Full Circle (16 page)

“Do you really want to do this?” he
asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you trust me?” His words bit from between
his lips on a rush of breath.

No question. “Yes.” She raised her wrists,
the scarf still draped across them, tempting him.

His gaze burned into hers, his body beyond
keyed up, his erection hard as a steel rod between her legs.

For several seconds, he didn’t speak, but she
could see his mind flying in the depths of his eyes.

Finally, he snatched the scarf from her
wrists and held it in front of her eyes. She closed them, and he
wrapped the scarf around her head, firmly knotting it at the
back.

“You’ve defied me,” he said. “You tried to
escape. And I warned you not to do that.” He lifted her off his lap
and set her aside. “I told you there would be repercussions if you
tried to get away from me.” His voice came from above, so she knew
he was standing.

There was the sound of fabric rustling, a
zipper unzipping. Then fabric ripping.

“Hold out your hands.”

She did, and he looped something soft—his
shirt? Had he torn off a piece of his own shirt?—around her wrists
several times before knotting it.

Then his voice came from directly beside her
ear, soft and tender. “If you want to stop, say ‘ginger.’ It’s
called a safe word. This is how I’ll know you’ve had enough and
don’t want to play anymore.”

She nodded.

“Say it now.”

“Ginger.”

“Good.”

Then he was standing over her once more.
“You’ve made me
very
angry.” He paced to her left. “How dare
you try to run! To
escape
! When I’ve been so
generous
to you!”

She jumped at the way he yelled, but instead
of scaring her, it heightened her awareness. When he’d said he
really played the part, he hadn’t been joking. But there was
something about the raw anger in his voice mixed with the knowledge
that this was just a game that spiked her arousal.

He paced back to the right so he was standing
in front of her again. She could almost feel the heat pouring from
his body and imagined his erection standing high and proud, hard as
stone. “What do you have to say for yourself? Are you even going to
try to deny that you were trying to escape?”

“I . . . I
don’t . . .” She licked her lips and swallowed. “I
wasn’t . . .” What would Mark want her to say? What
would take this scene to the next level for him? And for her? Maybe
imagining what a real kidnap victim would feel like in such a
situation would provide a clue. How would a woman, naked, bared to
her attacker, tied and blindfolded react?

Cowering, she lifted her bound arms and tried
to cover her breasts. She threw in a shiver to make it seem more
real.

“I’m afraid. Don’t hurt me.”

Mark went quiet, and Karma imagined he was
trying to determine whether she was being her or playing the
part.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, letting
him know she was okay. “I’m not using my safe word.” That should
reassure him she was simply playing her role. Not that she was
really afraid. Because she wasn’t. In fact, she was anything but
afraid. She was turned on. Unbelievably turned on.

She cringed away, hoping to pull him back
into the scene. “You’re scaring me.”

It only took a moment for Mark to recover.
“I’m scaring you?” He surged forward and shoved her knees apart
with his legs, making her gasp as electricity zinged up her thighs
into her core. “You certainly didn’t seem scared of me or what I’d
do to you when you tried to run away.”

“I’m sorry.” She covered her breasts, feeling
his eyes on her.

“Oh, no you don’t. Don’t cover yourself.” He
tugged on her arms.

She resisted, crying out. “Please don’t hurt
me.”

“Hurt you?” He finally pulled her hands away,
possessively planting one of his large hands on her breast,
squeezing. “This is mine. Do you understand?
Mine.
” His palm
shot to her other breast and squeezed it even harder. “And I’m
going to do worse than hurt you.”

His voice was so
powerful . . . so dominating. He said he didn’t get
into Domination and submission games, but if he ever wanted to, his
voice alone could make her come. She was damn near soaking the
cushion she was sitting on, he had her so hot.

This role-play thing was intense, even though
she was doing a lousy acting job.

“What do you mean? W-what are you going to do
to me?”

There was a quiet thump as if he’d fallen to
his knees between her legs, and then his arms brushed her outer
thighs as he clutched her dress, which was still bunched around her
waist, and pulled it, along with her drenched panties, down her
legs. She heard the soft whisper of fabric hitting the cushion
beside her.

