Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (25 page)

Tania blushed furiously.
Then, shifting her body, she reached for his free hand and guided
it inside her coat. “You can still think about it,” she whispered,
watching as his eyes widened, then narrowed.

He palmed her breast,
squeezing her nipple hard just the way she liked, watching as she
gasped. Against her ear, he muttered, “Evil little
bitch…”

She laughed.

As he pulled his hand back,
they looked at the display in front. “What do you like?” he
asked.

She wrinkled her nose. She
didn’t like shopping for this sort of thing with an audience, that
was for sure. But she saw the brand of pocket rocket she’d always
enjoyed and she pulled it down. He took it from her. “Anything
else?”

She blushed. “What exactly
am I looking for?”

“
What you like,” he said
patiently.

Tania shrugged. “Why don’t
you surprise me?”

“
You should be careful
saying that in a place like this.” He grinned at her. Reaching out,
he tapped one phallus-shaped object that was eighteen inches. “That
sucker would surprise anybody, I bet.”

“
Yeah, anybody that isn’t a
horse. And eeewww…no thanks.”

He reached for another one,
a more realistic, narrow six-and-half-inch plug with a flared base.
She cocked a brow at him as he tucked it under his arm. He smiled
and leaned in, murmured, “I told you I’ve been thinking about
fucking your ass. It’s been a while for you. It seems that we might
want to work up to it. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”

Her knees went weak. Her
belly clenched. She swallowed and looked up at him. Drake brushed
her hair back from her face, tipped her chin back with his index
finger. “You on board with that?”

“
With you? Oh, yeah.” She
laughed shakily. “With you, I’m on board for just about
anything.”

He kissed her gently and she
sighed as her heart turned over in her chest. He could make her
feel like he’d just laid roses at her feet, and here she was in the
middle of a sex shop. As he pulled away, she hummed under her
breath and licked her lips. Spying the lubricant she’d always
preferred, she grabbed it. Then she paused as she saw something
else.

The restraints were simple,
the sort that hooked together rather than locked. Black, basic. The
woman wearing them had the typical porn-star look on her face.
Tania ignored that, focusing on the restraints. With a shaking
hand, she reached out and grabbed them blindly. Whether she was up
to using them yet or not, she didn’t know.

But her mind wasn’t shutting
down in black, blind terror, either.

So it was an
improvement.

“
Tawny?”

She gave him what was
probably an over-bright, desperate grin. “Let’s go,” she said,
grabbing his arm and all but dragging him out of there.

Tania groaned as she looked
up from her bent position.

Drake’s dresser was placed
directly across from his bed, and from here, she could see herself.
Still wearing her red leather coat, still neatly tied at her waist.
Drake stood behind her, his hands on her hips, his eyes narrowed
and intent on her face.

“
You like to watch?” he
asked.

She licked her lips, unable
to look away. Yes. She did. But she didn’t answer.

And when
he reached down, fisted his hand in her hair and used it to pull
her upright, it made her insides clench—that was
exactly
why she didn’t
answer. She loved it when he did that. And judging by the faint way
his mouth quirked up in a smile before he stopped, he knew it too.
He knew how damn hot that made her.

“
Look at yourself,” Drake
snarled in her ear, his voice low and harsh, just this side of
cruel. He jerked at the tie on her coat, tore it open. His stubbled
cheek scraped against hers as he muttered, “See? You see yourself?
Hot, dirty little bitch. Damn it, it makes my dick hurt just to
look at you.”

She could
feel him, feel how hard he was. And the look in his eyes—it wasn’t
just lust. It was something else. Even as he reached down and
plunged two fingers into her sex, hard and fast, almost brutal,
there was a tenderness in his eyes—hell, he made her feel
needed
…
wanted…

“
You want this?” he
asked.

“
No.”

“
Liar. Bend
over.”

She resisted a little and
Drake met her eyes. “Tawny?”

She smirked at him and
shoved her butt backward. “Fucking pervert,” she
muttered.

His hand spread flat against
her belly. His lips brushed over her shoulder, just once…lightly.
Then he forced her over the bed. Her coat slid down a little,
trapping her arms. Tania swallowed and closed her eyes.

Then, as Drake pushed the
coat upward, baring her butt, she forgot. He swatted her once. “I
like your ass, bitch. Nice and tight, but still soft…a woman’s
ass.”

She
squirmed as he plunged his fingers into her pussy, screwing them
in, then out. Jerking against the coat, she struggled against it.
It was
almost
enough—pinning her, but not quite…

Drake
reached up, caught the coat, drawing it away. “
No
…” she whispered.

“
Tania?”

She gasped and twisted
against him, lifting her hand and flexing it, uncertain how to ask
for what she wanted, afraid to even ask for fear it would push her
back.

But he knew.

Gently, Drake eased her body
lower, then caught both of her wrists in one hand. She bit her lip,
panted as he pinned them at the base of her spine. Then, as he
started to finger-fuck her again, she sobbed out his
name.

He worked her to just this
side of climax—and stopped.

“
Right there,” he muttered.
“We stop right there.”

She groaned as he let her
hands go and pulled away. Shoving up right, she glared at him over
her shoulder, only to cry out as he brought the flat of his hand
down on her ass. “Back down,” he ordered.

Immediately, she lowered
herself back down, her heart racing, her sex throbbing.

Less than a minute later, he
returned and she saw what he had in the reflection. The roll of
duct tape made her frown. “I want you using those fingers on your
hot little pussy—can’t do that if you have your hands cuffed,” he
said, giving her a cocky smile. But there was something else in his
voice. She swallowed, uncertain if she was ready to be fully
restrained anyway. When he caught her left hand and guided it back
to the small of her back, she tensed.

