Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (18 page)

Drake heard Tania’s voice,
raw and rough, and he tore up the steps, snarling in
silence.

Somebody was getting ready
to die—

He made himself stop at the
top of the steps, moving quietly, his heart racing as he heard her
pleading, then the unmistakable sound of a hand striking
flesh.

Hands
curling into fists, he came to a corner in the hallway, peered
around the side. And froze, unable to move—that was so
not what
he’d expected to
see.

Shit
…

The blood drained from his
brain, straight down to his dick, as his heart threatened to
thunder out of his chest—

Drake knew, very well, the
difference between something real and something forced, between a
fantasy and reality. More than once, he and his lovers had walked
such lines, but it wasn’t anything he’d been prepared to see
here.

Tania Sinclair was kneeling
on her bedroom floor, her skirt rucked up over her ass, her hands
bound together at the small of her back. And her husband,
Kyle—Drake’s best friend—was fucking her. While Drake stared, Kyle
spanked her tight, perfect ass and she cried out, a look of nearly
violent pleasure on her face.

Fuck—

He made a sound. He didn’t
know what, but he made some noise and Kyle stilled, looked up.
Then, one hand resting soothingly on Tania’s hip, he pulled away
and stood.

Tania whimpered, awkwardly
twisting around to look back, and that was when she saw Drake. Her
eyes widened and she blushed bright red.

“
Oh,
shit
!” she
blurted out.

Kyle dragged his jeans up,
shifting to block his wife from Drake’s sight. “This isn’t what it
looks like.”

“
It looks like you’ve
restrained your wife, like you’re spanking your wife,” Drake said,
his voice rough. Hell. He could still see the imprint of Kyle’s
hand on that perfect ass. And he wanted to trace it with his
lips—then do the same.

“
Okay, that was what it
looked like.” Kyle swore and glanced back, turned
around.

Tania was standing now and
Drake caught a glimpse of her sleek hips, the bare mound of her sex
as Kyle smoothed her close-fitting skirt down, adjusted the white
blouse she was wearing, covering her.

She turned around,
presenting Kyle with her wrists, and Drake watched as Kyle pulled a
pocketknife out and sliced through the duct tape.

He dipped his head and
whispered to her and she glanced at Drake, then at Kyle, a faint
smile on her lips. She shrugged, murmured back.

Kyle stroked his hands up
and down her arms, then looked at Drake. “Look, we like to mess
around when we’re having sex sometimes. I don’t hurt
her.”

Tania slid an arm around
Kyle’s waist and smiled at Drake. “At least not any more than I
want him to.”

“
Damn it, Tania,” Kyle
growled.

Drake looked at her, then at
Kyle—that hot, slippery ball of envy growing hotter, tighter,
taking up just a little more room inside his heart. Setting his
jaw, he looked back at Tania. “You’re sure you’re not
hurt.”

She cocked
a brow at him. “Do I
look
hurt? Or even upset? A little embarrassed maybe,
but trust me, Drake… I’m fine.” Abruptly, she rose up on her toes
and whispered in Kyle’s ear.

Kyle gave her a pained look
and then laughed. “You’re a brat, baby.” Then he looked at Drake.
“She says you interrupted her game, but if you want to stay and
watch, you can. She’s always daydreamed about having somebody watch
her.” He gave his wife a narrow look and muttered, “Tania, you’re
such a tramp.”

She grinned at him. “You
love it.”

“
Yeah.” He groaned and
tugged her head back, kissed her hard and fast before he looked
back at Drake. “You can see for yourself I’m not hurting her, if it
will make you feel better. I’m supposed to finish it,
though.”

Drake just stared at
him.

Game—

Stay and watch—

He
squeezed his eyes closed.
Turn around. Walk
away
.

That was what he needed to
do.

But when he opened his eyes,
he saw that Kyle had his hand fisted in Tania’s hair, her head
cranked back for a harsh, rough kiss. With his other hand, he
shoved her skirt up. She jerked back, glared at him.

He laughed.

Drake
shifted his eyes from Tania to Kyle—that laugh didn’t quite sound
like Kyle. Too mean, too cold. But Tania’s eyes were bright,
hungry—the desire he saw on her face was unmistakable.
Fuck.

“
Stop it,” she
said.

“
No. You want it—I can
tell.”

“
Bastard.” She grabbed the
hand he’d pushed between her legs. But instead of pushing him away,
she rocked against it. Moaned. Her gaze slid his way and then back
to Kyle’s.

“
You’re soaking wet, baby.
Now tell me you don’t want this…”

Drake scrubbed a hand over
his face. He had to get out of here. Turning on his heel, he
started down the hall.

Just before he would have
been around the corner, out of sight, away from temptation and the
woman he couldn’t have, he looked back, though.

Kyle had her on the floor,
her wrists pinned over her head. Drake groaned as he watched Kyle
push inside her, groaned as Kyle paused and looked down at her.
“You go ahead and fight it. You sure as hell are wet for me. You
still want me to stop?”

“
Yes,” she
whimpered.

He watched as she jerked
against Kyle’s hands.

Kyle smiled down at her.
Whispered, “Beg me, bitch.”

“
Stop…please, Kyle, don’t do
this…”

Kyle surged against her,
hard. Fast.

Drake’s cock jerked. He
pressed his hand to the wall, his fist clenched, watched as Tania
jerked against Kyle, listened as she whimpered.

“
Stop, please…” Her head
thrashed, her legs came up and wrapped around Kyle’s
waist.

Abruptly Kyle let go of her
hands, caught her face. “Fuck, I love you,” he muttered.

