Tempting Him Page 4

  My breasts feel ignored, though, so I take matters into my own hands. Cupping both breasts, I push them together and then snag the nipples with my thumb and forefingers, rolling them hard, twisting, pulling. And suddenly, it feels like there’s a direct line from the tips of my puckered nipples to my clit, where he is still working his magic.

  Wow. Wow. Wow.

  Where has this man been all my life? Did he practice licking soft serve ice cream out of a cone? Did he discover this skill by licking the beaters from a mixer?

  I push those thoughts aside because I don’t care how he learned, I just know what he’s doing is making me lose my mind.

  “Cade,” I barely get out.

  He lifts his eyes but not his mouth and the second he notices where my hands are, what my fingers are doing, his lids get heavy, his eyes hot. He groans against my sensitive nub and I groan along with him.

  Damn, I’m so close.

  His cock is at half-mast now. He’s not quite ready, but I know he will be soon. And I can’t wait.

  Before I can climax, he’s pushing to his feet and I miss his mouth on me. He nudges one hand away from my breast and sucks the nipple between his lips, his teeth scraping the edges making me gasp from the sharp sensation.

  I like that.

  Yes, I do.

  His fingers still work in and out of me, his thumb taking over where his tongue left off as he draws my nipple deeper into his mouth. Impossibly deep.

  Fuck.

  Yes.

  Then he buries his hand into my damp hair as he straightens, pulling my head back. Now my breast misses him, too. He stares down at me, his lips shiny from both his own saliva and my arousal.

  We haven’t kissed again since the first time. I have a feeling that’s about to change.

  And... I’m right.

  As he drops his head, my lips part and I tilt my chin up to meet him. He takes my mouth like it’s his, like it’s always been his and his alone.

  Like it’s unchartered territory that’s his for discovery.

  I love that.

  It’s like I’ve had no one before him. This is my fresh start. My new beginning.

  It’s starting right now. In this shower. With this man.

  Cade.

  Holy hell, I feel like there’s been a complete switch inside of me. I feel like I’ve finally come alive again.

  All from this man’s mouth.

  How can that be?

  His tongue tangles with mine and I groan deep from the back of my throat. The grip on my hair tightens and my scalp tingles from the sharp pull.

  Oh, God, I love it, though. It makes me feel more alive than ever. My pussy clenches hard around his fingers. And with a last tweak to my clit, I feel the ripples explode from my center and my eyes roll back in my head.

  He swallows my gasp but doesn’t let up, his tongue continues to plunder my mouth.

  It’s too much. Too much.

  Ah, yes.

  I clench down on his fingers even tighter as the intense ripples fade away.

  He lifts his mouth from mine. “Sky, look at me.”

  I blink away my temporary insanity to consider the man who stands tall over me. I wonder what’s next. What his plan is.

  I know what I would do, but I’m going to leave it in his skillful hands.

  I want him to take control, to be the man I need.

  I want him to dominate.

  To make me his.

  And his alone.

  Cade:

  There’s nothing more exquisite than a beautiful woman skillfully bound with ropes.

  So I can appreciate the scene before me. Sky is bound with her hands behind her back in the center of her king-sized bed. But her wrists aren’t the only thing bound. She’s on her knees, which are tucked underneath her, her cheek pressed to the mattress. I’ve tied her so that her breasts are harnessed in a fashion that is similar to a bikini top. And it’s connected to the rope cuffs.

  Here’s the thing...

  She had the rope. She’s the one who brought it into play. However, I know how to tie it, how to secure it. And I think her bringing out her hemp rope and my knowledge of bindings surprised us both.

  We both recovered quickly and as I wrapped the ropes around her, tying the necessary knots, her eyes never left me. She has a habit of biting her bottom lip, whether to keep herself under control, I’m not quite sure yet.

  What I am sure of, though, is that it’s sexy as all get out.

  I now sport a raging hard-on. Seeing her bound, especially in a submissive position, pooled all the blood to my cock.

  Her long, but still damp hair falls loosely around her face and shoulders. And that heart-shaped ass of hers...

  Exposed. A gift for me to do with what I’d like. I considered gagging and blindfolding her, too. (Surprise! She had those, also. Where has this woman been all my life?) However, we can always bring that into play later.

  Or tomorrow.

  Or the next day.

  My gaze traces along the rope that follows the line of her spine down to the small of her back. The rope is wound three times around each wrist and a special knot is used.

  Her safe word is lollipop. After learning she had the rope, a ball gag and a blindfold, I wasn’t surprised she had a safe word. I do wonder what other toys she has and if she will share.

  Even though she does have her word, I hope she doesn’t have to use it. I know it’s weird to put trust in a man you really don’t know and I really do appreciate the chance, but I’m not sure I would put myself in her place right now. Trussed up in front of a neighbor who you’ve only seen running past your house.

  If it was anybody other than me, I’d worry about her safety. But it is me, and I am lucky.

  Very lucky.

  Back to her toys... It’s one of the reasons I didn’t gag her. I don’t know where her stash is (and I’m sure she has one) and I’ll need to ask her questions. Like...

  “Lube?”

