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Authors: Jenesi Ash
She heard his harsh breath. He was getting as excited as she was. She tried to calm her own breathing so as not to give herself away. She took another step, her heart in her throat. She hoped she wasn't making any noise.
Caleb paused. The tension in the room was unbearable. Her nipples tightened as she wondered what he was doing. Was he squinting in the darkness, looking for any sign of movement? Listening for the sound of her breathing? Or were his arms spread out, his fingers almost touching her?
The possibility made her shiver. She held her breath as he remained there. It seemed like it was minutes, but it was probably just a few seconds before he moved forward and bumped into the chair.
The sound of the chair skittering across the tile was loud to her ears. She pressed herself against the built-in cabinets as she heard Caleb move forward. He was so close she could feel the air move between them.
Mia listened to his feet hitting the tile as he made his away across the room to reach the dining room. She inched closer and closer to the wall. She reached out and touched something cold and smooth.
She jumped back, unsure where she was. She heard something metallic sliding along the wall. She tried to reach out and stop, whatever it was, but it clattered on the floor.
Oh, damn. Mia winced. She had forgotten about the broom.
She had to get away from that area, but which way should she go? She looked in the direction of the mudroom. She wouldn't get there fast enough. If she made a run for it, he would hear her.
She heard Caleb's steps coming closer to investigate. Her only choice was to stay in the corner.
Just as she pressed her back against the wall, the rough texture prickling her skin, she felt Caleb's presence. He'd moved faster than she'd expected.
The sound of his breathing was right next to her. She pressed all the way back, knowing that it was a matter of seconds before the game was up. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She wanted him to work for his prize. Mia grew warm thinking about how he'd celebrate his victory.
His fingers brushed against her hair, and then she felt nothing. She remained perfectly still as Caleb moved his hand back and brushed it again.
Caleb wrapped his fingers around her hair. “Gotcha,” he whispered.
He moved swiftly, pinning her against the wall, before she could say anything. His cock nestled against her stomach as his chest pressed against her breasts. He grabbed her arms and held them above her head.
“I surrender,” she said.
Caleb crashed his mouth onto hers. His aggression aroused a frisson of dark excitement. She knew he was going to claim his prize in the most basic way.
He held her wrists with one hand and moved his other hand down to her breasts. His touch was possessive. Caleb held her breast up so he could suck her nipple hard. Her keening cry echoed in the room.
It wasn't enough for Caleb. He bit down, branding her flesh. The bite was just hard enough to make her jump. Crescent-shaped marks would bloom on her skin later, and she would wear them with pride.
Caleb let his hand wander over her naked body. It was one more way of showing that she was his now, and he could do whatever he liked. From the appreciative hums and growls, Mia knew that he couldn't wait much longer to enjoy her.
He covered her sex with his hand and paused. “You're so wet,” he said. Mia could hear the smile in his voice. “You like playing hide-and-seek?”
“Yes.” Powerful emotions whipped through her when she was being hunted and claimed. It was primitive and thrilling. It was chaos in her otherwise safe existence.
She tilted her hips toward him as he dipped one finger inside her. Mia wished that she could see him, or that he could watch the passion flickering across her face.
Pressing the palm of his hand against her mound, he curled his finger inside, immediately finding her G-spot. He moved his finger in a small circular motion. Mia rocked her hips wildly, amazed by the gentle touch.
Mia started to shake. The pleasure was so intense she couldn't stand up straight. Her knees gave out, but Caleb caught her before she fell.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” Caleb said urgently.
She hooked her legs, her back sliding up the wall. She crossed her bare feet at the small of his back and squeezed her thighs around him. As she swayed and bucked her hips, she felt Caleb's hard cock pressing against the slick folds of her sex.
Both Caleb and Mia groaned as he slid deep into her wet heat. He still held her arms as he thrust deep inside her. There was no finesse or rhythm. He took her in the most elemental way.
