Brady gazed down at her and smiled. The woman had incredible talent. This was one fantasy that she had to have performed in the past–to work her tongue, lips and mouth, even her throat in such a way–was not something that you learned from a textbook. He was definitely fucked.
CHAPTER TEN
An easy smile crossed Brady’s lips. Sari was the one who changed the equation. She had shifted the restrictions in his favor by tasting him. Now, he was going to taste her. Yes, he was going to taste her for the first time, to make her squirm, arch her pelvis and cry out, and God willing, she would surrender to him.
Sari felt the pressure of his bare leg on her thigh and realized that he was naked as he laid her back against the bed. In the next instant, he was lifting her ass and tugging her shorts down over her knees, her ankles. Her wrists tugged at her restraints. The only piece of clothing between them was her lace panties. Her stomach quivered at the thought. She tried to stop it, but the harder she tried the more it shuddered.
Brady stood back and gazed down at her like he was admiring a beautiful piece of artwork. There could be hundreds of paintings in the museum, but Sari was the one that captivated him–the dark circle of nipple peering through the veil of honey colored hair lying across her breasts; the rosy tint of her lips, slightly parted; the soft lines of her face. His eyes trailed to the tremor of her abdomen to her red silk panties. He scooted her up on the bed then leaned back on his heels, lifting her legs until her calves rested on his shoulders. He saw the air hitch in her throat; the muscles of her stomach roll like a wave, while his prick swelled to match it.
Panic raced through Sari. She was splayed open and vulnerable. She felt her pulse quicken. What had she done? She’d invited this man to take liberties with her–liberties that should have been forbidden to a stranger. She tried to slow the rapid beat of her heart, but when the image of Brady surfaced, she took him by the hand and swam into the current. Warm air skated over her thigh. Soft fingers touch the heated flesh through her panties. He had to know that she was hot, wet and ready to be filled with him.
Unexpectedly, she felt the hard jerk of her panties being ripped free of her, and let go a sharp cry. Surprised by her outburst, she bit her lip and held her breath. The anticipation was killing her. If he worked his tongue over her clit as he had the rest of her, he was going to send her through the roof.
Brady traced a circle over her clitoris with his finger and was pleased with the tremor that it incited. He enjoyed watching the way that she responded to him. As much as her words denied him, her body betrayed her.
Parting her moist lips, he slid his finger between them. She was hot and seething with liquid as she had been in the shower. He inserted a second finger, plunging deep, while his thumb worked her clitoris. Her muscles contorted, clamping and releasing. Her chest rose and fell. Her lips quivered and he knew that she was stifling a cry.
Sari hated him. He was making her body respond in ways that she hadn’t wanted him to, in ways that no other man had arousal in her. He was bringing her to orgasm and she could do nothing to stop it.
Brady removed his finger just as she was about to peak.
“Curse you!” she screamed.
He smiled down at her. Her body was still quaking from the aftermath and he was only beginning to play the game.
Sari kicked at Brady’s back with her heel. “How could you?”
Brady let go of her ankles, lifted his head and stared up at her. She was hotter than a firecracker. Her cheeks were rosy and her bottom lip was red and swollen where she’d been nipping it. Her hips squirmed and the air exploded from her lungs faster than she could fill them. She was so close to yielding to him.
Sari felt the panic setting in. Another moment longer and she was going to lose the game. She needed a diversion. “My turn,” she panted.
Brady wished that she could see his smile. He had her where he wanted her. He hadn’t even tasted her yet, and Sari was already writhing with longing. “No,” he said. The word was no sooner out of his mouth when her heel slammed him in the jaw and wiped the smile from his face.
He felt the heat rise in his cheeks. If the woman wasn’t the definition of exasperation then he would rewrite Webster’s entire dictionary. He rolled away from her and flipped her onto her stomach. Shoving her in the direction of the headboard, he grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked her head back and hissed into her ear.
“Maybe I should just fuck you up the ass and be done with you.” He pushed her knees up under her and spread them so that her round bottom was facing up at him.
Her tight little ass was so, so tempting. Another man probably would have taken her. But he couldn’t. He tilted his head back and released the breath of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His cock was still hard and needed release.
He let go of her. Rolling away, he stormed into the yard, circling the dirt drive several times, kicking up stones and eventually the sides her tires. It took him a moment to realize that he had rushed from the cabin stark naked. He slouched to the ground and leaned against the rear bumper waiting for his temper to cool and his pulse to return to normal.
The woman was infuriating. He’d never wanted anything so badly and been denied to the point of madness, but Sari had a will of steel and he feared that he was fighting a losing battle.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brady turned on the cold shower and savored the spray of water running down his chest. “Take her home,” the voice in his head kept screaming. He’d lost his temper with her. The other scenes with the knife, the chase, the shower–had been an act, part of the game. This time, he had nearly lost it and fucked her up the ass.
He turned his back to the spray and pressed his forehead against the wall. He couldn’t trust himself any longer. She had won the game. He was going to playing out this one last scene–he was going to taste her–then he would take her home.