Then his hands were on hers, and he pulled
her arms over her head, behind her. She felt the cold metal railing
slide smoothly over her knuckles, felt him tugging and tying, and
then her arms were restrained. He’d tied her to the rail.

“You want to know what I’m going to do to
you?” he said, yanking her hips to the edge of the cushion.

“Y-yes.” Jesus, she was lit up. Her skin had
to be glowing red, she was so hot.

“I’m going to make you love me. I’m going to
give you so much pleasure that you’ll never want to leave me
again.”

His tongue flicked its way down her stomach,
making her pant. His fingers lightly stroked their way up the
insides of her thighs, making her legs tremble. Every stimulus
elicited an equal response, and she was nearly vibrating out of her
skin with the need to come.

Then he shoved her legs open wide, and his
mouth landed hard at the apex of her body, his tongue diving deep
as the front of his teeth and his upper lip pressed against her
clit.

Arching violently, she blew apart, pulling on
her restraints, crying out, gasping toward the sky, even though she
couldn’t see anything but darkness blotched with shifting, glowing
orbs from having her eyes closed so long and her body so abruptly
pleasured.

His body slid up hers. “See how easily you
come for me?” He kissed her between gasps. She could taste herself
on his lips, feel the wetness of her release on his chin as he
opened and claimed her tongue with his. “See how easily you could
love me?”

She nodded, breathless. More, more, more! She
wasn’t near finished.

He pulled away, leaving the front of her body
exposed to the cooling breeze. Her orgasm still cycled through her
muscles, liquefying her limbs, quivering inside her belly.

She heard the crinkle of cellophane. Heard
the satisfying rip of the packet . . . his moan as
he rolled the condom on and stroked her thigh.

“You’re so wet. So fucking wet for me.” His
thumb stroked between her labia. Then he drew his hand away. A
moment later, he moaned. “And you taste incredible.”

Had he sucked her juices off his thumb? Just
the thought brought a broken groan from inside her chest.

“You like hearing me talk about how good you
taste, don’t you?” He smeared his entire hand between her legs.
Then he cupped her and drove his thumb inside her still-trembling
core. She practically hung from the railing now, draped off the
cushioned seat like lax sinew, moaning with every breath. “You’re a
naughty girl. You like it dirty, don’t you?” He pulled his hand
from between her legs.

She jumped when he swiped his fingertips
against her lips. The musky scent of her arousal filled her
nostrils, and she inhaled deeply.

“That’s it. Smell how hot you are for me.” He
probed between her lips and against her teeth with his thumb.
“Taste yourself on my hand.”

She did. She sucked his thumb into her mouth,
clamping down with her teeth as she swirled her tongue around and
around, lapping up every drop of what he’d offered.

“Fuck!” The word snapped from his throat like
a reflex. “You’ve never done that before. So fucking hot. I wish
you could feel what that does to me.”

He’d fallen completely out of character, and
yet, he hadn’t. He was Mark, her boyfriend, and Mark, her
kidnapper, all in one.

Sucking her mouth off the tip of his thumb,
she let her head fall back, surrendering completely. What he was
doing to her . . . the way he was making her
feel . . . she’d never felt more lascivious. More
wanton. More unabashed and sexual and unbelievably aroused.

“Fuck me. God, please fuck me.”

Before she could process what was happening,
he grabbed her feet and flipped her to her stomach. The way he’d
tied her to the rail didn’t restrict her movement, and her head
hung between her upper arms as he pressed against her lower back,
making her body arch. Thank God for yoga.

The head of his cock slicked her up and down,
and then he drove forward, impaling her as she cried out. Her
insides clenched, preparing for orgasm number two.

The cushions dipped down on either side of
her, so she knew he’d braced himself on his arms.

“You have such a fine ass.” He forcefully
punched his hips forward, making her cry out as their bodies
slapped together. “Maybe I should fuck you there. See if you like
it as much as you like me fucking your pussy.”

