Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (19 page)

"You're so fucking hot."

I glanced between my legs and saw him stroking his cock and
staring at me.
Damn it! I can't even squirm.
I'd never felt so
naked—helpless and exposed.

"I could look at you all night."

"Yellow."

His triumphant grin faded and confusion took its place.
"Why?"

"If all you do is look...." I closed my eyes and
saw myself from his perspective. Dripping cunt, unprotected ass, stiff nipples
on top of heaving breasts... and powerless to stop him. My breath came in short
gasps. He moved closer, but still didn't touch me. Wet heat trickled down my
butt.
Oh God!

"You're mine, Talia." His breath possessed my
skin. "To do with as
I
please."

"Alex...." My muscles contracted, but my limbs
would not move.

"And you know what I'm going to do?"

Will had threatened me like that once, threatened to leave
me bound and aching for him. "Don't...."

He got up on his knees and licked the bottom of my foot,
rubbing his stiff cock all over my spread wet flesh as he nibbled down my leg.
"I'm gonna make you say red."

Holy fucking hell! How will he do that?
Trembling
fear ripped me apart, but those ropes held me together as he plunged his face
into my vulnerable cunt. "Stop! God, please. Stop." I sobbed. Those
words would do nothing to deter him.

But that's the idea.

He ignored me and drew circles around my exposed clit with
his tongue. The ropes held my body prisoner, leaving both his hands free to act
as his mouth's accomplices. He slipped two fingers into my pussy, stroking and
teasing, sucking and licking. Waves of pleasure radiated through my captive
legs, curling my toes.

His unfettered hand drifted between my ass cheeks, exploring
territory I'd forbidden to him, as his gaze burned a fiery trail from my pussy
to my flushed face. A wayward fingertip pressed my tight hole.

My jaw clenched. "Yellow, damn it."

His triumphant laugh teased my clit, but he moved his hand
to cup my butt.

He listened to me?

A foreign sensation, something I'd never felt with any man,
teased the boundaries of my consciousness, an illusion flirting with reason.
Tied, bound, and yet....

In control.

But before I could fully grasp the idea, Alex chased it away
with his disobedient mouth. He'd moved his finger, but now his tongue ventured
toward that same prohibited place.

"Yelloooo... oh my." Furtive licks sent sparks of
secret pleasures skittering along my spine.
Mmm... maybe I won't call him
off this time.
But he obeyed and redirected his efforts to my hungering
clit.

He braced his body on my suspended legs and gave my pussy
his full attention, plundering my wet flesh while I strained against my
bindings. The ropes tightened, but they didn't bite into me. My restraints held
firm while Alex's mouth tore my body apart.

"Oh! God!"

I pulled and he pushed, driving his tongue faster and harder
until I gave up the fight and gasped for breath, unable to do anything but wait
for his next move.

He got up on his knees and stroked his cock along my
twitching slit. "Do you want this?"

"Yes, but I want it in my hands."

"Mmm... I'd have to untie you."

"Please, I need to touch you."

He smiled and crawled alongside me. "I like hearing you
beg." He leaned over and kissed my lips, my shoulder, my nipple.

I managed to twist my wrist in his direction and stretch my
hand out, but my fingers stopped far short. "My hands...."

"Your mouth." He braced his hands on the
headboard, bent over me and brushed his cock on my lips.

I circled his erection with my tongue and he gasped. He
grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth while I lay beneath him. I couldn't grab
his balls, couldn't stroke his shaft, couldn't suck his cock the way I wanted
to.
Red?

I turned my head and his cock withdrew, the stop command
poised on my tongue.

No.
He held me at his mercy, my body subject to his
whims, but an awkward blow job didn't warrant a halt to our sex play.

We need to earn it.

I forgot my bindings and reached for him, but that Goddamn
rope held me back. "I
need
to get my hands on you!"

He pressed his cock against my lips. "Your mouth does
just fine, baby."

