Risk & Reward (12 page)

“I don’t want to argue with you. I want to fuck you.”

“Trust me, I’ll stay put even if you don’t tie me up.”

“Please?” She nibbled his ear, inhaling the scent of him, posh cologne and rugged manliness.

He attempted to resist, the tease. “That isn’t how we usually do things.”

“But I want it.” She tugged at his earlobe with her teeth.

“You’re making so many valid arguments today.”

Tatiana sat up and tugged at his tie. “Get up.”

“Are we done talking?”

“We’re never done talking. I just think it’s unfair when we don’t let our bodies talk, too.”

“We don’t want to be unfair.” He brought himself into a seated position and waited for her to unknot and slip his tie free. She shuddered at the sound of the silk swishing against itself, knowing that restraint was approaching.

His restraint, not hers this time. Oh, the novelty.

“This is hot.” She set the tie aside and unbuttoned his shirt.

He shrugged it off. “What is?”

She rubbed her hands over the crinkly sprinkling of dark hair, thrilled to find the rough brown points of his nipples hard and waiting for her. She bit at the nipples, sharp nips designed to echo the way he went at her own tits.

He hissed and pressed her head closer. “Harder.”

She set her teeth and tugged at the nub, and he groaned.

Tatiana lifted her head. “I feel hopeful and reassured. About us. That’s hot. I want to kiss you and lick you and fuck you. Seal the deal, you know?”

“Sealing deals is very important. Please, proceed.” He wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her lips to his. The kiss was desperate and harsh, both of them needing an outlet for their adrenaline and cathartic relief.

Yeah. Their bodies really needed to have their own pow-wow.

He kissed and bit his way down her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access, whimpering when he nipped at the curve of her breast. He pushed her tits together and buried his face between them, rubbing his skin against her as if to absorb her scent.

He paused and drew away, his glittering black eyes matching the glitter of the small emerald he held beneath his teeth. She gave a half laugh. “How did that get in there?”

Wyatt had a fine appreciation for money, but he pulled the stone out of his teeth and tossed it aside, all of his attention on her. “If you want me tied up, you better do it now, before I search you for more gems.”

Gulping, she stood, his tie in her hand. “Take off your pants.” She heard the sound of a zipper rasping open and fabric hitting the floor behind her as she headed to the dining room. She grasped a heavy chair—and, as an afterthought, a napkin from a place setting—and brought it back to where he stood, naked.

She paused, appreciating his hard muscles and thick, long cock. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked down, well aware he was taunting her.

Tatiana shook her head. “Sit down?” She cleared her throat. “I mean. Sit your ass down, Caine.”

Smirking, he strolled over, waiting for her to unfurl the napkin and carefully cover the seat. “You don’t have to be so fastidious.”

Trying to recover her aplomb, she gave him a sultry look from beneath her lashes. “But things might get wet.”

He licked his lips, his gaze dropping to the crotch of her panties. “Things are already getting wet.”

“They are.”

She walked around behind his chair and eyed the way his big hands looked crossed. When she tightened the silk around his thick wrists, her panties became damper.

“You’re, uh, tying those a little tight.”

“It wouldn’t be fun if you could get out easily.”

She came to stand in front of him and stroked his face with the back of her hand.

His eyes were roving all over her as if he didn’t know where to look first. To congratulate him on his willingness to experiment, she pulled the thin triangles of her bra down so her nipples were fully exposed. “Sorry for the tan lines,” she purred.

His cock jerked. “Which swimsuit did you wear today?”

“The pink one.”

“I like the pink one. I’m booking the adults’ pool here one night.”

“No one would see us?”

“Unless you want them to.” His watchful eyes caught her swift inhale. “Ah. You like that thought. It’s the watching thing, right? You want them to watch me fuck you until you can’t walk straight. You want them to see you beg for this cock.”

She bit her lip, almost hard enough to taste blood. “Yes.”

He cocked his head. “Do you want other people to touch you, too?”

Tatiana nodded, once. Her hands cradled her breasts, massaging the heavy weight. “Only if you want them to touch me.”

