HIGHER (The Indigo Lounge Series) (15 page)

“What other delights have you got
hiding in that chair?”

His gaze never wavered from her
face. “Everything your naughty little heart desires, I’m sure.”

It took almost superhuman
strength to free herself from him long enough to walk to the chair.

After examining it for a few
minutes to see how it worked she pressed a button. A deep drawer sprang free. A
saucy smile curled her lips as she drew out the black rope.

She turned and walked back up
onto the platform. Deep excitement leapt within and she was gratified to see it
echoed in his eyes.

“You tied me to a cross. I’m
tying you to a pole. Fair’s fair, Zach.”

Chapter Eighteen

His throat moved on a powerful
swallow, his neck taut with pent-up emotion. “You wanna tie me up again,
Peaches?”

She had a lot more in mind. So
much that the thoughts made her blush but she held her nerve. “Yes.”

One shoulder lifted. “If it makes
you happy, I’m okay with that,” he croaked.

She had a feeling Zach would be
okay with anything that involved her body and the promise of mindless sex. She
tried not to let the thought that this was all it would ever be, wreck the
moment. She held onto what had transpired in the bathroom this morning as a
beacon of hope.

Zach was working on making things
right. She could give them both this while that happened.

And who knew, perhaps sex, like
food for some men, was the way to Zach’s heart.

“You’re thinking too hard,
Bethany. Should I be terrified?” That note of anxiety was back.

Another thing she found
intriguing; that a man as powerful and influential as Zach would be anxious
about her reactions.

She strode toward him and stopped
as the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. His inhalation was gratifyingly
jagged. “It’ll be good, I promise.”

Flames leapt in his grey eyes,
turning them mesmerizing gunmetal. “I know it will. But after this, the bondage
swings your way again.”

The hot little shiver went
through her as she recalled being tied up on Zach’s cross. The raw, chaotic
emotions that had triggered her surrender still had the power to knock the
breath out of her lungs.

But then she recalled his
reaction when she said she loved him and her shiver turned cold. She may have
been too quick to offer it, but he’d still rejected her love. No matter how she
sliced it, it hurt to think about it.

“Baby?” He started to reach for
her.

She pulled away quickly and
stepped behind him before he could change his mind and grab her. His head
followed her movement but he remained in place, even sliding his hands behind
his hips to give her access.

Binding his hands took more
expertise than she’d anticipated. And her hands shook as she contemplated what
she was doing.

Less than a month ago, she’d
lived in a vanilla world that most people were content to bask in. Now here she
was, tying up one of the world’s most powerful men in an elaborate knot that
made the tiny dominatrix in her roar.

When she was satisfied he
wouldn’t get away, she glided her hands up his powerful bicep and gloried in
the rippling of his muscles.

“I love the way you react to my
touch,” she confessed before she could stop herself.

His chest expanded on a breath.
“That’s because you own me, Peaches.”

The pain that lurked sharpened.
“I own you
sexually
.”

He shook his head. “You own
everything
. I may be too terrified to
bare myself completely to you but believe that you own me. I’m not going
anywhere in this lifetime.”

Her hands reached his shoulders
and curved over his nape. His pulse beat strong and rapid at his throat,
vitality surging beneath his skin as he breathed through his mouth.

Slowly she walked round until she
faced him. The lights gleamed over his jet-black hair, face and sculpted chest.
With his legs planted wide, he looked like a proud, chiseled statue come to
life.

Her heart tripped over. “You
really are magnificent, Zach.”

A corner of his mouth lifted.
“No, baby. You are. Inside and out. Tell me you won’t give up on me.” The
abrupt stark need for reassurance burned his eyes.

She rested her hand on his
stomach and felt his hard muscles quiver. “No, Zach. I won’t make a promise I
may not be able to keep. What happens to us from here on in is up to you. You
let me in a little this morning. I’m still here. I don’t scare as easily as you
seem to convince yourself I do. But I’m willing to give you a little time to
believe you can trust me.”

He gave a single, grateful nod.

“And in the meantime…” she let
her voice trail off.

