ColdNightsHotBodies

by Lily Harlem

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Hell, yeah, the thought of you tied up like Eliza and your pleasure completely under my control is a massive turn-on. But are you sure? You only lost your virginity last night. I’d hate to scare you or do something you weren’t comfortable with.”

  “Of course I’m sure or I wouldn’t have suggested it. And as for having just lost my virginity, hell, I’m twenty-three, I figure I have a few years of sex to make up for.”

  The doors slid open and we stepped out into the fortunately deserted hallway. I would have died if anyone from Safe as Houses had heard that last sentence.

  “Well, in that case, be prepared to be ‘stolen and seduced’, little lady,” he whispered hotly into my ear. “But anything you really don’t like, or if you want me to stop then just say,” he paused, “Paddington Bear.”

  “Paddington Bear?”

  “Yes, then I’ll know that you mean it and you’re not just getting into the role of Eliza and begging to be freed even when you don’t want to be.”

  Paddington Bear. Okay.

  I slid the keycard into our door and shoved it open. The room had been cleaned and smelled of polish. There was one dim lamp on in the living area.

  “Go into the bathroom,” Shane said, slipping out of his coat and throwing it over the back of the sofa. “And when you come out Hest will be waiting.” He sat down and tugged off his wellington boots.

  Heart fluttering, I quickly slipped out of my boots, nipped through the bedroom and into the en suite. With the door shut I leaned back against the wood. The bathrobes folded around my shoulders in a soft embrace. I felt giddy with anticipation, high with excitement. Oh my god! What had I asked for? And far from being shocked by my request, Shane had been up for it immediately. This was something I’d always dreamed of, being the heroine in one of my books—and now it was about to be realized.

  Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire’s Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn’t read that one, he’d read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy.

  Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of.

  I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.

  Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy.

  When will he grab me?

  Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest?

  Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness.

  Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder.

  I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled.

  “Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!”

  Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation.

  My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn’t use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but…

  He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The “weapon” was a ball-point pen.

  Phew!

  The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight.

  “You’ve teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?”

  He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. “Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat.

  “Oh, no, you don’t, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever.”

  My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something?

  “You can’t do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us.”

  He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. “No one will find you, Eliza, I’ve made sure we won’t be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?”

  I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming.

  Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn’t get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away.

  “Oh, no, you don’t.” His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. “You can’t escape, and soon you won’t want to. Soon you’ll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you will admit it’s me that you love, only me, for all of time.”

  Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity?

  I didn’t dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down.

  There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor.

  As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza’s thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own.

  In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut.

  “Hest,” I called, yanking at my shoulders. “What the—”

  He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses.

  I loved it.

  “Keep quiet,” he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. “Keep quiet or I’ll gag you.”

  I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still.

  “You know what I am going to do, don’t you, Eliza?”

  “Please, no, let me go.”

  He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. “Oh, but you don’t really mean that, do you?”

 
“Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home.”

  He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, “Do you need to say any words, honey?”

  What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear.

  “No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell my father about this. I promise.”

  His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. “Hah, I’m not scared of your father, and I’m not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away.”

  He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier.

  But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza’s had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind’s eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath.

  Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight.

  Shane’s weight left the bed.

  Brightness flooded the room.

  Blinking rapidly, I gasped. There was no hiding now.

  I looked down and spotted my stockings holding my ankles firm. Glancing up, I saw my new scarf wrapped tight around my wrists.

  Shane stood at my side, half silhouetted by the light of the bedside lamp. He was still fully dressed. His hair was mussed and his chest rose quickly as he caught his breath. His gaze roamed my bound, exposed body as if he were a starving man looking at his favorite dinner.

  If I could have moved I would have squirmed.

  “Ah, my lovely Eliza, now you can have nothing unless I want you to have it.” He dragged his sweater over his head in a quick, smooth movement. “You are mine to do with as I wish, and, sweetheart, I have lots I want to do with you.”

  He bent and latched his hot mouth over my right nipple. I pulled at my restraints as he nibbled gently and swirled his tongue deliciously. This was exactly what it must have been like for Eliza, there was no control. Hest chose the next thing to do to her. The helplessness, the vulnerability, it was so huge, so trusting—but because I did trust Shane it was also laced with a wonderful sweet security. He’d only made me feel good and I trusted him to continue making me feel that way.

  “Please no,” I murmured. “Hest, don’t do this to me, to us. It’s futile.”

  He ignored me as he explored my body with his fingertips, feeling right up to my poor trapped wrists, down the inside of my arms, my underarm and to the outer edge of my breasts. It tickled and I shivered at the light caress. Then he touched both my nipples. Tugged, pinched, rolled and tweaked until I writhed with pleasure and gasped for more.

  He kissed lower, leaving my breasts wet and cooling and my nipples sharp points of bliss. When I realized what treat was coming my spine bowed like a lusty feline. But of course I wasn’t coming. Hest hadn’t let Eliza climax, even though she’d cried out in desperation. Begged in all manner of ways. That was what was really waiting for me. A ride almost to heaven.

  Shane didn’t need to spread my legs, they were already wide open. He swiftly settled between my thighs, parted my labia with his tongue and began to devour me as though my drenched pussy was the elixir of life itself.

  “Eliza, you’re so damn ready for me,” he grunted, snuffling in deeper.

  My hips bucked toward his face and I cried out as he sucked my clit. Wet lapping sounds filled the room along with his groans of approval and my gasps of delight. He added his fingers to his tongue’s ministrations and entered me high and fast.

