Love Unbound (3 page)

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Even though he hadn’t penetrated her, not
even with his fingers, her orgasm had left her shaken. Cat’s legs
felt wobbly and she wanted to turn to him. She wanted to hold him,
have him hold her. She turned her head toward him, started to open
her eyes and caught a glimpse of a familiar jaw and an unfamiliar
black leather mask.

“Eyes closed, kitten. Here, this will help.”
Before she could protest, he tied a red silk scarf over her eyes.
“Take my hand.”

A big leather gloved hand captured hers and
started to tug her forward. Being blindfolded made her very aware
of her surroundings. She smelled the unfamiliar scent of him mixed
with her own arousal and felt the worn carpet, cold and smooth
under her bare feet. He led her a few more feet and then helped her
sit on the bed.

“Do you trust me?”

She was nervous again. Everything he’d done
from getting her to strip for him and touch herself to him touching
her wearing gloves instead of barehanded kept her off-balance. She
felt vulnerable and exposed, but she also knew in her core, that he
wouldn’t hurt her. She nodded.

“Yes.”

“Good. I’m only going to do things that will
enable you to feel greater depths of pleasure.” It sounded like
he’d memorized his lines, and she smiled.

“If it becomes more than you can bear, you’re
safe word is yellow. I’m not going to stop if you say no or don’t
or stop, but if you say yellow, everything ends. Yellow is your
911. Do you understand?”

Good God, what was he planning to do to her?
Her smile faded, but she nodded. “I understand.”

“All right.” His hand was back without the
glove this time, reassuring her and stroking her face with a
familiar tenderness. “Now scoot back.”

He guided her so she sat in what must be the
middle of the bed. She felt his weight on the bed beside her and
then his mouth hot and wet on her nipple. The contrast between the
cool air and the heat of his mouth felt amazing. When he suckled
her, her back bowed, thrusting her breasts toward him. She wanted
to touch him, to reach out and clasp his head in her hands, but she
needed both arms to stay propped on the bed.

He gave a hard almost painful tug, pulling
her tender flesh across his teeth, and she gasped as heat shot
straight to her still sensitive clit. Squirming, she rubbed her
thighs together and felt her own slick arousal. God, this was
crazy. He’d barely touched her, and she felt like she was on
fire.

She and Owen had played around with
blindfolding each other early in their relationship. It had been
playful and a little silly. They’d dripped chocolate syrup on each
other and teased each other with ice cubes, but neither of them had
really taken control.

This was an entirely different
experience.

This time she was completely on edge, her
uncertainty adding to her excitement. Not being able to see focused
all her attention on her other senses and most immediately on the
feel of his mouth on her nipple. He released her with a soft pop,
and she whimpered as she felt him pull away.

“No, not quite red enough.” He sounded
detached, like he was looking at paint chips.

She wanted to yank off the blindfold and
demand that he finish what he started, push him back and make him
fuck her.

“Let’s try the other one.” His mouth was
back, hot and hungry on her neglected nipple, and her breath caught
in her throat. He suckled harder this time, molding her nipple with
his tongue and pulling her deep into his mouth.

“Oh God, too much. It’s too much.” She cried
out. She couldn’t help it. It hurt but she couldn’t stand it if he
stopped. Her breast tingled and ached, and with each rhythmic pull
he forged a tighter link between her nipple and her clit.

She squirmed and wriggled not sure if she was
trying to get closer or pull away. Just as she thought she couldn’t
take any more, he gave a long hard tug with his lips and tongue and
released her.

“Much better. Let’s check.” She felt
something cold and wet touch the tip of her nipple and she
flinched. “Hold still, kitten.” He painted her nipple with the cool
wet thing, tracing circles around her tortured areola and soothing
her heated flesh. “Perfect. Cherry red.” He removed the wet thing –
half a cherry? – and replaced it with his mouth, this time soft and
tender and completely undemanding. He licked with his tongue flat,
tasting her flesh thoroughly before flicking the tip of her nipple
and withdrawing.

“Open your mouth.”

