Wicked Game (6 page)

“Fuck.” He growled, grunted and slowed his strokes as he came in his hand. “Dammit.”

Ruth drove him bat-shit crazy with need. He hadn’t come this quick in years. He was always in control. He only came after bringing his partner to multiple orgasms. Now she had him jerking off in the bathroom like a schoolboy with a hair-trigger.

Jesus Christ. He laughed. He really was head over heels for her.

A box of tissues sat by the sink and he grabbed a handful before wiping himself clean. He stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Whether she knew it or not, she was his. He loved sex but it was time to claim her, leave her in no doubt he wanted more than the games they’d been playing.

Resolve set, he knew exactly what his next move would be.

Chapter Seven

Ruth glanced over at Dominic. Nerves jangled, making her stomach turn somersaults. Dom had shown up on her doorstep with another box. He’d asked to come in without observing any pleasantries.

She hadn’t heard from him in days. They’d both been busy with work. Now here they were, sitting on her couch.

“So what brings you here, Dominic?”

What
was
he doing here? Her gaze traveled discreetly to the box. She’d never been able to wait for surprises. Patience wasn’t one of her virtues. Her pussy clenched. What treats did he have in store for her today?

“I have a present for you.”

She blinked and swallowed hard, thinking about the last box of presents he’d given her. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. “You have to stop giving me gifts.”

He leaned forward, brushed at a lock of her hair. “You’re mine, Ruth. I can do what I damn well want.”

The soft yet commanding words made her want to moan. She squeezed her thighs together as her clit throbbed. Intensity burned in his eyes. There was something dangerous about him tonight. Something barely leashed below the surface.

Her nipples tingled.

She was one sick puppy.

“So, what’s in the box?”

He lifted the lid and placed the box on her lap. “See for yourself.”

Rummaging through the plain tissue paper, her hands curled around a small hard, plastic object. She traced the oval shape. She knew what it was. She’d seen them online. Her pulse raced. Desire slammed into her stomach, curled low and hot.

“Take it out.”

She lifted the vibrating egg from its confines. There was nothing else in the box.

“Who has the control?” Blood rushed to her head, made a whooshing noise in her ears. She knew he held the switch but she wanted to hear him say it.

“I do.” He pulled a tiny remote control from his pocket. “Your pleasure is under my command. I’m going to tease you. Bring that sweet pussy to the edge until you’re begging to come. Do you understand?”

Nodding her acceptance, Ruth tried to speak. Lack of moisture and a heavy dose of need prevented anything more than a whimper.

“Good.” Dominic settled back on the sofa and said, “I thought we could go out and grab a drink.”

“Like a date?”

“Sort of.” His dazzling smile made her insides dance.

“Right,” she said before putting the egg back into the box. “I better get changed. Urmmm…” What the hell did she do with the vibrating egg? She looked at the table then back to Dominic.

“I’ll take that.”

“Okay.” Thank god he wasn’t expecting her to insert it now.

As she walked up the stairs, he shouted, “And wear a skirt.”

* * * * *

Ruth looked around the biker bar. “This is nice.”

He’d driven them out of town to a roadside bar she would never have dreamed of visiting on her own. It was a little rough around the edges. Numerous motorcycles were parked outside. Inside was a lot of wooden paneling, booths and an area that passed as a dance floor.

The dress code ran from jeans to leather. The only essential accessory seemed to be tattoos. Looking down at her black skirt and white shirt, she felt a little overdressed.

Dominic threw an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Yeah. I haven’t been here in a while.”

His heat comforted her and she snuggled closer.

People greeted him with warmth and affection.

A big, burly man with a tattooed face and bushy beard clapped Dominic on the back in a bear hug. “Hey Dom. Good to see you. Is this your lady?”

“Hey Manny. How you been? Yeah, this is my lady. Manny Unger, meet Ruth Hamilton.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” He shook her hand and Ruth was surprised at his polite manner. “So you finally settled down, huh, kiddo?”

Dominic laughed. “Yeah.”

“Anyway, I’ll let you enjoy your evening.” He shook Dominic’s hand. “Don’t be a stranger, eh? Good to meet you, ma’am.” With that, he was off into the crowd.

Dominic steered her toward an empty booth. When she got in, he sat next to her instead of opposite. “I thought this would be a good place to…talk.”

The way he growled out the word
talk
set her skin alight.

She pushed a hand through her hair. She was touched he’d brought her here, touched he’d thought to show her some of his past.

Of course they should talk. It couldn’t all be about sex and heat and domination. That would be selfish of her. The good part was she liked talking to him. Always had. He was interesting, intelligent and had a wry sense of humor that always entertained. As well as lusting after him, she enjoyed his company. A heady combination.

Slightly nervous and horny, she shifted in her seat. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Us. You. Me. How we fit together. How this works.”

Yikes.

He continued, “But first I want you to go into the bathroom, remove your panties and insert the egg into your pussy.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

A dark look passed over his face. “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Double yikes.

Being commanded should make her bristle but he knew what buttons to press and when. His commands made her want to drop to her knees. They made her weak and needy. They made her burn. It wasn’t just the commands, it was him. Dark, primal, male.

“Where is it?”

“I slipped it into your purse. Go now, Ruth.”

He scooted out of the booth and let her pass. She scurried to the bathroom and locked the door. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sucked in huge gulps of air. Her body was on fire. Her nipples so hard they hurt as they rubbed against the lace of her bra. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Excitement was a drug in her veins, urging her on.

She lifted up her skirt and tugged down her panties. Picking them up from the floor, she stuffed them into her purse and removed the egg. She widened her thighs, squatted slightly and pressed the toy to the entrance of her pussy. The cool plastic felt good against her heated folds. Her thighs were slick with arousal. There was no way she could go out there like this.

