Bound to Please(17)

She didn’t remember him unbinding her or lifting her, but then she was in his arms, cradled against his chest as he dropped into the chair. He gently untied the blindfold and her gaze fell on his exposed skin.

It seemed strange that this was the first time she’d seen him undressed, and she drank him in. He had little body hair to detract from his lithe frame. When her eyes fell on his nipple rings her sex gave a little throb. She wanted to lean down and take one into her mouth. How hard would he like her to tug? He knew so much about her, yet he still remained a mystery to her.

And it was already early morning. So little time remained to explore this man, Mark St. Crow.

Sitting in the chair, he held her in his lap, nuzzling her hair, her ear, her neck. Held her with such tenderness it melted her insides. She loved the way he could dominate her and nurture her in the same moment. He kissed her eyes, licked away the tears her release had brought forth.

Taking her arms in his hands, he massaged her wrists. “Been a while, baby?”

She nodded. “Yes. Since…” She glanced at the portrait on the wall.

“He broke your heart, then?”

“No. He just couldn’t give me what I needed.”

“And I can.” It wasn’t a question; the fact that she was still quivering inside from her orgasm was all the answer she needed.

Mark reached down to pull her panties over her knees and her heels. He threw them next to her dress. “Why me?” His brown eyes searched hers.

“I liked you. I trusted you.” She smiled. “And I’m insane, obviously.”

“I’m glad I met you tonight, Ruby.” His fingers skimmed a lazy circle around her nipple until she felt the tip harden under his touch. And then, a stirring between her legs.

Her ass still stung from earlier, and she couldn’t wait to see the marks on her skin. What was that about, anyway? It seemed so wrong, and yet there it was.

She began to suspect this was a huge mistake, this little tryst with Mark. This feeling, this afterglow, could be addicting.

“Do you ever stop thinking?”

She met his gaze. “What do you mean?”

“I can see it in your eyes, the little gears churning.”

“It’s just that I never—”

“Do things like this. I know.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “But I’m so glad you did.”

Through his jeans she could feel his erection pressing against the side of her hip. He’d taken off his glasses and now he slid them back on. She reached up and gently traced the frame. “Can you see without them?”

“Barely.”

“I think they’re sexy.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded.

With great care he took her head between his hands and lowered his mouth to hers. “I want to fuck you now, Ruby.”

“Yes. Fuck me.” She’d never spoken this way before, but with him she couldn’t hold anything back. Like somehow it was easier to be herself with this stranger than with her family and friends.

Lifting his hips, he tugged off his jeans and boxers and kicked them aside.

“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

She did.

He took his cock in his hand and stroked down and up, slowly. Her pussy responded immediately with a steady, pulsing throb. She watched as he tore open a silver packet with his teeth, removed the condom and slid it over his erection. His hip bones were sharp and angular, his stomach flat. She loved watching the muscles of his body as he moved.

“Slide onto me, Ruby.”

She closed her eyes as he guided her. This was it, what she’d been waiting for. She slowly sank onto his body, and when he was inside her, she cried out from the satisfaction of it.

He filled her completely, physically and emotionally. She was dying to give herself over to him. Using her pelvis, she rocked against him back and forth, until she saw a little drop of sweat on his brow. Lust pooled inside her, between her legs.

“Don’t come,” he said.

Her hands clenched his strong, smooth shoulders as he lifted her up, then down, directed her. Every nerve in her body screamed, wanting release. Her own cries of ecstasy, animalistic and unlike anything she’d ever heard herself utter, contrasted with the soft jazz music, elevating the erotic energy already coursing though her body. Her orgasm, just out of reach, throbbed from her clit to the depths of her sex and deeper still.

She watched his eyes darken, his lids lower, and she fought the urge to lick the drop of sweat off his brow. She couldn’t take that initiative. Even now, with her riding him, he controlled her. His need to control and her need to submit seemed to pulse between them, like a living thing.

He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. She arched against him, and when he bit her flesh she nearly died.