Bind (Manhattan Lux Book 1): Manhattan Lux (11 page)

She only tied his wrists, mumbled something about starting slow, and then looped the rope through her headboard. He tested his strength against the binding, wiggled like a damsel on a train track, and gave her a pained look. She frowned for a second but then smacked his cheek when she realized he was playing.

“Safeword. I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said. “I promise I’ll say it if I need to. But I won’t need to.”

“Good.” She smiled, flung a leg over his body and straddled his hips. “Because I want to play with you for a while.” Leaning up over his chest she kissed him on the lips, then kissed her way down his chest, over pecs, abs, belly button. Whoa! A little tongue there. That was a surprise.

“Hey what do you like to call it?” He asked staring at the top of her head.

“What?” She sat up, squinting in confusion. “Call what?”

“Ya know.” Wyatt’s gaze flicked low then back up again. “When I’m talking dirty to you, I want to be sure I get it right. Would hate to offend her. Is pussy okay?”

Jinx frowned at him.

“Pussy is fine.”

“So for instance ‘fuck, your pussy tastes great’—that would be acceptable?”

Jinx shifted back, grinding the body part in question against his erection. Wyatt clenched his jaw, feeling the fabric of his briefs dampening with her arousal.

“A little pedestrian,” she said. “But acceptable.”

“How about the c-word?” Wyatt winced, and paused for her response.

“I don’t like it as a title.” She wiggled her bottom and then bore down, dragging her hips over his length, back and forth until he was panting. “But when referring to a body part in the heat of passion? I’ll allow it.”

Wyatt locked his gaze on hers and smiled. “So ‘I can’t wait to get my cock into that sweet wet cunt?’ That would be fine?”

Jinx sighed, blew out a breath and palmed her tits, playing with the nipple clamps as if they were an afterthought. “It’s not poetry. But we all have our talents.”

Wyatt grinned.

“How about…” he frowned for a second, thinking. “If you don’t clamp that tight little hole down on my cock in the next ten seconds, I’m going to get out of these ropes, and claim it myself.”

Wyatt bent his knees and pitched her forward at the same time that he lifted his neck, caught the chain between his teeth and pulled.

“OMG! Pacman!” Jinx shouted and pushed at his chest, laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking. “Pacman, Pacman, Pacman!”

He stopped immediately; letting the chain fall from his mouth, concern clouding his features. “Everything okay?” he said.

“Yeah, sorry.” She brushed her hair out of her face. “Just testing it out I think. I promise I don’t abuse safewords, you just surprised me.”

“Good surprise or bad surprise?” Wyatt arched an eyebrow and studied her face.

She smiled and ran a finger down his torso, then up to his pecs.

“Good,” she said, pinching a nipple, her grin turning wicked. “Shall we resume?”

Wyatt bucked again, and she squealed.

“Should’ve tied my feet woman!” He laughed and lifted his knees, trying to restrain her with his legs, then nuzzled into her neck until she giggled frantically and slapped at his chest.

“That’s it!” Jinx bounded off the bed, went back to the wardrobe, and returned to the bed with two items in hand. She held them up.

Condom in one hand. Scissors in the other.

“Fuck or be castrated?” Wyatt asked. “I choose fuck.”

Jinx put the condom wrapper between her teeth, slapped him once on each cheek, and set to work on his briefs—cutting up one thigh, then the other, and dragging the fabric out from under him so his erection sprang free, hard and long and very eager to play.

“Fuck that’s pretty,” Jinx said, taking the condom out of her mouth.

“Oh I see what you did there. If I’m no poet, why are you plagiarizing my work?”

Jinx leaned over his face, planted a hard kiss on his mouth, pinched his cheeks together, and stuffed the condom package in his mouth.

Wyatt began to protest but Jinx turned around, flung a leg over his chest and straddled his torso. Tossing a wink at him over her shoulder, she gripped his cock at the root, and bent down, ass bobbing in the air as she sucked the length of him into her mouth. Words became an abstract concept.

