Chapter One (21 page)

and she groaned, the little hum making his balls dance in He’d been so close to shooting his load in her mouth, down her agony. He couldn’t help it. He released his hold and drove in throat, wanting to watch her throat move as she swallowed deeper, feeding her inch by inch of his dick. She took it all.

every drop of his come. It made his balls ache just thinking Watching his cock disappear between her lips was like selling about how good it would have been.

his soul to the devil herself.

God, he wanted to come in her mouth.

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But not yet, and not this time.

urgency enveloping them both. When she raised her hips and She was going to come first. She was going to undulated against him, he knew what she wanted.

surrender.

To fuck. Fucking would put them at least close to equal Body and soul. He wanted it all.

ground.

“You’ve tasted me, now I need to taste you.” He pulled But that wasn’t his plan. Regretfully, he pulled his lips his cock out of her mouth, wincing as it made a popping sound.

from hers and seared a path down the column of her throat, She didn’t want to give it up, damn greedy little thing. He liked dipping his tongue in the hollow there before moving lower, that she held on so tight, that she enjoyed sucking him.

making a slow trek down her body.

He bent over her and brushed the top of her head with Like an explorer, he wanted to leave nothing

his mouth, taking a deep breath. Her hair smelled like summer untouched. Every part of her was an adventure. Now that he rain. Moving down, he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, had her trussed up so she couldn’t escape, he planned to learn lingering there when she opened her eyes and regarded him every inch of her body. What she liked, what she didn’t like.

warily.

What turned her on, what didn’t, what curled her toes and what He kissed the top of her nose, the corner of each of her made her scream.

lips. Her slightly pointed chin, then hovered over her mouth, Oh he was definitely going to enjoy making her scream breathing in her breath, absorbing her, watching her expression in pleasure. He was going to earn her trust, because she was change to one of anticipation.

giving him a lot letting him tie her up like this. And he didn’t

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his lips so close to take it lightly.

hers they were almost touching.

Blair was going to have the time of her life.

Almost, but not quite. He wanted her to say it, needed She was going to learn all about the fun of surrender.

her to say it.

“Kiss me,” she finally whispered.

He did, capturing her mouth under his and taking possession, holding back the urge to ravage her. Instead, he stroked her mouth gently, sweeping his lips across hers, nipping her bottom lip and nudging it open to slide his tongue inside.

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He bent to her neck again, pressing soft kisses to her throat. So tender and sweet it made tears well in her eyes.

She didn’t like Rand sweet. She liked him cantankerous and argumentative. Not like this, catering to her body and making her want to wrap her arms around him and beg him to put his dick inside her.

She was feeling needy.

And Rand fed her needs, moving from her neck to her Blair gasped, her whole body tightening as Rand licked breasts, gathering the globes in his hands. She lifted her head to a trail down her neck. His breath was hot against her ear, his watch him snake his tongue across one nipple, then the other, whispered words evoking darkness and midnight, not late the cool air left behind making them stand up and beg for his afternoon.

attention.

“How does it feel to be tied up, knowing I can do Oh, she wanted that attention. Her nipples ached for his whatever I want to you, and you can’t move?”

mouth. She wanted to beg for it, but wouldn’t, refused to give She shivered, biting back the retort hovering on the tip voice to her needs. She arched against him, the shock from the of her tongue. What she wanted to do was demand he let her heat of his mouth searing her as he covered one nipple, go, to get dressed, run outside and reconnect the wires to her gathering it between his teeth.

Mercedes and skedaddle out of there. She didn’t like this game The sensation was incredible. She cried out as he anymore, because she no longer held the advantage.

flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucked, then nibbled with But then she’d lose the bet.

his teeth. God almighty, what was he doing to her? She felt And she hated to lose. She didn’t lose.

everything he did to her all the way to her clit, the quivering,

“You’re shaking, baby. Are you cold?”

building pressure inciting her to lift upward, to feed him her He’d awakened her body to a blistering fever. She breast. She felt consumed, as if he knew every inch of her.

wasn’t cold.

He devoured her, and she wanted more.

She was scared shitless because she liked this. Too And he gave, moving to her other breast, licking, much.

nibbling, flattening her nipple between his tongue and the roof He raised his head and looked at her.

of his mouth as if he were trying to swallow her.

“No, I’m fine.”

She wanted him to. It was like she couldn’t give him

“Fine, huh?” He grinned. “I don’t want you fine. Let’s enough of herself.

see what we can do about that.”

He moved downward, across her ribcage, dipping his tongue in the hollow of her navel, flicking at the jewel there.

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“Oh, this is so fucking sexy,” he drawled as he flicked And she wanted to be untied so she could writhe all the crystals dangling at her belly button.

over him, grab his head between her hands and plant her lips He looked up at her, his face bathed in the sunlight on his, grip his cock and force it inside her. She lifted her hips, streaming into the room. His hair fell over his forehead, thick undulating against his questing mouth.

and wavy, his eyes like a dark ocean, glittering with his desires,

“Easy, baby,” he said, licking along the inside of her heating her from her toes up to her head.

thigh. “I know what you want.”

He smoothed his hand over the flat planes of her belly,

“Then give it to me.” Her voice was raspy, her breath and her muscles jerked in response. He was so close to her sex catching on every word. She didn’t even sound like herself. It her clit was quivering, every muscle tensing in anticipation. At was hot, sexy, even to her own ears.

this moment she couldn’t care less who was in charge, she

“Oh I like when you beg for it. How bad do you want it, simply rejoiced in being a woman.

Blair?”

His woman.

