My Tye

by Kristin Daniels

  He stood there naked, fierce and so wonderfully protective, and damn it, he was all hers. She took him in, from the heat in his eyes, down over the hard planes of his chest to the steel rows of muscles lining his abs. She followed the trail of hair from there to where his cock stood out from his body. He was so long and thick and, God, incredibly hard. She knew in an instant exactly what she wanted to do.

  “Put your hands behind your head,” she ordered.

  His jaw ticked from clenching so hard, but he did what she said without hesitation. She walked slowly around him, trailing her fingers across his stomach and up his side, then higher to tickle up his raised arm. At his back, she looped the length of ribbon around each of his wrists. She tied a simple bow, knowing full well how she tied it or the strength of it wasn’t really what mattered.

  Lord, she loved his shoulders and back, all thickly muscled and so well defined. She couldn’t help but take a moment to stroke her hands over the power he held there, just as she couldn’t help but let that stroke drift lower. The cheeks of his impressive ass tightened as she skimmed along their rise and over the curve before making her way back around to face him.

  “Spread your legs some,” she said. His breaths were coming quicker now, and a bead of moisture tipped the head of his penis. Still, he did as she instructed without a moment of pause.

  “Is it hot in here?” she teased, stepping back. She caressed her neck, then her breasts, then clutched at the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it off over her head, slowly, tantalizingly. Tye’s eyes narrowed as his biceps flexed. Yummy, she thought, as she grabbed and massaged her now bare breasts. “That’s better,” she said, her voice sounding low and sultry even to her own ears.

  He let out a growl and adjusted his footing. His stare flicked from her eyes to the jeans she wore and then back. Even though he was bound and couldn’t touch her, she knew what he wanted—which was her totally naked.

  And she’d get there, just not yet. She liked this feeling of control, of doing what she wanted and doing it in her own pace. There was so much about sensuality that was born from teasing and denial. She got that, and right now she was thriving on it—just as she was thriving on taking control of his pleasure.

  One sensual step toward him led to another. His gaze locked onto her mouth, and he lowered his eyelids as she closed in on his lips.

  She liked to think she was in full control of this kiss, but the way he kissed her back had her doubting that. Their tongues fought, their breaths mingled. She pressed her breasts against his chest and he groaned.

  That groan, however, turned into a full-throttle moan when she broke from his lips and slid down his body to drop to her knees in front of him.

  He hissed when she took him into her mouth. He swore softly as she delved deeper. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she swallowed hard around him.

  “Damn,” he swore again.

  She flattened her tongue along his veined length on a quick upstroke. He tasted salty, manly, and she loved it. He scrunched his abs and curved his back before he straightened and looked toward the ceiling, all while breathing hard and swearing yet again.

  “Babe…”

  She looked up at him, at his darkly stubbled jaw, his tight neck and his straining arms. He wanted loose, he wanted to touch her. And God, she wanted him to. But she wanted to give him this so much more.

  Adding her hand into the mix, she gripped the base of his cock and swirled her tongue around the tip before filling her mouth with him once more. Again and again, she devoured him like this. Up, down, swirl, suck.

  “Oh, hell,” he bit out through gritted teeth.

  He was staring down at her now, licking his lips before opening his mouth on yet another groan. She knew she had him so close, so uncontrolled. His arms closed around his ears as he bent gently forward, twisting over her as she continued to lick, stroke and drive him crazy.

  Thing was, she was driving herself just as crazy. She breathed heavily around his cock while her heart hammered not only in her chest, but throughout the rest of her body, too. Her panties were so damp, she had to second-guess the decision she’d made to keep her jeans on. She cupped herself and rubbed over the thick denim with just the right amount of pressure in hopes of easing the ache, but it only made the need raging through her all the stronger.

  “Fuck. Laine.”

  Yes. God yes. He had the right idea. That’s exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to fuck him blind.

  But first…

  She stood in a rush, bringing her hands up to his wrists and untying him as she captured his lips with hers. Once free, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her. He crushed her tightly against him, so tight she could hardly breathe.

  But it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t completely skin-on-skin with him, and being that way was all she could think about. When she squeezed her hands between their sweat-slickened bodies and fumbled with the button on her jeans, he helped her out, digging his thumbs in at her sides and pushing them over her ass and hips once she finally got the zipper down.

  Instead of climbing up his body and fucking him where he stood, she pulled the silk tie around his neck until it hung like an open tie. Gathering the ends in her hands, she walked backward, pulling him along with her. When the backs of her knees hit the ottoman she stepped once more, pushing it to butt up against the wide chair by the window. She sat slowly, seductively, practically draping her body over the rich, dark leather.

  “My turn,” she said, letting her hand trail down her body to slide over her soaked pussy. “On your knees. I want your mouth here.” She wasn’t sure exactly where this wanton side of her had suddenly come from, and right now she didn’t really care. The need boomeranging around inside her for his touch barreled over any shyness she might’ve thought to feel.

  She’d never seen anyone comply so fast. Before she could think straight, his hands were under her, gripping her ass while he stole her ever-loving mind with his mouth.