Cat let her lips part softly, uncertainty and
anticipation warring inside her, and tasted the sweet tart taste of
cherry warm from her body.

“That’s what you taste like to me.
Delicious.” His words sent a ripple of desire through her and she
shuddered. She was so turned on, even sitting with her legs curled
under her, she could feel her own slick arousal on her inner
thighs. “Let’s make them match.”

His mouth clamped down on the first nipple
he’d sucked, and he pulled hard, suckling her deep and drawing her
sensitive flesh across his teeth. It hurt, but even as she cried
out, she felt herself getting wetter. He used his tongue, stroking
the underside of her nipple and molding it to his mouth. He suckled
her deep with a pulsing, steady rhythm. The feeling was so intense
she thought she’d fly apart, fracture with the pleasure and pain of
it. She grasped at him with one hand while she tried to stay
balanced on the bed.

“No touching,” he said, pulling away.

Her nipple, wet and aching from his mouth,
tightened in the cool air and under the ministrations of what felt
like another piece of cherry.

He tasted her again, licking her like she was
candy before popping the other half of the cherry into her mouth.
The tart, sweet taste flooded her mouth, making it water, and she
fought a shudder.

“You’re cold.” He traced the tip of her
nipple pebbled tight in the cool air. “Here.” She felt him shift
and then drape a soft warm blanket over her shoulders. “Move your
legs so you’re sitting Indian style. I want to see your pretty
pussy while I feed you.”

With her legs open there’d be no way to hide
her arousal. It shouldn’t bother her; he’d seen it all before. But
it did. His words shocked her almost as much as the idea did. It
was so out of character for her studious husband.

She struggled to comply, clutching the
blanket to her as she shifted her legs. She kept the blanket draped
over her lap, but she wasn’t surprised when she heard him tsk and
felt a tug on the blanket. She hadn’t expected him to let her stay
covered.

“Leave it open in the front.” He tugged the
blanket to the outside of her breasts, leaving her completely
exposed. “I want to see those delicious red nipples and this.” His
finger slid along her wet slit in one firm stroke from her opening
to her throbbing clit.

Even sitting, her hips tipped toward his
touch, and she groaned when he withdrew, the bed shifting as he
moved away from her. She felt so naked and the cool air teasing her
wet lips heightened the exposed feeling. She heard footsteps and
then rustling.

What the hell was he doing?

She clutched at the blanket to help her stay
still, fighting to keep from covering her tight nipples and exposed
sex.

“Good, kitten.” The bed sagged under his
weight. “Now open wide.”

Something cold and wet touched her chin. She
froze. They’d seen 9 ½ Weeks, and both she and Owen had laughed at
the hot pepper scene. She didn’t want to part her lips without
knowing what was coming. She thought about opening her mouth to ask
him what it was, but she was afraid he’d seize the opportunity to
put what she was now sure was a whole jalapeño in her mouth.
Instead she waited to see what he’d do.

