Gina felt a trickle of moisture coat the folds of her pussy, left bare because she had forgone wearing underwear tonight, and she closed her eyes for a moment, imagining that it was her lying there tied up on the bed, fully at the mercy of the whims of these men. What would it feel like to be completely immobilized and all control taken away, her body so aroused with need that she was actually begging for release.
“The ultimate exercise in trust,” Leah said softly from beside her. “Trusting yourself to let go completely, while you allow another to take control over your body and your pleasure. And trusting that someone to know what it is that your body craves, your deepest desires that you may keep hidden even from yourself.” Leah turned directly to Gina. “Are you interested in experimenting with the silk ropes?”
Seeing Gina’s hesitation, Leah smiled reassuringly, “Your call, Gina, but I can see that it is something that excites you. You’re safe here.”
Familiar feelings of fear and uncertainty filled her, but a much larger part of her was aroused by the feasibility of completing her wish list. She was out of town, no one knew her here and she was determined to assert herself and complete her wish list without Connor.
Needing to claim her independence from Connor, she knew it was now or never.
Chapter Seven
I’m really going to do it!
Leah whispered something to an employee standing discreetly to one side. Nodding to Leah, he turned to look at Gina.
With economical strides, he made his way to her and gently took her elbow. “Right this way, miss.”
On their own accord, Gina’s feet followed him past thick velvet curtains into an empty room at the end of the hall. Here, dark textured wallpaper enfolded the room in sedate elegance. The only light in the room was coming from a small dimly lit chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling and the many dispersed candles along floating shelves. An overlarge settee dominated the center of the room.
Not sure what to do, she turned to the young man who had escorted her here and watched him put his finger to his ear, listening to the earphone inserted there.
“My instructions are to blindfold you and ask that you remain seated until the gentleman in question joins you. Are you comfortable with this?”
Comfortable? Yeah, right… No! She could already feel her blood pressure rising and a trickle of sweat running down her back as she attempted to tamp down on the fear beginning to fester within her belly.
Incapable of getting the words out, Gina merely nodded and took a seat on the edge of the settee, allowing him to tie the blindfold over her eyes. Memories of Connor and the jersey flooded back to her, assaulting her mind like an invading army.
Forget Connor!
The feel of the cool silk covering her eyes was ironically calming, offering a balm to her clattering nerves. But soon the calm was replaced by apprehension as long minutes passed with her waiting silently in the room by herself.
Had they forgotten about her?
The sound of the curtain being drawn behind her had her turning her head in that direction, but unable to see, Gina waited for someone to speak. But no words came.
The muted sound of the music barely registered, instead she was more aware of her own ragged breath reverberating in and out of her.
Was someone there or was she still alone?
“Hello?”
The only answer was the slight swish of air, indicating movement in front of her. Unconsciously, her muscles clenched, bracing herself against the uncertainty.
This is crazy! I don’t even know who is in here with me! Was it the man who she had caught watching her?
“I—I think maybe…”
The light touch of a thumb rubbing back and forth over her lips effectively cut off her stammering words. The gentle caress moved leisurely to include her jaw, then trickled slowly down the sensitive skin on her neck and along the inside of the scooped neckline of her lace dress. A leg nudged hers as far apart as the hem of her dress would allow, and he inserted himself to stand between her knees.
Gina inhaled sharply when the backs of cool hands lightly coursed over her nipples protruding against her lace dress. Her lack of a bra allowed her to feel each swipe of his large hands moving gently over her heavy breasts, testing their weight. She felt them slide along her rib cage and gradually reach around to find the zipper at her back, pulling it down inch by inch until the fabric was pulled down and away to gather around her waist. The blast of cold air on her bare skin had her nipples peaking, her body arching forward and her cheek coming in contact with a waistband in front of her face. She pulled back quickly, his belt buckle seeming to brand her.
She heard his quick intake of breath, his deep moan letting her know that he was not immune to her.
Already feeling vulnerable because of the blindfold, her arms automatically reached up to cross over her breasts in an inane attempt to cover herself up.
“No.” The gruff order pierced the silence between them. Sure hands manacling her wrists pulled her arms down to once again reveal her bare torso to his gaze.
Gina swore she could actually feel eyes devouring her. How was that possible?
The sensation of cool cloth being wrapped around her wrists had Gina sucking in a startled breath.
It was happening. He was going to do it.
“Uh, I’m not sure…”
A strong arm reached under her knees, effectively cutting off her tepid protest. Sure hands swiveled her bottom and lifted her legs up onto the cushion beneath her. His hands travelled over the curve of her hips, along her rib cage, barely caressing the sides of her breasts, only to gently push her shoulders back so that she lay prone. The same hands gathered her crumpled dress at her waist and worked it slowly over her hips and down her bare legs, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. She heard it landing with a soft thud on the floor.
Then nothing. She felt him move away, leaving her fully exposed, with nothing but her heels on.
“Where are you?” Her hands automatically reached out, searching for him.
The air stirred near her head. “Shh.”