She cried out, her body
arching, shuddering.

Watching her climax was one
of the most erotic and beautiful sights he’d ever seen.

Drake left before it
ended.

Drake came back to himself,
his cock as hard now as it had been then, and his heart every bit
as hollow.

Kyle had waited two days and
then shown up at the garage. In his typical blunt fashion, he had
said, “You know I wouldn’t ever hurt my wife.”

Drake had just nodded. “I
know. If I’d known what was going on, I would have left. I didn’t
think anybody was there—I was leaving something on the counter,
didn’t see either of your cars in the driveway, let myself in. I
just heard Tania and I thought…”

Kyle had known. No other
explanations had been needed.

Tania had mentioned that day
to him only once, a few months later. Ever since then, for as much
as it was mentioned, it was like the day hadn’t even
happened.

It would have been easier if
it hadn’t happened. Especially for Drake. Loving her, not having
her, was hard enough. Knowing she played games that not everybody
liked to play, games that played too close to the kind he was
into…

He swore, shoved a hand
through his hair. Just seeing her did this to him—tangled him into
knots of love and lust until he couldn’t see straight, couldn’t
think straight. He’d always been attracted to her, had started
falling in love with her back when she and Kyle had just been
dating.

But then he’d seen that and
it had been like a fever in his blood.

Never a good idea to fall in
love with a woman he couldn’t have, and for the past five years, no
other woman would really do it for him. He wanted her, only her,
and all of her.

But he was just her
husband’s friend.

One she’d invited over for
dinner tonight. Probably so she wouldn’t be alone.

“
Hell.”

Jerking down the zipper of
his coveralls, he headed for the shower at the back of his garage.
With his dick pounding and his skin feeling two sizes too small, if
he tried to work on anything right now, he’d just screw it
up.

He’d be in better shape if
he jerked off now. Maybe it would make it a little easier when he
saw Tania in a few hours.

Chapter Three

“
I want to ask you for a
favor,” she said, staring at him over her wineglass.

Drake told himself he could
get through this—he told himself he wasn’t about to lose it,
thinking about how sexy and sweet she looked in a short, flippy
little tan skirt that left too much leg bare. He told himself he
wasn’t all but drooling as he thought about the breasts under her
close-fitting, clingy black top.

He also told himself the
dinner had been delicious, but he couldn’t remember what it tasted
like or what he’d even eaten twenty minutes ago. Some kind of
chicken. He thought. Or maybe pork. Right?

No, he was too focused on
Tania, and the fact that she was sitting three feet away from him.
Too focused on the fact that his cock was throbbing like a bad
tooth and had been ever since she’d let him into her house an hour
earlier.

Her words
rang in his mind. She needed help—finally, though, something real,
something physical he could focus on. That would
really
help. Maybe her car
needed a tune-up, that was easy, although why she’d felt the need
to cook for him just to ask for that, he didn’t
know.

“
Anything.” He tipped his
beer bottle back, wetting his throat. Fuck it, she looked so
beautiful. She was sitting so close, he could smell the scent of
the lotion she’d slicked all over her skin. Good enough to eat, and
that was just what he wanted to do, too.

She grimaced and said,
“Maybe you should put the beer down. Stop drinking for a minute,
because I don’t want you to choke when I ask.”

“
Okay.” He smirked a little
and leaned forward, setting the bottle on the table. “Although I
don’t know what you could ask that would surprise me that much,
Tania.”

“
Five years ago.”

Okay—maybe
I was wrong. She can surprise me
.

Drake grabbed the bottle. “I
think I need the beer,” he muttered.

She smiled. “Five years
ago,” she said again. “You know what I like.”

He shifted his gaze to her,
all too aware of just how little distance separated them, all too
aware of that short, flippy skirt, of the sweet scent of her
skin…and just how acutely he remembered things from five years
ago.

You…on your
knees.

You…restrained and
begging.

You…looking at me with that challenge in your eyes, all but
daring me to watch while Kyle fucked you, while you pretended to
fight
—

“
Do you remember?” she
asked, her voice low and quiet.

“
Yes.” How could he forget
that?

“
Something about the way you
watched us made me think… Well, you weren’t turned off by it, were
you?”

“
I saw a beautiful woman
having sex—was I supposed to get turned off?”

Tania tilted her head to the
side. “That’s a roundabout non-answer. Okay. Let’s try this. Yes or
no—does that kind of thing appeal to you?”

“
Fuck, yes.”

“
And what if it involved
me?” Her lashes drooped low over her eyes and she stared at him,
her gaze heavy, intent.

Oh, hell. “You’re a
beautiful—”

“
Yes or no,
Drake.”

Because he needed the time
to stall, and because his throat was now dry as the Sahara, he took
another drink. Then he set the bottle back on the table. He didn’t
know for certain where she was going with this, but he was getting
a clue now.

The new
question was now—what was
he
going to do? Be her experimental foray back into
sex and get his heart ripped out? Or walk away?

He slid off the couch and
shifted so that he was facing her, kneeling in front of her.
Staring into her eyes, he put his hands on her knees, watching her
face.

Her lips parted on a rough
gasp but she didn’t pull away, didn’t even move as he pushed his
hands higher, higher, under the hem of that flippy little skirt
that had driven him insane all night.

Closing
his hands around her hips—
fuck
—her
naked
hips
, he pulled her to the edge. Her knees
parted automatically and he pressed the ridge of his cock against
her. “If it involves you? The answer, again, is fuck, yes,” he
said, his voice hardly more than a growl.