Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple I

by Various

  She’d never let a man give her orders before. He’d been right—she was used to being in control. She’d never trusted a man enough to give herself up to him completely.

  Until now.

  She awkwardly pulled at one shirt cuff, tugging it over her wrist. Then the other.

  Her bra came off with the shirt in one tangled mess.

  Jake’s gaze never left her. As she bent to peel off her skirt and hose, their gazes met…and she saw his mental visions again. Saw him push her up against the bed, turn her back to him, and bend her over. Then he knelt and pressed his face between her legs from behind. Her hips wriggled, so he grabbed them and held her tight, forcing her back against his mouth. God, how he wanted to eat her.

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  lose the connection with Jake. Then she peeled off her clothes in a rush, eager to get onto that bed with him.

  When she finished undressing she walked to him boldly, slipping her hands under the bottom of his sweater. His skin felt hot and smooth over firm muscles. He didn’t lift his hands, didn’t touch her at all. And she couldn’t quite read what was in his mind.

  Maybe she was too excited. She felt gloriously wicked, rubbing her naked body against his fully-clothed one.

  “Don’t you want to touch me?” she asked.

  He moved then, taking her wrists in his hands and pulling them away…wrapping her arms behind her back. “You’re still in control, Faith.”

  He pushed her back against the wall, so quickly that she almost stumbled. The solid heat of him pressed against her front. The silkiness of his sweater against her naked breasts startled a moan out of her.

  His mouth swooped down onto hers, licking, nipping at her lips, teasing her. She tried to put her arms around him, to touch him, but his hands still held her wrists.

  His thigh urged her legs apart, pressing against her cunt. “Spread your legs,” he muttered.

  She did.

  Suddenly her hands were free. His thigh retreated, and his wicked, clever fingers were between her legs, sliding, stroking, probing. His hand made her crazy. And the connection between them grew stronger, until she could feel what he felt, could feel her wet heat against his fingers, her nipples grazing his chest. She moaned and leaned against the wall, clutching at his shoulders.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured against her neck. He dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth between her legs, licking and suckling and moaning against her.

  She reached out blindly and found his silky hair, tangling her fingers in it as his lips and tongue devoured her. She could sense his hunger as he sucked greedily. God, she could almost taste herself.

  Tell me what you need, Faith.

  Up. Oh, there. There!

  Mmm.

  Yes, yes.

  He knew exactly what to do, as if he felt what she felt. Maybe he did. The same way she felt his pleasure, his joy in eating her. She knew the moment he started rubbing his cock through his pants. She could feel his need as well as her own. And his passion magnified hers, brought her to an urgent height she’d never known, until she cried out and crashed into a resounding, trembling orgasm that left her drained and shaky.

  His arms wrapped around her waist, and he panted against her stomach. He sounded as winded as she felt. And he hadn’t even climaxed. He rubbed his wet mouth back and forth on her abdomen.

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  I love a lush woman.

  I’ve got plenty of lush.

  He chuckled, as if he’d heard her thoughts. He must have.

  After one last caress on her belly, he stood and gave her a deep kiss, a kiss scented with her sex. She knew he wanted to fuck her. And she was more than ready. He pulled away, took her hand, and led her to the bed. “Lie down.”

  Another order. She obeyed meekly, lying on her side and propping her head up on one hand. He went to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, and came back with something cloth-like in his hand.

  A necktie. Two neckties.

  Her breathing hitched.

  He sat on the bed and ran a hand down her neck, over her breasts, in one long, slow caress. His fingers teased the hard peak of her nipple. With his free hand, he pushed her shoulder so she fell onto her back. Then he brought her hands up over her head. One of the ties went around her wrists, binding her hands together in a silky prison.

  He stood and looked down at her, holding the second tie in his hand. Suddenly he grinned. “I should have brought more ties.”

  He leaned over her, his sweater inches from her face, and fumbled with her hands again.

  She tried to bring her hands down, but couldn’t move. He must have tied her to one of the slats in the headboard. “Now I can’t touch you,” she said.

  He licked down her forearm…a wet, hot slide that made her tremble. “That’s the idea. I’ll do the touching for both of us.”

  When he left the bed, she turned to watch him undress. His chest was beautiful—

  strong, broad and lightly furred. He tugged open his trousers, then pulled them off along with his briefs.

  She had to strain her neck to see, but the view was worth it. God, he was sexy. Tall and muscular, but not too bulky. His cock, hard and red, stood upright against his stomach.

  She reached for him and the ties pulled tight. Ah. For a second she’d forgotten that she was tied up.

  At his mercy.

  He knelt on the bed and ran a hand over her shoulder, up her arm, to where her wrists were tied. You’re mine, he thought.

  Yes.

  He knelt over her and pulled at the tie. “Nice and tight,” he commented. “How does it feel, being tied up? Out of control?”

  He wanted her to fear it. Just a little. “Scary.”

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  He froze. “Too scary?” He’d untie her if she asked him to. Couldn’t he tell that was the last thing she wanted?

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Good. But just in case, we need a safe word,” he said.

