Saved by Venom 3 (Grabbed)(30)

He slipped the looped rope under her breasts and pulled it tight in the middle of her back. The easy tugging motion told her that he was making a knot there. Suddenly she wished there was a mirror so she could watch him work.

“All right?” He slipped a finger under the rope. “Not too tight?”

“It’s fine.”

He made a quiet approving noise and slipped the looped rope back around to her front, this time above her breasts. “Today you’re only getting one simple loop under and above your breasts, but as you become accustomed to the ropes, I’ll start adding more pressure and more intricate work.”

When he stepped in front of her, their gazes clashed. His eyes had gone all smoky with desire and excitement. His cheeks were a bit ruddy too. Venom couldn’t hide his arousal in boxer briefs but it was the intense set of his jaw that drew her attention most. She marveled at his focus as he created the beautiful rope work adorning her body.

She could hardly breathe as he weaved and tucked the rope under the two loops he had already created to form a sort of halter-top. He slid around behind her again to tighten the rope. She shivered a little as he wound it around her waist a couple of times, pulling it taut but not so tight that it bit into her skin.

He stepped back to survey his work. Something wasn’t quite right. The touch of a frown played upon his lips. “You look unbalanced.” He rubbed his jaw. “I’m going to bind your thighs.”

His gaze flicked to hers just fractionally before moving to the bed. It was a look that told her he would stop if she wanted him to—but she didn’t.

Venom picked up one of the shorter coils of rope and knelt in front of her. Prickly goose bumps raced across her skin as his bare fingertips glided along the outer curve of her leg. He took his time wrapping her left thigh with the braided rope and weaving the line through the belt-like adornment on her waist. When it slipped down the other side, he looped the rope around her right thigh.

Mesmerized by the skilled movements of his fingers, she watched him form knots and loops and braids. “It’s beautiful.” Her soft voice seemed to startle him. She bit her lip. “Sorry.”

He reached up and brushed his thumb across her pout. “It’s fine. I’m not used to talking when I’m working.”

“Have you…” She stopped herself and decided not to go there.

But Venom cocked his head and seemed intent on following the thought. “Have I…?”

Avoiding his gaze, she asked, “Have you done this with a lot of women?”

Venom’s fingertips skimmed her cheek. He drew her gaze and shocked her with the sincerity shining in his pale eyes. “I’ve been with other women, yes—but not as many as you’re likely imagining. What I shared with those women—well, it won’t come close to what we’ll share. I’ve never been with the same woman more than once. Last night was the first time I slept with any woman.”

“Really?” She hated the hopefulness coloring her voice. It was such a silly, romantic thought but she wanted to be some kind of first for him. She wanted to be as special to him as he was going to be to her.

“Really.” He captured her mouth in a gentle, easy kiss. “You and I—we’re breaking new ground here, sugar. We’re building something new.”

Venom sat back on his heels and traced the lines of cream and red rope crisscrossing her body. He circled a couple of knots before resting his hands on her hips and turning his attention toward her breasts. They were supported by the ropes, almost like a bra. Her nipples were flushed and peaked and aching for his touch.

He gave it without request. Teasing at first, his tongue flicked against the pink buds before sensually laving them. When he suckled her, she sighed and lifted up on the balls of her feet, pressing her breast to his mouth and silently urging him to continue to stoke her passions. She made a disappointed sound when he released her nipple and merely caressed her hips.

“Tell me how the ropes make you feel.”

“Warm,” she said the first word that came to mind. “Secure. Safe.”

“Good.” He sounded so pleased by her response and she was filled with the most unexpected sense of happiness. “You seem less nervous and more relaxed.”

“Do I?” She considered her emotions for a moment and realized he was right. The ropes hugging her body eased the anxiety she had been feeling about what awaited her with Venom.

“Yes.” He brushed his lips against her belly. Her sharp inhale made him chuckle. The heady look they shared made the pulsing ache between her thighs grow nearly unbearable.

