Thinking hard, Lily turned around to flee once again, only to slam into a very solid, very masculine chest.
When she felt Andrew wrap his arms around her waist, Lily’s breath escaped her lungs.
“Ah ha,” he proclaimed, completely satisfied, “my slave for the evening.”
Lily raised herself onto her tiptoes and kissed his mouth.
Feeling his hands loosen their hold, she wrenched herself away and quickly ran through the trees, running as far and as fast as she could. Teasing about binding Andrew up was one thing; allowing him to bind her up without any sort of fight was completely another.
From the heavy footfalls sounding behind her, Lily knew he was in hot pursuit. The chase spurred her on more. Running, panting for her breath, Lily dodged and weaved between the trees, hoping to lose Andrew. If she could just get her sense of direction back for a moment, she could point herself toward the hotel and meet Andrew back at his room.
Feeling a stitch form in her side, Lily looked around. Not seeing Andrew pounding behind her, she stopped to get her bearings.
Turning around, she realized, even though she couldn’t be that far away from the street, she had no idea which direction to turn. Panting hard, catching her breath, she turned around a few times in a circle. Everything looked the same.
The snap of a twig directly behind her had her gasping and turning, only to see Andrew come out behind a tree.
“That,” he chastised, waggling his index finger at her, “was a low-down, mean and dirty trick. Baffling me with the lust of your kisses and then running off on me was sneaky, underhanded and has made me harder than a pole.”
Smiling, Lily shrugged. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
Andrew took one last step between them, closing the distance.
“You’re not really scared of me tying you up, are you? You know I’d never do anything you didn’t like.”
Lily smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“I know, but I couldn’t just tamely submit to you either. Without a bit of a challenge, you’d never really enjoy your reward, would you?”
“Mmm,” he murmured, “speaking of rewards—”
Lily felt Andrew press his lips against hers. Almost chastely, he let the gentle press of his lips bear down on hers. When she felt his tongue dart out between his lips, seeking entrance, she held no reservations in opening her lips to meet his.
The sun beat down on them. In the distance she could hear the odd car driving down the street, yet it almost seemed as if they were in their own little world, separate and apart from everyone and everything.
When Lily felt Andrew’s hands slide under her sweater and T-shirt, she shuddered with the pleasure he could bring her. Her nipples pebbled and she arched into his touch.
When he pulled his hand away, firmly replacing her sweater, she pulled away from the kiss, clearly at a loss.
“Not here. Let’s go back to my room. I think I want you properly tied up so I can take my time with you,” he smiled, showing only eager anticipation at the thought of having her to himself.
Smiling, Lily let him take her hand and lead her out of the park.
Chapter Thirteen
Lily pulled to test one arm on the same crumpled silk tie. Her circulation was in no way impeded and the tie did not chafe on her skin, yet she could barely move her arms an inch to either side.
“You haven’t done this before by any chance, have you?” she asked more from nerves than any real desire to learn his sexual history.
The masculine, feral grin he gave her had her pause a moment.
“Tell me you’re not some deviant sexual dominant, eager to devour young maidens and corrupt a woman into your bondage sexual slave for life?”
Lily felt her heart accelerate at the only half-jesting manner she asked the question.
When Andrew threw his head back and laughed his familiar laugh, genuinely finding humor in her query, she felt herself relax a bit.
“Lily-girl, I’ve never tied a woman up, either for her pleasure or my own. You’re the first, I promise. It just doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out the balance between tight enough to keep you in place, but loose enough not to cause you harm. Relax, I have a feeling we’re both going to enjoy this.”
Her doubt fully assuaged, Lily leaned back into the mountain of pillows Andrew had put at her back for her comfort, and spread her legs invitingly.
“Well then,” she purred, “aren’t you a little overdressed for this party? I seem to be fully naked and bound, as ordered, yet you seem to still have pants on.”
Lily felt her body dip slightly as Andrew climbed onto the bed with her. Earlier, he had removed his boots and socks, his shirt and the belt buckling his jeans. When he had moved to begin to strip her, she had shuddered at his sensitive touch, his gentle caresses. For a minute or two, she had truly thought they wouldn’t reach the binding stage.
Yet he had exhibited far more restraint than she could lay claim to. When she had been gutturally begging him to take her, to thrust inside her, he had pulled away from her burning body. He had removed her panties, swiped one teasing lick of her creaming cunt and stood up to stare at her spread body. After looking his fill, he had positioned her hands as he wished them, and bound her with his crumpled silk ties.
Even now, he simply kneeled on the bed, staring at her as if she were some pagan goddess spread before him for his enjoyment alone. Feeling herself creaming, eager to begin their play, Lily spread her legs wider, invitingly, eager to rekindle the heat he had created when stripping her.
When he bent over her body and dipped to kiss her neck, Lily felt her heartbeat accelerate again. He seemed so gentle, so self-possessed, she felt it hard to believe he was as turned on as she.
