“Good thing you’re the law.”
“As if that will stop her from ringing 999 to report my suspicious behaviour.”
“Ohhhhh. Ring 999. Make a policeman come.”
“You’re closer to having a policeman come than you might imagine.” He moved his right hand lower. Now his palm was on her upper thigh. Her breathing suddenly constricted in her throat. He moved his hand so that he was moving up the inside of her skirt.
“Are you wearing knickers?”
Sophie was shocked. She had really believed she was less inhibited than Ryan Kelley. The dastardly man repeatedly proved her wrong.
He hitched her skirt up a bit more. “You’re not. Naughty girl. Like you were expecting something this evening?”
Cool evening air swirled between her thighs. “Ryan?”
“Hmm?” He licked her ear. Licked her ear! Before she could protest, he bit the tender flesh of her lobe. “Stockings?” he asked.
Yes, she had on stockings and a garter belt.
“Nice.”
The feel of him, skin to naked skin, made goose bumps prickle her flesh.
“There are decency laws,” he reminded her, just like he’d said the first night at the shoppe. “I’m violating them.”
She reached for the door knob. “Give me your key.”
“What?”
“Your house key!”
“You’re getting impatient?” he asked nonchalantly.
“I’ve been here an hour.” Well it seemed like it anyway, even if it was a touch of an exaggeration. “Yes, I’m impatient!”
With his free hand, he fished in his front pant’s pocket. His cock felt even harder against her.
“Did you bring your vibrator?”
“Yes.”
In seconds he had the key in the lock. He swore viciously when it wouldn’t turn on the first three attempts.
She laughed. He swatted her ass.
“Right, then,” he said when he got the door unlocked and opened. He swung her up and hefted her over his left shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“Ryan! What are you thinking?” His hat toppled to the pavement. Her handbag swung behind them, and breath whooshed from her lungs.
“About watching you climax.”
He flipped up her skirt. Thank God she was facing the street. That meant her nearly-naked hindquarters were pointed in the direction of the front door, rather than exposed for the neighbours to see.
He bent his knees so she could grab his hat. “Be quick about it.”
“Got it.”
He kicked the door closed. She grabbed hold of his belt for security when he started up the stairs.
Her hair streamed down his back and she could barely move. “Ryan!”
Ryan didn’t set her down until he plopped her onto a bed. The master bedroom? She dropped both his hat and her handbag and scooted back on the bed, using her heels to try and put some distance between them.
“Where’s your vibrator?”
Suddenly, in his territory, with him being so big and commanding, her nerves were made of something other than steel. Like, oh, say, a boiled pasta noodle. Her heart was racing, and her hand was shaking.
Maybe braving the lion in his own den wasn’t such a good idea. Better to be in her flat where she felt more in control.
“Sophie?” He grabbed her right ankle and pulled off her high heeled shoe. Casually, he tossed it in the corner.
Still holding her foot prisoner, he used his other hand to untie the knot at his throat. “I asked where your vibrator is.”
“In my handbag.”
He looped one end of his tie around her ankle, and then threaded the other through two slats on the footboard. Sophie was nearly delirious with desire. In seconds, he’d fetched another tie from the wardrobe. He removed her left shoe and tossed it, as well. “Scoot your ass a little closer toward me.”
“But—” She broke off. Of course her legs would be spread even wider, uncomfortably so, if she did that. That was exactly what he wanted.
She did as he requested. He secured her other ankle.
It wasn’t so tight that she couldn’t get out, but the kicker was, she didn’t want to get away.
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
“Uhmm… Not sure you’ve noticed, but I’m tied up.”
“That’ll make your efforts all the more interesting. Strip.”
She was game.
She unbuttoned her blouse, starting from the bottom and working up. The cotton parted, exposing her midriff. As she slid more buttons through their holes, her chest was exposed.
He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, studying her.
This was different.
She usually used music to set the mood and drive the intensity, from something soft and soothing, to Enrico Caruso, to Vivaldi, to techno. But with him, there was nothing but the intense drag of silence. She was hyper aware of her own breathing and his presence.
Sophie shrugged, letting the material fall from her shoulders to pool on the bed behind her.
She waited a few moments to see if he’d say anything. He didn’t. Instead, he allowed the silence to stretch, heightening her anticipation.
“Now your bra.”
Her mouth dried. But she reached behind her for the clasp.
Sophie took her sweet time. He was a voyeur. She’d prolong the anticipation as long as possible.
She rolled her shoulders forward and brought her hands up to cover her breasts. While he watched, she drew her breasts together, fondling herself, feeling her breasts becoming more and more sensitive. Sophie then squeezed her nipples until they were hard and erect.
He made a low, guttural sound. And she was enjoying the headiness of her power. Her feet may be bound, but she had the control.
With a glance in his direction, she moved her hands, and then tossed back her head, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward, as if making him an offer of her breasts.
He couldn’t resist, exactly as she was hoping.
