Handcuffed by Her Hero (23 page)

He poured the bronze heat of his
stare over her again. The force of his scrutiny zapped lightning down the
middle of her body, bursting into a million shards of heat in the middle of her
clit. She shook from the impact, erupting with a whimper of restless need.

Zeke answered with a hard, heavy breath.
“Change in the mission plan, honey.  I’m not going to make it to the bed, and something
tells me you won’t, either.” As he took her mouth again, he spun her around and
wrenched her close, forcing the juncture of her hips against the pulsing ridge
between his own.

“Fuck.” He rasped it into the
inches between their lips as they pulled apart. “You even taste different now.”
He suckled again at her bottom lip. “Your surrender has turned your mouth to
pure honey. So sweet…” He licked it from corner to corner. “So goddamn
delicious.”

As he swooped his tongue inside
once more, he dropped to his knees in front of the couch, making her sit on it
in front of him. His words made her aware of how
he
tasted, a
combination of wind, spice, and lust that captured her senses so completely, she
didn’t realize he’d slipped a length of soft rope behind her back. Cognizance
came when he looped the ends around her wrists, deftly cinching them back to
lock against her hip bones. Her new position thrust her torso directly at
him—which, judging from the carnal caramel streaks appearing in his eyes, wasn’t
a damn bit by accident.

He added confirmation to that by
dipping his mouth to one of her hard, jutting peaks. She watched him from
beneath heavy lids as he used the flat of his tongue in a sensual figure eight
around the tingling nipple. When it was hard as a piece of strawberry candy, he
bit into the engorged tip.

“Ohhh!” Her head fell back,
rolling her eyeballs the same direction. The stab radiated through her breast
and tripled her heartbeat.

“You feel different, too,
subbie.” He murmured it while skimming his mouth to her other breast. “You’re
hard for me in all the right places. Like here,” –he tugged on her nipple with
relentless pressure— “and here…”

While she struggled to process
the sensations from his mouth and refocus her vision, he slipped a hand down
once more. With the ease of a sniper’s heat laser, he found the most sensitive
places in the valley of her sex, rolling his thumb against them with
tantalizing assurance.

“Shit!” She lurched forward,
needing to clutch him, claw him, make him feel every tremble he induced and
shudder he inspired. When her arms caught against her bonds, she groaned in
frustration.

Zeke went on like she’d barely sneezed.
“You smell so fucking amazing, too. Submission’s turned your pussy into a
little garden of lust, hasn’t it?” He trailed his fingers deeper, tracing them
along the edges of her vagina. “Open your legs, bird. Open them wide for me,
and let me smell how much you want me.”

She moaned again. “Untie me
first,” she blurted. “Please…Sir. I need to hold you. To show you—”

“I know what you need to show
me.” He lifted his gaze, full of such burnished, beautiful depths, and locked
it into hers. “But we’re playing by my terms right now, not yours.” He trailed
tender kisses atop her thighs, along the fringes of her pubic hair. “Open up,
honey. Spread wide for me.”

She used his face as her anchor.
Borrowing the strength that defined every inch of his bold features, she
compelled her knees to move outward. The motion caused her bruised ass to brush
the couch’s smooth leather, radiating heat through every layer of her sex until
it ignited even the deepest caverns of her womb. She took a huge breath as Zeke
did. As he exhaled, his eyes slowly closed. His thumb pressed harder against
her clit.

“That’s the best perfume you
could ever wear for me.” He snaked his finger up to her lips and stroked his
thumb along the ridge of her upper lip. “Smell that, subbie. Breathe in how
beautiful your cunt is to me.” He followed the tangy line he’d painted with the
tip of his tongue. “You’re so hot. So wet. Like a peach cream tart, thick with
need for me.”

“Yes.” The end of the word was
lost to a sigh as she stretched out her tongue to meet his. Her taste buds were
filled with his rich, virile taste, mingled with the fruit of her most intimate
essence. The flavors instantly made her ache to taste him in other ways, and
she squirmed against her bonds again in an effort to break free so she could
touch him, hold him, suck him.