Shit, she was going to come again. Now. Just
from his brash language and hearing him threaten her with anal
sex.

“I’m coming . .  I’m coming!”
She fell against the couch, her insides pulsing around his cock as
he pounded into her.

“You like that, don’t you?” His deep voice
practically growled out the words. “You want me to fuck your ass.
Don’t deny it.”

Right now, she couldn’t even think, let along
deny him anything. She shook her head then nodded. Damn, she wasn’t
even sure what he’d asked and whether she should answer yes or
no.

“Yes.” She could barely speak. Her words
sounded more like harsh exhales. “My ass. Fuck my ass.”

Right now, it didn’t matter what it was. If
Mark wanted to do it to her, she wanted him to do it. She was in
nirvana, a state of euphoria. The word “no” didn’t exist here.

“Jesus!” His body stiffened midthrust and
shuddered almost immediately. “Fuck! I’m coming.” He fell over her
back, pumping hard as he grunted through each spasm.

She hung from the rail like wet laundry on a
clothesline. Slack, unable to move, hands relaxed as he spent
himself then fell still.

Mark trembled and gasped through one final
ripple of pleasure as he pushed himself off her back and pulled
out. He untied her wrists, took off the blindfold, then wrapped a
large, orange and aqua beach towel around her before pulling her
down into the crook of his arm as he laid back on the couch.

She nestled against him, her head on his
shoulder, her fingers playing through the sweat-soaked hair on his
chest. When she glanced up at his serene, blissed-out face, she saw
that his hair lay in damp tendrils against his forehead. His eyes
were closed, but he cracked his eyelids and looked at her as if
he’d felt her watching him.

The corners of his mouth rose sublimely. “Are
you okay?”

Her body sang with warmth and love and
everything that made her feel like a woman. “Yes. Are you?”

He nodded. “That was . . .” He
sighed, letting his gaze drift toward the stars.

“Hot.” She filled in the blank.

“I was going to say fucking intense, but hot
works.” His chest rose and fell heavily as he continued to
recover.

She rested her cheek on his shoulder again.
“I think I understand now why you like role-play sex so much.”

He chuckled and brushed back her hair. “And
that was nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Mm-hm. Just wait until we do a whole
scene.”

“That wasn’t a whole scene?”

“Huh-uh. I’m talking start to finish.
Inception to conclusion. Where it plays out from when we meet to
when we fuck.”

Why did her heart always skip a beat when he
used
fuck
that way?

“So, role-playing isn’t just about the
sex?”

“It is for some people, but not for me. I
like the buildup. I like developing a scene and acting it out. For
example, let’s say I want to play the part of a racecar driver who
needs to learn to slow down in life. And maybe you’re a
professional women’s basketball player taking a break at the end of
the season. We meet at a spa.”

“That would mean we’d need to make
reservations at a spa, right?”

“Exactly. You and I would develop our
characters, go off to our romantic weekend, where we’d book
separate rooms, and then manipulate the scene as we go.”

“Are you saying it would be spontaneous?”

He laughed. The sound was joyous and free.
“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”

She giggled. “Not any time soon.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Well, you’re
right. It would be more or less spontaneous. We’d meet and make up
the rest as we go, improvising as we consummate the role-play
relationship on up to the point where we say good-bye and return
home.”

“So, what we just did was only acting out the
consummation.”

“Yes.” He hugged her more securely against
him. “But you were perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

She rolled her eyes. “I felt like my acting
was horrible.”

“Not at all. I really thought you were afraid
and had forgotten your safe word. I almost stopped. You were that
convincing.”

“I sensed that, which is why I said what I
said.”

“I’m glad you did.” He caressed her arm and
swallowed a yawn. “So, was there anything about it you didn’t like?
Do you have any questions?”

“No, but ask me again later. I’m still
floating on cloud nine right now.” She snuggled closer, draping her
leg over his. “I might think of some questions after I come back to
Earth.”

His body sank more deeply into the cushions.
“In BDSM, they call that getting into your subspace. Or some call
it headspace.”