  “A what?”

  “A safe word. A word you can say if you want me to stop.”

  “Can’t I just say stop?”

  A ghost of a smile touched his lips. Naïve little Faith. “You might say stop and not mean it. To pretend you’re struggling.” He bent close, until she felt his hot, teasing breath in her ear. “I might like that,” he whispered.

  She shivered. “But if I can stop you, you’re not really…”

  “Not really in control?”

  She nodded.

  He gave her a gentle kiss. “I don’t want to do anything against your will, Faith. I want you to be able to stop me if you really do get frightened. But we need a word you’re not likely to say in fun.”

  She couldn’t think of a thing. Nothing but the incredible heat of his chest pressing against hers, the teasing strokes of his fine, soft hair against her cheek.

  His tongue slid along the rim of her ear. “Violin,” he whispered.

  “What?”

  “If you want me to stop, say violin.”

  He played the violin. She could sense it. But he didn’t think he played well. No doubt he was a perfectionist even when it came to his hobbies.

  He kissed her, his mouth brushing against hers lightly, teasingly. When she tried to lift her head, to deepen the kiss, he pulled away. His gaze swept from her bound hands down to her legs. “Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this? Knowing I can do anything I want to you?”

  Oh, she knew all right. Pure lust filled his psyche. “I…I have some idea.”

  “I’ll make you like it, too,” he said.

  “I already do,” she admitted.

  His mouth moved to her neck, his tongue trailing fire along her skin. “Mmm. I’m going to lick every inch of your body.”


  Oh, yes. “All right.”

  He chuckled, a husky sound that rumbled against her neck. “You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.”

  She wouldn’t want to.

  “Maybe I’ll do something you don’t want,” he murmured.

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  A sharp bite made her gasp. Heat radiated out from the spot he’d bitten on her neck. “You’ll bruise me.”

  “So?” He nipped her neck again, more lightly this time, but probably hard enough to leave a bruise. “I want to leave my mark all over you.”

  “You already have.”

  She felt a rush of tenderness from him, as though she’d given him more than a compliment. “You’re good for my ego, Faith.”

  He certainly didn’t seem to have problems with his ego. Or maybe he hid his vulnerability behind that veneer of arrogance.

  He bit her neck again, higher, in the sensitive spot below her ear. She squirmed on the bed, pressing her thighs together, wishing he’d touch her there…wishing he’d go down on her…hell, wishing he’d fuck her. That first climax had left her primed. Empty and aching for more.

  “Patience,” he whispered. “First I’m going to brand you. Everywhere.”

  His mouth moved to her collarbone, his hair brushing lightly on her chin. He licked, then bit. His tongue traced along her collarbone, then down, down to her breast. He grazed her nipple with the sharp edge of his teeth. Surely he wouldn’t bite her there.

  He took her breast in his mouth and held it in his teeth gently, threateningly. Then his tongue lashed her nipple back and forth. Her arms strained against the ties. If only she could hold his head there.

  He pulled away, sliding his mouth to the side of her breast. He nipped, and she cried out.

  He lifted his head and reached up to cup her face in one hand. Hurt? She heard his thoughts before he spoke. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “No. You just startled me.”

  He suckled her breasts for long moments, laving her with his tongue, letting her feel his hot breath on her moist flesh. When he lifted his head, he cupped her breasts in his hands. “So beautiful,” he murmured. He rose above her, angling his chest over hers and swooping in for a deep kiss. He couldn’t decide what to do with her next.

  Eat me.

  He chuckled.

  Oh, now he was going to tease her. Damn.

  He drifted back down her body, passing lightly over her breasts, and suckled hard on her stomach. When he pulled back, she sensed how pleased he was to see a little red mark, a bruise forming.

  Her bellybutton filled with hot wetness—his tongue. He licked down to her hip, then nipped there. She felt his mouth move down the top of her thigh, hot and wet.

  “Open your legs,” he said.

  Her breath caught. Surely he wouldn’t bite her—

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  “Do it,” he commanded.

  She hesitantly spread her feet, just a few inches apart. He buried his face between her legs, rubbing his mouth back and forth, and she opened her legs further, wanting the joy only his talented tongue could give her.

  He sucked on her clit hard, and she moaned with the sharp pleasure of it. A finger thrust into her, deep and fast, wriggling against her inside walls while his mouth suckled. Oh, yes. She’d come in a minute…in just a minute…oh, just another minute…

  Suddenly he turned his head and bit the inside of her thigh. She cried out in surprise.

  And then she felt him smile against her leg.

  He’d left her hanging on the edge of orgasm. On purpose. Just to torment her.

  Damn him.

  He was lucky her hands weren’t free.

  He moved up and spread his body out against her side, leaving his fingers between her legs, brushing lightly over her clit. Too lightly. Far too lightly to make her climax.

  She wriggled her hips, and his touch grew even lighter. More teasing. “Jake, please.”

  “Please what?”

  She groaned. “You know.”

  “Maybe. But I won’t do it until you ask nicely.”

  “Please…I want you inside me.”

