Tie Me Down: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (30 page)

The only reference to the email was when Torres growled out of the corner of his mouth, “I had to give the computer to the e-guys—see what they could come up with from it. But I made them promise that Jose would be the only one to look at it. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

She’d been touched by his concern, by his desire to spare her any and all embarrassment. She’d thanked him, but he’d shaken his head and told her it was nothing. Chastian hadn’t seen it the same way; had called her into his office just a little while ago
and ordered her to take a week’s vacation, or face suspension.

She’d taken the vacation, effective immediately. And the worst part was—after all her fine posturing—that she hadn’t even had the nerve to tell him to go to hell. Stressed out over the photos, feeling more violated than she ever had before in her life, she didn’t have any fight left in her. She’d just agreed with Chastian and left. What was one more violation on top of all the others?

Her hands locked onto the key ring, and she pulled it out with a sigh. Slid her house key into the lock. Heard it click and then pushed the door open. Before she knew what was happening, Cole grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside before he slammed the door shut behind her.

“What are you—” Her question was cut off when he shoved her face-first into the wall hard enough to have the air whooshing from her lungs.

“I need you.” He grabbed her wrists, locked them above her head and pressed his hard, muscular body against her from behind. “I need to be inside you.”

He sounded utterly desperate—and her sorrow fled in the face of his obvious pain.

She could feel his arousal against her ass as he molded every inch of his rocksolid body to hers, and she responded instantly as the need to comfort him the only way he would allow welled up inside of her.

She struggled to turn around, to look at him, but he wouldn’t ease up. Wouldn’t let her go, his hand tightening around her wrists as he leaned even more heavily against her.

“Do you want me to stop?” Cole whispered the question in her left ear, his hot breath making her shiver despite herself.

She wanted to hold him—to soothe him—but she knew him well enough to understand that he couldn’t accept that from her now. Wouldn’t accept it from her at all. Part of her wanted to stop him, to demand that they talk about this thing that had ripped him inside out, but the other part just wanted to give in to him for a while. To make him feel good. To let him make her feel good in return.

Then he was rocking his hips against her, and any thought of stopping him disappeared. He felt incredible, the hand that gripped her wrists tight but not painful. The pressure of his long, lithe body against her the same.

“Genevieve?” he prompted, licking the delicate skin behind her ear. “Tell me now if you want me to leave.”

Closing her eyes, she said the only two words she was capable of forming, the only two words she wanted to say: “Don’t leave.”

His response was a deep whoosh of air against her cheek, as if he’d been holding his breath, waiting for her answer. And then he was moving, his free hand tangling in her hair. Pulling her head back so that her throat was exposed to his questing mouth.

His raked his teeth down the slender column, then used his tongue to lick away the sweat that had formed as suddenly as her need for him. Up and down her throat, he went, covering every square inch of her neck until there was no place he hadn’t kissed. Then he got to the hollow of her throat and began to suck, strong pulls that sent heat and wetness careening into her sex.

She arched against him, stood on tiptoes so that she could press her ass more firmly against his hard cock. He felt so good. Hard and hot and in control, he made her feel like the most desirable woman on earth. Like no one else would ever do for him.

With her hands stretched above her head, her body held nearly immobile by the hard press of his, she felt bound. Helpless. Completely at Cole’s mercy. And somehow the vibe worked for her, despite the fact that she had never wanted to give any man this much control over her. Had fought against it her whole life.

But Cole was different. With his hot eyes and hotter body, he brought her more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed possible. He made her crave it—crave him—with a hunger that could not be satisfied.

His free hand fumbled down her back, yanked at her pants until the button popped open and the zipper gave out. Then he was shoving them down her legs, slipping a hand between her thighs to test her readiness.

She knew what he found, knew that the finger he pulled away from her was coated with her juices. So she waited, arms locked above her head, breasts pressed against the wall, pussy wide open and waiting to be filled.

He groaned, slipped the finger that had just been inside her into his mouth and tasted her. One long second passed, then two as she waited for him. Suddenly, he was there, his hard cock shoving into her with one powerful thrust.

She whimpered at the invasion, but pressed back against him and let him ride her to orgasm. It was quick, mind-numbing, a slice of heaven on earth, and as he hurtled her into first one climax and then another, she decided that she would stop fighting. That she would take whatever Cole could give her and just be thankful for the time she had with him.

“Come with me.” His voice was still low, still wicked, as he pulled out of her. He held out a hand in the dim light and she didn’t hesitate to take it. Wherever he wanted to take her tonight, she would follow. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would embrace it. And pray that it was enough to satisfy the darkness in his soul.

He led her up the stairs to her bedroom, where long, tapered candles in shades of red and pink and black flickered. “Sit on the edge of the bed and finish undressing.” His voice was low, his eyes intense, and she couldn’t help wondering why his demons were riding him so much harder tonight.

She almost worked up the nerve ask him when he pulled a long velvet cord off her nightstand. Her eyes widened as she stared at it, and she couldn’t keep the tremble from her voice as she asked, “What’s that?”

He didn’t answer, just smiled and said, “Do you trust me, Genevieve?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, quickly stripping off her shirt and bra. It was true; she knew he would never deliberately hurt her. And if this was what he needed tonight—to feel in control of her, of something, while his life spun completely out of his command—she would give it to him.

“Tell me if you want to stop, or if I do something you don’t like.”

“You won’t.”

He grinned at her confidence, his cock twitching between them. And then he was wrapping the cord around her—first over and around her chest, directly above her breasts, then below them, where her bra strap usually rested. Stepping back, he twisted the long lengths of rope still in his hand, so that the pressure was a little tighter and she could feel the ropes digging into her skin.

Pulling her arms behind her, he wrapped the silken cord around first one and then the other, so that her shoulders were pressed back and down, her arms hanging, bound, behind her back.

