Bound to Please (33 page)

Her eyes searched his, looking for the genuineness in his words.

“It’s true,” he said. “When you give yourself to me, you glow with strength. It’s because you know that, with just one word, I’ll stop. You are comfortable in that power. And it’s a beautiful thing.”

Her eyes had gone dark; her chest was flushed red. His words were getting to her. And fuck it, they were getting to him, too.

He leaned in until his mouth brushed hers. “You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

“I know that now,” she said against his lips. “Which is why I need you to let me do something. To you. With you.”

“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want.”

She kissed him back, more forcefully now, and his entire world became his sweet Ruby. Her tongue licking his lips, her mouth opening so she could push her way inside his. Her hands on his head, clutching him to her in a tight grasp.

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

A
s 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.

He sat on the bed and she pushed him onto his back. She smiled. It must be absolute torture for him to let go like this, but he was doing it. Doing it for her. Straddling him, she sat on his cock, her pussy aching as she rubbed against him through her underwear and his boxers. She pulled his arms above his head and pinned him like he had done to her their first night together. “Are you mine tonight?” she asked, repeating what he’d asked her so many times.

He nodded.

She stretched his arms as she slid her pussy down his cock, using his erection as a hard tool on which to rub her clit.

“Say it,” she said. “Say you’re mine.”

“Ruby, baby. I’m yours.”

“Good. Now, stay here. I’ll be right back. I want you to get undressed and lay in the middle of the bed.” The words sounded funny coming out of her mouth, but she shoved her self-consciousness away.

He nodded again, his eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.

As she flitted around the hotel room, collecting the things she needed, his words rang in her ears.
He’s really going to let me do this. He wants me to do this.

She went into the bathroom and shut the door, organizing the items she’d collected. When she looked up, she saw a different woman in the mirror. There was an uninhibited air about her that had been missing before. Her hair was a mess and she didn’t care. She was wearing a G-string and a frivolous bra. She had a man at her disposal. Who was this woman?

It was her.

Smiling, she opened the door, just a crack. Without looking inside the bedroom, she called out, “Close your eyes. Are they closed?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded tight, gravelly. Oh, yeah. This must be downright torturous for him.

And it was about to get worse.

She entered the bedroom and nearly dropped everything in her arms. Because looking at him, lying on the bed, totally nude and waiting, stunned her.

He was long and hard, everywhere. His arms were at his sides, his fists clenched. His erection lay on his pelvis, stretching nearly to his belly button. It took every last ounce of her willpower to keep from stripping down and pouncing on him right then. Easing the ache between her legs with his beautiful cock.

But no. He was giving her this, and she wanted to take the gift.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

He grunted in response.

It was truly amazing what a five-star hotel would provide its guests when asked. Now, she placed five tea-light candles, a box of matches, a jar of jasmine oil, two bars of Belgian chocolate, three Hungarian silk scarves, and a large bowl of ice on the nightstand. As she looked around the luxurious suite, at the opulent bed with a gorgeous, naked man on it, she thought maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to adjust to the rock-star lifestyle after all.

“Open your eyes,” she said.

She felt his hot gaze on her skin, taking in her lingerie, her saucy stance; the way she raised her chin to look down on him. His eyes flashed with desire, and she nearly jumped from the excitement of it. Because she’d never felt like this before. So powerful, so in charge. So in control.

It was thrilling.

Picking up the scarves, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him, her pussy resting on the hard planes of his stomach.

She took his jaw in her hand and leaned down as if to kiss him. But at the last minute she pushed him away to put her tongue on his skin, licking him from the base of his neck to the back of his ear. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his muscles tense underneath her. And then when she nipped his earlobe his chest heaved against hers.

“Baby, you better tie me up, or I’ll have you under me in less than sixty seconds.”

“Patience is a virtue. And don’t worry, I’ll tie you up.” Straightening, she drew a silk scarf across his chest. “When I’m ready.”

“You do realize you’ll pay for this later.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“I’ve created a monster.”

She flicked his nipple and he jerked. “And you love it, right?”

“Yes,” he said with a chuckle.

“So, I have rules.”

“I can’t wait to hear it.”

“No removing yourself from the restraints just because you can. And no climaxing until I say you can. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry.” She kissed him on the nose. “This will be fun.”

At the look in his eyes her power rush went up a notch, and she straightened her back, letting him take a good look at her sexy lingerie. A drop of sweat beaded at his temple.

Taking his right wrist, she climbed up him, straddling his face. The scrolled iron headboard made it convenient to tie his wrists to either side, and as she did so she could feel his hot breath on her pussy, through the fabric of her panties.

Then, when his arms were secured to the bedposts, she lowered her body, pressing her pussy softly against his mouth, his nose. Letting him feel her, smell her, through the sheer silk. He groaned against her, and she felt his breathing quicken, hot gusts against her swollen flesh.

She rubbed against his face like a purring cat. There was no hurry.
She
could come whenever she wanted to.
She
could take her time.
She
could use his mouth as her personal play toy.

Finally she tore away. The candles cast a soft glow over the room, tempting her with their molten wax. But that would come later. Now she let him watch as she picked up a bar of chocolate off the nightstand and broke off a few pieces. Taking it with her as she slid down his body and placed a piece of chocolate on her tongue.

His stare was locked on her mouth as she tasted the chocolate, showed him how much she loved the experience of it melting on her tongue. After she swallowed she licked her lips, slowly.

The power of controlling his pleasure was electrifying, humming through her veins in an erotic current. It must be like this for Mark every time he did this to her. The thought made her feel special, cherished.
His.

And then she paused. Because even now, with him tied up before her—her prisoner—he was powerful, full of strength. Beautiful. Was this how he saw her? Was this what he wanted to show her?

Love expanded in her heart as she bent down and took his erection in her hand. She wanted to please him, to take him to the edge of pleasure as he’d done to her so many times. Licking a drop of cum off the tip of his cock, she slid the engorged head into her mouth. He jerked beneath her, but her weight on his hips kept him down. She stroked him, caressing him to the very base of his shaft.

Looking up through her lashes, she placed another piece of chocolate on her tongue. Then she took him in her mouth once more, letting him feel the silky chocolate as it melted, swirled it around his cock before she swallowed.

He moaned. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”

She got off the bed and picked up the remaining scarf. “Shh.” She wrapped the scarf around his head and tied it off, blindfolding him.

“Ruby, you’re killing me.”

She popped the ice onto her tongue and climbed back on the bed. With him between her thighs, she leaned down and used her teeth to draw the ice across his skin, tracing a line over his ribs. He gasped when she reached his nipple and took a metal ring, along with the ice, into her mouth. She tugged and sucked, swallowed the ice as it dissolved in her mouth.

When the metal and his nipple ring were hard and cold she switched sides, letting go only when the ice had disappeared.

Her own nipples were tingling and hard, envious little points beneath her bra. But she ignored the sensation and picked a candle off the dresser.

The small tin candle was warm in her hand, and she lifted it high over his chest. “I’m going to pour candle wax on you now.”

He shuddered once but said nothing.

Her eyes were on the flame as she tilted the candle, watching as the ivory wax poured over the edge to land on one of his chilled nipples. He jerked and gasped, his jaw clenched.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

She continued pouring, loving the way the muscles in his arms bunched as he jerked against the silk restraints. She moved to his other nipple, watching the way his muscles clenched every time the wax hit his skin. When he thrashed on the bed every nerve in her body gathered between her legs in hot pulses. But she ignored it, instead wanting to draw out his pleasure. Right then, it was so much more rewarding than pleasuring herself.