  His tongue dipped inside her once, then twice, only to retreat each time to flick over her clit. After the third time, he stayed there, concentrating on that tight bud like it was his fucking job.

  God, he deserved a hell of a promotion.

  “Your fingers. Add your fingers.” She wrapped the ends of the silk tie around her hands and tried to pull him in closer as her knees fell open to make more room for his wide shoulders. “Yes,” she hissed when he pulled one of his hands out from under her and slid a finger deep inside her. “Faster. Faster.”

  Her thoughts were spinning now, circling around him, his mouth and his fingers. She didn’t need his permission to come, not this time. This time she was in charge.

  He knew just where to touch her, just how she liked it. Every lick over the hyper-aware bundle of nerves her clit had become pushed her closer. She was right-fricking-there.

  Her orgasm flooded over her like a deadly, dangerous ocean wave. She drowned in it, drowned in him. Her moan caught in her throat and her lungs burned from holding it in. The growl he let loose when he closed his lips around her clit and sucked vibrated over his tongue to thrum through her body.

  “Oh my God.”

  Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he shifted to nibble along the inside of her thigh. But the absence of his mouth on her pussy did little to ebb the need still throbbing inside her.

  She wasn’t done with him yet, not by a long shot.

  “Switch places with me,” she said, breathless.

  From between her thighs, he shot her an intoxicating stare, yet hesitated. Her body still tingling, she slid off the end of the ottoman and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard and fast, wanting him so badly she couldn’t see straight. “Sit and don’t move.”

  She hopped up and went over to the hidden cabinet in his closet for more of the silk ties. As she gathered them up, her eyes caught on something a little more interesting. A little more fun.

  And a hell of a lot more exc
iting.

  By the time she turned back around, he’d taken his place on the chair. The sight of him sitting there, waiting for her, gripped her heart in a vise. His big, sculpted body fit the chair and ottoman perfectly and had her mouth watering.

  With her hands full of ribbons, lube and the addition of a stretchy, bright-pink vibrating cock ring, she swept by the nightstand to add a condom to her treasure trove before setting it all on the ottoman between his legs. She stood there, twisting the end of one of the ribbons around her finger, knowing in her heart what she wanted to do, but not knowing if she had the internal strength to pull it off.

  Because what she wanted to do was have her way with him. To tie him down and—

  Oh God. Tie him down…

  A cold sweat broke out along the nape of her neck. She wasn’t sure if she—

  “Don’t think, baby.” The electrifying look he gave her at that moment said he knew exactly what she’d had in mind. It also told her that he was completely on board with the idea. “Just do it. Take the control. Take your power back and hold on to it.”

  Her power… Not his power. Not the power of the man who attacked her. This was about her, for her. He was hers to control, to do with what she wanted. He was giving her that.

  But at the same time, he was giving her so much more.

  “Trust me,” he whispered.

  She did. With everything inside her, she did. And he was right. Now was the time to grab hold of all of it—her strength, her courage, her sexuality and her power. Now was the time to move full steam ahead into the life she’d previously only dreamed about.

  He understood her like no other person ever had.

  “My Tye,” she breathed.

  “Only yours, just as you’re only mine.”

  Later, she’d realize this was the moment she truly fell in love with him. A fiery rush of heat blossomed over her skin and seeped into her muscles as they held each other’s stare. A newfound strength bolstered her voice as she pushed the ottoman out from under his legs with her knee. “Hands down by the legs. Feet out in front.”

  “That’s my girl,” he said, doing as he was told.

  She knelt beside him and slowly—consciously—tethered his wrists and ankles to the stubbly legs of the oversized leather chair. She climbed onto his lap then, seductively straddling his thighs and bookending his hips with her knees as she danced her fingers up his stomach.

  “So?” he said lazily. “You have me where you want me. Now what?”

  The edge of her lip quirked. “This.”

  She squeezed a good shot of the lube into her palm and rubbed her hands together. Her entire body tensed along with his as she reached between her thighs and grasped his thick cock. When he moaned, so did she. Unhurriedly, she began to work her hands up, down and all around his magnificently hard penis.

  “Laine.” He dropped his head back and closed his eyes. “Sweet Jesus…”

  “Stay with me,” she whispered, repeating the instructions he gave her last night.

  “I’m with you.” He lifted his head and pierced her with another heady stare. “Hell, I’m so with you.”

  “Good.” She needed him to be.

  She kept one hand on him and reached for the cock ring with the other. Despite her sitting on top of him, he arched his hips upward as she slicked the stretchy toy over the head of his penis. The blush-colored ring fit tight, but the way his eyes drifted shut on a soft moan told her that he didn’t seem to mind. With every down stroke, she slid it further over him. With every up stroke she teased the head of his cock, circling it casually with her thumb.

  “Baby… Jesus,” he said once again. “You’re going to make me come just from putting this damn ring on.”

  “Oh, no.” She leaned in closer and blew her words against his lips. “You know the rules. No coming until I say you can.”