That wasn’t going to happen
anytime soon.

With an impatient snarl, Z
grabbed her thighs, which had gone to aroused paralysis beneath his assault.
With one vicious shove, he splayed her all the way open for him. In another
sweep, he roped both hands around her buttocks and pulled. Her breasts slammed
against the wall of his chest. Her crotch hit the enormous bulge in his. A gasp
fell from her. A groan fell from Z. He cut both of them short by spearing his
tongue inside her mouth, claiming her with primeval fury.

By the time he tore free from her
mouth, he’d already grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard. Rayna’s
shriek erupted into the thick, dark air of the room.

“Again.” He growled it before
taking the column of her neck in an open, feral bite, making her cry out again.
“Scream for me again, little bird. Higher. Louder.” He wrenched his mouth to
the other side of her neck and dug his teeth in harder.

“Shhiiit!” Rayna yelled. “Oh,
Zeke! Please!”

“What?” he snapped.

“Sir!” she revised. “Please. Oh
God—this is—I need to—ahhhh!” He dissolved her into another high eruption by
sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

“What?” His mouth was back at her
throat, demanding it against her sweat-slick skin. “Tell me what you need,
subbie.”

“I—I—set me free.
Please.
I need to touch you. To feel you.”

His hair scraped her neck as he
shook his head. “Uh-uh. Not your job. Not right now.”

“But—”

“
Let it go
, Rayna.” His guttural
command came with another harsh yank in her hair. Her face was now a vertical
plane over which he loomed, cutting at her brows, her nose, and her cheeks with
jabs of his teeth until he came to her lips again. “
You
are
mine
to touch right now,” he said against her mouth. “Your beauty is mine to
worship. Your mind is mine to inhabit. Your body is mine to use.” He took her
in a biting kiss before commanding, “Now tell me you understand.”

She drew in a stuttering breath.
It was a perfect emulation of the tatters of her control. “I—I understand.”

Shadows moved across his face as
the storm turned into a squall. Wind whipped at the windows. His gaze,
darkening to russet, swept over her entire form. His lips parted to reveal his
clenched teeth.

“Now beg me to take you.”

As thunder shook the world,
desire burned up her veins. “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me, Sir.”

He slipped his hands from her
head to the band of his shorts. “Beg me to fuck you.”

She swallowed. “Fuck me. Please.”

With a feral grunt, he pulled his
cock free. It burned at her pussy in seconds, the hot, moist tip sliding into
her tissues, seeking her welcoming entrance.

“Damn,” he gritted. He leaned
back for a second to scoop a foil packet off the floor. Inside five seconds,
he’d torn it open with his teeth. In another five, he slammed the condom over
his full, thick shaft. Rayna couldn’t help staring at his hard glory. She dug
an anticipating bite into her lip.

Zeke grunted. “You keep looking
at me like that, bird, and I’m going to explode right here.”

She took a chance on a sultry
grin. “I’m a naughty girl, remember? Isn’t this part of the job description?”

His dark brows ticked. “Making
your Sir come in his condom instead of your sweet body?” He clawed all ten
fingernails into the welts he’d left on her ass. “Oh, you
do
want a
punishment, don’t you?”

She gasped as he used his grip to
grind her clit up and down his hot, huge erection. She lost the ability to
think, much less maintain the smirk. Her body clenched, teetering on a wire
between sanity and sensation. His words now made sense.
You’re already
halfway over.
She understood now, because she’d tumbled more than halfway.
The beautiful, black abyss in her senses was now a pull she couldn’t fight. And
didn’t want to.

“I only want what you do.”

His nostrils flared. His stare
turned to impenetrable shadow. He pulled back his hips. When he rolled them
back on a single lunge, he filled her vagina with his cock.

“This,” he rasped. “I want this.
It’s all I’ve been thinking about for two days. All I’ve been craving since the
moment my cock left you before.”

