Caught by Menace (15 page)

the mercy of his hands and mouth, the better.

“On your back,” he ordered and dumped his armful of

supplies onto the bed.

Her curious gaze scanned the items he’d dropped.

She pointed to a slim, short anal plug he’d chosen on a

whim. “Do I even want to know what the hel that is?”

“Probably not,” he said with a teasing smirk.

To her credit, she didn’t instantly refuse to even

consider the plug. She did as he’d asked and moved

onto her back, her hands fisted at her sides. Gently he

took her hands in his and puled her arms up over her

head. He hoped that in time she would grow to trust him

enough not to tense up so badly. For now, he was wiling

to work around her fear. After the life she had lived in

Connor’s Run, he couldn’t expect anything less from her.

When he puled free the leather, padded cuffs hidden

between the mattress and headboard, Naya’s eyes

widened. “Is that standard bed design around here?”

widened. “Is that standard bed design around here?”

He laughed. “Yes. There are points along the

bedframe that alow restraint connections.”

She was quiet. “Is our bed the only place I need to

worry about you whipping out the chains and cuffs? I

mean, the dinner table is just a dinner table, right? It’s not

some weird piece of sex furniture?”

Menace snorted. “It’s just a table.”

He didn’t tel her that even a simple table could be a

perfect prop for some impromptu rough loving. He

expertly applied the cuffs to her wrists and hooked the

chain to a ring attached to the very top of the headboard.

He puled the chain taut, ridding it of any slack so she

wouldn’t be able to jerk her arms and potentialy hurt her

shoulders or wrists.

He checked the cuff tightness again. Vicious had been

right about buying the extra-smal cuffs. The supply shop

had started carrying them not long after Vicious Grabbed

Halie. They were much more expensive but provided

such a good fit for Naya’s slim wrists.

Menace swept his fingertips along the exposed

undersides of her arms. She shivered and tried to

squeeze her knees together but ended up squeezing his

squeeze her knees together but ended up squeezing his

hips instead. He continued to tease and torment her with

ticklish caresses and featherlight kisses as he moved

down her body. The sight of her hard nipples and

deepening breaths told him al he needed to know.

Skimming his way down her body, Menace became

aware of the bright, fresh scent of the citrus soap he had

bought especialy for her. She had done more than just

brush her teeth in preparation for their morning tryst. He

found her actions a bit curious but wondered if this

wasn’t one of those slight cultural differences. He had

heard that the women from Calyx were incredibly

sensitive about cleanliness. Considering the attitudes

many of the men down there held toward women’s

bodies, it wasn’t surprising.

While he wouldn’t blink twice at making love to his

woman after a torrid night together, Naya clearly felt

more comfortable after tidying up a bit. He made a

mental note to start tomorrow morning by carrying her

into a steamy shower. Just the thought of getting his

soapy paws on her wet body made his bals ache.

But right now he had her bound to his bed, wiling and

ready. Menace grasped her ankles and latched the

second set of padded cuffs around them. He hooked one

second set of padded cuffs around them. He hooked one

end of a restraint to the ring dangling from the front of

each cuff. The other end of the restraint he attached to

connection spots on the headboard.

“How do you feel?” He inspected the ankle cuffs and

the restraint straps to ensure her legs weren’t bearing any

unnecessary weight.

“Vulnerable,” she admitted.

“Good.” He caressed her outer thigh. “Relax your

muscles, sweetheart. Let the restraints do the work.”

She inhaled slowly and closed her eyes. Menace sat

back on his heels and let his needy gaze rake her sexy

body. Trussed up in his restraints, she looked absolutely

delectable. Her wide-open thighs invited him to delve

between them and explore her slick, tight pussy. He

couldn’t wait to hear her moaning and panting and

shrieking his name. If ever there was an ego stroke, it

was the sound of his woman gripped in the throes of

passion.

“Menace?” She spoke softly and uncertainly. “What

happens now?”

“Now?” He let his fingertips trail along her inner thigh.

“Now we play.”

Naya gulped down her anxiety. There was no

mistaking the impish glint in Menace’s eyes. With her

wrists cuffed overhead and her legs in the air, no amount

of wiggling or jerking would set her free. His searing gaze

roamed her naked curves. He looked at her as if she

were the most perfect and beautiful woman in the whole

universe. No one had ever made her feel as craved and

needed as Menace.

When he swept his rough, caloused palm along her

skin, she shivered with desire. There was something

about his big, warm hands on her body that made her

lose control. His touch short-circuited the side of her

brain that demanded she be tough and brave and

dominant to the point of off-putting. There was a reason

men back in Connor’s Run weren’t beating down her

door. She came across as cold and aloof out of

necessity. Showing weakness was the quickest way to

becoming a victim in her neck of the woods.

But here with Menace, under his loving hands, she

was slowly learning to accept her submission to him as a

special kind of intimacy. She couldn’t imagine any other

man she would wilingly alow to master her. Those

man she would wilingly alow to master her. Those

honest green eyes showed no malice. Naya had always

prided herself on being able to read people. Only once

had she ever been truly fooled, but that instance was

complicated by her sisterly affection and her childish

belief that blood meant something.