  He groaned and she wasn’t sure if it was from her gentle reminder or because she’d finally managed to work the ring all the way down around the base of his dick. The velvety skin covering his shaft took on a reddened hue and she swore she could feel each and every throb along its swollen, veined length.

  God, how she wanted every inch of that length inside her.

  She held him there, with her hand tucked between the steeled muscles of his pelvis and the heat of his cock. She inched forward on his lap until she could reach him with the part of her body that needed his touch the most. She slicked her pussy over him, holding him against her as she slowly rubbed her clit up and down his cock.

  For the first time since she tied him down, he flexed his arms against the restraint of the ribbons as if he wanted to reach for her. His pecs stiffened against the pull, but she didn’t stop. Yes, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted his hands on her breasts, her hips, her thighs as she rode him hard. But this, the flip of control between them, outranked those needs. It was his pleasure she was holding in her hands. His desires. And she was damn well going to give him her all.

  “I want you, just like this. No barriers.” The words tumbled from her lips before she could stop them. She hadn’t ever not used protection before. But he felt so good, so warm, and she knew her body so well. She wanted every part of him, every facet she could get. “I’m clean, but not on the Pill, Tye. My chances of getting pregnant are slim, but—”

  “Holy hell, yes,” he hissed out. “You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me, either. I—oh fuck…”

  She didn’t give him the chance to finish. She raised on her knees slightly, just enough to slide over him before she dropped back down. A throaty cry tore from her lungs as he filled her completely.

  Good. Lord. He stretched her in ways she never thought possible. She moved over him, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She couldn’t get enough. Her nerve endings were going ballistic. Firing erratically, just as erratically as her heartbeat and breathing had become. She clutched the back of the chair, with one hand on either side of his head, and held on tight.

  “Ah baby. Ah hell, baby…”

  Tye couldn’t say anything else. All rationale left his mind and body the second she sheathed him in her hot pussy. On one hand he had the ring squeezing the base of his dick, making him feel like he could go at this for hours. On the other, he had her fucking his brains out—with her breasts bouncing just out of reach of his mouth and no latex to dim a single, solitary sensation—making him feel like he was only a handful of seconds away from exploding. And all the while he was dying to touch her. To cup one of those bouncing breasts and guide it to his waiting mouth. To reach around and finger her anus to drive her insane like he’d done before.

  Only this time, he couldn’t. This time, it was her driving him insane. He pulled again at the ribbons binding his wrists. He knew he could break them. It wouldn’t be that hard. His palms burned with the need to run them over her body, to touch every soft and silky inch. He fought hard, wrestling with the impulse to free himself of the ties, to flip her securely under him and drive into her over and over until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

  But his instinct was no match for the love he had for this woman. Back in the hospital, he had promised to hold himself in check and do whatever it took to help her through this, and now the time had come to make good on that promise. He hadn’t been lying when he told her that she needed the control more than he did right now. And God, he’d honestly never seen her look more beautiful.

  As she reached between them, however, he quickly amended his last thought. He’d never seen her look more beautiful—or more devilish.

  All it took was one tiny push of her finger combined with a sexy-as-hell smile and he was a complete goner. The buzz from the vibrating bullet on the cock ring spread through his dick and balls like wildfire. He clenched his hands, his jaw, damn it, even his ass cheeks. She was blowing his mind with the gorgeous way she looked, the incredible way she felt, and he was helpless to do anything other than to hold on and let her wring every last bit out of him that she could.


  Grabbing onto his shoulders, she tossed her head back and let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard, which only revved him up all the more. With no condom on, he couldn’t help but feel her flood around him. Her heat, her wetness, the flipping cock ring…

  Jesus, he was beyond toast.

  With every up and down thrust, with every sound she made, she tightened on him more. He had the ribbons around both his ankles and wrists stretched to the breaking point, but there was no way he could relax even one cell of his body. He was hanging on by a miniscule thread, but he was determined to play fair and hold on to it until she said the one word that would allow him to let go.

  He nearly lost it when she dug her fingernails into the skin at his shoulders. And he came this close to losing it again as she kept up the pressure and scraped her nails down his chest.

  The sting lit him up, fueling the fire that was already thrashing around his pelvis. The red lines welling up along her razor-like path set off every warning signal he possessed—he’d crashed into his threshold. He couldn’t take any more.

  “Baby. Ah God, baby.” There was no mistaking the torment in his voice. His desperation ran high, so high he knew there was no turning back. “Please.”

  Fuck, she’d reduced him to begging.

  “Not yet. Just… Mmm… Tye.”

  Sweat broke out along his forehead, his neck, his chest, yet she kept going. He curled his toes into the carpet and dug his fingernails into his palms, neither of which did a damn bit of good. She had him losing his mind.

  When she leaned in a hairsbreadth closer, he instinctively met her halfway. Her nipple brushed his lips and he opened, catching the tight bud between his teeth and tongue. He sucked and nibbled at the same time, drawing a quivering yes out of her.

  “Keep going,” she instructed. “Don’t stop.”