Wilde Magic (Wilde Women Book 3) (53 page)

She felt him leave her side and stand up. He didn’t move away, she could feel his energy close by. Was he watching her? How did she look, naked, tied up and blindfolded. Oh yeah, and wearing boots that were made for this wicked scenario. In her mind’s eye she imagined the button undone on his pants and moaned.

“I think you’re ready.”

Charlie pulled on the wrist restraints. Her breathing became erratic. Something came over her. It wasn’t panic. Or fear, although there was a little of that lurking on the sidelines. It was something she couldn’t explain or describe. He expected her surrender and no two ways about it, she didn’t know if she could.

“Ty?”

He spoke softly, but didn’t touch her. “Yes, ‘tessa. I’m here.”

“Oh. Am I okay?” she asked hesitantly. Wanting to please him wasn’t the same as being brave in an unfamiliar situation. His voice. If she couldn’t see or touch, she at least needed that.

His husky whisper took her breath away. Especially since his lips were so close to her ear. She trembled when he told her in a sinfully direct way just how okay she was. If he said one more thing about the glory of her breasts or how fucking sexy her long legs looked in the black boots, she wouldn’t make it to the main event.

Before he drew away, he licked the base of her neck—one of her ‘sweet spots’ as he so decadently put it—and then ran his face across her collarbone, inhaling deeply. If she was still nervous after that, there was no way of telling because as promised, she was a moaning, trembling wreck.

Sounds she couldn’t identify swirled in the air around her.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart and lay very, very still. It’s going to get messy enough without you squirming all over the bed.” Ty’s manly chuckle reverberated along her nerve endings. “Next time,” he drawled, “legs tied too.”

Yep. That was the sensation of her melting down. Damn. Keeping a big plush towel handy whenever they were together was probably a good idea because she was pretty sure the appreciative groan he gave when her thighs parted had a lot to do with how wet she was. If they stayed together as a couple, they were definitely going to need flood insurance.

T
WO THOUGHTS DOMINATED HIS MIND.
Breaking her down through pleasure and marrying this experience to the bigger picture.

Hmph
. Marry. Interesting way to put it.

Reaching in to his box of tricks he started with the frozen fudgesicle. Cal smiled. Who knew how time sensitive kinky play could be—go figure. Removing the wrapper, he scrunched the trash into a ball. ‘tessa was biting her lip again and her head was turned his way. He had to remember that her senses were on high alert. Most likely, she was so deeply focused on every little thing that she could hear him swallow.

He glanced at the ball of paper in his hand—then at her peaked nipples.

“Dessert was wonderful, Tesoro. Thank you.”

She wriggled so beautifully at his words of praise.

“I have a special treat for you. Something creamy and soft.”

Jesus. Her moan ripped through him like a bomb blast.

“Open your mouth.”

He moved closer to her mouth, that’s what she expected but at the last second he used the crumpled paper to scratch the tips of her nipples. She jerked reflexively, her jaw clamped tight. A roadmap of surprise spread across her beautiful skin as visible goose bumps framed her response.

“Mouth open,” he reminded.

When all her focus was on what he was doing to her nipples, he bit off the end of the fudgesicle where it was starting to get too soft, then ran the frozen bar across the lips of her open mouth. ‘tessa’s tongue flicked out and laved the frosty chocolate. He let her enjoy the taste and texture before he took another bite and bent over her to engage in a gooey kiss.

Swiping a hand across his face, Cal dealt with the fudgesicle mess, looked down at her and smirked.

After a final few abrasive rubs of the paper on her nipples, he tossed it aside and replaced that sensation with a much different one. Circling the tips of a breast with the ice cream bar made her cry out and shake. Switching back and forth between her quivering tits, Cal drove her wild without ever touching the frozen bar to her nipples.

“Oh, Ty,” she groaned. Twisting against the restraints she tried to control the sensation, much to his enjoyment. She liked being overwhelmed and he liked being the one to do these things to her.

The fudgesicle was too soft to continue so he chucked it into the trash. Hands free, he placed them on either side of her torso so she could feel him looming over her. Zooming straight for a puckered nipple, he sucked it urgently into his mouth and wasn’t gentle about it. She tried to squash a keening cry, but he wasn’t going to allow any restraint on her part.

Swiftly releasing her nipple with a distinctive pop, he ground out, “What did I tell you, Charlize? Don’t hide your pleasure from me. I want to hear your moans. Feel the heaviness of each breath as you fight for air.”

Reasserting his authority, he returned to devouring her breasts while his ladylove whimpered, quaked and gasped. Cal didn’t realize till this moment how erotic it was to loose himself in someone else’s response.

What was next? He grabbed a substantial leather belt from his choice of objects. This oughta’ shake her up, he thought. Fuck. It shook him up. Looking at the leather dangling from his hand, he could definitely imagine the wide strap landing with a thwack on her fantastic ass but he’d have to do a helluva lot more research before attempting anything like that. He understood the thin line between pain and pleasure and how the endorphins their love play released inside her operated. But actually hurting her was not something he wanted to think about. Not at the moment, anyway.

With the belt in a loop he dragged it down her chest, moved it through the valley between her breasts and lower still. She held her breath when it caressed her belly. She undulated once and then twice before he reminded her to be still. He wasn’t surprised she didn’t obey. Or couldn’t. So he smacked the belt lightly against her hip. She yelped, quieted and softly groaned.

Really?

