“Every five steps,” he whispered against her lips before starting up the beach again. True to his word, after five steps she was in his arms again, being kissed into a mindless oblivion of sensation and connection.
“At this rate, this is going to be a very long walk,” she said when he tugged her forward another five paces and kissed her again.
She deepened this kiss, her tongue caressing his lip, and he groaned. His hand slid down to cup her ass and drew her against him. The unmistakable hard ridge in his shorts sent curls of desire twisting inside her.
“Or a very short one,” he said, nipping her lip, her jaw, the tender spot beneath her ear.
He squeezed her ass, and she whimpered, so glad that he’d slipped out of his earlier funk over Sara. She wasn’t going to ask what had changed. She sure as hell didn’t want to bring up the subject again and ruin their enchanting moments in the surf.
“Let’s go back to your place,” he said, “before we scandalize that group of elderly ladies.”
Dawn shifted her gaze to the beach walkers passing them as they followed the curving ridge of collected seaweed. The women didn’t look scandalized at all. Every one shared a knowing smile with her when their eyes briefly met. Dawn was more concerned about their influence on the preteen boys gawking at them from beneath a shady fabric gazebo near the dunes. Had it been a weekday, they’d have likely had the beach all to themselves and been able to make out without an audience. Perhaps tonight, after the sun set, they would do just that.
“Let’s walk a bit farther,” she said. “It’s such a nice day.” And she was enjoying the foreplay.
“If we continue, I’m not sure I’ll make it back.”
He shifted his hips slightly, rubbing his arousal against her. She was equally aroused, but she had the advantage of being able to hide that fact.
“You don’t have to kiss me every five steps,” she said, doubling down on this little stop by stealing another kiss from his gorgeous lips. When she drew away, she opened her eyes and met his stare.
Those dark eyes of his made her heart thud with excitement. He was looking at her now the way he looked at her when she was naked and bound and begging him to take her.
“Yes, I do,” he said, his voice low and husky. It caressed her deep inside where she ached for his hardness.
“I know you have an issue with breaking promises—”
“That’s not why I have to kiss you,” he interrupted. “I thought you couldn’t be any more gorgeous than you are by candlelight, but the sunshine makes your hair glow like fire, the green in your eyes brighten, and those sexy as fuck freckles of yours pepper your skin.”
Damn, she hated her freckles, but she liked that he referred to them as sexy as fuck.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I can’t wait to get you naked, to rediscover every freckle on your body.”
Yes, please. She’d like some of that.
“Every wave that washes over my feet reminds me of the slow, sensual rhythm that drives us both and demands I take you to its steady cadence.”
And she’d really like some of that.
“Oh wow.” She blew out a weary sigh and reached her arms high over her head in an exaggerated stretch. “I’m beat from all this walking. I should probably head home for an afternoon nap.”
He chuckled. “You read my mind.”
“Darn.” She pouted at him. “I hoped you had something a bit more invigorating on your mind than a nap.”
He laughed again. “You have no idea how invigorating my naptime can be.”
“Please tell me I’m about to find out.”
She squealed in surprise when he scooped her up into his arms and headed back the short distance to the beach house. As promised, he paused every three steps on the return trip to kiss her, but these weren’t the toe-curling, leisurely smooches of before. These were hurried pecks so that his kisses wouldn’t hinder their progress.
She couldn’t wait to be alone, without beach-goers or even the ghost of Sara between them.
He didn’t glance at Sara’s house as they passed the large, sunny yellow structure. His attention was on Dawn and getting to the blue rental next door as quickly as he could traverse the powdery sand of the dune. It tugged mercilessly at his bare feet, slowing him down.
“Damned sand.”
“I can walk,” she said, drawing her fingers through the long silky strands of his hair, though she rather enjoyed how feminine he made her feel. She was tall for a woman and had never been as light as air. Not many men could lift her, much less carry her.
He didn’t set her down until he reached the steps, and when her feet touched the ground, she turned and bolted up the stairs as fast as she could move. She wouldn’t be stopping every three steps for a little kiss; she wanted so much more of him than that. He was laughing as he chased her. The rich happy sound spread through her, reminding her how joyful he could be when his mind was free of troubles. The man was an expert at compartmentalizing.
Glad she hadn’t bothered to lock the door when she’d gone next door earlier, she bolted inside the house and was surprised to find herself caught in Kellen’s arms as he bumped into her from behind. He was faster than she’d estimated. She hadn’t even had time to shed her clothes in the hopes of tempting him to get right down to business.
He seemed to be of the same mind as he kicked the door shut. His mouth was on her neck, one hand on her breast, the other hiking up her skirt until he found . . . yes.
“I want you,” he said near her ear. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.”
She stifled her words, knowing that if she said what was on her mind—why shouldn’t you want me?—that they’d end up talking, most likely about Sara, and she did not want to squelch the passion that burned so brightly between them when they allowed it.
