PleasureBound (5 page)

Chapter Five

True to his word, Adam didn’t try to touch her as she knelt
at his feet to cuff and tie his ankles to the front legs of the chair. It
hardly mattered though, as he continued to use his mouth to mind-blowing
effect.

As well as being a skilled lover, Adam was also an
articulate and eloquent speaker, and he put his oratory skills to good use
describing, in explicit, X-rated detail, all the dirty delights he’d be
subjecting Sam to right then, if she hadn’t been so busy tying him up. By the
time she’d finished with her girl-guide knots, his words, and the images they
conjured in her mind, had her so weak-kneed she could barely stumble back to
her feet.

Sam was aware that, so far, things were not going quite as
she’d planned. It seemed that for every inch Adam gave, he was determined to
take back several miles. She was also aware, however, as she doubted he was
just at that point, that she now had full advantage of the situation. And she
intended to use it.

Leaving Adam to his salacious commentary, she retreated to
the closet, smiling at his suddenly silent frown when she emerged again with a
long silk scarf in her hands.

“I said no blindfold.” Adam’s muscles bunched as he tested
his bonds.

“Oh, this isn’t for your eyes,” Sam assured him as she
sauntered closer, taking the time to knot the scarf several times in the
center. Rounding the chair, she drew to a stop behind Adam’s head and leaned
close to whisper in his ear. “This is for that filthy mouth of yours.”

He opened said mouth to protest, as she knew he would, and
Sam was fast enough to get the makeshift gag between his teeth, the thick knot
pressing against his tongue to restrict his speech. Tying it quickly, Sam
backed away, letting the worst of his outrage pass. For someone who couldn’t
speak, Adam was managing to be pretty vocal, and the glittering looks he
flashed her way promised terrible retribution.

Sam felt a split-second’s hesitation but pushed it aside,
figuring that if Adam considered she’d already gone too far and was going to
make her pay the price, she may as well get her money’s worth while she could.

Letting her gaze roam over that big body that was now hers
to do with as she would, Sam forget her doubts. Her only problem was trying to
decide where to start. Adam’s frenzy had left him hot and hard all over and Sam
felt thoroughly spoilt for choice.

Paying no heed to his narrow assassin’s glare, she padded
her way back toward her captive. Positioning herself between his thighs, she
grasped the carved finials of the chair back rising behind each shoulder and
bent forward to put her mouth on his skin. He tasted delicious, all salt and
heat and antagonized male, and as she licked along the hollow of his collarbone
to the muscular curve of his shoulder, she could feel the fine vibrations running
like an undercurrent through every fiber of his being. He was so wired she half
expected to feel the jolt of an electric shock pass between them.

Determined take her time and enjoy every moment of Adam’s
rare and precious gift, Sam kept the pace slow, using her lips and teeth and
tongue to savor every inch of his upper torso. Her fingers tingled with the
need to feel him, to test and tease all that forcibly leashed power. Beyond
using them once to grip his hair and angle his head back so she could give her
full oral attention to his neck and throat, however, she managed to keep her
hands to herself.

For a while, Adam played the perfect prisoner, giving
himself up to the pleasure of her leisurely exploration, moaning when she
sucked on his earlobe and gasping when she transferred that same caress to his
nipples. But when the pace didn’t quicken as he’d like, he began to misbehave
again, disrupting the flow enough that she had to call another halt to
proceedings and use up quite a bit of the excess rope to secure his thighs and
put a stop to his sneaky maneuverings to trap her between them.

The picture he made thus bound—powerful legs held wide by
the black silk rope, his flushed, swollen genitals exposed and
vulnerable—brought a groan from one set of Sam’s lips and a drizzle of warm
moisture from the other.

“God, Adam.” Slipping the fingers of one hand beneath her
negligee and between her legs, Sam stroked through her folds before holding the
glistening digits up to Adam. “See what the sight of you all tied up does to
me?”

The simmer in Adam’s eyes flashed to the boil and the flesh
around his bonds turned white as he strained toward her. From behind his gag
came a stream of vehement mutterings—unintelligible, yet unmistakable in their
meaning.

