Daring Time (19 page)

His dark head dipped. Her entire body trembled in anguish when he licked her inner thigh, just a few scant inches from her sex. She sensed him stiffen. He looked up at her, his lips still parted. Something in the wild intensity of his eyes told her he'd found her essence on her thighs.

And that he liked what he'd tasted.

His hands slid beneath her again. He palmed her bottom and pushed her up at the same time his face lowered to her sex.

Hope jerked in the restraints. She cried out in mixed shock and pleasure as Ryan covered her outer sex with his mouth, applying suction like he had on her nipples. But the most scandalous and wonderful thing was his tongue. He worked it between her labia and rubbed and flicked and probed until her flesh sizzled unbearably.

"No ... you shouldn't. .. ah, God . . . dear Lord,
don't. . .
don't stop," she beseeched. Her buttocks flexed hard in his hands as she writhed in the restraints. The pleasure was so forbidden, so sharp it was nearly untenable. She closed her eyes and wailed as climax crashed into her, battering her relentlessly in its fierce tide.

Hope's eyes blinked open a moment later. She whimpered and trembled when she realized Ryan's face was still buried between her thighs, now even more intimately than before. He'd pushed her legs even wider and tilted back her hips. He held her with her feet dangling up in the air while he drank from her sex like she was a fleshy bowl.

Hope clenched her teeth and forced herself to look away; the vision of Ryan's mouth on her was so powerful. He plunged his tongue into her slit again and again, pausing to suckle her juices every few seconds, opening his lips to strongly mouth her sensitive sex lips and the throbbing flesh they covered. Any lingering embarrassment on her part was melted away by the evidence of his hunger.

His intensity left her spellbound.

She moaned and twisted in the restraints as he built the pressure inside her once again, but he shifted his hands to her hips and held her firmly against his marauding mouth.

Hope felt a drop of sweat roll between her breasts and down her heaving belly. Her face and teeth clenched tight at the rising tension.

"Ryan," she whispered, his prisoner at that moment... a hostage to her own desire.

He opened his eyes and looked into her face even as his mouth continued to work her ruthlessly. One hand held her in place while the other rose and parted her swollen, damp labia. Hope's desperation swelled when he waggled his tongue between the juicy lips as he continued to pin her with his fierce stare.

She cried out mindlessly as she came, her body shaking uncontrollably. He refused to grant her mercy, stabbing, licking, rubbing and sucking until every last shiver of pleasure had been squeezed, suckled and coaxed out of her.

"You have the sweetest pussy in existence."

Hope heard the deep, rough voice as if a thick pillow had been placed over both of her ears. Her eyes opened sluggishly when she felt Ryan's lips on hers, molding and plucking at them insistently with his own. He spread her juices on her lips. The tip of her tongue touched his and then swept along his lower lip, tasting her desire for the first time in her life.

He groaned deep in his throat. He held himself off her with his arms. Hope saw that he'd shoved his pants and underwear down to his thighs. She felt the hard, warm knob of his cock nudge at her wet slit.

"Just for a moment... I need to feel you. I can't stop myself."

She gasped as he flexed his hips. He looked into her eyes as he slid further inside her.

"Happy dagger"
he whispered. That small, special smile tilted his lips, as though he was both amused at himself for his show of sentimentality and dead earnest at once.

Tears filled her eyes as her burning, clamping flesh stretched at his welcome invasion.

"This is thy sheath,"
Hope quoted back to him from
Romeo and Juliet,
her heart in her eyes as she stared up at him. How strange that the bard, who lived and loved in a world so different from both her own and Ryan's, should be a common bond between them.

Even stranger that such a big, masculine man apparently treasured Shakespeare as she did.

He pushed, watching her face for a reaction, working his penis into her tight channel with gentle determination. They both gasped when he pressed into her to the hilt. She sensed the slight tremor in his flesh, the evidence of his intense, raw need making her eyes burn even more.

"There let me die,"
he finally replied.

They both seemed to hold their breath as he thrust in and out of her for several strokes, making Hope's eyes roll back in her head as he rubbed and agitated deep, secret flesh.

