Compromising Positions (An Erotic Romance Novel) (16 page)

He pulled out and climbed into bed with her.

“What was that?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

He smiled. “What?”

“What you did to me? It was incredible.”

He stuck his tongue out. A silver ball sat in the middle.

“You?”

He waggled his eyebrows. “Fun, isn’t it?”

“I had no idea.”

“Why do you think they’re so popular?”

“To look cool?” She knew she sounded stupid, but she’d never thought much about it.

He laughed and gave her a squeeze. “There are so many things—wonderful, sexy, wild things—I can’t wait to show you.”

She sighed. “Mmmm. Sounds good. Lead the way. When do we begin?”

“Right now, if you want.”

She sighed. “I want.”

He grinned like a kid with a new toy. “Be right back.” He jumped up, grabbed her robe off the hook on the closet door, and wrapped it around himself.

He looked pretty damn cute in the short, pink terrycloth number. Another man might have looked ridiculous, but Gabe, even in pink terrycloth looked like such a man, so virile.

Moments later, her front door thumped closed, and she heard the deadbolt hit home.

And within another couple of heartbeats he was standing at the foot of her bed with a giant duffle bag.

“What’s that? Your clothes?” She leaned up on her elbows.

“Nope.” His grin was as wicked as a grin could get. “My toys.”

That expression was almost a little scary. “What kind of toys?”

“You’ll see—um, kinda—in a minute. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Well…” Her still thrumming pussy clenched in response, yet a part of her hesitated. She did trust him, didn’t she? He hadn’t done anything to her, that she hadn’t wanted. Quite the opposite, actually. So, why the twinge of apprehension? Because this was Gabe.

“This’ll really test your trust.” He dropped the bag on the floor and unzipped it.

She crawled to the foot of the bed to see what he was doing.

He pushed her back. “Uh uh. No peeking. Now. Sit on the edge of the bed.”

The authority in his voice sent another shockwave through her body. She felt herself heating up from the inside out as she scooted to the edge. A game! She’d never played a sex game before.

“Close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes, and was surprised when his first touch was on her face.

He tied a blindfold over her eyes. “How’s that?” He tugged at the corners and around her nose.

Oh…This was going to be one of those games.

She’d never played submissive before. “I can’t see a thing.” Her pussy slicked in anticipation as images of him teasing and spanking her shot through her mind.

“Excellent. Now,” he said in her ear. “The good stuff begins.” Those words pummeled her body, sending more juices to her pussy.

He forced her shoulders down on the bed and opened her legs. And with no warning, he parted her labia and lapped at her clit, slow, torturous circles that sent wave after wave of need through her body. All her muscles tensed as blood pumped through her at lightening speed. He nipped her clit, and a sharp blade of pleasure-pain shot up her spine. A finger delved into her sodden pussy, pumping in and out, in and out, and she opened her legs wider for him, wishing his cock would fill her completely.

Her breathing came in short bursts as she felt herself hurtling toward climax.

And then he stopped.

Her muscles instantly relaxed.

She heard the sound of metal, clicking, sliding. What the?…

He gripped her thigh and lifted it high, pressing her leg back toward her chest. He strapped something around it then did the same with the other leg. Next, he lifted her arms overhead and tied them wide apart.

Oh God! She was as exposed as she’d be on a gyno table, her legs spread, knees high, her pussy cooled by the air drifting down from the ceiling fan.

And she was as hot as she could be. Totally, completely turned on.

Then, her ass was lifted up and a pillow of some sort was slid under her. Now, her head was lower than her ass, her back resting on some sort of angled cushion.

She waited, listening, awash in anticipation and a tiny sliver of apprehension as he rummaged around in his bag of tricks. Her heart thumped in her chest, her senses alert to every sound and smell.

“Have you ever been fucked with a dildo?” he whispered.

His question sent an appealing image through her mind. Once, she’d had a friend who worked at one of those stores—the kind that sold sex toys and movies. She couldn’t begin to compute the times she’d almost gone in there to buy one but turned around at the last minute. She was such a coward. “Um. No.”

He chuckled.

Suddenly, those bindings felt just a little too tight, and her pussy felt just a little too open.

