Sugar and Spice (8 page)

“If you keep trying to direct our course, you’re not only going to find yourself in for a long night, you’ll be gagged.” Ryan reached toward the bedside table and pulled a device Ginny didn’t recognize out of the drawer.

“Have you ever heard of a ball gag?” he asked.

Her eyes widened as she spied the rubber ball. Suddenly she was painfully aware of what the uncomfortable-looking harness would do. She shook her head.

“Will you behave?” He held it closer to her face and she nodded.

58

Sugar and Spice

“Good,” he said, tossing the gag aside. “I
really
want to hear your whimpers and moans.” He moved back down her body as he spoke, bypassing her breasts, and Ginny gave him one of those whimpers he’d asked for.

Finally
, she thought, as he moved toward her waist.

Unfortunately, he moved past her pussy until he was seated between her feet.

Turning, he leaned over the footboard and reached down to rifle around in the trunk situated on the floor there. He pulled up a long length of rope and Ginny began to squirm at the sight of it.

Crawling over her body, he straddled her hips with his strong thighs and again she was assaulted by the feeling of vulnerability his position created.

“You have the most amazing breasts,” he murmured and she felt her taut nipples throb in response. She took a deep breath and savored his words as Ryan slowly and methodically began wrapping the rope around her chest in a complicated pattern. She had to arch her back, which was difficult with the restraints at her ankles and wrists, but he helped her, lifting her easily. The drag of the hemp beneath her served as its own form of sensual torture.

“The Japanese call sexual bondage
Kinbaku
. It’s considered an art form and I’ve studied it a bit.” As he spoke, his hands never stopped wrapping the hemp, using several overhand knots. When he finished, he leaned back to observe his work. He had wrapped her securely from waist to neck, her breasts lightly surrounded by the soft material, showcased by it.

“Oh my God,” she said as she took in the intricate web-like pattern. “You’re Spider-Man.”

Ryan smiled. “And you’re perfect,” he whispered as he reached down to play with her nipples, leaning over and sucking each one tightly into his mouth. The feeling of being captured, caught and held in place for just this one man was so dazzling, she had to close her eyes against the wonder of it all.

59

Mari Carr

Slowly he rose from the bed and again, Ginny was overwhelmed by the desire to call him back to her. He walked to the foot of the bed, untying first one ankle and then the other. She was surprised, not expecting their play to end so quickly. She started to close her legs but was halted by his harsh, “Don’t.”

He returned to the bed and reclaimed his place between her outstretched thighs, his hands moving along the rope at the edge of her waist before dipping his fingers down to her pussy.

“So wet,” he whispered. He pushed two fingers inside her, crooking them in such a way that he almost immediately found her G-spot.

“Oh God,” she cried, moving her hips toward his touch.

He continued to manipulate the sensitive place until Ginny was mindless, her orgasm starting to come.

“No,” he said as he removed his hand.

Ginny was too shocked by the abruptness of his retreat to speak. Every word that came to her mind at that moment was vulgar, furious, harsh. If she said what she was thinking, Ryan would no doubt continue to prolong her agony. She bit back her comments and sucked in lots of deep, deep breaths.

“Very good,” he said and she struggled against the urge to scratch his eyes out. Not that she could have with her hands still secured above her head.

Ryan reached down and grasped her behind her knees, pulling them up until they rested on his shoulders. “I think you’ve earned a reward.”

His words proved he knew how hard it had been for her to restrain herself, but when she felt his hot breath against her pussy, she was so glad she had.

“Yes,” she hissed at the first touch of his tongue against her quivering mons. He pressed it firmly against her clit and she fought not to shove her pussy against his talented lips. His tongue moved along the crease between her legs and pushed into her cunt. Over and over he fucked her with his tongue.

60

Sugar and Spice

“Please, Ryan. Please,” she begged.

He pulled out and said the words she’d been waiting a lifetime to hear. “Come, Ginny.” He thrust his tongue back inside her and she exploded around it, screaming with the impact, the climax the strongest she’d ever had.

While she was still dazed from her orgasm, Ryan reached over to the bedside table and pulled out several items.