Relaxing her muscles, she pushed the egg inside and clenched her thighs. The sensation of feeling full was strange. She wiped her thighs with some paper towels, washed her hands and did a test walk across the floor. Even without the vibrations, the egg provided a heady stimulation.

Ruth walked out of the bathroom and took steady strides back to the booth. Her cheeks flamed. Surely everyone knew what was between her thighs.

It was irrational but she couldn’t help it.

Dominic once again slid out of the booth and allowed her to scoot back in. She smoothed down her skirt and looked up to meet his gaze. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. Her pulse spiked.

He put the small control on the table. “Shall we test it?”

Ruth nodded.

“Don’t scream.” He pressed the button.

She jerked as the egg began a steady vibration deep inside her core. She gripped the table and whimpered.

He stroked her hair. “Good girl. You’re so fucking responsive it drives me insane.”

The vibration stopped. Her nostrils flared. She panted and gulped in air, all the while conscious of the other patrons. Dominic stroked her hair again, cooed soothing words in her ear.

When she calmed down, he ordered some drinks. “I like keeping you on the edge. Does it excite you, Ruth?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay to talk?” The mischief in his eyes made her smile.

“I think I can string a sentence together now.”

The drinks arrived. The waitress put two beers on the table and left.

“This has probably been a little intense for you.” He tugged on a few strands of her hair.

Understatement of the century. Intense. Wild. Exciting. “It has but it’s fine. It’s not like I don’t enjoy what we are doing.”

“Why do I hear a ‘but’ in that sentence?”

Ruth gave a nervous laugh. “There isn’t a ‘but’. I know you said you wanted me. I want to know what that means.”

Some clarification of their relationship would make her feel a lot easier.

He took a sip of his beer before stroking his beard. “I’m sure you know a lot about me. My past. I like the type of sex most people would consider edgy. I like dominating women. I like bondage and spanking, I like taking control. I’ve done some crazy shit in the past.” He cupped her face. “I can’t change who I am any more than you can. I have to have you. You drive me crazy, Ruth.”

She gulped. Her heart melted, her insides turned to liquid. Genuine affection and need blazed in his eyes. No one had ever felt this intensely for her before. It was thrilling.

She put her hand over his, leaned into his palm. “You have me.”

“I’m still hearing a ‘but’. Did I get it wrong? Does the dominance scare you?”

For the first time, she sensed a hint of vulnerability and uncertainty in him.

“No. No.” She gnawed her lower lip. “I love you being in control. It’s…well…when you said edgy. I…urmm…”

He was looking at her, waiting for her to finish. Now she had to voice her concerns.

She squirmed. “I know you had a threesome with Hope and Ethan. Is that something you enjoy? Expect? Would you…would I…?”
Have to fuck other people?
She couldn’t bring herself to say those last few words.

A dark look passed over his face, narrowed his eyes and thinned out his lips. “No, never. It’s something I’ve done in the past. I’m not Ethan. Even if you had a desire, I’m not sharing you with anyone. Ever. You’re mine. Do you understand?”

Ruth nodded and exhaled. “It was a deal breaker for me.”

“How do you feel about the fact I had sex with your best friend?”

Sometimes his directness shocked her. He had a way of getting to the heart of what was bothering her. “Awkward at first. A little weird. I wasn’t sure I could ever be in an intimate relationship with you. You know, your cock has been inside my friend and that was weird for me.”

“I understand. I’m not going to apologize for it. I don’t apologize for the things I’ve done in the past. But that’s where they are—the past. I did it for Ethan. And for Hope. I can only assure it won’t ever happen again. No sharing. No fucking other women. I want you, Ruth.”

His eyes softened and her heart melted. “I know.”

She’d made peace with the fact he’d screwed her friend. After talking with Hope, she understood the circumstances. She’d been jealous but with Dominic looking at her as if she was the only thing in his world, how could she be jealous?

“Happier now?” When she smiled, he said, “Good. I only want you to be happy. You know my desires and needs, what about yours?”

“I like to be dominated. I’ve always wanted to try bondage.”

“I kinda guessed that. Anything else? Anything you always wanted to try but were too scared to tell anyone? Something you thought was a little too weird?”

Heat flamed her cheeks. Could she tell him about her abduction fantasy? No. Not yet. There was a huge gap between enjoying kink and being a willing participant in a forced seduction scene.

“No. Nothing.”

He frowned.

Chris Isaak began to sing about a wicked game on the jukebox. The words resonated in her soul. He’d set her world on fire. His wicked games made her burn with desire. Her feelings for him kept intensifying.

“Dance with me, Ruth.” He slipped out of the booth and offered her his hand. Was that look in his eyes more than lust?

She pressed her palm to his. “Anytime.”

Dominic led her to the tiny dance area. Her hand felt good in his.

Warm. Soft.

She tentatively stood close to him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulled her flush against him. Her heart hammered. Her feminine scent made his cock hard as granite. Knowing the egg was buried deep in her pussy made him want to come in his pants. Not a feeling he was used to.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

She laced them as he commanded. He dropped a kiss on her forehead before swaying them to the music.

Anger boiled near the surface. Even after the things he’d commanded her to do, she couldn’t tell him her secret fantasy of being abducted. Did that mean she didn’t trust him?

She’d set his world on fire. He thought of nothing but her, wanted nothing more than to bring her pleasure, satisfy her darkest desires. He felt primal, downright fucking insane with a need to have her. They’d been dancing around each other for too long. She belonged to him whether she accepted it yet or not.

That she didn’t trust him enough to share her fantasies set his nerves on edge.

If she wouldn’t admit her fantasy to him, he’d have to go ahead with his original plan. He would give her what she craved. He would abduct her. He’d tease her. Tempt her. And then he would fuck her.