She felt something touching her stomach. Her muscles twitched under the soft touch, and goose bumps erupted over her skin. Her knees lowered.

“Don’t move or you’ll be sorry.”

She stopped. The way her pussy was throbbing, she knew he was right.

He pushed her knees back. “Leave them like this.”

Something touched her mouth. Soft. She licked, tasting him and a hint of herself. “Take me in your mouth.”

She opened wide and swallowed, suckling, her tongue pressed down against the bottom of her mouth by his width. He pulled out and she teased the head with her tongue, scraping her teeth over the velvety flesh until he groaned.

And then he was gone again. “For that, you get a reward.”

Her pussy juices streamed at the promise in those words.

The first touch was to her inner thigh. Something hard.

Snap.

It buzzed, sending deep vibrations into her thigh muscles. As he moved it up, her stomach muscles clenched. The vibrator slowly, torturously slid between her legs, skirted around her pussy, up over her pubic bone and then down the other leg.

That was a reward? Not in her book! That was more like a punishment. “Hey, about twelve inches higher, please!”

“You’re not complaining?” The vibrator disappeared. “Are you?”

Man, he was tough. “No.”

“I’m still not convinced.”

She forced herself to sound genuine. “No, I’m not complaining.”

She heard the hum again, and she felt herself smiling.

This time, it found its start at her stomach and traveled up, first to buzz over one nipple, bringing it to a quick erection, and then the other.

“Your body is so eager to please. I like that.” His voice was low, the sound of it humming through her like the vibrations of the sex toy.

He parted her ass cheeks and set the buzzing vibrator there, teasing her anus and pressing softly. She forced herself to relax, welcoming the vibrations inside as the vibrator delved deep.

Slam. Her body pulsed with an instant climax. Her ass throbbed, the muscles clenching and unclenching around the vibrator. Her arms and legs spasmed. Her lungs froze, and then she gasped for air. Her head swam.

“Mmmm.” He pulled the vibrator away. “What a good girl you are. I can’t wait to see what you do next.”

Next? He was going to do more? She was sure she’d die. Was sure every bit of energy she possessed had been spent. She was weak to the core, her pussy so inflamed she feared even the slightest touch would send bolts of white heat up her spine. “Please, no more.”

“What did you say?” His voice had lost all the rich, velvety smoothness it had possessed just a heartbeat ago.

“I can’t.”

“I’ll tell you what you can or cannot do.” He kissed her neck. “I’ve been easy on you. I didn’t even make you call me master, yet.”

“Yet?”

He chuckled, nibbling on her ear. “I know how much you love domination games.”

“You do? I do?” Okay, so what if he was teasing. She’d come—what? Two, three times? She’d never done that before. How could she possibly come again so soon? Her pussy was tired. Her ass was sore. Her arms and legs were trembling. Her mind was lost forever in a bog. “I think it’s been incredible. I mean, I’ve never… But now, I’ve had enough. Let’s cuddle. Multiple orgasms can be exhausting.”

“Exhausting? You mean this was grueling for you? I’ve taken my time pleasuring you, and you haven’t appreciated it?” he asked in a teasing voice.

“I have. It was great—better than great—but I’m tired.”

“Okay.” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “But I withhold the right to change your mind.”

She almost wondered what that meant. She couldn’t come up with a response.

Another touch, soft and tickly started at the insides of her knees, and unbelievably, her pussy came alive again. It tightened and slicked.

“How’s that?” He was close, his breath in her ear. He kissed her, his mouth tasting of her essence. It was sweet, mellow. His tongue slid into her mouth as his lips moved slowly over hers. It was a wonderfully erotic kiss, lazy, yet promising.

She moaned into his mouth, the sound echoing in her head. She felt another wave of heat settling between her legs.

And then she felt the lightest touch there, parting her lips and sliding up to her clit. When it hit its mark, her stomach muscles contracted, tilting her pelvis up toward the source of the touch. Slow, smooth circles traveled down around her vagina and up over her clit. Around and around, teasing her until she thought she’d have to beg for him to touch her inside.

But he had mercy, and slipped a finger inside, hooking it to touch the sensitive spot on the top inner wall.