Lily had never thought she had bondage fantasies but she was desperate to feel his penetration, felt as if a fire burned beneath her skin. The simple act of restricting the movements of her hands turned her on incredibly. The feeling of giving over control, of being able to lose herself in her passions and desires, was an incredibly erotic feeling she had never been able to indulge in with any of her other lovers.
She wasn’t convinced she would ever let Andrew, or any other lover, do this to her again. She wasn’t even certain she would enjoy sex being bound but the foreplay, the mental images crossing her mind, heating her blood, was more than enough for her to be a willing participant at the moment.
Andrew gently bit down at the juncture between her neck and shoulder and an electric feeling arched from his heated mouth through to her erect nipples and all the way down into her creaming pussy.
“Oh!” she cried out, unable to articulate anything else. She felt Andrew smile against her skin.
“Felt that all the way down into your cunt, didn’t you, love? This is one of your erogenous zones—one of the most common zones in the female body, even though every woman is different. You must tell me how this feels.”
When his warm hands began to caress her chest and the globes of her breasts as well as her bare and twisting torso, Lily knew she was in for a long night of intensive lovemaking.
Having her hands bound almost seemed to heighten her senses. As she couldn’t move her hands, couldn’t be thinking about how to please him, it made her concentrate more fully on how he pleasured her. It didn’t fully make sense but, in the red-hot haze of passion, desire and lust that fully overtook her, Lily understood what was happening.
For what seemed like hours, Andrew carefully built the fire raging in her. He touched her gently, he ran his hands, his tongue, his lips and all the soft parts of his body over her. He traced and tasted every inch of her body, inside and out. He ate her to a raging, screaming orgasm that rocked her world and blew her away. Then calmly, as if he were completely unaware of the earth-shatteringly intense pleasure he had given her, went back to nibbling on her skin and setting the fire to burn again.
Lily thought she would go mad from the love and lust he incited in her.
As the afternoon waned into the evening, Andrew didn’t even pause for breath. She could feel his cock, iron-hard and obviously in desperate need of release, cased inside his pants. Yet even when she begged him to enter her, he would tease her, licking her with his tongue, or teasing her with his fingers. He had lovely fingers, long and thick, but, even as he entered two or three into her, they were insufficient to slake her burning desire for his shaft. Nothing else would be able to ease the desperate ache inside her.
And still he teased her.
She cried for him. She begged him. She pleaded with him to complete her.
And still he teased her.
It was agony. It was ecstasy. It was better than any fantasy she had ever dreamed, yet it was still not enough and she didn’t understand why. She had her stud, satisfying her every craving, bar one, and still she begged, pleaded for the one thing he hadn’t given her.
As she screamed out her third orgasm, feeling the aching, pleasurable, but still somehow painful peak rip through her body, tears entered her eyes. Somehow she didn’t feel complete without him inside her and that knowledge, more than anything else, worried her.
Chapter Fourteen
As Andrew watched Lily’s body convulse and clamp around his drenched fingers in her third orgasm, he felt himself begin to sweat.
He had always dreamed of having a luscious woman, bound and naked for him to perform all kinds of erotic acts upon. And he indeed loved having his Lily-girl spread before him for his pleasure. Yet he ached to be inside her, ached to possess her. Feeling her body spread even wider after she came down from her climax, he could no longer deny himself or her. She had been pleading from her second climax for him to possess her, yet he had wanted to make sure she was ready, had completely forgotten her act of trust in letting him bind her.
He hadn’t exactly been selfish, yet a part of him relished the knowledge that she trusted him so deeply.
With far more haste than grace, he shed his pants, smiling sourly at how eagerly his cock leapt from his pants.
He was more than ready.
He bent down, inhaling the salty, tangy, feminine scent of Lily once more.
“No!” she cried out, surprising him, “don’t you dare eat me again, Andrew! Fuck me right now or I swear I will never smile at you again.”
He smiled, amused at her threat. Strangely enough, it held enough threat to make him pay attention.
“My lady is eager,” he teased.
“Your lady is about to jump you, bound or not.”
Andrew held her hips, cupped her as delicately as if she were made of thin china. She was so precious to him, he feared to hurt her with his aching desire.
“Right now, Andrew, or I swear you’ll regret it.”
Laughing aloud, never having had so much fun and enjoyment with any other woman in his life, Andrew pulled himself back. Taking a deep breath, knowing their marathon bout of incredible sex was about to come to an end, he plunged himself balls-deep with one fierce, firm stroke.
Amazingly, almost instantly, Lily began to convulse around him. She screamed a high, almost unheard, scream of completion. He felt her womb contract around him, her walls milking him, her grasping him as if he were the last thing in the world.
He groaned, determined to last more than one stroke. Drawing back, he felt amazed as Lily wound her legs around him, pulling him closer into her. Not even a few inches removed from her, he thrust himself back in her and, amazingly, began to spurt his seed. His shaft ached, burned inside her as his seed poured forth inside her womb.
He felt as if a bomb had detonated in his balls. His shaft was like a burning beacon, pouring his essence, his very soul, deep into Lily. He came over and over, hoarsely crying out his ecstasy.
When he finally finished convulsing, he fell to his side, still entwined with Lily, unwilling or unable to let her go. He gasped his breath back into his lungs, unsure when he had stopped breathing.
