What the Lightning Sees: Part Three (4 page)

“I mean it. I don’t want to be one of those women who are totally oblivious to what’s going on under their nose. I don’t want to be made a fool of.”

She sounded so sad as she spoke and my chest ached for her. By opening up to me, she’d given me so much power. The power to take advantage of her, to hurt her, and there was nothing I wanted less. She’d asked me to be careful with her heart and I don’t think I’d ever felt so much responsibility, so much . . . love.

“I promise,” I said. “You have my heart, too, you know. We need to keep each other safe.”

“I promise you, too.” She reached up and brushed her fingers over my cheekbones.

Her touch had its usual effect on me and my dick started to stir. She glanced at my crotch. “Sorry. It’s just been like a millennia since I saw you naked.”

“It’s been a week,” she said poking me in my abs, which did nothing to stave off the blood rushing to my cock as a result of my being wrapped round her like this.

“Yeah? It feels like longer.”

“For me, too,” she said as her hands swept over my ass and she looked up at me from under her eyebrows. “Sounds as though we need an early night.”

I groaned as her hands reached the crotch of my jeans. Holy fuck, it almost hurt I was so hard. I was going to have to make her come several times with my mouth so she didn’t notice when I erupted after being inside her for a second.

“Actually, I have something for you that I think you might like.” She grabbed me by the hand and led me toward her bedroom.

“I only need you.”

She reached for my shoulders and guided me to sit on her bed as she went to her dresser drawer and pulled out a brown paper bag. She twisted her mouth and a blush spread across her throat. I had to glance away; she looked so ready to be fucked.

“What is it?” I asked.

She handed me the bag and then covered her face with her hands. I was intrigued. Why was she embarrassed about buying me a gift?

I pulled apart the edges of the paper, my eyes flicking from the bag to her and back. Her mouth was slightly parted, and she was staring at my hands instead of my face. I didn’t know what I was seeing at first, then realization trickled into my brain. It was coiled rope, not heavy, more like cord, white, smooth and about half an inch thick. I pulled it out of the bag, fingering the silky fibers twisting together like a never-ending helter-skelter. My pulse banged against my eardrums. She was giving herself to me. After everything I’d told her, she was still mine. My chest tightened with expectation, hope and something more.

Haven took a step toward me. “I didn’t know if it was the right—”

“It’s perfect.” I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. “I like that you like it.”

“I do. It’s as if I’m giving myself over to you.”

I filled my lungs, needing a beat. I didn’t want to rush. Whatever we were doing, exchanging, it needed to be savored.

“Undress,” I said. I tried to say it as if her gift hadn’t brought me to my knees. She wanted me in control and that’s what I would give her.

She hesitated as if it took longer than usual for the words to turn to meaning in her head. She pulled her dress over her head in one graceful movement, uncovering black lace underwear.

Watching her, knowing what was next, relaxed me.

She released the clasp of her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her creamy, smooth, white skin might have been marble from the perfection of it. Even one of Rodin’s sculptures, but I knew how soft and warm it was. The memory of her heat buzzed over my fingertips.

“Put your hands down,” I said, moving her slightly so she was standing between my knees.

She complied quickly and I stood up, pulling the rope through my hands, the fibers bending under my fingers as I searched for the middle section.

“We’re going to try something new. I’m going to tie the rope around you so your arms are fixed by your sides. Do you understand?”

She nodded. Her eyes were wide.

“Are you frightened?”

“No. I want it,” she whispered.

Jesus.
I needed to stay focused. I needed to give her what she wanted.

“You tell me if it hurts or if your hands start to tingle. Do you hear?”

She nodded.

“Haven, tell me you understand.” I grazed her peaked nipples with my knuckles.

“I understand.”

“You need to be comfortable. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I pressed the rope against the skin of her belly, trying to distract myself from the way her flesh yielded around the fibers. It was the perfect density to leave that delicious red mark without causing pain. Slowly, using both hands, I began to wrap the rope round her, working my way up and down her torso, wrapping her up, readying her for me. “How does it feel?” I asked as she watched me.

“Good,” she replied. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her mouth parted as she drifted under my control.

“How good?” I trailed my fingers down her stomach to her slit. I knew before I touched her what I would find. I could smell her arousal. It surrounded her like a cloud. “Slippery already?”

She groaned and her head fell back. I worked faster, coiling the rope around and down past her elbows, taking care that there was room between the rope and her skin. It was the perfect length. I secured the ends and took a step back to see what I’d created.

There she stood. Her amazing tits jutted out over the top of the rope and were framed on either side by her hair. You couldn’t see her flesh through the rope, but I could imagine it compressed, the blood pushed out of the way. When my eyes met hers, I could see desperation.

“Can you move your arms?” I asked.

“No.” She made a small attempt to struggle, but she was tightly bound. “Jake?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

I groaned at her request. I wasn’t sure I needed to touch her. She looked on the brink of climax where she stood, without any additional help from me. “I want you to bend over the bed. Turn your face to the side so I can still see you.”

She did as I asked and thrust her ass into the air as she dropped to the bed.

“Open your legs.”

