My Tye (29 page)

Struggling to not embarrass herself by retching all over the place, Laine’s breaths burned as they seesawed in and out of her lungs. Tears stung at her eyes, which only made her all the more angry.

“That’s him,” she said. “God, that’s him.”

Tye reached for Laine’s hand and gripped it hard. “It is. You nailed it, Marcia.”

Marcia passed the drawing off to an officer waiting by the door. “I hope they catch him,” she said, packing up her supplies.

Laine squeezed Tye’s hand and held on tight. “Me too.”

Their goodbye was as swift as their greeting, and within moments Laine found herself alone with Tye. “Get me out of here,” she whispered.

He didn’t say anything, he only kissed her quickly, keeping hold of her hand and leading her from the room and out of the building to Mac’s car.

She remained quiet the entire drive back to the ranch, too afraid that if she tried to speak the only thing that’d come out would be an embittered scream.

The second Tye pulled into his drive and stopped in front of the barn, she shoved the passenger door open and bolted from the car. She flung open the gate to the paddock, storming across to the other side and flinging that gate open just as hard. Three steps into the pasture, she spotted Flash and Rocky. They shuffled over to her, their sinewy muscles lending to their elegant and peaceful gait.

Before the pair reached her, Tye strode up behind her. He didn’t touch her, he didn’t utter a single word. He just stood there, silent and strong. She thought about leaning back into him, about him wrapping his arms around her and squeezing this aggravation out of her, but her fury stopped her.

“He told me he was going to end me like the whore I am.”

This time, he reached for her, but she stepped away before he could touch her.

“You’re not a whore, Laine. And I’ll kill him before he ever gets close to you. I’ll kill him just for saying that.”

When she faced him, her breath caught at the power in his eyes. “I know you would. And I know I’m not a whore. I’m a woman who, after years of holding back, has finally found what she wants. I finally found you.” He stepped toward her, but she held up her hand to hold him back. “But all of this, it’s too much. Too much to deal with. Too much—”

“Out of your control.”

“Yes.” Absolutely, yes.

“You have to take it back.”

She huffed out a laugh that held no humor behind it. “Just like that?”

“In this instance, yes. You have to take it back before you lose it. Before he burrows so far into your head that you can’t find it anymore.”

“It can’t be that easy,” she said. “At this point, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“With me.” He closed the space between them and grasped her hand, bringing it to his chest and holding it gently. “Let me give some of your control back to you.”

Her anger began to melt away at not only his touch, but his words as well. “You? How?”

She could’ve sworn his eyes darkened as he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Let me show you.”

He kept hold of her hand and led her through the pasture, paddock and up the front stairs into the house. Once they made their way into his bedroom, he moved for the closet. He opened the oak bi-fold doors, exposing a set of built-in drawers.

“Tye?”

“Come here,” he said, drawing her into his arms. His hands shook slightly, whether from need or from something else, she didn’t know. He kissed her then, blowing her mind, stealing her reason and heating her body from the inside out. Just when she thought she’d pass out from holding her breath, he pulled away and reached for the top drawer.

Inside laid a variety of BDSM toys. Her heart thundered as she took in the ball gag, the black, fur-lined handcuffs, the gloves he’d used with her the other night and all the rest. God, he even had silk ribbon ties in there. Her gaze shot to his, and she was instantly taken aback by the heat swimming in his eyes.

“Take control, Laine. Use what you want. Use it on me.”

Her mind reeled as a tingle zigzagged through her body. “Wait. What?”

He gentled his expression, easing the tenseness between his eyes, which only served to make his gaze appear all the more sleepy. Dreamy. Hell, downright lust-filled. “A switch, Laine.”

“Hold on a minute. You want me to…”

She didn’t finish spelling it out, but she didn’t have to. She understood. He was offering her the chance to switch up which one of them held the control. He was giving her an opportunity to control
him
. He was letting her take the lead and do what she wanted with him.
To
him. Question was, why?

“But your control. You said to give it up would—”

“I know what I said. This is different.” He looked from her to the drawer filled with toys and then back again. He swallowed, roughly. “This is about you. This is about me doing whatever I can to help you through this. And right now, you need to feel that control a hell of a lot more than I do.”

She shook her head. He couldn’t be serious. “I can’t.” Could she?

A smile piqued at the edge of his lips as he feathered a light touch across her jaw and down her throat. “Yes, you can.” He said the words easily enough, but then clenched his jaw as he moved his fingers to caress her collarbone. “Just let go of everything around you. Draw from that place deep inside and do what your heart tells you.”

Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples tightened with each stroke of his hand, with each word he spoke. She watched him, intently, allowing a slew of erotic images to fly through her brain. Ones of him secured to the bed with those silk ties, others of him under her complete control. For him to offer this, for him to suppress what came so naturally to him, and for him to do it just for her…

The mere idea made her crave him that much more, made her wet and ready and, God, so drawn to him that she wasn’t sure she could even speak. Still, she couldn’t help but sense a hesitation in him. Giving up the one thing that so clearly defined him couldn’t be so easy as just saying it out loud. For her to accept this, for her to let her imagination take over, he had to
want
it, too.

“You’re sure?”

He stilled his hand mid-touch and pierced her with a look so confident that it completely negated all the physical signs he was giving off about being uncertain. “Absolutely. I’ve never wanted to give something to somebody as much as I want to give this to you.”

It was her turn to swallow hard. “I’m not sure I know what to do.”

“You know. It’s there inside you, Laine. It’s always been there inside you.”