With no other tools but my tongue and my lips available, I
gave him the blow job of his life. I sucked him in hard, twisting my tongue around
his shaft until his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Holy fuck!" He pulled my hair, rocking his hips
while I took my frustration out on his erection, making sure to fold my lips
over my teeth so I wouldn't damage my prize. He fell to the bed, panting. "Good
girl. You've earned a reward."

"Untie me?"

"Nope." He moved between my bound legs and thrust
his hot cock into my wet pussy. "I'm going to fuck you...." He closed
his eyes and seemed to lose his thought.

But I held on to mine. Bound, helpless, unable to
participate. Passive. I
hated
passive. Alex's cock did amazing things to
my body, but I wanted to reciprocate—give back to him.
I can't!

"Oh please...."

"Like that?"

"Noooo...." I shook my head, but he smiled and
pounded me. He didn't understand. I whimpered and thrashed, but failed to gain
any sympathy from him.

"I can't... I can't come." Even as flames licked
my struggling limbs. My skin flushed with the effort and sweat beaded on my
body. The rope on my right wrist loosened.
Freedom!
I yanked at the restraint,
and it slipped around my palm.

"Surrender to it." Alex watched my struggle.
"See where it takes you."

The silken bond slid over my fingers, but I grabbed it and
held tight. "Take me where you're going."

"As you wish." He held my thighs and drove in
deep.

My angled position enabled him to reach places I didn't know
existed. I released all the resistance in my body, all the pent-up fight and
simply let him carry me off on a rushing whisper of bliss. "Ohh...."

I floated back to the bed, still bound, still helpless, but
empowered, surging with strength and unlimited pleasure.

But Alex hadn't taken the trip with me. He stroked his
still-hard cock between my over-sensitized lips. "I can't get enough of
this." He gasped and slid lower, circling my tight hole, smearing it with
my juices and easing in.

Bastard never surrenders.
But I let him have that
off-limits thrill just a moment longer. I liked it, too, but he hadn't earned
it yet. "Red."

He didn't ask why. He just winked, pulled out and came on my
pussy.

"I didn't think you'd listen to me."

He lay on my stomach and wrapped his arms around me. "I
didn't have a choice. If I don't obey the safeword, you'll never trust
me."

So he'd complied with the word, not me.
I let go of
the rope and ran my fingers through his hair. "Untie me now?"

"No." He got up and walked to the bathroom. I
heard water running so I bit my tongue until he finished cleaning up. But when
he came back out, he winked at me and turned down the hall.

"Where the hell are you going?" No answer. The
headboard quaked as I jerked against the ropes. "Bastard!" I yelled
toward the open door. I reached for the knot at my other wrist, but my bound
leg got in the way. "You'd better pray I don't get loose 'cause if I do,
I'm gonna tie
your knees to your ears and spank your ass with your own
belt."

Alex walked in the room with a smirk on his face and a
bottle of water in his hand. "Did you think I was going to leave you like
this?"

"What was your first clue?" My shoulder throbbed
as I yanked on the binding.

He crawled onto the bed, grinning like a fiend as he trailed
his fingers over my heaving breast. "Mad enough to rip my head off but wet
enough to take my dick all the way up to your eyeballs." Then a hint of
something I've never seen in him before—regret?—turned his lips down, and he
lowered his gaze as if redirecting his thoughts.  "I've walked away from
you too many times, Talia."

My heart pounded, chasing the fight from my body. "All
right. That'll get you off the hook
this
time."

 My limbs ached as he released them. Alex held me and
massaged the soreness away. "Did you like being tied up?"

I settled into the pillow. "I didn't like being
passive."

"I noticed."

"I like to participate. I want to give back...." I
reached out and caressed his cheek.

He kissed my palm. "You mean fight back."

"Yeah, but... I liked letting you take over."

Alex rolled on his back and pulled me on top of his chest.
"I always take over. There's no letting about it."

I leaned up on my elbow. "True. I liked it when you
forced me. No, that's not right. You never forced me. You... enticed me."

He arched an eyebrow. "And you liked that?"

"Oh yes."

He smiled as my breathless admission tickled his skin.
"So maybe it wasn't the guilt that excited you as much as giving in to
temptation—unable to resist."

