Pleasure Bound (9 page)

“Delicious,” he said as his fingers dipped inside her.

She widened her legs and he pressed in deeper. Two fingers, then three.

“Keep eating,” he said, and she realized she’d paused, enjoying his touch.

His fingers withdrew and slid to her aching clit. He dabbed at it, then stroked lightly. She arched forward a little, wanting more, but he withdrew.

Damn!

He ate some more, and before long, his hand found her again. He stroked her clit and she remained still. He rewarded her by stroking until she could feel the pleasure build … washing through her as an orgasm drew near … then he stopped.

He sipped his coffee and ate a little more, ignoring her fidgeting. A few minutes later, he stroked her again, until she was oh, so close … then he stopped. Again.

By the time she finished breakfast, she wanted to beg him to give her the pleasure she so desired.

But she didn’t. She’d learned that Zeke knew how to prolong her pleasure, and the prize was worth the wait.

He pushed his plate aside and turned his gaze to her. She stood up, her knees rubbery, and carried the two empty plates to the dishwasher, then retrieved the empty coffee mugs. Zeke followed her, and watched her place the dishes in the dishwasher. Once she closed the appliance door, he wrapped his hands around her waist and turned her around, then captured her lips again. Her bare breasts, the nipples aching, pressed against the soft cotton of his T-shirt, stretched across his hard male muscles. She leaned toward him, wanting to feel him against every inch of her body.

“Slave, kneel down and take out my cock.”

Oh, yeah, baby!

She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, then reached inside for the prize. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock and she drew it out.

Hot. Hard. And enormous.

She wrapped her lips around him. His cockhead filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around, loving the moan of approval he made. She glided down his shaft, taking him as deep as she could. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper still. He moaned again.

His fingers stroked over her hair. “Make me come, sweet thing.”

She dove up and down on his hard cock, sucking and squeezing, as she stroked his gloriously hard butt. He tensed and his cock twitched, then he groaned as hot liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed, then smiled and stood up. He tugged her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hands stroking her ass in a very encouraging manner.

“You deserve a reward for that.”

He turned her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. The cold granite countertop startled her, sending her nipples pulsing with sensation, but she ignored it, concentrating on his hands gliding between her legs, stroking her wet slit.

Would he press his mouth to her opening? Or glide his cock inside and fuck her silly?

She felt his deflated cock press against her, instantly swelling as it slid against her wet flesh. He pressed it tight against her slit and it glided forward and back over her throbbing flesh. When it was long and hard again, he nudged it against her opening. His finger lightly tweaked her clit as the hard shaft slid into her.

Deep inside.

He didn’t draw back, just stayed buried inside her. He fingered her clit again and she thought she’d burst with pleasure, but he released the sensitive bud. His pelvis still pressed tightly against her, his hands glided under her body and cupped her breasts. She pushed back against him, wanting his cock deeper still, but it made little difference. She squeezed him inside her, clutching him tightly, then releasing, then tightening again.

Oh God, she wanted to come.

He tweaked her nipples, then drew back. His cock slipped away, leaving her empty. She continued leaning on the counter, hoping he would thrust into her again. Hoping he would fuck her until she exploded in ecstasy.

“Stand up,” he said.

She stood up and turned to face him, knowing her need must show clearly in her glazed eyes and burning cheeks.

“Follow me.” He led her into the bedroom and her hopes soared. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”

“Yes, Master.” She hopped onto the bed and lay down, then opened her legs, a big grin on her face.

He picked up a blue cloth cuff and wrapped it around one of her ankles. It attached with Velcro. Then he attached another cuff around her other ankle. She hadn’t noticed the cuffs when she’d walked into the room, but now she saw that there were also two lying beside the pillows. All four cuffs were attached to straps that disappeared around the edges of the mattress. He attached the unused cuffs around her wrists and adjusted the straps until her arms and legs were pulled wide apart.

“Wait here,” he said, then turned to leave the bedroom.

Like she had a choice.

As she lay there alone, spread-eagled on the bed, her whole body thrummed with anticipation. She remembered the feel of his enormous cock inside her just minutes ago, stretching her. Now she thought about it moving inside her, of his hard masculine body pumping into her.

Zeke returned ten minutes later carrying a piece of paper. He set it on the dresser then grabbed a black strap from the bedside table.

“Open your mouth.”

She did and realized the strap was actually a gag as he pushed a ball into her mouth. As her mouth closed around it, she realized the ball was actually the shape of a cockhead. Her tongue explored it as he attached the strap behind her head.

He stroked his thumb over her clit and she arched against him.

“You are totally ready and want me to fuck you, right?”

She nodded.

“You really, really need a man inside you, right?”

She nodded again, squeezing the cockhead in her mouth.

“I don’t intend to fuck you…”

Her eyes widened and the throbbing between her legs intensified.

“Not now, anyway.” He smiled. “Are you ready to push your limits?”

Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her.

She nodded.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen.”

Eight

Ty put down his newspaper and stood up to answer the door. As he walked toward it, he saw an envelope sitting on the floor in front of the door. Someone must have slid it underneath. He peered out the peephole but didn’t see anyone on the other side, so he picked up the envelope and opened it. He pulled out a piece of paper with a note in a neat computer script.

Ty,

I need your help. Please come over and let yourself in.

Marie

Odd that Marie would leave him a note when she could have simply waited for him to answer the door. And why type the note on the computer rather than write it by hand? He walked into the kitchen. What kind of help did she need that she couldn’t have asked Zeke for? After all, the guy had been over just last night.

Probably
all
night.

