Erotic Research

by Mari Carr

  He quickly grabbed her wrists and she heard a soft click. Ross had handcuffed her hands together and attached them to the headboard.

  Having her bound in this manner, Ross could easily take her from the front or flip her onto her stomach according to his whims. Being blindfolded and tied up only heightened her desire for him and she had to bite her lip to stop herself begging for more.

  “From this point on,” he said gruffly, “you are not allowed to speak. If you do so, I will gag you as well. If you understand, nod your head.”

  Julia nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips. She was amazed at how easily Ross could turn her on with simply a few heated words.

  The bed shifted as Ross joined her. A second later, she felt him straddle her chest, the feeling of being totally trapped and captive to his demands overwhelming and exhilarating. A soft touch to her lips was her only warning of his intentions as he said roughly, “Open your mouth.” She barely had time to respond before he plunged greedily into her opening, thrusting his hard cock down her throat with such surprising need, she nearly gagged. Sensing her distress, he pulled back before pushing in again, more slowly this time.

  “Suck it,” he growled. “Take me deep. All the way.”

  Relaxing her throat muscles, Julia did as he requested. No longer a stranger to the sensation of swallowing his cock, she lost herself in the task, delighted by his groans of pleasure. Just as she sensed him reaching his climax, he pulled out. Ready to protest, she received a light tap on her cheek.

  “No talking,” he reminded her sternly, as she felt him leave the bed once again. He returned in only a moment and once again ordered her to open her mouth. This time, rather than tasting his musky, hard cock, she felt something cold and plastic pass her love-swollen lips.

  “A ball-gag,” he said, responding to her unasked question. “But for tonight, I want you to pretend it’s my cock. I want you to suck it and love it just like you would me.”

  Uncomfortable with the obstruction in her mouth, Julia struggled slightly against the hard toy, trying to swallow as Ross fastened the strap to hold it in place behind her head.

  “Don’t fight it, Brown Eyes,” he said, as she attempted to reject the unfamiliar toy.

  After a few minutes, Julia calmed down and accepted the bondage of her mouth. She’d given up trying to swallow and could feel a small trickle of drool escaping down her cheek.

  Ross moved down her body until his legs bridged her thighs. Pushing her legs apart, he leaned forward and placed a passionate kiss on her bare mons, his tongue delving into her slippery folds to tease the hard nub beneath.

  His mouth was quickly replaced by his cock and Julia groaned with relief that he didn’t intend to torture her tonight.

  Delighted at being filled with him, she wrapped her legs around his back, silently urging him to harder, faster heights. Ross, however, did not succumb to her coercion. He leaned forward, grinding his erection into her in slow solid circles.

  “How does it feel?” he whispered, his lips lightly touching her ear, his tongue tickling the rim. “How does it feel to suck a cock and have one fuck you at the same time?”

  The power of his words combined with the blindfold, the toy in her mouth and his potent movements in her pussy worked their magic. She really did feel as though she were being taken by two men. A small moan escaped her throat as she tried to force him to move even faster within her.

  “Not yet,” he said, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. “There’s still one more place to be filled.”

  Understanding shook her like an earthquake as he slowly pulled his rock-hard erection out of her. Her small whimpers seemed a pitiful complaint.

  With strong, sure hands, Ross gently turned her over on the bed before placing several pillows under her hips. With her legs still open and her upper body lowered, her ass and cunt were completely at his mercy.

  His fingers returned to her clit, massaging the swollen bud until she was squirming in agony.

  Had she really thought this lovemaking session would be quick? She should have known better. Ross was a maestro in bed and she was his instrument. Every time he picked up the bow, he played her to perfection. Every fantasy he created was better than the last until she truly felt as though she could die from the bliss.

  Panting, she tried to accelerate his movements, but he wouldn’t be tempted. His fingers left her after a few more minutes and she felt him once again leave the bed only to return in an instant.

  Another foreign object touched her, this time at the entrance to her pussy and again he painted a picture in her mind.

  “This is a dildo, but for our purposes tonight, I want you to pretend it’s me. It’s my hard cock taking you. I’m going to fuck your pussy.” When she moaned her pleasure, she felt his hand sharply slap her buttocks. “You aren’t sucking my cock,” he added harshly. Reminded of the ball-gag, she began once again to work her jaws around the toy, her mind and body anxious to please him.

  Slowly, he slid the dildo inside her until it was fully lodged. Gripping the base firmly, he thrust it in place several times, perfectly mimicking his own heavenly rhythm. “That’s right, Brown Eyes, fuck us,” he encouraged her as he twisted the dildo, before leaving it inside her.

  Satisfied with his work, he left the bed one last time. The now-recognizable coolness of the gel on her anus didn’t alarm her. Instead, she delighted in its familiar feeling.

  As he saturated her with the lubrication, Julia could sense him applying the same to himself. His hands bumped casually into her buttocks as he rubbed the sticky gel on his cock.

  Only when she felt the head of his penis at her anus did she truly cry out. “At last,” she wanted to scream, as she realized she would finally feel that glorious, thick instrument inside her ass. Until that moment, she didn’t appreciate how much she’d craved it.

