TiedandTwisted (5 page)

The low timbre of his voice stroked her skin, confident and
direct. He may as well have been touching her with his bare hands. Her response
would’ve been the same—heat between her legs, a return of the desire to climb
astride him and grind her pussy down against his cock, which now stood stiff
behind his fly.

“I’ll find another club,” she said, clinging to a shred of
good sense. “And I’m not a bottom all the time. That isn’t something I need to
live.”

A slight smile quirked his lips. “Prove it.”

She frowned. “Prove what?”

“Show me what else you have hiding behind those eyes of yours.”
He crooked his fingers, beckoning her closer. “Door’s locked. So prove you
won’t give every time I stand behind you and demand.”

“I have nothing to prove to you,” she replied, stiffening at
his assumption.

He inclined his head. “Maybe not. But I can tell from here
that you’ve got something to prove to yourself.”

She stood silent, staring at him with fire in her eyes.
David wouldn’t have put money on the source of the red stain across her high
cheekbones. From where he sat, fury or arousal made no difference. She was hot
as hell either way.

While he watched and waited, balls aching and his dick as
hard as granite, her eyes changed. She adopted an invisible mask. And reached
back. The sound of a zipper hissed in the silence.

“I don’t have anything to prove,” she repeated evenly. The
snug-fitting material of her skirt loosened at her hips. She slid her thumbs
behind the waistband and shimmied once. The black sheath slid down her legs and
puddled on the floor.

Killer heels. Black fishnet thigh-highs. Scarlet panties,
matching garter belt, six inches of pale, bare flesh before her red corset
nipped the dip of her waist. David had never guessed himself to be a lingerie
man but he found himself with a new appreciation for corsets and stockings.

David skimmed past the generous swell of her breasts and met
her narrowed eyes. He patted his thigh. “Come here.”

Jovanna produced a tube of lip gloss from her cleavage and
painted her lips ruby, studying him all the while. After, she shook her head
slightly and sat on the sofa opposite him.

“
You
come
here
.” Perched on the edge of a
cushion, she spread her legs wide and planted the spikes of her heels. The
crotch of her panties parted, displaying pink flesh through the slit.

“I don’t take orders, Jovanna. I’m not a bottom.” But desire
punched him in the gut despite his refusal. A game took shape in his mind, a
contest to decide whose will was stronger. He was determined to win.

Her shrug didn’t surprise him. “Suit yourself. But we both
know how bad you want to fuck me now after denying yourself last night. And the
anonymity rules no longer apply. You made sure of that.”

After saying her piece, she closed her eyes and eased back
against the sofa’s burgundy cushions. Pale hands, black-tipped fingers—she
spread them across her abdomen and lower, teasing her pussy through the damn
opening in her panties. Smooth and silky, her bare lips smiled at him through
the tempting slit.

David’s cock twitched. He disregarded the eager length and
leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees. “The anonymity rules might not
apply but I’m still not taking orders from you. Show me your clit.”

She parted the fabric and slid her middle finger deep. His
breath caught and pulse quickened as she withdrew and speared herself with a
second finger. The long, sleek muscles of her inner thighs tensed and relaxed
and he vividly remembered the tight, wet contraction of her flesh around his
fingers. But she didn’t give him what he wanted. Instead, she hid the tiny bud
beneath the heel of her palm.

“Jovanna.” Need roughened his voice to a growl.

“No,” she said, forceful and clear despite the quiver he
noted in her thighs. “I’m in control today. Not you and not some prick who
sneaks around in the dark. If you want something, you come get it on my terms.
So
you
come
here
. Come here and lick me.”

He tore his stare from her playing fingers and met her
steady, direct gaze. Determination blazed in her blue eyes. Determination to
conquer fear.

He’d never been interested in perpetuating fear. Throwing
the game, he stood and closed the narrow distance between them. She watched him
come, her fingers motionless between her legs.

“You’ve seen me,” she said, halting his approach. “I want to
see you.”

“We’re face-to-face.” But he knew what she wanted. Pulling
his shirt from his pants and over his head, he gave again. Nakedness spoke of
vulnerability and the more vulnerable he was, the safer she felt.

Jovanna rewarded him for surrendering. Her eyes softened,
sharing some of the hunger she hid.

