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Take Me Now (Take Me Series)

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by Kayne, Brandy


  She hadn’t gone another step, when his arms went around her waist and she was flung to the ground, flipped over on her back and straddled.

  Brady pinned her hands at her sides. Now that the blindfold was removed, he could see the sheer fright in her eyes. But there was something more that he hadn’t anticipated–that he hadn’t seen because of the blindfold–a wanton look of desire.

  He let go of her wrists. When she pounded his chest then tried to remove his mask, he tugged the rope from his pocket, caught them up and bound them together. “You’re a wildcat,” he hissed. He yanked his knife from the sheath at his side, plowed it into the ground above her head then lifted her wrists over the handle.

  She glared up at him, her chest heaving, struggling to fill her lungs. God, he wanted her.

  He ripped her robe open and gazed down at her breasts. They were plump and full, the circles of her nipples dark against the dappled sunlight that fell across them. He wanted to pull them into his mouth, but the mask was restricting.

  Instead, he slid his tongue into her ear, then rolled the tip her nipple between his fingers, gently at first, then harder until she let go a sharp cry. He felt her quiver beneath him; felt her panting against his hair. He wanted more of her–all of her.

  He nearly exploded when she arched her pelvis against his groin. He stood and yanked his boots from his feet, then unsnapped his jeans, shoving them down over his knees to the forest floor and stepping out of them.

  Sari’s breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him. His prick was thick and hard as the rest of his muscles. She felt the heat ignite between her thighs and suddenly wanted it buried deep inside of her, filling every inch of her aching body.

  Brady stared down at the subtle parting of her thighs; the soft, wet curls; the hot flesh screaming to be penetrated. He shoved her knees toward her chest and moved between them. The head of his penis butted against her clitoris and he resisted the urge the enter her.

  “Surrender to me,” he whispered. His voice was lustful and panting.

  He waited. Agonizing seconds ticked by. When Sari didn’t reply, he rolled away from her and stood. As much as he desired her, he wouldn’t forcefully take her–not the way that she had described it in her fantasy. Not ever, not unless she asked it of him.

  He stared down at her. Her lips were full, her cheeks flushed. For a brief instant their eyes locked, and Brady could have sworn that along with her fear of him, a hint of disappointment flicker in her green eyes. Sari was enjoying the game as much as he was, but she was wearing him down. When push came to shove, he was the one who was closest to surrendering. If he wasn’t careful, he was afraid that he was going to ignore her denial and take her regardless.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Brady dressed, removed the knife from the ground and sheathed it. An instant later, Sari unexpectedly kicked out with the heel of her foot, catching him in the knee then the shin.

  “Why do you keep doing this to me,” she screamed.

  He grabbed her by the arm, hauled her to her feet, and glared down at her. The fire in her eyes excited him, as if he wasn’t already aroused. He yanked the blindfold from his pocket and secured it in place.

  Tugging the mask from his face, he lifted Sari’s chin, and smothered her with a kiss–hard, demanding, and passionate. He slid his tongue to the hollow of her throat, to her ear. His warm breath skated over her neck and breathed into it. “Why do I do this?” he asked. “Because I can.”

  Brady released her, stuffed the mask into his pocket and shoved her to a walk.

  The going was rough, stumbling blindly in the darkness as he tugged on the rope. Now that she wasn’t fleeing for her life, she was well aware of the hard stones and the sharp pine needles beneath her feet. A handful of times, she felt her captor snag her arm to keep her from falling.

  Sari had no idea that she had run so far. It was a half an hour before they reached the cabin–a half an hour to reflect on the game. Who was he, and why had he chosen her to toy with? It was exasperating that she could be frightened of him, hate him, and love him, all in the course of a day.

  She had seen the lust in his eyes, the fullness of his penis; felt the hunger of his kiss. He wanted her with a passion, but he wouldn’t take her forcefully. That was obvious, now. If that had been his intention, he’d certainly had the opportunity.

  A smile curled Sari’s lips–she was winning the game and relished every minute of it. Before the end of the week, she’d break him, wear him down–force him to beg her.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Brady pulled a pair of red lace panties from the Sari’s suitcase. The vision of her swollen breasts and soft curls sent him into a whirlwind of desire. He needed a reprieve. Rifling through her suitcase, he chose a tank top and a pair of shorts.

  Shoving her in the direction of the bathroom, he pinned her against the wall with the pressure of his hand to her chest. His eyes roamed over her, scrutinizing every inch of her flesh from head to toe. Pine needles were entwined in her hair, her knees were scuffed and there were smudges of dirt on her legs and arms.

  “I’m going to untie you, and again–do not even attempt to remove the blindfold.”

  Sari held her breath and stood perfectly still when the cold blade pressed against her abdomen, moving lower, stopping just above her clitoris, and resting there.

  “Do I make myself clear?” he asked.

  She swallowed hard and choked out her reply. “Yes.”

  Brady saw the tremor of her lip and smiled coltishly. It felt good to be in control again. Withdrawing the blade, he untied her hands and passed the clothing to her. “Take a shower and put these on. Call me when you’ve finished.”