  The butt plug had worked its magic as Ross’s hard cock entered with only the slightest amount of pain, the pleasure it produced far outweighing the small twinges at his persistent entry. Ross pushed forward without pause until he filled her completely.

  Every hole was filled with Ross.

  Every void in her life crammed full of Ross.

  Moving with exquisite precision, Ross’s cock plunged in her ass, propelling the dildo forward as well.

  “Fuck us all,” he commanded, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements. The power of all three instruments—the ball-gag, the dildo and his cock—proved her undoing.

  In her mind, Ross truly was three men, all of them loving her with everything they had. Her mouth worked the gag as if she were determined to give him the greatest blowjob of his life. Her pussy and ass contracted around the dildo and his cock, desperate to bring him to the same earth-shattering release that was shaking her whole body.

  Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her until she finally felt his own climax, his semen erupting in her ass, filling her to overflowing.

  “My God,” he yelled.

  She felt him reach above his head as he snapped the release on the cuffs, pulled off the blindfold and unhooked the ball-gag. Below, he still remained inside her ass, seeming reluctant to leave her. Wiggling against him, she sighed contentedly.

  “Spoon me,” she happily whispered and he obliged, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

  “Brown Eyes,” he started as she slid her hands down to her own opening.

  “No,” she interrupted, working the large dildo out and languidly dropping it to the floor by the bed. “Please don’t leave me.” Her ass deliberately clamped around him, his half-erect penis still firmly lodged in place.

  “Never,” he whispered. “Never.”

  Chapter Nine

  The next day dawned bright and sunny. Ross knew immediately upon opening his eyes that he was alone in the cabin. Panicking, he gathered up his sweatpants from the chair by the fire and threw a T-shirt on over his head.

  Checking the bathroom, he confirmed Julia wasn’t there. He headed toward the
front door. Glancing out the window, he saw her shoveling snow off the path to the woodpile like a woman possessed. Frowning, he watched her for several minutes, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.

  Concern ran through him as he considered his actions the previous night. Clearly, Julia was upset. She was throwing snow over her shoulder fast and furious. A two-ton plow couldn’t move snow like she was.

  Perhaps he’d pushed her too far last night. She’d thrown him for a loop when she told him her secret fantasy. The fact that she dreamed of sleeping with two men mystified him. Of all the things he was willing to do with Julia, sharing her was not on the list. The idea of another man touching her—hell, the idea of another man simply looking at her—made him see red. He’d never be able to fulfill her fantasy in truth.

  Although he thought he’d certainly given it the old college try last night.

  Grinning, he remembered her enthusiastic response to his lovemaking. As always, her vivid imagination allowed him to enact all of his fantasies without the fear of frightening her. Or at least, that’s what he’d thought.

  Now, watching her cut a swath through the heavy snow, he wondered if he’d misread her responses.

  Had he gone too far?

  Pushed her too hard?

  He didn’t think so, but her actions this morning had him perplexed. She never rose before him and as far as he could remember, he’d never seen her do anything resembling hard physical labor.

  Clearly she was upset about something. If not last night, then…what?

  Was she was beginning to feel something for him?

  Was his plan working?

  If so, then perhaps it was time to move to the next phase. He’d come too far in his plan to win her heart to turn back now, and clearly it was time to move their so-called research into relationship mode. He’d been a coward to put off approaching the subject with her this long.

  Once she’d worked off some of her anxiety and sorted out her thoughts, she’d come in and he would lay it all on the line.

  Come clean.

  Tell her his true feelings.

  Taking a deep breath, he turned to the kitchen. Maybe a nice, hot breakfast would soften her to his proposal.

  God, he hoped so.

  Sweat poured down Julia’s face and into her eyes. The bitter cold temperatures and wind of the previous week had given way to a gorgeous winter day. The sun was beating down and the ski hat on her head was far too warm for her strenuous exertions. The snow weighed a ton and she could feel painful twinges beginning in her arms and back from her aggressive assault on the wet stuff.

  “Why shouldn’t my back and arms hurt? Everything else does,” she muttered as she considered last night’s fantasy for the thousandth time.

  When Ross offered to play out her secret sexual dream, she had no idea how much she’d pay for the request. Her jaw ached from the ball-gag and she was so sore below the waist she couldn’t pinpoint where the pain was coming from.

  Ross had given her everything she asked for and more and even in her aching state, she couldn’t find it within herself to regret a second of it. Last night had been the best night of her life and she fully expected to relive every minute of it in her fantasies for the next fifty years.

  Her anxiety was not so much a result of their actions, but her feelings about those actions. She’d done the most foolish thing imaginable—she’d fallen in love with Ross Phillips.

  Totally and completely, head-over-heels in love.

  The kind of love that would never, ever die.

  “How could I be such an idiot!” she repeated, the words becoming a mantra and the impetus for her forceful shoveling.

  Her shovel hit the woodpile hard enough to rattle every tooth in her head. “Dammit.”

  Glancing back, she realized she’d cleared quite a wide path from the door. Unable to face the man causing her such angst yet, she turned and started to attack the driveway leading to the road.

