Rogue's Angel (Rogue Series) (4 page)

I nodded. Recovery sounded just like what I needed. I was breathless and...and weak, somehow. My limbs felt heavy, but it was very nice to have that ache inside me relieved. It had been there for weeks, since I first laid eyes on Stevain.

Stevain. Something inside me sighed in relief as it settled in place around my heart. I reached and placed my hand on his well-muscled chest. He closed his eyes for a long moment before bending to kiss me.

"Your touch," he said. "There's something about it. It's unlike anything I've ever felt. But you are mine to command and it won't do for you to have that kind of power over me. Otherwise I will end up serving you instead of you serving me."

"And would that be so bad?" I asked, laying back on the table and smiling up at him.

He smiled in return, though his held a wickedness I knew well. "It would indeed, Angel. I'm not the kind to bend my knee to anyone, let alone a woman. A very delectable woman." He reached for my hand and gathered it in his, then kissed my knuckles and the palm of it before guiding it over my head. I heard a click and looked up. A metal band enclosed my wrist. My eyes widened. Before I knew what was happening, he'd brought the other hand above my head and did the same, securing it there with a band of metal. I wiggled my arms, confused.

"What-?" I began.

"Shh," he said as he reached for a metal bar about two feet long with large circles attached to either end. "Remember the word I told you to use if you become frightened and want to stop playing."

"We're playing? This is a game?" I asked.

"Mmmhmm," he replied, bringing the metal bar between my legs. He snapped one of the circles at the ends around one thigh just above my knee, then did the same thing to the other. "A game I'm sure you'll enjoy."

I tried to bring my knees together. The bar held my legs open. I stared at him, wide-eyed. He smiled and reached for my ankles. Identical, smaller shackles went around them. These had a little hook in the middle of them, and he threaded a thin chain through it and snapped it together with a small clasp. I looked up and saw the chain was one of the ones attached to the ceiling, and ran through a small pulley. I didn't have time to look long, though, because he gave the chain a gentle tug. The pulley clicked and my ankles inched off the table. My knees bent automatically as my ankles were lifted above them, exposing my lower half. He reached under the table below my behind and the bottom half of it dropped to the floor.

"Perfect," he said, and went around to the end of the table. I moved my head, trying to see him around my thighs. He smiled at me and knelt down on the padded piece of table that had fallen on the floor. I peered at him through the opening the bar between my thighs made. He winked and looked between my thighs too. Only he wasn't looking at my face. He was looking at my-

My thoughts were interrupted by his hands cupping my bottom. His thumbs stroked the cheeks while his fingers curled around toward my hips. He slid his hands up my thighs and back down again before they slid between them and pushed them apart as far as the bar between them allowed. He looked up at me between my thighs. I shivered and kept looking at him. My neck was starting to ache and my stomach muscles were starting to quiver from trying to see. My breath came faster and the fire inside me was burning again.

"Ready?" he asked, and kissed my inner thigh.

Stars exploded behind my eyes and I arched my back. My shoulders and head pressed hard into the padded table beneath me. He laughed. "I'll take that as yes."

I gasped and looked down again. All I saw this time was his dark hair between my thighs an instant before I felt - oh God, was that his
tongue
?! I groaned and thrashed and was actually grateful the metal bands were holding me in place, because I don't think I could have stayed on the table if they hadn't been there. He looked up at me between my thighs, and I could see his wicked grin in his sparkling eyes as he lowered his head again. This time he made sure I saw his tongue before it touched my - God what was he doing? What was he touching? He pulled back and brought one of his fingers to his mouth. He made sure I was looking before he slid his finger into his mouth and worked it around for a moment. Then he pulled his wet finger out of his mouth and lowered his mouth to the area between my thighs again. My shoulders pressed hard into the padded table again as my breath came in quick little pants. I felt his wet finger trail along the fold of my thigh. My brow furrowed. What-

Oh, GOD.