Menace wasn’t Nattie. Oh sure, she’d only known

Menace for a day and yes, the mere sight of this feral

beast of a man made her clitoris tingle with some kind of

primitive need, but she believed with every fiber of her

being that at his core Menace was honest and loyal and

kind. Even though her heart raced and her gut clenched

with nervousness, she recognized that Menace wasn’t

going to harm her. He considered her a precious gift that

should be protected and cherished. Frankly the idea that

someone wanted to protect and provide for her was

more unsettling than being cuffed and bound to his bed.

“Menace,” she whispered as he skimmed his lips over

the swel of her breast.

“Naya,” he replied just as softly, his amusement

evident. A moment later he tugged her nipple between his

lips.

She moaned at the sharp sensation his mouth caused.

She moaned at the sharp sensation his mouth caused.

“The things you do to me…”

He chuckled against her breast. “You like them.”

“I do.” Admitting it aloud made her current

predicament seem even more surreal. Had she realy

asked him to do this? To tie her up and use her? Just a

taste of the sensual eroticism last night in the playroom

had been enough to whet her appetite for Menace’s

brand of loving. She had no doubt that he would make

good use of this opportunity to show her just how good

he could make her feel.

Menace kissed his way down the sloping plane of her

abdomen until he was between her thighs. Her lower

bely pitched when his lips grazed her mound. She held

her breath and silently wiled him to put his tongue on her

again. Already her clit throbbed incessantly. Menace had

awakened a wanton sexual creature within her. She had

gone from the girl who couldn’t come to the girl who

couldn’t
stop
coming.

“Ah!” Head thrown back, she curled her fingers

toward her palms. Menace had parted her silken flesh

with his fingertips. His tongue invaded her secret place,

dipping and swiping and driving her crazy. He flicked her

inflamed bud a few times but didn’t linger. His tongue

inflamed bud a few times but didn’t linger. His tongue

moved even lower and entered her pussy. “Oh!
Oh!
”

He groaned with excitement and thrust his tongue in

and out of her. The overwhelming sensation scared her a

little, but she couldn’t slam her thighs closed to force him

to stop. Not that she realy wanted him to stop. What

was it he’d said last night? Sometimes we say stop but

we realy mean go? Oh hel. This was one of those

moments.

Menace licked two fingers, moistening his skin, and

penetrated her carefuly. She bucked her hips and

welcomed the thick digits filing her. His tongue fluttered

across her clit as his fingers thrust deep and slow. Puling

at her bonds, Naya lifted her head and peered down at

him. The sight of that big, strong man between her thighs

sent her reeling over the edge.

Mine.
The word echoed in her mind as she climaxed.

Just as she belonged to him, he belonged to her.

Moaning and crying out, she rode the waves of ecstasy.

“Menace!”

He hummed against her clit and sucked the pink pearl

harder. Her hips popped off the mattress and she

shouted his name. His fingers curved inside her, the tips

of them rubbing that spot inside her pussy that made her

of them rubbing that spot inside her pussy that made her

toes curl. He went wild on her clit, sucking the smal bud

and roling his tongue across it until bliss burst inside her

again. “Menace! Yes!
Yes!
”

His leisurely licks brought her down from the heights

of ecstasy but she sensed he wasn’t done with her yet.

Limp with pleasure, she sagged against the bed.

Menace’s fingers slipped out of her. He drew a few

circles around her clit and then alowed his fingers to

glide down through her folds.

Her breath caught in her throat when his fingertips

moved even lower. She clenched her butt cheeks. “What

are you doing?”

“Stimulating your erogenous zones,” he said matter-of-

factly. “How does it feel?”

“Weird,” she said. Her eyes widened when his wet

fingertip circled the pucker hidden there. It stil felt weird

but it also felt…
good
? Naya licked her lips. The

forbidden nature of his fingertip touching such a taboo

place made her head pound.

“Your body is a treasure trove of erogenous zones.

Not just the obvious ones like this,” he said and licked

her clit a few times. His fingertip tapped her anus. “This is

her clit a few times. His fingertip tapped her anus. “This is

another erogenous zone. This area is packed with nerve

endings. You’l enjoy having it stimulated.”

He spoke with such certainty. Voice trembling, she

asked, “Stimulated how?”

“With my fingers, with toys,” he informed her.

“Someday maybe even with my cock.”

She gasped and shook her head. “No, Menace.

You’re too big. Way too big.”

“Easy, honey.” Menace lifted his head so she could

find his reassuring gaze. “You’re nowhere close to being

ready to penetrate that way. You may never be ready—

and that’s perfectly fine.” Kissing her thigh, he said, “But

let’s not throw it off the table completely. There’s no

reason we can’t explore it.”

She was reminded of her fear of the nipple clamps.

They’d been awfuly pinchy at first but had started to feel

really,
really
good once Menace touched her clit. He’d

been right about the clamps bringing her pleasure. Maybe

he was right about trying new things
down there
. He was

the sex expert in their relationship, after al.

“You have your safeword, Naya. Use it.”

“Now?” She glanced at him and frowned. “But I’m

not ready to use it.”

not ready to use it.”

“I’m going to touch you here.” His fingertip moved

between her cheeks again. “I’m going to use a smal plug

on you. If you don’t like it or if it hurts or if you just need

to stop because it’s overwhelming, you say
blue
.”

The reminder that she was in control helped her face