High Stakes Chattel (14 page)

She gasped and pressed against his hand, arching into his touch, pure fire in his hands.
He continued to rub her and kiss her, plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth. 

“Nico
…” she sobbed, clutching his back as he kept on stroking and teasing her. Then suddenly she cried out, convulsing around him and saying his name.

At that moment
, Nico heard another noise that sounded like an approaching horse outside.

Shaking, wanting her so badly he thought he might die, he forced himself to give her one last tender kiss, then stepped away. “
We better get dressed,” he told her hoarsely. “I hear John returning, and I don’t want him to find us here like this.”

He left her standing there, looking delectable in her boy’s shirt and nothing else, wishing he had the right to take her to his bed and keep her there.

Samantha pulled on her clothes with trembling hands, unsure whether to cry or throw something.
Again he’d given her more pleasure than she’d thought possible, and then just walked away. It was as if the entire thing hadn’t affected him at all. Didn’t he want her?

Somehow, she managed to get through the rest of her day, but her mind whirled with thoughts of him and what had passed between them that afternoon. He’d had so many chances now to make love to her, yet for some reason he always pulled away.
Was there something wrong with him or did he still think he was protecting her? Did he see her as some innocent virgin who wasn’t to be trifled with?

First of all she wasn’t a virgin. She’d been married. And yes, if people were to find out everything that was going on here she would most likely be shunned.
But none of those thoughts stopped her from wanting to be with him.

When she finally returned to her room, she’d thought about it enough to come to the conclusion that he did want her. She wasn’t sure why he kept holding back, but perhaps the time had come to take matters into her own hands. She slowly changed into her nightgown, lost in thought. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the cold
windowpane, remembering the “penalty” she’d had to pay when losing to him in Chattel.

There was no reason why she couldn’t turn the tables on him. What if she tied him up this time and had her own wicked way with him? A smile curved her lips and she stepped away from the window, searching the room for something that would work to restrain him.

She finally settled for the fabric ropes that held back the curtains. Before she could change her mind, she took a deep, calming breath, then opened her door and slipped out into the hall.

No one was about, thankfully, because she would have had a hard time explaining herself were anyone to question why she was sneaking around in the dead of night in her nightgown with two silken cords.   

When she reached Nico’s room, she saw a light shining from under his door. He was still awake. She didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. She’d envisioned tying him up while he was sleeping and then waking him up so sensually that he wouldn’t question her. 

When she let herself in, she found him reading in bed, bare-chested like before. Before he could say anything she put her finger to her lips to silence him and quietly closed the door.

He looked at the rope in her hands with a questioning glance as she approached the bed. “Have you come to strangle me, my dear?”

“Shhh. Give me your hand.” 

He complied with a curious and challenging look in his eyes. She proceeded to tie his hand to the bedpost.

“Nice slip knot. Do you mind telling me what you are doing?”

“Other hand, please,” she said, smiling at his compliment. She was actually quite proud of her knot-making abilities and was glad he wasn’t protesting. He watched her with a speculative, passionate gleam in his eyes as she tied his other hand to the bedpost.

“Now what are you going to do to me?” he asked, lifting one dark brow in challenge.

“I’m sure you’re familiar with this procedure. I haven’t forgotten the treatment I received against your windows.”

He laughed softly. “Turnabout is fair play, I suppose.”

She grinned and slowly pulled back the blankets, revealing his naked body in all its glory. Although she had seen her Henry’s naked body, it had been soft and mushy, nothing compared to what laid before her.

Instinctively she knew that few men looked like this. Nico’s body was a work of art, with all that dark, beautiful skin. His chest was chiseled, his waist lean, and his thighs were heavy with muscle. Her gaze drifted over him, focusing on his manhood, which sprang from a bed of dark curls, huge and thick against his stomach.

“Like what you see?” he asked cockily.

She nodded mutely, and slowly pulled her nightgown over her head. Totally nude, she stood trembling before him for a moment, letting him look his fill before returning to the bed and sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him. His smile faded as she reached out and placed her hand over his heart. It pounded rapidly, letting her know he was not as relaxed about the matter as he’d have her think.

Holding his gaze, she ran her fingertips across his chest, learning the feel and shape of him. His skin warmed to her touch, and his breathing accelerated. Encouraged, she let her hand drift lower, teasing him by avoiding the area she wanted the most to touch. Instead, she smoothed her fingertips over his waist and thighs.

He stifled a moan and closed his eyes. Loving the thought of being able to make him lose that icy control, she finally closed her hand over his thick length, gasping a bit at the sheer heat and heft of him. He clenched his hands into fists, pulling a bit at his restraints, his big body straining beneath her as she explored his silken shaft. 

“Samantha, you’re killing me,” he moaned at last.

“Tell me what you want,” she demanded, thrilled that she’d finally pushed him past his limits.

“You know what I want,” he growled.

“I want you to say it.”

“I want to make love to you.”

“Oh really?” she murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the very tip of him.  “Well, you could have fooled me, all this time, with the way you always torture me and then walk away.”

