Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (21 page)

He growled, crowded in
closer. Harder. Faster—

“
I’m going to come, Tawny.
Do I come down your throat or stop?” The hold on her hair eased
enough that she could pull away.

She responded by catching
his hips and taking as much of him as she could.

Beautiful—so damn
beautiful.

She was squirming, just like
he’d hoped she would, her legs pressed together, her hips rocking.
She was flushed, too, the blush spreading up from the vee of her
blouse up over her neck.

Her lips stretched wide
around his cock and she hummed as she took him to the back of her
throat, the vibration shooting all the way down to his
balls.

“
Tania, damn it…” He
groaned, his head falling back.

This was every wet dream,
every late-night fantasy, and every lonely day dream he’d ever
had—Tania, here, with him…even it was just for a while, and even if
it was for the wrong reasons.

No, don’t
think about that right now
—.

Just think about
her.

Just her and that hot, sweet
mouth…

The top of his cock felt
like it was going to come off, he thought, shuddering as he
climaxed, shooting off in her mouth. She continued to move, taking
it, sucking it, then swirling her tongue across his head, working
every last drop from him before she swallowed and pulled
away.

His legs felt like they were
going to buckle and he sank onto the couch, staring at her with a
dazed look.

Shaken, he closed his eyes.
“Damn.”

When he looked back at her a
minute later, she was smiling and the shadows that had darkened her
gaze for the past few years were gone. It wouldn’t last, he knew,
but it was a step.

“
I think that alone could
ruin me for other women,” he said.

Hell,
she
had
ruined him for other women, but that had happened years
ago.

He’d tried for a light tone
but failed.

She licked her lips, like
she was lingering and enjoying his taste. Then she grinned at him.
“I liked that.”

“
I can tell.” He couldn’t
stop from smiling back. His cock twitched, stirred against his
belly. “You might want to enjoy it a little less obviously before
you tempt me hard again.”

She continued to smile,
lifting her hands to smooth her hair back. The movement lifted her
breasts, drew her black shirt against her nipples—nipples that were
tight and hard.

“
You’re turned on,” he
whispered, staring at her erect nipples.

Blood turned her cheeks
pink.

“
Answer me.”

“
Was it a question?” she
replied. Then she shrugged and nodded. “Yes. I liked doing that to
you. I’ve always liked it, but that was easy. I felt…well, in
control.”

“
You
couldn’t be in any more control if you had me on
my
knees. You damn near
turned me into putty,” he said honestly. “Unbutton your
shirt.”

She blinked.

And just like that, the
wariness returned.

Drake lifted a brow. “You
ready to call it quits for the night?”

She chewed on her lip for a
second. Then shrugged and reached up and unbuttoned her shirt,
revealing a black lace bra. The bottom halves of the cups were
opaque, solid, lifting her breasts and pushing them together and
up. The tops of the cups were lace, revealing her erect
nipples.

“
Nice.” He sat up, moving
slowly, giving her a chance to back off, to call it quits. She
didn’t, just watched his hands as he pushed the lace and silk down
below her breasts. “Pretty tits,” he whispered, staring at her face
and watching to see what she did.

Her mouth fell open on a
gasp and her eyes went dark and glassy.

“
I want to
get you off one more time, want to know that you’re thinking about
me, about what we can do, what
I
can do to you.” He caught her nipples in his
fingers, plucked them lightly. “How do you like to be touched
here?”

“
Harder than that…just a
little.”

As he pinched her nipples
this time, her head fell back on a ragged groan.

“
Nice, very
nice…”

“
Drake, please.”

“
How do you want me to get
you off?” he asked. “With my hands? With my mouth?”

“
I…I don’t care.
Just…please…”

“
Lay back.” He waited until
she did, then he pushed her legs open, forced her knees to bend. “I
want you to grab your ankles, hold them.”

She stared at him,
panting.

“
Do it.”

Slowly she reached down,
grabbing her ankles, holding them tight against her ass.

“
Now, pretend…just pretend,”
he whispered gruffly. “You loved being restrained before. Think
about how hot you used to feel…and I can tell you that you were
damn hot. Damn sexy. Just like you are now…pretty lady…”

Her lashes drooped over her
eyes, her face flushed.

“
That’s it. You’re all tied
up for me now and I love it. But remember, if it gets to be too
much, you can let go, at any time, and it’s done. Okay?”

“
Okay.” Her voice shook and
he saw the nerves darken her eyes. Nerves, fear…

“
Are you sure?”

She nodded
jerkily.

Stroking one hand down her
inner thigh, he bent over her, nuzzled her naked sex. “You smell
hot,” he growled. “Are you hot for me?”

“
Yes.”

“
Then tell me…tell me you
want me, tell me you want my mouth on you.”

“
Drake…I
want your mouth on me,
please
…” She cried out the last part
and arched her hips up.

He groaned and pressed his
mouth against her, slipping his hands under her ass and lifting her
up. “Yeah, you do, don’t you?” He pressed his mouth to
her.

She shrieked.

Curling his tongue around
her clit, he groaned as she shuddered and pressed herself harder
against his mouth. “Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re hot, all right. All
tied up and open and ready for me to fuck, aren’t you?”

“
Yes…please…oh,
please…”

Drake squeezed her ass
tighter, lashed down the vicious hunger raging through him. She was
so hot, so fucking hot and wet, and when he looked from the corner
of his eye, she was still gripping her ankles.

