Her Only Desire (19 page)

“But you wanted to. That’s okay.” Hands clamped the notches of her hips, lifting her.

Her hands went to his forearms to balance herself. Her heart leapt, because she hoped now he’d give her the release she craved.

His beard rasping against her shoulder, Boone let her fall, and at the same time he pushed upward.

His cock was deeper, spreading her folds. Not as deep as she craved, but pleasant.

“Spread wider, Tilly.”

“I’m not a gymnast,” she muttered, but she leaned a little forward and forced her thighs wider.

With nothing to hold on to now, she relied on his strong grip balancing her, controlling her movements up and down. She sank blissfully deeper than before, her pussy growing juicier, coating Boone’s dick, and making lush, wet sounds. Greedy now, she wanted more—more of his thick, long cock, a bite of pleasure to push her over the edge. She toggled her nipples, slid a finger into the tops of her folds. He might be enjoying it, but he was moving so slowly she knew he wasn’t going to allow her to peak any time soon.

He dropped her one last time, then wound his arms around her belly. “Am I boring you?”

Because there was a hint of laughter in his voice, she didn’t worry about any hurt feelings. She eased her fingers from her clit. “I’m not bored,” she said, unable to mask the petulance in her voice, “but I am frustrated.”

“Are you questioning my prowess?”

She turned slightly, eyeing his expression. Secretly thrilled he was teasing her—even if she was teetering on the edge and annoyed he’d stopped her cold once more. “Am I allowed to question?”

His face tautened, his brows lowered. “If your master doesn’t please you, you have every right to let him know.”

Master.
A word that in any other context would have had her back stiffening in rejection, but here…with him…she could imagine bowing at his feet or leaping to serve or service him. A crook of his finger, when she was this tightly wound, could make her crawl. And her body tightened even more. She nibbled her lip. “Is this some sort of punishment, Boone?”

The edges of his jaw and cheeks hardened. “Do you deserve punishment, Tilly?”

With a slow movement, she nodded, knowing she’d reminded him of everything she’d wanted him to forget while they were together like this. More than anything, she wanted the world and all their worries to recede, for at least as long as it might take for them to find pleasure in each other’s arms.

“Well, this isn’t punishment,” he said, his voice even. “I actually intend to pleasure you. Because we both need it. And after what you told me about your previous lovers—”

Her body tensed. “I wouldn’t exactly call them that. They were hookups. I know that makes me sound really cheap, but until I bought my first vibrator, I thought I needed them.”

A finger pressed against her lips. “I wanted you aroused, but also frustrated.”

With her mouth, she pushed his finger away. “And that’s not punishment?”

Two fingers pinched her lips together.

Relief that he could let go of that little flare of anger again to tease her, and so quickly, kept her still.

“Shush. I wanted you pliable.”

She couldn’t help it; she bristled at the word. Wasn’t she already? Hadn’t she done everything he’d ever asked of her? She waited until he released her, then couldn’t resist asking, “Why’s that?”

His chest tightened against her back. Hands glided over her belly to the undersides of her breasts. “Because I’m going to introduce you to another form of penetration.”

At that one word, a picture flashed into her mind. Tilly swallowed, shock widening her eyes, but liquid oozed from inside her. A slick of heat that quickened as her pussy clenched around him. She cupped the backs of his hands and gave them a squeeze. “Oh,” she said in a small voice. “If what I’m thinking is what you’re going to do, can I say I think it’s really, really nasty?”

His cheek rubbed the side of hers, the bristles of his beard chafing deliciously. “Do we need to institute the rules again?”

“Only if you want to,” she muttered.

“Do you
need
them, sweetheart?”

With her pussy clamping hard, and her nipples tingling, she couldn’t suppress the quiver that shook her body at the sexy rumble of his voice. “I think I might,” she whispered.

“Then no more speaking—unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned away from her, removing his delicious heat. She heard the silky slide of fabric and then he straightened.

A purple scarf entered her vision. “Close your eyes.”

He was blindfolding her. Intrigued, she complied, waiting patiently while he tied it around her head.