Lying there tangled with her, feeling her warm and pliant, probably half unconscious in his arms, he felt a peace settle over him. As if with that one remarkable act of trust and faith, they had sealed their relationship.
Andrew listened to his heart rate settle, felt his body relax and return to normal. Sitting up with a jerk, he leaned over Lily to unbind her.
“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t forget exactly…but I didn’t precisely plan it either. The blood is only just now returning to important organs like my brain.”
The sweet, sensitive smile she directed sleepily at him melted his heart. Getting up, he retrieved the comforter from where he had earlier moved it and snuggled next to her in the giant bed, covering them both.
“I’m clean and I know you wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t clean either. I trust you, hon. We can order dinner and pack later, and then exchange boring things like tests and all when we get back. What say we just lie here and pretend we’re not sleeping for now?”
“Sounds good to me…” she huskily murmured and Andrew knew she was asleep before she had even finished the thought.
Chapter Fifteen
One month later
Andrew checked himself once more in his own private bathroom. Grateful to not have any one of the other men peering over his shoulder at his sweating palms and constant stupid fiddling with his hair, he cursed at his own nerves.
It was quite late, after seven on a Friday evening, and so he found himself hedging his bets that there wouldn’t be anyone else around the offices. He sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be anyone else around at this hour. Tucking one last stray lock of hair away from his face, he took a deep breath.
Stop procrastinating, you jerk, and get on with it.
Looking back down into his gym bag, which now held the crumpled remnants of his business suit, he bent down and picked out the last item. He had already donned his highwayman pants, his black shirt and the cape. Only the facemask remained.
Holding the black mask in his hands, he wondered again at the lengths Lily had pushed him to.
One whole month of mind-blowing sex had passed. Each encounter miraculously seemed better than the last. It was the frustrating lunch dates she continued to insist they have each week that drove him insane.
If he happened to try and play footsie with her, she smote him with a glance. If he made even the mildest of risqué comments to her, she kicked him in the shins. If he dared look at her funny in front of her colleagues she gave him the longest lecture over the phone that evening.
Enough was enough. He had tried jumping through her hoops and all he had to show for it was a boner that never went away, and an astronomical dentist’s bill for all the grinding of his teeth.
He had tried and tried to talk Lily into moving in with him or getting engaged to him. Nothing seemed to work. She insisted she wanted to “take her time”. She said he couldn’t possibly have fallen in love with her so quickly and he couldn’t seem to convince her he was serious, that he wanted marriage, babies and the white picket fence.
He had had enough with the waiting and procrastinating. It was well past time she jumped through some of his fricking hoops and she could start with the three-day weekend he had planned for them both. No clothes allowed!
Zipping up his gym bag, he stashed it in the back of his office, hoping his suit and shirt wouldn’t crease too badly with his gym gear. Anyone desperate enough to steal the crumpled suit was welcome to it. The two silk ties, however, he had stashed in his pants pockets. Those would undoubtedly come in handy later on in the evening.
Taking one last glance in the mirror, Andrew assured himself he looked as close to the same as he had that fateful Mardi Gras evening as possible. His mask in place, the cape flapping in the breeze, he smiled to his reflection and mentally wished himself the best of luck.
Let’s hope I don’t make a complete ass of myself.
Striding confidently out of the men’s bathroom, Andrew headed down the corridor to the elevators. Even though the offices were deserted,
he kept his head high, his posture firm and his strides confident. If he happened to pass someone, he had far more chance of brazening it out if he looked as if he lived here, rather than sneaking about stealthily.
Also, the security cameras were monitored and sneaking about seemed far more likely to gather their attention than striding purposefully about.
The elevator pinged and Andrew stepped in and pressed the floor number Lily should be working late on.
He couldn’t believe how relieved he had felt when she cancelled their date tonight, insisting she had to work late on the finishing touches to her project. He knew she already had it perfect; she simply felt the need to nitpick at it.
Besides, he had briefly spoken to her boss when he had arranged for their annual leave. Her boss was more than satisfied with her work, had even hinted that the upcoming promotion was in the bag for her, yet still Lily fretted and worried.
He smiled. While Andrew-the-average-businessman might not have dared encroach on her work time, Andrew-the-highwayman felt no remorse at all about his upcoming plans.
The elevator pinged again and the doors slid open with barely a whisper of sound.
Andrew raised his head, cocked it at the arrogant angle he could easily picture any highwayman worth his salt holding it at. Striding forward again, he headed in the well-known direction of Lily’s office. Though many of the lights still shone in the corridors and offices, thankfully each office he passed was empty.
He heard Lily before he could see her.
“So you see my problem, Darla?”
“Mmm,” came the muffled response. Andrew paused, wondering what the hell she and Darla were doing. Lily’s voice sounded thick. Not husky, but as if she were doing something with her mouth.
For the briefest of seconds, Andrew had a mental flash of Lily going down on Darla and then he shook his head.
No way. If Lily had planned anything like that and not invited him, he would kill her with his bare hands.
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