Beyond Broken(67)

Maddie's hands were still buried in his hair, but as he unbuttoned and unzipped the dark denim jeans she'd worn that night, her hands wandered to his as well. She could feel the thick length of him whenever their bodies pressed close. When she looked down between them, she saw the undeniable dark ridge of his erection straining in the tight confines of his jeans.

Just as she reached down to unbuckle his belt, he stopped her. Glancing back up at his face, she saw the turmoil there.

"I can't have you touching me from now on," he murmured, his voice raspy. "Please."

Disappointment flooded her, but she nodded. She understood that this must be complicated for him. Difficult. So, she took her hands away and kept them at her sides. In return, as though saying thank you, he brushed his lips over the tip of her nose and then he was pushing down her jeans. Her underwear went with them, the cold air sudden and shocking.

Just as she gasped, he lowered both of them to the carpeted floor of the office. It wasn't comfortable, but Maddie wouldn't complain. Caleb lay her back and she nervously looked up at him, her lips parted, as he rocked back on his heels to gaze down at her bare body. The intimacy was unbelievable. Every inch of her was on display under the harsh lighting of the office, offered up for his leisurely exploration. She'd never felt more stripped and more exposed to one person in her entire life.

She resisted the urge to shield herself or shy away from him. This would take courage and she wasn't afraid. Nervous, yes, but not afraid.

When his fingers trailed down from the valley between her breasts, dipping into her belly button along the way, and ending at the small dark curls between her thighs, she made a quiet whimpering sound in the back of her throat. Caleb's fingers parted the flesh there and her hips lifted off the ground when he circled the small bundle of hidden nerves with the pad of his thumb.

He just watched her. His dark eyes were impossibly black as they roamed over her body and face.

"Say something," she whispered.

He bent over her body, his thumb still lazily circling round and round. A fierce kiss stole her breath and then she moaned because he pressed harder between her thighs.

Oh my God.

"I imagined you like this," he murmured against her lips. "So often. Even from when I first saw you walk into this garage."

Her cheeks flushed even more when he pulled away, dropping a light kiss onto her breasts. She gasped when he entered her with a finger.



       
         
       
        

His brow furrowed. "Fuck, you're tight, princess."

Tell him, she thought. Now was the right time to tell him.

"Caleb, I … I … "

I'm a virgin.

But the words stuck in her throat. And when he pushed another finger inside her, trying to loosen her up, all thoughts flew out the window.

She wanted to touch him desperately. She wanted to peel off his t-shirt and explore the tattoos he had hidden away. She wanted to thread her hands through his thick locks and pull him down for a kiss. But she kept her arms next to her, her fingers curling into the thin, scratchy carpet beneath her.

When he leaned away, her heart gave another nervous jolt when he unbuckled his belt and pulled the black leather through his belt loops. He looked down at her, cradling the material in his hands, and then said, "Maddie, there are … I need certain things. I won't be able to relax unless you're … restrained."

Maddie bit her lip, her eyes darting to the belt. "I promise I won't touch you," she whispered.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I know. I just … "

So, this was his kink. He needed to tie up his partners, restrain them so he would have complete control, no surprises. She understood why he craved that power.

Ignoring the warning bells going off, Maddie finally nodded and offered up her wrists. This frightened her just a little bit, but she knew that Caleb would never take advantage of her position.

Caleb kissed her palms as he wrapped her wrists with his belt. Before she knew it, he drew her hands up over her head and attached the belt to the leg of her desk, wrapping it around until she was securely bound. He'd done this before, she realized, a flash of jealousy cutting her. He'd tied her up so neatly and efficiently that it couldn't have been his first time.

Stop it, she thought. He was here with her now. Not anyone else.

Once he was satisfied, he gazed down at his handiwork, at her body, at the way her breasts lifted higher because of her restrained arms, at the smooth hollow dip of her stomach. He leaned forward, sucking on her nipples once more until she was about to scream with frustration and yet beg him to never stop. Then he lifted away, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and tugging down his boxer briefs underneath.