Maybe he was right. The images she pictured just moments ago told her he was. The thrill blossoming over her and electrifying her sex solidified her acceptance a hundred times over.

She could do this. Oh God, she
wanted
to do this.

She glanced at the drawer and the silk ribbons, gently lifting one from its coiled home. She let the ends slip through her fingers and met his fiery gaze, feeling bolder than she ever had before.

“Undress,” was all she said.

Her blood ricocheted through her veins as he took one step back and lifted his t-shirt over his head. His stare caught hers again as his hands went for the button on his jeans. He didn’t look away when he lowered the zipper, nor when he shoved the pants over his ass and down his thighs. He toed his boots off and kicked his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down his legs. He made quick work of his socks, and he did it all without ever once breaking their stare.

He stood there naked, fierce and so wonderfully protective, and damn it, he was all hers. She took him in, from the heat in his eyes, down over the hard planes of his chest to the steel rows of muscles lining his abs. She followed the trail of hair from there to where his cock stood out from his body. He was so long and thick and, God, incredibly hard. She knew in an instant exactly what she wanted to do.

“Put your hands behind your head,” she ordered.

His jaw ticked from clenching so hard, but he did what she said without hesitation. She walked slowly around him, trailing her fingers across his stomach and up his side, then higher to tickle up his raised arm. At his back, she looped the length of ribbon around each of his wrists. She tied a simple bow, knowing full well how she tied it or the strength of it wasn’t really what mattered.

Lord, she loved his shoulders and back, all thickly muscled and so well defined. She couldn’t help but take a moment to stroke her hands over the power he held there, just as she couldn’t help but let that stroke drift lower. The cheeks of his impressive ass tightened as she skimmed along their rise and over the curve before making her way back around to face him.

“Spread your legs some,” she said. His breaths were coming quicker now, and a bead of moisture tipped the head of his penis. Still, he did as she instructed without a moment of pause.

“Is it hot in here?” she teased, stepping back. She caressed her neck, then her breasts, then clutched at the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it off over her head, slowly, tantalizingly. Tye’s eyes narrowed as his biceps flexed. Yummy, she thought, as she grabbed and massaged her now bare breasts. “That’s better,” she said, her voice sounding low and sultry even to her own ears.

He let out a growl and adjusted his footing. His stare flicked from her eyes to the jeans she wore and then back. Even though he was bound and couldn’t touch her, she knew what he wanted—which was her totally naked.

And she’d get there, just not yet. She liked this feeling of control, of doing what she wanted and doing it in her own pace. There was so much about sensuality that was born from teasing and denial. She got that, and right now she was thriving on it—just as she was thriving on taking control of his pleasure.

One sensual step toward him led to another. His gaze locked onto her mouth, and he lowered his eyelids as she closed in on his lips.

She liked to think she was in full control of this kiss, but the way he kissed her back had her doubting that. Their tongues fought, their breaths mingled. She pressed her breasts against his chest and he groaned.

That groan, however, turned into a full-throttle moan when she broke from his lips and slid down his body to drop to her knees in front of him.

He hissed when she took him into her mouth. He swore softly as she delved deeper. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she swallowed hard around him.

“Damn,” he swore again.

She flattened her tongue along his veined length on a quick upstroke. He tasted salty, manly, and she loved it. He scrunched his abs and curved his back before he straightened and looked toward the ceiling, all while breathing hard and swearing yet again.

“Babe…”

She looked up at him, at his darkly stubbled jaw, his tight neck and his straining arms. He wanted loose, he wanted to touch her. And God, she wanted him to. But she wanted to give him this so much more.

Adding her hand into the mix, she gripped the base of his cock and swirled her tongue around the tip before filling her mouth with him once more. Again and again, she devoured him like this. Up, down, swirl, suck.

“Oh,
hell
,” he bit out through gritted teeth.

He was staring down at her now, licking his lips before opening his mouth on yet another groan. She knew she had him so close, so uncontrolled. His arms closed around his ears as he bent gently forward, twisting over her as she continued to lick, stroke and drive him crazy.

Thing was, she was driving herself just as crazy. She breathed heavily around his cock while her heart hammered not only in her chest, but throughout the rest of her body, too. Her panties were so damp, she had to second-guess the decision she’d made to keep her jeans on. She cupped herself and rubbed over the thick denim with just the right amount of pressure in hopes of easing the ache, but it only made the need raging through her all the stronger.

“Fuck. Laine.”

Yes. God yes. He had the right idea. That’s exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to fuck him blind.

But first…

She stood in a rush, bringing her hands up to his wrists and untying him as she captured his lips with hers. Once free, he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her. He crushed her tightly against him, so tight she could hardly breathe.

But it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t completely skin-on-skin with him, and being that way was all she could think about. When she squeezed her hands between their sweat-slickened bodies and fumbled with the button on her jeans, he helped her out, digging his thumbs in at her sides and pushing them over her ass and hips once she finally got the zipper down.

Instead of climbing up his body and fucking him where he stood, she pulled the silk tie around his neck until it hung like an open tie. Gathering the ends in her hands, she walked backward, pulling him along with her. When the backs of her knees hit the ottoman she stepped once more, pushing it to butt up against the wide chair by the window. She sat slowly, seductively, practically draping her body over the rich, dark leather.

“My turn,” she said, letting her hand trail down her body to slide over her soaked pussy. “On your knees. I want your mouth here.” She wasn’t sure exactly where this wanton side of her had suddenly come from, and right now she didn’t really care. The need boomeranging around inside her for his touch barreled over any shyness she might’ve thought to feel.