The condom wrapper flapped against his lips as Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut and tried hard to remember his underwater training.

Because sure as fuck he was gonna drown, cock first, in this fine woman’s mouth and he was gonna catch hell trying to explain that shit to St. Peter. But OH MY GOD, double jointed tongue or…what was that? Teeth? Yes, more of the teeth please.

Wyatt lifted his hands, or tried to. Shit, that’s right. He couldn’t move. But…but he wanted to
touch
her. This wasn’t
fair
. He
had
to touch her. Had to give this back, make her feel what he was feeling.

He opened his eyes. Big mistake.

She was bare to him. Exposed, and open, and wet, and puckering at him, like a hungry mouth, begging for kisses. For cock. Or tongue.

He spit the condom out onto the bed.

“Back it up,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “My turn.”

Jinx sucked harder and shook her head.

Pfftt.
No?
He’d see about that. Wyatt jacked-knifed off the bed, heard her squeal and come off his dick with a wet pop. He smiled when she hugged his legs and grinned back over her shoulder.

“You’re incorrigible.”

He smiled back. “Gimme some, or I’ll come get it.”

Jinx turned all the way around and set her hands on his chest.

“You’ll come get it?” she asked. “You’re tied up. Did you forget?”

“Won’t stop me,” he scoffed. “Hasn’t yet.”

“I saw what you did before. You cut the ropes somehow. You’re totally naked now, Wyatt. I’ve seen every inch. You can’t possibly have a knife on you. No way you can get out of my knots.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No. Just say your safe word, and I’ll let you out.”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “I don’t need to. That’s not what this is about.”

She bent and kissed him, a slow deep kiss that had his cock screaming for more attention.

“Then what is it about?” she whispered.

“Fun,” he said, shrugging as best he could with his arms tied over his head. “I’m having a blast right now, and I think it would be fun as hell to bet on me getting out of these ropes.”

“Okay,” she said, her gaze searching his. “If you don’t, I know what I get as reward. I get to continue having my wicked way with you.”

“Definitely.” Wyatt nodded.

“But if you do escape? What’s your prize?”

“Up to you,” he said. “You’ve got to set your own limits.”

“Make a suggestion,” she said. “I can veto it.”

He knew what he wanted, but didn’t want to pressure her by saying it out loud. Instead he lifted his chin and let his gaze flit up to his wrists and the ropes that bound them together.

Jinx’s gaze followed his and faltered. She traced her fingers over his pecs, painting invisible designs on his skin.

“Jun?” he said, using her real name so she’d know he was serious. “Veto, okay? Veto.”

“No,” she leveled her gaze with his and shook her head. “I’m good. Ropes it is. You can tie me up, cowboy, but first you have to win the bet.”

“That’s fair,” he said. “Deal?”

She nodded. “Deal.”

“Seal it with a kiss?” He strained against the ropes. “I mean I can’t really shake on it at the moment.”

She sank into him. Her legs slid down over his, her breasts nestling against his chest, and finally she slid her arms up around his neck, pressing her lips to his.

Wyatt drank her in—the warmth of her skin, her scent, the sweet taste of her lips, the perfect dance of her tongue with his. She was bliss. She was everything. And in just one more minute, she’d be all his. He kissed her harder. Had to keep her distracted.

I
t took
her a moment to realize what had happened. Strong hands embraced her. One tangling in her hair, one sliding over her hip to cup the apple of her ass. She was lost in kisses, reveling in the feel of this gorgeous man worshipping her.

It was the fingers that snapped her out of it.

Nimble fingers stroked through her folds, teasing her open, and slowly sinking inside.

Jinx moaned and pushed into his hand, grinding shamelessly as Wyatt added another finger. In, out, in, out. A leisurely pace. No, a gloating pace.

Motherfucker had slipped her ropes. Again.

“Surprise,” he said, flipping them over so that she was beneath him. Wyatt held a length of rope above her head and grinned.

Jinx ran a hand over her face and laughed. “As this point, I’m pretty sure you’re a wizard.”