I heard myself screaming, and his warm laughter muffled by his mouthful of my flesh. His tongue licked and sucked at that wonderful spot he'd rubbed earlier while his finger entered me slowly. If the bands of metal hadn't been holding my hands, I'd have been climbing the walls. His finger moved within me again, another inch. There didn't seem to be an end to it. It felt as though he was reaching inside of me and touching my throat and it was wonderful. My hips tilted and I felt his finger move again. My eyes flew opened and I gasped. I did it again and moaned.

"Like that, do you?" he murmured against my mound. He looked up at me. "I like it too." He grinned and I felt his finger move again. "You're a tight little thing. You were lying about never having been with anyone. I like that."

I panted and tried to make my brain form a coherent sentence, but he moved his finger again, pulling it back and sliding it forward again, and my eyes rolled back in my head. That aching fire was tingling through my body, pressure building in a desperate wanting centering between my thighs. All I could manage was "please." He laughed again.

"More? There's much more, little Angel. Like this." He lowered his head again and took me into his mouth. I felt his tongue flick that wonderful spot and the fire in me roared. As it did, I felt his finger slide out of me, then back in, only this time there was more. It wasn't just his finger now, but two. I gasped and tried to pull away, but his fingers kept sliding forward. Oh, God. My eyes shut tight. All I could feel was his mouth and tongue and fingers and pressure and oh God I wanted! I wanted whatever he was doing inside me to do...something.

"Please," I whimpered again.

I felt his fingers inside me, hard and long, curling up toward my belly. His other hand slid to my hip and pulled me toward him.

"Rock your hips, Angel," he murmured. He looked up at me and licked me again. "It will feel nice. Trust me."

"I trust you," I breathed, and did as he said.

Oh, GOD.

Just when I thought things couldn't feel any more amazing, they did. The ache inside me tripled and I fought my bonds.

"PLEASE!" I yelled, thrashing in desperation against both my bonds and his fingers.

He slid his fingers out of me and replaced them with his tongue. His thumb replaced his tongue at the top of my flesh and massaged that wonderful spot as his tongue slid in and out of the hole his fingers had found.

I shuddered and couldn't help but rock my hips against his face. Oh, God. I wanted...so much want....

I felt his hands slide up my thighs and grasp them hard under my knees. He pushed them as far toward my chest as he could and began licking and sucking at me like a starving man given a banquet. I heard him moan as I did and felt him pushing and pulling at my thighs. My bottom pressed hard against the padding beneath me. My head thrashed from side to side as the vicious pressure inside me burst and ecstasy flooded through me. I cried out in my own language and heard him laugh against my flesh again. I shuddered as his tongue slid into my opening again.

"Mmm," he said as he straightened. He wiped his chin on his arm and grinned. "You're so sweet, Angel. I'm going to have to go back for seconds before we're done here. For now, though, I think you should repay the favor."

It was all I could do to breathe. He came up to the side of the table near my head and looked down at me. "We'll play with this table again later. Did you like it?"

I nodded breathlessly.

He laughed. "Good. Now..." He reached for the chain above my head and lowered my ankles, then pushed at the underside of the table near one of my hands and the metal band opened. He did the same thing with the other hand. "I think that spreader bar can stay in place. You don't need your thighs for our next game."

He went back to the bottom of the table and pulled me to my feet. I could barely stand, my knees were so weak. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I could taste something sweet on his tongue when it entered my mouth, but it wasn't unpleasant. I whimpered.

"Ready for our next game? I promise you'll like it."

I don't think I could have spoken if he'd commanded it of me, and I was glad he hadn't. I nodded instead.

"Good. Kneel before me, Angel."

I stiffened. I had only ever knelt before the One, and Stevain wasn't He.

"Do as I say," he ordered. "Kneel, Angel. Surely you remember how."

I bowed my head and remembered I wasn't home anymore. I tried to move my leg so that I might kneel, but it was bound firmly to the other. I couldn't kneel!