“How many things do you have in that drawer?” Ginny teased. Ryan looked back and smiled at the relaxed, happy look on her face.

“Boy Scout motto, wildcat. Always be prepared.”

Ginny giggled. “Yeah, well, I know for a fact that you were
never
a Boy Scout.”

Ryan joined her laughter. “Can you blame me for that? They wouldn’t let my best friend join.”

“Well, at least we tried.”

He reached above her head to release her wrists, laughing over the memory of their little group of friends walking out of the Boy Scout meeting when the den mother refused to allow Ginny to stay. “I’m going to untie your arms, but the rest is staying unless you’re in pain.”

“I’m fine.”

He massaged her shoulders and arms for several moments while kissing her.

“Better?” he asked.

“Perfect.”

“Roll over,” he ordered and Ginny complied.

“Get up on your knees and hold yourself open to me.” His directions seemed to give her pause and he grasped her hips, lifting her until her knees were directly under her. “Hold yourself open,” he repeated.

61

Mari Carr

She slowly put her hands behind her and Ryan took them, placing them on the cheeks of her ass, showing her exactly what he wanted. “Pull them apart.”

She responded to his command, but he sensed her embarrassment at the act.

“I’m staking my claim, Ginny. Your ass is mine.”

She shivered at his words as he picked up the new tube of lubrication and still-packaged butt plug he’d retrieved from the drawer.

“You need to relax,” he coaxed as he pushed the end of the lube into her dark opening and squeezed. She tried to pull away but he kept a firm hand on her back. “It will warm up in a minute.”

He ran his fingers through her crease before using one finger to work the lube inside her. She hissed at the first touch of his finger breaching her, but she didn’t try to escape again. Slowly he worked his finger in, one knuckle at a time until it was completely buried. Giving her a moment to adjust, he retreated and repeated the movement, increasing the pace until she began to move into his thrusts. He decided to push her further. He added a second finger to the sensual torture and rejoiced when she accepted it easily. He continued to finger-fuck her as she held herself open for him.

The image of Ginny in the wholly submissive position was one he felt certain he’d never forget. She was so beautiful, so trusting, so adventurous she took his breath away.

She moaned as her ass muscles unexpectedly clenched his fingers and he was shocked to feel her coming again. Christ, she was amazing.

As she came, he pulled his fingers out. He swiftly unwrapped the butt plug and slid it into place.

“Ryan?” she asked.

“Shhh. Just a little toy to stretch you a bit. Your ass is too tight for my cock and this will help.”

62

Sugar and Spice

Once he had the toy in place, he turned her over, enveloping her small body under his. He held himself up on his elbows and kissed her repeatedly. His cock was painfully rigid, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from her sweet lips.

After what seemed like days, he drew away. “I want you to suck my cock,” he said.

“I want to come in your mouth and feel you swallow every drop of my seed.”

She trembled at his words before nodding. “I want that too.”

Propping her head on a pillow, he moved forward until he was straddling her chest. He nudged her lips with the head of his cock and was pleasantly surprised when she took him in without hesitation. She sucked on his flesh as if she was dying of thirst and Ryan had to grip the sides of her head to slow her down. He fought against the urge that was telling him to give her what she was asking for. He desperately wanted to bury himself deep in her throat.

Her hands joined the game as she wrapped one around the base of his cock while the other squeezed his balls.

“That’s right,” he encouraged. “Suck it harder, Ginny.”

She responded to his words and he fought to clear the red haze covering his vision.

He would have to work hard to make this last. Her enthusiasm more than made up for her obvious lack of experience and he couldn’t help being pleased by the fact this act seemed unfamiliar to her. He was once again assaulted by an undeniable attack of jealousy. She belonged to
him
now. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass. The idea of any other man having her this way sent red-hot anger coursing through his body.

Fuck. What does that mean?

She gasped and he realized he was pulling her hair. He loosened his fingers and massaged her scalp in silent apology until her own grip on his balls tightened.

Shit. She seemed to be encouraging his roughness.