The snap and sting of leather hitting the tip
of her exposed nipple came out of nowhere. She yelped and scrambled
back on the bed.

~~~~~

Crap. Crap. Crap.

He’d been looking for an excuse to use the
crop. He couldn’t get into all the BDSM punishment stuff, but it
was a part of everything he’d read. He had to come up with
something and he needed a way to get Cat out of her head. The crop
seemed like a good solution, and he figured he’d only have to do it
once. But he never meant to hurt her.

His practice had paid off. He’d landed the
blow right on the tip of her nipple exactly where he’d wanted, but
he hadn’t expected such a violent reaction from her. That was
stupid; of course she reacted. He’d hit her nipple. Christ.

If he apologized or fussed over her, he’d
ruin what he’d been trying to set up. He was sure it stung, but
he’d practiced on his own skin to be sure he could do it without
really hurting her. He hadn’t practiced on his dick. Christ.

He’d been so pleased with himself when he’d
come up with the Cat to kitten thing. He’d been looking for a pet
name to use when they played like this, and kitten seemed endearing
and clever. He hadn’t expected it to be so appropriate.

Watching her back up on the bed while
struggling to keep the blanket wrapped around her, she looked like
a cornered kitten. One of those little fuzzy ones that puffs
themselves up and hisses ineffectively at whatever’s threatening
it. In spite of everything the thought made him laugh and he
watched her turn her blindfolded face toward the sound. He didn’t
need to see her eyes to know she was furious, but she didn’t look
hurt. He looked carefully at her, studying the face he knew so
well. Mad – yes; hurt – he didn’t think so.

He shifted to ease the erection straining
painfully against his pants. He’d be willing to bet his cock hurt
at least as much as her nipple. He’d jerked off before Cat arrived
so he’d be able to last, but that felt like days ago. He’d been
hard since she got there, and it had just gotten worse.

The thing with the cherries worked better
than he imagined, and when he saw how wet she’d gotten, he’d wanted
to abandon his plans and fuck her right there.

He wouldn’t. He’d put too much into getting
ready for this weekend, and he wanted to see how far she’d let him
take things. He’d approached the whole thing like a scientist,
trying to make each step build on the next. He’d planned everything
to keep her off balance and push her limits. If his wife wanted to
try BDSM, he’d figure out a way to share that with her. He knew
exactly what he wanted her to feel, but he hadn’t expected to feel
so much himself.

Her vulnerability was sexy as hell, and the
power was intoxicating. He didn’t think of himself as a dominant
kind of guy, but feeling her tremble under his hands was amazing.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to admit it even to himself, but watching
the crop hit her nipple was more intense than he’d imagined it
would be. He’d felt the jolt of the leather against her sensitive
skin in his own throbbing cock.

Cat was perched on the back of the mattress
as far away from him as she could get without falling off the bed.
She clutched the blanket around her and everything in her posture
said his kitten was spitting mad.

Well let her be. He didn’t want to hurt her,
not even in play. But she wanted to try this surrender thing, to
let someone else take control for a change. That meant she needed
to actually surrender; she needed to let him be the boss.

It wasn’t easy for him, either. They’d been
married long enough to have worked out the power balance in their
relationship. He knew better than to try to boss her around. Hell,
he didn’t really want to, not often anyway. He’d been raised to
know women were his equal, or in the case of his wife and mother,
better than him. He and Cat were raising their daughters to be
strong, capable women who could choose a man to marry but who
wouldn’t think they needed one to survive.

So why did the idea of tying her up and using
her for his pleasure excite him so much? He wasn’t completely
comfortable with what it said about him. He didn’t think of himself
as a traditional alpha male. He was an academic for God’s sake, but
dominating his wife was sexy as hell. It could be the mask or his
raging hard on that helped him slip into character. He didn’t know
or care. If his wife wanted a Dom, he was the man for the job. He
would give her the experience he thought she wanted.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Fury turned Cat’s voice
into a screech.

Her nipple stung. The fact that it added to
the ache building deep in her womb only made her angrier. What the
hell was he thinking? She should rip off the blindfold and tell him
where to stick that damn whip thing.

But if she did that, this time would be over.
He’d never do something like this again, and she’d never know what
it was like to really submit to him.

Snap.

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, suddenly alert
to his movements. “I’ll snap that damn thing in half.”

“Enough.” The single word held such command;
she froze. What happened to her soft, sweet Owen? There was nothing
soft about that voice. She heard him take a deep breath and when he
spoke again his voice was a fraction softer and she heard a trace
of concern that eased her temper. “Are you hurt?” She shook her
head. “Then use your safe word if you want to stop.” He paused to
let the words sink in. “Or you get back in the middle of the bed
and we finish what we started. But I’m warning you, kitten, if you
come back, you are going to submit to me.”

His words, the tone of his voice sent a
thrill rippling through her, and she fought a shudder. She didn’t
want to stop. God, he’d put so much planning into this. She didn’t
want to disappoint him.

She stopped herself before she finished the
thought. Pathetic. She wasn’t going to use guilt and obligation to
justify something she’d been fantasizing about for months. At least
she could be honest with herself. She wanted this.