Strong hands grasped her wrists and her arms were stretched over her head, the silk binds tightening on her wrists as he secured her to something near her head.
Gina could only imagine the picture she presented. Lying naked except for her heels, with her arms tied over her head. The blindfold only adding to the erotic portrait of her spread out like a banquet.
Then she felt it, a light nibble on her ankle! Teeth raking softly down to the graceful arch of her foot. How could such an innocent touch have her hips wantonly arching up, looking for the same attention? Then she felt cool bindings being wrapped around her ankles, a hard tug letting her know that he had secured her legs to the mattress underneath them. There was more give in her lower bindings, allowing her legs more movement than her arms. But there was no question that she wasn’t going anywhere.
Pictures of the woman she had witnessed in a similar position only moments ago fluttered through Gina’s mind. The woman had begged for more, demanding her lovers fulfill her sexual needs. Would this man inspire such passion in her own body, to where she was begging just as much or, perhaps, even more?
Thoughts of the other woman soon flew out of her mind when she felt his firm lips and nipping teeth move up her calf while his hot tongue flickered out to soothe over the seared skin. Unyielding lips met with the silky skin on the back of her knee, his calloused hands lifting a leg up as far as the silk binding would allow, leaving her already slick folds completely open to him.
Myriad fractured emotions raced through Gina. Uncertainty clashed with erotic hunger. Yes, her body was reacting to the salaciousness of her predicament, but another part of her felt as if something wasn’t quite right.
Perhaps sensing her discomfort, the man whispered gruffly, his words barely audible against the pounding of her heart and the music filtering in from outside their sensual cocoon. “Relax. I’ll ta
ke care of you.”
Was this really her? The woman who had barely reached tepid satisfaction with two ex-fiancés—the woman who had been accused of not being able to respond fully to a man’s touch, leaving her partners looking elsewhere? Andrew to her best friend and Steven to his male assistant! If only they could see her now…
She felt his warm breath flutter across her clit, his stubble-roughened cheek pressed against her trembling thighs, teasing her with long licks of his wicked tongue along the inside of her legs.
Pleasuring her, this stranger had her forgetting all about Andrew and Steven.
And he had her begging for more. “Please!”
Her body tensed in anticipation when his roving tongue reached so close to her wet folds, but he pulled away at the last second, chuckling as Gina arched her back and pulled against her restraints, looking for his mouth to fully connect with her sex. Never had a partner ever gone down on her. Connor had talked about it, had promised to spend hours with his mouth between her legs.
On its own accord, her mind imagined that it was Connor in the room with her, slowly torturing her with the promise of his mouth against her slick sex.
“Please…” the plea escaped again, her hips bucking up just as his tongue swiped directly over her slit, giving her the intimate kiss she had been begging for.
Gina felt a deep rumble emanate from his chest as he settled between her thighs and cupped her ass firmly in his palms, raising her hips higher, giving his mouth better access to her weeping pussy. His shoulders pushed her thighs even farther apart, holding her wide open to welcome his tongue even deeper inside.
“Oh. My. God! Yes, please!”
The pressure was building quickly and Gina knew he was going to make her climax. This was something she had only read about, fantasized about—a hunger that she wasn’t sure she would ever assuage.
Unable to stop herself, she wriggled her hips harder against his mouth, silently demanding that he fulfill his unspoken promise. Helpless against the bindings, she was ultimately forced to let him set the pace, to have full control over her pleasure.
Wild hunger fanned by masterful strokes had a scream building deep within her chest. Lost in the sensual haze of pure carnal bliss, Gina trembled in need, barely cognizant of what he was saying.
“Umm, sweet liquid heat. I could spend hours tasting you like this.” His voice was muffled against her slick folds as his tongue laved at the sensitive bud of her clit.
Something deep within Gina stilled for a moment at his words. But when he pulled her clit roughly into his mouth, sucking on her, any remaining coherent thoughts flew out of her delirious head. Desperate for release, Gina sobbed while her head thrashed from side to side, her blindfold miraculously staying in place.
“That’s it, baby, you’re going to come for me,” his words growled against her flesh. “This sweet juice is all mine!”
Gina felt her sex ripple in response to his possessive words. He increased the pressure of his mouth on her nub while his thumb parted the globes of her ass. When she felt him rub her wetness from her folds to slowly play with the virgin entrance of her anus, she nearly choked on her own breath. When he pushed a single digit against the tight entrance, her hips shot off the mattress, only to bring her more solidly against his roving mouth.
“No, I…I’ve never…”
“Mmmm.” She felt his lips leave her pussy, instantly feeling robbed at the loss of his heat against her. “Relax, baby, let me play with what is mine.” With that said, his teeth pulled on her engorged nub, the pleasure-pain from her clit coinciding with his finger slowly entering her backside.
Splintering sensations dispersed from her core, her womb convulsing, her body racked by an orgasm so hot that she cried out in gratification.
Gina’s climax was pure euphoria, leaving her gasping for air as small spasms continued deep within her womb. Never had a man gone down on her, offering her total rapture with just his mouth and a single finger.