And she loved it. She was pinned to the wall, unable to move or see. Her world was focused on the feel of his cock and the pulsating throb in her pussy. Caleb hammered inside her, and stars danced before her eyes. She came violently, screaming his name. Her flesh gripped him like a vise, triggering his own release.
Mia clung to Caleb, their skin sticky with sweat. Her breasts bumped against him with every gulp of air. Her legs ached but she didn't move.
Caleb nuzzled his face into her neck. “You want to play again?”
Her core clenched at the suggestion, squeezing Caleb's spent cock.
He gave a half groan, half laugh. “I guess you do.”
“Only this time,” she said as she unwrapped her legs from his hips, “give me a head start.”
“You can't hold off any longer,” Aidan said to Jamie as he lounged naked on her bed, the colorful sheet covering him from the waist down. He took the plate of sandwiches and set it on the bedside table. “It's my turn to tie you up.”
The last bite of her sandwich stuck in her throat. “I'm not avoiding it,” she insisted, but he didn't have to sound so gleeful. She half expected him to rub his palms together and give an evil cackle.
It had been a while since she had been tied down. An old boyfriend had handcuffed her to his bed, and the power had gone to his head. When he had finally released the cuffs, she had punched him in the jaw and walked out on him.
She'd like to think that Aidan would be more mature than her ex-boyfriend. When he had taken her on the kitchen table, Aidan's priority had been her pleasure. And tonight he had allowed her to tie him up first.
Aidan had shown a pattern of taking care of her. Jamie had to trust that he would continue. No amount of proof or instinct was going to erase her nervousness, she realized as her heart pounded against her ribs.
“Get on your knees.”
Jamie gritted her teeth. Damn, his commanding tone rankled. But she knew better than to comment or fight it. She would not give him an excuse to demonstrate his dominance.
She silently knelt down on the mattress next to Aidan and looked into his eyes. She wasn't trying to glare at him or have a showdown, but she wouldn't lower her eyes. That was asking too much.
Her pulse skipped a beat as Aidan reached for her. His fingers skimmed along the scooped neck of her tank top. The touch was light, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Aidan skimmed his hands down her sides and grabbed the hem of her top. “Raise your arms,” he told her.
Jamie followed his command, and he took off her shirt. She lowered her arms, her hands clenched, as she waited for his next instruction. She had a feeling that the first one was the easiest she would receive that night.
Aidan slid his hands along her collarbone. She felt the pulse at the base of her neck twitch under her skin. Jamie hoped he hadn't seen the telltale sign. She wanted him to think being tied up was no big deal to her.
He played with her breasts and smiled as they jiggled and swayed. When he swiped the pad of his thumb against the tip of her breast, she couldn't stop her nipple from tightening. Aidan lowered his head and sucked it in his mouth.
Jamie gasped at the strong pull. She felt it tugging straight to her clit, and she wanted more. She clasped her hands on Aidan's head, her fingers spearing through his short black hair. She wanted to press him closer, have him take more of her breast in his mouth, but he stopped suckling altogether.
“I didn't tell you to do that,” he said, his mouth pressed against her breast.
“Because you hadn't thought of it yet.”
He encircled her wrists with his fingers and pulled her hands down. “Don't do anything until I tell you to.”
Jamie sighed. “If that's what you want . . .” But she wasn't sure if she could keep her hands to herself. It was going to be a very long night.
“Since you're new at this,” he said as he reached for her discarded tank top, “I'm going to tie you up now.”
She dug her fingernails into her palms as the panic flashed in her chest. “Already?”
Aidan stretched the shirt and twisted it into a thick cotton rope. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah,” she said, staring at the tank top. She blinked and looked at Aidan. “Of course.”
“Hold out your hands.”
She defiantly offered him her hands and watched him bind her wrists together. She had expected something elaborate that only Houdini could escape. If not that, she thought he would twist her arms and legs in some exotic configuration.
