Sizzle (St. Martin Family Saga): Emergency Responders (21 page)

He placed pillows all around, and then he lifted her into his arms and set her gently on her side. “Let me know if your shoulder starts to hurt.”

He bent her right leg, and she felt the silky fibers of the rope around her thigh, just above the knee, then she felt it coil around the other thigh. He tied off the rope, and her thighs were immovable.

She watched as he expertly wound the rope around each ankle. Then he opened her arms in a circle and wrapped them around her knees before joining them.

His focus was as sharp as a pinpoint, and it was aimed at her. He tested the bonding job by giving it a tug.

At her wrists she felt the tug and pull of the rope.

“You good, Eve?”

“Yes.” So good that she wondered how much more there was. She couldn’t imagine that she could get any more aroused or feel any better. And the way he bound her, she wasn’t hurting at all.

Once he was done he stood back and admired his work. He smiled. “You’re flexible. That gives me a lot of options to work with.”

She felt flexed, as well as completely exposed to him. The way her knees were drawn up to her chest and her wrists tied to her ankles, she knew he could see every last part of her.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful. You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” His fingers lightly brushed against her folds, and she cried out at the sheer sensitivity.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m going to take care of you.”

She watched him tear off his department T-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks.

Was he being deliberately slow?

He stood, and his gaze met hers as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off. His boxers joined the pile. She watched as he fisted his massive erection until she could take no more.

“Clay!”

Still fisting himself, he said, “Here’s how this is going to go. You won’t be making any demands; I’m running the show here. If need be, I can always gag you.”

At his implied promise her pulse raced. She knew he meant what he said as he stood before her looking like Eros in the flesh. He bent down and kissed the lips of her sex. Eve groaned and strained against the ropes. Clay slid one hand under her right hip and the other on top of her left and slid her to the edge of the bed. He knelt and buried his face in her pussy. She pulled her knees toward her chest as much as she could; it was the only movement she could make to assist his actions, and she wanted everything he was giving. His tongue snaked over her sensitive clit, through her folds, and back to the coiled muscle of her ass. She couldn’t be embarrassed because the caress felt better than anything she’d ever experienced.

“Mmm.” The things he did to her body made her tingle and made her feel euphoric. She felt beautiful, needed, and wanted
.
Her body soared at his touch.

He pulled away, and his tongue and lips were replaced by his fingers. He slid them through her, her body so wet and dripping with moisture that she could hear it. A finger moved along her seam to the rosebud of her ass and slowly eased in, stretching and heightening all of her senses all over again. She groaned, maybe wailed, as he ever so gradually pushed in a finger that seemed to extend forever. Her toes curled at the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. She needed release, but Clay seemed set on making her squirm.

She was reminded of the finger in her ass when he pulled back and then pressed it deep. She tensed, and Clay said, “Easy baby. Relax.”

Relax! Easy for him to say. She hoped one day she’d be able to reciprocate. She wasn’t even able to talk. All she could do was accept the pleasure and groan. Secretly she was pleased with the rule about him calling the shots and her just receiving the pleasure.

“I want my cock in your ass, but we’ll have to save that for when we have the time to prepare you.”

He’d asked her about anal sex before, asked her if she’d ever taken anyone there. She hadn’t and she was glad—she wanted to give him something that she’d never given to anyone else, something just for him. Yet he was huge, and after experiencing just his finger, she couldn’t imagine how it would be possible.

He maneuvered her into position and ran his heavy cock through her wetness. “Are you ready for me, Eve?”

“Yes, damn it,” she groaned out harshly.

He pushed in just enough to fill her opening, and it felt glorious. She needed more and attempted to wiggle into him, but nothing came from her efforts. Trying to tempt him into pushing deep, she squeezed the head of his cock using her inner muscles.

“I take it you want more,” he said, voice low.

“Yes.” She could say that, couldn’t she? It wasn’t a demand. She was just answering his questions. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

He pushed in steadily until she was filled. Suddenly, fingers were on her, one massaging at her clitoris, one entering her ass. She was full of Clay and surrounded by him, and she loved it. He picked up the pace everywhere he touched her. She couldn’t focus on any one motion, any one place. Everything he did worked together seamlessly to deliver blinding pleasure. His cock pounded furiously and brought her to the brink of climax. Just when she was about to go over, he said, “You’ll wait for me.”

She howled.

From her position, Eve could watch his muscles rippling as he rocked into her. Then their gazes locked; she bit her lip in frustration.

“You heard me. You wait.”

He delivered thrust after thrust until she was seeing stars. Finally he said, “Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

“Let me have it.”

She climaxed immediately, and something inarticulate fell from her lips. Her eyes never left his, and they were connected by flesh, mind, and spirit as they came together. She felt her muscles contracting hard and knew the effect her orgasm had on him because she watched his face contort, looking like he experienced a combination of pain and pleasure.

Once Clay spilled his seed—she felt his hot cum deep inside—he dropped beside her. They lay unmoving until they could both breathe again. Then he set about untying her. And then he climbed back on the bed and pulled her into his arms, massaging her tender muscles. She almost felt a little guilty at her bliss when Mia’s whereabouts were still unaccounted for, but she’d come to inherently trust Clay, and by proxy, his friend Augie. She was so contented she fell asleep right then, in the safety of his arms.