“Yes?”

Her hand slid lower to the
opening in his trousers. Working her way in, she grasped his thickness in her
hand and pulled him free. A drop of pre-cum glistened at his wide crown. The
sight of it made her mouth water.

God, he was so beautiful.

“Are you going to suck me off,
Peaches?”

“Hmm, you’re so hard and
gorgeous; it’d be a shame not to.” She fisted him harder, felt him jerk within
her hold.

“Jesus…kiss me, please,” he
pleaded, his lips parting to draw in breath as his eyes devoured her mouth.

She leaned up and kissed him, hot
and deep. His tongue immediately slid into her mouth, her dominant, virile man
unable to accede control even when he was tied up. They kissed until her mouth
felt raw and swollen. Then they kissed some more.

When she found the strength to
pull away, her insides shook with trying to grapple with how emotionally
charged just kissing him made her.

Stepping back, she shakily tugged
her panties down. And them, simply because she didn’t want to cause any
unwitting damage, she stepped out of her heels. On her bare feet, she padded,
naked back to him.

Zach watched her with hungry,
desperate eyes. Slowly sinking onto her knees, she tugged down his pants and
boxers and freed him from his clothes and shoes.

Gloriously naked and all hers.
She trailed her nail up his inner thighs and smiled at his pained groan.
Cupping his balls, she squeezed and watched his stomach clench hard. With one
hand, she traced a vein that arrowed down into his groin. Then going one
better, she licked her way down until her chin brushed his cock.

“Suck me, baby. God, please blow
me.”

His plea was well-timed because
she was equally desperate for him.

Settling herself on her knees,
she opened her mouth and licked the underside of his broad head. Salty and hot,
he tasted glorious.

“Open wider,” he groaned. Wetting
her lips, she complied. He guided himself in, ramming home at the last moment
with a muted roar. She barely managed to control her gag before he was coming
back at her.

Clawing back her dwindling
control, she gripped the base of his cock and sucked him long and hard.

“Oh, Christ. I love your mouth.
So fucking perfect. More, baby. Please.”

She gave him more, until he
coated her tongue with more pre-cum. Then reluctantly, she pulled back and
rose.

The slick heat between her legs
should’ve shamed her but she was long past shame when it came to Zach.

As if he knew exactly his effect
on her, his gaze dropped to where she ached most. “Are you wet, Peaches?”

Biting her lip, she nodded. “So
wet.”

His nostrils flared. “I want to
taste. Untie me.”

She shook her head. He groaned
and his biceps clenched.

Stepping forward she gripped his
shoulders. “Don’t fret, Tiger. I have an idea.”

His brow quirked. “Tiger?”

She laughed, leaned close to his
ear and whispered. “I’m going to climb you like a tree and let you eat me. Then
I’m going to climb back down and take your beautiful thick cock deep inside
me.”

His mouth dropped open and his
eyes darkened to near black, his breathing heavy. He gave a slight shake of his
head and stared down at her.

“Is that a
no
, Zach?”

His biceps strained along with
his cock. Tendons stood out in his neck as he growled, “It’s a
hell yes
.” He lowered his body and bent
his knees. “Whatever you need, baby. Take it.” Dark anticipation throbbed in
his voice.

Gripping his shoulders tighter,
she stepped up onto his strong thighs. He made a rough sound of encouragement
and gazed up at her. Letting go of him she grabbed the pole, rose higher and
hooked one knee over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Peaches. You’re so wet, so
fucking ready for me.” He licked his lips and groaned as she hooked her other
knee over him.

From her elevated position, she looked
down and began to tremble.

His face was bare inches from her
core. She watched as his lips puckered and he blew a cool breath on her clit.

Her body jerked. His head reared
back and dark eyes speared hers in warning.

“I’m tied up so I won’t be able
to catch you if you fall. So. Do. Not. Fucking. Fall. Understand?”

She nodded shakily.

“I’m gonna blow on you again. Can
you take it?” he demanded.

She tightened her grip on the
pole until her fingers ached and trembled. “Yes.”