"My lord, I-"

"Use both at the same time. You can do it. There is a pad beneath you. Bend your knees and lower your body to it."

I followed his instructions and hit the bottom half of the table on the floor gracelessly. But I'd done it. I looked up at him.

He smiled down at me and reached for the button of his jeans. He unzipped them and slid them down over his thighs. My eyes widened as the material fell to the floor, revealing his beautiful skin and prodigious maleness. Clearly he preferred not to use underclothes, either. He kicked the garment aside and reached down to cup my chin.

"Open your mouth, Angel."

I did so, slightly. He pressed the tip of his manhood to my lips. My eyes widened.

"More, lovely one. Raise your hands and put them on my hips."

My hands trembled, but I did as he said. His skin seemed to burn mine, but it was wonderful. I opened my mouth wider and felt his flesh slide between my lips and along my tongue. I whimpered and closed my eyes as I sighed. My God. This was bliss. My knees ached, my ankles were still bound too, but I loved it. His flesh in my mouth stretched my lips but also felt wonderful. I looked up at him and tightened my hands on his hips as he began to move them back and forth, sliding himself in and out of my mouth.

"That's right, Angel," he murmured, sliding his hands into my hair. "Suck my cock."

Is that what it was called? And sucking? I could do that. I knew how. So I did. And he groaned. A little electric tingle curled in my belly in response, and I tried hard not to smile. He was experiencing that aching want. I knew it. Just like he'd made me feel. I could make him feel it too. I sucked harder at him and was rewarded with another moan. His hands tightened in my hair as his hips moved faster.

"God, yes," he moaned. "The perfect little servant aren't you, just like you're bred to be. Suck it, baby."

Wasn't that what I was doing? Did he want it harder? More? I opened my mouth as much as I could and felt more of his...cock...slide into it. I moved my tongue to make more room for it. He twitched and groaned. His hands in my hair moved, one to the back of my head and the other to the top. So he liked it when my tongue moved, then. I moved my tongue more and he groaned again, his head tilting back like mine did when he touched me. His hand tightened in my hair at the base of my neck and I felt his fist pull my head forward toward his hips as he pushed them toward me.

He looked down at me and slowed down how fast slid himself in and out of my mouth. "God, you give amazing head for someone who's never had a cock between their lips. I could fuck your face all night, but I don't think you're ready to learn to swallow yet, and I don't want to cum in your mouth. I'd rather come in that tight little pussy of yours. But damn does this feel -" He groaned again and thrust himself deep into my mouth again. His hands cupped either side of my head and he closed his eyes as he slid himself in and out of my mouth several times very quickly, grunting with each time he did it.

All of a sudden he pulled back suddenly; sliding himself from my lips. I looked up at him, confused. Did I do something wrong? He reached down and grasped my wrists, pulling me to my feet. He kissed me deeply and put my arms around his neck as he bent down and picked me up again. He carried me across the room to the large X leaning against the wall. He set me down and went to it. I watched in fascination as he pulled it from the wall. It slid along the floor and ceiling on some kind of railing. He smiled and came back to me, reaching down my legs to remove the bar between them. He dropped it to the floor.

"I don't think we'll be needing that anymore tonight," he said. He bent down to my ankles and took the shackles off them as well, then stood up to kiss me again. His arms went around my waist and he turned me around and backed me into the wooden X shape. He smiled and brought my hands over my head again. He secured my wrists in place with the pieces of leather hanging from the tops of the arms of the X. "Spread your legs, Angel."

I looked down and saw leather ties on the bottom of the X and understood he wanted to tie my legs like he had my arms. Why did he want to do that?

"Do as I say," he said.

I did, and he bent down and tied my ankles to the X.

"Beautiful," he murmured, and came close. He kissed my lips, then my neck. His hand cupped my breast, his fingers pinching their hard tip between them. I whimpered and closed my eyes. He groaned again and dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands seized my hips and he buried his face between my legs. I cried out as he began licking and sucking at me in a frenzy.