Moonlight Mirage: Bandicoot Cove 2 (10 page)

He dripped some of the scotch onto Hayley’s breast before dipping his head to lick it off. The combination of wetness and heat made her squirm in decadent pleasure and arch into Mitch’s mouth. Dear God, his mouth…he worked her nipple with his lips and tongue like a man who knew all her secrets. When he brought his teeth into play in a gentle scrape, Hayley cried out.

Her heart pounded in anticipation as Mitch splashed more of the drink on her stomach, following the rivulets down with his lips. When he dripped whisky onto her slick folds, Hayley gasped at the slight burn, her hips bucking. She let out a long, keening moan when Mitch lowered his head and lapped at the combined flavor of the alcohol and her own juices.

Hayley’s thighs fell open in immediate acquiescence, allowing him full access to her feminine spaces. Mitch added two fingers to his offensive, burying them deep inside her channel and plunging them in and out. He bathed her in whisky and drank it from her, licking and sucking and fucking her with his fingers until her eyes grew heavy-lidded and a moan fell out of her mouth.

She was moving toward a fast, furious climax when, with a long, parting lick, Mitch lifted his head and stared into her face. “What was that you were saying about me not knowing what you want?”

“Uh…” Had she really said that?

“You don’t value your freedom as much as you pretend you do,” Mitch accused as he continued to slowly—too slowly—pump his fingers into her. “What you want is to be taken, to know what it’s like to feel owned, totally possessed by another person. I’m right, aren’t I?”

He was half right. What Hayley had always longed for was to know how it was to be owned and possessed by Mitch, only Mitch. It frightened her how much she wanted his love. Yet she knew she wouldn’t stop what was about to happen. She’d never been so turned on in her life.

She tried to project some flippancy, but the thickness of her voice probably gave her away. “A deal is a deal, Mitch. I said I’d let you do whatever you wanted.”

His smile was knowing. “This has nothing to do with the deal. You’re so wet my fingers glide right in and out of you with no trouble at all. How does it feel?”

Hayley swallowed to keep from begging him to replace his fingers with his cock. “Good.”

Mitch’s smile widened, as though he knew her answer was the understatement of the year. “I’m going to enjoy making you beg, Hayley.”

She whimpered her disappointment as he levered off her to stand by the bed. Discontent turned to anticipation when Mitch started releasing the buttons of his shirt with jerky movements. He growled, “Lie back in the middle of the bed.”

There was no refusing him, not when he used that tone of voice. Hayley’s heart pounded as she shuffled to the center of the mattress and lay down with her head on the pillow that Mitch must have used the night before. It smelled pleasantly of his spicy aftershave.

Mitch walked to the foot of the four-poster bed, shucking his shirt as he moved. Hayley’s mouth dried out at the sight of him shirtless. The lines of his upper body were lean yet corded with latent strength. His arms were toned with muscle and his chest was smooth, his taut abdomen the same save for a small swirl of golden hair that encircled his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.

“I hope you’re not too fond of this dress.”

The ripping sound that rent the air made Hayley start. She stared in astonishment as Mitch proceeded to tear the garment to shreds. Realization began to dawn when she noticed he’d turned her dress into several long strips of midnight blue silk. Four, to be precise.

One, she presumed, for each arm and each leg.

Oh boy, oh boy.

Her heart hammered as anxiety darted through her. She’d never been tied up before. Exactly how far into this whole dominant thing was Mitch? What if he did something she wasn’t prepared for? Did he like to inflict pain? Would she enjoy it if he did?

What if she couldn’t please him?

“Spread your legs.”

Her sex performed a rapid clutch and release in response to his demanding tone. Hayley watched Mitch’s face as she did his bidding, easing her thighs apart. He didn’t take his eyes away from her for a second. The tense lines around his mouth were the only indication that restraining himself took effort. “That’s good,” he growled softly.

Then he moved toward her right foot.