Venom slid his hand down her body to cup her bare sex. He lifted his face until their noses were nearly touching. Their breaths intermixed as his fingers parted the petals of her pussy and tapped onr finger against her throbbing clitoris. He held her gaze as his finger glided toward the source of her damp heat.

She made a little whimpering sound as his thick finger gradually penetrated her. He brushed his thumb side to side across her clit before capturing her lips in a long, slow kiss. Carefully he pulled his hand away from her sex so she could see the glistening wetness on his skin. “See how excited you are?”

“Yes.”

He shocked her by licking her wetness from his finger. His low groan made her lightheaded. “You taste so damn good.”

His comment surprised her. “I do?”

A corner of his sensual mouth lifted with amusement. “Yes, you do. Have you ever let a man—?”

“No,” she interrupted him before he could finish what she was sure would be a very dirty sentence. “No.”

Now he was the one who looked surprised. “Not even once?”

“I never got that far with any of the men I dated.” Her face was so hot now.

“There’s a first time for everything, Dizzy.” He grinned as she gulped hard. “I seem to remember promising you that I was going to explore every last inch of your body with my tongue.” His fingers returned to her soaking-wet sex. “And I think I’m going to start right about here.”





Chapter Eleven




Dizzy focused on the tight embrace of the ropes wound around her body as Venom swept her off her feet and placed her on the bed. He crawled over her, grasping her small wrists in his big hand and dragging them over her head. As he had last night, he held them down while plundering her mouth with ravenous desire.

Nearly delirious with need, Dizzy arched into him and matched his increasingly passionate kisses. His tongue stabbed between her lips and danced with hers, setting her alight with a wildfire of lust. “Venom,” she whispered. “Venom, please…”

“Patience, little one.” His gruff voice and the tender pet name thrilled her. “We have all day and all night to enjoy this.”

She didn’t know if she could survive a night and day of feeling like this. It wasn’t only her intimate parts that throbbed mercilessly. Her head ached and her body vibrated with a harsh heat.

“I won’t restrain you to the bed right now but I will soon.” He grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh at her collarbone. “You’ll love every second of being immobile and at my mercy.”

Her shuddery breaths came faster as she imagined being tied down to the bed while Venom hovered over her. His hands would be free to do whatever they wanted to her body—and it excited her so much.

What is wrong with me? Two days ago she would have been horrified by the very idea of a man restraining and making love to her. Now she desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to be helpless and forced to feel pleasure—but only because Venom was the man taking control.

Eyes closed, she relished the wicked sensations caused by Venom’s lips as they dotted kisses down her chest and along the curve of her belly. He licked a slow circle around her navel before dragging his tongue right down to the vee between her thighs.

Lying flat on the bed, he shifted her thighs apart and pushed her feet until her knees were bent. His long, thick fingers spanned her inner thighs as he gazed upon the most secret part of her. She didn’t dare lift her head to watch him. Just feeling him looking so intently at her bare pussy made Dizzy so incredibly nervous and embarrassed.

“Oh!” Dizzy gasped when Venom carefully parted her tender folds. The cool air of the room felt positively chilly against her superheated flesh. She started to close her thighs but his hand pushed her knee to the side.

“No.” His firm command made her heart race. “You keep them open—or I’ll add more rope and solve the problem my way.”

“But—”

“No.” He said the word calmly but sternly. “I won’t be denied access to my prize. Your body belongs to me now and I mean to enjoy it.”

The raw arrogance of that statement was breathtaking but Venom said it without a hint of cruelty or meanness. Claiming ownership of her seemed as natural to him as if he were discussing the weather. He had caught and collared her in the forest, so obviously she belonged to him.

His assertion of dominance over her didn’t inspire the flare of anger it should have. Instead she made the delicious realization that enjoying his prize—her body—meant pleasure for her. His threat to add more restraints piqued her interest. It was so wrong, and she was definitely playing with fire, but Dizzy decided to see what would happen if she pushed back at Venom.