“Can you see anything?”

“No, sir,” she said, her breaths shortening as she grew more excited. Without sight, his voice and hands would be her only anchor. She felt as though she’d relinquished power, placed her trust more fully in his hands, which was silly because she knew all she had to do was reach up and shift the scarf to take a peek. Something her curiosity wouldn’t allow, not now. What was he up to?

“Good. Now, I want you on your hands and knees again, your ass raised for me. Do it now.”

Although she cringed inside, at the evenness of his voice and for her modesty’s sake, she leaned forward, bending at the waist. She caught her fall with her hands and crawled off his cock and lap. She halted in what she hoped was the middle of the bed and held still.

The mattress dipped and rose. His footsteps padded away, not far. To the bedside table. A drawer slid open. Something rattled, and then he was back, his weight once again shifting the mattress. A warm hand landed on her bottom. Fingers spread her cheeks. Although she tightened her ass in rejection, her pussy moistened. Good Lord, she hoped he’d be quick about whatever he was going to do, because once again, he’d embarrassed her.

Something cold touched her back entrance and she sucked in a breath.

“Just lubricant, sweetheart. And this is only an introduction, so don’t worry I’ll go farther than you’re comfortable with.”

Only because she was following rules did she resist a nervous quip. There wasn’t any part of this forbidden act that was
comfortable
.

A firm finger rubbed the gel around and around her sensitive orifice. Oddly sensual, given she’d never understood the appeal. But something inside her told her Boone did. And she trusted he knew better after scores and scores of size twos. So she held silent and still, allowing herself to relax enough to enjoy the soft circling motions.

Fingers prodded her pussy. Two slid inside, twisting as they sank.

Her breath left in a whoosh. As his fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, she relaxed, her inhalations slowing, her chest expanding. Ripples of pleasure teased along her inner channel.

Until a fingertip pressed against her anus, and she couldn’t help that her muscles contracted, trying to prevent his entry.

“You have to keep breathing, Tilly. Take a couple deep ones. Relax.”

Breathe? Relax? Was he fucking kidding? But all she said was, “Yes, sir.” Dragging deeper breaths through her pursed lips, she willed the tiny muscles to ease.

The thick digit entered her. Not very far, but the intrusion caused her body to shudder and her pussy to clamp tightly around his plunging fingers. Pleasure and unease blended, shredding her breaths, and soon, she didn’t care which feeling eclipsed, because her stinging breasts swayed beneath her as her body moved forward and back, distracting her, and soon she was pushing backward, silently begging to be filled. She dropped her chest to the comforter and rubbed the exposed tips against the cool cotton for relief.

The finger in her ass pulled out, then sank again, twisting inside, this time deeper, causing her tissues to burn, but not in an unpleasant way. Startling. Perhaps even delicious, if she weren’t so embarrassed.

His finger plunged and held. The ones curled into her pussy withdrew. Then the fat head of his cock pressed against her entrance and slowly slid inside.

Tilly gave a desperate groan. Everything clamped down—the mouth of her vagina, her tiny asshole. She pressed her face against the bedding, loving everything he was doing, but so shy she didn’t know how she’d ever look him in the eyes again.

“Up on your arms, baby.”

Her body stilled and she shook her head.

Finger and cock withdrew.

And she knew, her refusal had consequences because they were still playing. Something she’d forgotten while she’d been so engrossed in the turmoil swirling inside her.

Disappointed in herself, she lowered her bottom and curled on her side to face him. When the weight on the mattress shifted, lightening, she worried that she’d displeased him even more than she realized. And why had she refused him? Something so simple. The fact her arms were shaking was hardly excuse enough. But she’d wanted to resist something, anything after she’d allowed him the dirtiest of intimacies, just to demonstrate a little free will and hold on to her pride.

Blindfolded and lying nude in the center of a sumptuous bed, waiting for a billionaire player wasn’t something she’d ever prepared for. The fact she’d done her best to remain unimpressed with the trappings Boone brought had been a major feat, although she really hadn’t had to try that hard. Since the beginning, he’d purposefully kept her on shaky ground. Too off-kilter to regroup.

