Wicked Game (4 page)

Higher and higher. The tension threatened to consume her. Juices coated her, slicked her hand.

Almost. Almost. She panted, desperate to come. She
needed
to come. She’d never been so turned-on. So hot.

“Tug on the chain.”

She followed his command and pulled on the chain linking her nipples. The sharp sting of pain pushed her over the edge.

She screamed out her release, rode the wave of pleasure as it bowed her spine and robbed her of thought.

“Fuck.”

She was vaguely aware of Dominic speaking the word but her mind had shut down in a blaze of heat.

Oh my god.

Somewhere in the midst of orgasm, she’d closed her eyes. Opening them, she stared at Dom. His cheeks were flushed. His cock strained against the fabric of his jeans.

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Ruth. I wish I were there.”

She crossed her legs, trying to hide herself. A wave of shyness consumed her. “Me too.”

“I want to touch you so badly. You’re beautiful when you come. Your skin is flushed pink. So are your cheeks. Perfect.”

She didn’t know what to say. Instead she watched his reaction to her. His words wound their way around her heart. She’d never been called beautiful before. Then again, she’d never been commanded to come on webcam before either.

The new experiences just kept coming.

He cleared his throat and sat back. He winced, shifted, obviously in pain from the epic hard-on in his pants.

“You’ll need to take the clamps off. It’s gonna hurt.”

“Okay.” She steeled her spine. Pain during pleasure she could handle. Pain for pain’s sake was another ball game. Although she had a high pain tolerance, she wasn’t a pain slut.

“You have to breathe through it. I wish I could be there to take care of you. I’d soothe your nipples with my tongue.”

She hissed. Her pussy clenched.

“You ready?”

She gripped the edges of the clamps. “Ready.”

“One. Two. Three.”

She released the clamps. “Jesus. Fuck. Christ.”

“Breathe, Ruth. In and out.”

She followed his commands as blood rushed back to her tortured buds. She looked down.

Wow. Her nipples were bright-red, rosy peaks. She couldn’t remember them ever being so hard.

“You know what I want to do?” His gravelly tone drew her attention.

“What?”

“I want to sit between your thighs and suck on your nipples. Imagine my hot tongue rasping against your skin. And when I’m done, you know what I’d do then?”

“What?” Desire robbed her vocabulary, apart from that one word.

“Then I’d lick your sweet pussy. Taste you on my tongue the way you tasted my cock. I’d make you come again because I can do that, Ruth. I
will
do that.”

If he kept talking this way, she’d come again without any stimulation.

“But not today. I think that’s enough for today.”

She sighed and he chuckled. “But I do have a task for you. You see the butt plug in the box?”

Pulling the box toward her, she located the anal plug and the bottle of lube. “Yes, it’s here.”

“I want you to practice inserting and wearing the plug.” Fear must have flashed in her eyes because he said, “I know. It’s scary but I want your ass prepared for when I fuck you there. And I am going to fuck you there, Ruth.”

A shiver ran down her spine. He was so commanding. So sure of what he was going to do to her. She loved it and feared it in equal measures.

“I want you to think about me. About what we just did. I want you to fantasize about my cock and I want you to use the vibrator. When you’ve come a few times, when your pussy is nice and wet, I want you to squirt some lube onto your fingers and play with your ass. Then when you’re used to that, I want you to start using the toy.”

Her heart hammered. She’d always been fascinated by anal sex but had been too scared to try it.

“Trust me, Ruth.”

She nodded. Strangely, she did. With him she wasn’t afraid to explore. He made her feel things she’d never felt before. He made her feel alive. Like her true self. He made her feel as though he could explore all her fantasies and he would never deny her.

Shit. If she hadn’t already been in love with Dominic Sullivan, she was now.

“I trust you.”

He leaned in and ran a fingertip down the screen, following the path of her cheek. “Good girl. See you soon, Ruth.”

He ended the session, leaving her alone.

Chapter Five

Trent Reznor’s scratchy voice pumped out of the iPod dock as Dom fixed a camshaft. He needed the distraction. Ruth was in his blood. No matter how many times he jerked off, his dick was still hard as stone. He couldn’t get the sight of her mouth fucking the vibrator out of his head. If he didn’t focus on something else he’d end up going over to the library, dragging her home and fucking her senseless.

His cock twitched, pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He threw the wrench he’d been holding across the garage. Before clanging to the floor, it scattered the contents of a shelf.