She nibbled her lower lip, not wanting to give him the At least for this weekend. She wouldn’t, couldn’t think satisfaction of asking him to do what she knew he was going to beyond that, beyond the pleasure of his hands on her body, the do anyway. Eventually. Soon. He was. He had to. By God, way he awoke every nerve ending in ways she’d never he’d better.

experienced. She wouldn’t bemoan what she’d missed by

“Please, Rand.”

keeping this man at bay all these years.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

She wouldn’t.

The first touch of his tongue against her sex was a hot She’d just relish this moment in time, infuse her blast, like pressing her pussy up against a wet furnace. When memory banks with every precious second of his hands he moved it upward, then back down again, she let out a long skimming her hips, his tongue dipping into her navel and moan. And she didn’t care anymore. Inhibitions flew out the teased the crystal jewels there, the way he teased her flesh and window as she opened her legs as wide as they would go, coaxed every nerve ending into burning awareness.

giving him access to her cunt.

Before moving down, between her legs, licking her

“Lick me,” she pleaded. “Yes, like that.”

inner thighs and pressing soft kisses there.

Rand had a masterful tongue and knew just what to do She might just die if he didn’t put his tongue on her clit, with it. When she thought of all the men she’d had to give if he didn’t suck her, lick her, put his fingers inside her, directions to, she let her head fall back on the pillow and anything to make her come. Right now. She was melting all cursed her years of misfortune.

over his sheets, wet and anxious and ready as hell for him.

She threw up the white flag, surrendered, and knew
Come on, Rand. Lick me. Suck my clit. Fuck me with
right then she was lost. Never again would a man make her feel
your fingers. She wanted this so bad she couldn’t stand it.

this good, would a man know her body the way Rand did.

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Without instructions, without frustration, he lapped around her her. Screams tore from her throat, her limbs shook as she clit like a driver who knew exactly where the finish line was.

struggled against the cuffs and ropes binding her, her moisture She bucked against his mouth, driving her pussy into spilling in warm rivulets down her ass as she came and came in his face, racing to a climax she couldn’t hold back. God, she torrents that never seemed to end.

didn’t want to hold it back. It was nearing and she wanted it, The tiny shocks reverberated through her, finally craved it, wanted Rand to give it to her.

lessening enough that she fell back against the mattress, replete But he moved away from her clit, slowed the pace, and exhausted but utterly exhilarated.

veered off course. Her head shot off the pillow and she gaped She was spent but energized, her pussy turning over in down to find him looking up at her with a knowing grin on his delightful little spasms around Rand’s fingers. She lifted her face.

head and looked down at him, his face wet. He sat up, finally She was about to call him a no good, tormenting removing his fingers and crawling up beside her on the bed.

bastard, but he slid two fingers into her cunt.

“Taste,” he said, lifting his fingers to her mouth.

“Oh, my God.”

She’d never done that before, but when he placed his

“Fuck, baby, you’re like melted butter inside,” he said.

fingers against her lips, she let him slide them inside, tasting

“So goddamn hot and tight. I can’t wait to get my dick in you.”

her own cream. The scent was musky, the taste salty and honey She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the movements of sweet. He pulled his fingers away and kissed her, his face his fingers, from the way he was watching her.

covered with her.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, He slanted a half smile at her. “Soon. My dick is hard, tasting her own unique flavor on a man’s lips. And yet not at Blair. I need to fuck you. But first I want you to come for me. I all unpleasant. It made her tingle all over, her cunt tightening want to suck the come from your pussy, feel you squeeze my with renewed arousal. His tongue invaded, sliding against hers fingers.” He pulled back, then thrust his fingers inside her in a warm, velvet twist that tangled her belly in knots. She again. “Come on, baby. Come for me and let me watch.”

squirmed against the cuffs, wanting to reach out and take hold She stared, transfixed as he planted his mouth over her of him, to grab his cock and guide him into her waiting pussy.

clit and sucked, fucking her pussy with his fingers. Delirious Why wasn’t he fucking her? She arched against him, sensations built, then tightened, spiraling uncontrollably ever thrusting her tongue against his, giving him every signal in the downward.

book save for coming right out and demanding. Yet he Panting, she held on as long as she could, then released, continued his slow, deliberate assault with his mouth, grasping letting her climax flow through her. Rand lapped along her clit her head between his hands and massaging her scalp while he as she came, his fingers stilling as she bucked against him and kissed her.

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He was doing this on purpose. She was on fire with He moved against her again. “You’re wet because you need and he’d reverted to simple foreplay. Kissing and like this.”

touching and she wanted fucking. The man was maddening!

“Do not.” She felt childish saying it, but couldn’t help When he finally broke the kiss and looked at her, she herself. She was at a serious disadvantage here and was forced sucked in a breath at the intensity in his dark eyes. Such raw to resort to whatever tactics she could think of. Which wasn’t need and hunger reflected there. For her? About her? She’d much. She was sorely lacking in battle implements.

never seen a man look at her that way.

“You want my cock in you?”

Though she tried to turn her head to the side, her held
Yes
! She shrugged. “I’d like to get on with this.”

her firmly between his strong hands. “Don’t look away. Look He laughed and bent his head down to her breasts, at me. See how much I want you.”

tickling her neck with his hair. She inhaled, absorbing the crisp His cock surged between her legs, teasing her sensitized scent of him, trying not to sigh in utter delight. He did crazy flesh. With one perfect stroke he could be inside her. Instead, things to her senses.

he tormented, but the only thing he penetrated her with was his And when he moved his way down her body again, she eyes, as if he could see inside her, knew what she was thinking.