Wicked Game (7 page)

But right now he needed to focus on her. He dropped his head to her neck and inhaled. So fucking sweet.

How could he express what she meant to him?

“Tell me you’re mine, Ruth. Tell me this is more than a game for you.” He refused to look at her, refused to show any chink of vulnerability.

Her hands tightened around his neck. She stroked the nape, a tender gesture that got under his skin. “It’s not a game for me, Dominic. It never was.”

Her words were a balm to his restless soul.

“For me either.” He reached into his pocket and caressed the control to the vibrating egg. “Come for me, Ruth. Right here with my arms around you.”

She stiffened and whimpered, “Please don’t.”

“I won’t let you fall. I promise.” He tightened his arm around her waist, pressed her groin against his crotch. His cock twitched as her heat seeped into him.

He whispered, “Come for me.” And pressed the button on the remote.

She went rigid in his arms and buried her face in his neck, trying to muffle the murmurs.

“Come for me. Show me what a good submissive you really are.”

Her teeth nipped at his skin and he wanted to roar. He wanted her to mark him and in turn, he wanted to mark her. Claim her as his.

She ground her hips faster, harder. Everyone would think they were involved in a sexy dance, no one would know the truth.

“Come. Come, Ruth.” He flicked a switch and upped the vibrations.

She stood on tiptoes and whimpered into his shoulder. Her mewling sounds drove him to the point of coming. He wanted to be inside her so badly.

“Dominic.” When she whispered his name and released a low groan, he knew she’d come.

He inhaled. He could smell her musk. Her thighs must be soaked. Her pussy would be so slick, perfect for sliding his dick inside. Her cunt would squeeze him, draw him in and he would fuck her until she begged him to stop.

But they were in a public place and he didn’t want to push her too far too quickly. The only thing he could do was place soft kisses on her hair. He rubbed slow circles on her back, waiting for her orgasm to subside.

Pride swelled in his chest. She was so responsive. So inherently sexual. And she was his. It was time to show her how much she meant to him.

Chapter Eight

She’d had a long few days at work. All Ruth wanted was a hot bath and a glass of wine. She’d seen Dominic almost every night since the bar. He’d made her come numerous time but as of yet, he hadn’t allowed her to touch him. She was beginning to get some kind of complex.

Walking up her stoop steps, she fumbled with her keys.

An arm banded around her waist. A hand covered her mouth. She was dragged back against a rock-hard wall of muscle.

Fear welled. Panic bubbled. Her nipples beaded and her cunt throbbed. She struggled, turning left and right without success. A muffled scream escaped.

“Stop struggling, Ruth.”

She knew that deep, masculine voice rasping against her ear.
Dominic?

He continued, his lips pressed close to her skin, “I’m not going to hurt you but if you struggle, I’ll have to punish you.” He licked the shell of her ear.

Fear and need collided. A frisson of lust shot down her spine, pooled in her stomach and pulsed in her pussy. Her body sparked to life, ripened.

Her mind screamed one word.
Yes.

This is what she’d craved for months.

Excitement. Desire. Control. Him.

He released her but quickly grabbed hold of her wrists, transferred them to one hand and tucked them behind her back. “No more waiting. I’m going to have you. Now.”

“Dominic…” Her breathy whisper was futile.

“Don’t talk.” He ran a belt under her nose. The weathered leather scent assaulted her senses, sent her hormones into overdrive. Her breasts swelled as she imagined what he was going to do with the belt. Would he bind her hands? Would he whip her?

“You’re trembling. I can’t wait to feel you come again. I can’t wait to have you under me, coming on my cock. I’ve waited so long. You want that, don’t you, Ruth?”

She nodded.

“Good girl.” He wound the leather around her wrists, pulled tight and secured the straps.

Need spiked in her belly. She whimpered. Her nipples ached and poked like hard pinpricks through her shirt. “Dom…”

He covered her mouth again. “Be quiet. Don’t make me punish you.”

Something soft teased the skin of her cheek.

“Open for me. Don’t fight it.”

She realized the fabric was a silk gag. Not wanting to disobey, she opened and allowed him to slide the cloth into her mouth and tie it behind her head.

Her nostrils flared, her breathing hitched. She stood on her porch bound and gagged, trembling in his arms. Her pussy throbbed. Moisture seeped into the crotch of her panties. She hadn’t known she could want someone so much as she wanted Dominic.