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Relief washed over Sari when Brady led her to the bedroom and lowered her to the mattress without retying her hands, but his sudden words worried her.

  “I’m changing the rules,” he said.

  Brady set his computer on the bedside table. “I’m leaving you my laptop. I’ve opened the file that contains your fantasies. I want you to look them over carefully and YOU choose one.”

  Sari swallowed the lump in her throat. How humiliating, she thought. He not only held her deepest secrets, but he wanted her to choose which one of them she wanted him to fulfill.

  “When you hear the door close behind me, you’re free to remove the blindfold. Enjoy your reading.”

  Her heart leaped, excitedly. This was her chance to escape, Sari reasoned. She listened to the footsteps fading across the floor, the door closing tight, the key turning in the lock. She ripped the silk scarf from her eyes and stared despairingly at the wrought iron bars on the windows. Bears, she remembered. It was not uncommon for the windows to be barred in such a remote area. She was foolish to think that he’d be so stupid as to allow her an easy escape.

  She plopped down on the bed, exasperated, staring at the laptop as though it was her nemesis. It contained all the ammunition necessary for her captor to tease her into arousal and bring her to surrender. Hell, he’d nearly done that several times already. But hadn’t she done the same to him? So far, the game was looking like a stalemate.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Brady poured another cup of coffee and carried it to the back porch. It would be interesting to see which of Sari’s fantasies she chose, he thought. At least it would give him a better idea of what she really wanted. The shower and the incident in the woods had been hot, but intense. He was hoping for something a little more sensuous, soft and gentle. If he didn’t slow down, he would never make it through the end of the week, much less, the weekend.

  He stared deep into the pines. Who was he fooling? Even if he made it through the week how could he return to work and not look at her without remembering every intimate moment, every quiver and sigh, the peaks of her nipples, the golden curls, the taste of her mouth? At least Sari wouldn’t have to endure the torture–she didn’t know that it was him.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Sari paced the room from
one end to the other. The exhilaration of the morning had pushed her over the top. She glanced down at the laptop. She was going to go with something softer, but what? What did she want? She remembered the slide of his tongue along the heel of her foot, the tender kisses and nibbles up and down the length of her thigh. Everything that he did to her made her yearn to be filled with him.

  So, what could she choose that would keep her desire in check? She sat on the bed and considered her options. There was no reason why she couldn’t pick a fantasy that had been intended with Brady Thompson in mind.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Brady knocked on the door and waited for Sari’s response. “I’m coming in,” he said. “I want you to put the blindfold on. There will be grave consequences if you disobey me.”

  There was a paused, and then she answered. “Ok, you can come in.”

  Relief washed over him when he saw her sitting on the bed with the silk scarf in place over her eyes. He took her hand and led her to the kitchen. He’d prepared a dinner of steak, broiled potatoes, and broccoli, with fresh strawberries for desert.

  “Smells good,” she said. “I’m famished.”

  So was he, but his hunger was of a different source. “I’ve made steak. It’s medium, just the way you like it. I’m gonna have to feed you.”

  “Ok.” She felt a flutter in her stomach. He knew more about her than she imagined. It was scary, way too scary.

  Brady saw her nervously bite her lower lip. God, she was sexy. He cut a small slice and lifted it to her lips. “Open.”

  Sari took each forkful of food into her mouth and chewed it slowly, deliberately, delaying the inevitable.

  “Did you make a decision?” he said.

  “Yes,” she said quietly, “I left the page open for you to read.”

  Brady wanted to rush into the room and read it immediately. He had waited the entire day, worrying, hoping that she hadn’t chosen a fantasy that he wouldn’t be able to follow through to the end.

  Instead, he stared across the table looking for a hint of what awaited them, but Sari simply smiled that knowing smile that warned him that she was one step ahead of the game.

  “I have desert,” he finally said. He reached for a strawberry and lifted it to her lips. “Open.”

  Sari took it into her mouth and delighted in the taste of it. “My favorite, but you already knew that, didn’t you?” She ran her tongue across her lower lip, savoring the sweetness.

  Brady felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he watched her. He touched his finger to her lip, following the same path that her tongue had previously traveled. He was surprised when she drew it into her mouth, sucking on it, drawing it deeper, all the way to his knuckle. His imagination ran with the sensation, visualizing those same lips wrapped around his penis.

  Suddenly, he was aware of the swelling pressure in his groin, and wanted release. She was doing it to him again, he realized. The game had turned into a battle of wills and he falling behind.

  He withdrew his finger from her mouth and replaced it with another strawberry.

  “Did you like that?” she asked. She licked her lips even more seductively than the first time.

  Brady was at a loss for words. There was no way that he was going to give her even the slightest advantage in the game. In lieu of replying, he placed another strawberry in her mouth and cleared the table.

  “Tea? I’ve bought Mint, White Chai, and Lemon.”

  “All of my favorites,” she sighed. “Yes, tea would be nice.” She listened to him fill the kettle, place it on the stove and return to his chair.

  “Can I touch your face?” she suddenly asked.

  Brady looked up with a start. It took him a moment to respond. “Why?”