“Not yet.” She smiled and reached down to run her fingers
over the swollen head of his cock, smearing her juices with the drop of
pre-come forming there to coat the sensitive skin with natural lubricant.
Adam’s erection pulsed and rose higher to stand rigid against his stomach, his
hips rocked forward as he sought more pressure from the light, circling glide,
but Sam pulled back, denying him. “The more you interrupt me, the longer this
is going to take.”

Raising her wet fingers to her mouth, Sam sucked them slowly
between her lips, relishing the taste of their combined need while Adam’s gaze
tracked every movement. Pulling her fingers free, she leaned down close and
flicked her tongue over his top lip. “Now, stop fighting and let me have my
way,” she whispered.

Of course, he had no choice at all in the matter. Picking up
right where she’d left off, Sam continued explore Adam at will, losing track of
time as the long, breathless minutes ran together. Covering every inch of his
torso, she used her tongue to bring her earlier steam-room fantasy to life,
used her teeth to scrape and nip and trap tender flesh, used her lips to soothe
away the sting of her sharp little love bites.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” she told him, making her way down
his body. Kneeling between his legs, she pressed butterfly kisses to his
pelvis, licked along the ultra-sensitive creases where thighs met groin, and
blew whisper-light breaths onto the weeping head of his cock. “I don’t think
I’ve ever seen you so big, so ready.” Sam looked from his erection up into his
face. “Do you think you’d fit in my mouth?” she teased, letting her parted lips
hover close over the flushed, shiny glans.

Adam’s nostrils flared as his breathing quickened and he
tilted his pelvis toward her.

“How far down do you think I could take you?” Sam asked,
pulling back a fraction to avoid contact, thrilling at the rush of power it
gave her to have total control. “All the way?” She let the tip of her tongue
peep out to wet her bottom lip. “Would that feel good, Adam, if I opened wide
and took every last bit of you in and let you come in the back of my throat?”

To judge by his reaction—jaw clenching as he bit into his
gag, every muscle sharpening into high definition as he pitted his strength
against his bonds, hips straining forward as far as the rope would allow—it was
obvious the answer was yes.

Sam looked into blue eyes turned dark with desire and shook
her head. “As much as I’d like it too, I’m afraid things would be over way too
soon. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Smiling at his warning growl of frustration, his tremors of
agitation, Sam lowered her head again, and, careful to keep contact with his
erection at a minimum, sucked first at the fragile skin stretched over his
testes and then stroked her tongue along the smooth bridge of his perineum,
making his thighs and buttocks clench in involuntary spasms. On and on her
sensual journey of discovery went, stoking the fire of Adam’s passion, teasing
but never satisfying, winding him tighter and tighter until even the light
brush of her hair falling across his skin had him shuddering and hissing around
his gag.

It was a heady pleasure to wield so much power, to have her
usually dominant lover rendered helpless, unable to do anything but accept the
gentle, merciless torture she dished out. And dish it out she did, until Adam’s
hoarse moans seemed torn from deep within his chest and his head started to
shake from side to side as though he couldn’t take any more.

But Sam kept him balanced on a knife’s edge and made him do
just that—take more, and more, and more, until his body shivered and shook
under a fine sheen of sweat and desperation.

By which stage, it had to be said, she wasn’t in a much
better state herself. Without Adam’s deft touch to help ease the burning,
building pressure, she had to stop now and again to use her hands on
herself—every pinch of her tingling nipples or rub of her pulsating clit
providing a voyeuristic treat for her captive that inflamed him all the more.

Only once his body was dripping in perspiration did Sam
decide it was time to bring them both some relief.

Standing, she circled around behind the chair and placed a
hand on each of Adam’s shoulders. The heat coming off his skin nearly scorched
her palms as she slid them down over the damp ridges of his chest and stomach and
along the top of each thigh. Reversing the direction, Sam let her hands dip
down to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and scored her nails all the way
back up to his groin. Lightening the pressure, she ran the sharp tips over his
balls and up the shaft of his cock in a tickling caress.