Carefully lining up how he wanted the leather to lay, he dropped the heavy belt and it’s silver buckle onto her belly. Cal nodded approvingly when one end curved across her mound and slid between her open thighs. She immediately moved her hips and dug her heels into the mattress.

Cal moved lower, grabbed her ankles in the soft suede boots and shoved them closer to her bottom so her legs were forced open further.

“Yeah, I like that,” he ground out before lowering his face between her thighs and inhaling deeply. Knowing language could be a deal maker or breaker he tested to see where her boundary really was.

“‘tessa,” he groaned appreciatively. “Your pussy is so sweet and beautiful.” He tugged some of the soft curls and inhaled again. “I love the way you smell.”

She moaned. He asked, “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, Caleb,” she answered. In that simple moment, he knew for certain they’d transcended the whole identity conundrum. They could be both with each other.

Dragging the leather slowly, the long belt slithered along her skin. He dropped it to the floor with a thud. “For my sexy wild child artist,” he mumbled before taking a paintbrush with a teardrop of soft bristles and brushing it lightly on her face. Painting her, Cal tickled her nose, traced her mouth, ran it across her lips and made sweeping strokes on her cheeks.

She was breathing erratically and pulling at the restraints.

Swirling on her chin a few times, he continued painting with long deliberate strokes. Her neck. Side to side across her collarbone. He teased her armpits until she begged him to stop. Her breasts were next. And then her navel—lower still to the matching sweet spots on each side of her lower abdomen. He brushed soft teasing strokes on the inside of her thighs. She was trembling like crazy.

And then he got up close and personal with the pussy he’d praised. With her legs spread and feet planted on the mattress, he had a clear shot at the heart of her.

“Look what I found,” he murmured, while touching the nub of her desire with the soft brush. She jerked and then her thighs opened wider. “Did you say something, Tesoro,” he asked silkily.

She was moaning non-stop and he couldn’t help but smile—especially since he had the most fucking fantastic front row seat. He was a guy. His dick got hard. Period. But ‘tessa’s arousal? Holy shit. Not only was her clitoris swelling, the increased blood flow added a deep flush to her genitalia. A tiny trickle of fluid leaked from her pussy.

He was witnessing primal perfection. This was what he was going for. Engulf her senses with pleasure. Keep her off balance with just enough physical pain to make things interesting. Hey, he thought. You can’t understand how much pleasure you’re capable of without some agony to compare it to.

Kissing the delicate nub with a soft lick, he had to pull back for a minute and get some damn control. Words. Yeah. He needed to say some words.

“More?” Okay. One word. That was all he had.

“Caleb…” Her beautiful shudders were a sight to behold.

“Yes baby?” He flattened his hands and ran them from her neck to her hip bones and back up again. Loosely grasping her neck, he nipped her chin.

Cry? Whimper? Moan? All three. “I … I need you.”

Oh, he just bet she did. Needed him to take away the ache. But she wasn’t there, yet.

“Not yet.” He blew his breath onto her chest and watched her squirm. “Tell me again how sorry you are for denying me.”

A gasped half groan rumbled from her. If he thought she’d be meek or mild he could fucking forget that notion ‘cause she answered the only way his ‘tessa ever would. With her heart.

“We denied each other.”

She had him there. Fuck. They’d been so stupid.

“And you’ll get to extract your preferred method of penitence for my transgression … later. Although, I think gargling with my dick was enough, but I understand if there’s more groveling to be done. I’m fine with it, ‘tessa.”

“You don’t play fair.”

Cal snickered—jostled one of the restraints and bent over, close to her ear. “Appearances to the contrary, Tesoro but I’m playing as fair as I can when you’re holding a deck stacked against me.”

“Oh fine. My bad. Okay?”

“So is that you asking for more or being a bitch?”

“Can’t it be both?” she stated with passion.

He grinned. This one was a handful. Ten seconds before she’d been melting down. Now? Even with her hands tied and a blindfold, she had no problem getting snippy. Time for some fun.

He spoke quietly while pulling on a pair of old driving gloves. Constructed of a stretchy fabric, they had special finger grips, patches and reinforced webbing. He was breathing harder now. Something about touching her body with them excited him.

“I like you’re inner bitch.” He was distracting her with words while setting up the next sensation. “She wants very much to be spanked. Hard.” She inhaled sharply. “And often.”

Her legs shook and she started to move out of the position he’d put her in.

“No wiggling. Remember? You don’t want to end up being hurt accidentally.” He was so totally fucking with her.

“Chin up,” he commanded. “Keep those legs spread.”

The first thing he did was wrap his gloved hands around her neck. “Now, this,” he murmured huskily. “This is the best ride. Better than any car.”

He caressed every inch of her neck, shoulders and collarbone. It felt strange to be handling her flesh with the gloves, but she was writhing in seconds and he was enjoying the visual. No single inch of her body that he could get to was ignored. Massaging handfuls of her inner thighs almost killed him, though.

Tearing off the gloves, he took a clothespin and used it to hold a chunk of ice. He’d really thought this one through. In his fingers, it’d melt too fast. After the abrasive gloves, she was more than receptive to the ice torture he subjected her to. It seemed unfair to rub a jagged lump on her clit, but he was past caring. She jumped. He put a hand against her stomach and held her down.

Watching intently as the heat from her body melted the ice, droplets of water clung to her curls, dripped down her slit and wet the bed. When the chunk was quite small, he removed the clothespin and gently inserted the icy nodule inside her.