Full Court Press (30 page)

She leaned into the kiss and her lips were soon sticky and sweet with the honey. Beck kept his mouth over hers as he pushed her flat on the bed, causing her to moan as he straddled her hips.

Beck’s hand snaked around her throat before he pulled away from the kiss. She drew in a couple of big breaths before licking her lips, tasting the honey. What was he up to?

Beck just smiled, as if he knew something she didn’t. He pulled his shirt over his head and rolled off her to sit facing her on the bed.

She sat up and watched as he trickled a line of honey between his pecs.

“It looks like I’ve made a little mess.”

She smiled and leaned forward to lick his chest clean, making one long trail up the center of his chest. The honey tasted good, and the sugar revved up her energy.

Beck leaned back a little and dripped some honey down near his naval.

Her tongue cleaned this up also, but this time she used her teeth to nip at his skin lightly, her fingers resting on his muscular hips.

He laughed. “Do you like that?”

She just smiled and bent down to kiss around his nipple, using her actions to speak louder than words.

“That’s good.” Beck let her kiss his chest for a bit longer before gently drawing her head away. “Let’s try something a little different then.”

She waited eagerly as he leaned toward his bedside table. When he straightened back up, he had a pair of handcuffs in his grasp.

Her eyes widened as he picked up one of her wrists. “Do you have the keys?” she asked before he closed the metal cuff.

He looked into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded without hesitation, and he closed the cold metal over her wrist. “Good. Now turn around.”

She slid around on the bed to give him her back.

He pulled both arms behind her and attached the handcuff to the other wrist securely. Then his voice was in her ear. “How’s that?”

She nodded and tested the cuffs. They were secure and did their job, making her feel helpless.

“Let’s try this again then, shall we?” He turned her back around before leaning back on his elbows and dripping some honey just above the line of his jeans.

She straddled his legs and bent over, a little off balance at first, but managed to lick the spot clean. Beck’s hand threaded in her hair, steadying her but also keeping her in place until he was satisfied that the spot was clean enough. He continued this, dripping honey on his chest and abs while using a hand in her hair to guide her. The handcuffs had more of an effect on her than she expected. They were so basic yet they worked like magic to turn her on. She wanted to touch him—his chest, abs, and ribs, but she wasn’t going to get that privilege.

Beck released her hair and trickled some honey on his collarbone. She used the freedom to show a little appreciation. After cleaning the honey, she continued to kiss up his neck and jaw. Finally, she got a response from him. His hand came up and cupped her breast, urging her on.

She nipped at his skin lightly, sucking and licking until his hand in her hair pulled her away. Then the honey was in her mouth again. She took it until he pulled it out from between her lips and then pulled her down for a kiss.

As he kissed her, his hands roamed across her back, sliding down to cup her ass while it stuck up in the air. He grasped the handcuffs and gave a light tug, pulling her lips away from his own.

He smiled. “Now that we’ve established that you like being in cuffs, go sit over there.” He pointed toward the top of his bed where his pillows were.

She obeyed, moving on her knees to where he had pointed and fiddled with the cuffs a little more.

Beck came back at her and reached both hands behind her to unlock her cuffs. She wanted to protest but within seconds, he had them back on. He jerked her down into a laying position with her arms over her head and reattached the restraints after threading them around one of the vertical bars on his bed.

Now her arms were trapped above her head. She pulled against the metal but to no avail. Beck reached under her to unclasp her bra, pushing it up her arm to rest around her wrist.

She squirmed when Beck cupped a breast, dropping down to kiss it lightly before moving on to her underwear. He tugged the black lace off quickly before pushing her legs apart to his liking.

He sat back and looked at her, seeming to be satisfied.

“Beck...”

“Yes?” he asked, leaning over her with the bottle of honey.

“When—” She cut herself off when Beck trickled some honey several inches below her belly button. His head dropped down to lick the honey off, his tongue taking a little initiative to tease her while it was down there.