"I could forget the world existed buried inside you." Hope's eyelids sprang open when he withdrew from her. She felt a shudder go through him at the action.

"Ahhh .. . no,
please
don't," she begged. It felt like her soul had been cleaved a little when he separated his flesh from her own.

She watched in rising confusion as he moved away from her, his movements restrained and tense, as though he were in pain. He stood at the side of the bed. When he turned toward her in profile she saw that his cock hung heavy and fully erect between his strong, naked thighs, her own juices making it glisten magnificently. His color had grown ruddy and the surface veins swelled turgidly. He puzzled her further by pulling up his pants. He had to stretch his underwear forward considerably to capture the length of his swollen penis. She saw him glance almost surreptitiously out the window seeing, as Hope had, the discouraging sight of black iron bars blocking the view.

Why had he deprived himself of his own pleasure? The fact that he hadn't shared in her bliss made her ache in a way she'd never before experienced.

"Ryan? Are you in pain from the fight?"

His strained smile and uplifted eyebrows informed her he'd somehow found her question darkly amusing. "Not from the fight, no. I'm all right. I thought you wanted to learn about some of the things men and women do in a place like this."

Her eyes popped open in amazement. "What we were just doing were not some of those things?"

Hope loved the sound of the deep rumble of his laughter. "No, those apply. I just thought you might like to discover more."

He picked up a riding crop from the bedside table. She lifted her head and saw the other items lying there.

"It'll be all right, Hope," he soothed when he saw her eyes go wide in anxiety. "I would never harm you. Never. Some people like to use these things to cause pain, but that's not what we're going to do. I'm going to use them to heighten your pleasure ... to set your nerves on fire. Do you trust me to do that?"

Hope looked up into his earnest gaze.

"Will it arouse you to do this? Will it. . . bring you pleasure as well?" she asked hesitantly. He couldn't know it, but what she was really asking was whether or not it would bring that blazing hot intensity into his singular eyes that putting his mouth on her most private flesh had.

She saw his expression tighten. The flash of fire in his eyes supplied her answer even before he spoke.

"Oh yeah."

"All right then," she whispered. "I want to bring you pleasure more than anything, Ryan."

She saw his throat flex convulsively before he stepped toward her naked, bound body.

THIRTEEN

Ryan's cock lurched in stark arousal when Hope told him she wanted to pleasure him more than anything. There really couldn't be a sweeter, sexier woman on the planet anywhere ... at any time. It'd nearly killed him to withdraw from her a moment ago. If given a choice, Ryan thought he might have endured another one of Mario's dead-on punches rather than suffer leaving Hope's clinging, warm little pussy before he filled her with his seed.

He studied her face as he lifted the riding crop toward her body. The crop was the genuine article, of course, not something manufactured exclusively for bedroom sport.

Her eyes looked enormous with anxiety and rising excitement as he lowered the two-by-two-inch leather slapper and ran the surface over her abdomen. The image of the weathered, supple leather running over the pale harbor of her silky smooth belly was potently erotic. He slid the popper along the sides of her ribs and heaving breasts, all the while watching her reaction.

He could tell by her shallow, rapid breathing and the deepening color of her cheeks, lips and nipples she was excited.

"I'm going to slap your skin now, beauty. Not to hurt you. It'll make you tingle and burn."

She'd been tightly focused on the progress of the popper as it trailed across her body, but she met his eyes when he spoke. She , merely nodded.

He smiled at her obvious courage and lifted the crop. She gasped softly when he slapped her belly and ribs several times, pinkening the white skin. His cock throbbed every time the leather made a popping sound against her taut flesh. When he heard her moan in mounting excitement he paused and quieted her fiery nerve endings by sliding the leather across her rosy skin.

"That's a girl," he soothed. Her lips parted as she panted in rising excitement, the vision making Ryan want nothing more than to sink his tongue between the lush red ring . ..

followed by his cock. The thought aroused him so much his body shuddered slightly with restrained lust.

His thick arousal was suddenly pierced by the sound of a muted knock against the wall.

Damn. He'd managed to forget about Jack, for a few precious moments. Hope's beauty and responsiveness held him captive . .. made him forget everything but her.