Sari rolled to her side. Tears pooled in her eyes. She had no idea why she had lashed out and kicked at him, and worst still, she had made contact. It wasn’t him that angered her, but her own weakness. He had pleasured her beyond reasoning. No man had ever pushed her to that limit and it scared the hell out of her.
She was Sari Coventry, always in control of her emotions. Yet she allowed his man, this deranged stranger, to breach her wall and leave her vulnerable. She’d felt the sparks flying between them. He was the only man who had ever left her wanting–yearning for his every kiss, caress. So, why was she denying him, denying herself of his pleasure?
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Brady pulled a bowl from the closet, dumped a half a tray of ice cubes into it and placed the large glass marble from the freezer on top. This was going to be tantalizing, he thought, and he was anxious to see Sari’s response.
Sari shot to awareness as the door opened and the familiar footsteps crossed the room, stopping beside the bed. She heard the clink as he set something down on the bedside table.
“We can play this game as long as you want, Sari. But it’s not going to end it until you’re mine.” He nipped the inside of her knee, once, twice, three times. Then moving up her thigh, he trailed his way to the damp curls. “I want you squirming and screaming for me to fuck you.” He yanked the pillow from above her head, doubled it in two and slid it beneath her bottom. Now, he had her positioned where he wanted her.
Grabbing her ankles, he tightened his palms around them, restraining them and limiting her movement. He slid his tongue playfully along the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the tight swirls of hair. She smelled of oleander. She’d showered with the bottle of body wash that he pulled from her bag and left for her. She was intoxicating.
He dove into the soft curls, separated them with his tongue and blew hot air against her. He drew the heated flesh between his lips, nibbling and suckling. His tongue flitted over her clitoris, light as a feather. He felt her ankles straining against his hands as she dug her heels into the mattress; her pelvis bucking against the pillow; her chest
heaving and her breathe panting erratically.
Sari fisted her palms, but there was nothing to stifle her cries. They came one after another, intermingled with sharp gasps and soft moans. Sensation flowed up her spine to the tips of her nipples and back again.
Brady let go of her ankles and lifted them over his shoulders. He slid one finger, then two, deep inside of her. Hot liquid pooled around them. He felt her muscles convulse with every stroke.
He took the large marble from the icy water, and while his fingers were still deep inside of her, he tucked it under his thumb and rolled it playfully over her clitoris. The arousal was instantaneous.
Sari let go a sharp cry, arched her pelvis and dug her heels into this back. Lana had been right. The stimulation of the icy marble was beyond words–beyond anything that she had ever experienced–but it was the way that he rolled it over her clitoris that sent her into uncontrollable tremors.
A playful smile curled Brady’s lips. He had gotten the response that he had hoped for. Sari was hotter than ever. She was losing it, losing the game. He removed his fingers, leaned over her and took the firm nub of her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it, gently at first, then harder when she quivered and squirmed beneath him.
Sari moaned, biting her lower lip until she tasted blood. She felt the fullness of his penis throbbing against her inner thigh and she wanted him to fill her with it. Fuck the game, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck me, Brady. Please fuck me.” The cry was out and there was no turning back.
Brady sobered, instantly. He rolled away and stared down at her. She knows that it’s me! He needed air, he needed to think. Grabbing his jeans and boots, he fled the room, slamming the door behind him. He needed to walk, to put as much distance between them as possible.
An hour later, he found himself at the head of the stream. His adrenaline was spiked and he was shaking. He should have taken her home. No, he never should have taken Sari in the first place. He’d played the game and lost. Moreover, he had lost his chance of ever having a relationship with her.
He slouched to the ground and leaned into the tree. The bark was prickly against his bare back. He gathered his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and dropped his head between them. He was fucked in a bad way.
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Sari bit her lip. She had committed the worst sin. You never call out another man’s name when he’s pleasuring you. It was the most degrading insult imaginable, and now she was left with an emptiness that needed to be satiated. Every nerve in her body continued to quiver. Her nipples ached for his mouth. The pulsing heat between her thighs pooled with hot liquid and wanted to be filled with every inch of his long, hard prick.
She was tired–she realized–emotionally and physically drained. Exhaustion eventually took over took over and she dozed off.
Sari had no idea what time of day it was when she awoke or how long she had slept. She only knew that she wanted her captor in her bed, needed him. He was everything that had been lacking in her life and in her fantasies. She would make it up to him, somehow. Hell, she’d bend over backwards and let him fuck her up the ass if that’s what he desired, and she’d even welcome it if it pleased him. Fuck, everything about him consumed her, and worst still, he had ruined her for any man that came after him.
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Brady stood beside the bed. His heart lurched when he heard Sari’s soft whimper.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“I’m going to take you home,” he croaked.
He didn’t sound angry, she realized. Relief washed over her, followed by an unsettling hint of disappointment. Just when she was finally ready to surrender to him, the game ended and so had the excitement, along with the pleasure.
“How did you know it was me?” he suddenly asked.