Carmondy moaned even though he had barely even gotten started. She couldn’t help but to swivel her hips against the sheets in anticipation.

Beck didn’t go any lower. Instead, he trailed honey over other parts of her torso, around her belly button, along her ribs, and on her breasts. His tongue took some extra time on her nipples, and she relaxed against her handcuffs. He was being oddly methodical and had yet to try to get her worked up. He was still just playing with her.

She moaned softly and arched her back when his teeth sank into the skin over her collarbone. His lips left a warm sticky trail up her throat and to her mouth until he was kissing her. He let his chest rest against hers, and she felt the stickiness created by the honey.

Once he was satisfied that he had kissed her thoroughly, he sat back again and looked at her. She shifted her body as his gaze roamed over her. “I think you’re ready for your shower, don’t you?”

She nodded and he reached for her wrists. He unlocked one of the cuffs momentarily before locking them again so her wrists were in front of her. He opened the drawer beside his bed again and pulled out another pair of handcuffs, holding them up, “Just in case. And if you’re wondering, they have different keys.” He stood up from the bed and looked back at her. “Come,” he commanded, not offering her assistance as she half-crawled, half-squirmed off the bed.

She followed him into the bathroom and wondered what the extra set of cuffs was for. He reached in the large shower stall and turned the water on before shutting the door to keep the steam in.

When he turned back to her, she saw he had stepped into the dominating role by the look on his face. She felt a sudden urge to do something for him, anything.

“Uh, can I do that?”

“Do what?”

“Err...undress you?”

“Do it.”

Still on her knees, she used her cuffed hands to unzip his jeans since the button was still undone from earlier. She pulled his jeans and boxers down at the same time and watched as his bare feet stepped free of them. She folded them carefully and set them to the side before sitting back on her knees.

A quick stolen glance up at his face told her that he was satisfied with her. His hand slipped around the back of her neck and assisted her to her feet before tilting her head back to catch her gaze. He drew her into the shower with him and closed the door behind them. There were two showerheads but he only turned one on before pushing her under the spray. The showerhead was the rounded kind and was actually a handset, fully movable with the long hose. Currently, it was clipped to the ceiling for a regular shower.

Beck waited until she was thoroughly soaked from the shower before he reached above her head, unclipped the shower handset from the ceiling and slid it to the floor. Then he grabbed the spare set of handcuffs and locked one end around the short chain connecting her wrists before lifting her hands and locking the other end of the spare cuffs to the ring mounted to the ceiling that normally held the handset.

Luckily, she had long limbs. Her arms were only partially extended to reach the ceiling, not uncomfortably so.

Beck stepped back to admire his handiwork, walking around her easily in the wide shower stall. His fingers skimmed her naked stomach and back.

She shifted on her feet, giving the handcuffs a little tug but the mount on the ceiling wasn’t the cheap kind.

“Beck?” She tried to look over her shoulder to see where he was but suddenly his body was against her back, his arms slipping around her torso to touch her breasts and reach between her legs.

Then he was in front of her, pressing his body against hers, his fingers tight on her ass. “I don’t remember telling you to talk,” he said into her ear. “Now say you’re sorry.” He lifted her hips so that he could slide his erection between her thighs.

She gasped. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled away. “That doesn’t sound like you mean it.”

She bit her lip and tried to move closer to him, but the cuffs didn’t give her much slack. “I do mean it.”

Beck frowned and put a hand to her face, pushing her wet hair back. “Again, I don’t remember giving you permission to talk.” He sighed and looked disappointed. He picked up the handset from the floor and reattached it to the ceiling; it fit into the holder even with the handcuff in it.

Carmondy tried to drop her head so that the spray didn’t run down her face but Beck lifted her chin with a pointed look, letting her know that she wasn’t supposed to look down. She kept her head up, the warm water streaming down her face and body.

