She glanced at the cuffs then back up at him. “You could just order me not to move.”
“No orders.” He smiled as he thought of the orders he’d issued in the past. “Well, not under the current circumstances. Submission’s not fun for either person if it’s not voluntary.”
She quirked an eyebrow but slid the cuff around one of her delicate wrists. Its click made his heart race and his gut twist with desire. He took the hand and stretched it over her head so her fingers were brushing against the wooden slats that made his headboard. When she gripped one of the beams, he reached down to retrieve her still free hand. She let him guide it to rest next to the other one without any resistance. Looping the cuffs behind and around the slat, he then closed the other cuff around her free wrist. With her captive, he took a step back to admire the image she made. Tousled black hair framing her porcelain face. Her eyes wide with hunger, her lips swollen from his kisses. But, as beautiful an image as that made, he found he was more drawn to her pristine, un-inked skin, and the way the dark crimson of her nipples contrasted it. They pebbled under his stare, making him shiver with a fresh wave of hunger. Damn she was responsive, which was going to make what was coming next that much more enjoyable. His cock became rigid with anticipation. Oh, he had plans for her. Big plans.
After going back to the nightstand, he pulled out a silk bag that held two jeweled tweezer nipple clamps. They would provide enough pressure to keep her on edge without actually causing any pain. And, given the attention she’d been paying her nipples earlier, he was betting they would be to her taste.
It was a belief confirmed by her soft gasp when she saw what he was holding. “You like these?” he asked, holding them up for her to see them clearly. In answer she moaned softly and arched her back to present him with her perfect breasts.
He put the first clamp around her nipple and adjusted the slide so it would hold her tightly and then repeated the process with the other breast before sitting back to admire them on her. The blues and purples of the gems sparkled against her creamy skin. Perfection.
“Didn’t see you as the kinky type.” Her voice was breathy as she looked at him with desire sparkling brightly in her eyes.
“That’s not kinky. That’s jewelry. If you want kinky, though…” He reached back into the drawer to pull out a larger bag. When he pulled out the thick glass rod with a gently rounded tip, her mouth formed a perfectly surprised “O” for him. He could think of several things he’d love to slide through those lovely lips, but that would have to wait for later. “I’d be happy to oblige.” He ran the tip of the rod down her body, its cold glass making her gasp as he caressed the underside of each breast with it. “Do you like that?”
She moaned and spread her legs apart as he ran the rod down her stomach. “Yes.”
He slid the smooth glass tip though her folds to moisten it and then slid it inside of her. She pulled against the cuffs for an instant, but then brought her knees up so she could dig her heels into the mattress. “Cold.” The word was more of a moan than a coherent thought.
“Would you like me to…” He started to remove it, but she whimpered in complaint.
“No. Please. I like it.”
“I do too.” Did he ever. His voice was already raw. “You should watch. It’s a beautiful sight.”
She opened her eyes and her breath caught as she he slowly pushed the rod into her. “There.” She groaned with pleasure as the rod hit a sensitive spot. “For the love of god.” She writhed in pleasure, pulling against the cuffs.
His hand still rolling the rod against the spot, he lay down next to her and then swiped the tip of his tongue over one of her captive nipples. She shuddered and pulled against the cuffs again.
He pulled the rod out slowly and then ran it over her clit several times before sitting it next to her on the bed. She twisted over to look at it and then back to him. “What…” Her voice broke as she glanced back at the rod.
Instead of answering her, he reached up to the release on the handcuffs.
“No, I’ll be good. I promise,” she begged.
He released one hand from the cuffs but he had no plan on letting her go, not yet. Before she was able to pull her hands down, he flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees and then clicked the empty cuff around her free wrist again. Now that she was where he wanted her, he pressed down on her upper back to get her to rest on her elbows.
“Isaac…” She wiggled her hips as she settled on the bed.
But he was already off the bed, getting another condom out of his nightstand. He tore open the foil packet and then slid it over his erection as quickly as possible. He didn’t want to miss a second of her body pressed against his. When he joined her on the bed again, she wiggled her ass at him and he had a hard time not nipping at it. “Would you please hold still?”
“Not on your life.” She waited until he placed his cock at her entrance and then she rocked forward teasingly.
He bit back a hiss of displeasure as his erection lost contact with her hot, wet pussy. “What happened to the girl who just promised to be good?”
“That was when you were taking the cuffs off,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. “But they’re still on. Only bad girls wear cuffs.”
“And you’re a bad girl?”
She winked at him and wiggled her hips again. “I’m in cuffs.”
“That you are.”
Her lovely ass bared in front of him combined with the image of her as the bad girl proved to be lethal for his control. So far, he’d pushed her because he knew she was a seductress. To have sex with a seductress, he’d better be at the top of his game. But he’d only taken it so far. This was, after all, their first date—of sorts. But now, he just couldn’t bring himself to hold back. “And do you know how I handle a bad girl?” he asked.
She couldn’t be certain, but she was willing to place a bet. And if she was right, then the fun was just starting. “Why don’t you show me?” And she proceeded to wiggle her ass again at the statement, daring him to prove her right.