“Then take me.” She reached behind her, her hand easily finding his hard length. He gasped, and when she wasted no time freeing him from his shorts, her name shuddered out from between his lips. “Take me right here.”
His groan of torment made her core pulse with need, and yet as turned on as she was, she was after something much deeper than his cock inside her. She stifled a moan of disappointment when he didn’t yank her panties off and bury himself deep. Control. The man had way too much control. He walked farther into the house, his arms tight around her, carrying most of her weight since her feet were barely on the floor. He headed for her piano. God, she hoped he didn’t request that she play right now. Was it too damned much to ask that he give up a shred of that control and fuck her when she needed to be fucked?
He flattened her palms on the closed lid of the piano and leaned over her, his weight bending her over the smooth surface. “Don’t move,” he said, his voice a low, tortured growl rising from deep in his chest.
Her breath caught when his hands moved under her skirt and tugged her panties down her thighs. His fingers brushed the wetness between her swollen lips. She lifted a hand from the piano to reach behind her—wanting to touch him as much as she wanted him to continue touching her.
“You can’t move, Dawn, or I’ll need to tie you.”
She returned her palm to the lid of the piano, and before she could ponder the meaning behind his words, he was inside her. His deep thrusts were oh so slow. Oh so exquisite. Perfectly in sync with the lapping waves outside. His hands moved from her hips to rest on the piano on either side of her. Their only connections were where their bodies were joined and in the sensual rhythm that drove them both.
“Why do you torment me?” His breath ticked the back of her shoulder, and she wasn’t sure if he was referring to her or to Sara. “Why does everything you do turn me on? Why do I resent my feelings for her so much when I’m with you?”
She didn’t dare answer his questions. He was lost in her and in himself. And was finally, finally, making love to her without having to tie her. This was an important step. She wasn’t sure if it was a huge step for him or
a tiny one, but they were moving in the right direction. Maybe someday he’d let her make love to him or better yet, they’d make love together, but this time she let him have his way and held still because, frankly, he was good at this and if she shut off her thoughts and just let herself feel him, he awakened her body and heightened her senses to a pinnacle she’d never reached with any other man.
“You feel so good,” he whispered.
She nodded, concentrating hard on not rocking back to drive him deeper. She wanted him to feel comfortable—safe about taking her without ropes forcing her cooperation—but damn it was a challenge to hold still when every instinct told her to meet his strokes.
His steady, deep thrusts took her up, up, up. She bit her lip, trying to hold back moans of pleasure, but it was futile. The rhythm was driving her closer to the edge. If he would just . . . oh . . .
She was so far beyond her usual point of release that she was afraid to let go. If he’d give her clit the attention he usually showed it, she could come and be done with it. Hell, if he squeezed her nipple at this point, she’d likely explode. But no. The same deep and slow rhythm continued to drag her higher and higher. She needed release so bad that her pussy ached from being so swollen, so thoroughly fucked.
“I can’t take much more,” she said.
“You will.”
She would, because his possession felt fucking amazing, but she really couldn’t take more. Oh God, please, just let me come. She hadn’t realized she’d begged out loud until he chuckled. Her whole body was so sensitive, his laughter sounded cruel.
“I could let you come. Your clit must be driving you insane, because your pussy is unbelievably swollen and tight right now. You have no idea how good it feels to fuck you when you’re this turned on.”
She had some idea. She squirmed, and even that slight change in contact had her gasping for air. Her hips began to rock on their own. She dug her fingers into the lid of the piano, trying to halt her mindless need to urge him into a faster pace, but once she started moving, she couldn’t stop. He met her strokes—faster, faster—and each time they came together, his cock bumped into her cervix, sending waves of pleasure deeper than he’d ever reached. A scream tore from her as everything inside her tightened to an unbearable degree and then exploded in mind-blowing waves of pleasure, ripping through her entire body. Hell, she felt her orgasm in her hair follicles and the soles of her feet. Every muscle was quivering, every pleasure sensor ignited. She was scarcely aware of Kellen’s encouraging words as he continued to pound into her, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible.
“That’s it, baby, come. Give me all of it.” His breath caught, and he grabbed her hips to still her motion, but her mindless rocking couldn’t be stopped. “Shit,” he groaned, his fingers digging hard into her flesh. “Don’t move or I’m going to—”
She smiled in satisfaction when he gave up a piece of his control and came inside her. The insides of her thighs were drenched with his cum and hers when he finally collapsed onto her back, breathing so hard she feared his lungs might explode.
“I meant to stop,” he said breathlessly.
She knew it was one of his promises to Sara—to never come inside a woman—and Dawn was sure he’d become all moody and morose over what he’d think was a betrayal and a mistake, but for Dawn, the cum trickling down her thigh was a victory and she savored it.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” she said.
He laughed and snuggled his face into her back. “Me too. That was amazing.”
Happiness bubbled through her, and her smile spread so wide, her eyes watered. She blinked back tears, figuring he’d mistake her crying after sex as something negative.
“I just wanted to tide you over until I could tie you properly.”