The brush of his fingers against her flesh raised goose bumps, but he didn’t touch her anywhere other than her ankles and wrists as he bound her to the queen-sized bed’s four posts.

By the time he drew tight the last knot Hayley’s pulse was racing in her ears and her nipples were beaded to fine points. She eyed Mitch’s taut chest as he leaned over her and had to lick her lips to wet them. “Do I have to call you master?”

He seemed a little surprised by her question, even a bit amused. “That won’t be necessary.”

No, she supposed it wouldn’t. There wasn’t any doubt who was in charge here, or who was mastering whom.

When she was spread-eagled and firmly secured to the bed, Mitch stepped back to admire his handiwork. He walked around her, his gaze burning Hayley’s skin. She could do nothing to hide herself, nothing to stop him looking his fill.

The thought shot a thrill through her blood and made her nipples stand to attention.

Mitch noticed the reaction and remarked, “You like being bound.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Instinctively Hayley tried to shrug but she couldn’t because of how she was tied. “I don’t know.”

Moving to the foot of the bed, Mitch bent down and placed a tiny kiss to the very tip of her toe. “Think harder.”

While he waited for her reply, he brushed his lips lightly over her instep, causing a shiver to rack Hayley’s body. Usually her feet were ticklish, but now all she felt was an unadulterated sexual response. When he swirled his tongue around the point of her ankle, her sex pulsed.

“Hayley.”

He actually wanted her to answer his questions coherently. Hayley searched through the fog in her mind for a response that would satisfy him. “I like being exposed.”

She felt his lips curve against her calf. “My little exhibitionist. What else?”

Formulating words became increasingly difficult when Mitch’s mouth moved up and up, his lips searing a trail from her calf to her inner thigh. “Um…anticipation. I don’t know what you’re going to do to me, and it’s exciting.”

“What about the fact that I can do whatever I want and you can’t stop me? Is that exciting?”

The underlying threat in his words made her heart skip a beat. It also made her pussy writhe in a delicious undulating motion. She knew Mitch would never physically hurt her, but the sheer vulnerability of the position she was in highlighted his strength and power while making her feel small and intensely feminine.

It shouldn’t have thrilled her, but on some primitive he-man, me-woman level, it did.

“Hayley?”

Mitch’s mouth hovered over her pussy. The breath he released when he spoke her name was a warm, teasing caress on her damp folds. “Yes, it’s exciting. You can put any part of your body into any part of mine—your tongue, your fingers, your cock. And I want all of it. All of it.”

Her words pulled a guttural sound from his throat. He lowered his head and rewarded her candor with a long, slow lick that bathed her clit in sensation. Her spread-eagled position left her wide open and available for Mitch’s caresses, and he took full advantage. His eyes remained open and fixed on hers as he suckled her, and watching him do it was almost as arousing as having him do it.

When he slowly penetrated her with his finger, Hayley tried to arch her back to invite a deeper invasion. She couldn’t because of the bonds. All she could do was lie still and feel every nuance of pleasure that Mitch delivered and hope to hell he didn’t stop.

“Hmm, so sweet,” he murmured before lifting his head, leaving Hayley hanging on the precipice of what promised to be an explosive orgasm.

Hayley writhed, almost weeping with frustration. “
Mitch.
”

Mitch regarded her with an expression of faux innocence and very deliberately licked her juices from his lips. “Yes?”

Hayley whimpered. “Please.”

Mitch wiggled his finger inside her one last time before withdrawing. With agonizing slowness, he swirled the dampness he’d collected from inside her around the hard point of her nipple. “What are you asking me for, sweetheart?”

Hayley’s heart stuttered. He’d never used an endearment to address her before. The warmth that spread through her increased her arousal. That and the teasing circular motions of his finger over her nipple made her desperate enough to be graphic. “Kiss my pussy again. Lick me and make me come. Please.”

His eyes glittered with lust. Her words fired his arousal, Hayley knew it. But when he bent his head to her it was to take her peaked nipple into his mouth. It was no gentle assault. He applied suction, suckling hard on her beaded flesh until the pressure grew so intense if felt like a bite.