16

I
t was Thursday,
and Clay was off for the next week. Eve watched through the window as he mowed the backyard. She’d taken to wearing the kinbaku binding under her dresses, and it was a good thing too, because it had been eight days now since they’d heard from Augie and she needed a distraction. The binding was more than a distraction. It was a constant reminder of their need for one another. She glanced at the microwave timer. Eleven o’clock. He’d said they’d go out for lunch. She’d yet to go out in her bindings and was energized about the possibilities.

On the outside they would appear to be a sweet loving couple. On the inside they would be simmering in a sea of pure unbridled ecstasy, lost in one another and the promises of the night to come. When he placed his hand at the small of her back, the feel of the rope through the cloth would be a constant reminder to him, just as the constriction was to her, of the intensity of their need for one another. Since they were going out she’d purposely worn a dress with a high collar.

A knock at the front door drew her from her sweet daydream. She sighed and huffed over to answer it, Cookie racing her to get there first and bark.

She pulled open the door, and her breath stopped moving through her. Sound muted itself until she felt she was in a tunnel. She swayed, not believing her eyes.

Standing directly across from her was her sister.

“Oh my God! Mia.” She reached for her sister, pulling her into her arms and squeezing as hard as she could.

Through their cries she heard Mia say, “Evie, I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I’m sorry, Mia, but I had to leave.”

“I know.” Mia rubbed her back, then pulled away, her head tilted in that way that said she was confused. Mia again stroked her back. “Evie? Are you wearing a corset?”

Eve’s eyes went wide, and she looked at Augie, who’d walked in with Mia. “Uh, it’s just uh—”

“Jesus, Evie!”

Her clothes had shifted during their hug, and Mia was now pulling at the red rope exposed at her neck. Behind her, Augie removed his sunglasses and raised a brow, the right corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. She would have been embarrassed, but she noticed his busted lip, black eye, and various other scrapes on his face and went instantly to worried instead.

When she saw the hand he held at her sister’s lower back, she became worried for an entirely different reason.

Eve quickly righted her clothing. “Please come inside. I’ve missed you terribly, and I was so worried, worried something had happened.”

Mia hugged her again. “I wish I could have saved you all that worry. Clay should have told you Augie would never let anything happen to me.”

She led them to the couch. She was going to sit with her sister, but Augie plopped down beside her. They sat very close, not like friends but as something more. Eve took the recliner.

Mia leaned into Augie, and he seemed just as comfortable with her. Yet Eve was troubled. Despite being a great friend to Clay, he wasn’t good to women. At least that was his reputation among the men at the station. On more than one occasion she’d heard the guys talking with him about some woman he’d been with. There seemed to be quite a few different ones.

She’d forgotten how handsome he was and with his tight, faded, and torn jeans, snug T-shirt, and gun holster, he was even more compelling. Shouldn’t he be wearing an ugly tan uniform? His hair was dirty blond, and he had that shaggy-hair and whisker thing going—and was far more successful at it than any man she’d seen attempt the style. He was more muscular than she remembered and he was confident as hell and she knew instantly why her sister was attracted to him.

“Can I get you anything?”

Augie said nothing, but stared intensely at Mia. Mia turned to him and smiled. God, her sister was preening for him.

“I think we’re good. Thank you.”

Eve couldn’t stand the way her sister always diminished the magnitude of her own interests and what she did, what she was involved with, so she went straight to Augie for answers.

“What happened to you? Did Nicolas do that?”

His face gave away nothing. “Where’s Clay?”

“He’s out back.”

He stood and headed toward the kitchen and the back door.

“Augie? Your face?”

He shook his head and kept walking.

Eve turned to her sister. “What’s going on, Mia?”

Mia inhaled deeply. “What’s going on, Evie, is that everything is going to be okay, but Augie won’t talk about anything that happened, and neither can I.”

Great. So now there were two of them to contend with—her sister with her unbearably optimistic attitude and Augie with his discreet demeanor. What a fun couple.

“Mia, about Augie. He’s—”

Clay and Augie came in from the yard and stood, arms crossed, in the living room. Clay’s focus was on Eve, and it was clear that Augie had told him something. His expression said that he recognized she wouldn’t be easily placated. She stood.

“I want to know what’s going on. Mia, are you hurt?”

“No. I’m fine.”

She turned to Augie. “What’s your story? Who gave you those bruises?”

Augie and Mia shared an intense stare and Eve shivered from a chill. She was desperate for answers and was in anguish at everything they’d endured because of her. Clay walked to her and took her cold hands in his.

“Sometimes we don’t need all the answers. Mia is here. She’s safe. And Augie will be fine. That’s everything we hoped for, isn’t it?” He used his thumbs to rub circles into her palms.

She nodded. “Mia, I’m sorry I put you in such a dangerous position.”

“But you sent Augie after me.” She smiled adorningly at him.

Eve went to Augie and placed her arms around his neck. “I can never thank you enough for what you’ve done, but I’m so grateful you have brought Mia safely to me.”

He rubbed her back, and with it the bindings, but he didn’t even flinch. “I was happy to do it. She’s a great girl.”

Clay’s eyes simmered with love and devotion for her, and there was a glint in his gaze that told her she would eventually have the answers she desired. But knowing that he supported and loved her, that both were unconditional, was all she truly needed.

All that was important now was her future with him. And the heat of his hands on hers, the promise in his eyes, guaranteed that future to be the stuff of dreams. No more nightmares. No more fear. No more hiding. Just bright hopes and freedom and love.