Tied Up and Twisted (Mills & Boon Spice Briefs)
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“Sounds Zen.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not the type.”
“You don’t have to be like that anymore.”
He slides the head of his cock inside her. She can feel her pussy respond automatically. They are good together. They fit. She has no idea how well.
Frost fucks her against the wall, and Hadley feels the magic of being with someone who knows how to touch you. She has her eyes closed, her head back. Frost is so strong. He balances her easily in his big hands, maneuvers her exactly the way he wants. He has her positioned on his thighs for a moment, and she remembers the first glimpse she had of him as she entered the gym. The power that she felt.
He runs a hand over her clit, and she keens low and sweet under her breath. She feels so real in his hands. He understands suddenly that he has to come clean. He made her bare her soul to him. “I have to tell you something,” he says.
He’s fucking her as he talks. She can’t find the breath to respond.
“I’m not new…not to what you like. What you need.”
He has her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and he bears down, giving her too much pressure. No, not too much. So much. She feels as if she will explode with the sensation. She’s too overwhelmed to unravel what he’s telling her. “What do you mean?” She’s panting.
He pulls out and carries her to the bed. He spreads her facedown on his mattress and waits for her to turn her head and look at him. Frost has made the decision—he can be honest with her. He presses his mouth to her ear. “Hadley,” he says, “You don’t have to explain things to me.”
* * *
“Open wide,” Dean says, and Guy parts his lips. Dean has his cock out, and he sets the head on Guy’s bottom lip. Guy starts to suck. He doesn’t think he will last long. He’s sure he will come right in his pants. He wonders what will happen if he does. As if reading his thoughts, Dean says, “Don’t you dare get off from sucking my cock, boy.”
Guy gazes up at his new dom, hope vibrant in his dark brown eyes.
“If you do, I’ll have to take you home and punish that saucy ass of yours. I’ll use you in ways you’ve never even dreamed about.” Dean ruffles Guy’s hair, and he smiles at his new toy. “But then again, I’ll do that either way.”
Guy sighs with pleasure. This is a dream come true.
* * *
Frost can tell that she still doesn’t understand. She looks over her shoulder at him, watches as he pulls his belt free from the loops of his discarded jeans. He doubles the leather. Makes the belt snap. She sees the finesse in his movements. She can’t believe what he’s saying. “I don’t get it. Why would you let me go through all that? Why wouldn’t you just say…” She pushes herself up on her hands and knees.
He pushes her back down and shrugs as he looks at her. “I was done. Until I met you, that is. I was all finished.”
“Yeah, but you said, you told me…” She pushes up again.
“Get back into position, kid. Now.”
She glares at him and he lets the belt land against her naked ass cheeks, once, twice. She knows enough not to put a hand back to cover herself. Still, he puts one hand in the small of her back and forces her against the mattress. He licks her with the belt a third again. This time the leather stings. She bucks against the mattress, unable to stop herself. “You said you never had anyone in your power.…”
He shakes his head. “You’ll have to listen to my words better in the future.”
“I’m a good listener.” But a bad sub, she thinks. He stripes her again.
“I wanted to hear you tell me what you needed. I wanted you to spell out every desire. I wanted to know why you want what you want. You say you want 24/7. I have to be sure.”
It wasn’t fair, he thinks. He played her. But she played him, too. There are games, every once in a while, where everyone wins.
“God, I knew,” she says. But how had she known? Seeing him like that across the gym had sparked something inside her. She’d sensed his power then; she sees it in action now. He whips her twice more, then opens the closet and shows her what’s there. The tools. The weapons. The whips and crops and paddles. Her heart throbs. She sees on the top of the closet is a row of books. From the spines she recognizes the ones she sent him—doubles, obviously, of the ones he already has. Plus other classic BDSM titles: The 120 Days of Sodom. Justine. Gritty. The Punishment of Sleeping Beauty.
“You want to be with me,” he says. It’s a statement, but she nods, then says, “Yes, Reed.” Has she ever called him by his name before? The name sounds right on her lips.
“You’re sure? Because I can’t go through this again unless I know.”
She looks at him. The connection is more than combustible. She doesn’t want to keep her hands off him. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say the words.”
“You,” she says.
“But why?” He grabs a paddle and comes toward her. “You give me a reason, and if I like what you have to say, I’ll put you over my lap and spank your ass.”
She works to hide the grin. She knew ass was in his vocabulary somewhere.
Frost sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls her over his lap. He strokes her bare skin with his palm, and Hadley slides her pussy against his thigh. She thinks about what she wants to say, how she can explain to Frost her desires. Clearly, she doesn’t have to unravel the whole mystery of BDSM for him. She only has to come clean about herself.
“You know 9½ Weeks?”
“Of course,” he says. It’s like the Bible of their world.
“I’ve mentally rewritten the ending too many times to count,” she says. He lands one blistering blow on her bottom. Then another. She can imagine what her ass looks like. She’s been on the “doling out” side of so many punishment sessions. He’s not holding back, either. She continues. “Why couldn’t they have stayed together? Why did the character have to go crazy?”
He spanks her again, and she grinds her pussy into his leg, getting the contact she craves.
“I always thought that if they kept going, they’d work everything out.”
“Optimist,” he says.
“Realist. I want a BDSM story with a happy ending.…”
He strikes again, catching her sweet spot. She moans, but she doesn’t stop talking.
“I want the tenth week. And the eleventh, and the twelfth. Until ultimately I want to lose count of the weeks.”
He paddles to the cadence of her words.
“I want to live in a world where everyone gets what they need, and nobody is punished for their desires.”
He spanks her again.
“Unless their desire is to be punished.”
Frost drops the paddle and pulls her upright. He parts her thighs, splits her pussy lips and sits her down on his cock. She feels how hard he is, how wet she is. They are perfectly joined.
“Baby,” Frost says as he kisses her. He’s made her work for this. Now comes her reward. “Welcome to the beginning…”
“The beginning?” Her eyes are wet. He kisses her cheeks.
“…the beginning of your happy ending.”
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Tied Up and Twisted
© Alison Tyler 2012
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