Hot for His Hostage (32 page)

Especially when he tucked his fingers inward.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

The word resounded through her senses as he glided over the soaked folds that begged
for him the most.

New rivers flowed up through her body as he openly bit at her shoulder. The stab extended
all the way to her sex, clenching toward his fingers. Needing more of him to fill
her up.

“What do you say, baby girl?”

“Ohhh…
Dios…
thank you, Sir.”

He pulled his fingers back out. Smacked her again with hard purpose. “And now?”

“Th-thank you, Sir.” It tumbled from her on a gasp as he drove his fingers back to
her intimate core—this time, twisting one up inside her. Two. She gasped and shifted.
Her body was more than ready, clenching on him as he drove up with fierce thrusts.
She began to grind deeper, reveling in his invasion, until he suddenly left, returning
to his rain of sharp fire over her backside.

“Again, baby girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The rhythm continued, a heated tease followed by an assault of hard pain, until Zoe
could barely tell the difference anymore. Shay yanked her back and forth between such
extremes of sensation that her mind shut down, turning her into a being only capable
of one purpose—to feel.

Through it all, she never disobeyed him. As commanded, she watched every moment through
her languid lashes. The effort became easier. She no longer recognized the woman in
the glass, anyway. She’d become a shameless slave, a naked offering to a dark god
who catapulted her body between pleasure and pain like his private plaything.

Her eyes widened a little at the most recent crack he gave her ass. The ring from
it seemed to bounce off the glass, ringing in her ears. Nevertheless, she forced the
words to her mouth again. “Th-thank you—”

“No,” Shay interjected. In the glass, she watched him run his hand down her spine,
before swirling it across the hot spheres at the bottom. He tightened his other arm
around her waist. “No more words, tiny dancer. Damn, I’m flying…and I know you are,
too.”

He dropped his head around to find her lips with his. Melded with her in a long kiss,
caressing her tongue like they’d never tasted each other before. And
mierda
, was he delicious. The tang of his beer, the salt of his sweat, and the musk of his
desire…it was ambrosia to her, and she sent a little mewl up her throat to beg him
for more. In Shay’s chest, a responding thunder rolled, though it never reached completion.
He tore back from her with a tormented snarl across his lips.

“Christ.” His breathing was labored. “I thought the domination would be enough, but
I can’t get enough of you.” He suckled at her chin, her neck, her shoulder blades
with hungry abandon. “I want to fuck you, baby girl, and not just with my fingers.”

Zoe felt her head rolling back and forth, as eager a nod as she could manage in the
middle of this perfect, needy haze. “
Sí…Sí…echemos un polvo salvaje…por favor…
”

Being able to let it all out like that just sent her mind on a wilder ride. She was
lost in his embrace, her body a horny mess, the fire across her ass now blending into
the tissues of her labia and making her pulse even more for the fullness of his cock.
She made the message clear by undulating her whole body, straining against her tethers,
forcing him to see the erect points of her nipples and the gleaming folds between
her thighs.

“Damn,” Shay grated. “You had me at
sí
, tiny dancer.”

She tossed a little grin back up at him. “
Sí
.”

His gaze seemed to darken—she couldn’t tell between the shadows of the room and the
haze of her arousal—before reaching into his jeans pocket and sliding out a glistening
new condom packet. “I’m glad Ghid stuck this into the jeans he brought for me.”

“Yaaayyy, Ghid.”

“And I’m going to be
really
glad to watch you use that beautiful mouth again.”

“Mmmm. Yes, Sir.”

She bit her lips and eyed the colorful foil, wondering how the man had discerned all
the deepest ways to fuck with her brain. Just looking at the thing, encased in his
long, strong fingers, sent a gallon of fresh arousal to the tissues between her legs.
It matched the speed of every neuron in her brain. What did he have planned for her?
How would he control her this time? Would he untie the ropes and send her back to
her knees…let her finally get him out of those jeans in the best way possible? Or
would he order her to open the packet with her teeth while he watched with those molten,
magical eyes?

He didn’t make her wait long to find out.

“Lick.” He nodded when she flashed a questioning stare. “You heard me, baby girl.
Lick the package as if it’s the surface of my cock. Every inch. Every ridge. While
I watch…and let imagination work its magic…”

His voice fell away into a raw diamond roughness, setting of a matching cascade through
Zoe’s blood as she extended her tongue in willing obedience. As Shay turned the packet
in front of her mouth to let her get both sides, she closed her eyes and joined him
in his fantasy, dreaming that she licked his true flesh, serving him in one of the
most special ways she could. In her vision, he teased her with his length, feeding
her an inch only to draw it back, then giving her a little more with his next press
in…

She moaned hard.

So did Shay.

Imagination really could work magic. The air in the room hovered on sexual tension,
swirling like dawn about to break, impatient in its last minutes of darkness. Zoe
smelled her sex on Shay’s fingers, and leaned forward a little to lick that from him,
too. When he hissed, pulling away the packet in order to slide his digits farther
into her mouth, the cloud across her senses thickened with more delicious heat. Existing
solely for his pleasure, the only object completing his passion…it was a dream she
didn’t even know she had. Now, this astonishment of a man granted it to her in the
very same moment.  

He was the Dom of all her fantasies…and more. The warrior of her fairy tales. The
miracle she’d abandoned hope of ever finding.

“Zoe…fuck…you’re so perfect.”

And the guy who knew how to hit every arousal button in her body with his illicit
words.

She accepted a third finger from him with a blissful sigh, opening herself for the
incessant rhythm he established, in and out with force that built in direct proportion
to the energy turning his whole body into a pulsing isotope of carnal need. She swayed
on the ropes from the heady spell of it, her womb tightening, her pussy shivering.
She almost wondered if she’d orgasm before he ever entered her.