Interesting.
"I never thought of it like that.
Guilt tore me apart. I went home to Will swearing I'd never touch you again,
but you always found a way to lure me back."

His eyes widened and a light bulb clicked on. "You like
to submit."

"What? I'm not a wimp."

"You're the most stubborn, strong-willed woman I know,
but you give in to
me
because I'm the temptation you can't resist, the
need you can't say no to."

"One of them." But the last time I'd said his
name, Alex had left me. I pressed my lips together and buried my face into his
chest, hiding my eyes from his all-knowing gaze.

But he slipped his hand under my chin and made me look at
him. "And now I'm in his place."

"I never cheated on you. I haven't slept with Will
since before we started this dating thing."

He nodded. "Is that when he tied you up?"

"No, he did that before...." I left the words
unsaid and got interested in his nipple.

He twisted my hair around his fingers. "Tell me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Remember our romp in his bed? I made you tell me
how he made love to you."

My stomach fluttered. "That was crazy hot."

"Yeah, so tell me, did he tie you up like I did?"
His cock stiffened under my thigh.

"Not exactly. He took me to this old washed-out pier on
Lake Michigan. We weren't planning on fucking, but I ended up tied between a
couple of posts."

Alex rolled onto his side, turning me so my back pressed
against his chest. He slipped his knee between my thighs and an arm under my
shoulders to gently squeeze my neck. "Were you naked?"

"Yes."

"Do you like being on display?"

A violent involuntary shudder ripped through my body.

He didn't need an answer. "Look at the window. Is that
what you like?"

The darkened glass reflected a carnal image back at me—my
body held captive by his, bare and exposed from my neck to my knees.
"Ooo...."

"Remember all those times we fucked in front of a
window? He watched us."

"I know."

"Watch us now."

I stared at the window as he lifted my leg and draped it
over his thigh, displaying my pussy as the head of his cock slid between my
lower lips, teasing my clit. My breath came slow and heavy, rocking my body
with his.

"What did he do to your body while he had it tied
up?" His voice turned husky and dark, and he tugged my stiff nipple.

"Everything I asked."

"Tell me." He slid his hand over my hip and played
with my clit.

"He worshipped me. He sipped my nipples like fine wine.
He got on his knees and devoured my pussy like a last meal. He made me feel
like a fucking goddess."

Alex slammed his cock into me from behind. "And he
fucked you?"

"Till he could no longer stand."

He groaned and withdrew. "Did he fuck your ass?"

"No, he only does that when I initiate it."

His hand curled around my throat. Yellowish spots swam in
front of my eyes as he plunged into me, possessing my pussy. Flickering heat
surrounded our bodies, twisted and writhing on the bed.

He rolled onto my back, trapping me against the bed while he
spread my legs and wrapped them around his thighs. I squealed as he pulled my
hair, shooting sparks from my roots to my toes.

"Harder!" I slammed my body back against him.

He drove deep, penetrating my cunt, owning me.
"Mine."

"Take it! I want to feel you in the morning."

He growled and cursed, battering my backside until I ached,
crying for release. I grabbed the headboard, the sheets, and held tight,
knowing the coming surrender would leave me defenseless. And I loved it.

"Ah shit!"

I felt him erupt inside me. Molten heat seeped through my
body, igniting my senses and tearing me away from the reality I was clinging to
and sweeping me off to places unknown. Terrifying. Exciting. "Oh please!
Please, come with me!"

He fell, wrapping me up and keeping me entwined in his
embrace. His heart pounded with mine, our breathing matched. "Stay here
tonight."

I nodded on his chest and his breath slowed, steady, solid
and safe.

But we weren't alone. A shadow from our past loomed long
over us. Could we escape him?

Did we want to?

Proceed with caution.

I woke up with the woman I loved in my arms.

Holy shit! I love her.
For the first time in too many
years, I cared about someone other than me, wanted to put her needs first.
Wanting
to isn't enough.
I needed to
do
. I needed to earn her love in
return.