And it felt good—amazingly good. So good that she looked at Cole in surprise and asked, “What is this?”

He smiled wickedly. “A mild form of Japanese rope bondage.” He reached forward and flicked first one of her nipples and then the other. She moaned, arching back a little to give him better access. And felt the bonds constrict pleasurably, her breasts beginning to tighten and throb from the constriction.

She gasped, arched a little more, and nearly came from the sensations cascading through her. “How—” The sensations grew so pleasurable that her voice broke before she could finish the question.

But Cole seemed to understand what she was asking, and answered her slowly while he squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She gasped, trembled, the sensation somehow so much more erotic than it had been before the ropes.

“Japanese bondage isn’t just about the psychological pleasure that comes from being bound for your lover’s satisfaction.” Cole lowered his mouth, teased one red tip with his tongue as she shuddered and cried out. “Although there is that too.”

He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck, and she couldn’t disagree with him. Though she longed to run her fingers through his hair, to stroke her hands up and down his back, there was something incredibly exciting about sitting here, unable to move, awaiting whatever pleasure he wanted to take from her.

“But the true pleasure comes from the positioning of the ropes themselves. The dom has to make sure they hit particular pleasure points to ensure the ropes are at their most effective.”

He skimmed a finger under first one rope and then the other, massaging each of the points where the ropes touched her body. “Did I get the right points?” he asked teasingly.

Her only answer was her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as pleasure—hot, sweet and out of control—burst inside of her.

“It seems that I did,” he murmured, before ordering, “Stand up,” in his most commanding voice. He watched with dark eyes as she struggled to her feet without the use of her hands and upper body. Every movement pulled the ropes tighter, increasing the pressure and the warm, jetting pleasure she was experiencing.

Her knees trembled, but she locked them in place, determined to handle whatever Cole threw at her. But when he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, her control was stretched to the breaking point.

His teeth fastened on her areola, biting and tugging while his tongue soothed the crazy little aches popping up all over her body. He wasn’t gentle with her, didn’t take it easy on her. But then she hadn’t expected him to. He was in pain, his demons completely out of control, and he was desperate to exorcise them.

No, he wasn’t easy, but then she didn’t want easy. She wanted something that would take her over, consume her, give her unimaginable ecstasy. Something that would take her mind off what had happened at the station today, until all she thought of was Cole. Until all she wanted was Cole. Arching her back to give him better access, she leaned back slightly and relished the electricity that zipped from her breasts to her core, the crazy tightening of the ropes just making it better.

He moved to her other breast, and she looked down at her well-used nipple curiously. It was a deep, dark red, glistening in the candlelight.

He moved to the underside of her breasts, right above the ropes, and nipped sharply. She screamed, shuddered, as she felt that bite all the way to her toes.

Again and again he licked and sucked and nibbled her breasts—until the mere act of standing took more concentration than she could muster.

Collapsing on the bed, her trembling legs unable to hold her any longer, she leaned back on her bound elbows and watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. She longed to touch him, to feel his muscles ripple under her hands. But at the same time there was something liberating about being bound for his pleasure, unable to move or switch. Unable to do anything but simply lay back and enjoy.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, licking a trail from her breasts to her navel to her aching sex.

She did as he requested, arching her hips all the while. But he didn’t touch her aching clit, didn’t kiss or caress or lick her where she was most desperate for him. Instead he moved away.

She was tempted to open her eyes, but decided to give it a minute, to see what else her lover had up his sleeve. She wasn’t disappointed. Within moments, he was
pouring something deliciously warm over her stomach. She lay still, savoring the hot water as it ran in rivulets down her sides and onto the bed.

He did it again and again—over her breasts, across her belly, down one leg and then the other, and it felt amazingly good. At some point she realized it wasn’t water he was using on her—it dried too quickly and didn’t evaporate. She wanted to look, but fought the urge, knowing it would be better to wait for Cole.

So she relaxed and simply enjoyed the unique feeling. Shuddered as whatever it was coated her nipples, increasing their sensitivity to the point that she could barely lie still.

“Cole,” she whimpered, eyes closed and body straining. “Take me. Fuck me. I can’t stand this.”

“Just a little more,” he said soothingly, his mouth claiming hers. His tongue tangling and teasing and taunting hers until she wanted to scream with frustrated desire.

“Open your eyes,” he said, and she did slowly, glancing down at her body curiously.

What she saw there had her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes widening with shocked pleasure. She’d been right—it hadn’t been water he’d been pouring on her at all.

Instead he’d used warm candle wax. Not hot enough to cause pain, but more than warm enough to make her pussy and breasts and clit throb with unrelieved excitement.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, staring at the patterns of red and black and pink on her skin. “Absolutely exquisite.”

She reveled in his admiration, in the absence of pain in his eyes for a minute, and let it soothe away the terrible harshness of her day. But then even his gaze was too much, her body starving for him in a way she’d never before experienced.

Burning up, out of control, she let her eyes tell him exactly how much she wanted him. “Does that mean you’ll fuck me now?” she demanded.

He smiled slightly, his eyes turning darker. “Is that what you want?”

“God, yes. I’m going to implode if you don’t.” Already her sex was clenching rhythmically, hungry for his cock.

He moved his hand down to his hugely aroused cock, wrapped it around the base of it and began stroking up and down. She watched him, transfixed, her breathing
shallow, her pussy wet, her mouth aching to wrap around him.

Slowly he pleasured himself, settling on the other side of the bed. “Do you want it?” he asked again, his eyes as hot and hungry as hers.

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

“Then come and get it.” He shuddered, arched into the pleasure he was giving himself. But it was nothing compared to the pleasure they both knew awaited them when he slipped inside her.