MisplacedLessons (4 page)

She lowered herself to the mattress, not bothering to reach for
the sheet. The look in her handsome stranger’s eyes told her it would be a
waste of time.

Reaching for her hands, he lifted them to the pillow and
placed them beside her head. It was a pose of surrender, but she didn’t resist.
She’d thrown up her white flag the moment she’d lain down.

“Leave them there.”

“Okay.”

He paused, obviously waiting for something.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking around.

“When I give you an order, Amy, the proper response is ‘Yes
Sir’.”

“Oh yeah. Right. Got it.” She pasted on a look of innocence,
knowing her reply would annoy him.

“You don’t mess around, do you? Change of plans. Since you
want to play the naughty girl, we’ll start with a punishment.”

As he spoke, he lifted her. She wasn’t exactly a small
woman. She liked her vegemite on toast as much as the next girl. Withholding
that treat or counting calories wasn’t something she was willing to do.
Regardless of the extra pounds, her handsome Sir picked her up as if she were
stuffed with feathers, putting her on her stomach with ease.

“Lift your ass.”

“Excuse me?” She twisted her head to look at him over her
shoulder.

“Wrong answer. Again.” He gripped her hips none too gently,
raising her. Then he forced her to bend her legs, resting her weight on her
knees. The new position left her very exposed. And wet.

She didn’t have time to consider what that meant before his
hand struck her arse. It took her off-guard and it fucking hurt.

She started to rise, but he placed a strong hand between her
shoulder blades and pushed her face against the pillow.

“Don’t move.”

“I’ll bloody well do whatever I want,” she said as his hand
landed against her sensitive flesh once more.

“No. You won’t,” he said as he struck her twice more. She
continued to struggle, but the man was strong as a horse. Amy’s arse was sore
from his spanking, however, she couldn’t help but notice the heat was morphing
into something infinitely less painful. She stopped resisting the blows. Her
sudden capitulation caused him to cease striking her for just a moment. Then he
picked up his rhythm again—his hand landing in different places along her
buttocks and upper thighs. No slap was the same.

Amy started squirming again, but this time, she wasn’t
seeking escape. She was looking for relief.

He must have recognized her need. Gripping one knee, he
pulled her legs apart then ran his fingers along her damp slit. She heard him
release a long breath, a whispered “oh yeah
”
mingling with the air.

She gasped when he pressed two fingers inside her pussy. His
actions were quick and forceful. After so many years with lovers who were too
careful, too gentle, his rough claiming felt like a homecoming, only she was
returning to a home she’d never seen.

“Harder,” she begged.

He took her at her word, adding another finger, increasing
his pace. Amy’s fingers clenched the pillow beneath her head as she lifted her
hips, shoving them against his delicious thrusts. He was fucking her into
oblivion with no more than a spanking and his fingers. Bloody hell. Had she
seriously considered refusing this gift?

Gray spots formed behind her closed eyelids. She was going
to come. Her body stiffened in preparation, but he retreated seconds before she
could close the deal.

“What the hell?” Impulse overrode common sense as Amy
turned, ready to demand her due. “Don’t stop.”

His arms were folded. “Still trying to give the orders?”

“Fine,” she shrugged, wishing her voice didn’t sound so
shaky. “I don’t need you to get what I want.”

After too many months of abstinence, she’d become an expert
at finding her own pleasure. She reached for her pussy.

Strong hands grasped her wrists before she hit her target.
“Wrong. You do.”

Amy tried to free herself from his grip, but he was
relentless. Within seconds, she was on her back, bound in the restraints once
more. Her handsome stranger, still fully dressed, straddled her legs,
completing the effect.

Why does it feel so good being trapped beneath him?

Because you’re not exactly small and girly, but he makes
you feel that way. That’s why.

“Had your fun?” he asked.

“Not yet.”

He grinned. “You’re a shitty submissive.”

“No, I’m not. You strike me as the type of man who works
hard for what he wants. Where’s the challenge if I just lay down?”