  He pressed a finger deep inside her. “There.”

  She clenched down on him, moaning. “You know what I mean.”

  He kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue. When he pulled back, she could barely focus on his face through the haze of her need.

  A second long, hot finger joined the first, stretching her open, thrusting in a devious rhythm. “I’m inside you. Isn’t that what you asked for?”

  God, he’d tease her to death. “Please, Jake. Please.”

  His hand moved in slow, steady thrusts, brushing her clit with every stroke. She bit her lip to stop a moan.

  “This isn’t what you wanted?”

  She shook her head.

  “Tell me.”

  You know, damn it.

  Say it.

  She closed her eyes, hiding from his knowing gaze. “Your cock,” she whispered. “I want your cock inside me.”

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  He lifted away from her, and then she felt the mattress sag under her head.

  Something warm, hard and hot brushed her lips. She gasped and opened her eyes.

  He was kneeling over her head, his cock against her mouth.

  “Here,” he said. “Take my cock inside. Just like you asked.”

  She could refuse. But need rolled off of him in waves, the need to have her pleasure him like this, the need to dominate her. And she needed to please him just as much.

  So she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside, sucking gently, swirling her tongue around him.

  God, yes.

  She couldn’t tell whose thought that was.

  He touched her jaw with one strong hand, feeling her mouth move on him. His hips rocked back and forth, shallow thrusts that made her wish she could take him deeper, made her wish she could grab his hips and hold him hard against her.

  She’d never enjoyed this so much. Sensing exactly what he needed, feeling his pleasure…it was almost like she was pleasing herself. And even if she hadn’t felt how much he loved this, his gasps and moans would have told her. She sucked harder, making little noises of her own around his cock.

  He groaned. Her mouth made a soft sucking sound as he pulled his cock away…pulled it away just an instant before he came. She sensed that, too.

  He lay next to her, pressing against her full length, and his hand found her pussy again, dipping and teasing. He knew just how to keep her on the brink. No doubt he could sense it, just like she was reading things from him.

  Maybe he could sense how damned desperate she was. Fuck me.

  “I can’t hear you,” he said.

  Damn his arrogance. “I know you did.”

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  Fine. Whatever it took, she’d do it. “Fuck me,” she said.

  He kissed her cheek. “You’re blushing.”

  No doubt. “I’ve never said that to a man before,” she admitted.

  He brushed his mouth over hers in the lightest of kisses. “I know. That’s why I wanted you to say it to me.”

  How sweet. If she could have moved, she’d have kissed him back.

  He kept stroking her sex with his hand, sliding into her with his fingers. He made no move to cover her.

  “Aren’t you going to…” She couldn’t say it again.

  “Patience.”

  How could he be patient? She was dying from his teasing…aching, squirming, all but screaming. If her hands were free, she’d make him just as crazy. Next time.

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  He propped his head up on one hand, gazing down at her face while his fingers tortured her. Looking into those glinting blue eyes while his hand drove her crazy—it was too much. Too much intimacy. She had to close her eyes.

  But even with her eyes closed, she read his though
ts, his feelings. He loved teasing her like this. He wanted her to beg. To beg him to dominate her. He wanted her to talk dirty to him.

  She took a deep, shuddering breath and opened her eyes. “Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me or make me come with your hand.”

  He flicked her clit with the tip of a finger, making her gasp. “So demanding,” he murmured. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s the master here.”

  He lifted his hand from between her legs, then rose to his knees beside her. “Maybe I won’t fuck you at all.”

  An idle threat. But she couldn’t bear not having him touch her. “Please,” she begged, straining against the ties, turning as far as she could to face him. “I’m sorry.

  Please…touch me again.”

  “Punishment first.” His tone was harsh. But she knew he wasn’t really angry. He just wanted to…play with her.

  He pulled at her hip, turning her on her side so that she faced away from him. The ties pulled at her wrists, straining her arms. He pushed her closer to the headboard, relieving some of the pressure on her shoulders. He must have sensed her discomfort.

  Yet he still intended to punish her.

  His hand slid over the curve of her ass. “You have the hottest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  Great. He was comparing her to other women.

  A sharp bite on her ass made her gasp and try to pull away from him. Then a hard slap stung her. “I’m going to make it even hotter.”

  He slapped her again. And again. Lightly stinging, warming her skin. He knew just how hard to hit…hard enough to make her tingle, hard enough to make her want more.

  And she knew what he wanted, too. She pulled away, whimpering in pretend pain, and his strokes got lighter. He had to know he wasn’t really hurting her.

  He stopped and pressed his front against her back, pressed his cock into the warm crease of her ass. “You liked that,” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded, even though he didn’t need the confirmation.

  “Naughty Faith,” he murmured. “I’ll have to punish you for enjoying it.”

  He pulled away, then tugged on her hip until she was lying on her back again. She couldn’t see exactly what he had in mind. She probed more insistently, and there it was—his head between her legs…

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded.

  Oh, yes. Now she saw exactly what he wanted. She obediently bent her knees and spread them wide, exposing herself as blatantly as a woman could.