animal ready to dirty her up. Just like last time. Just like the time in the woods. Just like every time he saw her.
Oh yeah. He wanted to dirty her up again and again.
And he didn’t care what that made him. Didn’t care what it would feel like when she was through with him and walked away. He just wanted her. Because every single second he spent with her made it harder to keep his hands off her. Harder to keep his mind set that she was just another upper-class, uptight rich girl.
“You are succeeding at your training,” he said and leaned over the bed, putting his fists on either side of her pink-tipped toes. Her eyes sparkled as he moved closer, slowly stalking up her body like a lion hovering over its prey. That’s what he felt like—an animal. And this sweet piece of meat was his. He was going to gorge himself until he couldn’t see straight.
“W-what are you training me for now?” she asked breathlessly.
“Pain.” He leaned down and took a big bite of her fleshy calf.
She gasped but didn’t flinch. Uh-huh. So she liked the sting. Liked a bit of pain. Liked it rough. Then he was going to deliver until he was satisfied with her screams of pleasure. His lips felt electrified, primed to kiss each place where he nipped her.
“You need to know your limits.” He traveled a little higher and bit just above her knee, then lightly kissed that same spot.
She didn’t gasp this time. She moaned and spread those long legs wider. That sexy black lace covered the one place he was slowly getting addicted to. He wanted to rip it off of her, but this was her design. He’d respect that and work around it. Because there was no way he was leaving her body long enough for her to take it off.
“I can handle a lot,” she assured with a sexy promise in her voice.
“I believe you, princess. But your version of ‘a lot’ and my version of ‘a lot’ are different.”
He climbed up and nipped her stomach. She reached between them and grabbed his cock.
“I know you have a lot to handle.” She stroked him once. “And I assure you again, I can handle it.”
She was feisty and playing back, and he was ready to meet that challenge.
“If you say so,” he said.
She rose up to her hands, and he straddled her lower stomach. She was an offering. His offering. He unsnapped her bra. Thank God it was a front clasp. The bra fell down her arms and away behind her.
He cupped her perfect breasts together and thrust his cock between them.
Her mouth opened, and she bent enough to lick the tip of his cock as he nudged through her cleavage.
She was a dream. A sexy, up-for-anything dream.
He pinched her nipples and continued to thrust between her milky cleavage while her hot little tongue lapped at the head. It was heaven between her breasts, but the sight of her excitement had him ready to explode.
He had to be inside of her. Couldn’t wait.
He reached to the bedside table, grabbed a condom, and put it on. He grabbed her leg, tossed it over his shoulder, and impaled her in one long thrust.
“Oh God!” She fell to her back and grabbed the sheets. “Deep!” she said when he dragged his cock out of her and returned with another hard pound.
“Know your limits,” he reminded. But he was having a hard time talking around clenched teeth. Because she was hot and tight, and he was ready to blow from wanting her so bad.
She nodded, her eyes squeezed tight. Almost as tight as her sheath. Little spasms were already humming from her. She was close? Already? Hell, she must have gotten off on sucking him, which made pride soar through him.
“I told yo
u,” she said around a gasp when he thrust again. “I can handle you.”
“You sure about that?” He grabbed her other leg and placed it over his shoulder. Her knees by his face and her sweet core squeezing him, he gripped her hips and pulled her against him as he pumped even deeper.
“Oh! God! Dex…Dex!” She reached out and scratched her nails down his abs as he fucked her hard. He loved the sting of her touch and the sound of her cries. Loved burying himself deep inside. He had seen her walk into a room calm and composed. Seen her with her hair done up perfectly in pressed dresses. And now he got to see her like this. Wild hair, nearly naked, clothes in disarray while she screamed his name. And there wasn’t a damn thing composed about her. He loved it. Felt like he was in a special club of one that got to experience her this way.
It’d been clear to him the night he’d met her that she was looking for an adventure. That she wasn’t used to these kinds of encounters.
So what if she was slumming with him? He’d show her how the guy nobody wanted forever could be the guy everyone needed for one night.
Her body relaxed, her pleasure taking over, and Dex reveled in it. He felt her come around him hard. She jerked and spasmed and called his name through the whole thing.
But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t done with her yet, and he wouldn’t let her be done with him.
“Come on, princess,” he said around clenched teeth, warding off his own release. “Give me one more. I wanna feel you come again.”
“I don’t know if I…oh God, I don’t want it to ever stop,” she breathed, her hot core locking down on him, sucking him deeper. She was in a ball of bliss. Bliss he was giving her.
“You can,” he demanded. With her legs over his shoulders, and his hips smacking the backs of her thighs, he kept thrusting. Forcing her body to give up what he wanted. More of her pleasure. “I want another one, princess. Give it to me. Unless you can’t handle it?”
That challenge got her eyes to shoot open and hit him with a sexy glare. Her lips were trembling when she said, “I can handle you. You want me to come again?” She wiggled her hips just a little, a challenge right back. “You’re going to have to take this up a notch.”