Being slowly tied up—with all the treasuring intention she knew he’d show—was precisely what she needed at the moment.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “I’d say you did a great job of tiding us both over.”
“I’ve never licked my own cum out of a pussy before.”
Her eyes widened, and she twisted to look over her shoulder. His face wore an odd look of contemplation.
“I wonder how that tastes.”
“Only one way to find out,” she said breathlessly.
He grinned. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dawn no longer resented the man’s unbreakable vows. As promised, he’d tied her in emotional knots on the inside and spent the next hours constructing a beautiful web of red, blue, and yellow knots on the outside. As she lay trembling in the aftermath of his sweet, satisfying torture, she could feel his knots so deep inside her that she knew she’d never be free of him.
And she was perfectly okay with that.
Chapter Seven
Kellen lay beside Dawn, tossing stray bits of rope lying in disarray around her off the bed. He’d managed to maintain control for quite some time, but after touching her and tasting her for hours, he’d finally allowed himself to fuck her, and the ropes he’d so carefully secured around her long beautiful legs had gotten in his way, so he’d had to cut them. A shame really—after all that work—but he thought he might die if he didn’t get his dick into her at one point, so the scissors had made short work of his living sculpture, and her tight, molten pussy had been worth every snip of the rope.
After he’d exploded inside her—filled her with more of his broken promises—he’d given himself a moment to catch his breath before starting the slow, attentive process of untying each remaining knot and working the blood flow back through her muscles and joints. She was completely sated.
“Show me how to tie you now,” Dawn said, reaching for a long length of red rope that had bound her arms together from wrists to shoulder not long before.
Okay, apparently she wasn’t completely sated.
Kellen’s heart rate accelerated because, yes, he wanted her to tie him. Wanted to give her control as she had gifted him with hers. But wanting something and making that desire a reality were two very different things. Once he was at her mercy, he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to. He had no way of predicting how he’d react once he was bound and helpless. “It’s easier if I show you how on someone else first,” he said. “Maybe Owen will volunteer.”
He was positive Owen would volunteer. Thinking about showing Dawn how to tie knots on Owen’s hard body had parts of Kellen growing hard again.
“I can follow instructions,” she said. “Show me a few knots.”
He sat beside her on the bed, took a black rope in his hands, and showed her how to tie several knots. She was a fast learner, much faster than he’d been. Her fingers worked the rope like magic, and watching her manipulate the knots on her thigh, which she was using for practice, was giving him far more than the courage to try being tied. It made him want it implicitly.
“So maybe I should start with your legs,” she said. “That way if I do something wrong, your hands will be free and you can correct me.”
His heart was thudding so hard, he thought it might burst in his chest, and even though he’d just come inside her, his cock was rigid with anticipation. “Good idea.”
“Or I could tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts and have my way with you.”
He found that idea less than inspiring. “Would you prefer I do that to you rather than take my time tying each knot in a way that treasures each inch of your body?”
“Hell no, but I’m not sure I’m patient enough to give you the full experience before I get my own relief.”
“It will be worth the wait.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes to the heavens. “It always is.”
He allowed her to position his body as she wanted it—flat on his back with his legs slightly splayed. He already felt vulnerable. Wasn’t sure why that feeling turned him on so much.
“I definitely want to feature that glorious erection you got going on there,” she said. When he laughed, she added, �
�But the rest of you deserves attention as well. Your thighs and hips and chest and arms. Your throat and ass and back.”
“You have to pick a side. You won’t be able to reach it all unless I’m standing, and I don’t think that’s wise since I’ll likely fall when I zone out.”
“That zoning out is almost my favorite part.”
“Almost?”
“The orgasm tops it,” she said. She pinched her thumb and forefinger together. “But just barely.”
“I’ve never had an orgasm while tied. Toshi just left me there when he tied me up. But I remember dwelling on how much I needed to come until I was able to find that zone. Then the orgasm didn’t matter.”
“Trust me,” she said, “it matters.”
She settled on focusing her creative knots on his front side. “I’ll do your back next time.”
He liked the sound of that. How amazing was it that she enjoyed the art of Shibari as much as he did. If they both became masters, there was no limit to the amount of pleasure they could share.
“Now relax,” she murmured, settling into a kneeling position between his feet. “It’s my first time. It might take me a while.”
He wriggled his toes as she settled the first knot at the sole of one foot. He directed her—a little to the right, down—until the knot hit his sweet spot. His toes curled under, and a sigh of pleasure erupted from him.
“Right there,” she murmured, looping the end of the rope around his ankle to hold the knot in place.
Her manipulation moved the knot slightly, so it was no longer centered over a pleasure point, but she patiently redid her work until it was perfect. She bent his knee into position and formed a crisscrossing suspension pattern between his shin and thigh. Her hands were like soft magic against his skin; the rope gave more solid, focused sensations wherever it tightened. He was painfully aware of how hard he was and how neglected his cock felt as she centered all her attention on his left leg. When she was satisfied with her work, she looked to him for approval.
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