“Oh…” She didn’t know she could react yet again, but there she was, knees up around her chin, her thigh muscles tight, her pussy wet and ready, all in response to what that man did with his mouth and hand. She was there again, soaring toward another climax. A wash of heat shot out from her center, reaching every minute part of her.

He stopped.

Oh no! That wasn’t fair. He’d gotten her all riled up again. Surely he wasn’t that cruel.

“Okay. Well, I guess I’m through now. Are you ready to be untied?”

No! “But. But I liked what you were doing. I was close.” It wasn’t easy talking in this position. In fact, she felt downright sluttish. Who ever heard of a woman spread open like this having to beg for it?

“I thought you were too tired.”

“No, I just thought I was.” He was going to make her beg! If she wasn’t so damn horny at the moment, she just might…do something, like hit him over the head. “Please?”

“Please what?” His voice was teasing. He was having fun with this? Jerk!

“Please fuck me,” she growled, adding a little intentional desperation for his pleasure. Anything to get that huge cock inside her to finish the job. Her body hummed from head to toe. She had a feeling this climax would be the best ever.

Without warning, he plunged inside, filling her. She yelped in both surprise and pleasure and gripped the coverlet in her hands as she braced herself for some real, down-and-dirty fucking. That was the only word for it.

He didn’t fool with the slow stuff, went right for a fast, hard hammering. And her body—every inch of it—appreciated the movement. She rocked her hips in time with him, taking him in as deep as she could. Every muscle in her body strained as more heat flashed over her. She felt the tingly sensation of an approaching orgasm.

And then, for a split second, she felt the added girth of his impending orgasm. It, and his finger rotating over her clit, pushed her over the edge and sent her soaring through a curtain of red and yellow light. Every part of her shuddered, her pussy milking every last drop of come from him.

He growled low like a bear. “Damn, woman!”

It didn’t stop, that incredible, unbelievable pulsing as she continued soaring. He slowed his movement, his cock twitching inside. And as he did, her orgasm eased, leaving her completely drunk, in a natural high.

He pulled out, and she cried out in protest. “Shhh.” He untied the blindfold, and she blinked at the dim light of her bedside lamp.

Fighting an urge to sleep like she’d never known, hardly able to keep her eyelids up, she smiled at him then glanced down at herself, bound, a metal bar between her thighs, held by black straps. It was a wild sight, and one that made her horny all over again.

Who would’ve thought she’d get into stuff like that?

He freed her from the bar, and the other one holding her wrists, and they snuggled in bed. She closed her eyes, relishing the smell of him, the sound of his slow breathing. The feel of his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders, and the lingering twitches of her last orgasm.

“So, what did you think of that?” he asked, a tiny sparkle of laughter in his voice.

She forced herself to sound nonchalant. “I guess I could keep you around for a while.”

He jacked himself up on an elbow and looked her in the eye, one finger under her chin. “You’d better. I know you’re too smart to throw away a man who would do anything in the world for you.”

“Would you?”

“Haven’t I proven that already?”

“Well, I have to admit, you’ve been really sweet. The job. Offering to loan me that money. I’ve never had a boyfriend be so generous before.”

“Boyfriend? Did you just call me your boyfriend?” He beamed.

She kissed the tip of his nose. “I suppose I can’t call you my enemy anymore. And friend just doesn’t fit.”

“I’ll take boyfriend, though I’d prefer fiancé.”

“You haven’t asked me to marry you yet.” She motioned toward her ring finger, surprised the conversation had taken such a serious turn so quickly. Did he really mean what he said? Could he really want to marry her? After such a short time?

He smacked his forehead. “Yeah. Guess I’m jumping the gun just a bit there.”

“I mean. We haven’t known each other…well, we have, but we haven’t. Oh, darn. What do I mean to say?”

“I think you’re scared shitless. But, sweetheart. That’s all right. I can take my time. Prove myself. In the end, you’ll be mine. That’s all I care about.”

“I hope you mean that. I really do. It just takes me a while. I’ve had such rotten luck with men.”

“That’s because you and I were destined to be together. No other man was good enough.”

She chuckled. The man was confident if nothing else. “Oh, so now you’re a prophet?”