“Whoa. Whoa. What crawled up your ass?” Ethan St. Claire, Dominic’s business partner, stood scowling in the doorway.

Dom dragged off his beanie and raked a hand through his hair. “I’m going to abduct Ruth.”

“Say what?” Tilting his head to the side, Ethan slapped his ear. “Must have something stuck ‘cause for a minute there I thought you said you were gonna abduct Ruth.”

Dom flashed his friend a wry smile. “I did.”

“Back up. You do know abduction is a federal crime, right?”

He slammed down the hood and leaned against it. “I heard her talking to Hope. She wants the experience. She wants excitement. She wants to lose control. She’s perfect, Ethan. Perfect for me.”

He’d always known there was some deep need buried below the surface. Sometimes her eyes would glaze over, her breasts would swell. She reacted to his presence and he’d hoped she harbored submissive tendencies. Now he knew for sure.

“So you’re just going to abduct her?”

Dom snorted. “No. I’m going to stage it. Make sure she knows it’s me.”

“Where the fuck is all this coming from? You’ve never even made a move before.”

How could he explain his attraction? How could he explain holding back had been for Ruth’s sake? How could he explain she was under his skin and had been from the moment he met her?

“You remember how it was between you and Hope?”

Ethan pursed his lips and frowned. “Yeah, I was too chickenshit to do anything about my feelings. I didn’t wanna ruin what we had as friends. She might have rejected me. I was too uncertain to make a move.”

“Exactly.”

“You don’t know Ruth as well as I knew Hope.”

Dom nodded. “Exactly my point.” What if he scared her with his needs? He’d had to be sure.

“And now you’re sure?”

He thought back to how Ruth followed his commands over the webcam. How her body flushed, her nipples ripe like perfect peaches, her pussy hot and slick as she fucked her mouth with the vibrator. The more he talked about bondage, the hotter she’d become.

“I’m sure. She’s a submissive and I gotta have her, Ethan.” He rubbed his chest. “She’s in here, under my skin. I can’t think of anything but her. My dick is rock-hard all the fucking time.” He turned to look at his friend, hoping he could convey all the turmoil without having to go all
chick flick
. “I need her.”

“What about the other women? You’ve always had a…healthy appetite. What’s different?”

“The woman. Ruth’s not like the others.” She
was
different. Smarter. Sexier. Something inside him wanted to keep her, protect her, even love her.

“What if she can’t handle your needs?”

He didn’t want to think about that. He’d experimented with everything in his youth. Dominating a woman fired his blood. It was the one thing that drove him beyond pleasure. Having someone give up control to him made him feel amazing. He wanted Ruth on her knees, submitting her will to him. And what pleasure he could bring her.

“Dom. Earth to Dom. What if she can’t?”

“Then we’ll find another way.” He had faith. She could handle his needs, he just needed to teach her.

“If you hurt her, I’m gonna have to kick your ass. Hope would make me.”

Dom laughed.

“Since when did we become so adult?”

“Do you miss the old days? The women? The bikes? The parties?”

Ethan clapped him on the shoulder. “No, I wouldn’t trade what I have with Hope for anything.”

Seeing Ethan and Hope’s successful relationship was the incentive he needed. The knot in his chest eased slightly. “That gives me hope, brother.”

* * * * *

Ruth beat eggs and sugar, whisking the mixture until it came together.

“You only bake when you’re stressed. What’s eating you, sweetie?”

She turned and sighed at Hope. Letting the whisk fall dormant, she picked up a cup of coffee and sipped. “Dominic Sullivan.”

“Oh.”

“There is something going on between us.”

Hope narrowed her eyes “What kind of
something
?”

“A sexual something.”

“About damn time.” Hope clapped her hands and gave a little squeal. “You two have been dancing around each other for months.”

It was true. There was no denying she’d been attracted to him from the beginning but it had gone beyond that now. Something deeper. Something more primal.

“Yeah, well. It’s complicated.”

Hope patted the stool next to her. “It always is. So, have you had sex?”

She padded around the kitchen counter and flopped onto the seat. “Not yet.”

“Kissed?”

“Yep.”

“Anything else?”

Ruth laughed as her friend prodded her side. “Yes.”

“For god’s sake. Spill.”

It seemed a little weird talking to Hope. Especially as she’d seen Dominic naked. But Hope was still her best friend and she needed someone to talk to.