He could have tongued her
all night. She arched against him, her spine bowing up.

“
I like your taste,” he
rasped, looking up at her. “I don’t think I want you to come
yet.”

He nibbled at her inner
thigh and listened as she cried out, her voice frustrated. “What’s
wrong, baby?”

Lifting his head, he looked
at her and glimpsed her fingers uncurling from one ankle. “Are you
letting go?” he asked her, resting his chin on her pubic
bone.

She groaned and gripped her
ankles, arching her hips higher. “No—damn it, Drake, put your mouth
back on me.”

He kissed her pubis.
“Where…here?”

“
No.” Her head thrashed on
the table.

He nuzzled her curls. “What
about here?”

“
No, damn it!”

“
Tell me,” he
ordered.

She bit her lip and then
groaned. “My pussy, damn it. Put your mouth on me
there.”

“
Good
girl…” He licked her, pushed his tongue deep, shuddered as she
keened out his name and bucked against him. Then he lifted up,
growled, “Although maybe I should say
bad
girl.
”

Pushing one finger inside
her, he looked up at her. “Are you a good girl or bad girl,
Tawny?”

“
Whatever you want me to
be,” she panted, rocking up against him. “Just please make me
come.”

“
I want you to tell me what
you are…at least right now. What you want to be.” He stroked her
deep, added a second finger, pumping them in, then out.

Tania rode his hand, still
gripping her ankles, her teeth sinking into her lip.

“
Are you a
good girl, baby? Or do you want to be my bad girl?
My
bad girl…my little
slut?”

She shuddered. Her eyes
glazed over and she stared at him. “Your bad girl, Drake. I want to
be your little slut.”

His—

Closing
his eyes for a brief moment, he imagined, let himself
wonder…
If only
…
There were words trapped inside him, words he’d wanted to give her
for years, but he couldn’t. This wasn’t anything personal on her
part—he had to remember that.

It was a knife in his chest,
too, because his love, his need for her was a burn in his gut, in
his heart.

“
My girl,” he whispered
against her soft, swollen, wet flesh. Licking her, praising,
kissing, worshipping, he muttered, “My bad girl…my little slut, if
that’s what you want. I just want you to be mine.”

Always
… He wouldn’t voice that—it
wasn’t allowed. But he could show her.

He put all of that into
every touch, every stroke. She might not be his forever, but she
was his for now, and damn it, she’d remember this.

When he brought her to
climax at last, she was begging and pleading, and her knuckles were
bloodless from gripping her ankles. When he lifted his head, she
stared at him, breathing ragged, a faint smile on her face. She
licked her lips and then muttered, “Damn, Superman.”

He
chuckled as he scooped her up in his arms. “I take it that’s a
good
Superman
,
right? Not a ‘stop’ thing?”

“
If it was much better, I
think I’d need CPR.” She snuggled against his chest, her body loose
and limp. “Although maybe we do need to stop. I don’t want you to
do CPR on me.”

There was a peace on her
face he hadn’t seen in months, longer.

Hell. He might be walking
around with a knife in his chest, but if he could put that look on
her face, he guessed it was worth it.

Tania smiled up at him. “You
going to tuck me into bed?” she asked drowsily.

“
Yeah.” He pressed his lips
to her brow. “You need some rest.”

She sighed. “I won’t sleep.
I’m tired, but I won’t sleep.” A thought occurred to her, and then,
before she could bite it back, she blurted it out. “Will you stay
with me? I mean, just to sleep?”

He glanced down at her.
Then, before he answered, he used his elbow to hit the light in her
room. “Are you sure you want that?”

“
Yeah. I…well, I think maybe
I’d sleep, at least. I don’t sleep much anymore. Especially not
this time of year.”

“
Then I’ll stay.”

“
Thank you.” She sighed,
feeling more at peace than she’d felt for the past year. She might
not sleep at all, she knew.

He laid her on the bed,
pausing long enough to kick off his shoes and shuck his
shirt.

“
I should clean up,” she
mumbled.

“
You should rest,” he said,
slipping into bed next to her.

She could always do it when
she woke back up in an hour. She wouldn’t be able to sleep more
than that anyway.

Yeah. She’d do it
then.

She was asleep in less than
five minutes, and she barely stirred all night long.

Chapter Four

Drake was awake before
six.

Normally, he’d be rolling
out of bed, hitting the street for a run, then a shower before he
headed into his garage.

But he’d told Tania he’d
stay with her.

He’d be here when she woke
up.

If it was any other woman,
he would have woken her, let her know he had to go.

But not her. Not
Tania.

For one, he didn’t want to
startle her. He knew what had happened—now in detail—the last time
she’d been in this room with a man, not that it had been at all
voluntary. He wouldn’t risk scaring her for the world. Work be
damned. They opened a little later on Saturdays, anyway.

For another, it was a simple
and sweet pleasure to lie there and watch her as the dawn faded
away into morning, sunshine streaming down through a narrow opening
in her curtains to gild her warm brown hair with touches of
gold.

Around
seven, he grabbed his phone from the table and texted a message to
his manager, telling him he’d be late getting in. He silenced the
phone next, anticipating Lou’s response—it came less than two
minutes later.
You sick?

No. Personal. Be in
later.

Then he put the phone down,
ignoring any other message.