Bound to Please(97)

She pressed him against the back of the sofa, all the while kissing him, holding him. Controlling him. She climbed onto him, straddling his hips, rubbing herself against his jeans.

When she pulled back he saw a glow in her eyes that hadn’t been there when he’d arrived. And there was something else, a spark that was unfamiliar and yet so easy to read.

He slid his glasses off, placed them on the side table and leaned back. “Show me what you want, baby.”

She grinned. “I intend to.”

“Go on, then. Kiss me again and show me—really show me.”

She hesitated only a second before she leaned down once more. This time when she kissed him it was more forceful, more demanding. Shoving her tongue across his lips, she tasted him, played with him until her body was rubbing against his, until she was grinding against his cock, making little noises into his mouth.

He tilted his hips under her, rubbing his erection against her pussy, using the barrier of their clothing as a kind of leverage, letting her know how much he enjoyed what she was doing, encouraging her to keep it up.

It worked.

He felt the moment she let go totally, the moment she let herself take charge of him. Their teeth clashed, their noses bumped against each other. The kiss wasn’t delicate or pretty, and yet there was a raw beauty in the total abandon of her touch.

After a sharp nip to his lip, she held him steady as she licked him, teased him. Like teenagers, they dry-fucked until his cock was full and throbbing, until he had to fist the sofa cushions to keep from taking over. His hands pulsed with the need to feel her hair in his grasp, to take control of her.

But he wanted her to be in charge. He wanted her to see that she chose when she wanted to give him control; that they belonged to each other equally.

When she pushed away from him her eyes were bright and alive, her breathing rapid. He took a deep breath, blew it out. “Baby, you want to switch.” It wasn’t a question.

She blinked a few times. “Have you ever let a woman have control over you? Do you think you could?” She whispered the words into his ear.

His cock was pounding, even as his mind was resisting. “Every good dom needs to give up control sometimes. It’s been a while, though.”

“Do you think you can do it? Can you let me take charge?” She ground against his cock, and he groaned.

“Baby, I think you already have.”

“Good. Now tell me what I need to do.”

“Whatever you want. All I know is that you’re definitely going to have to tie me up if you want me to keep my hands off you.”

He could feel her thighs trembling around him. “How will I know if I’m doing it wrong?”

He stroked the side of her face. “The only thing you could do wrong is walk away.”

“That’s not going to happen.” She kissed his palm and then pulled up his shirt and tugged it off. Her gaze fell on his nipple rings. She bent down and took a ring in her mouth, sucked it, along with his nipple, across her teeth. It stung and he sucked in a breath.

She looked up in concern. But he moved his cock against her, showing her how fucking turned on he was. With a grin, she did the same with his other nipple.

Then he was holding her head, letting her tease him, letting himself go.

“And you want this, right?” she asked.

He leaned back, spread his arms wide against the sofa. “I want this, and I want you.”

For once his Ruby would be in control. Of everything.

Of him.

Fuck.

He drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “Go on now, baby. Just do it. Before I change my mind.”

She climbed off him and held out her hand. “Come with me.”





Chapter

Twenty-Nine

As Ruby led Mark to the bed her blood pounded in her ears. Yes, it was nerves. But she couldn’t deny the buzz of excitement that thrummed through her as well. Ever since she’d seen that woman pouring candle wax onto the olive-skinned man, Ruby had been fantasizing about doing the same. To Mark.

Was there any fantasy she couldn’t live out with Mark? She smiled, and her already-wet pussy began throbbing even harder. And when she turned to him, saw the way he watched her, the way he waited for her instruction, the kick of power shot through her, elevated her senses in an alarming jolt. The physical and mental combination was thrilling, heady.

“Take off your boots and jeans.”

Quietly, he obeyed. She eyed his lean torso, his sinewy arms. He had the most beautiful body; just looking at him caused desire to pool deep inside her.

Mark was such a dominant man. In all aspects of his life, inside or outside the bedroom, he was in charge, powerful. And now? To know he was holding that power in check for her was more thrilling than anything she’d ever experienced.