Love's Tender Bond [Bonding Camp 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) (5 page)

“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder and stroked it down her arm. “This place is so different from how situations like this are handled outside of the firm. Bonding camps are not the usual way people get to know each other. I don’t want you to think that this is one of those times when we need to ‘bond.’ Am I making sense?” Both his eyebrows rose in question.

“I don’t think this is a bonding camp situation, if that’s what you mean.” She scooted closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek. “I think this is two people who want each other, who need to feel that closeness that sex brings. I want the connection between us to be deeper than any other.”

Without any more words, Sam kissed her tenderly. “Deep into you is where I want to be.”

Missy felt a shot of electricity zip through her. “And that’s exactly where I want you.”

Sam captured her mouth with his own, and before she knew what was happening, he was on top of her. He caught her wrists and raised her hands above her head, holding them there while he devoured her mouth.

Missy arched beneath him, closing her hands into fists. His erection was like a hot brand against her thigh, and she wriggled, wanting it to be slid deep into her wet pussy. She moaned, sucking in a much-needed breath when he released her lips and moved to her neck, running his tongue along the skin there. His slight beard rasped against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “Oh God,” she breathed, her body coming fully alive with sensuality.

“I want to tie you up and have my way with you,” he whispered against her ear. “I want you totally under my command.”

Missy closed her eyes. “Take me, Sam. Make me yours.”

He groaned, the sound rumbling through her as he rose from the bed. She lay where he left her, unmoving, watching him as he disappeared into what must be the bathroom connected to the bedroom. When he returned, he held four silken ropes in one hand.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said, approaching the bed. “I don’t want to injure you.”

Missy caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Sam took one wrist and looped a rope around it, then secured the other end to the heavy bedpost of the headboard. He did the same with the other wrist. With one swift motion, he whipped the sheet from her body, exposing her nakedness to his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice as rough as sandpaper. “I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” He took one ankle and tied it to the bedpost at the foot of the bed just like he had done with her wrists. Once he had all of her limbs fully secured, he stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, starting to get a little nervous.
What is he waiting for?

Sam shook his head. He bent over, disappearing from her view. When he stood back up, he had a bottle in his hand. Missy recognized it as the peppermint massage oil from her spa.

“I’m going to give you all the attention you could ever want,” he said, moving around the side of the bed. He climbed onto the mattress with her and threw one leg over her hips, straddling her. “You look so delicious but I want you to tingle, too.”

He lifted the bottle of oil above her breasts and squeezed.

Missy gasped when the chill of the oil hit her skin. It slithered over her breasts, running down the sides of them.

Without hesitation, Sam dropped the bottle onto the bed beside him and, with both hands, began to massage the oil into the mounds of her breasts. The tingling of the peppermint began almost immediately, causing her breasts to tighten and swell with the need to have his mouth attend to them with his warm, wet tongue.

“Mmm,” she groaned while his hands worked her flesh.

“Feels good?”

“Yes.”

“Well, if it feels that good here”—he pinched both her nipples at the same time, causing her to arch upward—“then it will be wonderful when I slather it over your hot cunt.”

His words and his actions were about to drive her insane. When he leaned forward and took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked, she thought she would lose her mind. Wrapping her fingers around the ropes that held her wrists, Missy pressed herself upward toward his hungry mouth, moaning as tendrils of smoky need wrapped around her insides and drifted toward her creaming pussy.

The sound of his mouth sucking at her breast was all she could hear. He made wet, hungry sounds as he pulled at her nipple and then licked the flavored oil from her breast. Then he moved to the other one, giving it the same attention.

“Oh geez, Sam, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to come without you,” she said, her throat tight with the need for release.

He laughed, giving her breast one last lick before he rose up. “Don’t you dare.” He kissed her mouth. He tasted of the peppermint oil. “I want you to come while I’m eating your pussy.”

Then he quickly moved down her body and bottle in hand, he spread the cleft of her pussy, exposing the little nubbin of her clit. “Oh yeah,” he crooned as he dripped the chilly oil onto the hot flesh held open between his fingers.

Missy swallowed, her throat dry. “Ahh,” she murmured as the oil slid into her secret places. No one had ever done this for her before. Using the oil as a sensual addition to sex was almost more than she could handle. She closed her eyes and just let herself experience what it was like to be on the receiving end for once.

Sam shifted on the bed, and then warmth enclosed her clit.

“Yes!” she cried out, jerking.

His mouth pulled at her, his tongue flicking over her clit as he devoured her pussy. Wild sucking noises came to her ears, and then Sam slid two oil-coated fingers into her cunt.

“Sam!” Missy convulsed, the orgasm slamming into her. Sparks shot behind her closed eyelids while she bucked her hips against Sam’s hungry mouth. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her pussy as her muscles clutched at them. She heard him groan and the vibration moved through her clit. “Ohhhh,” she moaned, floating up to heaven again, her juices flowing while her pussy trembled and milked his fingers as if they were his cock. She felt the flush of orgasmic heat across her chest and cheeks and let herself go limp, riding out the exquisite sensations rolling through her body.

Moments later, as her body twitched while it came back down from the heights, she felt Sam get off the bed. Licking her lips, she opened her eyes and turned to see what he was doing. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice shaky.

He ducked into a closet and grabbed something. When he turned around, she saw he had some sort of wedge of a pillow in his hands. “I bought this for the toy room but I think we’ll try it out before I add it to the collection.” He walked back to the bed and looked down at her.

“Raise your hips, baby.”