“More,” she said. “You’ve seen all of me.”

“Your definition of ‘all’ needs some work, sweetheart.” He
unbuckled his belt for her greedy stare. Stripteases weren’t in his usual
repertoire of moves but the flush creeping across the rounded tops of her
breasts made him file it away for a possible repeat.

David lowered his zipper. Straightening, she brushed his
hands aside and dragged his pants and boxers off his hips.

“Oh.” Her surprised puff of breath greeted his flesh. “Oh.
That’s new.”

While she blinked at his uncircumcised cock, David tugged her
hairband down the long, thick length of her ponytail. The ink-and-electric-blue
strands spilled silkily over her shoulders.

“I love your hair.” Something inane to distract him from the
cool slide of her fingers over his head, down his shaft.

She quickly figured out the utility of his foreskin and he
hissed a curse as she worked the sheath up to his sensitive crown, down to the
base. David wrapped her hair around his hand and tugged, urging her head back
until their eyes met. Her fingernails pricked the taut surface of his balls, a
silent reprimand for his controlling move. He bore the consequence without
complaint.

“Let go,” he said, “if you want me to eat you. Otherwise I’m
going to come on your pretty face.”

“You had better control last night.” She rolled his sac in
her palm and squeezed gently.

“That was last night. Let go.”

“Fine. Get on your knees and make me come.” She released his
hot flesh and reclined once more, challenge returning to her eyes.

Holding her gaze, he finished stripping and crouched between
her splayed legs. The position brought him close enough to smell her arousal
and render the subservience of his posture meaningless.

“You’re not making me do something I don’t want to do,” he
warned.

“I know.” She hooked her fingertip behind the slit in her
panties and tugged, finally granting him the peek he wanted.

Her clit stood taut, deeply flushed, shiny with her cream.
David clasped her thighs, skin to skin above the lacy tops of her stockings,
and closed in to taste her. Clean, hot, sweet, her flavor flowed over his
tongue as he licked her from bottom to top. She jolted beneath his hands and
mouth and groaned when he wrapped his lips around her clit to suck.

Jovanna grasped his head and anchored his mouth tight to her
pussy. He didn’t need her force. The exotic, spicy scents of her perfume and
her arousal held him close.

Releasing her thighs, he cupped her hips and worked his
thumbs beneath the elastic edges of her panties. Wetness slicked the lips of
her pussy. David thumbed each silky, sticky petal and spread her even wider,
stretched the flesh surrounding her clit. His next long lick brought him back
to the distended nub. Instead of sucking, he lashed the exposed crown with the
tip of his tongue, scraped it with his teeth.

Her ragged whimper brought his cock to a new height of
pained hardness. Pre-cum smeared his inner thigh. With a groan of his own, he
shifted to hold her open with one hand and fisted his cock. His rough strokes
barely dulled the ache. As he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy and her
inner muscles locked around him, he knew his fist didn’t even come close to
comparing.

Jovanna’s hold on his head changed abruptly. She shoved his
mouth from her and slid off the sofa to straddle his thighs.

“Condom,” she muttered, now face-to-face with him. Her eyes
glittered, hot with need.

Instead of reaching for his wallet, David thrust his hands
into her hair and crushed her lips beneath his. She moaned into his mouth and
opened wide, welcoming his tongue. Her fingernails raked lines down his chest.

Somehow, the dynamic shifted. A subtle movement reinforced
Jovanna’s control and before he knew it was happening,
she
was eating at
his
mouth.

Releasing her hair, he seized her hips and dragged her down
to his thighs. His cock slid against her pussy. Jovanna moaned and shoved at
his shoulders. Seconds later, they both sprawled on the floor.

Jovanna reared back, planted her palms on his stomach and
her wet heat against his balls. “Condom. Now.”

He reached for his pants. “Show me your nipples. But don’t
take off that top.”

“Put on a condom so I can fuck you.” Shaking her hair back
from her shoulders, she reached into the tightly defined wiring of her corset
and lifted her breasts into view.

The sight of her breasts, pale and blue-veined, capped with
the lightest pink he’d ever seen, gave him pause. And ideas. “I want you at
Bondage Friday night. Say you’ll meet me.”