He tilted his head. “Christ.” His brows creased. “You’re
right.”

She lifted her eyebrows, surprised he’d admit such a thing.
Marc and Keith told her she was too independent and outspoken for her own good.
More than once, they’d referred to her as a pushy cow.

“I am?”

He nodded slowly. “Fight me all you want, Amy. Just be
warned, I’ll still win.”

She yanked against his restraints, finding them too tight
and definitely unbreakable. Yep. He was going to win.

But the best part? She was too.

He left the bed. Amy sucked in some much-needed air, curious
as to what he would do next. He’d painted some naughty pictures in her mind
with his talk of nipple clamps and vibrators.

She glanced around the room wondering where he’d hidden his
bag of tricks. Had he stowed it in the house prior to her arrival or carried it
in with him tonight? Given the fact the restraints had already been attached to
the bedframe, she suspected he’d set the scene earlier.

Reaching for the buttons on his shirt, he slowly slipped
each one from its hole. He knew she’d been on the verge of an orgasm. He
obviously intended to punish her for her outspokenness by leaving her in need.

Arsehole.

God, he’s hot.

At some point, he’d parted the curtains. Thankfully, the
full moon was providing plenty of light for his sexy striptease. Once he
shrugged off his shirt, he started on the fastening to his pants.

No wonder he’d been able to pose her like a bloody Barbie
doll. He was built. His arms were muscular and she’d take
his
six-pack
over a half dozen ice-cold Toohey’s Dry any day.

She licked her lips when he shoved his trousers down. Either
he’d tugged the underwear off with the rough cotton or he went commando.

Either way, she didn’t care.

Holy. Fuck.

The brief touches of his covered cock had teased her since
she’d agreed to this adventure, but the too-quick rubs hadn’t really clued her
in to what he was hiding beneath his pants.

He didn’t return to the bed immediately. Instead, he let her
look her fill like a man who was perfectly comfortable in his own skin. She was
no stranger to cocky, self-confident men. Australia seemed to raise that breed
in abundance, Marc and Keith leading the pack.

Unfortunately, she’d never managed to attract that type back
home.

No. Scratch that. Attraction wasn’t part of it. Her list of
dating prospects was lacking because Blue and Thomo had the annoying tendency
of warning away men they didn’t think worthy of her. That practice ticked her
off most of the time, but she couldn’t help noticing none of the men ever stuck
around to fight for a date with her. And that pissed her off even more.

Something told her that her best mates wouldn’t intimidate
this man.

He reached for his hard, thick cock and slowly stroked it,
his gaze never leaving hers. Her fingers itched for a touch and her mouth
watered for a taste.

Bending forward, he dug around under the bed for something.

Ah, so that was where he’d stashed his bag of tricks.

Her mind whirled with curiosity, wondering what wonderful
sexual torment he was plotting. She was disappointed when he came up with
nothing more than a scarf.

“I’m already tied up. Doesn’t that seem a bit redundant?”

He chuckled, but didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted the silk
to her eyes.

Oh shit.

Her heart had only just stopped racing. Now it kick-started
back to life, pounding almost painfully as he tied the scarf in place. He knew
his stuff. He’d managed to plunge her into complete darkness.

Losing the use of her hands had been equal parts frightening
and titillating, however, losing her sight was downright terrifying. And
exhilarating.

“What are you going to do?”

His hand touched her throat and she jerked at the unexpected
caress.

“Shh,” he soothed. “Calm down, Amy. I promised I wouldn’t
hurt you.”

“Yeah right. And then you spanked my arse. It’s still on
fire, by the way.”

Her words seemed to remind him of his earlier actions. His
fingers drifted along her side, not stopping until they reached her hip.

When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheek. When had he
leaned so close? “You like the fire and the pain. Those hurts don’t count.”

She wanted to ask him what qualified if that didn’t, but
deep inside, she already knew the answer. “Tell me your name.” It bothered her
that she didn’t know. He’d told her to call him Sir, but she wanted more of him
than that. Maybe the original fantasy had been sex with a stranger, but
somewhere along the course of the evening, it had changed. Now she only wanted
sex with him.