The sound of his palm hitting the curve of her ass reverberated through the room, but he hadn’t put enough power in it to actually hurt her. She doubted if it’d even leave a bruise. Still, it was enough to sting.
“I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson,” she said, tossing him a satisfied smile.
“And what lesson would that be?”
“I don’t know.” She winked at him and then faced forward again. “Which means I couldn’t have possibly learned it.”
His palm connected with her other cheek and this time she threw her head back and moaned with the contact. It wasn’t the pain that excited her. It was the contrast in touch she enjoyed. One moment he was gentle as he rubbed the now sensitive skin of her ass and then his palm would make contact again, sending searing sensation all the way up her spine.
He ran a finger along her pussy, eliciting a shiver of desire from her. She was hot and wet, ready for him.
“I’m going to fuck you. Right now. If you move before I enter you, even one inch, I’m going to uncuff you and send you to your room.”
She froze on the bed, barely moving to take in a breath. He wasn’t one to make idle threats and she was willing to do anything to feel him inside her again. She may not have intended to be submissive but, now that she was, she was enjoying it.
She smiled to herself as he pushed the tip of his cock up to her entrance. This was what she needed. Yes, they’d just been together. But she was quickly finding his touch, his passion, to be a remarkably soothing balm to the pain life repeatedly inflected. As he thrust fully into her, she found she no longer had the time or the inclination to reflect on him or on what his body meant to her. She could only feel.
There was no savoring this time. Hell, there was no control. He was dominant and she was wanting. And he wasn’t the type to leave a woman wanting. She lost track of his moans and her cries as they mingled and tangled along with the panting breath
s and whispered endearments. She was too focused on the tension that was already gathering in her abdomen to care about anything else. When the orgasm finally hit, though, she wasn’t prepared for it. It was too intense, so pleasurable it was almost painful. She called out and gripped one of the slats of his headboard tightly as the waves of bliss rolled over her.
But, when the sensations faded and she was left with nothing but contentment, she was surprised to find he wasn’t finished with her. Even as her body hummed with satisfaction, he began rekindling her desire until it was a raging inferno once again. Still thrusting rhythmically into her, his hands kneaded her breasts and played with the clamps on her nipples until the sensations were too intense for her to take. And then he’d slipped one hand down her body until it reached her clit. Once there, he’d taught her a whole new definition for need.
When she could take no more of the delicious torture, she let what was left of her control slip and fell into a world that existed on instinct alone. No thoughts, no plans, no seductions left, she lived with only the desire to pleasure him and to find some end to the hunger that threatened to consume her soul. Until—finally—the world fractured around her and, for one moment, she was at peace.
She wasn’t sure how long the climax lasted or how long it took conscious thought to return to her, but she was still under him and he was still buried deep in her when the world finally started to fall back into place. Her breathing was still fast and rough, but it started to calm as the seconds ticked by. And her heart, though it still beat fast enough to echo in her ears, wasn’t quite as loud as it was just a moment ago.
“Are you okay?” He sounded truly concerned. Like there was a possibility earthshaking sex could somehow hurt her.
“Are you kidding me? I’m fantastic.”
She glanced over her shoulder just in time to catch his self-satisfied smile. Arrogant as it was, she let him have it. He’d earned his moment of victory. He sat up slowly before releasing the cuffs. This time there were no complaints from her as she rubbed her wrists briefly before stretching.
“You certainly know how to give a girl a workout.” She rolled over and fell onto the bed on her back.
“You’re going to get cold,” he said, trying to free the blanket that was trapped under her.
“I’ll be fine. Need sleep.” She didn’t have much energy left, so she snuggled into an overstuffed pillow as he went to discard the condom in his bathroom. When he lay down next to her, he opened his arms and welcomed her into his embrace. She scooted as close to him as physically possible and then drifted to sleep.
Isaac was content to listen to her rhythmic breathing until he, too, fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. But, even as his body took the rest it so desperately needed, he missed her. His dreams were filled with her. Some were sexual in nature, but others were just of her. Her smiling, her running her fingers through his hair, her laughing at some inane joke. And he found he liked those better. That is, until he noticed the unmistakable sensation of his cock being licked. That, he liked best of all. The woman knew how to wake a man up.
“Hmmm, I’ve never met a woman quite like you.” His voice was still groggy, but she wouldn’t possibly be able to miss the hunger already in it.
“Then we’re even.” She paused to take him deep in her throat and then she hummed with contentment before releasing him with a couple of licks. “’Cause I’ve never met a man like you. You’re the first who could keep up with me.”
“I’m not sure if I can, darling. I think you might be giving me too much credit.” She laughed, but then was silent as she took him back into her mouth.
Dear god, he was already rock-hard again. If they didn’t get this under control, he was at risk of living the rest of his life with a permanent erection. And that could be a problem when she ran off to her beach.
Again, she licked the length of him as she peered up at him from between his legs. “I may not be an expert at many things, Isaac, but I know sex. Trust me when I say, I’m not giving you any undue credit.”