Beck stepped away and turned on the other showerhead. He stood under the spray and ran his hands through his cropped hair before reaching for the shampoo.

Dammit, he was gonna take a shower right in front of her, making her watch.

She watched as he lathered his hair, the suds running down his body with agonizing slowness. She wanted to beg him to let her do that, to let her wash him. She shifted, wanting to say something. He glanced at her, and she looked at him imploringly.

“Did you have something you wanted to say?”

She nodded.

“Go ahead.”

“Can I...do that?”

“Do what?” he teased, running a soapy hand over his abs, down between his legs.

“Wash you?”

He thought about it for a moment, still touching himself. “Are you going to do a good job?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, I promise.”

His hand reached out and a couple fingers teased between her legs, his lips brushing hers. “Say please.”

“Please,” she gasped out, not sure if she was begging him to let her wash him, or begging him to get her off.

He smiled and reached up to unlock the cuff that held her hands to the ceiling, leaving her wrists locked together.

Once he stepped back under the spray, she followed, reaching for his bodywash and a washcloth but he stopped her. “Use your hands.”

She nodded and lathered up her hands the best she could. He stood still and watched her intently as she washed his shoulders and chest. His steel-gray eyes made her shiver, so she kept her eyes down as she washed his pecs and abs.

Before moving lower, she circled around behind him to wash his back, marveling at his muscles as she ran her soapy palms over them. She wished she could wrap her arms around him but her wrists were still locked together.

She came back around to his front before dropping to her knees. She started at his ankles and washed upwards. Glancing up, she saw that he was still watching her calmly. His hand reached out and threaded into her hair, stroking it back from her face.

She continued washing his legs, trembling a little bit as his hand continued to stroke her hair possessively. When she was done, she reached for his erection, looking up at him for permission.

He smirked lightly and his hand cradled the back of her head. “Do what you want, sweetheart.”

She gulped, wanting to give him more than a hand job. He hadn’t said it, but she desperately wanted to try something she’d never tried before. She gripped him lightly with both hands, since they were still locked together. She found herself wanting to wrap her mouth around him for the second time that day, and she’d never had the urge to do that with her old boyfriend.

“Whatever you plan on doing down there, you better hurry up,” he warned.

She wanted to, she did, but she was scared, knowing he had probably gotten amazing head from several other girls. She probably wouldn’t compare. She just didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t want to disappoint him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand in her hair as he tilted her head back to look at him.

She shook her head. “I- I can’t.”

Beck abruptly reached down with his other hand and grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet.

At first, she thought he was angry, but then he pushed her back again the tile wall and kissed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth and took control, letting her know that he was still in charge but it was soothing at the same time, as if he was saying she could trust him and everything was all right.

When his lips released hers, she gasped, pulling in a breath. “I don’t understand.”

Beck smiled knowingly and put a finger to her lips. His other hand dropped down to cup her breast. “You’re not very good at following rules.”

She dropped her head. Even though she knew she wasn’t supposed to talk, she felt like she had to say something. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Beck hands stilled. “Fuck.” In a flash, he had her hands back up to the ceiling, locking her wrists above her head again.

She was a little startled but then he lifted one leg so her knee pressed against his side and pushed into her without warning. Not that it mattered; she had been warmed up since he had first put the cuffs on her.

“You can’t go saying things like that,” he said, kissing her lips. “You have no idea how hot it makes me to think that you want to please me.”

Carmondy moaned and pulled at the cuffs. She expected the sex to be hard and fast, but somehow he just kept going and going, until she was completely exhausted. Water ran down their bodies from the warm shower. Her leg that remained on the floor started to tremble so he grabbed her ass tightly to support her while also aiding his thrusts.

She moaned his name and relaxed her body in his hold. This was what she craved, her body being in someone else’s control. It was comforting in a wildly uninhibited way. It felt good, in more ways than one, to be dominated by Beck. Sex with him was consuming, overwhelming, amazing, almost too much to handle. Almost