Dangerously Bound (31 page)

Finally they slowed down, until it was simply one soft kiss after another. A press
of lips, a slow delicious glide of tongues. Finally he held her head to his chest.
His heart was a hammering beat against her cheek. Everything about the moment was
exactly what she needed.

They lay together while the rain fell outside—she could hear the soft patter against
the leaves in her garden. Could almost feel the rain and the clouds like a soft blanket
holding them in the city’s arms. And knew, finally, she was home.

*   *   *

T
HEY’D HAD A
glorious week together—or almost. Mick had been called away for work on Thursday
night. It was Saturday night and Allie couldn’t wait to see him. But the anticipation
of seeing him again wasn’t the only cause of the butterflies in her stomach, the breathlessness
that was making her dizzy as she knelt on the floor at the foot of the big four-poster
bed behind her.

He had told her he’d arrive at The Bastille at nine o’clock, and she knew it must
be nearly nine. She glanced around the Victorian-themed room, where he’d instructed
her to wait for
him—the damask wallpaper, the carved furnishings, then down at the ornate red-and-gold
Persian rug. She knew she’d done exactly as he’d asked—dressed in the ivory silk waist-cincher
corset that had arrived at her house that morning, and nothing else. But in her hand
she held the one surprise she had for him.

Her fingers stroked over the leather, and she inhaled, taking in the earthy scent.

If only he would hurry. But it was Mick, and she knew he wouldn’t.

She closed her eyes and took in a slow breath, exhaled the way she’d been taught,
trying to center herself. And had barely managed to get her pounding heart to calm
when she heard the door open.

Mick.

“Good girl.”

Ah, the words that always made her melt, and he knew it. She felt her body yielding,
her mind following. Her heart was already there.

She looked up and smiled at him as he drew her to her feet. He was so handsome in
his dark jeans, his black shirt rolled up at the cuffs, revealing the strong muscles
of his forearms. Then those arms were around her, and she was being crushed against
the hard planes of his chest as his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her hard, bit
her lip, drew it out between his teeth before letting it go to bury his head in her
neck. He kissed the tender skin, bit her there, letting his teeth sink in just until
she gasped.

He pulled back, smiling at her. “I missed you, baby girl.”

“I missed you.”

He stroked her hair. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“Yes. I’m ready.”

“I can tell you’re sinking down already, Allie. I hear it in your voice. I see it
in your eyes. In the flush of your pretty skin.”

“Yes, Mick.”

He ran his hands over her arms. “Hey. What have we here?” he asked as he found the
leather blindfold.

“It’s my gift to you.”

His brows drew together, emotion in his intense gray gaze. “Allie, are you certain
you want this?”

“I trust you, Mick. I needed to show you. This was the only way I could think of.”

“Baby, you know we don’t renegotiate once we’re in scene, once you’re subspaced.”

“I bought this the other day, a few hours after you left. I made the decision then.
I love you so much. And I can’t really love you without the trust, can I? I have to
believe we’re working together on whatever our future will become. I have to believe
in you. And because I do, I don’t have anything to be afraid of, do I?”

“Not from me. I promise you that. Never again.”

“I know it. So please, Mick. Cover my eyes and let tonight be a mystery of sensation
for me. I want to let go of this last boundary. With you. Only with you.”

He stroked a hand along her jaw, his gaze holding hers. “My baby.”

“Yes,” she said softly, her heart filled with love.

He led her to the high bed and sat her on the edge of it while he went to get his
rope bag that she’d brought with her. Her body was softening all over, waiting for
the night to begin. To feel the embrace of the ropes.
His
ropes.

Mick.

He laid the different lengths of well-washed jute on the bed in their bundles while
she waited, then he turned to her. He leaned in and kissed her eyes closed, then he
slipped the leather over them and tied the blindfold at the back of her head. There
was no panic for her—only a sensation of lightness, then focus as she became aware
of her individual senses. She smelled the citrusy scent of the soap he used, took
in the distant beat of the trance music playing in the club somewhere, the quiet cadence
of his breathing. Felt the soft cotton sheets on the bed beneath her thighs. The corset
tight around her waist, forcing her to sit up straighter, to breathe into the upper
portion of her lungs. And her body was responding in some unexpected way—her nipples
going hard, her sex damp.

No panic. Only utter trust and exquisite desire.

She gasped softly as Mick kissed her shoulders, her bare breasts, before she felt
the mattress give as he got onto the bed behind her.