When at last she wrapped one of her hands around the base of
his rock-hard erection and used the other to cup the taut, full sac beneath,
Adam let out a low, guttural moan. When she squeezed, feeling the heavy beat of
his pulse there, his head fell back against her shoulder and his eyes rolled
up.

“You’ve been so good,” she murmured into his ear, treating
his cock to a firm pull from root to tip that had his head snapping back up and
his eyes popping wide. “So patient that I think I’m going to climb on and ride
you now. Long and slow.”

It took all of Sam’s remaining discipline to keep from
throwing herself right on him and begin thrashing about like a rodeo rider
shouting
Yeeha!
Instead, she straddled his wide-spread lap and, using a
guiding hand, slowly lowered herself onto the solid heat of his straining cock.

“Oh god, Adam,” she panted, grasping his shoulders for
balance and gazing into his eyes as he stretched and filled her, the feel of
him bigger and harder than ever before. “Don’t move.” Gasping, she sank all the
way down onto him in a slow, slick glide, not stopping until she felt the head
of his cock nudge at her cervix and the heat of his balls nestle up against her
buttocks. Quivering, she rotated her hips before rising all the way back up
again, leaving only the very tip of his glans breaching her entrance. Then she
pushed back down again. Under her negligee, her nipples stood in hard little
peaks, rubbed to exquisite tenderness by every brush of the fabric her
movements caused.

Adam strained every muscle to remain still while Sam set her
pace, rising and falling in long, measured movements, determined to draw out
the pleasure and make the moment last. But he filled her so completely—the
flared head of his cock stroking all the right places—and the hot tang of musk
rising up between their bodies mingling with the spicy scent of his skin and
the smell of leather on hot, bound flesh was so erotic that all too soon she
was balanced on the edge of control.

Shifting one hand to grasp his thigh, Sam leaned back and
used the other to tuck up the hem of her negligee to expose where their bodies
joined. Adam groaned at the sight, his chest heaving and eyes blazing as they
both watched Sam’s fingers slip into her spread pink folds and find the swollen
bud of her clitoris.

“I need you to move now,” she told him. “I need you to fuck
me so I can come.”

The last words had barely passed her lips before Adam
exploded into action, pumping his pelvis in short, sharp thrusts. One circling
caress of her fingers, two, three—and as Adam’s cock drilled hot and fast into
her, Sam sobbed and was over.

She heard Adam shout behind his gag as her body began to
convulse with waves of pleasure, her inner muscles contracting, squeezing so
tightly around his engorged length that he had to fight to keep his rhythm,
grunting as he bucked and jerked beneath her.

Then with his fierce blue gaze flying up to lock with hers,
Adam’s breath caught and he shuddered, the tendons in his neck straining and
the skin across his chest flushing deep crimson as he followed her over and
came apart deep inside her body.

Feeling the moist heat of his release fill her, Sam
collapsed against Adam’s chest, burying her face in the sweaty crook of his
neck as they both fought to slow their breathing. When the frantic tick of his
pulse against her cheek began to subside, she roused herself, reaching up
floppy-feeling arms to remove the gag.

As her numb fingers fiddled to loosen the scarf knotted in
the sweat-soaked tangle of his hair, a surge of emotion welled up inside Sam.
Adam had gone against everything he was to give her what she’d wanted, and it
had turned out to be so much more than she expected. Blinking back the moisture
in her eyes, she leaned in to convey her gratitude with a tender kiss the
moment the scarf fell free.

Chapter Six

It took until his lips parted beneath Sam’s gentle ones for
Adam to change the mood of the kiss into something else entirely.

“Ouch!” She jerked back from the sharp nip of his teeth
against her lower lip giving him an uncertain look. Through his exhaustion, he
was astounded to feel his still stiff cock begin to harden further again inside
her, felt a dangerous red haze of pressure building inside himself.

“Untie me, Sam,” he rasped. “Now.”