Until he did enter her.

The violent thrust was a complete surprise. Time had been weirdly morphed. She didn’t
remember him freeing himself or even sliding the condom on but there was no doubt
about the mass of flesh filling her now. His invasion hurt at first, a fact that was
likely never going to change, but after Zoe pulled in a breath and welcomed him into
her walls, the pain became the best kind of ache her body had ever known.

He pulled his fingers from her lips in order to seize her left hip. His other hand
already dug into the right side, forming a double strut that gave him complete command
of her body. He sure as hell used it, pulling her back in forceful jolts as he lunged
up. His lusting growl matched the harsh coil of his thigh muscles, making her realize
he’d somehow shucked his pants, too.

She dragged her eyes open to gaze at their reflection now. Shay’s arms bulged out
of his T-shirt as he controlled her, bent and flexed anew with every slam of their
bodies. His legs were ropes of solid muscle, bent to accommodate their height difference
but balanced by her weight as their passion escalated, fast and frantic and feral,
into an animal-style fuck. In every flex of his tendons and drive of his body, one
truth blared for Zoe, brighter than the dawn that was about to crest for them both.

He needed this. Needed her.

Making her wish the sunrise would never come.

Her body, the traitorous bitch, had a thoroughly different desire. Every time Shay
drove into her, he took another shred of her restraint against the sweet, sharp pressure
in her body…the rays of her sun just beyond the silhouettes of the night. His flesh
was everywhere, buried so deep inside her that the sack at his base tapped an enticing
rhythm against some of her most sensitive tissues. She sobbed against the encroachment.
Wasn’t heaven supposed to last forever? And couldn’t heaven be just as beautiful in
the darkness as the light?

Shay increased his tempo. Grunted harder as his cock swelled bigger.

“Oh, Zoe. Sweet baby girl,” he growled. “Here it comes. Here it comes.”

No. No.

Yes, Yes
.

The sun burst over them both, brilliant and blinding as the hugest star in the sky.
Certainly that was what he’d transformed her into, a consideration that made Zoe smile
as her limbs transformed to light, her mind became a cosmos, and her heart flew into
a sky that glowed forever, bright and blue and warm…so wonderful and warm…

No. No
.

She heard the words fall from her lips out loud as Shay slipped her wrists free from
their bonds and caught her limp body against his. “Ssshhh.” It was a murmur and order
in one, vibrating from his mouth into her forehead as he scooped her up and carried
her to the bed.

She protested again as he placed her beneath the sheets. “It’s c-c-cold,” she managed,
beginning to shiver.

“I know,” he said, climbing in next to her. “Come.”

Like he had to bother with that one. Zoe fitted herself to the crook of his arm in
seconds, sighing in bliss as he raised his hand, so big and warm, to stroke the length
of her back.

“Air conditioning,” she mumbled, suddenly swept by exhaustion. “Damn force of nature.”

Shay’s answer came with the first smile she’d heard in his voice since he returned.
“Force of nature? I think that’s you, my little hostage…not the air ducts.”

* * * * *

“
Mierda
.”

She whispered the word before even looking for the clock.

They’d both fallen asleep fast and obviously slept like a pair of corpses, because
sunlight bathed the room now. Judging by the heatwaves pulsing on the outside of the
glass, it had to be close to the middle of the day.

Laughter from the living room caught her attention. It sounded like Ryder—and Dan
Colton, the CIA agent. Music, sweeping and dramatic, was a backing soundtrack, interrupted
by a bunch of video game explosions. Well,
there
was an interesting friendship in the making.

She snuggled a little closer to Shay, breathing in the perfect smell of him. The cotton
of his T-shirt. The natural pine of his skin. The lingering spice from their sex.
As she rubbed her foot along the inside of his calf, the scent was stirred a little—and
instantly awakened all the juices in her body that mattered the most. A smile bloomed
on her lips. She’d never really gotten to wrap her mouth around him last night. Maybe
now was the ideal opportunity…

“Hey.” Shay’s sleepy mutter tilted her gaze up. “Good morning—errr, afternoon?”

Zoe laughed. “I guess we were tired.”

He hooked an arm behind his head, angling his gaze a little better at her. “How long
have you been awake?”

“Just a couple of minutes.” She curled an impish grin. “Don’t worry. I kept busy.”

That made his gaze narrow before he drawled, “Doing what?”

“Hmmm. Well, smelling you, for one thing.”

“What?” He glared like she’d just admitted to being the mastermind behind Rickrolling.
“Smelling me? Why?”

“
Ay
.” She threw back a mock scowl. “Because I couldn’t before now, all right?”

“I stink.”

“Not as bad as Ryder’s cat.” She rolled her eyes. “He thought I was pining for you.
He got really worried, so he lent Fluffy to me.”

“Did he really named his cat Fluffy?”

“He rescued it. And he was drunk.”

During the explanation, Shay took a tentative whiff at his armpit. And grimaced. “Shit.
That does it. No more smelling until I’m out of the shower.”

Before Zoe could object, he lurched out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. While
the shower started, she got up and lowered the blinds on one side of the room. She
wasn’t able to do anything with the other side, since she couldn’t reach high enough
to release the linen ropes from last night. In a way, she was glad for that. Gazing
at the ropes made her long for the night again already.

She walked over and wrapped a hand around the soft white length, pulling the rope
taut while gliding her fingers down until she got to the aperture her wrist had fit
through. Simply connecting to the rope like this beaded her nipples, sent demanding
pulses to her pussy, and made her excruciatingly aware of her harsh sighs on the air.

She needed Shay again.