Chapter Six

Sam saw a flash in her eyes when she looked at the cushion in his hand. It was specially made to place beneath a woman’s hips to raise her cunt to just the right height to be fully fucked. And he couldn’t wait to use it.

Missy pressed her heels into the mattress and raised her ass off the bed just high enough for him to slip the cushion beneath her. This caused the ropes at her ankles to spread her legs wide. Exactly how he wanted them. His cock twitched, already harder than steel.

Sam climbed onto the bed, carefully moving over top of one of her legs, and settled himself at her crotch on his knees. Placing his hands on the smooth skin of her thighs, he caught the scent of her sweet pussy wafting up to him. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, meeting her gaze.

Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed pink, and her lips were slightly parted. There was the evidence of her orgasm in the blush across her breasts, and those full mounds still had pebbled nipples pointed up at him. Missy breathed through her parted lips, the look in her eyes animalistic. She ran her tongue over her lips then in a husky voice said, “Fuck me, Sam. Do it now.”

His cock swelled, the skin tight around his shaft. If that was the way she wanted it, he’d give it to her hot and hard.

The waning light coming through the split in the curtains highlighted her face, but she didn’t squint against it. She looked him directly in the eye and tightened her hold on the ropes that held her wrists.

Sam positioned himself for entry into the steamy warmth of her cunt, his knees on the bed and his hands on her thighs. With one hand, he guided his dick to her opening and pushed inside. A shudder rocked down his spine, and he slowly took a breath, holding his position with just the head of his cock inside her.

When she squeezed her pussy around his dick, he could wait no longer. With a groan, he buried his shaft to the hilt into her hot, tight hole.

“Oh God, yes,” she hissed, tightening her muscles around him.

Sam didn’t comment. Right now all his mind told him to do was fuck her until she screamed. So he began to do just that.

The cushion held her in just the right position as if it was made just for them. Sam used her thighs to brace his hands, and beginning slowly, he pulled out and then thrust back into her heat. The friction of his cock sliding in and out of her slick cunt created more heat inside him than he’d ever experienced before. Damn, she was perfect. He watched her face when he slammed into her, each thrust deeper and harder. She was loving it. Her eyes sparked as her body jerked with the force of his impalement, her breath coming in short bursts through her parted lips. Her tits bounced with his actions, and he wanted to close his mouth around those nipples and suck, but the position they were in wouldn’t allow it.

With every dive into her cunt, tension grew in his balls. It wouldn’t be long and he’d come if he kept this up. He needed to slow down.

Sweat trickled down his back into the crack of his ass as he forced himself to take control and bring his thrusts into the hot, tight heaven between her legs to a slow, grinding beat.

Their movements became more sensual, Missy matching his slow strokes with an uplifting of her hips. She could barely move in the position she was in, and Sam sort of liked it. She was at his mercy and if he decided to slam into her, he could. But right now, he wanted to get himself under control, and what better way to do that than to tease her into losing her control.

Sam leaned back slightly on his heels, not breaking the connection with her, still able to slide in and out of that sweet cunt. He locked eyes with her and with one hand, he used his fingers to open the cleft of her mound. Taking her clit between his fingers, he tugged it, working it as if giving her a hand job. He timed his thrusts into her pussy with the tug at her nubbin. Deep inside her, he felt her pussy clench, twitching. Sam watched her face as he increased his pace slightly. She arched her back, her thighs quivering.

His balls tightened. She was almost ready to come. Her face was flushing, her breath coming in heavier gasps. Moving his hand slightly, he placed his thumb over the hard little pearl of her clit and rubbed as he slid his cock deeply inside her. And she came with a groan, her body jerking.

Sam closed his eyes, her pussy milking his cock tightly. He moved his hand back to her thigh and pulled back, slamming into her cunt as hard as he could. God, she was tight and even tighter when her slippery pussy tried desperately to hold him deep. He couldn’t take it. One more thrust and he came, his cum bursting from him as the release caused his balls to clench and his throat to tighten. “Oh God damn, baby!” His back arched and he shuddered, his eyes seeming to roll back into his head.

Her whole body jerked with a huge convulsion, and she screamed out a guttural groan. Her juices wet him, flowing freely and mixing with his cum.

Drained dry, he opened his eyes and realized he was shaking with the power of the pleasure she had just graced him with. Hardly able to breathe, he pulled from inside her honey hole and sat back on his heels. The lusty scent of sex wafted up to him and he ran a hand over his face.

Missy let out a soft sigh and jerked once more.

Waking from the dream of outrageously good sex, Sam crawled from between her legs and off the bed, slowly straightening to stand. He wasn’t sure his legs were going to hold him for a moment. He took a deep breath, then reached out to untie her ankle that was closest to him. Moving around the bed, he finished releasing her from her bonds and removed the cushion from beneath her hips. All the while, she lay there limply, breathing so hard her breasts rose and fell as if she had just run a marathon.

Collapsing onto the bed beside her, Sam slid his arm beneath her neck and drew her close to him. She curled into his side, and he draped his other arm around her shoulder. Missy placed one hand over his heart and slid one leg up onto his thigh. “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“I am so much more than okay,” she said, her voice soft and sexy. “That was the absolute best sex I have ever had in my life.”

He chuckled and patted her shoulder. “You flatter me.”

She shook her head, her hair moving silkily over his chest. “It’s not flattery, it’s the truth.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have to tell you, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced myself.” And it was true. Sam wasn’t sure if it was because of the way they had had sex or if it was because of the person he was having sex with. Was it possible that his feelings for Missy went deeper than he thought?