His gut tightened at the thought of Zeke over there in bed with Marie. Making love to Marie. Zeke had stolen Ashley from Ty years ago and now he’d stolen Marie. God damn it. Why the hell did he have to show up now and ruin everything?

He grabbed Marie’s key from the drawer then headed down the hall. He knocked, but she didn’t answer, so he let himself in, as she’d instructed.

“Marie?” he called. When she didn’t answer, he walked into the kitchen, but she wasn’t there. “Marie?” he called again.

The fur-ball trotted into the kitchen, meowing loudly. Ty noticed a note on the counter and before he could pick it up, the cat bounded onto the countertop and sat on it, then thrust its head against Ty’s hand. Ty picked up the animal and petted it absently as he glanced at the piece of paper.

I’m in the bedroom.

Ty’s heart rate doubled at the thought of Marie inviting him into her bedroom. His cock twitched, but he pushed aside lusty thoughts, knowing this might not be what he was hoping it was. He strode down the hall and peered into her spare bedroom. The computer was turned off and the room was empty. He continued down the hall, and noticed a note on her bedroom door.

Come in.

A quiver raced through him. All kinds of exciting ideas scurried through his head, but he thrust them aside, unwilling to get his hopes up.

He pushed the door open.

*   *   *

Marie heard the key in the lock of her apartment door. Oh God, was that Ty, or had Zeke come back? Then she heard Ty call her name.

What would Ty think when he saw her? She felt her cheeks burn. Plagued with second thoughts, she wished she could scurry from the bed and hide.

When Zeke first told her that he was going to send Ty in here, she’d balked, but the reality was that she had wanted Ty for a long time. Zeke knew Ty well and assured her Ty would be up for it.

She remembered that first morning-after in her apartment when Zeke had playfully talked her through a threesome with Ty as Zeke had made love to her. As he’d fucked her, he’d told her to imagine her neighbor’s cock gliding into her as he watched from the chair. He’d had her repeat Ty’s name, making it more real. Later in the fantasy, Zeke had told her to imagine both men pumping into her at the same time.

Her insides quivered in need.

Did Zeke hope to watch in real life like he had in the fantasy? To convince Ty to fuck her while he watched, then join them?

Ty called her name again, closer this time. She heard his footsteps in the hallway outside her bedroom. Oh God, what would Ty think when he saw her?

This whole thing was crazy—hands-down the craziest thing she’d ever done. But at the same time, it was also the most thrilling. She’d never felt so decadent … and so aroused in her entire life.

She remembered the heat in Ty’s eyes when he looked at her sometimes. She was sure the attraction between them was mutual. When he saw her like this, would he find it as much of a turn-on as she did? And would he act on his attraction?

She drew in a deep breath as the door pushed open. God, she hoped so.

*   *   *

“Marie,” Ty called as he pushed open the door.

He froze at the sight of Marie, totally naked and spread-eagled on the bed. His cock lurched to attention as he took in her bare breasts, her long slender legs, and a large round purple bow, about six inches in diameter, strategically placed on her pelvis, attached to a piece of notepaper jutting below.

Then he realized she was gagged and bound.

“Oh my God, Marie, are you all right?”

There were no sheets or blankets in sight to cover her, so he tugged off his T-shirt as he raced toward the bed ready to free her. Then he slowed down. What if he had just walked in on the middle of a kinky sex session with her and Zeke? He might walk in any second.

“Am I … intruding? Is Zeke here?”

He did
not
want to run into Zeke.

A memory of Ashley, bound and gagged, both he and Zeke pumping into her, flashed through his mind, followed by a surge of anger. At Zeke. At Ashley. At himself. God damn it, if Zeke walked in here right now, Ty would probably pound him one.

Marie shook her head, her gaze locked on his naked chest with hunger in her eyes. He continued to the bed and laid his T-shirt across her breasts. Her beautiful round, ripe breasts, the nipples puckered into hard tips. He sat down beside her and reached around behind her hair to remove the gag, but she shook her head and nodded downward. Toward the note.

He reached for the note, then realized he’d better leave it where it was. He shifted down the bed and gazed at the computer script.

Ty,

I am hot and wet and ready for you.

I want you to touch me. Everywhere.

I am your love slave.

Take me!

His insides quivered as his cock twitched. His gaze flicked to Marie’s. Her cheeks had stained crimson, but as he gazed at her, her sky blue eyes darkened. He reached behind her head and unfastened the gag, despite her protesting sounds. He drew it from her mouth and noticed it was a cockhead gag, which sent his tortured cock into another bout of twitching.

He wanted to ask her if Zeke had talked her into this, but if she answered yes, he wouldn’t be able to go through with it and, right now, he could think of nothing else but running his hands all over her delightful naked body.

“Marie, did you write this note?”

“Every word is true.”

So Zeke wrote it, but she was going along with it. Was this a lark for her? Sexual experimentation? Or had Zeke played the role of her Master and ordered her to do this? Could it be that Marie was a natural sub who couldn’t say no to her Master?

The thought that Zeke had orchestrated this made Ty angry, but his cock still throbbed with need. Damn it, he had to walk away. He couldn’t let himself be pulled into this, no matter how much he wanted to touch her. To make sweet passionate love to her. He could
not
let Zeke use Marie to make up for the past. It wasn’t fair to Marie, and … he sucked in a breath as he tried to ignore the almost overwhelming urge to push aside all reason and simply give in to his intense desire for her … Damn it, he just couldn’t let Zeke control her this way. If Ty was going to be with Marie, it would be her choice, not Zeke’s.