A fresh burst of tears pooled in
her eyes. “Me, too,” she said. “Oh, yes…me, too.”

A look mixed of pain and joy
creased his features. “You’re so beautiful,” he uttered. “So goddamn
perfect…bound for me like this, open for me like this, taking every inch of my
dick like this.”

“Yes,” Rayna whispered. “All of
it, Sir. Please.”

He rammed his lips over hers
again before ordering, “Beg me for it again. Plead with me to shatter you.”

“Yes,” Rayna responded. “Yes.
Make me come with your cock!”

His jaw hardened to dark stone.
He curled his fingers into her hips, gripping her with inescapable force. He
handled her like a toy for his pure carnal pleasure and she gave herself over
to the joy of being just that, her breath escaping her on harsh gasps in time
to every brutal crash of their bodies. With every thrust, his cock seemed to
grow. His flesh shoved at hers, forcing her to accommodate him, giving her no
quarter for comfort or ease. He took. She gave. Then he gave so much back to
her. Fire. Friction. Tightness. Tension. Heat that built and grew, pulsed and
pounded…

And released.

“Oh!” She cried it in pure shock.
The orgasm overtook her from the inside out, radiating in a shockwave that
really rendered her limbs to the consistency of a yarn doll. “Oh, my God. What
the
hell
?”

Zeke bent his head to kiss her
hard. “Let it come, little bird.” His voice was husky and thick. “Fuck. That
feels so good. Let it come, because when you do, I’m going to burst deep and
hard inside you.”

“Zeke!” His nasty words worked
their magic. A second climax claimed her, more intense than the first. It
ripped her mind free from what remained of its moorings, sending her over into
the abyss of surrender. She was lost in an ocean of raw sensation, overcome by
pure white heat as Z poured his cum into her a moment later on his own long,
roaring groan.

She was washed in new beauty
again—but this time there was no analyzing the flood let alone controlling it.
The tears poured, untamed and unabated, as a blend of sorrow and elation tore
back so many shackles in her heart.

She wanted him inside her
forever.

But all too soon, he slipped
away.

She mewled in protest as he
pulled out. With an efficient swipe, Z pulled off the condom. She didn’t know
where he put it, only grateful that he barely budged from her side as he did.
With equal efficacy, he released her arms from the rope then stroked both of
them, his gaze scanning every inch of skin where he’d cinched it around her.
Apparently satisfied she was all right, at least in a general physical sense,
he gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bed. Once she was there, he
laid her carefully on her side before climbing in behind her.

The feel of his huge body did
nothing to stop the flood now bursting from her senses. She dragged in air,
hoping to calm the storm down, but her ragged breaths were just a blatant
reminder of how thoroughly he’d turned her inside out.

What the hell had just happened?

Would she ever be the same again?

Would
they
?

“Ssshh.” Z issued it into the
hair he’d started to finger comb off her face. His tone was deep and resonant,
as if he’d just read her damn mind. “Let it all come, bird. Let it all out. I’m
not going anywhere.”

She twisted to face him. With a
watery smirk, she asked, “Is that an order, Sir?”

His answering chuckle made his
whole face go warm and sexy. “Sure as fuck is.”

She laughed, too, which provided
the tears with another escape hatch. Zeke rolled her over, gathered her close,
and stroked her hair as she choked her way through another sob fest.

“I’m sorry,” she finally blubbered.

“I’m not,” Z murmured back.

“I don’t understand all this.”

He lifted her chin with a finger.
When she looked into his eyes, the passion that had darkened them swirled with rich
caramel hues. “I do.” He gave her a fast kiss. “And it’s probably the best gift
you’ve ever given me.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Better
than the Yoda T-shirt I found for your birthday?”

He broke into a grin. “Yeah. Even
better than that.”

“Explain?” She tilted her head.

“Later.” Anchoring the back of
her head with his hand, he tucked her against his chest again. “Rest. I’m going
to get up in a few and find some cream for your ass. Then you’ll sleep.
A
lot.
Then we can talk.”