Drake immediately started to
talk. “I’m going to slide that dildo in your back door in a few
minutes, Tawny, you know that? It’s going to turn your pussy into a
tight fist and I can’t wait. I want you to think about that, think
about how tight you’ll be…”

She whimpered, so focused on
his voice, she barely blinked as he taped one wrist against the
small of her back, effectively restraining her. She could pull free
if she needed to, but just the sensation…

“
Tell me you don’t want it,”
he said as he guided her back down, easing her torso down until her
shoulders touched the bed.

“
I don’t.”

He turned the pocket rocket
on and put it in her free hand. “Tell me you’ll fight me, that you
don’t want this…”

“
I don’t want it…” She
gasped it out as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Then,
as he pressed lube-slicked fingers against her anus, she whimpered.
“I don’t want it. Please don’t make me…”

“
You don’t want it, but
you’re so fucking hot, so wet, and look at how you open for me when
I push this inside,” he muttered. “Hot little slut, look at you.
That’s it…take it. I’m going to push it all the way in, all the way
in your hot, tight little hole.”

And that’s what he did, one
slow, teasing inch after the other. She was panting and sobbing
when he was done. “You still want me to think you don’t want it?”
he growled as he came up behind her. “Look in the
mirror.”

She lifted her head, aided
by his hand fisted in her hair.

“
Tell me what you see,” he
panted as he pressed the head of his cock against the swollen mouth
of her pussy.

“
Me,” she panted.

“
And are you hot? Are you
ripe for fucking?”

“
No.” As he started to push
inside, she closed her thighs, tried to pull away. “Don’t do this
to me, Drake. No…”

He jerked her back, still
using such infinite care as he fed her one slow inch—

She cried out, shaking with
need.

“
Don’t do it?” He spanked
her.

“
No.” She clenched her legs
tighter, shuddered as he continued his slow, forceful possession.
“Please, Drake…don’t make me do this. Oh….” She rolled her hips
against him, unable to stop herself. Not enough, though—still not
enough.

“
Don’t do it? Why? Am I not
fucking you right?” He caught one breast, tweaked her
nipple.

She
groaned and pushed back, needing more. Needing more of him, needing
it harder…faster. Then, taking a deep breath, she lifted her head
and glared at him. “Do it
harder
—”

Drake growled, one hand
squeezing her rump. “You sure about that, Tawny?”

“
You always ask your fuck
toys what they want? Make me take it, damn you.”

He swore and slammed into
her.

She cried out and arched her
back, jerking against his hands, against the tape that restrained
her wrist. He did it again and she shuddered, writhed, clenching
down with her internal muscles, fighting his invasion.

“
That’s it,” Drake muttered.
“Oh, hell, Tawny, that feels so good…keep it tight.”

She sobbed out his name,
thrashed her head and jerked against his hands, losing
herself.

He hauled her back against
him, muttered to her, “Mine, damn it. You’re mine right now, sweet
little bitch. Say it.”

Tania gasped for air, barely
able to breathe.

He brought the flat of his
hand down on her ass and snarled, “Say it.”

“
I’m yours, Drake. Yours—oh,
please…”

“
Please what? Please
stop?”

“
No.” She gripped him harder
with her pussy, milked him. “Please don’t…please don’t
stop…”

Behind her, he shuddered. He
drilled into her harder, pressed his thumb against the base of the
toy nestled snug in her ass. And then, just as the heat in her
belly rose, as it started to consume her, she heard him say
something…

“
Fuck, I love
you…”

Twenty minutes later, he lay
curled around her, his eyes closed, his arm around her
waist.

She wasn’t
asleep.

Neither was he.

Was she acting like she
hadn’t heard?

Drake didn’t
know.

He didn’t know where to go
from here—he hadn’t meant to say it like that. Not yet. He knew she
had feelings for him and he was even starting to maybe hope she
could fall in love with him.

“
You’re thinking too loud,”
Tania said on a sigh. She rolled over and stared at him, her eyes
dark and sleepy, a somber smile curling her lips.

He reached up, traced that
smile with his fingertip. “I’m worried I freaked you
out.”

She shook her head. “You
didn’t. I…well, I’m not sure how I feel yet. But I’m not freaked
out. Actually…” The somber smile changed, took on a sweet, almost
delighted look, and she eased in, pressed her lips to his. “The
longer I think about it, the more it makes me want to giggle and
laugh. I haven’t been prone to giggles for a long, long time…so
that’s probably a really good sign. I just…need more
time.”

Combing a hand through her
hair, he kissed her brow. “I’m good with that.”

Then he pulled her
close.

She hadn’t taken off
running.

That was all he’d hoped
for.

But more…she seemed happy
about it.

That was even better,
right?

Chapter Seven

“
Do you think you can love
two wonderful men in one lifetime?”

The question had been
lurking in the back of her mind for almost a month, but she hadn’t
meant to ask it just then.

Glancing up, she blushed as
she found her best friend Becky gaping at her.

“
Are you seeing somebody?”
Becky demanded.

She winched.
“Yeah.”

“
You tramp. I’m your best
friend. Why haven’t I heard about this?” Becky asked.

Tania rubbed the bridge of
her nose. “Um. We’ve both been busy?”

“
Hello!
Best friends. We’re never
that
busy
.” Becky pouted for a minute. Then she
leaned in and jabbed Tania with her elbow. “Okay. Give.
Who
?”