If the tone itself hadn’t been enough to get her moving, the
look in his eyes had Sam scrambling off his lap and setting to work without
delay. Thankfully, she started with the rope securing his wrists so that, once
freed, he could help with the rest of the restraints.

And help he did. Before the last piece of rope hit the
floor, Adam was out of the chair and upon her, bulldozing her backward across
the room until her calves collided with the side of the bed and he toppled her
back onto it.

Driven by base instinct, he paused only to clamp a hand
around each of her thighs and pull her toward him, spreading her legs wide
before ramming his come-coated cock back into her in one movement. She was
wet—so wet and slippery with the mess of both their releases that he slid in
like a hot knife through butter, right up to the hilt. Over his own animalistic
grunt of triumph, he heard Sam’s surprised squeal turn into a cry of ecstasy.

Reaching for her, he had the negligee off over her head with
a couple of tugs and dropped his mouth to her newly exposed breasts to ravish
her peaked nipples with tongue and teeth. With rough hands and fast, pounding
hips, he set about reclaiming his mastery, taking what he wanted in the most
primal fashion, incapable of sparing a thought for flair or finesse through the
mist of need hazing his mind.

Seemingly ignited by his wild passion, an answering frenzy
blazed to life in Sam. She bared her teeth as her hips started to meet his
thrust for thrust, and spurred him on with little growls as she dug her nails
into his flesh. Adam, however, was back in charge, and in no mood to share.

Rearing away from her, he withdrew his dripping cock and
flipped Sam over onto her front before slamming back into her from behind, his
pace accelerating back to fast and furious as he closed a hand around the back
of her neck and held her down, pinning her for his use.

After a moment of trying to fight against him, he felt Sam’s
muscles loosen as she gave herself up to the onslaught with a broken groan.
Clutching handfuls of the bedspread, she held on for the ride, keening at the
relentless friction of Adam’s thrusts and the hot, hard rake of his cock
plowing into her again and again and again.

“Please,” she begged, beginning to squirm with her need for
her release. “Adam, please.”

He should make her wait for it, some ruthless part of him
growled. He should tease and taunt and give her a taste of her own cruel
medicine. But the sweet sound of her pleas was like petrol thrown onto a
bonfire, sending the flames of his own need roaring even hotter and higher. He
felt himself engulfed, fuelled, seared. Like a man possessed, he pumped harder,
faster, unable to slow, unable to stop—he could only drive on and hope he’d
reach the point of purging himself before he got to the point of hurting Sam.

The bed dipped beneath him as he shifted onto it, planting
his knees on the mattress between Sam’s legs. He leaned low and tunneled his
hands beneath her torso, feeling the leather and steel of his cuffs scrape
against her sweat-damp skin. In one smooth movement he reared back onto his
knees, pulling Sam up with him.

He could feel his heart pounding against her spine as he
plastered her against his chest, the beat keeping furious time with the cock
still driving into her hot, tight cunt. He felt Sam’s equally hammering pulse
as he clasped one hand around the base of her throat to hold her arched against
him while the other speared straight into the wet folds between her thighs.

“Come for me, then,” he ordered, finding her clitoris and pressing
down on it. “You come now, Samantha.”

And she exploded in his arms. Held captive in his grip, she
writhed on the pounding length of his cock and cried out his name over and over
again as the white light of his orgasm began to pulse through him. With a final
surge he thrust home and held, roaring her name against her ear as he came,
pouring himself harder and deeper than ever.

With a shattered groan, Adam held onto Sam and collapsed
them in a heap on the bed, twisting to the side as they hit the mattress so
that she wasn’t crushed beneath him. As soon as the mist in his head started to
clear, sanity returned and with it came a plummeting feeling of fear and guilt.

“Shit, Sam,” he panted, raising his head to peer over her
shoulder. He grabbed her chin and turned it toward him to get a good look at
her face. “Are you all right?”

She managed a weak nod and the ghost of a smile, looking
flushed and dazed but somehow still in one piece, thank god.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, letting his head fall back to the mattress
and locking his arms tight around her while they lay spent, puffing and blowing
like marathon runners. “I don’t know what happened.”