“What if I wanted you to suck off another man while I fucked you?”

Her hand drifted down her belly, under the waistband of her panties. Her mouth felt swollen and empty. She licked her lips. “I would…I would be okay with that.”

“And if it was a woman? If I told you to play with another woman’s tits and pussy?”

Her belly contracted, and she toyed with her swollen clit, imagining it was another woman’s. “I would be okay with that, too.”

“You would do that for me?”

“No.” Getting fucked while others watched. Wyatt, barking orders at her and another man. Or another woman. The security of knowing he wouldn’t judge her for her appetites or for her fantasies. That he wouldn’t push either of them past their limits. That he was the one she would be going home with at night. Hot. “I would do it for me.”

His arms strained against the bonds, the muscles in his biceps becoming more defined. “Fuck yeah.” The words were guttural, his entire focus on the fingering she was giving herself. The tight material of her panties constrained her. “God, woman…get over here and untie me, and I can get you off in two seconds.”

He could, too. The man only had to look at her, and she could explode. Not that she would tell him that. She praised him plenty. Anymore, and he’d be impossible to live with.

Happiness bubbled up inside of her. Oh, she knew a happy ending wasn’t guaranteed, but when was it ever? Their talk was a pretty good step in the right direction, this acknowledgment that they were both flawed, this sign that they could and would work together to fix their respective issues and compromise.

He groaned, the sound tortured. She stopped, panting. Tied-up Wyatt was pretty damn sexy. It suited the man, this air of helpless desperation. Almost as much as sexual dominance suited him.

Note: find your own version of neckties to keep handy.
She’d like to see him bound by one of her studded belts. Or, better, a pretty pink scarf.

She dragged her hand out of her panties and up her stomach, leaving a trail of her own wetness. “Did you say something?”

“Get. Over. Here.”

Enjoying the reversal of the power structure, she tipped her head and pretended to think about it. “Um. In a second.”

She turned her back on his growled, “Tatiana,” and walked to the bedroom. Halfway there, she paused, reached behind her, and undid her bra, letting the material fall to a heap on the carpet. Her panties got the same treatment. She was gratified at his hiss over the sight of her ass.

“You’re earning yourself a paddling, sweetheart.”

“Easy to threaten when your hands aren’t free, darling.”

Chapter Eleven

Wyatt waited for Tatiana to return, a mass of wants and needs and lust and tenderness. He worked his wrists against the material binding him, not so much in an effort to get free, but out of impatient eagerness. Even if he’d wanted to, getting free might be a challenge. Surprisingly, Tatiana knew how to tie a knot. Wyatt tugged at the necktie harder, odd pride surging through him.
My woman can immobilize me.

Sexy.

His dick was hard enough to pound nails, a direct contrast to the mush of his heart. He tilted his head back, breathing deep in an effort to dispel his arousal. All she had to do was walk back in here, and he’d go off.

His need was the only thing keeping him from grinning like a foolish sap. He felt young and optimistic, and all because they’d acknowledged a problem between them and resolved to work on it.

The more he thought about it, the more he knew his half-joking words to Esme were spot on.
Maybe I haven’t been fighting right.

Their problems hadn’t been insurmountable; they’d made them that way, building anger and resentment. They wouldn’t replay history. It wasn’t the first time he’d comforted himself with those words, but it was the first time he’d really believed he had a handle on what that meant.

He bit the inside of his cheek when she walked out of the bedroom. Would there come a time when he got tired of seeing her naked? If so, he hoped he died on that day, because life wouldn’t hold much meaning.

He stiffened as he registered the items in her hands. “What do you think you’re going to do with those?”

Laughter filled her eyes. He’d ordered a few sex toys since they’d started dating. Nothing fancy. He had no aspirations to outfit a dungeon, and they were both creative enough anyway.

Tatiana set a vibrator and a small box down on the table. Wary, he watched as she unwrapped the new toy from its packaging. “It’s something I picked up when I went to this shop last week.”

He swallowed when the cock ring was revealed. “Jesus Christ. Between this and your work supplies, I’m filled with anxiety at the thought of your bags ever getting searched at security.”