  “Oh god, Hest, please,” I groaned, thrashing my head on the pillow and clamping my pussy around him. Nothing existed except the pleasure of being eaten out, worshipped, catapulted toward an almighty orgasm. I was almost there. My climax was a spring wound as tight as it could go. I was about to find my release—spectacularly.

  Tearing open my eyes, I looked at his dark curls bobbing over my pussy and the tip of his nose buried in my pubic hair.

  “Don’t, don’t stop.”

  He lifted his head.

  Instantly, I realized my mistake and groaned in desperate disappointment.

  He wiped his forearm over his shiny mouth and glared down at me.

  “You gonna admit you love me?” he growled.

  “No, no, I can’t because it’s not true, but oh, please, let me, let me come.”

  “Tell me you love me.” He pitched forward and dropped his elbows on either side of my head. His breath smelled of my pussy. “Say you love me, Eliza, and I will make you the happiest, most satisfied woman in the entire world. Say you’ll be mine for all of time.”

  Twisting away, I whimpered in frustration. I’d been so near to orgasm. How could he? Okay, we were playing a game, but seriously?

  “Damn it, woman,” he muttered, standing.

  There was a whiz of a zip and the rustle of material. Suddenly a thrill of cataclysmic proportions reeled through me as I remembered the next part of the book. The descriptions had been vivid and it was something I’d dreamed of doing for many years. And now, now with Shane Galloway, it was only moments away. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to hold my desperately turned-on body together or become a puddle of wanton need strapped to a bed.

  “You’ve got me so fucking hot for you,” he snarled in a rasping voice as his jeans flew through the air and hit the opposite wall with a snap. His black boxer briefs followed. “You’re going to have to sort me out and if you bite me, so help me god I will kill you, then myself.”

  His words were the exact ones written in the book.

  Trembling in part delight, part nerves, I watched as he climbed over me and settled his knees on either side of my shoulders. His big body sank the mattress. The soft, black hairs on his thighs brushed the pale flesh on the outside of my upstretched arms and armpits.

  He curved a hand around the nape of my neck and lifted my head to within inches of his jutting cock. I stared at it, marveling again at the size and the deep burgundy head, the slit that gaped and the neat rim of flesh flaring at the base of the glans.

  His hips dropped and the smooth tip nudged my lips. I glanced up and our eyes met, his were dark and filled with lust but there was something else there—concern, control, a need for reassurance.

  He needn’t have worried. More than anything I wanted to feel his cock slide over my tongue and touch the back of my throat. I’d read about it so many times and now I needed to feel that stretch in my jaw as I opened wide for his thick shaft. The thought of his flavor, of finally sampling the essence of a man, had my mouth watering. Saliva pooled in my cheeks and a dirty greed welled up inside me. It was a hunger so huge that I didn’t know if it could ever be satisfied.

  “Hest,” I mumbled around his cock, begging him with my eyes. “Please.”

  His brow creased and the fingers around the back of my neck tightened.

  “I want—”

  He popped the head into my mouth, silencing my words. I gazed up at his face as my lips formed a wide “O”. He was watching me carefully, as if checking I was coping, that I was okay.

  In that moment I fell for him just a little bit more.

  To ease his concern and show I welcomed the invasion, I poked the tip of my tongue into his slit. It was deep and firm but let me stretch it slightly. At the base I found a drip of salty fluid.

  “Ah, fuck, you be careful doing that.”

  I didn’t want to be careful. I wanted it all. I wanted to drive him as wild as he had just driven me with his mouth. My head was full of the story and the way Eliza had used her tongue to drive Hest crazy, torturing him with pleasure as
a way of revenge for him teasing her.

  Shane mumbled several guttural curse words and slid into my mouth farther. I strained my neck for more, his crude Hest-like language adding to my excitement. He fed another few inches of his shaft in and I drew the heated flesh to the back of my tongue, eagerly stretching my lips around his wide girth.

  “Ah, Jesus.” He was holding on to the back of the bed with his other hand, his position and the angle of my neck perfect for him to smooth in and out.

  “When I’ve finished fucking your mouth, Eliza,” he grunted as he set up a steady rhythm, “you’ll say the words, the truth. If you don’t I’m going to fuck you between your tits then your wet little pussy. I might even take your virginal arse if you still don’t admit you love me the same way I love you. But you won’t come, not once. Not until you say you’ll be mine.”

  I rewarded his accurate memory of the book by sucking hard then scraping my teeth against his shaft. His body trembled and he hissed in a breath, his jaw clenching and his nostrils flaring. Then, as if control finally left him, he sank forward, driving his cock to the very back of my throat.

  Squirming wildly, I gagged as his balls hit my chin, their baby-soft skin and silky hairs tickling.

  Gulping for air, I finally overcame my gag and willingly surrendered to his cock.

  He pulled back, watched me for a moment, again as if checking I was okay, then tipped his head to the ceiling and began to pump his hips, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

  My body was on fire, alive. I was close to orgasm. Shane using my helpless body, taking what he wanted was so sexy, the situation so erotic. It would take very little to tip me over the edge. If only I could squeeze my legs together. Just a small amount of pressure on my clit and I could finish what he started. I tried to move my hips, but of course I couldn’t. I’d been stolen and strapped to a bed. Now I was being seduced in the most blissfully agonizing way imaginable.

  “Heaven’s above, get fucking ready for it,” he grunted. His tone was harsh like Hest’s and his words tight and scratchy as though the effort of speaking was too much.