  I don’t miss it when her ass quickly clenches, but relaxes immediately. She’s already anticipating what’s to come.

  Anticipation is a great aphrodisiac.

  “Closet. Top shelf. There’s a blue box...”

  I spot the closet she’s talking about and head that direction. Inside, there’s a fairly large decorative box on the top shelf like she indicated. I pull it down and set it near the bed. Lifting the lid, a smile crosses my face.

  Yes.

  I wonder at what point in her life she realized she enjoyed these types of things. For me? It was a long, long time ago. I was barely twenty-one, still in college, and waiting to hear back from the Secret Service about my application. I had stumbled across what I thought was a college party, which turned out to be anything but.

  And it changed my life.

  Staring down into her box of surprises, I ask, “When?”

  Even though I’m not looking at her, I feel her gaze on me. “What?”

  “When did you find yourself?”

  When she doesn’t answer, I raise my eyes to her. She switched cheeks on the bed and now watches me.

  “I haven’t,” she answers softly.

  “Haven’t what?”

  “Found myself.”

  I wonder if she’s being coy with me, but her face appears open and honest. I believe her.

  She’s still searching.

  Nothing wrong with that.

  I ask in a different way. “When did you head this direction?”

  “A long time ago.”

  “And you still aren’t sure?” I ask, surprised.

  “I put it aside for a while.”

  A long time... “During your marriage?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  I could imagine her shrugging if she wasn’t bound on the bed. “I had to.”

  “Why?”

  Her brows knit together. “Things needed to be kept at a normal level.”

  A normal level. Strange.

  “And y
ou don’t consider this normal?” I ask her.

  “I do. He didn’t. Things could get out of hand. It ended up he wasn’t...”

  “Wasn’t what?”

  Her eyes squeeze shut as if she’s blocking a memory. I suddenly regret my line of questioning. She’s not being interrogated, so I tamp down my instinct to do so. This is supposed to be pleasurable for her, not painful.

  “Sorry, let’s drop it,” I say. At my apology, her eyes blink open and her face appears more relaxed.

  “Thank you,” she whispers and my chest squeezes painfully at the sadness or hollowness behind her eyes.

  Jesus. Now I really want to know her secrets. She’s keeping something buried. I’m curious now to know what it is.

  I only have one thing that really haunts me and, unfortunately, it’s not really a secret. But it’s something I avoid discussing whenever possible.

  I want to explore everything that’s held in that large, blue box with her, but for right now, I dig out the bottle of lube and toss it onto the bed next to her. I don’t want to keep her tied up for too long, especially in that position. Before I straighten, I spot something I can’t resist.

  It’s a beaded glass dildo. It reminds me of anal beads (but on steroids) and I know exactly what I’m going to do with it.

  I grab it and climb onto my knees on the bed. Before I do what I’m dying to do, I shift in front of her. I move until her head is practically in my lap, I spread my thighs, brush my thumb across her bottom lip, then grip her hair tightly in my fists.

  “Open,” I command.

  Her eyes flick up to mine and her lips part, her mouth opens wide. Then those pink, full lips of hers wrap around me and she sucks me deep. My fingers convulse in her hair and she moans around my cock.

  Fuck, yes. Perfect.

  She’s in a position where she isn’t as free to move as she’d like, so using my hands in her hair, I guide her up and down my length. Her cheeks hollow out and she makes a noise as I hit the back of her throat. I realize she can’t say her safe word and being bound she can’t tap out. I certainly don’t want her to bite down if it becomes too much, so I tell her, “Two blinks for a signal.”

  She understands, but continues on, her tongue stroking the underside of my cock as I move in and out of her mouth, giving her everything I have, my whole length and she doesn’t give me the signal.

  I’m impressed and in awe as I watch a tear escape the corner of her eye. A natural reaction to just how deep she’s taking me.

  Still no signal.

  The hard suction of her hot, wet mouth, makes me fight the urge to come down her throat. There’s so much more I want to do with her than just this and I don’t want to have to recover again. Not yet. Not now. Not while she’s bound and in my control.

  What I can’t fight is my eyes rolling back into my head. The sensations, the sounds of her taking almost every inch of me makes my balls tighten, and takes me right to that dangerous edge.

  I’m right there. So ready to release. Instead, I let go of her hair and pull back. I’m amazed to see the disappointment in her eyes.

  “You like taking me in your mouth.”

  “Yes,” she answers, her lips shiny and wet. A little bit of saliva dribbles from the corner of her mouth, but she doesn’t lick it away. Instead, I capture it with my thumb, then slide my thumb into her mouth. She sucks my digit clean, causing my cock to flex in reaction.

  Damn.

  I’m so ready to be inside her again.

  “Are you still okay with your bindings?”

  She gives me a fuck-me smile. “Yes.”

  I’m relieved. I brush a knuckle over her cheekbone, then sweep my fingers down her jawline. “Face down.”

  She immediately drops her right cheek back to the bed. She’s an obedient lover. I like that, too.

  I move behind her and let my gaze slide over everything she is offering me, openly, unabashedly.

  It’s quite beautiful, stunning even.