“Please,” he groaned, thrusting his hips in an obvious attempt to deepen the contact.

She lifted her head
and let her breasts trail across his chest. “You’ll have to make a promise to me first.”

“Anything.”

“No more Lady Morgan.” Until she said the words, she had not really realized how much the thought of him with someone else bothered her. She wanted to be the only woman in his life. She wanted that desperately.

“Yes, I promise,” he agreed readily. “No more Lady Morgan.”

She stared at him, surprised by his easy acceptance of her request, wondering if he truly meant it, or if he was just so lost in the throes of passion he’d promise her anything.

“Please, Samantha,” he implored. “I do want you. I always have.”

She stretched out at his side, lowering her mouth to his for a long, passionate kiss, while she stroked his rigid length, learning the tempo that pleased him most by the deep sounds he made as she varied her touch.

At last he broke away, gasping, his dark eyes burning with desire. “Climb on top of me,” he instructed.

Feeling a bit awkward, she did as he instructed,
inhaling deeply as his hard, hot length pressed against her swollen core, nearly slipping into her dampened center. She leaned down to kiss his neck while rubbing against him.

“Put me inside of you. Please,” he murmured.

Half mad with arousal, Samantha thoughtlessly obeyed. She gasped as she took him inside of her, slowly at first, her wetness making it easier to go deeper than she would have ever thought she could. For a moment she remained still, adjusting to the thickness, the incredible fullness.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, sweat making his chest
damp as he thrust his hips against her. “Samantha, I really have wanted you for so long.”

“Me too,” she whispered, moving experimentally against him, bracing her hands on his chest to gain purchase as she rode him. This suited her, she decided immediately. She loved the way he felt, the ability to be in control and take her pleasure of him. She changed the rhythm from fast to slow. It was almost like riding a horse, only so much better.

Seeing him strung out with his arms open and helpless, staring hotly into her eyes and breathing heavily was incredibly arousing. Very quickly, the pleasure became almost too much, and her release caught her by surprise, ripping through her with the force of a hurricane.

With a strangled cry, she came apart, followed immediately by him. She collapsed against him, both of them breathing as though they’d just run a
foot race.

For long moments, they lay entwined, with him still pulsing heavily within her, but at last he shifted. “Can you untie my hands
?” he murmured. “I want to touch you.”

“Of course.” She pushed herself up and untied his bonds, and he immediately wrapped her in a fierce embrace, kissing her sweetly. “That was incredible,” he breathed. “Thank you.”

She smiled sleepily and fell into an exhausted but satisfied slumber in his arms.

***

Nico woke to the first tendrils of morning light. He had a moment of confusion when he realized someone was in the bed with him, then relaxed when he remembered the events of last night.

With a rueful smile he pushed himself up on one elbow and gazed down at Samantha’s sleeping face. The pale morning light lovingly sculpted her beautiful features
. Her dark brows contrasted against her cream-colored skin and full cherry lips.

The sight was one he could definitely get used to. He still couldn’t believe she’d tied him up and made love to him. He’d tried for so long to keep her at arm’s length, but what man could possibly resist such sweet temptation. He’d lost the battle the moment she walked into his room with those silken ropes.
He’d been surprised, both by her presence in his bed and by her desire to possess him all to herself. He liked it more than he cared to admit.

His intense regard must have broken through her slumber because she began to stir, then suddenly sat up, staring around her in alarm. “Oh no, I have to get out of here.”

He shook his head and got to his feet, walking naked to the door and locking it before the maid came in to stoke the fire. His shaft jutted out from his long, lean body as he walked. “It’s my turn to make love to you.”

When he rejoined her in the bed, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, trying to show her what he felt with his kiss. His hands roamed hungrily over her body, glad to finally have the chance to take his time and learn every inch of her.

Before long, she was thrashing beneath him, sobbing his name and begging him to finish what he started. He sank gratefully within her, stunned anew by the way they fit together.

She convulsed around him with a cry, and he forced himself to pull out, spending himself on her slim stomach. Last night, he’d been too caught up in the moment to think about the consequences.

As he collapsed beside her, she gingerly touched his seed, looking up at him in question. “Why did you do that?”

He brushed his lips against her forehead. “I want to do this to you every day. Twice a day. And I don’t want you to get pregnant.
”

“Tell me that again. The ‘twice a day’ part,” she demanded with a big smile.

“Yes, Samantha, you will report here every evening at ten p.m. I’m going to make you a very tired girl.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Sam said cheekily, rolling out of bed and slipping back into her
nightgown. He watched with regret as she covered up all those beautiful curves he’d begun to think of as his.

Before she could leave, he grabbed her hand and pulled her hard against his naked body and kissed her firmly. “You’re going to be sorry, you know,” he warned as he released her. “You let this beast out of his cage. Now I’m never going to leave you alone.”

“Good,” she said, giving him a wink and surprising him by stroking his cock. As she let herself out, he sank back into bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.