Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (20 page)

“
Okay.” Drake nodded. Laying
one hand flat on her thigh, he waited, gauged her reaction. She
held still, staring at his hand. “There are a few more things I
want to know.”

“
Like…”

“
I need to know what you do
like, what you don’t.” He used his free hand, brushed her hair
aside once more, baring her neck. He pressed his lips to her
there.

“
Right now, I don’t know if
I’ll like anything.”

He smiled
sadly. “Then why don’t you tell me what you used to like…and we’ll
go from there. And tell me what you
don’t
like, what you never did
like.”

“
Don’t cover my mouth,” she
blurted out. She licked her lips and glanced over her shoulder at
him. “I don’t mind like if you’re making me go down on you, but
don’t use your hand…or gag me. I don’t think I can handle that, not
anymore.”

Soothingly, he stroked his
hand up and down her thigh. “No problem. Anything else?”

“
I don’t
like the word
cunt
.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “I think it’s ugly, but if
you like it… Kyle did, and…”

“
It doesn’t matter to me.”
He curved his hand over the heat between her legs and caught her
earlobe between his teeth. “There are plenty of words to talk about
this sweet spot if you don’t like that one. Like pussy… I’m dying
to taste your pussy, Tawny.”

Her
breathing hitched and he could have sworn her body temperature shot
up about five degrees in five seconds. Smiling against her hair, he
said, “Now why don’t you tell me what you
do
like…”

“
Rough and hard,” she
whispered. “I loved it rough and hard. I used to love it when Kyle
held my hands or tied me up.”

He pushed a finger inside
her sex. This time, she shuddered. But it wasn’t fear, and if he
wasn’t mistaken, she actually arched her hips just the slightest
fraction, clenching down around him. “What else? Oral?
Anal?”

“
Both. I loved it when he
held my head and acted like he was making me take his cock in my
mouth, like he was forcing me to go down on him.”

“
That didn’t happen that
night, did it?”

“
No.” Her voice was a mere
ghost of a whisper. Her thighs spread wider.

“
About talking… Kyle called
you a bitch. Told you to beg him.”

She moaned and rested her
head on his shoulder, rocking against his fingers.
“Yes.”

“
You like that? Want me to
do it?”

She stared at him through
her lashes. “If you like to—I want you to do what makes you hot.
Call me your bitch, if you want. You can call me your little slut…”
Her breathing hitched and she smiled a little. “I know I’m not, but
I’ll pretend to be yours, and if I can find that again… I’ll love
it. It makes me hot thinking about it.”

“
You want
to be my little slut?” His dick twisted even hearing her say it—no,
she wasn’t a slut. But thinking of her as
his
… His heart ached, his dick
throbbed. He added a second finger and twisted his wrist as he
murmured, “Want to be my little fuck toy?”

“
Drake…” She gasped.
“Yes.”

“
I remember Kyle telling you
what to do—you like that?”

“
Oh, yes. But he didn’t do
it much. He didn’t talk all that much really, just enough to get
me—oh!”

“
You’re wet,” he said
quietly as he screwed his fingers in…out. “You like being told what
to do.”

“
Yes. And if I don’t
listen…”

He could
see the blush spreading up her cheeks. “Drink your wine and tell
me. I want to know exactly what you liked then. I want to help you
find it again.” And
more
. He wanted to free her from the nightmares, if it was even
possible. “You like being punished? Do you like to fight
back?”

She panted and rocked
against him, but didn’t answer.

He tangled his free one in
her hair, tugged lightly, arching her neck. “You didn’t answer me,
Tawny.”

“
Yes. Both.”

“
Good girl.” He stopped
stroking her and withdrew his fingers, simply cupping her in his
hand. “How far do we go? How far do I push you?”

“
I…” At
the loss of his touch, she whimpered, then licked her lips.
“I
want
to want
that. But I might not be able to.”

“
Fair enough. We need to
find a way for me to know when you’re serious about me stopping if
I’m pushing too hard.”

Tania nodded. Then, to his
surprise, she reached up and back, touched the tattoo on his
forearm. “How about Superman? It’s not like I’m likely to ever use
it much outside of this anyway. And I’d feel weird using most
anything else…knowing me, I might even forget it and at a bad
time.”

“
Forgetting would be bad,” he agreed. He smiled as she
continued to stroke the tattoo on his arm. He had that
iconic
S
—had it
there since shortly after he’d turned eighteen. He was a comic
fanatic, and the Man of Steel had always been his favorite. She’d
only mentioned the tattoo once before tonight. She’d only seemed
minimally aware of it.

“
If you’re sure that’s what
you want, that works. But are you sure you want to use that to call
things off...what if you use it when you don’t mean it or
something?”

“
Then I tell you.” She made
a face. “I don’t want any sort of ‘safe’ word. This isn’t a bondage
thing—I like role-playing, not all that ‘master may I’ bondage
stuff. You try to turn me into an actual sub and I’ll shave you
bald while you sleep. And I’m not kidding. I’d probably panic, and
forget. I won’t forget Superman.”

“
Like I said, if that works
for you…” He brushed his mouth against her hair. “Now…pretty girl,
my hot little slut, I want you to pull your skirt up for
me.”

She groaned and then reached
down, tugging her skirt up until he could see his hand between her
thighs, until he could see the neat little patch of curls there.
“Do you wax or shave?”

“
Neither. I had laser done a
few years ago.” She swallowed, staring at his hand as he stroked
the tip of his finger against her curls.