Gradually, Gina came down from her high to feel his body lying beside hers, holding her in his arms. His powerful arms offered her a solace she didn’t realize she needed until now. Tender lips nuzzled her breasts, deliberately pulling her peaked nipples into his hot mouth one at a time. The rough skin of his hands played with the flesh of her ass, massaging gently.
Desperate to feel him with her hands, Gina jerked her wrists, “Untie me. I need to touch you.”
Lips pausing on her nipples, he drawled roughly, “No.”
The smile she felt against her heated skin took some of the bite out of his denial.
Already she could feel her body responding to his caresses. She whimpered when his touch began to change, becoming more demanding. Gina could feel his thick cock straining against his pants, pressing against her hip. The hunger to get her hands on him grew, the need to have his length in her hand and inside her was overwhelming.
She craved to touch him! Never in a million years had she ever believed she would respond so wholeheartedly to a complete stranger. But he didn’t feel like a stranger. Her body seemed to welcome him like a long-lost lover finally returning home.
Gina cried out in panic, “No!” when she felt him move away from her, off the cushion. Was he leaving?
The sound of a zipper being undone laid that fear to rest. The rustle of his clothes coming off let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere. Then his naked form conformed to hers, warming her once again. The light hair on his muscular legs teased her already tingling skin. The roughness of his skin rubbing against hers only heightened the differences between their bodies. Lean hips settled between her legs, the length of his iron erection pressing along her stomach. Strong fingers plucked at her peaked nipples. She quivered underneath him, astonished at how much she enjoyed the new sensation of pleasure-pain as he massaged her breasts with increasing pressure, tweaking her nipples a little harder each time.
Moaning her delight, Gina hissed, “My nipples, more, please don’t stop!”
Her lover in the dark was all too happy to oblige, paying homage to her breasts with nipping teeth and twisting fingers. His muscular chest pressed her farther into the mattress beneath her. She could feel his light body hair rubbing enticingly over her smooth skin, causing a delicious friction that had her trembling in his arms. Gina was shocked at how fast her body was building up to another climax. And judging by the increased grinding of his hips and the precum that she could feel spreading into her belly button, he wasn’t too far off either.
“Please, I need you inside me now…” she begged without compunction. Trembling beneath him, she tried to get closer still.
If her mind had been clear of desire, she would have felt him pause at her plea, but Gina was too far gone with wanting him to notice.
“So beautiful, so hot. Ready for me,” he finally whispered.
Gina felt him reach over her head, then the ripping of foil indicated he was taking care of protection.
When he settled back over her, the feel of his cock pressing into her entrance was more than she could handle. Raising her hips in invitation, straining to get closer, she demanded, “Kiss me!” Having yet to taste any part of him, she was dying for his mouth on hers.
Gina felt his body stiffen with hesitation. She had heard of people not enjoying mouth-to-mouth kissing, thinking it was just too intimate. But what could be more intimate than having his mouth between her legs licking at her slickness?
When his tongue traced the outline of her lips, Gina’s fingers clenched into tight fists, straining against the bindings holding her in place. His tongue became more aggressive, pushing past her lips, demanding entry.
His mouth ravished hers, his hands sliding down to her hips, positioning her underneath him. She savored the taste of him, intoxicated by her own tangy musk that lingered on his mouth, and something more, something familiar that tugged at her memory on an elemental level…
“God! Connor?” the question barely left her lips. She felt him tense over h
er, going completely still.
No! He wouldn’t! He couldn’t possibly have found me here!
But in that exact moment, she just knew, a feeling deep in her core that the man making love to her was the man who had been toying with her for months. Some of her sensuous haze receded, leaving her feel foolish.
Gina felt his hands go to her blindfold and slowly untie it. The binding slipped off, but she stubbornly kept her eyes closed, trying to reel in her shock. She wasn’t ready to deal with this, with seeing his face as he laughed down at her, smug in his ability to play her so easily.
“Damn it, open your eyes. Look at me,” he ordered harshly, his hand tugging at her hair. “No more hiding from me. From this. You are going to know who is fucking you, Gina!”
Anger replacing the shock, she bit out, “You bastard. Get off me!” Bucking underneath him in a feeble attempt to dislodge him, she winced in pain when thousands of prickles shot up her arms.
“What the hell, Gina, calm down before you hurt yourself.” Connor’s hands moved up her arms, massaging the cramping muscles of her manacled arms.
Forcing her eyes to open, she could barely make out his sculpted features in the dim candlelight as he held himself braced over her. But what she saw on his face wasn’t conceit or laughter. Instead his face was infused with need. With passion—for her.
Gina squirmed under him and watched in surprise as he closed his eyes as if in pain. Clenching his jaw tight, he muttered, “Don’t move, baby. God, please don’t move if you don’t want my cock rammed inside you. I won’t be able to stop if you do.”
The tip of his penis just inside her tight entrance pulsed. By the tick in his jaw, she could see that Connor was fighting for control, trying to rein in his desire.
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