Melt Into You (12 page)

“As my sub, I expect you to be open with me. If you’re not, I’ll eventually draw out whatever those desires are by other means. You won’t be able to hide them forever. But I’m not going to command you to share with us right now if you’re not ready.” He reached out and cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. “But know that you’re safe with me. And with Andre. No judgment. I guarantee that for every dark fantasy you have, we probably have a hundred more sordid ones to match. Especially Andre, he’s a sick bastard.”

“Hey, wait a second,” Andre protested.

She smiled and the anxiety pinching her features seemed to ease as she took in his words. She nodded, her eyes not leaving his. “Thank you.”

He had the urge to bend down and press his lips to hers. Just because. But he held off. If they weren’t in the middle of a D/s scene, he needed to keep his distance. That kind of casual intimacy was not what either of them had signed up for. “Let me grab you a towel and get you out of here.”

The minute he turned his back, her soft voice halted him. “I . . . I have a capture fantasy.”

The words shot straight to his groin and snapped him right back to what he was supposed to be focused on with Evan—sex. But he didn’t move, knowing that if he faced her she may lose her nerve to continue. “Okay.”

“Two rogue cops. Arresting me. Being rough. Taking what they want from me however they want it. Forcing me to get them off.”

Holy hell
. Jace closed his eyes and took a long breath, his body thrumming from the erotic images assaulting his brain. His cock hardened to the point of agony. She wanted to be manhandled and fucked by two men? The idea set fire to the darkest parts of him—appealed to the primitive core of his dominant streak.

Part of him wanted to whirl around, grab her, and make that fantasy come true for her. Right. This. Minute. But she wasn’t ready for that kind of thing yet. He’d never done a capture scene, but he knew they were seriously intense. The pretense of no consent—even with a safe word—was a powerful thing for the psyche to process. For someone so new to D/s, she could get too freaked out to enjoy it. Plus, he had no idea if she was emotionally strong enough to handle that kind of mind fuck. He hadn’t forgotten those cuts he’d found on her the night they’d slept together.

A frown touched his lips. There was no way he could take that risk with her. That was the kind of thing you did with a long-term partner, one you’d built total trust with. The type of relationship he’d never have with her, or anyone else for that matter. He wasn’t built for trust anymore.

But it didn’t mean they still couldn’t have a great time tonight doing a whole list of other things. His frown lifted, his darkening mood rallying at the thought.

He grabbed a thick towel from one of the benches and went back to the hot tub. “Thank you for trusting us with that. I know that wasn’t easy for you.”

She nodded and stared down at the water. Jace ventured a glance at Andre and almost burst out laughing. The guy looked like he was in pain. Probably from the raging hard-on he suspected Andre was hiding beneath the water.

Andre checked that Evan wasn’t looking in his direction and mouthed, “Lucky bastard.”

Jace grinned, although he did feel a little sorry for the guy. Andre had watched Evan get off, sat with her while she was naked, and had heard about a fantasy that he could definitely help fulfill. All without being invited into their bed for the night.

“Let’s get you out of here, babe,” Jace said, offering a hand to Evan.

She peeked up at him from under her lashes, but before she took his hand, she slid along the bench of the hot tub toward Andre. Andre froze as she neared him, as if he were afraid if he moved anything, he’d maul her. Lifting out of the water, high enough to give both men a view of the top curve of her luscious breasts, she leaned over and laid a lingering kiss on his cheek. Andre closed his eyes, and Jace could almost see him quivering with restraint.

“Thanks for the chat, Andre. And for being such a gentleman,” she said, a shy note to her voice.

Andre cleared his throat. “Anytime,
bella
. Any. Time.”

Jace heard Andre’s unspoken offer.
I want you. Just ask.
He doubted Evan had missed the intent behind the words.

Something tightened low in Jace’s gut, the conflicting feelings boiling over. Seeing the little spark between her and Andre had him hot all over, but also ridiculously jealous. Her cop fantasy proved she at least was a little open to ménage, so he could probably guide her down that path. And Lord, she’d be gorgeous bound and spread for the two of them. But goddamn it, he didn’t know if he could share her.

And sharing was what he did. Who he was.

Maybe he just needed to get this first time out of his system with her. Satisfy whatever primal part of him wanted to stake his claim on her before Andre touched her.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Evan glided back to the spot in front of him and took his hand, her eyes like blue fire. “I’m all yours, sir.”

The intent in her words and resolute expression made every cell in his body vibrate with anticipation. His concerns melted away under her hungry gaze.

To hell with the psychoanalysis. All he needed right now was Evan.

Alone.

He’d figure out the rest later.

TWELVE

Evan followed Jace into the house, her legs like Jell-O
beneath her after the long soak in the hot tub and the erotic overload of sharing her fantasies with the two men. But the wobbly muscles didn’t prevent tension from reclaiming her as she mulled over her talk with Andre.

She pulled the towel more snugly around her and took a deep breath. “Jace?”

He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and turned around to look at her, frowning when he saw her expression. “You all right?”

She had the urge to look down at the floor, but forced herself to keep her gaze. “Why are you doing this?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “I thought we already covered that.”