Her deepest, darkest fantasy had become reality. Her fantasy man was making it real. How had he known?

His hand slid into her front pocket and she lost all rational thought. She could feel his heat through the thin barrier. He inched down, brushed the top of her mound.

Ruth stiffened, waited for him go farther. She wanted him to make her come like he’d done in the library. She wanted his fingers tunneling inside her core, skillfully coaxing an orgasm from her.

He teased her for a few seconds before withdrawing.

If she hadn’t been gagged, she might have pouted.

She never pouted. Ever.

“No stopping tonight, Ruth. I’m going to take whatever the hell I fucking choose.” He turned her to face him and she gasped.

Covering his face was a black latex mask. She could see his eyes and lips but nothing else. The effect was disconcerting. Her pulse spiked. Her body ripened. If Dominic hadn’t already spoken she’d be scared witless.

“I’ve wanted you so much for so long and I know you want me.” He pulled something else from his pocket. A blindfold.

“You’re mine tonight. I’m going to use you like you deserve to be used.”

Darkness descended as he secured the blindfold over her eyes. She let out a squeak. The vulnerability of being blind, bound and unable to speak was nerve-racking. And thrilling. Some part of her, an undiscovered part, felt content at the lack of control. A sense of peaceful euphoria entwined with the adrenaline of excitement and fear.

“Don’t scream or I will punish you.” Dominic picked her up and hiked her over his shoulder. She bounced against his ass as he strode toward his truck. The jarring sensation was uncomfortable but his hand on her butt cheeks stoked a fire and pointed her nipples into tight buds.

He opened the door to the truck and carefully dropped her in. She scooted back until she collided with the metal of the opposite side. The floor was decked out in some kind of padding. Despite being bound and gagged, she was comfortable. He’d put lots of thought into her comfort.

The door closed and he started the engine. The short drive gave her some time to think. And calm her raging heart. Her nipples were aching, pebbled nubs. She wanted to touch them, roll them between her fingertips, feel the sharp sting as she pinched them. Being bound restricted her movements. He’d left her unable to touch herself.

Ruth groaned. She leaned down and rubbed her breasts against her thighs, hoping to ease some of the tension. It only made it worse.

How had he known about her deepest fantasy?

She couldn’t believe it was finally going to be fulfilled by the man she’d been fantasizing about for months. By the man she was falling in love with.

Soon she would see Dominic naked, have his hard cock in her throat. She’d be able to show him just how much of a good girl she could be.

The truck stopped. She heard him get out of the driver’s side. The door slammed. She listened and waited.

Her door opened. A hand wrapped around her ankle and jerked her forward. She yelped as he once again put her over his shoulder. His strength aroused her to the point of pain. She’d never be able to overpower him if he pushed her too far. She was completely at his mercy.

He unlocked another door, kicked it closed and carried her down a flight of stairs.

When he put her on her feet, she sucked in air through her teeth. She waited for him to say something. Being blindfolded meant she had to rely on her other senses. She knew he was close, she could smell his scent—musky, masculine, sandalwood mixed with engine oil. She would never get tired of that scent. She wanted to roll in it, ingrain it in her pores.

He pulled her flush against his chest and massaged her breasts. Unable to resist, she arched into him as he plucked her nipples.

He said, “I know what you crave, to be treated like a naughty little girl. Isn’t that right, Ruth? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

She mumbled against the gag, “Mmm-hmm.”

Dominic chuckled. “So eager. I like that.”

He moved her backward then stopped. She never knew being manhandled could be such an aphrodisiac.

Finally, he removed her blindfold. She blinked a few times, adjusting to her new surroundings. She focused on him. Fire blazed in his ice-blue eyes. Her pulse pounded. Her pussy clenched. Her skin ignited with need. She’d waited so long to have Dominic.

He smoothed a hand over her hair and she leaned into his touch. She watched desire widen his pupils. Deep down, something powerful and feminine purred. Although he had outward control, she could still affect him. She, the town librarian.

“You’re my captive now. No escaping. I can do anything I want and you’ll let me.”

Her knees almost buckled. Her body liquid.

“I’m going to take off the restraints now. You won’t fight me.” It was an arrogant statement but completely true. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her life and she wasn’t about to leave.