She shifted in her seat, squirmed a little. “We’ve kissed and…”

“And?” Hope whirled her hand, gesturing for her to elaborate.

“Okay, okay! He cornered me in the library and made me come.”

Her friend’s mouth dropped open, forming a perfect
O
shape. “No way?”

“Yes way. Then he sends me a bunch of toys through the mail and we…do some things on webcam.”

“What kind of things?”

Heat rose in her cheeks. Her breasts tightened, began to burn as she relived their internet encounter. “He made me suck a vibrator and pretend I was sucking his cock. There were some nipple clamps involved and then he commanded me to come.”

Hope clutched at her heart. “Be still my freaking heart.”

Ruth batted Hope’s arm. “Come on, don’t tell me you and Ethan don’t have this super-hot sex life?”

“Oh, we do. But this is different.”

“Tell me about it.”

It
was
different. Dominic was fulfilling her every secret, hidden desire. On top of the normal hot, male sexual urges, there was an aspect of power play. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what BDSM was. She’d read tons of romance novels where the man dominated the woman. Those were always her favorite. They always made her the hottest.

Her relationship with Dominic leaned toward the Dominant/submissive relationships she’d read about. She’d craved excitement. She’d wished for someone to fulfill those fantasies. She’d dreamed of Dominic taking her and now he was going to. It was wonderful. Amazing.

But one thing kept gnawing at her. Dominic had fucked her best friend. What if his desires ran that way in the future? What if he wanted her to sleep with other people? Power play and a little pain turned her on. Sharing herself or her man with other people didn’t do it for her.

Hope wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “Do you enjoy that kind of stuff? The commanding stuff?”

Ruth nodded.

“So what’s bothering you, honey?”

How could she say it without hurting her friend’s feelings?

Taking a deep breath, she looked at Hope. “I find it weird that he’s seen you naked. I’m a little freaked out by the fact he’s been inside you.”

Hope blushed. “Oh. Urmm.”

“Please, I don’t want you to feel bad! That’s the last thing I want. Shit.” Had she ruined their friendship now? “I don’t blame you.”

“It was a pretty slutty thing to do.”

“No. Never be ashamed of your desires. I…” She raked a hand through her hair. “It’s probably not the first time he’s done that. He must enjoy it. What if he wants to do it again? Not with you. With other women. What if he wants me to do it with other men?”

Hope blew out a whoosh of air. “I think this conversation calls for more than coffee.” She got up and walked over to the refrigerator. “White wine?”

“Hell yes. A large one. A very large one.”

While Hope uncorked the bottle, Ruth retrieved some glasses from the cupboard.

Seated once again, Hope answered her question. “The way I see it, both Dominic and Ethan have a…colorful past. What happened between us was a one-time thing. Ethan has always been the love of my life, always will be. Dominic was fun. Plus he’s crazy about you. Anyone with half a brain can see that.”

Ruth swirled her wine around the glass. “I couldn’t see that.”

“You need to talk to him. Not easy, I know, but if he means that much to you, ask him. Talk to him about what you want. He’s a good guy, Ruth.”

She knew that. She would speak to him. It was the only way to be certain and squash the doubts. A weight lifted and she felt lighter. Happier. She was an adult. She could handle a talk about sexual boundaries.

“Maybe you could tell him about your abduction fantasy.” Hope winked.

She groaned. “Don’t even joke about that. Tell him I think about being taken by force, tied up and fucked by a stranger? Uh huh. He would definitely think I’m some kind of weird sexual deviant and run screaming.”

She’d be horrified if he ever found out about that deep, dark fantasy. Forced seduction was a taboo.

“You never know.”

They sipped their wine. Ruth mulled over asking Hope the question burning a hole in her gut. She decided to stop being a prissy pussy and ask. “Hope?”

“Hmmm?”

“What was Dominic like?”

Color once again rose in Hope’s cheeks. “Magnificent. Really amazing. Not like my Ethan, of course. But I felt he was holding back. Keeping something in. After what you’ve told me, I think Dominic gets his kicks from the…you know…darker side of sex.”

Darker side of sex.
The thought sent shivers down her spine, raised goose bumps on her skin.

“All I can say is you are one lucky gal.” Hope raised her glass. “Here’s to hot men and amazing sex.”

Ruth thought about Dominic naked, finally having his cock inside her, being on her knees able to taste him as she’d imagined so many times.

She raised her glass in response. “Hot men and amazing sex.”