  “I’m intrigued.” She shrugged. “If we’re going to play this game, then you have to play fair–you seem to know everything about me, even my most intimate secrets, while I know nothing about you.” With the exception of the way that you work your magic on my body and drive me through the roof, she thought. “At least give me something.”

  Sari had a point, he reasoned, and what harm could it do. He took her hands and placed one on each cheek, then closed his eyes. Starting at his lips, she covered every inch of his face, ears and throat, dancing through his shoulder length hair to his scalp. Her fingers were soft and light as a feather, and just as titillating.

  When he felt the tingle travel down to his groin, the red light flashed in his head and he took hold of her wrists and placed them in her lap. “Enough,” he said. She was seducing him and he had allowed it.

  Sari leaned back in her chair with a discerning smile. She recognized the crack in his voice and knew that she had gotten to him–that his penis was swollen and throbbing for release–that she was the only one who could satiate his desire. She was taxing his nerves, breaking him one piece at a time and relishing every minute of it. The ball was in her court, now.

  Brady needed air. He took her by the arm, ushered her back to her room and turned the key in the lock.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Sari removed her blindfold and sat down on the bed. Gratification raced through every cell in her body. Her captor was pissed at her, or maybe pissed that he was weakening. She had definitely gotten to him, and tonight she was going to take him so close to the edge. But the real challenge would be in not tumbling into the abyss with him. “Let the games begin.” She smiled.

  Her eyes passed over his laptop. Through the entire day, she had been so concerned about choosing a fantasy and a game plan that she hadn’t even considered searching through his files.

  She cursed when she realized that he’d logged in as a guest. Other than the file, “Homework,” the document folder was empty and she had no access to the rest of the computer. He was covering all of his bases.

  It seemed like an hour passed before she heard the knock at the door and the demand that followed. “Put your blindfold on, Sari. It’s game time.”

  He was still mad, she realized, but he wouldn’t be for long, not when she started working her magic on him. “Come in,” she said. She listened to his footsteps as he crossed the room. “It’s there. I left the page open for you.”

  Brady sat on the edge of the bed and looked over at the laptop. He’d been dying to see which one of her fantasies she had chosen, but now it scared the hell out of him. He pulled it closer and began to read.

  The color instantly drained from his cheeks. He remembered her biting his lip–there was no way in hell that he was going to allow her to…

  His thoughts stopped abruptly in mid-sentence when he heard her speak.

  “I won’t bite you,” she said.

  He was going to make sure of that. He drew the knife from his side, lifted her chin, and laid the blade against the hollow of her throat. “Don’t play me for a fool, Sari. I will use this, if you so much as scrape with me your teeth. Understood?”

  Sari‘s reply was barely a whisper. He would hurt her, she believed. He was like night and day, and what made him dangerous was that he had planned out every detail, covered every base. He spiked her wine, loaded her into her SUV in the garage so that no one would see him take her; brought food, ropes, knives; and had even gone as far as to bring her luggage. A man who had gone to so much trouble would leave nothing to chance, even if it meant killing her if necessary. Hell, he probably even had a plan for that.

  No man had ever aroused her and scared her in the same breath. She would continue to play the game, because she had no idea what the outcome would be if she didn’t, not to mention that she was enjoying the game as much as he was. But this inning was going to be hers. She was going to imagine that it was Brady’s penis that she was licking and sucking.

  Sari hadn’t even realized that he had removed the blade from her throat until she felt the rope go around her wrists. “Don’t, please. I want to touch you.”

  There was a long pause then she felt the rope slide away. In the next instant, he was lifting her tank top up and over her head a
nd releasing her hair from the braid. He ran his fingers through it, pulling it over her shoulders so that it lay across her breasts.

  Sari recognized the rustle of clothing and knew that he was disrobing. Oh God, what if she couldn’t do this? He was big, she recalled. He took her hand and placed it around his penis. It was already pumped and swollen. Her pulse quickened. She fisted the base in her palm and glided her tongue along the length of it. It was everything that she had imaged of Brady. She closed her eyes and saw his image as clearly as if he was standing before her. Yes, she could do this.

  She placed her lips against the tip of it, swirling her tongue around the opening, circling it, stroking it, moving in the direction of the rim. She drew the head into her mouth. It was smooth and velvety. She teased it with long and sensuous kisses. While her lips clamped around the rim, her palm tightened around the base and she sucked hard.

  She felt his penis pulse and swell even larger. One more point for her. Pulling her mouth away, she licked her lips then nibbled up and down the shaft, one side, then the other. She felt his shudder.

  Suddenly, his hand fisted her head and he pushed the tip against her mouth. She opened and drew him inside. Wrapping her lips around his arousal, she slid her mouth back and forth, pulling him in, one inch at time until the entire shaft was buried deep in her throat. Slowly, she worked it in and out, her lips moving back and forth until she felt the quickening of it, its pulse beating against the back of her throat. She swallowed the whole him. A second later, his hands tightened around her head and she felt the swift thrust of him and the hot sperm spilling down her throat.

  She heard the panting of his breath as he pulled back and lifted her chin. She knew that he was staring at her, but he said nothing.

 

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