  For the entirety of her adult life, she’d avoided the overpowering, overwhelming, all-consuming feeling of love. Now in the course of a week, Ross had broken down all her well-constructed defenses and wormed his way into her heart.

  “No,” she whispered. Not a week. Ross had been tackling the walls around her heart for nearly a decade and she suspected he’d be most disturbed to learn that little tidbit.

  God, if he knew what he’d done, he’d be out here himself clearing a path to freedom as fast as his arms could shovel.

  The cold, hard fact was she’d been in love with Ross Phillips since the day she met him and that love had only grown as the years passed. Every novel she’d ever written had been a tribute to him—a coward’s way of expressing her feelings. She was sure he didn’t realize he was the hero in all her stories. He was her knight in shining armor, her sexy, devil-may-care pirate, and her hunky, irresistible lord all rolled into one. He was the leading man in every fantasy she’d had since she turned twenty years old.

  Now, she’d made the mother of all mistakes and blurred the lines between fantasy and reality. In her dreams, she was safe from inevitable heartbreak. Allowing him into her bed and her body had been foolishness at its most extreme. By keeping her imaginings private and maintaining a platonic friendship with Ross, she’d managed to hold onto him longer than any other woman in his life.

  The last thing Ross wanted from her, or any woman for that matter, was a permanent commitment. He was a confirmed bachelor, set in his ways. If and when he decided to settle down, it would be with a woman much more sophisticated and beautiful than her.

  She was the girl next door, the little sister he never had, a pizza buddy, and in just seven days, she’d thrown all that away for a brief roll in the hay.

  Well, maybe not brief.

  And certainly not a roll.

  More like tumbling headfirst off a cliff.

  “Hell,” she said aloud as she continued to make her way to the road. She was too stupid to even regret her actions.

  How could she ever feel sorry for what could quite possibly be the greatest sex ever in the history of fornication?

  She blushed as she recalled the image of Ross bent over her body last night as she strained to take in all of him.

  Groaning, she pushed the thought away. “This isn’t helping,” she whispered to the trees around her. Worst of all, she had whispered the words “please don’t leave me” to him after they’d made love. She prayed Ross had been too close to the verge of sleep to remember her foolish request.

  Chastising herself once again, she groaned. She’d done the one thing she never wanted to do—give him a reason to leave her. As long as the women in his bed kept things light and casual, he kept them. The moment they pressured him for more, he ran.

  Even though she had known from the outset that their time in the cabin was limited, she had become used to having him in her bed. She loved eating every meal with him and telling him all of her deepest, darkest secrets.

  Sometimes she felt a deep connection between them that promised of a real future. He made her laugh and somehow the thought of going back to New York and their once-a-week pizza dates left a cold chill deep in the pit of her stomach.

  Julia rested the shovel against a tree and lightly clasped her arms around herself—more for comfort than for warmth. She wasn’t being totally honest with herself. The days in the cabin had been about more than research, at least for her. She was wearing her heart on her sleeve.

  Too many more days spent in his presence and the pain of his eventual desertion would tear her heart out. She had to distance herself from him now. If she was going to salvage some part of their friendship, it was time for their research to stop.

  One more night like last night would kill her. Even now, she felt as if her heart were bursting into a million little pieces. Better to halt things now. Imagine how much worse the pain would be later.

  The day was warm and the snow was melting quickly. Once Ross realized he was no longer stuck, he’d
be anxious to return to the city. Maybe he would leave today. It was still early. In fact, she’d suggest it. She could convince him she was well armed with enough research for her book.

  She headed back to the cabin, resolved in her decision. Distance and time were the best things.

  Staring down a now-cleared road, she realized the rest of her aches and pains had disappeared.

  All she could feel now was the agony of her breaking heart.

  Ross had been more than willing to make the trek down the mountain to retrieve his SUV when she suggested it upon her return to the cabin.

  As he pulled up to the front porch, Julia stiffened her spine and took a deep breath. He was free. He could take his car and escape back down the mountain. Return to his life in the city. Return to his penthouse and casual one-night stands with gorgeous women. Their time was over and, although he and Julia had done enough “research” to fill a dozen books, she knew by the look in his eyes as he parked the car that he needed to leave. She would simply have to stand firm in her resolve.

  “Well,” he said, approaching her, “looks like Sweet Pea survived the storm just fine.”

  Julia grinned at Ross’s continued insistence that his beloved car was a female, whom he’d nicknamed Sweet Pea. “She’s sleek with smooth, firm lines that just ache to hug the road,” he’d joke, running his hand across the hood. To Julia, cars were merely a way to get from here to there and all she knew about her vehicle was that it was blue and it started when she needed it to.

  “Thank heaven for small mercies,” Julia teased, though her heart was heavy. It’s for the best, she silently consoled herself.

  “Guess you’ll be heading back to the city,” she said, pleased by the strength in her voice.

  “Eventually, I suppose,” Ross answered, obviously surprised about her comment. “What are your plans?” he asked warily, as he climbed the stairs to stand beside her.

  “I haven’t finished my book yet. I’ll probably stay here until it’s done. If that’s okay with you.”