Which was exactly where she was now, only the feeling was amplified by the fact she couldn’t see him.

She followed sounds as he moved around the bedroom. The opening of a door, but not his bedroom door. The bathroom perhaps? Drawers slid open then closed.

“I’m a patient man,” Boone said.

His voice was close and she jerked because she hadn’t realized he’d returned. Had he come on tiptoe deliberately? The thought almost made her smile. Almost, but then she thought about what he’d said.

Was he out of patience? What might the consequences be? He’d been firm about the fact he wasn’t letting her go, but would he care less? Would his desire for her diminish if she didn’t give him exactly what he wanted?

Part of her hated how much that thought disturbed her, because it meant she really was falling hard for this man, and she couldn’t protect herself from the hurt that would surely come when their affair ended. Already, the thought pressed against her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A hand smoothed over her shoulder and down her arm. A finger gently rubbed a swollen nipple. Small caresses, but enough—her thoughts stopped whirling.

“I think,” Boone said softly, “and you’re free to disagree, that you defy me for the express purpose of earning punishment.”

Good Lord, was she that transparent? She shook her head, defiance once again swelling inside her. “That wasn’t what I was thinking at all.”

“Really? Then what did go through your mind?”

She sniffed. “That my arms were shaking.”

“And that’s all?”

Tilly didn’t want to go
there
, but she sensed Boone wouldn’t let her shy away from the truth. She turned her head, pressing her cheek into the mattress, wishing he didn’t have a full view of her expression. “After what you did…what I’d allowed you to do, I wanted…”

“To take back a little control?”

Lord, she hated the fact he knew her better than she did. “Yes,” she said in a small voice.

His hand glided up, stopping to cup her cheek. “Tilly, I don’t want you to act against your nature or your instincts, ever. But will you agree, that sometimes, you don’t act in your own best interests? That you make things harder on yourself?”

Was he thinking about the box or her refusal? She didn’t know how to answer. Inside, she felt as shaky as her arms had. “I think…right now, I’m deserving of punishment.”

He chuckled. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know how, sir.”

“I’ll show you the answer you’re seeking, sweet little sub. Trust me a little longer?”

She nodded. But only because he was using the voice again. The way he’d said
sweet little sub
in his dark, rumbling voice felt like a caress. Impossible to resist.

“Since your arms are so weakened,” he said, his tone wry, “I want you draped over the edge of the mattress, feet on the floor, your ass pointed toward me.”

Did he have a thing for asses? What about her pussy? The part of her that was swollen and wet and aching to be filled? But she didn’t dare hesitate for more than a second, because she was done with introspection and needful of what she knew he would give her in the end. She just had to be strong enough to let him mold her however he wanted, and he’d reward her. So she slid backward toward the edge of the mattress, and then lay facedown, her hips bent over the edge, her ass pointing toward him, her toes touching the floor.

“Since you’re so feeble, I’m using something to hold your legs spread. I don’t want you exerting yourself.”

“My legs are fine,” she blurted, suddenly breathless because the humor in his voice held a bite. He was planning something, preparing to surprise her—no doubt, to push her further than he already had. She drew a deep breath and waited.

“This isn’t for you, Tilly. It’s something I want. Will you tell me no?”

She bit her lip, but then shook her head. She’d do whatever he asked, and not just for the reward at the end, but to prove to him she was no wilting lily. “No, sir.”

“That’s better.” Then he was behind her. A hand patted her rump, then smoothed down her inner thigh. Something was wrapped around her thigh, just above her knee. A band? She heard the metallic clink of a buckle as it tightened. He moved to her other thigh and fastened another band. Pushing apart her legs, he attached something else. Only when he moved away and she tried to close her legs did she understand its purpose. Her legs were held spread apart. Impossible for her to close. Now she lay, clutching the sheets, her feet completely off the ground and her most intimate bits vulnerable.

This time, there was no embarrassment warming her cheeks. Excitement heightened the tension in her body.

“Can’t have you sliding off the bed when those weak hands let go of the sheets.”