“’S fine.” Sam tried to assure him with a weak little pat on
his arm. But Adam knew it wasn’t fine at all. He’d been so preoccupied with the
idea of giving up control he’d never considered the possibility of losing it.
But that’s what he’d done—for the first time in his life he’d lost control,
big-time. How he’d avoided giving Sam or himself a fucking heart attack in the
process, he’d never know. Stunned, all he could do was lay there offering up
thanks and gratitude that they’d both seemed to survive while he set about
rebuilding his inner fortifications.

A short while later, when Sam’s breathing slowed and his
softened cock slipped at last from her sleep-lax body, Adam managed to stir
himself long enough to remove the cuffs from his wrists and ankles. Shifting a
grumbling Sam so he could turn down the covers beneath her, he climbed back
onto the bed and settled their cooling bodies between crisp linen sheets.
Pulling Sam tight against him once more and holding her as if he’d never let
go, he pressed a kiss of apology behind her ear and slid down into oblivion.

The protesting twinge deep in her groin brought Sam to full
consciousness halfway through a stretch. She froze with a mental “ouch!”,
keeping her eyes closed as memories of last night came flooding back,
highlighting the cause of her discomfort and setting her nerve endings
tingling.

Oh boy. What a night it had turned out to be—indulgent,
intense, extraordinary. So much better than her kinkiest fantasy. Sure, she’d
ended up getting a whole lot more than she’d bargained for in the end, but she
wasn’t stupid. She knew that if you dared to taunt a tiger, you’d best be
prepared to accept the consequences.

And Adam had been magnificent, going from reluctant captive
to something unrestrained and ferocious, his usual iron control in tatters, all
thanks to her. Knowing she held the power to both tame him and drive him wild
was enough to leave Sam giddy, and perfectly happy to risk pulling his tail
again, any time.

Rolling over to check that Adam had survived his ordeal, she
opened her eyes to discover the space beside her rumpled but empty. She sat
up—the movement eliciting a little groan as it pulled at tender flesh—and
peered toward the en-suite bathroom expecting to hear sounds of activity coming
from within. What she wasn’t expecting was to find a damp-looking Adam leaning
back against the chest of drawers opposite, regarding her.

“Hey.” She smiled, brushing her tangled hair out of her eyes
so she could better admire the sight of him, already dressed in his swimming
trunks. “Is it late?”

“About ten,” he said, without moving and without returning
the smile. “How are you feeling?”

The too-careful tone of his voice made Sam peer more closely
at him. “Great,” she replied, registering the clenched fists, the pinched lips
and the general air of tension surrounding him. Oh boy, he wasn’t happy. Had he
hated last night that much? “Um, how are you feeling?”

Adam expelled a harsh breath through his nose. “Like the
worst kind of bully. A total shit for abusing you the way I did.”

Sam felt her jaw drop in utter shock. “Abusing me?” she
asked, her sleep-heavy brain trying to lurch up to speed. “What are you talking
about?”

“Don’t mess with me on this, Sam, it’s serious.” Adam shoved
a hand through his damp hair, his blue eyes grave as they bore into hers.
“There’s no way I didn’t hurt you.”

“What? Of course you didn’t hurt me!” She began pushing the
covers away so she could get out of bed. “Adam, that’s craz—” The sentence cut
off as her over-eager actions caused her to wince. Before she could catch her
breath and resume, Adam jumped into the silence.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said in a hard tone. “Look at you.
It’s obvious you’re in pain.”

Sam chose to look at him instead, seeing a confusion of
anger and remorse and fear in his expression. “Are you serious?” She edged
toward the side of the bed with greater care. “I’m a bit tender, but we both
know that’s not the first time you’ve left me in such a state.” She tried
lightening the mood with a knowing little smile. “We’ve had rough sex before
and it’s never been a problem.”

“I’ve never been out of control before,” he countered. “I’ve
always, always, been aware of crossing the line and going too far. I had no
such awareness last night, Sam. No safety net, no stop button.”