She took him back into her mouth and he didn’t have the will to fight her any longer. Wrapping a hand through her hair, he gave in to the pleasure of the experience. She sucked on him gently as she worked her way up his cock and hummed softly when he slipped to the back of her throat and then started all over again.
She was the sun, and he was quickly growing addicted to her warmth. Oh, he wasn’t going to lie and claim the attraction was all poetry and the stuff of fairy tales. Phenomenal sex and a general respect for one another was what their attraction was based on. But he’d take phenomenal sex over a virgin princess any day.
He groaned with pleasure and tugged slightly at her hair as she wrapped the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. He honestly thought he could die a happy man at that moment, but he was delighted he hadn’t when a few minutes later she took him deeper into her throat and hummed. The vibration sent delicious waves of pleasure through him, so he did what any sane man would do and tugged on her hair a tiny bit harder.
This time, she lowered her hand from the base of his cock to his balls and began stroking them as she continued to suck him. It wasn’t long before he began to teeter on the cusp of an orgasm. He tried to pull her away from him, but she refused to move and he was too lost to the pleasure to care.
His heart racing and his breath coming in shallow gasps, he watched as he came in her mouth. Her throat moved subtly as she swallowed and then she smiled softly as her gaze found his. “I really like your toys,” she said as she crawled her way up his body.
He looked down and realized for the first time that she’d taken off the nipple clamps at some point. Shame. “I have more.”
“I know.” Her smile shifted from innocent to wicked. “I couldn’t resist. I looked in your drawer while you were asleep.” She lay down on top of him and nipped at his neck.
“You did?” His hand cupped the soft curve of her ass as he pulled her closer to him.
“I did.”
“Any that interested you?”
“Oh, there were several.”
His phone chirped, but it seemed unimportant at that moment. “Which ones, in particular?”
“Aren’t you going to answer that?”
He sighed but glanced at the phone that sat on top of the nightstand that held his treasures. “I would, but that would mean moving you. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
“Oh, here.” She leaned over and grabbed the phone deftly before handing it to him.
“Officer Marrow,” he answered gruffly. Whoever it was, he didn’t want to encourage a long conversation.
“You need to get your ass down to Beck’s. Someone smashed the place up good. Left a little message for you here, too.”
“Shit.” Beck’s was Gus’ bar. Nikki’s uncle’s bar had just been trashed, and he was pretty certain he knew who’d ordered it. “I’ll be right there.” Nikki had already rolled off him and was pulling his shirt over her head when he ended the call. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta—”
“Run? Isn’t that a little cliché?” Her words were sharp, but her smile was teasing.
“There’s been an incident at Beck’s.”
“Oh.” She paused and looked down at her lap. “I could go with you.” Why did her voice have to be so hopeful when she suggested it?
“No. It could be a trap.”
“So could this,” she pointed out. “My father’s had a man break into your house already once.”
“Things are going to be too chaotic at the scene to keep an eye on you. I can’t take you with me. I’m sorry, honey. But you are right. You wouldn’t be safe here alone, either. That’s why I need you to call Jacob and Izzy and tell them to come over and keep you company until I get back. You’ll be safe with them.” The phrase “keep you company” might as well have been “babysit”, but he couldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Are you certain that’s what you want?”
“Hell no. I’d
much rather be here with you discussing the joys of anal plugs.” He slipped his boxers on and then a pair of slacks.
“For me or you?”
He froze as he started buttoning his shirt. “Which would you prefer?” He’d never used one himself, but if she wanted him to…
“Why don’t we leave that as a surprise? It’ll motivate you to get back here quicker.”
As he got into his car ten minutes later, he found his mind was still stuck on that conversation. She was right, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be dawdling tonight.
Chapter Seven
Nikki put a teapot on the stove for Izzy and Jacob as soon as Isaac’s car backed out of the drive. Amazingly enough, she didn’t even have to search the kitchen to find what she needed. She knew the layout almost better than Isaac.
“So you really like it here?” Izzy asked as she raised an eyebrow skeptically. Tonight her sister’s eyes were green but, since Izzy could change her appearance at will, they could—and probably would—change at any moment.
“I’m enjoying myself.” She smiled as she thought about the time she’d just spend with Isaac. “A lot.”
“But he’s a Marrow.” Izzy’s voice was close to a whine.
“And we’re Rathes.”
“We’ve left this world and our family behind. He’s pledged to honor and protect them. Hell, he reports to his psycho mother. You remember her don’t you? She was the deciding vote that led to your banishment.”
That took a considerable amount of shine out of her afterglow. “I remember.”
“So what are you doing? You can’t trust him.” Sure enough, Izzy’s eyes were starting to darken and turn deep violet with emotion.
“You’re the one who said I should give our people a chance,” she reminded Izzy.
“But a Marrow?”
“Yes, a Marrow.” Nikki poured the hot water into the waiting glasses, happy for the excuse not to have to see the disbelief in her sister’s eyes. “He’s not like the rest of them. He’s got a good heart.”
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