His gaze left hers, drifted down
her body to her wet core once again. Gently, he blew. She gasped as her body
vibrated with insane pleasure.

Lowering his mouth further, he
placed a soft kiss on her core. He was testing her reaction but she was
desperate for him. “More.”

He opened his mouth wider and his
tongue flicked against her clit. Her insides clenched greedily with
anticipation. He flicked that wicked tongue again, his eyes keenly watching her
reaction.

When he was satisfied she wasn’t
about to let go, he deepened the kiss, starting a steady, heady rhythm that
fractured her thoughts.

Bethany rolled her hips closer to
that sweet torture, her body a vessel of pure sensation that lived for the
chaos Zach was creating between her legs.

He feasted on her like a
voracious predator and she loved it.

She loved him.

Accepting that had grown a little
easier. But the realization that she couldn’t live without this man - that she
might have to live with never knowing him inside and out as he seemed to know
her, grew with each second he possessed her with his tongue until it consumed
her.

Would she be able to live with
that?

She shuddered and pain and
pleasure darted up her spine. Tears stung her eyes and she squeezed them shut,
unable to process the torrent of emotions rushing through her.

His teeth grazed her clit and she
screamed. He sucked her fold deep into his mouth, then impaled her on his stiff
tongue.

“Oh. Oh!” Bliss roared through
her as she came, hard and fast.

His deep groan echoed through her
as he lapped her up. Several minutes later, he pulled away after one last
lingering kiss. “Slide down and take me, baby. I’m dying for you.”

Trembling from head to toe, she
eased her legs down and released her grip on the pole. Straddling his hips, she
clutched his shoulders, very much aware of that focused gaze on her face. She
kissed him, tasted her essence on his lips and lost even more of her mind. She
was so lost in the kiss, she didn’t realize she was no longer in control until
he surged upward, hard and fast inside her.

“Ah!” Pleasure cannoned through
her and she buried her face in his throat as he filled her, stretched her to
breaking point and held himself deep inside her.

“Fuck. So incredible, baby. God.”
He surged up another unbelievable inch until pleasure caressed pain. Her
fingernails dug into his flesh as she struggled to hang on.

From then on, the world ceased to
make sense. Only pure bliss ruled. Despite being tied up, Zach fucked her like
she was his captive, his thrusts relentless and deep to deliver the ultimate pleasure.

She closed her eyes as sensation
rode her hard, tearing a sob from her throat as her orgasm gathered speed,
rushed toward her with unstoppable force. “I can’t…oh God, Zach.”

His head jerked toward her, the
one thing he couldn’t achieve - propelling her gaze to his - making his voice
rough. “Baby, look at me.”

She buried her face deeper, and
bit his neck where his pulse pounded. A primitive roar ripped through the room.

“Bethany!”

She bit him harder and felt him
swell even larger inside her. God, was there no end to this man’s pleasure
stream? She was thankful that he was so hot for her, that everything they did
seemed to turn him on harder.

She arched her back so his
thrusts hit her at a different angle. It must have done something incredible to
him too because he groaned, long and deep.

“Christ, you’re shredding me. I
can’t hold on much longer, baby. Are you close?” he grated out roughly.

“Yes! Please...I…can’t bear it.”

“Yes, you can!” He slid lower
down the pole, so she was more seated on him, so he could drive even deeper.

She began to spasm around him.

“Tell me you love me, Bethany,”
he demanded, his voice ragged and raw.

Drowning with polarizing
sensations of pain and pleasure, heartache and joy, she desperately shook her
head. Feeling him about to punish her for her denial, she ground her hips into
his rock hard cock.

She screamed and came in
shameless abandon.

His dark roar of pleasure
followed a minute later, triggering a longer climax for her. He panted, his
teeth bared against her cheek as she milked him dry.

With shaky hands, she reached
behind him and untied his hands.

Strong arms banded around her
immediately, holding her so tight she couldn’t breathe.

“You will tell me.”

“Yes, I will. When the time is
right.”

But would she ever hear it back?