  Her pink, plump pussy and the tight, puckered rosette calls to me. Tempts me. Begs me for attention.

  I take the beaded dildo into my palm and feel the coolness of the glass. It won’t take much to make it warm. I know exactly where to put it to make it so.

  I run the tip of it from the top of her spine down, all the way to the crease of her ass, then back to where her hands are bound together. I rub it over her fingers.

  “You’ve used this before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where? Here?” I ask, sliding the cool glass over her slick folds.

  “Yes.”

  I press it lightly against her anus. “Here?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  She hesitates. “I just haven’t.”

  “But you’re not against it.” Not a question because I know what the answer will be. Because she likes ass play (hard to forget that).

  “No.”

  I brush the round tip of the dildo down her crease again, this time all the way to her clit and back up. “Good,” I finally say and she shudders visibly.

  I separate her folds and slowly slide the dildo inside her, starting at the widest end. Her spine rounds, the rope along her back becoming taut, and she cries out, but it’s muffled as she turns her face into the mattress.

  As I slide it in and out of her slowly, gently, the glass becomes warmer between my fingers, capturing the heat of her. The slick heat that will soon surround me.

  I can’t take very much more. Her reactions are precious and her sounds like music.

  Now I wonder how long she’s lived here, how long we’ve been this close but never discovered each other. By dumb luck I decided to begin running. If it wasn’t for that, I may never have found her. Never have even known she existed.

  But I did.

  I did.

  I’m so fucking glad I did.

  I slip the dildo from her and she makes a small noise that sounds like a protest and I have to smile at that.

  She’s greedy and needy.

  I’m one hell of a lucky bastard.

  Chapter Six

  Skylar:

  The sound of the lube being opened is unmistakable and a thrill shoots through me. My legs are starting to cramp from being tucked so tightly underneath me. But I don’t care.

  I really don’t.

  It’s been a long time since I’ve played like this. A long time since I’ve had a willing partner. I’m not going to waste one moment, not one second, complaining about a little discomfort.

  The ropes binding my breasts rub against my skin, making me well aware of who is in control at this time.

  Cade is.

  He holds me at his mercy.

  My breasts ache against the sheet; my nipples pucker painfully. I can’t wait to have them back in his mouth, between his fingers, or even within my own. I’m willing to wait for that right now, because I know what’s coming first.

  Oh yes, I do.

  Cade dribbles lube down my crease and the shock of the cool gel against my heated skin makes me gasp and clench hard, though I have nothing inside me to squeeze. I’m empty. No fingers, no cock, no tongue, not even the dildo.

  But it’s coming.

  It is.

  I wait. But not for long. His thumb circles my rim, spreading the generous amount of lube around and he dips it quickly inside. Just enough to be a tease.

  Then it’s there. My new favorite toy. I was disappointed when it first arrived. I had ordered it on impulse, and once I unwrapped it, I didn’t think it would ever satisfy me.

  However, today has changed my opinion. He used the wide end in my pussy, I wonder if he’ll do the same this time.

  When I feel the pressure of the rounded glass, I can easily tell it’s not, it’s the narrow end. One by one, the circular beads of the dildo are pushed inside me. The glass is slippery with lube and I relax to allow him to push farther, deeper.

  “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

  I smile and turn my h
ead to the side. I’m moved by how caring he is. “Yes.”

  “More?”

  “Oh yes.” I groan as the beaded dildo works its magic the deeper it goes. I might even be able to come from simply that and, if my hands were free, from me touching myself.

  Yes, we may have to experiment with that. Later.

  Not now.

  Before he’s inserted the whole length, he’s pulling it back out and a whimper escapes me. I’ve used anal beads before (or more like I’ve had them used on me with a partner) but this, this glass beaded dildo, is even better. I gasp as he pulls it out, one bead at a time.

  Before it slips from me completely, with a little pressure, he slowly slides it back in, again one bead at a time, from the smallest to almost the largest. Then he stops. I hear his ragged breathing, even over the thumping of my own heart in my ears. I feel it beating against my skin.

  “Do it again,” I encourage, and close my eyes to enjoy the journey this single, simple toy is taking me on. Well, the toy and Cade.

  It wouldn’t be the same without him.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  The tear of the condom wrapper perks my ears, and in my excitement, I clamp down on the dildo.

  “Easy,” he murmurs.

  No. I don’t want it easy. I want everything he can give me. Who knows when I’ll have this opportunity again. Who knows when I’ll have a willing and skilled partner at my fingertips, in my bed.

  I feel the smooth crown of his cock against my labia, sliding up and down, nudging gently. My eyes roll back even before he enters me, because I just know how good this is going to feel. I know how great it will be to be filled completely in both places at the same time.

  He pulls the glass toy back out until just about the end, then slowly, oh so slowly, he presses his cock inside me at the same time he does the dildo. Little by little he fills me until there’s nothing left to give. I have it all.

  “Cade,” I moan, rolling my head back and forth on the bed. “Cade.” My voice catches.

  “I’m here, Sky,” he says, his voice so low, so rough, it sounds painful.

  He curves over my back so that the fingertips of my bound hands can brush against his belly, feel his hot skin.