She gave him a cheeky grin. “Well, it takes their attention off the five-ounce bottle of shampoo I sneak in.”

She inserted the batteries. The few experiences he’d had with sex toys had been with the woman’s pleasure in mind. Never had he had one used on him. That was clearly about to change. “What’s the vibrator for?” Because he might be using the safe word if it was going somewhere in him.

“For me.”

Better.

She rolled the ring down his cock until it was nestled against the base. It was snug, but not too tight. More arousing than the nubby, silicone material was the look of adorable concentration on her face. Her brow furrowed as she got it on.

She glanced up. “How does it feel?”

“Not as good as you.”

“You’ll have me. If you’re a good boy. Are you a good boy?” She stroked up his dick. Her words were light, a conscious reversal of his favorite question for her.

Answering should have made him feel subservient. Yet as lightly as she’d spoken, she was craving his response as much as he always craved hers, creating a feedback loop of power and control. “Yes.”

She squeezed his cock tight, her hand like raspy silk. “I bought this one because it has a vibration mode.” She traced her finger down the length of his cock, following the vein, and rested it on the base of the device. “Should we try it?”

Yes. No. Out of his element, he shook his head but remained silent.

A mocking smile graced her lips. “I think we should.”

Her hand moved, and his head blew off.

Or that’s how it felt. The vibrations would have been enough to get him off, but the ring also clenched tighter, staving off his release. He gave a helpless moan. Was she trying to kill him?

She appeared wholly unconcerned with his imminent death. Tatiana picked up the vibrator and rolled it over her nipples, making them harder and longer. Desperate to regain an upper hand in directing this show, he used the only tool he had. “How does that feel?”

“So good.”

“Better than my hands? My mouth?”

“Never.”

“Put it inside you. Let me see how you do it when I’m not around.”

Watching Tatiana play with herself was high on his list of favorite pastimes, maybe a close second to fucking her. She moved the vibrator down over her belly and inserted the tip between the lips of her pussy. The rubber silicone disappeared inside her, those pretty pink lips snug and tight around it.

The fucking ridiculous ring she’d placed on him was an instrument of torture.

“Tatiana,” he growled. “Come over here, and I can give you something better to put inside of you.”

“Cocky.”

“Exactly.”

She gave a breathless laugh and tossed the vibrator aside. Instead of coming to him, though, she walked a few steps away to sink down onto the carpet in the middle of her jewelry supply.

She picked up the piece she’d been working on, the string of green beads, and glanced at him from beneath her lashes. “I think I do need something better inside of me.”

No. No, she wouldn’t. Would she?

“I was supposed to be finishing a commissioned necklace, you know. But no matter what I did, it was frustrating me.” She gestured to the materials haphazardly scattered around. “So I figured I’d finish up this other project.”

The piece she held was too short to be a necklace, too long to be bracelet. Her fingers fondled the smooth, round beads. Wyatt gnashed his teeth. “Tatiana.”

“I know you can buy sex jewelry, but that seemed silly when I could custom create it for myself. It’s nothing fancy. No precious stones. But the beads are a nice size, I think.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Ooh. I love it when you use that warning tone. Maybe you should count to three.” A naughty smile on her lips, she widened her legs until every pouting, pink inch of her pussy was visible to him, and leaned back against the window. She held the string up so the light shone through it, the color of each bead deepening. Tatiana blew on it to warm it and dragged it down her body. “One,” she whispered.

His heart stuttered. He barely breathed. The first bead disappeared inside her.

Her stomach clenched. “Two.”

They both moaned when she pressed the second bead inside her pussy. Sweat dripped into his eyes, and he shook his head to clear his vision. No, nothing could impede his view of this.

Her movements were sluggish as she reached for the third bead. Wyatt strained against the tie that bound him, his efforts to get free no longer half-hearted. Why the hell did he buy such good quality neckwear?

She paused, and he saw his opportunity. “It’s too much, isn’t it, baby?” he said, desperation making his words loud. “Your little cunt can’t take it. Come over here. I’ll make you feel so good.”