He put one knee on the bed and took hold of her breasts. He suckled first one, then the other. This time, it was Sophie who was moaning and making little sounds of desperation.
She felt herself moisten, and there was no doubt they could both already smell the sharp scent of her arousal.
She was very much aware of her state of undress. She still had on her skirt, stockings and garter belt.
“You’re a sight to arouse a man, Sophie Albin.” At that point, he moved faster than she’d ever seen, pushing her down on the bed and drawing her skirt up around her waist.
Reflexively, she tried to sit up, but having her legs spread so far apart and tied to the bed made it impossible.
He fetched a couple of pillows. “I’ll help you, but you need to lift your hips.”
It took considerable effort, but between them, they managed to place two good sized pillows under her rear.
Her body was at an unusual angle, legs spread, her pussy wide open and fully exposed, her back flat on the mattress. He hadn’t restrained her hands, but he might as well have. There wasn’t much she could do from this position.
This man was nothing, if not imaginative.
She expected things to be like they were before. There was only one setting on the Rocket that they hadn’t tried yet. He’d lick her and get her ready for the toy. Maybe even play with her breasts some more.
But he didn’t do any of those things.
He grabbed her handbag. After unzipping it, he dumped the contents on his dresser. She couldn’t quite see what he was doing, even though she moved her head to the side to try and look at his reflection in the mirror.
He opened a drawer – or at least that’s what it sounded like.
Then another sound, maybe like the top being opened on a tube of lube. “Ryan?”
She heard the whir of the Rocket coming to life.
Instead of warming her up, he placed the devilish toy right on her cunt. “
Argh!” Digging in her heels, her back arched. She sought out the pleasure and ultimately squirmed away from it.
He placed a hand on her pelvis, directly above her pubic bone to hold her captive. The sensations were hard core. “What are you doing?”
Instead of responding, he turned up the intensity.
She tried to sit up and couldn’t…tried to turn on her side, and couldn’t. She thrashed and struggled. He removed his hand from her pelvis. And then she felt another sensation. Oh. She couldn’t. He couldn’t. Her entire pelvic area was ignited with sparks of intensity.
He inserted a finger into her ass. She convulsed, trying to push him out. Even with the lube, it was uncomfortable, making her feel full.
“Bear down,” he said patiently.
She was overwhelmed.
He leaned in and sucked on her nipples.
Sensations came from everywhere at the same time.
She couldn’t take it. She wanted more. More.
“Show me,” he said.
Sophie moved her hands between her legs and took control of the Rocket. She spread her labia with a thumb and forefingers, then pulled back the tiny bit of flesh to expose the bud of her clitoris. She put the toy there. Without conscious thought, she began to move her hips
“That’s it. Hump the toy.” He dialled up the control to its most intense setting.
Sophie felt as if she might come apart. She squeezed her thighs together as much as humanly possible, trying to reach her climax.
He fucked her ass even more intently. She began to moan and whimper. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was cymbals and crashing crescendos and an explosion of fireworks in her mind.
“Open your legs,” he told her. “I want to see you come.” When she did, he slipped another finger in her ass.
She shattered.
He captured her scream in a deep, searing kiss. Slowly, he backed off the speed of the vibrator.
He held her, stroked her, caressed her until the shudders passed. Finally, she opened her eyes, and he was there, looking down at her. She smiled. He smiled back.
“I like your surprises.”
She grinned. “And I like the way you help me take my scientific experiments to the next level. Pushing the envelope and all that.”
“A class I was in recently said that it’s now called exploring the paradigm.”
“That works.” She’d explore just about anything with him.
“Sophie?”
“Hmm?” Vaguely, she was aware he hadn’t yet untied her.
“What’s the next week’s show?”
Cheekily, she licked her upper lip. “We might want to talk about oral fixations.”
“Oh?”
“Blow jobs and the like.”
“Ah.”
“You interested in participating in more experiments?”
“Wouldn’t want to stand in the way of progress.”
“You’re in?” She knew it was a question about more than science, about more than masturbation or blow jobs. It was about them.
“Love, just try and get rid of me now.”
“I have one thing to say about that…?”
He raised his dark brows. Oh, this man was sexy. Sexy, sexy, sexy. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” She reached for his shirt and pulled it out of his waistband.
“So I am.”
“Can’t hurt to get a jump on next week’s show.”
He unfastened his trousers. “Anything for science.”
About the Author
Bestselling author Christy Lockhart is the author of eleven books from Silhouette Desire, Silhouette Intimate Moments, Ellora’s Cave and Loose Id and now, happily, Total-e-bound. She also had a historical romance produced in audio format.
Originally from Manchester, the world is her playground, and she now calls the splendour of Rocky Mountain Colorado home. She is a past president of Colorado Romance Writers and a past Board Member of Romance Writers of America. She's the recipient of Colorado Romance Writers Writer of the Year Award, RWA's prestigious Emma Merritt Service Award, along with the Coeur Du Bois Love of Romance Award.
As a certified life coach, she helps inspire others to live their dreams, as well.
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