Wyatt nibbled her neck and whispered in her ear. “Well I do have a magic wand.”

“A deal’s a deal,” she said, holding out her hands. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

He did. Three turns around her wrists and a loose slip knot. He didn’t tie her to the headboard, just left her hands above her head, and she wondered at that.

“Taking it slow,” he said, when he caught her questioning look. “Pacman.” He tapped her nose.

“Pacman,” she said, and started to nod an acknowledgement, but he was gone, head disappearing between her legs, his tongue diving into her like a man on the edge of desperation.

And then she was on the edge
with
him, hips bucking even as his hands held her down. Writhing as he swept through her folds, found her clit and sucked, rolling it gently at first and then harder, increasing the pressure until she was crying out his name over and over.

He rose over her, clasped her face in both hands, and stole his name from her lips, taking each gasp as it left her chest, fucking her mouth with his tongue so that she could taste herself on him.

Wyatt reached across the bed, grabbed the condom, and ripped it open with his teeth.

“No, let me,” she said, twisting on her side so that she could roll the latex down over the wide blunt head of his cock.

When she was finished she didn’t move her hands. The sight of it, her hands cradling his cock, wrists bound for his purpose, his pleasure, sent desire coiling deep inside her, so tight and hot it was nearly unbearable.

She looked up, anxious to see if his reaction was the same. Bright blue eyes were shadowed now. Dark. Dangerous.

“Jun,” he whispered and she wasn’t afraid, just desperate.

Grasping Wyatt’s cock in her palms, she slid them up the length, flexing as she went. He inhaled sharply, fisted his hand in her hair and watched as she stroked, urging her on with little thrusts of his hips and whispered words of encouragement.

His cock grew harder in her hands, and he ordered her to stop, his voice hoarse and low. Taking her hands in his, he kissed them, then pushed her back against the bed, lifting her arms over her head.

Lowering his body over hers, he urged her thighs wide with his own, and settled his hips between them. Palming one breast, he pressed the nipple clamp open and removed it.

She hissed. Blood rushed back into the sensitive nerve endings and set them on fire.

Wyatt licked the nipple, sucked it into his mouth and then hugged her to him, his cock notched against her opening.

He pressed forward, hard and thick, and she stretched around him, that delicious fullness sending shockwaves up her spine, his mouth, hot and wet on her breast, matching every spark.

Shifting, he reached for the other clamp, releasing the nipple before closing his lips over it, chasing away the pins and needles with his tongue.

She wanted more. She wanted things she hadn’t wanted in ages, things she’d long ago stopped asking for because giving up control was just too scary. But this? This felt too damn good. This man. This raw lust. The only thing she wanted was more. More of Wyatt, more of his hands on her, more of whatever he wanted.

“Hold my wrists,” she breathed, barely able to croak out the words, half surprised to hear her own demands. “Hold me down, I want to feel it. Feel you.”

Wyatt kissed her lips, her cheek, her eyelids, and then he reached above them and pressed her wrists against the bed just as his cock sank deep. Sank home. Filling her so perfectly she felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes. Closing them, she buried her head in Wyatt’s neck as he moved.

“Kitten,” he whispered. He thrust slowly. Long full strokes, all the way in, all the way out. Breaching her pussy again and again. It was agony. It was exquisite. Oh God, she was falling. Spiraling down into an orgasm that was sapping the strength from her limbs, building, building—

“Jun,” Wyatt whispered again. “Look at me.” And the sound of her name, her real name on
his
lips, it had those tears pricking again.

She opened her eyes and he smiled, plunged deep, a little laugh erupting from him when her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Time for the dirty talk, love.” He grinned, and thrust again, arching an eyebrow at the sounds their bodies made when they joined. “Pussy Music,” he said. “That’s what that sound is. Wet, greedy, sloppy music to my ears.”

“Ugh,” she sneered up at him. “Still not poetry, cowboy.”

“No?” Wyatt thrust hard, smirking when she gasped. “That reminds me. You wanted to ride
me,
if I recall correctly. So why am I doing all the work?”