He looked so wretched making that admission, so unlike the
confident, capable man she knew, that Sam was on her feet before she knew it,
pulled naked toward him by her heartstrings. “Maybe that’s because you didn’t
need a stop button, Adam. I’m certain I don’t remember calling for a halt.” She
drew up close in front of him, surprised to catch the smell of chlorine
clinging to his skin. “Have you been swimming already?”

Looking down into her face, his troubled gaze flicking back
and forth between her eyes, Adam nodded. “I needed to try to work off some of
this—” He paused as though casting around for a word. “Anger.”

Sam felt her stomach plummet with dismay. She really had
pushed him too far. “Are you angry with me? For what I asked you to do?”

Adam didn’t hesitate. “I’m angry with myself for losing my
head and hurting you.”

Sam let out a frustrated sigh. “I already told you, you didn’t
hurt me. And for what it’s worth, I don’t believe you ever would. As for losing
your head, well if you want to be angry about that, then you should be blaming
me. You reacted the way you did as a direct result of a situation I created.
I’m the one you should be holding responsible, not yourself.”

Though Adam appeared to be listening, Sam could see that her
words were having little effect. Those beautiful blue eyes, usually so clear
and sharp, were shadowed with uncertainty, something she’d never seen there
before. She couldn’t bear to think she’d been the cause of that.

Eager to fix things, she reached to take his hands. That’s
when she noticed the thin red lines banding each of his wrists. “My god, Adam.”
She raised his arms and inspected the welts, distressed even more by the sight
of the injuries and knowing she’d been responsible. “You bloody hypocrite!
Going on about me when you’re the one who’s hurt.”

Adam looked down at his wrists and shrugged to dismiss the
wounds. “That’s different. I gave myself a few scratches pulling and fighting
against the cuffs. It’s nothing.” He removed his hands from hers and placed
them lightly on her shoulders, drawing her in to lay a quick kiss on her
forehead. “Breakfast is on its way up. Get ready for a quiet day by the pool
while I go and hunt down Aliz and cancel the trek booked for this afternoon.
After yesterday the last thing you’ll need is to endure a long, uncomfortable
camel ride and a night in the desert.”

“We’re spending the night in the desert?” Sam grabbed at the
hard bulge of his biceps as he made to turn toward the door. Excitement bubbled
up inside her. “Really?”

Adam settled that guarded look back on her. “I wanted to
surprise you. I don’t think it’s such a good idea now.”

“Are you kidding? It sounds amazing,” Sam all but squealed.
“Don’t you even dare think about cancelling!”

“Sam—”

“Adam, honestly,” she interrupted. “I. Am. Fine. Just some
stiff thigh muscles, that’s all.” And a slightly bruised cervix by the feel of
it, but he didn’t need to know that right now—he was a big man, it wasn’t an
uncommon consequence of their love life. “Nothing that a hot bath won’t loosen
up.”

He narrowed his eyes, his expression doubtful. Realizing he
was about to get stubborn, Sam changed tack, looking up at him through her
lashes. “If a soak doesn’t help, you can kiss them better for me tonight, I
promise,” she teased, thrilled to see a spark of interest flare and chase some
of those shadows from his blue gaze.

“Better yet,” she continued, encouraged, “you could kiss them
now, just to be on the safe side.” Sliding her hand down his arm, she threaded
her fingers between his and tugged gently as she started backing toward the
bathroom. “Come and take that bath with me.”

But apparently Adam was even more shaken up than he looked.
“No,” he said, remaining rooted to the spot and disentangling his fingers from
hers. “It’s better if I don’t touch you at the moment.”

Sam felt as if she’d been punched in the chest, the
rejection devastating. “Adam?” She reached for him again only to have him step
back to avoid the contact.

“Just leave it, Sam, please,” he snapped before closing his
eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “I won’t—I can’t—” The muscle in his cheek
worked as the rest of whatever he was trying to say seemed to stick in the back
of his mouth. After a moment he spun away toward the door. “You win. Go and
have your bath and pack whatever you need for the night. I’m heading back to
the pool for a few more laps.”