63

Mari Carr

“Deeper, baby,” he murmured, unable to stop himself from pushing her. She moved her mouth lower, taking in more of his cock. He brushed the back of her throat and her gag reflex triggered. He pulled out.

“Swallow the head,” he instructed as he pushed back in. Again she seemed to fight his motion and her gaze searched his face. He pulled out and looked at her. She wasn’t frightened, but she was definitely unsure if she could do as he was asking.

He paused for a moment. “We have all night, Ginny. I want you swallow my cock, baby.” He watched her eyes glaze over with the demand and he was swept away by her innate submissiveness. He thrust into her mouth again and again as she gagged and struggled. He repeated the movement one more time and she shook her head.

He froze. “Do you want me to stop?”

Ginny seemed stunned by his question. She shook her head emphatically.

Not satisfied with her answer and determined not to frighten her, he repeated the question. Again, she shook her head adamantly and Ryan, appeased, surged into her mouth. She swallowed at the moment of impact and he found himself buried down her throat. The image of Ginny deep-throating his cock broke the restraints on his self-control and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Ginny moved in tandem with him, milking the base of his cock with her hand and applying even more pressure to his balls.

“God dammit!” he cried as he felt the beginning of his orgasm. She swallowed deeply as he felt his semen hit the back of her throat.

When he’d released every drop, he slid out of her mouth and lay down beside her.

He drew her into his arms, holding her tightly, with only one thought in his mind.

I’m never letting her go.

64

Sugar and Spice

“Sorry, um…why are you here again?”

“Are you going to let me in or not, Allie?” Ginny, usually amused by her baby sister’s smartass nature, was not in the mood.

“I’m still thinking about that. I mean it
is
pretty early on a Saturday and you arrived here in a taxicab. Obviously something is up and I’m thinking it might not be in my best interest to get involved.”

“How ’bout I make this easy for you? Close that fucking door, take the chain off and open it again or I will squash you like the little bug you are.”

“Well, that does seem to put things in perspective. Wait a minute.”

Her sister shut the door and Ginny could hear her unhooking the security chain. A second later, the door opened and Ginny quickly walked in, past a confused Allie.

Observing the terrycloth robe Allie wore and her mussed hair, it was obvious she’d woken her sister up.

“What time is it?” Ginny asked.

“How the hell should I know? You’re the one up and about and beating on my damn door.” Allie squinted toward the clock on her DVD player. “Aw hell, it’s not even seven o’clock yet. What the hell is wrong with you? I didn’t leave the dance club until nearly three a.m.”

“I didn’t want to go home,” Ginny said as she sat down heavily on her sister’s couch.

“Why the hell not? Hold on a second. What are you wearing? Is that a leather skirt?” Allie seemed to come awake at her appearance.

65

Mari Carr

Ginny had hastily donned her clothing in Ryan’s room upon waking and then she’d run straight here. Last night, she’d felt sexy. This morning, she just felt slutty. “Yes, it’s leather.”

“Where were you that you didn’t want to go home from?”

“The Way Down Under Club,” Ginny answered.

“The Way…
What
? Are you kidding me? You got an invite to that club and didn’t call me? What kind of sister are you? You know I’ve been dying to see that place!”

“I didn’t want to push my luck. Travers invited me for my birthday and I was afraid he’d change his mind if I made too big a deal of it.” Even as she spoke Ryan’s last name, she could taste the strangeness of it on her tongue. He would never be Travers to her again. The finality of that thought brought tears to her eyes.

“Are you crying?” Allie asked, sitting next to her on the couch. “What happened, sis? Did someone hurt you at the club? Where the hell was Travers?”

Allie’s concerned voice and the consoling way she wrapped her arm around her opened the floodgates. It also brought home the fact no one would believe that she and Ryan had crossed the line from friends to lovers. Allie wouldn’t understand that it was Ryan who had inadvertently hurt her simply by being too wonderful to be true. Ginny gave herself up to the tears as she thought about how Ryan had looked in bed this morning. He lay on his stomach, sprawled out, looking sexy as hell with his auburn hair tousled and covering his eyes. She turned toward her sister and cried, unable to say a single word.