Clasping her to him, he sat up, dragged her to the edge of the bed with him and then sat upright, draping her legs around his waist so that his hips wedged tight between her thighs. She looked down, her bound hands a barrier between them, keeping their bodies from joining together completely.

“Can’t have that,” Wyatt said, and he moved to untie her.

“No.” Jinx lifted her arms and draped them over his head, resting them on his shoulders.

“Mmm,” he said. “I like it.” He slanted his lips over hers, talking through kisses. “Beautiful and smart.”

She laughed and then gasped when he thrust his palms under her ass and yanked her close. Spreading her thighs wide, he lifted her up, slammed home, and Jinx forgot all about laughing. There was only sensation now, only pleasure. Bodies woven together so tightly she couldn’t remember what it ever felt like to be apart.

* * *

“
S
o
. Fucking. Sweet.” The words punched out of his chest in time with each thrust. His gaze lowered, fixed on the spot where they joined. Watching, mesmerized by the sight of his cock, hard and wet with her juices, disappearing into her again and again.

Wyatt stroked her hair, wrapped it around his wrist and pulled, just enough to make her arch her back, just enough so that he could get a good view of those sweet tits, pink tipped and swollen from abuse.

“Hang on,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear. “Remember what I said in the elevator?”

“Rides.” She nodded, her hair tickling his cheek. “You like them hard and long.”

“Can you take it?”

“Giddyup.”

It was all the permission he needed. He pounded into her, gripped her hip in one hand, the other still tangled in her hair. Each time he got close, each time he sensed she was close, he slowed. Kissed her lips sweetly. Soft, closed mouth kisses, while they backed off the edge of orgasm together.

As soon as the danger passed, he started up again.

She was glistening, sweat sparkling on her skin in the dim light.
Fucking beautiful.

Wyatt snaked a hand between their bodies, pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit.

Jinx made a sound, half whimper half moan, already clenching around him.

He glanced down. The way her pussy stretched to take his cock, the way the tiny muscles in her groin shivered and tensed each time she spasmed around him—“Fucking beautiful.” He said it out loud this time, and hoped she caught all the depth those two words held for him. “You are
so
fucking beautiful.”

Her head fell against his, forehead to forehead, and he tipped it back again, kissing her lips as his fingers worked in time with his thrusts. Then he felt it, the whole of her body tensing under his hands, her cunt fisting around his cock like a vise, and she cried out, great racking sobs that echoed in the room.

He went with her, thrusting once, twice, ten more times until he was shuddering against her breasts, and tearing those fucking ropes off her wrists so she could hold him, could weave her fingers in his hair and kiss the tremble off of his lips.

* * *

T
hey’d gone
to the kitchen for chocolate milk. Wyatt assured Jinx it was better than Gatorade for restoring health after exertion. He didn’t think she believed him, but she kissed the milk mustache off him anyhow.

Aiko got home in the wee hours of the morning. Slapped a folder on the kitchen counter and told him to have a look. “Tonight’s detective work. Rather interesting I’d say.”

He looked, flipping pages as he read, his mouth hardening into a thin line as his eyes darted over the report. Sighing heavily, he tossed the folder back on the counter with disgust.

“Wyatt?” Jinx said, rubbing her hand over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Daisy,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Shit. I don’t know what I’m gonna tell Bryce.”

He stalked down the hall, found his cell phone, and returned to the kitchen.

“You gonna call Jack?” Aiko asked.

“I’m texting Daisy,” he said, tapping at his phone. “I don’t know if this number still works, but it’s the last one I had for her. If I can get her to meet with me, to talk, maybe even get Bryce there, we might have a shot of getting her out of this.”

“Did it go through?” Jinx asked.

“Yeah.” he nodded. “Someone’s typing back.”

Jinx came and stood behind him, looked over his shoulder at the screen just as the new text came in.

“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth.

“What is it?” Aiko asked. “What did she say?”

Wyatt held up the screen so Aiko could see. Just two words.

Daisy’s dead.