“Andre said you never take on a sub alone. That you always do ménage.”

His jaw muscle flexed. “Andre has a big mouth.”

“So why are you doing this with me?”

He pushed off the doorjamb and pointed to the spot in front of him. “Come here.”

Tentatively, she walked the few steps forward to stand before him.

He cupped the back of her neck and captured her gaze. “I told you. I’m doing this because I
want
you. No, I don’t do one-on-one a lot—that’s why I hesitated at initiation. But when I saw you with Colby, I realized that even if you weren’t into ménage, you belonged in
my
bed this weekend.”

Her chilled skin warmed under his words and possessive tone. She nodded and swallowed hard, building up courage for her next words. “I’m open, Jace.”

His grip tightened on her neck, making the collar dig into her tender skin. “What are you talking about?”

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her nervous energy fighting to break loose, but kept her eyes on his. “I’m open to what you like—to ménage, to you and Andre.”

A storm cloud crossed his face, as if her proclamation both pleased him and pissed him off all at the same time. “You don’t have to change your limits for me, Evan. I don’t need ménage to enjoy myself. You’re more than enough alone.”

“But what if I’m curious?” she said, her voice gaining some strength despite her frantically beating heart. “I checked
no
for ménage because I was already freaked out enough turning myself over to one stranger. Not because the idea of two guys isn’t appealing.”

“And now the thought of me sharing you with Andre turns you on?”

Her body shuddered with a
hell yes
but she kept her response neutral. “Maybe.”

“We can both be pretty demanding,” he said, his voice darkly sensual as he threaded his fingers through the damp hair at her nape. “What makes you think you can handle us both?”

She tilted her chin up. “What makes you think I can’t?”

His lips curled in a wicked smile. “Confident, aren’t we? Drop the towel. Let’s see how you handle your own master first. Then I’ll determine if you’ve earned the pleasure of being shared. Ménage is not for the faint of heart, pet.”

She lowered the hand that was holding the towel around her and allowed the terrycloth to fall to the floor. Unashamed. Aching for him to touch her. “I’m tougher than I look, sir.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.”

He gave her a slow once over and ran his hand down her back until he cupped her ass and drew her against him. She didn’t resist. “Good girl. When you’re with me, that’s all I want to see you wearing. My collar and that pretty flush you get when I touch you.”

He seated the crotch of his jeans against her sensitive flesh, sending ripples of pleasure through her. Her fists balled against his T-shirt. “Yes, sir.”

He lowered his head, kissing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Now, let me show you what happens when you question your master and make unsolicited suggestions.”

In one effortless motion, he hoisted her up over his shoulder, placing her face against his back, and smacked a palm against her bare ass. Hard.

“Hey!”

“Quiet.” He locked his arm around the backs of her thighs and carried her into the bedroom, leaving the door open behind them.

She bit her lip as the stinging began to tingle.
Oh, my
.

The bedroom was a good bit bigger than the one in her cabin, but looked to be decorated in the same rustic style. Nice cozy bungalow. The only things that alluded to its purpose were the metal rings hanging from some of the walls. She caught a glimpse of the bed in the mirror above the dresser and saw that Jace was carrying her over to the foot of the bed where a long padded table was set up.

He sat her down on the edge of it. “Face down, pet.”

She looked to his face to try to get a read on what he was going to do, but his expression was stoic.

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

Hurriedly, she turned over on her stomach and moved to the end of the table. It was a massage table of sorts, but she doubted he was going to give her a rubdown. She rested her head in the cushioned face cradle, her heartbeat pounding so loud she didn’t catch his next command.

“You’re earning more punishment by hesitating. I said lift your head.”

She followed his instructions and he tied a band of silk around her eyes, blocking out most of the light. Anxiety wound through her.

A hand brushed over her hair. “You have my word that I won’t turn out the lights.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, his reassurance easing her a bit.

He grasped her wrist, drew it down the side of the table, and slid something around it. The clink of metal echoed through the room as he locked the cuff to the leg of the table. She pulled back, testing the hold, but the cuff didn’t give at all. She could flex her wrists but that was it. He quickly followed with the same treatment on her other arm. A rush of nerves went through her.

“Jace, I think—”

Thwack!
His hand landed on the back of her thigh, making her jolt. “Your job is not to think, pet. Your job is to feel. Trust that I know what you need.”

She swallowed her protest, the sting from the spanking sending a bolt of hallelujah straight between her legs.
Whoa
. She wasn’t a stranger to pain being linked to relief—her years of cutting had taught her that. But never had she considered it could be arousing.

His finger traced the area on her thigh he had spanked. “You know how fucking sexy you look with my handprint marking you? You look better than the art hanging in my store.”

Her hands flexed in the bindings, the words rolling over her like sensual fire. “Thank you, sir.”

His tongue replaced his finger as he drew it along the back of her leg, licking her burning skin. Her thighs pressed together as moisture, hot and slick, coated her sex. She had the urge to press against the table, provide some relief to her clit as it swelled to an aching mass. He locked a hand over her other leg to keep her from squirming. “You’re not allowed to stimulate yourself without my permission.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Oh, I bet you can.” His hand came down on her ass again and she moaned. “You like being spanked, pet?”