His gaze flew to her face but she didn't appear to have noticed the thumping sound. Ryan gritted his teeth, guessing Jack's subtle message. He'd already noticed the flash of the camera going off while her eyes had been closed in ecstasy and her juices ran so sweetly down his throat, and then again when she'd briefly closed her eyes as he sank his cock into her pussy.

Now Jack wanted another shot, Ryan realized bitterly.

He slid the leather slapper along the sides of Hope's torso, already knowing how sensitive she was there. He lightly caressed the sides of her breasts. She whimpered softly.

"I want you to do two things, honey," he explained. "I want you to spread your thighs. No

. .. keep them wide," he demanded when she initially followed his instructions and then closed her legs several inches, as though she'd been programmed for modesty— which she had been, of course. She followed his order, nonetheless, spreading her thighs wider, allowing him to see her pink, glistening, fleshy flower. He looked into her strained face and knew how difficult it was for her.

"That's right. You're so beautiful. That pleases me so much, to be able to see you. Now .

.. close your eyes ... and just feel," he ordered as he slid the popper over the curving flesh of her breast.

Hope immediately shut her eyes. She moaned and pulled against her restraints, as though trying to get more of the sensation of the leather stroking her breast. The evidence of her intensely carnal nature left Ryan stunned and immensely gratified. When she became so insistent that she closed her legs partially as she strained up, Ryan lifted the whippy crop and gently slapped her breast, garnering her attention.

"Keep your thighs spread wide, beauty," he chastened.

He landed several well-aimed swats on her breasts, thoroughly enjoying the slight jiggle in her firm flesh and the visible tightening of her nipples. He was so caught up in the eroticism of the moment he almost didn't notice the flash of the camera.

Almost.

He forced his anger to the periphery, knowing he couldn't allow that volatile emotion to control him here any more than he could in the boxing ring. There was a gun pointed at this head, after all.

And he'd much rather focus on pleasuring Hope, anyway.

She whimpered and writhed as he popped her firm breasts with the crop again and again, turning them a lovely shade of pink. She managed to keep her thighs spread the entire time. He watched her face, fascinated at how arousal tightened and transformed her lovely features until she literally emanated desire.

"Ryan,"
she murmured through trembling lips when he popped her left breast very near the center, carefully avoiding her stiff, pointed nipple. "I—I don't think I can do this anymore. You must... you must..."

"Make you come?" he suggested softly as he slapped the tender side of her breast.

"Yes ... please." She scrunched her eyes shut and groaned through gritting teeth. Her hips shifted wildly on the bed. Ryan could see how rigid her thigh muscles were as she forced them to remain spread while desire tightened her body. The pubic hairs around her swollen lips were drenched with her juices as were her inner thighs. He'd never seen a more arousing sight in his life. Such a strong stab of lust went through him that his balls tightened uncomfortably.

"I'll see what I can do about that," Ryan promised at the same time he gently popped first one pouting nipple and then the other, back and forth rapidly. Hope cried out, her back curving off the bed. The second he saw her flesh ripple in orgasm, he added a third taut slap to his rhythm, this one on her wet, spread pussy.

His pops continued, rapid and taut—nipple, nipple, cunt, nipple, nipple, cunt.

Hope screamed, her body shuddering in orgasm. He continued slapping her, his pace quickening as she convulsed in mindless pleasure. Ryan was hardly aware that he'd torn open the fly of his pants and shoved his hand into his boxer briefs. He stroked his cock madly as he played Hope's sweet, sensitive body with the crop like a maestro striking the finale on the keys of his instrument. When her screams segued to whimpers and cries as her climax slowed, he focused solely on her pussy, slapping her juicy tissues with firm, fast little vibrating strokes until she screamed full throttle all over again.

Moments later he tossed the crop on the table, careless as to where it landed, and put one knee on the bed. He leaned down, palmed her jaw and ravaged her mouth with barely restrained lust. Potent, sweet, addicting woman, he thought dizzily as he pillaged her depths and she whimpered into his mouth. By the time he lifted his head they both gasped for air—she, straining to recover after her orgasm and he, desperately trying to rein in his splintering control.