Dear Lord. He was giving her a love bite on the nipple.

“God, Mitch!”

He released her flesh and bathed it soothingly with his tongue. “That sounds like a complaint. You don’t like the way I suck your nipple?”

The stern thread in his tone made Hayley bite her lip. She didn’t want to imagine what retribution might be ahead if she dared critique the speed of his performance. “No, no complaint. I like it.”

Mitch responded by starting in on her other breast, licking and sucking hard on the pebbled crest until Hayley was panting with need so intense it made her see spots. Her clit throbbed, a fevered bundle of nerves begging for more of Mitch’s attention. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but not so loudly it drowned out the erotic sound of Mitch’s skilled, relentless sucking or the harsh rasp of her shallow breaths.

When Mitch at last lifted his head, her nipples were red raw, almost purple. Mitch’s brand, a mark of ownership on her sensitive skin. Tenderly, Mitch stroked her breasts, fondling the soft mounds and gently stroking their abused peaks. The gentleness after the sharp pleasure-pain of moments ago brought an ache to Hayley’s heart. “Mitch, I need you. Please.”

“You need me to make you come.”

Hayley nodded. “How long are you going to make me wait?”

“As long as I want to.” Mitch’s expression darkened. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me, watching you with
him
? How badly I wanted what you denied me?”

If this was payback it really was a bitch. “Are you punishing me for that?”

His smile was arrogant to the point of smug. “If I were punishing you, Hayley, you’d know it.”

A frisson of carnal excitement skittered through her. God, was Mitch into
that
too? Hayley’s sex pulsed, grew wetter. She squirmed on the mattress. “Mitch…Mitch, please. Make me come. I’ll do anything. I’ll say anything you want.”

“Say your orgasms are mine.” He was so ready with that demand, Hayley wondered if he’d been waiting for his moment to issue it. “That I’ll be the one to decide if and when you have one.”

If?
That one word held an inherent warning that she didn’t want to call his bluff on. “Yes, my orgasms belong to you. Only you decide when…or if I have one.”

“Very good.” His response was an animalistic growl that signaled mingled satisfaction and sheer, primordial lust. He climbed off the bed, giving each of her nipples a parting nip that made Hayley gasp. She watched, rapt, as Mitch undid his belt and lowered his fly. His movements were efficient, impatient, as he shed his trousers and jocks, revealing his nude body to Hayley for the first time.

She’d seen his equipment from within the darkened shadows rimming the pool. But in the improved light of the suite, up close, his sleek, powerful size made Hayley’s mouth water. As she stared at his erection, it jerked as though pleased with her avid gaze. Hayley felt the convulsive response of her own sex, as though it were begging to be filled by Mitch’s cock.

Hayley’s voice took on a feral note of its own. “Fuck me, Mitch. Now. Hard.”

He took hold of himself, squeezing his shaft at the base, exerting control. “Your pussy—or your mouth?”

The thought of being forced to take Mitch’s cock deep into her mouth while she couldn’t move, couldn’t object or even turn away, made her hips buck—as much as they could from her trapped position. “Either. I just need you inside me.”

He took a step toward her, stroking his length as he moved. “I’d so enjoy making you suck me right now, Hayley. I’d sink deep into your throat, over and over again, watching your pretty lips stroke my cock on every plunge. Then when I couldn’t hold back anymore I’d give you my come, spilling it down the back of your throat. And as I’d need time to recover…” he trailed his gaze over her lazily, from head to bound, spread feet, “…I’d have to start on you all over again.”

Something in Hayley broke, splintered into a thousand pieces. He could do it too. He could take his own pleasure at will and leave her on this quaking precipice for hours—hours that she would hate with a passion, and love just as desperately. He really did own her—her body, her soul, her orgasms.

Her heart.

But then, he’d always had that. Even running to the other side of the world hadn’t released her from those bonds.