“I might. Depends.” She cupped her breasts and pressed the
mounds together. The stiff material of her corset dug into the lower curves, filling
his head with images of her delicate flesh bound tight with silk ropes.

“Agree,” he growled, fishing a condom from his wallet and
holding it up between them. “Friday night or we stop now.”

Her inky eyelashes swept low and she bowed her head. One of
her long pink nipples vanished between her swollen lips. David dropped the foil
square on his stomach and squeezed the cheeks of her ass, hauling her forward
until he could grind the underside of his cock against her spread pussy. She
shuddered and switched to her other nipple, tonguing the stiff peak.

Holding her tight against his cock, he worked a finger
beneath the flimsy strip of cloth between her cheeks and pressed against her
anus. Her eyes popped open and she raised her head. David sat and sucked her
wet nipple into his mouth. Delivered a sharp bite.

“Friday!” she yelped, high on the last syllable.

“Good.” He kissed her throat and relaxed back to the floor.

Slanting him an evil glare, Jovanna snatched the condom from
him and tore into the wrapper. She wasn’t gentle. Latex snapped against the
base of his cock as she worked the sheath into place. When she lifted her hips
and guided his head to the entrance, he shifted focus and watched. An inch at a
time, she swallowed his cock through the slit in her panties and into the
drenched heat of her tunnel.

The sight of her flesh stretched by his undid him. He surged
up into her, powerful and hard, not allowing her time to set a pace.

Gasping, she folded forward. Her palms slapped the carpet at
either side of his head. Craning his neck, he nipped at her mouth. She moaned
into the kiss and followed him down until her breasts crushed into his chest.

“Hurry,” she whispered, grinding her pussy against his
pelvic bone every time they came together.

Thank Christ she didn’t have a short fuse. David
concentrated on the erratic flutter of her muscles around his cock and adjusted
his hold on her hips. She shuddered when he separated her ass cheeks and
shattered when he forced his middle finger into the tight passage he found.

Jovanna’s elbows locked. Stiff and straight, her arms held
her away from him but the sharp arch of her spine brought her nipples close. He
latched on to one pink tip and sucked hard. Jovanna gasped his name and locked
down tight around his cock. His orgasm rode hers—powerful, wrenching spasms
emptied his balls. Her pussy was still clutching at him when she collapsed onto
his chest.

* * * * *

Before she vanished from view, she said something. Her words
were silent shapes formed by red lips. He didn’t need her voice in the tightly
closed confines of his car. The ragged sound of his own breathing and the wet
slap of his lubricated palm flying up and down his dick made up his personal
soundtrack. He tossed his binoculars aside and pretended to thrust his cock
through the snug grip of her pink-tipped tits and into the hot hollow of her
red mouth.

She wouldn’t be on top when he finally had her. No, she’d be
pinned on her back, his bruise-colored noose tight around her neck, taking him
into her throat until she gagged.

“I’m going to make you come,” he whispered in the
near-silence, his head full of plans for the bitch. An electric spark of
peaking arousal darted from his groin to his knees. He smiled and closed his
eyes, pumping his erection with slower, harder strokes. The dildo he bought
just for her made him smile. Too big for any woman to take comfortably, the
thick Pyrex cock would tear her up inside. Make her scream even as she choked
on the semen he spurted down her throat.

After, he’d tighten the noose while he forced her to come.
Just what she deserved for ruining him.

Chapter Four

Saturday, 7:15 p.m.

“Billy Idol?” Jovanna fought her way free of the lingering
heat of pleasure and lifted her head from its comfortable spot in the warm bend
of David’s neck. She squinted down at him.

“Situationally appropriate.” He fumbled his phone from his
pants pocket and took the call, ending the chorus of
White Wedding.
When
she moved to roll off him, he locked his forearm behind her back and secured
her against his chest. Phone to his ear, he answered with, “What’s going on?”

She banished thoughts of David and weddings from her head
and returned to her nest, nose pressed to his sage-and-citrus skin. While he
listened to the feminine voice on the other end of the call, she tasted the
salty hollow behind his ear. His abs tensed beneath her but he didn’t miss a
beat in replying, “I don’t think I’ll be home for dinner. Order something for
yourself.”