“You know my name.”

She wanted to push the issue, but he was right. Harper had
designed this night according to her desires. It would be wrong to change the
game now.

“Fine. I want you to touch me.” She hesitated for only a
second before adding, “Sir.”

“Very nice. I think that deserves a reward.”

A reward sounded wonderful. Hell, given how hot her
punishment had left her, she felt optimistic this was going to be good.

When his lips latched to her nipple, sucking gently, she
sighed. She was right. This was very good. Soon, he increased the suction until
she cried out. Then he turned his attention to her other nipple, repeating the
process.

Amy squeezed her legs together, the pressure in her pussy
building until it was almost painful. She’d been too close before. Her body
hadn’t forgotten, or forgiven him for pulling up short.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Too soon. We haven’t pushed any of those limits yet.”

“I don’t care. I need more.”

He returned to her nipple, but this time it wasn’t his lips
that issued the sexy pain, it was his teeth. He nipped at her distended flesh
as she groaned and tugged against the restraints. She suddenly missed the use
of her hands. She wanted to press his lips and teeth against her breasts and force
him to do her bidding. Then she’d push him lower, demanding he use that sexy
mouth where it would do the most good.

Unfortunately, he’d left no doubt he was in control. He’d
guide the play and, regardless of her wishes, she’d get what he gave her and no
more.

Worst part was acknowledging it was
that fact
that
was making her so freaking hot. She was powerless and reveling in it.

He left the bed and the sound that escaped her lips couldn’t
be called anything other than a whimper. Jesus. Who was she tonight?

“I’m coming right back.”

Again, she heard rustling under the bed. As the mattress
sank under his weight, his lips found their way to her breasts again. He
certainly didn’t believe in skimping on foreplay.

Her nipples were so hard, they could cut glass.

“This will pinch.”

She started to ask what he meant, but before she could form
the question, he put something on her right nipple.

She yelped at the unexpected pain. Pinch was an
understatement.

“Bloody hell.”

“It’s a nipple clamp.”

She considered adding the wicked clamp to her list of
Not
Bloody Likely
, but—like the spanking—once the initial sting faded, the pain
changed to something better. At least it did until he placed a clamp on her
other nipple.

She released a pained moan, her eyelids scrunching beneath
the blindfold. “God.”

He didn’t remove the clamps despite her comments, and she
realized she hadn’t said the safe word. He wouldn’t acknowledge her complaints
or cries until she uttered Oz. That realization was comforting. She wouldn’t
have to shield her initial reactions or pretend for fear he’d stop.

As the pain in the second nipple eased, his attention seemed
to drift lower.

“Open your legs, Amy.”

She’d pressed them together so tightly, she feared they’d
cramp up. “I can’t. Hurts. Horny.”

Again, he ignored her protest. He gripped her knees and
pulled them apart. “Leave them open or I’ll tie your ankles to the bedposts as
well.”

There are more restraints on the bed?

She forced air in and out in an attempt to calm down. Her
body was on system overload. At this point, he only need blow in her ear and
she was in danger of going off like a frog in a sock.

The mattress shifted again under his weight. She felt him
settle between her outstretched legs. She’d never considered herself a
religious woman, but that didn’t stop her from praising any and every higher
being known to humans.

He nipped at her clit with those wicked teeth of his. Amy
squealed with surprise…and delight. When his tongue trailed along her slit, she
knew she’d died and gone to heaven. God bless Chicago.

Her fantasy lover read her far too well and he used that
knowledge against her. With his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers, he drove her
to the edge of an orgasm, over and over again. Every time, he stopped just
before she could find release.

“You bloody bastard,” she screamed when he pulled away for
the fifth time. Her wrists were sore from fighting against the restraints. She
didn’t want her freedom as much as she wanted to beat the hell out of him.

“Sweet talking will get you nowhere.”

“Fuck me. Now. I mean it.”