“Stand.” He turned me front to back. “Too tight?”
I shook my head, distracted by the idea of dancing in the web writhing against my flesh while I lay on the sheet, staring up at my biker.
“Ready for me to claim your ass?” His voice broke. “Tell me you need it.”
“I can’t wait, please, fuck my ass, Dare.” Saying the words out loud cemented my determination. I do want this. This wasn’t me caving to another man.
Was it?
“Damn.” He groaned and moved back to my pussy.
His cold, lubed fingers slipped inside my ass and moved, while he sucked my clit. I pulsed up into his mouth but he held me a breath away from orgasm. His fingers slipped away from me and I panted, staring up at him. Heat and lust blazed on his face.
“Turn over for me. Lift your ass up.”
I moved and the ropes did their magic dance across my body. I lay against the bed with my ass raised and knees under me. He thrust through my pussy until his apa tapped my nerve center. Again and again, then his cock pressed my anus.
This was it.
“Push back.”
I pressed back and he entered me, moving in and out in a slow dance, each time moving a bit deeper. The fullness teased me and I wanted more so I pressed back, but his hands stilled my hips.
“My dance, Red. Follow my lead.”
I rubbed my breasts against the bed and the ropes rubbed over my nipples. I climbed higher with every swivel of his hips. He filled me, and the sensitive nerves sung.
“Harder, faster.” I panted. “So close, Dare. Let me fly.”
He moved faster, jerking back on my hips until I stood on all fours again. The friction of my tight muscles against his cock created a buzzing energy needing release.
“Going to come,” he ground out.
“Come with me.” I pushed back and experienced a small twinge of pain.
His fingers dug into my hips as he stilled me again. He bellowed and came.
Exhilaration and self-satisfaction spiraled with the physical gratification of our shared orgasm. I scrambled in my brain trying to find a word for the experience—a dark pleasure. The sensations were more vivid and intense, slashes verses waves of pleasure.
I didn’t have limits with Dare because I trusted him, not something I’d done in years—trust others. Him. Time and again, he’d put my wishes first, given me outs and revealed wicked levels of pleasure by challenging my previous limits.
He moved away and into the bathroom but returned in a minute, sliding into bed next me. He tugged until I rolled over faceup, his ropes still binding me.
He traced my lips with his cold, slightly wet finger, most likely from a recent washing. “Why? How did I luck into finding you?” He kissed my forehead. “Never been better. You’re so damn open.”
I laughed. “I think I’d try anything with you. You’re magic in bed.”
“No pain?”
I bit my cheek. “Only a bit.”
He frowned.
“When I pushed back into you too hard.”
He nodded. “Angle is key, and certain angles are full of pleasure and others pain. It’s why I stopped your movements.”
“I’ll learn—we’ll have to try it over and over.” I leaned up and kissed his chin.
“Over and over?” He arched his eyebrow.
“At least.” I cuddled into the hollow of his chest, playing with the ends of his hair.
* * *
I woke up early Saturday morning, leaving Dare asleep. Eight days. He’d spent each of those eight nights in my bed, and I never wanted it to end. With a quick shower, I dressed and headed to my SUV. I needed to go to MJ’s house to work on a project.
Marked Man offered an October special every year. Dare had mentioned it two days ago at work and showed me the flyer they used last year. Badly drawn and hand lettered, I would do better this year. Using MJ’s computer, I spent three hours working on the flyer, and was proud of my finished product. I may be crap at drawing, but give me a computer and I could make a little magic anyway. If I ever went to college, I’d be a graphic designer.
The feeling of accomplishment stayed with me while I opened the shop and finished my weekly bookwork. Slowly Zayn, Weasel and finally Rock showed up.
When I had checked in our last client for the next hour, I ran upstairs to see if Dare was awake.
Nope, the lazy man slept sprawled across my bed naked, and all I could do was gawk for several seconds. He was so damn sexy. I leaned down and kissed his stubbled cheek until sleepy eyes focused on me. “What time is it?”
“Two thirty. You have a four o’clock.” I kissed his forehead and stood.
“Come back here.” His arms snaked around my legs.
“I’d love too, but we’re packed all day.” I stepped back from him. “I’ll see you in a bit.” I blew him a kiss.