Sari felt the flutter in her stomach; her pulse quicken as the implication of his question slowly took hold. Brady? No, it couldn’t be. Dread washed over her like a cold rain. As much as she had fantasized that it was Brady fulfilling her deepest, darkest desires, the reality of it was humiliating. How could she ever look at him again without thinking of his lips, mouth, and hands touching every intimate inch of her body?
“I didn’t know that it was you,” was all that she could manage to say.
Brady stared in stunned silence. He had lost the game in a big way, and now he had as much as admitted that he was the one who had abducted her. “Then why did you call my name?” he finally asked.
“Because I was fantasizing that it was you doing all of those things to me. I thought… take off my blindfold, please. I want to see you.”
He slumped down on the bed beside her, untied the silk scarf and removed it. He saw the tears pooling behind her lashes and he felt like a complete jerk. When he had worked up his plan he hadn’t taken her feelings into consideration. Instead, he had allowed his penis to think for him.
“Why did you do it?” she asked. “To humiliate me?”
“No, that was never my intention, Sari. It started as a whim, bringing you to the cabin, wanting to act out each scene from your novel, each fantasy. The next thing I knew it turned into a game and I wanted you so badly that I couldn’t stop. I still want you.” His face flushed when he realized that his swollen erection made that obvious.
Sari saw the lust in his eyes, the desire, but there was a passion far deeper that outshined all else. Confusion clouded her ability to think clearly. She’d been holding her breath, she realized. “Unshackle me,” she demanded.
Brady leaned over and unfastened the leather restraints. “I’m sorry, Sari. I had no right. I never…”
Sari rolled away from Brady and stood. She picked up her clothing from the floor, walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She was a ball of emotion and needed to get away from him. Turning the faucet to hot, she stepped into the shower with her back to the spray and leaned into the wall, trembling.
She balled her hands into fists. She couldn’t even take a shower without recalling the way that her flesh heated and turned to liquid when she thought of him, of his tongue, his lips, his hands seducing every inch of her body beyond anything that she’d experienced. Even her nipples still ached from his touch.
How could she possibly return to work, or have any semblance to the life that she had previously known now that Brady was aware of her most guarded secrets? A week ago, she would have given her soul for the opportunity to bed him, but now that he knew her so intimately she couldn’t be more mortified.
Still, wasn’t it Brady that she’d been dreaming of for the past months, Brady who filled her fantasies? Wasn’t this what she had secretly longed for?
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When Sari returned to the bedroom she found Brady sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. His hair fell loosely over his shoulders. He had dressed in a T-shirt and a faded pair of jeans with holes in the right knee. God, he was sexy as hell.
“I understand if you want to press charges,” he said. He looked up when he heard her cross the room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that she was still stark naked. Her breasts were firm. The hard nubs of her nipples peeked out from beneath her long, wet hair. Her hand was splayed across the curls of her crotch. She never looked more beautiful, more seductive, more tantalizing. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried not to stare at her, but he was failing miserably.
“Sari, I…”
His words were cut short when she took his face in her hands, and with a wicked smile, shoved it in the direction of her breasts. “It’s game time, Brady Thompson. Fuck me.”
Brady needed no encouragement. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, one then the other, drawing them into his mouth and nipping them with his teeth.
Sari grabbed hold of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor. She ran her fingers over his smooth, broad shoulders to the nape of his neck. Fisting a clump of his hair, she jerke
d his head back until their eyes locked in a riveting stare.
“Stand up,” she demanded.
Brady gave her a crooked smile and obeyed. It was a nice change, Sari being in charge. He closed his eyes while she trailed her tongue from the hollow of his throat to his nipple, teasing it then taking it into her mouth and sucking hard while she unsnapped the buttons of his jeans. She licked and kissed her way to his navel, sliding his pants over his hips, to the floor.
Brady stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
He felt the quiver in his gut when she cupped his balls in her hand, wrapped her lips around the head of his swollen prick and drew him deep into her throat. He released a ragged sigh and fought the urge to explode in her mouth. He wanted her so badly, wanted to plunge head first into her tight, sweet, pussy, swollen and pooling with hot, tasty juices.
Sari liked the feel of his long, thick shaft in her mouth and imagined it buried inside of her. It’s what she had wanted for days, yet denied it. Hell, it was what she had wanted from day one when Brady Thompson first sauntered into the office. And he wanted her, too. He had gone to some extreme measures to make that clear.
Brady took her head in his hands. “Sari, if you don’t stop, I’m going to… fuck, stop it, now.”
Sari released him with a sly smile and stared up the length of him to his dark chocolate eyes, licentious and smoldering. She loved having this power over him.
“You’re driving me crazy, woman.” Taking her by the shoulders, he hauled her to her feet, pulling her down to the bed. Rolling her to her back, he pinned her arms at her sides and parted her legs with his knees.
Sari bit her lip when the tip of his penis butted against her inner thigh, teasing her. She squirmed, arching her pelvis, waiting and wanting to be filled with him.
Brady stared down at her coltishly and moved until the pulsing tip of his penis pressed against her vulva. He loved that she cried out and dug her heels into the quilt.
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