“
Hmmm. Damn, that’s sexy. I
want you to watch.” He leaned back a little as he pushed one finger
inside, making sure both of them still had a good view as he began
to stroke her. She clenched around him, the walls of her pussy hot
and sleek, milking him.

“
I want you to tell me when
you’re close to coming.” He began to tease her clit with his thumb,
and savage satisfaction tore through him as she bucked against his
hand, crying out his name.

“
Drake…” She slammed her
hands down, gripping his thighs.

“
That’s it, baby. Move, let
me feel it…”

She rocked against him, her
head falling back. “Please…Drake—”

“
Are you close?” He bit her
neck, sucking lightly. Adding a second finger, he started to twist
his wrist. “Tell me, Tawny…”

“
Oh,
fuck—
now
.” She
arched her back. The muscles in her sheath clamped down tight
around him and he grimaced, imagined how it would feel if she’d
clenched down like that around him, milking him that
way…

She sagged against him and
he groaned, pressing his head against her shoulder. “Damn it, that
was beautiful,” he muttered.

He gripped her hips and
rocked against her.

She caught his wrists, still
shaking, still shuddering in the aftermath.

He waited until her
breathing calmed before he eased her skirt down. “I think that
counts as making it to third base, right?”

“
For me, yeah.” She rolled
her head against his chest, craning around to peer up at him. “Not
for you.”

“
I’m okay.”

“
Maybe I want you more than
okay.” She licked her lips and then squirmed forward until she
could stand.

Before she could turn
around, though, he caught her hips, held her there. “We don’t need
to do anything else tonight, baby.”

“
And what if I want to?” She
glanced back at him. Her eyes were dark and luminous, her smile
just a little wicked. “That was the first climax I’ve had in over
two years, and I’m also a little lightheaded from the wine. I want
to enjoy it.”

Drake grimaced. “I’m trying
to be a gentleman.”

“
And I’m trying to talk you
out of it.” She caught his wrists and tugged, trying to get him to
let her go. “I don’t want to have sex tonight, but I want to mess
around more. What’s wrong with that?”

“
Shit.” He took a deep
breath. “Fine. But I want to see you bend over the table in front
of you. Put your hands on it.”

She stiffened.

“
You want to mess around? I
want to see that pretty little ass of yours.”

She shuddered and then took
a step forward to bend over.

Drake stood up, grabbing the
hem of her skirt and pushing it to her waist, baring her butt.
Standing, he gripped her hips. “Remember how to make me
stop?”

“
Yes.”

He bumped his hips against
her ass, imagined that he was taking her, slowly feeding his cock
into her glistening wet folds. She was hot. Hot and wet and he
wanted her so bad.

She was panting. Hungry
little moans fell from her lips. Using his thumbs, he spread the
cheeks of her ass, eyed the tight pucker of her ass. “I think I’d
like to take you there sooner or later,” he whispered. “Would you
like that?”

“
I…” She groaned, shook her
head. “Ah, yes. Yes, I want that.”

Somewhere, she knew she was
afraid, but it was distant, comfortably hazed by wine, by lust, by
need.

Drake kept nudging her
along, bit by bit, keeping her off balance and not letting her mind
settle.

She wiggled her hips against
him, hunger, a hollow, empty ache inside her.

“
Please,” she whimpered,
although she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

He stopped.

She cried out.

He had her turn around and
she wobbled, her legs weak, her heart racing. He caught her hands
and lifted them to his belt buckle. Then he waited. Letting her
decide. She fumbled a bit as she freed him, unsure what he was
going to do, unsure what she’d be able to do. She’d already done
more than she’d thought she could.

Kent
—

One hand tangled in her
hair. “Stop.” His voice was hard and flat and he tugged on her hair
until she had no choice but to look at him.

“
What?”

“
You’re thinking. No
thinking, not right now.” He wound her hair around his fist and
then looked down. “I want to see you go down on me.”

She caught her breath and
then nodded.

But when she would have gone
to her knees, he caught her, guided her to the edge of the coffee
table. “Cross your legs for me. I want to see you sitting there
like a little lady, squirming when you get hot for me again. Yeah,
that’s it. Perfect,” he muttered, reaching down to wrap one hand
around himself. Then, still gripped her hair with his hand, he
guided her mouth to his cock. “Open for me… That’s
good…”

She
shuddered at the taste of him, swirled her tongue around the
rounded blunt head. This…now,
this
was relatively easy. She sucked him deep, taking
him until the head bumped the back of her throat, reveling in the
way his hand tightened in her hair, in the way his big body
shuddered.

He reached up with his other
hand, cupping her cheek. He eased back, then surged forward. The
sheer dominance, the sheer carnality of it had her quaking, all but
dying with need.

“
Look at me,” he
rasped.

She rolled her eyes upward,
staring at him as best she could.

“
You like this?”

She gave a small, awkward
nod and then groaned as he pushed himself back inside.

She had always loved
this—loved the feeling of power she got from sucking Kyle off. And
apparently Drake enjoyed it just as much—he was moving faster,
surging just a little deeper. She winced and he slowed.

“
Too deep,” he muttered.
“Sorry.”

He fisted one hand around
himself, marking her limit. Then he started to move against her,
rocking against her mouth and guiding her head as well. “Damn,
you’re good at that—I love your mouth, love fucking it like this. I
can see why you’ll make a perfect fuck toy with that mouth,
baby.”

Heat gathered between her
legs, threatened to explode. Ignite. She clenched them together,
unaware that she was starting to squirm, just as Drake had
mentioned.

She tried to ignore the
heat, focusing on him, sucking him harder, faster. She took him
deeper—