He drew her arms behind her, crossed behind the small of her back, and the first loop
of rope slid around her wrists. With her eyes covered she felt the silky slip and
pull of the rope even more keenly. Felt Mick’s command more acutely. Knew in a new
way that she was his.

He pulled the rope through her arms, binding them together from wrist to elbow. And
with each moment her body let loose a little more, sank into the giving of herself
to his command.

When her arms were secure, he slid more rope beneath her breasts, making a chest harness,
binding her breasts, the rope winding over and under and ending in a series of knots
between them. She felt the bed shifting as he got off it, then his hand gripping the
rope between her breasts. All at once his knuckles dug into her flesh as he pulled
her to her feet.

“Oh!”

But she was melting, loving being handled this way, his hands rough on her. He yanked
her in close to his body, his knuckles biting into her flesh. The pain released a
lovely rush of endorphins, and even though she was already in subspace, she was
aware of her head growing lighter in a way she never had been before. The blindfold
made it all the more intense. Lovely.

“You good, baby girl? Tell me,” he demanded.

“Yes. So good, Mick.”

“Excellent.”

He pulled hard on the chest harness again, and she stumbled, but he caught her. He
did it again, and again, his knuckles digging in hard as she lost her footing, as
he righted her against his solid frame. And she came to realize distantly that it
was all working to gain her trust even more—the way he caught her each time. She knew
he would never let her fall. She smiled to herself.

A small chuckle from him. “This making you happy, my girl?”

“Yes, Mick.”

“Very good. Hold still for me now.”

Leaving one hand on her body, she felt a cooling of the air as he leaned away from
her. Then the soft kiss of the rope being swept over her shoulders and between her
thighs.

She moaned softly, went soaking wet.

He slid the ropes over the lips of her sex, and she groaned aloud. He pulled the rope
tight as he wound it through her chest harness, making it press tight against the
hard nub of her clit, and she gasped. And went dizzy when he picked her up and laid
her on her back on the bed.

“Spread,” he commanded, and she obeyed.

She heard a buzz . . . and before she could even grasp what he was doing, he touched
a vibrator to the rope between her breasts. The buzz reverberated, seeming to spread
all over her body, to shiver in the rope between her thighs.

It felt so good, was so unexpected, she tried to draw her thighs closed, but he forced
them apart with one hand.

“Just take it, baby girl. Take it and hang on to it until I say you can come.”

She bit her lip as he turned up the speed on the vibrator.

“You look so damn gorgeous like this,” Mick said, his voice heavy with desire. “I’m
so hard for you, my baby. And I can see how wet you are. You know I love that.”

He reached down and swiped at her sex, pressed the swollen lips together around the
doubled length of rope between them, making the vibration even more intense.

“Oh!”

“Not yet,” he ordered her.

She had to fight hard not to squirm. Not to come. But she would do it. For him.

Mick.

“I’m going to tie the vibrator to you now.”

“Oh, God.”

“Shh. Quiet.”

She was struggling not to writhe on the bed as he did exactly as he’d said—used a
length of rope around her hips to anchor the shivering vibe to her body. Pleasure
sang through every nerve.

“Be still. I’m right here.”

He lost contact with her for several moments, then she felt him press the vibrator
harder against the ropes.

“Come, baby girl. Now!”

Her body let loose, her climax crashing down on her, a wave of pure pleasure so strong
it made her scream. And even as her throat grew sore with her screams, the ropes between
her thighs were cut away and she was impaled by Mick’s thick shaft.

She started coming all over again as he sank into her, as he bit into the soft skin
of her neck.

“Oh! Oh . . .”

He pulled her blindfold away, and she blinked as she came, pleasure spiraling, a fever
that wouldn’t stop burning through her.

“Baby,” Mick muttered, his face above her a torn mask of desire. “I need you. You’re
mine. Mine, baby girl.”

He kept his gaze on hers as he came, his eyes glittering, a bottomless silver pool.
And when they were both done, their bodies stilled, he kept watching her, gazes locked,
the towering heights of desire calming into something more solid. Into the steady
beat of their hearts. The steady beat of the love between them.

“Love you, my baby.”

“Love you, Mick.”

And it was true—the only truth that mattered.

The past was behind them, finally. Exactly as it should be. All that mattered was
right now. The way they felt about each other. And the future they would share.

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FROM EDEN BRADLEY

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Coming in 2015 from Berkley Books