“I’m not sure.” It was a lie. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit how much it was turning her on. If he kept at it, she wasn’t entirely convinced she wouldn’t come simply from that and the slight brush of the table’s padding against her clit.

His chuckle was low and dangerous. “So if I slid my hand between those beautiful legs of yours, I wouldn’t find that pussy wet and clenching for my cock?”

His crude words sent a hot shudder through her, and her inner muscles flexed as if punctuating the accusation. Her pulse seemed to relocate and settle directly behind her clit, her body going into full-out begging mode. Unable to fight off the need, she spread her thighs for him. “Why don’t you find out, sir?”

He made a
tsk
ing sound. “Such a smart mouth, sub. Need to teach you some manners.”

A metallic sound filled her ears and the lower end of the table collapsed beneath her. She gasped. His hands caught her legs before she could fall, and he lowered them until she was standing on the balls of her feet, her arches stretched. The part of the table still supporting her torso angled downward until she was prone in a bent-over position. Totally helpless.

“Spread your legs.” Jace nudged her feet apart with his foot. “You want me to find out how wet you are, then show me.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she followed his instruction, making herself as physically vulnerable as she’d ever been. He could do whatever he wanted to her in this position, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She squeezed her eyes shut as need railroaded through her. The loss of control shouldn’t excite her like this, but hell if she could stop her body from responding.

Jace ran his hand up her inner thigh and palmed her sex, gripping her like he owned it. Like her pussy had been created for him and he’d only leased it to her for a while. He rocked his hand against her, painting her delicate skin with her juices. “
Mmm
. So slick and hot for me already. Good girl.”

She whimpered. The pressure against her clit was maddening, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She moved her hips in time with the motion of his hand, chasing the orgasm that hovered on the horizon. But the stimulation wasn’t enough. She needed Jace inside her, filling her, driving into her.

“Stop squirming.” He smacked the flat of his fingers against her cunt, sending a rocket of shocking pleasure straight up her spine.

“Please,” she panted. “Jace, I need more.”

Blessedly, he put his fingers against her again. His other hand caressed her back, her tailbone, drawing lower and lower until his fingertip brushed along the cleft of her ass. “How much more, babe?”

Her muscles automatically flinched, but the position had her spread for his perusal, and there was no escaping. His fingertip grazed the untried opening, the feather-light touch sending bolts through her, making her buck against her bindings.
Holy fuck
. Was that supposed to feel that good?

“
Mmm
, so responsive,” he murmured. “Have you ever been taken here, pet?”

She pressed her forehead into the table, the combination of sensations and his suggestion nearly undoing her. “No, sir.”

“But you want to do ménage? What if one of us wants to fuck your sweet ass while you ride the other’s cock?”

She felt lightheaded and more turned on than she’d ever remembered being in her life. Forming words had to happen between the sharp breaths she was dragging in. “Just because I haven’t . . . done it before . . . doesn’t mean I’m . . . unwilling. Sir.”

“Good answer, pet. Here’s to exploring your limits.” Cool and slippery liquid replaced his light touch for a moment, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, and then his finger was back and no longer tentative. He smoothed the lubricant over her opening, teasing her and lighting up all of her nerve endings.

“Jesus, Jace. I’m going to come. Please, I want you inside me.”

“No coming until I give you permission. If you go before, I won’t give you what you want.” He moved his finger against her ass and pushed gently, easing past the resistant ring of muscle, and instantly vaulting her to another level of bliss—the dark, forbidden thrill of it pinging through her.

“Oh,
God
,” she ground out, trying to move against him, wanting him to pump forward. To move.

“Hold on, baby, not yet,” he said, slowly moving his finger back and forth and removing his other hand from her clit. “Not until I feel you around me.”

She could hear the rasp of his zipper, the sound of him tearing a condom wrapper open—no doubt with his teeth since his other hand was busy fucking her ass with a maddeningly slow pace. And then he was against her, the tip of his cock brushing against her pussy.

“Please, Jace.
Please
.” She knew she was begging. Sounded desperate. She didn’t care.

“Oh, pet, you sound so pretty begging for my cock. I could get used to the sound of that.”

Within one blissful second, he was thrusting forward, filling her, stretching her until she thought the sheer onslaught of sensation would kill her. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone and never had she experienced something like this. The combination of his long cock inside her, the slide of his finger in her ass, and the bindings cutting into her arms had her riding an unfamiliar high. One she didn’t want to come down from. It was edgy and disorienting . . . and freeing.

Jace groaned as he seated himself fully inside her then drew back, rocking her against the table with each thrust, the movement providing perfect stimulation to her clit. “You’re so beautiful like this, Evan. Bound and pleading for release. Even if you didn’t feel like heaven around my cock, I could come just looking at you.”

Her breaths were coming short and fast now, his words only pushing her higher, her orgasm rushing toward her like a freight train. His pace increased, pistoning into her with the singular focus of launching them into the stratosphere.

She fought hard, clinging to the last vestige of control she had over her orgasm, the double assault of sensation barreling her toward oblivion. She balled her fists tighter, her fingernails digging into her palms.