Instead, he kept her hands in front of her body, tied together in a simple knot. He didn't even give her the respect of using a top-of-the-line leather cuff.
“I'm not a beginner when it comes to bondage,” she muttered.
Aidan smiled. “You are compared to me.”
This must be some psychological strategy, Jamie decided, as if she couldn't handle someone strong and experienced like him. He was wrong; she could handle anything he dished out.
Aidan's hands roamed over her chest and stomach. She flinched when he found her ticklish spot, just under her breasts. She squealed and dodged his hand, wishing she could block him with her hands.
“Get off the bed and kneel on the floor,” Aidan told her.
Jamie wavered, unsure if she wanted to follow that order. She would be in a submissive position, and would have to look up to him. She was already feeling vulnerable.
“Jamie . . .” Aidan warned.
“Okay, okay. I'm getting on the floor.” She scooted off the bed and knelt down.
Aidan got of the bed and stood before her. “Don't question my commands. The quicker you do them, the easier it will be for you.”
“Ha!” She pressed her lips together before she said anything else.
Her eyes traveled along his naked body. His physique was amazing. He looked like a powerful conquering hero.
She, on the other hand, got the role of a handmaiden. A naked one, at that.
She couldn't believe she'd agreed to this! Jamie wiggled her fingers, but the twisted T-shirt didn't give. She wrestled with the constraints. Aidan knew exactly how to bind her where she couldn't complain about it being too tight, but she couldn't work her hands free.
Aidan gently cradled her jaw with both hands and tilted her face up. Threading his fingers in her hair, he massaged her scalp until he held the back of her head with one hand. He reached for his cock with the other and rubbed the wet tip along her mouth, outlining her lips.
Jamie opened and darted her tongue against his cock. She liked how he shivered from the flirty touch. There's a lot more where that came from.
“Not until I tell you,” Aidan reminded her, his face stern. “If you can't follow this rule, you'll be punished.”
Oooh . . . Heat flooded her pelvis. No, wait. What was she thinking? That wasn't supposed to be a promise. If Aidan tried bending her over his knee, he was in big trouble.
Aidan pressed his thumb against her chin and opened her mouth before guiding his cock past her lips. “Now lick me.”
She swirled her tongue along the crown, enjoying the taste of his cock. She licked and slurped with abandon, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to fondle his balls and draw him deep into her mouth. She gently sucked against the tip, and he lurched forward, ramming his cock into her mouth.
“Suck me hard,” he told her roughly.
Jamie noticed he didn't say a word about sucking his cock before he told her. She opened her mouth wider, accommodating his thickness. She drew him in, the muscles in her cheeks pulling hard. The tip pressed at the back of her throat, and she relaxed her muscles.
Aidan groaned when he realized she could deep-throat him. His fingers tightened against her jaw and began thrusting in her mouth. Jamie felt an intense rush of power coiling around her and sucked harder.
When had she ever been so intent to pleasure a man? She couldn't remember. She watched Aidan's expression as he thrust in her mouth. He bucked against her face, her nose pressed against the dark thatch of hair.
She couldn't ignore the aching throb in her pussy anymore. Pressing her bound hands against her mound, Jamie stroked her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned. She pressed harder just as Aidan stopped and pulled away from her.
He took a deep breath before he spoke. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” She hummed with pleasure as she continued to stroke her clit.
The corner of his mouth slanted up. “I didn't give you permission,” he said softly.
Jamie's hand froze. Uh-oh.
“I have to punish you now.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Stand up.”
She slowly got to her feet, her ass tingling, knowing that a good hard spanking was in her near future. She wouldn't tolerate it. If he so much as tried, she was walking out.
He walked behind her. Jamie shifted from one foot to the other. She didn't like not being able to see him. It put her at a disadvantage.
Aidan brushed his fingers along her panties. He tugged them off her hips and dragged them down her legs. “Don't move,” he whispered in her ear.
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