He loosened the belt and she shook her hands free. He untied the gag and let it fall to the floor.

She inhaled. His gaze dropped to the rise and fall of her chest. He pressed his lips together before rubbing a hand across his beard. Her hand itched to feel the hair abrading her skin.

“Strip.”

She blinked. “What?” She was his captive, wasn’t he supposed to take her clothes off?

A smile crept onto his handsome face. “Take off your clothes.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Where had the petulant child come from? She wanted him to touch her, taste her, fuck her. Why was she baiting him?

His smile disappeared, replaced by a dark scowl. “Do you want me to punish you? Do you want me to put the gag back on, get you on all fours and whip you with my belt? I’ll do it, Ruth. Don’t disobey me. Strip.”

Her mouth went dry. Although she knew it was a game, she’d never seen this side of Dominic. The hard, dark side. It thrilled her. Her clit throbbed a heavy beat in time with her heart. This was exactly what she’d fantasized about.

As she leaned down, she unzipped her boots and kicked them away. Straightening up, she unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off, letting it pool to the floor. She watched his reactions—the slight twitch in his jaw, the shifting and rolling of his shoulders.

One by one, she popped the buttons on her blouse. She grabbed each lapel, waited a heartbeat and parted the cotton. Cool air hit her aching breasts, raising goose bumps on her skin. Her nipples, already hard bullets, stood to perfect attention. Heat rose in her cheeks.

Dominic held up a hand. “Stop.”

He stalked toward her like the dominating alpha males she’d read about in romance novels. She hadn’t thought those men really existed.

Looking at the dark, predatory stare on Dominic’s face, she knew she’d been wrong.
Yesssssssss.

Her hormones sang, raced around her system, singing with glee. Moisture gushed from her pussy.

He eased her shirt down her arms, crumpled it and threw it over his shoulder. He ran the back of his hand across her breastbone before sliding it over one fleshy globe. Ruth closed her eyes and moaned. She wanted more. She wanted his hands all over her, touching her, making her come, but she dared not interrupt him.

“Your skin is so soft. I’m going to enjoy fucking your tits.”

She answered him with a breathless whimper.

“Continue.”

She unhooked her bra, removed it and dropped it to the floor.

He inhaled. Exhaled. “Touch your tits.”

She palmed her breasts, massaged.

“Stop.” He leaned down and his teeth scraped a sensitive tip. He sucked, scraped, sucked. Over and over. The rhythm drove her insane. Unable to stop herself, Ruth arched toward him. She thrust her hips forward, trying to find some relief from the sweet, erotic torture.

He transferred his attention to her other breast and started the assault again.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost all rational thought. All that mattered was his mouth on her skin, coaxing, demanding.

Finally, he pulled away. She stopped moving and met his gaze. The air around him sizzled with danger and lust. The edge of danger made her want him more.

“Take off your pants and underwear.”

She did as he commanded, eager for him to touch her, take her, fuck her.

“I want you sit down in the chair behind you.”

For the first time since she’d entered the room, she looked behind her. She was in his basement. It looked like an ordinary basement—workbench, tools—apart from a few anomalies. In the middle of the room was a wooden chair with a high back. Laid out on the workbench were sex toys, rope, floggers and some implements she’d never seen before.

Yikes.

Seeing such implements in real life sent moisture slithering down her bare thighs. She should have been terrified. Instead she was turned-on to the point of desperation.

“Sit down. Now.”

Not wanting to disobey him, she settled herself in the chair.

He hadn’t moved. He stood in front of her like a conquering god, arms crossed over his broad chest. A picture of control and restraint. He sported an erection and she wondered when he would finally let her see his cock.

“Rest your arms on the edges and hook your feet around the legs.”

She did as he asked. He moved to the workbench and picked up two lengths of rope. He began binding her wrists and feet to the chair. He pulled the length tight, wound intricate patterns. The straw material chafed on her skin but she was fascinated with watching him tie her. It was beautiful. A work of art.

A gush of cream oozed from her core. Her heavy, feminine scent filled the air. Dominic stepped back. He looked over his knots before inhaling. His control snapped. His eyes narrowed. He gripped a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth. Remember how you sucked the vibrator? You took it all the way down your throat. I want you to do that to me now.” He unbuckled his jeans, plunged down his zipper and lifted out his cock.