“What is happening?” she cried.
“I’m watching you come apart in my arms, little one. And what a beautiful sight it is.” His grip tightened and the pulse at her clit throbbed incessantly.
“Oh. My. God. I’m so close.” She couldn’t think about anything but the intensity of the pleasure he created. Fuck.
“I know. Which is why I have to stop.” He released her breast and withdrew the finger he’d used to fuck her pussy.
“What? Wait.” With all her strength, Maggie muscled her way free and flopped to her side. “Why the hell would you—?” The question died on her lips at the sight of Tucker’s weeping cock. Thick viscous fluid coated the dark mushroom head making her mouth water. She licked her lips and moved closer.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground before she’d moved a foot from her position. “If you truly don’t want to feel my belt on your backside, you’ll stop struggling.”
She immediately froze despite the extra quiver she felt deep in her pussy. Her nipples ached, distracting her further. What the hell was wrong with her? She wasn’t supposed to react like this when he threatened her with the one thing she disliked.
To make things worse he stroked one of her breasts with a light caress that brought her as much pleasure as the pinch had. She sighed and relaxed again.
“Fighting it won’t help. It might delay the inevitable but eventually I’ll have my way and you’ll get where you need to go. I promise you that.”
Maggie clenched her jaw and remained silent. It felt childish but she wasn’t happy to be denied.
“There are things I can do that will bring you more pleasure than you can imagine. All you have to do is let me take care of you. Trust that whatever I do is designed for both our enjoyment. Be open.”
“I’ve never let anyone take care of me.”
“I know. That’s why your surrender will be all the more sweet to a man like me.”
“This messes with my head. I don’t know how to react.”
He chuckled. “You had to expect that. With all the time you spent on research. I’m sure you’ve heard it explained a thousand times. What you didn’t understand is that no amount of book learning can prepare you for how it really feels.”
Maggie didn’t particularly enjoy her sudden cowardice. She’d pursued the lifestyle with a passion that easily bordered on obsession. How easily things changed when the tables were turned on her.
Tucker lowered her to her feet while keeping her cradled in his arm. “Since you look at a loss for words, I think it’s time to move onto the second item on our agenda.”
“You have an agenda?”
He shifted his arms and released her. To her disappointment he pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped them back up. “I am nothing if not meticulous in my attention to details.”
Maggie bit her tongue to keep her smart response to herself. She definitely got the impression she was on the verge of pushing her luck.
“This way.” He grabbed her hand and began leading her to the back of the house.
“What about my clothes? Don’t I need to put them on?”
“No.” He glanced down at her scattered items. “They are staying right where they are for the foreseeable future.”
“That’s not fair. You’re fully dressed.”
Without a word Tucker turned a 100-watt smile on her that left her quaking in front of him. The man was gorgeous when he did that, but it was nothing compared to the devilish look in his eye. That look said I am the devil and you are my prey and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Chapter Five
Tucker led her from the house, across a small glass enclosed breezeway and into his very private space. He needed these few minutes to get his body under control and to think through a few changes from his earlier plans. It would be so easy to lose himself in this incredible woman. First things first, he wanted her bound and unable to move much. She needed him to take complete control and what better way to accomplish that than to leave her bound and waiting while he sketched.
“What’s all this?”
Her question brought him out of his own head and placed his attention back on her where it should be. “I guess you could call it my combination home office and playroom.”
He watched her gaze wander the space from the messy desk and piles of sketchpads to the play equipment he’d let gather dust for quite some time.
“You work in here with that big St. Andrew’s cross suspended in the middle of the room?” She’d zoomed in on his favorite piece of equipment.