I stripped off my clothes and fell to my knees behind her. Her wetness glistened, inviting me in, but I was going to make her wait until I tasted it. Just a little. I bent forward and licked the back of her knee. She buckled and I steadied her. Her body was so responsive, so perfectly attuned. I dragged my tongue up the back of her thigh in a heated trail; her skin was soft and tight. As I reached her ass, I bit down and thrust two fingers into her at the same time.

She lifted her head from the mattress. “Please,” she cried.

I soothed the just-bitten area with my tongue, then sucked and sucked. I wanted her marked. By me. By the ropes, my teeth, my cock. I wanted to own her.

My fingers found a rhythm and quickly became coated in her as I rubbed her clit with my other hand. Breathlessly, she began her climb toward her climax. “No. Jake. Please. God. Yes.”

Her words got quieter as she got closer, and I pulled away from her, needing to hold myself back if I wasn’t going to fall over the edge with her.

She whimpered. “More,” she cried. “Please, don’t stop.”

I pushed my fingers back inside her, unable not to give her what she wanted when she asked. “Don’t stop?”

“Don’t
ever
stop.”

“Oh, baby, you’re going to be begging for me to stop.”

I thrust my fingers and my tongue against her, and in seconds she was pulsing around my fingers, crying, “Yes, yes, yes.”

I replaced my fingers with my tongue, pushing into her, her muscles clenching around me, my hands prizing her open wider. I alternated between licking and sucking until she started to shake. I pushed deep, deeper, and then my thumb found her clit. When she came again, it was as if in surrender. There were no words, simply her private sounds of pleasure, reserved just for me. Panting, moaning, and juddering.

My cock was thick against my stomach. I had to be inside her. I stood and positioned her now weak legs.

“Can you last a little longer in this position, baby? I have to have you like this.”

“Yes, fuck me, Jake. Please.”

I groaned and after a single stroke to my cock, I pushed into her slowly but without stopping, so deep I was drowning in her.

Haven

It was as if he filled every part of me when he was inside me. He made me come as if I was a generator on which he just needed to flick the switch, as if he had some secret code. He could make me climax with his fingers, his tongue, but it was only when he was inside me that I felt completely his, bound to him, my soul stripped bare. The intensity was magnified by the pressure of the rope, as if it squeezed more out of me when I thought I had nothing left to give him. It tied me to him. He owned me.

He pulled out and slammed back into me. He was usually more gentle with me at first, allowing me to get used to his size, but now it was as though he couldn’t hold back, as if I had the kind of power over him that he had over me. Relief pulsed across my body with the realization that he needed to be inside me as much I wanted him there.

His fingers fiddled with the ropes, adjusting them slightly. I hoped he wouldn’t release me yet, I was sure I would fall apart without the silky fibers twisted around me. The rope tied me to the moment, so I didn’t have to worry about what was next, whether what was between us was constant. I felt certain of everything in that moment.

I was still bound as he hooked his hands under my shoulders and pulled me back onto him, pushing into me as deeply as he could go. I cried out, not knowing if any sound left my body. All I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears and Jake’s grunts behind me as he took what he needed.

He withdrew unexpectedly and I tried to look over my shoulder to see why.

“I’m going to turn you over,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly like disturbed bedrock. “I need to see your face.”

He rearranged me on the bed so that I was face up and my thighs were parted, ready for him. My body limp and helpless, he had complete control. I wanted to give him what he needed and this was all that was left—complete submission. He didn’t need to ask me, I offered it willingly. “God, you look so good like that, Haven.” He pushed back inside me, grabbing my hips, pulling me onto him.

He was concentrating. On what, I wasn’t sure. His breathing, his rhythm, my face. My muscles clenched involuntarily around him and he closed his eyes.

“Shit,” he whispered and he twisted, making me clench again.

He could do anything to me while I was laid out in front of him, bound. I was completely vulnerable and under his total control. It wasn’t frightening; it was freeing. His pace increased and our sounds intermingled. I couldn’t distinguish his cries of pleasure from my own, and staring into his eyes tipped me over the edge as my orgasm thundered across my body. It was like nothing else that had come before it. It ripped through me, crushing me and renewing me.

Jake called my name
and I felt his grip on my shoulders grow tighter before he shuddered, emptying himself inside me.

At that moment, I needed to touch him, to have his skin against mine and he knew. His fingers plucked at the rope, and within seconds, I was in his arms and my hands were pressed against his heartbeat.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered to me.

“I’ve never . . .” It had been as though our previous times together had been leading up to that moment.

“I know,” he said. Had he felt it too? “You’re mine.” His fingers traced the indentations across my skin left by the rope. “Are you sore? Do you have cream? It will help soothe it.”

“I’m fine. It’s good. Like I’m floating, still.” What he did to my body made me feel he knew me like no one else. Or perhaps he understood me so fundamentally that he was able to elicit the things he did from my body. Either way, I belonged to him.

He pulled me closer as I lay limply across him.

“You’re beautiful. Those marks against your skin . . . They’re proof you’re mine.”

He kissed the top of my head and our breaths synchronized.